#and told us to never speak to her until we were ready to admit it except we didnt take it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

maidragoste · 5 months

Text

Chapter Two: A United Front

The Hunger Games AU

Katniss!Jacaerys x Peeta!Reader

Chapter One

First of all, thank you very much for all the support that the first chapter had! It made me really happy to see every comment and reblog, it really motivated me to continue writing 🥰🥰

Please let me know again what you thought of this chapter in the comments, as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated too 💖💖

My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Jacaerys was irritated. Firstly, because it is evident that you had already begun to play in front of the cameras since when you two arrived at the train station you did not bother to hide your tears, you probably thought that perhaps this way you could get a sponsor or else your strategy was to show yourself weak and like an easy prey to later fight in the arena. That's what Sabitha Vypren, from District 7, had done in her games.

The second reason for his irritation was his uncle. Larys hadn't said a word to him since before the Repair or even now that they were on the train heading to the Capitol. This was supposed to be the time for them to prepare strategies together, for Larys to give them advice on surviving the arena, but his uncle seemed more focused on enjoying the pork chops and mashed potatoes. Jacaerys was also eating, he was ready to eat everything he could to gain the most muscle mass before the games started, but now and then he would stop and stare at Larys hoping that at some point his uncle would decide to speak.

“So, what do we have to do for Jacaerys to win?” you asked, breaking the silence and making him choke.

You were the first to react, you quickly got up and started hitting him on the back until he finally spit out the piece of meat. Effie looked at him with disgust.

"Are you okay?" you asked, looking at him with concern and now caressing his back. Jacaerys noticed how his uncle looked at the two of them with interest. He had no idea why, neither of you two had done anything extraordinary, he made a fool of himself by choking and you ran to save him…Well, I had to admit that your action was striking, someone else would have let him die by drowning to have one less competitor in the arena, not only that but you just said that you wanted to help him win. It didn't make sense… Unless it was another strategy to gain his trust only to then stab him in the back in the arena.

"I'm fine," Jacaerys responded, putting his hand on your arm to stop your caresses. You blushed and moved away from him as if you had been burned by his touch. “What do you mean by that you said earlier?” he asked you once you sat back down.

"You have a chance to win, Jacaerys," you declared as if it were obvious. Evidently, he couldn't hide his confusion because you continued talking "You know how to hunt and you have good aim. Every time my father buys you squirrels he says that the arrow always hits the eye, you never ruin the body" the boy felt the heat rise to his face at your words and he was sure he was blushing because suddenly you seemed to be stopping yourself from smiling. "So if either of us has a chance of winning it's you. I'll probably be one of the first to die but I think I can be of help in the interview" you said the last thing looking at Larys.

Jacaerys felt his appetite disappear. It didn't sit well with him to hear you talk as if you were already resigned to dying. "She's got a good right hook," he said, looking at his uncle. He couldn't let Larys give up on you quickly, if you lost his interest then he surely wouldn't bother trying to help you win. "Lucerys told me. She hit a boy who was bothering him and gave that idiot a black eye."

"Jacaerys, I won't be able to win just by hitting people. Besides, there are surely tributes even bigger than that boy, they will attack me before I can even land a hit on him."

For a moment he had the image of an unknown tribute mercilessly attacking you with a sword before you had the chance to defend yourself. His stomach fluttered at the image of your broken body.

"You, on the other hand, can attack from afar with your bow. If you hide well you can have an advantage" you continued and went back to eating without realizing that your companion was looking at you with a frown.

Your attitude was irritating him. You should have been trying to impress Larys by saying what other things you can do but instead, you keep talking about him. It did not make sense. It had to be a strategy or maybe you were thinking it was a lost cause to try to win the games by having him as a district partner and his uncle as his mentor. You probably believed that Larys would choose to put all the chips on him just because he was his nephew. That made him furious.

"She can lift weights. I saw her lifting sacks of flour"

You suddenly dropped the cutlery sharply on the table. "Enough, Jacaerys," the annoyance was evident on your face and in your voice. "Don't try to make me feel good just out of pity, please. I know I'm going to lose. Everyone knows that." "You made a gesture with your hand to let you continue talking when you saw him open his mouth." Do you know what my mother told me when she came to say goodbye to me? There may finally be another winner in 12. She wasn't talking about me" you said looking into his eyes.

Everyone knew that your mother was a witch but Jacaerys never imagined that she would be one with her own daughter. It was cruel to tell you that when perhaps it could be her last talk. She should have faith in you. Or at least give you the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to comfort you but he had no idea what to say. Besides, he didn't think his uncle would be happy if he saw him being nice to you. He would tell her that he was weak and that he didn't come here to make friends.

So Jace settled for looking into your eyes, hoping that you could somehow understand that he didn't want you to give up.

"Oh, darling, that's horrible," Effie said, breaking the tension between the two of you, placing a hand on her heart, she seemed genuinely moved. "I think you should try hard to win and prove your mother wrong."

You didn't say anything, you just gave a sad smile to the district escort. A moment ago Jacaerys felt bad for you but now he can't help but think that maybe you only told your last conversation with your mother to gain Effie's sympathy and get her to talk about you to her friends in the Capitol. He hated analyzing everything you did but he couldn't let his guard down with you if he wanted to go home to his brothers. He was sure that if Lucerys was with him and could see what was going on in her mind he would tell him that he was being paranoid. But maybe it wasn't wrong for him to doubt you, Jace thought when he noticed that Uncle Larys seemed to be evaluating you with his gaze.

“Let's start to see who his competitors are,” Larys finally spoke, ending the dinner.

Jacaerys was relieved to see that your stylist had put you in an outfit just like his, at least if he ended up making a fool of himself at the parade he wouldn't be the only one. You're wearing the same shiny leather boots and the same full-length black leotard with the cloak that flutters in the wind. The only difference between the two of you was that your suit seemed closer to your body, highlighting your curves.

As you are taken to the lower level of the Renewal Center, Portia, your stylist, along with her team can't stop talking excitedly about what a sensation you two will be. Cinna, Jacaerys' stylist who came up with the idea of setting their outfits on fire, seems tired of the congratulations. Jace couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he, too, was nervous that it wouldn't work and would end with them dead. You didn't look nervous, which shouldn't surprise him considering you were probably used to fire since he worked at the bakery.

Once they arrive, they basically find a giant stable. The opening ceremony is about to begin so the stylists are having their tributes ride into carriages pulled by a group of horses. Cinna and Portia lead you and Jacaerys to their carriage, both of them carefully arranging the posture of the two of your bodies and your cloaks before stepping aside to talk something between themselves.

“What do you think of the fire?” Jacaerys asked you in a whisper. He tells himself that he's just talking to you to distract himself from his nerves.

“At least we're not naked,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Jacaerys grimaces as he remembers those poor tributes who had to parade naked covered in black dust. It had happened years before his uncle became a victor, the only reason why everyone knew about that incident was because whenever the games approached on television they did a recap of the best kills, the best dressed as well as the worst deaths and the worst dresses. In the latter, those poor tributes always appeared.

“Uncle Larys definitely wouldn't have let that happen. He probably would have hit them with his cane as soon as they told him that idea,” Jace said with a small smile as he imagined his uncle hitting the stylists and scolding them. You must have imagined the same thing too because you started laughing. Your laughter was contagious so he soon joined you, feeling his nerves disappear for a moment as well as the heaviness in his shoulders. Cinna and Portia will probably be upset that you two lost your posture but neither you nor Jacaerys seemed worried about it.

"If something goes wrong I promise to take out your cloak while you take out mine," you said trying to get serious again but from the corner of your lips, it was evident that you wanted to smile.

"Deal," he agreed with a small smile.

Jace's calm demeanor disappeared the moment he saw his uncle. He tensed as he watched him walk towards the carriage, ready to feel his eyes judging him and scolding him for acting like a child. His uncle was right to be angry, now the other tributes would see them as weak and stupid.

"I want you to present yourself as a united front," Larys said, surprising his nephew.

"What?"

"If you want to win then you have to do everything I say" the mentor reminded them "So you will go out, hold hands, and greet the audience" In his tone of voice there was no room for discussion but Jacaerys had many questions. He couldn't do any of them because when started playing the opening music Larys headed for the exit.

"Come on, don't look so upset. It's not like I have scabies," you nudged him. If he hadn't been focused on seeing the tributes from District 1 in his glowing robes then he would have noticed how the sparkle in your eyes seemed to have dimmed.

It's not many minutes before you and Jacaerys are near the doors. As the District 11 tributes leave, Cinna appears with a torch. You and Jace don't have time to back away when the stylist turns on both of your cloaks. The three of them sigh in relief when they see that it worked.

“Remember head up and smile. Oh, don't forget the most important thing, hold hands. They're going to love you!" Cinna quickly tells them before getting out of the carriage.

Jacaerys hesitates before taking your left hand. Unlike him, you don't hesitate to intertwine your fingers with his. You give him one last smile before his carriage enters the city. The crowd seems alarmed at first when they see the fire but then they soon begin shouting both their names. Jace can't help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of everyone's eyes on him so he focuses on staring at the screen. For a moment he is breathless, the two of you look wonderful, especially you look brilliant as you wave and blow kisses to the crowd. In the low light of twilight, the fire illuminates both of your faces and your cloaks seem to leave a trail of flames behind. Cinna got what he wanted and gave you both a chance, no one would forget about you two, you really made a sensation.

You squeeze Jacaerys's hand and remind him under your breath to “Smile.”

Then he tries his best to give his best smile and starts greeting you. Someone among all these people must have wanted to sponsor him. This was an excellent opportunity to win over the audience and he had to take advantage of it. He remembers the words of his uncle Larys, so he raises their joined hands, making the screams increase even more. When they enter the City Circle they lower their hands but neither you nor Jace try to let go. During President Snow's speech, Jacaerys is distracted by feeling you caress his skin with your thumb, he tries not to think about it too much, he tells himself that you must be nervous and you do it unconsciously. Luckily it doesn't take long for the national anthem to be heard and the carriages travel around the circle for the last time. Jacaerys notices that the screens seem to show you two more than the other tributes.

He finishes confirming that it was not his imagination once you arrive at the Training Center and get off your carriages. As Cinna and Portia remove their cloaks, you and Jacaerys notice the angry glances of the other tributes, especially Royce Baratheon, the burly boy from District 2 who volunteered, and his district partner Agatha Durrandon.

Jace notices that the two of you are still holding hands so he lets you go.

"The flames suit you well and you have a beautiful smile" you declared with a smile making him blush.

THG taglist: @valeskafics @agqrtz @cookielovesbook-akie @klara-lily @husherstan @427120lxld @justhereiguess2 @salmonella22 @hanversace @xmagik @crazylokonugget

Taglist for all my House of the Dragon works

@chaotic-fangirl-blog @venus-flytrap3 @ajordan2020 @iloveallmyboys @sweethoneyblossom1 @fudge13 @crystal-faith @tita004 @ichanelvxgue @snowprincesa1

@joyouart @rosey1981 @alastorhazbin @papichulo120627 @apollonshootafar @jasminecosmic99 @diorchaiamet @partypoison00 @camy85

@rebelliuna @bxdbxtxh15 @impartinghades @targaryenmoony @thegirlnextdoorssister @angeliod @snh96 @aleemendoza2425-blog @lizlovecraft @natashaobo

@watercolorskyy @nyenye @savagemickey03 @kishie8 @ewwwitsel @arabis-world @nzygftoji @alisoncdariel @partnerincrime0

If you want to be part of my taglist

hotd masterlist

653 notes · View notes

blingblong55 · 5 months

Text

Matilda- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Photo creds:@ave661^

Based on a request:

Ghost finding out his s/o has a bad family, who she doesn’t keep in contact with but talks shit about and is like. Pretty open about how fucking awful her past was? if it’s too much I get it but like- I used to love your angst posts :3 they were so yummy! --- F!Reader, 18+, angst, comfort, family issues/trauma, mentions of SA/rape, mentions of eating disorders, toxic!family, mentions of child abuse, so...trigger warning!! ---

A/N: this is me trauma dumping so I'm sorry if it isn't perfect

Simon knew, he knew well that you weren't so open to starting a family with him for reasons he knew best to respect. But, one day, without him even realising he asked the question, you sat down and told him the story your teary eyes held for so long. As he listened to you explain the stories, he noticed how he wasn't speaking to his wife but to the little girl, his wife once was. The one who was left in a cruel world to people who shouldn't have had kids. "So, they...abused you?" He carefully asked and when he noticed you pause, he knew the answer you didn't. "I...I don't think so," your soft words spoke.

Nothing about the way you were treated seemed especially alarming 'til now

"What I know is that they were mean, evil to me. I was a kid...how was I to know right from wrong so easily?" You held his hand, support you failed to have as a child. Then, you told him the story of a young R/N. "I don't remember the exact age, but I could've been 5 through 8. I was there, he took me to his room, I thought we were going to play and he said we would so would I have known, you know?" Your innocent voice spoke the fear he held. "I don't remember much of that day but in glimpses, if I look too deep, I can see his hands between my thighs, and how he...well...you know," you couldn't explain, it was like a knot in your throat prevented to cause your heart more harm. "And you didn't tell your parents?" His voice is soft. You shake your head, "No, I...as a kid, they never believed what I said," you chuckle out of coping with it all.

"There was one time when my older sister tried to suffocate me, I didn't do anything to deserve it, all I did was watch cartoons and she annoyed me but I knew best and didn't feed into what she wanted from me." You pause and wipe some tears away. Your gaze never fell on his, afraid to break down too easily if you stared at the man who became home to you so long ago. He was that, he was comfort and home and you knew that if you stole one glance, you would be sobbing the stories. Your hand held his tighter, he knew well it was for comfort. "She pressed the pillow tight on my head, I was sick and my stupid lungs couldn't take the fact I had pneumonia, so of course killing me would be easier," you chuckle again. His gaze never left your delicate face and even he had to admit he cried as you told him these stories.

After a long sigh and pause you continue, "I somehow pushed her off me and ran to my parent's room, knocked loud and when my dad opened the door I swore I finally felt safe until I didn't," You know he was ready to ask why but you just laid your head on his shoulder. Looking off into the distance you continued, "My sister told them I pushed her, told her that I hated her, which is not true because hate is strong and she is my sister," you shake your head. "I cried when they didn't believe me, and had a panic attack in their room. and when I backed into a corner as my mother and father yelled at me...that's when they took my sister to the hallway and my mother stayed with me, she tried to hug me but I didn't need none of that...not from her." His hand rubbed your arm, knowing what you needed from him. You wipe some tears away, your breathing hitches and he wraps both arms around you. "I didn't hurt her Simon, I swear I didn't but no one believes me, no one," you whisper the last part. "I know you didn't, my love," he kisses your head and continues to rub your arm.

"I believe you, I'll always believe you before anyone else," he reminds you. "I...my mother gave me water and sent me to my room, told me to just sleep it off," you stop and cry. "Oh my love," he whispers and carries you onto his lap. The pouty frown broke his heart more and more. The cosy home he and you made for the years of your life, warming up his belief that slowly, he will replace all those bad years. The fireplace radiates heat on the snowy winter day. "In this world, I'll always believe you, no matter what, okay, my love?" He looks down and you nod. "That's my girl," he says and places a blanket over you both. "Do you want to continue, my love?" He asks, rubbing your back with his warm touch.

"I do," your voice is small. It was best to open about this and then burn it and let the ashes fly away than to keep it locked in for eyes to see. "I...as I grew up, I knew I had no place in that house. My mother shamed me for my body, and so did everyone in my family." Your head nuzzling onto his chest like a cat finding comfort. "So, I starved myself to be the perfect daughter. I did try to be perfect, I tried to get an I love you, a simple smile or hug." He nods, understanding where you came from. "One time, my mother grabbed my stomach, she told me I was fat and looking back at how I was at that age, I...I was healthy, nothing was ever wrong with me, nothing," you repeat in a whisper.

After a long time of comfortable silence, you speak again. "As I grew older, they made me feel terrible about all of me, how I dressed, if I did my makeup, my hair, my body, the stretch marks that decorated my body, all of it and even I wasn't allowed to have one bad day, not one." He shook his head and in that instant, he understood why all those years of loving you, you always avoided starting a family conversation. You were afraid to be like them, to persist in a cycle of never-ending trauma. He knew you loved him, he knew how much you yearned to be a mum, to watch him and you become parents and do foolish things for and with your child.

"I never understood why I was so insecure over my thighs or why I hated when people touched them, but as I grew older and noticed that I was...you know... I..um.." You could never be admitted, never say you were raped as a child, not when you were scared to acknowledge it again. "I know love," he responds so you don't torture your heart anymore. "But...when I realised what happened to me, that's when it all hit me and there was a time in my young life that I knew I would never forget," you kept holding onto his torso. "It hadn't been long after what that...person...did to me when my mum and sisters pinned me to the ground, they knew then that I disliked people touching my thighs so they pinned me to the ground and touched them," you shake your head, trying to forget the moment. "They...th-they touched my body as I cried and begged for them to stop and not once did anyone stop or help me. My father walked by and he...he just laughed and kept walking...how...how can you do that?" You cried. "How can a parent do that? I was a kid, Simon...a child," you broke down.

"And don't get me started on why I felt like Christmas was just not a happy holiday anymore." Your mind went to a past Christmas, your family yelling, your father accused of his cheating, never denying, just lying and yelling at your mother. You hid in a closet, grabbed headphones and played music loudly. Hours passed and your mother saw fear within her eyes as she cried to you, why can he love me? she asked as she cried, you played strong. Your father drove away, leaving his family scared and cornered in a bathroom, crying as they listened to stories.

"My dad used to hit me, well, my entire family really," you confessed. His eyes widened, he knew they were bad, but not this bad. "My dad had a belt he used to hit me with, my mother and sisters used to watch. One time, they added more fuel to the fire as they told him more lies to get me into more trouble, part of me thinks they loved to watch me cry and get hit." You so innocently say, "When I was a kid and even as I grew older, my mum and dad would hit me and tell me they did it because they loved me." He shook his head, "Never...never in your life do you dare think that way. If I even dare to lift my hand at you, you leave me, my love. Because no matter how much you or I love the other, abuse doesn't equal love," he cups your face. You nod.

You learned one thing from Simon as he listened, that he was calm after the bad storm. He had his troubles, yes, but never would he be like them. He and you healed the other after all those years of a bad life you lived. You and him, sunshine to the other even in the darkest of the night. He has become light and a new beginning. Family. And as you admire the soul who can tell which smiles you are faking, you know that the little girl in you is finally safe. She has packed her dolls and sweater, moved to the countryside, grew up and fell in love with a man. A man who is home, a man who became the grown-up little R/N runs to when scared. For he is home, he is light and he is love. He is your man, your safe place and the one you find comfort in.

I don't believe that time will change your mind In other words I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

"No more," he told you, you looked up at him in confusion. "No more?" you asked and he shook his head. "From this day on, you are not their blood, you are a Riley, you are R/N Riley and never will you be associated with them." He cupped your face. His tone was stern as he tried to make you listen to him. "They are not family, my love. They are strangers you lived with. And me...I am your family, we don't need another shit Christmas, we can...hm...we can have dinner here, or maybe get takeout and watch your favourite movies all day and night. Hey, who knows, maybe that Santa Clause man will come in the night as we sleep and hopefully you've been nice my love because I want him to bring you some good gifts," he chuckles as he cups your delicate face. You laugh a little, "Hey, look who's back, that cute laugh of yours my love," he kisses your lips and pulls you to him, closer than you already were.

You can start a family who will always show you love You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

In this lifetime, you will learn many things and you will meet many people. Most of which will come and go. Those who stay, you may ask? Well, they become a family, maybe not a biological one but it's not blood that relates two strangers. It's memories, it's understanding, growing, living and loving. Family is him, family is the old lady or that professor you bonded with. Family is people who make you feel safe and at home. For if you are lucky, in this life you will find your Simon Riley. The person who wraps you in a warm blanket and loves you a little more when you hate the reflection in the mirror. And if you get even luckier, you will find that not only will it be Simon Riley who heals your old wounds and covers them in kisses and caresses. You will find yourself, maybe in ten years, getting covered in glitter, mud, and stickers and having the walls of your home drawn on by Simon's child. The love child that was created on a warm Christmas morning. The same one that wakes you up at six in the morning to go and see what the big red man brought them for Christmas.

And if you are lucky enough, you will find peace. The same one you looked for since age 5, the same one you cried for throughout the years. Maybe it won't come this year, but if you are patient enough, you will find it and when you do, appreciate it because you cried for it many moons ago.

You don't have to be sorry, no

A/N: the tears I shed as I wrote this made a river. Anyway, thank you for letting me dump years of trauma with this one, love you all <3

Tags:

@ghostslillady @liyanahelena @sans-chara @siwwayouu @allaboutirem0 @just3rowsing @mothcelestial @blankk3

458 notes · View notes

promiscuouscutie · 2 months

Text

All Yours pt. 7

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Warnings for this part: voyeurism, mentions of losing virginity, masturbation, Ethan having dirty thoughts lol, mentions of murder

You've never felt so ready to leave your math class. You usually lived and breathed statistics, but your mind was elsewhere in those sixty minutes. You thought about his hands on your hips, the way he looked at you with hooded eyes the night he kissed you. God, the way he kissed your jaw, trailing more down your neck to make you giggle at the feeling. You found yourself smiling down at your notes, thinking about how his kisses could make your stomach do flips endlessly. You couldn't believe you had a boyfriend. You couldn't believe Ethan Landry was your boyfriend.

The boy who was always there, willing to listen to you ramble. The boy you first met in Photography I at the beginning of the semester. Who would've known you both had taken AP Art throughout high school, getting the credits needed to take higher art courses in college? That truly was luck; Ethan didn't even know you existed until the first day of classes:

He got in the classroom early, picking a desk in the middle. Five minutes before class started, you rushed in, sweat dripping down your temple. You had gotten lost on campus, but it thankfully did not make you late. You eyed the room, finding yourself locking eyes with the curly-headed boy. You wiped the sweat from your face and walked right over to him with a soft smile on your face. He kept his eyes on you, his heartbeat picking up more and more as you got closer to him. And finally, you said your first words to him:

"Is anyone sitting here?"

He almost forgot he could even speak. He cleared his throat and replied "No. No one's sitting there." A simple answer to a simple question made him feel like he would pass out, getting taken off campus on a stretcher. But you sighed with relief and set your stuff on the desk. You told him your name, and he told you his. You said his name was cute, and he bashfully thanked you. Ever since then, he's wanted you to be his.

Your professor finally closed her packet up and turned the projector off, dismissing everyone. You were one of the first to stand, ready to leave the room, but a voice called your name. You turned to see Mia, a girl you had tutored in the past. She was always kind to you, and a very good listener. She thought your notes were a godsend, and you appreciated the compliment. You hadn't hung out so much outside of class besides tutoring, which you didn't mind. But the two of you would text: she'd send you pics of new jewelry she made, and you'd send her pics that you took around campus, adding to your photography collection.

"Do you even feel ready for this next test?" She asked.

"Sorta. It's kinda hard to think about a test when.."

"..When students are being murdered, yeah. I get the feeling," She finished your train of thought. You sighed, gripping the strap of your bag. Three had died so far, but who was to say the numbers wouldn't go up? It worried you greatly. It was impacting the morale on campus as well. Some students weren't showing up to their classes, afraid of getting hurt.

"I knew one of the students that got murdered," Mia admitted.

"Me too." The thought of Michelle came to mind instantly. As much as you didn't like her, you wouldn't have wanted her killed.

"He was nice, sorta. I mean, we talked about movies a lot. He had a thing for slasher films. Used to go on and on about them. But between you and me," she leaned in close, "He seemed too fascinated in the gore of it. It was kinda unsettling." You shivered at the thought. Mia sighed, pulling a hair tie from her wrist.

"But he was nice. I'll miss the guy," she frowned as she put her curls into a ponytail.

"It's terrible. So depressing," you added.

"What is?" A voice chimed in. You turned to find Ethan standing there, making you gasp a little. He had on a baby-blue collared t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair looking a little frizzy. You noticed how his muscles looked in the shirt, making your heart race a little.

"You're here," you smiled. Ethan didn't tell you he was coming; you had planned to meet him with the group after your classes were done, and you still had one class left for the day.

"Of course. I wanted to see you," he smiled. You could feel your cheeks warming up as Mia narrowed her eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mia! This is my boyfriend, Ethan. Mia's a friend of mine-"

"We've met before," Mia cut you off. You raised both your eyebrows, surprised. You looked up at Ethan, who had no expression on his face as he stared at her.

"Oh! Do you guys have classes together?" You questioned.

"We went to high school together," Mia explained. Well, what a small world!

Ethan's hand snuck around yours, pulling you closer to him. "Can we get going, pretty?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

"I'll see you later Mia, okay?" You smiled, waving at her. Ethan kissed your temple, already turning to leave, pulling you with him. As Ethan kept you glued to his side, he looked back at Mia, glaring at her. You didn't notice, too busy fumbling with the zipper on your black jacket. His grip on your hand stayed until you made it out of the building. He dropped it and sat on the nearest bench under a tree.

"So, tell me about your class. How was it, pretty?" He smiled, staring at you. You smiled widely, immediately going on and on about all the things you learned, the little moments where your professor made you laugh, and the doodles you put on the margins of your notes. He didn't interrupt your rambling, simply taking everything in. He couldn't believe you were his girlfriend, his first one at that. All the time he spent obsessing over you amounted to this: calling you his sweet, dumb thing. Not that you were dumb; you were a smart girl. You just had this sense of innocence; you lacked experience. Something about that drove him crazy; it played out in his fantasies all the time:

You'd be whimpering as he spread your thighs apart, showing him out much you were aching, dripping in your panties. He'd groan at the sight of the growing wet patch, whining as he rubs you through your panties. You'd start mewling at the friction, almost on the verge of begging for him to be rougher. He'd slip your panties off and shove them in his pocket, knowing he'd fuck his cock up into them later. He'd press his lips all over your thigh as he rubs your clit in a circular motion, getting closer and closer before meeting your pussy face-to-face. As he starts to suck on your--

"Ethan?? Did you hear me?" Your voice perked up in his ears, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," He looked at the ground, avoiding your eyes. You took some steps forward, standing in between his legs and playing with his hair. "About what?" Ethan grins, trailing his eyes up your body to meet your face.

I'm thinking about how you'd taste on my tongue. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are," he sighed. You blush profusely as you kiss his forehead. “You’re too cute.” He moved his head back to look up at you, his lips forming a grin once again.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked.

“Nothing much. I was gonna review for my stats exam, but that's about it. Why?" you asked.

"Well, I was wondering if I could come over."

"Oh! Yeah! That'd be great. We could invite the others too, have a little study-"

"No." Your eyebrows raise at the interruption. "No?" You repeat.

"I was thinking we could hang out alone. Just me and you." Ethan stared with alluring eyes, trying to persuade you. And it worked! You felt yourself melting, brushing your fingers against his.

"I'd like that! That sounds nice.." You trail off for a moment, "What do you wanna do?" Ethan had some ideas in mind, all of which involved you becoming a blubbering mess.

"Hm, I don't know! I could help you study, or we could watch movies together," he suggested.

"We can watch scary movies!"

"Yes! What about slashers?" You cringed at the thought, shaking your head.

"I don't think I could sit through one of those, considering everything that's been happening recently." For a moment, Ethan forgot about the killings. He forgot the part he played in the torment of the Carpenter sisters. He forgot the mission his father wanted to complete as a family, to avenge his older brother.

For a few minutes, he was just a boy, talking to the girl he loved.

"Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry. I didn't even think about it."

"It's okay. We'll figure something out," you smile. His heartbeat quickened again, feeling pulled into your presence.

"Of course we will, pretty." He pressed his lips on your temple before pulling out his phone, groaning at the texts his sister sent:

Stop talking to your plaything and hurry up. Dad wants to meet. -sis

Omg I can see the vein popping out of your forehead -sis

Little brooo lets gooo :0 -sis

"What's wrong, E?" He shoved his phone back into his pocket, scoffing at his sister's impatience.

"I have to go."

"Already?" You felt sad, wishing this moment would last longer. He lifts your chin up, looking at your pouty lips.

"Don't be sad. I'm coming over tonight, remember?" You nodded, and he pulled your face into a kiss. He selfishly wanted to leave you longing for him, whiny. He deepened the kiss towards the end before pulling away, making your cheeks warm up.

"I'll text you when I'm on my way tonight!" He called out.

"Okay! See you soon!" You both go your separate ways, thinking about the other, wondering what would await when the night sky came.

"He's coming over?!" Annika gasps as she put the dishes away. You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch.

"Yes, Anika! And I'm freaking out! What am I supposed to wear?? The clothes I already have on?? What do I do?!" You can hear Anika laughing at your helplessness, not having a care in the world.

"Girl, just put on some comfy clothes. You said you might watch movies, right?" You peek your head over the cushions, like a deer in headlights. "Yeah?"

"That'll be the perfect time to cuddle with him! Wear comfy clothes! Wait, is he sleeping over?"

"I didn't think that far ahead," you say sheepishly.

"Well if he does, I'm not gonna be here. I'll be at Mindy's again, so don't worry about me interrupting you two," she smirked. You roll your eyes at the comment. You jumped off the couch, standing on your feet. "Can you help me pick out my clothes?"

"Of course!" She smiled sweetly. You always appreciated Anika's advice when it came to clothes. She could praise you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She'd help you pick out outfits to add to your wardrobe all the time. It was safe to say she had heavy influence over the clothes in your dresser. But that wasn't a bad thing! She had great style and helped you find your own.

As you slipped on different outfits, you found yourself remembering the first kiss again. The way he pulled you into his lap, the heavy breathing between the both of you, the way he grabbed your ass. Would he do that tonight? Would he want to go further and have sex? Am I even ready?

You were gonna be honest: you've never had sex. You never felt comfortable getting to that point with anyone in high school, but now you were in college, and you had Ethan in your life. You've touched yourself before, explored your body at night when you were alone. Ethan could attest to that; he'd seen you through the hidden camera in your room.

He replayed the footage on his laptop every night, watching you get yourself dressed and ready for bed. His hands would wander when your hand journeyed down your body, into your underwear. He'd patch your pace, trying to cum at the same time as you. He imagined his hand was yours, coaching him through the process. He relished in the expressions you'd make as you bit your lip, getting closer and closer. He couldn't believe how dirty you were, his little plaything. As much as he hated when Quinn called you that, he found himself liking it recently. It was probably the relationship change, going from friends to boyfriend-girlfriend.

Speaking of Ethan, while you were finding the perfect outfit, he was listening to his father drone on and on about the Carpenter sisters. He and his sister, Quinn, sat beside each other at the kitchen table. He couldn't recall the last time the three of them had been in this house, the house they grew up in. There was a time when Richie woudl lighten the room, putting a smile on everyone's face, even their mom's. The memory of his mother's face made him shudder, bringing him back to reality.

"Ethan? Any updates?" His father repeated.

"What?"

"UPDATES. On the Carpenter sisters. You got anything?"

"O-oh. No. Sorry," he averted his eyes. His father scoffed, rubbing his eyes.

"Ethan, you've got to be fully in this. Alright? You can't just walk away. They killed my son, your brother. Have you forgotten that?"

"No sir."

"Good! Is there anything you can tell me? Maybe someone we have to watch out for?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "Someone recognized me from high school."

"Who?"

"This girl, Mia. She and I used to be friends when Richie was still around, but after he died, we kinda grew apart." His father narrowed his eyes. "So she knows you're related to Richie."

"Yeah."

"Hm. Interesting. Has she said anything to you?"

"No. But she didn't look happy to see me." Quinn glanced at him, growing anxious.

"Quinn could make a visit to this...Mia girl." Ethan's eyes grew wide. "What? No! She hasn't done anything. She just recognizes me."

"Son, I'm not taking any chances. We can't have anyone connecting us to these killings. We need alibis, so find one for yourself tonight. Understand?"

"But dad, she doesn't-"

"Do you understand?" He repeats with a louder voice. Ethan shrinks in his seat, only nodding. His father smiled. "Good."

Taglist: @ssnapsaurus @nowitsmissing @ch9mpi0n @c0untryclub @stabmemaybe @applelovesposts

#scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #corruption kink #scream 6 smut #ethan landry smut #eventual smut #possessive #innocent reader #fem reader #scream 6

160 notes · View notes

jpmarvel90 · 9 months

Text

Not going to make it

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett are expecting their first baby together. But when Scarlett's project is delayed, there's a risk she may not make it home for the birth.

Word Count: 4498

Y/n's POV:

Never allow your wife to go and work on a project a month before you are due to give birth. That's exactly what I did and now I'm regretting it as I'm sat in the delivery room about to push a baby out of my who ha. To be fair, she didn't really want to go, but I'm in an incredible amount of pain now, so everything is her fault! Let me back up a bit.

I've been in an incredible relationship with Scarlett for 8 years. Married for 5 of them. We met a while before that though on the set of Iron Man 2. I was one of the cinematography assistants on set. Scarlett, being the wonderful person she was, always made an effort with everyone on set. She knew everyone's name and treated them the same as she would her fellow cast mates.

Our relationship turned into one of friendship when she was going through her divorce. I was working to make sure everything was ready on a set on the backlot. Turns out Scarlett was using it to have her daily meltdown. Her words, not mine. At first, I didn't know what to do. In the end, just sat next to her and offered her a tissue. She broke the silence to explain what was happening.

From that day, we became close. She would search me out when she was having a down moment, and we'd go to an unused set, and she would let her feelings out. Sometimes she would scream, others cry. Sometimes she would be so angry she's just kicked the shit out of the props. It was cute, because she would then politely put everything back to where it was before her rampage.

I often didn't say anything. I think I was mainly there as a soundboard for her. I didn't try to offer her much advice. My own love life was a disaster so I couldn't speak with any wisdom on the matter. As things from her divorce calmed down, we started to hang out away from set. Coffee and lunch here and there. It was nice to see the change in her as she started to get over and move on from her divorce.

In fact, I was surprised when she had moved on far enough that she kissed me at a cast party for Avengers. I had just got a promotion and Kevin had talked about me taking over head of cinematography when Patrick retired at the end of this movie. I was so excited, and Scarlett was the first person that I wanted to tell. After I excitedly told her, she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss filled with fireworks, whispering "I'm so proud of you." I was completely shocked, but after talking, we both admitted that we had feelings for each other and started to go on dates together.

We were definitely a slow burn. Although the feelings there definitely there, there was always a hesitation to take it to the next step. It wasn't until I was going to work on a movie in England that it kind of forced us to address the situation. Scarlett burst through the door to my apartment almost in a rage. "Were you going to tell me that you are moving to England for 6 months?" She fumed.

"I only found out this morning and was planning to tell you over dinner tonight." I admitted, as she towered over me whilst I was sat on my sofa. "Oh, uh. Sorry. Seems I overreacted a little here." She awkwardly laughed, rubbing at the back of her neck. I was quick to pull her down onto my lap. "I don't want you to go without knowing you're mine." She whispered with vulnerability. "Oh Scarlett. I have always been yours." I confess, making her eyes light up. "Be my girlfriend." She rushed out as she cupped my cheeks.

I leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. "I'm taking that as a yes." She grinned and I nodded. "I've wanted to ask you for so long, but I didn't know if you were there yet." I admitted shyly. "Babe, we've been dating for 4 months. Of course I was there. But I appreciate you being so thoughtful of my own feelings. But let's make sure that we have clear communication. We're going to need it over the next six months." She suggested, something I easily agreed to.

Those six months were really tough. Being so new to our relationship, I think we were both worried that it would be too much of a strain to have a long distance relationship. But we made the effort with each other, both taking the trip across the pond to spend time together, talking every day. I actually think it's why our relationship is so strong.

I knew after being with her for less than a year that I wanted to propose, but her work schedule, and mine, as I worked with Marvel, became so busy. I wanted the proposal to be perfect, so I waited. Too long really. I proposed after we had been together for two years. With the help of our friends in the cast and crew, I proposed on the set where I first saw her having her break down. That was where I started to have feelings for her. The set may have changed over the years, but my feelings for her didn't.

A year later and we tied the note and have been happily married ever since. We made a home in New York, and it was where we planned to start our family. It's not been an easy journey to get here. IVF was difficult. With the commitments Scarlett had, we agreed that I would carry first, and then Scarlett would carry our second. But it took us a little longer than we had anticipated to get pregnant the first time round. It took us 18 months. It's not bad in the grand scheme of things and people go for much longer. But for us, we were so desperate for our own little family, it was a painful time. Especially when I miscarried twice.

But after a year and a half of trying, we were finally successful. We were so cautious in the early stages. I barely went out and took some time out of work for a month. The press, and even our friends, thought that we were going through a breakup. So, it was a shock to them all when we announced our pregnancy when I reached 12 weeks.

Our friends and family were so happy for us. Scarlett's mom only lives a few minutes away and her dad is within the hour. Being based in New York wasn't what some of our friends wanted though. Both Lizzie, Scar's best friend, and Florence, mine, bought apartments near us so they could be near by once the baby came along. There were like two sisters to us. It was great.

Through my pregnancy, Scar was amazing. Very protective, not that I blame her after the stress the miscarriages put us through. But she was so loving, and my favourite moments were watching her interact with the bump. Every night she would read a book to them, and she would so often singing to them. Though this would often send me to sleep as her voice is so calming to me.

I was annoyed when it was a Marvel project that caused there to be a hint of worry that she wouldn't make it for the birth. Initially there weren't any issues. She was filming on the new Scarlett Witch movie. It was a great opportunity, with Natasha coming back in the Multi-Verse and Scar was so happy to be back in the Marvel fold.

The project was due to finish a month before my due date. We talked for a long while about whether she was going to take it. To be fair, it was mainly me trying to convince her to go. I knew how much she wanted this, and I didn't want me or our child to be the reason she didn't get to do something she loved so much. It was the promise that her mom and Flo would be around for anything I might need that ultimately helped to convince her.

We were both shocked when Hunter came back from Puerto Rico to be around for the birth. He stayed with Melanie but was a great entertainment to me. Flo was around every day, and she would often stay over. In the beginning, it was actually quite fun. I was waited on hand and foot, with Hunter and Flo being far too scared of Scarlett to do anything less.

But then I got a phone call I dreaded. When I answered the phone, I could already head that Scarlett was crying. It sent my anxiety up straight away and I was terrified that something was wrong. "I'm so sorry." Is all she kept repeating, but not actually telling me what she was sorry for. I could hear Lizzie in the background trying to calm her down.

It took her 15 minutes until she was able to calm down and tell me that filming was delayed by two weeks. She was terrified that she was going to miss the birth of the baby. I was too, but I didn't want to make her feel any worse by adding to those fears. Instead, I took the time to talk her down and explain that there would be time and at the last appointment, out little man was very comfortable and didn't look to want to be going anywhere.

I even worked out how long it would take her to get to be from Atlanta and showed her that unless I was having a super speedy labour, she would more than likely make it in time if she was able to leave as soon as she knew. Thankfully she agreed and stopped threatening to walk out on her contract. As I knew Kevin Feige quite well, I called him up and explained the situation. He said that he would allow Scarlett to leave if I went into labour and offered his own private jet to ensure that she got here as quickly as she could.

It was all sorted and everything was going to work out. That was until I started to feel lower back pain when heading to bed one night. Not thinking too much of it, as I had pretty bad back pain through the pregnancy, I ran a warm bath and soaked to help ease the pain.

It helped and I climbed into bed feeling slightly better. I feel asleep pretty easily, but I woke up with the pain returning. I looked at the clock on the side of the bed and saw that it read 3am. I got up to make myself a cup of tea and a quick snack as I was getting pretty hungry. By 8am, I was worried as the pain wasn't going away. I picked up the phone and decided that it would be best to call Flo, just in case. "Hey Y/n/n. Everything ok?" Her perky voice echoed down the phone. "Hi Flo. Could you come over. I'm not feeling great and think it would be best to have someone here just in case something happens." I ask.

Before I can even finish asking, I can hear her moving around her apartment. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. Do you think you've gone into labour?" She asks and I think about how I'm feeling. "It's only a sore back. Probably nothing." I try to shut down any thoughts of this baby coming early. I've still got another 10 days until the due date and Scarlett is due home in two days. This little bugger better stay put.

When Flo arrived, she helped get me comfortable on the sofa. I considered calling Scarlett, but I didn't want to worry her if this wasn't the real thing. But the decision was soon taken from me when I shot up from the sofa, clinging to my back and stomach as a wave of pain washed over me. I tried the best I could to breathe through it. Flo came in just as I was coming to the end of is and her face turned to have a worried look on it. "Shit! Y/n are you having contractions?" She asks, taking a seat next to me and slowly rubbing her hand up and down my back.

I nod as I control my breathing and wait for the pain to pass. "You need to time them." I grimace as I try and get comfortable again. Flo grabs her phone and starts a timer. "Ok, we need to call Scar." She says, handing me my phone. I call her a few times and she doesn't answer. "Seriously!" I huff when she doesn't pick up for the fifth time. I change tack and call Lizzie instead. She answers after two rings.

"Hi Y/n. Are you ok?" She asks with a cheery voice. "Are you with Scarlett?" I question and I know she can hear the slight panic in my voice. "She's filming at the moment, but I'm on set. Is everything ok?" She enquires. "I think I'm in labour." I reply, which earns a squeal of excitement. "Lizzie. Any chance I can speak with my wife?" I ask when she doesn't seem to be doing anything but bouncing around with excitement. "Oh right. Of course. I'm on my way."

I listen as she rushes across set. I hear the voice of Kevin and then he calls out to Scarlett. There's some mumbling before I finally hear my wife's voice. "Hi my love. Is everything ok?" She asks a little out of breath. "How quickly can you get to New York?" I ask, feeling a pain starting to pick up again. "Don't mess around Y/n." She lightly scolds, but the sudden cry of pain shows her that this is no joke. "Oh shit. Is that a contraction?" She questions through the phone, her voice getting frantic.

"No, I just like crying down the phone to you." I respond sarcastically. "Fuck. I'm not there. I have to be there." She starts to panic. "Then get going." I almost shout down the phone as Flo tries to help me through the contraction. "Right! Yes. Put Flo on the phone." She orders and I put the phone on speaker. "I'm here Scar." Flo announces, giving me a smile. "How far apart are her contractions?" She quizzes. "At the moment 15 minutes and her waters haven't broken yet." She informs my panicking wife.

There's some mumbling as she talks to someone and then returns her attention back to us. "Ok, when they're 5 minutes apart, she has to go to the hospital. I'm going to leave as soon as I can. I just need to change and then I'm heading to the airport. I should be with you within 7 hours. Call my mom and brother so they're there too." She instructs to Flo. "Just hold on for me babe. I promise that I'm going to be there, right by your side." She then tries to comfort me. "I need you Scar." I cry as I finally come through the contraction. "I know my love. I'm going to be with you as fast as I can." She says, before reluctantly telling me she needs to hang up so she can get ready.

After that phone call, Flo does as asked and calls Melanie and Hunter. They both say to call when we go to the hospital as they don't want to crowd me. Which I'm really grateful for. It's now a waiting game for my contractions to get closer together. I stand up to walk off some of the pain, slowly rubbing my hand over my bump. "I'm begging you little man. Please hold on so your mama can get here." I beg him, not wanting to do this without her.

My phone rings and I grab it to see a facetime from Scarlett. I answer it to see her smiling at me, but I also see the concern in her eyes. "Hi babe. I'm in the car on the way to the airport. How are you?" She asks me. "Sore. This fucking hurts Scar." I tell her and she chuckles, but quickly stops when I glare at her. "I miss you." I sniffle, trying to hide the tears. "I miss you too. So much. But I'm going to be with you before you know it!" She tries to comfort me.

"How far apart are your contractions now?" She questions. I look over to Florence. "8 minutes." She informs me. I see Scar's face falter at that. "Wow, that's quick." She mumbles, panic taking over her. "You'll get here on time." I tell her more confidently than I feel. "Maybe I can just close my legs." I joke which makes her laugh. But that soon stops when I feel a gush of water between my legs. I look down and see a puddle of liquid by my feet. "Y/n?" Scarlett calls to me.

I slowly meet her eyes through the phone. "My waters just broke." I inform her. Flo jumps up from her seat when she hears that and gasps when she sees the state of me. "Shit. OK um, I'm just at the airport. Kevin's plane is waiting for me, and I should be in the air within an hour." She tells me. "Ok angel. We'll be waiting for you." I tell her with a smile, trying not to show her the fear I'm feeling that she's not going to make it.

90 minutes later and my contractions are now 5 minutes apart. Scarlett messaged to say they were just taking off about 15 minutes ago so it was definitely going to be close, she still has at least 4 to 5 hours until she can realistically be with us. "Come on Y/n/n. Let's get you in the car. I've called ahead to the hospital and let Melanie and Hunter know too. They're going to meet us there." Flo tells me as she helps to guide me to the car. She runs back into the house and grabs the to go bag and we're on our way.

It's been over three hours since we've arrived at the hospital. I'm now 6cm dilated and I no longer have control over my emotions. "Where is she?!" I shout through another contraction, my hand squeezing the sides of the bed. "She should be landing any minute now sweetie." Melanie tries to comfort me, dabbing at my head with a wet cloth. "I can't do this on my own." I start to cry. Melanie and Flo both stop what they're doing, taking one of my hands each. "She'll be here. And if she isn't, you're not alone. You have us with you. We're not going anywhere." Melanie tells me firmly.

I'm not close with my parents. When I came out, it had a negative affect on my relationship with them. When I told them I was pregnant, they could barely hide their disgusted at the thought of Scarlett and I having a child together. Melanie has been the mother I didn't have and I'm so grateful that she's here. But she's not the one that I want next to me. I want my wife.

"She's landed and making her way here." Hunter rushes into my room with a smile, but it's not met with enthusiasm. "She's 9cm dilated. It's almost time." The midwife tells me, but I shake my head refusing to believe it. "Nope. Not happening. I'll just hold my breath or something. This baby is not coming until my wife is next to me." I say firmly. "Come on buddy, we had a talk." I plead to the bump once again, only to be hit by another contraction. "Oh, fuck you!" I scream as Flo imitates the breathing pattern I need to do. "Come on Scar." I whisper to myself.

"No, no, no." I chant, gaining Flo's attention. "What's wrong?" She asks, gently running her fingers through my hair. "I feel the need to push" I tell her, which gets the midwives attention. "Ok, that's the sign that your son wants to join the world now Y/n." She says but I'm shaking my head, sobbing at this point. "NO! She's not here. Please!" I beg, but I know it's no use. "Ok, we can only have one person in the room during labour." The midwife informs the three of them. "You're her back up birthing partner Flo. We'll wait outside." Melanie responds before leaning into leave a kiss on my forehead. "I'll be back to meet my grandson." She smiles, which I easily return.

Hunter is next to say goodbye, before they both disappear into the hallway. Flo takes my hand and gives me a confident look. "I thought she'd make it." I cry as Flo tries to shush me. "I know. I know I'm not the one you wanted with you. But I'm not going anywhere." She tells me, providing me the smallest of comforts.

"Ok Y/n. We're going to need you to start pushing with your next contraction." The midwife informs me. She's not here. She's not made it. Our son is going to come into this world without her. As I push with the next contraction, tears stream down my face to know she's not here. It's breaking my heart.

"I'M HERE!" Scarlett's voice fills the room as the door slams open. Relief washes over me as my contraction comes to an end, and I see the one face that I've wanted by my side. Flo places a kiss on my head and leaves so Scarlett can take over. She instantly takes my hand in hers and places a kiss on my head. "I'm so sorry. I'm late." She says panting, out of breath from clearly running. "It's ok. You're here now." I smile at her, puckering up my lips to show I want a kiss. She giggles and leans down and captures my lips in a kiss.

It doesn't last long as another contraction kicks in. "You got this baby. I'm so proud of you." Scarlett encourages as I push. "That's great. Y/n I can see the head. Take some deep breaths for me. You're almost there." The midwife says. I follow Scar who is guiding me through the breathing techniques. "I'm not sure I can go again. This hurts so much." I pant, leaning my head back against the pillow, dreading the next contraction to come. "Yes, you can. You are the strongest person I have ever met. It's something I admire about you so much and our son is so lucky to have you as their mom. I'm here with you. We are going to get through this together."

The sincerity in her voice is making me emotional, until another rush of pain hits. "Sure! Together! How's your pain level?" I hiss as I push once again, for what I hope is the final time. But all that frustration washes away when a baby's cry rings out. I look to Scar, to see her eyes filled with tears. There is no sound more magical. "Congratulations. You have a healthy baby boy." The midwife tells us, with a big smile. "Go cut the cord." I instruct Scarlett, with a push, who's reluctant to leave me. She places a kiss on my forehead and moves down towards our son.

She lets out a gasp as she meets him. "He's gorgeous." She whispers in awe. "Just like his mama." I smile. Seeing how happy Scarlett is as she takes the scissors to cut the cord. The midwife wraps a towel around the baby and pass him to Scarlett who holds him like he's made of glass. "He's got your eyes." She says as she walks him towards me and places him on my chest. Tears fall freely as his eyes meet mine. "Hi there. I'm your mom." I say with a teary smile.

Scarlett wraps her arm around my shoulders and rest her other hand on the baby. "He's perfect. Thank you." She beams, turning her gaze to me, love overflowing. "Thank you for making me a mom." She clarifies, leaning down to rest her head on my own. "We're a family of three." I smile and she chuckles. "My perfect family." She sighs contently.

After going through birthing the placenta and getting myself and the baby cleaned up. All the pain and grossness are in the past as this bright bundle of joy rests in my arms. Calmness now fills the room as Scarlett sits next to me, cooing at our newborn son. A knock at the door draws our attention as Melanie pokes her head around. "Can we come in?" She asks and we both nod quickly.

The door opens fully, and she's followed in by Hunter, Flo and also Lizzie. "They all gasp as they see the baby in my arms. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet our son. Leo Hunter Johansson." Scarlett announces to everyone's surprise. Hunter is frozen to the spot as tears fill his eyes. "Really?" He asks and Scarlett nods, standing up to pull him into a hug. "Do you want to hold your grandson?" I ask Melanie who nods, words escaping her.

I adjust my hold so she can take him. As soon as he's in her arms, she's cooing and crying herself. "My first grandchild." She babbles. Flo and Lizzie take their place by my side as Scarlett, Hunter and Melanie have a moment together. "What are you doing here Lizzie?" I ask. "I couldn't let her go on her own. She was so out of it, I'm sure she'd have gotten on the wrong plane! Besides, I wanted to be here to meet my nephew." She replies, a big grin her face.

I then turn to Flo who's already looking at me. "Thank you for being there for me. I can't thank you enough. I don't think I could have done any of this without you." I tell her honestly. "What else are sisters for." She states simply, and just like that the dam breaks and I cry into her shoulder. Stupid hormones!

After everyone has had a cuddle, they eventually have to leave as visiting hours are over. Scarlett's allowed to stay with me before Leo and I are discharged in the morning. She scoops Leo up into her arms and starts to walk around the room, bouncing him in her arms. I take a few photos and videos as she starts to sing to him. It fills my heart with so much joy and love and I can't wait for our lives together as a family.

#scarlett johansson fanfiction #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson #celebrity fanfic #celebrity fanfiction

190 notes · View notes

keruimi · 3 months

Text

His Lost Love

Muichiro Tokito x reader

Warning! Angst and Slight Comfort

When he hid the most painful thing he experienced after he became a Hashira until he forgot about it. But that deep scar was opened again when he met the person he chose to forget.

_____________________________

Here again, back at the mansion roofs. While the feelings of longing are still present to my life. It's been four years since I regained my memories.

Yet I still feel like something is missing.

I look at the moon as it manages to show me the view of the whole headquarters with the Hashiras' mansion buzzing with happiness.

It's been four years since we killed Muzan, yet there are still some demons alive and walking freely on the land.

Busy with the mission, I didn't notice I already turned eighteen.

I heard someone land on the roof that made me give a side glance and saw Tanjiro.

"What is it?" I asked him as I looked back at the scenery I never got bored of. I felt him sit beside me as he also looked at the view I was gazing at.

"You're here again"

I know. And I don't know the reason why I keep coming back here.

"Tanjiro" I called out for him as I sigh. "I feel empty but I can't remember the reason why"

I told him as I felt the cold breeze of the night. Just recalling that feeling makes my eyes glossy.

"I don't know why I always feel like there's a missing part of me" I admit as I lowered my head down and hid my face.

"Maybe because your twin brother is not here with you anymore..." He guessed but I shook my head as I wiped my tears away.

"No" I whispered. "I coped with his death through anger. It can't be him"

But maybe I am just overthinking?

Both of us got silent before a frantic crow ruined the silence around us.

"South East! South East! A demon is near the headquarters!" Tanjiro's crow repeated it like a broken record that made my companion stand from his position.

Our conversation were cut off short

"Well Muichiro, I'll be going"

I hummed in response before he went to the South East. I decided to enter my bedroom when I felt that the breeze was colder than usual.

And yet the moment I stepped inside my room, I saw the blue haori on the rack as I took a hold of it.

I knew I forgot about someone. Because when I took a hold of the Haori, it gave me a slight comfort as it brightly showed the ice patterns on it.

I felt another presence that made me look outside my window and saw again the blue mist in the form of a woman.

I took a step closer to it and as she usually does, she just caresses my cheek as my mind went somewhere again.

What if the blue mist is a remembrance of the person I forgot?

Out of all things, this mist always appears at night and never forgets to caress or show me comfort even though it was never physically.

But I feel it...

If I can just remember that person... Would I manage to quench the empty feeling deep inside me?

"South East! Back up in the South East!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my crow speak as the blue mist disappeared with the wind.

I put my thoughts together as I wore the blue Haori for comfort on a cold night.

I immediately follow my crow to the forest and not even 10 minutes, I can already feel the aura of the demon.

They are indeed close to the headquarters.

I heard glass shattering and swords clacking as I observed the situation before me.

I saw Mitsuri and Tanjiro already fighting together yet Mitsuri still got blasted off that made me run to catch her.

"I thought we already slayed the upper moons?" She asked me in a worried tone as she picked herself back up while I looked back at the battle happening in front of me.

It seems like the Demon is used to ice as it defends herself from Tanjiro's Dragon techniques.

The demon was a woman with white hair that ends on her lower back.

I ready my stance as I took a hold of my sword.

"Mist Breathing Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Splash"

When I first attacked, the woman managed to jump back, barely avoiding it.

The moment I got closer to her, that's when I properly got to observe her form.

A familiar form...

The woman stopped from her movements as she didn't leave her gaze at me.

"Chiro..." The low whisper caught me off guard as my eyes widened like saucers in disbelief.

How can this demon know me?

Mist Breathing Third form

I started to think again as I ignored the words of the demon in front of me.

Scattering Mist Splash

She managed to avoid it with a slight groan of pain as I saw that I managed to graze one of her cheeks.

"Muichiro Tokito!" She shouted my full name that made me stop from my movements.

There was a slight anger and sadness in her eyes as she stands in the middle of the open area in the forest.

"Can't you remember me?"

A disgusting feeling nagged me behind as I kept my blank gaze on her figure.

She is just a demon, nothing more

But when I saw how her eyes glossed, my surroundings were covered in dark as a frame of the past was shown in front of me.

"Are you the new slayer?" I stop my training to look back at the girl who seems to be at the same age as me.

She has white hair with those cyan eyes. She somehow looks ethereal with that gentle smile that lingers on her face.

I ignored her as I took a hold of my sword again to continue training but when I swing it, another sword stops it.

"Let me be" those were the first words I told her as the girl just gave a warm smile before throwing my sword out of my hand using hers.

"You need to rest. Overworking never leads to a good outcome" she stated and before I got to cut her neck off, she took hold of my hand and dragged me through the porch of the mansion I was staying at and sat me down there.

"I'm a Hashira, what makes you think you can treat me this way?" I told her and didn't bother to hide the annoyance in my voice as I felt her wipe my hands with a cold towel.

"You let me though"

Her answer made an irk mark appear on my forehead. "I didn't give you the consent to drag me"

"You still let me drag you even though we both know you can just snatch yourself away from my grip" she stated that made me give up on arguing with her.

I was aware of the rules of these corporations yet I can't debate on it especially if it was a girl I'm talking to.

I just flick her head because I know I lost on that one and I heard a giggle from her after that.

I would forget about this anyways.

I manage to rest on the porch from the hellish training I'm making myself go through under the blazing heat of the sun.

After she treated my wounds, it felt like my hands were relaxed that made me think if she was a slayer that is being taught by the insect Hashira.

"Who are you staying with?" I ask her as she lets out a small grin before scooting close to me. "Why? Are you planning to visit me?"

"No" I deadpan that made her shoulder drop but she still maintains the smile on her face. "I am just wondering who is raising a bold girl like you. We are clearly different in status yet you didn't follow my instructions"

She just looks at the field in front of us as there is no ounce of fear in her eyes.

It seems like the master of this girl spoils her too much.

"I am Giyu-san's tsuguko" she informed me something about her as I thought who was that guy again.

But a Tsuguko is also a powerful person in the Demon Slayer corps.

"Are you lying or are you lying?" I ask her in a blank tone before standing up to train again.

"None of the above"

Her answer managed to lift a small smile on my lips. I don't seem to take care of having someone as carefree as her.

That day became our beginning towards an emotion called love.

She was always with me, and I began to love her presence around me. So this is what it feels like to have someone of the same age interested in swordsmanship.

She is the only one who can stop me from overworking myself like before. I managed to take care of my health when she was with me.

She has a comforting presence that I always found myself having a slumber every time I was with her.

I felt her run my soft hand on my long hair as I sighed in contentment until I heard her call me by my nickname she gave me.

"Chiro"

I hummed in response as I opened my eyes to look at her who had her usual soft gaze on me.

"I love you more than a friend..." She confessed one day we were resting under a tree.

Love?

Her confession made my heart beat quicken as I sat up to look at her. I look away in hesitation knowing about how I easily forget things.

If I accept her feelings, I might forget it but she wouldn't.

"Aren't we too young for that?"

I told her as I slightly turned my head in her direction as she leaned back on the tree.

"I know..." She whispered but she still lifted a small smile and looked at me. "I just want to let you know. I don't need an answer knowing you never thought of those"

She is brave. She knows the outcome but she still did it.

I wrapped my arms around her for a hug as she returned it back to me while my thoughts started to wander off again.

I don't want to lose this relaxing moments with my only friend.

That night, I started to spend my time on the roof of the mansion as I cooled my head to think about it.

Shockingly, I never forget about her confession.

Even up till the times we hangout, her confession keeps repeating on my head over and over again.

"I love you" I mumbled on her shoulder as I hugged her from the back while we basked under the sun.

I felt her stiffen on my touch before she relaxed herself again that made me close my eyes.

I don't want to lose her.

She made me realize my worth even at such a young age.

"Chiro, you're deserving of love too" she exclaimed in her loving tone as she caress my cheeks and I can't help but lean more on her.

Men or women, girls or boys, she saw them the same way. She was the definition of justice itself.

"Health is a strength too. Take care of it, hone it until you break its limit"

Learning from the Hashira that took her in, there was no doubt she would mimic their mannerism too.

I love those kinds of women.

Someone who doesn't tolerate my cruel treatment to others.

"Chiro, you shouldn't talk to them that way"

She keeps correcting my wrongdoings. She was literally my guardian angel.

The only woman I remember.

The only woman I put all my attention to. Dedicated every victory just to come back to her alive.

Until one night when she went on a mission.

There were supposed to be only normal demons in the mission she headed to, but she met one of the upper moon demon itself.

We were too late when we arrived. She was already in the arms of Doma, the upper rank two who are known to eat women.

I felt how my pupil shook that time as I saw her body covered in her own blood. She laid there lifeless before he took her with him.

Even Obanai who was with me didn't able to catch up to him.

I felt my world spin that time before I lose my consciousness for the first time.

The last thing I saw was the Serpent Hashira running back to catch my body.

And the moment I woke up, it was already reality. She was not here with me.

I didn't arrive home with her. She was taken away without me knowing if she was still alive or dead.

There's a part of me is hoping that the demon give her mercy and at least let her live.

I felt Obanai-san approach me before lending me her Haori. And I took it without second thought.

The only reminder of her...

I don't know what took over me but I found myself begging everyday to the Master to save her. I keep begging until I can't physically do it anymore.

We can't stand a chance on retrieving her back, not even her body.

"Master..."

"We are doing our best, Muichiro. But for now, take care of yourself" he stated as the older Hashiras held me to prevent myself on begging again.

"But Y/n..." My voice broke as tears never stop falling from my eyes. "We need to save her now, Master. I can't lose her too"

I cried out as the two Hashira just drag me out of the Master's quarters.

"Bring her back to me!" I screamed in anger as I snatched myself away from their grips and let my body fell to the ground.

"I can't lose her" I sobbed out as they let me cry my heart out on the path of stones.

My world turn cold, I lost the right direction. No one was holding my harsh personality back anymore.

No one was comforting me anymore.

I lost my backbone, I lost my lover.

In exchange, I stop caring for others.

I was blinded by anger that I didn't know I was slowly forgetting about her.

Mizuki Y/n

The second person that I didn't manage to save from the demons that ruined my entire life.

"Y/n..." I called her name as I started to recall everything.

How can I forget? The woman I was willing to bend the rules for. Even turn my back against the world.

The woman I would lay my life for...

Turn into the being that I despise the most.

My lover...

I didn't have time to choose my next move when I heard a familiar scream.

"I will slice you to shreds, you damn demon!"

I felt my heart drop as I saw the boar man already behind her. She is not focused.

The only thing she cares about right now... Is to see if I still remember her.

But who cares if she was turned into a demon? Does that make her less loveable?

Muichiro, get your grip together.

She is a demon, who knows what happened to those six years when both of you were apart.

But...

Seeing how she quickly recognizes me, she hasn't completely lost touch with her humanity.

Of her old self...

Without thinking, I ran to her who had her arms open for me for an embrace.

I took a hold of her hands before spinning her around to avoid Inosuke's attack.

And I felt the sharp pain on my back before both of us collapsed on the ground. I heard her gasp below me as she put her hands on my chest.

"I'm sorry Chiro" she apologizes with her glossy eyes but I just shook my head with a small smile on my lips.

"i just want to go back home" she sobbed out as I felt tears formed in my eyes.

"Demon or not, you are still my lover that I would save from the world." I told her as I heard Giyu prevent Inosuke on attacking again as I nuzzle my head on her shoulder.

She was still the same person no matter what.

"Don't worry Y/n. You have me... I'll bring you back home"

~°•°~

"What's with all of you breaking the rules" Tengen-san decided to visit after hearing the news while I decided to stay quiet as I kneel in front of the porch while waiting to meet Kiriya, the new master.

I never bother to care about the other Hashiras around me, because I only need the Master's opinion on my crazy idea about letting Y/n keep living.

Yes, who would agree when the cure is impossible to obtain now that Muzan and the twelve Kizuki's are gone.

It was utterly impossible to cure her now. She would always be a demon, she can't become a human anymore.

"The Master has arrived"

We all bowed in respect to the Master younger than me.

"It's nice to see all of you gather for this" he started as I raised my head from my bow that was lower than usual.

"I've heard your plea, Muichiro. But this request needs more time" he started as I kept my mouth shut.

"Y/n was a former tsuguko of Giyu. She was taken away out of her will during her mission. In this trial, we, the senior Hashiras, hope that you would at least consider that before any grave punishment bestowed to her case" I heard Obanai's words that made my heart warmed at least before I bowed at the young man in front of me.

"I have no complaints while the trial is ongoing. But may I at least request one thing?"

I ask the leader who gave me a nod that made me continue.

"Please let me stay with her throughout the whole trial"

The garden went silent as Mitsuri let out a small huh before Obanai covered her mouth.

"If that's what you want. I'll grant you that"

And I did stay with her the whole time.

I always gazed at her sleeping figure outside her cell.

If she would suffer, I would accompany her on that. I don't want to leave her again.

I love her, its my duty to become her ally, her support on her darkest time, and her lover to make her feel she is still loved and accepted by us.

I would never make her feel abandoned again...

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny hashira #hashira x reader #kny muichiro #kny fanfic #muichiro tokito #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro x reader #love #comfort #angst #angst with a happy ending #Spotify

71 notes · View notes

acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

Text

My Little Shadow: Part Nine (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Teasing and mentions of reading smutty books!

Part eight Part ten

Tag list: @mis-lil-red @bubybubsters @luvmoo

After some time to adjust to Velaris, Y/N makes a revelation while training with Azriel...

Also, I'm sad to say my posting schedule will be slowing down a bit. Even if they're a bit shorter, I promise to keep getting this series out to you guys!

It had been two months since I had joined this lovely court, and everything had been going well. More than well, actually. Noone could get me to admit it, but I was happier than I had ever been before.

Stella and I had a small home, which when Azriel apologized about the size, and said that they’d have something more suitable for a family of two, I hadn’t cared.

I had just grinned at him and told him it was perfect.

And it was, since I had never had a place where I didn’t have to fear someone barging in on me, or locking me inside for weeks.

Not only that, but I had made friends.

Cassian’s training was absolutely insane, and when we started, I felt like my bones were going to snap into pieces, but Nesta had given me good advice, and eventually I was part of her small friend group.

I liked them, I also loved the tiny book club of which I was now part of.

I had also found myself a… an acquaintance of Amren, the female I had been so interested in before. I wouldn’t say friends, because we never talk, but neither of us mind hanging out, so that’s nice.

Azriel has been helping us train with my shadows, and I have to admit, it’s the favorite part of my day. Everyone says I can’t actually go out and start spying until Azriel deems me ready.

“You need to keep your balance.” Azriel hissed.

Oh, did I also mention he’s a complete hardass during training?

“That’s hard to do when the wind is hitting you like a ton of bricks!” I half shriek as I almost fall off the rock again.

We had been doing this for three days, and I still haven’t been able to stand with only one foot on the rock. I might have been able to if there wasn’t so much wind but…

“I thought you were supposed to be training me how to use my shadows!” I shout over the wind, right before falling face first into the ground.

Azriel chuckles, and I get to my knees to shoot him a withering glare, but I can see he’s by my pack, reading the most recent book from our little book club.

I’m blushing heavily as he raised an eyebrow at me. “This fell out of your pack when you threw it down. I thought I’d do some reading.”

I tried not to think of the many possible scenes he could be reading right now, the ones that still made me blush when I read them.

Talking to Morrigan, I had accidently let it slip that I was a virgin, and that I didn’t know about any of that stuff at all, really.

Somehow that had made it back to Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie, who then picked me out the most… detailed books in their collection.

And now Azriel was reading that book, looking up at me with a sly grin.

Azriel was fun. He teased and taunted me in ways that didn’t feel like he was picking me apart. And I liked to spar with him in this way, little snarky remarks back and forth. HAlf of the things I say would have gotten me strung up at home.

“I am teaching you to use your shadows. You’re just not understanding the assignment.” He said, flipping the page as his eyebrows shot up.

I can’t help that my face is bright red as I try to speak, my voice coming out stiff, “What do you mean I don’t understand the assignment? What do my shadows have to do with balancing on rocks?”

He sighed, tossing the book aside to my relief. “What do you use your shadows for Y/N?”

I study him, trying to figure out his game. “They help me spy sometimes, but for the most part they stay with me, hiding me when need be and otherwise they stay with me.”

To prove what I had just told him, I beckon them forth, and they appear by my side. I tried not to smile, thinking we were finally going to start some real training.

He snorted. “It’s good to at least know they’re here. Now go balance on that rock again.”

I try not to gape at him, and I was about to give him a piece of my mind, but my shadows have other ideas.

I gasp a little bit as they pull me over to the rock again, and I quickly relent, sighing as I perch atop it once again.

Looking down at my shadows, which seemed to be encouraging me, it suddenly hit me what Azriel wanted.

I’m tempted not to do it, just to spite him.

But my legs are tired, and if this means moving on in our training, then mother help me I would jump off a cliff at this point.

My shadows follow my lead, helping me balance against the wind, and suddenly it’s not a struggle at all to stay upright.

Azriel appears from around the corner, smirking. “There we go little shadow.”

I shoot him a glare, and he just laughs.

Watching him laugh, my heart flutters a bit, my cheeks turn pink and I struggle to breathe-

I almost fall off the rock as I realize what’s going on to my horror.

I was falling in love with him.

125 notes · View notes

neyslover · 1 year

Text

apologies - neymar jr

requested by @nobunagas-chatelaine

ney and y/n have been friends for so long, since before they could even remember.

their mothers were best friends, so they were naturally attached to the hip since birth.

although he’s only a few weeks older than her, he acts like an older brother.

something he does to hide his feelings for her.

they’ve been through hell and heaven together, they got out of the slumps, and become the one of the biggest stars the world has ever seen.

ney became a football star, and y/n become a famous actress.

they were the power duo.

no couple, or siblings, or friends, could compare.

they’re never seen without the other, they went to premiers, photoshoots, and matches together.

naturally, they moved in together.

y/n goes wherever he goes, unless she has to film, she’ll rent out an apartment,

they both had major crushes on each other, they were just too scared to admit it.

y/n fell first, but neymar fell harder.

one day, ney came back home from practice really mad.

“hi, princesa.” he greeted, dull and with no kiss like he usually does,

“hi, ney.” y/n smiled softly, not as enthusiastic as she normally does.

he took off his shoes and dropped his bag on the floor, “wake me up when dinner is ready. had a rough day today.”

“okay.” she mumbled.

she wasn’t used to this harsh behavior coming from him.

he never treated her this way, like she was some robot housewife at his disposal.

she decided to cook his favorite, pasta.

usually, she does the cooking, and he sets the table.

she went upstairs, going to ask him to set the table while she changes her clothes cause she smells like seasoning and cooking.

“ney, wake up.” she shook him lightly, “can you go set the table? i feel disgusting in the clothes i’m in.”

neymar stood up with a groan, “you just can’t do anything, right? it’s always me that does everything. i told you i had a rough day and you treat me like this? you boss me around while you just sit on your ass all day? fucking useless.”

she stared at him in shock, she didn’t think he’d ever speak this way to a woman, let alone her.

“you are cruel, junior. cruel.” she spat, wiping a tear that fell and running out.

she didn’t cry until she entered her car.

press was always at ney’s house, and she didn’t want to ruin his image, even after what he did.

she had nowhere to go.

she didn’t know who to call.

she eventually remembered that nadine owns an apartment in paris for when she visits.

she quickly called her.

“hello? y/n? is everything okay? it’s like 11pm in paris.”

“yea, yea everything is fine.” she lied, “ney and i got into a little fight, you know how we are, and i just need to not see his face for a bit. i was wondering if i could stay at your apartment? not for long, just a few days.”

“yes, of course you can! stay for as long as you need, i know my son can be a handful sometimes, especially with his anger issues. you have the keys, right?”

“yea, i do. thank you so much, ma.”

“anytime, meu amor. bye bye, take care.”

“you too.”

her apartment wasn’t that far, but it was a friday night so the street was packed.

she couldn’t stop crying.

she didn’t realize that the green light turned red because she was too busy wiping her eyes.

last thing she saw was a car speeding in her direction.

Back to Neymar

after y/n left last night, ney had a lot of time to reflect on what he’s done.

he didn’t even sleep well that night.

he woke up at around 5am.

he decided to make himself breakfast while watching the news.

it was a very rare occasion for ney to turn on the news but he had a gut feeling to do so.

“breaking news!” the news reporter spoke, “football star neymar jr’s rumored girlfriend, and famous actress, y/n l/n got into a car crash late last night. press just confirmed that it was her that got into the car crash, and she was seen leaving neymar’s house crying.”

that was enough for neymar, he turned off the news and ran to his car.

he knew which hospital she’d be at, since there’s only one she doesn’t refuse to go to.

he ran to the reception, asking what room she’s in.

“206. good luck getting in.” the receptionist said.

he didn’t think about what she said, he just ran to the room.

outside the room, there were two huge bodyguards.

of course.

he tried to go in but they refused.

“name?”

“neymar jr.”

one of the guards knocked on the door and walked in.

“ma’am, a neymar jr would like to see you, do i let him in?”

“yes.”

hearing her voice made his heart flutter.

he practically ran inside, “meu amor!”

he kissed her hands, “i’m so sorry, i should’ve never spoken to you that way. this is all my fault, please forgive me.”

“ney, amor, i don’t think it’s your fault. if anything, it’s mine. i know you better than to take what you say when your angry to heart.”

“no, amor, i know better than to even think of speaking to you like that.”

“it’s all good, ney.”

“life is too short to not express my feelings fully. go out on a date with me? once all of this is over.”

“of course i will!” she smiled brightly.

“thank god! you know, i always liked you. even when we were younger.” ney confessed.

“me too!” she stared at him in disbelief.

“what! so this could’ve happened way sooner?”

“i guess.” she shrugged, “and it wouldn’t have needed one of our lives to be at risk.”

“oof.” he winced.

“too soon?”

“a bit, yea.” he chuckled, “you know when you’re gonna be discharged?”

“soon, i think.” she answered, “i just have a broken wrist and a couple of bruises, nothing serious.”

“god, i’m so sorry, amor.” he kissed her head.

fast forward next day

she was finally free to go.

neymar took her home, where she got ready.

ney told her to wear something casual.

“you pick an outfit out for me!” she gave up.

he picked out sweats and an oversized shirt, to match with him.

we drove to this hill, where a lovely picnic rested on the top.

“i know you love watching the sunset, so i decided to have a picnic while watching the sunset.” he explained, helping her walk up the hill.

“that’s so sweet, ney!” she hugged him once they reached the top.

they watched the sun set as they were eating fruits.

ney insisted he feed her since she had broken her right wrist, her dominant one.

as he was feeding her the last strawberry, he tilted her head so that she looked at him.

“the sunset is so beautiful today.” she gulped, nervous.

“it always is.” he stared into her eyes lovingly.

he leant in for a kiss, something she did not expect.

she quickly kissed him back, and they only pulled apart to breathe.

“it may be too soon, but be mine?”

“of course i will! it’s always been you, ney.”

during the drive home, his hand never left her thigh.

once they got home, they decided to watch a movie on the couch.

"i love you, y’know that, right?” ney mumbled, looking into her eyes lovingly.

“i love you so much.” she sighed into his arms.

he pulled her in for a kiss, one that y/n finds herself longing for every second.

neymar pulls his phone out and snaps a quick photo of them, “i’ll post it when you’re ready to tell everyone.”

later that week

“i think you should post that photo.” she said.

“you think?”

“mhm.”

“okay.”

the second he posted it, his twitter feed and his instagram dms were filled with positive comments. some congratulating them, others wishing them luck and eternal love.

“i’m the luckiest man in the world.” he sighed, engulfing her into a hug.

#neymar #neyslover #neymar jr #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr imagines #neymar jr one shot #football one shot #football #football imagine #futbol

413 notes · View notes

made-ofmemories · 1 year

Text

Also on AO3

Click click click. It’s driving her insane, the rhythmic clicking of a Rubik's cube being turned over and over again. Robin has had to listen to it all morning. She’s standing by the cash register sorting through a pile of returns and Steve is sitting on the floor behind her, legs stretched out in front of him twisting the Rubik's cube around and around. She doesn’t think he’s even trying to solve it.

“Keith’s going to tear us both a new one if he finds you sitting on your ass, you know?” She says over her shoulder with mild disinterest. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t care about what Keith has to say, but they’re on their last strike and she really doesn’t want to go through the hassle of job hunting again.

“Keith’s not here and we haven’t had a customer in hours.” It’s barely more than a mutter followed by the thump of Steve’s head against the shelf he’s propped up against.

She sighs and turns to face him, crossing her arms as she leans back against the counter. He’s right it has been an exceptionally slow day, but there’s something else going on he’s just not telling her what. He was quiet on the way to work and he’s barely spoken a word since they got here, he just sits there frowning at that damn Rubik's cube.

“Alright.” She tries to sound stern, but it just comes out concerned, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“ Steve .” She moves to sit opposite him when he doesn’t respond, nudging his leg with her foot to get his attention. “Talk to me.”

“Eddie asked me out,” He blurts it out in such a rush she’s not sure she’s hearing correctly at first. “On a date.”

“Oh.”

She isn’t exactly surprised, Eddie has been flirting with Steve for weeks and every time Steve doesn’t shut it down he just gets bolder. Steve would have let him down gently, she’s sure of that. But Eddie is more sensitive than people realize under all that bravado and the last thing she wants is for him to get hurt, for either of them to get hurt. She should have done something about it, talked to Eddie, and stopped it before it got this far, but it never felt like her place to interfere.

“I’m sure it’ll be ok. He’ll understand, he-”

“I said yes.”

“ Oh .”

“Yeah, oh. ”

“And you want to?” She keeps her words slow and careful. “Go on this date I mean.” He nods, looks down at the Rubik's cube in his hands for a moment then back at her.

“I don’t think I’m gay, Robs.” He’s quiet when he speaks, lacking his usual confidence.

“Ok.” There’s a pause, but Robin doesn’t interrupt, just waits patiently until he’s ready to continue.

“I still like girls, it’s just…” He frowns, runs a hand through his hair, and lets out a frustrated groan as if he can’t quite find the words, “I think I like boys too. When I’m with Eddie I feel the same way I feel when I have a crush on a girl, and I don’t think Eddie is the first. I think I’ve felt it before with others, other men I mean, but I’ve always been too scared to admit it.”

“So you like both?” She asks, hoping she’s been following along correctly. He nods again.

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“Oh absolutely.” She shuffles across the distance between them so they’re side by side and takes one of his hands into hers, their fingers intertwined. “I’ve always thought you were a weirdo, dingus. But not because of that.” It earns her a smile and he lets his head drop onto her shoulder.

“I really like him.” He sounds all dreamy and lovestruck and she has to bite her tongue to resist the urge to tease him for it, he just makes it too easy sometimes.

“I’m glad you told me.”

“I wanted to tell you earlier,” He admits, “But I didn’t know how, I was still figuring it all out myself I think.”

“Does that mean you’re going to put that damn Rubik's cube down now.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “No more Rubik's cube.”

Steve doesn’t say anything else and she doesn’t want to push more than she already has so she holds onto his hand a little tighter and embraces the companionable silence they’ve fallen into. The sound of the door opening comes a few minutes later and she shrugs the shoulder Steve is leaning on, not entirely sure if he’s even still awake. She doubts he got much sleep last night.

“Your turn,” She tells him and he gets up without argument.

“Hi! Welcome to-” He starts in his usual overly peppy customer service tone before he cuts himself off, “Oh- Hi Keith!”

“Oh shit,” Robin mutters under her breath, scrambling to her feet as quickly as possible. She grabs a tape on her way up so it at least looks like she was down there searching for something and gives Keith the brightest smile she can muster.

“We are so screwed,” Steve whispers through gritted teeth as they watch Keith making his way toward them.

“I heard the coffee shop across the street was hiring?” She offers in a similarly hushed tone. She’s only partially joking.

#stobin fic #stobin #platonic stobin #steddie #stranger things #because I had to write the classic Steve coming out to robin fic obviously #I really like this one!!

285 notes · View notes

killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

Text

Ms. Udaku // Shuri

Summary/Request: Can you do professor shuri / student reader.

Pairing: Professor!Shuri x Student!Fem!Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.1k

The blaring alarm was enough to make you jump out of bed and onto the floor. Today was the day. A handful of students were handpicked to participate in a special technology program. You had been looking forward to this since you were amongst those chosen last week. Being smart has its perks. You don't have to listen to Mrs. Johnson go on and on about atoms and ions. Plus Ms. Udaku was doing the lecture. If you had to pick a professor to pin after, it was her. She wasn't even that much older than you. You would pass by her office just to speak to her on your days off. Usually she would wave off students for bothering her but not you. She tolerated your antics. Sometimes it made you wonder if she felt what you did. But that wasn't important right now. It was a big day so you already had your outfit picked out and knew how you were going to style your hair. A girl gotta prepare. Your phone started to buzz and you saw your best friend's name flash across the screen. "You almost ready Kiya?"

"Hey Y/N, I'm doing my hair but I'll be ready in like 10 minutes." She said and you bounced on your feet.

"Making sure you look good for a certain genius? We all knew she was going to be picked." You joked and she scoffed. "Bitch ain't nobody worried about looking good for Riri. I look good for me, myself, and I." She retorted and you smiled into the mirror. "I never said who said genius was. Bitch just admit you like her and move the fuck on. Yall already be eye fucking the hell out each other during microchem." You told her before letting out a laugh at her silence. "Yeah. Didn't know I peeped that shit huh?"

"Fuck you. I'm heading over to your room." She said before hanging up as you did your mascara. You two agreed to walk in together since this was huge for the both of you. Will look real nice on a resume. A soft knock hit your door and you walked over to let her in. Her hair was in a high ponytail with her makeup done and you shook your head before letting her in. "Okay. Who you looking cute for? Ms. Udaku?" She asked as she looked you up and down. You shrugged your shoulders as you grabbed your bag and book off your chair. "Me, myself and I." You repeated her earlier words as the two of you left the dorm room, headed to your destination. The classroom was divine. And you wouldn't say that about any of the rooms in this bitch. You caught sight of Riri sitting in the second row and a small smirk played on your lips. "Come on, I know where we can sit." You pulled her behind you to the front row a couple of seats down from the girl. Kiya immediately took notice and punched your shoulder.

"You bitch." You gave her a smile as you took your seat. Mrs. Johnson walked in with a smile before greeted the room as all eyes were on her. "Good morning. I'm glad all of you could make it today. Now I'm not teaching this program since this isn't my regular class time. Your professor for the course is Ms. Udaku. She is taking her time from her own classes to teach you all so show her the utmost respect." She told us as another woman walked into the room. You couldn't tear your gaze from her as she waved with a wide smile. It was until her brown eyes set on you that you lowered your own to the notebook on the table. You felt Kiya pinch your thigh and you refused to look over at her knowing smirk.

"It's a pleasure to be here. I wouldn't have known that so many people would be interested in this kind of stuff. But luckily you have me here to teach you."

"Will we learn about some of your experiments Ms. Udaku? They are popular amongst the student body at multiple universities." A voice asked from the back of the room.

"Please Shuri is just fine. I'm only 24 years old. Making me 2 or 3 years older than most of you here." She laughed and your heart skipped a beat. Fuck. She started her lecture and you felt Kiya nudge your arm shortly after. You looked over at her this time and she held a grin. "I saw that. Does my little Y/N have the hots for Ms. Udaku?" You rolled your eyes as you knew she didn't plan on letting this go. "No you didn't. Now shush. We're in the front."

"You picked these seats. Remember?" She smirked and you began to regret your plan. Last time I try to play matchmaker. "Shut up." You whispered before Shuri turned to face the two of you. Oh shit. "Would one of you like to tell me if this sequence will be a success or not?" She asked and you looked over at the sequence written out. You bit your lip, not wanting to look like a fool in front of her. "It'll fail." Kiya spoke before you could say anything and Shuri turned to you. "Your friend seems so confident in her answer. Why don't you elaborate why?"

"Well there's some components missing. Without them it won't turn out the way you expect it too. It'll turn into a completely different sequence, which could cause a big problem. So, she's right, it'll fail." You said softly and the room went silent. Were you wrong? Did you just embarrass yourself in front of the smartest woman in this room."What's your name?"

"Y/N." You began to fidget under her gaze and she gave you a soft smirk. "Good job Ms. Y/N." Fuck me. She held your gaze before turning back to the board. You let out the breath that you were holding as Kiya nudges you playfully. You felt another tap and looked back to see Riri with a smile.

"Pretty good for a mechanic and a bookworm." She said before looking over at Kiya, who seemed as if she was about to combust. Riri took notice as she sat back in her seat and I couldn't stop the grin on my lips.

"Okay Ms. Bookworm." You mumbled and she put her face in her hands. You stayed attentive during the rest of the lecture just staring. The way she talked so passionately about her work. The way her curls bounced in her face. You swore she caught your gaze a couple of times but you didn't even try to turn away. When the lecture was over she thanked everyone for attending.

"This has been quite the experience. I do plan to come back for another class so be on the lookout for that announcement. Anyway, I have some things to attend to back in my office. Off you go." The students started piling out but you took your time to put your books in your bag. You noticed Riri walking up to Kiya and decided against eavesdropping on your best friend. She'll tell you right after anyway. You felt a presence next to you and looked up to see Shuri.

"Ms. Udaku."

"Please. Call me Shuri. I wanted to tell you personally that you have a sharp eye. Didn't expect you to answer correctly after being put on the spot." She told you and you tried to hide your smile.

"Thank you Shuri. Although you did have me thinking I was wrong." You replied and she gave a small laugh.

"I was ready to tell you that you were. Since the two of you were talking during my lecture. But I'll admit you surprised me. See me after your classes, okay." She walked past you leaving you stuck in shock as you wondered why she needed to speak with you further. Kiya planted herself next to you before turning to watch Riri walk out the room. When the coast was clear she buried her head in your shoulder with a slight squeal.

"She asked me out. She knew I liked her. She KNEW I liked HER!" She said and you turned to her.

"Ms. Uda- Shuri wants to talk to me in her office." You started and Kiya froze before grabbing your shoulders tight.

"Okay Y/N. You are going to walk in there and butter her up. She wants you." She said and you scoffed. "She's our professor."

"She's teaching outside of her own class. So she's not OUR professor, Mrs. Johnson is. Besides, she's only 2 years older than you. I see nothing wrong." She shrugged as the two of you walked out of the room. "So while I'm getting head from Riri you better be in there face down ass up. And I want to hear all about it later tonight."

"Bitch what?" You laughed as she held onto your arm to steady herself, lost in her own laughter. We had finally calmed down when you looked at the time. "Well let me go on and see what she wants. I'll see you tonight."

"I'll bring the snacks. Bye girl." We went our separate ways and you suddenly felt your heart flutter. Secondly your hands started to sweat as you neared the office door. You stood frozen in front of the door and began to panic. What if you go in there and make a total fool out of yourself? What if you caught the wrong signals? Maybe you should just book it back to your dorm room and forget about the whole thing. But then you'll have another class with her. She'll most likely confront you or-

The door was pulled open mid mental crisis revealing Shuri. "You're not that quiet you know. Come in." You stopped into her office and bit the inside of your cheek as the door closed shut. "You can relax, Y/N. I don't bite." Oh but fuck do I want you too. You gave a small nod as you took a seat across from her desk. She leaned against the side and you took the chance to ask the golden question.

"Um, so what did you want to talk to me about?" You asked as she flipped through some pages in a file.

"You are one of the smartest people on this campus. Aside from Riri Williams. Your project on the machine used to detect usual metals under the water is astonishing. It even works above water. Where did you even get the parts for this?"

"A nearby junkyard. Riri told me about the place. Surprisingly most of the stuff worked just fine. Just a small tune up here and there. She nodded her head before placing the file on the table.

"I also want to speak about your staring problem." She said nonchalantly and you jerked your head up to see her already looking at you. "My staring problem?"

"Yes. During the lecture you always found yourself staring at me. Did I have something on my face? Or maybe you were spacing out? Either way I won't tolerate it during my class." With each word she got closer to you until her hands resting on the arms rests, trapping you between her and the chair. "I don't know what you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N. I have one of the smartest brains in the world. If you don't want this, just say the word and we'll never speak of it again." She was close enough for you to feel her breath on your skin. Fuck it. You leaned up to close the gap between you and she smiled into the kiss as she nestled her knee between your legs. You swallowed a moan as she applied pressure to your clothed pussy. Her tongue slipped along your own when she pushed her way past your lips. Her hand slid under your skirt and grabbed hold of your panties. You spread out slightly as she dragged them down your legs. Your heated meeting with the professor was cut short when a knock sounded from the other side of the door.

"Ms. Udaku, I have some questions about the assignment due next week." She pulled away from you to allow you to pull yourself together. Slipping your panties in her pocket she opened the door to greet the student with a smile.

"Of course. Ms. Y/N I'll see you next session alright." She turned to wink at you out of the student's sight and you nodded. You gathered your things before walking out of the office. You put a hand to your chest to calm down as you made your way back to your room. Not without stopping by the bathroom to wipe your thighs of the mess she made.

#poc reader #princess shuri #shuri black panther #queen shuri #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri fluff #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #shuri x you

183 notes · View notes

questionableratatouille00 · 7 months

Text

Basements and other HYDRA Bullshit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: All was going well until your Boyfriend’s past comes back to haunt him.

Note: Day five of @ailesswhumptober2023! (Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at gunpoint.)

Warnings: Cursing, guns, knives, violence, blood, injuries, Winter Soldier topics. (Torture, murder, etc.)

—————————————————————————

The room felt like it was spinning as you felt warm blood drip down the side of your face. The knife slash to your temple had seemed more of a minor inconvenience at the time, but you now wished you’d stopped to at least quickly bandage it.

“So, you think you can take away the words and you’ll be free? Hm?” The accent of the man speaking was strong, and you knew he was addressing Bucky rather than you.

“The Winter Soldier is gone.” You hissed, not even sparing a glance at Bucky. You couldn’t handle it and you knew it, too.

“The words were only one way to activate HYDRA’s greatest weapon. We have others.” The man grinned devilishly, and it made your stomach flip.

“You’re gonna leave him alone.” Growling as you said this, you tried to force yourself forward. The chains around your wrists bound you to the walls of the dark, cold, and unwelcoming cell you were in.

“You are not in control here!” He rushed out the words as he barked them. He completed his sentence by raising his hand, ready to backhand you across the face. “I am!” He sounded erratic, and absolutely deranged.

“Don’t touch her.” Bucky’s voice was low, and dark.

“Or what?” The man spat, grinning. “What are you going to do about it?” He pulled a small red book from his pocket.

You couldn’t really recognize what the book was, but you knew it was significant. It matched the description of a book Bucky had told you about, the one that haunted him in his dreams and in his flashbacks.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Bucky glared at the man defiantly, and you attempted to copy his expression.

“You can try. But you are a dog, and this is your leash!” He waved the book in front of Bucky’s face, taunting him.

“Who the hell are you?” You asked finally.

“You should ask your companion this. Tell me, Soldat, do you remember her? Do you remember my daughter?” He barked.

You could feel your own heart sink, and with one glance at Bucky, you knew he was feeling the same thing. “Buck, who is this?”

“Victor Rostov.” He stated. “His daughter’s name is—“

“Was. Her name was Alina! She was eight. Eight years old, and you shot her in the head! You’re nothing but a monster! A monster!” Rostov howled as he raged.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You shouted at him. You didn’t want Bucky to have to hear any of this.

“She died at his hands!”

“HYDRA called for no survivors, right? They wouldn’t target a child.” You tried to reason. You didn’t want to think about how they totally would target a child.

“She’d be twenty eight! My daughter, my little girl, will never be able to live. And he can’t even fucking remember her?” Rostov’s voice was filled with pain, and you could tell that she meant a lot to him.

“I remember all of them.” Bucky admitted grimly.

“You deserve to die, monster. And so you shall.” He clicked a gun in his pocket, raising it to Bucky’s forehead.

“Hey! Hey, let’s talk about this.” You gasped, ready to beg. Rostov could hurt you all he wanted, but not Bucky. He couldn’t take Bucky from you.

You panted as blood dripped from your temple onto the ground, making a tiny little puddle. It made you feel sick, just seeing it.

“Why shouldn’t I—“ A loud gunshot rang out through the cell, or really the small basement you were being kept in. You shrieked, tears immediately rushing to your eyes as you screamed.

“Bucky! Bucky! Bucky, no! No!” You sobbed, as Rostov fell to the floor.

“It’s us! It’s us!” A few familiar voices shouted. Natasha, Steve, and Tony.

“It’s not me! It’s not me!” Bucky reassured you at the same time as you wailed.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You sobbed. “I thought you got shot. I thought you got shot.” You couldn’t seem to get enough air into your lungs, making your words, which were already mostly sobs, seem a bit breathy.

Steve and Natasha immediately rushed to the to of you, unchaining you from the walls. Tony stayed back in case anybody else was around.

“Not shot there.” Bucky tried to make you feel better, but the truth was that Rostov had shot him in the thigh before he’d died. The two of you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

—————————

“What he said..about the monster thing. It’s not true.” You said as you got to work on patching up Bucky’s thigh.

“Not so sure about that, dollface.”

“It’s not.” You glanced up at him, before looking back down at his thigh. “Promise.”

“If you say so.” He sighed, accepting defeat here. You nodded once, getting ready to bandage the wound.

“I do say so.” After a long pause, you continued. “You gonna be okay?”

“I’ve been through worse. I’ll live.”

“I didn’t ask if you’ll live. I asked if you’ll be okay.”

“I will be okay.” He laughed every so lightly, and you smiled.

He would be okay. And so would you.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #Bucky Whump #bucky x reader angst

89 notes · View notes

petitelepus · 7 months

Text

FOX'S WEDDING, PART 19

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: It's your big day, the wedding day. Kyojuro and you finally become husband and wife and you celebrate your new status as a married couple in your own hotel room.

Warnings: SMUT HALFWAY DOWN

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU, Kitsune Shinjuro, Kitsune Ruka, Slime Mitsuri, Papillion Shinobu, Alraune Kanae, Lizardman Obanai

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

It was finally here. The day of your wedding.

When you woke up you were feeling nervous, but also happy and excited. By the same time the next morning, you would be Miss Rengoku and married to the man or rather a fox of your dreams.

One tradition you and Kyojuro wanted to cling to was that you wouldn't see each other for a couple of days until your wedding. While Kyojuro stayed back at your shared home, you had gone to stay in the same hotel as your fiance's parents stayed during their stay. That way you could get ready in peace and didn't need to worry too much.

You ate a small breakfast at the hotel's morning buffet, not wanting to gorge yourself sick right at the start of the biggest and most important day in your whole life. After taking a bath, a hairdresser and makeup artist came and started to prepare you for your upcoming ceremony. While the hairdresser was blowdrying your hair, you almost missed how someone knocked on your door.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked!" You called and the door opened and your mother-in-law and own mother stepped into the room. You gasped when you saw your mother in a modest black yet pretty kimono. You asked the hairdresser to turn the hairdryer off for a second so you could speak with the two mothers.

"Mom!" You exclaimed and the said woman smiled as she looked down at the dark dress she was wearing, "How do I look?"

"You look great Mom!"

"See?" Ruka smiled at your mother, "I told you how you are beautiful."

"Thank you," Your mother nodded and you looked at her up and down, "How does it feel, wearing a kimono?"

"A little tight, but I suppose it should be that way?" She asked and Ruka, your fiance's mother nodded, "But not too tight, I hope?"

"Oh no, nothing I can't handle!" Your mother lifted her head proudly and you chuckled lightly. Ruka, chuckled a little also and turned her attention to you, "How are you feeling, my dear daughter-in-law? Nervous?"

"Very," You admitted with a small laugh, "I mean… Soon I'll be married to your son?"

"A fact that brings me great honor and even greater happiness." Ruka nodded and you blinked, "Wait, really?"

"Yes," She smiled, "You accepted my sons, taught them a lot, and made them both so happy, but especially my eldest. A mother's greatest joy is to see her children happy."

"It's true." Your mother turned to look at you, "My little girl, I haven't seen you this happy in years."

"Ah, I guess that is true?" You wondered, but who you were kidding? Your life before Kyojuro was just waiting for days, months, and even years to just pass you by. You were never really living to your fullest or enjoying life…

But that was before the Rengoku brothers came into your life and changed it. It was really true, Kyojuro had brought you so much joy and now you were doing to marry that source of joy.

"Uh, pardon…?"

You and the older women turned to look and the hairdresser and makeup artist looked at you, "Pardon us, but we must hurry now if you want to make it to the wedding venue?"

"Ah, yes!" You nodded as you sat back down and let the professionals use their magic and skills on you. While you were being prepared, your mother and Ruka sat aside to chat a little.

You tried to listen from afar what they were talking about, but the women tending your hair and face kept telling you how beautiful they were going to make you so you didn't really hear what your mother and mother-in-law talked about.

Soon, once you were done came the time for you to put on the beautiful white kimono set. Despite loving the traditional Japanese style, you had no real idea how to wear one so you happily let the professionals dress you.

"Wow…!"

"Oh my," You heard the women in the room gasp and you turned to look at your mother and Kyojuro's mother, "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," They both said as they motioned you to turn around and you did so and saw yourself in the mirror.

"Wow…!" You were stunned at the sight of you in the traditional white kimono. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful yet gracious. "Is that really me…?"

"You're beautiful," Ruka said and your mother smiled as she carefully wiped her eyes, "I might cry."

"Mom, if you cry then I will also!" You laughed a little and everyone smiled, knowing that the time to leave was there.

"It's time to go." Your mother said and you nodded as you turned to leave, but Ruka stopped you, "Please hold on."

You looked at the fox woman and she took out the white cowl called wataboshi and gently placed it over your head, "Now you're ready."

"Thank you," You nodded and the three of you left the hotel. You couldn't help but wonder where you were heading since the wedding venue had been a secret for you. You knew that the ceremony would be held with only you and Kyojuro and your closest family members, but the wedding party was open to your friends also.

"Do you know where the wedding is held?" You asked curiously and the two mothers smiled, "You will know soon."

You quirked a brow but didn't ask. The drive wasn't too bad, but you had no idea where you really were when the car finally stopped. The driver came to open the door for you and you stepped outside-!

"Holy-!" You gasped as you saw the red gate called Torii from the Japanese religion standing there, in the middle of the gorgeous park, surrounded by trees with yellow, orange, and red leaves. The whole place was honestly so beautiful.

"How…?"

"A wedding gift from me." Came a familiar voice and you turned around to see Mister Smith himself looking at you.

"Mister Smith!" You gasped and the man lowered his sunglasses enough to wink at you, "My, you look gorgeous, soon-to-be Miss Rengoku."

"How did you do this?" You were absolutely stunned and the man laughed as he pulled his glasses over his eyes again, "I pulled some strings I had to make this happen. Anything for our bond between Japan's extraspecies and Demihumans. Speaking of…"

"My beloved?"

You yelped as you turned around and saw Kyojuro standing there, in a traditional black kimono, looking at you with those gorgeous eyes of his wide open. You stared him right back with your own eyes, and by God, he was handsome. The two of you were so mesmerized by each other that you didn't notice your parents and brothers reunite.

"You look gorgeous." Kyojuro said with a smile and you nodded shyly, "And you look so handsome."

Honestly, you could have stared at each other for hours, if it wasn't for Mister Smith clearing his throat.

"Great, now, there is a photographer there ready to take portraits of you all before the ceremony starts!"

"Ah, yes!" You nodded and you and Kyojuro walked to each other. The urge to kiss your fiance was so strong, but you fought against the urge as hard as you could. Soon enough you would kiss each other last time as a couple and the first time as an actual married couple.

"Congratulations on your wedding. I knew you were meant for each other." The human agent smiled and you and your fiance smiled at him.

"Thank you, Mister Smith." Both you and Kyojuro thanked the man from the bottom of your hearts, "We wouldn't have met if it wasn't for you."

"Nah, it was all fate, you two." The man grinned as he fixed his sunglasses, "I just helped it a little, that's all."

Ah, such a modest and humble man. You and Kyojuro smiled as you went to get your pictures taken by the beautiful fall surroundings. You never liked having your pictures taken, but when the photographer showed you some of his pictures, you were taken aback by how good you looked standing next to this gorgeous Kitsune.

But the prettiest pictures were the ones where you looked at each other adoringly with such love in your eyes. You both had your pictures taken with your families before the ceremony time was closing in.

"Our ceremony starts soon," Kyojuro said and you nodded humbly, "It really does."

"Are you ready to become Miss Rengoku?" He asked with such an honest smile and you confessed happily, "I've never been this ready before in my life."

"Then, shall we go and get married?" The Kitsune asked, his smile growing huge and you returned his smile with one of your own as you offered your hand to him, "Take me there?"

Your fiance smiled wider as he gently took your hand and walked with you to the small temple reserved for your Japanese Shinto ceremony.

Your parents and brothers were already there, and you, Kyojuro, and your families were led to the temple by the Shinto priest and two shrine maidens that Mister Smith had asked to perform your ceremony, requested by your fiance's parents.

As you entered the small temple, your families split, your parents and brothers sitting on one side of the room and Kyojuro's parents and brother sitting on the other side.

You all started with the Purification Rite aka Shubatsu. Every attendance stood and bowed to be symbolically purified before they took seats… Except for you and Kyojuro.

The two of you stood in front of the shrine's altar as the priest announced the marriage of you and your fiance, and the guests got up and bowed again, just like Ruka had taught your family to do.

Just like your family, you tried your hardest to follow the traditions. You did as you had seen people do in the traditional Japanese wedding videos that Kyojuro had shown to you, following every step carefully and precisely.

It was time to do San-san-kudo where you and your fiance were offered small cups of sake. You raised the cup to your lips thrice but didn't drink the sake until the third time. You didn't like strong drinks so you tried your hardest not to grimace at the taste of pure strong sake.

The priest said something in Japanese that you didn't quite understand, but thanks to your practice, you knew what was going to happen. Kyojuro cleared his throat as he reached for his dark kimono's sleeve and pulled out his wedding vow. For some reason that you couldn't quite understand only he was required to write one.

"My beloved bride, I am so thankful that we met," He started calmly, "You accepted me and my brother without any distrust, you taught us so much and you loved us so much. Words can't begin to describe how much I love you, and how I adore you for being yourself."

You smiled silently and Kyojuro returned your smile, "You're my sun, my Goddess, and my beloved. Life without you would be like life without colors, boring and lifeless. With you in my life, all the colors are bright and cheerful and full of life."

Oh no, you felt your eyes sting and burn as tears rose to your eyes. Carefully, you wiped your eyes so you wouldn't ruin your makeup. You knew Kyojuro could be romantic but when did he become so poetic also?

"As we got to know each other, I knew we were meant for one another and here we are now, promising each other to one another for the rest of our lives… And I couldn't be happier."

He put the paper down and gently grasped your hands in his as he smiled, "So please accept my confession and take me as yours?"

Okay, maybe you shed one tear, but you quickly wiped off any evidence as you smiled and nodded, "That would be my honor."

After the vow, you moved on to presenting the Sakaki Branch, which was a ritual representing the safe end of the ceremony. You and Kyojuro got sakaki branches from the shrine maidens and you placed them on the altar before bowing twice and clapping twice.

Finally, it was time to exchange the rings you and Kyojuro had gotten for each other. The Kitsune was all smiles as he gently took your left hand and put the beautiful ring on your ring finger. You returned the gesture, taking his hand and putting the ring on his hand and finally, you were married.

It was time for your families to toast and the shrine maidens split, one serving sake for your side of the family while the other one served sake for Shinjuro and Ruka since Senjuro couldn't drink. Once everyone had their cups of sake, they took a sip and the ceremony was over.

"So?" Kyojuro smiled at you, "Are you ready to celebrate our marriage, my beloved wife?"

"Say that again," You grinned and his smile just grew, "My beloved wife."

"My loving husband," You said right back to him and Kyojuro looked like he could burst with joy. The two of you turned and left the shrine, your families following you to the cars that would take you to the location of your wedding party.

While you were on your way, you removed your cowl and let your husband see you without it. The fox's smile never wavered as he looked at you, his darling wife.

"You're beautiful," He said, and you smiled, "And you are handsome."

"May I kiss you?"

"Wait, you want our first kiss as a married couple to happen in the car?"

"True!" He nodded, "I want everyone to see how much I love you!"

"Aww…!"

He was such a cutie. Once you made it to the party place, a lovely lounge, your family and the rest of your guests aka friends were already there. The moment you stepped outside of the car your friends cheered and thanks to them you felt like you were a celebrity walking on the red carpet.

"Congratulations!" People cheered together and you and Kyojuro were all smiles as you looped your arm around his and you entered the lounge reserved only for your wedding party. Time seemed to fly by when you were by your husband's side. You had dinner and you noticed that everything you ate seemed to taste better when you heard Kyojuro shout TASTY after each bite of his roasted sweet potatoes.

There was an open bar, but you stayed away from that after remembering the small hangover you had after the night last week when you had been talking and drinking with your father-in-law. You took notice that the bar was barely used and that even Shinjuro was staying away from it.

Even if you didn't remember exactly what you were talking about, you liked to believe that the two of you had bonded that night when you talked.

After the dinner, you, your fiance, and the guests were ready to party!

You and Kyojuro started the party with your very first dance together as a married couple and the two of you couldn't take your eyes off each other as the gentle music played in the background. At the end of the song, the two of you shared your first kiss with each other as a married couple and people cheered for the two of you.

The party started and people were talking and getting to know each other and you couldn't be any happier.

"My, what a cute first kiss!" Came a familiar voice and you turned to see your best friends from the botanical garden.

"Kanae, and Shinobu!" You smiled as you made your way to greet your dear friends. The sisters smiled at you and bowed in respect.

"Congratulations our dear friend!" Kanae smiled and Shinobu nodded, "You're married now. How do you feel?"

"Honestly, like there are butterflies in my stomach," You laughed as you glanced at the Shinobu's beautiful butterfly wings. Your answer made the sisters chuckle.

"We are happy that you invited us to your wedding, even if you didn't need bridesmaids after all." Shinobu said and Kanae continued, "You look so good in that kimono. Pure as fresh snow."

"He he, thank you!" You were very happy to hear that from them, but then the look in the sisters' eyes changed and they leaned closer to whisper so no one else could hear you guys, "So, wedding night, right?"

"Any big plans?"

"Other than bananas?"

Oh my God, you were both horrified and so thankful that they had the modesty to lean close to say that so others wouldn't hear. You blushed as you covered your face, "Why did I ever tell you about that night?"

"Because we are best friends." The sisters smiled as they giggled, "But honestly, we are rooting for you."

"Me too!" Came a cheerful voice and you turned to see Mitsuri herself, the lovely and kind pink slime running at you.

"Mitsuri!" You smiled as the slime hugged you, oh God she was so soft, and you returned her hug. "You came!"

"Of course!" She smiled excitedly as she pulled away, "Thank you for the invite, it made me so happy!"

"I'm happy you came!" You nodded and someone cleared their throat. You turned to look and saw the white-scaled lizardman from the Zoo standing there behind the pink slime. That's when you remembered that Mitsuri and he were dating.

"Hi there," You greeted him, "It was Obanai, right?"

"I see Mitsuri has told you about us…" The lizardman mumbled as he glanced at his girlfriend, who was all smiles as she looked at her beloved. Her loving gaze reminded you so much of Kyojuro. You wondered if you looked as adorable as she did when you looked at your husband.

"Congratulations." Obanai nodded quietly as he turned to leave the conversation and Mitsuri followed after him, waving at you, "Congrats one more time!"

"Thank you, both of you!" You called after her and her quiet boyfriend before turning to talk with the Alraune and Papillion, who were both smiling.

"Young love," Kanae chuckled and Shinobu nodded, "So pure."

"It is," You nodded before you noticed movement from the corner of your eye and turned to see the husband of yours making his way to you.

"My beloved wife!" Kyojuro smiled as he stopped by your side and looked at the demihuman sisters, "You came! Marvelous!"

"We wouldn't have missed your wedding day no matter what," Shinobu said and her words made you and your beloved happy. You both thanked her and you turned to look at your dear husband, "How is everything?"

"Amazing, but I think it's time for us to cut the cake!"

"Already?" You raised your brow in a questioning manner, but Kyojuro's smile just widened.

"You see…" He leaned close to whisper to your ear, "I can't wait to make love to my beloved wife any longer than I have to."

You were so shocked by what you heard that it took a second or two for you to actually understand what he had just said, but you blushed furiously once you realized what he had said to you.

"My, cake time?" Kanae smiled and her sister nodded, "We are looking forward to it."

"Not as much as I am!" Kyojuro laughed as he wrapped his arm over your shoulders and started to walk with you to the center of the room where the three-layered cake was brought. It was an impressive cake with dark red candy flowers all around it and it was your favorite, chocolate flavored.

People were taking pictures as you and Kyojuro took the knife and together cut the very first piece out of the cake. You didn't smash the cake on each other's faces like some people did during their weddings, no, you kindly opened your mouths and carefully fed each other the cake.

It was absolutely delicious but you couldn't truly enjoy the cake's rich chocolaty flavor. Not when your mind was full of images of Kyojuro and you sharing the bed and doing things you hadn't done ever before…!

After the cake, everything was a blur to you. You talked with your family, got congratulated by your brothers and even Ruka told you how well you had followed the traditions. You understood everything told to you and everything you said back, but the time flew by quickly and before you noticed, you were in the car on your way to your honeymoon suite.

"My beloved wife, how are you feeling?" Kyojuro asked and you flinched, finally snapping out of your mind. You looked at him and smiled, "I'm… I'm not going to lie, but I feel nervous."

"I see," He nodded, "About what I said earlier?"

"Yes," You admitted and your husband smiled as he gently leaned down and kissed your temple, "Please do not fear my beloved, because I will not do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"I know and I trust you, you silly fox." You smiled as you took his hand and kissed the back of it, "I trust you and love you so much you don't even know."

"Enough to marry me," He grinned and you giggled, "Yes, and enough to show you just how much I love you."

Kyojuro's fox ears twitched, a sign he was feeling happy and he asked, "May I kiss you?"

"You don't need to even ask." You replied happily as the two of you leaned forward so your lips met in a simple but still loving kiss. You would have probably kissed more than that, but you were finally at the hotel where your suite was waiting for you… And what a gorgeous room it was.

The bed was huge, easily one of the biggest you've ever seen, and absolutely covered with rose petals. The windows were hidden behind dark red curtains and the bathroom had an enormous tub there, alongside so many different soaps and scents and such.

"Wow, this is easily one of the best hotel rooms I've been in." You were awed as you looked around and Kyojuro chuckled, "Only the best for the stunning wife!"

"Or perfect husband," You grinned as you made your way to your beloved and gently pressed the palms of your hands against his clothed chest, "Shall we get rid of these clothes?"

"Yes, my beloved!" Kyojuro helped you to undo many layers of the white kimono you were wearing and then you moved to remove his dark clothes. Finally, the two of you stood there in front of each other, only in your underwear.

God, Kyojuro looked gorgeous, his body was like a work of art. This was barely fair how good he looked when compared to you. You were fine with your body, but what about Kyojuro? Would he like-!

"You're gorgeous," He chased away all your fears and you smiled as you sat on the edge of the bed and patted the empty spot next to you, "Come and kiss me?"

Kyojuro absolutely bounced on the bed, making you nearly bounce off if he hadn't caught you. He moved you with such ease, twirling you around and over until you were finally lying beneath his body as he held himself over yours. His hair was so long, it hung like a curtain around you.

"May I-?"

"Yes," You said as you grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss you. There was nothing innocent in that kiss of yours, as soon as your lips touched you were both goners. Your tongues pressed against each other, dancing passionately together and your hands started to wander.

His chest was rock hard under your soft fingers and you silently thanked him for all the workouts he did daily. Kyojuro was still using his arms to hold himself up, but you grabbed one and greedily put his hand over your breast. The man groaned against your mouth and you moaned as you felt him squeeze your breast over your bra.

That thing had to go.

You pulled apart from the kiss and carefully used your hands on Kyojuro's chest to push him up until he was sitting. The Kitsune was confused and about to ask if he did something wrong, but you quickly undid your bra with your clever fingers and threw it aside, uncovering your breasts.

"Touch me…" You moaned and Kyojuro did as you told him to, quickly leaning back over you to kiss you and fondle your breasts. God, you were so soft, the Kitsune could feel all his blood heading down between his legs as his manhood got harder the more he touched you.

Kyojuro wasn't the only one getting turned on. Your body felt hot and you could feel your sex getting slick with your arousal. You rubbed your thighs together in a sad attempt to relieve the aching in your wet core, but you only made things worse for yourself.

Suddenly, your husband pulled away from the kiss and moved down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You sighed softly as you felt him suck on your nipple, making it harden in his mouth, and once hard, he bit you gently.

"Ah, Kyojuro…!" You gasped and your hands went to tangle into his hair, but then you noticed his fox's ears and you got curious. What would happen if you touched them?

Carefully, you grabbed his ear with one hand and the reaction was instant. Kyojuro groaned against your breast and his hips bucked, rubbing his hard-on on the soft bedding. You blinked before you turned mischievous and you started to rub the base of his ear before gently pinching the tip and the voices your husband made were just so sinful.

"Careful there…!" Kyojuro groaned as he pulled off from your breast, "My ears are sensitive…!"

"I can see that," You chuckled as you gently rubbed them and your husband actually growled as he sneaked his hand down until his fingers touched the wet spot on your panties and pressed against it.

You yelped as your hips bucked this time, pressing forward, eager to feel more of your lover's touch. Kyojruo could feel against his fingers how wet you were and he was honestly so happy that you were also feeling good and not just him.

"May I take them off?" He asked and you blinked, "Whose?"

"Both."

"Ah," You nodded, "Yes."

With your blessing, Kyojuro kicked off his boxers and pulled down your panties. As soon as the little pieces of clothing were gone, his fingers immediately went back between your legs and your hips bucked and you yelped as you felt him circle your wet sex with one finger before pressing it inside.

"Ngh!" You winched and your husband stilled immediately, "Did I hurt you?"

"No…" You lied a little before shaking your head slowly as you panted, "Feel different when it's someone else…!"

"I'm going to slow down," Kyojuro said and you nodded but as soon as he even moved his finger, your hands snapped to cover your mouth, and stop the embarrassing noises from surfacing.

"Please, my beloved, don't hide those pretty sounds you are making."

"They're embarrassing…" You whined and he smiled, "Not to me. I love hearing how I'm making you feel good so please don't hide?"

"Ah…" You moved your hands from your mouth and as soon as you did that Kyojuro pulled his finger nearly all the way out before gently thrusting it back inside.

You were whimpering and panting as you felt his finger rub your insides. Just then, you felt him insert another finger, gently stretching you open as he thrust them in and out and then scissoring them.

By the time he inserted his third finger, you were a needy wreck, wanting and needing him to fuck you. How could he be so patient? This man was a saint.

"Enough!" You cried out, "Please Kyojuro, I need you…"

"Are you certain?" He asked and you nodded furiously, "Yes, please please please, don't make me beg…!"

Kyojuro was pretty sure you were already begging but he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked his fingers clean, much to your embarrassment.

"TASTY!"

"Kyojuro…!" You whined and the man chuckled as he reached for his cock, but then he remembered that he needed a condom.

"Condom-!" He said and you blinked, stunned. You expected that he would want to do you without one, but he was thoughtful and so loving and it filled you with warm feelings. You were totally ready to let him fuck you without one, but then you both looked up, and sure enough, there was a packet of condoms and lube resting on the nightstand.

"At least this hotel comes prepared," You chuckled a little and Kyojuro laughed also as he reached for the packet and pulled out one condom that he rolled over his manhood. You hadn't seen his manhood since your blowjob and you didn't remember it being so big, but you could remember wrong.

Kyojuro squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand before absolutely soaking his cock in it. Once he was done with that, he positioned himself between your legs and pressed the tip of his cock between your sex's lips, but he didn't penetrate you yet.

He looked at you and kissed your forehead, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, please, Kyojuro…" You sighed and he nodded as he carefully pushed forward until he popped inside and you winched but kept quiet by biting your lip. It felt tight but good. No real pain whatsoever thanks to your husband's preparation, but you felt pressure.

Slowly Kyojuro filled you all the way and you could tell he was keeping himself back by the way he was biting his own lip and groaning. He wanted to make sure you got used to his generous girth, which you did quickly and you whined beneath him, "My husband, please move…!"

"Yes, my wife…!" He growled as he grabbed your hips with his hands and pulled a little over halfway out before snapping his hips forward and sinking himself completely into you.

You cried out in sudden pleasure and Kyojuro growled as he took that pace, fucking you fast and eagerly. It felt so good, his cock was almost immediately hitting that soft spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and the way his cock massaged your inner walls left you breathless.

While fucking you, Kyojuro leaned down and pressed his lips against yours and you both immediately deepened the kiss, your tongues working together to bring you even more pleasure.

"So good-!" Your husband groaned as you pulled apart from the kiss to catch your breath, "My wife, you feel so good!"

"Kyojuro…!" You gasped breathlessly as you lovingly watched the focused look on his face. It looked to you that it was almost like he was holding himself back.

"Kyojuro…! Please, don't hold back-!" You whined, "Fuck me like you want!"

"My love…!" The Kitsune panted as he fixed his hold on you and with the new hold he managed to press his thump against your neglected and aching clit.

The reaction was instant. You threw your head back as you cried out in pleasure, your hips bucking against Kyojuro's and your sex tightening around him to the point it was almost painful.

You were getting close and so was the fox husband of yours. You knew it, you felt the orgasm coming. You just needed a little more…!

"I love you," Kyojuro suddenly said and you blinked as you registered his words. He smiled, "I love you, I love you so much!"

"Kyojuro-!" You gasped, "I love you!"

The two of you kissed and the time ran out and your body came undone beneath your husband. Pleasure wrecked your body and your sex squeezed so hard around Kyojuro's manhood that you coaxed him into cumming as well, the condom catching his release

The two of you were panting as you slowly came down from your high. You were both looking at each other so lovingly and you shared a quick kiss.

"You're amazing." You whispered against his lips and the Kitsune grinned, "You're gorgeous."

Your giggle was cut off by a tired moan as your husband pulled his manhood out of you, took the condom, tied it, and threw it on the floor to be cleaned later on. The man moved swiftly as he pulled a blanket over you and his naked body and you immediately snuggled against his warm body.

"Thank you Kyojuro." You thanked him and the man smiled, "For what?"

"For choosing me." You said and he grinned as he kissed the top of your head, "Thank you for accepting me."

Ah, could you two be any more in love? You enjoyed each other's company when you realized something.

"So… We are leaving tomorrow to go to Japan?" You asked and Kyojuro nodded, "That's what my parents want."

"And we are staying at your place?"

"Most likely, yes."

"I don't know if I'm able to have sex in your childhood home or that close to your parents." You said as you were afraid that you would be too loud and one of his parents would walk in on you two.

Kyojuro smiled, "I understand, so no worries."

"So…?" You looked at him and he blinked, "So?"

"Would you fuck me until I can't walk?"

Kyojuro raised his brow in a questioning manner and you pouted, "What, I'll be seated on a 10-hour flight to Japan so it's not like I need to walk tomorrow, right?"

"I understand your reasoning!" He nodded happily as he kissed your temple and reached for another condom, "Round 2 it is!"

52 notes · View notes

shivunin · 6 months

Text

In Confidence

( Arianwen Tabris/Zevran Arainai | 2,392 Words | AO3 Link | CW: Fantasy racism, past parent death, emotional hurt/comfort)

“Where are you taking me?” Zevran asked, keeping pace with his Warden as they scaled the side of a building in the alienage. It was not a difficult task, though the state of the scaffolding they were climbing did give him pause.

“You’ll see,” she told him, grunting slightly when she caught the board over her head and pulled herself up.

Only fifteen feet separated them from the top—or so he hoped. Meeting her family had been trial enough on its own. He had not anticipated this sort of exertion afterward or he would have eaten far less at her father’s table.

“Almost there,” she added, and there was the faintest note of an apology tucked beneath her usual impassive tone. If he had not known her so well, Zevran might not have heard it at all.

“I am in no particular hurry,” he told her, and she stopped climbing to cast him a skeptical look.

“Well,” Zevran amended, glancing below. “I must admit this is not how I thought we would be spending our evening.”

Below, the vhenadahl swayed in the evening air off the Drakon River. People stood in clusters, their voices ringing off the stone, and food peddlers had staked out rival ends of the courtyard. It surprised him even now to see the condition of the alienage; he supposed that it explained something of his Arianwen that she had grown up in such a place. And yet—these people had built something here, among the ruins. He could see the bright hair of Tabris’s cousin bob through the crowd, pausing near one cluster of people and speaking for a time. They opened to her reluctantly, but even from this distance Zevran could see some of them begin to nod. Perhaps they would yet rebuild their community, even after what the slavers had done to them.

“Are you coming?” Arianwen called down, and he realized that she’d made her way to the top while he’d looked below. Zevran climbed instead of answering, and reached for her hand at the top when she offered it.

“We used to play here,” she told him, bracing to pull him over the edge and onto a wooden platform. “Shianni and I. Before and after it burned. It was our secret place, just the two of us. Poor Soris was never one for heights. He’d wait until he heard us climb down and then we’d all wander together. When his parents still lived, he’d grown up in the building next door. I used to hear his mother singing while she made dinner, back when I used to wander the streets looking for strays.”

“Ah—I see,” Zevran said, glancing around.

The two of them stood in the burned shell of a house three stories from the ground. He had thought that they’d reached a platform at the top of the scaffolding, but he saw now that he’d been wrong. They stood on all that was left of a wooden floor, the edges blackened and crumbled away. Arianwen stood to the empty doorway, patting the wall beside it fondly. There was little else to see here—only the remnants of a bed, piles of fabric in the corners of the room that might once have been blankets or clothing, holes in the floor where the structure below had given way. He did not struggle to imagine two young girls finding this place out of curiosity, for he had done much the same when he’d been a boy.

“Ready?” she asked while he was still considering this. She vanished through the darkness of the doorway before he could answer, so Zevran had little choice but to follow her into the hallway beyond.

“How did this place burn?” Zevran asked, ducking a fallen beam and testing the floor before he went on down the hall.

“Humans,” Wen said, and her face was shadowed when she glanced back at him. “It burned the night Soris’s parents died.”

There was a heavy silence then. She stopped long enough for him to catch up and caught his hand in hers. This was still new—Arianwen reaching for him, for comfort. Zevran did not know quite what to make of it yet.

“She tried to escape the building after they set it aflame. One of them kicked her back inside. The man who—oh, nevermind. You don’t need the details,” she took a sharp breath, her hand squeezing Zevran’s, and went on down the dark hall. “A few days later, my ma was gone all night long. They found his body washed up on the river, cut to ribbons and bloodless. I didn’t realize until far later what that meant.”

“She was a fighter, your mother?” Zevran asked, for it seemed the safer topic of conversation. Tabris dropped his hand to climb under more debris.

“She taught me everything I know,” she sighed, “I tried to forget it after she died. My body remembered for me. I’m grateful to it. But—here. Look.”

They’d found the end of the hallway at last. Arianwen pushed the door open and revealed—

A closet.

Zevran looked at her, brows arched high in question. To his surprise, she laughed. That was new, too—hearing her laugh when they weren’t in the heat of battle. It was a tired laugh, but that mattered very little in the run of things.

“Watch,” she said, and turned the coat hook on the back wall. The wall fell away at the pressure of her hand, swinging open into the room beyond.

“However did you find this?” Zevran asked, stepping into the room behind her. This room was lit by the lone window on the far wall, through which moonlight poured. In the cool light, he could see her clearly enough to read her face. Wistful—yes. She seemed wistful.

“You know—I don’t remember,” she said after a moment. “I don’t know which one of us opened the door, or even when it happened. I only remember it being our place, Shianni’s and mine. Here.”

She lit a candle and held it up to the wall. Messy colors snaked up the crumbling plaster, handprints followed by rough drawings and holes in a familiar shape.

“Throwing knives?” he asked, making his way to her side. Arianwen nodded silently, her lips parting and pressing tightly together again.

Zevran knew that look. She was fighting some battle with herself, weighing what she ought to say to him. They would both be better served if he gave her space.

“May I…?” he asked, gesturing to the room at large. Tabris nodded again, stepping closer to the marks on the wall, and Zevran slipped away.

The corners held stacks of books here and there, all adventures set in distant lands or histories of Ferelden. He found only two that he supposed must have belonged to his Warden: a book about animal physiology and one about the care and keeping of various household pets. Zevran smiled at the sight of them, leaving a streak in the dust covering each volume, and moved on.

Most of the wooden walls bore the marks of her blades. Many of the marks had been thrown wide from their fingerpainted targets. He could follow the progress of her skill by those holes, could trace the time spent in this room by the neatness of the circles they fell within.

When he had met the Wardens on the road all those months ago, he had met a blade of a woman. She was hard and quick and sharp, flashing through the crowd of Crows like light through a fast-running river. There had been nothing of fear or weakness in her. She had seemed—impervious, somehow. As if nothing in the world could touch her, as if she had sprung into existence precisely as he saw her in that moment.

Zevran knew better now, of course. He had seen her at her most vulnerable in the mornings when she slept, had watched her uncertainty upon seeing her father again. Two days ago, she had wept over Zevran’s body when she’d thought him dead by Taliesen’s hand. Today, standing in the dusty remnants of her childhood, he knew her better than he might have thought possible even a month ago.

Even so—it was surprising and endearing, somehow, to know that she had not leapt from her mother with blades in hand. Once, many years ago, she had learned her craft just as he had. Maker’s teeth, but sometimes Zevran wished they had known each other then, before the softness had been carved from them both. Who had she been? Who might he have been, in that other life that neither of them would ever live?

“Here—this is what I actually meant to show you,” Arianwen said.

Zevran blinked and found her beside him, though he had not heard her approach. She slipped her hand into his, lacing their fingers together, and pulled him with her to another door. When she opened it to the night beyond, cool air brushed over his cheeks. They had only been in the room for ten or fifteen minutes, hardly long enough to notice how still the air was. Even so, it was a relief to step into a fresher breeze.

“You can sit,” she told him, but leaned forward against a flimsy railing.

They’d stepped out onto a narrow balcony of sorts. A broken pulley hung from the wall to their left and an alleyway stretched into the darkness of the alienage beneath them. It was wide enough for two chairs and little else, though the gleam of glass bottles beneath them suggested what this space had been used for most recently.

“This was—” she sighed, and one fist thudded lightly against the wood of the railing. “I was last here on the night before my…before the wedding.”

Arianwen leaned forward until her shoulders hunched. Her hands were joined into one fist, knuckles pale against the brown of her skin. Zevran breathed sweet night air and watched her. It was still difficult—to wait, to allow her to unspool whatever she’d been fighting. It would be easier to make some joke. Already, one stood waiting on his tongue. But—no.

No, he found he rather wanted to know what she’d brought him here to say.

“Shianni was too drunk to climb down. I was too scared to try on my own. We dozed off here and dragged ourselves back home at dawn. I remember thinking that it would be the last time I ever came up here. I knew…I knew I would never want to share this place with a stranger. How could I?”

Zevran nudged one of the chairs aside, wincing when he heard the bottles beneath tipping against each other. He found a spot beside her at the rail and rested his arms against it. Arianwen did not look at him.

“The night my mother died, I was here. I came home late because I’d argued with my father and I knew he would worry if I was out for too long. I was…punishing him. By the time I came back, she was already gone.”

A breeze brushed small, loose hairs over her forehead. Tabris reached up and pushed them back, frowning slightly. Zevran edged closer and leaned his shoulder against hers. After a moment, she bent to lean her head against his shoulder.

“I don’t blame myself. It wasn’t my fault. This isn’t about that. This is—ugh.”

Zevran wrapped an arm around her waist, thinking hard, but there was little he could say. He had come to trust her slowly, had given himself over one careful piece at a time before he’d realized that he was doing so. It did not often pain him to tell her the hard things now. For her part, Arianwen had opened her arms to him readily enough once she’d begun to care, but it had taken longer to offer pieces of her heart to him in turn. Even now, he could feel her cutting them free for his perusal.

“There is nothing that you must tell me. Yes?” he said, resting his shoulder against hers. “It can wait. A different night, some other place.”

“No,” she said sharply. “I want to say—I’m glad you’re here. You should be here. I love this place and I hate this place and I miss it all the time. It was my secret, but now it’s yours, too. And that’s all.”

Her eyes flicked up and away again, focusing on the dark alley below.

“I’m glad you’re here, Zev,” she repeated quietly. “That’s all.”

What could he say to this? Wen could be harsh and difficult and wore the intensity of her feelings like armor. Even so—she had brought him to this, the most vulnerable of places, the tenderest of wounds. She had brought him here and no other.

Zevran swallowed around the thickness in his throat and nudged her hip with his. She looked up at him, the moonlight snared in her eyes, and what could he say?

“Do you suppose any of these bottles still have wine in them? Some wine, a fine whiskey, perhaps?”

Arianwen snorted, shoulders loosening slightly.

“None that I’d chance drinking,” she said, but tugged a slim, dented flask from her pocket. “Here—I’ll share. But only because you asked.”

“You have my most sincere thanks, dearest Warden,” Zevran told her, voice smooth and dripping with charm. She snorted again, tapping his chest with the flask, and he took it. It was warm, held tight against her side all this time. He treasured the feeling of it as he unscrewed the cap.

When they walked back to Eamon’s estate later, all but alone on the street, he sought better words. It was easier when she wasn’t watching him. It was easier when they were away from the place that had hurt and raised her.

“I am glad I am here, too, mi vida,” he told her, watching the ragged road ahead. “Thank you.”

Her hand slipped into his, palm warm and rough. Zevran wondered if she knew that the words were meant for more than just tonight. He wondered if she understood how far back the sentiment could stretch, that he was grateful for more than a secret shared and glad for his continued existence in a broader sense than glad could encompass.

“Thank you,” she echoed quietly, and held on tight.

(For Zevwarden Week Day 2: Secrets, Kept and Told. Thanks @zevraholics for organizing this!)

#zevwarden #zevran x tabris #arianwen tabris #fantasy racism #parent death #zevwarden week 2023 #da fanfic #shivunin scrivening #zevran arainai

42 notes · View notes

why-what-no · 2 years

Text

Happier Alone Part 1

Part Two

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sadness, one swear word I think

Summary: Billy met a girl who made him realize how lonely he was, letting her into his life and loving her. But when he messes up and she treats him like he treated so many girls before her, he worries that he might loose the best thing he’s ever had. (Angst with a happy ending)

Requested by: @mothshabby

When they first met, Billy was constantly impressed by so many of the things (Y/N) did. She was brave, always ready to stand up for what she believed in, but always had a nice thing to say about everyone, even him. He didn’t mean to fall in love with her. He thought he was perfectly fine alone, without someone he loved or trusted. But somehow he had gotten attached to her and finally realized how miserable his solitude really was.

But then he screwed up. Billy got cocky, thinking that since he wouldn’t ever leave her, she wouldn’t do the same. So, when he started spending more time with his friends, more time not spent with her, he couldn’t understand why she got so irritated. Even more, he couldn’t understand why she would do the same. Starting to neglect him for her friends, to go to more parties. Finally, he spotted her speaking to some guy in her class, and he made the mistake of commenting on it.

He knew he deserved her being mad at him for it, knew that she hadn’t cheated on him. But… both of their buried resentment from the lack of attention given to their relationship had bubbled up. Thus began a shouting match that lasted until nightfall.

It lasted until she got suddenly silent. When he did the same, she took a deep breath. “I think we shouldn’t be with each other anymore.” She told him, as a pit formed in Billy’s stomach at those words

***

“Can I still see you?” Billy asked a few minutes later, sitting on the arm of a sofa. After her declaration, there had been a few minutes of complete silence as he took in what she had said. He looked at (Y/N) when she didn’t say anything. “(Y/N), can I still see you? Answer me.” He was terrified at the idea of loosing the only good thing is his life.

She shook her head. “Can’t see you. If I see you, I’ll never leave you.” He watched her try and stay strong, try to avoid looking at him.

“What would you do if I find someone else?”

She shrugged. “Be jealous?”

“You still love me?” He knew he should stop pushing, but he needed to know. Needed to make sure she wasn’t going to disappear on him.

“Of course.”

“You’re lying. I’ve been you.” He told her. He knew he had said those exact words that she had said to him, but to some other girls who he didn’t even remember the names of. He blinked away tears at the thought of her forgetting about him, his voice cracking. “Can I just.. hold you?”

There was no hesitation as (Y/N) stepped closer, letting Billy wrap his arms around her waist. Despite what she had said, she hated seeing him unhappy. Burying his face in her stomach, his words were muffled against her. “I amuse you, and I bore you.” He told her, sure that those words were true. Otherwise why would she abandon him?

She brush her hand through his hair. “No, no, no.” She reassured, hating to see him like this.

“Did you even love me?” The fact that he felt the need to asked that broke her heart.

“I’ll always love you. I hate hurting you.”

He wanted to shout at her, to get mad. But all he could do is sigh and pull her closer. “Then why are you?”

She was silent for a minute, thinking deeply. ‘Because I’m selfish.” She finally said, hating to admit it. “And I think I’ll be happier alone.”

“You won’t. You’ll miss me.” He spoke from the experience of those years of treating love like something to run away from. “Nothing will ever be good enough for you when you don’t love anyone, I know.”

But she just looked at him, peering down at Billy sadly. He hated that, disappointed in himself. He used to be the heartbreaker. The kind of guy to jump from girl to girl, forgetting them as soon as the short relationship was over. He supposed this was payback for all of that, finding a girl who he truly loved and then her doing the exact same thing he did to so many others. “I’m the one who leaves. I’m supposed to leave you. I’m the one who leaves.” He told her, his voice harsher than before. But he knew he didn’t have the upper hand. Knew he was just as desperate as before.

But the look in her eye when he said those words, that gave him hope. When she leaned closer to him and held him tighter, he took his chance and kissed her.

She didn’t pull away, instead pulling him closer.

***

It was like they wanted to be as near to each other as possible, hands in hair and around their bodies. One of Billy’s hands cupping her face and the other wrapped around her back. Holding her against him, like he never wanted to let go of her again.

When they separated to take a much-needed breath, she still didn’t let go of him. “Come back to me.” Billy urged her; foreheads pressed together as they breathed deeply. “Don’t leave me.”

(Y/N) looked at him with a hint of worry, worry that he was going to break her heart if she listened to him. But she just sighed.

“Let’s get to bed.” She said, accepted him.

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove angst #billy hargove x reader #stranger things billy #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #billy Hargrove #closer #natalie portman #closer film #my fics

516 notes · View notes

acourtofthought · 7 months

Text

I've seen it popping up again, the argument that because Elain and Lucien's names were not mentioned in SF as often as Gwyn and Az, it's proof that Gwyn and Az will be given the next ACOTAR book but.....

In Empire of Storms we have the following:

Aedion - 623 mentions

Asterin - 73 mentions

Chaol - 12 mentions

Dorian - 469 mentions

Elide - 476 mentions

Lysandra - 348 mentions

Lorcan - 599 mentions

Nesryn - 5 mentions

Yrene - 0 mentions

Chaol and Nesryn weren't involved in book 5 at all, they didn't even have page time and instead were mentioned in passing. EoS focused on the journeys of the other characters. Yet Chaol, Nesryn and Yrene were the main characters in book 6 despite their absence in book 5. And in book 4, Chaol was mentioned more than Dorian yet SJM still decided to hold off on Chaol's story until book 6.

Gwyn's name is mentioned in SF because she's Nesta's found family and part of Nesta's journey. Azriel's name is mentioned in SF because he's Cassian's best friend and family and part of his journey. The book is about Nesta and Cassian and the people that are closest to them. So.....why would Elain and Lucien be hanging around them often enough to compete for name mentions when they are not part of their found family? When neither is part of the Inner Circle or the story of the Valkyrie's or the whole business with time travel / other worlds? Also, SF was about Nesta learning who she was outside of being Elain's protector, therefore Elain needed to be off page so Nesta could do just that.

It's illogical to think that in SF, Elain's name should be mentioned more than Gwyn or Lucien more than Azriel when neither Elain or Lucien are going down the same path as those in the Night Court and that particular story heavily involved what was going on in the Night Court. Just like Chaol was heading down a different path than Dorian in EoS which is why he was barely mentioned.

But really, even though they didn't have page time, SJM did set up the next steps for both Lucien and Elain.

Lucien commanded Cassian with a word and that's not something that is probably going to go unnoticed by Lucien, he's going to start questioning what's going on with his powers.

Koschei said that he's waiting for Vassa's return (a storyline both Lucien and Elain are involved with).

We saw both Amren and Rhys say Elain is now ready for more and it's time people stopped underestimating her.

We saw Elain ready to take on more and the willingness to get reacquainted with her powers. We saw her remind everyone she's not a child to be fought over or told what she can and can't do

They stationed Lucien in Spring because they're growing very concerned over Tamlin's state and the lack of enforcement of Spring's borders.

We have Nesta telling us Elain's scent is a promise of Spring, that Spring had been made for someone like Elain, that she'd tell Elain to visit Spring if they were speaking.

We have Lucien staring across the continent, setting his target.

We have Nesta wondering if Elain would still travel to the continent but beyond the tulip fields.

We have evidence that black (the Night Court) sucks the life out of Elain.

We have a lot of focus being placed on Elain's wooden carving, it first being the only thing taken from the human lands, then being placed next to a figurine of a goddess though Nesta doesn't want to ask herself why, then on their father's gravestone as a permanent marker of the beauty and good he’d tried to bring into the world. If Elain is so unimportant to the story, then why did SJM spend so much time incorporating Elain's carving into Nesta's journey?

We have Feyre mentioning that they'll help the other sister after helping Nesta while also admitting she'll probably never consider Elain more than a pleasant companion.

We're told Beron (Lucien's "father") can't be held off for much longer and may ally with Koschei (SJM also made it a point to remind us that Lucien had met Elain's father and that Beron slaughtered Jesminda).

We have Elain returning Az's gift after he called her a mistake.

We have Lucien still staring at Elain with longing after nearly 2 years (it's time to put that boy out of his misery).

How is Elain not ready for her story? Nesta started hers living in a run down apartment, drinking and gambling and sleeping around, refusing to interact with anyone or do anything about her powers. There was no major setup as to the direction Nesta would be going with her story, SF gives us way more for Elain than we had for Nesta. Elain is never going to hit rock bottom the way Nesta did, her version of that happened in ACOWAR, but it's clear that she's trying her hardest to fit into a place she doesn't belong and that isn't making her happy. She is ready to find her own path.

And yes, the whole time travel / crossover thing is going to be important for future books but it's not MORE important than Koschei, Beron, Spring, etc. It's simply SJM introducing a new storyline. Just like Dorian's journey involved Manon and the witches, Maeve, etc., and Chaol's involved the healers, and the political stuff going on in that kingdom.

SF was a fork in the road for certain characters with one branching in one direction (Valkyrie's, Illyrians, time travel) and one branching in the other (Day Court issues, Beron, Koschei, Spring). And it's very clear which characters are involved in which branch. So I'm not sure why people continue claiming Elain's absence in SF is evidence of something. The only thing it's evidence of is that she's not sticking around the Night Court and is gearing up for her own path.

Just as SJM paused what was going on with Aelin, Dorian, etc after EoS to tell Chaol's story, she can in fact decide to pause what's going on with the Night Court in order to first tell us Elucien's story and resolve the issues with Koschei, Vassa, Tamlin, Spring, etc.

Is that definitely what she's going to do? No, it's all up in the air and is entirely based on which storyline she needs to first resolve in the ACOTAR world. It all depends upon whether the Valkyrie / Illyrian / time travel is the next step in the overarching story or whether it's the other stuff (stopping Beron, securing Spring's borders, Vassa, the peace treaty, etc). Just because CC3 is coming up, she can still step back when she returns to the world of ACOTAR and deal with Elucien's storylines before leading into Gwynriels. ACOTAR readers aren't supposed to need to know what happens in CC3 for the next ACOTAR book to make sense.

What it is not based on though, is whose name is mentioned the most in the book before it. And just because she introduced new storylines for Gwynriel's book, it doesn't mean she HAS to continue with Gwynriel next considering she's been introducing Elucien storylines for multiple books. Elucien's story has been building for much longer, since 2016.

And yes, Chaol had a bonus chapter but is it not a bit odd to people that Elain has never been given a POV? Rhys had a POV, Lucien was given a POV when Feyre slipped into his head, Cassian was given a Bonus Chapter in ACOMAF and POV in the novella, Nesta was given a Bonus Chapter and POV in the novella, Az was given a Bonus Chapter, Mor was given a POV in the novella. Literally, Elain is the only main character (who is set to have a story) that we've never been given direct from the source insight on.

Not to mention Chaol's pov showed him on a boat heading to the Torre Cesme and his story immediately picked up after that.

Az's pov was on Solstice evening and months passed after. Other more pressing concerns happened after his bonus took place (like Beron wanting to now ally with Koschei since Briallyn is dead and that Mor still can't get the fae on the continent to sign the treaty, things that are tied to the actual plot versus the bonus which revolves around Az's struggles with women). Az's pov was simply introducing who his mate most likely is but that doesn't mean he's ready to actually end up with her in the next book. Just like Cassian's pov during MAF hinted at him having a bond with Nesta but he wasn't ready to actually end up with her until over a year later. Yes Nessian got a pov after Feyre's journey was over but there was still 1.5 books between the introduction of their bond (at least the hints of it) and their HEA. Is it not possible SJM introduced Az's possible bond so that he can get his HEA 1.5 books later?

Plot wise, stopping Koschei and Beron seems to be a bigger concern.

There's never debate that Mor is getting a book before Elain even though Mor had a POV while Elain has not. SJM could have chosen to give BOTH Az and Elain Bonus Chapters in SF and still gone the route of Az getting the next book but instead, she chose to give the second bonus to someone who we know isn't getting another POV (however....both those POVs featured Elain).

It seems very purposeful to me, that we're not getting into Elain's thoughts and I don't think we will. I don't think Elain will ever get a bonus chapter, even before her book because I believe her thoughts are going to be too spoilery. In Elain, the entire point of her character is everyone assuming they know her, that they know what she wants and SJM continues to play off that.

For Elain, I could see SJM sharing a bonus after her book is released, something that took place before but that would have revealed too much if she released it chronologically.

Could Gwynriel still be next? Absolutely. But there are nuances to Elain that makes her very unique to any other SJM character getting a book (like knowing with certainty who her mate is before her book, something we've never seen before) and I think it's important to remember that before assuming that her setup needs to look identical to someone who came before.

And there is a logical explanation for why she isn’t mentioned often in SF so using that as proof of why she can’t have the next book makes no sense to me.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #elucien book #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron

27 notes · View notes