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The vision of the future - Neville Longbotton x reader

Summary: the day before you go with your brother and his friends in search of the horcruxes you leave The Burrow to fulfill your promise. All for love, right?

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Notes - this was written in an outbreak of inspiration. I think I used the word 'you' a lot, but okay. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. If you have seen any errors please let me know. Many terms change when it comes to translating. Please don't steal my work. She may not be amazing, but she's mine.

GIF IS NOT MINE

Harry wasn't just freaking out. He was going crazy.

It was the day before Fleur and Bill's wedding and his 17th birthday with his twin sister, S/N Potter. For him it was a normal day at The Burrow. He woke up to the sound of Ron snoring and Mrs. Weasley who was already begun preparations to welcome the Delacur family.

Following his routine of every summer vacation he spent with the Weasley family he got up, woke Up Rony, who, as always, just grumbled and went back to sleep, went to the bathroom, began brushing his teeth and soon after heard Molly waking Ron up with her special way of mother. After he went down to meet with the rest of the family, Hermione and mainly his sister to define the last details of his search the horcruxes.

But when he reached the end of the stairs and realized that everyone was quiet something had happened. There was never a moment of silence in the Weasley house. Even with the start of the war, the conversation never stopped at the house. Taking a closer look at the table he realized his sister wasn't there.

-Where's s/n? - Your sister always woke up earlier than he did. Something had happened. Harry felt his hands begin to shake as he squeezed the railing of the lair more.

Everyone at the table looked in between and then directed their gaze at the matriarch. Harry raised his face and found Molly wide-eyed looking at the older twin as a child catches stealing candy.

-Harry, she's fine, she's just-

-Mrs. Weasley, where did she go?

-Harry, I, I can't tell you. - The older woman held on to the edge of the table like a lifeline, afraid she had made a bad decision.

-BUT, but where did she go???- Harry needed to control himself. He didn't want to yell at Mrs. Weasley, the woman who was practically a mother to him.

She kept quiet. The boy looked at Hermione. 'She always has the answers,' he thought, 'she can tell me that.'

-Hermione? - the girl was startled when her name was said. Harry's voice had thickened substantially in seconds because of nervousness and concern.

-I don't know, Harry. I swear! When Ginny and I woke up, she wasn't in her room. Her bed was fixed and all things are still there. - Hermione was afraid that her friend wouldn't believe her, but it was the truth. When she woke up and didn't see the younger Potter her heart went off. And when she went down the stairs and saw Mrs. Weasley preparing breakfast with more nervousness than anything she knew S/N had done something stupid.

Ginny shook his head confirming everything the older girl was talking about. She knew she couldn't open her mouth to talk. She was so nervous about the boy in front of her that she felt like when she was 11 and liked the Elect.

-Harry, I'm so sorry. I can't tell you where she went. But she's coming back! It's okay, she promised to come back before 9:00 p.m! - Mrs. Weasley says walking slowly towards Harry. - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let her go, but I promise she didn't do anything wrong! She's safe. -

Harry was paralyzed. Where would your sister have gone? She couldn't leave like that! Not to mention where she would go and most of all, abandoning him.

-Why is Harry already yelling? and what's happening to you?- Ron says down the stairs.

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You knew it was a stupid idea. you knew when you came back, you wouldn't have to face just your brother's anger. But of the whole Weasley family, hermione and all the aurochs who would arrive the next day. Especially Remus's anger.

But you had to. You had promised him that you would. And even if there was no promise you needed to see him before you went out to kill an old man with no nose.

It was 8 a.m. By that time Harry would have woken up and freaked out. But you'd face the consequences later.

Neville and his grandmother spent most of their time in a small house in London to be more close to Frank and Alice. But with the return of the death eaters Augusta she chose to live in his son's and daughter-in-law old house. The gate key sent you near a cliff. The sea breeze while calming you made you more nervous, bringing back memories of not long ago, when you, your brother and Dumbledore went after one of Tom Riddle's horcruxes.

Shaking the gloomy memory you went towards the house. The whole house and surroundings reminded Nev. The variety of plants calmed his heart. It didn't even seem like that moment could be the last with him.

Upon reaching the end of the hill you saw the boy sitting on the thoughtful porch. He was startled by the sudden movement and he stood up sharply with the wand in his hand, until he realized it was you. Cautiously you approached each other.

-Hi, I, um, what did I say to you after Professor Dumbledore's funeral?- he says remembering that it could be a death eater that had taken a polyjuice potion.

-I don't want to lose you like I lost my parents- - - Neville relaxed the wand and ran to meet you hugging you. Automatically with the contact you relaxed. At that moment it didn't matter at all. That was his safe place, the only place that mattered.

By walking away and giving a better look at your beloved you realized how much the boy had lost weight. His eyes was snare bottoms, probably to spend days without sleep. His hair was large, almost reaching the tip of his nose.

- Hi my love -- - he says sniffing

-Hey, baby. How are you doing? Are you asleep? I can see that. How's your grandma? Is it all right? - you started talking by bombarded the boy while you were holding his face. It didn't feel real.

- I'm fine, my love, even better at seeing you. Grandma's fine, she went to a muggle friend's house a few feet away, soon she'll be back. Let's go inside, shall we?-

As you headed to the cabin he held your hand with tremendous force, without taking the look off your face.

As soon as you came in and closed the door, he kissed you. It was a mixture of despair, love and worry in one kiss. You held on to suchstrength and only parted ways when the need for air presented itself. Touching your faces you couldn't let go.

-Happy birthday Nev . - You managed to let go while still trying to recover from the kiss.

-Thank you my love, let's sit down?- he says as he tries to control the slight flushing on his face.

As you headed into the living room you couldn't help but watch the house. Filled with brown and green tones, everything referred to you for safety, peace. Same peace the Weasleys brought with their red colors. But you knew that feeling in the Longbottons' house was much deeper, something you couldn't even describe for your best friend. It was probably something related to love that you could only understand a few good years later.

As you sat down it looked like you were connected by a permanent spell, nothing could separate you at that moment. Not you-know-who, not even your own brother. Nobody.

You couldn't stop looking at each other. Your hand went against his jaw as your thumb made slight movements on his face. He nestled even more in his hand.

- My beautiful boy. - the word boy itself seemed ridiculous, because no seem like Neville had just turned 17, he seemed like a man already, but you still had the right to enjoy the last hours of your youth before going after something that there would be no turning back.

The war was taking away everyone's lovely and beautiful innocence, your brother was one of them. After Dumbledore's death, everyone changed their features and their hearts.

-My beautiful girl.- He says giving a heavy sigh - how is your brother? What about the Weasleys? Is everyone all right?-

- yes, everybody's fine, just nervous about the wedding tomorrow... probably be more nervous now knowing that I'm not there.-

-Y\N, didn't you tell them where you were going? - despair took over his body as he left his relaxed posture to tense on the couch.

- I, well Nev...

-DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM? GOD YOUR BROTHER WILL KILL ME AND-

- Nev, honey, it's okay. - You say making calming movements on the boy's back-- - I didn't warn Harry because I knew he would react as you just reacted. I just told Molly and she promised not to tell anyone anything. When I get back, I'll explain it to them, it's all right.-

It wasn't all right, you knew. Calming your brother's anger wouldn't be easy, but he'd understand. But with a little convincing he'd understand. He'd do the same if it was Ginny away from him.

With his speech the boy relaxed a little, but still tense knowing what you would have to face when you returned home.

You approached him sticking his face around his neck giving slight kisses trying to calm him down. -Come on, baby, let's enjoy your day together, shall we? Tell me, what do you want to do?-

He took a deep breath, took your warmth out of your neck and said. -I just want you, just you.- And he kissed you, climbing on top of you.

This kiss was much calmer, but still full of passion and love. His hands held your face as your hand lightly pulled the long, thick strands of his hair.

There in his embrace you got lost, stopping only when you heard the back door open and Neville's grandmother calling him. The boy suddenly jumped off you falling off the couch as you sat down and tried to fix your clothes and your hair. Getting up you helped the boy get up while he put up his own clothes trying todisguise the evidence of what you were doing.

-Neville, are you there? Has Y\N arrived yet? -

- Yes, Grandma, we're here, we're going there, wait,- the boy says nervously entering the kitchen with you on his tail.

-Hello Mrs. Longbotton, how are you?- you day heading towards her taking the bags out of her hand to hug her.

You met Mrs. Longbotton two summers ago. You and Neville have always been close at hogwarts. The proximity bringing a great romance. Harry knew we had a relationship at school but he thinks I broke up with him like he did with ginny.

I tried to finish with the intention of protecting him, but when I ended up trying to push him away he made me promise that before I disappear I would spend the day one last time with him. And here I am.

Meanwhile you kept talking to Neville's grandmother while you helped her make lunch.

You ate together talking about anything that wasn't related to you-know-who. Soon after she walked away saying she was going to read a little in the greenhouse, but you could hear her brief whisper talking about 'leaving you young people alone'.

Laughing you started cleaning the kitchen quickly and then went to Neville's room. You came in and Nev closed the door. Not in a moment since you arrived has he let go of your hand. You looked at each other with a brief smile, took off your shoes and lay on the bed. Neville snugged into your chest as you shoved your nose into his hair, trying to keep your scent on your head.

- When all this is over we're going to get married- - He says in an already sleepy voice. Your presence acting like a sleep aid after days of not being able to sleep.

-Is that really, love?-

-Yes, and I will never leave you again my love. -

- That's good, because I don't want to get away from you ever again.-

Less than a minute later you are asleep, bathed in tiredness and the comfort of each other's presence, without any dream.

When you wake up the sun is already setting, slowly raising your arm you look at your watch that it is almost time to return.

You wake Neville up by making light affections on his face, enjoying his relaxed face. He mumbles slightly, bringing your body closer to him.

- Neville, darling, it's almost time- your voice light as a feather calling him like a mermaid whispering softly.

He mumbles a little more and finally wakes up. You spend a few minutes just looking at each other, enjoying the last moments before the wave of confusion that comes around.

He finally nods and gets up. You two try to stretch the farewell as much as possible, slowly putting on your shoes and putting on your coats, never moving away from each other.

Leaving the room you will find Mrs. Longbotton. She gives you a strong hug and a slightly heavy purse.

- It's potions, honey, you're going to need it.-

-But ma'am-

-It's yours and your brother's. Consider it a birthday present, yes? - she gives a slight laugh and getting it would be all of a sudden. - Stay safe ok? You need to come back and take care of this boy.

You smile trying not to cry.- Thank you. For everything, Mrs. Longbotton. Take care of yourself, please. Don't get in any trouble all right?-

The older woman laughs giving you a slight kiss on the head. - Yes, of course, I'll try- she takes a deep breath and says in your ear.- Kill him. Please. -

She walks away looking into her eyes. You can see the anger and the grudge in her eyes. – I Will. -

You wave at each other, knowing that there was one until soon.

Neville guides you to the balcony of the beautiful house, holding your hand hard as you climb the relief toward the Portkey and the last rays of sunshine.

You haven't spent the day talking, but each other's presence only made you realize you didn't need words for him to understand you. Only each other's contact was sufficient and always will be.

You were still 20 minutes away from going, so you sat down and watched the end of the day.

-I have a gift for you-- he says.

-No, Nev. We promised, no presents this year.

-But it's not a gift, honey, it's just something I'd like you to keep around, yes?

- Is that the galleon of Dumbledore's army?

- yes, but I modified it. Only you and I have this one. We can always see if everything's okay with each other and if... Hm-

- If we're alive.

-Yes, i'm sorry.

-I loved it. Thank you, darling.- He comes closer by putting on being neck and giving you a kiss.

- I have something for you too.

- I knew it. - he says with a slight laugh.

-Hey, It's the same kind of gift you gave me. To protect you .

- Here see, - You say the words and show it to him. - it's the hogwarts map. You'll be able to see everyone who's there. So you can take care of yourself. Harry and I won't be needing it anymore. Use it,- you teach him how to use it.

- Thank you, my love. It's about time. He gets up and gives you his hand to help you do the same. You approach the Portkey and look at each other. The tears are already beginning to blur your vision.

-I love you, i love you.´- You start.

-I love you, i love you.- He repeats. You hug as hard as you can and then you kiss so intensely.

-Take care of yourself, please. It won't be easy there, but the map will help you, -to this point the tears are already running down your face.

-You too, please. Control your brother, don't let him have stupid ideas yes? - you have a slight laugh. - Now go, - he says giving one last kiss as you walk away and put your hand in the old sock there.

- See you soon, my love. - he says trying to hide his bare voice, hugging the piece of parchment.

-See you soon. It's going to be all right. - And as soon as you finished the sentence you were pulled falling and another hill much darker with your heart in pain.

Many miles away Neville did the same as he tried to return home and sent a message to you on the coin. 'I love you'.

You feel the coin warm and see the message, replying to the message with a 'I love you too ́.

You take a deep breath getting up trying to calm down, as you're going to have to face a hurricane at The Burrow named Harry and the whole Weasley family. But above all, the feeling of hope that everything will work out is present with you. Neville's visit brought this to you. Everything would work out. That was the only certainty you had, because if it didn't work out you didn't know what you were going to do.

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Atsumu, Osamu

Pairings: Atsumu X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)

genre: DOMESTIC SLEEPY FLUFFINEss

Author’s Note: you guys are in for a treat~

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Atsumu:

The usually bustling city life calmed down to a light doze

Sounds of usual heavy traffic were reduced to the faint zooming sounds of a few cars as they zipped by through the empty, bright streets

Though none of this brightens reached the two of you

Your shared apartment was high enough above the city where none of the lights at night somehow reached the two of you ever

The bedroom was immersed in complete darkness, nothing could be seen no matter how adjusted one’s eyes were to the dark

Deep breaths came from atsumu as he laid on his back, his legs somewhat spread under the covers, a hand resting on his stomach, the other outstretched as you laid curled up, faced away from him in your own little ball

His mind slowly stirred, his subconscious waking at the absent feeling of your presence beside him

His deep breaths shortened down as his fingers twitched, the tips of them grazing the back of your shirt

He woke more, huffing out an airy groan

“so.. far… away.. yer not supposed to be that far…” his mind pieced this together as he reached for you in the dark, moving closer toward the center of the bed

His hand moved down the side of your body until he found your belly

Despite being half asleep, Atsumu’s mind was still as sharp as it was when it came to volleyball, if not, sharper when it came to you

He hooked his arm around your abdomen, pulling you closer to him while also meeting you halfway

He didn’t feel complete until your back was to his chest, your body was touching his

You stirred in your own sleep feeling this pulling sensation until you woke yourself up the slightest

You turned in atsumu’s hold, his hand now resting on your lower back as you faced his chest, your head tilted back so your breaths tickled his neck

As fast and as soon as the two of you woke to the feel of each other, the two of you were out like a light

And that was all atsumu wanted

To feel you

Domestic:

The heavy weight crushed him slowly as the villain laughed maniacally in his face as he struggled to break free to save the city

Just as the final blow was about to hit Atsumu in the face, his body was jolted awake, relieved to not see any villains trying to destroy his town as he took deep breaths to head back to sleep

Though what he did realize was that the weight was still there

The bright light of the full moon shone through the open curtains Atsumu had neglected to close when he came up to bed, too tired and unbothered to do anything

But now with the light, he could clearly see the weight that made his breathing feel so stuffy

Well, he could see the weights

His four year old son and three year old daughter were fast asleep right on top of him, explaining why the bedroom door was ajar instead of completely shut like he had done coming in

His daughter was mostly the one on top of him while half his son’s body was on top

Though by the looks of what he could see, it seemed like his daughter had pushed her brother off of him

Atsumu chuckled silently to himself seeing the starfish position his daughter was in on top, her arms and legs spread widest to her abilities to hold as much of her dad as she could in her sleep

He pulled his son to his left side, carefully bringing his daughter to his right side so they could all sleep comfortably together

The two of them naturally curled into his sides, the feeling of them as natural as having you by his side

Though you were in a different time zone than they were for work right now

“We can’t wait to see ya,” Atsumu thought to himself as he let the last thing he see for the night be the pale moonlight on the ceiling

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Osamu:

Osamu slept like a log with his jaw hanging slack as an inconsistent rhythm of rain bounced off the roof of the house

The bedroom the two of you slept in was high, the faintest golden-white hue of the streetlights shining in, casting blurry shadows of the rain streaming down the glass

You slept curled into Osamu’s side as he laid straight, his chest and arm being your pillow, warmer and comfier than any pillow

Your gentle, hot breaths warmed his side, his gray hair spread around on his pillow

Light snores could be heard but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to

Even after his showers, no matter how much time he spent at home, how little time he went into the restaurant now as a little vacation, you could still smell the fresh scent of onigiris on him, even in your sleep

You nuzzled yourself closer to him, your hand rubbed over his toned abdomen even after all these years of cooking and making food, Osamu was still in shape

Occasionally even hitting some set by his brother for fun whenever visiting the rowdy blonde

His warmth was like no other and it was just as you loved it- loved him

A sudden, loud boom of thunder shook the ground, making the ground and bed vibrate for the briefest second

You jumped in your sleep, your heart aching for a short bit at the sudden jump from a resting heart rate to a rapid one

Osamu initially woke a little at the sound but was really awake now that you practically jumped against him

“You alright?” His voice was so much deeper from sleep, the words and the sound of his voice airy and raspy as he spoke

“Mmhm,” you let out a deep sigh, laying back down on Osamu. “It just made me jump...” you nuzzled closer to his body

He let out a deep chortle, his hand wrapping around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze as he pressed a kiss, followed by another as he couldn’t resist it

“I got ya,” his voice was so low, with your head laid on him, you could hear hints of the vibrations that rumbled in his chest and throat as he spoke

“Thank ya,” you copied his accent, different from yours

“Hmm,” he laid still for a moment before he turned so now his body laid, crushing on top of you

“‘Samu,” you groaned as you adjusted to his sudden mass lumped on top of you

He took hold of the sides of your head in his hands, pressing sleepy kisses to your face and neck, feeling your face burn hotter and hotter at his sudden affection

“Now I really got ya,” you could hear the smirk on his face

Domestic:

Osamu’s arms draped across your shoulders, the other holding your belly as you sat leaned back into his chest as he leaned against the headboard, a mass of pillows behind him

His thumb rubbed over your shoulder, your head leaned on his bicep, face squished into his muscle

He was just barely slipping in and out of consciousness in hopes you were okay, that the cramps were gone

You woke him not too long ago, the pain in your back and lower belly stung tears into your eyes and that was enough pain for Osamu to see and he didn’t want to see you in pain

His own cheek and head leaned forward to rest on yours, the sweet scent of your hair filling his nose with every still breath he took in

The storm raged on outside ever since the evening and showed no sign of lighting up until tomorrow afternoon according to the news channels

Rain flooded into the storm drains, restless flashes of lightning that filled the sky

Though a little rain and a few rumbles never bothered your sleeping

That is, until a bright flash illuminated the room followed by one of the biggest booms of thunder you had ever heard in your life

Startled by the sudden loudness, you jumped in Osamu’s arms, his eyes widened and hold on your stomach just hovering fearing his touch would somehow worsen any pain you were feeling

“What’s wrong?” His voice was deep, laced with sleep dripping from every word yet his eyes and mind were alert and wide, his attention on you in the dim darkness of the bedroom, a golden aura from a street lamp in the neighborhood barely passing the curtains. “Are you in pain?”

“No, thank you, though, ‘Samu.” You let out a sigh, leaning to rest your head back on his collar, his hand draped across your shoulders giving you a squeeze and rub. “The storm just startled me, that’s all”

Your hand found his hovering over your belly, pressing it down so it rested where it had moments ago

“Hm,” he let out a shot chortle before leaning close, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Let’s sleep,” he whispered, using his foot to bring the blanket closer to the two of you so it rested on your lower halves

“Mmhm,” you hummed, reaching your head back to his bicep where you rested earlier, pressing a kiss to him before drifting back asleep in his hold

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monako-jinn-stories · 3 years

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Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

It Started With a Vacation

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It stormed hard that night. Not even you could ignore the loud crashing of thunder from outside the palace walls. It had shaken you from your sleep, startling you slightly. It reminded you of a time you had woken up to a surprise assault by the Separatists. It was one of your first missions with the 17th, and one of the first in the war. The Separatists had started to shoot their cannon towards where you and your men had been resting. Luckily, no one had been injured, but it definitely became a new nightmare for them.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep again, so you got up and stood in the doorway to your balcony. You watched as lightning streaked across the sky, then waited for the loud BOOM that was sure to follow. You knew the regs all had nightmares, usually fueled by storms, and you wondered if the Batch was the same. You looked over to their balcony across the grounds, wondering if they were alright.

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Hunter woke up in a thick sweat. His heart was pounding and ears ringing. It took him a second to readjust to his surroundings. Dohbar, he thought. He was safe. He was with his brothers. He was far from Kamino and the battlefield. He heard groans coming from Wrecker’s bed, and looked to see him tightly clutching Lula in his arms. Tech was thrashing slightly, mumbling incoherent words in his sleep. Hunter could only imagine what Crosshair might be experiencing in the room next door. He quietly climbed out of bed and began walking over to his brothers when he heard a soft knock on the door. He turned his direction and went to answer it, surprised to see you standing there.

“Y/n,” he said, “what are you doing over here?”

“I wanted to check on you, I know how storms affect my men, and I wanted to make sure you were all okay,” you said quietly as you stood in the doorway. Hunter glanced back into the room before moving to the side to let you enter. He heard your breath catch when you saw Tech.

“Is he…okay?” You questioned, concern lacing your tone.

“We usually wake him up so he doesn’t hurt himself,” Hunter replied. He watched as you nodded and crept over to Tech’s bed.

“Tech,” you said gently, reaching a soft hand out to him. “Tech, it’s okay. You’re okay.” You let your fingers lightly graze his cheek, careful not to startle him.

“I’m here, Tech. You can relax now.” You put more of your hand on his face as his thrashing stopped. The only sign of his distress was his tightly furrowed brows, but even they were slowly coming apart.

“That’s it, Tech. You’re safe. Just breathe.” His eyes slowly opened, and he stared drowsily back at you for a second. You watched as the fear in his eyes slowly faded away.

“Th-thank you,” he stuttered out. You gave him a small smile before turning to Wrecker, who was still groaning while keeping his death grip on his stuffed animal. You left Tech’s side to go comfort his bigger brother.

“Wrecker,” you called gently, knowing that the risk of disturbing his sleep was greater because of his size. Scaring Tech would have likely earned you a punch, which would have hurt, but with Wrecker, only the Maker knew what would happen. You didn’t care though, you just wanted him to be okay.

“Wrecker, I need you to come back to me, okay? I need you to wake up.” You let your fingers trail his hand and arm, hoping the soft touch would be somewhat soothing for him. His grip only tightened on the stuffed animal, so you thought for a second about what you could do.

An idea came to your mind, and you gently placed a finger on either side of his temple. You closed your eyes and pushed warm feelings towards him. You felt the tension in his body slowly drain as he soaked up what you were giving him. His groans turned into mumbles, and then snores. You opened your eyes and held his cheek with your hand, turning him to face you. He opened his own eyes as you did, and he smiled at you.

“Thanks, y/n,” he said quietly.

“Anytime, big guy.” He sat up in bed and looked at his brothers, and you turned to look at them as well.

“Where’s Crosshair?” You asked, looking around the room.

“He stayed in his room again,” Hunter responded.

“His door was open and he wasn’t in there when I checked before coming in here,” you said, slight worry flooding you.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Probably went back to the ship.”

“We should go check,” you offered.

“No, if he wanted us, he would have come to our room. Don’t worry, y/n. He’s fine.” Hunter placed a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, but you couldn’t help but still want to find him. The room fell quiet again as the storm raged on outside, the sound of heavy rain preventing any real silence.

“I…don’t want to go back to sleep,” Tech admitted in the quiet. “I’m frightened, if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah, me too,” Wrecker agreed.

“We have nightmares, and they’re worse in bad weather,” Hunter explained.

“I know what you mean. I’ve seen it with my own men,” you explained. “Here, I have an idea,” you said. “Everyone, stand up and go over there.” You pointed to the far side of the room, and they moved. You reached out a hand and used the force to pull Wrecker’s bed to the middle of the room. You then pulled Hunter’s to rest next to it. After that, you pulled Tech’s to be at the bottom of Wrecker’s, and lastly the spare bed, that had been meant for Crosshair, next to Tech’s. When you finished, you walked over and climbed on, untucking all the sheets so that they were loose across the beds.

“There,” you said when you were finished. You were kneeling on the bed and sat back on your heels, hands on your hips, admiring your handiwork.

“You want us to sleep together?” Hunter questioned, to which you nodded your head yes.

“Don’t act like you never have cuddle piles. That’s the one thing I’m certain ALL clones do.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be wrong,” Tech said while walking over. “And I for one like this idea.” He crawled over and sat by you, waiting for his brothers to join.

“Kriff yeah! Cuddle pile!” Wrecker said while running and jumping onto the beds, making you laugh. Hunter just let a smile creep onto his lips before he walked over and joined you.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep just yet,” Wrecker spoke as he got comfortable, pulling one of the blankets onto himself.

“Do you just want to talk for a little bit then?” He nodded, laying down across the top of the beds. He patted his stomach and you laid your head down on him, enjoying the warmth. Tech moved up and laid next to you while grabbing a blanket before Hunter did the same on your other side. They both cuddled up to you, burying their faces on either side of your neck. Only in that moment did you realize how scared and in need of comforting they really were. They may have rapid aging, but they were truly only 10 years old, and you couldn’t imagine the trauma and terrifying ordeals they had already gone through. In other circumstances, they may try and hide their fear, but right now, all they wanted was to feel safe and protected.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You asked, watching as the lightning struck outside the windows.

“What about your evening walk?” Tech mumbled into you.

“Oh. It was nothing interesting,” you lied.

“Hmm, that was a lie. Your heartbeat increased and your breathing changed. You voice also slightly changed pitch,” Tech commented.

“I promise, it was nothing. I watched the sun set before I walked through the gardens until it began to rain.”

“Not the full truth, but getting there.”

“Tech,” you said somewhat firmly, causing him to lift his head and look at you. “I would tell you if it was important, okay? There’s no need for you to worry or question me about it.”

“Do you not trust us?” Wrecker questioned, the sound of his voice coming from above you.

“No no, it’s not that, it’s just…there was someone else there, and I think they’d prefer if I kept the details of our time together between us. At least, for now.”

“Oh, well in that case,” Tech started before he was interrupted by a yawn. His eyes glossed over, and his lids held a new droop to them.

“I think you’re more tired than you’ll admit,” you laughed. He nodded his head once before scooting down the bed. He curled up and laid his head on your thigh. Hunter moved down to rest his head on your stomach, and you smiled down at them. You felt Wrecker let out a deep breath before he moved slightly, adjusting into a more comfortable position. The warmth and contentment coming from them made your heart swell. You had barely known these boys for a few days, but you would do anything for them. You would even go as far to say that you loved them.

You laid there, listening to their breathing slow and turn heavy as they fell into deep sleeps. You tried to rest yourself, but you couldn’t help but wonder how their lone brother was fairing during this storm. You really had wanted to find him, but Hunter seemed to think he was fine. Thankfully, your worries were answered a few seconds later when the door slowly opened.

When Crosshair walked in, he stopped in the doorway to take in the sight before him. All the beds had been pulled into the center of the room to form one giant bed. Wrecker was laying across the top, with you resting your head on his stomach. Your right leg was bent slightly under your blanket, with Tech’s head using your leg as a pillow as he curled into a ball. Hunters head was resting on your stomach, and your right arm was bent so that your hand was under your head. You sensed his presence and opened your eyes, turning to look at him before giving him a small smile. You saw his lips give the slightest upturn before you looked around at your situation. You motioned him to come over, to which he silently raised an eyebrow questioningly. You motioned again, before he unfolded his arms and slowly made his way to you. You patted the bed beside you, and he hesitantly laid down next to you. He was close enough to Tech that they could share the blanket as you didn’t have any more in the room. You let him use your arm that was under your head as a pillow, and when he settled in, you rested your cheek on the top of his head. You felt his contentment through the force, and smiled. You knew he was a tough one to crack, but something about him kept you interested. You really thought that tonight had brought you closer, and hoped that he wouldn’t forget it in the morning.

“You weren’t in your room when I went to check on you,” you muttered, quiet enough not to disturb the others.

“I went for…a walk,” he hesitantly replied.

“Hmm, in the middle of the night?”

“It was only through the halls.” You let out a small sound of amusement before you let out a deep breath.

“Well, I hope it was nice.”

“It was lonely.”

“I’ll have to join you next time, then.”

“I guess you will.” You smiled at his response, glad he didn’t deny your attempt to suffer to spend more time with him.

“Goodnight again, Crosshair.”

“Goodnight again, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.” Crosshair just chuckled in response before going silent, falling asleep like his brothers did.

“Nice of you to join us,” Hunter said quietly when he woke up and saw Crosshair on your other side.

“You know how nightmares affect us all,” Crosshair shot back as he turned around to meet his brothers gaze.

“That’s not the only reason you came in here, is it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Cross. You missed us. And I think you even missed y/n,” Hunter said. Crosshair rolled his eyes at the comment.

“You’re not denying it,” Hunter pressed.

“Watch it,” Crosshair threatened. He would never tell anyone, but he had originally wandered over to your room when he was woken by the storm. He didn’t know why, but he had craved your comfort over his brothers’. When he had approached your door, he saw that it was open, and decided to check and see if you were with the rest of the Batch, and you had been. Something had struck him, though. He thought you hadn’t come to see him. But then when you told him you had in fact checked on him but found he wasn’t there, he wanted to kick himself for leaving his room when he did. Maybe if he would have waited a few more minutes, you would have found him and comforted him like you did with his brothers.

“I think you like her,” Wrecker teased from above them.

“Like her?” Crosshair scoffed. He didn’t like you. He could barely open up to you, there’s no way he liked you.

“We’ve all seen how you act around her. And we’ve seen how you act when one of us is getting close to her,” Hunter added.

“I don’t act like anything. And I could give a kriff if you were close to her.”

“That’s not even close to being true,” Tech commented quietly.

“You’re all insane.”

“Maybe, but so are you. That’s why we’re in a squad together.”

This comment from Hunter almost made Crosshair laugh. It probably would have if he wasn’t so good at holding it in.

~~~

You woke up to the sound of the boys arguing quietly around you. Your eyes opened slightly to look at them, Crosshair with a slightly annoyed expression facing Hunter, who had a smug look on his face.

“If you guys don’t shut up,” Tech spoke, looking up at his brothers, “you’re going to wake her up.”

“Yeah, and we all know the princess needs her beauty sleep,” Crosshair said.

“Too late for that,” you joined in, causing them all to look up at you.

“How long have you been awake?” Crosshair immediately asked.

“Not too long. I was woken up by you guys, but I didn’t comprehend any of it until Tech told you to shut up.” Crosshair looked relieved at that before he turned his face away from you, sitting up where he was. You looked to see the sun beaming through the gaps in the curtains, the storm from last night all but forgotten.

“At least the storm’s over,” you commented.

“Yes, although I did sleep much better after you came in here,” Tech said while also getting up.

“Yeah! You should snuggle with us every night!” Wrecker added.

“I will if you’ll let me.”

“I think we’d all enjoy that,” Hunter agreed, glancing at Crosshair.

“So, you got plans for today?” Wrecker asked as you crawled off the bed.

“Well, for myself I do. I have some royal duties I have to tend to, so you might be on your own for a while. Feel free to go anywhere and do anything. I’ll find you later when I’m free,” you said, walking towards the door.

“Wait, you’re not even having breakfast with us?” He questioned with a sad tone. You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m afraid I overslept, so I’ll have to quickly make my own breakfast and get ready before my meeting,” you said before going to move out the door. “I’m sure Tech could probably figure out how to cook for all of you guys,” you called as you left the room.

“You better not poison me,” Crosshair said as he looked to his brother, who was already scrolling through recipes on his data pad.

“There’s nothing remotely close to being able to poison you on here,” he responded before he settled on a dish that piqued his interest. “Would any of you like to help me with this?”

“Cooking’s not my thing,” Crosshair commented.

“Not mine either,” Hunter added.

“I’ll help you, Tech,” Wrecker said. His brother nodded before setting his datapad down. The boys got dressed before they went to the kitchen, eating the new dish Tech and Wrecker had cooked. After that, they decided to wander around and explore more without you. They all split up, going on their own adventures. Tech went into the city, Hunter wandered off to a market, Wrecker explored the palace, and Crosshair strolled around the grounds again.

After your meeting, you decided to spend some time alone before finding the clones. You enjoyed their company, but you still needed some occasional time for yourself to unwind. You hadn’t meditated since you were back on Coruscant, which caused your mind to be more full than normal, so you decided to go find somewhere quiet and peaceful to meditate.

You wandered out to your garden and found your old meditation tree. When you had been a Padawan, you had often needed meditation to calm yourself. With the former king and queen being the unloving parents that they were, you often found yourself upset by their remarks towards you, which mainly consisted of how you would be “a better diplomat, princess, and daughter if you would give up your ridiculous aspirations to become a Jedi and focus on your true destiny as future Queen of Dohbar,” a quote often being said in various different ways by the two very people who Qui Gon had entrusted to raise you. Part of you always knew they were right, that you were meant to be a Jedi, but it wasn’t your destiny. You even confessed this once to your master, on your trip to Ilum to find your kyber crystal. When he had heard your words, he explained how one’s destiny and what they’re meant to be or do are often different things. He explained how they coexist, and how it wasn’t uncommon for them to conflict with each other.

“Your destiny is something you cannot change, but what you are meant to be and do is something you have to accept or deny.” Codo’s words had stuck with you ever since then, and had even given you the confidence to search for your crystal. After your knighthood trials, he told you how when he had watched you emerge from the cave with your crystal, you were a changed person. You were a stronger Jedi, more in-tuned with yourself than you had been before. He said it was one of the moments where you had resembled Qui Gon so much, in the way you held yourself and acted, that there wasn’t a doubt in the galaxy that you were in fact his child. You had assured him then, that though you were Qui Gon’s child, and supposed to be the child of the king and queen, you were, in fact, Codo’s adi’ka. He responded by grasping you tightly and holding you for what felt like hours. Your trip to Ilum and your knighting were some of your favorite memories, for the obvious reasons that every Jedi loves them, but also because of how they held significance in your bond with your former master. You thought of these memories as you meditated, focusing on the joy from them to help clear your mind.

~~~

You were laying down in your garden, eyes closed as the sun heated your face. You had meditated for quite some time before deciding your mind was at peace enough to just lay out here. You were relaxed and happy. As you lay there, you sensed someone approaching. A small smile crept to your lips as Crosshair silently sat beside you, not wanting to bother you, but wanting to be in your presence. You didn’t acknowledge him, you just continued to feel the peace flowing around you. You could feel him looking at you. You felt his soft gaze as he watched as the sun highlighted your features and danced around your hair.

“Hello, Crosshair,” you said after a few minutes. You felt his brief feeling of surprise before it washed away, covered by his incredible skill to seem uncaring. He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on you, still watching as the bright daylight did magical things to your appearance. You didn’t bother pushing for conversation, as the silence was comfortable. You both were enjoying it, so why risk ruining your time together? It was after lunch time, and the sun had already begun shifting towards the horizon, though it hadn’t moved far. There were still plenty of daylight hours left for you to do something with.

“I was going to head over to the pond,” Crosshair spoke after a while.

“It’s a nice day for that,” you commented, opening your eyes to look at him. You waited, wondering if he would say anything else to you. His expression was slightly conflicted, so you assumed he was deciding something.

“Would you like to join me?” He finally spoke after a few silent minutes. You sat up and gave him a smile.

“Yeah, of course!”

He nodded and stood up, holding out a hand for you to grab, and gently pulled you up. His hand was cold and rough, but it had a distant tenderness to it. You took a mental note of how he was very clearly out of his comfort zone, acting so outwardly kind. You couldn’t help but internally think it was your talks with him that had started to help bring out this side of him. He didn’t immediately let go of your hand, either. It almost seemed like he took a second to study it, examining how it looked and felt being held in his own. When he did let go, he didn’t drop it, he let it slip slowly out of his grip as he began walking towards your destination.

As you made your way over to the pond, you tried to hide the quick glances you kept giving him. Every time you looked, however, his eyes were trained forward as if he was staring at a specific object.

“See something interesting?” He asked when you glanced again.

“Wha-no, just…looking,” you said, turning your face so he couldn’t see the reddening.

“How unfortunate.” You we’re both silent the rest of the walk. When you reached the pond, you noticed targets set up around it.

Those certainly were never there before, you thought to yourself. He wasn’t going to admit it, but Crosshair had spent the majority of the time after you left the Batch in the morning thinking of what he could do with you that both would enjoy, and would also allow you to learn about each other. He had decided that showing off both his and your own skills with a blaster might be a good idea.

You watched as Crosshair wandered over to the closest target and picked up his rifle.

“I was serious when I said I wanted to see your skills,” he said as he walked back to you. “And I thought it would be nice to do it somewhere other than inside.”

“Well, it does look like a very nice set up,” you commented as a grin came to your face. Crosshair lifted his rifle, looking at it with uncertainty.

“I never let anyone touch this,” he said quietly before looking up to meet your gaze. “But I think I can manage to trust you.”

“Crosshair, if you’re not comfortable with me using it, you don’t have to force yourself to allow me to.”

“No, it’s okay. I want you to.” He held it out for you to take, giving a slight upward twitch of his mouth. You smiled back, carefully taking it into your hands. The weight felt weird to you, having not held a regular blaster in years, let alone a rifle. You shifted your hands until you had a comfortable hold on it. Crosshair moved to the side so you could aim. You closed your eyes for a second, allowing yourself to disconnect from the force. When you opened them again, your aim was the smallest bit less certain than before. Without the force helping you, you had to rely on your raw skill to hit the target. You took a moment to aim, and your finger wrapped around the trigger and pulled, releasing a quiet shot from the barrel. You lowered the gun to look at where you had hit.

“T-that was just a practice shot,” you stammered out, looking at the hole in the tree a few feet from the target. Crosshair let out an amused sound at your attempt, but didn’t say any words. You aimed again and your mouth dropped when you missed completely.

“What? I swear to the Maker I’m better than this!” You said, spinning to see a smug look on the clone’s face. His lips looked like they were slightly twitching, as if he was resisting a smile. He held out his hands for his rifle, which you huffed and reluctantly gave back. He immediately began fiddling with the scope, his face only getting more smug.

“I messed with the scope,” he said as he worked. “Adjusted it so it would be off target.”

Your mouth dropped again, much to his amusement. You couldn’t find the words to react at his little prank.

“Better close your mouth before you catch a fly, princess.” Your mouth snapped shut as you glared at him before grinning as you shook your head.

“Sneaky little sniper,” you muttered to yourself, taking back his blaster as he offered it to you again. This time, when you aimed and pulled the trigger, the blaster shot landed just slightly to the left of where you wanted it. Slight enough that, if you hadn’t known your original aim, you would have thought you shot there on purpose.

“Not too bad,” Crosshair commented before taking the rifle himself. He glanced at you before barely taking half a second to aim, hitting dead center.

“Show off,” you scoffed playfully.

“If you want to see me show off,” he started, “then you’ll have to have a competition with me.”

“Only if I get to use my own blaster.”

“Deal,” he said, shaking your hand before you instantly sprinted off. You came back a few minutes later, slightly out of breath but carrying a custom Dohbarian 839 Platoblaster.

“Is that what I think it is?” Crosshair questioned, eyes staring curiously at your weapon. “A Dohbarian 839 Platoblaster?”

“Yup. I haven’t shot this baby in years,” you said as you fiddled with its components. “Codo made me put it into storage after I put my lightsaber together. He said I needed to focus on my lightsaber wielding skills because ‘Jedi don’t use blasters.’”

“So I’ve been told,” Crosshair stated.

“There,” you said, lifting your blaster up to your eye to check that the scope was set. You fired a couple shots, confirming that you had adjusted it correctly.

“Mind if I give it a shot?” Crosshair asked, holding his hand out.

“Go for it,” you said, flashing him a smile as he took it from you. He held it curiously for a second before raising it up. He aimed more carefully than he had with his own, before once again shooting dead center.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered. “And with a gun you’ve never even held before.”

“Guess I’m just lucky.”

“Oh, please. We both know that wasn’t just luck,” you said while he handed it back to you. “Now, about that competition.”

You walked over to a new set of targets and gave him a smirk as you stood confidently in front of them.

“Think you can beat me, hot shot?” You asked, looking at the sniper who stood beside you.

“I should be asking you that, princess,” he shot back playfully. You rolled your eyes and lifted your blaster up.

“Ready?”

“Whenever you say.”

“One…two…th- hey!” A blaster shot interrupted your count down, causing you to briefly lose concentration before you also began firing. Once Crosshair completed the first target, he moved to the next one. You did the same with your own, racing to catch up. You watched between your shots as he expertly cleared the small course, putting more and more distance between you as he went. He managed to get so far ahead that you no longer tried catching him. When you finally neared the end of your set, a voice in your ear startled you.

“Don’t mess up, princess.” The words were close enough that you felt the breath of them on your ear and neck. A shiver ran down your spine as you fought hard to keep concentrated as you felt a wave of heat flood over your cheeks. Your grip became slightly shaky, and you quickly took aim, missing more than you had on any other target. You let the blaster fall to your side as you spun on the sniper.

“Okay, first you start before I finish counting down, then you distract me. How am I to believe you didn’t cheat some other way through this competition?” You asked him accusingly.

“Hmm, I guess you’ll never know,” he trailed as he turned his back towards you, but not before you caught the small smile that was on the corners of his mouth.

“That’s not fair!” You called at his retreating figure.

“War isn’t fair,” he shot back. His comment made your smile fall. You suddenly felt guilty for this trip, abandoning the war to have fun doing anything other what you should be doing. You being here while troopers were out their losing their lives for the Republic wasn’t fair. Crosshair seemed to notice the change in your silence, as he turned back around and came back to you.

“This isn’t right,” you said, not meeting his gaze. “You’ve been right this whole time, Crosshair. We should be fighting, not sitting around lazily.”

“It’s good to take breaks,” he replied, gently reaching out to make you face him.

“I know, but…I can’t help but to feel guilty. I mean, other people are out there, fighting and losing their lives while we play shooting games. My men are either sitting on Coruscant waiting for me to return, or out in battle fighting under a general who isn’t me. I don’t even know where they are, if they’re safe at home or in danger in battle.”

“Relax, princess,” Crosshair said, making you look at him again. “Don’t worry about what you’re not apart of right now. You still have a mission here, remember?”

“This isn’t a mission, it’s a vacation,” you mumbled.

“You did manage to find a mission while you were here, did you not?”

“What mission?”

“To make me a nice person.” You scoffed at him, shaking your head.

“That’s not a mission, that’s just a stupid idea that I had. I shouldn’t try and change you, especially not into someone completely different from who you are.”

“Then don’t change me,” he said, causing you to be confused.

“Hold on. This whole thing was your idea. You were the one who asked me to help you.”

“Hmm, so I did.”

“Okay, now you’re just being confusing,” you said while folding your arms over your chest.

“I asked you to help me, but I don’t think you’ll be able to change me. But maybe you can bring out what’s already in me,” he explained. “Come on,” he said, holding out his hand for you. You smiled as you took it, him leading you quietly over to the side of the water.

He gave you a small smile before saying, “I’ll be right back.” He laid his blaster down and turned to walk away, shouting “don’t go anywhere, princess,” as he left.

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” You shouted back, to which you got no response. You huffed before letting yourself fall into your thoughts, waiting for his return.

*note* okay, I know my art of how they were sleeping is just…so good, I unfortunately will not be doing art commissions. I want to focus on my writing, not art. (This is a joke, I know it’s awful, even for stick figures. I just wanted y’all to see what I envisioned while writing😭)

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Seasick pt. 10 final→college!peter parker

Pairings→college!peter x reader fake dating!au

Summary→ You need a fake boyfriend, peter has no plans for the summer, you take him on a cruise to meet your nasty family you kept a secret all these years. Faking your love as far as it will go before it snaps and it shows it’s true colors to one another under the burning hot sun and above the salty sea water

A/n→yeah so y’all can shut talk me for this taking literally FOREVER but I kept wanting to redo it and I finally found the perfect final for it(at least for me) I’m going to make the epilogue and if anyone wants blurbs based off it I can write it. But I present to you, the seasick final

Peter Parker slept like an Angel and you had never truly noticed until now. He had soft snores and little freckles painted on his face and he was yours, now he was officially yours and all it took was you begging him to come on a stupid cruise with your family you hate.

Although you wouldn’t mind if year after year you were able to bring peter along with you. He helped with the pain and god did you need all the help you could get.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles as he starts to wake up, not opening his eyes but his senses catch you staring.

“Nothing.” You smile as you only stare harder to count each freckle—even the new ones he got from this trip.

“No you’re doing something.” He opens his eyes just a bit to see you with the faintest smile on your face. You, the one who woke up every day of this trip dreading what another day would be like, smiled at him. A genuine smile as you woke up.

“Seriously, nothing!” You try to hide the smile that grows big on your face and he only grabs you by the waist, pulling you in close so he can tickle at your sides just to see you smile more.

He lets your laughs die down, seeing the real you in the morning was something so fresh to him, he loved it. You were his girlfriend. He couldn’t wait to go home and start saying that to people. After all these years all it took was a stupid cruise.

“It’s our last day.” Peter says and suddenly your smile dropped. Not because you were sad, because it was your last day and that meant having to spend it with your family.

“Right.” You sigh falling back on the pillow.

Peter looked at you like you were art, or maybe he looked at you the way he looked at the beach the other day, maybe he looked at you the way he saw you in the art gallery the second day or maybe he looked at you the way he looked at you the first day he got on this damn ship and you wore the most beautiful dress and worried about how tall you were. No matter how he looked at you it was just you, you who matter the most to him in this moment and truly every moment before.

“For as much as you hate this family, I actually kinda liked this trip.” That was particularly true, he hated being uncomfortable at dinner and your mom dropping off condoms but he was on a cruise for fucks sake and it was free.

“Peter, when was the last time you even had a vacation?” You looked over at him. Realizing your words were much harsher, you took a step back. “Sorry, I’m still...I’m still trying to get use to everything.” You admitted and he nodded.

“It’s okay,” he only planted a kiss on your cheek before sitting up. “I know.”

He sits up at the edge of the bed. Stretching a bit giving you a full view of his bare back, so toned and smooth, you really wanted to know when he got so ripped but that was a question for later. All you could do now was feel your hand move to run over the smooth of his back. You sit up as well, letting yourself sit before his back and press sweet kisses gently at his shoulders.

“Y-Your mom.” Was what he said as you kissed him. “She wants to have lunch.” He already saw the messages, last night when you were fast asleep. Face puffy from crying, he held onto you but his phone lit up with one message from your mom. The number she got from him at the beginning of this trip where you swore it would make everything more realistic to pretend you cared.

“Just tell her we’re busy.” You continue kissing at his sunburnt shoulders and in a way it hurt but felt so good to him.

He couldn’t change anything, what you had grown up with was irreversible. But peter had seen the real you, known the real you to be beyond what your family was. He knew you would be opposed to what he was going to tell you but he only wanted to help you.

“With just me.” He turned his head and you stopped your movements.

“Just you?” You furrow your brows and he nodded.

“Yeah, just me.” He sighed and you sat back a bit on the bed.

“Just tell her we already have—“ you started but peter shook his head.

“I think I should go. I-I know I can’t change anything but at least I can—“ he starts and you feel your heart race and your blood burn.

“You're right Peter, you can’t change anything. She’s an evil woman and I thought you would already have figured that out by now. Your smart, you should be smart enough to know that she doesn’t want to fix anything. When we go back in New York everything will be the same.” You fell back against the headboard and peter turned fully to you.

“But everything won’t be the same, at least we won’t be the same!” He told you and you looked at him quickly with a sigh.

“Peter I didn’t mean that way and you know it.” You feel your hands run over your face before you grab your water.

“I’m having lunch with your mother.” He said. He marked his words in the moment and you knew Peter could be stubborn and this was one of those moments.

“Peter…” you want to fight but your hand goes over the bracelet you both got the other day from the locals down by the beach. You remember as a kid, you wished one day it would be you getting those bracelets even if it was just a few pieces of string tied together. Those kids were always harmless and knew love when they saw it, maybe you and peter were still faking it in the moment but they saw more than the two of you ever did. “Just hold me.” You almost whisper and he looks at you with pain in his eyes.

“Hold me like you did in the ocean the other day.” You look up with water in your eyes and he does. His arms come around your back and he holds you as if you two were still in the ocean as if nothing else mattered in the world to you two.

You dressed Peter for lunch. You had torn apart his suitcase telling him that if he was going out there alone he needed to be prepared. For it was your mother, One may argue Thor’s evil brother was nicer than her.

So Peter tugged a bit at the buttons and waited near the entrance for your mother to arrive. He had fought aliens, witches, and even drones over one summer but feared a tiny old women who was the mother of his girlfriend.

When she arrived she greeted him with a hug, a tight one that made him gasp for air when she pulled away and she left her glossy lip print on his cheek.

Peter wished you were here, honestly he did. Your mother was beautiful on the outside but he did see the inside. So when she ordered him a wine he swallowed hard and gave a tight lipped smile thinking of what you would do.

“Thank you for inviting me on this trip.” He started it off and your mother only drank from the glass of her wine.

“We can all thank (y/n) for inviting you.” She smiled but she knew something more. “When you two first arrived I always found it interesting how she told me a different story on the phone for how you fell in love but Europe huh? She loved that trip, until of course everything turned bad.” Your mother explained and Peter felt his heart flip.

“She says senior year chem class and I say Europe, she counts from when we first started talking I count our first date.” Peter chuckles.

“Peter, I’m a lawyer, I know when even the best liars are lying to me and you and my daughter are both extremely intelligent. So let’s just tell the truth, why did she invite you? Why did she tell me she had a boyfriend on the phone? I see you two do have something but it’s almost like you don’t want it, neither of you.” She for once had a soft voice. Peter for once drank alcohol on this trip to sooth his nerves but sadly the spider venom in his blood prevented him from ever being calm.

“I-we-“ he couldn’t think of anything else, he could only think of you sitting back at the hotel laying in the bath enjoying the last moments on this trip with someone you actually loved. “She loves you a lot.” He said flatly.

“Look,” he started. “Everything she has ever done in her entire life was to impress you. Every award, every medal, every achievement she’s made was in hopes to impress you weather it was through her intelligence or through how athletic she was and now it was through love. It was like i was her last hope, but you missed out so much on her life. I say that in the best way. MJ, Betty, Ned and I all showed her what it’s like to be loved and maybe that’s why she ran to us more but she also knew it was never enough for you. I had never seen her so scared, so alone when she brought me on this trip. And I don’t know if it’s just me but she’s already the perfect person in every single way. She doesn’t know what more you want, I don’t know what more you want.” Peter finished his rant, his heart pounding and his cheeks a bit red.

“For me? Everything she had ever done was for me?” Your mother asked as if she learnt this for the first time.

“Yes, and every time you never paid attention and that broke her a bit more.” The more peter talked the more Peter hurt.

“Peter, can I tell you something?” She folded her hands and leant in. “You’re a smart, charming man. My daughter is a smart and charming lady. I don’t know if this entire time you two were really faking it, I could tell at first, trust me everyone could, but I want you to know she never smiled this much on this trip ever. And I don’t know what I’m doing so wrong when I try—“ peter felt his blood boil a bit at the last sentence.

“Be her mother, not her best friend. She wants a mother. She has MJ as a best friend who sometimes acts like more of a mother to her than you and (y/n) is three months older than MJ.” Peter didn’t break the stare as your mom looked at him in shock.

“All I want, because she will hate me more if I argue, is that you make her happy.” She sighed. Peter nodded.

The two of them are in silence, the last day on the cruise and peter was eating in silence with your mother after practically telling her how shitty she was.

After the check and your mothers hug goodbye, peter was back walking up to your room. Hoping he wouldn’t see anything more as he just wanted to relax. Maybe today he’d finally get that mug for May that he lied about but god felt so guilty. He lied about bigger things but the ones he loved...he had no idea how you did it. But you never lied to Peter, keeping him from the truth and lying were different.

“And he’s a really good kisser…” he stopped before he opened the door. He could hear you giggling on the phone with who he assumed MJ and Betty but more likely Betty.

“I just...I don’t know if I deserve him, I mean...he’s so kind and sweet and he’s peter.” There was a pause as Peter listened. “No flaws, he’s a shitty painter but I think it’s cute.” You giggled before taking a deep breath. He couldn’t hear the words on the other side before he heard you speak your goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ to them.

He waits until you seem to be settled down, he opens the door and reveals you on the floor painting your toes.

“Hey,” you look up at him with a smile. “How was lunch with my mom?” You asked and he only shrugged. Something washed over him and compelled him to sit next to you and kiss your cheek.

“Was fine, I drank a lot of wine but it was fine.” He shrugged and you looked up with a smirk.

“So I’m getting drunk Peter right now?” You teased and he shook his head.

“No, no.” He watched as you painted with the color blue. “She said she’s proud of you.” He admits. Never directly did she say the words but he knew deep down she wanted to but didn’t know how.

You look at him with a stare, knowing he was lying but he was trying for you.

With the silence in the room, peter gets up from his spot and walks over to pack some of the last of his things. By tomorrow morning you would say your goodbyes to your family and head back to New York. Back to your friends and family. You would stay with MJ for the summer but hopefully, with the new relationship, peter could convince you to stay with him and May.

“Hey Peter,” you look over your shoulder. “Thank you.” You tell him. Not sure if you ever told him thank you before this.

“For what?” He folds some of his clothes and puts them back into the suitcase.

“For everything.” You smile before going back to painting your toes.

Peter has a small smile. He nods as he throws the shirt into the suitcase.

“(Y/n)?” He calls to you this time. “Thank you for choosing me. To bring on this trip I mean.” He says awkwardly and you smiled.

“This was just year one Parker, get ready for the next couple ones!” You pretend to be enthusiastic but he only laughs. “Sorry we never got to do anything you wanted to do.” You apologized as you stood up. Looking down at the red painted toes and being careful to let them dry.

“No we did.” He smiled and you furrow your brows.

“Like what?”

“I was with you, that was something I wanted to do.” He was a dork in the best ways. He was your dork in the best of ways. You don’t think you had given this many genuine smiles while on this cruise ever.

“Hey,” you poked his shoulder. He hissed a bit as his sunburn still was there. “We can technically go to the couples pool, they’ll give us free chocolate strawberries. You wanna go?” You offer with a smirk. With all the things you’ve done pretending to be a couple this would be the first real couple thing you did.

“Hell yeah!” He says with a laugh and you do too.

So you get on your bathing suits one last time. One last time on this damned cruise would you put on your bathing suit and actually smile. Not drinking the last of your night away alone in your room.

Peter's arm snaked around your waist as you two walked down the hallway. Sharing laughs and you leaning against his shoulder as you two made your way to the pool where you would sit in a hot tube while eating cheap chocolate strawberries and drinking shitty wine.

While the bubbles roam around you in the hot tub and you and peter finally settle down with your laughs he only stares into your eyes.

“Hey.” Was all he said and you felt yourself feeling shy in front of him.

“Hi.” You said back and his lips connected with yours.

For a week straight of lying, tears and alcohol, and a shit ton of secrets getting exposed to each other. You and Peter made a pretty good couple. A couple that didn’t need to be faked anymore even if it made everyone sick, you found your love in the sea. You found him and he was perfect.

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Hi! just finished reading your Tumblr request on AO3 and I just looooove your writing ;; if it's not a problem I wanted to ask how you imagine that Lucifer, Mammon and Beel would react to a MC who is usually very quiet and not very expressive, impossible to embarrass or make nervous, to suddenly, one day manage to make her blush for the first time (Also, English is not my first language, so I hope this is okey) I wish you a lovely week ❤

A/N: This is adorable! Sorry for the slow turn around, I hope you enjoy!❤

Lucifer

Stoicism is something he normally finds very attractive in a woman. To be able to keep such a level of calm outlook during even times that might even shake him. He loves the idea of a power couple, and the way you hold yourself. You definitely make one.

It does grate him that he can’t fluster you like you do him, especially during your time together in private. He tries multiple ways to even just draw some color to your cheeks. Flowers in the classroom, hand written invitations to private dining establishments and venues, he even went to the human realm just to find some kind of familiar comfort to give to you. You love them all he knows but he wants, craves to see an uninhibited reaction from you. He’ll get it one day, his pride depends on it at this point.

Luck graces him one evening after a hellish work day. A fight in the school yard leading to property damage he had to do extra paper work for. The only saving grace of that was it wasn’t one of his brothers, this time. Only followed soon after by a report of yet another racket engineered by Mammon. Then, to top off a horrible day one of Belphie and Satan’s little “pranks” blew up half his office.

All his loose or unprotected paperwork, gone. Nothing but smoldering bits of ash. He was now more than ever thankful to have you by his side. Before he could get his hands on the two you stepped in shooing him away to deal with the other fires that needed to be put out while you handled his office.

Things got done, in record time for once. He was able to rewrite his notes for the next council meeting, but at the cost of your weekday dinner together. A pity, but he knew you understood. Trudging up to his room he looked forward to perhaps a few hours of sleep before the next crisis struck. Then he found you.

He chuckles to himself quietly leaning against his door frame. You had beaten him to his favorite resting roost. You sat on his favorite armchair, rolled up tight in his comforter. All he could see was a tuft of hair and the very tip of your nose. Beautiful as always, but he wanted to rest. Well-two birds, one stone and all…

He scoops you up envious of how deeply you could slumber and places you on his lap. Kicking off his shoes he sighs blissfully before resting his head back on worn leather.

Mini fic

You didn’t expect to see Lucifer tonight. Today has been the absolute definition of a shit show, on nights like these it wasn’t uncommon for you not to see him at all. You would normally place your bets on him being unconscious at his desk. Though, he couldn’t really do that tonight. You pat yourself on the back mentally knowing that he would be pleased with the work you and the brothers did cleaning up his office. While you couldn’t get them to apologize to Lucifer you at least got them to clean up what was salvageable in his study.

After a few hours of cleaning his office was back in working order and your feet were screaming for a break. Bidding the two miscreants farewell and making them promise to hold off on the pranks for at least a week you let your body lead you to Lucifer’s room. The room was how you left it that morning. Your slippers next to his by the door and your robe tossed haphazardly on his linen sheets. You make a beeline for the only piece of furniture Lucifer loved dearly. How many nights had you snuck in only to see him melting into the old chain. His long legs sprawled out and tangled in his foot rest, while his body sinks into the imprints he has left from years of use like a lover's embrace.

Yanking the thin comforter from his bed you curl into the divots with a yawn. Before you know it your eyes close and the crackling of the fireplace lulls you to sleep. You awake with a jolt, confused and disoriented for a moment before your sleepy brain catches up. You fell asleep alone on the soft leather but woke to something unyielding beneath you now.

Lucifer sits underneath you snoring softly. His arms rest around your blanketed body. His head tilts down over you, his nose tickling your hairline. Like always he sports a mild look of annoyance. His lips were drawn in a scowl, brows crinkling in displease. You could tell his jaw was tense even while he slept.

Freeing your arms from your cocoon you reach up from him moving to cup his twitching jaw. With practiced ease you began to message the pin joints. You smile to yourself moving down to his tense neck and shoulders. This had become a nightly ritual for you when you shared a bed. When you knew he was asleep you would start trying to work away some of his tension from the previous day. You swear in the morning that he looks better on the nights you get the chance to.

This was your little secret though. You couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing you did this. Not that you thought he would disapprove. Lucifer appreciated acts of service, but just the thought of him knowing made your whole body heat in a flush. You push the thoughts away focusing instead on the extremely tight muscles underneath his brow line. It amazed you that he didn’t have any wrinkles after all this.

So engrossed in your perusal of his features you didn’t notice him stirring till his warm palm traps your hand to his cheek. Before you realize it his lips push a firm kiss into the flesh of your palm. Scarlet eyes meet yours crinkling around the edges. They were warm and radiant. “You’re blushing.” His voice was deep and husky from what little sleep he got.

“What?” You stammer.

Lucifer leans in tapping his forehead on yours. He studies your wide eyes and pink face for a moment before cracking a smug grin. “I’ve never seen you flustered before. Your blush looks good on you.”

“You caught me off guard.” He nods, kissing the tip of your nose tenderly taking impish glee in your squirming.

“Good-I will strive to do so more often. I wish to see you as undone as you make me.”

Mammon

Stoic MC? Rare pair? Rare pair. Mammon wears his heart on his sleeve. Nothing about him is slick. From week one everyone knew he had it bad for you. He is so open with his affections whether he likes it or not. Unlike you.

Honestly, how were you always so controlled. Ain’t the dame supposed to be all blushy and giggly too? It-it makes him think he isn’t doing something right. Is he not treating you right? Were you unhappy?

So he goes to do what he does best. Scheme. There has to be someway to crack that stoic disposition of yours. He gets clingy-well clingier now. He starts springing random vacations on you. Expect to skip class whenever he thinks he won’t get skinned alive for it.

He’ll take you anywhere all his internet research tells him to. Black sand beaches, crowded boardwalks to see the lights, deserted hiking trails late in the evening to watch the fireflies. He is sure it will work. But nope, nada. You love every moment of it and show him with a soul searing kiss and sweet words of praise. But damn you if you aren’t always so cool about it.

He is about to throw in the towel when he finally gets what he wants. At work no less. It was completely by accident but he isn’t one to complain. Perhaps he should go to work more often.

Mini Fic

“Pucker up!” Mammon’s make-up artist orders, squeezing his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger. “And for Diavolo’s sake put your phone down.”

“Shove off Cazzin.” Mammon sputters around the sour tasting lip stain and plumper. His eyes still glued to his screen. His freshly done nails swiping at picture after picture of fancy hotels and spas. Just thinking about taking you a private spring got his blood boiling in the best ways.

“Woooow.” Cazz whistles through her fangs looking at his screen. “Who is the lucky lady you are trying to impress this time?

“Mammon bristles, shooting her a murderous glance. The smaller demon blanches, purple skin turning ashy with fear. Her eyes drop to the floor immediately in submission, a sincere apology falling from her lips. “My girlfriend.” He says finally after cooling down. “I’m-I’m trying to impress her or something.”

“Well, pretty sure with a price tag like that anyone would be impressed.” Mammon only grunts barely glancing at the excessive amount of zeros on the page. Any other girl he knew would be a blushing mess after getting a gift like this. Hells, even Cazz was eyeing the site with open envy and excitement. Yet, this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this with you. Every time he did all he got was a blisteringly radiant smile and kisses that probably could send him back to heaven if he didn’t have a life long ban there. Not that that was a bad thing...but he just wanted more.

“You would think so…” He trails off clicking his phone off to focus on the rest of his routine. No sooner had his hair and make-up artist finished then his director was stomping and shouting down the hall for him to get his ass on set. Grimacing Mammon slides off his seat stretching to spare himself a few more seconds of peace. He stops at the door taking one last look at his get up for this shoot.

Damn, he looks good. It was time for a new spring collection, but more importantly, his most popular season. The light spring colors always brought out his best features. The pastel cotton shirt they “fashionably” threw him in hung casually around his frame. Buttons “tastefully” undone to show the smooth planes of his freely waxed and oiled skin. The linen board shorts and finishing touch of leather sandals gave him the perfect beach vibe. At top dollar mind you.

Hmmm-perhaps he could borrow this outfit for your next beach outing.

Unable to tone out his bosses shouting anymore Mammon makes his way to set. He thinks hard on what else he can go or take you to impress you, ignoring the poking and prodding of his camera men and set designers. His partners today, two incubus twins stood sourly next to him. They had been at this for hours and even he was ready for a break from the sweltering heat of the lights.

“Alright! Alright!” The director broke an hour later tired of the twins whining. He throws his hands in the air in exasperation. “We’ll break for an hour for lunch- lost the light as is.” He huffs stumping off for a smoke break.

“Finally,” Mammon sighs from his pose on the ground. “Think I got sand in my ass.” He gets up from the ground grimacing as he tries to brush the grit off his legs. “Shit starts to burn when they get hot.” One of the twins nods looking down at their own arms. Tiny burn marks showing on their fair skin, they will heal by the time the shoot resumes, doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

“Want to grab lunch?” The twins ask tossing him a towel to blot at his sweating brow. “New food truck is coming in today.” Mammon shakes his head. You had packed him something to eat this morning and he kind of wanted to enjoy it in peace for once.

Waving the two off he hurries back to his room already salivating at whatever tasty food you got him. Halfway to the door he stops, the fine hairs on his neck standing up. Someone was in his dressing room. Devil’s please don’t let it be another rabid fan. He pleads before creeping forward to check. Whoever it was left the door ajar, peaking in he stares enraptured.

When did you get here? It wasn’t abnormal for you to just drop by while he was working, but you usually waited for him on set behind the cameras. You sit humming to yourself reading something on your lap, feet kicking out innocently while you wait for him. Flipping a page he gets a glimpse of what you’re reading. His feathers ruffle in satisfaction. He had plans on showing you these shots before their release date. They still needed approval from his director but he knew they were great. You flip through shot after shot humming or nodding at some. One shot makes you stop fully, eyes growing wide.

Mammon snorts to himself, knowing exactly which photo you stopped on. The next issue was focusing on “Elegance in the work space”, whatever that means. His designer for the projects went a little overboard with the cuts and designs of the business suites he was to model. The sketches and drafts she had thrust at him had made his head spin. They were all amazing in his opinion, but one had been killer, everyone had agreed on that. If he didn’t know any better he was certain that it would put him on the cover. By the way you were looking at it, he was hoping it would.

That suit really complimented all of his features. It was form fitting accenting his slim waist but hid the slight sloping of his shoulders. The gold of the threading of his vest was done up in soft floral patterns that popped against the dark navy blue of the suit's fabric. The dark blue really brought out the lightness of his eyes. The look was topped off with a bright yellow silk pocket square, polished leather wingtips and gold cufflinks. He was about to interrupt you when he saw it, that one thing he wanted more than anything.

The pink starts at your ears swiping across the bridge of your nose before blooming on your round cheeks. It was breathtaking. Thinking he was being sneaky, Mammon whips out his phone for a quick picture, no one would believe him unless he had solid evidence. But the flash gives him away.

“Mammon!” You jump caught, hands flying to cover your warm face.

“Oi! None of that!” Mammon moves quickly snatching your hands away from your face beaming. “I’ve been waiting for ages to see this face on ya, an’ all it took was a picture of me?”

“You- you clean up really nicely, Mammon.” His hearts flutter at your soft admission.

“Huh,” Mammon scratches his neck, feeling his own blush coming forth. “Well- I mean I could do that more often, so long as you keep looking at me like this when I do.” He picks up the stack of photos from the floor where you dropped them in surprise. “Ya know- I still got that suit.”

Your face turns molten- oh he was going to have a field day with this.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t even notice at first. He is kind of the same way with expressing himself too- unless food is involved. So if you are content then he is content, so who cares if you don’t show it on your face?

Well- he didn’t care, until Belphie brought it up. His twin didn’t mean anything by it; he knew that, but it made him wonder. He trusts you when you say you are happy, you have no reason to lie to him. But date nights, game nights, and family dinners you were always so impassive.

It makes him wonder, not enough to ask you though. Truthfully, he is a little embarrassed that he can’t read you as you do him. He won’t force it like his brothers might. He is patient and hopes one day it will just come naturally like it does for him around you.

Mini Fic

Beel watches you over his lunch. You two were silent as you ate, but that was to be expected on days like these. The school cafe was packed with students all jockeying to get a place in line for today’s special. He had gotten there early for the both of you to gap a few of the specials and sides before they were gone. “Are you ok?” He puts his fork down leaning in close to speak to you across the small table. It creaks dangerously under the weight of his elbows on it. You look up from your tea mug. He smiles at your perpetually mild expression, your eyes were hard but your lips and brows were relaxed giving away nothing.

“Of course.” You smile up at him, face smooth and controlled. “Just excited about tonight.”

Hmph, could have fooled him. Beel leans back, studying you intently. He hopes you were as excited as he was for tonight. A new arcade had opened on the edge of town last week and he thought it would be a great date night for the two of you. He had expressed to you on several occasions how he was looking forward to the roller rink and the hoop games. You seemed eager, giving him a closed lip grin every time he brought it up. “Me too.” Beel says finally turning back to his food. “Think we will win any prizes?”

You snort dismissively. “Us? The dream team? I would be surprised if we didn’t win something. Have you seen the plushies?” You pull out your phone and show him their Devilgram. “I want to try and get the hydra one…” You prattle on and scroll through all the cute prizes on their site. He nods along taking a mental note of all the ones that you pointed at, determined to get each and every one for you.

School goes by quickly, far too quickly for him. Each tick of the clock caught him by surprise, jacking his nerves up more and more. It wasn’t like it was his first date with you, but it never stopped the butterflies from starting in his stomach. After school he changes quickly and waits for you by your bedroom door. He fiddles with the zipper of his jacket until you finally open your door.

“Ready?” The smile you throw up at him is breathtaking. “Hope you don’t mind my get up. You mentioned a roller ring so I figured something sporty and functional would be appropriate.” You kick out a leg waving a hand over your bright sport leggings.

Beel chuckles offering you his large hand. “You look adorable as always.”

Being with you was as easy as breathing to him now. After all your time together in the house getting to know you you became one of his closest friends, even before you started dating. You shared many of his interests and wasn’t afraid to argue your point if you saw fit. You fill the train ride to the arcade with idle chatter, goofy selfies to send to his siblings, and annoying the other passengers with your ill-contained chuckles.

The place itself was packed but well spread out to handle the massive throngs of demons and beasts coming for drinks and a good time. “Come on!” You shout over the other very drunk and very loud customers tugging at his sleeve. “Let’s get some coins and find an empty station.” He lets you lead. You take full advantage of his impressive frame to part the crowds around you as you hunt for a free spot. “See anything?”

Beel peers over the heads of most of the demons and looks out. In the far corner sat a few jump rope games that were free. “Stay close.” He murmurs in your ear wrapping a protective arm your shoulders so you wouldn’t be swept away in the flow of the crowd. The games were...hard. Mentally Beel kicks himself. Of course an arcade in the Devildom wouldn’t be geared for humans. They were built for demons' fast reflexes and inhuman strength. You were a good sport about it though, cheering him on when the games began to move too fast for your senses. If a game broke in his zeal to get you tickets, well you were both fast walkers.

“Think we have enough?” Beelzebub asks hours later around a popsicle. His jacket pockets bulge with multicolored tickets screaming to be spent.

You hum around a scoop of ice cream. “Possibly-” Your eyes flick to the prize booth. “And extra, you want a plushie too?” He shrugs. No doubt the moment it got into his room Belphie will steal it to add to his horde.

You end up getting your stuffed hydra and a giant fuzzy minotaur to keep it “company”. You clutch them close to your chest, seemingly happy with your bounties. After that you spend a bit at the roller ring before you finally had to call it a night. Exhausted you lag behind Beel as you make your way back to the train station, feet dragging with each step.

Wordlessly, Beel stops just in front of you. “Here,” He squats, offering you his back, arms stretched out behind him. “I can take us the rest of the way to the stop.” He feels you hesitate for a moment before climbing on to his back.

“Thank you.” He thinks nothing of how soft your voice was, just barely a tickle at the base of his neck. Beel treks one once you are secure, stuffing his hands in his pockets to lock you in place. The rest of the walk was quiet but he didn’t mind it, your warm body and soft breathing in his ear was a comfort.

He stops at the benches with a few minutes to spare before your train. “We are here. Do you want-” He gasps quietly, cutting himself off before he could accidentally wake you. You sleep on unperturbed by his voice. Your hold on around his neck was tight, your head buried in his neck.

It seems only when you're sleeping do you let your guard down. A blush sweeps across your face, your lips pulled up into a serene smile. You looked-happy. Happy in a way he never saw before. He won’t say anything about it, he decides. He’ll cherish this tiny expression all the same. Perhaps one day he’ll see when you're awake too.

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warnings: dilf!taeil, breeding kink, age gap, just the usual.

“Hey, dad. I’m going out with y/n.”

“You should bring her home sometime.” Mr. Moon answered, eyes fixed to the documents between his hands. “I haven't seen her in a while.” And he perfectly knew the reason for that.

You'd been avoiding him since last summer when Jeno and his father took you on their family vacation. A few drinks were all it took for Mr. Moon to spill the tea, telling you how pretty you were, how much he craved to be with you. Things moved on pretty quickly from that moment, a few kisses and empty promises were exchanged while Jeno passed out in the hotel room you shared.

The next day, you woke up hungover and regretful. Mr. Moon thought things between you would finally take a different direction, but you started ignoring him. You avoided any kind of contact with him, trying to erase the memories from that night.

It was an understatement to say that he missed you, not only romantically, but your cheerful presence would always lighten up his mood, no matter how stressful the situation was.

“She’s outside, I'll call her in, just wait a second.” His son sprinted out, a string of cursing becoming louder and louder as your friend dragged you into the house.

“I’ll cut your hand off, Jeno!” You slapped the hand he was holding you with repeatedly.

“Long time no see, y/n.” God, how much you hated the effect his voice had on you. It was like he deliberately talked in that tone to allure you.

“Hello, Mr. Moon.” Your head was slightly bent, avoiding his eyes.

“What is it with you two?” Jeno frowned, aware of the slight change in the atmosphere.

“We need to leave if we don't want to miss the movie.” You tugged his sleeve. “See you around, Mr. Moon.”

“I hope we can see each other again soon.”

And you did, well, more like Jeno tricked you into it. He noticed things weren't the same between you and his father, and as your brother from another mother, he wanted you to be close to his family.

“Jeno?”

“Y/n?” Mr. Moon asked from the highest step of the stairs. “What are you doing here? Jeno isn't home.”

“That motherfucker.” You pulled out your phone, a couple of texts from Jeno illuminating your screen.

‘Sorry, something came up. Please wait for me.’

“Wait.” Mr. Moon rushed down the stairs, pulling your wrist before you reached for the front door. “Can I have a word with you?”

“I d-don’t think that's a good idea.”

“Why are you avoiding me? Have I done something that made you uneasy?” His thumb rubbed the skin of your hand. “Talk to me.”

“It's nothing!” You tried lying, but he could see right through you.

“Y/n, please. I miss you.” He pleaded.

“I'm terrified, alright?” He felt a hint of guilt as tears started rolling down your beautiful cheeks. “I want to be with you, I really do! But I'm scared of what people might say, or what Jeno might think. I can't expect him to be happy with the whole situation between you and me.” He wanted to hold you, to dry your tears. “It hurts not being able to be with the one that you love.”

Love. That's how you truly felt about him.

“No one has to know.” He whispered, face inches away from your own. “We can keep this a secret until you're ready.”

“And who's gonna tell my parents? You?” Their reaction was the one that troubled you the most, to be honest. They'd been friends with Mr. Moon since their college years, your father would probably murder him if he found out.

“Yes.” For you, he was willing to lose his dearest friends. “As long as I get to be with you.” His hand slid from your wrist to your waist, the scene oddly familiar. “Our first kiss was just like this.”

“We shouldn't...” Yet, you closed your eyes, letting his lips taste yours.

It wasn't long until his hands were holding the back of your head, fervently kissing you. Your hands were positioned above his forearms, your lips trying to keep up with his.

“Shall we go upstairs, darling?” You nodded, allowing him to lift and carry you all the way to his room. He lowered you gently on his bed, moving his laptop and notebook to his desk.

“Were you working on something?” Your chest rose and fell rapidly, body extremely hot from the previous make-out session.

“It can wait.” He slowly unbuttoned his black dressing shirt, curiously looking at you as your legs rubbed against each other. “Needy much, huh?”

“Stop it.” Mr. Moon grinned, obliging to your commands. He placed himself on top of you, both hands on each side of your head.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” You answered with no hesitation. You trusted him with your life, you knew he would never do anything to harm you.

Your lips touched again, this time his hands slowly undressing you, stroking your tender skin. He kissed every single uncovered spot, loving the small noises you'd make.

“Is this your first time?”

“No.” He was disappointed, but quickly disposed of the negative emotions. You were there with him, and that's all that mattered.

As soon as his clothes were off, he penetrated you, throwing his head back at the feeling of your walls hugging him. Your nails carved into his back as the sound of skin slapping became louder.

“Mr. Moon.”

“Yes, darling?” His nose was scrunched from the pleasure, thrusts becoming sloppy as his high approached embarrassingly fast.

“Can you come inside?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “I’m on the pill! I just...I just like the feeling.” He leaned down to peck your eyelids, the simple action had your stomach doing a flip.

“Breeding kink?” Well, if you had to label it, that would probably be the official name. “Whatever you want, little one.”

Just as you thought his pace was finally slowing down, he increased it again, repeatedly hitting your G-spot. How could a 40-year-old man have such stamina?

“A-ah, Taeil.”

“My name sounds so pretty when you say it.” One final thrust was all it took for him to spill his load inside your whole, regardless, he kept moving, trying to trigger your orgasm. “Come on, darling, let go for me.” One of his hands came down to your core, thumb drawing circles over the sensitive nub.

Needless to say, it only took a few more seconds for you to release. Your body was limp and sweaty, legs feeling slightly numb. Taeil groaned as he pulled out, his length was coated with yours, and his essence.

You cleaned yourselves up, giggling at each other’s fucked out faces. After confirming Jeno was staying over at a friend's, Mr. Moon lent you one of his pajamas, letting you sit between his limbs as he worked on his laptop.

“That looks complicated.” You pointed out, looking at the sales reports.

“Would you like for me to explain it?”

His voice was ever so soothing that you were snoring two minutes into his explanation. But he didn't mind, it was more than clear you were exhausted. He let you rest again in his chest, oddly focusing more than usual on his work.

#nct smut #nct angst #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios

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fluffymcu · 3 years

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Letting Loose

Requested chapter 21

This is a continuation of my series and all future chapters that I write for this series will be written as requested chapters

Request: Bucky has to fight for his bed back after you decide it’s yours now @raincloudanon

Word count: 2,175

You woke up in a sweat, immediately wanting to go to Steve’s room and explain to him about your nightmare and hug him closely. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t here. He was on a mission, which is why you were having a nightmare.

You dreamt that your brother was killed in battle and that Tony and the rest of the team were carrying his body back home in a bag. Tony walked over to you with a mourning face and was about to put his hand on your shoulder to tell you the horrible news when you snapped awake.

Taking a few deep breaths and holding back the tears, you got out of bed and walked down the hallway. The next best person to go to for comfort was Bucky. You knew he battled with nightmares too so you knew he could relate to you.

Reaching his door, you peeked inside to see him sleeping on his back, with his flesh arm draped over his eyes, snoring softly. You almost felt bad to be waking him up when it was a good night for him. He rarely got to sleep at night. But you knew he would want you to wake him up instead of dealing with a nightmare alone. You walked over to his side of the bed and gently grabbed his arm, slowly pulling it away from his face. “Bucky?” You whispered.

With a sharp inhale, he woke up and looked at you, smiling softly. “Hey muffin, what’s up?” He asked, his voice raspy as he turned his body a bit to face you. You looked down to the ground as bit your lip.

“I had a nightmare.” You squeaked, a tear finally dropping down your cheek. Bucky frowned and opened his arms to you.

“Oh, baby, come here. I’m so sorry you had a nightmare.” He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged and sighed. “I just dreamt that Steve died on the mission... and the team was bringing him home in a bag. It was so scary and it felt so real.” You sniffled, trying not to cry anymore. Bucky hummed and kissed the crown of your head.

“Again honey, I’m so sorry. But it was just a dream. Steve is just fine. You know he can take care of himself.” He said reassuringly. You knew that was true, but you couldn’t shake the thought of the possibility of him losing his life on the mission.

With hopefulness in your voice, you looked at Bucky with your famous puppy eyes. “Can we call him?...Just to make sure?” You asked. Bucky looked in your eyes for a moment. He knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, considering he could be on an important stealth mission or they could catch him at a wrong time. But he knew the feeling you were feeling. Desperation to feel sure of something. So how could he say no to you? Plus, he couldn’t lie, those puppy eyes did wonders.

With a soft smile, he nodded. “Sure muffin. We can try. Let’s see if he picks up.” He said, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialing Steve’s number, putting it on speaker. It rang for what felt like forever, but finally, he picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

Your face immediately lit up as you featured the biggest smile ever when you heard his voice. A huge wave of relief washed over your whole body and you thanked God he was okay. Bucky also smiled when he saw your reaction and he chuckled, patting your side.

“Hey Steve, you busy?” Bucky asked, holding the phone up.

“I got a few minutes, What’s up?”

“There’s someone who wants to talk to you..” He hummed, leaning the whole your way. You smiled widely as you hugged Bucky closer.

“Hi Steve!” You chirped.

“Hey, bubba.” Steve hummed, grinning at the sound of your voice. “I miss you!”

You giggled and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I miss you too.” You said.

“She wanted to check to see if you were okay. She had a little nightmare and it kinda scared her a bit. So she’s checking on you.” Bucky said, chiming in.

“Aww, Princess, of course I’m okay. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You know I’ve been fighting bullies bigger than me since I was a kid. I know you were really young but I know you can remember me coming home all beat up. I can handle myself, alright?” He said.

“Yeah, I know. I just get worried sometimes. I’m waiting for you to come home already.”

“I know Princess. It’s okay. And I’ll be home in a few more days.”

You nodded, your smile falling just a bit. “Okay.”

“Have you started making the plans for my welcome home cake yet?” He asked, the smile in his voice evident. Your smile picked back up as you smirked.

“Nohoho. Not yet.” You said, shaking your head a bit.

“Well you better hurry! Cause I’m not coming home unless I know I’m coming home to a welcome home cake...” He threatened playfully. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to have a long vacation over here... I heard the beaches here are beautiful.” He teased, making you giggle.

“Ohokay, okay, you’ll get your cake.” You chuckle, playing with the fabric of Bucky’s shirt.

“I better..,” He warned. After that, you heard Sam calling Steve in the background and you knew he was going to have to leave now. Part of you felt sad but at least you knew he was okay and that’s more than what you could have asked for. “I have to go now princess. But don’t worry about me. Just have my cake ready and I’ll be there, okay?”

You smiled softly and nodded. “Okay,, Be safe.”

“Alright, man. See you soon.” Bucky said.

“..Bye...” You sighed, your voice fading a bit at the end. “Love you.”

“Bye bubba. I love you too.”

The line clicked and Bucky put his phone back down on the nightstand. “See? Everything’s fine. Steve is okay.” He said, smiling at you. You nodded with a grin and buried your face into his chest.

“Thank you for calling him.” You said, your voice muffled. Bucky chuckled and patted your back.

“Of course, doll. Anything for you.” He hummed. “Think you can rest easy now?” You nodded with a soft smile. “Good. Just to make sure, you can sleep here tonight in case you need anything else. Your head lifted up to look at him with a wide smile.

“Really?”

“Of course princess!” He chuckled, throwing the blanket over you and cuddling you close. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt so warm and peaceful and calm. You quickly felt yourself fall asleep.

“Thanks Buck.” You mumbled, falling asleep right after, Bucky soon following.

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You woke up to Bucky’s alarm clock blaring at 7:00am. You groaned lightly and stirred a bit as you opened your eyes. Bucky had just turned back over from turning the alarm off and smiled sweetly at you. “Good morning, sunshine.” He sang.

You returned the gesture with a smile and gripped the sheets tighter. “Good morning.”

“Feel a little better today?” Bucky asked, rubbing your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Mmhmm!” You hummed, nodding. Bucky smiled with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Good, I'm glad… now get out; off you go.” He said, waving you off. “Id like to have my bed back for the last few minutes of my morning before I have to get up and train.” He sighed playfully, although he did mean what he said.

“Mm-mm.” you hummed, shaking your head cheekily and hugging his pillow. “This is my bed now.” You giggled.

Bucky raised his eyebrows and looked at you incredulously. “Uhh, no it is not, ma’am. Imma need it back.” He declared, giving you a side smirk. Still, you stood your ground.

“Nope. I'm staying here. You can spend the last minutes of your morning on the floor.” You smirked, nodding once.

Bucky gasped silently and smiled at your sudden confidence. He was gonna smush that real fast. “Oh really? Then it looks like I'm gonna have to fight to get my bed back, huh?” he asked, suddenly tackling you and pinning you to the mattress. You squealed loudly as he began to go straight for your ribs, digging and prodding his fingers in between each bone.

“NAHAHA! Buhuhucky dohohont!” You cried, kicking out your legs as much as you could since they were the only body parts that weren’t being completely pinned down by Bucky.

“I know my rights; every person is entitled to have their own bed.” He smirked, blowing a short raspberry on your neck, eliciting a squeal. He then started to spider his fingers down your sides, until he reached your hips. You arched your back and screamed, letting out loud belly laughter as you tried to fight him off. “Oooh, this is a bad spot, isn’t it?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt with his mouth to blow big, ticklish raspberries on your belly while still not pausing his attack on your hips.

You threw your head back as you cackled, gripping his hands tightly to push them away but it was no use. Bucky started laughing along with you at your attempts to stop him. However, you were very very stubborn. Always were. “I’M STILL NOT GETTIHIHING OHOHOUT!!” You laughed, shaking your head side to side defiantly. Bucky chortled deeply and his wide smirk didn’t make you feel like you were winning.

“Ohoho, we’ll fix that right up.” He teased, grabbing your wrists in one hand and tasing the middle of your belly with the other. With a shriek, you instinctively brought your legs up to your chest but it wasn’t enough to block his hands from evilly tickling your belly.

“BUHUHUCKYYY!” You cried, tears of mirth gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“That tickles, doesn’t it? Makes you just wanna get out of my bed, huh?” He chuckled, dipping his finger in your belly button, knowing how sensitive it is for you.

You still shook your head with hysterical laughter, unable to form words. Bucky gaped at you and how you managed to take so much of this today. You usually couldn’t handle more than 5 minutes of this with him. He was impressed.

“Wow, you are a tough one to crack today, aren’t ya?” He laughed, letting go of your belly and grabbing your legs, holding your ankles in a headlock. “Guess I’m gonna have to go for the big guns.” He shrugged, rapidly vibrating his fingers in the backs of your thighs. You convulsed on the mattress letting out all kinds of shrieks and squeals, trying your best to get your legs out of his grip.

“HAHAHAHAHA BUHUHUCKYYY! STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” Your stomach was cramping form all the laughter and your voice was going hoarse. Bucky kept going however, switching legs every couple of seconds, never letting you get used to the feeling.

“Do you give?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he continued.

“BUCKY!!!”

“I guess that’s a no.” He shrugged, getting prepared to rain raspberries on your belly again but before he could, you finally gave in.

“NO WAHAHAIT! WAHAIT! I GIHIHIVE PLEASE I GIVE!” You begged, hugging yourself tightly as you let out residual laughter and regained your breath. Bucky sat back with a wide smirk.

“I knew it wouldn’t have taken much more to getcha.” He teased, pinching your side playfully, making you flint with a yelp. You growled with a fake frown and lightly kicked at him.

“You’re so evil!” You whined, pointing at him. Bucky only laughed and pulled you to his chest, sighing deeply.

“Only when I need to be.” He said, kissing your head. “And today I had to fight to get my bed back. Otherwise you would have taken over everything! First my bed, then my room, then my food, then who knows what else you’d take over?” He shrugged with his eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile.

“Whatever. You can have my bed back, I guess.” You sighed, sliding off his lap and onto the floor, quickly getting up. Bucky looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Excuse me, your bed?” He asked, leaning towards you intimidatingly. “Do we need to go over this again? Cause I still got a few more minutes before my training starts!” He threatens, poking teasingly at your belly, making you double over and back away.

“Nohoho! no mohore. I get it. It’s your bed.” You giggled, lifting a hand to surrender.

“That’s right. Now get outta here, you little monkey.” He smiled, ruffling your hair and gently pushing you in the direction of the door while he went to get changed for the gym.

You left his room with a smile and a warm heart, skipping down to the kitchen for breakfast to eat all of his pop-tarts as revenge.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fight #tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #bucky tickles reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #Bucky Barnes #spiderman x reader #spiderman

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 3 years

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Road trip

Inspiration hit me and this is what came to fruition, enjoy.

Picture prompt is from Writers Wednesday by the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Pairing: Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x gn!reader

Sitting in a Minivan with four guys was not what you had in mind when you made your vacation plans. All windows were down and the breeze was blowing in your face, catching on the thin sheen of sweat sticking to your skin.

The radio was playing softly in the background. Some country song that would annoy Santiago if he wouldn't snore slightly next to Frankie in the passenger seat. You were sitting in the second row with Benny snoring loudly next to you, Wll was in the back reading a book.

The song ended and the next was starting. 'Country Roads' was playing accompanied by Frankie and your soft humming. When the chorus hit Will joined in, Benny and your boyfriend still sleeping soundly. But not for long.

The familiar piano riff of 'American Pie' began to play. Everyone who was awake started to hum again. As the song went on the volume of Will, Fish and you increased. Benny rose from sleep and joined in. You weren't all that great at singing but Benny's voice butchered anyone's ears and could only be "enjoyed" with the influence of alcohol.

Santi rose from his sleep slowly. Not wanting to wake up from his dream. He grumbled and glared as he opened his eyes. "Can anyone Duck Tape Benny's mouth. I think my ears are bleeding." Everyone was starting to laugh. "Aww, Pope. You're just an uncultured swine. You just can't enjoy fine art." Will snorted at his brother. "Benny, I'm used to more sweeter sounds than your croaking." Santi was winking at you while he spoke to the younger Miller brother. You felt like your head caught fire.

The song came to an end and the news. After that a new song started. "Finally some good fucking song.", was your boyfriend's reply to 'Highway to Hell' playing on the radio. Santi's singing voice was out of everyone in the car, the most enjoyable one. You can't count how often you fell asleep while Santi was humming a tune when you were cuddling. And so everyone except for Frankie's and Santi's eyes began to drop again.

After a while Frankie looked into the back if it was safe to talk. Pope raised one of his eyebrows. "You gonna ask her already, pendejo?" Santi rolled his eyes. Nodding he told his best friend his plan. "Who would have thought. Santiago Garcia being romantic for once in bis life. That's why you insisted that we would visit the Grand Canyon." Pope chuckled and shook his head. Caught! Both men joked and poked at each other. Mindful of the sleeping passengers.

After an hour Benny stirred and let out a yawn. Joining the banter. Will woke up a little later. Benny started the game of 'When are we there'. You stirred awake when Frankie groaned loudly out of annoyance. "Sorry, sweetheart." You just tiredly gestured with your hand that it was okay.

"Ah Fish, when are we there?" Benny, ever the child, asked for the fifth time in half an hour. Frankie's patience was running on thin ice by now. He glanced at Will through the rear-view mirror, "How much would you miss him if we abandoned him on the side of the road like a unwanted dog?" Will looked like he was debating whether he would miss his brother or not. "Mhm, no." "Good next stop, Benny will be left there to fend on his own." Benny objected, "Hey no! Flower tell Fish to reconsider. Please with cherries on top." You looked at The younger Miller with an unamused expression on your face. The whole car was looking at you for your answer. "Mhm, no. You woke me up. Let's leave him at the next stop." Fish cheered, your boyfriend laughed, Will shook his head in amusement and Benny stared at you dumbfounded. "But it was Fish-" "No, he was annoyed because of you being an annoying man-child again. You are to blame." You two started a very heated argument. Meanwhile Fish whispered to Pope, "Please marry them all ready. If you must, elope." "I'm planning to",was your - for now - boyfriend reply.

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia fanfiction #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia #santiago garcia imagine #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #triple frontier fanfiction

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 4 years

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Dust in the wind (part 1)

Summary: Dick and the reader are celebrating their wedding went something unexpected happens. This is basically the plot for infinity war but with Dick.

Requested: yes by @bub

Parings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: angst, character death, implied smut but nothing really

Notes: Sorry for any mistakes and thanks for the awesome prompt i’m happy enough with what i came with so hopefully you guys enjoy it too!

*gifs belings to @riseofnightwing

The dark blue curtains billowed as the gentle breeze of the morning summer came pushing through them. Dick had just woken up from a deep sleep that left him surprisingly well rested. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his phone from underneath his pillow. 7.45 am it read, it was still early to start the day, so he stayed in bed for a little while. He soon fall asleep with the sound of the waves crashing down into the shore. He woke up, for the second time, around 10 am. He felt a hot body pressed to his side and when the sleep finally left his body, he realised that his girlfriend was clinging onto his side. One of her arms was draped across his chest while the other was underneath her head. She was snoring lightly -a fact she would deny till death- and her hair was sprawled on her face. Dick chuckled at the sight of the sleeping woman and pushed her hair out of her face trying hard not to wake her up, but failing. She stirred awake and looked at Dick with a sleepy grin on her face "morning you" she said moving closer to Dick despite the hot weather. He couldn't understand how she was not dying in this heat, it was 10am and he was already sweating. Dick didn't like hot weather. At all. But he was not going to complain when her best friends and teammates decided that he and Y/n needed a well deserved vacation from the craziness that San Francisco had to offer on a daily basis.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" He asked her kissing her forehead and untangling himself from her grasp to get a better look at her. Even with her hair sticking up in all directions and her eyes half closed, Dick thought that she was the prettiest girl in the world.

She grumbled in response and rolled over to get out of the bed

"I'm gonna take a shower" she said rummaging through her clothes looking for something clean enough to wear. They were on vacation there was no way they were doing laundry. "And you're joining me" she finished looking over her shoulder and throwing Dick a seductive wink. This made Dick sprint to the bathroom running after her. She squealed when Dick picked her up and threw her under the cold water.

He lived for moments like this; where the only thing that could happen to them was to run out of food. Dick promised himself, and her, that they would make the most out of this mini vacation, and he was going to fulfill that promise.

He got out of the shower first, leaving her alone to actually take a shower. With a towel around his waist he sat down in front of his bag and looked through it for the black velvet box. Inside of it was a beautiful ring. He put it on his jeans pocket and got dressed.

That day he was going to propose to Y/n. It's been long overdue and he was scared shitless, but excited at the same time.

After a big breakfast that included almost everything on the menu -because they were on vacation goddammit they were going to eat until they exploded - they decided to go to the beach to enjoy some summer sun and maybe swim a little bit. They picked a spot away from everyone and settled on the sand. Dick wasn't a fan of the beach to be honest, but when she gave him puppy eyes and pouted her lips there was no way in hell, he would say no.

It was night time when Dick's plan took action. They were going to eat at some not-so-fancy-restaurant and when the night would come to an end, he would propose.

Nearing the end of the evening, Dick and Y/n walked hand in hand on their way back to the hotel. Dick kissed her intertwined hands and stopped in front of a little plaza near the hotel. The place was beautiful, full of flowers and trees.

"Y/n I've have been meaning to ask you something and to be honest I don't know how to start" he laughed "we've been together for almost four years and they were the happiest four years of my life" he said looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Yeah they were okay" Y/n joked making Dick rolled his eyes

"I'm trying to be romantic here" he complained trying to suppress a smile.

"Like I've said, those four year have been the best of my life, and it all comes down to one essential factor in my happiness: you" he reached inside his pocket for the back box. He kneeled in front of her and Y/n was trying real hard not to cry, but failed miserably.

"So what do you say? Will you marry me?" He asked. Y/n was sobbing by now, trying to contain her happiness but it was just too much. She nodded furiously and let Dick put the beautiful ring on her finger. He got up and pressed a kiss on her mouth a wiping her tears away, trying not to cry himself.

"I love you so much Dick" she said kissing all over his face. "So, so much".

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It's been three months since Dick proposed to her and the preparations for the wedding where making her insane. There were so many things she needed to take care of. The venue, the cake, flowers, everything, and the most important item: the dress. To be honest she wasn't really expecting to ever get married specially in her line of work. Heroes don't tend to live enough to get married and have a family, but for some divine reason she got lucky enough to meet Dick.

It was a good thing her father in law was a billionaire and offered to take care of all the expenses. Still, she didn't want a big wedding. Just the team, Bruce and of course Alfred. She didn't want to draw unwanted attention either. A superhero wedding? Yeah that kind of stuff draws the attention of the worst kind of people, so she opted for something simpler. Dawn and Donna and even Rachel helped her with most of the details,like which flowers did she want for her bouquet,or what kind of flavour the cake was going to be. Doing this kind of task gave her a sense of normality that she didn't have much of in her life. None of them had it, so everyone jumped to the opportunity to take their minds off of their hectic lives. Even the boys would help.

Y/n was getting already under the covers when Dick got out of the shower. She was too engrossed with whatever was on her phone that she didn't realized that Dick had been staring at her for the past minute. When she finally put her phone down she noticed the weird look in her boyfriend's eyes

"What's up?" What are you looking at me like that?" She asked confused

Dick chuckled and moved closer to her "nothing it's just,I still can't believe we're getting married" he said looking down.

"I mean that sort of thing doesn't happen to people like us you know?" He reflected looking at her with soft eyes "ever since I started doing this-this job I never thought that I'd ended up engaged with the most beautiful woman on earth"

Y/n rolled her eyes trying to hide the fact,that even after four years Dick still managed to make her blush "you're a sap" she giggled "but I understand what you mean,I think the same way. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met Dick" she laughed at the last part making Dick playfully pushed her, so her back was now flat against the mattress.

"Mm you really think I'm the most beautiful ?" He asked kissing her neck

"Of course babe, the prettiest" she laughed, but soon turned into a tiny moan when he bit down her neck

He kept on kissing down her neck all the way to the valley of her breasts. Y/n sighed in content. She couldn't get enough of him.

Eight months later

" Are you nervous son? Bruce asked fixing Dick's bowtie, just like he used to whenever little Dick attended a gala. He appreciated Bruce being here, truly.

"A little, but that's good right?" Dick asked looking at himself in the full length mirror.

Bruce laughed at his son and patted his shoulder "it's perfectly normal, it's not everyday someone like us gets married, so it's always a blessing" he said reassuring the brown eyed boy.

Dick nodded and gave Bruce a hug before he went to see her new daughter in law. Jason bursted into the room telling his brother that it was time. He was getting married today, and he couldn't be any happier.

Dick stood on the altar anxiously tugging at the sleeves of his black tuxedo. When the music started to play he looked up and he swore he had died and went to heaven. There she stood with Bruce on her side. She had asked her if he could walk her down the aisle and Bruce was touched by the proposal. When she reached Dick he couldn't help but shed a few tears. She looked beautiful in her white dress that she spent months looking with Dawn and Donna's help.

She gave her bouquet to Donna who was one of her bridesmaids along with Dawn. On Dick's side Hank and Jason stood behind with huge smiles. Everyone was happy for them,truly.

It was halfway through the vows that something went wrong. Really wrong.

Y/n was the first to notice, because she felt it deep inside. The panicked didn't seem to wait much longer to break.

"Dick what's going on!?" Y/n asked walking closer to his soon to be husband

"I don't know" he replied clinging onto her for dear life "we need to get out of here now!" He screamed the last part for everyone to hear.

They didn't make it too far from the altar before Y/n tripped making Dick panicked as he tried to pick her up, but she felt like dead weight.

"C'mon baby get up we need to leave" he said grabbing her by the waist,but Y/n shook her head.

Dick tried again, to lift her up but to no avail. She couldn't move

"Dick I'm scared" she cried as he desperately tried to wipe her tears away.

"It's fine,I promise it's okay" he shushed her. His watery eyes made it difficult for him to look at her. She took her last breath before she became nothing but dust. He didn't understand what just happened. He looked around and saw that it wasn't only her that had disappeared. Dawn, Rachel, Jason. They were all gone. Dust.

He grabbed a fistful of ashes that only moments ago were his girlfriend.

This wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to get married and have a long life together. Dick screamed and cursed at God, at the sky or whoever did this.

He felt a hand softly touching his shoulder and saw a concerned Bruce, who was just as confused and scared as Dick.

"I don't know what happened here son, but we need to leave. Now" he said making Dick stand up

"No!I can't leave what if she gets back?I need to be here, for when she gets back!" He cried yanking a fistful of his hair. Trying desperately to make sense of this situation. They've never faced something like this before.

"Son i understand but she's g-" Bruce was cut off by Dick's harsh response

"Don't you dare say it Bruce!" He cried "she's not gone, she can't be" he shook his hand as he finally broke down and fall into his father's arms.

He was getting married five minutes ago and now the love of this life was dead and he couldn't understand why.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing #netflixs titans #titans imagine #titans #dcu #dc #fanfic

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doodle-zombie · 3 years

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Lamia Bonding #14: Beach Day

Warning: If you're at all squicked by self-hate due to body perception, please keep that in mind before you read this.

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Packing the boys up and taking them to the beach was... an idea that Valerie sort of regretted. The weather had gotten a lot nicer in the last few days and she loved swimming and the beach was one of those things that everyone could enjoy. She refused to take any of her boys to a crowded pool, not willing to see what chlorine would do to Sangria's beautiful scales. If it was anything close to what happened to her skin... yeah, she wasn't risking it.

It was fortunate that she had taken possible beach days into account when getting clothes for her boys and she had several sleeveless tops that would keep them decent enough not to attract weirdos. The unfortunate part was...

Swimsuits.

Valerie hadn't worn a legitimate swimsuit since the one time she'd wore a bikini, back when she was 12, and the experience had been so unpleasant it still made her feel sick. Since then she had strictly worn shorts and a tank top whenever she was swimming around other people and she tended to have massive freakouts the day before. When it came to what she looked like with less covering her Valerie was often shoved into a deep pit of sadness. None of her boys had seen her with less than a long sleeve shirt and pants on, feet completely covered as well.

Sadly, she couldn't hide behind so much coverage when it got hot enough to make her sweat. And with the boys being in her life she couldn't just hide when she wore fewer clothes.

All of the boys had slept with her, even Sangria had somehow got tired enough to actually sleep, and she woke up so hot that she'd wanted to melt. And of course, she had worn her usual fuzzy pajama pants and long sleeve shirt to sleep so she was an absolute furnace that the boys loved cuddling with. A miserable furnace. She was sure that a tail had even slipped into the leg of her pants sometime in the night.

The increase in temperature was not a very welcome change for Valerie but she peeled herself out of bed and went to check the weather report. It would be warm enough that people would be congregating at the beach, since the weather had been fluctuating so much lately, and she could admit to being somewhat excited to get to the water herself. Sure, she generally had to shave before she went or she would never be able to convince herself to leave the house but it would be worth it. Her boys would love to sunbathe in hot sand, she was sure of it!

Unfortunately, Valerie was ruthlessly reminded that none of them had seen her uncovered before. As soon as she took off her shirt and laid eyes on the old scars... she felt immediately disgusted. It was just a flash and then it was shoved aside for indifference instead but she still stared at the scars on her left arm for much too long. They didn't stop there, either. Littering any easily covered area from her chest down to her upper thighs. She had allowed herself to forget they were even there.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She wasn't ashamed of the scars, per se, but they generally got her a lot of negative attention. Add on to that, Valerie was incredibly pale and the number of comments that got her was something else entirely. When she had hair to cover the scars she could forget they were there but she feared the fight it would cause if she didn't go smooth more than people seeing her scars. Better for people to assume she'd survived an attack of some sort than to think she was a radical feminist hell-bent on taking down the patriarchy.

Marmalade was drawn in by her negativity just as she was finally putting clothes on, shorts, and a tank top as she usually wore when the weather was warm. Not only would it be the first time he saw her scars but it would be his first glimpse of the tattoos as well. The green eyes of the wolf on her left side were what greeted him while she carefully put her hair up into a ponytail. Valerie tried to summon a believable smile for her Chain but she could tell if fell flat by his open skepticism. Of all her boys, he knew her the best.

"We're going to the beach," she announced, hands on her hips to avoid rubbing at her arms. "Can you make sure everyone gets ready while I prepare the snacks?"

"'k."

Well, that was the least amount of fuss she had ever gotten about anything. Marmalade wasn't big on fussing with her but he was usually capable of a bit of funny, fake tantrum-throwing to make her smile. She was still anticipating a tantrum but likely from Currant because the chances of someone making a comment on her boys were high. People wouldn't understand how she kept a Coral and a Mamba together, or why she had them in such large sizes when the bitty versions were "sooo much better don't you know?"

Ugh, she was already disgusted.

Nothing that she came up with prepared her for what actually happened.

Arriving at the beach was the easy part, her van fit all the boys with moderate comfort and they could assist her when it came down to moving things around. Lapis was already napping, sprawled across her shoulders and snoring away. Currant wouldn't help, still incredibly wary and insistent on clinging to her side. Marmalade and Sangria were already off, the Mamba declaring he would find the perfect spot for them to bask and his clutch brother rolling the small lights in his sockets. Other people gave Sangria a wide berth, unwilling to be on the receiving end of his venomous ire by accidentally touching him when they weren't allowed to.

Valerie followed with a little laugh, holding Currant's hand so she could still walk but they wouldn't get separated. His reaction to the sand was a little shiver of bliss, the grains perfectly warm against the dense magical scales of his tail. She was surprised to find that, though her boys weren't the only lamia around, she had the only full-size lamia on the whole beach. There were a few people who had the distinct forms of Chain lamia, one or two had Corny lamia bitties, but nobody had a Mamba or Coral. In fact, the most common type she saw was the Papython and she even saw more Kings!

The only lamia types she didn't see at all were Mamba, Coral, Pygmy, and Honey Bo. And that made her really sad, a Pygmy would love to be taken to the beach! She had almost assumed there were no Kraits but a squint towards the water revealed their characteristic pattern bobbing amongst the waves. Valerie even saw some bitty types she'd never seen before, including a few skeletons with wings flittering about and though they were adorable she worried they'd be picked off by predatory birds and the seagulls!

She spent so long admiring the other bitty around her that Valerie had effectively been ignoring the comments being passed around about her. It wasn't anything new and having her focus on it once again meant that Val just clenched her teeth behind her smile and kept walking.

"...legs are so pale!"

"...see all those scars? What a freak."

"Does she think she's cute?"

Her hand tightened around Currant's phalanges, drawing his crimson eye lights up to her face. Val was trying her hardest not to think about how much she once firmly believed what these people were saying about her. She wasn't some skinny girl who could pull off a swimsuit and feel confident that everyone thought she was cute. Ah, she remembered why she never got a roommate and why she preferred to live so far from other people.

Why her only friends were monsters she adopted to care for.

"HOW DARE YOU SSSSSAY SSSSUCH LIESSSS ABOUT MY HUMAN!"

The booming, enraged voice of Sangria sharply cut through her mental anguish. While she was stuck in her own head they had managed to reach Sangria and Marmalade, both of which were incredibly irritated by the comments they'd heard directed at her. Sangria was puffed up angrily, so far off the ground and emitting a deep hiss that he looked much larger than she knew he was. Marmalade's tail was buzzing, something Valerie had never seen him do before, and the menacing glare on his face showed he would tolerate no disrespect towards his bonded. People that had been close seemed much more interested in putting distance between themselves and her boys.

Currant quickly joined in on their posturing, less withdrawn once he was around the others, and added in a lot of very.... colorful insults. Even Lapis, her lazy boy, was tensed around her neck and glaring darkly from beneath one of her plugs.

"Well," she drawled, amused at how quickly their section of the beach had been vacated. "That's one way to guarantee we have enough space to bask."

"not funny," Currant and Marmalade hissed together, twin stares daring her to pretend she was OK.

Ever the large personality, Sangria wasted no time in taking her mind off the insults to her person.

"Put your human sun lotion on," he commanded, hands upon his hips. She had to squint to look at his tail, which was just beautiful under the sun. "The last thing we need is you getting burned."

"I love you guys," she breathed, absolutely delighted by the colorful range of blushing skulls.

#zombie writes #sangria #marmalade #lapis #currant #self insert #tw: body negativity

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years

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A Change in the Weather AU (inspired by Cacophonylights's A Change in the Weather) - Chapter 32

Read on AO3.

Warning for mention of past sexual assault.

It’s around ten in the morning when Sebastian and Kurt wake in their tent out on the porch, rattled to consciousness by Sebastian’s ringer slicing through the lull of the still pouring rain. Kurt hears Sebastian groan, hears him curse at it, mumbling something about not answering it out of spite and wouldn’t that show it who’s boss? Kurt chuckles at his boyfriend’s sleep-deprived ridiculousness, but Sebastian has no one to blame for this oversight but himself. Kurt had left his phone in the bedroom before they’d retired to the porch for this very reason.

He didn’t want to be disturbed.

They’re both dog tired. More than that. Whatever animal dogs use as a metaphor when they get tired, that’s what Kurt and Sebastian are.

It’s comfy in their tent out on the porch. Too comfy to deal with things like phone calls when Kurt and Sebastian are lying next to one another, asleep in each other’s arms. Kurt feels Sebastian stir, mumbling again about how he’s willing to punch his phone to fucking pieces if it doesn’t knock it off, then settle back into their cozy cocoon.

“You could just shut it off, you know,” Kurt reminds him, giggling when he feels Sebastian’s breathing hitch.

“Yeah, all right,” he says without owning up to his mistake. He reaches underneath his pillow to get it, but before his fingers touch it, it obligingly stops ringing. “There you go then. I guess that’s that.”

“Who was it?” Kurt asks, completely unaware of anything outside Sebastian’s tirade with his eyes closed.

“Don’t know, don’t care. They’re gone. That’s all that matters.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kurt says, surrendering to the hug that envelopes him from behind. Sebastian’s soft snores fill the tent again, and Kurt takes that as his cue to go back to sleep, the patter of the rain on the outside skin of the tent a powerful sedative.

But right as Kurt gets ready to re-visit his fantasy from last night in the darkness behind his eyelids, Sebastian’s phone rings again, dragging them both further into consciousness.

“Argh! What do you want?” Sebastian whines. Kurt rolls to his opposite side in their sleeping bag as Sebastian proceeds to verbally berate his phone. Kurt is reluctant to do anything that qualifies as moving, but he so wants a front seat to this temper tantrum. If he’s going to have his sleep repeatedly interrupted, he wants to be entertained.

And besides, if Sebastian had turned off his phone, they wouldn’t be having this issue.

Again, the phone stops ringing, but it starts immediately up, and Sebastian fishes it out without stalling this time to put an end to its reign of terror. “Ugh. Too bright,” he murmurs, squinting at the screen. But something he sees stops him from shutting his phone down. “Wait a minute …”

“What?”

“It’s Liv.” Sebastian stares harder, making sure. “Pfft. Her timing is impeccable.”

“Shouldn’t she be here?” Kurt asks. “She didn’t mention having any plans for the morning.”

“I don’t happen to have her social calendar memorized, but mumsy and dadums probably took her and Brian out to brunch. If Julian went with them, you know what that means …” Sebastian bites his lower lip suggestively, growls for good measure.

“Pizza for breakfast?” Kurt teases.

“No …” Sebastian says. “You … on the living room couch. This way you won’t be able to even look at a couch cushion without getting a hard on.”

“Kinky,” Kurt says, his heart fluttering at hummingbird speeds from the smile Sebastian flashes him, broadcasting his intentions on devouring him whole. Still, Kurt can’t help thinking Sebastian looks more than a little nervous. That thought doesn’t dim as Sebastian answers his phone.

“Hello, Olivia!” Kurt yells before Sebastian gets the chance.

“Hello, sister dear,” Sebastian says, voice dripping venom. But Olivia doesn’t rise to the challenge.

“Hey,” she says in a guarded tone. “How’s it going? Did you guys have fun last night?”

“We did,” Kurt answers for his yawning boyfriend. He rests his head against Sebastian’s chest, their tent so quiet despite the rain, he’s able to hear Olivia even though his ear is nowhere near the phone. “Very much.”

“That’s good. I’m glad,” she says. She sounds happy for them, but also distracted. “Have you guys seen Julian by any chance?”

“No. We’re not even awake yet,” Sebastian replies. “We are currently enjoying the sleep in and cuddle phase of being on vacation!”

“So no phone calls or anything?” Olivia reiterates without any of her usual teasing, her syrupy swooning over how sweet the two of them are together. “No texts?”

The scowl drifts from Sebastian’s face at the concern in his sister’s voice, the urgency behind her questions. “No, Liv. Nothing. Why?”

“We can’t find him.”

“Is that all?” Sebastian relaxes, but not enough to erase the worry lines from around his eyes. “He’s just bummed out over Cooper. He’ll turn up. He always does. It’s only … fuck …” Sebastian exclaims when he glances at his phone screen “… ten in the morning!”

“Seb,” Liv says firmly, trying to make her younger brother hear her, “he left early. He didn’t tell us where he was headed, but he was in such a hurry, I thought Cooper had arrived. I thought … I thought things were finally going to work out for him. But he hasn’t checked in, and we’ve been calling him for hours.”

“Julian’s not really a check in sort of person,” Sebastian points out. “Never has been. But maybe Cooper did come through and they’re at a hotel. You know Julian …”

“His phone has stopped going to voicemail,” she interrupts, nearing her wit’s end. There’s a knot between Olivia’s words, an unlevel platform struggling to keep her voice steady enough for her to tell them the rest. But she doesn’t have to. Kurt feels Sebastian’s chest tighten beneath his cheek and he just knows. It’s contagious, Kurt’s chest tightening shortly after. “He’s gone, Sebastian. He’s just … gone.”

“Where are you now?” Sebastian asks.

“We’re out looking for him. Brian and I are still local but Mom and Dad are heading farther north.”

“Don’t worry.” Sebastian throws off the covers, mouthing the words I’m sorry to Kurt when a sudden block of cold air hits them both like an anvil and Kurt’s teeth chatter. “Kurt and I are going to head out in a few minutes and help. We’ll find him, Liv.”

“Do you have any idea where he might be?”

“I have a hunch.” A pained expression colors his tired face, but it disappears quickly. “Let us go. I’ll text you in about thirty, let you know our game plan.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she says, a bit more relaxed than when she first called.

“Awww, are you worried about me, sis?” Sebastian coos.

“Well … I’m worried about Kurt mainly. But sure - you, too.”

Sebastian retaliates with a rude noise. Olivia laughs conservatively, and things feel closer to rectified. “Thanks a lump.”

“Bearing that in mind, maybe Brian and I should swing by and pick him up …”

“Goodbye, Liv,” Sebastian sings, disconnecting the call. He stares at the screen, or at his reflection in it - Kurt can’t tell. But he knows Sebastian is thinking.

“What’s up?” Kurt asks when Sebastian starts swiping through his call log.

“I’m checking to see if Julian did try to contact us this morning, but we were too dead asleep to wake up.”

“Unlikely seeing as Olivia’s calls woke us up.”

“Yeah, well, it took her five tries,” Sebastian says, showing Kurt his screen.

“Wow.”

“I know. My mom and dad tried nine and we missed them, too.” Kurt watches Sebastian’s eyes scan the numbers on his screen. When he reaches the end, he scrolls back to the beginning and checks again. “Crap! There’s nothing.”

Sebastian and Kurt recline together in the silence, Kurt staring at Sebastian, unsure what they’re supposed to do next; Sebastian looking Kurt over appraisingly, a hundred and one thoughts at work behind his eyes.

“What?” Kurt asks, unable to take Sebastian’s silence any longer, his pensive stare that prickles Kurt’s skin and not in a good way, not when he feels like they should be doing something! “Do I have something on my face?”

Kurt can tell by the way the right corner of Sebastian’s mouth quirks that he has a comeback for that one, but he doesn’t let it out. “I may have a way to find him, but you have to swear you won’t tell anyone!”

“You don’t trust me!?” Kurt gasps since that’s the absolute last thing he’d expected Sebastian to say at this stage of their relationship, fledgling or not.

“Lawful good, babe. Remember?” Sebastian replies like that explains everything. “Plus I know you. If you think we’re in over our heads, you’ll call in reinforcements whether I want you to or not. And I need you to trust me on this one, okay?”

“Hypocrite much?” Kurt mutters.

“I need you to trust me,” Sebastian repeats, sounding as urgent as Olivia did doing her darndest to get through her brother’s thick skull, “and do what I’m asking without question, just this once.”

“Sebastian! I’m not going to tell on you! Your brother’s in trouble! I’m going to do anything in my power to help you out!”

Sebastian blinks at Kurt, doesn’t seem relieved by his response. His brows draw together, an unamused look brewing in his eyes. “Mmm … hmmph …” he says, going back to his phone, not at all thrilled by Kurt’s enthusiasm. Kurt rolls his eyes because he can’t with his boyfriend, acting jealous at a time like this!

Sebastian holds his phone like a poker hand, close to his chest, but bit by bit, he loosens his posture as he navigates a website Kurt has never seen before. He doesn’t want to peek, doesn’t want to invade his or his brother’s privacy, but the bizarrely high-tech looking page has Kurt curious beyond belief.

“Okay, I have to ask,” he says, breaking down. “What is that? What are you doing?”

Sebastian gives him a look, still thoroughly unamused, but his apparent need to talk through this with someone wins out in the end. “Julian has two phones. Has for a while now. He has the one our folks set up for him with the number he’s had forever, and one he bought for himself. I’m the only one in our family who knows about it. Only two people have that number including me. Anyway, both of his phones have a GPS tracking function, but he tends to turn it off on his main phone.”

“But not on the second one?”

“It’s a safety net. In case he gets himself into any real shit, at least I can find him.” Kurt watches Sebastian flip through screens, eyes following his finger as he scrolls. What starts as a blank, inscrutable expression swiftly becomes a frown. “Of course, I don’t actually trust him as far as I can throw him, so I downloaded an app called Spyine.” Sebastian smirks. “It’s one of those apps that jealous husbands use to keep tabs on their wives.”

“Well …” Kurt’s face pinches with disgust “… isn’t that morally ambiguous.”

Sebastian flips to a new screen with a map displayed and sighs. “This isn’t good.”

Kurt moves up Sebastian’s chest to see better, no longer concerned with invading privacy considering the site Sebastian is using. “What isn’t?”

“According to this, his phone is either not on, or …” Sebastian swipes back, again double checking.

Kurt gnaws on his inner cheek, wracked by the suspense. He’s beginning to feel like he’s been dropped in the middle of a Tom Clancy novel. “Or …?”

“Or he’s nowhere nearby.” Sebastian makes it sound so simple, but from the way his eyes cloud over, Kurt knows it’s not.

“Like … nowhere near the beach house?”

Sebastian shakes his head but he doesn’t explain. Kurt’s stomach flips. He feels out of his depth and completely useless. He wants to help Julian, but he has no idea where to start. He knows nothing about the technology Sebastian is using. He’s barely aware of the fact that his own phone has a GPS tracking system. As it is, he has no idea whether it’s switched on or not. He thought they’d be able to find Julian regardless using cell phone towers and pinging signals, but that’s because the only information he has on the subject comes from watching Law and Order. “What’s the reach on that thing?”

“I don’t know exactly. Far? I’ve only had to use it once, but that time, he was only a couple of miles away.” Sebastian’s head snaps up, a hint of Eureka! in his eyes. He slaps a palm to his forehead. Kurt jumps at the smack! the contact makes. It sounds like it hurt. “Shit! I have a feeling … fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I know where he’s heading!”

“Where!?”

Sebastian blows out a breath. It’s the most annoyed, frustrated, worried, anxious sound Kurt has ever heard come out of another human being, and Kurt knows, he just knows that the next words out of Sebastian’s mouth are going to open a Pandora’s box. “Westerville.” Sebastian puts both hands over his face, laughs maniacally into his palms. “Fancy a drive? I swear we’ll come back.”

“Yes.” Kurt sits up, moving aside so Sebastian can get ready. “Of course. Whatever we have to do.”

“Great,” Sebastian says, although he sounds more put out than relieved. Kurt can’t help wondering if this is a pattern for them - one of their many complicated tangos. Julian had mentioned that Sebastian has an inner mom complex. Does that extend to more than damages to home and property? Is this a habit - Julian messes up and Sebastian goes after him? What else would necessitate Sebastian downloading some super spy app onto his phone?

“We should text your parents, right?” Kurt follows Sebastian to the tent door, carrying the sinking suspicion with him that they’re not. “Let them know what’s going on?” Sebastian stops Kurt before he unzips the rain flap. He drapes a blanket over Kurt’s head and shoulders, then puts an arm around him to keep him from getting too too wet.

“Not quite yet,” Sebastian says, hurrying them the short distance across the porch to the door.

“It’s going to be a twelve hour drive! What are they going to think when we don’t come back? You have to tell them something!”

“I will tell them something!” Sebastian throws the door open and ushers Kurt inside. “I just … I need to figure out what that something is first.”

***

Sebastian doesn’t pack any of his belongings, but Kurt does. He doesn’t take everything he brought with him when they leave. After all, they plan on coming back. But he does grab a few things - a couple of shirts and some shorts he’s sick of wearing. He’d already mentioned to Sebastian wanting to stop by his house to say what’s up to his dad and tell him the good news about the check. Kurt didn’t feel right telling his father over the phone, but he wants to get it out of the way as soon as possible so that his dad won’t waste time worrying. Kurt isn’t exactly sure how much he intends on telling his dad, though he should probably consider telling him the whole truth eventually.

If Charlotte knows, Greg will, too, sooner or later. It’ll get back to his dad one way or the other.

Kurt wants his dad to hear it from him.

While they’re in Ohio, Kurt plans on depositing the check into his account (he’s been trying to do it via mobile but, again, his frickin’ phone …) and bam! One less thing to worry about.

Sebastian leaves his folks and Olivia a note letting them know that he and Kurt will be out for the afternoon and well into the evening, running down some of Julian’s hangouts. It’s not exactly a lie. In fact, it’s enough of a not lie that it’s nearly the truth. Never once does Sebastian mention in his note that any of those spots are in North Carolina so technically not a lie.

Kurt is frightened at how quickly that conclusion is to come to, and how okay he is with it.

Kurt expects Sebastian to text his parents and come clean after their first rest stop. When that doesn’t happen, he hinges his hopes on the second, which they take two hours later. But Sebastian doesn’t text them then, either. He doesn’t look at his phone at all once they hit the highway. He just drives, with so much determination, it concerns Kurt. What will happen if they show up at wherever it is they’re going and Julian isn’t there? What do they do then?

Kurt considers texting Liv on the sly to tell her that they’re okay and that they have a lead. But if he does, that would mean Sebastian is right.

Kurt is a lawful good. And that’s not necessarily a good thing.

But worst of all, it would mean Sebastian can’t trust him.

So he turns his phone off and puts it in his pocket to avoid temptation.

Half way to Ohio, they stop for a bite, and to sit down somewhere that isn’t a car. But they eat so fast, so anxious to get back on the road, Kurt barely tastes his sandwich. When they settle back into Sebastian’s Mustang with a canvas bag full of road snacks, the engine is barely cool to the touch. Sebastian merges onto the highway, hops lanes until they hit the far left, and that’s where they stay, cruising at a hair above eighty for the remainder of the way.

Kurt watches Sebastian drive for awhile, but Sebastian’s eyes don’t leave the road. He either doesn’t notice, or he’s so used to Kurt watching him, it doesn’t faze him. Kurt feels like he should say something, reassure Sebastian that they’ll find his brother, but Sebastian knows that better than Kurt does. Kurt doesn’t even know where in Westerville they’re headed. The Smythe estate? But then why didn’t Sebastian just say they’re going home? Dalton? Also a possibility, but then why not mention it?

Kurt hates waiting, but he’ll have to and see.

Kurt is tired of questions that have no answers, but he doesn’t want to pressure Sebastian for any. And since staring him down while they’re trapped inside a vehicle together might be seen as pressuring, he shifts his attention out the window to the cars driving beside them, at the trees and the grass, the gorgeous ocean they’re leaving behind.

Saying goodbye to that ocean prematurely will be one of Kurt’s biggest regrets about this adventure.

But it won’t be his only one.

***

Kurt wakes to a shrill metallic beeping spitballing through his brain. It unnerves the hell out of him since he didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep. They’d been traveling in silence, the radio on low, tuned in to a classical music station Sebastian chose. Kurt didn’t rest his head, didn’t close his eyes.

He’d blinked, and hours had flown by.

It’s night when Kurt opens them again.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Sebastian says when he hears Kurt stir. “I raised the volume on my phone in case I got a signal.”

“And?” Kurt inquires around a yawn.

“I think I’ve found him.”

“What time is it?” Kurt asks, starting conversation to ease the tension. He could check the time for himself. It’s right there on the dash.

If Sebastian isn’t too worried about Julian’s well-being, if things aren’t as serious as Kurt is beginning to fear they are, Sebastian will tease him about that.

But he doesn’t.

“Around nine,” Sebastian says. “We made really good time.”

Kurt sighs, that tight feeling in his chest becoming tighter with every mile marker they pass. “Sounds like it.”

A web of apprehension weaves its way around them both. Too much has been left in the air and it’s piling up. Kurt doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he does remember the phone calls Sebastian let go to voicemail, the text messages he didn’t pull over to read. They kept coming and coming, and Sebastian ignored them until they stopped.

Does Sebastian have the GPS tracking on his phone turned on? Are they in danger of the entire Smythe clan following them? Kurt doesn’t ask. He doesn’t want to add to Sebastian’s stress, even if his own brain is about to melt from it.

Sebastian pulls into the small side lot of a place called The Draft Room. It’s not as big as the club in Columbus, but it’s a step up from Scandals. He parks in the first empty spot, turns off the car, and sits, staring at the brick wall in front of them. Kurt scans the lot in search of Julian’s Jag, but he doesn’t see it.

That doesn’t mean Julian isn’t there.

“Are you all right?” Kurt asks, reaching out a hand to caress Sebastian’s shoulder.

“Yes?” Sebastian says, but it’s another question, not an answer. “I … kind of don’t want to do this.”

“Do you want me to go? I can look around, see if he’s there, text you if he is.”

“No,” Sebastian says, overlooking the opportunity Kurt hands him to poke fun at his menace of a cell phone. That’s two for two. “No, it’d be best if we both went. Just … stay with me? Please?” Sebastian sounds so small when he asks. So timid.

So not like Sebastian.

Kurt takes his hand. He threads their fingers together, smiling as confidently as he can with his heart trying to tear out of his chest. “Always.”

***

The place is nowhere near crowded, so even if he wasn’t wearing the tightest jeans imaginable or a leather jacket that costs about as much as Kurt’s SUV, Julian is easy to spot from the front door, sitting at a stool dead center of the bar with no one else around, as if he wants to be easy to see.

Easy to find.

Sebastian walks through the front door as if he’s pushing himself from behind to make himself go. He slides up to Julian, bumps him with his hip, and slaps a hand on his shoulder. Julian jerks in his stool and looks up at him, smile vibrant, but when his eyes lock on to Sebastian’s, when he sees his brother there next to him, his smile falls.

“Hey, baby brother,” he says, knocking on the bar and signaling the bartender. The man steps up, filling Julian’s empty shot glass with whiskey.

“Hey, Jules,” Sebastian says. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Ain’t it just?”

“You know, they have bars in North Carolina ...” Sebastian stares at Julian’s glass. Kurt doesn’t know whether he’s contemplating cutting Julian off, or knocking it back himself.

“True. But I didn’t come to Westerville to drink. I just sort of … ended up here.” Julian grabs the glass as if he knows it’s in danger, drinking down the whiskey in one gulp.

“I can see that,” Sebastian says with more sympathy than Kurt expected considering their impromptu, all-day drive. “How deep in are you?”

“Uh … I don’t know.” Julian picks up his empty shot glass and gazes into it, as if it holds the answer. “Two beers and two shots?” He wiggles the glass Sebastian’s way. “Wanna catch up?”

“No thanks. How long have you been here?”

“A few hours. Figures you’d be the one to find me.”

Sebastian shrugs. “I had help.”

Sebastian is referring to his phone, which he holds up as a visual. But Julian spots Kurt standing behind him, watching over his shoulder, and what remains of Julian’s grin - the miniscule shadow of it - dissolves.

“I didn’t give him an ultimatum,” Julian says, speaking straight to Kurt now, another human who understands the woes of falling in love with an Anderson brother. “I said that maybe inviting him to the beach house was going too far too fast. That maybe he felt like I was putting him on the spot. I told him that I would meet him half way. When I didn’t hear from him, I told him I was willing to meet him all the way …” Another shot appears, then disappears down Julian’s throat. “But he’s not coming. I know he’s not coming. I was an idiot to think he was, to think that everything was finally going to work out for us.”

“Maybe he’s just …” Kurt tries, but Julian shakes his head.

“I’ve looked for him everywhere. Called every number I ever had for him. Some of them have been disconnected for years, but I called them anyway. I even called the house.” Julian’s cheeks flush red, as if of all the things he’s done, this is the one he didn’t want to admit to. “Emily says he just … he just left. He didn’t pack a bag, didn’t tell anyone where he was going. Just pfft. Gone. I don’t know who got to him, but they got to him good.”

“I'm ... I’m so sorry,” Kurt says, his heart sinking when the light that always lingers in Julian's eyes, the one that blazes hot behind the ice blue of his irises, starts to burn low, threatening to go out.

“So many secrets …” Julian looks down at his phone clutched in his hand as if at any moment it might spring to life with a call or a text. “We’re so good at keeping secrets, aren’t we, Sebby?”

He pauses, and Kurt feels Sebastian go rigid beside him.

“Julian …”

Kurt has heard Sebastian say his brother’s name dozens of times, and in as many different ways.

He’s said it jokingly.

He’s said it seriously.

He’s spat it like a curse.

He’s said it with affection.

But this was a plea.

He was begging Julian to stop.

“We keep secrets from mom and dad," Julian continues to himself as if they aren't there, which means Sebastian’s pleas can’t reach him. "Secrets from Liv. Hell, the two of you kept the biggest secret of all. You even had me duped, though, apparently that isn't as hard as I thought.”

Julian laughs, dry and hollow, until it becomes a cough.

“Julian …” Sebastian repeats his plea softer, subconsciously searching for and taking Kurt's hand. He squeezes it tight, and Kurt can't help noticing how it shakes.

Julian shoots his brother a smirk, lifting a newly-filled shot glass in his fist in an unspoken toast and downing it in a single throw. He slams it down on the bar, the glass bottom hitting the wood with a poignant thunk.

“Now why haven’t you told him yet, Sebby?” he asks, mockingly upbeat the way depressed drunks sound when the liquor finally hits. This Julian is such a departure from the one Kurt normally sees – the suave and sophisticated sexy man whose every word speaks to Kurt’s artistic soul – that he might as well be a complete stranger. Someone who looks so much like Julian that from a distance on a cloudy day he could be mistaken for him, but turns out to not be him.

This transformation frightens Kurt, but Sebastian’s reaction to it concerns him more.

Sebastian squeezes Kurt’s hand a little too hard, arriving at a conclusion that Kurt doesn’t even realize exists.

“Tell me … tell me what?” Kurt asks Julian, then Sebastian. He would much rather hear it from Sebastian, but Julian gets to him first.

“Why it is that Sebastian went away,” Julian replies, talking to the wood grain in the bar, the bottom of his glass, everything but them. “You know it wasn’t your fault, Sebby. At least, if you tell him, he’ll know exactly how much of a bastard I really am, and you’ll never have to worry about losing him again. Not to me, anyway.”

That last part was meant as a joke, but to Kurt it feels more like a jab. Not at Kurt, and not at Sebastian. At himself. He’s skewering himself on his own metaphoric sword, one he’s been carrying around with him ever since whatever happened happened.

Whatever he’s about to say, he doesn’t expect Kurt to forgive him, or to speak to him ever again.

Kurt’s eyes meet Sebastian’s, but Sebastian isn’t looking at him. He’s staring at an insignificant speck on the bar, frozen to the spot.

Numb.

“Come on, Sebby …” Tears burn in Julian’s eyes that Kurt can hear in his voice. “You love him. He loves you. He should know, dont’cha think?”

Sebastian still can’t seem to answer. He’s paralyzed, mouth agape, unable to breathe a single word. Kurt has never seen Sebastian like this. Whatever Sebastian hasn’t told Kurt yet, whatever this pain is that the two of them hold on to, that the two of them share, Julian is getting ready to spill it. Kurt won't deny that he wants to know - he wants to help. But this is not how Kurt wants to find out.

He doesn’t want Julian outting his brother against his will.

“Julian, no,” Kurt says, even though he’s sure what he’s saying no to is the one thing he’s wanted to know all summer. “You can’t do this. You can’t hurt your brother like this. It’s not right.”

“No, Kurt! It’s my story, too!” Julian insists, unhinged. “And I … I need you to hear it, to try and forgive me because what I did made this …” He flicks a finger between Kurt and Sebastian “… so much harder for you! And you don’t deserve that!”

Julian had mentioned early on that Sebastian would never want to look weak or vulnerable. Kurt suspects they have that in common. Kurt wonders when the last time Sebastian saw his brother like this was. A while, he assumes, if the way Sebastian’s eyes widen are any indication.

“It’s … it’s fine.” Kurt’s voice is thick, on the verge of panic. He feels like he’s standing in the path of a runaway train with nowhere to run, no way to escape. “Really. Forget about it. I … I forgive you. It’s …”

Julian shakes his head. “Don’t, Kurt. You don’t understand. You can’t even conceive of how bad I hurt him …”

“Julian …” Kurt steps protectively in front of Sebastian, puts his free hand on Julian’s knee and squeezes, trying to break through his haze of whiskey and self-pity “… please, stop. I don’t need to know.”

“Yes,” Sebastian agrees in a voice so quiet, it can’t qualify as an actual sound. Kurt turns to look at his boyfriend, expecting him to be looking away, off in the distance like Julian, maybe down at his shoes. But he’s looking right at Kurt. “Yes, you do.”

Kurt shakes his head. This time, it's Kurt's turn to plead.

"Sebastian ..."

“That’s the spirit, baby brother,” Julian cuts in with a fake laugh and a halfhearted version of his trademark salute, which has been conspicuously missing the past week while he’s been brooding over Cooper. He takes his next shot off the bar and passes it to Sebastian. Kurt watches Sebastian sadly put the glass to his lips, snap his head back, and down the drink, a single tear racing down his cheek and getting lost in his hair. “Let’s tell our story together.”

Julian knocks on the bar as the bartender walks by and the man fills their glasses. He sets one out for Kurt without asking and fills that one, too. Kurt is so stunned he doesn’t have the wherewithal to wave the man away. On his end, the bartender doesn’t seem to mind that Kurt and Sebastian don’t look anywhere close to 21. He looks about as done with life as they all feel right now, or like the bouncer at Scandals when Kurt and Blaine first went, which would be a funny comparison any other time but now. Kurt wishes he could bring it up, break the tension, get a smile out of Sebastian, steer this conversation in a different direction.

But that would be beneath them.

“There was this … guy,” Julian begins, landing on that word as if the crux of their problems is always some guy. “Seb fell so hard for him, so fast. He called my brother all sorts of cutesy nicknames. They were so adorable together. Frankly, it made me kind of sick. But, in the spirit of brotherly love, I wanted to help Sebby land this boy, because back then, he had no game to speak of.” Julian grins with inappropriate wickedness. “And I mean no game. So I got them some fake IDs and I took them out drinking.” Another shot appears. Julian downs it. Just as quickly, it’s refilled. Kurt has lost count at this point. “It might have been love.” Julian’s brows draw together. “Was it?” He squints up at Sebastian, waiting for an answer. Sebastian downs another shot but says nothing. Julian shrugs. “I don’t know. It could have been. I mean, not the kind of love you guys have, but love. But right before we went out that evening, I got into a fight with Cooper, and I turned into an asshole.” He sputters. “Well, more of an asshole than usual, right, guys?” He pauses, snickers to himself, gets a little carried away, but he doesn’t sound like he’s enjoying his joke. He sounds like he’s trying to keep himself from crying. And he’s not doing that good a job. “I got them both drunk …” he explains, waving in the direction of the bar “… and then I went about seducing this poor boy of Seb’s.” He shakes his head, the look on his face one of revulsion. “Man, I pulled out all the stops for that kid. I really went overboard. And he fell for it – hook, line, and sinker. I may have made him fall in love with me.” He growls angrily, another shot flying down his throat. “Sebby, he got mad, sulked in a corner …” Another wave of his hand, this time in the direction of the jukebox sitting in a half circle of golden light “… had one too many to drink. He got real sick, went to the bathroom, and while he was in there, there was … there was a man ...” Julian hiccups.

Warning bells sound off in Kurt’s head, their clatter coursing through his body, carrying adrenaline with them, and now his hands begin to shake. “Don’t. Stop. I don’t think I should hear …”

“No,” Sebastian whispers, his voice raw, as if he’s been drinking nails instead of alcohol. “Let him … let him finish.”

Julian turns on his stool, eyes blurry as he stares off behind them. “When I got to them …” He squeezes his eyes shut, tears leaking from the sides “… he had Sebastian pinned between the sinks, had his pants unzipped and his hand down them.” Julian’s voice shudders, gaze returning to his glass, glued as if he can see the memory in the reflection, playing before his eyes. It probably is, Kurt thinks. It probably plays back for him over and over when he shuts his eyes, when he drinks too much, every day that Sebastian was overseas … “He was trying to kiss him, k-kept saying …” Julian clears his throat so violently Kurt feels his own throat burn “… kept saying that he wanted to t-taste himself on Seb’s lips.”

And that’s the moment.

The moment when those alarms in Kurt’s head, and all that coursing adrenaline, build in his chest, and explode. With those words, Kurt’s entire body folds in on itself and freezes solid from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. It creeps underneath his hair, makes his follicles itch as if bugs have been nesting there and are clawing to get out. A picture of Sebastian pinned against a bathroom wall like Kurt was with Max in that bar in Columbus fills Kurt’s brain. The man pinning Sebastian there Kurt fills in with the vilest human being his mind can conjure up. Now that that image is there, Kurt knows it’ll never leave him.

Like Sebastian and Julian, he’ll never be free of it.

But back in Columbus, when Max tried to assault Kurt, Sebastian was there. Sebastian saved him. Even though that memory enrages Kurt, it doesn’t paralyze him with fear.

A second later, he feels the phantom of Dave Karofsky’s mouth on his, and his knees nearly buckle beneath him.

“So …” Kurt says, “so, that man … he …”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says with his last bit of voice, the hand that’s been latched on to Kurt’s since Julian’s story began slipping away. “Big brother charged to the rescue about a minute too late.”

“Oh … oh God. Sebastian …” Kurt turns to his boyfriend, to hold him, but by the time Kurt realizes he’s leaving, he’s completely out of reach, weeding his way through the tables to get outside, find fresher air. Kurt turns back to Julian, but his gaze stops on a narrow door with a small rectangular sign nailed over the frame. It’s the door to the bathroom, directly in Julian’s sight line, which Kurt had overlooked since he thought Julian’s gaze was aimed nowhere. Julian glares at it like he’s fit to burn it down, and things suddenly fall into grooves and click.

This is the bar.

This is where Julian took them.

This is where it all happened.

That’s why Sebastian was so certain Julian would be here.

That’s why he didn’t want to come in.

“That’s what happened between the two of you?” Kurt stares at Sebastian’s back, fighting between running after him and giving him a minute to pull himself together. “That’s why Sebastian went to Paris? That’s why he stayed away for so long?”

“Yup.” Julian downs his next shot. Kurt’s and Sebastian’s, too, with such effortless fluidity, those glasses might as well have been full of water. “That’s the story of how big bad Julian Smythe let his brother down, lost his trust … and broke his heart.”

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“Are you okay?” Kurt asks when he finds Sebastian standing by the curb, staring at his shoes while he teeters on the edge. Kurt had been practicing those three words while walking through the bar towards the door. He didn’t want his voice to crack, needed to stamp out the tears pressing behind his eyes. He didn’t want Sebastian comforting him, which he would if he thought Kurt was upset. Kurt needs to remove his own feelings from this equation.

He needs to remain neutral and help his boyfriend.

He’d considered stopping into the restroom and splashing water on his face, but no. He wants to stay miles away from there. He can’t see it. He can’t know what it looks like. Speculating is fine. Intrusive thoughts he can handle when they’re figments of his own imagination. But reality …

Reality will split Kurt apart.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” Sebastian says, looking over and around Kurt instead of landing on his face. His eyes are red, but it doesn’t look like he’s been crying. Kurt imagines he’s been out here pressing the tips of his fingers into his eyelids, trying to erase the last ten minutes from his brain. And Kurt doesn’t blame him. “I’m good. I found Julian’s car, so I called for a tow.” His gaze flicks down the street, avoiding Kurt’s eyes with the pretense of checking for the truck. “He’s in no condition to drive home so I thought, you know, we should take him. If you don’t mind. I mean, he’s not the best driver when he’s sober.” Sebastian chuckles uncomfortably. Kurt watches his face stagger between holding it together and falling apart. “Besides, I … I don’t think he should be alone. He needs someone to take care of him.”

“I don’t mind.” Kurt is dying to touch Sebastian, to hold him. At the very least, to take his hand. But he’ll wait for Sebastian to come to him. Kurt doesn’t know where Sebastian’s mind is right now. Is it here, standing on the street, talking to him? Or is it in that bathroom long ago - scared, confused, praying for his brother to come find him and rescue him? “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Speaking of Julian …” Sebastian looks anxiously over his shoulder to the front door of the bar, as if expecting Julian to appear. “Where is he?”

“I helped him into a booth by the window.” Kurt points, re-directing Sebastian’s attention to the plate glass next to the door. At a round, wooden table where they can keep an eye on him, Julian sits, head resting on his folded arms, a glass filled with more ice than water melting by his right elbow. “I thought it would be best to keep him where I could see him. I paid the bartender twenty bucks not to give him another drink.”

“Ahhh. You’ve done well, Padawan,” Sebastian says with a wink. “But you didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it. Haven’t you heard? I’m rich.”

Sebastian snorts, worrying his lower lip with his teeth like he’s itching to remind Kurt that having a $10,000 cashier’s check at his disposal doesn’t necessarily make him rich, especially when it’s going to go straight to the bank, then straight out again to NYADA.

“I called Liv,” he says instead. “Told her we found Julian. And where.”

“How did she react?”

“I think she kinda knew. We’ve been wrapped up in the ongoing saga that is the Juliper rom-dram. We know how it plays out by now.”

Bizarrely syncopated steps approaching interrupt their conversation. Sebastian finds their owner, his eyes staying with him when he sees him coming their way. Kurt thinks he might be the tow truck driver looking for him, but a longer look says he’s not. He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans, flip-flops of all things, and he’s smoking a cigarette. Kurt waves a hand in front of his nose, making no effort to hide his disgust, but Sebastian puts up a hand, getting the man’s attention.

“Hey,” he says, “can I bum one of those?”

“Sure,” the man says.

Kurt pulls a face. One of what? he thinks. He can’t possibly mean …?

The man stops walking and reaches into his back pocket for his pack. He shakes out a single cigarette and offers it to Sebastian, who takes it, thanking him under his breath. The man pulls out a blue BIC lighter and flicks it. Sebastian puts the cigarette between his lips. He leans towards the lighter with a hand cupped over the flame, taking a few long drags to get it going. Sebastian steps back, blows a long plume of gray smoke into the air.

“Thanks,” he says.

Kurt stares at him the way primitive man must have stared at the first eclipse. His thoughts go immediately to how bad that is for Sebastian’s lungs, how awful it is for his health!

But watching him a while, sucking on that cigarette like he’s a seasoned smoker, Kurt’s second thought is how unbelievably sexy he looks.

He’s not proud of that thought, but there it is nonetheless.

“No problem,” the man says, continuing on his way. “Have a good night.”

“You, too.” Sebastian takes another drag along with a bigger step back, doing his best to keep the smoke away from Kurt’s personal space. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then another drag. “This isn’t an all the time thing,” he says without opening his eyes, not interested in seeing any judgement from Kurt, Kurt figures. “This is a once-in-a-blue-fucking-moon thing. The last cigarette I had … I don’t even fucking remember. It wasn’t this year, I don’t think.” Sebastian lowers his hand and flicks the filter of the cigarette with his thumb, sending spent ash to the cement. “I need something to calm me down and I … I don’t want to go looking for anything stronger. I need to drive.”

Kurt sighs, oddly disappointed in himself at Sebastian’s need to find anything stronger to calm him down. “I understand.”

Sebastian opens a single eyelid. The look he gives Kurt isn’t a glare, but it comes close. “What’s with the sigh?”

Kurt is about to admit that he’d rather be the thing Sebastian turns to for comfort, but he squashes that comment quickly. This isn’t about him. Not a single bit. There is something else on his mind. Something that bothers him more. “You grew up too fast,” he says sadly.

The hand with the cigarette traveling up to Sebastian’s mouth stutters to a halt, Sebastian staring at it as if he’s never really looked at one before. He flicks it again, sends more ash and a few sparks to the ground. “You’re probably right,” he concludes, bringing the cigarette all the way to his lips. He takes a drag, avoids commenting further. “Anyway,” he says when enough time has passed to change the subject, “I told her that we’re probably going to stay the day here because I’m …” He chuckles again, that same uncomfortable laugh that tiptoes on the borders of crying “… I’m just plain wiped out.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Kurt agrees even though he can’t see himself sleeping after this. His body is running on adrenaline, his mind racing with images and thoughts and questions. So many fucking questions. They’re maintaining out here with tasks they have to accomplish and Julian whom they have to get home safely. What is it going to be like when they’re alone in a quiet house and a dark bedroom? The same dark bedroom, Kurt assumes, that Sebastian had to return to after he was assaulted.

“Good. That’s good.” Sebastian takes a drag and doesn’t say another word. Kurt doesn’t either. Every single word he has fails him, disappearing when he needs them most. Sebastian takes a longer than normal pull on his cigarette, then crushes the tip underneath the toe of his shoe while he blows the last of the smoke away. He ditches the butt in a nearby trash can, brushes the ash off his hands. He shoves them deep into his pockets, staring down at the smooth, beige cement. “Kurt?”

“Yes?”

“I know I probably don’t smell all that stellar at the moment, not after that but … would you mind …” Sebastian’s voice cracks and his face screws up. He tilts his head to the sky, breathes in hard through his nose “… can I have a hug?”

“Of course,” Kurt says, almost barreling into Sebastian’s embrace.

Sebastian extends an arm, opens himself up to Kurt, and Kurt steps into it. Sebastian wraps his arms around him and holds him, huddled in the safety and security of Kurt’s arms.

Together they wait in each other’s arms until the tow truck arrives.

#acitw #acitw au #kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt #spread the love #two chapter left

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babycatgirlboy · 3 years

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Thank you again for tagging me, @dantteri I love you 💘

A - age Born in 1998 baby!

B - birthplace Oxford, England

C - current time 11:27

D - drink you last had currently drinking a latte

E - easiest person to talk to Bee and Sophie

F - favourite song changes daily but a classic is Pyramid Song, Radiohead

G - grossest memory the time someone ripped off three of my toenails...

H - horror yes or horror no I don't mind a little atmospheric but generally no

I - in love? With the songs of the birds in the trees and the flowers and the sunlight bouncing off the water and the sound of distant laughter, yes, of course

J - jealous of people? Constantly

K - no question here!

L - love at first sight or should I walk by again? Love requires work I think, love at first sight is simply infatuation which is not a solid enough foundation to build a home on

M - middle name trouble

N - number of siblings one, an older brother

O - one wish? Clear skin

P - person you called last? my dad, for work reasons

Q - question you are always asked? What are you up to these days?

R - reason to smile my coffee is yummy and my cat is snoring on my lap

S - song you last sang The Lakes, Taylor Swift

T - time you woke up 9am

U - underwear colour navy blue

V - vacation destination New Zealand, Canada, Italy, Finland, many other places

W - worst habit picking at my skin :(

X - x-rays? Never broken a bone

Y - your favourite food I generally don't enjoy food but pasteis de nata are incredible

Z - zodiac sign Leo ♌

I will tag @manykinsmen and @mushroomlance and anyone who wants to do it!

#I'm a very boring person sorry everyone #tag games!#it's all about me baby

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years

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Quiet

Listen, this is the most self indulgent fic ever but hey, stuff is bad right now and some domestic, about to be parents Jupeter is just what I need right now. Maybe it’s what you need too!

If it is, I’d love if you left a comment or reblogged

Trigger Warnings: trans pregnancy

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The Carte Blanche was never quiet.

An old ship, it constantly creaked and grumbled around the joints, the thick metal skin made brittle noises in the impossible cold of space around them and the vents were always making that low humming noise that everyone on the crew was grateful for because it meant the oxygen calculator was working.

It was never silent, not even now even in what Juno’s instincts and the glow of the SimSun lights told him was the early morning. Not even when he was the only one awake apparently, no one else in the family room or the kitchen, soft snoring coming from the closest bunk which was Rita’s.

He’d always been one for waking up earlier than anyone else, earlier than was really advisable. He’d always been the twin up first, tiptoeing around the creaky floorboards he’d memorised so he wouldn’t wake up Ben in the top bunk or Sarah in her own room. Those few hours had been precious to Juno for a reason he couldn’t name, maybe just because it was the only time he truly had for himself, when he didn’t need to be constantly aware of other people and didn’t have to gear every action towards helping them and being the responsible older brother he was supposed to be.

But thinking that made him feel selfish. So he’d told himself he didn’t know why he liked those still hours where it felt like he was the only person on Mars, when he could make himself a cup of hot tea and take it out onto the fire escape and watch the sun come up.

And then it became a habit. So here he was, thirty years and change later, awake at an ungodly hour that had no sun or shift in light to tether itself to, just the endless punctured darkness of deep space. And he decided to make breakfast, that way there would be some for everyone when they woke up.

The habit of taking care of other people hadn’t died either. Even when his brother and mother had.

Juno frowned, not wanting these unpleasant thoughts to crowd his head, not this early. He focused instead on cracking the eggs into the pan, stirring them slowly with butter so they formed gelatinous clouds, ready to be reheated for when everyone started trickling in. Their next job was a good few days of travel away so this was as close to a vacation as a company of thieves would ever get and no one would be in a rush. It would be nice to have a hot breakfast ready and waiting on a day like that, a day where no alarm had gone off and every hour that stretched ahead was yours alone.

So bread came next, slicing it carefully for big stacks of toast. The long haul stasis bread wasn’t great, chewier and tougher than anything made planetside but it could taste just as good when you dipped it in eggs, sprinkled it with cinnamon and fried it up. That was real vacation, no school, no work food.

He was halfway through his stack of bread when he heard the first footsteps on the tiles, echoing strangely in the metal arteries of the ship. Juno expected Buddy or Jet, who saw every day as a work day whether there was a job in sight or not but he knew who he wanted it to be. And it looked like he was in luck.

Nureyev wore their comforter wrapped around his shoulders, an old shirt of Juno’s that he would never fathom why he’d bothered to bring aboard with him and a pair of shorts. His feet, bare arms and legs would be freezing touching the cold metal but he’d been getting so hot lately that Juno didn’t think he’d care. He wasn’t wearing any jewellery save two of Juno’s string bracelets on one skinny wrist, or even his glasses, no make up and his hair was sleep matted and sticking up wildly.

He was the most beautiful thing Juno thought he’d ever seen.

“Good morning,” he kept his voice low, Nureyev was clearly still waking up, “Little early for you?”

Nureyev yawned, showing his pointed incisors the way a cat would, ambling over and slumping against Juno, “I woke up and you weren’t there. I missed you…”

Juno smiled and inhaled the sleepy, powdery scent of his hair fresh off the pillow, “I didn’t go far.”

“Too far,” Nureyev murmured, kissing his shoulder.

Juno pulled the pan off the heat and turned to hold him properly, slipping a hand past the comforter to touch the secret he knew he was hiding there, the skin tighter than it should be between his hips, the little knot riding low in his stomach. Their secret. Well, theirs and Vesper’s, who’d obviously seen it on Nureyev’s last physical scan and nearly had a heart attack. But she’d promised not to tell anyone else until they were ready.

Juno knew they were just two bundles of formless cells, he’d been doing his research and promptly making himself nauseous when his research went too far. But he was already picturing two impossibly tiny babies, fit to nestle in the palm of his hand, with Nureyev’s always bright eyes and his dark hair, as beautiful as Bianca. In his head, they looked a little like he and Ben had, when they were very small.

Nureyev smiled at his palm on his skin, “They’re awake. I think they get up when I do.”

Juno pouted, playfully and also kind of genuinely jealous, wishing he could feel them too, “Well, tell them I say hi, would ya? Go curl up on the sofa, I’ll bring you a plate over and you’re gonna eat every bite.”

Nureyev pulled a face but relented. The one thing Juno and Vesper had ever agreed on was making sure he abided by the millions of rules for pregnant people.

“Yes ma’am,” he hummed, nudging Juno with his hip as he passed. Making Juno blush was a sport to him and he needed to keep his skills honed.

Juno watched with a fond smile as he went to collapse on the sagging, ratty old sofa that had sat in the family room for as long as any of them had lived aboard. Nureyev tired easily these days and he could often be found nodding or outright dozing on that sofa, even in the middle of meetings. They were going to have to tell people soon, he was worried Buddy was going to fire Nureyev if he did it again.

He was slightly too tall for it, his feet left dangling over the arm of it. Juno grinned, wanting to kiss those skinny ankles and then move up. But not in the family room. Not since they’d been caught in any case.

He turned back to the food, finishing up then piling up a stack of the french toast, all the crispiest and darkest pieces where the syrup had started to caramelise. Nureyev liked when sweet was just starting to turn bitter. He said it was better that way. And tea as well, there had to be tea. Two cups of the decaffeinated stuff that was closer to flavoured water than actual tea but Juno had promised Nureyev he’d stay on it as long as he had to, as an act of solidarity.

Juno brought it all over as carefully as he could, managing not to spill anything, setting it down on the coffee table. As soon as the scent of vanilla and cinnamon entered his nose, Nureyev’s eyes opened lazily and he grinned.

“You’re a real gem,” he sighed, reaching out but not for any of the food, just to wind his fingers through Juno’s, “Being so good to me…”

Juno smiled and brought the fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly, looking up at him with a single dark gold eye full of love, “It’s my absolute pleasure.”

Nureyev was a miracle worker, Juno knew that much. He’d seen him disappear on command, he’d seen him fight his way out of the tightest corners, wear different faces and entirely new personalities as easily as other men would wear a new jacket. He’d seen Nureyev do a thousand things that would make anyone gasp.

But ever since they’d realised he was pregnant, since that day after a job where they’d all gotten a few scrapes and had been crowded into the infirmary, when Vesper’s face had gotten so still and eerily calm and she’d asked everyone but Nureyev to please leave the room, when Juno had stalked the hall outside the infirmary for twenty minutes before he was pulled in to see a stunned, grinning Nureyev and those tiny blurry shapes on the screen.

Ever since then, Juno had been so taken with seeing his dear thief perform such a human miracle. Nothing that would make anyone gasp or stand and stare, nothing with such a theatrical flourish Nureyev was used to. This miracle was performed slowly, with early mornings spent being sick and deep shadows under his eyes and aches and twinges. This miracle was messier and more painful and scarier. But god, when Juno looked at him, he felt like his heart was just going to burst in his chest.

Because it reminded him that Nureyev wasn’t a magician, he wasn’t an angel, he wasn’t a man who could weave starlight or pluck the planets from the sky. He was a human. And he was no less amazing and wonderful and beautiful for that.

Plus, it helped shake off the lingering sense of intimidation Juno still got when he looked at him sometimes. As fun as that could be under the right circumstances.

“What are you thinking about?” Nureyev was sat up now, nibbling on a piece of toast delicately with those pointed teeth of his that made Juno feel funny.

Juno laughed gently, squeezing the fingers he still held.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

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