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ellieluvr420 · 3 months

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We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx

Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.

Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.

"No, isn't it 2pm?"

Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"

"Your whole life is a sin."

"Jeez someone's grumpy."

"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, years ago."

"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?

"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.

"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"

"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."

"Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."

"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I really don't like you."

"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.

"Come in."

Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.

"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.

"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."

"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."

You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.

"What now?"

"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."

"They always do. Do you think he will?"

"No I don't think he will, but..."

"Oh there's always a but."

"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"

"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."

Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.

Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."

"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"

"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."

"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."

"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.

"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."

"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"

"Abby!"

"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."

"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.

"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."

"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.

"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.

"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.

"You have a great rack."

"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.

"Hey I mean it."

"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."

"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.

"Can I take these off?"

"Obviously."

She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.

"Wait. Come here."

"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.

"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.

"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.

"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.

"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.

"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.

"Don't even think about it."

She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.

"Fucker."

psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee

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blujayonthewing · 4 months

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for that one oc ask - GHOST and DESIRE for uhhhhhhh Melliwyk! I know very little about your OCs yet so i'm tempted to just keep throwing asks at you but I don't wanna overwhelm lol

hi hello first of all please do feel free to send more... if the spirit moves you...... 👀

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

When asked about the scars up her arm, Melliwyk usually explains it very briefly as the result of a lab accident when she was still a student, laughing off almost dying and how the discharge launched her across the room, but it also launched her academic and research career. What she does not generally explain is that the other thing that happened was her then-roommate happened to walk back in unexpectedly at the exact wrong moment, got caught in the face with magically charged electrified shrapnel, and was permanently blinded... the incident may have accelerated Mel's arcane studies, but it ended Amberly's.

It set the tone for the rest of her career. Even having exploded, her experiment was highly impressive and promising, especially from someone so young and still early in her arcane studies, so it opened up a lot of opportunities for her-- and on the other hand she got a reputation for keeping an eye on the bigger picture and not letting personal risk or others' feelings get in the way of meaningful progress, a reputation she leaned into an benefited heavily from despite the fact that Amberly getting caught in the accident in their dorm wasn't even really her fault. There were lots of other times in the years following where she was more than a little flippant with risk management or others' wellbeing in the pursuit of her work. It got her a lot of professional respect, and mostly her reputation ensured others kept themselves out of risk around her; she got really used to not thinking about anybody else whenever she did anything, for better and for worse.

This was decades ago, now; for most of that time, she's consciously thought about it very little-- and definitely less and less over the years (although it subconsciously has affected her decisions sometimes, like moving out into the middle of nowhere alone to get into weirder and possibly more volatile experimentation). She's been thinking about it a lot lately, though. Adventuring is the first time in a long time she's had to live and collaborate with others, and relies on mutual trust for her own survival. Doing Hero Shit in the real world, with real people enduring real suffering, has also put her back in touch with her humanity after spending so much time in magical academia and then total isolation. She's had to think, a lot, about how many people have been hurt or killed by things like not barring the door while working on something dangerous, or thoughtlessly drawing aggro to an already injured NPC, or failing to safeguard her loved ones after knowing that her becoming an enemy of the state would put a target on their backs as well. She liked Amberly. She hadn't meant to hurt her, and hadn't even meant to be careless about her safety; it worries her how hard it seems to be for her to protect others from her own actions, even when she wants to-- how dangerous she is to the people she cares about. She's not entirely sure what she can do about it other than isolate herself again, and that isn't really an option anymore.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Oh man this is a really interesting question for her right now! For her entire adult life, her greatest desire was to either reinvent or rediscover artificing, which was a millennia-lost art in her world; she kind of figured, you know, either she'd do that under less fraught circumstances, or it would be a lifelong pursuit that she could work to further but would never personally live to see the end of, so, honestly she's feeling more than a little unmoored right now in terms of, you know... personal goals..... entire life's purpose...... that kind of thing. Fortunately she's still got the broader overarching desire for discovery in general to keep her going, and slightly-more-dubiously-fortunately the Ongoing Adventure demands all of her attention right now (more, I would almost argue, than she has to give...), but Being An Artificer when that was a theoretical/ experimental field has been so central to her identity for so long that I think if you asked her right now what she desires most she'd get really stressed and existential about it, lmao. She hasn't had a chance to figure it out yet! I mean, of course, there's always going to be an answer, and right now it's probably 'to destroy the sorcerer king [our bbeg]' for various plot and personal reasons-- but even that, you know, I think she'd be uncomfortable and dissatisfied with the thing she wants the most being 'to beat the bad guy' instead of something more personal and/or interesting.

ask about my OCs!!

#THANK YOU GOOD QUESTIONS!!#mel remembering that she really does care about other people has been good for her as a person but it hasn't FELT good lmao #melliwyk: [alignment shift from ch. neutral to ch. good]#melliwyk's brain: hey remember how many lives you've ruined getting where you are today. and you weren't even trying to. lol #our druid's entire home island getting firebombed traces back to melliwyk meeting him and taking him with her on her journeys #she's too sensible to Blame Herself for the actions of evil people following a chain of events she never could have predicted--#but she is. Aware. of the fact that if zhartook hadn't met her his home wouldn't have been destroyed and his people nearly wiped out #she's DEEPLY aware of xander getting hit by the retaliatory AOE spell meant for melliwyk and then dying at her feet #because she was more than capable of getting him hurt but completely unequipped to help him. of course #high level arcanist NPC who knows her by reputation: [expresses surprise at her caring or having objections--#-- to a secret construction project where citizens are being enslaved and cruelly and ruthlessly worked to death by summoned devils]#melliwyk: [desperately wracking her brain for whether she was ever really THAT heartless? surely not? surely.......]#(she was NOT ;n; but now that's A Thing she's gotta think about)#... anyway sorry this is so fucking long including the tags I am physically incapable of being succinct dfgkjhffkdgf #ask thing #my OCs #melliwyk

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twoidiotwriters1 · 11 months

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I am sobbing them having a family and finally enjoy the peace they always dreamed of... I’m insane for this -Danny

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September—December 2004

Having twins wasn't as hard as they thought it'd be. They've had enough practice thanks to the time spent babysitting all the children. The real problem came when they realized they couldn't hand back the twins to their parents when things got complicated— because they were the parents.

Their sleeping schedules were a mess, whenever the twins were asleep was a good time for them too. Harry left Ron in charge and he was now taking a break so he could help Mel at home. Erick and Anne weren't able to, little Eliot Flint was close to arriving and Josie was taking most of their time, without mentioning they also had a six-year-old and a four-year-old to look after.

"I don't know how they do it," Mel whispered to Harry once she'd managed to put her twins to bed. "They look so well-rested all the time!"

"Anne's used to a busy life, helping her parents at the farm and all," Harry yawned, falling back on the bed with only his trousers on. "And Erick... well, he's Erick. That git always looks good."

"One day he'll get older— grey hairs and wrinkles," Mel crawled onto the mattress and fell next to him with a quiet groan. "Maybe he won't be good-looking then."

"I'll look like the sorting hat," Harry complained half-asleep.

"Fiddlesticks," she tilted her head to the side and kissed his cheek. "You'll be annoyingly pretty, like always."

Harry chuckled, eyes closed. "You're my wife, you have to say that."

"Well, I'm your wife so my opinion should be the only one that matters," she raised a brow. "Would you like it if I spent my days sulking because Isaac Movak has moved on to a prettier, younger girl?"

He seemed to wake up with that, and he frowned. "He did what?"

"Oh, he hasn't, but some men think women are less attractive once they're mothers..." Mel shrugged, sitting up to take off her shoes and socks.

"Well, I think you're breathtaking."

"You say that because you're my husband," she teased him.

Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, towering over her. Mel let out a short yelp that she had to cover with her hand.

"Don't wake them!" Harry looked over his shoulder at the babies. His eyes focused on them frantically.

"Don't do that, then!" She scolded him in a whisper, slapping his chest. "You caught me by surprise!"

"Sorry." Harry kissed her, but when things were starting to get interesting, Emmeline began to cry. Mel pushed the young man away and went to pick up her baby so she wouldn't wake her brother. "Sometimes it feels like they do it on purpose..." Harry muttered in a bad mood.

"They probably do," she grinned. "They want me for themselves a little longer..."

"I had you first," he replied childishly. "Can't I have five minutes in private with my wife..."

"Just five minutes?" Mel tried not to laugh. "Then I'm glad she woke up! Nothing worth doing takes five minutes."

He snorted. "Give her here..." he took Emmeline from her, Harry's gaze shifted, and he spoke in a quiet, gentle voice. "What if I'm a terrible father?"

"Harry..." Mel said in a tone of warning.

He shook his head. "I don't remember how my dad was... I grew up with Uncle Vernon as my only example..."

"Just be you."

"I've never been a dad," he gave her an annoyed look. "I've been a leader, a friend, but this... How am I supposed to know?"

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Your father loved you with all his heart, Harry. That's all it takes. You love and care. We won't be able to help them all the time, but we don't have to. Just hold their hand the same way you do with mine. That's enough."

Harry's frown deepened. "What if they don't like me?"

"What if they hate me?" Mel offered casually. "Being a Dumbledore puts too much weight on a kid's shoulders. There'll be a moment when they find out who we were, and who we are outside this house. What if they resent us because of it?"

Harry took the questions like they were absurd. "All I did, I did it thinking of you, and what we could have together once the war ended. I never cared for the rest."

"That's your answer, then," she kissed his cheek. "They'll love you because you loved them even before they even existed. Trust me, Harry. They are my children too, and if they're anything like me, nothing in this world can make them hate you."

"But you did hate me at some point," he said heavily.

To his surprise, Mel laughed. "Oh, Harry, it wasn't hatred," she told him. "I hated that I couldn't have you. I loved you so much I was angry about the distance, that was all."

Harry nodded a bit, then he made his way to the crib and laid their girl on it once she was calm, he stared at Emmeline and James for a moment, a strange look in his eyes. "Let's go to bed."

The routine had finally gone back to normal for a bit... then Hermione got pregnant.

"Babies! Everywhere I look!" Fred cried dramatically. "Can you people stop for just a second? Give me a break!"

"Why don't you travel with Jo for a while, Fred, it sounds like you need it," Erick smirked.

"I don't mind the babies," Regulus spoke up. He was getting taller slowly but surely, and this was giving him more confidence in himself. "More kids means more birthdays, which means cake."

"And more kids to boss around, right?" Mel asked knowingly.

"I don't boss them around," the boy turned up his nose. "They like to listen to me."

"Don't fight with your brother," Emily warned her.

"I'm not fighting, if that were the case he would lose, 'cause I'm older than him. Anyway," Mel turned to Hermione. "Those are wonderful news, 'Mione!"

"You better pray you don't get twins, Ronnie," Fred teased him. "Runs in the family, after all."

"Mine were Harry's fault," Mel stated.

"We don't know that," Harry scowled.

"A Dumbledore's never wrong, Glasses."

"Anne and I decided we'll only have one more kid and then—"

"I thought you would stop after Elliot?" Mel laughed. They were on their way back home, and Erick had decided to bring up the subject after Hermione's news.

"Anne thinks five's better."

"Oh, so it's all Anne's doing, then? You have nothing to do with it?" Harry grinned.

"I like big families," he admitted. "The Weasleys are a cheerful lot, aren't they? I couldn't help myself, I always dreamed of having what they have..."

"You have it," Mel patted his shoulder. "But I warn you, it might not be as fun once they hit puberty."

"Guess where the World Cup will take place this year!" Ginny went up to them happily.

"Where?"

"France!" She exclaimed. "You guys have to go!"

Mel and Harry shared a look. "Dunno, Ginny, the twins are so small..."

"By then they'll be a year old! C'mon, Ron and Hermione said they'd go!"

"But 'Mione's pregnant," Mel insisted. "Not the same as having to look after two babies..."

"Your mother said she'd come! She's taking Reggie! Remus and Tonks are taking the boys too!"

"What about Erick?"

"Oh, you know he's not a fan, but I think Anne will go and she'll bring Emily."

Harry sighed. "We'll think about it."

Ginny seemed to understand as she spoke, although she did look a little disappointed. "Don't feel pressured to, but I'd like it if you were there. It's my first World Cup, after all..."

Once she left, Mel turned to her husband.

"I know that look," Harry shook his head with a bit of amusement. "You're already thinking about it, aren't you?"

"Well, the twins like Quidditch," she offered with a tiny guilty smile.

"They enjoy watching things flying around, not the same as liking Quidditch," he raised a brow and crossed his arms. "Dunno, Mel, aren't they too young?"

"They'll be a year old by that time," she replied eagerly. Truth was she was just as excited about it as anyone else, the last time she'd gone... well, it hadn't been exactly perfect. "Perhaps we can make it work?"

"Jamie, please just finish your bottle," Mel begged him on the verge of tears. "Leen had no problem with hers, why are you not eating?"

"Give that here for a moment..." Harry asked gently, Mel could be very irritable when she was this tired. He tried to reach for the bottle. "Please..."

Mel handed him the item, and Harry examined it. He turned it upside down and pressed, but nothing came out of it. "Huh, did we just buy this one?" He frowned. "I think the hole is sealed up. It's defective."

Mel started crying for real. "I'm a terrible mother!" She blurted out. "The whole hour I was scolding James for not eating and he couldn't even— nothing was coming out! He's probably so hungry..." The young woman held her baby tighter against her, which didn't help James to feel more comfortable and made him squirm even more.

"He's alright," Harry tried to ease her. "I'll fix it, it's really simple... I'll change the tip and it'll be ready to go..."

"What am I going to do once you go back to the Ministry?" she sobbed, nuzzling James's little head miserably. "I'm a lousy mum!"

"Stop that," he said, speaking in a slightly firm voice. "You're weary, it's easy to make mistakes when we can't think properly." Harry took James from her arms. "Go to sleep. I feel alright, I can watch the twins for a bit on my own."

"But—"

"Mel... shut up," he frowned. "We're not discussing it. You need sleep." She cleaned her face like a little kid. For a second Harry saw that little girl he'd helped many times to recover from her panic attacks. His heart softened. "You're tired," he insisted in a gentler voice. "But you've been brilliant so far, everyone says so."

"You think so?" She sniffed.

"I do. I'm very proud of you, and I would like you to go and rest, I need you to be okay too. So do the twins."

"Okay," she nodded, already feeling her eyes closing.

"Thank you," he leaned to kiss her forehead. "Now go, I have a baby to feed."

"This girl is squirmish!" Ron complained.

Mel laughed. "You asked me to let you change her, don't whine."

Harry was working again, and the twins were well aware of his absence, cause they were crying a lot more than before. Ron offered to help her, his boss was especially willing to let him go, anyway.

"Jamesie's next, so you better get to work," she said.

"Smile!" Hermione exclaimed.

Ron and Mel looked toward the doorstep, Hermione had found Mel's old camera. "Wait!" Ron exclaimed, he finished his work on Emmeline, it was messy and bulky, but done at last. "The babies aren't ready!"

"Well, do it quickly!" Hermione laughed.

Mel lifted her son and sat him next to his twin sister, Ron was holding Emmeline straight. Both babies were looking at Hermione with the same Dumbledorish light-blue eyes.

Once Elliot Flint was born, it was hard to keep up with all the toys, baby clothes, and children that were around their home. Weekly, Mel and Harry would have small visitors on their property, more so now that Bill and Fleur were taking their girls to visit so they could spend time with the rest of the children.

George and Angelina were taking his son and daughter as well, they were closer to Elizabeth and Josephine in age, so they were always together. For some reason, Erick's home was as popular with the children as it was Mel's, maybe because even if he was a wonderful parent to the girls, he was still Erick.

He liked the loud scandal his daughters made, but the rest of the children seemed to be a little afraid of him, even if he was always good to them, he'd never outgrown that aura of haughtiness. The only boy who seemed not to fear him was Regulus, and that was because he'd grown up with him.

Little Regulus, who was no longer little, but an eight-year-old with strikingly smart grey eyes and a smile that reminded you who was his father. As the eldest boy in the lot, he was pretty much worshipped by the others, he was their leader and protector from the scary things lurking out in the forest and under beds, and there was a certain little girl who seemed to blush a lot because of it.

"Mel, is your brother coming this weekend?" Em knelt next to her and handed her the watering can.

"I think so," the young woman replied, thanking her briefly. "Why?"

Emily blushed and smiled bashfully, but she didn't reply. Mel shifted her position so she was crouching face to face, and smiled at the little girl with amusement. "Emi?"

The girl giggled and scurried away, Anne walked up to Mel carrying a sleeping James in her arms, his unruly light-brown hair was already growing at a surprising speed. Mel looked up at her and beamed.

"Is Emmeline asleep already?" Her friend nodded and winked at her, Mel sighed in relief. "Your hands are magical, really."

"You'll learn as well, you just need a bit of practice," Anne grinned. "Was Emily rambling about your brother again?"

Mel got up and brushed the dirt off her knees. "Oh, so that's what's happening?"

Anne nodded again, laughing a little. "You know Erick likes to read her and the other girls before bed, but I think she's decided little Leon as her brave knight."

Mel chortled, she could imagine how Regulus would take the news. "Really? Well, I guess it makes sense, he's quite protective of her and her sisters."

"Oh, he's good to all the kids, but she's completely convinced she'll get him to promise to marry her."

"Marry her?" Mel's brows rose in surprise. "Aren't they too young for that?"

"She is very much like her father in every way, it seems," Anne walked with Mel back to the backdoor of the house and into the kitchen. "Hopeless romantic, determined, and a little obsessive about the things she wants."

"Well, she's also kind, polite and charming, so who knows?" Mel replied humorously. "I'm not sure Reggie will like it altogether, though. He has no problem being a knight, but a husband? He's not very fond of marriage," she joked.

"I'm home!" Harry called, brushing off the snow from his shoulders.

The twins immediately stopped and looked up, squirming on the rug at the sound of their father's voice. Mel chuckled at the cute scene. "We're in the nursery!"

Harry climbed the steps two by two, and he found Mel seated on the floor making sure the babies played safely, they were barely four months old, but they were rather active and attentive, probably every parent thought that of their children, but Mel and Harry truly believed their babies were bound to be really bright.

Emmeline and James squealed happily when Harry came into view, the grin on the young man's face widened as he stepped forward, a light beard was once again covering his face, and Mel was definitely not complaining about it.

She made room for him and Harry sat, kissing her cheek affectionately. "Skeeter keeps trying to corner me around the Ministry to ask me about the twins. They're desperate to know their names and what they are."

"They're babies, what else do they need to know?" Mel asked with an absent smile, watching as James tried to crawl toward his dad.

"Apparently their names, their looks and sizes, and whether or not have they shown any signs of remarkable magic," Harry replied in the same tone, waiting patiently for his son to reach him.

Emmeline rolled over and squealed, her chubby little hands tried to push her back on her belly but she wasn't succeeding.

"Well it's obvious that they're the next Merlin," Mel joked.

Harry chortled, he finally picked up James and the little boy giggled, holding onto his dad's robes. The young man planted a tender kiss on his forehead. "They're perfect," he said lovingly, looking up at her with his lovely green eyes. "Everything is."

Mel leaned in and kissed him, James squealed once more at the proximity of his mother and Emmeline cried a bit with frustration, she was stuck. Mel picked her up and then she got to her feet, walking past Harry she ran a hand through his hair. "Are you hungry?"

"Very," he replied, getting up with James firmly tucked in his arms and following her out of the room.

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vlassk · 2 years

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Banshee part 4

An- Oh boy am I excited for the new part of stranger things but ya know. I'm also really scared. Sorry this chapter might be short, ive been pretty busy and I'm still trying to get out new chapters.

Summary- As you watch over eight and become closer to her your mistreatment by your Coworkers start to seep into your Brain more and more. You realize how Messed up this place is

Paring- Henry Creel x reader

Song-

Warnings- language, gun violence, death, missing children, grief

1974--

When each year would pass you would all have a mini celebration with each other. All the workers would gather around with Brenner after the children were put asleep and Brenner would give everyone a talk about the New Year.

It was depressing each time. There was an obvious difference with You and Peter and everyone else who works in the entire building. You two were once the 'children' of Dr Brenner. They all saw you as a threat some of them even having to apprehend you both at some point, and it remained that way throughout your years working there. Sometimes you would catch the nurses giving you dirty looks. Every time someone saw peter with you, you felt their judgment and hatred more.

"They are staring at us..." You say sitting in the Employee lounge. Usually you both were alone but today was a busy day, you and peter were in charge of watching the three year old Eleven with Eight.

"Who cares" peter goes back to reading his book. You both were sat side by side on one of the couches. Everyone knew you liked Peter but no one knew his own feelings. Sure he flirted With you but he never did anything else but the occasional kind gesture.

" It matters to me... You know I hate how they treat us." You sigh And begin to lay your head in your lap.

"Jesus Y/n don't slouch here" peter knocks your head slightly, as your head fell up he still gives you a warm smile.

"Are you excited to babysit?" You smile and poke at peters Arm. His smile only get bigger as he looks back down at his book.

"Just a little, I know you love Eight but, I feel like Eleven is going to be different" peter closes his book and puts it down turning to you.

"Plus..she's adorable and very kind unlike two and the rest.." He gives a faded smile. You take his hand and hold it for a moment

"I'm glad you're having fun here. Better than our actually daily work" you stand up still holding his hand

"Let's go greet the babies!" You smile as peter stands up as well, you were ready to let go but for some reason He stayed holding on to you. As you both walked out hand in hand you pass by a few nurses standing by the door. Without being able to dodge anything one of them kicks their foot out, tripping you over, instinctly you close your eyes

But you still held peters hand, something the nurses didn't see, as you fell He lifted his arm and used the other to catch you. As if he just tipped you over during a fancy dance.

You slowly opened your eyes being greeted by Peters big blue ones. A small giggle was given by the nurses. The one who tripped you was obviously annoyed you didn't fully fall.

Peter turns his head to look at the nurses, he glares at them and they turn their heads. Beginning to walk out of the room.

He turns back to look at you, still holding the position you were on.

"Uh..." You slowly let go of his hand out awkwardness.

"Sorry" as you say this you quickly lose balance freaking out and grabbing onto the man holding you up. As you freak he also loses balance and falls on top of you.

"Ouch" you quietly groan out, peter already picking himself up

"I'm sorry I probably hurt you" he starts to lift himself up off of you, making sure his full weight isn't on you. You were still slightly holding on to him, for everyone who might walk in the position was definitely odd.

"No im sorry I lost my balance and freaked out". You shake your head at your own stupidity, realizing how close you were you started to blush just a bit. You just hopped he didn't notice.

"Gosh you always fall for me.." He rolls his eyes and starts to fully get up, not noticing your arms around him. When he notices though he stops moving. Looking down at your arms still stuck and back at you. His face goes red as you let go, he quickly gets up, reaching out a hand to help you.

"Sorry i guess that panic really sent me huh?" You awkwardly dust yourself off.

"No its fine. Falling can be an uncomfortable feeling"

"Yeah...anyway shall we?I miss eight" you turn to leave, Peter grabs on of your shoulders to turn you. He slowly moves his hand up to your face, slowly picking off an eyelash. Your face goes to an even deeper red.

"Why so red?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks. You shake your head and push him away.

"We must pick up eight!" You grab peters hand amd storm out of the room and into the hallway

You speed run down the halls, peter chuckling at his own words.

You refused to let him see you all blushed and flustered. Finally you both arrived at the rainbow room, eight sat alone in one corner as the children played, brenner already sitting inside talking to five. As you both slowly stepped up Peter walks slowly to Brenner.

"Dr. Brenner we are here for Number eight. May we take her right now. I know its a bit early" He leans down to Brenner getting at his height

"Both you and y/n? I assume?" Brenner takes his attention off of five, they give peter an annoyed look.

"Yeah... Only if its still okay with you" he gives Brenner a small smile. Brenner glances at you, you were already interacting with Eight, when he looks back at Peter he sees him also looking at her.

"Fine, but remember Eleven is still iffy with people" Brenner nods Peter off and turns back to Five. Who instantly smiled at her PaPa.

Peter sits up and starts walking to you and eight, a big smile on his face as he sits down next to you both.

"Who's ready for a play date?" Peter smiles patting the girls head, she smiles and looks up at you, your smile being even bigger. You take her hand as you all begin to walk out walking down to the room they keep the children under 5 go. You knock on the door lightly and a nurse opens it. You both exchange smiles and And she walks out leaving you three with Young Eleven, as eight goes to play with three you take a seat on the small chairs provided. This was one of the only rooms with good carpet. Peter takes a seat next to you, sometimes Eleven would walk towards him handing him whatever building block she was playing with. It was sweet and comforting.

Once the play date was over you helped pick up and sat to wait for the nurse for Eleven.

" wasn't this fun" you say holding onto eleven tickling her a little bit

"Yeah it was. Seems like eight though is a little jealous" peter smiles, once you turn your head you see eight staring at you as you hold onto eleven, peter takes her from you And gently sits her on his lap.

"She's a cute one isn't she? So nice compared to Six..." Peter boops Elevens nose.

"Hah yeah thats true. Didn't they bite you?" As you laugh out Eight runs to you. And hugs your leg. You slowly pat her head in comfort.

As you were all settling down the door clicks open a nurse comes and instantly looks at Both you and peter. Her face slowly turns to disgust as she sees eight holding onto you.

"I'm here now. You all can leave. " she says, turning back to you and eyeing you up and down.

You roll your eyes at her, peter puts Eleven in her bed and just stand and hold onto Eights hand.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" The nurse asks faking a confused tone.

"No no definitely not" you say in defense putting one hand up.

"Stay in your place. This time you can't call for your 'papa'" the nurse moves aside waiting for you to leave with peter.

"How about you? Stay in your place, did you forget who we are? What we can get away with" the nurse was about to reply, but peter pushes you and eight out. Ignoring whatever else the nurse would have said.

"Hey what the hell?" You say trying to go back in.

"Stop picking fights with those idiots. Gosh you'll get into trouble you-... You're so annoying" peter sighs and begins to walk. You walk along as well leading Eight onto the rainbow room with the others. you drop her off as she goes back to her corner. Picking up some toys and playing by herself.

As you leave the room you see peter waiting outside.

"please promise me you won't do anything to piss anyone off..." Peter turns his head to look at you, You slowly walk to the side of the wall he's leaning on, His head following you as you do.

"I'm not, they just hate us. they hate you a lot but if I get it there will be less consequences" you lay your head on his shoulder, tired and angry at the nurse still.

"They hate us sure but don't give them any reason to act on that hate. You should know by now this place isn't sunshine and rainbows" peter gets up from the wall. Going to stand in front of you. You hold your breath as he gets closer

"Please promise me you won't give them any reason to hurt you" peter leans in close, almost whispering his words.

"Peter..." Before you could say anything else a door opens, spooking you both, you slowly turn to see a security guard walking out of the bathroom.

"Uh...uhhhh.....okie" the guard awkwardly walks off after staring at you both for a second. You both watch him leave, then turning to each other once you both were in the clear.

A large buddle of laughter leaves both of you, as you throw tour head back peter leans down putting his head on your shoulder as he hides his own laughter. He slowly begins to rise his arms to your side. As he looks up a small subtle smile appears on his face

"What?" You try holding I'm your laugh, trying to drop your own smile.

"You're the only reason I can get through my days y/n"

You giggle at his words, peter instantly looks down regretting what he said.

"Look who's the one Falling..." You smile more turning your head to the side. When peter finally looked back up his smile was the brightest thing I'm the building.

"Shut up.." He rolls his eyes letting go of you, You smile at him trying to hide his smile, you lean up a bit and kiss his forehead, pushing him back softly and walking off.

"See you at dinner lame-o" you laugh Hysterically as you turned the corner.

Peter puts his hands In his pocket as he leans against the wall again. Looking up at the ceiling and smiling.

He heard the familiar Footsteps as it snapped him out of the thoughts he was having.

"Peter... I see you're getting closer to her" as peter turned his head to look at Brenner he instantly rolled his eyes

"Okay i can see the sass...what's wrong" brenner stands next to him. Peter stood up straight looking Brenner head on.

"You already know papa..." He begins to walk away, brenner holding his shoulder so he stops.

"I know... And I know I said you should stay away but..." Brenner trails off. Not knowing what else to say or how to.

"But what. You said to stay away so I have to...and so I am" peter takes his hand off already taking his hands off.

" peter no no... I was wrong. I see that you both are doing really good, it was wrong of me to put your pasta against you, especially knowing how Y/n feels myself" brenner seemed sad. He knew he somewhat cared for the children he raised. Both You and Peter were his firsts, and The way he got Y,N to trust him was unbelievable. As he grew and only cared for more he knew it was unfair to them.

"Its unfair to stop whatever is going on when I took at least her opportunity to have it... So do whatever, be stupid and have fun whenever you both are off, I see how happy you are taking care of the kids and its...its made me think about how different it would be if you were just an employee." Brenner keeps looking at peter, as he didnt turn around. He sees the young man look up amd sigh as he looks back down shaking his head slowly. As he walks off. Brenner turns around himself, walking back to his old office.

As you sat alone at the cafeteria table you stare at the other employees who were just about to get off. You saw how some of them were friends, some might have been dating and how some where simply too tired to do anything. You started eating your food and watch as the door opened. Peter walks in and smiles at you, you wave back as he went to get his own food. But before the door shut completely you saw Eight. Who was supposed to be asleep.

She pointing at you and then pointed at a closet next to the cafe. As you raised your eyebrows you slowly got up, turning back to see peter have a small conversation with the old lady at the counter.

Walking out of the Cafe you see eight closing the door of the closet, a small note was hanging from shelf. No eight was found.

It read ' I love and will miss you and peter. I hope we can play again' a small smile creeps up on your face. You fold the paper and hide it in your pocket walking back to the cafe. You see peter sitting down, confused about why you left.

"Sorry i was uh... I don't know its weird" you laugh a little as you sit back down eating your own food.

"What is it. Trust me I'll understand" peter smiled and stole a grape off your plate. You roll your eyes and smile, taking the note out of your Pocket and sliding it under the table to him

"Isn't she cute.." You smile stealing one of peters broccoli.

Peter reads the note and looks up confused.

"Who made this" he flips the note around trying to look for clues

"Eight...you know what she can do" you eat more of your food as Peter slides the note under the table as he eats as well.

"Yeah thats true. I'm glad she has fun with you." He smiles and steals another grape.

"Oh you little shit..." You laugh a little ready to steal more of his, your dinners were normal Food and some type of desert or sweet. You usually went for his veggies though as the cool always seasoned them well. Before you reached over peter breaks his cookie in half, shoving half of it in your mouth.

"Shut up and eat" he smiles and watches you eat the cookie. Enjoying every bite.

As you giggle and joke around dinner finally ends, Peter always walking you to your room teasing a bit and then heading back to his room.

The morning lights came on, you get dressed and right when you exit the Room you're greeted by Peter himself

"Good morning sunshine" he winks at you and turns to walk, you follow getting ready for your morning duties. The both of you go to the cafe, seeing the children eating and smiling. But as your eyes roam the area you can't find eight, you tell peter you will be back, as you walked down to eights room you knock lightly. Stepping inside you don't see anything. Not Eight some of her drawings gone. You feel your body go cold

"E-eight..." You stumble inside. Searching the place as you begin to cry. Saying her number over and over, you know you want to scream, tear this place down, but you can't, even if you tried it would hurt too much to be worth it.

As you walk back to the cafe you think of what could have happen. But all you want is peter. You stumble inside. Peter stands up and looks at you, seeing how sad you look.

"Y/n?" You walks towards you, beginning to wrap his arms around you, as soon as his arms reached out you fell into him, feeling the dead feeling you felt when you lost your mother. Feeling the pain of not being able to know if she was alive or dead.

The guards came around as peter talked, all you could hear was a fuzzy white noise. A few minutes later a lockdown was made. The whole facility was searched for the little girl but nothing happened.

You stayed in your room for two months. Peter and Brenner would bring you food. Some how brenner understood, he let you sit around as long as peter could work. No matter how many times peter comforted you and helped you couldn't get over what happened. It was another horrible loss.

"Y/n?"

It was a long two months but you finally decided to get up shower and go to work again. Peter sat in a chair instantly standing up once he saw you

"Hi how are you?" He runs walks towards you, hugging you instantly once he saw you

"I'm really good, feeling like today's a good day" you hug the man back and then you both head to the rainbow room to do your works.

It was September 9th 1974

Everything started off normal, the kids where playing some going to study and be tested. And all of a sudden the Feeling of absolute dread washes over you. You were watching over a few tests, but as you transitioned to another room the sound of gunshots throughout the building startled you, As your ran with the children to safely you got up, telling them to stay put, as you slowly walked out you still hear the echoing of the gun, you slowly walk around, seeing peter shield his own group of kids, you smile at him slightly as the look of fear is showed. He tried to smile back as you slowly make your way towards the gunshots.

Peter sees this only to freak out more, but he also knows he can't leave the kids while they are out in the open.

You see three kids run to the downstairs door. The door shuts and you can't leave as the doors where locked now. You wall back to peter, as you all slowly and carefully walk to the children you left before.

"What ia going on?" Peter whispered to you, making sure you were pulled aside enough so the kids wouldn't hear.

"I don't know...I can't even get to ground level" you look over at the kids, only having about 7 of them.

As the hours pass a guard finally comes in, helping all of you to get back in a safe place, once the kids were out to sleep all staff was pulled aside to know about what happened.

Brenner speaks in front of you all. Explaining a crazy woman came in To try to get her daughter back, letting out three kids. one sadly being shot. the staff was confused and sad at the loss of one of them and the ones that ran.

It didnt feel right to you. Nothing was normal. You slowly turned to peter, a worried look on your face, peter returned the same facial expression, as you both slowly turned back to Dr. Brenner.

"This place is going to go downhill very fast" peter whispers to you. Making sure no one heard.

"We need to leave..." You slowly turn your head to him, his eyes meeting yours as you swallow, and try to hold In the tears.

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autumntouched · 1 year

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What do you think made Nat want to be a pilot?

Day 3 of Ode to Phoenix:

The story of why Natasha becomes a Navy pilot is much darker so keeping things light for now and sticking to her first desire to fly.

Also, so sorry in advance! I'm turning these around in less than 24 hours so there won't be much research or editing. Please let me know if there are any glaring/ignorant mistakes. Just a note that this story takes place in pre-9/11 airports when Natasha's parents would have been able to walk them to and pick them up from the gates.

For you @sylviebell

Inspired by real life pilot Beverley Bass featured in the song "Me And The Sky" from the musical Come from Away.

Summary: In the wake of her parents' divorce, a five-year-old Natasha adjusts to having to travel to see her dad and gets a lesson in flying.

Nothing Between Me and the Sky

Natasha presses her face and hands to the glass, watching the bags being loaded onto the plane. She looks for her brand new pink suitcase among them but can’t see it yet. What if it gets left behind?

Luca stumbles into her, and their heads knock together.

“Owee!” she complains, momentarily distracted by her brothers’ shoving match. “Say sorry Luca!”

“Don’t be such a baby, Nasha,” Sebastian taunts. “He barely touched you.”

Natasha looks for Mama to tell Sebastian and Luca to stop, but she’s chasing down Gabby who’s wriggled out of her stroller once again. Sebastian used to be nice. He used to let her play with him and read her his Tintin books. But he hasn’t been that way since Daddy decided he didn’t want to live with them anymore.

Luca will do anything to be on Sebastian’s side, so he sticks his tongue out at her. “Baby! Baby! Nasha is a baby!”

She turns to face them fully, her hands curling into fists. “I’m not a baby!”

“Are too,” Sebastian says, a mean grin spreading across his face. His dark eyes dare her to argue with him.

Natasha’s cheeks and neck heat with anger. “Am not, stupid!”

“Sebastian!” Mama’s back with Gabby on her hip. “You’re supposed to be in charge of your brother and sister. And Natasha, what have I told you about calling people names?”

Their mother glares at all of them, but none of them will break sibling code and point fingers at who started it. Even at five, Natasha knows better than that. “It’s not nice,” she mumbles. She drops to the floor and pulls her knees up to her chest. No one’s nice now that Daddy’s gone, even Mama sometimes. Before she would have given each of them a chance to explain what happened. At least, Mama doesn’t make her apologize. She’s distracted by the gate announcement over the PA.

Gabby kicks her legs and stares down at them with her thumb in her mouth. It’s not fair that she gets to have Mama all to herself while the rest of them go to Colorado to see Daddy.

Natasha crawls over to the window and sits back on her heels. She already misses Mama, even though she misses Daddy too. Her throat hurts like she’s going to cry, but Sebastian will start to make fun of her again if she does so she stares hard at the cart of luggage. What happened to her pink suitcase?

Natasha rests her forehead against the glass and glances over at the American Airlines plane. How does something so big get in the air? It looks heavy.

It’s not long before Mama touches her shoulder and holds up her red Hello Kitty backpack. “My suitcase isn’t on the plane!” Natasha tries to tell her while putting her arms through the straps.

“They’ll put it on, sweetheart, and it’ll be there when you get to Denver. It’s time to board.” She motions Luca over. “Hold your sister’s hand, please.”

Natasha snatches her hand behind her back, still mad at him for stepping on her. “I don’t need to hold his hand. I’m not a baby!”

Luca doesn’t look like he wants to hold hers either and glances pleadingly up at Mama. Gabby kicks Natasha’s shoulder twisting to look out the window. “Airpane!” she shrieks, pointing at the plane. “Airpane.”

Everyone’s hitting her, and Mama doesn’t care. Natasha crosses her arms and marches toward the door that leads to the plane. She wishes she could fly away by herself and never have to see any of them again.

Luca runs up beside her. “Mama says you have to hold my hand,” he grumbles. “Or you’re going to get in trouble.”

“I don’t like you! You didn’t say sorry,” Natasha refuses, keeping her arms crossed. She steps out of the way of a man hurrying to the desk before his duffel bag hits her in the head.

“Mama said—.”

“Mama said,” she repeats. It’s what Sebastian does when he wants to annoy them.

“Stop it, Nasha!”

“You’re going to get in trouble.”

She glares at him. He’s not supposed to tell on her. “You’re going to get in trouble,” she dares him.

Luca frowns, his blue eyes calculating, and then lunges at her. Natasha turns and runs for the gate. He’s right behind her and faster. A tug on her backpack pulls her up short and nearly off her feet. “Stop it, Nasha! You’re going to make Mama mad.”

Before she can turn around, a pretty woman in a blue uniform leans over the desk. “Are you the Trace family?”

“Yes,” Mama says, hurrying up behind them with a crying Gabby kicking in her stroller. “Luca, Natasha, and where—Sebastian!” Sebastian drags his feet to join them. The passengers lining up at the gate are looking at them in mild annoyance. One woman rolls her eyes in disgust.

“I hope they’re not sitting near us,” she complains loudly to the man in a business suit beside her.

Natasha moves closer to Luca. Sebastian must have heard the lady because he steps in front of them, a hard look on his face.

The pretty lady introduces herself as Tanya and tells them she’s going to help them onto the plane once they’ve said goodbye to Mama. Mama hugs and kisses each of them. Natasha hugs her back hard. She doesn’t want to let go. “I love you, Mama!”

“I love you so much, sweetie pie.” Mama cradles her face, her eyes a little shiny like she might cry too. Mama kisses her cheek and draws her in for one last hug. Natasha presses herself into her mother’s softness and inhales the smell of her perfume. It smells like flowers and princesses. “Be good for Daddy and look out for each other, okay?”

Natasha nods and squeezes tighter. When she lets go, Natasha blows a kiss goodbye to Gabby and takes Luca’s hand. They follow Tanya and Sebastian down the gangway to the plane. She looks back over her shoulder to see Mama waving to them until the people lining up behind them block her view.

While they wait at the front of the plane for the flight attendant to seat them, Natasha peaks into the cockpit and is surprised to see someone with shoulder length blonde hair bent over a clipboard.

“Are you a girl?” she asks in surprise. She’s never seen a girl fly a plane before!

The woman turns, a large smile on her face. “I am,” she says with a funny twang in her voice. “Are you flying with me today?”

“I think so,” Natasha says shyly. She looks around at all the buttons and knobs. There are so many. She wonders how the woman knows which ones to press. “Is that how you fly the plane?” she asks, pointing to the black yoke in front of the pilot.

“Want to come take a look? Be my co-pilot for a little?”

Natasha nods eagerly. She lets go of Luca’s hand so she can step into the doorway that leads to the tiny, mysterious room. The woman waves her closer. “I’m Captain Bass. What’s my co-pilot’s name?”

“Captain Natasha.”

That makes Captain Bass smile and deepens the laugh lines around her eyes. She looks very nice and brave. “A pleasure to be flyin’ with you today, Captain Natasha. Want to see how we’re going to take off?”

Natasha nods eagerly, resting her hand on the chair so she can lean forward to see all the things the captain points out to her. The actual co-pilot is a girl too! They let her touch some of the buttons and tell her about the big engines that will help them get in the air.

“See this, Captain Natasha?” asks Captain Bass, pointing to the yoke. “This is what steers the plane. When the plane’s going fast enough, we’ll pull back on this here to lift us off the ground. And when we’re ready to land, we push forward. Want to practice?”

Natasha nods eagerly.

The pilot gets out of her seat, and Natasha’s heart skips excitedly. Could she really get to see what it’s like to fly a plane? To look through the window and see the sky and the clouds in front of her? “Can I?”

“Up you go,” Captain Bass says, and Natasha climbs reverently into her chair. She can feel how important it is, the sense of weight it holds to be at the helm of something so powerful. A thrill rushes through her as she settles into the captain’s imprint and imagines herself being tall enough to look through the windshield. One day she’ll know what all of the panels and controls mean and how to use them to send something so heavy soaring high enough to make the world below look like a landscape of toys. She could fly other girls to see their daddies or mommies.

The pilot crouches beside her and shows her how to hold the yoke, and Natasha can hardly believe that something so small moves something so big.

Captain Bass holds up a headset. “And this is what I use to communicate with air traffic control. They’re the ones who know everything that’s going on and keep us all safe. One of the most important things about becoming a pilot is learning to be a good listener because you need a whole team of people to help you do your job well. Are you a good listener?”

“I’m a good listener,” Natasha promises, staring seriously into the pilot’s kind eyes. They’re as blue and clear as the sky. Natasha hopes she grows up to be just like her one day. It feels like this woman could do anything.

Captain Bass smiles and reaches into her bag. “Then looks like you’ve earned your wings, Captain Natasha. These mean you’re a pilot now too.” She hands Natasha gold wings like the ones on her chest and helps her out of the chair. “Maybe your parents can help you put these on.”

“My parents aren’t here,” Natasha says sadly, looking longingly at her new wings.

Understanding passes over the captain’s face. “Maybe we can see if Miss Paula can help you put those on, then.”

“I’d love to,” Miss Paula says. Natasha looks up to find another nice looking woman waiting for her in the doorway. The flight attendant takes the wings and pins them to her sweater, careful not to stick Natasha’s skin. “If you need anything during the flight, sweetie, you just let me know, okay? Let’s get you seated with your brothers.” She puts a hand on her shoulder to steer her down the aisle.

“One more thing,” Captain Bass says. She extends her hand and Natasha shakes it like a grown up. “Good to have you aboard, Captain Natasha. Thanks for your help getting everyone safely to their destination today.”

Natasha smiles proudly and touches the wings on her chest. She waves goodbye to the pilots before Miss Paula leads her to her brothers’ row and helps her put her backpack under the seat and buckle up between them.

“Where did you get those?” Luca asks, pointing to her wings.

Natasha sits up straight just like Captain Bass. “The pilot’s a girl like me! She made me a pilot too.”

He frowns and argues knowingly, “You’re too little to fly a plane.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Sebastian looks up from his book. “It’s just pretend, Luc. Leave her alone.”

“It’s not pretend,” Natasha insists. “I am too a pilot! I just flew the plane.”

Luca laughs at her and shakes his head. Her oldest brother shrugs, bored. “Okay, whatever. Just stop arguing about it. Why are you being so annoying?”

She bites her lip and looks down to hide how much that hurts. She doesn’t like when Sebastian is annoyed with her. Luca looks at her haughtily and mouths, “Are not.” Then he pulls out some of his coloring books and ignores her. With no one to play with, Natasha cranes her neck to look out the window over Sebastian’s shoulder.

The airport and Bay slide by as they taxi from the gate. She knows Captain Bass wouldn’t leave without her suitcase so it must have made it onto the plane. When the plane pauses on the runway, Natasha closes her eyes and imagines the cockpit. As the plane gathers speed, she pretends she’s there, hands on the controls with the open sky in front of her. And when the nose lifts off the ground, she’s the one pulling back aiming the plane to the clouds.

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

#natasha trace fic #phoenix fic #phoenix headcanons #natasha trace headcanons #monica barbaro #ode to phoenix #natasha phoenix trace #28 days of phoenix #talk to me #i love your notes

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lagotu · 8 months

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2: Training, and former companions

A/N: I'm posting two pieces today, please take a look at them first.

"That's all for today's training! Please disperse and take a rest!"

From the training field in the castle garden, a dignified and elegant voice rang out. In the field's center, a beautiful woman with a breastplate over her big, firm chest, a knight-errant's skirt, and flowing blue hair. The voice that rang through the training ground belonged to that woman.

Elka Verso―That’s her name.

It's been almost a week since we started training to control the mighty power we possess.

Even those who couldn't shoot magic properly are now excellent magicians. They have a lot of potential, and they've grown very quickly to match.

The one who raised them up is Elka, a beautiful blue-haired knight.

She is a magical warrior and a respectable woman, whose youthful appearance does not match her position as the head of the castle's soldiers. The boys in my class fell in love with her the first time they saw her, and I have even heard girls calling her "big sister" when she's not listening.

Elka is actually a former friend of mine.

Ice Earth Demon Swordsman Elka―she was so fearsome in battle that her two names became widespread.

Actually, that's one of the things I can't figure out.

Why is Elka in charge of our education? She should have been at the front lines of the war. Is there some reason...?

―Well, there's no point in thinking about it too much now. Thanks to her being my classmates' instructor, their level will rise.

I don't care about them, but I also don't particularly want them to die. I'd be happy if they would be less likely to die. It would also be convenient if they were strong enough to protect Yuuhi without me.

I joined my classmates in returning to the sleeping quarters, and as I was about to enter my room, a familiar guy put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yo, Necro-yuki, come hang out with us today."

Endo the bully... and his cronies.

I tried my best to hold back a sigh as I let them lead me to the usual spot.

"Hey!"

"..."

Endo's kick, strengthened by magic, hits me in the stomach.

This shady spot behind the castle wasn't often visited. Think of it like the back of a modern gymnasium.

As soon as the kick hit my stomach, I flinched with exaggeration and slammed myself into the castle wall. I made an expression of agony, and groaned as naturally as possible.

It didn't hurt, or even itch, but the bullies, fooled by my acting, contorted their faces in amusement.

"We're lucky we have such a good punching bag! You guys should use it too!"

"Ha!"

"Just the thing to test out the magic we've been practicing!"

These guys take advantage of the fact that no one is watching and start beating the shit out of me.

This has been going on for a few days now, and I've been having a hard time acting.

In order to show off my helplessness, I have to go out of your way to pretend that I'm being attacked. I use my own magic to scorch the areas hit by the fireballs, and take advantage of the opportunity to hit the areas where I was hit to make it look like bruises. It's frustrating to some extent, but in order to be recognized as useless, this kind of detail work is necessary.

When they were done, the Endo family (heh), relieved of their stress, cast a minimal healing spell on me and left.

As soon as the pain subsides, I will return, but no matter how many scars appear on my body, the people around me don't say anything. Yuuhi might have been worried about me, but unfortunately I haven't seen her around lately.

...

The class core members, led by Kouma, are about one head stronger than the other classmates. That's why they're being taught a different curriculum by different knight. They're getting special treatment and are allowed to sleep in a place far away, so we never see each other at the end of training. I guess Kouma must be doing well, since sometimes his name comes out of Elka's mouth.

"Hey! Let's try a new technique today!"

“Seriously, Endo!”

"Go! Go!"

Oops, I almost forgot. A ball of red-hot flames is forming in Endo's hands as he chants with great enthusiasm. Huh, is that an arranged fireball technique?

"Let's go! Corona Ball!"

The released magic comes towards me with a considerable amount of heat.

Although the size of the ball is small, the amount of heat is huge. If it hits, it might even burn my skin.

I was about to relax my body to see if I could catch it, when-

Endo Ball (heh) froze in front of me.

"What?"

Endo was taken aback and made a dumbfounded sound, but I knew who the culprit was.

"If you guys are going to be trouble, I want you to do it while I'm watching."

"Ah, Miss Elka..."

Determined demon swordsman Elka. Cold air emanated from her hands, chilling the ball.

The origin of the Ice and Earth Magic Swordsman's name is that, as you can see, she is an expert in the ice type. She's quite skilled as a swordsman, but her true strength lies in ice magic.

“What are you going to do, Endo?

"Tch...I'll be back," he directed at me, and to "Miss" Elka- "Sorry, I was just messing around, so don't worry."

“I see. Please be careful in the future, okay?”

"Okay. Come on guys, let's go."

"Ah, yeah."

"Oh…"

The three of them return to the castle. They're listening to Elka! It's refreshing.

Well, I have to thank her.

"Thank you very much."

"It's fine. But from now on, I want you to take care of yourself, because I don't have any free time for this."

…oh?

"Why don't you put in some effort to become a little stronger? I'm sure there are ways to do it, such as training your body. I'd like you to at least get to a point where I don't have to intervene again."

…oh? Oh?

"If you can't fight, please don't start any trouble. This country can't afford it at the moment."

Ohoho...in other words, there is no room for incompetence...

Kuhahaha... my slave Elka, is that what you're saying now?

I ' l l t e l l y o u w h a t...

"Kuhaha... hahaha..."

"What's wrong? What's so funny?"

"-You've become so high and mighty, haven't you?"

"Huh!? Kyaah!!"

A sudden gust of wind shook Elka's blue hair and lifted her body into the air.

I jumped in and carried Elka on my shoulders like I'm carrying a portable shrine, pinning her to my shoulder with my arm.

"What! What are you doing!! Let go!!"

"A slave who talks to her Master like that... needs punishment!”

“What did you say――――Hin!!”

My hand slapped Elka's butt, which was next to her face, as hard as I could.

I flip up her skirt and slap her beautifully round butt.

Pan! Pan! Pan!

"Higi! Doing something like this...nngh!' You can't get away with this... nhi!"

"Don't you remember yet?! This is what I do to you!"

I put even more force into my striking hand.

It's been a while so I've forgotten how much force to use, but gradually my abilities are coming back and I'm starting to be able to hit like I always did.

"This...ah! The way you hit me...hi! I didn't expect it...hi!"

“Oh? You finally remembered, pervert Elka?

"Ah!! Master Setsu!! ------nhiin!!"

As a reward for remembering, I gave her one last smack as hard as I could.

She started convulsing and became quiet, but as soon as I lowered her to the ground and let her rest, she regained her senses.

“M-Master Setsu! I was so lonely!? The days when you don’t hit me have been really hard!”

I cover Elka's noisy mouth with my hand.

"Ah! Shut up, shut up!! It's bad to talk, it's gone..."

"Phaha!! It's true!! When I heard that I was forcibly deported by this country's power, I really thought about what I should do..."

When I let go of my hand and let her speak, her expression fell darker and darker as she spoke.

"―...I was worried about you, I'm home."

“Welcome home― Master Setsu!”

I hug Elka.

I've not felt this way... not in a long time.

Somehow, I feel like I've finally returned to this world.

"Hehe...it's been five years since I've smelled Master Setsu...hehe."

...You ruined... this moment...

“Punishment!!”

"Aaanh! Please stop grizzling my head!!"

"Here, I would like to tell you some information about Elka Verso that no one else knows.

“You serious-looking pervert!”

“Please stop grinding!― Huh? It feels a bit...”

She is a natural in this world,

a natural pervert.

A/N: I think perverted girls are wonderful, what do you think?

#異世界召喚は二度目です #Summoned to Another World for a Second Time #translation #isekai #elka

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stargazer-sims · 2 years

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reminiscing

Audrey: Do you think we should redecorate in here?

Matthew: What would you turn this room into if we redecorated it?

Audrey: I don't know. I suppose I was just thinking out loud. I don't imagine Artie is ever planning to move back in with us, and we should be doing something with this space.

Matthew: Speaking of Artie, now that we've got a grandbaby on the way, maybe we could turn this into a room for them. Or we could make it into a guest room for when your parents or our out-of-town friends come to stay.

Audrey: A guest room is a good idea. It'd certainly be a lot better than having guests sleeping on an air mattress in the office.

Matthew: If we do redecorate, it’ll be strange, trying not to think of this as Artie’s room.

Audrey: Remember when we first moved in? How excited he was about us letting him choose his own furniture?

Matthew: I remember Stephen and Grace helping me put together this bed and desk, and Grace making fun of him because she knows more about tools than he does.

Audrey: And Emilia panicking because she didn't want Leo to play in the pool with Artie and Victor.

Matthew: Because he couldn't swim. Not like ours, who could already swim like a fish. And Victor... I swear that kid was born with gills. Anyway, it wasn't as if Thomas wasn't watching the kids while you and Millie were busy in the kitchen and the rest of us were waging war with this crazy bed.

Audrey: 'Busy in the kitchen' certainly describes it. I can still picture Kiki and Caroline, covered in finger paint.

Matthew: And Grace laughing about it.

Audrey: Probably because Victor and Caroline were always making messes, and she realized laughing was a lot better for her mental health than getting upset.

Matthew: I miss those times. It seems like things were a lot more fun when everybody's kids were young, and before so much changed in our lives.

Audrey: I miss those times too, but maybe we'll recapture some of those old feelings when our grandchild comes along.

Matthew: I'm looking forward to that. I can't wait to be a grandpa.

Audrey: You're much too young and handsome to be 'Grandpa'. I think we're going to have to think of a cooler and more fun nickname for you.

Matthew: What about you? If you think i can't be 'Grandpa', then someone as beautiful and sexy as you definitely can't be 'Grandma'.

Audrey: Excuse me. Did you just call me sexy?

Matthew: *winking* Maybe.

Audrey: Mr. Greene, are you trying to seduce me?

Matthew: Maaaybe...

Audrey: How did a discussion about redecorating turn into this?

Matthew: You're irresistible, that's how. Sometimes I just lose focus when I'm around you. But yes... redecorating. Let's give it some more thought, and maybe ask Artie what he thinks. He might have an opinion. This was his room, after all. He and Emma may have a few memories of their own in here.

Audrey: Let's invite them for dinner on Saturday, after their support group. I need to talk to Emma about planning a baby shower, and this might be a good opportunity.

Matthew: A baby shower? Do you think Artie would go for that?

Audrey: Apparently his new friend Félix is planning on having one, and it sounds like he thought that was a good idea, so...

Matthew: Ah, yes... Félix. I've been hearing a lot about him lately. Maybe we should invite him and his husband over as well. See what sort of people Artie is spending time with these days.

Audrey: A dinner party, then?

Matthew: Excellent plan. Do you want to be in charge of the main course or appetizers and desserts?

Audrey: You can do the desserts. You're good with sweet things.

Matthew: I must be, seeing as I've managed to hang onto you for this long, and you're the sweetest thing in my life.

Audrey: All right. You win. You've crumbled my resolve.

Matthew: And I wasn't even trying. But, I'm happy to taste victory anyway

Audrey: And what does victory taste like, dare I ask?

Matthew: At a guess, I'd say your wintergreen toothpaste.

Audrey: *laughing*

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #newcrest #Audrey Harrison-Greene #Matthew Greene #stargazersims

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Temptation Pt21

Temptation Masterlist

Emmett is thrown across the clearing by Jasper while the rest of us watch

"Again!" Emmett shouts, I can clearly see his ego has slightly been hurt because he knows he's the strongest out of all of us, but sometimes he's not the smartest. Edward arrives with Bella then soon after after the wolves join us

"They don't trust us enough to be in their human forms" Edward says obviously reading their minds

"They came. That's what matters. Will you translate?" Carlisle asks Edward, who nods agreeing. They walk a little closer to the pack, Emmett's hands rest on my hips

"Welcome. Jasper has experience with newborns. He'll teach us how to defeat them"

"They want to know how the newborns differ from us"

"They're a great deal stronger than us, because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first several months of this life" Carlisle looks over to Jasper to continue

"Carlisles right. That's why their created. A newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army" I shift a little and Emmett comforts me by rubbing his hands over my arms "no human army could stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are, first never let them get their arms around you. They will crush you instantly. And second, never go for the obvious kill. They'll be expecting that, and you will loose. Emmett!" Emmett kisses my head and walks away with Jasper. I go over to Alice and Bella to watch the boys fight

"Don't hold back"

"Not in my nature" Emmett smirks then rushed to Jasper. They throw each other around and then Emmett looks at me, but Jasper then floors him

"Never loose focus"

Next up is Edward and Carlisle. Carlisle wins. Then Jasper and Rose have a go, of course Jasper wins. Alice then has a go and ends up winning by jumping on Jaspers back and kissing him.

"I know this is something we have never spoken about you doing, but would you turn into a wolf Kat? during the fight" Jasper asks and I instantly get nervous

"No. I errr I don't think it's a good idea. My sent will come out and you'll all hate me and any way I haven't turned in so long I don't know if I can"

"Its might help us" Jasper continues but I shake my head

"Kat you don't have to, but none of us here will hate you. Your our family and we love you dearly" Esme says

"I don't know" I shrug

"Well if not then we best train you harder. You aren't as quick, but your nimble. We can use that, use the trees to your advantage. Thomas your up" Thomas and I move to the middle of the clearing where all the flights took place

"Ready?" he asks and I nod. Thomas charges at me but I dodge him I kick his leg causing him to fall but he grabs mine and I fall next to him. Thomas picks me up and throws me across the clearing

"Bro be careful"

"Emmett" I scold shaking my head. I run to Thomas and kick him in the stomach causing him to fly backwards. Thomas ends up winning our fight, throwing me down on the ground many times.

I walk over to Emmett who starts to check me over

"I'm fine stop worrying"

"I'll always worry about you" he kisses my forehead

"Is it time for more food?" I ask looking up

"Geeze woman. Don't ever stop eating" Emmett laughs putting his arm over my shoulders.

The training ends and we all head home after Bella asks Jasper about the newborns and how he knows so much. Jasper tells her about Maria and the army she created and how he was in the Texas cavalry and ended up being a second in command and trained the newborns. Once we arrive home I head straight for the kitchen and open the fridge getting out a stake. I then put it under the grill to semi cook

"Hey" Jasper walks in

"Hey" I smile at him

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just thought you would want to turn after all these years. You know after getting to really know you, none of us hand an issue if you wanted to go for a run"

"Thanks Jasp. The truth is I really don't know if I can, and if I do it will be like you trying to remember what it was like to be human. I won't be of use that way. We are supposed to be in touch with our wolves and it's been so long I haven't felt mine"

"Well if or when you do decide to turn. We all have your back"

"To right we do" I know see the others stood at the kitchen entrance

"All of you?" I look at Rose then Edward

"Yes all of us. Anyway your a Cullen not a Black" Rosalie smiles

"Thanks" I take out my stake and wait for it to cool

"Eat up then go to sleep. Your going to need as much energy you can get" Carlisle says "and Emmett when I tell her to get rest and sleep I mean it" he points his finger. Emmett puts his hands up in defence making me laugh

"I love you guys"

"We love you too. Even Edward even though he rarely shows it" Alice comments.

I finish off my food and head up to bed, Emmett coming with me. I get changed and lie down resting my head on Emmetts chest while he puts the TV on quietly.

#twilight #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #jasper cullen #twilight x reader #breaking dawn #eclipse #new moon #emmett cullen x reader #bella swan #rosalie hale

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kingdomsqueendomkimgme · 1 year

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Long live the king - Louis x reader pt.2

This is part 2. I really hope yall like it ^^

Word count: 2247

Kingdom Masterlist

Pt.1

Louis Pov.

We all were ahooked when our enemies got send flying and knocked out from her powers. //she can't control them which means she doesn't know anything about them..// we all turned to her looking if she was alright only to run towards her to stop her from hitting the ground. I used my time control to stop time and get faster to her. After I let time go normal again, I catched her just before her head could hit the ground.

"Should we bring then to the Hotel or should we take them to the Palace?" Dann asked. I picked the girl up "we'll bring them to the Palace, it's to dangerous to let then stay at the hotel." I said. And added "and Mujin, Jahan. Please get their things from the hotel, they'll stay at the palace for the time being" both of them nodded and made their way to the Hotel. While the rest of us took both of them back to the Palace.

Time skip next day in the Palace.

We brought everyone of them in their own rooms and I ordered each 4 guards to watch them.

I was awake the whole night. Thinking about possible ways to find out how much of Jaehyns people are here. //damn we need to keep them save. And now that they have their proof that she's the one their searching for its even more dangerous... why do I care about that??..// I sighted, run a hand over my face and looked out the window..... // I need to ask Dann what that feeling is.. sometimes I really hate my dad for raising me like this...// I got up and got charged, just as I was about to leave my room the door banged open "she's awake sir." The guard said. I looked at him " Ok I'll be right there" He nodded and disappeared again. // I'll ask Dann later about it.// I went to her room and knocked. I silent 'come in' came and I stepped in the room. Two of our maids helped her sitting up "Good morning your majesty, she weaker then we thought she would be. She can barely walk on her on. We helped her change out of the clothes from yesterday and helped her cleaning herself. We'll go and make her breakfast." They both putted the last cushions behind her back, bowed to both of us and left.

"How are you feeling?" I stepped closer to the bed and sat on the chair next to it " it's ok, I just feel so tired but I can't sleep. And I have a light headache" she smiled at me "Thank you for saving me" //shes so pretty and her smile is cute. What am I thinking?// I smiled slightly back "no need to thank us, btw what is your name?" She looked at me titled her head slightly. "OH I'm really sorry.. my name is Y/N, Y/N L/N" "pretty name. Fits you" she blushed looked down to her hands. I chuckled. Just as I was to say something else someone knocked the door "Your majesty ? Y/N ? Can we come in we have the breakfast finished. " "You can come in" I said, stood up and opened the door for them since I know they tend to slightly make to much food for one person or also in general. And as I thought it's more of a buffet for 10 people then for one. "You know she probably won't eat that much." One of them turned to me and smiled "oh its not just for her, it's also for you your majesty, since her best friend was awake earlier then her he already got breakfast" I nodded and went to the chair next to her bed again. The build up a bedtable so she would have to leave bed while I stayed at the table next to the bed.

As they have sat the last plate down, I dismissed them and they left the room again.

"That is really a lot" I heard next to me. " That's normal. You don't have to eat everything, the rest will be Givin for the breakfast round for those people on town who can't afford as much as we do, so there won't go anything to waste." She looked at me and smiled again "I really wish it be everywhere like this" with that she began to eat and so did I.

The breakfast was one of the nicest I've had in a long time shes really bubbly which is a change from most of the other people I've met. As we talked about a lot of things one thing got my attention the most which was her interest in History, myths, rumors and fairytales of different cultures. That's also when I found out the truth about their lost being the day before. " and ill be honest with you we didn't really got lost, we found something that I wanted to know if it was true. But he definitely hadn't the intention to break thing or steal things." I was first confused " what do you mean by that.? What exactly did you find?" She then took out a old letter and handed it me. "I Asked the maids to give me the letter from my backpack before. I don't like lying to people especially since you saved my life." I looked at the letter then back at her " There is something described in the letter and I wanted to know if it's true." She looked down.

I opend the letter after a few more seconds of looking at her. I read the letter and then realized what letter it was " how did you get that letter" she looked at me now fear in her eyes. Yes I was angry but not at her. "W-we got that from Birans dad, his dad has gotten the letter from a friend of his" I took a deep breath "first of all sorry I didn't mean to scare you and secondly the letter got stolen a few weeks ago. It was never supposed to leave the Palace.. if not you but someone else would have gotten their hands on the letter we all would be in deep trouble." I ran a hand trough my hair. And watched her closely, she relaxed again. "I'm sorry.." she mumbled and looked down. "It's ok, I mean you didn't knew. " I reached out to her and padded her head. She looked up at me and in that moment I knew I still had a heart because it broke at the sight of her crying. I sad down on the bed next to her "Hey why are you crying?" I looked in her eyes " I- it's just that since I lost my parents everything I do is wrong in everyone's eyes.... and it's even worse when I do mistakes like this..." I was shooked at least to say " It's not your fault, and I'm not mad I promise" she nodded and I took her in my arms where I rested my head kn top of hers..//seems like she's been trought a lot...// " you don't ever need to be scared of me ok?" I felt her nod. I held her for a long time more.

She fell asleep again so I laid her down and put the blanket over her. I made sure to call the guards back and the maids to clean her room.

After that I went off to find Dann and ask him about what feeling I was having when I'm with her.

Time skip evening.

Y/N Pov.

I woke up and looked around. I was still in the room, I must have fallen asleep again. I thought about what happend and blushed madly. //oh shit...that's do embarrassing... but I felt comforteble with the king... weird I know...// I took a look out of the window.. It was slowly getting dark... I looked at my phone which charged on the nightstand. 05.37pm.... //theres no way im going back to sleep...// I stood up, feeling how my legs didn't really have any strengh, I still kept going, I had a really bad feeling and wanted to see King Louis. I slowly opened the door and saw that the guards wheren't there. //no no no thats bad really bad...// Panic began to slowly run trough my veins.. //shit. shit, shit. I need to find him.// I tried to walk faster and it worked, probably because of the adrenaline. I saw a door slightly open. At this point I was already running. and the figure that has been standing infront of one of the windows didnt do any help to my Panic and fear. I heard two voices, one that I didn't know and //Louis!// I reached for the door and then I felt super light headed //Now I know why I was told to stay in bed fuck// Again I fell, just this time I stayed conscious, bad thing I fell trought the door and it banged open. I couldn't move to see who was in the room so I stayed on the floor.

"Y/N!!!" I heard foodsteps coming closer. I felt two arms pulling me slightly up. "Why aren't you in bed, how you were told to??!!" he was angry i could tell even thought he spoke calmy the tone in his voice showed that he was anrgy. "Louis calm down and maybe at least get her on a chair insted of letting her on the cold floor" The other one spoke //Damns their all pretty handsome wtf// Louis liftet me up and put me on one of the couch chairs in the room.

"Dann can you please close the door?" The other nodded and did what Louis asked him for. Dann also gave me a glass of water and Louis a blanket, then both of them got a better look on me and their eyes widden in shook "Y/N what happend? why are you so paniced?" Dann asked I looked at him both of them crouched down on each side of the chair. "I- there was no one in front of my door and there was wśomeone at the window. I got scared and yeah..." I looked down at the glass "Wait there was no on infront of your door?" Louis asked and i shook my head. "Wait, there were supposed to be two gurads." Dann said and looked at Louis. "Could you make anything out what the person from the window looked like or did you see something that you remember?" I tought "He had something red on but I couldn't see more. " Dann nodded "I go get the others to search for the guards and maybe some glues on who that was. It would be better if she'd stay with you for this night" He clealry ment it more as an order then a request but Louis agreed with him. With that Dann went out of the room closing the door behind him. now i was alone with Louis. "I'm sorry..." I looked at the glass again. "It nohing to be sorry about you helpt us finding the traitors." "But now i have to stay here and I'll defenetly be a bother to you." he looked at me confused "Your not a bother to me" I looked up. "I'm not? Are you sure?" He smiled and nodded "I'm 100% sure" I smiled at him. "So are you hungry?" "No not really.. But I'm also not tired" He stood up from his crouched position next to me and went to his book shelfe... "I know your intersted in the history of this Castle and town so if we really won't go to sleep today, I figured we can just read some of the books that were written a few thousend years ago, their still in very good condition so you don't need to worry about breaking one of them unless you use a lot of strength. " He chuckeld //I wish he would laught a bit more it sounds so good and suits him more then this cold face expretion he has all the time.// I smiled "That sounds nice" He came back with a few books "Here this aren't all of them but I think for now it should be alright" I looked at the books with sparkling eyes "Which onr do you want to read first?" I Looked at the books and a red one catched my eyes, I pointed at it and he handed it to me. "You seem to like dark red pretty much" He smiled, I looked up "Yes its my favorite color" His smile grew a bit bigger "Nice choice". He picked me up and walkeed over to his Kings size bed. After he putted me down he went into the bthroom the was for the room. After he came back he had normal clothes on and set down next to me. "Are you ok with me being here or do you want me to sit on the chair?" I looked at him " Of couse its ok. Why shouldn't it be?" He shurged "Maybe you would feel uncomfofŕtable? IDK" He mde himselfe comfortable and I scutted a bit closer to him. We made ourselfes comfortable and began to read the book at some parts I asked him questions too undertsand it better and he always explaint everything for to me.

#kingdom arthur #kingdom chiwoo #kingdom dann #kingdom ivan #kingdom jahan #kingdom louis #kingdom mujin #kingdom x reader #kingdom reaction #kingdom hwon

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jinxthejubilee · 2 years

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Random Thoughts

I'm full of family fluff today, so get ready for today's topic: How did all of the brothers meet in the Celestial Realm?

Warning: A bit of spoilers from the game, mostly from Seasons 3 and 4.

Now, we know all of the demon bros (discounting Satan) were extremely close when they were angels. However, for some of them, we've never been told exactly HOW they met.

Lucifer was put in charge of Mammon since Michael nor Raphael knew how to deal with/get close to him. Mostly due to the fact that according to Mammon himself:

We still don't know what age Lucifer and Mammon were at the time that they first met, but from the sound of things, Lucifer was most likely the angelic equivalent of a teenager or a young adult, while Mammon was a preteen, maybe a teen? Maybe a bit older than Luke's age?

Apparently, Beel met or started to admire Lucifer after talking to him about his strength that he couldn't control at the time. Which is interesting!

Also, it's important to note that Mammon used to babysit the twins and Lilith, but I'm not sure what that implies. I'm certain that Lucifer had to have know all of them at a young age.

From what I can tell, most of the angels in the Celestial Realm know or have heard of each other, like a community of sorts.

So maybe Mammon volunteered or was assigned to look after Beel, Belphie, and Lilith, and he got attached along with Lucifer, Levi, and Asmo.

Speaking of Leviathan, I'm a firm believer that Levi was assigned to someone else, but he got so attached to Lucifer and Mammon that he became their brother instead.

Levi seems like the type to be extremely shy as a kid, so Mammon was probably the loud extrovert who came along and became his friend first, and then introduced him to Lucifer. [I have a whole sequence in my mind of Levi being absolutely terrified of Lucifer, with Mammon acting so mystified and impressed]. 🤣

Despite the fact that they argued a ton (and still do), I see Mammon and Levi being very close since they are about the same age.

Mammon would help his little brother out when it came to socializing and served as his voice sometimes, while still encouraging Levi to speak for himself.

As for Asmo, I'm not quite sure exactly. We've hardly gotten any clues about him, aside from the fact that he was always seen with Lucifer because of his beauty (his and Simeon's words, not mine!)

If I had to give a guess though, Asmo was most likely assigned to Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan when he was younger, hence why he has such a passionate outlook on them all compared to the rest.

He wasn't there at the very start, but he grew up with them all doting on him, which Asmo himself passed that doting behavior onto the twins and Lilith. Showering them with love! ��

Mammon and Leviathan were probably in charge of Asmo since Lucifer would be too busy, but he'd still get attention by his oldest brother almost every day when he'd see him, or when Asmo went looking for him.

Going back to Lilith and the twins, I have no idea how they got close in the first place.

The game hasn't told us anything about her overall history, and I'm assuming they never will.

But they have to have met young. That bond was as strong as steel, they had to have known each other for a LONG time.

So I'll give my best guess: after the twins were born and had grown up slightly (again, we don't know if they were ever babies or toddlers, but let's say they were), Lilith was born, and the moment the boys saw her in her little crib or play pen, it was all over. You guys know that look a toddler or a young kid gives when they're completely fascinated by something? Yeah that, that look times a million. And since then, they became the adorable, chaotic trio!

Author's note: Ignore the fact that Satan is in the picture above, yet I didn't talk about him. This was the only other angelic picture of brothers that I could find. Sorry Satan...😮‍💨

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 2 years

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Drive By ~ part 4

A/n: Well holy shit this is finally out! I tried so hard to put everything into four parts and end it here but I just couldn’t. Too much history and explaining characters and complicated emotions. Next part should be the last one though! And after all the angst, we will fianlly get fluff. Sorry this took me ages.

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"I just don't understand," she sighed, running a hand through her hair. "How could they just... not want to find Y/n?" She looked at Alex, who wouldn't look back. His eyes seemed to search everything out but her face, and she couldn't tell if it was because he knew something he felt he couldn't tell her, or because he didn't know anything and he felt compelled to answer her pleas but had nothing to offer. Or maybe not knowing scared him just as much as it confused her, and if he looked at her he would have to own up to the fact that he had missed something HUGE in his best friends' lives and didn't know how to catch up.

Flynn wasn't ever one to hide away from things like this though, so she just sighed and shook her head, answering in a strong voice, "They're afraid." Alex and Julie looked at her in shock but Flynn just rolled her eyes. "If you're going to ask a question, you have to be okay with facing the truth the right answer will bring. Let's face it. They did something bad to Y/n. They both ended on bad terms, and they're terrified to face up to it. Probably even more so, they're scared that they'll try and get invested and then it'll still end the way they're afraid it will. Out of all the possibilities and hardships that could and will happen, it's easier to just take solace in each other and pretend to move on than try and fix something that's SUPER broken.

It was in that moment Julie realized why Alex had been avoiding looking at her. His face scrunched up and he leaned forward, moving closer to Flynn. "Hold on, what?" He didn't know what was going on with his friends, as much as Julie didn't. Flynn seemed to though.

Flynn sighed. "Soulmates are scary. You're raised thinking it's some fairytale where everything always goes right. Soulmates are different and they do better and they reach higher heights and do more and work harder. Either that, or you're raised believing that it's some sort of brainwashing. Something forced on you. People think soulmates are the only people you can be happy with, and will force a connection to work even if it doesn't. The thing is- they're both wrong." She sighed, leaned forward so her elbows rested on her knees. "Listen I'm like fifteen, so I'm not going to say I know everything, but from the successful, happy, healthy soulmate relationships I've seen, and the ones I've seen that are NOT good, soulmates are just... the universe giving you a suggestion. There's something from that person you need. Sometimes you get soulmate marks as a warning."

Julie's eyes widened. "I remember that. My mom said she had one of those when she was younger. She liked this guy, and he flirted with her. He was a guitar player, and they almost hit it off, and then they realized they were soulmates... but she explained it like the longer she spent with him, the less color she saw in the world. They started fading until that color was just some shade on the gray scale."

Flynn nodded. "Soulmate stuff is just potential. It can be between friends who need each other, and it can fade easily, for lots of reasons. Most of the time it's because they die, but sometimes... it's just because that person is no longer your soulmate. Soulmates are just as confusing and complicated as any relationship is. The universe - or whoever's in charge, or maybe it's just one soul calling to another - someone decided to give us hints. Maybe it's your subconscious even, screaming out to you in any way it can. No matter what you believe soulmates are, they're only suggestions. Arrows pointing in general directions. Maybe this person will be the love of your life. Maybe you guys will work out. Maybe this will be someone who changes your life for the better. Maybe you shouldn't go near this person."

Alex hums in thought. "You know, that actually makes more sense than anything else I've ever heard. Because I mean, it drives you to do things. To take a chance. But ultimately, it's up to you to fix it and work for it and make sense of it. I mean, meeting Willie ultimately brought us to Caleb - but that also brought us to being closer and having a stronger connection with Julie, and it was a struggle and it was hard but now I have my band back and it's reaching new levels and I have someone I'm crazy about who's crazy for me. So in the end..." He smiled.

"Exactly," Flynn encouraged. It's not as big of a deal as everyone makes it to be. There's no pressure or eternal tie. Anything can go away if you need it to. If it's what's best for you. We just needed an extra push to live a little. To reach higher heights and go further than we might have otherwise. Fear stops that. It cages you and pulls you away from the few good things that we can do. Soulmates are supposed to give you hints and suggestions and direction, but SO many people have twisted them into something ugly. Something terrifying and disappointing and frustrating and toxic. Until they realize that there's more to this soulmate thing than just what they think they have to do, they're going to be stuck between letting go of Y/n or going after him."

"You really think so?"

Three pairs of eyes turned to the loft, where Reggie and Luke were perched. Flynn stood up, suddenly a little self conscious. She was all about telling people how it was and giving it with brutal honesty, but only to the people who asked for it. If she'd known they were there she might have been a little more gentle. "Sorry-" she began.

Luke shook his head, dismissing her guilt. Since Julie had saved the three ghosts from disappearing, everyone could see them now. Which meant that Flynn had finally had a chance to actually be friends with the boys one on one, instead of through Julie. It was moments like this that he appreciated her the most. "No, you're right. And I've never really thought about that before. What do you think we should do?"

Flynn sighed internally, wondering how she always ended up as the therapist friend - even to three dead teenage boys who were from the 90's and were therefore OLDER than her. "I can't tell you that. I don't know what happened between you and Y/n and Reggie, but I do know that Y/n might want to see you guys again. He might want some explanations. You guys have a lot to catch up on. All I know is your mark is still very much there, and Y/n means the world to you guys and it's time to ask yourselves a question." Reggie and Luke moved closer to her as she crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. "What are you more afraid of: rejection, or losing Y/n forever?"

Suddenly there was new fear in the two guitarists' eyes and they looked at each other with a new realization. When they looked back, their gazes went to Julie. "You said you could find Y/n?"

Julie grinned. She had the best girlfriend EVER.

Y/n should have known how tonight was going to end the second he walked up to Luke that day.

Everyone else was at school, and Luke - who had dropped out - was to be found where he always hid. In the studio. Y/n, who had also dropped out of school due to some severe amounts of bullying, had found himself walking today, and his feet had taken him where he really wanted to go. To Luke. They hadn't gotten in touch or talked or hung out in quite a while and as the distance between them grew, the more Y/n missed Luke. With the whole showdown with Reggie just behind Y/n, he had dropped the initiative he always had when it came to Luke. Now they never saw each other and Y/n tried to ignore that as he approached the lead singer.

What he missed was the unfocused eyes nd the relaxed shoulders and the focused crease of Luke's eyebrows. The tell tale signs that Luke was lost in song writing, far away and nearly impossible to reach for anyone else in the world.

Or maybe Y/n didn't miss it. Maybe he ignored it on purpose. He needed Luke so desperately...

"Hey, Lu," Y/n greeted softly. He felt so worn and exhausted that he barely managed a smile. It felt like a slap in the face when Luke only hummed in greeting, not even moving or responding to Y/n's voice in anyway. Y/n felt hurt rise up and tried to push it down. Tried to not make a problem where there didn't have to be one. He was the peacemaker. He was the level head and the big heart and the strong, comforting arms. He didn't get to lose control. "You busy?"

"Yeah." At least he had responded with words this time. He still however didn't look over, or apologize, or even greet Y/n. He had been dismissed without even an acknowledgement.

Y/n swallowed, taking a few deep breaths to stabilize himself. "Could you... not be busy?"

Luke paused, eyebrows coming together even more as he tried to think through the conversation while also focusing on the song still. "I'm writing right now. Can't we just hang out later? I want to give the fans some new music but I'm stuck on this line. I can't figure out how to..." He sighed, just before his entire face light up and he finally looked at Y/n. For a second, the other boy got excited, thinking the lead singer had finally snapped out of his trance. "Could you help me come up with something? You always inspire me so much."

Something in Y/n broke. Before he met Luke, he had believed so assuredly that people could only ever use him for one thing. That they had sex with him and then ditched him, and that was how people abused relationships with him. But he was quickly realizing there were other ways to take advantage of a person. Other things to use someone for. And this is how it felt with Luke. Luke used Y/n for comfort and joy and direction and inspiration. He used the boy to find home in a confusing, dangerous world he was having problems navigating. Y/n made Luke happy.

What about Y/n though? Because he had been crying for days straight and was unkempt and messy and obviously exhausted but Luke didn't notice.

Or... maybe he just didn't care.

It made Y/n so angry that his face twisted up and his hands balled into fists. He didn't yell like he wanted to - he hated yelling, but even aside from that he didn't want to think about the argument he'd gotten into with Reggie, and if Luke reacted at all like Reggie did it would Y/n feel so much worse - but for the volume control he did have, he lost hold on the poison that seeped into the very core of his tone. "No, I can't help you with your stupid song."

Luke froze, so taken aback by the cruel words that he had to reboot for a second. "It's not stupid-"

"Can you think about literally anything other than your music for five seconds?" Y/n snapped.

At that, Luke's relaxation melted and he snapped to attention. His entire body went rigid and his eyes narrowed. "Okay what is wrong with you? Don't trash my music, you know how that makes me feel."

"And it is always about how you feel, isn't it?" Y/n scoffed, arms crossing over his chest.

Luke shot to his feet. "You don't get to just walk in out of nowhere anytime you want and demand attention from me, Y/n. That's not fair." Even as he stood shorter than Y/n, the other boy flinched just slightly. As if not expecting the quick movement. Luke didn't pick up on it like Reggie had. He was too defensive.

The tension only grew between them and Y/n's chest rose and fell quickly as his breathing picked up. "Except if I don't walk in we'll never see each other. Because you're always with your band, and you're always working on music, and you're always practicing or performing or busy and it doesn't matter if I need you, or-"

"My music is important to me," Luke interrupted. "Of course I work on it as often as I can. I invited you to any of our performances, it's not my fault that you never come."

Y/n's anger blew up and he took a step closer to Luke. "And that's all you know when it comes to our relationship, isn't it? Don't mind me I'll just sit in the back and wait for you to bless me with a split second of your precious, precious time. I'll just go out of my way to make it to you whenever I can and free up my day and I'll sit around and wait for you to remember I even exist."

"That's not-" Luke began.

"Yes it is!" And this time Y/n did yell. "I don't even register to you! You don't make any effort, and if our relationship is falling short or failing then it's all my fault. You don't make a lick of effort and it's all up to me and if we don't hang out or see each other or talk it's our fault because you're a super busy, awesome super star and all your fans can be all over you but if any of my old flings even SEE me and react then you get uber jealous and-"

"Your old flings don't just see you," Luke spat. "They try and seduce you."

"And I would tell them to fuck off if I could, but I can't because you don't want anyone to know you're dating me of all people."

"What is wrong with you today?" Luke stepped closer, and realized that they both had several times and now they were in each other's faces, yelling and motioning with their hands. They were arguing, and he flashed back to every single time he had been in almost exactly the same place with his mom, over almost the exact same things. He wasn't around enough. He didn't care about the things he was supposed to. It set him off in every way and he couldn't think of a single thing to make it make anymore sense.

Y/n stepped back as if he'd been slapped though. Except it wasn't hurt or betrayal on his face - it was rage. He didn't even stop to process the pain, he just bit back, "You. You are what's wrong with me." And he didn't mean it. He meant that their space was hurting him, that the distance and the confusion and the loneliness was killing him. But that's not what he said.

Luke scoffed. "Well if I'm so intolerable then leave. No one's keeping you here."

This time they hurt did twist Y/n's face. Luke didn't know why, but the white hot pain that coursed through Y/n's body was perfectly clear to him. No one was stopping him from going? No one would hate it if he left? If that wasn't Luke telling Y/n that he didn't care about him or their relationship anymore, what was?

"Fine." Y/n turned away and he did leave.

Luke rolled his eyes and went back to his writing. They'd never gotten into an argument and he didn't know how to handle it now that they had, and it had gotten so ugly. So he focused on his music and he didn't think about it anymore. He'd ask Reggie about it later. Reggie knew all about Y/n, and was the best at deciphering how to deal with things like this.

What he didn't know is that as Y/n trekked through the city and beyond to go on a walk through the sparse woods around the city, he would fall to his death. And Luke wouldn't know until many, many years later after he was dead as well and they reunited once again outside of the house of a person they both hated.

Julie hadn't been sure what exactly would happen when she closed her eyes and begged for Y/n to appear, but she hadn't imaged it would work, if she had been honest. Despite that, the second she even thought his name he popped into existence, teleporting in the same way she was learning every ghost could.

He light up when he saw her. "Hey, you."

"Y/n," she greeted.

Immediately his body tensed, his smile turning strained. "Ah. So you've put together who I am."

"With help." Reggie and Luke popped into the downstairs of the studio from the loft where they had been hidden before. Y/n went cold and hard, his face going blank and his hands slipping into his pockets. He didn't look at either of them in the same way he didn't take in the place he was currently standing in. He focused on the fly away strands of Julie's hair. Ignoring everything he didn't want to see purposefully. Alex, still in the loft, held his breath as he watched them.

Flynn, who stood off to the side, sighed before stepping forward. "You're Y/n?"

Y/n looked at her, and immediately they saw each other so clearly and deeply they both relaxed. Flynn and Y/n saw the same exhaustion in each other that they saw when they looked in the mirror. An expression they'd memorized after so many times seeing it in fact. The exhaustion of someone expected to hold everyone around them together, who rarely got help themselves. Flynn's had lessened, easing as she slowly worked things out more and more with Julie, but it still wasn't gone. It was too engrained to be completely gone.

"Yeah, I am," Y/n responded. "You must be Flynn."

Flynn smiled, raising an eyebrow. "And you know me how?"

Y/n smiled a little too, even if it was faint and strained. "You expect me to have helped Julie Molina of all people and not know the people who matter most to her? Please. I didn't just keep track of the Phantoms - their manager is just as important."

"You kept track of us?" Reggie asked, surprised.

Y/n seemed to not want to answer that question. In fact, it seemed he almost didn't. But then, without looking over, he answered, "When I was summoned accidentally by a girl in crisis over the fact that despite all her hard work, no one cared about her or took her seriously while the friends who abandoned her succeeded without even having to try, I got an ear full about Julie Molina and her band. On top of that, I kept being summoned by the same girl - equally as on accident - until I saw that band perform myself. And when I saw three out of four members of an old band I used to know unaged even a day, I knew something was up. So yeah, I kept my eyes and ears open."

Julie's eyes were wide. "Hold on are you talking about Carrie?"

Y/n flinched. "I... wasn't supposed to tell you that." He sighed. "But you really should talk to her. There's been a lot of miscommunication for the last while."

"Well then," Flynn mumbled.

"If that's all you needed..." Y/n began.

"We need to talk too," Luke spoke up finally. Y/n crossed his arms over his chest and Luke stepped forward, reaching out to him slowly. Y/n stepped away and Luke's chest squeezed. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I just- we need to talk. I want to talk."

"Now you want to talk?" Y/n finally looked over at him and Luke's hands curled around the material of his own shirt. Reggie moved closer and touched his arm to soothe him. Under the contact Luke relaxed again. Y/n didn't miss the moment. He scoffed, a twisted smile rising onto his face. "I see." His eyes flickered to the marks peeking out on both of the boys and the new form they each took. "Only took you thirty years or so."

Flynn, Julie and Alex all exchanged looks before the ghost disappeared and the two girls slipped outside, leaving the three boys alone. Their exist was masked by Reggie asking, "What does that mean?"

Y/n stepped away from the pair. "Listen if you want to clear the air so you guys don't feel guilty about dating, it's fine. I'm over it. It's been ages and-"

"It's not like that," Luke interrupted. He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I just... Listen, I know I handled it really badly when we were first together. I wasn't fair to you. And I'm not saying we should try it again if you don't want to, but I did want to talk to you. To clear the air in the very least. I wanted you to know that it's different now and I wanted you to know that I should have treated you better. That I know it too. And I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Immediately all of the anger melted off of Y/n and it became clear that he had never even been irritated. He was in pain and trying to hide it. Pain that showed loud and clear now, for all to see. "I forgive you, Luke. And Reggie too. We were young and stupid and none of us were handling any of it correctly, especially with all the pressure placed on us. It's whatever."

"We don't just want you to disappear again though," Reggie added. "I get it if you don't want this. If you don't want to be friends with us again. But even if that's all it is, we'd both like you to come back again. We've lost a lot of our life. All of it, in fact. We don't have a lot of friends anymore, and things are hard and confusing and painful. We just..."

Y/n teared up. "Why now? Why, decades later, are you finally doing what I begged and begged and begged you to do AGES ago? When I've finally moved on and let it all go and came to terms with my new life? I've been aching for ten years and now you decide that you're going to do all the things I tried to do?"

Reggie pursed his lips. "I'm sorry Y/n. If you want to leave and it's too late, we get it. We just... had to try. I'm sorry if that's selfish of us. If it only makes things harder for you."

Y/n didn't respond for a very long time. Then he barely managed out, "I have to go." And he was gone, leaving Reggie and Luke alone in the studio.

Luke covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes for a few seconds. Then he dropped them, sighing as he looked over at Reggie. "And yet it still went better than I thought it would."

Reggie didn't say anything to that, but to be fair, he didn't really have to.

Getting yanked from the black empty void of nothing into an almost empty street was jarring enough on its own without all the noise. it wasn't overwhelming, like a crowd, but just one voice at high volume. Y/n looked over to see the source, his eyes landing on a familiar face. Bobby. He leaned against the wall, hand covering his face and guitar swinging from around his neck. He looked like he was about to pass out.

Panicked, Y/n rushed forward to help him. He grabbed the guitar and placed it in a more safe position, reaching out to steady Bobby. To his shock, his hands went right through his friends. A moment that was missed by the dark haired boy who only then lowered his hand from his face and looked over. "Y/n?"

Y/n smiled a little, strained even as he tried to make it large and warm and genuine. It was obvious Bobby was totally wrecked and Y/n wanted to help. Everything else could wait. "Hey. You okay?"

"You're here." The words were hoarse and for a second Y/n wondered if him being here had made him feel even worse. That's how it seemed. He looked around to try and avoid his eyes - what had Luke told him? How angry was he? It should have only been an hour or so. Maybe that's why Bobby was upset. All those thoughts were wiped from his head when he realized he was... back stage. Bobby was about to go on stage, and the audience was cheering for him as he waited for his cue. Did he... have stage fright? How had they even gotten here to begin with? Wasn't Y/n just running through the woods? No, he had fallen. He had been hurt... Where had the large hole in the ground come from? It felt like it had fallen, broken. One second it was there and the next it was crumbling underneath him.

He was suddenly very confused.

"Where is here exactly?"

"The Orpheum." He was looking at Y/n with a very bizarre expression. "Am I crazy?"

"Why would you be crazy?" Y/n asked, taken aback by the question more than anything else that was happening. Wasn't Y/n the crazy one? He looked around again, his head spinning. "Wait if you're at the Orpheum where are the others? Alex and... and Reggie? And Luke?" The names hurt him more than he expected, only then did it all sink in that he would probably never see them again. Unless... why was he here? Maybe they'd invited him. Maybe things had been fixed.

Bobby's face twisted with pain. "Y/n, they died. They ate some really bad food and it killed them. That was three years ago. I tried to find you but..." He swallowed and Y/n looked at him, slowly, horror crossing his face. "We were going to perform. But... I mean, I couldn't do it. I couldn't perform. So I left and they told me that if I wanted to perform in the future I could. And now I'm here and..." His breathing hitched and Y/n stepped away. "But now you're here and- and maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't go on tonight. They pressured me... with the songs... I'm..."

He was dumping, ranting, as he had before. As all the boys had turned to Y/n for comfort, Bobby did so now. But Y/n couldn't catch him as he began falling. The boy was falling too fast himself. Luke and Alex and Reggie were dead? Three years? When had they booked a performance at the Orpheum? They were getting big there was nothing crazy like that happening. Not yet. And how had Y/n gotten here?

It was only not registering that Bobby looked quite a bit older. His hair had grown out, and he had the beginning of a beard on his face. He was dressed differently too.

All Y/n could think was, "You can't go on without them." Bobby nodded, agreeing, and Y/n felt a scream echoing in his head. He grabbed it, closing his eyes. He wanted to leave. He wanted out of here. He wanted... he couldn't...

There was a pop and then he felt sun on his skin and a cool breeze replaced the fans and Bobby and the chaos. He felt himself sink to his knees. What was happening?!

"Hey." Luke turned to see Y/n and despite himself, he smiled.

"Hey, you." He shuffled, a little awkward. "Reggie isn't here right now."

"I know." Y/n took a seat on the couch, sinking into the soft seat as he sighed. He looked tired. He probably was. "I'm not here to be a creeper or anything. I just... I just wanted to talk about what happened that day. Why..." He placed his face in his hands.

"You're not here to talk about what happened," Luke realized aloud.

Y/n shook his head. "It sucks so much, Luke. It's suffocating out there by myself. And... it doesn't stop. Someone always needs help, and all I can do is offer a momentary comfort and then I have to leave and I have to move on and I can't ever stop. I never stop."

Luke hesitated a second before sitting next to him. "That day with the little girl. How she called you an angel, when you grabbed her toy that she dropped. And how you were in the alley way with Julie. Do you do that all the time?"

Nodding, Y/n seemed to melt. He seemed to much more broken since the last time they'd talked and Luke felt his heart aching. He wanted to help. Had Y/n always looked like this? Surely not. "I thought it was my purpose. The lonely angel. Always moving, always helping, always by myself. I made this connection with the people I helped, but only while I helped them. Kind of like how Julie could see you guys before. I can feel myself being pulled. And if I let go, I'm summoned to someone who needs help. And they can see me, and hear me, but they can't touch me. I just thought it was a sign. And then I met Carrie, and Julie, and that brought me back here. No matter how long I go, it always brings me back to you and Reggie." He sighed again, longer and heavier. Like he was on the verge of tears. "It's so frustrating. I just want to stop and come home and collapse in your guys' arms. It's not fair."

Luke pursed his lips, hesitating a second. But then he just shook his head and opened his arms, wrapping one around Y/n's shoulders and pulling the boy into his chest. Y/n curled into him, holding onto him as he tried to hold back tears. Little gasps came from him as he tried to keep in control and Luke frowned. "Listen Y/n, I know it's not perfect. In fact it's anything but. I still think... if you need to make it less complicated for a second, you can. If you just need some comfort and a safe place. If you need someone to take care of you. Reggie and I are both more than willing to do that. Even if it's just for a while. We can start there. Just give that to you."

Y/n nodded. "Okay." He seemed to relax and the two men sat there for a very long time, in silence, just trying to hold each other together. It was such a relief for both of them that neither of them pulled away until they had to. The studio doors opened and Alex, Flynn, and Carlos came in. They chatted, laughing, but stopped cold as they took in Y/n and Luke.

Y/n pulled away, getting to his feet. "Sorry." He disappeared again, and Luke closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Alex came to sit next to him. "He's coming around, Kas. Just give him some time okay?"

"Yeah I know." He sighed, lowering his hand. "I need to update Reggie. You know where he is?" They didn't know what they'd do next, but comparing notes for now would be the best idea. If Y/n came to Luke this time, he might come to Reggie next and it would be best to be as prepared as possible. Even if he didn't... Hopefully he would though. Hopefully he would.

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