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acewritesfics · 22 days

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There's a lot of making up to do | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, a minor side character being a drunk. Former friends to lovers. As usual italics are flashbacks.

Word Count: 2,990

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"This girl should be out on a farm, with lots of grass and space to run," Y/N says as she runs a brush through the mare her father was keeping at his scrap metal yard. "All the noise and ruckus has her anxious and scared."

"She's here temporarily," Charlie tells her as Curly starts cleaning the mares shoes and hooves. "Tommy's still looking for a home for her."

"I see that hasn't changed," she chuckles.

“What hasn’t changed?” Y/N hears from behind her.

She pauses her grooming of the horse and turns towards the person who just spoke. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” she says with a small smirk on her face. “Good to see you again, Tom.”

“Y/N Strong,” a smile also appears on his face. He hadn’t seen his childhood friend in 7, almost 8, years. As soon as there were talks of war, Y/N had left for London to go become a nurse. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has,” she agrees, “and it’s also Y/N L/N now.”

“You’re married?” He asks unsure how he felt about it. Y/N didn’t know it but she was the one who got away. The first girl he loved, and the only person he’s loved unconditionally. He thought he had moved past all the feelings he had for her. She was out of sight out of mind except when he over heard his “Uncle” Charlie mention her when someone asked how his daughter was doing. But seeing her here in Birmingham, in Small Heath, those feelings were flooding back.

“Not anymore,” she tells him, turning back to the horse, her smile disappearing. “You know, you really ought to find her a home, out in the countryside, away from all this noise and chaos.”

“How long are you back for?” He asks ignoring what she just said about the horse.

“I have cottage on the outskirts of town,” she tells him.

“Will you be at the Garrison tonight?” He asks, sounding slightly hopeful.

“I might be,” she tells him. “Dads invited me out for a drink. He told me it’s under new ownership.” She adds smirking slightly letting him know she’s heard about him buying the pub.

“I’ll see you tonight, then,” he smiles as he starts to leave.

“I said I might be there,” she reminds him.

He turns to face her once again, walking back over to her, this time standing so close, she could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of cigarettes. “You’re never able to stay away.”

“I was the one who moved away, wasn’t I?” She challenges him but knows she’s last as she realises her words hold nothing.

“But you’ve moved back,” he points out, his smile still on his lips. “Now why is that?”

“If you think it’s because of you, think again, Thomas Shelby,” she says before tip-toeing to place a kiss on his cheek. “It was good to see you again,” she goes back to brushing the mare who has seemed to calm down a little.

Later that night, Y/N walks into the Garrison and is surprised to see how much it has changed. Tommy has really tidied the place up. For her it doesn’t seem as cozy as it use to be. But it’s still nice.

She quickly spots her dad and Curly sitting at a table off to the side and starts making her way towards them. But she only gets a couple of feet when she’s stopped by someone.

“We’ll look who it is, looking even more beautiful than she did when she left us.”

A large smile makes its way onto her face as she turns to greet Polly. “And look at you, as stunning as always, Aunt Polly.”

Polly pulls her in for a tight hug. Y/N’s mother walked out on her and her father not long after her 2nd birthday with no explanation for her absence and just a note saying goodbye. She was just gone. Charlie always told Y/N when she was older that her mother wasn’t ready to become one when she was born, she couldn’t bond with Y/N and aside from feeding Y/N, Charlie mostly cared for her.

Until Polly and the Shelby siblings mother stepped up. In the way that her father had become Arthur Jr, Tommy, John, Ada and Finn’s uncle, their mother and Aunt became her Aunts who were like a mother to her. Y/N couldn’t be more grateful for the two woman who helped raise her. Her heart broke almost as much as the Shelby's did when Mrs. Shelby passed.

"Tommy told me you were back," she smiles, letting her go. "How long have you been back?"

"A few days," she tells her. "I wanted to unpack and get settled in before I made my presence known again. Dad was the only one I told about me returning."

"Were you hoping to surprise us or is there a reason you didn't want to tell us?" she asks feeling a little offended that Charlie was the only one she told.

"Surprise!" Y/N cheers, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "Did you really think there was a reason I wouldn't tell you about me coming home?"

"And I haven't heard from you in a while. I wasn't sure," Polly admits, voicing her worries.

"I'm sorry I haven't written or called in a while," Y/N apologises for her lack of communication. "I had a lot going on."

"I understand," Polly smiles reassuringly. "You can tell me all about it over a cup of tea tomorrow."

"Sounds wonderful," her smile falters a little. The only people who knew about her husband was her dad and Tommy but they didn't know the full extent of what happened.

Polly hugs her once more before making her way back to the gentleman who she was occupying her time with. Y/N continues to make her way over to her father.

An hour goes by before Y/N sees Tommy walking through the door and towards the bar. She politely leaves the table and makes her way over to Tommy before he can disappear into the snug beside the bar where she knows him and his brother go for privacy.

"Tommy, can I speak with you, please?" she asks as she reaches him.

"Is everything all right?" he asks her as he gets the bottle of whiskey that he ordered.

"Is there anything I can get you, Y/N?" Harry asks before she can answer Tommy.

"No thank you, Harry, I'm good for now," she smiles politely at the bartender and former owner and turns back to Tommy. "Everything is fine. I have a suggestion for that horse of yours."

"I'm looking for a more suitable space for her," he tells her, trying to assure her the horse will be okay.

"What's her name?" she asks.

"Rosebud," he tells her.

A look of shock makes its way onto her face when she hears the name of the horse.

“Rosebud?” she asks, wanting to make sure that’s what she heard him say.

“She looks like her, doesn’t she?” He replies.

Y/N’s taken back to when they were about 13-years-old. She’d drawn a horse that looked very similar to the horse Tommy now owns, claiming that she’ll one day own a horse that looked just like that. Tommy laughed at her thinking she’d never find a horse that looked exactly like her drawing.

As soon as he saw his horse grazing in a paddock on one of his drives out of Birmingham, he thought he was hallucinating. The mare was a remarkable resemblance to the one Y/N had drawn when they were younger. Once he realised he wasn’t hallucinating, he hatched a plan to convince the owner to sell her to him. It didn’t take much convincing for the owner to hand her over to him.

“She does,” she agrees now that she’s reminded of the drawing she drew. Letting out a laugh of disbelief, she shakes her head. “How did you even remember that silly drawing?”

“I remember a lot of things,” he tells her simply as those brilliant icy blue eyes of his bore into her. “And it wasn’t a silly drawing. You were so sure that horse you drew existed somewhere out there.”

“She was always in my dreams,” she smiles. “That’s how I knew she was real,” she continues before laughing and gently hitting his shoulder before grasping it. “And now the boy who didn’t believe me has her. What a coincidence,” she chuckles and let’s go of him. “This is wonderful.”

“What did you need to talk about?” Tommy asks, an amused look on his face.

“Oh right,” her amusement falters slightly as she remembers that she needed to speak with him. “It’s actually about the horse… Rosebud. I may have somewhere you can keep her. It’s away from all the noise and smoke. She’ll have plenty of room to run and graze. There’s also a small barn that could be turned into a shelter for her.”

“Where is it?” He asks.

“Not far out of town. I can meet you there tomorrow, show you it. The owners already given permission for you to use it,” she tells him, adding the last part to reassure him everything has already been set up.

“How does 9AM sound?” He asks. “Not too early for you?”

“Not at all,” she agrees to the time and tells him the address. “I have to get back to my dad. I’ll see you at 9.”

Tommy nods and watches her go back over to Charlie and Curly.

Y/N checks the clock in the entry way seeing that it is 8:57AM. Tommy would be arriving any minute and the sun had yet to shine through the cloudy skies. The smell and the feeling in the air let her know it was going to rain soon and she wanted to show Tommy where Rosebuds potential new home could be. After a minute passes she decides to stand outside and wait for her childhood friend.

As she waits for Tommy her mind goes back to the last time she was with him.

It was the night before she was meant to leave for London. She’d said goodbye to everyone except Tommy who had suddenly disappeared.

After scouring all the places he could be, she found him sitting on her bed after she returned home feeling defeated that she couldn't find him. Seeing him sitting there she feels relieved but also angry as she glares at him.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you?" she scolds him, letting her anger win.

"You have no right being angry with me," he glares back at her as he stands up. "You're the one who's leaving, after all."

"You're the one who encouraged me to go," she shouts back at him. Confusion adding to her frustration. "What was it that you said? You'll be the best nurse this country ever has? You were made to be a nurse, because you're always looking after others? London will be lucky to have you?"

"Well I've changed my mind," the 21-year old Tommy, backtracks on his words. "Maybe London won't be lucky to have you and you'll make a terrible nurse."

"Get out," she yells at him, throwing her hand towards her bedroom door and pointing to it.

"No," he says stubbornly standing his ground.

"Leave, before I decide I never want to see your face again."

Tommy sits back on her bed, further proving that he wasn't going anywhere.

"What is it that you want, Thomas?" she asks, giving into the young man's stubbornness after a few moments go by.

"I want you," he declares. "Because I am in love with you."

Y/N is stunned. Her heart is beating out of her chest and there is a lump in her throat preventing her from saying anything.

"I've been in love with you for so long," he continues.

"Why now, Tommy?" she says exasperated, feeling tears build up in her eyes. She can't remember the moment she fell in love with her best friend but she knows it was a long time ago.

"Because I don't want you to go," he stands up and moves in front of her.

She refuses to look at him, knowing as soon as she meets those beautiful blue eyes of his she'll give into him. "I have to," she sighs resting her head on his chest. "I start nursing school in two days. I can't back out now. It's too late."

"I know," he says as his arms wrap tightly around her. "Tell me you love me too and give me tonight. Then we can go from there."

Lifting her head from his chest, she pulls him in for a kiss.

That night she had gotten little sleep wanting to spend every minute she could with him. Tommy stayed with her until she got in her car to drive to London.

Once she settled in London, Tommy went to see her on the weekends he wasn't busy with the illegal betting den his father started. They wrote letters every week, reminding each other how much they loved them and missed them. There was a few weekends that Tommy was with her when he talked about moving to London to be with her. He even got as far as packing his trunks with all his belongings but then his dad had disappeared on one of his benders, leaving him and Arthur Jr to pick up the pieces. They were both frustrated and disappointed but aside from that things were going well between them.

Until the war happened a year later.

They had both been shipped off to France, Tommy to fight and Y/N to tend to the wounded. Letters became less frequent as the war went on. The letters eventually stopped under the war ended and Y/N sent a letter to Polly to make sure everyone made it out. Tommy was the one to reply to her, telling her he loved her but nothing was the same anymore. That was the last letter she received from him despite her having written to him multiple times.

Y/N's pulled from her thoughts when Tommy's car pulls up outside the front gate. She waves to him as he gets out and closes the door behind him. Opening the little gate, he walks closer to her.

"Did you say to meet here so I can pick you up?" he asks her, dressed in nice suit, his peaky cap on his head and a cigarette hanging from his lips as he buttons up the jacket.

"No, this is the place I told you about," she informs him and takes his hand.

He allows her to lead her through her small cottage and into the backyard. At the edge of the backyard was another little gate that lead to a paddock and a small barn structure that could indeed be converted into shelter for Rosebud.

They reach the small barn just as it starts pouring with rain. The heavy rain showed that the barn had a few leaks that could easily be fixed.

"So, what do you think?" Y/N asks, letting go of his hand and moving to face him.

"You were right about it being enough room for her and being away from the noise and smoke," he says pleased with the space. "How much do you want for me keeping her here?"

"I don't want any money, Tom," she replies. "You pay for her feed and upkeep and she can stay here free."

"What about the barn?" he asks.

"You can pay for the conversion, if you must."

"Anything else?"

"You can let me ride her and let me groom her but you must clean out her stall. She is your horse after all."

"Fair enough," he agrees and looks at her. She looks back at him before looking away and like she there was more that she wanted to say. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

Y/N looks at one of the leaks as though she's inspecting it but the leak is the last thing on her mind as she ponders whether it would be a good idea to bring up the past or not.

"Why did you never write back?" she asks, unable to stop herself from asking.

"The man who came back from France wasn't the same one you fell in love with and he wasn't the man you deserved," he answers, his eyes never leaving her. "From when we were kids, I was always told that you were too good for me."

"And it took a war for you to listen to those people?" she asks now looking at him. "When have you ever listened to other people's opinions?"

"It's not just their opinions, Y/N," he goes on to explain. "It's what I've done, who I have become. I'm a bad man who's done bad things."

"We've all done bad things, Tom," she tells him.

"I never stopped loving you," he tells her. "Seeing you yesterday reminded me that I still do."

"It's too late," she tells him, thinking about all the time she could have had with Tommy but because of his decision she spent it with a man who was drunk more than sober and eventually took his own life. Was she in love with this man? No, because she never stopped loving the man standing in front of her right now.

"No it's not," he says moving closer to her. She makes no move to stop him as he takes her face in his hands and tilts it up, making her look at him. "Tell me you still love me too."

"I never stopped loving you too," she admits out loud. "There's a lot of making up to do."

"Then let's start right now," he says and pulls her in for a kiss.

#acewritesfics repost #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby

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briwbb28 · 2 months

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déjà vu

part 1

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm

Do you get déjà vu, huh?

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paring: Nika Mühl x fem oc

themes:

-slight angst

-mentions of alcohol

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when Nika and Riley broke up, they never spoke to each other ever again. Riley now just see’s Nika’s life through the internet and now seeing what Nika does with her new gf who looks exactly like Riley and does the same things with her like she did with Riley, she now wonders if she ever gets flashbacks of their relationship from before.

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riley’s pov:

february 14th, 2024

(12:34pm)

‘she already moved on?!’ I thought. why and how could she move on so fast. the girl looks EXACTLY like me. the same color eyes, the same dark brown hair that flows over her shoulder, the same nose piercing, and i wouldn’t be shocked if we were both the same height.

I hated how Nika had this reaction out of me. we broke up two months ago. why would I be sad? she broke up with me. there’s nothing i can do or say.

I ended up stalking the girl and turns out Nika brought her to the same places she brought me. was I just a game to her? does she do this every time she gets a girl friend? it’s so frustrating and exhausting.

I do know my friend wanted to go to their game that was tonight and let’s just hope that I don’t have to face her. I have talked to her or seen her face in weeks besides what I see on the internet.

riley’s pov:

february 14th,2024

(6:05pm)

“what if we bump into each other?” I whine to my friend who is doing her make up and i am laying on my bed dramatically still debating if i wanted to go or not. I haven’t gotten dressed or anything. all Kenzie can do is roll her eyes at me because she knows i’m just being dramatic.

“your being dramatic Riley. she moved on which means you have to move on.” Kenzie said finishing up her makeup as she turns to me. Kenzie hasn’t been in a relationship for 3 years so i try my best to take her advice, but it’s not that easy.

“if you guys do bump into each other which will probably not happen. what are you gonna do? what are you gonna say? nothing because you need to show her that she can’t have that effect on you. she moved on. she found a copy paste version of you. you just need to find someone tonight and prove to her that you don’t want her.” Kenzie says as she goes on her phone to play music as i soak up what she said and maybe she is right, i can’t let her get the best of me.

“and now what we are gonna do is make you look hot as fuck so what she lays eyes on you, she will realize how hard she fumbled.” Kenzie said which made me laugh.

I wore some low rise jeans with a blue long sleeve top. i did some light make up and curled my hair a little bit just so it doesn’t lion to messy. as i was trying to find a jacked, i came across Nika’s jersey i would wear to her games. i immediately closed my closet and went over to my converse and put them on avoiding the pit in my stomach from what I just saw.

“are you ready?” Kenzie yelled which made me shoot my head up. “yeah i’m just getting my shoes on.” I yelled back as i put my shoes on, some light jewelry and some perfume. Then we were off to the game.

riley’s pov:

february 14th, 2024

(7:46pm)

we are now at the game. me and kenzie are sitting in our seats as people around us cheer for the women’s basketball team. i would lie to you guys and tell you that i wasn’t looking at nika the whole time, but i would be lying. as nika was running on the other side of the court she looked up and saw me in the crowd, nika blushed and looked down trying to keep her focus on the game.

“go Nika!” a loud voice came from above us and i turn around and look up the bleachers to see her little girlfriend. she was wearing her jersey. i guess nika was so quick to get herself another jersey to replace the one that was in my closet.

“damn she’s annoying.” kenzie said reading my mind which makes us both giggle as we keep watching the game. after the game kenzie wanted to go and tell the team how good they did since she is friends with them. as i’m just standing there waiting for her.

“hey kenzie i’ll meet you in the car, ok?” i told her to high made her nod with a smile which made me smile back as i turn towards the exit.

as i’m walking i bump into someone i didn’t want to.

Nika

“hey.” nika says which makes me roll my eyes and move past her to keep walking.

“hey! i’m trying to talk to you.” nika yells as she walks behind me trying to catch up. “well i don’t really wanna talk to you.” i say in a rude tone. as i get close to the exit she steps in front of me.

“what is your deal?” nika asked clearly upset. i look at her like she is crazy. is she really acting like she wasn’t the one who broke up with me?

“are you seriously acting like everything between us didn’t happen? everything that you said to me would just slip my mind?” i yelled at her frustrated with her. she looks at me shocked by my words.

“I was drunk.” Nika says which is no excuse. “that is no excuse! drunk or not you shouldn’t have said that to me. ever!” i yelled at her as tears well up in my eyes as i did.

i just get reminded of the night when she came back home from the bar with her friends drunk. i remember asking her repeatedly where she was, who she was with, why she wasn’t answering me, and all she did was ask me who the girl i was with earlier that day. i tried to tell her that it was one of my friends that was in town, but she didn’t listen. she was calling me names and saying how she can find better because she thought i was cheating on her when i in fact wasn’t.

“i miss you Ry.” Nika says which makes me giggle. “clearly.” i muttered quietly which made her look at me in anger.

“what did you say?” nika asked getting closer to me looking down at me which made my mouth go dry as i looked up at her. i haven’t been this close to her in months and it take’s everything in me to not pull her into a kiss right here, right now.

“i said clearly. do you want me to fucking spell it out for you?” i said again standing my ground as i look up at her. “and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” nika asked clearly still angry.

“it means that it’s pretty clear that you miss me. you had to find a girl who looks exactly like me to ignore the fact that we are done. am i wrong?” i asked as our lips were not that far apart. she looked down at me not saying a word knowing i’m right.

“i also bet that you get déjà vu when you bring her to the places you used to bring me.” i say with a smirk as i look up at her as my fingers trace down her chest which makes her nervous and i can tell which makes me smirk even more.

“that’s what i thought. i know you still want me Nika. so prove to me that you still want me and that you are sorry because telling me isn’t gonna cut it.” i say. than i go around her to walk towards the exit leaving a girl who’s face is all red knowing her teammates are gonna ask questions, but she knew that she needed to do something about her girlfriend and she needed to do it quickly.

#nika muhl #my wife #nika muhl x fem oc #uconn wbb #wbb #lesbian #love her

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lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga · 1 year

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Chapter 6

Captain (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 3526

tw: attempt of SA, murder, blood.. strong language.

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 5 — chapter 7

A/N : I just want to give a fair warning, this chapter does contain strong themes of SA. I know that this is a very sensitive topic and so I will put "***" before the part of the chapter starts and where it ends Just incase, and if you'd like a small edited chapter without much details please let me know and I'll post it up! and if y'all ever need anyone to talk to.. I'm here <3

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A few weeks have passed and you and Levi have begun to develop a stronger bond. Well that is more petty arguments more than anything.

“ You know, I much prefer it when you spoke less.” Levi hisses at you as he bends down to clean under the kitchen counter. Both you and Levi were on cleaning duty, and he had his ridiculous head bandana and another one covering his mouth, as he dusted.

“ Fine, then I won't speak.” You chirp as you scrub the floor. You didn’t like cleaning but it did bring you some sense of peace at times. While you’re scrubbing you look back to see Levi really going for it with the counter. Such a clean freak.

You slowly dip your hand into the water bucket and look at Levi to see if he notices you, but he hasn’t. In fact he’s too busy dusting off the corners. With your chances you flick water at him, the small water droplets land on his back and soak into his cotton shirt.

“ y/n, Did. You. Just. Throw. Water. At me?” He speaks in a stern voice. He has stopped cleaning and just stares at the rag he was using before turning to you. Levi hated dirty things, and above all he hated being dirty.

You stay silent because he did say he preferred when you spoke less.. you act like you didn’t do what you just did and act clueless. You look at him and frown your eyebrows and look around like there’s others and then point at yourself, as if to say ‘ are you talking to me?”

“ don’t get smart with me, speak.” He keeps his intense eye contact towards you. Not batting an eyelash.

You throw your hands up and shake your head in a way to say you didn’t do it. You then turn back towards your floor and finish scrubbing, and when you go to dunk your scrubbing rag into the bucket Levi grabs your wrist in his callous hands. Once in his grip he pulls your wrist towards him, which causes you to go forward with the tug. Which ends up leaving both you and Levi face to face.

Over the past weeks you hated to admit but you did form a small crush on Levi. He has never failed to make you blush or leave you speechless. Like the other day you had walked into the dinning hall to join everyone for dinner and as you approached your table of friends, Levi pulled out your chair for you in front of everyone.. It was a small act but you were red in the face. The day after that incident, you were getting out of training when Levi approached you.

“ Hm, looks like your pretty lips had some fun, who was the lucky person?.” Levi walks besides you.

“ What? No I have never! I–It was Amane, she hit me with her gear and..” you try to explain yourself too stunned on why he would think you did anything with someone with your lips.

“ Calm yourself y/n,” he extends his hand and rubs his thumb against your lower lip wiping away the blood that spilled from your small cut lip. “ and that’s good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.” he laughs walking away from you. You stood there in complete shock, lifting your hand over your lips that he just touched. How stupid could you be, of course he was being sarcastic, and didn’t mean it literally. He probably thinks you're so lame now.. Never kissed anyone, how pathetic.

Right now he just stares at you with not much facial expression but his eyes switch from back and forth between your eyes and lips. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the heat creeping onto your cheeks. Here comes that heart pounding, nerve racking feeling again..

“ C’mon hot cheeks, cat got your tongue?” He mocks you a bit and pulls you in closer.

Just as you’re about to try to respond back Hanji walks into the room, causing you to pull away from Levi like the speed of light.

“ Oh am I interrupting?” Hanji asks from the doorway.

“Not at all, I was just asking Y/n if she threw water at me, but it seems like someone forgot how to speak.” Levi get’s off from the ground and turns completely to Hanji. Wait why is he acting so calmly..

“ Oh! Well Commander Erwin is requesting you Levi in his office.”

“ Is that so, well I guess I better be going then.” Levi turns back to you, where you’re still on the floor and trying to avoid his eye contact.He will not see you in this shocked state, is what you think to yourself. He then leaves out the door leaving you and Hanji alone in the room. You turn back to your cleaning trying to avoid any questions but Hanji has a list of them.

“ So was I really interrupting? Wait, are you and Levi a thing… Is he always intense or does he treat you differently? Oh your cheeks are turning even more red! OH SOMETHING HAS TO BE GOING ON!” Hanji speaks excitedly, as she tries to see your face, but you try to hide away but you’re in no match when it comes to her curiosity.

“ n-n–no , he just– I did throw water at him, so he was just asking me.”

“ Then why are you blushing so much? Unless.. Wait, do you like him.. Does he not like you back? Does he know about how you feel?”

“ I.. no.. um..” You struggle to answer her and just turn back to scrubbing the floor. Hanji leaves you to finish cleaning but that is before she tells you, “ just so you know you’re a looker, if you want to see if he likes you back, just see if he gets jealous. He’s a man, and men are very territorial.”

Once you were done cleaning the whole room , you walk down the hallways during the day and completing any other tasks asked. But not once have you seen Levi, probably still with Commander Erwin. Dinner time was already approaching and you were on your way to get ready to start eating but in the process you bump into Conner. He was one of the new recruits and he’s been rather too friendly for your liking…

“ Hello, y/n you’re looking rather beautiful as always.”

“ Thank you.”

You plan to walk past him but he pushes you against the wall and traps you between his arms. You look at him in shock, stopping yourself from reacting too quickly.

“ You know, when someone gives you a compliment you should be a little nicer. So what do you say, maybe a kiss to the cheek as a thank you?” He goes to brush your hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear, but you slap his hand away and try to get out of his grip.

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“ Get your hands off of me!” you raise your voice as you try to push him away, but he grabs the hand you used to push him away and flips you and pushes your body against the wall. He kicks your legs apart to separate them so that you can't kick him as easily, and holds both your hands behind your back. “ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” He speaks against your ear, but it was his words that throw you back to a time you wished you could forget.

*FLASHBACK*

“ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” The man who had you cornered speaks. As always he wore his sinister smile and reeked of beer. It was like this man was on the hunt for you, no matter how many times you left the prostitution house he always found you, always hurt you.

“ Please, I said leave me!” You cry out too tired, how could this disgusting older man time and time again try to hurt you, even after you never let him win.

“ Listen here princess, You know what i want, let’s make it simple and get on with it.” He approaches you. You clench the knife you had behind your back waiting for the best time to use it. He slowly crotches down and crawls towards you, and moves his dirty finger tips against your ankle. And pulling you towards him, causing you to fall falt against the ground. You continue to try your best and hide the knife behind your back so that he doesn’t see it.

“ Look at that, it only took me a couple dozen times to finally get you. See this will soon be over and done with.” He laughs as he begins to lift your skirt up and position himself between your legs, he unbuckle the belt around his waist and just as he’s about to pull your undergarments off you pull the knife out and aim for his clavicle area.

The man before you screams in pain and reaches for his wound, this gives you time to go for his other side and abdomen area. He begins screaming profanities towards you but you take this moment to kick him off of you.

“ I Will Kill you! I Will KILL YOU!” You scream from the top of your lungs tabbing multiple times over his abdomen. You do end up stopping when you hear someone scream from down the ally way. The underground was already a dangerous place to live in, but more so for a woman.. You knew you didn’t have the strength nor power to deal with more than one person, so with that you Got up and ran as far as you could away from the other men.. You couldn’t risk getting caught killing a man.. Let alone being stuck around more men who would want to hurt you..

*END OF FLASHBACK*

“ Look how easy this is, i wasn’t trying to hurt you princess.” Conner speaks up again bringing you back to your current situation.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” you scream at the top of your lungs, You begin trying to pull away and thrush around in his grip trying to get free. You try to throw your head back to hit his head, but he goes and uses his other hand to throw your head back against the stone wall. Your head bangs really hard against the wall, and you could have sworn you saw stars.

“ Stop being so loud!” He whisper shouts against your ear trying to keep you in place. You struggle a bit longer until you realize there’s no getting out of this.. Your flat against the wall, arms and legs pushed and pulled too far back and apart. Mobility is at zero..

“ Given up? Well lucky me, looks like i win the bet.” he laughs, removing his hands from against your head to go for his pants. That is when you go and throw your head back one last time while he’s off guard. He’s thrown off balance and thats when the loosens his grip around your wrists and you pull them apart and push yourself off the wall.You take this moment to make some distance between you and him and you go for a high kick across his face to knock him to the gound.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” You scream again punching him completely to the ground, his head lands hard against the floor and you’re pretty sure you heard his skull crack. But that doesn’t stop you from going on top of him and throwing blow after blow at him.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME, AND I’LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TOO!”

Another punch to his face,

“ I’LL KILL YOU!”

Another punch.

“ I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU!” You shout at the unconscious boy in front of you with tears streaming down your face. You hear a couple of running footsteps coming towards your direction and they come to a halt.

***

“ Y/N WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” You hear the voice of Levi who lifts you off of the body and pulls you away.

“ GET OFF OF ME!” you scream, out of reaction and pull away and attempt to crawl away, but Levi goes again and wraps his arms tightly around you, this time preventing you from escaping.

“Please, let me go! LET ME GO! WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP TOUCHING ME! PLEASE GET OFF OF ME!” You shout with more tears streaming down your face, as you feel every hurt and infliction you have felt your whole life fall on you.

“ Y/n, look at me, I wont hurt you okay, but you need to calm down and tell me what happened. He was touching you, what do you mean he was touching you?” Levi tries to counsel you but the lack of emotion in his voice only triggers you even more.

“ please, please don’t hurt me! Just let me go!” you try to pull away from him again but he only tightens his grip around you. At this you just give up and just cry, once he hears your broken cries he slowly positions himself on the floor and loosens his grip around you to instead just give you a tight hug.

“ Y/n… please just tell me what happened.”

“ He– I… He said I shouldn’t fight him, but he–He had me against the wall! I-I tried to get away, but he just–Just pushed me and he was trying to remove his pants! I told him to get off! I told him to get off! And he said He won the bet, I don't know what he meant.. I told him to get off!” You struggle to speak and explain the situation but Levi doesn’t need you to explain any further.. He was seeing red, his ears were ringing… He looked over at where the man you were beating was. He was black and blue, not an inch of his face gone undamaged…

“ Hanji, please take Y/n to clean up and check her for any wounds.” Levi instructs Hanji and she’s already on it. She whispers softly asking you to come with her and to let go of Levi. You yourself hadn’t realized the death grip you had on his shirt. You pull yourself away and grab onto Hanji who extends her arm to help guide you away from the scene.

Levi looks back at the man on the floor before turning to Commander Erwin, “ Commander Erwin, I will deal with this myself.”

“ I did make you captain, do as you deem necessary Captain Levi.” I’ll begin the processing of his papers in the meantime, who is he?”

“ Conner Liker, Cadet corps 98.”

“ Very well, I leave the rest to you.” Erwin nods and walks away, there is a crowd that surrounds the scene with mutters of “ he made him captain.” “ captain?”

Levi shakes off the comments and begins instructing people around,

“ You two, Take him to a cell. And the rest of you, clean up this damn mess.”

All that he could think of was how to murder this man, and Just how no one heard them. He takes a couple of walks around to calm down before he goes to check on you. To think he was moments away from coming to find you and tell you about Erwin making him captain. Just to find you covered in that guy’s blood with your knuckles raw to the bone and tears streaming down your face. When he finally comes himself down he looks to find you and Hanji but she’s already walking out of the room.

“ How is she?”

“ By the looks of it, she took some major blows to her head.. She’s coming in and out of consciousness, and we have Petra who’s trying to keep her awake.. But I’m not sure if she can last any longer up.. We tried bringing light to her eyes to check for pupil dilation but she isn’t responding, I say she’s suffering from a major concussion. Besides that, there aren’t any other major wounds.. Besides the major bruising around her writs and the damage to her knuckles, she said there was a bet.. Did you find out?” Hanji asks.

“ No I haven't gone and spoken to him, I’m going to wait till he’s up, no point in torturing him if he’s out of it… Do you mind pulling Petra out, I'd like to talk to Y/n alone.”

“ Yes of course Levi, follow me.”

Levi follows Hanji into the room that you were in, both Hanji and Petra leave you be.

“ How are you feeling?” Levi asks not even sure what to expect, will you start screaming at him to leave, cry, not speak at all..

But you don’t speak at all, instead you turn to your side and give him your back. Your head was pounding as it is, your heart still racing.. And all you wanted to do was cry, and cry, and cry. This is why you never sleep, this is why you don’t talk, and this is why you never trust anyone.

“ Y/n.. talk to me.”

You hear his small plead, but you still stay in your position and let the tears that once brimmed your eyes fall down your cheeks. All you could think was how you were stupid enough to think you were even safe here.. To even think you let him get that far. You’re stupid, stupid, stupid little girl.

“It isn’t your fault, if I had known.. I knew he was too friendly, I- I should have seen it, the signs…”

“ No it's my fault, it’s my fault! If I were more alert, had I just not even said hello to him! And he.. He.. tried to! And I almost.. and what if he.. I was so weak in comparison, if he hadn’t removed his hand from my head I wouldn’t have.. what if others joined him.. he said it was a bet.. a bet. I— others want to do this to me.. why do they want to hurt me..” You cry to yourself curling into a small ball.

“ Y/n, it’s Not your fault, you did nothing! None of this is your fault-“ he tries to reach for your but you jump from the contact itself.

"Do. Not. touch me… Just leave.”

“ Y/n-“

“LEVI I SAID LEAVE! please just leave, why won’t anyone listen to me.” Your shout turns to a small whisper to yourself in the end. Levi had never seen you like this… just hearing your voice and your reaction to his touch just raised the anger in him. He was back to seeing red, and hearing his heart pounds in his ear, Conner is going to regret this.

Levi leaves from his spot but bids you a small goodbye, and in return all he heard were you small cries and shaky breaths. Levi is wasting no time to reach his destination, as he walks toward the Cell.

Once he reaches the destination, he opens the cell door and walks in, Conner lifts his hanging head up to see who it was.

“ about time you woke up.” Levi walks towards person, Conner doesn't speak or say a word..

“ So mind telling me what this bet was about before I beat it out of you?”

“Noth-“

*punch*

“ I guess *punch* I didn’t *punch* make myself clear *punch* what was the bet about”

“ It was a stupid joke!”

“ no the only thing stupid here is you, so answer the damn question before I beat it out of you”

“ I wasn’t the only one involved okay!”

“ keep staying the obvious and I’ll start pulling out your nails, one by one, what was the bet about and WHO ELSE was part of this”

Conner just sits in silence refusing to answer the question.. Levi scoffs knowing the response, he walks out of the cell to go grab the pliers. Hell be using.

Pathetic, he would rather stay quiet than speak up, not like him staying quiet will benefit him in the end. Levi thinks to himself.

When levi comes back to the cell all he sees is you standing over Conner. The knife in your hand is covered in blood. He looks down to see a pool of blood creating a stream in his direction.

“ y/n… what did you do”

“ I told him I’ll kill him, I never break promises.” You walk away from the dead body and pass Levi without a second word.

He watches you walk away like you did nothing, like what you had done was normal to you, no second thoughts, no hesitation..

You walked back to where you were told to stay and in your journey back, you passed by many of your fellow members.. Whispers can be heard, mutters of “ is that blood?” You paid no mind to them, i mean how could you.. You just killed a man.. Their life, their blood was on your hands.. On your shaky hands, on your conscience.. And the memory is forever in your head. And like many years ago, you remembered why you never spoke a word.

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you can make headcanons about klaus mikaelson courting you☺

Klaus courting you would include

(I had to actually google what courting means so hopefully I have the right definition)

So Klaus had decided that for the longest time he wanted to marry you which then made him paranoid then that made him worried that he wasn't good enough for you

The first person here told that he was planning to court you was cami while she was writing his memoirs “do you think someone who has done what I've done would ever get a chance that the ending” he asked “I believe that you've changed your circumstances and what was going on in your life back then it's completely different to now so yes I believe you could have a happy ending what's this about” cami asked

“It’s y/n I've planned to ask her to marry me” needlessly to say that cami was excited then saw that Klaus had doubts but being the therapist friend that she is cami helps him by creating a list of things he needs to do before he proposes

Examples of that is asking one of your parents for your hand in marriage, where he plans to proposes and engagement ring

About a month later you noticed a lot how Klaus was acting differently so every day you would ask “are you okay babe” to which you would also receive the same reply everyday “yes sweetheart everything is fantastic” he would say with a half smile half smirk on his face and you didn’t want to push it so you left it be

“Love I have some a little bit of business that I need to take care of I want to take you out tonight so wear something nice” that’s all he said before he left

In which you ran to Rebekah’s room trying your hardest not to cry you had explained how Klaus had been acting and you were extremely anxious that he was going to break up with you tonight

That had Rebekah’s Bestie mode activated she left almost immediately after comforting you

Rebekah found Klaus and started yelling at him “seriously Klaus after everything that the two of you had been through your dumping her” Bex was hitting her brother with all of the strength she had acquired over the past 1000 years since she became a vampire

Klaus was confused he wasn’t planning to break up with you in fact he was doing the exact opposite “little sister I’m not planning anything like that…look” that snapped the blonde vampire out of her rage

She looked down at the ring that brought instant tears to her eyes and a smile she couldn’t conceal pulling him into a hug “congratulations Nik” she say “don’t congratulate me yet she hasn’t said yes” Klaus did really well trying to keep himself level headed “of course she will” Rebekah encourages

When you left to go meet Klaus you were so nervous to say the least he had booked out the top restaurant floor that overlooks where you had met the first time

When you arrived no one really spoke although in Klaus’s defence he had tried to calm his nerves the last months planning would mean nothing depending on these next few moments

Initially you had met Klaus for the first time at 7:16 it was now 7:14 Klaus started his speech

Y/n contrary to what you may think I did not Bring you up here to break up with you look over there it’s where we had met for the first time you had just finished dinner with your friends and were waiting for a cab I offered you a ride and you turned me down because I was a stranger with that tiny interaction I was already infatuated with the thought of you so all those times I ran into you were not an accident with little effort you made it into my heart so I stand here now overlooking the place where one moment changed my life asking you to be my wife…will you marry me y/n he knelt down

OMG yes you screamed he slid the beautiful engagement ring on your finger you practically jumped into his lap you kissed him then with so much passion and love and relief

When you made it home everyone cheered and when the both of you went to bed he whispered in my ear ever so quietly “I can’t wait for you to be my wife

The end

That’s is my first ever tumblr request done if you want me to change anything I can but I hope you like it

Not proof read

Requests are open

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life and life only (paul/victoria) (pg-13) (part 17 of ?)

Mermaid AU. Paul lives in isolation in a sunken ship with his sister, until a new mer comes by to see his ship, and he starts to reassess the human world, and vie for stardom within it.

In this chapter: Victoria finally confesses her past in the human world to Paul.

She brought him plants the next day, when they met for brunch. A ficus (he recognized it because Bill had one in his office), paperwhites, and a cutting of a small vined plant striped with purple and green.

“I don’t know what it is,” she admitted. “One of my friends gave me a cutting of it a couple months ago, though. It should root before you go to Hawaii. It grows like crazy, even when I forget to water it.”

He was hoping he could get her to come with him. He could imagine the look on Peter’s face when he met him by the gate with Victoria on his arm.

“Thanks.” He couldn’t help but touch the leaves of each plant, checking even the undersides of the leaves and the stems for signs of disease, disease he didn’t even know how to combat here. A garden on land would be so different to a garden in the ocean, he knew. But they all looked healthy and whole. He pointed to the purple cutting. “Will that one be okay if I leave it in the water for a week?”

“I’m not sure. You can try.” Victoria paused. “I’d put it in some potting soil as soon as it rooted if I were you, though, to stabilize it.”

He nodded.

“I haven’t got anything for you.”

“You got me brunch.”

“That’s nothing.” He was only nibbling at the pancakes and scones on his plate. He had a sudden craving for smoked salmon-- not an offering at this restaurant-- and tried to settle for some bacon instead. It was a pretty lousy substitute. Six years here now and he still only really liked the fish and sweets of the human world.

Six years. How long had she been in the human world now? Had she landlocked? How long was it, really? Ace had made that wild claim years ago, about her being born human, but-- he couldn’t ask her to confirm. He didn’t have the words to.

“Would you like to come by my place? It’s not very far.”

“Paul--”

“It’s beautiful. It’s real beautiful, I think you’d like it.” His mouth crooked up slightly. “And if you hate it, I’ll tear it all down once I get my next advance.”

She didn’t hate his apartment. That was a relief, because he still felt like he had all those years ago, when he’d shown her his ship. The antiques looked worn, and the Tiffany lamp looked tawdry. It never felt good enough around anyone, and it certainly didn’t feel good enough for her.

The two of them put the plants she’d brought him by the kitchen windowsill. Everything was almost untouched in that area from when he’d last gotten it designed and redesigned. In fact, there was barely any food in the kitchen, apart from some Tabs, cereal, and an untouched six-pack of beer.

“I get everything delivered,” he had to admit. “I’m on the road so much, I’m barely ever here. I-in fact, I was… it hasn’t been all that long since I was still staying with the Eisens.”

“You stayed with them for years, and you still call them that.”

“That’s what they are.” He got a glass from the cabinet, filling it up with water from the tap as he spoke. Despite what she’d said, the purple and green cutting already looked wilted.

“They took care of you.”

“I rented a room from them,” he said shortly, watering each of the plants in turn. “I like Mrs. Eisen okay. She liked me. Her husband didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno. I dunno that I’d like getting some teenager dumped on me, either. I dunno that he even likes pretending I’m his son. He ought to. I bought them a house last year.”

“Do you hear from Julia?”

“Not much.”

“You said she was going to have a baby.” Victoria had perched herself on the kitchen counter. If he squinted, he could almost see her back so many years ago, sitting with him on the Lord Stanley’s smokestack. “Did she?”

“Yeah. A little girl.”

“Do you see her?”

“I’ve only seen her once.” He didn’t know why Victoria was picking subjects like that. His cousin, his sister, his niece. He’d given her that rundown the night before. Maybe he was getting too used to being able to brush off difficult conversations, to steer them away like a nosy interviewer. “Julia doesn’t want to see me, okay? She only reached out to help her kid. Nothing really changed.”

Victoria looked like she was about to smile.

“Nothing, huh?”

“She doesn’t…” he trailed, suddenly hopeless. “People get funny, y’know? The roadies will do anything for you, the management, the hotel people… the fans, everything. They make you think you’re above it all. But when I saw her and Erica, I was right back down to being myself again.”

“That wasn’t such a bad self, Paul.”

“You don’t get it. I wasn’t some rockstar to her. I wasn’t somebody to be looked up to. I was just her deaf kid brother. That’s all I’d ever be to her. I’d just gotten a little money, that was all.”

Victoria pursed her lips, hoisting herself from the countertop back to the lacquered wood floor. She reached for his arm.

“You can’t change people’s perceptions. They have to do that for themselves.”

“I guess.” Funny how he could still talk to her like before. Be nakedly honest. Truth was at such a premium in his world now. He shrugged, trying to shake off his own thoughts, or at least, keep them from circling around the same sorry subject. “How’s your family, Victoria? You never really talk about anyone but Omar.”

“Oh, they’re all fine. It was my mom and stepfather’s anniversary two weeks ago.”

“I didn’t even know you had a stepfather.”

“My parents divorced when I was a kid,” she said shortly. “Come on now. You’re slacking on your grand tour, Paulie.”

And there it was. One single offhand comment. Just enough to send his heart into an offbeat rhythm, for all the wrong reasons. He looked over at her, unable, unwilling to stop himself.

“Mer don’t divorce, Victoria. They don’t even marry. They mate off. If something happens, the ’maid goes back with her kids to her parents’ ship. But they never divorce.”

“My parents landlocked. I told you.”

“When you were a kid? They couldn’t have done it when you were a kid. They couldn’t have taken you with them.” The words dropped like pebbles out of his throat. He had suspected for so long that something was wrong. Ever since seeing that photo. “VICKI, AGE 6, 1955” had burned in his brain for years before Ace had said a word. “You told me you weren’t from my part of the ocean. I always tried to believe you. But you didn’t grow up in the ocean at all, did you, Victoria?”

“Paul--”

“Why rail me over the interviews when you never even told me where you came from? Never told me about your parents, or you, or--”

“Paul, please, listen--”

“You said you never liked lying anymore than you had to. But you lied to me. You didn’t tell me.” Paul swallowed hard. “I always showed you my whole world, every lousy bit of it, and you couldn’t even–”

“Paul!”

Her face was waxy, blue eyes watering up.

“I’ll tell you. I’ve always owed you that.”

Her parents were raised off the Connecticut coast, on sunken ships whose names Paul didn’t recognize. Her father had set off for New York when he was seventeen. Her mother had done the same at eighteen, more than a decade later, just after the war.

At the time, there was a sort of enclave of a few hundred mer in the Manhattan area. How long it had been there, Victoria didn’t know. Some had intermarried with the humans-- generally, the immigrant humans, Jewish, Italian, and so on, who were less likely to question their lack of a history, their eccentricities. But often enough, one landlocked mer would marry another who’d recently come ashore. So it was with Victoria’s parents, who had never met in the sea. Her father had gotten her mother established with a job and apartment; in turn, her mother married him after a two year courtship. In another two years, Victoria was born, there in a proper hospital like any human.

Nothing was wrong. Nothing seemed wrong. Her parents worked on Broadway. Milton was a stage manager; Janet was an actress and a singer. At six they had maneuvered Victoria into her first performances.

“Mom was insistent on that. She wanted that opportunity for me.” Victoria wasn’t looking at Paul at all as she spoke. “It was fun. I was even on a record for a children’s choir.”

She would take her to model for catalogs, too. Her mother would roll her stick-straight hair into tight curls, bemoaning how the honey-blonde locks were slowly going light brown and ordinary. Victoria never cared for the bright lights and the stiff poses in the studio. But the stage was different, more intimate. Closer to what she really thought she wanted.

“Then, when I was eleven, I started getting sick. I was in bed for two weeks. I started having problems with my skin.” Victoria was saying it very slowly, very carefully. Only the glassiness in her eyes was betraying her now. “I’d always had a birthmark on my leg. I still do. That little red one I showed you.”

Paul nodded. He was feeling sick to his stomach already.

“It started to get bigger. I was getting this patching all over my legs. My parents took me to all these doctors, and they couldn’t figure it out. They thought it was an allergy, some kind of reaction, but that wasn’t it. They couldn’t help me.

“My parents figured it out before everything finished. Nobody they knew had ever had that happen before. Nobody. They were just scared, Paul. You can’t blame them.”

They took her to California on the advice of some of the other landlocked mer. By that point she was having trouble walking; the patches had spread significantly on her legs, and they were itchy and painful. The Pacific waters were supposed to be soothing.

“I walked into the ocean, but I couldn’t go back.”

“Couldn’t go back?”

“I couldn’t go… Paulie…”

She’d transformed. Reverted, really. It shouldn’t have been possible. Her mother blamed not having been landlocked when Victoria had been born, as if that wasn’t common. Her father had suspected that her birthmark was a sign of some congenital abnormality, but there wasn’t ever any consensus. It didn’t matter. The damage was done.

She didn’t walk again for a full year. Her parents pulled her out of school and bought a one-story house in California, with a tall fence and a pool. She had a wheelchair for getting around the house, and every weekend, her father would take her out in a motorboat off the coast and let her swim there for hours.

Her career was over, of course. No more singing, no more modeling. Her parents’ marriage was over. Her mother remarried a human and moved back to New York, had another little girl when Victoria was thirteen, a black-haired, blue-eyed baby without a blemish. By that point, Victoria had clawed her way into staying human for six, sometimes seven hours at a time. Pretty miraculous, Paul thought-- at that age, he’d never tried to stay human for more than two or three. She’d hoped to maintain the form long enough to go back to school. But there was something else. She was hoping her mother would look towards her again.

By fourteen she didn’t need the chair anymore. By fifteen she was back in school, generally only going mer late at night sometimes in the pool. She would take the boat out herself now on occasion, but she never went far enough out to find any other mer.

By sixteen she had begged her way back to New York to live with her mother. She’d stayed there for years, apart from a short shoot for The Virginian when she was visiting her father over the summer in California. She’d tried to piece things back together. Forge something. Push herself back onstage, back under the lights.

“It wasn’t just for my mother,” she protested. “It was partly for her, but partly for me, too. If I could be onstage again, without worrying, that would mean everything really was normal. I wanted that so badly.”

“Why did you come out to New York? To the mer, I mean. I would’ve thought…” he trailed, shrugging helplessly. “It ruined things for you. Why would you ever go looking for us?”

“Because I’d never done it before. And because I thought there might be something out there for me.” Victoria rubbed the side of her face. “I don’t mean I wanted to live out in one of the ships. But my parents never really told me much about the mer. They treated it like something I had to get over. It… it was a burden on them. It was like if they didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t exist past me.

“It was Omar that finally told me where the New York mer lived. He said they were very poor, and not to expect much. The day I met you was only the second time I’d really gone that far out into the sea. You know the rest, Paul.”

She was holding out on him. There were details she hadn’t given him, things she’d smoothed over. He was sure of it. He wondered. Maybe she’d liked him, at first, because his deformity was on the outside. Because he was as alone and despised as she had surely been. And yet he wished she’d had the guts to tell him. He thought he would have understood. It could have brought them closer together in those wild, scant days when they were courting.

Were they courting now?

Would they ever court again?

His eyes traveled back to that pink mark on her skin, so akin to the purple patches that never had disappeared from his own, and something deep within his spine shivered. She didn’t know. What Ace had said, about a mutation, about having trouble landlocking… she didn’t know at all.

“How long do you have, Victoria?”

“Until?”

“Until you landlock.”

“I don’t know. It’s ten years, right? So I must’ve done it already.” Her mouth lifted up, trembling only a little. “Let’s not talk about that anymore. Show me the rest of your apartment. Fill me in on everything.”

His mouth met hers on instinct, arms wrapping around her, and she clung to him as though he were driftwood in a storm.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #mermaid au #paul stanley

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When a game is over and all hidden things have been found, what is there left to do? Move on. That's what you would have liked to have done after finishing the disappointing secret ending of a popular otome game. But when the story is over, and all things were said and done, you find yourself trapped in that very game. Faced with the task to keep everyone alive, can you make it to the end without falling in love?

Long read ahead

Chapter Two

Fish Out of Water

The vividness of the dream was incomparable to any dream you had in the past, you could still feel the pseudo pain in your head from where it made contact with the side table. Although you assume you weren’t sleeping for long, since the position of the sun hasn’t changed much, you are surprised to see that your bedside alarm clock now reads 7:15am.

Blinking, you tilted your head in confusion. You could have sworn that it was almost eight o’clock from when you last checked the time. Shaking your head, you dismiss the thought, reasoning that you were half asleep when you finished the game so it was likely that you were remembering things wrong.

Thinking nothing of the situation, you lay back down in bed, comforters pulled over you, ready to fall asleep. Only thing is though, you can’t. You weren’t tired anymore. “Dagnabbit!” You pushed the blankets down so that they were just below your bust, huffing all the while. You didn’t have time to complain to yourself about your lack of drowsiness because your mother called for you from downstairs.

“Y/n!” She hollered. “You need to get ready for school!”

‘School?’ you questioned yourself. ‘But isn't it Saturday?’ Throwing the covers to one side of your bed, you stood up and left your room. Standing in the hall, you leaned over the stair rails and replied “Isn’t today Saturday?”

“Saturday? No, Honey, today's Monday.” Your mother rounded the corner, now coming into view looking quite puzzled, laundry basket resting on her hip.

“Wait, but I thought yesterday was Friday. You’re sure it’s Monday?” You crinkled your eyebrow in confusion. There was no way that you slept through the whole weekend. Your parents wouldn't have allowed it.

The expression on your mother’s face contorted into one of concern. “Are you feeling okay? The doctor did say you might experience mild confusion, but I thought that already passed.” Doctor? What doctor? What was she saying? You didn’t go to the doctor’s. You just got back from school and were playing your game. When did you need to go to the doctor’s? You lifted your hand to rub your temples to soothe your forming headache, but stopped when you felt the familiar texture of a gauze bandage.

Flinching your hand back, you were confused as to when that got there. Thinking back on it, you begin to question whether or not falling into the bedside table actually was a dream. Did that actually happen? you pondered. Did I really knock myself out because of a stupid table?

Noticing your mother’s still concerned expression, you straightened up a bit and said, “Sorry. I guess I just forgot, heh.” You awkwardly laughed, trying your best to ease the tension. “This whole thing felt like a dream.”

Your mother’s shoulders relaxed a little but her face still expressed concern. “Maybe you shouldn’t go to school today,” she said. “Let me go get your father, see if he can take us to the hospital on the way to work.” She readjusted the laundry basket and began walking into the dinning room, leaving you to stumble after her.

“Darling, I think Y/n needs to go back to the doctors! She seems even more confused than when it first happened.”

Your father, who was sitting in his chair reading the newspaper, folded the paper up and turned his full attention to you. “Y/n, Dear, are you still feeling unwell?” He spoke with a gentle tone. Like your mother, his face had the same worried expression.

Now understanding the situation, you quickly tried to calm your parents. “No, no! I’m fine. I just had a dream about what happened and when I woke up I thought it all was just a dream. I didn’t mean to worry you.” You fiddled with your fingers, looking down slightly ashamed.

Both of your parents look more relieved than before but they still looked worried. But that's just what parents do, you suppose. They shared one last worried look between themselves before they fully relaxed. “Okay, if you are sure that you are doing fine,” your mother started to say, taking a sharp breath in between her sentences. “Then we will drop it for now but know that we will be monitoring your health.”

You sighed in relief, glad that you won’t be unceremoniously rushed to the hospital for an injury that doesn’t even hurt anymore. “That’s fine, I’m gonna get ready for school now.” Your parents smiled kindly at you, each giving their own ‘I love you’ before you made your way back to your room.

In your room, you began to pull at your bandage. ‘This bandage probably needs to be changed out.’ You had no idea how long you’ve had it on, in fact, you were uncertain how long it has been since the fall. Surely it couldn’t have been more than a day or two. Standing in front of your vanity mirror, you started to pull off the used bandage.

The gauze bandage was cut into a square and had two pieces of medical tape vertically running over it. When it was removed, a large gash, that was stitched together with two stitches, was clearly visible. You winced at its appearance, knowing full well that it was gonna leave a nasty scar. On your vanity stand was a fresh pack of gauzes and an antibacterial ointment, a brand that you weren't familiar with. Your mother must have left them for you here.

Carefully, you used the swab that was provided with the ointment to dab it on the wound. While you were trying to position the bandage in what you felt was the right spot, your eyes wandered for a moment to the multi-colored sticky notes that you had posted around your mirror. They had motivational messages written on them that you picked out to give yourself a little emotional boost. You smiled in fondness at them, reading over a few as you began to add the tape but paused when you realized something. The language you originally wrote the notes in was English, you were born in America after all, but the language written on these sticky notes were not in English. Instead, written plain as day, was Japanese hiragana.

You quickly applied the last piece of tape before grabbing a few of your sticky notes, starting at them in disbelief. Rereading the text over, and over again. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that you could now understand the language. It didn’t matter if you couldn’t understand it before, like a puzzle piece fitting into place, you were perfectly reading the Japanese lettering. “What the heck?” You said to yourself. “How is this…” your sentence trailed off but your mind continued to wander. ‘How is this possible?’ Your eyes widened in yet another realization.

This whole time, without you even realizing, you have been speaking perfect Japanese, a language you were not that familiar with. The entire conversation that you had with your parents just felt natural. So natural, in fact, you didn’t even realize that both you and your parents weren’t even speaking English, nor were you speaking any other language that your and your family might have used before.

Scrambling around your room, opening drawer after drawer, reading through papers and old school work, books and documents. The contents remained the same but now everything was written using the Japanese written language. Several unlikely scenarios plagued your mind as to why this could be. Maybe someone was playing a prank on you. Your parents, or even Ashleigh, could be behind it. But would any of them really play this kind of prank on you after a traumatic head injury? No, your parents are too kind and even Ashleigh knows when things are too far.

Another thing that needs to be explained was your new found ability to speak and understand Japanese. You never out right tried to learn the language, regardless of your racial background, so to be able to fluently speak it was absurd. Your parents didn’t seem to think that anything was wrong, so then what was going on? A person having their accent changed after a head injury has been reported before but never has there been a person who was able to fluently speak a new language.

Still going through your room, you also find a few new pieces of confusing evidence. First, in your closet was a school uniform, neatly pressed and hung up. The uniform consisted of a navy blue blazer with a matching pleated skirt, a white dress shirt, and a red bow. Nothing stuck out about it, the only thing strange was that it was in your closet. Your school didn’t have uniforms, so you were confused as to why it could be here, in your closet of all places.

The second strange piece of evidence was a folded piece of paper, found at the bottom of your bookbag, that looked slightly worn from being folded over and over again. After unfolding it, you discover that it was a school schedule, apparently it was your school schedule. Now that would have been the strangest thing about this information, a school schedule that is owned by you styled for Japanese schools, if it wasn’t for the name of the school printed on it, Kibou High School. A fictional high school located in a fictional town, somewhere in Akita Prefecture, Japan. It was the setting of the game that you were playing right before you fell.

Leaving behind a mess of paperwork and clothes, you scrambled to grab your phone from off of your desk. Turning it on, you make a small note of its charging percentage, 15%. Using the search engine, you look up your current location and stare dumbfounded at the screen when the results eventually pop up. You were in the town of Yamamomiji, named after the lush forest surrounding it which was made almost entirely of Japanese maple trees. You were no longer in America.

For a second, after taking several other seconds to compose yourself, you think about taking your parents up on their offer to visit the hospital but decided against the idea. If what you're thinking is actually true, you might end up getting yourself committed if you go around telling doctors that you were born in America and fear you are stuck in a video game. Maybe you’re insane. Maybe you are in a coma after hitting your head too hard on a dumb bedside table. You don’t know what to think right now.

Slumping in your desk chair, you stare blankly at the desk for a few seconds, lost in thought, but from the corner of your eye you spot a date on your calendar that was circled in red marker. Picking it up, you read what is written in the circle. Save her. The simple proclamation confused you, ‘Save her? What does that mean? Save who?’ You were sure that you never wrote that there. The calendar was used to keep track of important dates and deadlines, mainly for school work; an ominous note had no place on it.

You found the new note to be both strange and confusing, but on closer inspection of the date that was specifically circled, you realize that not only was it a Thursday, three days from now, but it was also the day that the body of Makino Himari was found. Now you understand what Save her meant. Not only that, but at the turn of the next page there was another circled date, and another, and then another. The date of every character that either died or went missing was circled in bright red marker.

By the time you were finished changing into the school uniform, and made your way downstairs, the time was already 8:05am. In that time, you came to the conclusion that you were more than likely stuck in a video game. You surmise from the ominous note that in order to hopefully leave this game, you would have to keep everyone alive and find some way to prevent their death. A tall order for a high school girl from another world, a fish out of water.

When you decided to go to school, you first panicked about how you would get there, although this world is trying to tell you that you have lived here your whole life, you had no idea where the school even was. You had no idea where anything was. Instead of winging it and walking aimlessly around town, you did the smart thing and GPSed it. The walk would only be 15 minutes, the perk of a small town.

Your mother was sitting on the couch, folding the laundry from the basket she was carrying earlier, while your father had already left for work just a few moments ago. At your entrance, your mother looked up from the clothes. “Off to school already?” She asked before looking down at her wristwatch. “This early? You haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to give myself a few extra minutes. The walk will help clear my head, don’t worry I will grab something from the convenience store on the way,” was your excuse.

“Well ok then. Be safe and call me if you need anything or if an emergency happens. Also don’t be afraid to call me to come get you if you're not feeling well at school. I will be there immediately.”

You smiled gratefully at her, finding her tendency to worry endearing, “I’ll be fine, Mom, don’t worry. I will be sure to call if I think I need to. See you after school,” you said and waved bye to her, which she reciprocated with her own goodbye, and then you were off. Leaving the house and using the GPS directions so as to not get lost.

Your first step outside almost made you pause in awe. All around were beautiful Japanese maple trees that adorned a vibrant red color. The sight was breathtaking but it also served as a reminder that you were not home, so you trekked on. As you amaze at the scenery around you, occasionally looking at your phone, you begin to ponder how you feel about this whole situation.

Any sane person would rightfully be freaking out, and while you are slightly perturbed, you are acting calmer than what you expected. This could be pertained to the fact that both of your parents are here, with you, and are acting how they normally do. The biggest pillar of support that you had back in your world was your parents, if they weren’t here, and you had to pretend that some random people were your parents, then you would have probably gone crazy. There is also the hope that you can actually go home by the end of this. Or maybe the concept of thwarting the plans of Akui and saving people’s lives has yet to properly register in your mind, and you're still holding onto the miniscule hope that this all was a dream, maybe you would be waking up soon. But with your level of awareness, that theory is unlikely.

So lost in your own thoughts, you don’t realize how low your phone battery has gotten and it dies. You should have charged it. “Oh, no!” You bemoaned in a hushed, but aggressive, tone. That was your only way of finding your way to school. ‘If I was quicker at getting ready then maybe I could have gotten Dad to take me, then I wouldn’t need the dumb GPS.’

Looking around, you try to find anything that could indicate the direction of a school, but there was nothing. You were starting to panic now. Should you go home? But then your mother will ask questions, to which you will have to tell her that you have no idea where your school was at. Not only will she not let you go back to school, but you will probably end up being taken to the hospital. It wouldn’t have been that big a deal if you didn’t need to save Makino. The school is where the main story progresses, if you get taken out for the rest of the week then you would fail your first mission.

“Hey!” someone cheerfully chirped next to you, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. Startled, you sharply turn your head to face them. “You look lost,” A bubbly girl, who you most definitely recognized, stood next to you. “Do you need help?” She asked while smiling warmly at you. Standing before you, in all her radiant glow, was the protagonist of the otome game that you were currently stuck in. Yuki Kobayashi.

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Chapter One

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A/n: Wow. I did not expect to get chapter two out this soon. I have been working on it all week in my spare time, editing this and the old chapter, designing my cover, and gave titles to the chapters. I feel like I accomplished a lot. I do have a habit of being super inspired when I first publish a new idea and publishing a few chapters but then the inspiration leaves and my updates become very sporadic. I hope to keep up the momentum. I created a cover for my book and although I don't think it fits the aesthetic of the story, I still like it. I designed it myself using Canva because I really want to move away from taking random images from Google and using those as the cover. I am very proud of it as well as the title that I gave to chapter two. I might change the title for chapter One later but for right now I can't think of a better one. I also know that we didn't really get to meet any important characters, I mean we do get a glimpse of what Yuki, the OG protag, is kind of like near the end but I really wanted to build up the realization that the reader is no longer in her world and the relationship she has with her parents. I decided on making her and her family originally from America because I feel like it gave more creative freedom on what people want their Reader to look like and what race and ethnic background they want her to have. I am trying to keep her appearance as diverse and blank as I possible can so that readers can picture her anyway they wan to. I am very proud of how it turned out but I feel like the story is progressing too slow but also kind of too fast. Too slow in the regard that it has been two chapters and we are now just barely meeting the main secondary characters but too fast in the way that the reader is having to immediately go into the lions den when she is just slightly figuring things out. I love it though and I think it gives my book character. I hope every reader enjoyed this chapter and please give it a heart if you haven't so that you can continue to follow along with my book. I hope you all have a safe and happy day.

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writingtomynanny · 1 year

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I just typed so much for it to all erase, I am shattered. But im back again nanny, I was trying to tell you that im here for a different reason today. I trust this space with you. I spoke a bit about how I got my new car and ive already come to show you a few times. I told you how when iwas getting the keys and signing it over to my name that I seen you on my phone screen and I gave you the biggest smile. When I was driving it home I came around the corner and the sun rays were beaming down from the sky and I knew that it was you cheering me on. I am very proud of the car I got, I know you would love it. Now ill get onto the bit im here for, cody messaged mum the other day about pumba and also saying about how ive told them not to contact him so goodbye basically. But that’s not the case whats so ever. Ive told mum to message cody a few times, a few times I haven’t but a few I have. When I found out mum messaged him about getting some things I left there., and she told me he went to another funeral my heart hurt so bad. I want nothing but the best for him and you even know that nanny, I tell you enough on our visits. Sometimes ive said I need to get go, but ive never actually let go. He said he has come to the realization that were done, I don’t know if he believes that or not but I got a bit happy knowing that he actually hasn’t let go all these months like ive made myself believe. I thought he resented me and did not like me. But that tells me different and that was enough for me to block him on tiktok which ive not done before. I got mum to message him again to check in, and he said how hes sorry he wasn’t the man I deserved, he was learning to be a man. I know cody enough to know this means hes struggling. And to be completely honest, I have tried to make like im doing okay when everyone knows im not. I am healing, I am growing but im not better. I still love him, I still don’t actually see a future without him. And I don’t picture anyone else taking his place. I don’t know If that’s the trauma bond talking, I don’t know. But I do know that I haven’t come to that realization like he says he has. So I gave a bit back. I didn’t want him to feel like hes putting his heart on the line and getting nothing back. So I got mums phone and I replied saying that she feels the same. I feel more though. I seen he checked my tiktok page, so I gave him a bit and looked back at his so it comes up in his profile views. Then he looked again, so I looked again. I done something sneaky but deleted it, I added in my bio “I miss you” but then deleted it because that’s a bit much to give. He didn’t see it anyway. Then I looked at his, and he looked at mine 2 more times. Im checking every bloody minute at this point, I wonder if hes doing the same thing. I haven’t looked today as I don’t want to give too much, but I keep uploading and deleting things because I don’t know what is too much. I know we have a lot of individual growth to do, we both need to heal, to let go of things and move past. Alone, together, I don’t know. But I refuse to go back to anything like what we had. I don’t know what the future holds, but im not ruling anything out. As long as its growth, healthy and healing I don’t care. Ill do it alone, ill do it with him. But I have goals, I have determination and I have dreams. Theres no going back, only forward. So I welcome whatever comes my way, as long as theres forgiveness and healing. I think about him 24/7. I dream about him, I still see his pictures and call him my bubby. Ive got everything still, all the photos, the things hes got me. Ive got everything.

Anyway nanny im going to wrap this up. Thanks for letting me have this safe space for something different. i am always so safe with you. I love you so much, I will see you soon beautiful.

YNWA <3

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Hearts Of Glass (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x reader

Warning - Language.

Synopsis - Can a healed heart stay healed forever?

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Chapter 7 / Epilogue

3 years later

It's time. Ivar feels it’s time.

So much has happened in the last few years, he is barely the same person as he was when he was with her. His life has changed dramatically. He lives near London now and is the father to a wonderful two year old son.

It was never easy, making his way through the mess of his head. But the intensive therapy to help him sort through the quagmire and, despite having ups and downs, Ivar knows he’s clearer, older, much more equipped to deal with life and it’s emotional challenges than he’s ever been.

One thing hasn’t changed though. He thinks about her everyday. Ivar knows he still loves her and he has missed her every day since she left.

He isn’t angry at her anymore, he has come to understand the reasons she did it. It wasn’t her being selfish, as he thought for a long time, or cowardly. She couldn't be his rehab, she wasn’t his therapist. She had been through enough in her own life to take him on in the state he was in.

He has come to realise she didn't just break his heart by leaving, she broke her own as well.

His therapist has set him a goal to make amends with people, to aid his own healing and over the last 12 months he has been doing as such. He and Sigurd are in a better place because of it. He even spoke to Freydis, just the once, but it brought him some closure in his head. Now it was time for Y/N. The hardest.

He has been dreading this. He has searched for her over the years on social media, she is on there but all her profiles are private and the profile pictures give nothing away about her personal life. He has written countless messages to her but deleted them all. There is no way of doing this but face to face. He knows he is being selfish. He needs to see her to make up for the past, but mostly he wants her back. In his arms, in his bed and he wants to be back in her heart. She never left his.

Thora finally gave in and gave him her address. She really did not want to, he has asked countless times over the years for her number and address but Thora has always refused. She sees the change in him now though. She understands the need. He asks about her situation but Thora refuses him, it is not her place to share information about Y/N with him. She had always drawn a very firm line in that respect.

He has Google maps open as he drives, trying to find her house. She lives in a village in the south of England, a little over 2 hours from where he lives now. Very quaint, he thinks with a little grin as he searches for her house. He finds it eventually and there is a big red door in the middle of the property. His stomach flips over and over as he makes his way up the path. The path to her. He knocks twice and waits.

A very tall man answers the door. Ivar is shocked for a minute, looking at the door number hoping he has the wrong house, but he doesn’t. He looks back at the man who opened the door and he sees a flicker of recognition and maybe disappointment cross his face. A million thoughts rush through his mind. Of course she’s with someone, why would he think she would be single after all this time. His stomach drops at the realisation and, not for the first time since he made the decision to come here he has started to rethink. His body is rapidly moving into flight mode; he starts to take a step back and turns his body away.

“Ivar?” Tall Man asks. Ivar whips his head back to face the man and nods stiffly. Tall Man stares at him as if trying to decide what to do. A massive sigh escapes the stranger, he moves aside and extends a reluctant arm into the house as an invitation. Ivar is confused and is stuck to the spot for a few seconds.

“Come on in, I am sure she would like to see you.”

This was not the response Ivar is expecting; a punch in the face from this new guy, maybe, a warning to fuck off and stay away, but not an invitation in.

They walk through the house into the kitchen. Ivar looks around the place and sees her everywhere. He also sees glimpses of himself and his heart swells in pride. He sees one of his photos hung on the wall, the one with Hvitserk and Thora dancing on one of their nights out. He sees the picture of her he took in the midst of their relationship. It’s a profile shot of her, her face tilted to the side and up slightly, as if she hasn’t felt the sun on her face for years.

He remembers the day. They had packed a picnic and took it to the park, the weather suited them both, not too hot for him, not too cold for her. They had been open to each other, content and happy. It was before the insecurities overtook him, before the guilt overtook her. The few precious months when they were together and neither of their pasts had crept in and destroyed them.

It’s his favourite picture he has ever taken. He has the same one on his wall at home.

He can see a picture of her when she was much younger, late teens maybe, laughing with a man, next to it is a picture of her in a wedding dress next to the same man. Wow, so that is Him.

Ivar has never seen a picture of Him. He didn’t look as Ivar imagined, his hair was a mass of tight, black curls and he was built like an athlete, tall and lean. Gods, she looks happy in those pictures. His Y/N. The photo next to it is of her and Him with the South American waterfall in the background, the same waterfall that hung on her wall in Kattegat years ago. No wonder she was annoyed at him the first time they met and he questioned her about it.

He also can see a smaller frame on the wall but can’t make out what’s in it, stepping forward he can see what it is and his mouth curls up into a smile, a sad smile. It’s a portion of map and in the middle is a red pin, stuck into Kattegat.

They were fated. He had always known it.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when Tall Man calls out.

“Oi, someone is here to see you, you little troll!” He looks Ivar up and down, a tiny hint of a sneer on his face.

Ivar’s head whips around. Tall Man’s flippant words send a prickle of annoyance over Ivar’s skin. His face pulls into a scowl.

Movement catches his eye from the window that leads to the garden, he sees her as she floats in through the kitchen door. His breath catches.

She looks every bit as beautiful as he remembers. She is wearing shorts and a plain white t-shirt, tanned skin smooth and inviting, as it always had been. Her hair is a bit darker than when he last saw her. His heart stops and his breath hitches in his throat. She's taken his breath away. Butterflies don't do the feeling in his stomach justice.

“Eat a dick I am not a troll!” she shouts at Tall Man before seeing the look on his face and turning her eyes to find Ivar there.

She stops in her tracks, an expression on her face that Ivar can’t read. He stares into her jewelled almond eyes again; he has dreamt of them so often in the last three years, they are exactly the same, maybe a couple more laughter lines in the corners. Good, he thinks, laughter has been part of her life since us.

As she is stuck to her spot staring at him, Ivar notices a child on her hip.

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You walk in through the kitchen door, you aren't sure who is here, maybe the neighbour who was supposed to be dropping back the lawn mower you lent her.

“Eat a dick I am not a troll!” you shout at Mark as you give Rosie a little jiggle on your hip, making the toddler giggle.

Then you see Ivar standing in her kitchen.

The blood rushes through your ears and you feel dizzy. He's not really here, you bloody idiot, get more sleep! You blink multiple times and he is still there. Your mind goes blank. Your next thoughts are to run to him, to throw your arms around him and kiss his beautiful face and tell him he has never left your thoughts or heart. But your body won't allow for it and your rational brain is grateful.

You see his eyes slide down your body to Rosie sitting on your hip. He stares at Rosie, then to Mark. He is searching her face and looking back at Mark, clearly seeing the family resemblance. Ivars eyes find their way back to you and you suddenly realise what he thinks he is seeing. Your mouth falls open, and you can feel heat in your face and on your chest.

“I've made a mistake coming here,” Ivar mutters, his voice tight, as he waves a hand between you and Mark. Ivar thinks this a family scene. His brow furrows and he again finds her eyes, his slightly misty.

“Aunty Y/N, who is that?” Rosie asks, pointing at Ivar.

Mark walks toward you and plucks Rosie out of your arms.

“Come with me baby girl, let’s go and see what mummy is doing in the garden.”

Ivar's face is confused at first, and you can almost see the cogs turning in his brain. When he figures out that he is not looking at a mother, father and their child, you see him let out a very slow, relieved breath.

Mark turns his back towards Ivar and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“You OK?” Mark's eyes are searching your face. You look at him and give him a quick nod and he squeezes your shoulder.

“I’m just outside if you need me, OK? I will make sure Lils does not interrupt you.” He glances back to Ivar, “nice to meet you” Mark says tersely, giving Ivar a hard stare before he walks out the kitchen door.

You stare at each other for a few seconds.

“Hi Y/N. Surprise!” It comes out more of a question than a statement.

You clear your throat. “You are fucking right about that,” you reply softly and you can feel your shoulders are still tense. You are now aware you haven't moved a muscle since you saw him. “Why are you here?” You ask in a daze.

A fleeting look of hurt crosses his face, and you grimace.

“I’m sorry, that came out way more rude than I meant it to,” you quickly say. “I’m just in total shock that you are in front of me. Am I dreaming? Did I take a whole bunch of drugs?” You are questioning yourself.

He lets out a huffed laugh “No, I’m really here. I’m sorry to just show up here after all this time. Can I have a glass of water, my mouth is dry.” The request makes you move from the spot you have been stuck to. “Or something stronger, I am nervous,” he jokes, rubbing his palms together.

You get two glasses of water and gesture for him to sit down at the table. He takes you up on the offer and you take the seat next to him. His face is serene as he stares at you.

You sit in silence for a minute, eyes taking each other in. Your eyes wander to his hair which is different, he still wears it shaved on the sides but it's short on top now. He runs his hand through his hair and you smile. He has read your thoughts, not for the first time. His eyes seem less tortured, maybe that's just what you want to see.

“That guy, not your husband then?” Ivar asks, taking a big gulp of water.

“No,” you scoff, “that giant giraffe is Mark, Lily’s husband. The baby is theirs. No husband for me.” Relief floods his face and your stomach flips.

He clears his throat, clearly readying himself for something.

“I have been going to therapy, Y/N, for a long time now. My therapist wants me to make amends with people from my past to help me heal and move on.”

Now your stomach drops knowing that he is here for cathartic reasons, to ‘move on’ as he put it. He isn’t here for me, you blink quickly to stop tears being produced.

“I’ve worked on my relationship with Sigurd,” he laughs. “Although he’s still thoroughly dislikable I can be around him without wanting to inflict harm.” You sneer slightly at the memories of Sigurd being a twat.

“I met up with Freydis...” Your eyes widened at this news. “Yeah, just the once. It took all the new skills I've learned to be able to do that, believe me, but I said what I needed to say to her and I felt much better for it. Like a weight was lifted.”

You study his face, it has changed, you can see it now. He seems more mature than in Kattegat. The clenched jaw is gone and he has a relaxed air about him.

“And...and I have a son.” The news hits you like a 10 tonne truck, directly in your stomach. Married with a child you realise. His smile is so genuine and happy that you are unable to stop these tears. You wipe them away quickly. You are so happy for him but it hurts like hell.

“Ivar, I am so happy for you, that’s great news. What’s his name? How old is he?” You are genuinely interested even though it’s ripping you to shreds. He pulls out his phone and shows you a picture of a baby version of himself. The eyes, the hair, the scowl! “Oh Ivar, he is beautiful, he looks just like you!” You sniff.

“His name is Igor, wasn’t my first choice, but his mother is Russian and you can’t really argue with a pregnant lady…” he chuckles.

The mention of his partner sends a jolt of pain through your chest. This might be therapy for him but this isn’t good for you. This is tearing open old scars which have taken years to heal properly. He will never know how much leaving him tore you apart.

“I am sure you are a very happy family,” you force out, trying to sound as happy as possible but the tears falling betray your real emotion. His brow knots together.

“No, no, Y/N sorry, I didn’t explain myself properly. Igor’s mother and I are not together. We actually never were, well, for a couple of nights but nothing more. She married someone when Igor was a year old. Great guy, English, we get on really well and he is amazing with Igor. They moved to London a few months ago so I live here now. I’m not with anyone,” he explains, with wide eyes.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His face softens. He lives in England? Oh god, that information is going to take a minute to get used to, you think to yourself.

You want to change the subject, it’s too tense and you are struggling to hold it together.

“Right, so why exactly are you here, Ivar?” you ask softly, trying not to sound too abrupt. He sucks in a massive breath.

“To apologise to you for the person I was, for frightening you. To apologise for everything I put you through. When I was on my way back from the trip before you left, I had decided I was going to get help to change. I had set up an appointment to talk to someone. When I got home to the empty house, and your letter, I felt like my heart had been torn out. I knew I had let you down, I should have never been the one to make you feel unsafe or cause you to cry, I’m sorry I didn’t protect your heart better, Y/N. I was a mess after, I went from being devastated to hating you for leaving me.” He reaches for your hands but you pull them away and start to stand up from the table.

“I can’t do this, Ivar,” a sob escaping your mouth, his words slowly breaking your wounds open, fibre by fibre.

“Please Y/N. Just let me say what I need to say. I know it’s selfish of me, but I need you to hear this.” You sit down slowly and look out of the window, looking anywhere to avoid his eyes.

“I get it now. You took a huge risk in letting me into your heart and I didn’t hold up my end of the deal. I let my past darken me and it caused you to doubt us. I ruined us. I caused it all.” He looks at his hands and his tears fall.

“Ivar, that’s not true. I had my shit as well. I freaked out and I shouldn’t have let it build up in my head. I allowed your behaviour, I never called you out on it, I just wanted you to be happy and I lost myself in the process. That was on me, not you. I do hate this wanky term but I became your enabler--” You air quote it the word enabler. ”-- and when I realised what I had become, it was too late. I expected our new relationship to have the same dynamic as my fifteen year one. I wish I could have stuck around and worked it out with you, but it all brought up so many unresolved issues. It was best for us both that I left.” You exhale loudly and it’s shaky. You had talked this through with your counsellor years ago, you are surprised by the amount of pain that still comes along with the subject.

This is torture.

You feel a black hole hovering near you, waiting to suck you back in. You are starting to get annoyed at him for bringing you back to this place. You aren’t going to hold it together much longer, you need him to leave.

He is tearing back up at what you have said “Y/N…..” his voice cracks again.

“Anyway,” you interrupt, trying to sound breezy, “it’s all in the past now. I’m glad you're doing so well, Ivar, truly I am.” You stand up, your body language signifying the end of discussion.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” he asks quickly in a panicked tone, you can see him reading you, he knows he is about to be asked to leave.

His question startles you, you didn’t expect it.

“I-I was but we ended a while back. The fit was off, he was a lovely guy, but he just didn’t quite compare...” Your eyes catch his.

You can see his face fall at the comparison remark, it creases with disappointment.

His face is puzzling to you, you thought the only reason he was here was for therapy purposes, but the crestfallen look he has, makes hope swell in your chest. Is he here for me? Fuck you hope he is. He has worked on himself with therapy, the walls around his heart have come down completely and you can see he isn’t the same Ivar you knew, he has changed for the better. And so have you.

Enough time has passed for you that your heart is as healed as it is going to get. Like a Kintsugi vase put back together with gold paint, a reminder of what has happened before but that something beautiful can still be made from the broken pieces.

Your ghosts are gone.

Shit, should you say anything? Oh fuck it, life really is too short.

“He didn’t compare to you, Ivar. No one ever will. I have missed you every day since I left you.” Your voice breaks into a sob, tears falling over your cheeks.

It takes him a few beats to process the words you have said, you can see it in his features. He doesn't move, just stares at you dazed and you start to think you've made a mistake, Oh fucking shit, I’ve read this all wrong a creeping embarrassment starts rising from your stomach and settles in a deep red on your chest and cheeks.

Suddenly a smile splits his face in two, and he stands up quickly, stepping into your space and crashes his mouth on yours. You are so shocked to be kissing him again after all these years you are frozen. Your memories kick in, his taste, his smell, the feel of him flush against you, a noise of relief leaves your lips as you start to kiss him back.

You cling to each other, both sets of hands on the other's cheeks. Gods you've missed him, his mouth on yours, the taste of him. You need him back with you, you've been empty since you left him. You break apart, foreheads touching eyes locked together both sets have tears falling.

“I love you, Y/N. I never stopped. We can make it work, I know we can,“ Ivar says, like he has never believed something so fully in his life.

“We definitely can and we will. The timing is right now, isn’t it?” You wrap your arms around his neck, your face in his neck breathing in the scent of the man you love. “I love you, Ivar.”

“I’m the man you deserve now, I promise you. I promise I will never hurt you again. I love you so much.” His voice is frantic with relief and he kisses every inch of your face, eventually nuzzling into your neck and inhaling deeply. His hands slide to your ass and grab it roughly. “I fucking missed this as well.” You both let out a laugh.

You stay entwined together, neither wanting to let the other go. You shift away from him, stepping back slightly. You see panic and fear in his features as you move from him.

“Ask me then, do it right,” you say as you wipe your tears away and laugh. He looks at you with a knowing smile.

“Y/N Y/L/N, Will you be my girlfriend?” He closes the gap between you, his hands are stroking the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“Nah, you aren’t really my type,” you reply, smirking at him with a cheeky grin.

“Still busting my balls after all these years.” He shakes his head with love in his eyes.

Your eyebrow raises. “You remember what I do after I bust them, right?”

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“Love?!” You shout up the stairs, pure excitement in your voice. “My Love, he’s here!”

You rush to the front door, swinging it open as fast as you can and drop to your knees, arms open wide as you watch him run up the path laughing with an oversized backpack on his little frame. He crashes into you at full speed so it’s good you braced yourself for impact.

“Hello my little pickled onion!” You kiss his cheek as you stand and spin him around.

“I’m five now, Y/N, I’m not little!” he says indignantly.

“Excuse me then, hello my big pickled onion!” He laughs and flings his arms around your neck for a cuddle.

You can hear Ivar's familiar gait coming down the wooden stairs behind you.

“Daddy!!!!!” Igor shouts and you put him down so he can run to Ivar who sits on the stairs and pulls him in for a crushing hug.

“Hello my love, I missed you so much, kiddo!” Ivar says into his hair.

Katia walks into the front door with the rest of Igor's bags, looking around your new house with a slight wrinkle in her nose and sneer on her lips.

“Oh don’t look at it like that you cow, it’s a fixer upper I told you that on the phone!” You laugh at her expression.

“I thought you were a property developer, why did you not buy a developed property?” She asks with disdain, catches your eye then laughs as she sees your middle finger raised and directed at her.

When you and Katia met you were both a bit spikey with each other, she was worried about a new woman in Igor’s life and you were worried she wouldn’t like you enough to let you be in Igor’s life. All was hashed out over a bottle of wine and the realisation you both have a very similar sense of humour and didn’t take any shit, especially from Ivar! Since then, you’ve been great friends. Much to Ivar's relief.

“We’ve finished Igor’s room if you want to go and check it out,” Ivar pipes up, “Come on boy, let’s show Mama your room.” He ruffles Igor’s hair as he bounds up the stairs excitedly, Katia and Ivar in tow. You leave them to it.

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It’s late in the evening, Katia has gone home and Ivar has put Igor to bed in the new room he is thrilled with.

You are in the kitchen sitting on the counter top flicking through a design magazine when you hear Ivar come into the kitchen to find you. He walks to you, grabbing your knees to part your legs so he can settle between them, and use you to lean on. His hands find your ass pulling you forward so your crotch is flush against him and he kisses you, sliding hands up under your shirt to caress your back.

“How come you didn’t come up with us earlier, for his bedroom reveal?” he questions.

“Just nice for you three to have a little time together sometimes, no big deal, it’s good for Igor,” you kiss him and roll your hips into him making his eyes flutter.

“You are amazing,” he breathes in, his face between your boobs, fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt. Running your hands through his hair, you revel in this feeling. A fresh start, a new house, yours and Ivar’s. You still can’t believe your luck. You had both been living between his house and yours, which was a logistical nightmare. You found your new home slap bang between your two places so you were only an hour from your friends and family, and an hour from Igor.

Ivar opens your shirt fully and is leaving little butterfly kisses all over your chest.

“My Mum and brothers are coming in a few months to see us, with all the kids and wives. We will have to have things finished in the house by then,” he breathes onto your neck sending shivers to your core.

“You really are great at dirty talk aren’t you, My Love?” you tease him as he pulls your bra down over one of your nipples and pinches it harshly.

“Ouch, Ivar, don’t, that hurts!” You say pulling away from him, scowling. His face pulls into a quizzical expression. He knows you like the back of his hand, knows how to turn you on and how you like things, so your reaction is a surprise to him. You start to do your shirt up.

“Women’s boobs get sensitive in pregnancy,” you announce to him, looking up from under your lashes.

You watch it register on his face, his jaw drops and he stares blankly at you.

“I’m pregnant, Ivar. Why do you look so shocked? We never stop fucking, I’m only surprised it’s taken this long!” you exclaim, laughing at him.

“I can’t believe it, you are so old, surely your eggs are shrivelled up by now?” His face full of fake concern before creasing in laughter.

“Cheeky little shit!” You slap his chest playfully, laughing at his joke.

“Can we call him Odin??” He laughs but you know he’s serious.

He stops laughing, eyes on yours and they start to fill up with tears. “I am so happy, Y/N, this is the best news, I love you so much.” He peppers your face with kisses, lifting up your shirt and doing the same to your stomach until you are giggling and swatting him away.

“Soppy bugger,” you tease. “I love you so much. I hope the baby looks like you. If it’s a boy I will consider Odin as long as you get me anything I want when the cravings kick in!” You laugh at him. He holds up his hand for a high five, you give him one rolling your eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for everything, for giving me a second chance, for becoming my wife, for giving me another child. I love you beyond measure.”

“Yeah, I’m the tits,” you wink at him.

THE END.

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valentina-writes · 3 years

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Dying light

Request: anon: Hi um i was wondering if you could do an azriel x reader with 6 from angst and 7 from fluff? i loved starfall btw!

A/N: Awww thank you! I really liked writing this one!

(And I haven't figured out yet how to answer an ask while still being able to add tags, so I'm doing it this way)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: one curse word

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Spring had always been your favorite time of the year. When the coldness of the winter air disappeared and made room for the sun, a warm breeze and you were able to finally spend time outside again, you were happy. That was until you met her.

Elain was, in every way possible, the incarnation of spring. There was her obvious love for flowers and plants of every kind, her sweet and gentle nature. There was the way she talked, so softly and lady-like. And there was the way she dressed, always in beautiful pastel colored dresses.

You did not hate her, no. The fact that Feyre, one of your closest friends, was her sister, already played a big role. And then she was just so sweet and gentle, that it was essentially impossible to ever want to harm her in any way.

But you did not like her, no. Not at all.

Your aversion for her had started the day you met. It wasn’t fair, you knew that yourself. She had gone through a lot, being turned into a fae and all. But this did not make up for the way she had crossed you in every way possible.

You had always had a thing for the handsome shadowsinger. Maybe it was because you never felt the need to fill the comfortable silence between you with awkward small talk and you always felt good around him. Maybe it was simply because you had been friends for a while and grown closer.

Now, it didn’t matter anymore why you had fallen in love with him. Over the months before you met Elain, Azriel and you had grown closer. You had spent a lot of time training together, just as well as missions you two had completed together. And even in your free time, you always seemed to hover around each other.

But that was a thing of the past. When Elain had entered your life, Azriel had changed. He spent nearly every free minute with her, sitting in the garden or having hushed conversations. When he was training, he now did it with Cassian because your schedules didn’t align anymore due to his time with Elain. He deemed his missions too dangerous for you, too. In short, the only time left for you to see him was when the entire inner circle was there. And even then, he seemed to be naturally drawn towards her.

Today was just like that. You had awoken early in the morning, the sun shining through your window for the first time in weeks. The promise of a warm spring day lingering in the air.

Last night, after telling Rhysand of your problems and drinking some of his wine (and by some you meant quite a lot), he had deemed you unable to return home on your own, so you had stayed over at his townhouse.

You dressed up in a comfortable sweatshirt and grabbed a book and a blanket. On your way into the garden you stopped by in the kitchen to get a mug of hot chocolate. Nobody except for you seemed to be awake already, probably because today was a rare day off.

Out in the garden you sat down under your favorite tree and started reading. The wind was still slightly chilly, but later it would probably become a very warm day.

You weren’t really able to concentrate on your book. First, the sun that shone on your face and warmed every part of it, making you close the book and soak in the warmth. And then, when you opened your eyes again, they fell on the flowers Elain had planted only a few days ago. Your heart clenched at the memory of Azriel kneeling in the dirt next to her, helping her plant these flowers. You were only a heartbeat away from ripping them all out of the ground, when the door to the small garden opened again.

And there she was. Pretty as ever, she walked into the garden, sitting down on a chair. You quickly glanced away from the flowers and opened your book again, pretending to read. The last thing you wanted was to strike up a conversation with her.

She did not greet you and neither did you. She was looking at nothing, her eyes not focusing on anything. Sometimes you wondered if she had gone insane. But then you reminded yourself that, even though she had everything you had always wanted, she still deserved to be treated with some human decency.

Shortly after she had sat down, you heard another rustling coming from the door. For a second you thought about winnowing away. But no. You were curious of what they discussed. Curious of what conversations they kept from you and the others.

You shortly looked up, stealing a glance at Azriel. He looked ethereal the way he sat there, on the small terrace, stretching out his wings and sipping on a mug, his eyes still tired. The burning feeling of jealousy that had been your dear companion for the past months, appeared in your chest. Had he slept here? Had he spent the night with her? You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

Your cheeks burned as you went back to pretending to read the book. You could not concentrate on anything except for him and the relatively new feeling that arose. Hollowness. You felt so empty inside. You had known him for such a long time, had been sure that he reciprocated your feelings. Now, the only thing that was left was the bond.

Yes, you were sure that what you felt next to your heart was the mating bond. You had felt it snap when he had cleaned your wounds after training with Cassian. Your entire world had shifted when you had looked into his eyes. As if he was the center of your world now, everything else meaningless.

But he had not shown a trace of feeling the same, had not told you that he felt it too. And you were sure that he would have if he did. Shortly after, Elain joined your friend group. Was it possible that your mate did not feel the bond? That it was only there for you? You had asked Rhys this question last night, breaking down in his arms after the others had gone to bed. He had not known the answer. And now you were left more devastated than ever before.

They had started chatting a little bit, but you were unable to catch their words over the chirping of the birds. It was impossible. You wouldn’t gain anything from staying here, looking at what you couldn’t have. It would only make you even sadder.

You risked another glance at him. He was laughing at something Elain had said, his spread wings glowing red and golden in the sunlight. And his eyes … pure joy spoke out of them. You knew you should be feeling happy for him. You knew that he deserved to be happy, even if it wasn’t with you. But the bond next to your aching heart said something else.

For a second, you looked at Elain, the definition of peace and beauty. For a second, you allowed yourself to unleash the entirety of your jealousy and pain, of the sorrow and agony you felt. And for a second, you actually hated her.

In this moment, you did not realize that you had forgotten to build up the barrier around your mind. You did not realize that you had been so overtaken by your feelings that you left the end of the bond, that you assumed was only one-sided anyways, unguarded.

The conversation stopped and over the discarded book you saw Azriel’s head snap in your direction. The look on his face wasn’t angry by any means … it was surprised. And hurt. His shadows began to show again, swirling around him. He knows, you realized. He feels the mating bond too. And he hasn’t said a thing over the last months. This was all you needed to know.

Without caring about what they might think about you, you winnowed away from them, just as your first tear began to build in your eyes. The familiar feeling of nothing and the air being pressed out of your lungs comforted you a little.

You could still feel the sun on your face when you appeared at your destination – the apartment you rented. Most of your days were spent training or making plans with the inner circle anyways, so that you mainly went here to sleep.

Azriel would find you, you were sure of that. It would only be a matter of time – if he wanted to. Most likely he was still sitting in Elain’s nice little garden joking about your sudden departure.

You laid down on your bed, curling up in a ball. Never in the past months had you felt as lonely as you did now. He had known about the bond, had felt it too. And never had he tried to talk about it. Azriel hadn’t even rejected it. Just left it there, hanging in place to remind you of what you couldn’t have.

Not even an hour later you heard a knock on your front door. You didn’t want to open the door for him. And if he would wait there all day long, you wouldn’t care.

The knocking became more prominent and louder. Through the door you heard him calling your name. “Y/n?! I know you are in there”.

At first, it was easy to ignore the pounding on your door. But after a while, you had heard enough. Especially when you felt his presence in the bond.

Groaning out of anger you stood up and strode to the door. You would tell him what you thought of his behavior. And then make sure that he would stay away from you from now on, as much as it hurt you.

You opened the door and there he was, looking just as beautiful as ever, though frowning.

“What do you want?”, you snapped at him, “Go away and leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you again. Ever”. That was probably a bit too dramatic. But you did not care.

“Please, y/n, let me explain”, he begged. His shadows were nowhere to be seen, a sign of his discomfort. At least he felt as bad about this as you did.

“You still love her, don’t you? You felt the bond, you knew what was going on. But you didn’t even once try to talk to me about it, not once! You didn’t bother, didn’t care about how I was feeling the entire time! And never did you stop spending so much time with her. You are always around her, spending every free minute with her, not wasting a single thought about me. Leave me alone, I don’t want to see you any longer”.

You wanted to slam the door shut, but he reached out and held the door open. His face now looked pained, an expression you hadn’t seen on him in a long time.

“No, listen to me, y/n. I spent time with Elain because she needed me. She needed someone to listen to her and do what she loves with her, to adapt to this new life. Nobody saw the light inside her dying, nobody saw what she was going through, so I helped her. I know all too well what she is feeling like at the moment and I thought you would understand this”.

You wanted to stop him, but he didn’t let you talk. “Yes, I felt the bond. I don’t know how long you have felt it, but … it’s been there a while already for me. I wanted to talk about it, yes, I did. But shortly after Elain and Nesta joined us you started being so absent. You never talked to me, left the room when Elain and I entered it. I figured you didn’t like me back. That you just ignored the bond or wanted to reject it but hadn’t told me yet”.

You looked at him, not yet completely convinced. “I don’t believe you”, you said, “The way you look at her … the way you talk to each other, spend every free minute together. You always went out of your way for her. But never for me. When was our last training session together? When have we had our last conversation without the others? When have we been on a mission for the last time? I can remember each of those last occasions. You stopped noticing me after she appeared”.

“Her and me are just friends. Can’t you see it’s you I love?”, he asked. You stared at him in shock.

“Yes, y/n, I love you. And I know I fucked up, I know that I should have spoken to you earlier and I know that we didn’t spend as much time together as we used to. But has it ever occurred to you, that I felt the same way you did? It’s not just my fault that we stopped being friends. I waited for you. Some days I sat there and waited for you to join me training. I waited until I couldn’t take it anymore. And then I went to talk to Elain, because she was the only one who would listen to my problems”.

You didn’t know what to say. For the first time you thought about your behavior during the last months – and realized that he was right. He had spent a lot of time with her. But when he entered the room, when you crossed each other’s path in the hallway, you had fled every single time.

His shadows hid his face from your sight now, as he opened the barrier that shielded his mind from the mating bond. There was pain and sadness and anger radiating off of him. You stumbled backwards, because even though you hadn’t accepted the bond yet, the intensity of his feelings was too much to handle.

Gasping, you stood there, searching for the right words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t see what you felt, I didn’t know I hurt you so much. The only thing I could think of was how perfect she is and how much better than me. How lucky I should be for you that you found someone. Everyday I wondered if the Mother had cursed me, if it was my fate to love someone for eternity who doesn’t love me back. Everyday I became angrier about the way you looked at each other, the way she touched or hugged you”. This conversation had turned into something you hadn’t planned, something you would’ve never thought possible.

Azriel lifted his shadows again, his face, for the first time you could remember, showing many emotions at once. Tears in his eyes, but his gaze so loving. Still frowning, but his lips already showing a hint of a smile.

You took him by his arm and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut. Without wasting another second, he crashed his lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. You stood there, kissing and soaking in the closeness for a long time. Azriel kisses were so sensual and full of pure love, that after a while you were both gasping for air. Nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of kissing your mate after so many months of yearning and fear.

Your mate. Your mate. Your mate. You couldn’t even comprehend that this was real. That he loved you too and wanted to spend eternity with you. Your mate.

“Do you want to come inside? I mean the hallway is not a really nice place”, you breathlessly whispered. At the grin that spread on his face you just said: “But I’m not gonna cook for you – yet”.

Azriel kissed you one last time, then let you go to lead the way. “No need to rush anything. We have got all time in the world”. And damn yes, you did.

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endgametike · 3 years

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Deja vu

Liam Dunbar x reader

Y/n- your name

Y/m/n- your middle name

“She’s real !” Liam insisted “I know she is, it wasn’t a dream, okay ? She felt real...”

“Liam, I think I would know if I had a sister.”

“Exactly, I think I would know if Scott had a sister. Besides, you can’t even give us a name.” Stiles added

“okay, I might not know her name....yet. But I promise you guys, she exists. And I’m gonna prove it to you.” Liam walked away frustrated. He knew you were real, he felt it. But he couldn’t remember your face, your name, anything about you. It was driving him crazy.

“Y/n! That’s her name.”

“Who’s name, Liam?”

“Your sister ! I remember her name. It’s Y/n. We need to find her. Scott, I think I loved her...”

“I believe you.” To everyone’s surprise, it was Derek who spoke. “I found a drawing in my bedroom... none of you can draw. It was signed y/n/f/l.” Scott nodded.

“Liam, you’re going to travel through your mind.” Lydia said, looking at the beta.

“So, how exactly does this work?” Malia questioned.

“Liam just needs to follow every step I say.” Lydia said, preparing everything she needed to use.

“Are you sure it is going to work?”

“No. But that’s our best chance.”

“As you relaxe, imagine you’re sitting in front of a Tv”

Liam looked around, as he recognized the place. He was at the school. Lydia continued guiding him through the process . Some memories of you and him started playing. He walked out off the classroom, walking to his locker. As he opened it, he started remembering you.

“Liam, right ? I’m y/n McCall, I’m so sorry about my brother. But what he did yesterday, he was just protecting you.”

“He kidnapped me and now he says I’m his brother or something. I think your brother is crazy.”

You chuckled. “That’s debatable. Tonight is a full moon, just be careful.”

Suddenly that memory became a blur and turned into another.

“Liam calm down, you can do it.”

Liam roared at you as you stepped back.

“Liam, you’re a good person. Focus on that. Damn it, focus on my voice. I know you don’t wanna hurt me.

Liam transformed back into his human form, crying.

“Did I- did I hurt you?” Liam asked, looking at the floor, while tears fell down his face.

“You didn’t Liam! You fought it. I’m so proud of you...” Liam hugged you while you told him it was going to be alright.

“hey, can we speak in private ?”

“sure.” Liam lead you to an empty classroom. “So...I wanted to ask you something. And you can say no, obviously. It’s your choice. I just feel like we are connected somehow and I wonder if you would like to go on a date with me? Again, you don’t have to accept, I get it if you don’t want to. It was a stupid idea and”

“Liam.” You interrupted him “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Oh great. Awesome. Perfect. Huh, 9 pm?”

“Make it 8.” You smiled and kissed Liam on the cheek.

“It was a great date Liam. And thank you for bringing me home.”

“Of course. We should do it again.”

“Definitely.” You smiled.

“So, bye I guess.” Liam started walking away back to his car.

“Liam wait! Are you seriously gonna leave without kissing me?”

“Oh god, I was hoping you’d say that.” Liam turned around and ran to you, kissing you.

“I’ll go get it Scott!” You went downstairs and opened the door. “Liam hey! What are you doing here at 7 pm? With flowers? And chocolates? Scott’s birthday is only 4 weeks from now.”

“I- actually- these are for you. But I need to talk to Scott first.” Liam came in and and called Scott. Scott walked downstairs to where you were.

“Liam, what are you doing here? With flowers and chocolates ? I told you my birthday is only in a month.”

“Yea, that’s not why I’m here. Here goes nothing. I wanna date your sister.” Scott looked confused at Liam. “I mean... I like your sister. She’s such a good person, she’s beautiful and smart and an absolute badass. I love being around her and I wanna protect her from everything bad on the world. I want her to be my girlfriend, I wanna be able to walk hand in hand with her on the street. I wanna cuddle her and see movies with her. I’m asking for your permission...” Liam looked at Scott with hope in his eyes.

“Alright buddy, but treat her well or else I’ll kill you.”

Liam laughed but then looked at Scott who didn’t look like he was joking. “Oh, you weren’t kidding.” Liam then looked at you and kissed you.

“Liam I think you’re forgetting something...”

“No, I’m pretty sure I remembered everything I wanted to say.”

You laughed. “You forgot to ask me if I wanted to date you.”

“Oh of course. Y/n Y/m/n McCall, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“No.” You said simply, trying not to laugh.

“No? Well this is embarrassing, I guess I’m gonna go then...”

“Liam. I’m kidding. Nothing would make me more happy than to be your girlfriend.” You kissed Liam.

“Ok, I think that’s enough. Save that for when I’m not in the same room as you.”

“Of course. I should go, but I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” Liam kissed your cheek and started leaving.

“Liam ! Leave the flowers and the chocolates!”

“hey y/n, are you ready for the ga-“

“What? Do I have something on my face ?”

“No, it’s just, you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Oh yea, I thought you’d like me using it for the game, to support you. But I can wear something mine, if it bothers you...”

“No, no, I absolutely love it. You look gorgeous.” Liam kissed you and you fell on the bed, laughing.

“We’re gonna be late!”

“I don’t care.” Liam kissed you again smiling.

“Liam, I can see them. They’re here, they’re gonna take me.”

“Only if I let them.”

“Liam, there’s nothing you can do. You have to let me go.”

“I’m not leaving you! Stay behind me. Where are they?”

“Liam you need to go!”

“I said I’m not leaving you, it’s not up for discussion.”

“Liam, I love you. I love you so much. You made me the happiest girl in the world this past few year. And I’m so proud of the person you’ve become.”

“No! Y/n, this isn’t a goodbye.”

“It’s a see you later. Remember me Liam. Remember how I much I love you and how much I know you love me.” You got taken away by the ghost riders, leaving Liam alone with tears falling from his eyes.

“I love you too.”

Liam came back to reality. “I didn’t love her.”

“What ? What do you mean Liam?”

“I didn’t love your sister... I was in love with her. We have to get her back. Now! We need to do something, we can’t just leave her there! Why are you all just standing there? Do something ! She needs us! She needs her friends, she needs her brother, she needs me! She’s counting on me and I- I forgot her. I forgot her... How did I forgot her? Please don’t let me forget her again!” Scott hugged Liam.

“Liam, we didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to get your hopes up, but when you were remembering Y/n, some kind of portal opened up and we saw her...but it closed straight up after it opened. So, we think that if more people remember her, then the portal might be open long enough for her to pass through it and come back. We think this might help us, Malia, Mason and Liam are distracting the ghost riders while we do this. We don’t have much time. We’ll start with me and we’ll use Scott as a last resort. We need him strong if we need to fight the ghost riders.”

“Let’s do it.”

After Lydia tried nothing happened, she remembered you, but not enough. Then it was Stiles’ turn.

“Still nothing.” Liam said. “It won’t work.”

“It’s my turn now. Don’t take me out until the portal opens.”

“What if it doesn’t open at all?”

“It will.”

“Guys, Scott is staring to freeze, we need to get him out of there.”

“No! The portal hasn’t opened yet!”

“Liam, he’s gonna die !”

“I said no!” Liam roared at Lydia.

“Guys, look ! It is working. Scott just needs to hold on a little more! C’mon buddy.” After a minute you were finally able to walk through the portal. Liam ran to you and kissed you, while Lydia and Stiles helped Scott.

“You remembered me!”

“I should have remembered you way sooner. I’m so sorry. I’m never letting you go again. I love you.”

“Y/n ?” Scott ran to you and embraced you tightly in a hug.

“Scott ! I missed you so much! Are you an idiot! You could have died inside that thing!”

“I would gladly die if it meant bringing you home.”

You hugged Stiles and Lydia.

“Guys, not to ruin the moment but the ghost riders are here. We held them back as long as we could.” Malia said as she entered the room.

“Let’s fight then.” You said.

“Hm not you. You’re gonna hide and rest.” Scott said.

“I’m with Scott one this one.” Liam agreed with him.

“It’s so cute you actually think I’m going to hide.”

“Yup, that’s definitely the girl I fell in love with.”

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In His Defense

1555 words.

Imagine Bucky catching you defending him at work.

warning: like 1 swear word.

You had been in the office now for around 7 hours. You were an agent in training, however, so far despite the sparring and training you had done in the compound with Steve and the other Avengers you were yet to progress further than your desk. You wouldn’t have minded, you knew your computer skills were advanced, if it weren’t for a couple of agents on your floor who didn’t quite understand that sound travels. Meaning every word that slipped past their lips, you heard. And you ignored it too, that was until they started talking about the blue-eyed god Steve always brought to your training sessions.

Bucky Barnes. Ex Hydra assassin turned hero. Your work crush. In fact, he was your crush out of work too. He seemed to have wormed his way into your every thought, not that you were complaining. He had been nothing short of a sweetheart. Holding doors open when he sees you coming, telling you good morning when you get to work early. Let’s not even talk about his constant encouragement during 1 v 1’s. He could sweep you flat on your ass and he’d still tell you what a great job you’d done. God you were whipped. And the worst part is, you knew he didn’t think of you even remotely close to the way you thought of him. How could he? You weren’t an avenger; you weren’t even a field agent yet.

Anyways, you could handle your co-workers (not that you enjoyed working with them) gossiping about you.

“Look at her, it’s no wonder Fury hasn’t put her out on the field yet.”

“She’s always glued to that screen and if she not staring at her monitor, she’s staring at Agent Barnes.”

“It’s so pathetic.”

You were used to it. Ever since they found out about your little crush on Barnes they hadn’t shut up about it. It was to be expected, it was all they were good for. The last mission they went on together went bust, they gave away their position within a half-hour of them arriving and almost got the team they were with killed. Dumbasses.

Recently, however, instead of focussing on you they had directed their attention to the metal armed veteran that walked through the corridors.

“I can’t believe he’s here…like how many people did he kill, and we’re just expected to work happily alongside him, I don’t think so” one scoffed.

“I know, I guess being best friends with Captain America means everyone turns a blind eye.”

…

“Do you think he remembers? I hope he does.”

“He doesn’t deserve to forget.”

…

You were very well aware of what he had done in his past, who wasn’t? You were also aware, though, of how hard he was trying to make amends. How every day he was trying hard to figure himself out, to figure out who he was before the Winter Soldier. So, when these two agents couldn’t keep their mouths shut for five minutes whilst the avengers were meeting in the conference room, you found yourself biting your tongue.

“He should’ve stayed frozen, maybe then they could get a mission done without having to worry about a random Russian guy triggering him.”

“Imagine actually trying to convince everyone he’s a good person after what he did, what a joke.”

You turned to them, unable to hold your tongue any longer.

“Can you guys shut up? I mean is it so hard for you both to just sit down and do the job you’re being paid to do instead of chatting shit because the last time I checked that wasn’t on the job description…” you spoke out.

They both looked at you wide-eyed.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?”

“It doesn’t matter but I know you know who I am because you’ve had nothing but my name in your mouth since I started.”

You stand from your chair and walk over to them. They step back a touch. The conference room doors open behind you as you go.

“What I do want to know, is what makes you think you have the right to stand here and criticise Agent Barnes for moving on with his life. For trying to fix everything he’s done. He feels bad enough as it is, he doesn’t need you two chiming in with your rude comments every time he walks past or makes an appearance. So, you can stand here and act all high and mighty but in reality you’re both crap at your jobs. I genuinely don’t know how you managed to be let in the field because as soon as anything happens around here you are both the first ones to cower away and tuck your tails between your legs,” You exclaim.

They stand there, mouths gaping trying to think of something to say but they fall short.

“Y/N…” a low voice speaks from behind you.

Your body tenses and you inhale a sharp breath. You close your eyes and look down at your feet, all the confidence you had before was now washed away. You had done it now, all the time you had spent forming a friendship with the man was now wasted. You really didn’t want to turn to face him but you knew you would have to at some point so you slowly spun on your heels to face his direction. His boots were a nice view, at least that’s what you told yourself knowing you couldn’t bring yourself to look elsewhere.

“Look at me please...” he whispers, stepping closer to you. He looked towards Steve and the others and silently pleading for them to leave.

“I think we have somewhere else to be don’t you think guys?” A round of murmured agreements could be made out.

“You two as well, I’m sure Fury wants a word with you both.” Steve motioned for the two agents to follow him, and they quickly made their way over and trailed behind him.

It was just you and him now. His hand made its way to your chin and he tilted your head up.

“There you are…” he chuckles. You can feel your cheeks burning as he stares at you.

“Come on doll, don’t get all shy on me now. You weren’t shy 2 minutes go.” He laughs at your embarrassed expression.

“That’s not funny! “you groan.

“I didn’t know you were all there…I would’ve kept my mouth shut if I had.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t have defended me?”

“NO, I just meant that- I mean- You- “You let out a huff of air.

“You don’t need me to defend you, you’re James Barnes. You can quite easily defend yourself…”

“That is true but it’s so much nicer having a doll like you do it for a change,” he smirks as he traces his fingers down the length of your arm, taking your hand in his.

“And I’m hoping since you spoke so highly of me before, that I might actually have a chance with you.” He quirked an eyebrow. You gaped at the man in front of you.

“A chance? With me? You want a chance with me?” To say you were shocked was an understatement. To be honest you weren’t sure if your ears were playing tricks on you or not.

“Y/N you can’t seriously be that oblivious can you?”

“Oblivious to what?” What on earth was happening?

“You seriously haven’t realised that you’re the only trainee I force myself to talk to. It’s not because I have to, but because your voice is the only thing I want to hear at 8 o’clock in the morning when I’m still half asleep. You are the only person that makes my mind go blank, that’s why even if I want to spend my entire day talking to you all I can bring myself to say is good morning. You fluster me Y/N Y/L/N, and it’s an issue because Sam won’t leave me alone about it.”

You laugh softly, still completely in shock at the fact the man you have had feelings for since you got the job here is currently confessing his feelings for you.

“So to answer your question yes, I am asking if I have a chance with you.” his hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you close, his eyes move to meet yours and your breath catches in your throat. You blink up at him, moving your own hands to the nape of his neck, subconsciously playing with his hair.

“I can’t believe this is happening right now,” you admit.

“There isn’t anything on this earth that could make me say no to you Bucky, so yes. I will give you a chance. And one after that, then one after that…” you continue until Bucky catches you in a kiss. You pull back in surprise, but quickly return the kiss, pulling him as close to you as possible.

You both separate a few moments later, Bucky tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you do. A yawn escapes your lips, and Bucky smiles adoringly at you.

“There’s a coffee shop nearby, we can go get something if you’d like...”

“I’d like that Buck.”

He connects his hand with yours, and you make your way towards the elevator.

“It’s a date.”

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 7

A/N: scott's pov, finally!! as well as more of my "the empires smp gals deserve to go off, actually" agenda. also check out this rad art submitted by @dancinglifeboat! i also would like to apologize ahead of time, the updates from here on out are probably going to slow down a bit because while i am still extremely motivated to write this fic, it hasn't been as high as it was for the upcoming chapters as it has been for the previous ones. i honestly don't even know HOW i was so motivated to write several chapters so fast that i actually had a backlog of them for a bit and was able to post them daily. so the updates will likely slow down to being every couple of days or maybe every couple of weeks, depending on time/motivation. but yeah! anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: lying/manipulation, threats of violence, past violence, arguing, heartbreak

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Scott felt just about sick to his stomach every time he looked at the slimeball Jimmy had given him. It was such a stupid little thing to get emotional over, and it was honestly kind of gross and sticky. But Scott couldn’t bear to get rid of it. It had stung more than he cared to admit when Jimmy had reminded him of how isolated and distant Scott was from everything. Staying up and away from the world kept him safe, kept his empire safe. But being safe didn’t make it any less lonely and isolating. And then Jimmy had looked at him like he was the world, and told him that he should be able to enjoy the little things too. Scott couldn’t bear to get rid of the slimeball, even though the memories were painful now. For as much as bluntly being reminded that he was alone stung, Jimmy telling him to leave stung even worse.

Looking back on it now, Scott didn’t really know why he had sided with Fwhip. It was long before Scott had really felt anything for Jimmy, mostly flirting with him to get a rise out of him. That flirting had always devolved into fighting, and it was after one particularly nasty argument that Fwhip had pulled him aside after the meeting and talked about how the House Blossom Alliance would be the downfall of their empires. And at the time… Scott had agreed with him. He loved Katherine, he really did- but there were too many rivalries in that alliance for it to ever truly work. So he went along with Fwhip’s plan- go along with the meetings until an opportunity arose. Then came the addendum of Scott keeping an eye on Jimmy to make sure he wouldn’t be a problem. And then came the plan of rigging the ballroom to explode and blame it on another empire. And even worse- Scott actually caught feelings for Jimmy, instead of it being an act like Fwhip had planned.

So before the night of the ball, Scott had struck a deal with Fwhip. If there was no argumentative behavior during the ball, then he wouldn’t set off the TNT. To his surprise and relief, Fwhip had agreed- and then went and purposefully antagonized Jimmy. And Jimmy- sweet, impulsive Jimmy- had fought right back. Scott didn’t get a chance to pull Fwhip aside and convince him to change his mind before Lizzie had asked him for a dance, then spun Jimmy right into his arms. Fwhip had been watching them the entire time they danced, then left as soon as the song ended, heading up the stairs. Scott snuck away from Jimmy to follow him- only for Fwhip to have flown off by the time Scott made his way up the stairs. Then Jimmy followed him too, and once he spotted Fwhip in the distance with his crossbow, Scott realized he had been used to draw Jimmy out. So he kissed Jimmy, and then Fwhip set off the explosions. It was then Scott realized Fwhip had lied to him about the plan- somehow he had rigged Katherine’s entire castle with TNT, not just the ballroom, and wanted to be sure that everyone knew it was Fwhip and the Wither Rose Alliance behind it all. A show of power, so that no one would mess with them.

So now Scott was alone again. Jimmy felt like Scott had betrayed him- and frankly, Scott had. He should have told the House Blossom Alliance about the TNT, instead of striking a weak deal with Fwhip. Now the House Blossom Alliance would never trust him again, and all Scott had now was the Wither Rose Alliance- which Scott wasn’t so sure if he wanted to be a part of anymore. And at their next secret meeting, Scott found out that he wasn’t the only one with this opinion. Usually they met in Gem’s hidden meeting room, but this time around, she insisted on meeting in the Grimlands, not giving a clear reason why. Scott had thought nothing of it, until the time for the meeting actually came.

“I’m done, Fwhip,” Gem said, not even taking a seat at the table. Fwhip leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow at Gem.

“What do you mean, you’re ‘done?’” he scoffed. Gem slammed her hands down on the table, purple magic sparking in the air. Everyone in the room had ranging expressions of shock and terror on their faces. Gem never got angry like this, at least not as long as Scott had known her. Fwhip, however, seemed unphased.

“You lied to us. You said you were going to make a point at the House Blossom Ball. Instead you blew it up! You could have killed us!” she fumed. Fwhip rolled his eyes.

“Gem, you know me. What other point would I have made that didn’t go off with a bang? Besides, Sausage and Scott knew about the TNT,” Fwhip replied with a shrug. The glare Gem sent him was deadly, and Pearl rose from her seat at the revelation.

“I was hoping that maybe Scott was clever and figured out your plan, and just wasn’t able to get the information to anyone in time- but you told him and Sausage?! And I’m not exactly pleased that neither of them felt it was necessary to tell Gem and I what was going on, but the nerve of you to hide information from your own allies, Fwhip!” Pearl scolded. Scott and Sausage didn’t say anything, a little embarrassed- but to be fair, it hadn’t really occurred to Scott that Fwhip didn’t tell everyone about his plan. He had told Scott one-on-one, and Scott had foolishly assumed that he had told the others as well. Yet another frustrating hoodwink courtesy of Fwhip.

“Because I knew you would react like this! But there’s no sense in arguing about it now, what’s happened has happened. Let’s discuss plans for the future, shall we?” Fwhip said with an overly charming grin.

“No,” Pearl said firmly, and Fwhip blinked in surprise.

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

“You heard Gem. She’s done, and so am I. I won’t be a part of this senseless destruction anymore,” Pearl said evenly. And before Fwhip had a chance to protest, Pearl and Gem stormed out of the room. Fwhip let out a dejected sigh, before sitting up straight in his seat again.

“Fine. Who needs them? We’ll be just fine- won’t we, boys?” Fwhip asked, and the smile he gave Scott made his stomach roll.

“Yeah! Now we don’t have to tiptoe around them anymore!” Sausage cheered, and Scott could only give a weak smile in response. Something in Fwhip’s smile turned sharp as he leaned towards Scott with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“You know, I never properly complimented your acting skills. You really had Jimmy caught like a fish in a net. It’s a shame though- you got a little too wrapped up in the act- not to mention him- and we lost a valuable chance to deal with the Codfather once and for all. But that’s alright- I’m sure we’ll get another opportunity,” Fwhip said in a low and dangerous tone, the thinly veiled threat very clear to Scott. Don’t get in the way again, and don’t try and weasel out of plans. Or he’d make sure he’d regret it.

“R-right,” Scott said shakily. Fwhip seemed satisfied, and leaned back in his chair once more.

“Good. Now I suppose that advantage with you pretending to like Jimmy is gone now, unless you do a lot more than just kiss him this time around-”

“No,” Scott blurted, before he could really think about it.

“What was that?” Fwhip asked, raising an eyebrow. A lie about how Jimmy definitely didn’t want to see him again- which wasn’t really a lie per se, but it wasn’t the reason Scott said no- was at the tip of his tongue. But he couldn’t say it. And in that moment, he finally decided to do what Pearl and Gem had done.

“I’m not doing this anymore. It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about bringing more pain and destruction to J- to these lands,” Scott said, voice shaking a little but his eyes sharp as he glared at Fwhip. But Fwhip caught the wobble in his voice and how he nearly said Jimmy’s name. However Sausage spoke up and commented on it before Fwhip could.

“You WEREN’T pretending, you actually fell for Jimmy!” Sausage gasped, and the tone of his voice reminded him of simpler times, when Sausage would tease him about his flirting with Jimmy and Pearl would admonish him and tell Sausage to leave Scott alone. Then Fwhip had taken advantage of Scott’s banter with Jimmy, and brought Scott’s world crashing down around him as a result.

“You’ve gotten weak, Scott. What happened to the imposing, cold ruler of Rivendell?” Fwhip sneered. Scott rose from the table at that, glaring Fwhip down.

“I’m finally being the ruler I should have been. I’m not going to let other empires use me for their own gain, and I’m not going to be part of your destructive plans,” Scott fumed, wings flaring and making him seem taller, more threatening. Fwhip chuckled darkly.

“You walk out of here, and you’ll regret it,” he growled.

“I’ll take my chances,” Scott shot back, turning on his heel and exiting the room, ignoring both Fwhip and Sausage’s voices after him. He was done with the Wither Rose Alliance. In fact, he was done with alliances entirely. He was going to stay in the mountains and care for his empire, like he should have been all along.

Then the slimeball on the side table by his bed reminded Scott why he didn’t want to stay in the mountains. He would just be exactly what Jimmy expected of him- high and mighty, being too good for anyone. And being alone. Scott had a taste of what a sense of togetherness felt like, and now being alone hurt more than ever. But there was no one he could go to, no one who would trust him. Maybe he could form something with Pearl and Gem, or maybe the two new empire rulers, Shelby and Joey- but it wouldn’t be the same. Nothing would ever be the same, not as long as the mere memory of Jimmy’s goofy grin sent his heart fracturing a thousand times, over and over again.

He couldn’t stand being within the walls of his home any longer. His wings itched with the need to spread and take to the skies, and flying always made him feel better. So Scott did just that, taking to the skies and flying nowhere in particular, just far away from all the empires as much as possible. Maybe if he flew far enough, it would all disappear and Scott wouldn’t have to deal with his problems anymore. And maybe with enough distance, his heartbreak would disappear too.

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Beautiful Pain (7)

Chapter Seven- Gone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-Blip world.

Chapter synopsis: In your pursuit of Karli and her group, unexpected revelations come to light. Lines are now crossed and that there is no turning back.

Warnings: Violence. Angst. A bit of language. Maybe a tear-inducing moment?

Word count: 5k

Notes: In celebration of the last ep, today is a double release! 🥳 We are already at the 7th chapter of this series. It also has covered one of the most climactic episodes of the TFATWS series and wow, I can't believe we are here! 😱

I have yet to see the last episode but I have plans to do it tonight. I thought I could put it off until I finish writing for ep 5 but I couldn't wait. This would help me to plan the direction I want to come for the upcoming chapters. 😌 Hope y’all will stick to this series despite the show has ended. 😅

Please let me know what you think of the series so far! 🥰🙏🏼

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Next: Chapter Eight

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With Zemo’s inside information, all of you were heading to Donya’s ceremony in hopes to find Karli. You weren’t sure what to do knowing that you had secured a possible chance with Dovich to talk to Karli.

Grabbing your blazer, you made the move to join your group when you were greeted by the sight of John and Lemar walking towards you all.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to pull this shit.” John thought it fit to lecture your group. You were walking beside Sam when you heard Bucky sarcastically questioning John on how he managed to locate your group.

All of your annoyance grew as John decided he doesn’t want to miss out on the action given his new status and hence, responsibility as- urgh you don’t even want to say call him that title in your head.

“Come on, man. You don’t think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing too much attention?” Lemar responded in kind.

John in all his fear of missing out started to question why you all had broken Zemo out of prison. Bucky patronizingly mentioned that Zemo broke himself out technically but John grew more irritated at not being taken seriously.

John’s higher than thou self was drawing attention with his loud talk and Sam had to cut him off. Zemo explained that he knew of Karli’s location and indicated continuing on his tracks before being stopped by John.

Sam went on ahead to explain that Karli would most likely be at Donya’s memorial and interception would take place there. Lemar noted the risks of casualties give n that civilians would be present.

John seeming pleased with the information started talking of a plan to take Karli in by surprise. This plan of ambush didn’t sit well with Sam and he proposed to talk to her alone. John refused, saying he didn’t want the possibility of losing Karli again.

Sam countered back that it was the best timing to reason with her, as she was now feeling vulnerable with someone dear to her loss. John vehemently rebuffed Sam’s proposal and claimed that reasoning with Karli was not an option, given that she had bombed a building with people in it.

Lemar, who you observed to be more level-headed than John ever would be chimed in that Sam could be attacked without any backup.

“And if I go in hot and the ops go wrong, more people will die,” Sam stated firmly.

“Sam is right.” Everyone turned to you and you continued to speak. “Look-” You shook in disbelief as you were about to break the promise you had with Dovich but you knew the situation called for it.

“I met with one of Karli’s guys.” All of the men were stunned at your revelation and you could see the betrayal on Bucky’s face more so than the rest.

“When was this?” He spoke up first as he looked on at you in disappointment.

“When we were out fishing for information on Donya, I miraculously spotted him on the streets and followed him. We talked.”

“And you didn’t bring him in?!” John accused as if you had done something terribly wrong. Bucky turned to give John the stink eye before going back to you.

“Why would you keep this from us at all?” Bucky couldn’t believe that you would have kept this information from him of all of the people.

“I promised him, he was going to talk to Karli for me after the memorial. He was our best chance to persuade Karli rather than go in by ourselves. We might not even have a shot.” You defended your actions.

“And how was he so agreeable to your request?” Bucky asked disdainfully. You didn’t like his judgmental stare at you, like as if he couldn’t believe you managed this feat.

“I saved him before back when we all fought the Flag Smashers on the truck. I convinced him with sincerity, happy?” You snapped back at the brooding super-soldier. Sam witnessing the once again tense exchange between the two of you intervened and spoke.

“That’s good, Y/N. Well done.”

“He said that he would only have me speak to Karli but I think you should do it, Sam. I can do talk to him again once he contacts me. You are the best one of us to do it.” You knew of Sam’s experiencing with counselling soldiers dealing with trauma and knew that he would do a better job to talk to Karli.

Sam was encouraged at your support for him and pulled you into a side hug which you returned gladly to him too. Bucky grew irritated at how your relationship with him was continuing to sour and began to feel disheartened. John being the thorn in your side still did not relent in his opinion.

“Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super-soldier alone?” John continued to harp on the matter.

“He dealt with worse and he’s not my partner.” Bucky curtly answered.

“I trust Sam, he’s more capable than you think.” You chimed in. Bucky gave you a brief warm look as the two of you had put your differences aside for a moment to agree on Sam’s competency.

When Lemar asked John to give this plan a chance, you could see the latter wavering on his stance. It seemed his soft spot for his partner and friend worked. The men still thought it was better to go for the memorial straight as they were not sure if Dovich could hold up his end of the promise.

You showed hesitation but decided to give in, knowing that you were outnumbered. Zemo led the group to approach a little girl and you could see him giving some money to the girl in exchange for the revelation of Donya’s memorial.

You all were soon directed to an old building and the little girl pointed up to a stairway before going off. Sam gave you a nod before making his way first.

John took it upon himself to cuff Zemo before stopping Sam, informing him that he only had ten minutes with Karli. You had it with his bossy attitude and wanted to throw a punch in his face.

As the time passed in the room, it was silent. Everyone took a spot to wait but John was pacing up and down. Bucky positioned himself near the door while you took a spot opposite Lemar.

Your eyes glanced nervously to Bucky, suddenly feeling all weird and awkward. You never had this feeling in a long time. The only time you felt his way was when you had just started living with him as you two were on the run and in hiding.

The sudden comfort and ease you had with him seemed to vanish with your first fight as you would call it.

“Hey, uh-now it’s not really the time…” Your attention to Lemar who was now speaking at you directly. Giving a surprising look at his unexpected conversation starter, you listened intently.

“I really am a fan of yours.” Your mouth opened slightly in surprise at his revelation. Tilting your head to the side, you gave him a quizzical look.

“Just thought your powers are really cool. I was amazed to see them in action back in Germany.” You weren’t sure how to react but nodded shyly and thanked him. Bucky couldn’t believe what transgressed in front of him.

Peering over to see you with a bashful expression, he couldn’t help to grow irritated out of jealousy.

“Were you born with them?” Lemar inquired politely and you nodded in response. Lemar had another look of wonder before continuing to ask.

“That’s extraordinary.” You shrugged your shoulders as you didn’t know what to respond. Sure, you know your powers were to be envied but you didn’t think of yourself holier.

“It’s nothing to be envied. I find more respect for people who are able to do extraordinary things without such advantages.“ Your humility gained a deepened sense of admiration from Lemar. “Thank you for your service.” Throwing a smile in his way, yours grew wider as Lemar returned one your way.

Eyes looking over to John, you gave a slight brief nod before looking away. You also had to acknowledge his contributions but you didn’t like him as much so that was the best you could do.

Minutes passed again before John grew more impatient by the second.

“No no no, this is a bad idea.” He started whispering to himself as he shook his head fervently.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Bucky noted with a huff.

“Don’t patronize me.” You could see John getting fed up with Bucky. Walking towards the other end of the room from where Bucky was, John stood to look at the clock and you saw the determination in his eyes. “That’s it. I am going in.”

“Woah, back down mister. You’re being too rash.” Moving to the side to block his path, you held up a hand to stop him from moving.

“And you’re being too relaxed.” He seethed impatiently at your interception. As his hands laid on your shoulders to move you physically, Bucky immediately went to snatch his hand away.

You felt yourself being shifted backwards and towards Bucky before he took a step in front of you. Both men puffed up their chests in dominance and looked at each other with distaste.

“This is all really easy for you two, isn’t it?” John’s eyes moved to yours before landing back at Bucky. “All those serum and powers running through your veins…”

“Your partner needs backup in there. Are you really going to have Sam’s blood on your hands?” John enunciated each word of his last sentence strongly to pressure you.

In a matter of seconds, John looked at the opening Bucky gave when he came to protect you and went for it. He quickly made his way to where Sam and Karli were.

You saw the look of distraught and betrayal on Karli’s face before she lunged for John and knocked him and Sam over. She immediately made a run for it with Bucky hot on her trail. Helping Sam up, you two made your way to back Bucky up.

The big building was an unfamiliar maze and the three of you tried to find Karli’s location. Hearing the sounds of crashing and gunshots, you all tried your best to follow the sounds to the exact location.

When you arrived at the door, you opened it to see Zemo knocked out cold on the floor. John was already at the scene and Lemar just joined a few moments later. The little pieces of glass with unknown blue residues confirmed your suspicions on what they were.

Oh god.

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“I deal with the power broker when the time comes,” Karli reassured the two men were worried about fighting two wars with both the power broker and Sam’s group.

“And I know a way we can deal with Sam without getting involved in a direct fight.” Karli intended. Nico and Dovich exchanged a brief look before Dovich asked how they were able to do so.

“We separate them. And then we kill Captain America.” Karli’s intentions didn’t sit well with Nico but he maintained a neutral expression. Dovich sat on the thought for a moment and remembered about you

“Hey look, Sam’s group is an odd mix but I don’t think they mean any harm. Except for Zemo, of course.”

With furrowed brows, Karli indicated for Dovich to explain himself. Dovich decided to speak about the earlier encounter he had with the Avenger.

“I talked with Y/N prior and she promised that she didn’t want any bloodshed.” Karli scoffed at her friend’s words and shook her head in disbelief. How was Dovich so trustful of you?

“That’s what Sam said too. But guess how it turned out.” She retorted with her own example to show how your group couldn’t be trusted.

“She’s not like that. I believe her, she can be trusted.” Dovich insisted. Karli and Nico were curious as to why was their friend was pushing for you.

“What’s gotten into you, Dovich? Why are you defending her?”

“Karli, she saved my life back in Germany. Her actions then spoke louder given she only met us for the first time.”

“She’s still loyal to her group. She’s loyal to the Avengers.” Karli continued to put down Dovich’s vouch for you. He then decided to change his tactics.

“I think she can be convinced to join our group. Imagine if she stood on our side, we would be unstoppable.” Karli looked up in interest as she considered the possibility of you fighting for their cause. Indeed, with your powers, the Flag Smashers would become a force to be reckoned with.

“That’s impossible.” Karli tried to reason with the fact that you were still with the enemy and you wouldn’t be turned so easily. She knew of your history and how you were loyal to a fault for Bucky Barnes. Would you so easily leave your friends to join them?

“She empathises with our cause. She said so herself.” Dovich added in finality, hoping that Karli could be convinced.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

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Your head was spinning from earlier events and you came back to the common room once you had a quick shut-eye upstairs. You could hear Bucky and Sam bantering about the same old topic on Steve’s shield.

You also heard Bucky’s comments about Walker and shook your head in disbelief at how inherently frustrating the man was. What could have been a successful peace talk with Karli was ruined by his brashness to display his authority.

The door burst open behind you and you looked over to see John coming in with Lemar, demanding for all of you to turn Zemo in. Sam took charge of the situation and put John in his place, stating he had been nothing but a thwart in your plans.

John being the arrogant pick he was tried to size up Sam, mocking him by saying he could put down the shield to make it fair for the both of them. You were fuming with the blatant disrespect that John was showing.

Before you could take another step, a familiar spear swooped in and lodged itself in the pillar near John. The familiar sounds of metal clanging let you know who was arriving and you saw familiar Dora Milajae members walking into the room.

Understanding the Wakandan words that were being spoken, you knew the Dora Milajae were here for Zemo.

John being the arrogant prick that he was, was proud to introduce himself as Captain America. An awkward silence ensued when they didn’t return a response. Sam tried to help John out by advising him that he should be careful to step on the Dora Milajae’s toes.

Ignoring Sam’s words, John went on to tell the Dora Milajae that they had no jurisdictions it had little effect when Ayo refuted his claims. Seeing John scoff before taking a step towards Ayo to place his hand on her shoulder, you immediately winced once Ayo swiftly knocked John down in three moves.

The scene in front of you unfolded quickly as John were quick to fight against the Dora Milajae and Lemar even stepped in to help his partner out. Seeing how the two men were hopelessly struggling with the warriors caused you to cringe in embarrassment.

“We should do something,” Sam said as he had the same sentiments as you.

“Looking strong, John.” Bucky commentated sarcastically with his arms crossed as if he was fine with how things were.

“Bucky….” Sam said in a nagging tone, as if Bucky was a child who did not want to do his chores. You looked over to give him a nod to say that Bucky should indeed step in before John really gets pummelled.

“Ayo, let’s talk about this”. Bucky stepped forward to intervene. Looking to the side, you saw one of the Dora aiming to give Lemar a blow before Sam stepped in. She managed to knock Sam down onto the couch and you knew it was your chance to step up.

You refused to use your powers with the Doras so you held your hands up to negotiate with them.

“Spare him, please.” You pleaded on Lemar’s behalf. The Dora withheld her weapon as she looked over you, recognising you from your Wakandan days. She left you

A sound of metal dropping caught your attention as you saw Bucky’s arm falling limply on the ground. His astonished expression accompanied by pain at Ayo’s disarm of his arm also brought you a shock.

In the midst of the chaos, you found that Zemo had disappeared. Ayo went to open the bathroom door and checked the room. She stated that Zemo was gone.

Ayo stated that their business was finished here and they would take their leave first. You helped Lemar up before walking over to Bucky who picked up his vibranium arm in disbelief.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked and Bucky shook his head in response. You bit your lips as you weren’t sure what to say.

In an attempt to comfort him, you reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze. Bucky was glad that your previous enmity towards him seemed to be gone and your interactions seemed to be back to normal.

“They were not even super soldiers.” Hearing John’s dismay at his utter defeat, you almost felt bad for him. Sam gave him a once over as John stood up, acting he was fine before leaving with Lemar.

The three of you left couldn’t believe Zemo made his grand escape even with all of you in the room.

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The three of you were making your way out in search of Zemo until Sam received a call from his sister. Apparently, Karli called Sarah as a strong message to Sam. Karli threatened to involve Sam’s nephews if Sam didn’t do as she said.

Your head shook in disbelief, you believed Karli to be different. To hear that she was pulling such a tactic changed your initial opinion of her. Sam received a message to meet her alone but you and Bucky wouldn’t let him go in alone.

Once the three of you suited up, you all made your way to the location. Entering the open plaza in the building, Sam called for Karli and you saw her head popped into view. You all made your way to her level.

You let Sam approached her while Bucky and you put yourselves at the side. Sam called her out for trying to involve his family but Karli replied that she would never harm them. Her eyes moved to where you and Bucky stood, noting aloud that Sam didn’t come alone as intended.

Karli reiterated that she never wanted to hurt Sam and that he was just a tool in the regimes she vowed to destroy. Killing Sam would be meaningless to her.

“I was gonna ask you to join me. And maybe Y/N back there. Dovich has spoken highly of you.” Seeing your eyes widened in surprise at the offer, Karli smirked before continuing.

“You could do better than them. You would be welcomed and appreciated within our circle. I know of your loss, your grief with the rest of your original team gone. You can find purpose with us.” You stepped forward as if her words were drawing you in.

Sam and Bucky were at a sudden loss at your movement. They didn’t think you would even process Karli’s proposal and were curious to know what you were about to do.

“Karli, I resonate with your cause.” Your words took your friends by surprise. Were you really going to switch sides?

“But I don’t approve of what you did back at the depot. I thought better of you.” You expressed your stance on the matter. Karli scoffed before giving her reply. “Don’t give me that. I don’t need your approval.”

“Shedding blood is never an option for me.” You stood your ground firmly.

“Fine, I admit my mistake. If you join us, I will make sure there would not be lives cost.” Karli tried to coat her words in favour of you.

She knew that she would do whatever was necessary for her to achieve her goals and even if it were to pretend to pander to your moral values, she was willing to give it a try if it meant she could have you switch sides.

Seeing your conflicted dilemma, Karli egged on. “Is it because of him?” She nodded back to Bucky. You looked over your shoulder to see him equally You looked at her with a perplexed look before she smirked once more.

“I read up about you. You came into his defence when he was accused of a crime he didn’t commit. You revealed your powers publicly and that got you thrown into the raft. Ever since he has been pardoned, you had been with him all this time.” You didn’t know where Karli was going with this but her next sentence finally made you understood.

“This only means one thing. You like him, don’t you? He’s the one holding you back.”

“No! What are you talking about?” You spoke through gritted teeth at how she chose to play this out. How could she expose you like this? Your ears burned with embarrassment at the revelation that stunned both Sam and Bucky.

What was Karli implying exactly? Bucky looked over to see you visibly shaking in anger and he was taken aback by how Karli’s words affected you.

“Even now, I see the way you are looking at him. At how angry you are now? You mad that your secret crush is out in the open?” You looked up to see Karli’s smug face and you controlled your energy from bursting through your hands.

“Stop your bullshit. Don’t act like you know me!”

“Please, I am letting you know that he is not worth it. You would do so much better for yourself if you join our cause.” Karli retorted and you hated how she acted like she knew what was best for you when she barely knew her.

Sam always had an inkling that there could be more from your relationship with Bucky but he kept silent on the matter out of respect. He knew that it was best to leave you figuring things out on your own.

He recalled how he had caught you and Bucky in an intimate moment back in the club at Madripoor and figured you two were more than it seemed on a friendship level.

Seeing Karli use such an approach to almost taunting you in the context of persuasion didn’t sit well with him. His inner big brother wanted to come out to defend you.

Meanwhile, Bucky was appalled to learn of everything from your exchange with Karli. Was it possible that you had liked him all this while?

When he talked to you about Madripoor earlier, he remembered your pained expression when he tried to void what happened between the two of you.

Was it because you were hurt by his denial? He must have sounded like the world’s biggest jerk. If you really liked him, he would imagine you being heartbroken from what he had said.

“He is worth everything.” Your very statement made Bucky looked back up in shock. No way would he ever thought you would like him in that way. He thought you were just being the kind-hearted and empathetic person that you always are to follow a guy like him.

Quick flashbacks came to him as he realized that you had always been by his side from breaking free of HYDRA to being on the run, following the Avengers civil war, his time in Wakanda, the fight with Thanos, Steve's leaving, his pardon after the Blip and up to now.

It dawned upon Bucky that he had taken you for granted. If you were gone right now, he could only imagine that he would possibly go the deep end.

“He is the most important person in my life and you don’t get to talk about him like that when you don’t even know him.” You asserted with renewed confidence. You figured while this situation wasn't ideal, it was the moment you had to tell your truth.

Looking back, you met Bucky with a small smile.

Bucky’s heart soared at what you had just said. To be regarded as your most important person was the thing that he never knew he needed.

You knew that your words inadvertently had answered the pressing question on Bucky’s mind. Karli knew she had failed to get to you after the answer and decided to lose her shot with you.

You hear Sam picking up something on his comms, stating that it was Walker. Karli was alerted and decided to make a move first. Bucky immediately jumped off as soon as he saw Karli doing the same.

You lifted yourself off and saw Sam knocking Karli over before he turned to Bucky, telling him that he would send him the location. You didn’t have time to say anything to Bucky, he only gave you a look of understanding before you both knew that there were more pressing matters at hand.

Sam nodded to you before you did the same and you followed him as he took off.

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You sent a blast towards the glass ceiling before you and Sam landed in the building. A crash was heard next when you recognised Dovich to be the one that was crashing. You looked to see John walking into view and your mind scrambled to analyse what was going on.

Dovich went ahead to use a metal pipe against John, but John pushed back and even bent the pipe into half like a rubber hose.

“Oh shit,” Dovich uttered before John sent him flying to where you stood. As Dovich looked up at you, you eyed him to go and heard Sam speak up.

“What did you do?” John didn’t answer the question and informed that the Flag Smashers had Lemar. Growing a soft spot despite your brief interaction, your heart dropped when you realised that Lemar was in danger.

John went ahead first before Sam followed behind. You placed your hand on Sam’s arm to pause for a moment, looking at Sam anxiously.

“Sam, I think he took one of the serums.” He nodded grimly at your words, indicating that he shared the thought too.

The two of you followed John where you were all ambushed by a member of the Flag Smashers. All of you tried to fend yourselves and you soon see Bucky joining the scene.

You were met face to face with Dovich. You gave him a look that said you were reluctant but had no choice to fight him.

He took you on and you tried your best to avoid his quick moves. You shot multiple non-fatal blasts at him to knock him over. He was doing his best to keep up with the speed at which you were throwing your blasts.

In the next split second, you sent two direct blasts to his chest that knocked the wind out of his chest. The following moment, you heard a loud collision and you looked to see Lemar crashed against a stone pillar.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you realised what had just happened. Lemar’s head fell slightly as you saw him lost consciousness. John immediately walked over to his partner and repeatedly tap him to wake him up.

You swallowed heavily as seconds passed and Lemar had no reaction. John called Lemar’s name over and over to no avail. You see John looking back his shoulder and directing his line of sight on you.

“Do something!” He cried out to you. You were at a loss for words as you didn’t know what he wanted you to do. You looked over to see Sam and Bucky equally stunned at what had occurred.

“I read your file. You brought someone back to life before!” You knew what John was referring to but you didn’t know if it could even work.

“I can’t, my powers don’t work like that-” Your powers came from your life force so you were able to transfer it to someone to regain theirs. However, you only did it once and it was because someone was dying of hypothermia. It was a different situation from Lemar’s.

“Please! I’m begging you! He’s everything to me!” John’s desperate plea touched you, knowing that he had said similar words to what you had said before about Bucky. You understood his plight and made quick steps to where he was.

Everyone looked upon the scene as you crouched down to your knees. You gave John a wary look before you brought your hands to Lemar who was lying in John’s arms.

Summoning your energy into your palms, you placed them on Lemar’s chest as if you were using a defibrillator. You pumped several sets of energy into Lemar while John patted him for a reaction.

When Lemar still showed no signs of life, the look of defeat on John’s face broke your heart. Tears start welling in your eyes as you looked at Lemar’s lifeless body. You saw Karli and her group starting to make a run for it.

Sam and Bucky made a chase for her immediately. John handed Lemar over to you before he sprinted for the window in front of you.

You could see the look of vengeance on his face and knew it didn’t bode well. You gently laid Lemar on the ground before waving your hand with your energy flames and placed it on where his heart was.

Rest in peace.

Your energy flames dissipated into his uniform and you stood up to follow behind John. You managed to catch him chasing after one of the Flag Smashers ahead of you. He was throwing his shield with brute force to knock the guy on his feet. You saw how the man was pleading for his life, claiming that he was not the one who killed Lemar.

John placed a foot to hold the man who was flailing his arms desperately. In a blink of an eye, he brought down the very shield that was used to protect people onto the man.

“NOOOOOOO!” You cried out in an attempt for John to stop his actions but it was too late.

Your eyes widened in unbelievable shock at what just transpired. When John lifted up the shield, you saw the blood that stained the legacy of the shield- Steve’s legacy.

You turned to see that a crowd was formed and people held out their phones to record what had happened. It didn’t sit well with you to know that in a matter of seconds, the whole world would also be watching this horrific scene too.

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7 Minutes in Heaven || k.sakusa ||

One shot - Fluff

Warnings - None

Masterlist

“Wait, what’s the plan again?” Hinata asks, blinking up confusedly at Atsumu.

“Okay, I’ll repeat it one more time. Ya know how Omi and [Y/n] like each other right?” Atsumu questions his teammates as Hinata and Bokuto nods. “And they basically don’t want to confess. Sooo...” Atsumu trails off, a mischievous grin on his face. “We’re going to invite ‘em for a slumber party at my house and play 7 minutes in heaven. But!” Atsumu suddenly exclaims, startling the two. “We’re going to make [Y/n] pick first but we’re only gonna put Omi’s name on the papers so no matter what, she’ll get Omi even if she picks a different paper.”

“Oooh! I like this plan!” Bokuto chimes, clasping his hands together. “I agree! But will Omi~kun accept though?” Hinata asks as Atsumu hisses in thought. “I’ll try to make him to. But if he won’t I’ll probably force him to.” Atsumu half jokes with a shrug. “Okay, let’s go set up the plan.”

“Let go.” Sakusa tries to get out of Atsumu’s grip while he drags Sakusa inside his house. “I never agreed to this!” “I don’t care! Yer joining the party!” Atsumu grunts and pushes Sakusa towards his room, nearly breaking his door open.

Sakusa grunts out and rubs his cheek. “Did you really have to push me?” “Ya’ll try escaping if I didn’t.” Atsumu shrugs and opens his bedroom door, dragging Sakusa inside.

Sakusa was met by his MSBY teammates and you. His crush.

“Oh! Hey, Sakusa!” You greet with a smile on your face and Sakusa desperately tries to hide his blush. “H-Hi.” He mutters shyly, looking away to the side. “Aye! We’re finally complete! Let’s get this slumber party started!” Bokuto cheers, pumping a fist up in the air. “Yay!!” Hinata cheers along.

Sakusa sighs and sits down beside you with a little space between the two of you, not noticing the light blush on your cheeks. He really didn’t mind getting close with you since he’s grown comfortable around you and knows you won’t go touchy around him. So he’s perfectly fine.

“Say, let’s play a game!” Atsumu suggests, earning agreements from everyone while Sakusa only stays silent, not wanting to talk. “How about 7 Minutes of Heaven?” Hinata suggests, earning nods of agreements, one hesitant nod from you.

Sakusa looks at Hinata in disbelief. “Seriously?” “We’re playing that whether ya like it or not!” Atsumu responds, sticking his tongue out towards Sakusa while the raven haired man only rolls his eyes.

“[Y/n], would ya like to pick first?” Atsumu asks, handing you a bowl with paper pieces inside. “Sure!” You shrug and pick out a random paper, reading the name aloud. “Sakusa...” You trail off, your eyes widening in surprise and fluster.

Sakusa almost chokes on air when he hears his name, face visibly reddening. “W-Wait what!?” He exclaims, snatching the paper out of your hands as he reads the name.

The three other players grin and try to stifle their giggles. “In the closet ya go, ya two!” Atsumu pushes you two in the closet, locking it with a chair. “7 minutes starts now! Good luck!”

“Oi!” Sakusa shouts from the inside of the closet as he tries to open the closet. “Get us out of here!” He pounds on the door, hoping it’ll break but it didn’t.

“Sakusa.” Your gentle, soft voice cuts him off and he looks at you. “Calm down. Let’s just sit and stay quiet until the 7 minutes is over. We both know they won’t let us out.” You reason, smiling shyly at him.

Sakusa’s face softens and sets his hands down to the side. “Right.” He nods, a scarlet tinted blush on his cheeks, hoping you won’t see it through the dark. But sadly it wasn’t that dark since there was light illuminating through the crack of the door.

You sit down and don’t say anything for a minute. Though the silence was awkward and you two don’t look at each other at all, too flustered due to the closeness.

“Do you think they did this on purpose?” You spoke up first. “They definitely did. I already knew because Atsumu chose you to pick first.” Sakusa sighs, resting his chin on his palm. “Yeah...” You exhale, jutting your lip out a little.

“They’ve been doing this for a while, I’m tired of it.” Sakusa grumbles to himself. You look at him, blinking at him confusedly. “What do you mean?” You question, and Sakusa flinches, not knowing he said that out loud.

“N-Nothing.” Sakusa mutters, hiding his blushy face from you. “Sakusa, I know you’re blushing. It’s not that dark here.” You state and Sakusa turns redder, turning his back to you. “Sakusa, what were you talking about earlier?” You ask once again, peeking your head through his shoulder to see his face.

“I-I...” Sakusa stammers, hesitating to answer. “I like you okay...for a while now. I was just too shy to confess and those idiots found out and try their best to make me confess to you.” Sakusa responds with no stuttering but was still flustered. “And it worked.” He sighs.

You stay silent in shock from his confession. You two knew each other ever since college since he was your roommate and you also liked him after you two graduated. But you remembered during your college days that he mentioned that he doesn’t want to get in a relationship yet so you restrained yourself from confessing, trying your best to act normal around him. But here you are now, getting confessed at by the Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Sakusa turns around at you in concern from your silence, panic slowly erupting inside him but kept it hidden. “[Y/n]?” His call snaps you out of your thoughts as you stare at him, a soft smile forming on your face.

“I like you too, Kiyoomi.”

Sakusa’s eyes widened in surprise before softening, smiling back at you. Even though you can’t see it due to the mask he was wearing, you know he was smiling because of how his cheekbones raise and corners of his eyes crinkles.

Sakusa lowers his mask and leans closer to you, stopping midway as if he was asking permission. You nod at him and he closes the distance between the two of you, giving you a passionate but soft kiss.

But seconds later, you two pull away when you hear cheers and laughs outside the closet, making the both of you confused. “Okay, love birds! 7 minutes is up!” Atsumu shouts, chuckling like an idiot. “Wait, hasn’t it been 15 minutes?” Hinata questions, checking the time on his phone.

You and Sakusa blush, realizing you two were in the closet for so long that you went past 7 minutes. Atsumu slowly takes the chair off, knowing he was going to get chased. And his thoughts were correct when he finished taking the chair off, Sakusa bursts out of the closet and chased Atsumu around the house.

You giggle as you watch Sakusa chase Atsumu like it was Tom and Jerry, hand resting softly on your lips as you think back at the kiss. And you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling goofily.

And you don’t notice Hinata and Bokuto looking at you teasingly with grins on their faces as they high fived each other.

A/n: YouTube had the audacity to play 34+35 while I was writing this 😭✋

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #one shot #fluff #7 minutes in heaven

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bostongirl13 · 3 years

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A SINGLE SHOT OF LOVE

Chapter 1

Summary: She is a federal agent and he is the boss of one of the most powerful mafia. Fate wanted their paths to cross, which could cost them both more than they were willing to sacrifice.

Words: 1.5+

Chapter warnings: murder, a description of a dead body

18+ ONLY CONTENT!

A/N: I know that two more people wrote to me to tag them, but I forgot. I'm very sorry....😭😓

New York City was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys. You could hear the incessant honking of the vehicles even before the sun rose. Impatient businessmen who had to get to the office, mothers who had to leave their children at their schools, facing the puzzling challenge of navigating through the crowd of parents and children; even some of the teachers who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel or two before their morning classes. After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humungous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves. All this made you know that the city is coming to life. And in all this chaos you were. For several hours you've been awake and just entering your office building.

You greeted the security guard at the front desk, handing him a cup of coffee like you did every day when he finished his night shift and you were just starting your day. Dave was a nice man and always ready to help so you didn't mind buying one more drink.

In the elevator you took a deep breath getting ready for a hard day at work. You tweaked the badge on your belt and took your phone out of your pocket to make sure you didn't get any new information on the new case.

As the elevator door opened, you were struck by the smell of carcass, dust and what you called office odor. You couldn't name it, but it was so specific that you wouldn't mistake it for anything else. In addition, it was only noticeable in the offices of the FBI. But not only that was characteristic here. Most of the people, except for undercover agents, wore suits or very formal outfits. You didn't know how to convince yourself of it, and since you started working as an agent, you wore jeans, T-shirts, sweatshirts, sweaters, etc.

After saying hello to a few people along the way, your boss stood on a dais, something like half a floor, waiting for you, still glancing at his watch. Your boss was the kind of agent who'd been born in a suit. He was never a baby or an infant. He was a serious man with a serious gun who rolled off the assembly line in Quantico, Virginia. He was shaved 24/7 and he spoke with a baritone voice and clipped legalistic words. Life had no color for him, no shades of grey either, it was all black/white right/wrong legal/illegal. He was the perfect FBI agent.

"Y/L/N" only greeted you by saying your name, and immediately moved towards the conference room.

When you entered a large room with a large table in the center, where several agents were sitting and with whom you had the opportunity to work, you realized by their expressions that it was not an easy case. So you took your seat at the table and looked at the image projected by the projector.

First it was a case number, then a map, a few photos of the city, a few criminals, and finally photos from the crime scene. Your eyes widened, surveying every smallest element of the projected image. You noticed one of the agents covering her mouth with her hand and running out of the room. It must have been new, or this was the first time she had dealt with this type of thing.

The photos showed a lantern on the docks by the port, with fragments of a woman's body hung on thick butcher's hooks.

"I invited you here because each of you, well, almost everyone worked to some extent on similar things. However, in other cases, we did not know who was the culprit. The situation is different here, because this kind of cruelty is characteristic of only one person. As you can see Vladimir Elistratov is back, which means we have a lot of work to do.”

The term "murderer" was now reserved for psychopaths. There were those that took life and crumpled under the weight of guilt, even if they'd no choice. There were some who killed when necessary and never lost a wink of sleep over it, that's pretty much where you sit. There are others who have made it a whole new hobby, look at them the wrong way and they attacked with lethal force. That last group are the only ones considered murderers now. Vladimir Elistratov belonged to the latter group.

After explaining, assigning tasks, and settling all the details needed for the moment, the agents went their way. You stayed for a while looking at all the photos from the beginning.

"Memories are coming back, aren't they?"

You looked up at your boss.

"You could say that," you laughed nervously. "Elistratov ... It will be a tough business. You know that well, Jack. ”You got up from your chair and put your hands in your jacket pockets.

“I am not saying that it is not. I want to be sure you can do it. Last time…"

“The last time I had less experience and acted in the dark, not knowing what I was doing. Now, well, now I can do more. "

Jack - your boss - said nothing, just nodded, agreeing with what you said.

"Just remember that you can talk to me at any time."

Although everyone thought him to be a cold, typical FBI agent, not expressing emotions, they were wrong. Jack had a heart and soul, and you saw it perfectly well when you dealt with Elistratov for the first time. However, this is not a story for now. What was over and no one will turn back the time. The mistakes were made and you can only pray not to make them again.

Your first task for today was to go to the docks to look around at crime scenes, see if the technicians missed any traces. Not that you didn't trust their abilities, but it must be admitted that each person pays attention to something else. Especially if they work in various positions.

Upon entering the underground garage, you saw a man standing by a black Mustang. He had a paper bag in one hand and a telephone in the other, typing intently, judging by his frown.

"Clint?"

"Y/N" the man immediately put the phone away and came over to greet you. "It's been a long time," he laughed and hugged you.

"What are you doing here?"

"I help. Jack didn't mention it? " You shook your head, "Well, maybe he forgot. He is no longer a teenager. Well. Get in. We're going to the docks. The technicians must have missed something. "

You haven't thought about it now, but your boss hasn't forgotten anything. Never. However, you trusted Clint too much to question his words, so without unnecessary words, you got into the car and drove to the indicated place.

Clint was a rather remote FBI agent. He was only summoned for important matters, and so no one ever knew where he was or what he was doing. A real secret agent after all.

When you arrived at the place, you immediately saw yellow tapes separating a certain area, suggesting that this area is forbidden for unauthorized persons. But now it was no longer necessary. Both of you broke the tape and started to circle the area, each one on a different side, looking for some traces.

“Something's not right for me. Why docks, why not a park? There are more people in the park, and as we know Elistratov loves the audience. "

“I also think it's a bit off his style. It's as if the copycat did it and not himself, ”Clint agreed with you. "Fuck, I have to pick it up, ”he said, looking at the screen of the ringing phone. You let him know it was okay and indicated with your hand that you were walking towards the hangars.

At first glance, everything seemed normal. A huge hangar, riddled with years of etching rust and bullets after numerous shootings. In the past, fishing boats were repaired here. Now it was a large building with a lot of metal. You went over to the other side, seeing that you wouldn't find anything here anyway, but still wanted to be sure that you checked every millimeter of the terrain.

And then you saw him. A tall man dressed in an expensive suit - or so you thought - hair combed back and sunglasses. He was leaning against a car, a black Audi, and talking on the phone. You didn't hear what the conversation was about, though, but judging from his clenched jaw, it wasn't pleasant. You took out your phone and took a few hidden photos and sent them to Clint. You looked again at the man who seemed to be staring right at you….

~ To be continued ~

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