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[princessasmosprincess]

Sunkissed

Summary: After a fun day at a Human World beach, the brothers realize they're sunburned.

Characters: The demon brothers and GN Reader/MC (it could be Asmodeus x Reader if you squint because this is my fic and hey, you're the one who came to the Asmo kissing blog).

Genre: Sickfic (kinda), humor, fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical sibling on sibling violence, sunburn, nonsexual nudity, mild canon-typical innuendo, no major spoilers but MC is in possession of a certain object they obtain in season 2.

***

“I might have to get rid of that new toner we bought, MC,” said Asmo as he held the door open for you. “My face hurts.”

“Really? My skin feels fine.” You’d known demon skin to be stronger than your own in most cases, so this was perplexing.

Asmo had purchased the toner with you only three days ago from a Human World store famous for selling the most exclusive skincare. It had gone viral online despite its steep price tag, so naturally Asmo had to buy it.

Asmo gasped. “You don’t suppose it contains holy water, do you?”

“That’s not really a common skincare ingredient in the Human World,” you said.

“Humans don’t use it to purify their skin?” He asked.

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “But maybe there's something else in the toner that doesn't agree with your skin, let’s take a look at the bottle.”

“Ok! I’ll go get it. And while I'm at it I’ll prepare a bath for the two of us,” He slipped his arm around your waist, leaning into you with his charming smile.

“Maybe…” you said, bumping him gently with your hip.

“We can even try out those bath salts I brought back for you, wouldn't that be nice?”

You had to admit a relaxing bath did sound nice right now. You and the brothers were just coming in from a day at the private beach Diavolo owned in the Human World. The beach was protected by a magical barrier, cloaking it from anyone not authorized to be there. You and the brothers were free to do whatever you wished, including using magic.

It had been a very full day. In the morning you'd surfed a little with Beel, needing to relearn most of what he’d taught you before. And then as soon as you got back to shore, you’d been pulled into a water fight “to the death” that had begun when Satan dumped a handful of sand down Lucifer’s rash guard while he was resting in the shade. You’d mostly been used as a shield between Satan and Mammon against Lucifer. You didn't really mind, though, since you got to see Lucifer's conflicted expression every time he faced you; not that it had really saved you in the end, you’d ended up soaked anyway. Then, Asmo had whisked you away to collect shells in the water with him, with the assistance of mercandy. You’d so enjoyed being merpeople together on your last beach trip that this was truly a treat to experience again. In the water you’d gotten to watch Levi swimming with Lotan, from a distance, of course. Satisfied with the shells you’d collected, you and Asmo dragged yourselves back onto the beach and fell asleep under the umbrella with Belphie, completely exhausted from all the swimming you’d done. You hadn't woken up until the sun had shifted and you were no longer in the shade. At the end of the day, you and the brothers got to watch porpoises breaching in the distance as the sunset lit the sea in shades of pink and gold.

You were grateful the beach Diavolo had lent you came with a vacation home (more like a mansion) just steps away from the shore.

“I call the first shower!” Mammon declared, kicking off his flip-flops.

Levi grabbed his arm before he could run up the stairs. “No, I get the first shower. There’s a raid starting in an hour and I want to login early.”

“Too bad, little bro,” Mammon wrenched his arm out of Levi’s grip. “Hierarchy says I get to go first since I'm older.”

“Really, Mammon, if that’s the case then I’ll be taking the first shower.” said Lucifer.

The three oldest brothers shared one of the mansion’s bathrooms, while the youngest shared another (minus Asmo, since Barbatos had set up a portal to his bathroom at the House of Lamentation). You had your own private bathroom as well, but you didn't mind letting the brothers use it from time to time. It seemed like that would be happening tonight if you ever hoped to have a peaceful dinner.

“One of you can use my bathroom tonight,” You left the three oldest brothers in the foyer to argue, now that an offer to use your bathroom was on the table. You needed some water, you were starting to get a headache, you’d probably had too much sun.

Beel was already in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something. Belphie was nearby, sitting at the kitchen island as he rested his cheek on the cool marble counter.

“We’ll have dinner soon, Beel, I just need a drink of water and I’ll get started cooking.”

Beel tossed you a water bottle before grabbing one for himself.

“Can I have a snack while I wait?” He bit into a nectarine, coming to lean against the counter.

“Well you’ve already started.” You teased. You took a long drink of water, mentally checking off all the ingredients you’d need to start dinner. Hopefully one or two of the brothers would agree to assist you, it would go much faster with help.

Beel rolled his cool water bottle against his neck, “I think I missed a spot when I reapplied my sunscreen,” he said. “Can you take a look for me?”

“Sure,” you slipped off the sunglasses you were still wearing as Beel turned around for you. “Oh, Beel I think-”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the mansion.

“Wha-” Belphie woke with a start.

You took of running upstairs, towards the source of the scream. You and the twins were the last to arrive at Asmo’s bathroom.

Asmo threw himself into your arms. “Oh, MC! I’m hideous!” He began to cry. His face was red everywhere except where his sunglasses had been, leaving a white impression of their shape behind, “I don't know how you can bear to look at me!”

“Asmo, you’re not hideous,” You stroked his hair. “I don’t think that’s even possible.”

“I’m not?” He sniffed.

“Not at all, you’re just a little…” You trailed off as you looked around the room. Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Beel, and Belphie (in addition to Asmo) were all severely sunburned. Several of them had already begun to shift uncomfortably. “You’re all-”

“MAMMON WHAT DID YOU DO?” Satan roared. Judging by the dark aura surrounding him, he was about to shift into his demon form.

“Wha’da’ya mean, what did I do?” Mammon ran to hide behind you for protection.

“Clearly this is your fault,” he seethed, the aura beginning to dissipate a little since you were in front of him, but his eyes were on Mammon, “We’ve been cursed, you probably wronged some Human World witch and now we’re all paying for it.”

“While that does sound like something he’d-” Lucifer began.

“You’re not cursed,” said Mammon, cutting him off. “You just have a sunburn.”

Satan paused. “You're saying this happened because we were outside in the sunlight?”

“Yeah,”

“Is this true, MC?” He looked at you.

You nodded, “It happens to some humans, too.”

“I did remind you to reapply your sunscreen earlier, Satan.” said Lucifer.

Satan growled. “I didn't think it would actually do anything. I’ve never had a sunburn before.” You noticed the new freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks. He would have looked so adorable if not for the anger glowing in his eyes.

“Really?” Beel asked.

“Me and Beel and Asmo used to get sunburned all the time when we snuck down to the Human World.” said Belphie.

“That was before sunscreen existed,” Asmo added. “I would never go out without putting it on now. Earlier I just–” He burst into tears again.

Belphie ignored him, continuing to talk to Satan, “You’ve been here a fair amount and it’s never happened?”

“I’m typically summoned to the Human World at night.” Satan answered flatly. “As are most demons, I’d wager.”

“Satan, your poor, virgin skin!” Asmo sobbed.

“My what?”

“Did anyone remember to reapply?” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling that even he hadn’t remembered after the water fight, and then he’d even removed his rash guard, exposing himself further.

“I remembered, and I also put some on Belphie’s face,” said Beel. “But we got burned anyway,”

“What sunscreen did you use?” You asked.

“This one I got from Mammon,” Beel handed you his bottle of sunscreen. You read the label, it was 20 years past its expiration date and the brand name was misspelled.

You shot Mammon a look over your shoulder.

“Must’a got mixed up with my newer stock– uh, purchases.” he lied.

You looked around at the demons in front of you. All six of them were varying shades of red. Satan and Levi seemed to be in the worst condition as they’d been in full sun for most of the day. Asmo, Lucifer, and the twins hadn’t fared much better despite taking advantage of the umbrella’s shade. You could feel the heat of Asmo’s skin on yours, plus more warmth radiating off of Satan. It had to be so painful.

Satan turned back to you and Mammon. “Why don't you two seem to be affected?”

“I don’t get sunburns,” Mammon smirked before ducking behind you again when Satan turned his glare on him.

“Father blessed him with a golden tan complexion,” Asmo pouted. “He was like that when we were angels, too.”

“And you, MC, are you immune like Mammon or do you have some sort of talisman against the rays of the sun?” Satan asked. “I don’t understand how a human could be unaffected when we are all suffering.”

“I don’t have any special talismans, I put on sunscreen before I went outside just like everyone else,” You looked down at your arms. You hadn't been sunburned at all, and you hadn't reapplied your sunscreen either. Your eyes caught on the gold ring you wore on your finger.

“You might have been protected by my Ring of Light,” Lucifer said with a small smile, echoing your thoughts almost exactly.

The others nodded. It was a very powerful magical relic.

“Well now that we've cleared that up,” Satan said through thinly veiled rage. “How long is this agony supposed to last? It feels like spiders are crawling all over my skin.”

You really didn't want to tell him. Judging by the severity of his sunburn it might be… “A week?” you said. “Sometimes it takes longer. But most of the pain occurs in the first few days or so.”

Satan looked like he was about to explode with rage or drown Mammon in the bathtub. Maybe both.

Lucifer cut in before he could do anything. “As we are demons, our cell turnover is faster than humans, which will shorten our recovery time. It will be about 48 hours until we fully heal, I’d estimate, but that also means we’ll be feeling the worst of it tonight.”

***

You sent the sunburned demons downstairs to the living room, directing them to ice their skin while they waited, so you and Mammon could collect supplies. The mansion was well-stocked thanks to Diavolo and Barbatos preparing it for you ahead of time, but only with Human World essentials. They had wanted you to feel right at home. You doubted the brothers kept very many potion ingredients in their rooms, and definitely not anything that could give relief from a sunburn.

You had Mammon fetch the first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet while you looked through Asmo’s and Lucifer’s skincare collections to see if they had any skin-soothing products. When you were finished, the two of you deposited your loot on the living room’s coffee table. Mammon had found a tiny tube of lidocaine cream, one packet of colloidal oatmeal, and a small jar of aloe gel. You’d come up with a bottle of unscented body lotion and two small tubes of expensive healing ointment; you’d also found a half-full bottle of demon-strength ibuprofen in Lucifer's things, which would definitely be needed to get through the next couple of days. These were your only supplies. You might be able to get the aloe gel to stretch between your six sunburn victims but it would be pretty scarce. As for everything else… you’d cross that bridge when you got there.

Asmo and Beel got started slathering healing ointment and lotion on Belphie who was whining in his sleep.

You scooped some aloe gel into your hand so you could administer care to Satan as Mammon did the same with Levi.

Satan started reciting cat poems under his breath as you rubbed the cool gel into his skin as gently as you could.

“MC, there’s a bottle of Demonus in the basement fridge.” said Lucifer. He sat next to you, his perfect posture rigid, as if moving at all would cause him immense pain. “When you have a moment, please go get it.”

“Demonus would be really nice right now,” Asmo hummed, pressing a generous amount of healing ointment onto his own cheeks.

You gave a sympathetic smile, “You both know that’s just going to dehydrate you and make your skin feel worse.”

You knocked two ibuprofen into Lucifer’s palm as consolation. He gave you a look, taking the bottle from you. He poured out four more into his hand and then passed the rest to Asmo.

SMACK

Levi screamed at the top of his lungs.

“MAMMON!” You and Lucifer yelled at the same time.

You rushed to Levi’s side only to see the perfectly white handprint of Mammon’s slap contrasting with his lobster red skin. Levi began to cry, inhaling a ragged breath as tears started streaming down his face.

“He insulted me after all I’m doin’ for him?” Mammon defended himself. “He called me a scumbag!”

“Go help Lucifer,” you snapped.

“Ok, ok, I’m goin’.”

Levi couldn’t catch his breath, his shoulders convulsing as his sobs came out in a silent cry. It was a bit disturbing.

You gently placed your hand on the handprint. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated.” A gold flash sparkled under your hand as you recited the spell. Levi slumped against your shoulder, breathing once more. For once, he wasn't embarrassed that his bare skin was touching yours.

“Are you ok?” you asked him.

He sniffed a few times, still shaking, “The pain from the slap is gone but my skin still feels like it’s on fire,” he said, wiping away a tear.

You had a feeling the healing spell wouldn't be strong enough. It had been worth a try, though.

“MC,” Satan called your attention from the other side of the couch. “The aloe gel has dried and the infernal itching has returned.” He squirmed in his seat.

“Here, try this,” Mammon slid an ice pack over Satan’s shoulders.

“THAT’S MAKING IT WORSE!” Satan tore the ice pack from Mammon’s hands, throwing it at his face and knocking his sunglasses off.

“Ow!” Mammon rubbed the red mark just beginning to bloom on his cheek.

You sighed. This was proving more difficult than you’d expected. There wasn’t enough aloe gel to apply on each brother twice. You needed to come up with a solution.

“Is there any chance we can use a duplication spell on this?” You slid the jar to Mammon, who was still holding his cheek in pain.

He picked up the jar and scanned over the ingredients list. “There’s too much stuff in here, between the two of us we might end up with somethin’ similar but there’s also a chance it’ll make everything worse. I ain’t Lord Diavolo.”

You looked at the dwindling supplies on the table. Asmo and Beel had already exhausted the first tube of healing ointment. “That means we can’t duplicate any of that, either?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m hungry,” Beel complained.

Right. Everyone still needed dinner.

Lucifer handed you his credit card before Mammon had a chance to register what was happening. “Just buy anything we need. Supplies, takeout, I really don’t care right now.” He picked up the tube of lidocaine cream and squeezed the entire contents into his hand, rubbing half of it into his own chest and the other half into Satan’s shoulders.

Well, that certainly made things easier. You turned on an animated movie for them to watch while you and Mammon went to the kitchen. You picked a random takeout menu that was stuck to the fridge and ordered meals for everyone, and Mammon sat at the island and searched Akuzon for sunburn relief products on his D.D.D.

“Does Akuzon even deliver to the Human World?” You asked as you hung up the phone.

“They do for demon lords,” said Mammon as he added another item to the cart. “Levi pays for the premium shipping rate so they deliver anywhere.”

“You’re using Levi’s account?”

“Got locked outta mine…”

You sat next to him, helping him choose the best products to heal his brothers’ damaged skin. Lots of aloe gel and healing ointment, analgesic products too. You also purchased a balm that was supposedly infused with magic to speed up the healing process. The bill would be several hundred Grimm but you didn't think Lucifer would mind, considering the circumstances.

“We got three hour delivery, we just gotta keep ‘em happy ‘till then.” said Mammon.

“NO!” Asmo shrieked from the other room, right as the doorbell rang.

“That’s probably the food,” Mammon sighed, “Do you wanna find out what Asmo’s problem is or should I?”

You pressed your hand to your heart, your pulse still racing from being startled. “It would be better if I went to him,” You were less likely to start a fight between the brothers just by entering the room.

Mammon went to answer the door while you returned to the living room.

“Is everything alright?” You asked tentatively.

“Everything is not alright,” said Asmo. “How dare those disgusting eels tip over their boat, Ariel was just about to get her true love’s kiss!”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was just about the movie.

“Mmm, eel…” Beel was almost drooling.

“Would the kiss have even worked?” Satan mused. “How could it be true love, Eric just barely learned her name and they’ve known each other for two days.”

“I wonder,” you smiled.

“Come sit with me, darling,” Asmo pulled you onto the couch between him and Lucifer, nuzzling into you, his skin still feverishly warm, “This movie is wonderful. Have you seen the sea witch’s makeup? I should try something like that for fun, don’t you think? It’s such an iconic look.”

They all seemed really into it, which left you pleasantly surprised. Satan was trying to figure out if the story would end the bittersweet way the original fairytale did, Lucifer argued that it wouldn't be appropriate for a children’s movie to end tragically; their conversation was very lighthearted and almost academic. Levi was using his tablet to draft cosplays of various characters from the film, asking you who you wanted to be. Beel was commenting about all the fish he’d like to eat every time they appeared onscreen, while Belphie hummed along to the score. Mammon brought in the food and then everyone was glad to eat while finishing the movie.

There wasn't a dry eye as the credits rolled after Ariel finally got her happy ending with her prince. Not even yours. A mermaid leaving her family to live with her true love in another realm, the irony wasn't lost on you.

“That was great,” said Mammon, dabbing at a tear with a handkerchief, “Should we watch another?”

Belphie’s shoulders shook as he cried quietly.

“What's wrong, Belphie?” Beel asked as all eyes turned to the youngest.

“M-my skin st-still h-hurts,” he hiccuped.

You were worried about that. They’d all been distracted by the movie for a while, the pain was bound to kick in once it ended.

“I’m starting to feel it again, too.” Lucifer popped a few more ibuprofen capsules.

“How much longer until the delivery, Mammon?” You asked.

He checked his D.D.D. “They’re a hundred stops away, should get here by ten.”

“That's two and a half hours from now,”

The brothers began to complain. You didn't blame them, they were still suffering, but it was starting to give you a headache on top of the one you already had. You needed to placate them and clearly Disney movies weren't enough.

They'd used up all of the supplies, the empty containers littering the table. All that was left was the packet of colloidal oatmeal. You picked it up.

Ingredients: Colloidal oatmeal 100%

“Everyone upstairs to Asmo’s bathroom,” you instructed. You took Mammon by the wrist and led him to the kitchen.

“Now what?” He asked.

“This has only one ingredient,” You held up the packet.

“So we can duplicate it. Good idea, MC!”

Mammon helped you locate a large mixing bowl and you emptied the packet into it. You both waved your hands over the bowl, reciting the duplication spell in unison. You had to repeat the spell six times to have enough for what you needed to do.

When you got upstairs, the brothers were all standing around the bathroom looking very uncomfortable, Asmo had already started filling the tub.

“Everyone needs to strip,” you tossed each of them a towel.

The room broke out in half-hearted groans. You were sure if their faces weren't so red from sunburn, most of them would have been blushing.

“It’s nothing I haven't seen before,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What?” Mammon’s gaze shot to you.

“Nothing…” you gave an innocent smile.

Mammon crossed his arms, muttering something to himself.

“I c- I can’t strip in front of my brothers!” Levi whined.

“It’s no different than bathing at the hot springs,”

“Yeah but I usually–”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are you really in a position to be complaining, Leviathan?”

“N-no…” Levi sniffed.

“MC, look over here, ” Asmo cooed, winking. “I can strip for you, like a good boy.” He swayed his hips, dropping the towel from his shoulders. “Doo doo-doo doo-doo doo doo doo,” he was singing his own sexy background music.

You just stared at him.

Asmo bent down, giving you what was supposed to be a sensual smile, his lips curved wobbly and his eyes were hazed with pain and unshed tears as he moved. But the show must go on, as they say. “Touch me, tease me, feel me up,” He tossed his hair, sliding his hands to the waistband of his swim shorts, beginning to roll them down. “Touch me, tease me, feel me– AHH!” He screamed as the fabric brushed against his inflamed skin.

“Asmo!”

His swim shorts dropped to the ground unceremoniously, as he writhed in pain. Everywhere the shorts had previously covered was porcelain white. He squeaked, picking up the towel to cover himself. This was not how he wanted you to see him.

The others followed suit in a less dramatic fashion, all stripping out of their swimwear, some more bashful than others for being naked in front of you. You and Mammon dumped the contents of the bowl into the tub, allowing the running water to mix it around.

“Get in,” you said.

And they obeyed.

There was just enough room for the six of them to fit in the tub comfortably. They all relaxed in the warm water, their skin finally feeling soothed. They were quiet. Belphie fell asleep right away, and Satan’s eyes no longer glowed with barely concealed rage.

You sat down on the padded bench next to the tub, your muscles untensing at last, Mammon passed you a water bottle and a single demon-strength ibuprofen, just enough for a human headache.

“Thanks,” you took it, sinking deeper into the bench’s soft cushion.

“I’m gonna go put some music on,” he said.

“Sure, go ahead,” You said, your eyes slipping closed.

When Mammon returned with the portable speaker, you were fast asleep.

“Shh…” said Lucifer.

Mammon set the speaker down and lifted you into his arms.

“Thank you, MC,” the brothers each whispered as Mammon carried you off to your bedroom for a well-deserved rest.

“Sleep well,” said Mammon.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

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[ofthecaravel]

Brandy

Chapter Four

Summary: A port on a western bay serves a hundred ships a day, and the lonely sailors flock to the Caravel Cantina, run by the Kiszka brothers (minus one). But when their brother returns with a handsome sailor in tow, the youngest Kiszka brother finds his perspective about his family and himself turned upside down.

Tags: Nothing but good vibes tbh

Words: 5.4k

A/N: This is my apology for the last chapter. My bad! Enjoy.

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After two hours, the sun had finally started to peek through the heavy clouds. Though it had continued to drizzle, Sam and Daniel had decided to brave the weather and grab a quick lunch at the pub attached to the inn. Due to the weather and it being the middle of the work day, there weren't many patrons, and Sam picked a corner booth for them to eat quickly where nobody would bother them. Now that he knew why Daniel wasn't keen on public places during the day, Sam felt the inherent need to help blanket his presence with the antisocial cues he'd picked up over the years that he used to go unbothered in public. At lunch, Daniel spoke in hushed tones as he regaled Sam with his sailor's stories, and with each tale, Sam swore he could see the ocean fall and rise in his eyes. As Daniel got lost in the details of near death encounters and simple fishing trips, Sam could see the sea and all her raging glory. 

Sam had a few drinks with his meal, and when they'd returned to Daniel's room, he felt the liquor sitting warmly in his stomach and smiled at the calm it spread through his body. He'd been so wound up the whole day that it felt good to finally feel present in his body. Sam sat on the chair set up next to the record player and tucked his legs to his chest, resting his cheek on his knee with a dopey smile as Daniel locked the door behind them and tossed the keys onto the dresser. When he saw Sam curled up on the chair, he gave him a crooked smile and a questioning eyebrow raise.

"What?" Daniel laughed.

"Nothing," Sam chirped. "Wow, did they really provide a record player without any vinyl to play on it? What a scam."

"It came with one on it but I haven't played it yet," Daniel answered, lifting the glass lid and gently moving the record already on the platter. 

"Play it," Sam said, his demand coming out more like a gentle request. Daniel nodded without a word and turned it on, lifting and then dropping the needle as the record began to spin gently. A burst of soft crackles faded into a quiet orchestral suite, and Sam nodded along to it as Daniel sat on the edge of the bed closest to him. He began tapping the percussion onto his knee as they listened in rapt silence and Sam found himself tracking and humming the low notes as the music swelled.

"Before you ask," Sam blurted suddenly, startling Daniel but not interrupting his rhythmic tapping. "I don't dance."

"I wasn't going to ask," Daniel assured him with a grin, his eyes darting around the wall in front of him like it was plastered in sheet music he was following. "I don't dance either."

"It's just, I wouldn't put it past you to ask," Sam continued. "So I figured I'd clear it up."

"Fair enough," Daniel chuckled, and they settled into another spell of quiet as the record moved onto the next track, a romantic woodwind heavy song that furled and flirted. For some reason he couldn't put words to, it made Sam's cheeks burn in embarrassment, and he opted to avert his eyes from Daniel as he lolled his head against the back of the chair. His braids, now frizzy from the rain and humidity, pressed uncomfortably into his skull and he leaned forward again to pull loose their ribbons. Sam worked his fingers against the tight ribs of the plaits and loosened them, pulling free two curtains of waves that he finger combed together. When he looked up, Daniel was watching him with an odd glint in his eye. His pupils were wide but his lids were low as Sam shook his hair back and shot Daniel a grimace.

"What?"

"You're pretty."

Sam thought back to that first conversation at the jukebox only a few days ago when Daniel had said the same thing. He recognized the look in his eye now. He had seen it then, too. Sam didn't say anything but held his gaze, resting his head on his knee again and allowing himself to really look at Daniel. He mentally traced the shadow of his collarbones pressing against his shirt and the moisture still clinging to his curls as they framed his sharp face. 

"Like a mermaid," Daniel went on in a way that Sam expected to lilt upwards into a joke, but instead Daniel swallowed nervously and let his eyes flit to Sam's mouth for a moment as Sam's lips parted.

"I'm no mermaid," Sam insisted, his voice soft and gravelly.  

"You're as pretty as one," Daniel insisted. 

"You said that already," Sam pointed out with a coy smile. "Uh, so are you."

Daniel blinked in surprise at Sam's admission, leaning back but never tearing his eyes from Sam's.

"Complimenting me twice in one day?" Daniel mused. "Should we call someone about making it a national holiday? I mean, this is unheard of."

"Oh, shut up, I'm trying," Sam sputtered, pushing his hair out of his face anxiously. "We can't all be smooth talkers like you."

"I triple dog dare you to compliment me one more time before the day is done. Three is a holy number, you know."

"Are you a pious man, Daniel?"

Daniel grinned wickedly at that.

"I'm a fucking angel," Daniel said, and the grit in his tone sent a flash of heat through Sam.  

"As if," Sam challenged, giving Daniel an unimpressed look. Daniel shot it right back to him. 

"I thought I asked you to compliment me, not insult me," Daniel remarked. "You've done enough of that."

"Alright," Sam huffed, sitting up straight and taking advantage of the courage his adrenaline was supplying him with. "Just because you have an angel face doesn't mean you're an angel. There's a compliment and an insult to balance it out. Happy?"

"Yes," Daniel beamed. "You think I have an angel face."

"Shut up," Sam repeated dumbly, his nerves short circuiting his brain once again. 

"What should we do instead, then?"

Daniel wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at Sam to let him know that his words had no real bite to them if Sam didn't want them to. 

This made it all the more satisfying for Sam to watch his eyes widen in surprise when Sam abruptly stood up, straddled Daniel, cupped his cheeks and connected their lips all in one flurry of motion. 

Daniel gasped against his mouth and grabbed frantically at Sam, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Sam's waist and pulling him into his chest, causing them to tip backwards and land with Daniel flat on his back and Sam hovering over him. They both laughed against each other's lips, knowing there were plenty of jokes to be made in this situation, but neither making any move to separate. Sam dove his hand into the pool of Daniel's waves and grasped them at the root, holding his head in place while he rained down a barrage of feverish, open mouthed kisses that Daniel received with smiling lips and panting breath. Sam hadn't kissed anyone since he was a kid, but with Daniel, it was like this was all they knew how to do together. It was a natural rhythm they moved to, with Daniel pressing their bodies together as Sam held them steady. Finally, Sam came up for air, his hair wild and his mouth pink and wet with spit as he struggled to breathe. Daniel stared up at him unblinking, his face painted with pure bliss and his hair fanned out around him like a painting.

"You were never going to kiss me first," Sam gasped between breaths. "Were you?"

"No," Daniel breathed raggedly, his hands smoothing up and down Sam's sides, eventually pushing up the thin fabric of his shirt to do so without a barrier. "Never."

"You're so..." Sam shook his head, not sure where that sentence was supposed to go. 

"Yeah, same to you," Daniel agreed, knowing in the way that he always did.

Sam was lost for a moment, staring into the depths of Daniel's face, only snapping out of it when Daniel pitifully knit his brows and tightened his grip on Sam's skin.

"Sam," he pleaded simply, and Sam couldn't help but indulge him, dipping down again and giving Daniel a much softer, lighter kiss. They both sighed into it, moving slowly and intentionally as Daniel licked over the dip in Sam's bottom lip and gently slid his tongue into Sam's mouth, who accepted it with a quiet whine. If he hadn't been so caught up in the moment, Sam would've found this involuntary noise completely humiliating, but Daniel rewarded him with a muffled groan of his own. Sam tested this, allowing another whimper to escape when Daniel squeezed his hips. Daniel proved his hypothesis with the manic way he sat up and suddenly flipped Sam, who landed on his back with a squeal and giggled into Daniel's mouth. His giggle was cut short and morphed into his loudest whine yet when Daniel's mouth left his own and traveled down Sam's neck, leaving behind a trail of feather light kisses that sent shockwaves through Sam's entire body. He'd thought the strain in his pants was the most sensitive spot on his body right then, but he decided it was definitely his neck, unable to keep himself from whispering a stream of praises as Daniel nipped at the base of his neck and kissed his way back up to tender spots at the corners of his jaw.

"I bet," Sam started, struggling to form words as Daniel pushed his shirt up further and ghosted his fingertips over Sam's smooth skin. "That move must drive your girls in other ports crazy."

"What?" Daniel asked absently as he kissed along Sam's collarbone.

"You know what they say, that a sailor has a girl in every port," Sam joked breathlessly.

Daniel moved away from Sam's skin, giving Sam a shockingly serious and earnest expression as he looked down at Sam. His hand moved up and brushed Sam's hair off his forehead, twisting his wrist to graze his knuckles along the outline of Sam's cheek and jawline.

"I don't have girls in other ports," Danny rasped sincerely, his eyes dancing over Sam's features. "I have you. In this port. If, uh, you'll have me."

Sam's face heated up and he linked his arms around Danny's neck, unabashedly shining his full, unrestrained smile up at him. 

"Yeah," Sam hummed softly. "Sure. I'll have you."

"Good," Daniel responded. "I mean, you know I can't stay."

"I know," Sam whispered, his stomach sinking a little at the thought that Daniel would be gone in only a few days. He recalled something Daniel had said at lunch and repeated it. "No harbor is your home."

"Nope," Daniel agreed, his mind drifting as he skimmed Sam's bottom lip with his thumb. "But, I mean, you know I've been sailing this whole time for you, right?"

"Fuckin' liar," Sam insisted, kissing the tip of Daniel's thumb. "You just met me."

"But I was waiting for a while before that. I knew there was something out there worth risking a life at sea for and here you are. I just have this feeling you're that 'something', Sam."

"Daniel," Sam protested, overwhelmed and flustered at Daniel's words. 

"I'm serious!" Daniel laughed, rolling off of Sam and laying next to him, propping himself up on an elbow. "You feel it, too. Admit it. You like me. You really, actually like me."

"Danny," Sam whined, covering his face with his hands. 

"Danny?" Daniel echoed with amusement. "You know, I've always hated that nickname. It feels so childish. But I actually like it when you say it."

"Yeah?"

Sam turned onto his side and put a hand on Daniel's cheek, tipping his chin down to look straight into his eyes.

"Danny," Sam breathed teasingly, drawing out every syllable in a sing-song melody. Daniel's eyes fluttered and Sam felt the skin under his fingers grow warm. 

"Sammy," Daniel breathed back in the same cadence, letting Sam drag him down into another long, spit slicked kiss that left Sam unconsciously arching up off the blankets and into Daniel's needy touch. 

"Stay," Daniel murmured against Sam's lips, lifting his own shirt up to press their bare chests together as Daniel leaned against him again. Sam shuddered at the welcome sensation of Daniel's chest hair tickling his own smooth chest, snaking his arm around Daniel's torso and tracing shapes around the muscles on the toned expanse of his back. 

"You stay," Sam countered, pouting.

"I want to," Danny muttered longingly, giving Sam a few more kisses before speaking again. "I do. But I have a job. That ship would fall apart without me."

"You're a model pirate," Sam teased, and laughed when Daniel rolled his eyes. "I'm serious! You're an inspiration. You should write a book."

"Ssh," Daniel shushed, his arm wrapping around Sam as he started planting a score of soft kisses on Sam's cheek and jaw. His voice was strained and quiet in Sam's ear, sending a plume of warm breath across Sam's skin that made him shiver and rake his nails against Daniel's back. "I don't know how long I get to have you like this."

"You dog," Sam accused with a giggle, his laugh cutting off into a shaking gasp as Daniel's tongue darted out against the hollow of his throat.

"Oh, please," Daniel hummed gruffly against his skin. "I bought your lunch. I'll even cover your shift for you tonight."

"Ssh," Sam mocked, cupping Daniel's face. "Kiss me."

"As you wish," Daniel smiled, doing just that and a little (a lot) more.

 -

Once the sky was brushed in mauve tones of the setting sun, Daniel walked Sam home, looking both ways down the road before giving Sam another kiss.

"You ready to handle this?" Daniel asked quietly, sensing Sam's apprehension at walking back into the fray of his family. Sam nodded in affirmation, but his heart was fluttering in his chest as he speculated about what exactly he was about to walk into. Had Josh calmed down at all? Was Jake even still there? 

"Hey, it'll be alright," Daniel purred, tucking one of Sam's wild waves behind his ear. "And if it's not, you know you have somewhere calm to sleep tonight if you need it. I'll wait up for you."

"You don't need to do that," Sam insisted. 

"I'll do it anyways," Daniel answered with a smile, and Sam's heart ached longingly. 

"You sap," Sam teased, patting Daniel on the shoulder before turning his body towards the door. "Thank you. For that, but also for today. You're sweet."

"And you're getting sweeter by the minute," Daniel fawned, gently tapping Sam's chin with his finger as Sam groaned and stuck his key in the lock.

"Oh, please, don't gi-" Sam was cut off by the resistance in the door when he attempted to swing it open, looking down curiously as he tried to push the door again. It felt like something was blocking it, and Daniel followed Sam's gaze as he jiggled the doorknob. 

"What the fuck?" Sam whispered, knocking against the door in annoyance and jumping when he was met with the loud crow of a chicken peppered with loud shuffling and muffled cursing. The door swung open from the other side, held open by a ruffled looking Josh and Clarice the chicken curled up in the crook of his arm. 

"Sam!" Josh cried, rushing forward and giving Sam a side hug with his free arm, effectively pulling him into the house. "Oh, my god, come in, where have you been? I was worried fucking sick! I've been sitting in front of the door for, what, 3 hours now just waiting for you to get home."

"I went to the inn and got lunch with Daniel," Sam paused nervously. "And, uh, dinner, too."

"Hi," Daniel piped up sheepishly, still waiting awkwardly in the doorway outside. Josh looked at him past Sam's shoulder, looked back up at Sam, looked back at Daniel and then smiled smugly up at Sam.

"Something tells me you had dessert, too, huh?" Josh whispered, leaning his head so that Daniel couldn't see his toothy grin when he said it. Sam glared at his brother, his face flushing with heat. 

"Shut up," Sam hissed through his teeth, turning towards Daniel as Josh tried and failed miserably to wipe the cheeky smile off his face. "Thanks for walking me home, Danny. I'll see you in a few hours, yeah?"

"Yeah," Daniel confirmed, waving to Josh again. "Good to see you! Give Jake my best!"

"Mmhm!" Josh hummed through closed lips, waving enthusiastically as Daniel strolled away. Josh reached his arm past Sam and closed the door loudly, giving Sam another amused look as Sam looked over his head in an attempt to stave off the inevitable questioning and teasing he knew was coming. 

"What was that about?" Josh squealed in a failed attempt at a hushed tone. Clarice ruffled in his arms as he followed Sam from the door to the couch, sitting down harshly and sending a few stray feathers from Clarice cartoonishly up into the air. 

“What was what about?" Sam asked innocently, unlacing his shoes and kicking them off. He refused to meet Josh's eye as he shrugged off his coat and hung it up, keeping his eyes on the wall while he felt Josh's eyes burning a hole through his back.

"That tension!" Josh hissed, mock gasping and clutching a hand to his heart. "I mean, my god, the way that kid just looked at you. He looked like he wanted to take a bite out of you. It was disgustingly cute. Mostly disgusting, though."

"Oh my god, nothing happened!" Sam scoffed unconvincingly. "I can't have a friend?"

"Who are you fooling with that? 'Friend'...oh, please," Josh chuckled, shaking his head in dismissal. "I know you, dumbass. I know when you're sweet on someone."

"I'm never 'sweet' on anyone," Sam countered. 

"Exactly!"

Sam groaned and sat next to Josh on the couch, startling Clarice again and sending her scrambling out of Josh's arms and half running-half flying to the kitchen. The brothers watched her in quiet entertainment before Sam sighed and rubbed his neck.

"Hey, uh, before anything else," Sam started hesitantly. "Is everything okay here?"

It was Josh's turn to sigh, tucking his knee to his chest as he thought.

"Jake's been locked up in his room for the time I was out here waiting for you," Josh said calmly, shrugging. "I still don't know what I'm going to say to him."

"Me neither," Sam answered quietly, pausing before he spoke again. "We were pretty hard on him, huh?"

"I guess," Josh agreed begrudgingly. "It's just such an extreme situation I figured it warranted that same extremity back. But, I mean, fuck, man. It's Jake. I can't stay mad at him. And if he says he's being safe, then he's probably being safe. You know I worry about him more than I should."

"I do, too," Sam assured him. "And we can be mad about it, too. But he's here right now and I think we should spend time with him while we know for sure that he's safe."

"You're right." Josh smiled at Sam, crinkling his eyebrows thoughtfully. "How did you turn out so smart?"

"I guess I was raised by smart people," Sam replied with a shy smile in return.

"Aww," Josh cooed, leaning his head against Sam's shoulder. "Shucks."

"Come on, let's go get our questionably smart brother," Sam announced, standing up and leaving Josh to lean over and fall on his side on the cushions. He sighed in agreement and rolled dramatically onto the floor before getting to his feet and following Sam to Jake's door. They gave each other a nervous look before Sam rapped his knuckles against the wood.

"Jake?" Sam called. There was no response, so he opened the door and found Jake face down on his bed, one of his legs hanging off the edge and his arms buried under his pillow.

"Come on, Jake, up and at 'em," Josh urged, sitting on the mattress with a cheerful bounce.

Jake gave a muffled grunt in response, snuffling wetly and not moving an inch. 

"We're not mad anymore," Sam insisted, sitting cross legged on the floor by the head of the bed. 

"Concerned, yes, but not mad," Josh added, and Jake groaned. "Oh, for Christ's sake, Jake, we don't think you're some evil pirate villain."

"We do think you're stupid, though."

"A little, yes."

"But that's only 'cause we love you!"

"So much!"

Jake finally lifted his head from his pillow, and his brothers physically recoiled when they saw Jake's pink face puffy from tears, lined with wrinkles from the pillow and sweaty hair glued to his forehead. He looked absolutely pathetic and worn down and Sam immediately burst into raucous laughter. Josh's laughter escaped as a loud stream of air whistled its way out from between his clamped lips and Jake scoffed loudly at their reactions as he sat up.

"Some family you are!" Jake cried and Sam launched into another round of hysterics, falling back onto the rug as Josh clamped a supportive hand on Jake's shoulder but failed to let out any coherent words of affirmation, giggling whenever he tried to speak.  

"You look like Rip Van Winkle after his 20 year slumber," Sam wheezed. 

"Yeah, I was weeping because my family was furious with me," Jake explained slowly, sitting up while Sam and Josh attempted to contain their laughs. "And now said family is laughing at my sorrows."

"I'm sorry, Jake," Josh lamented, wrapping his arms around Jake's shoulders and nuzzling his curls against Jake's ear. "Your sorrows are just really funny looking."

"You're funny looking."

"No, you're funny looking."

"We're all funny looking," Sam said, leaning forward and joining in the brotherly embrace by resting his chin on Jake's knee. "Sorry, Jake."

"No, no, I'm sorry," Jake sighed, combing his damp hair with his fingers. "I shouldn't have lied to you guys, and I'm really sorry about that. I don't like lying, I just knew you'd get upset."

"And we did," Josh agreed, Sam nodding along with him. "You know it's because we care. Just...next time you become a swashbuckling pirate captain, please tell us."

"I will, I will," Jake finally laughed. "I love you idiots a lot, you know that?"

"We love you too," Sam hummed, and Jake patted his head. Josh crushed Jake in a hug until Jake started to wheeze for breath and haphazardly slapped his twin off of him, who kept his arms locked around him as they began to tussle. 

"Avast, ye scurvy dog!" Josh crowed in a stereotypical pirate voice as Jake pushed back against him, sending Sam into another laughing fit. He leaned back and watched his older brothers bicker and eventually roll off the bed onto the carpet as Josh chuckled and Jake clawed out of his embrace. 

"We don't even talk like that," Jake protested, chuckling breathlessly. "You'd be surprised."

"Do you have a skull and crossbones flag?" Sam asked, sitting cross legged attentively. 

"No," Jake answered patiently. Sam frowned. 

"Lame," Sam said in disappointment. "Daniel said you did."

"Daniel is a damn dirty liar, then. When did he say that?"

"Over lunch."

Jake's eyes widened and Josh's impish grin returned as Sam realized what he had done.

"Over lunch?" Jake parroted, his voice lilting in shock. "When did you have lunch?"

"Today," Sam answered coolly, ignoring Josh's silent kissy faces. "We hung out while I was mad."

"Wait, you were out that entire time?" Jake gasped, Josh's glee visibly heightening as Sam shrank back. "So, what, 9am to 6pm?"

"So?" Sam squeaked out, already breaking out in sweats from this interrogation. Whenever the twins cornered him, they always got the information that they wanted. Sam didn't even know how they did it. Together, they could weave together the perfect trap that Sam fell into every single time. 

"And you were getting lunch?" Jake continued.

"He also mentioned dinner," Josh chimed in. "So, lunch and dinner."

"Okay, lunch and dinner," Jake confirmed as they leaned back against the side of the bed in perfect sync. "My, my. That's a lot of time between those two meals. What did you two get up to?"

"We got rained in," Sam answered truthfully, keeping his face as neutral as he could, shrugging casually as he spoke. "Listened to a record, talked about pirate shit."

"He's telling the truth," Jake mumbled, narrowing his eyes to analyze Sam. Sam smiled innocently, wondering if this would be the first time he could actually get away with a secret that was all his own. 

"Hm," Josh grumbled, raising an eyebrow at Sam as a smile crept back onto his face. "So nothing else happened?"

Sam floundered for a moment too long, and he immediately knew he was screwed. Instantly, the twins descended on him in a flurry of triumphant yells and questions.

"I knew it! I knew it! Tell me everything!" Jake hollered, shaking Sam's knee. Sam kicked at them and backed up until he was flush with the wall. 

"There's nothing to tell!" Sam insisted, his voice hitting a shrill range that made him sound even guiltier. Jake and Josh's eyes were flaring brightly and Sam knew that it was going to take a lot more than that to get them to back down. 

"You lie!" Josh argued. "Spill. Did you hold hands?"

"No." Sam spat. 

"Did you kiss?" Jake asked.

Sam clammed up.

"You did!" Josh cheered, smacking Sam on the shoulder and then retracting it just as fast. "Aw, but also ew!"

"No details, have mercy," Jake pleaded, yet continued on his rampage. "But, like, was it good?"

"Ew!" Sam shrieked. "Why do you want to know, you perv?"

"Because I'm nosy!"

"I am also nosy," Josh added with an affirming head shake. 

"I'm well aware, thank you," Sam snapped, cheeks flushing hotly as he feigned supreme annoyance. 

"So?" Jake prodded, both in questioning and with a physical poking of Sam's arm. "Good? Bad? Yes? No?"

"It..." Sam trailed off, mortified beyond words. "It, well, okay, listen-"

"It couldn't have been bad," Josh decided, exchanging a nod with Jake. "You can tell Daniel knows what he's doing. I mean, and excuse me for this, Sam, but awooga." 

"Yeah, no, you need to lock that down, Sammy," Jake agreed sagely. "What if we meet some mermaids? You don't want them stealing your man away from you."

"I'm not worried about that," Sam noted mysteriously, a touch of pride in his voice as he recalled Daniel's mermaid comparison from earlier. 

"Awful confident, aren't we?" Jake teased.

"And yet, you won't tell us anything to give us motivation to back up this confidence," Josh sighed dramatically, side eyeing Sam pitifully in an attempt to pry out more information.

"I thought mum was the word on details, you freaks," Sam said haughtily. 

"We'll start worrying about details when you tell us one singular thing," Jake retorted impatiently. "So far that has not happened. Spill."

"Spill," Josh repeated. Sam let out a deep, deep sigh and rolled his eyes petulantly.

"Well..." Sam started, looking up at the ceiling as if it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. "I'll have you know I made the first move."

"Now that's a plot twist," Jake laughed as Josh let out a long, low whistle. "Nice to hear you have some guts. I mean, it's news to me, but, wow."

"Do you want me to tell you my salacious escapades or would you prefer to keep teasing me?" Sam snipped, crossing his arms. Jake and Josh exchanged a genuine look of consideration.

"Is 'both' an option?" Jake asked.

"I'd love to do both," Josh agreed. 

"Fuck off, the 'both' of you," Sam whined, weakly kicking at them again. "Now you get nothing."

"Noo," Josh booed. "Come on, one more thing. Then we'll leave you alone."

"Swear to God," Jake promised, and both he and Josh covered their hearts with very serious expressions. Sam sighed again and opted to hide his face behind his hand as he spoke.

"He, uh," Sam went on, hiding his face further in his hand as he powered through. "We kissed. I don't know how long but it was, you know, it was fine. It was...good."

Instantly, the twins recoiled and launched into a loud, theatrical cacophony of overlapping cries and gags. Josh fell backwards, slowly sliding down the side of the bed with a faux death rattle in his throat as Jake shook his head and repeated pleas for Sam to 'spare him'.

"You asked!" Sam shrieked, his body burning from head to toe with flames of embarrassment as his brothers writhed and moaned. They only broke their façade for a moment so they could indulge in the joy of seeing Sam crumple up and scowl at them.

"It was just so graphic," Josh insisted, a smile breaking through his howls of agony. "I mean, the thought of you kissing anybody is foul."

"Kissing is a sacred act," Jake explained, feigning grief as he rubbed his temples. "Now it's forever tainted in my brain."

"YOU told ME to go out with him!" Sam squealed, kicking Jake on the shoulder. "YOU asked to hear about it!"

"Did not!"

Sam let out a wordless howl of frustration and the twins bubbled over with satisfied cackles as Sam struggled to get to his feet, their laughs rising an octave as his socks slipped against the hardwood and he struggled to get the traction he needed. 

"I," Sam snapped, throwing open Jake's door. "Am going to get ready for work. Because I am a responsible adult."

"Okay, okay, but remember," Josh said, wagging a finger at Sam. "I expect you and that pirate boy to keep your hands off each other at work."

“Fuck off!”

Sam listened to his brothers continue to giggle and talk quietly as he stalked off towards his room and rolled his eyes. However, the second his door was shut, he couldn’t help but let his face split into a huge smile as he fell face first onto the bed. With a moment of quiet to himself for the first time all day, Sam let his brain replay every precious moment from his afternoon with Daniel that he could possibly remember. He wondered absently if he should write it all down, just so that he could keep the imagery of every glossy curl that swung in his face and the cadence of every breathy word from Daniel fresh in his mind. Sam’s face burned as he stayed buried in his pillow, trying desperately to keep a little exclamation of excitement from erupting as he thought of Daniel waiting for him at work. God, how was he supposed to focus during his shift? Having done what he’d done and not being able to dive deeper like he wanted to? It was going to be torture. Delicious, delicious torture. 

-

The night had passed slowly, and despite being distinctly aware that Josh and Jake were constantly on the verge of throwing a glass at his head, Sam had been absolutely unbearable and proud of it. Daniel had kept his promise and tried to cover as much of Sam’s tables as possible, but every spare moment was spent tossing glances back and forth and flirting unabashedly. After a particularly ridiculous giggle from Sam at something Daniel had whispered in his ear, Sam had heard Jake mutter something to Josh about a suicide pact, which Josh had accompanied with a gagging noise. 

But Sam didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He was fully aware of how unlike himself he was behaving, but he felt loyal to the compulsion to sink completely into the feeling that Daniel gave him. When walking home, Daniel and Sam strode far ahead of the twins, lost in their own little world. When Daniel talked with Jake for an extra 10 minutes about a Friday night dinner plan, Sam had clung to Daniel’s arm, listening quietly for maybe the first time in his life with his cheek pressed to Daniel’s bicep. When the twins were inside, Sam felt the world melt away into irrelevance when Daniel gave him a goodnight kiss on the front step that turned into two or twenty. And when Sam’s head hit the pillow, he felt every muscle in his body finally relax and his mind let him sleep. A deep sleep at that, one that dreams didn’t even touch, and even in this sleep Sam wished that it would last forever.

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#my fave chapter? mayhaps #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #myart #karoufiction #greta van fleet fanfiction

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Finnick Odair x Reader

Requests are open

**

"Gentleman first," Eddie Trinket trilled at the audience. As if choosing children to choose to send to their certain death was anything to be happy about.

She reaches into the bowl and stirs it around. She then carefully chooses a name.

"Drift Y/L/N," she announces as peace keeps pry your brother at the crowd. He was only fifteen. He was strong but... he lacked in other areas. No balanace. He had the coordination of a new born-

"Ladies your up," Effie's voice snaps you out of your thoughts, " Aqua Carver,"

A frail looking girl starts to slowly walk forward. You knew her from school. Very quiet, always sat in the back. She wouldn't last a day in the games.

"I volunteer," you scream, trying to escape the grasp of the peacekeepers, "I volunteer as tribute," you give him a small smile to your brother, Drift, as peace keepers drag the both of you away to death.

**

Your brother barely talked and you couldn't figure out why, it could just be fear

A girl from school comes to visit. Your friend. Marine.

"You stupid, you are an idiot," she screams, pacing the room.

"What the hell, we have three minu-," she interupts you.

"You are beautiful, it doesn't matter what happens. If you win, they will make you sell your body like any other good looking tribute. And if you die I lose my friend," she rants on and on about how stupid it was.

You say nothing as the peace keeps drag her off.

You didn't think you were pretty. You looked in the mirror everyday and hated what you saw. Your skin was either to pale, or to tan. Your hair was either to dark or to light.

You had tried not eating for a little but that didn't help. All it did was screw up your appetite.

**

You hated finnick. He was rude, cocky, and so, sexual. Any time he could try to make you uncomfortable he did. It only worked on your brother turning light shades of pink and you scoffed or rolled your eyes.

You picked up your pace as the both of you walked to training.

You were good with a spear, had some knowledge of throwing knives. You should be good.

"You will need to study the foraging area if you want to live, sweetheart," Finnick says.

"Too bad I don't give a f-,"

"Stop, you to are acting like children. You are both eighteen for gods sake. When did the youngest become the only one with reason,"

**

Over the next few days you fell. Fell in love. Bad.

Every time Finnick smiled, you did to. Every time you smiled, Finnick smiled. You were both in love and the last people to find out were the two of you.

The secret touches. The soft smiles.

You were being prepped for the games. Your makeup crew and designers worked around the clock. Waxing, plucking, and prepping every little section of your body.

Finnick walked in and after a word for some alone time for confidential reasons, he walked up to you.

"You're about to leave. Be careful," and with that he kissed you. A soft, sweet, time freezing kiss. After a few seconds pulls his lips of yours and walks out the door.

Finnick worked around the clock, getting you sponsors and helping you win.

It was day seven, already having dealt with plenty of dificulties. One of the tributes from district 11 had tried to kill you. She missed but stabbed you in the shoulder. Finnick sent you a suture kit and stuff to clean the wound. Your brother got stung by tracker jackers, some ointment that helping him.

You had also received some bread.

You see a silver package falm down and quickly unwrap it, a trident.

"That's awesome," you brother says before you shush him. Drift could be rather careless

As you take back the Trident a sword pierces your brothers neck. As he falls bleeding and limp to the ground, Lux the district one girl smirks at you and pulls out her sword. You hear the boom of a canon.

You are quick to decapitate her with your new weapon. You smirk as her head falls from the lifeless body, and you hear the familiar confirmation of your kill. You pick up a small yellow flower and place it on her chest.

It was like a thank you for letting you live. It wasn't her fault she wanted to win, there would only be one victor. If your brother couldn't win you would.

You can't take it, "Why him. He was supposed to win," you fall to your knees and start sobbing. You realize the other eleven tributes might hear you and cover your mouth as you violently sob.

You curl up under the base of a tree and quietly sob. Your brother should have been the one mourning. Earlier, before his body had been taken, you had placed a blue flower on his corpse. He loved blue.

After a few hours of lying there you have been through all five stages of grief. Now you were going to explore the sixth. revenge.

You osly trekked through the woods. After stopping for a water break with some berries, you resume.

After God knows how long you find a lone girl. The blonde from district 11. You quickly kill her.

A simple knife to the femoral artery and you count down from ten as you watch her scream in pain as the life leaves her eyes. You hear the canon boom and know it is over.

You place a single yellow flower on her chest, "Thank you,"

You climb a tree as several careers show up. Only two are left, but they have another with them.

You jump down and sink a knife into one of their stomachs, going into kill mode all you see is red and remember three distinct canons. You place a yellow flower on each of their chests and leave.

You are down to the last tribute, having already killed eight, this will be number nine. You hear a canon go off as you are whisked away to be crowned Victor.

Finnick greets you with open arms. It has been a week. Most of the interviews are over. You had a spare moment before meeting with Snow.

"I love you, I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it, sweetheart," Finnick says into your neck.

You pull him back to look at you, "Love you to Finn," and with that a deep kiss is ignited.

Finnick pulls away breathless, "So. Sweetheart, this mean we are together," he teases. Smiling at the thought of the begining rivalry.

You walk away with promises of meeting tonight at your room, midnight.

You enter Snow's office and take a seat.

"I have business to attend so this needs to be quick, " he states, "I have a program for certain victors, Finnick Odair, Enorbia," you don't have to listen to the rest to know where this is going.

"You want me to be a prostitute, and I say no, you have nothing to take from me," you state as you turn to walk away Snow says somthing.

"Finnick Odair. I will have his death ordered unless you agree," you don't even turn around to see his smug little, stupid smirk. You know it's there.

"Fine," you hiss and walk out slamming the door.

When Finnick knocks before entering your door, you give a soft come in.

"How did the meeting go," you can tell he is more anxious than you.

He sits next to you and cautiously takes your hand. You grip it in yours as you explain.

He tries to comfort you but you don't need it, " I'm not upset Finny. I knew it was coming, as soon as I reaped, I knew. Are you sure you're okay with it?"

He looks genuinely stunned, "It took me weeks to come to terms with myself over the idea. Its not your fault, it's not cheating. It's keeping me alive,"

With that you ignite a gentle, needy kiss.

You would always be happy if you had each other.

@sakuraazharuno hope you enjoy this!

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Obey Me! Harry Potter Au [1/?]|

Mc x Obey me Brothers + Dateables + Non-Dateables [minus luke] MC referred with Mx. and They/them Pronouns! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mini note: This is a short[ish] story. Also for easiness sake: Lucifer , Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto, Simeon- 4th years Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Thirteen, Raphael - 3rd years Asmodeus, Beelzbub, Belphie - 2nd Year Solomon, Mc, Luke - First Years Putting everyone around about the same year [though Luci is still oldest, Belphie youngest, ect] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mc would find a letter in their letter box as owls surrounded their family home. As they picked up the letter they would look at the back and the front before tearing the top open.

'Dear Mx [Last Name],

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress'

Mc would stare at the letter confused before going inside. "Mama! Mom! I got a weird letter!"

. . .

That was the day you learnt your Mom was a witch - your other Mom was definitely surprised at that news as well. You would learn a lot about yourself that day. Your Mom assumed you wouldn't make it as you are a muggle - adopted into their family. Your biological parents were unknown - so no one really knew your heritage - the conversation left at that.

You would find yourself entering inside of a placed called "The Leaky Cauldron" before going to the back and entering inside of a street hidden by a wall.

"Woah..." Mc's eyes darted from place to place - seeing how students would wonder around the area. "It's been so long since I've come here." Your Mom sighed and smiled. "I remember my first time visiting here." Your Mama huffed. "I still can't believe you kept it from me dear." Your Mom grinned and smiled. "I forgot." "You forgot?! How"

Your Mom sighed and looked at Mc. "You can go ahead towards Ollivander's to get a wand, your Mama and I are going to collect your text books." Your Ma handed over a small purse of money. "It's your money to buy something nice for school. We will get everything else for you. Have fun exploring." Your Mom would drag away your Mama who was rambling about how she was still salty her wife had been keeping the secret!

A small sigh left you as you started to wander around each location. Your eyes watched as the children would chatter about a new broom stick that came out or talk about how they got a bad jelly bean.

Mc pushed opened the door to Ollivander's before someone shouted. "Watch out!" Mc ducked as some books were flung across the room.

Mc glanced up to see 2 teens standing inside. One was older than the smaller one who was looking scared as he held onto the wand. "That one won't do." The shop keeper hummed as he took the wand away to put away.

"Sorry!" The younger boy squeaked as he looked horrified. The older one just laughed a bit. "Sorry, you are not hurt are you?" Mc shook their head a bit and looked at the place that was stocked fill of different wands.

"Are you also here to get a wand?" Mc looks at the older male. "Yeah I am..." The male smiled a bit. "Luke here, is also getting his. Though I think he is scared after that event." He laughed a bit, getting the younger boy - Luke - to puff up. "Simeon! Don't make fun! I almost hurt someone!"

Simeon ruffled the blonde male's hair and hummed. "It's not the worst I've seen happen. I destroyed almost a whole shelf of wands the first attempt I did."

Simeon looked back at you. "Apologies. We didn't introduce ourselves. My name is Simeon. This is Luke." Simeon jestered over to the smaller male. "I'm a 4th year in Hogwarts." "I'm a first year." Mc looked at the two.

"I'm a first year too." Mc smiled a bit. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Mc."

Simeon smiled. "Well, I wish you a good stay at Hogwarts. We'll be seeing each other around. Hopefully. Another one of our friends is starting his year at Hogwarts too. And I'm sure that the rest of our friends will be happy to meet you."

As the gentleman behind the counter came over and handed another wand to Luke to try, he nervously looked at Simeon, who nods his head and smiled.

Luke took a deep breath and flicked the wand, luckily it didn't destroy anything this time. "Thats it. The perfect wand for you." The gentleman smiled as Luke's eyes lit up a bit. As the two were finishing up, Simeon gave a last wave before leaving with Luke, who was excitedly talking about getting his new wand.

"Hello there..." The gentleman at the counter greeted you. "Shall we find you your perfect wand?"

Mc nods their head. As The male grabbed the first wand, you would flick it - causing a plant pot to break instantly, causing you to place the wand back down.

"No the wand clearly..." The male hummed as he continued to search before taking another wand. "Try this one."

Mc would pick it up and flicks it, causing various wands to fall off of the shelf. "Not it..." As the male continued to look. He started to chat with Mc a bit.

"So what brought you to go to Hogwarts?" Mc looked at the gentleman. "Well, I didn't know my Mom was a witch, and I'm not related to her or my other Mama... So I'm going to figure out what I want to do while I'm at Hogwarts... Find my own path."

The gentleman hums as he soon looked at a certain box and pulled it off of the shelf. "Why not try this one. A phoenix core, Flexible, 12 inches, Yew Wood..." He listed off the attributes before handing the wand off to Mc, who flicked it - surprising nothing bad happened.

"The perfect wand." The gentleman smiled as he took the wand and placed it into the box again and pushes it over to Mc, who took it and thanked him. "Hope you enjoy your time at Hogwarts and find out what you want to do."

Mc would continue their journey before entering inside of a store where they were selling school uniforms and different clothing items.

"Asmo, are you going to take much longer." A white haired male called out as the guy beside him was playing on a handheld console - he didn't seem to care about what was going on around him.

"Beauty takes time! I need to find the best thing to wear for my first day as a second year!"

Mc would just walk past over to the stall where the lady in front would help Mc with getting their uniform.

As they were fitting on the outfit - they chose to get a scarf as well to complete the outfit. "I'm gonna come and drag ya out of there!" As Mc left the room, they would head out before bumping into someone, slamming into their chest.

Mc looked up to be faced with the white hair male from before. Mc apologized quickly - before hearing grumbling from the white hair "Ya better be sorry."

Mc continued down and paid for the clothing and headed out quickly.

They would continue on their way through the street and stopped in front of a window to see a broomstick on that students earlier were whispering about.

"Beel, Lucifer won't be happy if you break another broom..." A male yawned a bit as he left with a taller orange hair male.

"Yeah, I know... We should go and check out the stalls. One of them were selling things from Hogsmeade." The Orange hair male commented as he held a broomstick over his shoulder. "Let's go Belphie." "Alright Beel..."

The shorter male with dark blue hair and white highlights hummed as he followed the orange hair out to one of the stalls.

They would continue to roam around before stopping at a shop with magical creatures of Owls, Toads and Cats...

"For the last time Satan, I am not letting you get a cat." Mc poked their head around the corner to find a blond hair male holding onto a black cat and glaring at the black-haired male who was crossing his arms.

"Levi got to bring a goldfish! Even though the school didn't say that he could! Why can't I get a cat?! It was even allowed in the rules!"

"You know why Satan." the black-haired male sighed as he went to try and get the cat from Satan's arms, who pulled away glaring at him. It was getting more intense, and Mc didn't know what to do so they just...

"I think you should let him get the cat..." The two males looked towards Mc who felt like they were shrinking under the glaring gaze of the taller one.

"What did you say." The black-haired male's voice deepened as he went closer to Mc.

Before Mc could speak, the blonde hair male started to speak. "They agree with me. I can get a cat."

"You are not going to disobey me Satan. Some opinion from a half-blooded witch/wizard doesn't matter." For some reason what he said irked you. You glared a bit at the black-haired male.

"Half-blooded wizard/witch? Excuse me. I'm not halfblooded or whatever you said!" The black-haired male went up to you and glared down at you, you could feel yourself sinking and shaking at his gaze.

"What are you then? Full blooded? I would have heard if there were more full-blooded witches and wizards going to Hogwarts. Both of your parents aren't Witches and Wizards are they." Mc opened their mouth but what they said came out as a stutter.

"W-well... I don't know..." "You don't know?" Mc shook their head.

The black-haired male seemed to piece some things together before standing up. "You are the mud blood student that Diavolo mentioned." The male's face seemed to change to disgust for a moment as he dusted his hands on his jacket. "I don't have time for you. Satan. We are going. And you are not getting a cat."

Mc watched as he left - dragging the blonde hair male behind him - leaving the black cat with white paws behind....

Mc only realized how scared they were as they couldn't see clearly.

"Mc! Honey! We got everything." You looked to see your mothers coming over with bags filled with different items. "You look like you got your wand." Your Mom grinned as she took the box. "Ah, its almost like mine! I had Unicorn core, and it was inflexible...and Hazel wood... okay maybe not the same..."

Mc nods their head a bit as their eyes glance at the black-haired male and the blonde hair male walking off in the distance.

"Something wrong dear?" Mc looked at their Mama before shaking their head.

"No... nothing is wrong... But...can I get a cat?" . . . A few weeks would pass before you would find yourself heading through a wall between platform 3 and 4 to find the train to Hogwarts.

Your mother would kiss you goodbye while your Mama squeezes you into a hug, not letting you go.

"Mama, I need to go." Mc huffed a bit before their Mama let go and smiled a bit. "I can't believe my baby is growing up into a... wizard/witch?"

"Yeah... a Witch/Wizard..." Mc smiled a bit and picked up their bag. They would look at the black cat inside of carrier and smiled a bit.

"Come on Mittens, lets start our first school year. Together."

Mc would head off towards the entrance, handing over the ticket to the conductor before looking for an empty stall. There was an empty room which they put their bags under the seat with the cat carrier next to them. They took a deep breath and looked out the window where they could see their mothers waving towards them. Mc blushes a bit out of embarrassment but waved back a bit.

"Excuse me." Mc jumped a bit to see two males waiting at the door. The taller one grinned a bit. "Do you mind if we join you?" Mc shook their head.

"Feel free to... Um.." "Diavolo." The red head smiled and jestered over to the male next to him. "Barbatos."

"Mc." Mc smiled a bit. Diavolo took a moment before his eyes lit up as he sat down across from Mc, with Barbatos sitting next to him.

"You're the new Muggle Wizard/Witch!" Mc looks at Diavolo.

"Um...yes? I think I am?" Barbatos cleared his throat.

"Muggle means you don't have wizard or witch parents." Mc nods their head, thanking Barbatos for the explanation. "My Mom is a witch, though I'm adopted..."

"You are the first Muggle Wizard/Witch that has been allowed inside of Hogwarts. The Past before this year, only allowed those who are half-blooded or Pure-Blooded witches and wizards"

The first...Muggle wizard\witch? You stared down at your hands.

" I hope you're excited to see Hogwarts." Diavolo smiled "You will make a great wizard\witch Mc."

Mc smiled weakly. "Thank you Diavolo..."

Soon a tram filled with sweets went by - which got stopped by Diavolo who bought a bunch of sweets for himself.

"Mc, feel free to take as much as you want. Take it as my welcome to Hogwarts for you."

The door to the tram soon opened to reveal a magenta haired male standing there. He wore an outfit with green colouring on it - unlike Diavolo who had red "There you are! I've been looking for you. I've been wanting to ask you to tell me who is the Muggle student-" Soon the male noticed Mc sitting across from Diavolo.

"Mephistopheles." Diavolo smiled at the male. "I want you to meet Mc, our new Muggle Wizard/witch."

"Hi...I'm Mc." Mc smiled a bit as they played with the bottom of their uniform.

For the rest of the ride, you were being questioned by the new presence of Mephisto.

.

.

.

You would stand in a group of new students as you waited outside of the great hall. "Mc?" A voice called and you turned to see a familiar blonde who you had met while getting your wand.

"Luke. Hey." Mc smiled a bit as they looked at Luke, who smiled back a bit. "How are you."

"I'm a bit nervous. I want to be in Hufflepuff with Simeon...but I can't decide that..." "Hufflepuff?" Mc tilted their head a bit. Which Luke nods his head. "Yeah, what house do you want to be in?"

"Well...I don't know...I don't know any-"

"Who are you talking to Chihuahua?" A teasing voice came from behind.

"I'm not a Chihuahua!" A huff came from Luke as he looked at a new male who entered the conversation. The white-haired male looked to see Mc and smiled.

"Mc, right? I've heard about you from Simeon." Mc looked at the new guy and they nodded their head. "My name is Solomon. I'm a first year too. You are the Muggle Witch/Wizard."

"Muggle...witch/wizard?" Luke looked at Mc. "I thought Hogwarts didn't allow Muggles?"

"There was some sort of exception this year. If you want to know more, you can ask Diavolo." Luke shook his head.

"I'm not talking to Any Gryffindor or Slytherin or Ravenclaw!" Luke huffed. "And some Hufflepuffs! Only gonna talk to You, Simeon, Raphael and Mc. Especially not the brothers.

Before you could ask questions, a new person entered the room. Professor McGonagall told everyone to quiet down as she would explain to everyone the different houses and roles.

As the group started to enter the building. Mc was shocked by seeing the floating candles above them before their eyes looked over at the different tables.

The first-person Mc saw was Diavolo who was waving towards them. Mc smiled a bit and waved slightly before noticing a familiar black-haired male beside him, his red eyes seemed to notice Mc and he watched them as they were walking with the group.

Mc would see sitting at the table behind was a group with yellow coloured uniform.

Simeon was sitting there, and he smiled a bit, Mc noticed Luke looking at Simeon and waving slightly. Though a familiar group of people who Mc met on their adventure were at the same table. The white hair who they bumped into while getting their uniform plus the guy on his console who was seemingly grumpy about something. One stood out which was the orange haired male who was looking over at the table on the other side of the room.

Mc would look at the table with Blue on their uniform. A familiar blonde cat lover was sitting at the table. While at the final table, Mc noticed Barbatos with green on his uniform and beside him sat a sleeping male with white and blue hair while a white-grey haired male was nearby who seemingly was looking at Luke as he was walking with Mc and Solomon. The final two at the table that stood out to Mc was a champagne-haired male looking at a mirror trying to fix the scarf around his neck and a girl with pink and blue hair seeming glaring at Solomon who was grinning and waving at her.

"Do you know her?" Mc asks softly to Solomon who nods his head. "Let's just say we have some history together."

Soon standing in front and Professor McGonagall was talking. "Welcome to Hogwarts. Before the Welcome Feast, we must sort all first-year students into their proper houses." As she explained how it worked, people were being called up.

As Luke sat on the chair he closed his eyes, crossing his fingers in hoping to get which one he wants. "Hufflepuff!" Luke cheered to himself a bit before getting off the stool. Once his uniform changed colours, he found his way over to Simeon, who welcomed him with open arms.

As a few more went. Solomon sat on the stool, as the hat was placed, he would wait before it shouted out. "Ravenclaw!" He would change into blue robes and find his way to a seat next to the blonde who looked up from his book to greet Solomon.

"[Last Name] MC." McGonagall called out. Mc would find themselves heading up and settling on their seat.

As Mc looked at the groups of students at each table, they closed their eyes and waited for what house they would be in.

"You are in..."

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Fun fact: The Headmaster isn't Dumbledore as it will be the Demon Lord [I ran out of characters so I'm using most of the Harry Potter characters for those I can't replace]

Longest thing i've written WOOO

#Obey me! #Harry Potter au #obey me harry potter au #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #om lucifer #om x mc #om x reader #om #omswd #om! #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me x mc belphie #obey me levi x mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obswd #harry potter au obey me #om harry potter au

[rynext]

dreamed abt my oldest brother. it was so.. nice and intimate and kind and warm and i felt this deep ache in me and all i can think during it all was that i had missed him.

#there was this guy being chased (not me for once) by our community in this sort of building where we all were staying at #and as i got to his door my brothers were there minus the youngest i think but i saw my oldest for the first time after he'd been away for #so long and i turned and saw him and he was shorter than me for some reason but i cried out all the same #and i hugged him!! and he grew back go his original heightksjs and then we kind of just continued abt the dream but were catching up #and he was slowly learning abt this version of me now and how much ive grown and he just had this teasingly pleasant surprised look in his #reactions and we had a little of forehead rests and it was just so warm and i didnt leave his side and i missed him i missed him #i hope hes alright and well rn sending so much love to him #back to* a lot of forehead* #and i rmbr he saw me flirting with this girl and his reaction was the same as the others ^ and he was teasing abt how im engaging and #shit now and it made me ache worse bc ik he was being kind abt me being gay and comparing tht to my parents its like my subconscious #was like here is family instead who will love u. atleast in this dream #engaging in romance and shit*

[leiawritesstories]

In the Mornings

Rowaelin Month, Day 10: Single Parent

Word count: 828. 

Warnings: None, enjoy this fluffy goodness!

Every morning, Aelin woke up to one of two things: the obnoxious beeping of her alarm, or a little hand poking her and a matching little voice demanding to be fed. This morning, it was the latter. 

“Mommy? Wake up, Mommy! I hungry!”

Letting out a massive yawn, Aelin rolled over and caught her four-year-old daughter in her arms, blinking her eyes against the stream of sunlight. 

“Enna, what did Mommy tell you about your voice in the morning?”

The little girl’s big blue eyes widened. “Use my whithper,” she said in a very loud whisper. 

“Yes, lovey. Exactly. Now, what do you want this morning?”

“LeeLee want waffle, and Bwan want Cocoa Puffs.”

“I asked you, Enna.” Now mostly awake, Aelin sat up and arched a brow at her youngest.

“Fwoot Woop!” she exclaimed.

Aelin sighed. Buying those cereals on sale was a mistake, she thought to herself, but I suppose it can’t hurt the kids to have their sugar bombs once in a while. She pulled the bedclothes up, picked up Enna, and headed for the bathroom. Once her face was clean and her mind shaken free of sleep’s cobwebs, she changed into a sweater and leggings and went downstairs to the kitchen. 

Halfway down the stairs, she stopped still and took a deep inhale, smelling Rowan’s achingly familiar scent. Only then did she notice that she’d put on his sweater. She pressed a hand to her forehead, took a steadying breath, and resumed her path to feed three hungry children.

And immediately had to put on her Mom Face. “Brannon Whitethorn Galathynius, do you really think that is a good idea?”

Her seven-year-old son turned his head slowly towards Aelin from his teetering perch on a box atop a chair and retracted his hand from the high shelf with the cereal boxes. “Nooooooo.”

“Please climb down, then, my son. Mom is perfectly able to get the cereal; you, my boy, need to practice your what?”

Bran looked sheepishly at his mother. “Patience?”

“Correct. Good grief, I haven’t even been awake for half an hour and my child has already attempted to become Tarzan.” Aelin grabbed four boxes of cereal and set them on the counter, along with four bowls, four spoons, and a gallon of milk. “Eat up, kiddos, you need to get ready for school.”

Thankfully, they made it through breakfast without any major mishaps, if one ignored Enna’s mini breakdown over Bran stealing a drink from her milk cup. Within an hour, all three were clean and dressed, backpacks and shoes on, ready to go. Aelin clipped lunch boxes to each backpack and unlocked the minivan. She stepped into her sneakers, grabbed sunglasses and purse, and made sure the garage door was open before climbing into the driver’s seat and--

“Lyria Evalin! In your seat, facing forward!”

“But Mom, Bran just--”

“I can see what your brother did, and I’m reminding you to sit safely instead of leaning dangerously out of your booster. Bran?”

“Yes?” He shifted his face from little-brother mischief to puppy-dog innocence.

“If you mess with your sister’s seat again, I will make you sit in the other booster.”

He sat himself straight up in his booster. “I won’t, Mommy.”

Aelin smiled to herself. The “other booster” worked miracles in her car. A hideous piece of blindingly bright yellow and orange plastic printed with smiling butterflies, it had been a white elephant gift from Aedion and was only used as the van’s equivalent of the naughty chair. 

Once out of the driveway, she turned on the radio for the kids, who broke into haphazard chorus with Billy Joel. 

Fifteen minutes later, Aelin parked in the lot of Perranth House Daycare. She and Enna got out of the car, Enna carrying her Ariel backpack, and walked in the open doors. 

“Have a good day, Enna!”

“Bye, Mommy!”

Back in the car, Aelin drove another ten minutes to Orynth Central Elementary, where she dropped off her other two.

“Do your best and have good days, my loves!”

“Bye, Mom!” 

“See you at 3!”

Minus her children, Aelin drove home, where she kicked off her shoes, dropped her purse on the counter, and started towards her bedroom. She made it all of halfway up the stairs before plopping down on one and staring at the wall where she hung all of the family photos. Her eyes fixed on the one photo she had never been able to replace.

Her wedding portrait.

Twelve years ago, Aelin Galathynius married Rowan Whitethorn, the love of her life. 

Three years ago, he served one last tour of duty in the air force, planning to retire at its end.

Two years, two months, three weeks, and five days ago, she learned of his disappearance.

Clutching his wedding ring, which had somehow survived the scene and which she now constantly wore on a necklace, Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius wept for her lost husband.

You will never be forgotten, my heart.

PART TWO HERE

#my writing #rowaelin month #day 10

[robinrunsfiction]

It’s A Love Story - Part 3

Part 2

"What the hell Frank," (YN) heard Ray shout from where she was sitting on the steps in front of the school, digging through her backpack. Her head snapped up as she looked between them, trying to figure out what was happening.

"What did I do?" He asked defensively.

"Tucker just told me he delivered a pizza to you on Friday night, and he saw girls shoes and a purse by the door. You lied about being sick to go on a date?!"

(YN)'s eyes wide as panic ran through her. She hadn't seen Tucker, she was in the living room, so there couldn't have been any way he would have seen her. Ray would have said if he knew it was her, right? Tucker would have surely told her brothers.

"You got a girlfriend?!" Mikey asked, clearly surprised.

"Umm, yea, I do," Frank answered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Gerard asked.

"Who is she?" Ray asked, not even giving him time to answer the last question.

"She doesn't go here," Frank lied.

"Is she cute?" (YN) finally piped up, a wicked smile on her face.

"She's gorgeous," Frank replied emphatically and (YN) grinned even wider.

"Are we gonna meet her sometime?" Gerard asked.

"I dunno, maybe, if she wants."

"What's her name?" Mikey asked.

Frank opened his mouth to answer and (YN) was genuinely curious to see how he was going to respond when the bell rang, signaling that they had five minutes to get to their homerooms.

"I'll tell ya later," Frank replied as they all made their way into the school.

(YN) hung back and Frank slowed down so he could walk with her. "Saved by the bell," she smirked.

"Who knew Tucker was fuckin Sherlock Holmes," he muttered and (YN) laughed.

“What name were you gonna give them?”

“Yours,” he smirked.

“Stop it,” she said, smacking his arm and he laughed.

“I’ll see ya in algebra,” he said before heading down the hall. (YN) watched him go and sighed. One day they’d all know she was the girl at Frank’s house. One day she’d be able to kiss him before they parted ways. One day couldn’t come soon enough.

~

A few weeks passed, and (YN) was still living for the thrill of being with Frank. There were small moments like (YN) coming out to the garage to watch the band, or rather Frank, practice, to them spending more time doing homework together, to Frank taking her hand as they sat next to each other during the weekly movie night, even though her brothers were right there. Then there were the more exciting moments, like when she found Frank between the shelves, deep in the library.

“Hey,” she whispered, making him jump.

“Shit, oh hey (YN)," he grinned. "What are you doing here?”

“I'm in study hall, but I came to get some books for my research project for history. I saw Mikey up front and he said your English class was in here so," she shrugged, leaning against the shelf.

"You thought you'd come find me in the stacks?" He smirked.

"I thought I'd come find my books for my research project. Come on Frank, what did you think was gonna happen?" She replied with a smirk of her own.

Frank glanced over his shoulder, before grabbing her waist and kissing her hard. (YN)'s mind began to spin, partially because of how amazing the kiss was, but also because her brother was also in the library. Hell, anyone could wander over and find them making out. It'd take all of a minute for the entire school to find out. And (YN) loved it.

She ran her hands through his hair, as they made out against the historical fiction books until they heard footsteps and they pulled apart and both turned their attention to the books. Whoever it was, kept walking, not even slowing down to do more than glance their way.

“Close one,” Frank whispered.

“Mmhmm,” she agreed, stealing a look out of the corner of her eye.

“Kinda awesome.”

“Oh yea,” she giggled.

That afternoon at lunch, (YN) was at her usual spot with the guys, minus Mikey. Ray and Gerard had been practically bouncing out of their seats, clearly having news to share.

“Where is Mikey?” Ray asked, looking around anxiously.

“I dunno, but I’ll fill him in later,” Gerard said. “Let’s just tell ‘em!”

“There’s a battle of the bands coming up and we’re signed up!” Ray announced.

Frank, Bob, and (YN) all exchanged a look of surprise.

“Wait, when is it?” Frank asked.

“Next month!” Gerard grinned.

Bob put his head in his hands. “We have so much more practicing to do.”

“I think we got a real shot!” Ray explained. “And when we win, we get prize money and  real studio time to record an album!”

“We’ll be taking off in no time!” Gerard nodded.

“Can I help?” (YN) asked. 

Before anyone could answer, Mikey walked into the cafeteria with a cute blonde girl. 

"See ya there Mikey," the blonde waved before going off to join her friends and Mikey had a smug smile on his face.

"About time!" Ray said.

“What was all that about?” Gerard asked.

"Me and Kristin are going to the fall formal together."

“Oh nice,” Gerard replied.

(YN) almost choked on her sandwich. "Wait, what?! That's not fair! I wanted to go to fall formal!"

"Who's stopping you?" Mikey replied.

"You and Gee! When you two, the least intimidating nerds at this school, somehow convinced the entire male population to stay away from me!"

She could feel people were starting to look at her as her voice raised with every word but she didn't care. She was angry and sick of how she'd been treated.

"Just go with Christine and Marie," she heard Gerard say, and she began to see red.

"I don’t want to because they have dates and I don't want to be a third wheel!" She snapped. "The double standards in this family are such BULLSHIT!"

"Miss Way!" Mrs. Simon barked. “The office, now!”

(YN) felt her cheeks burning red and her shoulders slumped in defeat as almost everyone in the cafeteria started laughing at her while she was marched down to the office by the teacher. She sighed in frustration at yet another way her brothers were ruining everything for her.

~

A few hours later the school day was over and (YN) reported to detention.

"Is this your first time in detention?" The teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, asked as she slid into the desk and she nodded. "Ok. The rules are there is no talking, you may do your homework, read, or sit silently."

(YN) wondered who she would even talk to since the room was empty. She pulled a folder out of her backpack and was about to get started on her homework when someone else walked into the room.

"Mr. Iero, please take a seat, you know the rules," she heard the teacher say. She looked up to see Frank coming to sit down at the desk next to hers.

"Hey," he whispered.

She grinned and then turned her attention back to her homework. They both worked silently until the teacher announced he would be right back.

"He's gonna be gone at least 10 minutes," Frank said once the door was closed.

"How do you know?"

"He's taking a smoke break."

"Oh, right. Well what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't let my girl go through her first detention alone," he smiled.

(YN) covered her face, partially because she was blushing, and partially because she was embarrassed to be in detention in the first place. "What did you do to be here anyway?"

"I threw a ball at Mikey's head during gym."

(YN) could hardly stifle her laughter. "Oh my god, were you playing dodgeball?"

"No, soccer."

(YN) burst out laughing, thankful Mr. Rodriguez was not in the room. "Thanks for that."

"He deserved it," Frank nodded.

"I agree,” she grinned.

When they walked out of the school almost an hour later, (YN)'s mom was sitting in her car waiting to pick her up. "Ugh, I can't wait to get grounded."

"Maybe it won't be that bad?" Frank said sympathetically as they walked down the steps.

"Hello Frankie, did you wait for (YN)?" Her mom called out the open car window.

"No, I had detention too," he shrugged.

"Oh," her mom seemed taken aback. "Well would you like a ride home?"

"Please," (YN) whispered, hoping to delay the trouble she was certain to get into.

"Sure, thanks!" He nodded, getting in the backseat.

"That Mrs. Simon said this wasn't your first outburst this year, (YN)," her mom said as they started to head home.

"Yea, I know."

"That's not like you," her mom replied, more concerned than angry.

"I know," she muttered, head against the window.

"No one asked me, but I think Gerard and Mikey should back off," Frank piped up from the backseat.

"What do you mean Frankie?"

"Don't worry about it," (YN) mumbled.

"They're too protective of her. I know she's a girl, and the youngest, even if it's just by a few minutes, but they don't need to treat her like every single guy is a predator," he explained.

"Did something happen?" Her mom asked, now very concerned.

"No, some guy in Gee’s class was talking to me at that pool party this summer and Gee freaked out. It doesn't matter, the social damage is done. I don't even care anymore."

"Do you want me to talk to them?"

"No, I don't wanna make it worse. Just let me handle it," (YN) answered.

The rest of the drive was silent until they arrived at Frank's house. "See you tomorrow," he said, reaching forward to rub (YN)'s arm sympathetically before getting out.

"He's a good boy," her mom said as they started back toward their house and (YN) hummed in quiet agreement. "And that necklace he bought you for your birthday is lovely."

(YN) didn't even realize she was playing with it until her mom drew her attention to it. "Yea," she agreed.

"If you ask me, I think he likes you, I've always thought that."

(YN) blushed. "Don't tell anyone, but I know he does."

"Because you like him too?" Her mom asked. (YN) nodded as they pulled into the driveway. "I'll keep it our little secret."

"So am I in trouble for getting detention?"

Her mom laughed lightly. "No, but don't let it happen again. If you want to yell at your brothers, wait until you're home."

"Will do," she nodded, a relieved smile crossing her face.

(YN) didn’t say anything to either of her brothers that night at dinner, eating quickly before running back up to her room. It still wasn’t fair that she got in trouble, or that Mikey could date whoever he wanted to and she couldn’t. She curled up in bed with her sketch book, and tried to let her frustrations come out through her pencil.

"Hey," she heard Mikey say from her doorway after a while.

"Go away," she muttered, not even looking up until something landed at the foot of the bed. It was her favorite candy bar.

"Sorry for being an ass," he said.

"Whatever," she said, grabbing the candy, but still not even looking his way.

"Did you hear what Frank did?"

"Gave you what you deserve," she replied.

"I guess you could say that, but we’re just looking out for you."

She glared at him. "I'm not that fragile Mikey! I can handle myself, now go away!"

“Sorry,” he muttered as he retreated back to his room next door.

(YN) got up and slammed her door and settled back onto her bed when there was another knock. 

“Oh my god, leave me alone!” (YN) shouted, but the door opened anyway.

“Can we talk?” Gerard asked, peaking in.

“No! Go away!” She said getting up to push the door shut, but Gerard was stronger than her.

“I’m sorry! I was thinking about how you said you wanna help with the band, and I was wondering if you’d design our logo for us, and maybe like some shirts or something?”

(YN) stopped pushing on the door. “Wait, really?”

“Yea, like when we win this thing, we’re gonna need some merch to sell to help get our name out there, and posters for gigs, stuff like that,” Gerard shrugged.

“Yea, I guess I could try,” she nodded.

“And I know Mikey tried to apologize, but didn’t do a good job of it. We just didn’t want a guy like Adam to get a chance to do anything, because then people would start talking and-”

“Hang on,” (YN) cut him off. “This isn’t the Regency era, I don’t need my older brothers telling me who I can and cannot spend time with, out of fear that I’ll disgrace the family!”

“That’s not it! I just… I just feel like it’s my duty to protect you. You and Mikey both, but it’s different with you because you’re a girl and I’ve seen the way the guys look at you and I can imagine what they’re thinking and it’s gross and it makes me mad.”

(YN) sighed. "I just wish that if you felt like making a decision in my best interest, you’d actually ask me what I want first."

"Sorry," Gerard mumbled.

"Doesn't do much good now, but whatever," she shrugged.

Gerard stepped back from the door, and she shut it behind him. It didn't really matter, she had Frank, but it was the principle of the matter that still left her steaming.

Part 4

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iv.xlviii. Jaehyun’s working day (a)

a/n: Hey, I’m back. After a break I feel now better to write again and let me say one thing I MISSED YOU GUYS ❤ the last weeks were pretty hard for me and I no room in my head to write. But now I had a new idea and I want to be back. And I’m also thinking about to make a discord channel to talk with you guys about the story and other Jaehyun things (for example his dramas). What do you think about it? ❤

4 am For Jaehyun, work was on his plan and the filming for the new drama started again. He always had to leave early and didn't come home until very late. In the morning the twins were still with you because you had to breastfeed Kiwoo. Most of the time you pick them up at 4 a.m. and they were with you for a while. Jaehyun especially enjoyed this time. Kiwoo was on his chest and he knew he had to go. Every time it was a struggle for him to leave the house. He wanted to put his youngest son with you very slowly but he immediately began to cry. Kiwoo already knew that his father would go and he knew that he would not see him for a very long time. "Don't cry, I'll try to be back soon." He knew it was a lie. The work took longer and longer and he felt guilty. "Kiwoo please ..." When he took the boy back to himself, he calmed down again. Jaehyun was torn, he was already too late for work. But as soon as he moved away from his son, Kiwoo began to cry again. At some point you notice this back and forth and you turn to him sleepily. "Hey, give him to me." You stretch out your arms and lay your boy on your chest. Kiwoo was now calm again and looked at you excitedly. "Thank you. I love you," he said, kissed you and quickly left the house.

6 am It was really difficult for Jaehyun to work without his children. He hated being gone for so long and had the guilty conscience of failing as a father. "Hey, are you okay?", Minu, his co-actress, asked him and smiled gently. She noticed that he was absent and could hardly be spoken to. "Yeah .... Kiwoo just lies with me every morning and he cries every time I leave him .... It's really not easy every morning right now." Jaehyun sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "Kiwoo is your youngest son, isn't he?" She asked and Jaehyun nodded. "Yeah, actually it's Geon, but they are twins. Kiwoo came first, half an hour later Geon." He had to smile when he thought of the time when they were so little. They were so tiny and looked so inhuman when they were born. Still, they had grown so well and he always wondered how these two boys had room in your belly. "Wow, your wife must have done a lot," said Minu and smiled. "Yes, she really gave everything with all of our children." It hit Jaehyun even more that he cannot be with you. The weather was so nice and he would have loved to go out with Miga and Sunoh and they could have romped around at the playground. "I would really like to get to know her and your family," Minu says, but Jaehyun didn't find the idea that exciting. "Minu, that's not personal, but we're playing a couple in the drama and my wife doesn't think it's great that we kiss several times. I really want to separate my professional and private life." Jaehyun looked at her a little worried, but Minu nodded. "No problem, is understandable." But she got up immediately and left the room.

9 am During his first break, Jaehyun called you right away. He wanted to know whether Kiwoo was happy again and whether everyone else was fine. "We're having breakfast," you say, and put the iPad on the table so that Jaehyun could see everyone on video. "Mummyyyyy .... juice!" Sunoh stretched out his arms and you got him something to drink. "What do we say when we want something?" You look at your son admonishingly. "Pleaseeeeee." Sunoh's eyes widened and Jaehyun had to laugh. He was happy, if only digitally, to be a part of it. "Have you already filmed?" You ask him and now sit down at the table. "No, I was only in the mask so far. I'll wait that they call me." Jaehyun glanced to the side and made sure that he still had time. "Dada?" Geon suddenly looked up at you, recognizing his father's voice. "Yes! There is Dada!" You point to the screen where Jaehyun waved. "Good morning Geon." When the boy heard his father's voice, he began to squeak with joy. "Yes, you are happy." You brush his hair aside and smile. "And how is Kiwoo doing?" Jaehyun still felt guilty from the morning. "Kiwoo is fine. He's taking a nap. Don't worry." You knew he was sad because Jaehyun struggled with it every morning. "I just want to be with you." Jaehyun was really sad because he knew that there would be a few more days of shooting. "You'll be back with us very soon. We can do it." You also try to be positive, even if it was difficult for you too. "Jaehyun, you have to get to the set now." One of the staff came into his room and Jaehyun had to leave. "Okay, I have to work. I love you all," he said quickly before hanging up.

12 am Jaehyun didn't like the scene he was supposed to play today. It was a romantic scene where he and Minu were comfortably sitting on the couch, arm in arm. But it felt so wrong that the woman in his arms and chest wasn't you. "Yes, because I love you," Jaehyun acted, trying his best, but the team wasn't happy. "What's going on today? Jaehyun, every potato could show more love than you do today," said the director and sighed. "I know, I know ... let's do it again." Jaehyun sat up and put his arm around Minu again. She snuggled up against him and he was amazed at how well she was acting because it felt so real with her. "Yes, because I love you." He looked down at her and she looked at him with wide eyes. "Yes?" "Yes!" He stared at her and her face slowly came closer. It wasn't a kissing scene yet, he knew that, but he already felt like he was cheating on you. "Am I bothering you with something?" The third actress was added, who played Minu's roommate. "And CUT!" The director then shouted and rolled his eyes. "Jaehyun! That was a disaster. With music and light we can still manage it, but I hope the next scenes will be better." Jaehyun felt bad on both sides now. "I'm sorry. I'll do better." He bowed his head and hoped the day would pass quickly.

3 pm When Jaehyun later looked at his phone, he saw a few photos Miga sent him from your phone. He had to laugh because Miga was having a lot of fun with her brothers and he also knew that you must be angry that she wasn't doing her homework. "The twins already look so big," said the hairdresser, who often accompanied Jaehyun for shows or dramas. "Yes, I can watch them grow." Jaehyun laughed and looked at the photos. "When my son was born, it seemed to me that every time I slept, he just grew two inches." The hairdresser smiled and showed then also a photo of her son. But before Jaehyun could say anything, Minu came in. "Hey Jaehyun." She sat down on the table in front of him and grinned. "Hi Minu, is there anything?", Jaehyun asked surprised, but she shook her head. "No, I'm on break right now." She grinned and slowly rocked her legs. "Oh ... okay. Have you already eaten?", He asked surprised and Minu started to giggle. "You care about me! Yes, I've already eaten." Jaehyun was a bit surprised by her statement and her suddenly childlike behavior, so that he was quite embarrassed. "Um ... very good ..." he stuttered, but the hairdresser can no longer listen to it. "I have to blow dry Mr. Jung now." And before Minu could say anything, she switched on the loud hair dryer. Minu looked at her in surprise and waited a little longer, but the hairdresser took her time, so that Jaehyun's scalp burned a little. At some point Minu understood that it would take even longer and left the room again. "I know, I'll be the last to say that ..." The hairdresser switched off the hairdryer and gave Jaehyun a serious look. "But this girl is the devil." She sighed and hoped she had no regrets. "What?" Asked Jaehyun and was quite surprised. "Just that she's not that nice otherwise ..." She pressed her lips together and then quickly ran away.

8pm When Jaehyun looked at his phone, he saw that Sunoh and Miga had already wished him good night. He had missed their calls again because the filming had taken much longer. His feelings of guilt grew to infinity and he didn't know how long he could endure it. He packed his things and hoped that he would make it home in time, that he could at least talk to you a little longer. "Jaehyun." Minu suddenly jumped in front of him and grinned. Jaehyun was just tired and wanted to go home. He didn't mean to be rude, but Minu was particularly stressful today. "Minu?" He asked surprised and held his car key tight. "Me and some of the grew going to have another drink. Would you like to come with us?" "I'm sorry, I'm hardly home and I have to drive home for at least an hour." "You can sleep at my place. I have a guest room", she suggested and Jaehyun stroked his forehead. "Minu, I'm really sorry. But I have babies at home who don't have a sleep schedule and a woman I would still like to see, unfortunately I don't have time for that." Jaehyun sounded stricter than expected, but he was tired, stressed, and plagued with guilt. "I'm ... so-so sorry." Her eyes were glassy and she looked like she was about to cry. "Minu ... it wasn't meant badly. The day was hard today ... I'm sorry ..." Jaehyun tried to clarify everything, because he didn't need any stress at work either. "No, I'm sorry. Have a nice evening with your wife." She then suddenly smiled and then turned around. Jaehyun was totally surprised for a moment, but he didn't want to waste any more thought. He got into his car and drove off.

10 pm You sleep already, but only lightly because you could never sleep well if Jaehyun was not with you. The TV light was still flickering because you needed some kind of noise that was in the background. But then the door opened and Jaehyun finally came to you. "I'm sorry I was so late. It was a construction site on the freeway and then a traffic jam ... I'll take another route tomorrow." He looked at you sadly, but you don't say anything and just kiss him. You were just happy to have him with you, to feel him, to smell him. You hug him as tightly as you could and never wanted to let go of him. "I missed you so much ..." he mumbled into your neck. But something about his voice worried you. You look at him and see how his eyes were red and glassy. "Jaehyun ... is everything okay?", You ask him worried and stroke his cheek. "No ..." He bowed his head because he didn't want you to see him like that. He didn't want you to have to worry about him too. "Jaehyun ... I can see that you are not doing well." But the few hours that he had with you he didn't want to talk to you about all of this. "Can we just lie there and just cuddle?" He asked, looking at you with puppy eyes. You weren't sure because you don't want him to suppress his feelings. But he looked so exhausted and talking about his feelings can be very exhausting. "Okay ..." you say gently and stroke his back.

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[soclonely]

The Clones as My Dad's Snow Storm Purchases For Urban Oklahoma

Ok bless this man. My mom is from up north. She spent her life shoveling snow in the upper peninsula of Michigan, where on average they get around 360inches of snow a year. But my dad, bless his heart, has never experienced real snow in his life minus a vacation here and there and Oklahoma, where they live, got LOADED with snow and negative temps. My mom let him do the shopping for supplies and groceries and I had to because it's so ridiculous I love him. As I have said before, my dad is like Tech so naturally he did hours of research before shopping.

Rex- coffee, like a lot. He went to Costco and bought 3 bulk coffee containers

Echo- bulk vitamins. Doesn't want to get sick and sound funny this week on zoom I guess?

Fives- frozen pizzas. They are taking up a quarter of my parents deep freezer

Jesse- stacks upon stacks of bottles water, which is actually good because their pipes froze

Kix- Sorel Winter boots that he will probably only wear a few times because my mom does all the winter shoveling(she enjoys it, it's a good workout, my dad has noodle arms)

Tup- hot cocoa and fuzzy socks for him, my mom, and my baby brothers

Dogma- a shovel that also acts as a garbage pick

Hardcase- blow up tubes for sledding. I hope they find a hill because the prairie is flat. Sled down the side of our storm shelter in the yard I suppose?

Coric- so much junk food. Like my mom doesn't know what to do with it. He got cookies and chips and lil donuts

Bly- instant soups, a solid 20 packs. Not even kidding on the number mom says. 20 of the dump in water, heat, and serve

99- A mop for cleaning up the piping mess.

Cody- space heater for the living room when the fire place is off

Waxer and Boil- board games to keep my mom and the youngest two brothers busy. My mom homeschools so this was actually a smart move for the week

Wolffe- steaks. "They were on sale!"

Sinker and Boost- a heat gun to melt the ice off the car and sauna doors because they were frozen shut. My mom without a sauna is like obi wan without a 3 minute break from Anakin

Hunter- humidifier because y'all, shit down there gets DRY. It's a big one and they still have to refill it 4 times a day. Current humidity reading in the house is 38%

Wrecker- 15lb package of spaghetti noodles 😭😭😭

Tech- bubble coat and snow pants for the family. They can withstand temps of down to -30 degree F. After his presentation of how great they were my mom went out in a hoodie and shoveled their driveway AND the neighbors.

Crosshair- a new lock for his office because he knows my mom is going to get shack wacky since she won't be going anywhere with the kids this week and will send the 6 year old up to bug him.

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A look into the multiverse chapter 9. Reacts by @bssaz97

The members of the audience began reconvening to their seats as the next viewing was about to begin. With the many different worlds they had seen, there was no telling what they would be seeing next.

"Wonder what kind of world we'll see today," Yang states.

"I have a good feeling about this one. Maybe it'll show us as expert huntresses on a mission to save the world!" Ruby enthusiastically told her team.

"...Ruby that's what we're currently doing in our world." Weiss replies with an unimpressed look.

"Ohhh yeah… Well maybe it'll be different!" Ruby adds, causing her teammates and sister to roll their eyes.

The screen rolls and shows Taiyang at home on Patch, making steaks on a grill with a huge smile on his face.

"Finally, the girls are coming home after so long." Taiyang mutters to him "Better to start cooking now before the girls come. Tai's face falls into a frown.

"Hey look Yang it's Dad!" Ruby points out, excited to see her father once again. Even if it was on the screen.

"Yeah. Actually, this looks exactly like our house back in Patch." Yang was a bit confused why the setting of this world was so similar to their own.

Most of the world's they've seen thus far were much different from their own. Which made her think of what could possibly be different about this world compared to theirs.

"Oh yeah. That's right. Ruby's bringing her boyfriend here. Tai sighs and adds another steak to the grill and turns to yell into the house.

"Say WHAAAT?!" Ruby's eyes grew nearly twice their size and a look of shock had grown on her face.

"Ruby… has a boyfriend?" Blake questioned.

Nearly in her peer group turned their eyes from the screen and looked to the crimsonette in shock. Ruby notices their stares and quickly grabs her hood and covers her face in embarrassment.

"Red has a boyfriend in this one? Now that's something I never expected to see today," Coco stated before turning back around to face the screen. Her team followed as well.

Ruby whimpered to herself, while she was slightly embarrassed about the revelation of her alternate having a boyfriend she was curious as to see who this said boyfriend was.

"ZWEI! DON'T EAT THIS EXTRA STEAK, IT'S FOR RUBY'S BOYFRIEND!" He didn't get a response. Taiyang sighed again. "Guess he's asleep. He mutters to himself. He took the steaks off the grill and as he walked back into the house he heard the door open and heard his daughters yell into the house.

"WE'RE HOMEEEEEEEE!" Taiyang rushed up to his girls and hugged them tightly. Yang and Ruby hugging him back just as tightly.

"Whoa you two look the same as you did back in Beacon!" Nora stated. Her expression started falling as soon as she mentioned the last part.

Ruby had removed her hood and she began recalling past events. If she was right then this was taking place at the time when her and Yang went back to Patch to visit their Dad shortly before the Vytal Festival.

Hopefully they wouldn't have to revisit those memories during this viewing.

"Hey Dad!" Yang cooed looking at her father with a smile.

"Did ya miss us?" Ruby asks,smiling as well.

Taiyang pretends to ponder on it for a while before grinning at them.

"Nope." He said jokingly to both, laughing when Ruby and Yang punch him in the arm lightly. Taiyang looks around a bit. "Uh. Where is this boyfriend of yours Ruby?"

Ruby's eyes light up. "Oh he's coming with our bags. Trust me daddy. You'll love him!"

Taiyang lets out a snort. "We'll see."

Yang began to look around the house as well. "Where Zwei? I thought he would be down here to greet us?"

Taiyang saw that Zwei was indeed not there and grumbled to himself. "That boy. ZWEI! YOUR SISTERS ARE HOME!"

"Sisters?" Both Ruby, Yang, and Qrow said at the same time, leaving all of them very confused. Zwei was indeed a part of the family, but he was still Corgi after all. So why did Taiyang refer to him as though he wasn't such?

Their question was answered very quickly.

Zwei's ears twitch at the sound of that, and a thumping comes from up stairs aside the noise of something falling down the stairs, before Yang and Ruby could react a black blur launch itself at them. A Ten year old dog faunus boy with curly unkempt hair color that matched Ruby's and little corgi ears was hugging the two tightly raising his head to show silver eyes beaming with joy.

"Ruby! Yang! I missed, I missed you, I missed you! He cried out hugging them tighter. The girls laugh and hug him back.

Ruby's, Yang's, and Qrow's eyes reached the size of dinner plates and they couldn't believe what they were seeing was real.

Ruby was the first to speak and began visibly shaking, "Oh my gods...Zwei- he's...he's..."

"Sooo Adorable!~" Ruby/Weiss/Yang/Nora cooed as the good little boy she remembered from Beacon was now literally an adorable little boy.

Blake, the rest of ALP(N), Qrow and Ozpin were shocked beyond words. This certainly was not what they were expecting at all today.

"Wait who's Zwei?" Oscar turned to ask Qrow.

"Well...in our world, he's the family dog. But in this world it seems like he's the youngest child?" Qrow said but still seemed unsure of himself.

As he remembers, Summer only had one child in the form of Ruby. But this world's version of Zwei shares many of the same traits that Summer and Ruby have/had….but why was he a faunus? Was this world's version of Summer a faunus? These questions were beginning to cause Qrow a headache so he resigned himself to just watch the viewing. Hopefully some of his questions could be answered.

"Hey Zwei!" Yang greeted ruffling his hair.

"How's my baby brother doing?" Ruby asked lightly, pinching his cheeks letting go when he tried to swat her hand away.

"Oh!~ Look at his hair, his lil ears and his lil cheeks. I just wanna pinch them all day!" Ruby cooed. She never had the privilege of having a younger sibling, so seeing that her alternate had one left her somewhat envious.

However, she still loved her family after all and wouldn't trade them for anything. But she could at least relish in the moment for as long as she was allowed to.

Zwei kept smiling and went to babble on about what he did while they were gone, about the games he wanted to play with them when he was interrupted by the sound of bags hitting the floor and looked behind Yang and Ruby to see a very tall Blonde.

"Jeez girls. You had to make me carry all of those? Jaune said while giving Ruby and Yang a halfhearted glare.

Suddenly the room became silent once more, a very recurring theme happening in this viewing as the reveal of Ruby Rose's mystery boyfriend was revealed.

The two team leaders both looked towards each other if only for a brief moment before turning away and blushing up a storm. The members of their teams, minus Weiss as she was too engrossed in looking at tiny Faunus Zwei, observed both reactions of Ruby and Jaune before turning back towards the screen. They could discuss this matter another time, as they still had a viewing to see.

Qrow, however, saw the short display between the two and his eyes narrowed. He had a feeling he was going to have to keep a close eye on those two. Particularly Jaune.

Ruby grinned and walked up to Jaune and began to slowly rub his arm. "Aww was it too much for my big tough guy hm?" She cooed snuggling up to and turning to her father and brother. "This is my boyfriend Jaune!" She shoved him in front of them. Jaune nervously looked toward Taiyang and reached his hand out.

"Hello sir. I'm Jaune Arc." He said keeping a stutter out of his voice and his hand steady

Taiyang raised an eyebrow at that. "Arc? …...What is your mother's name?"

"Uh Jeanne?" He still had his hand outstretched. Taiyang let out a large groan and grabbed Jaune's hand firmly shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Jaune." Tai said, with a forced smile leaving Jaune and Ruby confused.

Yang's eyebrow quirked, "What the heck was that about?"

"Is this not normally how your Dad reacts when either of you bring a boy home?" Blake asks her partner.

"Actually, Ruby and I never brought any boys home. At least I never did, too risky and I knew he would overreact. Ruby on the other hand hasn't dated anyone in… ever. But that's not what I was talking about."

"What did you mean then?" Blake looked confused.

"It's more with how he reacted when Jaune told him his mom's name. It's just weird I guess, Dad didn't talk too much about his days as a student in Beacon so maybe he's got some form of beef with Mama Arc." Yang theorized. She leaned towards where Jaune was seated and nudged him, "Hey VB."

"Hm What? I'm sorry Yang did you want something?" Jaune asked, looking very tense.

"You know about any beef between your mom and a guy named Taiyang?" Yang inquired.

"Oh. Uhhh, no I don't remember her mentioning anybody by that name. At least to my knowledge. Wait, isn't that your Dad's name?"

"Yeah I just wanted to ask you since I don't know anything about any beef between our parents. Oh well, question for later. Thanks anyway." Yang patted his shoulder with her prosthetic hand before leaning back towards her seat.

Ruby turned to Zwei who looked at Jaune oddly. "Say hi to Jaune Zwei." Zwei latched himself to Ruby's leg and shot a glare at Jaune.

"Hello." He said quietly, clutching her tightly which caused Ruby and Yang to till her head at their baby brother's odd behavior. But a knowing look came across Jaune's face Immediately. But he said nothing for the moment. Taiyang claps his hand to get everyone attention.

"I'm sure you guys are hungry so let's eat!"

A knowing look also appeared on Jaune's face as he sat in the audience. While he may not be… dating his best friend in this world, he recognized all to well the signs of a threatened sibling. He himself had acted the same way when he himself was around Faunus Zwei's age. While he may not know exactly what the young boys feelings were, Jaune knew where they were coming from.

Zwei had sat close to Ruby the entire time and tried to keep her attention on him and not Jaune. After the dinner when Jaune stood, Zwei smiled brightly.

"Leaving already? Oh noooo" He said faking sadness. I guess you're going home now….."

Many in the audience soon were beginning to now understand what exactly was going on now.

"Aww~ Looks like the little brother is threatened by Jaune-Jaune over here." Nora nodged her fearless leader.

"Nora, please…" Jaune practicality begged his energetic teammates/surrogate sister.

Ruby giggles and pats Zwei's head.

"No silly. Jaune's gonna be staying with us for the next months before we hit the road again!'

Zwei's eyes widen and he tears up

"Oh no, poor baby." Weiss almost wept at the broken-hearted expression on the poor boy's face. Many of the other members of the audience also felt sympathetic.

"You're leaving? But you just got back!" he whimpered. Yang sighed a bit.

"No Zwei. We're leaving in a month." She replied, still finishing off her steak and turning to look at Tai. "This really good dad." Taiyang thanks her while Zwei glares at Jaune.

"But why is he staying here?"

Ruby tilts her head. "Cause he's got nowhere else to go?"

"Why doesn't he go home?"

"He lives in Mistral Zwei. It's pretty far and it's easier for him to stay here."

Zwei growled and crossed his arms and turned away from them. "I'm not sharing my room with him." He says looking at the floor. Ruby laughs a little.

"Course not. He's sleeping in my room." Taiyang raises a finger to complain but Yang stops him and shakes her head with a look that says "Don't even bother." To which Tai reluctantly complies with. Ruby could be really stubborn.

"Wow, your Dad is not how I was expecting him to be," Blake states.

"Yeah Dad doesn't get angry as much as Yang does." Ruby replies.

"Yeah...Hey wait a minute!" Yang's eyes narrowed.

The members of RWB(Y) and ALPN laughed at her expense. Yang sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

"Fine." Zwei begans to stomp up upstairs into his room and slams it shut. Ruby looked a bit annoyed and worried.

"What's his problem?" Ruby asks turning the others? Yang and Taiyang shrugged and Jaune remained silent. They all talk for a while before heading to bed.

The next day had come and Jaune had gotten up and ate breakfast with the family. Zwei never looked at him and ran up into his room when he was done. Ruby taps him on the shoulder.

"Maybe try playing with him? He just met you and I'm sure he's just being shy." Ruby said smiling. Jaune sighed a bit.

Jaune shook his head at what Ruby's alternate self was presuming to be the issue at hand.

"It's not that he's shy. He thinks I'm gonna steal you away." He thought to himself. But he nodded and started to walk up to Zwei's room knocking before walking in. the ten year old faunus glaring at him immediately.

"What?" He said quite rudely.

"Whoa shit. He may look like Red but he certainly doesn't act like her." Mercury said honestly surprised.

"Be quiet Black! Zwei is a good boy and he shall remain that way!" Weiss threw this way.

The villains in the room only rolled their eyes at the former heiress's retort.

Jaune looked around the room and saw it was a Ten year boy's dream. Poster of plenty of shows, A xbox and a ps4 the works. He looks at Zwei to see a bunch of toys around him and he walks up and picks up a toy that looks like a ghost kneeing to Zwei's eye level and smiles at him.

"Hey I was hoping I could play with you, maybe I can be… Ghostface? Zwei looked at Jaune like he was stupid.

"His name is Ghostfreak." Zwei states turning his gaze from Jaune to play with his other toys. "And I ain't playing with him. I'm not crossovering over Ben 10 with Transformers."

"Hey Merc, wake me whenever this snooze fest is over. I'm gonna take a nap." Emerald whispers to Mercury.

"No promises."

"Well why not?"

"Because they don't take place in the universe."

"Well maybe ghost freak can use is ghostfreak can use his powers to end up in the Transformers Universe with Optuis prines." Jaune had clearly said the worst thing possible because Zwei's face went red and he started screaming at him.

"IT'S OPTIMUS PRIME AND GHOSTFREAK POWERS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT! GET OUT! GET OUT OFF MY ROOM!" Jaune hopped up and speed walk out Zwei's room into Ruby, looking a bit assumed.

"Didn't go well? Ah wait don't tell me… you say Optimus Prime name wrong."

Jaune glares at his girlfriend as she laughs at him.

"You knew that was gonna happen."

Ruby stops laughing to give Jaune a smirk.

"I didn't. But it was still funny."

"Well… that went as well as I expected." Jaune stated.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #rwby lancaster #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #team rwby #team alpn #team cmen #rwby salem #headmaster ozpin #rwby opzin #fanaus zwei #fanaus zwei au #team cvfy #fiona thyme #whitely schnee #rwby qrow branwen #rwby winter schnee #look into the multiverse

[isabellitah]

🤍 HARGREEVES x SIBLING

Title : ...well then

Pairing : none but this focuses on your relationship with Ben 🤍

Warning : curse words and verbally abusive Reginald

they’re all young here- like, around the age wherein they stopped that bank robbery

no one knows why but their father suddenly started berating all of them for anything and everything under the sun

“Number One, how incompentent must you be to be unable to lead the Umbrella Academy?!”

“Number Two, are knives all you know- can you not speak properly?!”

“Number Three, your power is extraordinary yet incredibly useless as it seems you don’t know when to use them!”

“Number Four, stop being a coward and use your power for what it was meant to be!”

“Number Five, you are not ready to jump to the future. You do not understand the depth of time travelling!”

“Number Eight, if you can’t make something as simple as a water tornado on the pond, how do you expect to be good enough to stand with the others?!”

The worst one off was Ben...

“Number Six, stop looking down! Look straight ahead, have I instilled no manners in you?!”

“Use your powers, Number Six!”

“Stop being afraid of your powers. That fear is all in your head!”

“Don’t be so pathetic!”

And the insults went on and on and on. Every single one of the siblings (minus Vanya who was practicing the violin in her room) wanted to stand up for their brother but was too scared of their father.

They can all see Number Si- no, Ben retreating deeper and deeper into his insecurities and fears the more Reginald listed them out for the entire yard to hear.

Let’s make something clear here, no one’s seen Number Eight mad. Sure she threw a tantrum here and there but those were minor and easily fixed with candy. But the moment Reginald opened his mouth, “Were your siblings in danger and you’re their last hope, they’re as good as dead, Number Six!” and Ben’s whimper and choked sob echoed throughout the silent yard, Eightie spoke up, “Can I say a bad word?”

The sibling closest to her, Ben, was thrown off to say the least. Rubbing his slightly teary eyes with the back of his hand he asked, “I- uh... what?” His eyes darted between his youngest sister and their father. ‘What is she up to?’

“cAn I SAY A BAD WORD?!” your sudden increase in volume startled everyone including Reginald, who immediately regained his composure, but too late, Five saw him. Startled, Ben replied, “uhmm... oka-”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!”

Although they were all born at the exact same time, Number Eight was sheltered compared to the rest of the siblings for the sole reason that her siblings did their best to protect her from their father’s wrath. What they never considered was protecting their father from their sister’s wrath.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth until a grin formed as he watched you torpedo pond water towards your father right at his abdomen. Said father was yelling something but couldn’t be heard as your torpedo blasted him some houses away until you all heard a distinct plop! and splash! carry out.

Luther was torn between helping their father and berating you.

Diego was smiling like a loon.

Allison looked shocked yet you can see the amusement in her eyes.

Five was smiling happily.

And Ben was hugging you while you were shocked because you have never ever before made something so big and powerful. And to think, your first successful water torpedo was tested on your father himself! Ha!

Klaus found himself very happy to be sober- at least he got to remember the day Reginald Hargreeves got dunked into a pool by a girl nearly half his size. Ah yes, if being sober was rewarded this handsomely, he’d be fine with being sober.

“... Well then.”

Everyone’s faces dropped. They forgot Pogo was there with them. Pogo seeing their tensed forms, shook his head and started the journey inside. Without looking back, he called for them, “I’d hurry inside before he comes back. Master Hargreeves probably won’t show himself for the remainder of the day. However, be prepared for harder training tomorrow. Especially you, Number Eight. Now that he knows what you’re capable of, he will exploit it.” and with that said, Pogo shut the door behind him.

All was silent until, “Best day ever. Thank you for that, Eightie. Never knew you were a spitfire.”

Confused on if you should take that as a compliment or insult, you turn to look at Klaus while still in Ben’s arms, “uhh, thank you?” You flashed him a smile that reminded him of sunshine and the feeling of being high- light.

You were in Ben’s room on his bed just cuddling into his side as he read a book. You were content just being glued to his side and hearing his calm heartbeat in the silence of the room.

“Thank you... for standing up for me,”

“You would’ve done it for me.”

Placing his book down, his thumb in between the pages to mark where he last stopped reading, he turned his head to you, “How are you so sure, Tee?”

“Because I trust you,”

Ben was shocked to say the least. You had that much trust in him? He knew you loved all your siblings. You say so everyday. They, including him, love you too. But to think you trust him that much?

Noticing his silence you continued, “and because we love one another. But if ever none of you are there to defend or protect me, that’s okay too. I’ll protect all of us to the best of my abilities. Y’know why, Ben?”

“...why, Tee?”

“Because we’re family.”

One of Ben’s worst insecurities popped up, “But... we’re not.”

You tilted your face upwards to look at him, confused, “What do you mean?” He looked away with a sad look in his eyes, “We’re not family... we’re all adopted by a billionaire because our mothers were bribed with money.”

You frowned for a while before looking back towards his door, gaining your initial position, “Family by bond is stronger than that of blood, Ben... And I don’t care what anyone says. You’re my family and I love you, okay? I’ll always be here for you, even when I’m not around, okay?”

Ben smiled softly at the ceiling of his room, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. Tears of happiness. Of relief. To hear it being said out loud and by someone else brought him such relief and it made him feel light. Like the weight of the world left him.

“Yeah, okay... I love you too, Eightie.”

You looked at him with an amused smirk, one all of your siblings seem to have, “I know.” and quickly looked at a random part of his room.

Ben smirked, placed his book on top of his bedside drawer, placed an arm behind his head, and stroked a hand through your hair.

And just like that, Ben’s insecurities slowly eased with your words and actions. While you, well you just discovered the strength of your power. And you’re currently having a nice nap.

Outside Ben’s door was Allison listening in with a smile, Diego with a disgusted look, and Luther with a contemplating look. Five was leaning against the wall looking at the three while Vanya was, again, with mom. And Klaus was... somewhere.

“Awww that was so-”

“D-disgusting.”

“Oh shut up, Diego-”

“N-no you sh-shut up-p, Nu-number O-”

“Don’t you dare call me Number One!”

“Wha-whatchu g-gonna do a-about it, huh?

“We-”

“Nu-number One. Number-er O-one. Numbe-”

“Shu-”

“Will you two quit it?! If Tee wakes up because of your incessant banter, I will drop you both in the middle of nowhere.”

Although intimidated, both brothers snorted at Five, “C-can you e-even carry Luther-er?”

“Yeah- hey!”

“What? I-it’s true.”

“Well-”

And just like that, Five jumped with the two leaving Allison outside Ben’s door, bewildered.

“Hey!”

“F-Five! Y-you can’t j-just leave us h-here!”

With a sarcastic smile, “watch me.” he left his two eldest brothers on the sidewalk a few houses away from their own.

Sighing, they both started the journey to their house. They should’ve known he’d go through with his threat- this wasn’t the first time he’s done this.

“Wait a minute,”

“W-what?”

“What’s incessant?”

“I don’t know?”

“Five mentioned our bantering was incessant, what does that mean?”

“In-interesting?”

“Hmm... Nah, doesn’t sound right.”

And so, on the way home, both brothers filled the silence between them by trying to guess the meaning of the word incessant.

Hearing a semi-soft argument happening near you caused you to wake up a tad disorientated. However, you didn’t move from your position as you were quite comfortable cuddling with Ben while his hand stroked your hair. Listening into the conversation, you deduced that Klaus was in the room wanting to join in the cuddling.

“Klaus, no.”

“But, Benny!”

“No 🤍”

“Oh come on-”

“No, Klaus, you cannot sleep on my b-”

“It’s fine, Be-”

“YAY” without hearing you finish your sentence, Klaus hopped onto the space behind you, right by the wall- squishing you between Ben and himself. He immediately turned to his side, wrapped his arms around your waist and shoved his face to the back of your neck.

“Oof” you were shocked by the speed of his actions but giggled nonetheless.

Ben, on the other hand, was no impressed, “Why, Eightie.” He asked exasperated.

“You love me, Benny.”

“In your dreams.”

“Oh believe me, you do not want to be in my dreams.”

“Nasty, Klausy.”

“Ew, dude. That’s- ugh- tmi”

“You suggeste-”

Not wanting to hear an argument between them, you cut Klaus’ sentence off, “Night Klausy. Night Ben,”

“Night Eightie,”

“Night Tee.”

“Love you guys,” with that mumbled, you felt yourself drift off to sleep with a smile. But not before hearing them mumble it back to you.

You didn’t see it, but just hearing you tell them that you love them brought a sincere smile to their faces, and a light warm feeling to their hearts.

Plop

Plop

Plop

Reginald Hargreeves was not having a good day.

First, Number Seven’s powers continued to become stronger even while in isolation and this proved to be troublesome. Then the rest of the little brats didn’t show competency during today’s training. And now- now he was soaking wet walking towards his own house. People were looking at him- the eccentric billionaire walking home soaking wet- how humiliating.

Ah yes, Reginald Hargreeves was definitely not having a good day at all.

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x reader

[gobydana]

What Once Was

 You knew with your life, it was bound to happen, but somehow a small part of you that was the young person in love couldn’t believe. At the other end of your gun stood Robin. But you knew that man the mask hid. You knew that body that you had made love to many times to that summer after high school. That face expression that most would see as stone, you saw the hurt even with the mask. For once upon a time Damian was your everything, back before life caught up to. 

“Y/N” Damian said, he voice letting the hurt seep through as only you and him were in the office to hear.

“Please leave.” You said, but the normal power behind the voice that scared many was gone. For a second you weren’t the leader of Gotham’s feared mob, but rather 18 again afraid to be hurt. 

“I cannot” He said while reaching for the Glock in your hand. He slow movements giving you enough time to pistol whip him. Knowing it couldn’t hurt him as much physically as you were currently doing emotionally to him. 

You took his moment of surprise to grab the bag and run. You had a mission you had to finish. And part of you knew if you stayed, it would get worse. For he was the one person who could pull you from the fire you life became. 

A few of your guys ran past you towards Robin as you got out of the office. You screamed get him loud enough for Robin to hear. They weren’t as good as he was, but they could slow him down. Part of you knew though you need him to lose any trust in you. To never let his guard down again. To fully believe the girl he once loved was gone. 

The rest of the night went smoothly on your end. Your top guards and you escarped with the money and the dealer’s got their arms shipment. The ones who were taken by the bats didn’t know enough to cause problems. You knew though this had set off alarms and you were finally on the bats radar. It was the youngest birds watch that you were truly more concern with. 

It only took a matter of weeks before it happened. You were in the shit hole you claimed as home in the Narrows. The beat up couch your currently napping spot when you heard knocking on the door. No one came here, only a few knew you lived here. you grabbed the gun from your side table and went towards the door. 

Standing on the other side was Damian. A black hoodie pulled up to hide his face. You dropped one hand from the gun and opened the door, making sure to let him see it was there. You didn’t know on what business he came on. Once upon a time you could tell what he would do, but now you both were nothing but strangers. 

“Why are you here?” You hissed out, using your most stone cold voice possible. Trying to hide the rapid heart beat and nervousness you felt. 

“To talk” He echoed back in similar tone voice.

“As Robin to get answers or as Damian.” You said. Thoughts of you two playing chess in the manor where you both were gridlock crossed your mind. It would take hours then to finish a game, how long now would it take?

“As someone who never receive a explanation that was promise 6 years ago.”

The few feelings that somehow survived years in the mob broke upon that answer. You never could give him those answers years ago. Leaving him waiting at the park for someone who never planned to show, too much of a chicken. 

You directed him towards the small kitchen while you put the gun on the counter for him to see. Proof if he could see the gun, you wouldn’t use it. You grabbed a bottle and dusted off two glasses, offering him one. He took it, though you knew it was more to be polite. You though, had every intention of drinking a glass or two to give you strength. 24 or 18, you still were too scared to face him. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Following the family business.”

“I thought you said the family business was in shipping, or that’s what I was told back then.” He sneered. 

“I am sure since the warehouse and now you know better.’ You said, gesturing for him to continue. You could hide your tracks for years, but your family name was known around the streets. 

“I know the last name you used during school was fake. Your father got you in because he sold drugs to some higher ups who had pull in Gotham. I know that they are involved in drugs and arms dealing in Gotham and have been for years. Your parents died a little over a year ago and your brother and you came back to Gotham to take their place as head of the mob. Before that you and him ran an a second operation out of Bludhaven. One Nightwing followed for years but could never track who was running it. I know you have a list of charges and I should put you in jail.” He finally said. 

“Then what is stopping you now.” You asked. 

“A chance for you to explain yourself. Tell me the truth, if anything you ever told me was the truth.” He bit back. 

You took a swing of the drink while looking at him. Truly looking at him for the first time. He had more muscles and was taller, but those eyes you use to make smile were haunted. No doubt your doing. The two of you stayed there just looking. Him no doubt taking you in. Seeing the bullet holes and scares that proved the work you did over the years. The innocent glow gone, replaced by a harsh heart that hadn’t known happiness in years. 

Finally after what felt like a lifetime, you spoke. 

“I asked to go to Gotham  Academy back` then. I knew college was never an option I would get, so I took a chance for some education. My name was changed for my safety. Those four years and summer afterwards was my one shot at living a normal life, so I took it, You never met my parents, but they never knew about you. I was scared, scared they would use that against me. I was only family to them if I choose to join the family business. Those nights I stayed at the manor, I did because I didn’t want to go home to crime.” 

You paused and took a deep breath while going to sit on the paint chipped stool. Minus your brother, no one knew the whole truth. Your parents never knew about Damian and you never told the truth about home life. 

“I was normal. At home I was helping launder money and deal with people coming to collect. With you, I was a high schooler doing homework and worrying about what was happening next weekend. Not if my parents get caught or killed. They found out though I was seeing someone towards the end of summer. They wanted to kill you, afraid you might know too much. My brother thought talked them down. Explained you were some street kid and didn’t know the truth. He was the one to suggest the off shoot in other city. We brought the Mob money in so my parents didn’t care. He use to fight with them when he thought I wasn’t around. He wanted me out of the business before I got in too deep and couldn’t leave. 

“And now he runs it with you.” He said shortly. 

“There’s not a day he doesn’t cruse my parents for what they did to us. Even if I walked away then, a target was painted on my back. Now, now I have too much blood on my hands it is stained for good. I am in too deep to ever leave. Only by death will I escape.” 

“You don’t know that’s true.” Damian said while standing up towards you. You flinched, afraid once in his arms it would be done. 

“I know Damian. I’ve killed in cold blood. The bats and police aren’t the only ones after me. Name a rivalry gang and they probably will pay you to take me out. I am beyond saving.” You said with a sadness that could be heard. A fate you never until now said out loud. 

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” He asked. 

You looked into those emerald eyes that once held so much loved and realized in the first time since that last summer together, you could still cry. 

“Because Damian, as scared as I was for what my future held, I cared too much about you. I couldn’t let anyone hurt you because they knew my family.” You said with silent tears coming down you face. “Dami” you said, a name you hadn’t said in ages. “I loved you, that was never a lie. I could live with myself doing a lot of things, but I could never live with you being hurt because of me. 

He went to hold you, but again you moved. 

“You need to leave, someone is coming and I don’t want you hurt. Please go.” You said as you walked to the door. You turned around to face him once more. “I will make you this promise, your secret is safe with me I won’t tell the gang. But know if we do met again, I cannot promise not to fight you.” 

With that he nodded, not as an agreement but to acknowledge what you said. He then turned to leave. As he walked down the stars you felt your heart break. Being shot or stabbed never hurt as bad as what you felt. But as before, you never had time to heal as your phone lit up, reminding you of your duties tonight. Reminding you why the man you loved and still love deserved a lot better than you. Gotham’s underworld was calling and you needed to respond. 

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #reader insert #DC COMCIS #batman #older damian #older damian wayne #angst #is anyone shocked i wrote angst #of course not

[fuckingthefictional]

Shelby’s stick together

A/N: requested by @shady80smusicsingercolor hope you enjoy, sorry it took so long- I’ve been super busy was college work! Xx

Masterlist

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Sister! OC

Warnings: swearing, racist slur used in historical context, super fuckin long.

Olivia Shelby and Linda Shelby did not get on. Plain and simple.

They didn’t get on one bit.

Liv maintained that Linda had barged her way into the family and had forcibly changed Arthur into someone he quite simply was not.

Linda however maintained that Liv was just being bratty and selfish and that she was hogging her brothers all to herself and never wanted them to be happy.

Which was wildly untrue. After all Esme was Liv’s other sister in law and Olivia got on like a house on fire with her.

When they had first met they had only slightly clashed, it wasn’t a big deal.

Arthur strolled up the blackened streets of Small Heath, Linda grasped onto his arm out of what must’ve been fear or anxiety.

To Arthur however he owned the space, people feared him and this place was his home.

He had no issue with the workers or the fire fuelled factories, or the children running barefoot in the streets together- it was as normal as could be, even the whores that littered the corners didn’t cause him to bat an eye.

This was Small Heath. His safe haven.

Linda however was tense on his arm, her eyes shooting around frantically.

It was clear she was afraid of meeting the one and only Olivia Shelby.

Everyone else had been civil to Linda (for Arthur’s sake) but Olivia was another story.

Polly claimed that Olivia had the Gypsy blessing of judgement.

Or being able to tell what a person was truly like- or what their true thoughts were at first glance.

Making Olivia unpredictable in her reactions.

And that was where they first disagreed, The Shelby’s called this power a ‘gift’ or a ‘blessing’, Linda called it Witchcraft and blasphemy in the highest.

Unfortunately it didn’t take long for Arthur to locate where his youngest sibling was (thanks to Jeremiah)

She was down by the cut with Isaiah (which was unsurprising considering the two of them flirted back and forth continuously)

It wasn’t long before the eldest Shelby heard the giggles of Olivia, and the chattering of Isaiah.

“Now what are you two doing out here alone?” Arthur boomed teasingly, purposefully trying to frighten the teens.

“Shit!” Olivia jumped, tumbling backwards and landing with a splash in the river, “Arthur you fucker!”

Linda flinched at the language being used as the other boys laughed heartily and dragged Liv out of the murky depths.

“Liv, this is Linda.” Arthur gestured to the woman stood awkwardly on the bank, “My fiancé.”

Olivia took the woman in, she didn’t like the judgement that lay in her eyes. The slight frown that she tried to keep hidden suggested that she had negative ideas of Olivia already.

Liv was clear on one thing- she didn’t trust Linda one bit.

It was frustrating to Liv. She had always been feisty (courtesy of the Shelby genes and the Gypsy blood running through her veins) but when this ‘good Christian woman’ was around she couldn’t help but make snarky comments.

But that didn’t mean Linda couldn’t hit back with harsher, nastier comments.

The needle that broke the horses back occurred the day before- resulting in Olivia to purchase a train ticket to London to stay with Ada for a while.

She was desperate to get away. The comments coming from her sister in law were enough to beat her down day after day. Liv was certain that Tommy had noticed a difference in her, after all she was closest with him.

All Olivia did yesterday was glare slightly at her sister in law, and in return got a mouthful of insults from the devil blonde.

It hurt, it was embarrassing, and even worse it had hit a sore spot in her heart.

Because Linda had mentioned the Shelby’s mother- more specifically how Olivia was the cause of her own mothers death. How it was all her fault.

That one hit close to home.

And now here Liv was, sat on a train that was heading to London. A train that her family (minus Ada) had no idea she was on.

//

Tommy was stood at his sisters bedroom door, his fist pounded insistently at the slab of wood.

Every knock that he made were all answered by silence. It made him feel anxious- Liv always answered the door to him. Always.

“Liv?” He presses his ear against the door, “Liv let me in please?”

Tommy twisted the knob again, but the cool metal was still locked against the latch.

If there was one thing that Tommy prided himself on, it was being patient with his youngest sister.

Sure, he was protective of Ada and they got on- but they had never seen eye to eye on most things.

Olivia, however was Tommy’s soft spot. Ever since she was tiny, she’d been able to melt his heart. He’d learnt to be patient for Liv, and he’d continued to do so.

But considering Tommy had been knocking for a good 15 minutes to no response, his worry began to erode at his patience.

Weighing his options, Tommy quickly decided on attacking the door one last time...with a strong kick.

The door cracked and flew off the hinges, leaving splinters littered across the floor.

Only one thing was apparent to Tommy however, the room was empty.

The wardrobe was cleaned out and Liv’s one and only stuffed animal which she slept with was nowhere to be seen.

Tommy’s heart was thumping out of his chest painfully. Olivia wouldn’t just...leave.

Unless she felt as if she was a intruder in her own family or was being pushed away.

He felt his feet thump on the floor, a sign that Tommy was in fact walking away from the room. Moments later he found himself in the betting den.

Esme, Linda and Lizzie were sat at their desks chatting away- as John, Arthur and Polly were crowded around one of the many finance books out of Tommy’s office.

Nobody had seemingly noticed his presence- until he spoke loudly.

“Would anyone care to tell me why the fuck Olivia’s room’s fuckin’ empty and her shit‘s gone.”

Everyone’s head turned sharply at this. Esme, John, Arthur and Polly paced forward- clamouring in confusion and fear.

The only person who was sat still and unbothered was the small figured blonde who perched on her chair, a smug expression painting her lips.

//

Kings cross station was always busy- it didn’t matter what time you arrived. It was always crowded.

So it was a blessing in disguise that Olivia Shelby was short in stature and could slip through small gaps in the crowds.

Liv didn’t have a plan if she was being honest. She had enough money for a taxi- maybe a hotel room if Ada wasn’t home.

With these new thoughts in her mind, Liv picked up her pace and rushed to the street outside.

It may have been just past 11 o’clock in the morning, when the taxi dropped her off at the street corner where Ada’s home was located.

Olivia, tired and mentally drained, ambled to the front door. She rung the doorbell, waiting as she heard the excited screeches coming from Karl on the other side.

Seconds later, Ada’s face appeared as the door swung open- immediately Liv embraced her older sister, trying to find some comfort.

She was upset and just wanted some peace and time away from the hurtful comments.

When evening fell and the sun crept beyond the horizon, Olivia was awoken from her slumber by the sound of the front door being opened and heavy, rushed footfalls running up the stairs.

Liv could feel her heart rate spike in fear, as she hid under the covers like a young child.

“Livvy?”

It was Tommy, immediately she came out from the linen sheets, and stared at her brother who came forward and embraced her in a tight hug.

“Thank God you’re okay,” he mumbled into her shoulder, “I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“I’m okay.” Liv whispered back, although it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as she spoke.

Tommy broke the embrace, as he cupped her face in his hands- searching her eyes for truth.

The moment she looked into her older brothers calculating gaze, Liv just found herself breaking down into floods of tears.

The older man perched on his little sisters temporary bed, scooping her up like she weighed nothing and cradling her in his lap- like he did when Liv was little.

Tommy continued to rock his sister comfortingly, it pained him to see someone he loved so much this upset.

Finally the question arose, “Livvy, What’s got you in such a state?” He asked unsure of the response he’d get.

Olivia took a deep, shuddering breath before responding, “Linda, we’ve been arguing for a few months now. I don’t trust her and she doesn’t respect me. I hit her with snarky comments and she hits me back with ones that hurt twice as much.”

Tommy nodded along, it was obvious the two girls didn’t get on. But Olivia just grit her teeth and bared it for Arthur’s sake.

“And for months she’s been saying this horrible stuff, ‘you’re ugly’, ‘you have witches teeth’, ‘freckles make you look like you’re permanently ill’, ‘it’s not surprising that the only boy who’s attracted to you is a negro’, and then yesterday she told me it was my fault that Mother died- that I killed her.” Olivia cried, tears breaking again, “And I hate myself Tommy, I’m unlovable- it should have been me that died not Mum.”

“No.” Tommy said firmly, “Don’t you ever say that- never say it again. You are my little sister, my little gypsy princess.” He stared at his young sister, “You are kind, brave, smart, loving and beautiful an’ Isaiah is lucky to have someone like you to love.”

At this point Olivia had tucked herself into the crook of his neck, almost as if she was hiding from the truthfulness in his words.

“An’ most importantly, you were not the cause of our Mothers death. You and Finn had no part to play- she was sick Liv, if she hadn’t of died when you were born then she would’ve died a day later.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you Tom.” Liv said in a apologetic tone, “And making you drive to London in a panic.”

“I’d do anything for you Livvy, you know that,” Tommy replied, hugging her tighter and kissing her forehead, “You’re a Shelby- and if that’s not enough for Linda then she can kiss goodbye to our family and Y’know why?”

Olivia smiled, “Because us Shelby’s stick together.”

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