#and since she's already aware Nod lost his father once

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That’s a thing…

… I don’t think clicked the first time I watched it…

The only reason Ronin was in Wrathwood to get left behind was bc Mandrake stole the pod, which he was only able to do bc Nod wasn’t watching it the way Ronin had asked him to.

Not only did he let Ronin down and endanger the whole forest, his carelessness, as far as he knows for that moment, got Ronin killed. He’s just lost another father, and this time it’s his fault.

No wonder he’s too wrecked to talk until it’s necessary.

#Firebird Randomness #listen Ronin's apparent death gets me EVERY TIME #he could have said anything or nothing #but he takes what I can only presume he also thought might be his last moments #to encourage and validate Nod #also the way Nod just immediately goes into panic mode #but yeah no wonder Nod is so in shock #and bless that little moment from MK #she had words when Tara died and that's partially bc she hadn't travelled across the forest w/ them yet #but I absolutely believe it's also that she realises that Ronin was like a father to him #and since she's already aware Nod lost his father once #she's realising she's going through it again and she KNOWS that pain #and she knows there's nothing that will lessen it #and she's probably blaming herself too and aware he's blaming himself #I totally understand why they didn't but gods if we'd been able to go into that #also while I'm here rewatching again #gods this animation is good bc the FACES #like when they're in the house and she says it's her father #Ronin knew she was a large person but he def had no clue the professor was her father #so he's instantly appropriately like 'oh crap sorry' #anyway I love pain #Things You Didn't Know Fire Was Into

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Ungodly Hour: Day 1

You and Jungkook are together for the whole weekend. All he truly wanted from you was to admit you were his girl - but like always, he had to fuck it out of you. @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx

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warning: dirty talk, nipple sucking, slight kissing, neck biting, edging, face-slapping, cocky/jealous/possessive/dominant jungkook, bitchy/shit-talking but submissive reader, creampie, crying, begging,

“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”

Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.” 

You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.

Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation. 

“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”

You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”

Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”

“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”

You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes. 

“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”

Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation. “I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”

You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.

Oh wow, you think. 

“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”

“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”

“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”

Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.

That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end. 

Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you. 

“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.

Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”

You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.

“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut. 

“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”

You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”

Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”

Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”

“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”

“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”

“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”

The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.

But Jungkook had. 

It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated. 

Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.

Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.

“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss. 

“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.

“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”

“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin. 

“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”

Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.

“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture. 

“So?”

Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you. 

“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”

Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.

“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.

You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.” 

You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt. 

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”

“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”

“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”

“Excuse me?” Delusional?

“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.

You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.

Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”

You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss. 

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”

You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.

“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to. 

“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it. 

“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”

“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck. 

“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”

Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder. 

“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts. 

“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”

Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.

“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”

You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did. 

“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.

You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.

“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”

You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly. 

“What do I want?”

“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”

You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you. 

You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.

But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying. 

“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.

Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.

“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”

Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you. 

“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”

There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.

The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.

“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.

Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.

You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.

“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant. 

“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”

“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”

“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit. 

Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”

Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them. 

“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”

Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat. 

“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook. 

“Is that what you want?”

You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you. 

You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable. 

“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”

“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard. 

“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have. 

“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”

Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to. 

“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”

It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.

“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing. 

Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.

“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”

You lick your lips, thighs quivering. 

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”

Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep. 

“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).

“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.

But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you. 

“I’m your girl, Kookie.”

Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time. 

“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”

“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.

Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.

Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.

“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”

You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur. 

Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”

“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.

“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”

You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about. 

Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response. “I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.

In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission. 

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TLK: And i saw myself

Continuation of this Kiara needed to think. Rafiki's word still danced on her mind. Were The Lions of The Past really the reason she was with Kovu? Has she ever had a choice about her life? Could she even trust her own heart or it was just all a big plan? Will her cubs be part of it as well?

She couldn't face her family. Not with the knowledge she learned. So she went to the side of Priderock and let herself lost into the night sky...

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"I was waiting for you, my child."

The voice rumbled on her head, filling the black space Kiara had just woken into. But she wasn't afraid. The voice was...calm and soothing, like she had know it all her life.

"Because I had always been with you since the day you were born", replied the voice. Kiara pressed her ears to her head, trying to hide her thoughts from this presence. "Don't be afraid," the voice chuckled, "I can't hear your thoughts, you just had the same reaction I had when I entered this place for the first time. I am going to admit, it is quite scary. But come closer. I want to finally meet one of my grandcubs in person and not from the sky".

Grancubs? Could it be..?

"Mufasa?" Adjusting her eyes to the darkness, Kiara finally recognized the spirit in front of her.

The old king nodded. "But how? I thought only The Lion Guard-"

"Yes, usually, only The Lion Guard's leader can communicate with the ancestors. But once in a while, some animals are chosen to be more perceptive of The Lion of The Past's wishes and knowledge. And you, are one of them."

Kiara looked away from her granfather's spirit, remembering the conversatio from earlier. "I'm aware".

Mufasa frowned. Kiara tilted her head. "You didn't happen to overhear my conversation with Rafiki and how he told me you were the one who decided me and Kovu were together?"

The spirit of her grandfather blinked. And after a moment of silence, Mufasa did something she would have never expected the respected king to do: he threw his head back and groaned. Loudly.

"Great Kings, give me patience with that old mandrill." It was so, so unexpected, that Kiara couldn't help to laugh. Mufasa, realising he was caught in a moment, blushed (as much as a spirit could blush) but then laughed along his grandaughter.

"Ahem!" the lion composed himself. "Listen, Kiara. Rafiki said the truth that it was my plan to make you and Kovu be together, but it was you who gave me the idea."

"Come again?"

"I thought Simba was going to heal The Pridelands," continued the king, "but we- I didn't consider how much Scar had hurt my son. His heart was still healing and his soul was broken even more when your old brother Kopa died."

Kiara remembered the stories about an older brother she never got to meet.

"I wanted to intervene, to show Simba there was a way to unite the prides again. But he has built a shell around his heart. And you were born and he was raising you to hate the Outsiders too. I thought the war was going to last forever. But you...you weren't like your father. You were curious, you were open-minded...and you gave Kovu a chance." There was pride in Mufasa's words. "You, Kiara, saw beyond his exterior, beyond the prejudices you were raised into, defied your instincts, and decided to be friends with the enemy."

"It was all you, Kiara. You taughe me there was still a chance to make The Pridelands the way it was before Scar's reign. I only told Rafiki what your heart already showed to me, to us. The rest, was all you."

Her heart was beating quickly. Kiara couldn't believe what she was hearing. But her grandfather's words resonated not only in the void they were talking to but in her soul.   "Never doubt on your decisions, my child." Reassured him. "You are what I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to do in my time as King. But I was naive and blinded to my brother's doing and what I was told to do. You didn't. You defied that. You were truth to yourself, as a Queen should do."

Something rumbled around them. And Kiara knew it was time.

"Grandfather...thank you." Kiara tried to bow but a warm paw stopped her. "No." And then Mufasa bowed to her. "Thank you."

And then Kiara opened her eyes. ----------------------------------------------------- Kovu was tired. He never thought fatherhood was going to be this hard. It was scary, but seeing his cubs sleeping between his paws, make it all worth it. If only he knew why was Kiara so bothered about-

*thud*

He felt someone resting on him. But he knew who it was. Looking back at his mate, he could glance a smile on Kiara's muzzle.

Everything was going to be ok...

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 3 All for love

Chapter 3 of Moon Star

A/N- I hope you guys like this chapter

Warning- Violence, blood and weapons, angst, fluff, Khonshu, cliff ending

Pairing- Marc Spector x daughter!reader

Episode- 1x04 & (part of) 1x06

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*6 YEARS AGO*

“Marc! Where have you been! I’ve been calling all day! I don’t—”

“Dad,” Marc cuts his father off and his bottom lip trembles as his eyes once again fill with tears again. “It’s…” his words trail since he can’t manage to even repeat what he witnessed, who he lost.

“Marc?” Elias asks softly. “What’s wrong? Is y/n okay? Your mother wants to talk to her.”

Marc drops his head and looks at his hand that was now clean of the dust that had covered his hand just last night. He then clenches it into a fist as he’s bombarded with the memory of you turning to dust in his arms.

“Y/N,” Marc stammers. “She…” he sniffles and can’t hold back his tears. “She’s gone. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t—she just disappeared in my arms.”

There's nothing but silence from his dad, but in the background he can hear his mother, crying and screaming, again. And he couldn’t handle it, hearing her, it reminded him of the past, filled him with too many bad memories.

“I’m sorry,” Marc quickly says before he ends the call.

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*NOW.*

“We can’t lose more time,” Layla breaks the long silence that had built over time. “Harrow must be headed back to the tomb.”

You pull your earphones off and let them hang over your shirt.

“Look, if he is,” Layla continues. “We’re gonna need Marc, yeah?” She tells Steven, who is now sitting up front after sitting back with you until dawn.

There’s a brief silence before Steven just blurts, “no.”

You furrow your eyebrows and Layla answers for you. “No?”

“No, see the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I,” Steven explains and piques your interest. “That when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.”

What?

Marc decided that? He decided that and didn’t bother to even fix things, or say anything about this plan? Not even a goodbye? He just wants to leave…again?

“You guys made a deal?” Layla questions, and you grab the two front seats to pull yourself forward between her and Steven.

“That he would just disappear from our life?” Layla continues and points at you and herself. “And you didn’t think that maybe we should’ve been made aware of that?”

Steven glances back before looking ahead and saying, “oh.” He turns his head and looks between Layla and you. “Well, hadn't he disappeared from your lives already?”

True, but….it wasn’t the same. Before there was still a chance to see him again, now with this “deal”, it doesn’t seem plausible.

Regardless, Layla nods. “Yeah, I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn't it? Didn’t even have that anymore. Plus, I know him. He’d wanna lone wolf this whole thing.”

You hum in agreement and faintly smirk. “And that’s not happening,” you add. “We’re not gonna do that. I mean we’ve come all this way.”

Steven nods. “We are not,” he says, “it’s just the three of us. The pack, and the open road.”

You immediately look over at him and snort at his comment.

It’s not bad, it’s just funny that’s all.

“What?” Steven questions you with a nervous laugh.

You sit back as you notice you’re approaching your destination and shake your head as you reassure him. “Nothing man…just funny. You’re funny.”

Steven laughs more and parts his lips to add something else, but Layla then comes to a harsh stop Steven doesn’t expect and jerks forward.

“We’re gonna go on foot from here,” Layla lets him know and puts on the handbrake before opening the door and getting off.

“Yeah, all right,” he mutters.

You sigh and grab your backpack off the seat before getting off and facing the amazing landscape that’s ahead of you, feeling the morning sun already burning your skin.

You put your hood over your head as you wait for Layla and Steven to get ready, and just check your phone one last time in a desperate hope you’d get some service. But nothing.

“Waiting on a response from your spider friend?” Layla teases as she passes you by.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile faintly before you set off after her. “No,” you partially lie. “Just wondering why in the 5 years half of humanity was gone, no one invented better cell towers….maybe I need to invent…” you trail off and Steven questions the previous comment in concern.

“Spider friend?”

You hum and fall behind to walk alongside him. “He’s a…hero kind of person that goes by Spider-Man because he has spider-like powers.”

Steven's eyes widen and he quickly retorts. “Does he shoot webs out of his…” he pauses points behind him. “Out of his butt?”

You snicker and shake your head. “No, out of his wrist with this gadget. That’d be funny though, imagine,” you chuckle.

Stevens' frightened face falls and he breathes out in relief, “Oh—wait like Night-Monkey?”

You furrow your eyebrows and look over at him. “Who?” You question.

“Well on this side of the pond there was this hero type person who saved a bunch of people from monsters and he used webs to swing so the media called him Night-Monkey.”

You hum. “Really? That’s…” you hum. “That’s cool. I’ll have to look him up.”

“Come on, you two,” Layla shouts over her shoulder. “Faster or they’ll beat us to the tomb.”

Once again you catch up to Layla. You continue to walk through miles of sand, through huge rock formations, past a random goat on an archway. You walk under the sun that gets hotter, past cave openings, and up steep rock formations until finally you reach an abandoned camp left behind by Harrow and his followers.

“Let’s check for supplies,” Layla comments, and you both break away from Steven to try and collect supplies like flashlights, matches and stranded bullets.

There wasn’t much to use, most of the useful stuff seemed to have been taken, and or nothing here was useful or valuable enough whatsoever. So as far as collecting goes, there was nothing to collect but….sand…silence, and thoughts.

Most of those thoughts of course were about the man in your company. As the silence roamed, and you searched all your mind could drift to was how Layla could smile at him so sweetly, how she could…just be around him without thinking about Marc, without being furious.

There were moments in time that it was plausible for you, that that anger fell as you heard Stevens' accent and heard his comments, just like a bit ago in the car, but that anger was quick to return.

You wanted to ask her, you kept staying closer to her as you worked up the courage, but you were slightly afraid Steven would walk in at any moment, so you stay quiet and continue to look through the tent.

Albeit, Layla could see through you, over this past year of traveling and collecting stuff together, she quickly knew how to read you. You were easier to read than Marc, for that she was grateful.

“What is it?” She probes, startling you.

“Hm?” You hum and pretend you don’t know what she’s talking about. You keep looking through stuff and wander away from her, causing her to follow you.

“You need to say something, spill it,” she keeps pushing.

You stay quiet and unroll a map to pretend to be interested in whatever it contained. “I…nope.”

Layla groans and walks to you to pull the map away from your hands, “spill, now.”

You hold her gaze for a second before you sigh deeply and drop your head. “How…” you pause and bite the inside of your cheek first before looking up at her and continuing. “How do you do it? How is it so easy for you to differentiate them?”

Layla blinks and drops her head to huff out slowly before facing you and helping you as best as she could. “It’s not easy. It wasn’t. But Marc is dealing with something different, something we have to learn to understand. Steven isn’t Marc. And Marc isn’t Steven.”

“Obviously,” you grumble before you step back and turn to face nothing in particular, you just need to gather your thoughts. “I just…don’t know how to be where you are. I look at him and…all I feel is anger. Sadness.” You rub your bottom lip and shake your head.

“It’s understandable,” Layla assures you and steps towards you. “We’re all different. Just…don’t take your anger out on Steven. It’s not his fault.”

You drop your hand from your mouth and grab a random lighter whilst you make your chest rise as you draw in a deep breath. “I know,” you breathe out.

“Take your time, okay?” Layla continues, and you feel her hand on your shoulder. “Now come on. Let’s get in that cave.”

You stuff the lighter in your pocket and turn with her to head out of the tent and meet up with Steven. After that you proceed to head to a different entryway to the cave; one that makes you gear up to climb down.

“I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” Steven comments while Layla helps put his gear on, making you slowly slide your eyes over in slight disgust over the way they were positioned.

“The adventure, I mean,” Steven corrects himself.

Layla stands up and nods. “I know,” she whispers. “We want what we never had.”

“Yeah.”

“You smell like him,” Layla comments, causing you to side eye her over your shoulder.

“I mean,” Layla continues, whilst as you strap the last thing you need—“Why wouldn’t you, right?”

“Yeah,” Steven whispers.

They both then fall silent, and as you look back you see Layla leaning in.

She…oh!

She’s doing such a terrible job at separating Marc and Steven.

“Marc’s trying to protect you from Khonshu,” Steven interrupts Layla before they could kiss. “Both of you.”

You turn around quickly and retort, “what?”

Stevens' eyes drift to you and he continues. “That’s why he’s been pushing the both of you away. H-he thinks Khonshu wants you for his Avatar, either one of you, and he won’t let that happen…”

You furrow your eyebrows deeper and scowl.

“It’s all right,” he continues. “I just felt like you both should know that.”

Layla sighs, and you stare at the ground in frustration and disbelief.

So…Harrow was right? Steven wouldn’t lie…at least you don’t think so.

“Sorry,” Steven adds.

“Why are you telling us this now?” Layla asks for the both of you.

You look up and see Steven shake his head before he responds, “I don’t know. I just thought you deserved to know.”

“Well,” you sigh and head towards the opening. “It wasn’t his call to make, was it?”

“I don’t need protection,” Layla interjects for herself. “What I need is honesty.”

“Yeah,” Steven says. “I get that.”

“That’s more of a you thing, isn’t it?”

You hook youself to the rope and adjust it a bit while you catch Steven’s stammering comment. “What? being…honesty?”

Being honesty?

You snicker to yourself and miss Layla's comment as you climb down into the cave.

The moment your feet hit the sandy ground you quickly rip off the hooks, and turn your flashlight on before spinning around to face ancient carvings on the walls.

“Wow,” you murmur and pull your camera out to take pictures, all while you hear a soft thud hit the ground.

“Y/N,” you recognize Layla’s voice. “I’ve told you that you needed to wait.”

You step back and mindlessly answer, “uh-huh,” as you take more pictures.

Layla unhooks herself, and before long you hear her approach the carvings as well. As you put your camera down you hear the sound of Steven screaming before he suddenly hits the ground.

Both Layla and you look back, and you see Steven had landed face first.

“Are you okay?” Layla asks as she approaches him.

You snicker.

“I’m aces. Yeah,” he groans.

You stifle your laugh and steal one picture of Steven on the ground.

He lifts his head as the flash goes off and whispers, “memories, yay.”

You smirk and turn away since Layla was helping him up.

“Here you go.”

“Ahem,” Steven clears his throat. “I wish you hadn’t seen that.”

You walk further into the cave and gently brush your fingers along the wall, feeling particles of sand fall off.

“Oh, wow, look at you,” you hear Steven mutter.

“Oh, yeah,” Layla breathes out. “There’s…gorgeous aren't they? They’re just, like…been standing guard for centuries.”

“Right?” Steven says in excitement, whilst you stop to just admire everything on the walls. All of it, every single thing here has been here for so long and still untouched by man. That’s crazy.

“Look, I-I can’t even…so, if they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I’d be thrilled,” Steven continues. “I’d shit myself but I’d be thrilled.”

You nod along in agreement and lift your camera to continue taking more pictures. “That would be awesome, and I mean,” you add, “it’s totally possible considering all…that’s happened.”

Gods, heroes, crazy ice monuments coming out of the water, aliens, killer robots…etc.

“What’s this?” Steven asks, causing you to turn around to look back at him—“Did any of you do that?” He asks.

You walk over and see the writing on the sand and instantly know that it was Layla who wrote it.

“What?” Layla retorts and looks back to what Steven is pointing out. “Oh. Yeah. It’s for my father. He would’ve loved to be here.”

You sigh quietly and return to your previous spot while Steven comments. “Oh, yeah? Big history buff, is he?”

“Oh, so much worse. Archaeologist on a mission.” Layla then walks up beside you and Steven follows

“And to him it was a dream worth dying for,” Layla continues to tell. “And he did.”

“I'm so sorry,” Steven says softly.

You peek over at them and slightly narrow your gaze before continuing to walk further away so as to avoid their conversation.

And much to your fascination you actually end up turning into some dark eerie hall or maze thing. “Hey!” You exclaim to catch the attention of the pair fallen behind. “Come over here!”

The sound of footsteps echoes louder and louder until you see their flashlights pointing at the walls.

“It’s a maze,” you point out. “I think.”

“It’s a-maze-ing,” Steven chuckles, causing you to slowly look over at him and slightly squint your gaze as you decide whether to laugh with him, or at him.

Maybe both.

“Get it?” He directs at you as he catches your gaze.

You lift your brow and nod slowly as you begin to smile. “Yeah, man, I get it. Funny.”

“No, like, there are six paths,” Layla points out.

Steven nods. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steven whispers.

“Right,” you nod. “Six points. Right?”

“What could they be shooting at?” Layla asks, making you snap your head to the side and catching her lifting a bullet.

“Mummies?” You suggest and hope it’s a joke. “Unless they’re shooting at each other.”

Layla looks back, and her eyes snap behind you. When you look, you see Steven write down something on the sand, as you get closer to see you catch that he drew the Eye of Horus.

“This whole structure,” he comments and continues to draw a swirl from the eye. “Is a symbol.”

You scoff softly and can’t help but smirk out of pride.

“That’s the eye of Horus,” Layla says.

“Yeah,” Steven agrees before he points at the drawing with his flashlight. “Look at that.”

As you look up you see the drawing reflect on the ceiling.

“What.” You add in awe. “That’s amazing.”

“Right?”

“It’s the royal symbol, protection in the afterlife,” Steven explains.

“I mean,” Layla chimes in. “Like, the resources needed to build this thing. Her final Avatar was a pharaoh.”

You smile and nod in agreement as you piece it together too.

“Whoa! A bloody pharaoh,” Steven interjects excitedly.

“So what?” You question and share the same excitement. “You guys think it’s a map?”

“Yeah, well,” Steven answers. “Right. So, the eye of Horus is also the eye of the mind, yeah?”

You hum in agreement.

“Representing the six senses,” he continues. “Six points. So you got the eyebrow that denotes thoughts,” he points out. “Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here,” he points to the inner corner of the eye. “Is, uh, hearing. Smell, touch. And this long line ending in a spiral is the tongue.” He pronunciates the last bit.

You scoff and step back, whilst Layla adds, “the Avatar would be Ammit’s voice.”

Steven lingers in silence for a brief second as he just stares at Layla. “That’s right,” he then agrees before you all look to the path that’s beside you.

As you walk down it, the three of you end up in a different room that seems to be like graves.

“Oh, Heka priests,” Layla points out as she lifts her light to point at the paintings on the upper wall. “Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would have been entombed here to protect the pharaoh.”

You look down and look at the corpses before you.

“The heck’s a Heka?” Steven asks.

“Sorcerers of their time,” you explain. “They seem to have been down here for centuries. And these must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path. Cool.”

“Right,” Steven mutters. “That’s an impressive send off.”

You hum and turn, seeing a bloody table. Steven then sees it at the same time and begins to gag.

“Oh, my God. Oh, God. Is that fresh blood?” He asks.

You step closer and catch Layla turn to see as well.

“Isn’t that little chunks of meaty bits?”

You draw in a deep breath and nod. “Yes. It is.”

Layla crouches down and breathes out. “Oh.”

You rush over to her side and see nothing good, just more blood.

“Let’s keep moving. Yeah,” Layla suggest.

Steven and you nod in agreement and begin to walk further inside the cave, but nevertheless, there’s actually a blood trail.

“Um, just a minute,” Steven panics. “Just a minute. I’m just, like, saying what I see, and I see lots of bones and blood going that way. So I’m just thinking, like, what if there’s maybe another…” he trails off and begins to look up. “There’s, like, another…there’s an opening up there. You guys see that?”

You stand on the tip of your toes to try and see what he’s pointing at with his light, and actually manage to catch a small glimpse of an exit.

“Yeah,” Layla agrees.

“Should we check it out?” Steven questions.

You nod. “Yes please.”

“All right.”

“All right,” Layla also chimes in agreement—“you go.”

“Me?” Steven points at himself.

Both Layla and you meet each other's gaze before you look back at Steven and nod in agreement. “Yes.” You repeat it. “You kind of do know a lot.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “All right.” He turns back around. “Yeah.” He proceeds to walk over to the wooden structure to begin climbing over…with some struggle of course.

Once he’s up though he points his light down and lets you both know. “All right, yeah, I did it. I’m up.”

“You good?” Layla asks him.

“Yeah.”

“Go, y/n,” Layla urges.

You look back and tilt your head. “No, you first, I’ll—”

“Go, stop arguing,” she cuts you off.

You let your gaze linger on her for a brief second to challenge her own gaze, but since you know this won’t go anywhere, you just roll your eyes and climb up to join Steven.

“So, according to the ancient texts,” he shares as he points at writing painted on the wall. “Ammit should be bound to an ushabti those statue thingies.”

“Right,” you nod along and turn, only catching cloth hanging down and more materials. Albiet these weren’t all bloody.

“How’s it looking?” Layla asks.

“It’s looking amazing,” Steven geeks out. “I mean, this…it looks like a freshly filled canopic jar, and snake skins. And self-regeneration…”

“Yeah…” you pause and go serious as you think about what he just said.

Fresh?

Nothing should be fresh? Or even be here since Harrow and his goons didn't have time to do all this. No, this….this must be something else.

“I think,” you mutter and look for the other path. “We need to go. Steven.”

“Yeah?”

You point out. “The exit.”

“Yeah,” he whispers and snaps around to walk around until you both find light coming from an exit nearby.

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we can go this way,” Steven says.

Yet before Layla could even move, a gunshot echoes in the distance, causing you all to go rigid.

More shots then follow to go off, making chills crawl down your spine now.

“Harrow,” Layla says.

You take a step forward and point at the exit below. “What are they shooting at?” You wander out loud.

“I don’t know,” Layla whispers.

You swallow thickly and snap your eyes to Layla. “Well whatever it is just—” you cut yourself off as you hear a clicking sound.

“Hide, hide,” Steven whisper shouts to Layla before he grabs your wirsts and pulls you back with him to try and keep hidden against the wall as the clicking sound continues.

The sound of something dragging follows before you catch the sound of heavy breathing, and grunting.

You try and see what’s below and how Layla is, so you crouch down and pull Steven with you to crawl forward very slowly. When you can see through the gaps of the wood floor, you instantly feel your breath catch as you see some kind of black figure; like a body of bones…a mummy, holding up some sort of blade. And on the table is a body.

The mummy then proceeds to stab the blade in the body and drags the blade up, ending the man’s life before…before beginning to pull out the man’s guts.

It’s gross and makes you want to gag, but you cover your mouth and watch Layla hidden under the table. She begins to slowly crawl away, making sure to be careful with each step.

Alas when she’s hidden behind the table you hear a thud, and the mummy hears it too and clicks before going to the side Layla is.

It doesn’t see her though, she crawls away. But then in the tense silence the wood creaks beside you as Marc moves. This time the mummy groans before he jumps up to clutch onto the wooden just below you.

You can almost touch its fingers, almost feel its black flesh, and don’t make a sound even if you want to scream from fear. Instead you begin to slowly crawl back as you press your lips together.

The mummy then crawls back, and there in between the cracks of the wood you see it, its eye. It sees you and snaps at you, causing you to jump up and step back towards Steven after he gets startled too.

The mummy then proceeds to jump up the structure, making the both of you gasp. It keeps crawling your way, and you grab Stevens wrist to begin pulling him back with you as you step back and keep an eye on it.

It’s hand then hits the floor you’re on and is about to climb on, but then something breaks nearby, startling both Steven and you, and stealing the mummies attention away.

“Run!” Steven exclaims out. “We’ll find you!”

Steven pulls away from your grasp and shoves the table over the structure to make it drop down.

“I squished it,” Steven mutters at first before he exclaims, “I squished it!”

You run over and see a mess, you try to search for the body but then Steven grabs your wrist and begins pulling you back with him towards the exit.

“That should’ve gotten rid of it,” Steven interjects with hope.

You pull your wrist from his grasp and glance back, hoping Layla was okay, “you hope,” you retort and then look around at your surroundings, noticing just sandy plain walls now.

Steven sighs. “I saw it, trust me, I squished it, besides we have to hope that Layla will meet up with us. Otherwise the alternative is very scary.”

You sigh, “yeah. You’re right.”

“Regardless,” Steven adds. “Getting chased by a mummy is very…exciting. I mean I was shitting myself the entire time but it’s definitely something I won’t forget, ever.”

You smile and nod along in agreement. “That’s true. But maybe what’s scarier is getting chased by a small flock of ducks,” you laugh softly. “My dad and I went to the park one time and we were feeding the ducks. He threw a piece of bread a bit too hard and hit the duck on the head, so it, and it’s friends chased us and bit at our ankles. To this day I cannot get close to a duck anymore.” You sigh and realize until you’re finished that you had told him that story with ease and without getting angry.

Steven glances back at you and smiles softly. “That is scary. Because I mean you can’t really kill those ducks, you just have to hope they’ll leave you alone.”

You scoff in amusement and nod. “Yeah. Exactly, they’re evil.”

However, now that he holds your gaze, as you look into his deep brown eyes your anger returns, no matter how hard you try to separate them from one another.

“So,” he continues and looks back ahead without realizing your tension that begins to sprout again. “Is there, like, any ex I should be worried about. More kids I don’t know about who will come and snap at me?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head. “No. No ex, she made Marc pick, give me to adoption the moment I was born, or take care of me as a single dad. He obviously chose to keep me. And,” you breathe out slowly. “No siblings, I am happily an only child. More attention that way.” You smirk softly.

Steven nods. “Good. Good, that’s good because Can you imagine, like, more of Marc juniors, that would be very, very scary.”

You huff out and slowly begin to lose your smile. “You. Are there any more people I should meet in there? Because sometimes I get these really weird calls…no one talks, it’s just silence the entire time.”

Steven glances back at you all perplexed and shakes his head. “No. At least…I don’t think so. But you should really maybe talk to the police about that.”

For some reason there’s a bit of disappointment when he denies your theory. But maybe it was Marc. At least that’s who you always suspected. Maybe it is him?

Or some weirdo stalker.

“You know….” Steven continues to ramble, but this time you aren’t as intrigued, not with that lingering memory.

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off and stop in your tracks.

Steven stops and slowly turns around in confusion. “For what?” He queries.

You avert your gaze and draw in a deep breath as you furrow your eyebrows and bite the inside of your cheek. “I,” you breathe out. “I can’t be where you are. I look at you and all I see is him. All I feel is anger for what he’s done, for ignoring me then and now! I’m angry, and everytime I look at you I just….” You let out a shaky breath and turn away to cover your eyes so you can hide the tears that threatened to fall.

“I just…can’t believe he’d chose to leave…again,” you continue in a quivering voice. “And all for what? For a God that doesn’t have control of his life anymore.”

“It’s more because of a…no, that doesn’t matter now,” Steven interjects nervously.

You sniffle and drop your hand to look over at him with your gaze gleaming with tears.

“I don’t know what to say, really, I am not Marc,” Steven continues and begins to walk towards you. “But…I’ll be here. I know you may not recognize me as your father, but you know….my DNA is yours, so that has to count for something, right?”

You stay quiet and progress his words, the meaning behind what he was trying to say. Yet it’s not the same. Perhaps that’s one way you can separate them easier. Because when Steven is the one in control, there’s just not the same connection, those shared memories aren’t there, he’s like a stranger in your dad's body. If only your anger worked the same way.

“Just take your time,” he continues and stops when he’s a few inches away. “I understand your feelings.”

You lower your gaze and nod softly. “Thank you,” you whisper. “And I am sorry.” You let out a small breath and slowly lift your gaze whilst you purse your lips together. “And if Marc can hear me or not, I hope he knows that running from Layla and me to try and protect us is him being a selfish coward. We can decide our own choices.”

Steven huffs out and nods. “Yeah! That was good.”

You slightly squint your gaze and scoff softly in amusement before you walk past him and continue down your path.

“Come on man,” you urge Steven. “Let's find this thing before more mummies come.”

Steven rushes over to catch up to you and nods. “Right, wouldn't want that. The first time was enough.”

You hum and then sigh. “Too bad I didn’t get a picture, it would’ve been cool if I did.”

“Through here,” Steven points to the gap between rocks. “It seems like a tight fit.”

You shift your body and wait for Steven to pass through first before you follow him to the other side.

“Oh, my days,” you hear Steven mutter. “First one in…”

The moment you make it through, Steven is already walking on ahead since he’s amazed by all that is contained inside.

“Look at this y/n,” Steven continues to say. “Tomb fit for a Pharaoh.”

The further you walk, the more you see, the more you're fascinated by all the paintings that tell a story. There’s so many relics that have been untouched and left in the same spot for centuries upon centuries. There’s gold. There’s even a light already shining inside, and in the middle of it all, surrounded by water was the tomb of a Pharaoh.

“Thutmose II,” Steven points out as he flashes his light on the horse statue before lowering it to the smaller statues on the floor. “Nefertiti. Oh, it’s gotta be one of the big’uns,” he says between heavy pants.

You turn your flashlight off and move past him as he comes to a sudden halt and looks down at his reflection in the water.

“What are you gonna do?” Steven asks, making you look back at him as you hop onto the stone steps left in the water—“try and drown us now?”

You slightly furrow your brows and part your lips to question him, but you remember that it’s how you’ve caught Marc communicating with Steven before, so instead you just look away and hop over to the platform that holds the great tomb.

“Look at this,” you mumble in awe whilst Steven agrees to something—“all these relics. Wow.”

“Macedonian?” Steven questions before he walks past you to get closer faster. “No. What? No way that’s not right.” He continues to say and crouches down in front of the tomb. “That can’t be right. That’s—”

“What?” You probe impatiently and stand behind him. “What is it?”

Steven looks back at you with a grin. “That’s Macedonian. T-the only pharaoh…but, I mean, he insisted on calling himself Egyptian.”

You slowly squint your gaze in confusion, but as Steven looks back and stands up to walk around the object, you catch what he’s piecing together and begin to grin as well. “Alexander the Great. This is him.”

“Yes!” Steven exclaims. “Yes. We might be looking at the long-lost tomb of Alexander the Great.”

You laugh softly and rush over to his side to take a picture of the tomb before you put the camera away and keep admiring the grand tomb.

“Okay now,” Steven breathes out. “We have to open it.”

You snap your eyes over to him and scoff. “Yeah, you go ahead. You know that it’s bad luck to disturb Egyptian tombs.”

“Yes!” He exclaims and balls his hands into fists. “Yes, I do, but…” he trails off and sighs. “We have to so we can get what came here for.”

You step back, causing Steven to look back all panicked. “Why are you stepping back?”

“I just graduated high school, Steven. I am on my way to be an intern in this super big technology company in New York, with my friend. I don’t need any bad luck in my life.” You put your hood back on your head and cover your mouth with the cover. “But you go. I’ll watch from here.”

“Oh, wow, okay, congratulations, that’s, like, super awesome.”

You nod slowly. “Thanks, man,” you say back.

Steven draws in a deep breath and turns around to face the tomb. “Okay,” he sighs. “Here it goes.” He bends down and puts his hands on the tomb for a second before standing back up. “Everything inside me is screaming not to open this thing.”

You lift your head to try and take a better look at Steven as he seems to take a pause. “Well if we don’t, Harrow will get to Ammit first,” you throw out.

Steven nods. “Yes, I know,” he snaps from his short trance. “Your dad basically just said the same thing. You two are so much alike it scares me some—”

“Steven,” you cut him off so he can get on with it.

Once again Steven nods. “All right, all right, all right.” He puts his hands on the tomb again, and exhales first before pushing the lid back.

The moment you see it sticking out from the other end you take just one careful step forward, but not close enough so you can actually see what’s inside, you just get close to Steven.

“Is it there?” You ask.

“Oh, well, if you’re gonna hide it for all eternity, you’d probably put in a place where…the average looter wouldn't think to look.”

You quirk your brow and press. “So? It is there?”

“Uhm,” he hums. “Alexander was the voice of Ammit,” he says, and you just grow more puzzled—“All right, I’m gonna try something.”

All of a sudden you see Steven reach his hand in the tomb, so you peel your eyes back and take one more step forward. “Stop,” you call out. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll do something here,” Steven mumbles his explanation as he keeps reaching in. “Sorry. Oh, God. So sorry. Sorry. Mr. Great.”

Something rustling comes from the tomb, so you stand on the tip of your toes and squint your gaze. As fabric rips you hold your breath in and cross your arms over your chest. Some cracking sounds follow, and Steven continues to speak to the corpse. “All right. Open up. Oh, sorry. Mr. Great. Sorry, I couldn’t be more sorry.”

You see Steven bend down further towards the tomb, and you can't contain your anxiety anymore over what you can’t see happening, so you step behind Steven, duck your head so as not to see the corpse, and tap his shoulder making him yelp and throw his hand back.

“Ah! Wha-what?!” He exclaims and spins around, completely startling you whilst he also almost crashes into you. “Why would you do that?! Why? Why?”

You find your footing before you fall back and throw your hands up. “I’m sorry,” you quickly snap back just as panicked. “I’m sorry! I was going to ask what was going on, I got scared, I’m sorry!”

Steven let’s out a deep relieved breath and shakes his head. “Right, fair, yeah that’s fair, I just thought you were a mummy, it…” His words trail off as you shift your gaze and see the ushabti in his hand.

“Steven, you have it.” You point out.

Without a second to spare Stevens' gaze snaps to the ushabti in his hand, and he gets instantly captivated by it.

“You did it,” you exclaim happily as he gets the item closer to him. “You found it.”

“I—” Steven cuts himself off and suddenly grabs your hand to pull you both down. You’re about to question his actions, but that’s when you hear the sound of approaching footsteps and squeeze your mouth shut instead.

However, since you weren’t hiding at all whatsoever both Steven and you notice Layla finally walking in.

“Layla, look,” Steven says as he stands up with you and throws his hand up that holds the ushabti. “We won.”

You slip your hand from Stevens grasp and walk towards Layla as you’re relieved that she’s okay.

“And the ushabti goes to us,” Steven continues. “I mean I had to go digging down old Alexander the Great's gullet, but I found it.”

As you meet Layla halfway you offer her a soft smile and add, “you’re okay.” Yet as you’re in front of her you notice she doesn’t rip her eyes away from Steven, she doesn’t look relieved or happy. Layla looks angry, furious.

Steven also notices and comments on it before you can. “Are you okay, love?”

“Can he hear me?” Layla directs at Steven, causing you to step aside so she can step past you.

“Alexander?” Steven asks cluelessly. “I don’t think so. God, I hope not.” He chuckles.

“What happened to my father?” Layla asks seriously and steps up the steps to reach Steven. “I’m talking to you.”

Steven glances at you for help, but you can’t offer him any clues to ease her anger, all you can do is step back and give her space and privacy.

“What?” Steven query’s

“I’m talking to you, Marc,” Layla finally exclaims as she hits his chest, seeming to finally force Marc to trade places with Steven.

“Come on. Let’s go, let’s go,” Marc tries to urge Layla in the accent you knew and recognized.

“No,” Layla stops him and pulls him back.

“We need to go right now,” Marc insists and looks back at you. “Y/N, get ready to run.”

You stay in your spot and don’t move, you just look back at Layla and when you see the grief and hurt on her face you begin to regret all the jealousy that had begun to spark, all the negativity you had wished upon the relationship she had with your father.

“Marc, no.”

“Layla, we need to go right now,” Marc cuts her off.

Layla keeps pulling him back, and Marc finally turns to face her.

“What happened to my father?” She asks again, but he keeps trying to avoid the question.

“Listen to me. We need to leave right now. I will explain everything. I swear. But we have to go.”

“Did you kill Abdullah El Faouly?” Layla asks, whilst you grab your earphones to block them out so they can have as much privacy as they can have down here, in such a confined space. But…there’s also a part of you that needs to know if Marc did actually do what Layla is asking from him.

Just for your own peace of mind.

“Of course not,” Marc tells her. “Of course I didn’t.”

That’s all you needed to hear. It might not be your problem, but Layla was still important to you, if Marc had been the one to have killed her father then…there would be another drift. Another crack in your broken relationship because the truth is you would have picked her.

Regardless, it wasn’t Marc, he told her that so to try and give them privacy this time, you just sit down on a step, put your earphones on to turn on your music, and lastly just watch the water that separates the platform the tomb is on, and the rest of the room.

You tap the water with the tip of your boot and watch the ripple that breaks throughout the water, you catch your reflection, mostly all you see is the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep over these past couple of days.

But there…behind all the dry skin due to all the fucking sand, behind all the exhastuon was a memory. Old. Very old.

It was triggered by the water you had to watch so as to avoid looking over at Layla and Marc talking (even if you actually were fighting the urge to overhear them again). It was a memory of Marc and you, when you were a little kid, when he came back from a trip and took you back to his small apartment he was renting in Chicago, a small apartment you called home when he was there.

Since you didn’t have room for a pool in such a small place, when he didn’t want to take you all the way to the crowded public pool, he filled the tub, put on a bathing suit with you, placed some small pool toys over the water, and put you in. You alone would do laps since he was too big to do so, and he’d time you each time.

Marc would splash you and do his best to play make believe with you, he’d watch you float on your back in the water to make sure you wouldn't suddenly drown.

You remembered that; those old memories you had been so fond of before while you watched the water. It made you…miss him. How he was before the incident, before he had this idea in his head that he needed to cut you off from his life to protect you.

“Y/N…”

You missed your father.

“Y/N!” Someone exclaims before you’re yanked off the step and put to your feet before you get pulled away from the room, causing you to pull your earphones out of your ears and look around.

“What's going on?” You ask as you see that it’s Layla who had grabbed you, and that Marc was staying back. “Why—can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Someone’s coming,” Layla deadpans as she turns to hide you both behind a large pillar.

“And what about…Marc?” You ask and press your back to the pillar to keep hidden from the threat.

Layla pushes herself an inch forward to listen better. “He’s going to—” she stops as the sound of Harrow’s voice travels out from the room.

“Just you? The rest is silence. I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone,” he says, causing you to shift closer to her and grab her arm to be as close as you possibly could without revealing yourself—“the quiet was librarting. You’re a free man. And, of course with that freedom comes choice.”

You squint and let out a small breath.

“And right now, you have a very important decision to make,” Harrow continues, but then ends up bringing silence.

Maybe he was just speaking quieter though, so you shift your head to try and look over, but Layla's body covers your view. Alas, that’s when you hear a yell before suddenly the sound of a gunshot goes off, making you go rigid.

A second gunshot then fires and then all you hear is a splash of water.

“I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves,” Harrow says, confirming that it wasn’t him who had been shot.

“Layla,” you whisper, “who was it?” You glance over at her and notice that she has her mouth covered, and tears forming in her eyes, hinting at the worst. Something you can’t accept. A possibility you shove to dark depths of your brain in hopes that would change who came to mind.

As footsteps echo in the water, and Marc’s voice continues not to be heard, you swallow thickly and grab your bracelet to get ready and charge out there.

“I’m sorry it had be this way,” Harrow continues to say. “Marc Spector….”

Your breath catches in your throat, and your eyes go wide, whilst your breathing begins to turn shallow. Yet you still don’t want to accept what was seeming to turn out true.

“….Steven Grant….”

Footsteps approach closer, and from the corner of your eye you see someone approaching. Layla sees them too but waits

“….Whoever else might be in there. Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality.”

When the person gets too close, Layla steps past you to grab them and then yank them towards her to knock them out, getting out only one grunt, and no attention from anyone else. After that she lets the person go and creeps back to the edge of the pillar to look out.

“Who wants to heal the world?” You hear Harrow ask before the ground begins to rumble and a purple hue begins to shine out.

Your curiosity gets the best of you this time, so you push yourself away from the pillar and step forward to stand beside Layla. And that’s when you see him, rather than spotting what Harrow was doing, you see Marc floating on his back in the water. He’s all you can focus on; his body floating lifelessly, the blood that stains the water.

You try to move, you think of running to him, but physically you can’t move a single muscle, you’re paralyzed where you stand, you can’t even move your eyes away. Actually, every other sense beside your sight felt like it stopped working, you couldn’t progress a sound, it was deafening. You couldn’t feel the gentle breeze brush against your skin as Layla runs out of hiding to reach Marc.

Actually, you didn’t even notice when Harrow and his people had left. All you could see was…Marc. He wouldn't move, not even When Layla kept calling out his name. His chest wouldn’t rise…he wasn’t opening his eyes. He was just floating…even as Layla pressed her head against his chest and moved to press a kiss on his forehead.

Marc wouldn’t move. And you still couldn’t either, not even when Layla sat up and finally looked over at you.

“Y/N,” she mutters, making you shift your gaze over to her, and catching the tears in her eyes and the scarab in her hand. “Y/N,” she whispers this time.

You blink and look back at Marc. “He isn’t moving,” You murmur and stay where you are. “Why isn’t he moving?”

Layla sniffles and swallows thickly. “Y/N…your dad…he’s gone. We have to go. We need to go after Harrow and stop him. We can’t let your fathers….”

You tune her words out and finally begin to slowly approach her even if you still didn’t progress the cruel truth.

Once you reach him, Layla stands up and steps aside to let you get on your knees beside him. However, once you’re close, once you carefully feel for a pulse on his neck it, hits you, the truth finally breaks past your denial, and you realize there in that moment that he’s gone.

Your father was gone.

He’s gone and you couldn’t—the last thing you told him was dismissive, a demand for Steven. You couldn’t talk, you were angry at him the entire time, you were a bitch to him even when he’d try to talk in a nice way—even if had been ignoring the problems you had.

You’ll never be able to talk to him. He’s gone.

“Pa…” you call out in a quivering voice and cup his cheek. “Pa,” you call again and can’t help the sob that breaks past your lips. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry. Please…” you pause and let out a shaky breath before pressing your forehead against his and crying quietly. “I love you. I do.”

A sharp aching pain hits your heart, and suddenly it feels like you can’t breathe.

“Y/N,” Layla breaks her silence. “Honey, we need to go.” She reaches for your arm, but you yank it away and proceed to cradle your fathers head.

“No, I’m staying with him. I’m staying,” you murmur and shift your face down to rub the tip of your nose agaisnt his, just like how he’d do it to you when you were a child.

“Y/N, we can’t stay. We need to stop Harrow.”

You shake your head and pull your head back before you moving your hands down to cradle his body now. “No, I can’t leave him. We need to take him with us.”

Layla sighs and steps over to be in front of you. “We can’t carry him out,” she says, but you choose to ignore her.

“No, I can’t leave him,” you insist. “I can’t….we can’t leave him. I can’t leave him.” You stand up and try to drag him out, but he barely moves an inch; he’s too heavy and you’re too weak. “Help me. I need to get him out.”

Layla wipes her tears off her cheeks and grabs your face to pull it up so you can face her.

“Y/N, baby, we can't carry him out, he needs to stay back.”

You shake your head. “Fine, I'll do it myself. Just go. Leave the keys of the car, I'll catch up.”

Layla lets out a deep breath and pulls your face back. “No. Listen to me, we need to go now! We’ll come back for him. Just leave him behind. He would’ve wanted us to go after Harrow.”

She’s right….

She’s right….but it doesn’t make it any easier.

You drop your head and slowly crouch back down to place him back in the water. “Okay,” you whisper. “Okay.” You lift your hands to hold your dad's cheeks and lean in to press a kiss on the tip of his nose one last time, before you pull back to pull out a gold moon necklace from your pocket. You then unclasp it and hook it around Marc’s neck before getting up and following Layla out of the cave.

The moment you’re out, you both manage to sneak in the back of one of Harrow's cars and ride in the back with some of his people.

——

*A FEW MONTHS AGO*

The same number is calling again. Damn—

“Hello?”

No answer. There’s not even a beep. Again. There’s just silence.

And yet, you still answer every single time in hopes it’s actually someone who you haven’t talked to in a long time.

“Look…” you sigh. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped calling this number. Thank you.” You pull your phone away from your ear and hesitate to end it. Instead you try to listen in hopes you’d catch at least the sound of breathing, but there’s nothing on the other end. So you end it.

“Who was it?” Your friend asks.

You shake your head and slip your phone back in your pocket. “Unknown number,” you let them know.

He scoffs. “Again? Y/N, I keep telling you to tell the police, that is not normal.”

You sigh. “I know!” You exclaim. “I know, I will.”

Your friend chuckles. “It’s always the same thing with you. If you get kidnapped….”

The sound of your friends' words trail off as you feel your phone vibrate.

When you pull it out however, you see that it’s once again the same unknown number, this time it’s a message albeit. In Spanish.

Unknown

“<Happy Birthday, sweetheart.>”

Could it…was it your father?

You had to know.

Yet when you have your fingers above the keyboard you hesitate and just look at the letters.

It’s been months.

Fuck.

“I wouldn’t do that,” your friend butts in and leans his head over towards you to cover your screen.

You roll your eyes. “Marvin,” you hiss and push him back.

Marvin laughs and nudges you back. “It’s probably just a scammer, that’s how they get you! Listen to me!”

You:

Dad? Is this you?

You put your phone away and from the corner of your eyes catch a glimpse of Marvin staring at you as he drank your coffee.

You sigh. “What?” You retort in annoyance.

Marvin begins to smirk. “We should send a picture to them.” He shares.

You shoot him a pointed glare and snap back. “You just told me that they could be a scammer and to stop.”

Marvin points at himself and furrows his brows as he pretends to act clueless. “Me?”

You nod and point. “You.”

Marvin clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Get out of here. Anyway, once they see me next to you, they’ll get intimidated by me and leave you alone.”

You begin to smile out of amusement and probe. “Why would they care?”

Marvin begins to smirk. “Oh, you know,” he says, “he’s gonna think I’m your boyfriend and freak out.”

You let your gaze linger on his dark eyes for a moment before you drop your head and laugh softly. “Well, if that’s the case then,” you sigh.

“And if it’s your dad,” Marvin adds. “Then maybe he’ll get so bothered and overprotective that he’ll actually text you back.”

You stop in your tracks, and Marvin doesn’t hesitate to stop along with you to turn and face you with a cheeky smirk on his face.

You narrow your gaze and begin to scowl at his idea of a joke, but Marvin then points at you.

“Dont, you can't get mad,” he remarks. “Because getting mad at said joke means you’re accepting your obvious daddy issues. Which, you, say you don’t have, so….see my dilemma?”

One thing you did not have was that. You refuse to accept it.

“Whatever,” you dismiss him as you roll your eyes and push past him. Marvin snickers and turns swiftly before hopping to catch up to you.

“Did they answer or not?” He asks.

You pull your phone out to check in case you didn’t feel the notification, but as expected there’s nothing but dead silence.

——

Sand. And more miles of damn sand. It’s beginning to get annoying.

And there’s still no damn service. What’s even worse your stupid is dead. No more music.

Marvin was right, always pack backup for the backup.

What would your ever so beloved friend say now as you can’t hold back your tears over your fathers death?

Probably nothing but comforting things….you’re just overthinking it too much, just so you can hopefully stop thinking back to Marc's body, the fact that you left him there.

Or the fact that you couldn’t even talk to him. Hug him again. You’d never get to….

You exhale shakily and wipe the tears off your face as you feel the car roll to a stop. Once you look up you see you’ve come to a stop at a checkpoint. The police were approaching the cars and saying something in Arabic.

The cars leading the way open their doors and cause the police to yell and point their guns at everyone. All the passengers in the other cars open their car doors too and begin to climb out, only causing more of a calamity that Harrow stops.

When one police officer begins to approach the car Layla and you’re hiding in, you glance over in search of an answer. Yet when she meets your gaze she grabs your knee, telling you to wait.

“Show me your papers,” you catch a policeman ordering Harrow.

“I don’t need to show you my papers,” Harrow counters. “You need to show us your soul.” He then slams his cane on the ground and causes the purple hue to explode out and hit every policeman.

They begin to scream in pain, and jerk their bodies up as the purple hue seems to tear their souls from their bodies. You try hard to not react, but even if you covered your face with your mask and hood you still couldn’t hide the horror from spreading to your eyes as you could do nothing but watch, until finally all of them but one dropped to the ground.

“Move the bodies out of the way,” a woman in a green shirt orders everyone, making Layla and you hop off the car so you wouldn’t look suspicious—“Let’s go, clear a path!”

Once everyone who had been in the car with you walks away, Layla nudges your arm and points to Harrow leaning back on a truck as he watches his people do all the dirty work.

“You go from the back,” Layla whispers to you as you both keep your eyes locked on the man that killed Marc. “I go from the front.” Layla breaks away from your side, and you hesitate where you stand to look at everyone around.

They all have guns. And there’s too many for just the two of you. Yet, when you look back at Layla to try and stop her, she already has a knife out and is sneaking ahead.

“Layla,” you call just above a whisper and speed walk over to her to reach her side. “Layla—”

“Don’t do it,” a random voice coming from the ground cuts you off and startles you.

When you look down all you see is the dead body of a policeman. “Layla, y/n, wait. I am the Goddess Taweret,” the same body speaks in a femine voice, making you stop to look at them in shock, horror, and awe.

Layla keeps moving so you break from your stupor and run up to catch up to her. This time you don’t say anything, you glance down at the dead bodies out of curiosity and slight anxiety since you don’t want to be startled again.

Once Layla and you come to stop behind a car, the body of a man speaks again in the same femine voice. “Layla, y/n, it’s Marc who’s telling you to stop.”

Marc?

You walk over to the body and narrow your gaze.

“What the hell is this?” Layla retorts.

The body groans and you crouch down to grab them by the collar. “Hey,” you call out in a panicked and hopeful whisper. “Talk to me. This is not some damn joke. My dad is dead.”

“And I’m talking to you through dead people right now. So what?” They counter. “Listen, Harrow is too powerful for the two of you to stop him alone. If Marc..if he can return to life…”

Return—

Is this supposed to be funny?

“Don’t,” you cut off the Goddess in a trembling voice that was laced with annoyance. “This is not funny. What do you mean, return to life?”

Taweret chuckles softly. “You're every bit of your fathers daughter alright.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and let the body go.

“What do you mean, return to life?” Layla repeats.

Taweret groans again and lays back on the ground for a few seconds before lifting up again and continuing. “He is going to need Khonsu. Break his ushabti…”

Without questioning her you slowly nod in acceptance and eagerness a bit too quickly.

“…it’s in the Chamber of the Gods. And you, Layla can be my Avatar. Marc says wonderful things about you.”

“No, no, no,” Layla interjects. “I’ll fight him on my own.”

You look back at Layla and get ready to try and argue, but the lady once again speaks up to the crowd. “It’s time to go!”

Layla grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Come on,” she urges, and then leads you back to the truck without another word to the Goddess that had suddenly appeared.

Once the cars were on the move again you lean towards her and grab her knee to pull her eyes towards you. “Layla, maybe we should listen to her. I mean we can’t fight against Ammit alone. We need her.”

Layla shakes her head and leans her face closer so her voice wouldn’t carry out. “No, y/n, we don’t need her, or anyone else to help us. You know how much Marc suffered with Khonshu, I won’t let you get trapped in the same problem. Nor will I be in the same problem.”

You hum and sit back. “Okay,” you whisper and think back to what Taweret said about your dad returning to life.

“What about my dad? What about Marc? She said he could come back with Khonshu, will we not accept his help?” You press.

Layla slightly narrows her gaze on you and scoffs, “of course I want to help Marc, but we will not enslave ourselves y/n. We will find a way to fight. We always do.” She sits back and looks away, ending the conversation with nothing else to add on the matter.

Now, you also stay quiet and watch the sea of sand pass by, you watch the sky and don’t cry this time. No, how could you? You’re foolishly clinging onto hope that your father would return to you. What you should’ve done in truth is question her, doubt her, but you didn’t because you just want him back.

That’s why you were so foolishly hopeful. Even if you might end up in heartbreak.

It’s why when it came to Harrow opening the Chamber of the Gods you weren’t scared.

“You won’t believe what the Gods have hidden from mankind,” Harrow mutters as you all charge in the chamber—“You’re judges, not warriors.” He continues to say as you spot five people in the platform below ready for Harrow.

They all then begin to fight, so Layla and you use their distraction as an excuse to break away in search of Khonshu’s ushabti. Albeit, when you reach the room there's dozens of them on the wall. You have to step back and stand on your tiptoes to look at the ushabti placed above your heads. You then scan the wall down from there until finally you spot it just across from you.

“Here,” you whisper and reach for the ushabti.

Layla looks over and takes it from your hand. “This is it,” she says. “Good job.”

Instead of breaking it right where you stand, Layla grabs your wrist and pulls you with her as she runs away towards a darker room further from the chamber that began to rumble.

“Here,” Layla says and brings you to a stop, letting you pull your hood and mask off to watch as she puts the ushabti down before stomping it.

The moment every fragment is broken smoke begins to come out and begins to form several feet high into the God you were familiar with.

Once fully formed you gasp and look up at him with fascination. Up to this point all you’ve seen have been old paintings, you’ve just heard stories from your father, but now he’s here. Now you see Khonshu’s intimidating bird skull of a face, you see for yourself how terrifying yet fascinating he looks.

And even still, just a glimpse of him brought you raging anger for what he’s done to your father.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” Khonsu speaks in a loud voice. “He died fighting, no doubt.” “Fighting your war,” Layla spats.

“And it’s far from over,” he argues. “If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you, Y/N Spector, protect the travelers of the night…”

What?

But Layla is right there? Why wouldn’t he want her instead. Why…you?

“Are you joking?” Layla cuts him off before you can even say a thing on the regard. “You turned Marc’s life into a waking nightmare. Now you want to do the same to his daughter? Why would she ever sign up for that?”

You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

“Because neither of you will win against Harrow and Ammit alone,” Khonshu tries to explain.

“We’ll take our chances,” Layla retorts angirly.

He’s right though.

“Marc was in crisis over you,” Khonshu directs at Layla. “His lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little bug. What I offer her—”

“I don’t care what you can offer,” Layla interrupts him spitefully. “Marc didn’t trust you. I don’t trust you. We’ll work together without her enslaving herself.”

Khonshu leans forward, you can feel his presence, feel his stare even if he has no eyes in his eye sockets.

“Yet it is not your choice to make,” he rebuttals. “Y/N Spector, will you be what your father was once to me? Will you protect the travelers of the night?”

Without daring to look back at Layla, you slowly lift your eyes to look at his face. “My father,” you mutter in a quivering voice. “Can you help him? Bring him back to life?”

“Y/N,” Layla hisses.

You keep your eyes on Khonshu and lift your head in confidence. “If you swear to help him I will accept your conditions.”

“Y/N!”

“Please,” you demand.

Khonshu sighs and slightly tilts his head. “Fine,” he accepts. “I will help you. If you help me.”

You slowly begin to smirk, and all the fear and anxiety you had felt in that moment was lost, all that riddled your body was a burning hope and determination.

“I accept.” You finally reveal.

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A/N: Just so you all know I am planning to extend this story past the shows events, so I will post a few more chapters :)

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xavier x wednesday in a hot tub (that's the title)

summary: xavier and wednesday share a dream revolving around a hot tub ;). this is the 8th part to a story ive been posting on ao3 (which explains some missing context) but this is my fav so you guys can have it too:

The blue and white tiles lining the floor felt cold against his feet, a familiar smell of ammonia and bleach lingering in the air. Xavier knew exactly where he was - the indoor pool in the basement of Nevermore’s main hall. It was rarely used, save for siren students on occasions when they found the lake to be too cold. Among the many activities that Xavier’s father had shoved down his throat, he’d had a short stint in competitive swimming. Backstroke was Xavier’s favorite. He’d get lost in it for hours, staring at the cement ceiling and letting the chlorine burn his eyes. Past the lap pool, there was a hot tub that rarely worked and was minimally warm at best.

That didn’t matter in this dream. Steam surrounded the spa, accompanying the sound of the student who occupied it softly splashing her hands in and out of the water. It was no surprise that it was her.

In reality, it was Monday. Xavier was supposed to be in European History right now, learning about the foundational background of the places he hoped to live someday. Instead, he’d been camped out in his art studio since Saturday morning, nursing insomnia by getting high and sketching the back of Wednesday’s head. He’d saved his last of Ajax’s sleeping pills for this morning, already planning to cut class. He hated Mondays, almost as much as he was starting to hate Wednesdays.

He didn’t care if a nightmare was necessary to do it; he just wanted to see her. 

“Hey,” Wednesday’s voice echoed in the emptiness of the natatorium as she turned over her shoulder to look at him. Her hair was down, soaking, reinforcing the idea that she’d been swimming before Xavier arrived. “Get in.”

Xavier nodded, stepping in one foot at a time. He became aware of the fact that he was shirtless, how skinny he’d gotten. He felt embarrassed that she was seeing him this way, but realized that Wednesday wasn’t looking anywhere but his eyes. Their stares remained locked as Xavier sunk into the hot tub, already burning long before he felt the temperature of the water.

Wednesday was wearing a white tank top and black brief underwear, basically clothed. Xavier thought she looked as beautiful as always, pale and delicate and strangely alluring. Her lips were perfectly red and plump, like she was chewing them raw for years before they met, perfecting the color just so he could fantasize about them.

“You’re so far away,” Xavier could barely whisper. He felt as though he was on a stage, before a large audience, afraid to say the wrong thing or fumble his lines. The hot tub was hardly sizable, but the distance between them felt like miles. It took all his focus to not stare at the way her shirt was sticking to her skin, or how her neck was beginning to flush from the heat. She looked just as pretty with some color.

“Come closer then.” Wednesday’s tone was characteristically flat, but her eyes were changed, open and inviting in some way they hadn’t been before.

Xavier crossed the space between them in a single stroke, his hands resting on the outside of her respective legs. He spread the fingers of his right hand apart so that his thumb brushed her thigh, looking up at her. He settled below her, floating in the deeper part of the hot tub while his hands settled on the seated portion that Wednesday occupied. Wednesday stared back, enjoying being above him for once.

Xavier took a deep breath before ducking his head underwater, taking Wednesday by surprise. She drew back briefly as he came up. “Now my hair’s wet, too,” he said, almost bashfully, moving his right hand to push his hair back. Wednesday immediately noticed the absence of his thumb against her.

She watched the drops of water drip down the crevices of his face, slowing as they crossed his eyes and speeding up to a race down his cheeks. She paid special attention to his lips, how drenched they were, imagining how they’d taste like chemicals and salt. The thought made her whole body pulse. He was vulnerable at this moment, staring up towards her through his eyelashes, which were just as wet as the rest of him. She wanted to eat him alive and bet that he’d let her if she asked.

When Xavier moved his hand back down to reposition himself, Wednesday grabbed his wrist. His only reaction was the turning of his head, challenging Wednesday to her next move as though he was a chess piece and she was the grandmaster.

“Touch me.”

Xavier obeyed, a kingpin moving closer to the eighth row of a chessboard. He used his arms to push himself higher, bringing his left hand to the right side of her face. Wednesday leaned back so that Xavier could fall against her, bringing his right hand to brush against the cotton fabric of her underwear. Even in the water, the contact alone caused Wednesday to gasp.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered, biting her earlobe before moving his lips down to mark the rest of her neck. The sensation caused her to roll her head back, Xavier’s left hand sliding from her cheek to find purchase on her breast, pinching and rolling in a way that made her back arch. She hadn’t been scared for a second.

He moved timidly, shyly, like he was going to break her. He knew she wasn’t that way, that she would potentially even prefer a degree of roughness, but he couldn’t negate the preciousness he regarded for the girl he held. If the water wasn’t so hot, he knew he’d be shaking like crazy, and maybe she’d make fun of him for it. He wouldn’t mind.

“Can I pick you up?”

“How?”

“Just give me permission.”

“Yes.”

Xavier dipped his head back underwater, locking his hands under her legs and onto her lower back. He lifted her out of the water, balancing each of her thighs on his shoulders. His face was directly between her legs, barely able to make out Wednesday struggling to keep herself balanced on the tile. The sight may have been one of Wednesday’s favorite things she’d ever seen.

“Don’t slip.” Xavier’s left hand attempted to reach behind Wednesday’s back to pull her forward, trying to offer support.

“It’s too wet,” she whispered. She could feel him smile against her thigh when she said this, which made her blush. He pushed her underwear to the side, working his way closer through small kisses.

“Yeah, I know.”

-

Wednesday jerked up, unable to discern where she was. Her hands made contact with the familiar wood of her desk, and the first sight to her left was Enid, smiling like crazy. Shit. She’d fallen asleep in class.

“Having a good dream?” Enid asked.

Wednesday tried to discern whether this was stated in an accusatory fashion. Had she been making noise? Her cheeks were burning. She couldn’t stop thinking about Xavier’s teeth against her thigh, about how much pressure she had felt, how they hardly even got started. It was the most vivid dream she had experienced, and if she hadn’t been more well-trained, she may have misinterpreted it as a vision. She felt as though she had been in control of her actions, dictating her dialogue in a way that she rarely had the capacity to do in a dream state. “What makes you say that?” She hissed, keeping her tone low to avoid the attention of their professor.

“I’ve never seen you look so peaceful when sleeping. God, you were almost smiling!” Enid scrunched her nose, clearly entertained. “I never get to see you sleep! You always fall asleep after me and wake up before me.”

“You like to watch people sleep?” Wednesday sneered. Somehow, she could feel herself blushing even more.

“What? Are you the only one who's allowed to have a creepy side?”

“Every side is my creepy side.” Wednesday diverted her attention back to her desk, slamming her notebook open. A few peers turned to look, but they were largely used to Wednesday’s random displays of aggression. Wednesday wasn’t focusing anyway.

She decided she was skipping the next period, and the one after. She knew exactly where to find Xavier. Something had to be done, some conversation had to be had - before Friday, she hadn’t been cursed with these damned dreams. She wasn’t mad about the events of the party. She was only upset at how much she wished the dream had been real, at how angry she was that she didn’t know what his moans sounded like in real life.

#xavier thorpe smut #xavier x wednesday smut #xavier smut #xavier thorpe x wednesday addams #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams fanfic #xavier thorpe x wednesday #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe jealous #xavier thorpe #wednesday show #xavier thorpe fanfiction #wednesday fanfiction #wednesday addams fanfiction

[ciucalata]

title: whisper a dangerous secret (to someone you care about) (2/?)

pairings: steddie

rating: T

summary: Steve is born with his whole life already planned out for him: learn how to be a proper future king, become strong and smart and clever enough to find allies in enemies, and then, when his father dies, take on the crown. The only problem is that Steve sucks at his duties as a prince, which put him in a less than favorable light in the people's eyes. He's not that fond of his title either, so there's not much he can do. But then a dragon asks to kidnap him and he doesn't blink an eye before he agrees.

He doesn't except to find what he wished for his entire life because of it.

Steve considers himself a patient person. He has to be if in the future he wants to survive the council meetings as a king. He sees the way his father loses his temper too many times at these meetings, which makes the council members resent him for not handling official affairs better. Steve is already disliked enough by his people, he doesn’t know if he can change how they view him, but he will try to make them understand that he is nothing like his father.

Something about the dragon though makes him impatient. He wants to go look for it again the same morning he finds the clean brown bag, but Robin talks him down. He has lessons to attend and he can’t make his parents any more annoyed than they already are.

He doesn’t even have enough patience to pretend to pay attention to his classes today. Luckily, his apparent disinterest makes his teacher dismiss him earlier from their lessons.

“Very well, Your Highness,” his foreign language teacher says as she stands up, gathering her things. Steve looks up at her, startled from where he’s been staring - admittedly lost since he was thinking about everything but verb conjugation - at his books. “I think we can end our lesson for today. I can see that you’ve been… working harder than usual today.” That’s a lie and they both know it. “Just have those verbs memorized for the next lesson.”

Steve still doesn’t understand what is happening so it takes him longer than it should to also stand up and shake the hand the teacher has put between them. She barely looks at Steve’s chair that falls on its back in his urgency to get up. Once they shake hands, she just nods and leaves.

Steve is glad that his parents decided to hire a foreigner to teach him languages because she doesn’t care that he is a prince and she treats him like she would treat any other student. She could very easily get into trouble for treating him like this, but Steve doesn’t care. It’s actually one of the reasons he likes her and tries to actually make an effort in her classes. Well, he usually does.

“Today’s lesson was actually kind of hard,” Robin says as she lifts Steve’s chair and sits on the chair beside him. Steve sits back down too.

Another reason Steve likes his language teacher is because she also lets Robin attend her lessons and doesn’t care if Robin pays more attention than her actual student. If anything, she seems to enjoy whenever Robin actually asks her something, smiling and thanking her for the great question. Robin just blushes and goes back to pretending as if she hasn’t been paying attention to the lesson all day.

“Here,” he says as he slides his book in front of her. While she nods and hums and mutters the new words to herself, Steve sets his chin in his hand before he turns his attention towards the tall windows that show the forest. He has never been more aware of them than today when he was trying not to look outside every two seconds.

(continue reading on ao3)

#ellie scrie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dragon au #fic: whisper a dangerous secret

[passerine-writes]

Symbols - Chapter 12

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and s/h Word count: 3135

Masterlist

Chapter 11 | Chapter 13

Please read this! I am currently going back and editing everything, the soulmate age is being changed to 15, since I forgot that schools in Japan have a different start and end time for school, I am also editing when the reader has moved, rather than moving in February near the end of the school year, the reader is moving in about November as to account for Nationals taking place in January. I once again have no concept of time in real life and in my writing, I apologize for any inconveniences to earlier readers.

Third Person POV

"Might as well tell you the whole story. Her name is Fumikawa Arise, her son is Fumikawa Komini. And he is my son, your half brother."

Kaara almost choked on air at his words, she was aware that she already had half siblings that were younger than her or near her age, but only knew of the ones of her mothers side and had never met them, seeing as how she put them up for adoption. She was blissfully unaware that she had any from her fathers side.

"I'm sorry?" She was taken aback completely.

"Can we sit down and talk? Please, sweet pea?" Her lips pressed into a flat line as she sat across from her father at the table. "I met her years ago, before you were born. It was around when we both started at the agency, your mother and I were married for about a year or so at the time. Arise became my work wife for lack of better terms, we were both new, close in age and got along effortlessly. We ended up having an affair, and she fell pregnant. Once I heard, I got scared. I cut ties and explained everything, apologized and confessed to your mother who had found out a month and a half prior she was pregnant with you. That's where our fighting began. Komini is only about a month or so younger than you. But Arise and I avoided each other, we tried to pretend we were colleagues and nothing else happened. She gave me the respect that I didn't deserve and told me I should try to amend my marriage. When she heard about the divorce, she apologized and consoled me, so we went back to being acquaintances so nothing would be awkward at work anymore. She was driving out there from this area everyday because that's where she was stationed. She got moved back about a year ago, but we stayed in touch, on occasion I would visit her but we always talked on the phone. Seeing her again after a year made me realized that I truly do hold feelings for her." Her lip quivered and she tried to bite back tears.

"I need time to think, this and mom and everything, it's all just too much. I won't be able to make it to the dinner, I'm sorry." He went to talk but she was already going upstairs, grabbing her phone and wallet. "I'm going to see the boys, I just, this is all too much, maybe I'll meet them another time." His posture slumped but he nodded as she walked out the door. Kaara followed the directions to the bus stop and purchased her ticket without a second thought.

To Kuroo: Hey, I'm sorry for the abrupt text. Are you busy at the moment?

From Kuroo: Never too busy for you little atom. Why do you ask?

To Kuroo: Is it alright if I come over?

From Kuroo: Of course you can shortie, just us or is it okay if the rest are here too?

To Kuroo: Can it just be the two of us for at least a little bit, if it's not too much to ask.

From Kuroo: It's not a problem at all, when will you be here?

To Kuroo: Within an hour I'm assuming.

From Kuroo: See you soon, bubbles

She smiled at the text before staring out the window at the houses and buildings blurring together a bit from the speed of the bus.

She spent the time on the bus lost in her head, reviewing everything that just happened, everything she had been told. To her knowledge, she now had four siblings. Her mother gave birth to twins and one other before she turned ten, both having separate fathers. However she had many more partners and even more alcohol. Everything felt surreal, like she was floating and walking across a path of lies. A lone tear slid down her face as she dwelled on it.

Before she knew it, she was at the stop and four blocks away from the Kuroo household. Light was still out and shining down on the path, but it was peaceful and familiar walking down these streets once again. However, she was alone instead of accompanied by two or four boys like the past. She made her final turn, walking up to a front door and knocking lightly. The door swung open and revealed Kuroo dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweats, tears sprung to her eyes and without thinking she latched onto him, hugging him as if she were falling and he was the safety net. The overwhelming feelings hit her once again and she realized what she had done, spurring the tears to fall harder. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her inside and away from any public eyes. His large, warm hand stroked her hair, allowing her the time and patience to get it all out of her system before talking.

"Lets go up to my room and relax yeah?" She nodded and wiped her eyes, following behind him on a path she already knew. His room hadn't changed much in a year aside from more pictures and wall décor. Yet it all still screamed 'him'. He placed her down on his unmade bed and sat in front of her, one knee bent towards his chest and the other bent on the mattress. "What happened?"

"I have another half sibling." His hooded eyes widened at her statement.

"And that isn't a good thing? Wait, wait, another?" Kaara bit the inside of her cheek and fiddled with her fingers in her lap.

"Yeah, I never met them. My mom had three kids after the divorce but put all of them up for adoption. My dad wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend or whoever who's son is apparently my age and my half brother over dinner today. It was too much so I came here instead."

"So that would mean.." She nodded her head slowly. His sentence stopping before she let him finish it. "Oh shit. How are you handling it right now?"

"I just, I'm mad, and hurt. He kept it a secret from me for years. He lied to me every time he called me his only child. I mostly blamed my mom for everything because I never thought she was telling me the truth. I thought she was just trying to get me to hate my father all that time. And now he's sharing more blame for everything and I hate it." Her voice cracking when she said 'hate', everything was making her head spin. "Would you be mad? If you found out your mom or dad had another kid and hid it from you for your whole life? Am I overexaggerating?" His head cocked to the side at her words, thinking about them closely before speaking.

"I would probably be upset and hurt if I just found that out. So I don't think you're overexaggerating or anything." Her arms ached and itched for a need too far out of reach, fear flooding her nervous system as she saw Kuroo's eyebrows furrow together. "You're allowed to be mad and upset about this. You're allowed to having feelings. Right now, I think you need a movie day." She let out a broken laugh and nodded. Drying her eyes with a sleeve and trying to push away all thoughts of earlier and trying to ignore a feeling on her arms and thighs. "I'll go call the boys over, you go pick out a movie and get some popcorn ready." She quietly agreed, thanking him in the process before trekking downstairs to the kitchen and living room.

Once Kaara was out of earshot, he called Akaashi who answered on the first ring.

"Hello, Tetsurou." The setters voice sounded as smooth as butter and almost made Kuroo forget what he was originally calling about.

"Keiji, I need to ask you something." The boy on the line let out a short 'okay', signalling the second eldest to continue with his question. "A few weeks ago, when you came home after being at Kaara's and a week before that when you talked to Kenma alone. It was about her having a history or self harm wasn't it?" The line fell silent, giving Tetsurou his answer. "Why didn't you tell me? Or any of us?" His voice was quiet and pained, straining with every syllable.

"She made me promise I wouldn't tell any of you until she was ready. How did you find out?" The guilt in Keiji's voice was evident as he spoke.

"She's over here right now, a lot was going on and I think it made her soulmate outlook worse. She accidentally opened the bond, hugged me without thinking and I felt it and it felt exactly like how Kenma's would. But everything leading up to it, before finding out now, it all just clicked together. I have to go call Koutarou and Kenma, we're having a movie day at my house with Kaara, so please be here soon." Akaashi agreed and the call soon ended, calling the other two and inviting them over. Kuroo ran a hand through his bed, trying to figure out how or when he should bring this up but he pushed it away for now, deciding to head downstairs.

Kaara had just put the second bag of popcorn in the microwave and grabbed a few bowls before flipping through Kuroo's movie collection. He had all Studio Ghibli movies, an extensive action collection, a few tapes of his volleyball games, and other miscellaneous genres sprinkled in. She grabbed Howl's Moving Castle out of the shelving unit, thinking it was a good middle ground plus, Calcifer makes everyone smile. She stopped when she felt someone's eyes on her, Kuroo stood there on the stairs, leaning against the railing just gazing at her. She could feel his placidity and serotonin pulsing through the bond, while it relaxed her it also unsettled the girl, knowing that he could feel how vulnerable she now was and at any given moment. Thankfully, Kenma walked in, nodding in acknowledgement to them both before going back to his game and plopping down on the couch.

"When are the others getting here?" She silently thanked him for breaking Kuroo's stare on her.

"Within the next ten minutes I think. Kou was already on his way and almost to Keiji's house so he just waited for him to get there before leaving." They both nodded in response. The microwave beeped loudly, telling everyone that the second bag was ready. She scurried out to go to it, dividing it into three decent sized bowls for the five of them to share.

She also grabbed cups and set them out for when the others got here, that way there wasn't too much clambering around from Bokuto and Kuroo. She filled her cup with some water and sipped on it, staring out the kitchen window whilst lost in thought. So much had happened today and she had only been awake for eleven (11) hours at this point. School was just as boring as the first day, except eating lunch with Sakusa and Komori became a daily thing, one that she also began looking forward to. Everything with her father, thoughts about her mother, opening the bond with Kuroo on accident and now seeing all the guys.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hi."

"Where's Kaara?" Bokuto's yelling and question caught her attention, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I'm right here, Bo." He smiled and ran towards her, crushing the petite girl in a hug when she emerged in the doorway.

"I've missed you!!" Each word was enunciated with him swinging her from one way to the next.

"I've missed you all too."

"Did you hear that?!? She said she missed all of us!" He bellowed, her eardrums paying the price.

"She may not be able to hear after you just yelled in her ears like that." His large hands covered her ears now after Akaashi's retort.

"AGH! I'm so sorry!" His voice was slightly muffled but it was still clear to her. He froze as she started laughing.

"It's okay." Kaara spoke slowly, dragging out the words and dragging off his hands. "I made popcorn and grabbed cups for drinks if you guys want to grab any for the movie." She stepped back as three of the four pushed their way through the doorway, Kenma remained on the couch with wide eyes at his soulmates enthusiastic approach. A round of 'thank you's were said, Kuroo carrying two cups and the other two carrying a drink and a bowl.

She sat relaxed next to Kuroo, Kaara in the corner, Kuroo in the middle with Kenma on the other end with the Fukurodani boys sitting in front of all of them on the floor. Her legs were curled up to her chest, popcorn long gone after half an hour. Kuroo's grandmother came downstairs for a moment to say hello, she was a sweet elderly lady in her seventies who used a cane to get around. She was especially happy to see Kaara there, but said it was getting near her 'bed time' so the two would have to catch up another time before retreating to her room. The sun was long gone as the five were half way through the second movie when she realized she should probably leave to catch the last bus home.

"I should probably catch the bus home, it's getting late." Bokuto's hair flattened a bit, but Kuroo was the first to speak up.

"Or you could spend the night, it's been a while since the five of us had a sleep over plus it's not safe for you to walk alone and go on a bus in the dark. You can catch one in the morning or afternoon tomorrow." His baritone voice was smooth with a small rasp to it after not properly talking in over two hours.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose or be a burden or anything." Four pairs of eyes snapped to the girl, as though she had just insulted their grandmothers and sisters.

"I'm sure. You're never a burden or anything. Just like middle school, yeah?" He just had to say the phrase.

All of the boys knew she wanted time to go back a year and a half ago before anything changed. And they all knew that one sentence made her weak. Knowing it made her hopeful and relaxed about all of them being around her.

"Okay, I'll have to let my dad know. I also didn't think to bring a change of clothes and I doubt your sister has left anything here since moving with her boyfriend a year ago."

"Fiancé now, and yeah, she doesn't have any here anymore. You can just borrow some of mine." Before she could utter a response, he was already pulling her upstairs to his room. "I'll try and find something that'll fit you and not completely drown you." She stood awkwardly as he rummaged through his drawers and closet. Unbeknownst to her, his plan was in action. He grabbed a t-shirt that he hasn't worn in well over a year since it no longer fit him and an old pair of his volleyball shorts. He handed her the clothes and watched as she tried not to show any emotion on her face. "It gets kinda warm in here because Grams doesn't like to leave windows open at night and she likes to keep the heat up for herself." She tried to remain looking neutral, like this wasn't terrifying and she knew she was going have to tell him the truth. "Are those alright, little atom?" She went to talk, mouth slightly opened but clamped her mouth shut. "Is it about your scars?" Her eyes went wide with fear but quickly went back to her normal, impassive look.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He cocked an eyebrow, arms now crossed in front of his chest and he moved to stand in front of the door.

"You've always been a bad liar, your tell is so obvious. I felt it earlier in my room, the itch and burn? I felt the same thing with Kenma before he got clean. So I called Akaashi and his silence was enough of an answer. Kenma already has his suspicions so he already has his own answer until proven otherwise. So, is it about your scars?" She clutched the clothes tighter, knowing she was stuck in a corner she couldn't get out of.

"You guys weren't supposed to know about that. I didn't talk about it for a reason. This is more of why I didn't want to open the bonds. Okay? So what if it is about my scars? I've gotten used to the heat, and the pain and so much more that I never wanted to worry any of you with. I never told anyone, nobody knew before Akaashi and that's because he felt the itching and the burning and he felt me relapse one night. You already knew how I would react but you still pushed it anyways, Kuroo." Her voice raised a bit and all he did was smirk.

"There's the little firecracker. But I didn't mean to push your buttons, bubbles, I didn't know you were going to react like this. Look, you don't have to hide around us. You never have to. The only one who might have a react down there is Koutarou, and that's because he has a big heart. Nobody here is going to be mad at you, especially not over this." She relaxed at his words, taking in what he was saying.

"I'm sorry for snapping. That wasn't right of me." He nodded, his own way of accepting an apology and turned to walk out to give her the privacy if she wanted to change. "Kuroo? Did you know? Before today, I mean." He stopped and turned back around, leaning against the door jam.

"I had my theories, but I never fully knew until today. I noticed that in summer you were always wearing long sleeves and sometimes even sweatpants. That even during the spring and early fall you wore the winter uniform. That sometimes your long sleeves looked a little thicker than usual even though the material itself was on the thinner side."

He noticed.

Someone.. someone actually noticed those things.

She nodded her head once more, swallowing the lump that now sat in her throat and debated on whether or not to change once the door gently clicked shut.

#haikyuu #bokuakakuroken #kuroo #tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou #kozume #kenma #kozume kenma #akaashi #keiji #akaashi keiji #bokuto #koutarou #bokuto koutarou #nekoma #fukurodani #series #polyamorous #lgbt #x oc #soulmate au

[unmeisenshi]

Urie, Audie, Beck, and Misha all teleported back to Avett's clinic, getting patched up over the course of a few hours. The entire time, they were keeping an eye on the news, watching it from inside the clinic. Audie watched the TV intently as Avett stitched and bandaged the area where his left wing once was.

"Audie... You are aware that you won't be able to fly again, unless you get help from your father." Avett said, looking to the Espeon for an answer.

"Yeah... I know..." He replied quietly. His shoulder blade hurt, his right eye hurt, and his normally free spirited attitude was no longer there. Audie grit his teeth and hissed as Avett stitched the wound. "I... Take it you won't want me out for a while?"

"Correct. I won't keep you here, but I will want you to stay home to rest. Not just for the sake of keeping your wounds shut, but for your mental health. I can tell that losing your wing is troubling you. If you spend time with your mother, perhaps she could help you feel a bit better."

Audie nodded, and looked back up at the TV. Already, there were two reports in regards to wishes. One was in Pokemon Square, where two Gengar permanently Mega-Evolved and began committing murders. The other was right in downtown Alstroemeria. A Centiskorch had grown massive in size, and was wrecking the town.

"Damn... We'll have to finish up at the house. I'll get my supplies, you go and inform the others." Avett rushed off to pack, while Audie stepped out into the lobby, where Urie, Beck, and Misha were waiting. They looked at Audie's bandaged face and arm, and each frowned.

"So... I take it you won't be coming with us?" Misha asked.

"No. I've been told not to." Audie sighed. "I've already seen two news stories, so here's the plan. Beck and Misha, you two stay here and handle the Centiskorch. Your typing especially, Beck, will help in that fight. Urie, get Xan and go to Pokemon Square. There are some murderous Gengar, but as long as you both combine moves with your martial arts, you'll do fine. Since I'm staying at home, I'll relay any other stories I see to you all so I can direct you."

The party all nodded to each other in agreement. Avett would return and stand next to Audie. The Espeon would place a hand over his heart. "Stay safe, everyone. I'm sorry I can't help more."

Urie lightly rubbed Audie's leg. "It's fine. You being our eyes and ears during this is more than enough for us."

The Espeon remained quiet for a moment. "Thank you. I just wish I could help more." After a look to the party, Avett took his badge out and began teleporting him and Audie out. He was able to get out one more sentence. "May the Gods watch over you all."

In a bright flash, Avett and Audie were gone. Beck looked down at Urie. "Head on out, Urie. Xan should be at Morello's place. Me and Misha will hopefully get this done quickly."

The Mawile nodded. "Okay. I know this is your first big mission after a long break, but both of you... Don't push yourselves too hard. We've lost so many friends already... We don't need to lose more." Urie held his badge out, and teleported to Morello's house.

Beck and Misha then stepped out of the clinic, only to see the glow of fire on the outskirts of town and embers falling like snow. The two would rush towards the fire, ready to fight whatever was waiting for them.

#trajectory of adventure: team neo destiny #act vii: wish the worst

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Kara is steadfastly not looking at Lena as she greets her family, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of Lena in the room, her heartbeat loud and fast, filling Kara’s ears.

She knows, once she sees Lena, there will be nothing to stop her crossing the room and sweeping her up in her embrace, holding her tight and vowing to never let her go again.

But her friends deserve a hello, and she wants it too.

J’onn’s arms are strong, making her feel safe and protected as he hugs her.

She’s surprised by the amount of emotion there is in Brainy’s voice when he speaks, and she hugs him close as their bodies collide.

Nia holds her so close, fingers curling into her suit to hold her as tight as possible as Kara holds her back, smiling into the hug, so happy to see her, to see them all.

And then there’s Lena.

The way Lena’s lip quivers, the way tears shine bright in Lena’s eyes, nearly breaks Kara’s heart when she finally turns to her.

She did that, she hurt Lena once again.

Lena steps forward, arms opening at the same time as Kara’s do and then their bodies are crashing together, Kara’s arms holding her as tight as she can without hurting her.

Kara breathes in, smells Lena’s perfume and shampoo mixed with something sweet that Kara’s never been able to identify, but it’s what one of Lena’s shirts had smelled like that she’d left at Kara’s apartment, one Kara had worn until it didn’t smell like her anymore.

She has to choke back a sob as emotions swell in her chest, a confusing tangle of fear and hope and love that has Kara pressing her face into Lena’s neck for a moment as she tries to center herself, get her emotions back in check.

“It’s only because you’re on the team that I’m here,” Kara manages to get out, something Alex had told her, something Alex had confessed after, tears in her eyes and a shake in Alex’s body when her sister had told her they could’ve gotten Kara back sooner, how Alex had chosen to save thousands of people but Lena fought to save her instead.

Fear and hope had collided in Kara’s chest then, too, because she’d made that choice with Mon-El, sent him away, to save Earth. Kara’s not sure she could’ve made that same decision if it had been Lena in his place, and that scares her.

Lena gasps at the words, and all Kara can do is hold her as she feels Lena’s arms tighten around her.

And then all too soon, Lena is pulling away but Kara can’t let go, not yet. Her hands slip over Lena’s biceps, down her forearms to grip her hands. She squeezes Lena’s hands, Lena smiling at the gesture, and something clicks in Kara’s chest.

Kara swallows, tilting forward before she even realises it, drawn to Lena, eyes caught on her smile.

Lena freezes, and it’s that motion, or lack of motion, that stops Kara, makes her realise what she’s doing, what she was about to do.

Her eyes flash up to Lena’s, confusion now swimming in wide green eyes as she remains frozen on the spot.

She was about to kiss her best friend, her very platonic best friend, and even if her feelings for said best friends certainly aren’t platonic, she still knows you’re not meant to kiss your best friend.

(You’re not meant to fall in love with them either but that’s another issue).

Kara glances to the right when movement draws her attention and now Kara feels frozen too as she spots Alex, glancing between them, an all to knowing look on her face.

That’s not good, because if Alex knows, knows what she’s thinking, knows what she was about to do, that means Lena might too, and that’s altogether another scary thought.

Her father stepping into the room breaks the moment, saves Kara from having to say or do anything and Kara feels relief course through her body, both because it means she doesn’t have to deal with this right now and because he’s actually here, alive, it wasn’t a dream. The relief loosens her limbs, lets her move once again as she crosses the room to hug him, avoiding eye contact with everyone else as she does.

She can feel two particular sets of eyes burning a hole in her back, like they’re the ones with heat vision, but Kara ignores them, hardly even pays attention to what is being said as she points to the balcony.

“I’m just going to…” she doesn’t even finish her sentence as she walks off. It’s dark out, so she doesn’t have the excuse of wanting to get some sun as she steps on to the balcony, but it gives her a moment to breathe.

She focuses on the sounds around her, the street below, cars honking, people laughing, the noise of the city filling her mind, leaving little room for anything else.

“Kara?”

Kara knew someone would follow her, but she jumps at the intrusion, so focused on the rest of National City the noise from the tower had gotten lost in it.

Alex steps in close, arm going through Kara’s as she leans into her sister’s side, head falling to rest on Kara’s shoulder.

Kara sighs, leans into Alex’s touch, knows her sister needs this contact just as much as she does.

They’re silent for a while, and Kara’s starting to wonder if Alex will actually say something when she finally speaks.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Kara swallows. She knows exactly what Alex is talking about. “Talk about what?” she asks anyway.

“About how you nearly kissed Lena.”

Alex’s words are quiet, soft, like she knows how Kara will react, but that doesn’t stop Kara’s intake of breath and the sudden desire to just leap from the balcony.

Alex’s arm tightens around hers, like she knows exactly what Kara is thinking.

“Alex-“ Kara starts, the name half choked out, but Alex interrupts.

“I know,” Alex soothes, lifting her head so she can look at Kara. “I know.”

“Do you...do you think she noticed?” Kara asks. She’s not sure why she’s so scared when she wants nothing more than to pull Lena back into her arms and hold on forever. Maybe it’s because she’s hurt her so much already, or maybe it’s because she’s already lost her so many times and if she truly opens her heart to Lena and she loses her again, it will destroy her.

“She did,” Alex nods.

Kara presses her lips together and wills herself not to cry as she looks back over the city.

“Hey,” Alex says, hand against Kara’s cheek, bringing them face to face again. “She wants that too, okay? I was with her while you were gone, I saw how much she cares about you, I saw that she’d do anything to get you back. Trust me. You two have been through so much and you deserve to be happy. You don’t have to talk to her now, but you should when you’re ready. She’ll understand.”

“But-“

“I promise,” Alex says, her voice strong. Kara believes her. “She’ll wait as long as you need her to.”

Kara lets the words settle over her. The air is cold but she fights away the chill, focuses on the warmth of Alex’s body instead, focuses on her heartbeat to keep her grounded.

“I love her,” Kara whispers after a long moment. She glances back inside as she says it, heart getting caught in her throat when she sees Lena watching them. Lena quickly turns, feigns doing something on the computer, but the jump in her heart says she knows she’s been caught.

Alex doesn’t seem surprised by the admission. Kara wonders how long she’s known. 

“And she loves you too,” Alex says with a smile and a kiss to Kara’s temple.

Kara lets the words wash over her, something warm settling in her chest as her sister gives her arm one last squeeze and leaves.

Kara turns and watches her go, hears the anxious, “Is she okay?” Lena quietly asks Alex as she walks by.

“I think so,” Alex says and Kara’s not sure if that’s true as she shivers, the cold air filling her lungs and reminding her too much of the Phantom Zone that she breathes out, trying to focus on the sounds of the city again to push it all away.

She’s about to go back inside, see if she can’t get another platonic hug from Lena because that’s the warmest she’s felt since she returned, when a voice behind her startles her again.

“Mind if I join you?”

It’s hesitant, unsure, Lena twisting her fingers together as she says it.

“Please,” Kara says, sounding a touch too desperate as she nods to the space beside her.

Lena steps in close, but not quiet touching as they stand side by side, her hands falling to rest on the rail beside Kara’s.

“I missed you,” Lena says into the silence, quiet and honest.

“I missed you, too,” Kara replies, eyes darting sideways. Lena’s face is half shadowed in the dark, but achingly beautiful in the dim lights of the city.

She glances back out over the city, wonders if Lena will bring up what happened. Or what almost happened.

But she remains silent, and Kara realises that Lena is just going to let it go, let Kara do things in her own time, when she’s ready.

Kara shifts her hand closer to Lena’s on the railing, fingers brushing slightly. She almost stops there, almost pretends it’s an accident but the little sigh Lena lets out at the contact has Kara giving up any pretence as she threads her fingers through Lena’s.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” Lena swallows. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if-” She cuts herself off, the words getting caught in her throat, sounding close to tears again. Kara gives her hand a squeeze, and then realises that’s not enough so she turns, pulling Lena into a hug once more.

Lena sags against her, feels the shake of Lena’s body as Kara holds her.

“I’m here,” Kara promises, pressing a kiss to Lena’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” Lena asks, pulling away. She’s not crying but tears are shimmering in her eyes and she hates once again that she’s hurt Lena.

“I promise.”

They stay like that for a long moment, in each others space. Kara uses a great deal of self control not to glance down at red lips again.

It’s Lena that steps away first, again. Kara almost chases the contact but she stops herself this time.

“You didn’t get any of the cake before, and I heard a rumour that it’s your favourite.”

Kara’s eyes light up. “Is there any left?”

Lena laughs, eyes lighter than they have been all evening and something in Kara’s chest settles, feels almost normal, like it hasn’t in a long time.

“Duh, no one gets between Kara Danvers and food.”

Kara pokes out her tongue, which Lena responds to with a poke in her side and everything just feels right.

“Hey,” Kara says, catching Lena’s hand as she’s about to walk inside. Kara’s not sure if it’s because Lena looks so beautiful or if it’s because she wants no more secrets between them or she just doesn’t want to wait anymore but the words tumble from her lips with none of her previous fear. “I love you.”

Lena’s sharp intake of breath says she got Kara’s intended meaning.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Kara continues. “Not yet, or ever, but I want you to know.”

This time it’s Lena who’s leaning forward, crowding into Kara’s space. Kara doesn’t miss the way Lena’s eyes fall to her mouth, in a complete role reversal from before.

Kara is the one that crosses the final distance, tilts her head to capture Lena’s lips in her own.

Despite knowing it’s about to happen, Kara still gasps when their mouths meet, heat flooding through Kara as Lena’s fingers tangle in her hair, hold her close as their lips move together.

“I love you, too,” Lena says into the kiss, but the shock of the words are enough to make Kara pull away.

“You do?” Kara breathes, voice filled with awe.

Lena looks slightly dazed, her lip stick smudged and it makes it very hard not to kiss her again.

“I do. I have for a long time. Even when...” Lena trails off, Kara knowing exactly when Lena was referring to, something they still need to talk about.

“Me too,” Kara says, swallowing down the emotion building in her chest. She hadn’t realised, all this time, Lena had felt the same way.

She’s about to lean in, to kiss Lena again, because Lena’s lips are so soft and she wants to show Lena exactly how she feels about, but voices inside pull her attention away.

“Are you thinking about cake?” Lena asks, misinterpreting her distraction.

“No,” Kara smiles. “Nia is excitedly telling Alex that we just kissed.”

“Oh,” Lena says, cheeks going red. Kara’s not sure if it’s the word ‘kiss’ or the fact that they’ve been caught that causes it though. Lena swallows. “Do you want to go and get some cake?” Lena asks as she glances inside, sees they’re being watched, but she makes no move to pull away this time.

Kara shakes her head. “No.”

“Are you okay?” Lena asks, jokingly bringing a hand to her forehead as her attention returns to Kara. “I’ve never heard of Supergirl passing up cake before.”

Kara rolls her eyes with a shrug. “Some things are better than cake.”

“Oh really?” Lena asks, a smile playing on her lips.

Kara winds her arms around Lena’s neck, tilts forward, her lips brushing Lena’s when she speaks. “Really.”

A call from Alex pulls them apart not long later and Kara turns to see her sister’s nose scrunched up in disgust as she looks at them, but she can also tell Alex is trying not to smile.

“Are we allowed to eat this cake yet? I’m starving.”

Kara smiles as she reaches down to thread her fingers through Lena’s hand, tugs her towards the door.

There are knowing, and very amused, looks when they return inside, but they all look happy.

Kara’s happy too, something she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel again.

It’s her father’s comment that makes her laugh again as they’re all eating cake, Kara managing with just one hand because she’s not ready to let Lena go yet.

“Is Lena not your wife?”

Kara presses her face into Lena’s shoulder, cheeks red when Alex’s response is, “not yet.”

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Fall Out, 9:47PM — Belong

Warning: Familiar argument/fight and violence (nothing major).

Feeling his pocket vibrate over and over as Jimin kept spamming him with texts for him to go back downstairs where the party was taking place, he kept on walking, completely ignoring his best friend’s pleads, as he knew all too well that Jimin would not make a scene, which would definitely happen if he ran after him to stop him.

It wasn’t like he was trying to start a fight or anything. He had just seen you talk to your parents by the other side of the room — neither of you looking precisely happy as you made your way upstairs, where Jimin had pointed out your bedroom was. And, although he was dying to know what was going on, he knew he could always ask you afterwards. It was watching Sungjin going up right after you, what made him decide he was joining whatever was happening up there as well.

After all, he was your boyfriend. Not Sungjin. Even if the entire world believed otherwise.

It took him a good couple of minutes to find your room, for the mansion you used to live in was way bigger than he had expected — the music downstairs being barely audible anymore as he kept walking deeper into the second floor. He would probably have ended up giving up and going back down with Jimin to keep on drinking his feelings away, if it weren’t for the fact that he caught a glimpse of Sungjin after having turned right into what he thought, and hoped, was the last hallway.

Lee remained outside of a white door that Taehyung supposed belonged to your bedroom — palms lightly pressed to it as he tried his best to listen to what you and your parents were talking about inside.

“Stalker much?” Taehyung couldn’t help but call out once he reached his side, voice quiet as he tried his best for you not to listen to them from the other side of the door.

Sungjin rolled his eyes, taking a step back from the door. “Just worried”.

“What’s there to be worried about?”

“Y/N’s trying to talk them out of going on the trip, that won’t end up well”.

Taehyung frowned, clear panic mixed with confusion in his eyes. “What trip?”

Sungjin froze, petrified eyes locking with Taehyung’s to try and find out whether he was playing dumb or not.

“Yah, what trip are you talking about?” Taehyung pushed it.

“She… She didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head no. And for a moment there, staring into the dumbfounded and quite worried expression on Sungjin's face, he forgot that he didn’t know about your relationship to begin with. He seemed way too aware not to.

Nevertheless, even if Sungjin didn’t know you and Taehyung had been a couple for a good amount of months by now, he was not stupid — the chemistry between the two of you, and the way you cared for one another, were too much for him not to notice. Therefore, he was indeed taken aback over you not telling Taehyung you were going on a family trip with him.

Before Sungjin could even begin to try and give him an explanation, however, both their heads snapped back to the door — the voices inside becoming louder and closer to where they were standing. Just enough for them to be heard through the door, even more considering both guys pressed their ears to it without a second thought.

“You never listen to me!” your exasperated voice was the first one they heard. “I don’t want to do this anymore, just let me go already”.

“You can still change your mind, dear” your mother spoke up. “We said one year and we’re not giving up on showing you that you belong here until the last second”.

“Will you ever leave me alone after that?” your broken words made Taehyung feel uneasy. “Because this one year was supposed to be for me to show you I could survive on my own, which, by the way, I already did. It was never for you to convince me to stay”.

“We would be morons not to try and make you stay, dear”.

“I’m starting to believe the two of you will sabotage my life until I come crawling back here with you”.

“All we’re asking is for you to consider your choices until the year is done. We’re not monsters, darling” it was your father the one to speak up this time, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes right as you scoffed quite loudly.

“Lately that is all I can see you two as”.

“Excuse me?”

“What I just said,” although your voice trembled, it was confident enough. “I love you both so much, but all you’ve done this past year is make my life harder. I loved my life here, with its ups and downs, until the Jimin incident happened and you guys became even more controlling than you ever were”.

“We just want what’s best for you” your mother tried to make you understand. “All we want is for you to have the best things in life, Y/N”.

“And I have everything I need back home with Taehyung”.

Sungjin’s eyes snapped up to Taehyung, who bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best not to smile at your words, as your relationship had apparently been exposed to your fake fiancé right then.

“Please, that is not your home” your mother laughed, in a way that made your boyfriend’s blood boil. “You belong here, dear. You’re a Kim. You have always been and will always be a Kim. I know you will come to your senses and marry Sungjin so you can take after our business with your brother. You’re coming with us and that’s final”.

“Watch me. I’m not going on that trip”.

That’s when the doorknob turned and you came out of the room, stopping in your tracks when you stood face to face with the two nosy guys who didn’t know where to hide right then.

“What are you doing here?” your father’s voice was heard over yours — threatening eyes not on Sungjin, but on Taehyung.

Your boyfriend, however, did not take one step back. “Trying to find out what’s going on here”.

“I will tell you what’s going on here, handsome” your mother interrupted, unintentionally using the pet name you had for him — in a despective way, of course. He hated it. “Our daughter deserves better than you. She will come with us on a family trip with Sungjin and his family, so she can spend some quality time with her fiancé and realise how much happier she would be if she just married him and stayed here with us”.

“I’m not staying”.

“Whether you like it or not, this is reality” your mother kept talking to Taehyung regardless of your addition. “Did you really think a heiress like her could fall for a cheap artist like you?”

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that” you defended him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung, on the other hand, stayed silent.

He knew that was not what you thought. He had heard you only one minute ago tell your parents that you wanted to be with him, that your home was with him. Nevertheless, it hurt. Hearing all those things hurt, because they were exactly what he had been thinking when he saw you act ever so happily with your guests downstairs as your birthday gala went on.

No mater how many actual proof he had of you wanting to stay with him, he couldn’t help but think that there was still a chance, as small as it could be, of you coming back here with your parents and leaving him. Maybe it was the trauma of having lost all his loved ones before, he wasn’t sure. But, whatever it was, he couldn’t help but feel like he would lose you in the end.

They were right, in a way. You were used to this lifestyle. And he wished he could give you this kind of life. But he couldn’t. He could not afford it. He would never be able to afford it.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that” your mother fought back. “You still are my daughter, dear. Know your place”.

“Please,” you let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve known my place all along. Now you should take a hint and know yours, mother. Taehyung is my boyfriend”.

“And I am your mother”.

“I don’t care who you are! I love him! I love him and I’m staying with him, whether you like it or n—”

Your words were cut off by a burning feel in your cheek, one that a second later you learned had been caused by your mother’s hand colliding with it.

That was all it took for the two guys present to run next to you. Taehyung was faster, though — warm, familiar hands cupping your face and checking up on your already swollen cheek, his worried eyes silently asking your teary ones if you were okay, only glaring at your mother once you had nodded your head.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m her mother, she owes me respect”.

“She owes you nothing!” he pulled you to him. “She is an adult, why can’t you get that?”

“We do not owe you any explanations” your father said, so calmingly it was infuriating.

“I would like an explanation, though” Sungjin mumbled. “Since I could possibly be marrying into this family”.

“Sungjin-ah…” your mother warned him.

“You just hit your daughter. In front of our eyes. You cannot possibly believe that is alright”.

“I believe the two of you don’t have a say in this”.

“As her possible future husband, I think I do”.

“And as her actual boyfriend,” Taehyung’s low voice caught their attention. “I will be taking her away from you now”.

Before they could stop you, his hand travelled up to your shoulder, securely keeping you by his side as he turned around and guided you away from the dramatic scene you had been involved in.

“I wouldn’t stop her from going on the trip with us tomorrow if I were you” your father spoke up as the two of you walked away from them. “Wouldn’t want your precious art to go downhill”.

“Whatever”.

You stared up at him, not being able to hide just how much both your father’s threat and Taehyung’s careless answer had worried you. Daring your parents was like playing with fire, and you didn’t want him to burn — especially not when he had found himself involved in this whole situation because of you.

All the confidence you had once felt about not going on the trip no matter what card they pulled on you, gone. For they were no longer using a card against you, but on him. You could not drag him into a fight that wasn’t his.

But he didn’t seem to mind. And, if he did, he was hiding it very damn well. With his eyes fixed ahead of you, he did nothing but keep walking aimlessly.

Although his first thought had been to take you home, he couldn’t ignore the fact that the place was filled with paps waiting outside so they could pester with questions and picture whoever it was that left the gala. Definitely not the way to go when you’re trying to keep a relationship secret. So, instead, he took you to one of the bathrooms on the second floor — informing you where he wanted to go and having you point out for him where the closest bathroom was.

Once inside, he made sure to lock the door, later lifting you up by your waist and sitting you down on the sink. Turning the hot water on, he wet a small towel and gently pressed it to the swollen skin on your cheek, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth at the contact.

“Are you really okay?” his eyes fixed on yours.

You nodded, a small smile curving up the corners of your lips. “Should’ve seen the one she gave me after finding out about Jimin and I”.

“It’s not funny” he shook his head, eyes just as worried as before.

“Sorry” you lowered your head. “I’m okay, though. It hurt me more what she said to you”.

“It was nothing” he lied, pressing the towel to your face one last time before he put it down next to you on the sink.

“None of it is true” you reassured him.

“Even the trip bit?”

You bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten as you knew you could no longer keep this from him; not when you had not managed to make your parents change their mind. You shook your head no. “That part is true…”

“So you’re truly going on a ‘family trip’ with them” his voice let you know just how bad he was not having it. “When?”

You said nothing, staring down at your hands resting on your lap as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers.

“Y/N?” he pushed it, your silence alone letting him know he would not like the answer he was looking for. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow”.

Silence.

And then, a breathy laugh escaped his mouth — an incredulous one, with no signs of humor in it whatsoever.

“Tomorrow?” he repeated. “You’re leaving tomorrow for God knows how long, on a trip with the one guy you’re possibly marrying, and you’re only now telling me?”

“I’m not marrying him” you mumbled.

“Were you even planning on telling me at all?” he asked, not seeming to care about your quiet correction. “Or were you just leaving tomorrow and letting me know once you were in a hotel room on the other side of the world?”

“Don’t be like that…”

“Then how do you want me to be, Y/N? Don’t I have a right to know my girlfriend is going on a trip with another guy?”

“I was trying to stop the trip altogether” you tried to explain. “That’s why I was talking to my parents. I do not want to go, Taehyung. I was trying to make them change their mind”.

“Well, that surely worked” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry” you held his hands in yours. “I tried, I really did”.

“So that’s it?” he asked coldly. “You’re going?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Yes!” he took a step back, hands slipping from yours. “You do. You’ve had a choice all along, yet you’ve decided to still follow your parents’ orders even after all this time”.

“My father literally threatened your career if I ended up not going”.

“I don’t care what he does to my career. I can go back to work part time and keep it as a hobby for all I care”.

“I won’t let you do that”.

“I told you I don’t care about it,” his voice turned stern. “Why do you?”

“Because I don’t want to be the reason your life is sabotaged”.

“My life is being sabotaged right now and it’s got nothing to do with my art”.

That had you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“This, right now” he pointed to you and back at him. “I want to be with you, Y/N. But you’re not letting me, you’re making all the decisions for me”.

“I’m not making any decisions for you”.

“Yes, you are” he threw his head back in exasperation. “You’re choosing my career over you right now and I’m not even getting a say on it. It’s supposed to be my decision and I’d choose you in a heartbeat”.

“Taehyung…”

“Just stay here” he pleaded in a small whisper, his forehead faintly resting on yours. “With me”.

You bit your bottom lip, in a poor attempt at stopping it from trembling as your eyes welled up with tears. “I can’t…” you managed to whisper. “I can’t risk it. Even if I did stay, you would end up hating me for having ruined for you what you love the most”.

“I love you the most”.

You shook your head no. Your heart hurt more with every passing second. “It’s only going to be a couple of days. We won’t be there for longer than a week, an—”

“I don’t care how long it’s going to be,” he once again withdrew from your touch. “I don’t want you to go”.

“Taehyung, they have contacts in every single art gallery in the country” you pointed out, letting him know what he would be facing.

“I don’t care” he repeated, growing more frustrated by the second. “I’ve been very understanding when it comes to keeping our relationship a secret and you going out with Sungjin and acting like a couple all the time we’ve been dating, but I am not letting you go on a romantic trip with him”.

“It’s not a romantic trip”.

“No, you’re right. It’s a family trip” his words sounded venomous. “Do you know how much more that hurts? You’re supposed to be my family, not his”.

“I am!” you cupped his face, pulling him close enough for your forehead to rest on his. “I am your family, handsome. I’m never going to be his. But it’s just this once,” your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks. “Just this once, and then the last month will be gone and I won’t ever have to go out with him and act like a couple again”.

Taehyung shook his head, defeatedly closing his eyes. “It won’t end there,” he sighed. “You know that, right? After the trip there will be a family dinner, then maybe another gala, then a proposal, th—”

“No” you cut him off. “No, that won’t happen. I won’t let it happen”.

“They threatened us with my career, Y/N. They won’t let that card go” he reminded you. “And although I don’t care about it, you seem to do”.

“I just can’t bear to be the reason your dream goes to waste. I know my parents” you tried to explain. “This one month left will be over soon…”

“Why not stop everything now then?”

“They won’t let me. The deal was one year, they won’t let me give the remaining month up, don’t you think I’ve tried already?” your voice broke. “If I had known I would fall for you three months in, I wouldn’t have agreed to one year”.

He sighed, feeling his own eyes well up with tears, yet doing his best to stop them from falling. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I promise it will be just for a few days”.

“Just a few days are enough for you to change your mind”.

You froze at his words, a part of you understanding what he meant, yet not wanting to believe it. “What?”

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek. He had said it out of spite, out of hurt, but it was done, and now you were waiting for an answer. So, he gave you one.

“I saw how happy you looked tonight. The way you would talk with those girls you’ve always said are not your friends. The way you would lock your arm with Sungjin’s and smile next to him all night long”.

“There are cameras everywhere, I was acting”.

“Didn’t look like acting” he mumbled.

You sighed, fixing your hair as you tried to come up with the right words. “I admit I did enjoy myself every now and then, but that doesn’t mean I want to stay here”.

“Try saying that after multiple nights having caviar and champagne for dinner”.

“You’re being unfair”.

“I am being unfair?” he scoffed. “I’m not the one going on a trip with the person I could end up marrying”.

“I won’t end up marrying him!” you repeated what you had been saying for over a year now. “I love you, not him. I won’t leave you and I will not marry him. You just… don’t trust me at all, do you?”

“Don’t try to turn the tables” he warned you.

“No, I know I hurt you and I know I’m in the wrong, and that you have all the right to be mad at me right now. But you should know better than to believe I will just drop what we have over a fancy life”.

“Well, it’s been nearly a year and you still haven’t let this double life of yours go. Plus, you didn’t move out because you hated this lifestyle, but because you didn’t want an arranged marriage, so…”

“So that’s what you think? That I will fall right back for this lifestyle’s charms and end up leaving you?” you tried to look for his eyes, only to have him stare intently to the wall on the side. “Do you think I changed from the way I was when we first met at all?”

He shrugged, and it was the fact that he stayed silent for a few seconds, actually considering his answer, what hurt you the most. “They’re your parents after all. Your family… or at least your biological one. You still love them no matter how bad they treat you, and I guess I get it. You just don’t seem ready to let them go”.

“I just told my parents that I love you and am staying with you” you pushed it.

“Words mean nothing when you’re showing the exact opposite” his words felt like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown at you. “If you wanted to stay with me like you say, we wouldn’t be having this argument right now”.

“It’s not that simple, you know that” you whispered.

He shrugged, saying nothing else as his eyes remained fixed anywhere else but in yours.

“I don’t see this conversation going anywhere anymore” you managed to quietly say, when you could no longer take the overwhelming silence that had taken over the room.

“On that we agree” he stated, taking another step back. “I’ll head back home”.

“I’ll be there once we’re done here”.

Taehyung nodded, reaching for the door and stopping once his hand was on the knob. He took a deep breath. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight”.

Your chest tightened, finding it hard to both breathe and speak, but you managed to do so nevertheless. “What’s the point of me going back home then?”

“Don’t you have clothes to pack?” his head turned to you.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I can manage with what I have here”.

“Right. You can manage” his jaw tensed, the same way his hand tensed around the doorknob. “Stay here then”.

And without another word, he left.

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[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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[bbgem329]

If Only You Were Mine… Chapter Eight

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.

Warnings

MINORS DNI. 18++. Angst. Mentions of violence. Language. Readers family is shitty. Protective!Bucky. Nurse!Wanda. Pining!Bucky. Mentions of pregnancy.

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“You had one job. I understand why you did it, okay? I get that you were lost in the moment and you acted with your before you thought with your brain,” George huffed, hands tugging frustratingly on the end of his silver hair, “But this is our lives, James. You just put a bounty on all of our heads.” He threw his head back incredulously, eyes clenched as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “All of them.”

Bucky stopped his pacing in front of the window to cast an exasperated scowl in his father’s direction before he was walking again.

Five heavy strides to the left, turn, five more strides back, repeat.

He was only half listening, cerulean eyes trained on the metal gate at the end of the long driveway. He could deal with a scolding later, after Steve has delivered you safely to him. Although he really didn’t need one, he was well aware of the consequences of his actions tonight.

“Leave him be, darling.” Winnie Barnes whispered, passing her husband a tumbler filled to the rim with his favorite scotch. “He finally stuck it to them, something we should’ve done a long time ago.” She sank down beside him, fingers brushing soothingly along the tensed muscles of his back, a tender kiss pressed to his flushed cheek. “Whatever ramifications arise from this, we’ll get through together.”

“If I may,” Natasha piped up, kicking off the bookshelf before making her way around the leather settee. “We’ve already got the ball rolling on a case against the Y/L/N.” She plopped down beside Winnie, both hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea. “I’ve taken it on myself and with the help of Sam we’ve built quite the case. The contract was easily approved for a void,” She shot George a sideways glance, blue eyes narrowing slyly, “But I’m sure you knew it would be, Mr. Barnes.”

The silver haired man raised a brow, chuckling slowly, “Of course I did. The contract was a mess—nothing but bullshit.” He nodded, grin falling solemn as his eyes flickered to the roaring flames in the fireplace. “That’s not what concerns me.” He slumped back on the settee, gulping back a generous sip of the throat burning scotch. “They’ll come for us. Y/F/N isn’t the man I once knew. His business isn’t as pure as it used to be.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, nails scratching along his trimmed beard. “He has connections to some very bad men and his own hands are stained with blood.”

Bucky interest was piqued.

He shuffled closer, brows furrowed, lip trapped between his teeth, and arms crossed over his chest as he stood beside the couch, eyes flashing from his father’s defeated form to the front window.

“Then we dig.” Natasha declared, leaning forward to place her mug on the coffee table. She straightened up, lifting her chin defiantly. “I’m assuming you have dirt on him. Let’s dig up some more.” She glanced back at Bucky, apprehension crossing over her face and he gave a single stoic nod. “Things already don’t look good for him with the faulty contract—foraging Bucky’s signature and threatening all of you. We’re already a step ahead of them. We need to keep it that way.”

“I would also like to figure out why the fuck they treat Y/N like shit.” Bucky added quietly, perching himself on the arm of the settee. “Something must’ve happened or-” He shook his head, gnawing on his bottom lip as he combed his fingers through his hair. “You don’t just hate your own child without reason. She didn’t do anything so I want to know why.”

“Well, we don’t have much of a choice,” George huffed, throwing back the last sip from his tumbler, tongue darting out to lick the remnants from his lips, “But if we’re going to do this—go after them, we need to tread carefully. Winnie,” He turned back to his wife, intertwining their fingers before lifting it to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to her knuckles. “I think you should take Y/N and the girls north. As soon as possible.”

Winnie shifted nervously, spine straightening, lips pursed, and soft, blue eyes wide. “You really think that’s necessary? I don’t think we should be apart.”

“I do.” George mumbled with a frown, dropping her hand in favor of cupping her cheeks and placing a tender kiss to her forehead. “You have no idea what he’s capable of, the lengths he’d go.”

“Up north?” Bucky inquired, brows furrowed as he racked his brain for what that could possibly mean.

Upstate New York or further?

Would that mean being apart from you again? Because he would not stand for that.

“We have a cottage upstate.” Winnie replied, rising from her seat with George’s empty glass in hand. “We’ve kept the location discreet. A safe house of sorts.” She offered him the smallest of smiles as she refilled the tumbler halfway. This time she poured one for herself, needing something strong to take the edge off, ease the dubiety weighing heavy on her chest. “Just in case—for times such as these.”

“Why haven’t we gone there before?”

But before anyone got the chance to respond, headlights flashed through the windows and the sound of tires screeching to an abrupt stop resonated outside.

Bucky was on his feet and racing out the front door without another thought. He hurried down the front steps, eyeing a tousled, flush faced Steve as he hopped out of the driver's seat.

“She’s in the back.”

Bucky's brows furrowed further, the crease between them deepening with every step towards the SUV. He didn’t have time to question before Becca slipped from the passenger seat, tears spilling rapidly down her cheeks, gasping out choked sobs.

“What the fuck happened?” Sam hollered, rushing down the front path, meeting Becca halfway to guide her into the house. “Who did this to you?”

It was then he noticed the gash on the left side of her forehead, fresh blood trickling down her reddened cheek and temple, and he felt his heart lurch painfully in chest.

Fearing the worst, he broke into a sprint, rushing around the driver’s side to where his best friend was leaning through the opened door and into the back seat.

“Steve?”

“Buck, come help.” There was a frantic edge to his voice and it left Bucky’s gut churning and his mouth running dry.

“What’s goi-” His mouth fell open at the sight of you lying limp on the cold leather seat. Completely frozen as all too many feelings and emotions came rushing to the surface. Before he even realized what he was doing, he was shoving Steve out of the way and taking his place in the opened door.

“What the fuck? What the fuck happened? Who the fuck-” Bucky swallowed hard, inhaling sharply as he ran his fingers along your pliant body and up to your pale cheeks. It was then that he noticed the hand and fingerprints painted along your throat. “Oh my God.”

He lifted the back of your head, finding it almost impossible to breathe at the sight of you looking nearly dead. He’d think you were if it wasn’t for the way your chest heaved and lips parted with every stifled breath.

When he slipped one hand off the back of your head, intent on double checking your pulse, he found a layer of flesh blood coating his palm and fingers.

“Steve, what-” He growled out, anger swirling in his dark eyes as rage bubbled within his chest. “What happened?”

“We need to get her inside.” Steve urged, hands steady on Bucky’s trembling shoulders. “I’ll explain everything, okay? Let’s just get her inside.”

Bucky nodded, lip caught between his teeth as he ever so carefully lifted your body from the car, one arm beneath your knees and the other supporting the tops of your shoulders as your head lolled against his chest.

Wanda, Natasha, and Sam were gathered at the doorway, parting so that he could carry you in. He ignored their frantic gazes, words, and questions as he headed straight for the stairs. He didn’t think twice before turning in the direction of his old room, shouldering the door open, and setting you gently on the bed.

Wanda appeared beside him, already in nurse mode, and with a towel in hand. Bucky gently lifted your head, allowing her to press it to the gouge at the back of your head. He perched himself on the edge of the bed, taking your small, cold hand in his much larger one, and pressing kisses to your fingers as Wanda scurried out of the room murmuring something about ice.

He didn’t spare a glance at Steve when he entered the room, eyes trained solely on you, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. “What happened?” His voice was low and deep.

The underlying outrage was clear in Bucky's tone alone. Steve rarely saw this side of his best friend—only when it came to protecting the people that he loved. The very same he’d use on anyone who dared pick on Steve when they were still boys. Only now it was darker, much more menacing—a guarantee to bring whoever harmed even the slightest hair on your head, an grievous amount of pain.

Steve knew he had no other choice but to tell him, though he was afraid of how he might react. Not out of concern for Carly, she deserved whatever she got and then some, but for the sake of his very best friend.

Bucky would blame himself.

Spend today and the rest of his days, punishing himself for allowing this to happen to you.

All of this because he’d slipped up—had a moment of weakness, a quiver in his strong facade.

“It was Carly.” Steve admitted quietly, hands stuffed deep in his pockets as he rocked nervously on his heels. He witnessed the moment in processed in his brain, numerous emotions washing over his face.

Mostly anger in the tick in his jaw, an ounce of shock in the cock of his brows, and a whole lot of guilt swirling in his wide, blue eyes.

“She was on her when I got there.” Steve sighed, scrubbing his hands down his face, head tossed back to the sky as he fought to collect himself. A sight he never wanted to see again but would forever be engraved in the forefront of his memory. “I’ve never seen Carly like that. There was-” He took a deep breath, shaking his head, “There was no remorse, only hatred on her face. She was sitting on Y/N’s chest, almost bouncing on it, both hands wrapped around her throat.” He paused, carefully selecting his next words, “She kept screaming ‘You ruin everything… I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you’. Becca hit her head pretty hard, and was knocked out cold for a few minutes. She was still waking when I got there, just screaming at the top of her lungs.”

“What did you do?” Bucky inquired, voice cracking slightly as he ran his fingers over the inflamed marks on your neck. There would be bruises in a few days and the grooves from her nails would most likely scar. He cleared his throat, finally lifting his head to gaze at this friend, standing tensely across the room.

“I ripped Carly off her, tossed her back into the wall.” The blonde swallowed thickly, “Must’ve knocked her out because she didn’t stir. Not while I was getting them out.”

Bucky’s heart clenched for his friend. Steve was a great guy, the best he ever knew. He would never lay a hand on anyone, let alone a woman, unless he felt he had no choice. It was obvious it wasn’t sitting well with him.

Bucky was both sorry and thankful he’d done it for you.

Steve had saved you.

Bucky didn’t hesitate as he stood from his seat and barreled into his best friend, embracing him in a much needed, heartfelt hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered, patting and brushing his hand soothingly along the expanse of his back. “You saved her, Stevie. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for that. Thank you.”

Steve relaxed into him, arms wrapped securely around his friend's waist, grounding and steadying himself in the brunette's hold. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone but I couldn’t just let Carly kill her.” He sniffled softly, pressing his face into Bucky's shoulder, “She was going to kill her. I had to stop it.”

“You did the right thing, pal.” Bucky mumbled, tightening his hold. “Thank you for looking out for her. You didn’t have a choice and you did as I asked. She wouldn’t be alive if you hadn't.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.” Steve breathed out, shaking his head. “I didn’t know if I should take her to the hospital. I was afraid they’d come for her there if I did. And didn’t have my phone on me, I realized too late that I’d left it in Nat’s purse. I couldn’t call-”

“Hey, hey,” Bucky interjected when he picked up on the growing panic and distress in his friend's tone. He drew back, planting his palms on either side of his shoulders. “You did good.” He made sure to keep his face calm, expression sincere. “You did the right thing, okay?” He offered him a small, encouraging smile, giving his shoulders a light squeeze. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. You did exactly what I asked and more.”

There was a commotion outside, pulling the two apart before Becca burst through the door. Her eyes were wild, frantically scanning the length of the room. A throw blanket hung over her trembling shoulders, her chest was rising and falling with panicked breaths, and a bandage taped over the wound on her head.

Wanda and Winnie appeared behind her in the doorway, attempting to coax her from the room.

“The doctor will be here soon, darling.” Winnie tried, slipping a hand down her arm, tugging her gently towards the door. “He’ll take care of both of you—clean your injuries and check you over.”

“Why don’t we change out of your dress? Hmm?” Wanda offered softly, rubbing a hand down her back, “Get into something a bit more comfortable?”

When she laid eyes on you, she made to move towards the bed but was hindered by Bucky as he pulled her into his chest.

“Let me go.” She hissed, wiggling in his tight hold. “Let me go. Let me see her.”

“Not until you calm down. What’s going on?” Bucky breathed out, cradling the back of her head as she began to cry again, “Y/N will be okay. The doctor will make sure of it.”

“You don’t get it.” She choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks. She stopped struggling in his embrace, falling limply against his chest, her tears soaking his dress shirt. “I should’ve known. I should’ve helped.”

“It’s not your fault, Becca.” Bucky assured her, combing his fingers through the ends of her hair.

Something he used to do to sooth her when she was little. During those times she’d wake him in the dead of the night because she couldn’t sleep. He’d allow her to slip in beside him in his twin size bed and play with her long dark hair until she fell back asleep.

“No one expected Carly to react like that. You couldn’t have known.”

“Y/N pushed me behind her.” Becca sobbed, body shaking furiously against his. “She… When Carly lunged it sent me flying back and I hit the head on the corner of Y/N’s desk.” She whimpered, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, gasping between each word. “If Steve—if he hadn’t come, she would’ve died because I didn’t have the chance to stop her. I couldn’t have stopped her. My head-”

“Shhh.” Bucky shushed her, rocking her from side to side in an attempt to sooth her. Her cries heightened when she talked, her side of the story could wait until she was calm. She was inconsolable right now. Far too wound up and the trauma too fresh. “You’re okay. You’re both safe now.”

“I was a coward and-” Becca froze, lifting her head from where it rested on his chest. Sentiments filled with horror as she gazed up at him. Her mouth opened and closed, the grip on his shirt faltering as what seemed to be a terrifying realization poured over her. “Oh my god.”

“What?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest, dread pooling in his belly over such a sudden change in her demeanor. He’d never seen his sister act like this. The look she was giving him sent shivers racing up his spine and his blood running cold as a million possibilities raced vigorously through his mind. “What is it?”

“She was-” Becca gulped, face paling significantly, “Y/N hasn’t been feeling good.”

Bucky raised a brow, tongue darting out to lick anxiously along his lips. Waiting impatiently for her to continue.

“For a few weeks now.” She stuttered out, eyes wide as they flickered to your unconscious form on the bed. “Since you both, ya know.”

“Get to the point, Becca.” Bucky prompted, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn’t at all sure what Becca was getting at but if her reaction was any indication, it wasn’t good. It left a bitter taste in his mouth and anxiety building rapidly throughout the front of his chest and stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“I think-” Becca swallowed harshly, fresh tears springing in her swollen eyes, “I think Y/N is pregnant.”

Bucky stumbled back like he’d been slapped clean across the face. Face paling ever so slightly as the revelation reached his ears.

“What?” He managed out, bracing himself on the edge of his old dresser, hands pressed firmly to the dark wood, and head hung in defeat. He took shallow, shaky breaths willing his heart to steady and slow its rapid, quick thumping within the cavity in his chest.

“I think she’s pregnant.” Becca replied, louder and more sure this time.

And just like that Bucky’s whole world turned upside down and inside out.

—————

Bucky sat on the floor across from his bedroom door, back pressed against the painted gray wall. He’d been sitting there for over an hour, waiting patiently for the doctor to finish up his assessment. Glaring heavily at a piece of wood that separated him from you, because if he stared hard enough maybe it would splinter into two and show him you.

I think Y/N is pregnant.

He turned the words over in his head for what seemed like the millionth times. His mind was a muddled mess over the admission. Running through every possibility, whether it could be true.

Thinking back now, to that unforgettable night, he realized he hadn’t used protection nor had he bothered to ask before spilling his seed deep within you.

The cognizance left shame and guilt rising from deep within.

It was injudicious of him.

He should’ve asked. Should’ve made sure.

The lack of consideration and responsibility made him sick, stomach churning distressfully over the thought of unknowingly impregnating you and then leaving you as he had. The notion that he’d returned to Carly, fully intent on settling with her, even if it wasn’t by choice and was meant to keep you from harm's way, leaving you heartbroken and possibly pregnant, had a new-found self hatred rising to the forefront of his mind.

Bucky had fucked up, and he wasn’t at all sure what he could do to fix it.

He wouldn’t blame you if you hated him now, wanted absolutely nothing to do with, and were perfectly content with never seeing or speaking to him ever again.

But he would try.

He’d do whatever it takes to keep you.

Even if it takes days, months, years. He would wait and he would fight.

Because you are worth everything to him.

He’d risk it all just to make things right, to have you by his side for the rest of your lives.

I think Y/N is pregnant.

Bucky would be lying if he said he hadn’t hoped for this one day—You, the mother of as many children as you’d willingly give him.

But not now, never this soon.

It used to be a dream, forever out of his reach. Now that it was right in front of him—a probable chance to have exactly what he wanted in life, he wasn’t sure how to act or what to feel.

A baby.

A life made of half him, and half you.

It was just as terrifying as it was invigorating because this wasn’t the time, nor the place. In the midst of this chaos and trepidation, wasn’t what an innocent newborn should be brought into or raised within.

It wasn’t fair to either of you—his girl and an unborn child.

You both deserved better.

But if you’ll allow him, he would try his hardest to do you right and keep you safe.

Because the idea of losing you for good, allowing you to slip right between his fingers was a fate worse than death in his eyes.

And if you were really pregnant, carrying a child made purely from your earth-shattering love, he’d have all the more reason to pursue this fight against your family.

Now he had far too much to lose.

Bucky let his mind wander, indulging for just a moment in the idea of you being pregnant with his child.

Belly growing swollen and round, hips widening, breast heavy, and a natural glow glistening across your skin. He couldn’t help but crack the smallest of smiles at the fantasy painted in his head.

He could picture you now—a brilliant smile etched across your sleepy face as you rocked and soothed a tiny, pink, swaddled up newborn. Or a sleeping, drooling infant strapped to your chest as you moved fluidly around your kitchen, humming along with the soft music playing on low from the speaker of your phone. Or you chasing after a chubby, bright eyed, giggly toddler.

You would make a fantastic mother—from every kind bone in your body, to the purest of hearts, you were meant to be a mom someday.

And he’d be incredibly lucky to experience raising a family with you—considering it to be his greatest honor.

Bucky was pulled reluctantly from his thoughts as the bedroom door swung open.

He jumped to his feet, hand stuffed into his pockets as Becca slipped into the hallway, the door closing softly behind her.

A natural flush had returned to the apples of her cheeks, sentiments calm and at ease, and her eyes were no longer riddled with the fear and concern they’d held when he was guided from the room an hour and half earlier.

“She’s okay.” Becca whispered with a small smile running her hands soothingly along the tops of his arms.

Bucky breathed out a sigh of relief, head thumping as he relaxed back against the wall and the unbearable tension lifted from where it resided heavily on his soul.

“She’s awake and lucid.” She added quietly, bowing her head as she gnawed on her bottom lip, “But she isn’t ready to see you.”

His heart clenched at the declaration.

He wanted nothing more than to see you, talk to you, hold you. Make sure that you were okay with his very own two eyes and explain himself.

Bucky had a lot to expiate and mend, and he desperately needed to fix things immediately, but he understood your reasoning.

Although it hurt, he knew it was nothing in comparison to the pain he’d brought on to you. For the last few months and for however long before that, in the five years since he’d met you, he’d provided nothing but heartache and agony—countless let down after left down.

You needed time and at the moment he had plenty to give you. All the pain he’d inficilated and caused was far too new and fresh.

“Oh.” Bucky swallowed down his reluctance, nodding apprehensively, his own swollen lip caught between his teeth. “That’s-” He cleared his throat, “That’s okay, understandable.”

“She just needs time.” Becca assured him, and he found nothing but promise and certainty in her sentiments. “She’ll come around.”

He nodded solemnly, head bowed in shame.

“And is she…”

“Yeah.” Becca breathed out, struggling to suppress the grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah. She’s pregnant.” Her shoulder lifted in a lazy shrug. “Around nine weeks, give or take.”

She’s pregnant.

A turmoil of emotions and questions flashed swiftly through him.

Fear, worry, excitement, hope.

He didn’t know how he should feel, what to say, or what to do. Where they went from here or what this meant for the both of you.

But there was one thing he knew for certain, he’d take care of you.

Bucky had a lot to amend for but he’d do it.

Whatever you asked of him. Anything and everything to earn your forgiveness.

For you and his unborn child.

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[edwardskhakipants]

Forks, Washington. August 2004.

Esme and Carlisle stood in the middle of their grand living room, waiting for their five vampire children to arrive. Alice arrived first—prompt as usual. She settled herself gracefully onto the tufted sofa Esme had recently acquired, only to be immediately jostled by Emmett who heaved himself onto the cushions. A breath caught in Esme’s throat—she had lost many pieces from her beloved collection by that action—but it looked like this one was still in one piece. For the moment. Jasper took Edward’s normal spot in the only armchair, forcing Edward to wedge himself between Alice and Emmett.

“What?” Rosalie grumbled as she perched on the armrest of the couch beside Emmett, “Are we having another one of those How to Respect the Telepath in Your Life meetings again?”

“No,” Edward answered, fully aware of the intent of this meeting since it hatched in Carlisle's mind two days prior. “But there’s never a bad time to bring that up. Christ, Emmett, if you’re going to have a song stuck in your head for over seventy-two hours, the least you can do is learn the correct lyrics.”

Emmett’s eyebrows knit together, asking his brother a silent question.

“It’s ‘mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido,’” Edward answered.

Emmett’s brow furrowed doubtfully.

“No.” Edward shook his head, answering Emmett’s thoughts. “Why would he eat a beetle?”

Emmett grinned playfully and tilted his head towards Edward.

Edward wasn’t amused. “You know what it means.”

A silly grin plastered on his face, Emmett elbowed Edward in the ribs, silently egging him on.  

Edward’s eyes darted to Carlisle, then Esme, and he shifted in his seat. “Sexual desire,” he muttered.  

Emmett howled with laughter and clapped his hands once, “Wow, Eddie! You’re just going to say that in front of Esme!?” Edward scowled as Emmett’s bouts of laughter echoed through the room.

Esme ran a hand through her youngest’s ginger hair. “Boys,” she warned, and Emmett sucked in his laughter.

“Our meeting today has to do with all of you,” Carlisle began.

“We simply wanted to go over the rules of attending school with you kids before you start your second year at Forks High School,” Esme explained, unfolding and re-folding her hands in front of her. “There are already whispers, and we don’t want those whispers to turn into rumors.”

“I thought the only whispers about us at school were whether or not Edward liked girls,” Rosalie said, earning an eye-roll from Edward.

“No,” Alice chirped,” Some kids think we’re a cult.”

Jasper leaned back heavily in his chair. “We haven’t heard that one since the Seventies.”

“Kids are getting more creative these days.” Emmett nodded appreciatively.

Esme held up one, delicate finger. “Which is why it is best to take preventative action.”

Carlisle took the floor. “We thought a few reminders would be helpful before you started your first day of your second year,” Carlisle said. “We don’t want another incident like the one we had at the end of last year.”

Every head in the room turned towards Emmett.

“What?” Emmett threw up his hands in exasperation, “The water gun fight was the senior prank—I wasn’t the one who brought them to the school. Hell, I wasn’t even the only student who got suspended!”

“That’s true,” Carlisle agreed, “but you were the only student to shout, ‘Sit down, kids! Daddy’s gotta tinkle,’ and shoot the stream of the gun from your crotch.”

Jasper snickered—the sound was immediately silenced by a single raised eyebrow from Esme.

“I still don’t see the problem,” Emmett continued, “That’s not necessarily a vampire thing.”

Edward—who often mistook himself as the third vampire parent rather than the youngest son—sighed, “Yes, but it brings unnecessary attention to the family. Which is the first rule: do not bring attention to yourself.”

Esme ran her fingers through her son’s hair once more, “Yes, darling, you are especially good at keeping to yourself.” Edward’s eyes widened, despite Esme’s gentle touch, already aware of where her point was headed. “So much so, that I have been given the names of several child therapists to help my son through his depression. One was recommended for his exceptional work on spotting and treating the early signs of sociopathic behavior.”

Esme grabbed her son’s chin and forced him to look at her. “You have to talk to other people.”

Knocked off his high horse, Edward flinched back from Esme’s hand. “Friendship with humans never bodes well for us.”

“We’re not asking you to create lifelong friendships with humans,” Carlisle clarified, “We are simply asking you to be likable.”

“A nearly impossible feat for Edward.” Rosalie grinned. The comment went unnoticed, save Edward’s slight flinch. But the quick, little tick was satisfying enough for Rose.

“Look at your father,” Esme gestured towards Carlisle, “At every hospital he works at, he goes out of his way to ensure he is well-liked among his colleagues. He forces down countless lunches and coffees, solely to make sure they’re comfortable around him.”

Carlisle took over. “And your mother, a beloved member of her gardening club and a prized member of the PTA.”

“And neither of us have rumors started about us, and do you know why?”

All five teenagers grumbled the ingrained response. “Humans don’t want to spread rumors about people they like.”

“Exactly.” Esme nodded.

“I try!” Alice whined, “But Edward never lets me talk to any humans.”

“That’s because every, single thing that is about to come out of your mouth is incriminating. You might as well walk around with a neon sign that says, ‘I’m a psychic vampire’.”

Alice scoffed, “Is not!”

“You wanted to tell Nihal Howard not to audition for the musical.”

“And he broke his leg on opening night,” Alice challenged.  

“You were going to tell Christiana Ward that pink was not her color.”

“And she lost prom queen to Ashley Kirby.”

Jasper put a comforting hand on his wife’s knee. “Maybe try not to meddle so much, darlin’. Natural relationships, first.”

“They would have been!” Alice wailed, “I would have played it cool and casual and made friends and you all would have seen it! But everyone’s hurt and I have no friends at all because Edward won’t let me try!”

Edward rolled his eyes.

Carlisle suppressed a heavy sigh. “You have to let your sister try, Edward.”

Edward’s mouth fell open. “You cannot seriously be siding with her on this!”

But Carlisle stood his ground. He and Edward stared at one another for a few seconds, engaged in a silent conversation. In the end, Carlisle tilted his chin and Edward slumped back. Victorious, Alice used both pointer fingers to jab Edward in the side several dozen times at vampire speed.

Rosalie flipped her golden locks over her shoulder. “I don’t know how you all struggle so much. I have no issues with becoming well-liked at school while remaining inconspicuous.”

“Oh yeah, you’re so inconspicuous,” Edward grumbled, now extra-petty that he had been called out two times in one meeting. “You dress like you're on your way to brunch at your second husband’s country club in Beverly Hills and you make out with your foster brother. The perfect picture of discretion in Forks High School.”

“At least I don’t dress like a sad, old man.” Rosalie grimaced, disappointed in her comeback. The light, humorous insults that were required in family situations were Emmett’s forte; Rosalie’s insults were meant to emotionally cripple a person.

Edward sat up in his seat on the couch and turned to face Rosalie. “I think you missed the main takeaway in that you make out with your foster brother.” Edward turned back. “I can read your minds, and I still don’t understand what made either of you think it was okay to bring your relationship to school?!”

Emmett smiled, unperturbed. “It’s hot.”

“It’s disturbing,” Edward disagreed.

Esme frowned, “You kids don’t really do that, do you?”

“Would it help if Jasper and I became an official couple too?” Alice suggested.     Jasper perked up at the idea of being able to hold hands with Alice in public again.

“No!” Edward yelled at the same time Emmett and Rosalie muttered their acquiesce.

“It wouldn’t seem as weird if there were two couples,” Emmett agreed.

Edward dug his fingers through his hair. “Oh my god!”

“...maybe not, kids,” Esme intervened, but was ultimately ignored.

“So should we come out today like it happened over the summer, or make a little show out of it?” Alice asked Rosalie.

Rosalie waved a hand in the air. “Oh, it’s way more fun if you play up the theatrics.”

“A little more realistic, too,” Emmett agreed.

Alice looked to Jasper for his opinion. “It might be better if we were discreet about it,” she said. “Like we knew it was wrong, but we wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of our love.”

Jasper scooted forward to the edge of his seat. “Or we could let it be quiet and drawn out. Let others see our mutual pining, and root for us to be together.”

Gazing deep into the golden eyes of her soulmate, Alice sighed, “I love that.”

“If people wanted us to get together, it would normalize Emmett and Rosalie’s relationship.”

“Or Rosalie and Emmett could stop,” Edward suggested, bitterly. “That would be normal, too.”

“Oh, Edward,” Alice patted his shoulder, “You’ll find love someday, too.”

“That is not at all what bothers me about the situation.”

Carlisle made the decision for everyone. “Rosalie and Emmett, break up at school. Alice and Jasper, remain friends and siblings.”

Disappointment filtered into the room through Jasper.  

“I heard that,” Edward grumbled at someone’s thoughts.

“You were supposed to,” Rosalie shot back.

“We are also initiating a new rule,” Esme brought the room back to the conversation at hand, “No more correcting your teachers.”

A chorus of complaints rang from the couch.

Esme clicked her tongue, “I’m tired of defending you all from entirely preventable issues. I have emails from curious teachers wondering why my foster daughter is taking French 101, when she already appears to be fluent.” Esme looked at Rosalie, who immediately tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Or why my son, at the tender age of sixteen, could not only deadlift three hundred pounds in his first weightlifting class, but also give his coach tips on improving his posture.”

Emmett glanced over at Edward before he realized Esme was, in fact, addressing him. “What!?”

Jasper snorted. The sound was a mistake, for it brought Esme’s wrath onto him. “And not to mention the emails from not one, not two, but three teachers warning me that my foster son has an intimate understanding of the mechanics of a point fifty-eight caliber rifle-musket.” Esme held out her hands, almost pleadingly, “How does that subject keep coming up, Jasper?”

A noncommittal grunt was the only answer Jasper had for that question.

“No more,” she commanded. “You can get good grades but keep your extra knowledge on any subject to yourself. Whatever your teacher teaches is all you know. Understand?”

“But what if we—” Edward started.

“Understand?” Esme repeated.

The five teenage vampires understood, even if they didn’t want to. 

“I believe that all five of you will graduate from Forks High School!” Esme cheered.

The kids stared back, unable to muster the zeal Esme had over the prospect.

“Meeting adjourned!” Carlisle announced, and faster than fast vampire speed, the kids bolted from their seats. 

Esme was able to get in a few more reminders as her children flitted around the house and filed out to the silver Volvo.  “Remember to buy lunch with cash and not your credit cards. Emmett, please do not joke about being mauled by a bear. Do not address your teachers by their first names—I don’t care if you’re older than they are, Edward. Alice, please wear something a bit more causal, pet.”

When the house was finally empty, Carlisle pulled Esme backwards into his chest and began massaging her temples. The gesture wasn’t needed, but any touch from her husband was always welcome.

“Do you think they’ll listen?” she asked her husband.

“Not a chance.”

#this bad boy had been swimming around in my head for awhile #please enjoy #my other fics havent been cullen centric enough for me lately #so i had to do something #twilight fic #twilight fan fiction #and thank you to the editing queen edwardsmate4ever for beta'ing for me #youre a queen

[aetherarf]

omg im love w your blog!!! 😭😭😭 (you won me the moment you said you like heavy angst bc i LOVE it. 👌🏻) can you write something angst with childe, zhongli, kaeya ​​and diluc where the reader finds out shes pregnant and is happy and excited to tell her partner but he doesn't take it very well? as if the baby was going to spoil his plans or they were not comfortable with the idea. (and yes, please, you can exaggerate the sadness if you want)

> and as im a lover of sad and painful things, if you can skip a time later where the reader loses the baby and how they would react to it. (It's ok if you don't want it!! I'll love what you can give me!) anyways, have a nice day and be safe!! 🥺<3

Of course! However, I'm going to have it be AFAB!Reader, and using gender neutral language... not everyone who can get pregnant is a girl, you know? Plus gender neutral language can refer to anyone ever.

But ty for your kind words, and here you go <3!

[[ WARNING: ANGST, PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, INJURY ]]

[[ Summary: You're pregnant! And you're so happy to be bringing a little bundle of joy into the world with your lover... but they aren't so happy. Worse still, it turns out that little bundle of joy never get to see the light of day, not even for a moment.

Total Word Count: 2'521

Childe Word Count: 680

Diluc Word Count: 809

Kaeya Word Count: 528

Zhongli Word Count: 504 ]]

Childe

When he had come home, there was a meal cooked, his favorite alcohol, and you were dolled up, dressed up to look perfect--He could tell you were preparing something. Seeing you standing there, back to him, he walked over and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder,

"So, what's the occasion? Or are you just so madly in love with me you have to spoil me?" He teased. You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your stomach, leaning back a little bit into him--his eyes widened before you spoke, and you confirmed the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind-

"You're going to be a father."

In a fit of excitement, he scooped you up, holding you close and pressing kisses to your face, nuzzling up to you in excitement--"I'm gonna be a daddy!" He chirped, "Oh, oh, if it's a boy we're calling him lil Ajax, promise me he'll be my little Ajax Junior?" He asked, excited.

Through the night, the two of you had already been gushing out with countless ideas, about names, about the possibility of twins, more than a few crass jokes from Childe, until the two of you went to bed...

And when you were sound asleep in his arms... he was given a chance to think.

And it hit him.

He was not only making you more of a target to anyone who despised the Fatui, or himself personally... But...

Was he ready to be a dad?

He was gone all the time.

Was he... ready...?

His excitement turned to dread. Only after the initial shock, did he realize that... no, no, this was awful.

As quietly as he could, he sobbed into your shoulder, desperately trying to not wake you up. He was... terrified.

He had not known terror before, because this was not something he could kill and be done with.

Desperately, he tried to delude himself into thinking everything would be okay, to keep a smile on his face. When you called him out for his oddness, he confessed only a fraction of the truth, "I guess there's just.. a lot of feelings going on, you know?" He asked, the shrugged to himself. "I just need a little time before I'm settled with the idea."

He wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it at all. He felt like a child himself... Could he raise anything without destroying it? Even his own siblings... he stayed away just to keep them sane. He was nothing but a danger to them. He couldn't neglect his own child...

One day, he came home...and you weren't there. Probably just doing something on your own, he didn't really care, just sort of minding his own business, doing some cleaning since there was always something he could at least polish up when trying to burn time.

And there was a knock on the front door. He opened it, and there was a panicked Fatui messenger.

"Your-Your, uh, partner. They-They got into a bad fight, and they were... hospitalized."

Never had he run so fast in his life to find you. When he saw you, you were covered in bruises, black and blue, and a few bandaged cuts. He sat beside your bed, holding your hand, "... Talk to me," he pleaded, unable to hide his cracking voice.

"It's dead," you said, weakly. He shook his head, not understanding,

"What do you mean?"

"I'm... okay. But... Ajax," you whimpered, looking at him, having already cried every tear out of your body, "Our baby."

It hit him.

"I got hit in the stomach."

"Oh... Oh no, babe, love... nono..." He tried to hug you as best as he could without hurting you...

But... was it bad of him to be relieved? He knew this would happen... he knew you were in pain, but... he'd rather have an unborn infant he had never met die compared to a child he held and loved.

He'd still stay there with you, but he only wished he could fix it. Not everything could be killed with brute violence.

Diluc

"Diluc... I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."

Diluc's face paled. The first thought that hit his head was his death, leaving you and your currently unborn child to suffer alone... or worse.

He couldn't be a father, he-he... He wasn't mean to be part of a family. He lost his father, his mother, Kaeya... Even the Knights, that at one point he could have called family, have left... Or he left them, knowing that he simply couldn't exist around them.

Your once ecstatic and happy face fell... Sure, the two of you only, idly, had spoken about the possibility of children... and you didn't mean to get pregnant, but you wanted a child.

It seems Diluc did not exactly share your feelings.

"I'm going to bed," he said, standing up suddenly, feeling like he was about to fall over.

"Is this news... really so horrible?" You asked, no small amount of pain... and he sighed.

"I... don't know how to deal with it. I need time to think."

You knew it was a big thing... you'd give him time. After all, in the end, Diluc was a good man. He did the best he could and took care of those he cared for, even if he didn't want a child, he would take care of them... and, of course, you.

The next day, he was no better, he looked at your sleeping form, your stomach, and from pure distress and terror, he had left to go to the bathroom, just to vomit pure acid, trying to hide how tears poured under the guise of being sick, of being in pain.

How could he be a father?

The next few weeks were tense, and his gaze would linger on your stomach...

By the end of the first month, he set his hand on your stomach... with a small, vulnerable smile.

"I'm excited," he finally said, rubbing your stomach that was barely any larger than normal... "I'm afraid, but... I'm excited for our baby."

You cried, and he did too, holding each other as you cried. Exciting, concerning... hopeful, there was so many emotions, but in the end, you slept happily.

Things would be okay. Diluc would make a family he couldn't lose.

Each month, Diluc would fuss more and more. He desperately tried to help when you were sick, from morning sickness, giving you massages when your body was aching from the new weight, the new life inside you.

Whenever he was sitting next to you, or lying beside you, especially as your stomach grew, he always had a hand on it. On the fifth month, when he felt the baby kick, he looked at you with a smile wider than you had ever seen before, excited like a young child getting its first toy.

He spent the next two hours pressing kisses to your rounded belly, whispering to the baby as though it could hear him.

By the sixth month, was when it happened. The two of you were talking, standing in the kitchen as you talked about what to make for dinner, and you felt it-Water flushing from you, soaking your clothes and making a mess on the floor. Diluc stared at you, shocked, and you felt the worst pain in your life--

"Diluc," You half collapsed in his arms, "I-I think I'm in labor," you said, with no small amount of horror.

It was supposed to be three months, but Diluc didn't question that, even if he was aware something very, very wrong. He brought you all the way to the Cathedral, and the Sisters, too, were in shock when you had told them. Moved to a back room, away from prying eyes, Diluc didn't let go of your hand as you tried to push...

For hours, you sat there, tears in your eyes, "Diluc," you sobbed, weakly, "I'm so tired."

"You can do it," he reassured, "I promise you, you can do it."

Finally, the baby was out. However, the sisters had taken the baby somewhere, you and Diluc sitting there, you exhausted, and Diluc terrified. Finally... Barbara walked in, tears in her eyes.

"... Your baby is dead." She said, "I'm sorry for your loss. Would you-Would you like to see them, or..."

You only began to cry, weakly.

"No," Diluc said, not wanting to look at the corpse of the child he failed to father, "But... can the Sisters arrange a burial?" He asked, trying to stop himself from losing it. Barbara nodded.

"Of course," She said, "I will leave you two be." She walked off, leaving the room as she tried not to cry for your loss.

He held you, and you both sobbed.

Once again, the Family that Diluc could never have, one he fought for with tooth and nail, was taken from him again.

At least he still had you.

Kaeya

"Fucking paperwork," he grumbled, detesting how everything had an absurd about of work to do. No wonder they were always overworked...

He'd rather be, who knows, hunting some monsters or getting some time off, sitting in the Angel's Share with you on his lap...

Huh.

That sounded really nice right about now.

Just as he returned to his work, ceasing to think of you, you knocked on his office door and practically burst right in, an excited look on your face.

"Oh, what's got you so happy?" He asked, leaning back in his seat and he grinned, watching you walked around his desk, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I have some news~" You said, in a singsongy voice, and he tugged on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "So, tell me, don't make me wait with baited breath, I'll probably suffocate," He teased, sweetly.

You tugged him close, speaking in a low whisper right into his ear-- "I'm pregnant."

He was glad you weren't looking at his face, with the horror on his face. He was able to put on a mask of excitement, as fake as it felt, when you leaned back, looking at his expression, and he held you close, pressing his lips to yours.

"I'd say let's go celebrate, but I guess you can't have wine anymore."

You huffed, "We can celebrate in a different way."

In the end, the two of you went to the Angel's Share, the two of you deciding to keep it a secret for a little longer.

That night, while you cuddled up to him, he lie in bed, unable to close his eye, staring blankly...

Terrified.

As time passed, you had hit halfway through your second month. Kaeya still insisted that you keep it a secret-- "It's more fun if some people have a suspicious feeling, and then it's so exciting when you do tell them."

He was just too afraid to tell the world thus far. You had mostly agreed, but you were excited... you wanted to tell.

"I want to talk about this more," you admitted, "But I need to get a check-up for our little baby," you patted your tummy gently, and he pressed a kiss to your temple,

"Alright," he dreaded that conversation, "You go be safe."

"I will."

He sat silently, on the bed, blankly staring forth. What was he supposed to do...? To even think?

He was so scared.

He was able to hear you before he saw you, hear the sounds of your sobbing, and as he turned to see you, you jumped into his arms, openly crying. Somehow--he could tell your stomach was... smaller. If only a little.

"You were right to not tell anyone," you whimpered, weakly. He gently rubbed your back,

"What do you mean?" He asked, softly.

"I... I had a miscarriage."

He felt elated, but also so, so terribly guilty.

But he knew, with everything... It was for the best.

"I'm so sorry," he said, softly, holding you close, "Tell me--what can I do to make this better?"

"I don't know, I don't know," you sobbed, broken and weak.

For now, he'd just hold you.

Zhongli

With a wide smile and bright eyes, you told him: "I'm pregnant!"

Zhongli gasped in surprise, for a brief second, he was only pleased, his hands almost touching your stomach... then he recoiled, pulling back, hesitant... And he looked down and away.

"... Love," he said softly, "You are aware I am still an adeptus." He said, gently. You didn't understand,

"Of course, but... there's Ganyu, and Yanfei, they're both half-adeptus, half-human... Isn't this fine?"

He was quiet for a moment, sighing. "Yanfei's and Ganyu's adeptus parents were mammals. I... Was not-You understand, I was one a dragon of the earth, correct?" He asked,

"Of course, I wouldn't forget anything like that."

"Normal half-adeptus children already have problems, but one who is a dragon..."

He looked away, thinking.

"Are you sure you're not just afraid? It's okay to be afraid." You reassured, reaching out and holding his hand.

He was not afraid.

He was simply certain. The idea-The idea of having a child, a little bounding bundle of joy that would giggle as he tickled them, seeing their beautiful, adorable little smile that held features of you and himself...

How idealistic. But he had endured tragedy before, and he will endure it again.

This will only be another agony. If, perhaps, he was in his original mating season, having gone through it delicately how it was meant to, rather than pure chance and accident... Then there was hope.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Perhaps I am."

The days passed, and he would admit, he was shocked to see that your menstruation cycle had stopped--oh, period. People called it periods more commonly. Good to know.

And your stomach grew, you demanded him to touch your stomach, of which he would not argue, listening to your hopeful words.

You felt a pain in your stomach--naturally, you would be in pain.

You had left to go get it checked, to see why there would be pain, and what issue there would be for your child.

Alone, he curled up in bed and sobbed, unable to save you from this tragedy, sobbing pathetically in desperation, where no one, not, even you, could see his pain.

You did not come back that day, but you returned the second, pale and sickly, with bandages around your stomach. You collapsed into your arm,

"They... they had to do an emergency surgery," you wept weakly, too exhausted to sob, "It was... dead... and hurting-killing me."

He nodded. He knew this.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, softly, "I'm sorry, love."

"I just... I just want a family... Something to call my own."

Zhongli was quiet for a moment. Both of you had time before his original cycle would come in line...

Maybe-maybe, through an odd union of human and dragon, you could give him this family. But it would be a long, long conversation, and you would need to wait well beyond your wounds.

Oh, but your pain... how could he endure.

He would have to find a way.

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Roommates – Part Sixteen

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words:1,876

Warning: Fluff, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family.

A week had passed since you told Cillian that you loved him and, whilst you were strongly under the influence of pain medication, you remembered it.

You had, in fact, developed strong feelings for him and whilst the words left your lips accidentally when you were drowsy and half asleep, you were somewhat disappointed by the fact that he didn’t say anything.

Of course, he didn’t share the same feelings for you, you knew that much. You’ve been friends for so many years that you could hardly be surprised that he liked you as a friend and for sex, but nothing else. But, what you had expected was that he would say something, anything at all, even if it was simply confirming what you already knew.

***

You did tell your sister about it and, whilst you were surprised by the feelings you had so suddenly developed for your long-time friend, she wasn’t surprised at all.

She saw it coming as soon as she found out that you were sleeping with each other and she believed that you always had some sort of feelings for him.

In the same vein, she was sure that he felt the same about you and was probably reluctant to tell you and, with that in mind, you continued on as usual and acted as if nothing had happened.

You weren’t willing to give up your friendship and the amazing sex you have for maybes and thought that, if your sister was right, he would come around eventually, at least so you hoped.

***

Then, another week had passed and nothing had changed. At least so you thought.

Cillian asked you whether you wanted to travel to Cork with him to see his parents now that Ireland, once again, came out of lockdown and visits to family were permitted provided that you had a permit.

‘I don’t think I can Cillian. Only spouses’ you said, pointing to the pamphlet he had printed out from the Irish Covid Information website.

‘Well, we are living together, you can pretend to be my girlfriend if the police pulls us over’ he chuckled, before pleading with you.

‘You just want me to drive, don’t you’ you then said and he nodded. He hated driving long distances and it didn’t help that he had only gotten his drivers licence five years ago and failed his driving test three times when he moved back to Dublin.

‘I suppose it’s safer if I drive…so yes, I am coming’ you said somewhat amused.

‘Should I ask Ma to prepare two or one room for us?’ Cillian then asked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

‘Your mother is strictly catholic and I suppose that the answer to your question depends on what you are willing to reveal to her about our little arrangement’ you joked and, of course, Cillian hadn’t even thought that far.

‘Two bedrooms’ he then confirmed before picking up the phone to let his mother know that you would be coming with him.

***

Three days later, you hit the road for the three-and-a-half-hour drive to Cork after you both had received a negative COVID test result which you took as a precaution.

As usual, Cillian’s mother was excited about the visit and you were excited too. You hadn’t seen her for about 18 months and the last time you saw her she had cooked you and your fiancé a lovely a meal.

Things were different then and you talked about your wedding and all the plans you were having in the future.

There was no pandemic to worry about and you weren’t aware of your fiancé’s indiscretions at the time while Cillian was still happily dating your somewhat crazy friend.

Now, your engagement had ended but your friendship with Cillian had evolved into something else entirely.

***

After a smooth three-and-a-half-hour drive, you pulled up in front of Cillian’s parents’ house.

They both greeted you with excitement and told you to come in quickly as it was raining.

Cillian’s father quickly carried your small suitcase to one of the guestrooms while Cillian placed his into the other. There wasn’t much space in the house and, whilst the house had four bedrooms, the corridors were rather narrow and the living area was small.

‘It’s so good to see you Y/N’ Cillian’s mum said before offering you a cup of tea which you gladly accepted.

‘The last time you visited Cork was under better circumstances, but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless’ she then said and you thanked her for her hospitality.

You had always gotten along well with Cillian’s mother and Cillian was simply happy to see his parents again after such a long time, even if it meant that his siblings couldn’t visit them at the same time as him due to the visitation limits imposed.

As you were sitting on the sofa with Cillian’s mother you soon noticed that Cillian was gone and so did his mother.

‘He better not be stealing food’ she then huffed out sternly and, sure enough, Cillian had found the freshly baked scones in the kitchen and couldn’t resist.

‘But they are so good Ma’ you heard him argue as his mum told him to get out of the kitchen and leave the scones alone, which made you laugh.

‘He will never change’ you chuckled and his mother nodded in agreement.

‘No, he won’t’ she then said before informing you that she had made a roast for dinner.

***

After dinner and a few glasses of wine with Cillian’s parents, they headed to bed at around 8.30pm as usual, leaving you and Cillian to watch TV in the living room.

You were quick to spread your legs out over Cillian’s laps, getting yourself more comfortable but being vary that his parents might walk in on you.

But, Cillian seemed to think that, once they went to bed, they would pretty much go to sleep right away and proceeded to pull you onto his lap.

‘I missed this today’ he said before he caressed your face and kissed you gently.

‘Me too’ you then giggled before returning the kiss rather quickly.

‘Do you want to go to my bedroom or yours?’ he then winked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

‘Your parents are in the house Cillian’ you then said and, just as you did, you heard some footsteps in the hallway behind you.

You quickly jumped off Cillian’s lap and sat on the lounge like a well-behaved schoolgirl as his mother walked by to get a glass of water while Cillian covered up his erection, poking against the denim of his jeans, with a cushion.

‘Night Ma’ he then said and she couldn’t help but laugh before saying ‘good night’ again.

‘I am not going to have sex at your parents house’ you then huffed out quietly when his mother had left.

‘Alright, let’s go for drive then’ he suggested.

‘A drive? And how will you explain this to your mother tomorrow?’ you laughed and Cillian suggested to tell her that you forgot some toiletries and he drove to the shop to get them.

‘Supermarket closes in 30 minutes, let’s go’ he said and you couldn’t really say no to him.

***

Ten minutes later you arrived at a secluded area near the beach and you could just tell that Cillian had been there before.

‘Is this where you used to take your girlfriends when you were at high school and snatched your parents’ combi even though you didn’t have a driver’s licence?’ you asked, having heard about these stories from his brother before.

‘Yeah, it’s a good spot, nice and quiet’ Cillian winked as he reclined his seat and you quickly stripped down to your bra and panties.

‘Oh my god Cillian I feel like an 18-year-old again, sneaking out of the house to make out’ you laughed and, just before you could protest, Cillian reached inside your panties and slowly stroked your mound.

‘Just that, this time, it will actually be worth your while’ Cillian smirked as he ran his forefinger between the crease of your pussy and noticed the moistness which had already built there.

‘Hmm yes, it will be Cillian’ you moaned as he was rubbing your clit with his left hand and with his right hand was caressing your breasts.

You were quick to release his hard cock from his jeans as well and began jerking him in time with his clitoral stimulation and the heat inside the car was palpable.

‘So naughty…what if we get caught?’ you huffed out, knowing that Cillian had a kink for semi-public sex.

‘It’s worth the risk’ he groaned and, before long, you were gazing up from the seat with that wanton look in your eyes, pulling Cillian closer and uttering cues while he fingered your pussy and mouthed your firm nipples with his welcoming mouth.

‘I need you inside me Cillian’ you moaned as you were welcoming two fingers into your waiting slit and could not be distracted, even by the crackling sounds outside and the sound of the radio.

‘Come on then’ Cillian groaned as you continued to stroke him and, just as he invited you to take what you needed so badly, you let go off his cock and climbed on top of him.

He pressed the head of his cock against your awaiting pussy and you slowly sank down on him.

‘Oh god yes fuck’ you moaned as his cock disappeared into your tight vagina, expanding your love tunnel while he met your lips with his. Your mouths parted and your tongues communicated the instant of union as Cillian’s cock drove slowly into your warm pussy. You were lost in their unity while your reality transformed around them.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Cillian groaned as you were moving in perfect motion with Cillian’s penetration and your thighs were even perforated with the moisture that was coming out of your pussy.

Your rocking continued and you were now joining orally with diatribes as Cillian’s cock bottomed out again and again inside you. ‘Fuck’ you uttered as his big balls pressed against your bottom.

Your warm tunnel was wide for his cock and your eyes were fixed on the mechanistic ramming of Cillian’s body in its hedonistic role.

‘I am cumming…fuck’ you moaned with the ever fastening in and out rhythms that Cillian was delivering to your womanhood. Cillian too was groaning and you put a hand underneath his balls while he pounded you and the car shook.

With your screams and loss of control inside erotic orgasm, Cillian too lost control and filled your cavity with his warm seed.

‘Fuck, Y/N, I love…’ Cillian began to say but, just as he did, there was a nock on the window of the car on the driver’s side next to Cillian, interrupting what he was about to say.

‘Please lower your window…’ a man said from outside and you could see some flashing lights behind where the car was parked.

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