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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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Wildest Dreams

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 9

"He only saw her in his dreams."

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 3,695

Warnings: language as always, angst and some tiny fluff (probably not in the way you want), alludes to sex, Odin. one malec reference.

A/N: okay so, this chapter is different since it is mainly introspective about Loki's time in the 6 months he has been back in Asgard- so that's that about the timeline.

A/N2: I really hope you'll like it so let me know by reblogging and commenting! If you want to be on my taglist let me know by sending an ask! Thank you @chrissquares for the dividers! and the amazing @nacho-bucky

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Month one in Asgard.

"Brother I assure you all will be well. I'll make sure she will be safe." Thor had told him that before he left for Midgard.

The gesture was nice but while he did want you to be safe he didn't want to know who you are hanging with.

You'll find a way to move on and so will he. Once this all will be over Loki will finally get some peace and his life will return to normal, nothing lasts forever after all.

Life as a prince was supposedly comfortable, and so a prince's chambers should be as well. But as he was lying on the big soft bed in his large room, he couldn't have felt more alone. The bed was too big, the sheets were too cold, and the surfaces of the room were too empty of life- he could find a million faults to his room if he tried.

Loki didn't stay in his room often then, as a prince he could do whatever he wants and he could go anywhere he wants- well, almost.

Sparring was a great hobby he developed when he was angry, having a chance to politely beat down another person often sounds delightful to him then. It was almost empty now at the sunset but he found an opponent.

He could feel and hear his own heartbeat as he took in a breath and looked into the sunset as the warrior took his stance in front of him.

'The Norse Gods are almost immortal.'

The sentence lingered in your head. Maybe buying this book was a bad idea. At the knock on your door you quickly shut the book and shoved it under the sofa cushion.

A moment later Loki walked in with a batch of freshly picked flowers, they didn't look like they were from around here, you only hoped these flowers can survive on their own so you wouldn't kill them.

"Hello my love, are you ready for our date?" you got up to him with a smile, he put the flowers in a vase that appeared on your table, once he was in your reach you gave him a peck on the lips.

"Yes, let's go!" The relationship was still new but you were happy that you still had that same chemistry that the two of you had before.

That sentence kept your mind busy as you drove out of the city, away from the crowd of people and into a high solitary space.

"I could've just teleported us there my love, you know that right?" he looked at you as you drove, the sun was shining over you and he couldn't look away. The view of you in the sunlight with your best dress and red lips is easily more stunning than anything he had seen in all the realms.

"Yes, but it's more fun this way." You insisted on having some of the dates be normal and human.

"How is driving for such a long time fun?" you saw him shake his head from the corner of your eyes.

"Just relax Loki, I'll put on some great driving songs." He groaned but you only laughed.

It was an hour or so later that you reached your destination- it was an amazing view seeing all the trees and rocks as you finally parked on the dry ground of the mountain hill spot you found for Loki and you.

Loki stepped outside and laid out the picnic you packed up as you looked down on the beautiful horizon as the sun began to set.

Loki came up behind you and curled his hands around your waist.

You could've stayed in that content moment forever. The sentence still lingered in your brain.

"Loki?" you called to him and he only hummed in response, his lips kissing your hair.

"Yes, darling?"

"Say you'll remember me." You asked him in a low voice.

"What?"

"Say you'll remember me, here at this moment, standing in a nice dress and staring at the sunset with you."

"I promise you my dear," he kissed your shoulder and you felt him smiling. "Every time I see you, I'll remember this moment. I'll relish it forever."

•

Month two in Asgard.

It was different, spending the time with her here was nothing like being with you there- but maybe that's a good thing.

He was trying to get used to all the same emotions he felt all those years go. The regret, the knowing that he has to let go completely, the anger and temporary solutions, and then there's the sadness.

It was a familiar process, but having you again just reminded him of everything he lost and how everything has changed after he first let you go.

The first time he let you go, it almost killed him. And now he didn't know how his own mind would work to survive this.

He spent days in meetings and peace negotiating. His father kept him busy whether it was with Iyllir or work, it didn't matter.

She was excited about the wedding- their wedding. He chimed him whenever she asked for his opinion.

"What do you think about the flowers? Besides the ones I already picked of course." The lady smiled at him and waited for his answer. Anything besides your favourite flower would be fine.

The only real thing in this month for him was the work he was doing- negotiating peace was not an easy task. Granted, he could've solved it long ago but where is the fun in that?

"It was a wise choice to listen to my advice. I'm sure your decision to marry soon to be Princess Iyllir will make everyone happy." Odin told Loki as he followed the Allfather into yet another meeting. Entering the room, Loki looked at the blonde who sat next to his seat- he wasn't supposed to be in this meeting.

Taking the seat next to him, Thor smiled at his brother.

"Brother," Loki greeted him and continued to look forward at the table. "Are you not supposed to still be in Midgard?"

"I am, but I returned for a bit," Thor lowered his eyes then. "I heard about the marriage, I'm happy for you."

His pat on the back felt gentler than the usual forceful ones. To Loki it was quite unsettling.

"To be quite honest, I thought you won't do it because-"

"Thank you brother, I look forward to the marriage, it's the right choice."

"Is it?" Thor asked his brother lowly, the meeting was already starting and Loki didn't respond but it was probably best to leave this topic for now. Thor had never seen his brother the way he was when he was with you, it was clear that you mean a lot to him, so it made it that much more worrisome that Loki was going to go through with the arranged marriage. Thor knew Loki would've easily gotten out of it if he wanted to.

•

Present day on Midgard.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Thor stood there with all of his friends from work looking at him silently.

Natasha was the one to break the silence, "Y/N has been kidnapped and we think the Asgardian problem that we have on our hands right now was the cause of it."

"Y/N has been kidnapped?" His brows furrowed and he put his hammer on the table. "When did this happen?"

"Last week, you weren't here."

"I had to attend a ball for my brother and…" he trailed off.

"Right, I'm sure the wedding was lovely." The captain retorted.

"We really don't need to talk about," Wanda started and looked between Pietro and Clint.

"The wedding hasn't occurred yet." Thor settled in a seat right in front of Steve. "Did you manage to find out where she might be?"

"If we did then she would've been home by now."

"No, we've got nothing so far." Nat glared at Steve before she returned to look at Thor.

"Well you could've told me sooner, I'm sure my brother will be able to help."

"What? Are you crazy?" Steve let out a bitter laugh and stood up. One of his hands was a fist on the table and the other was pointing at Thor. "He is not coming anywhere near here."

The dark tone in Steve's voice left no room for arguments. Tony only heard it once before and so he took Steve out of the room before anything could happen.

•

Month three in Asgard.

"I see that you've read the books that I recommended you already." Iyllir sat next to him on the dark blue couch in the large palace library. Gold and blue were all around and the smell of old books filled the air.

"Yes they were very interesting," She put a hand on his arm delicately. "You have incredible taste in books my prince."

He nodded at that and quickly picked up one of the books from the pile that was set aside on the table. The guide to the old weapons of the nine realms- he remembered reading it as a child, he used to sneak into the vaults and look around at all the hidden things he found there that he read about in his books. Whatever he didn't recognize he would pick it up and study it. There may have been a couple of accidents there- but come on, what did you expect?

Now the book let his mind wander to the happenings on earth. He heard Thor talk about how it is going there in hushed whispers, but he never stuck around to actually hear anything in fear it would be about you.

He didn't need to know how you were doing, who you were hanging with or what you were up to.

"Loki?" He got snapped out of his thoughts. He looked back at Iyllir who had an unreadable look on her face, he found it hard to read people when he was so caught up inside his own mind, but her face soon took on a gentle smile. "You drifted off a bit. You're here with me now, there's no need to dwell over anything- so let's leave this book aside, it seems to put you in a bad mood."

Iyllir took the book from his hands and put it behind her. She then linked her hand with his and caressed his arm, her head leaning on his shoulder.

His mind now wandered to her and their wedding that was coming soon. Iyllir did manage to put herself in his mind where you should be, so maybe this was the right call after all.

Loki smiled at her and they continued to engage in conversation.

•

Month four in Asgard.

It was hard to admit that he enjoyed Iyllir's company.

Her lips were soft, and he appreciated the way they made thoughts disappear from his brain.

"Did you really turn into a snake?" Iyllir's laugh joined his as he recalled the memory.

"He was quite shocked, we were eight at the time."

"That was quite clever of you, my prince." She laughed and let her head fall onto his chest as they lay in his bed, covered in green silky sheets.

"Well, I'm always clever."

"Now you're just giving yourself too much credit, you are not always clever." You laughed at him.

He shook his head and turned back to her.

"What do you think about going out of the castle for a bit, go for a couple of days to a small cabin far away from other asgardians just the two of us?"

She nodded enthusiastically and leaned up to a kiss.

•

"This place is beautiful, but I wish we would've brought maids with us- you shouldn't do any of these things, you're a prince. I sent a letter so hopefully the servants will get here soon."

"Oh, I was quite content with using my magic, but how thoughtful of you."

"Now you'll get to spend more time with me." She whispered to him and walked over to him, putting her hands around Loki's neck.

He pulled her closer.

"That is true." He said in between kisses, moving the two of them backwards until Iyllir's knees touched the bed.

"You know, it is not really proper for a man and woman to be in bed together like this before their wedding night." She moaned at the kisses he trailed down her neck.

"When did I ever care about such formalities, my dear?" she let out a breathy laugh as he laid her on the mattress and he hovered above her. "And I know for a fact that you don't either."

Loki was in bed, opening his eyes and seeing the redheaded girl still sleeping next to him, her bare back shone in the sun. They were twisted in bed sheets, and Loki looked back up at the ceiling and tried to go back to sleep, closing his eyes.

"Loki, come cuddle me, I'm cold." Your sleepy voice called out to him.

"Okay, love." He moved himself closer to the body next to him. Opening his eyes for a second, he got snapped back to reality when he realized that you weren't the one in his bed, he was cuddling someone who wasn't you.

He shook his head and tried to fall asleep when Iyllir pressed back against him.

•

Month five in Asgard.

The ballroom was massive and adorned with gold and touches of green. The people there were ecstatic about the upcoming wedding.

The crowded room was full of people drinking mead and eating and dancing. But it all seemed just a bit too much for him.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think this will happen to him that this would be his life. Every girl was here with the most beautiful dresses but all he could remember was you, dancing with him in your best dress, you could easily beat any girl here with that dress and your beauty.

Loki was seated next to the Allfather and Iyllir, watching over the room as more and more new asgardians came to pay their respects and congratulate the happy couple. Thor came up behind them and patted Loki on the back before he took him away to drink.

According to Thor it was a necessity.

After that he had a dance with his soon to be wife, only a few kisses were engaged, Loki didn't like being as affectionate out in the open, in front of so many people.

The dance ended and the mead started to kick in, and if he was honest it was quite amusing to see Thor drunk as he talked, or more so yelled, to his friends.

After the ball he didn't see Thor as much, he must be busy with… whatever that was happening on Midgard. He won't let himself think too much about it, so he kept himself busy with wedding preparations and council meetings.

He spent the month buried in work during the day, and clearing his head during the night.

•

Present day in Midgard.

"Tony, I already told you that her powers don't have any energy trackers that we can build on."

"Bruce, we already scoured hydra bases. We found no information about her." Tony looked at the screen in front of him before pushing it aside, startling Bruce. "Sorry."

The doors to the lab opened and they turned to see Thor coming in with a short smile.

"Have you got any news about Lady Y/N?" he looked around the room anxiously, his next words would certainly get a reaction from the two scientists. "Do you need my brother's help?"

"Thor, I don't think that's a good idea." Tony exchanged a look with Bruce and he rubbed his eyes. "But no, we still don't know where she is."

"Why refuse his help?" Thor's voice grew louder. He then looked at the door when it opened for Steve and Wanda.

"We already told you Thor, we don't want his help." Steve chuckled darkly, so Wanda put her hand on the captain's shoulder then, trying to ease the tension.

"Thor, this isn't something Loki can help with, this is hydra."

"He will still do whatever he can, he still cares for her-"

"Besides, he is probably busy preparing for his wedding, isn't that right?"

"You are being judgmental Steve," Thor came towards Steve. "You're not thinking rationally."

"Oh I am judging him just right. If you're only here to try and vouch for your brother than you may as well go."

"Steve!" Wanda called him but he didn't budge his stare from the Asgardian prince.

Thor left shortly after.

Steve ignored the stares.

•

"Father, the elves are calming down, if we send some aid we could make sure peace is settled." Loki talked to his father in the throne room.

"If we send aid, they could use it against us. They could just be faking submission." Loki held back a laugh.

"I'm not the god of lies for nothing father, I'd be able to tell if they were faking it. Trust me about this." The doors opened with a bang, shutting behind the blonde prince as he strode towards Loki.

"My son, what are you doing here?"

"Loki," Thor ignored his father and Loki got up and looked at Thor at the strange occurrence. "Y/N has been kidnapped, you need to come back."

"She what?" His heartbeat sped up and he could feel the warm sensation of anger rise in him from the fear.

"Who is this girl?" Odin looked between his two sons when none answered. "Thor?"

"A girl from Midgard, she's an Avenger." He looked over Loki and nodded his head, he needed to be the one to talk.

"She's just a girl that I knew from Midgard." He said to his father with his jaw clenched, then he turned to Thor. "Thor, what happened?"

"They think she's got taken because of her powers, or because of the Asgardian technology that was stolen."

"My sons, you will answer to the questions I pose. Now tell me, what powers does she posses? If she has a part in the problem we have on Midgard then I deserve to know that."

Thor nodded, encouraging Loki to speak up.

"She has the power to insert herself into people's minds and control what they see and feel." He shook his head at his father. "She has no role in this father, she should not be mixed with Asgardian business."

The Allfather was quiet then before he shifted in his throne.

"Son, you know her for quite some time isn't that right?" Loki nodded and looked down.

"And you seem to care for her, too." He was no longer asking but Loki found himself nodding anyway. "Did she know about you being an Asgardian?"

"Yes, she knew who I was."

"So have you ever used your magic on her?" Loki was halfway into shaking his head before he stopped and remembered that night he spent comforting you, sitting on the tile of your bathroom.

"Only once," he thought back at the ancient spell.

"Tell me now my son, has it ever crossed your mind that such powerful magic as the one you have will affect a mortal immensely?"

"What are you saying father?" Thor looked up at Odin.

"It was a powerful spell…" Loki was still in thought about his actions that night, he must have been emotional.

"Her powers can be of Asgardian source, the mortal's powers sound like old Asgardian magic- the reality stone that was stored here long ago. The spell must have been from those ancient time, and so it stored immense powers- the kind that a mortal could not bear."

"So is that why they took her? Because of my magic, they took her because of me." Loki mumbled to himself.

"Loki, no don't say that-"

"It's true Thor! I'm going to get her back." Loki didn't wait for Odin to object before he all but ran out of the door. Odin didn't object.

"Thor, go after him. If he finds her, he will find the rest of the stolen weapons." Thor nodded to his father before following his brother.

•

Steve looked at the papers scattered on the lab.

"This is a nightmare."

"I've had better nightmares." Natasha spoke from next to him. "You should go rest a bit, you look like hell."

He smiled at her but it barely reached his eyes. You were a part of his family, losing you is not an option. He didn't know where you were and he didn't want to think about what you may be going through.

He wasn't the only one who cared about you, he knew that, but it still felt like they don't understand.

He turned around to go get water, when he almost ran into someone.

Looking up he saw the blue eyes of the raven haired prince. His tiredness suddenly disappeared when he took in the cold demeanor and rage filled eyed.

"I've been away for six long months and meanwhile you let her get kidnapped just like that?" Loki's voice was low and Steve didn't notice Thor walk in right after Loki, he didn't hear Bucky calling him.

"You are not welcome here Loki, and don't talk about it as if it isn't your entire fault."

The answer he got was in a dark laugh.

"Oh captain, I'm afraid I'm way past asking permission." Loki moved past him. "How long was she gone?"

"Almost a month," Bucky replied, looking between Steve's clenched posture and the same one that Loki held. "Can you find her?"

"I'll do whatever it takes." He nodded to the soldier and Bucky recognized the vulnerability in his eyes.

"Her powers are Asgardian, they came from me." Loki looked at the different screens, the room was quiet. "Doctor Banner, do you think you could track my energy signature? She should have some part of it inside her."

Loki looked back at the doctor, awaiting a response.

"Yes, I will just need to take some of your-"

"Take what you need."

•

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shelby-love · 3 years

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KELLY SEVERIDE

Skeletons and Whatnot.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I feel like this is rubbish, but I also feel like it’s not. 50/50 (1.6K words - might come back to edit it tomorrow)

Also you can see how tired I am (it's 4:30AM) I mean what is this title??? GOOD NIGHT.

"That's not possible. Check again."

"But I already did! Like a million times!"

"Adam, I swear to God-"

"Alright, alright…" Your colleague mumbled, turning on his chair to run the data yet again.

While he sat on the chair, looking through files he didn't have a clue about, you were leaning against the wall and shaking in your boots. Your heart hammered and your palms felt clammy.

Not possible. I killed him.

"No look it says right there," Adam declared; proud of himself for being able to gather information like this on his own. "Some girl named Lucy Riggs pawned a gun she got off some guy named Jon Prescott.

You squinted your eyes at the information that made no sense. "Get to the point."

Adam visibly swallowed, "Turns out the guy's name isn't Jon. Shocker. It's actually Parker Torres."

Your blood ran cold at his words. A million thoughts raced through your head. You wondered where he was, what he was doing… The questions that evaded your mind are usually normal, but here, when you thought about the dark man of your past, the questions seemed to be anything but normal.

"What about the gun?"

Adam clicked away until a picture of a metallic gun popped out. "Smith & Wesson Model 64 revolver."

Next thing you knew, a chain of vulgar profanities escaped your mouth, and you couldn't stop them. Ruzek's eyes widened ever so slightly at your lack of composure. "Mind telling me what this all about?"

You took a deep breath. "My skeleton escaped the closet."

***

The lack of information you found within the last couple of days was mind blowing. The only lead you had was the gun that wasn't even in your possession, having gotten lost in a misfit of undocumented sales.

Lucy wasn't of help either. The poor girl just wanted to get rid of her husband's gun, saying everything but useful information along the way. "If he wants a gun, then he better get a good one… A new one too! I don't want that piece of garbage in my house. God only knows who used that gun!" Lucy told you, just 48 hours ago. Those exact same words.

She was right about one thing.

That dammed gun went through so many hands and took double more lives.

And you didn't even have a lead.

"You look like crap," Kevin Atwater teased, handing you a steaming cup of coffee.

You didn't even manage to smile, looking at him through your shades that were, so far, doing a great job at concealing the bags under your eyes from the world.

"Rough night?"

"Mhmm."

Kevin didn't know that you no longer lived with Kelly. The temporary solution to your problems turned out to be moving back to your own place. Putting Kelly in harm's way, no matter how much he thought otherwise, was something you didn't want to do. The comfort of his bed and body were replaced by a thin blanked and an uncomfortable dining chair.

Dozens of glass decorations were laid out all over your apartment. On every window still, next to every door… On every surface, really. You slept on the dining chair 5 yards from your front door with a pistol strapped to your back, a shotgun under the chair and a rifle wrapped around your two arms, acting as a teddy bear for every time you dozed off.

Friends from Interpol would call here and there, with nothing more than sad news.

Hank Voight was pulling out every contact from his little notebook, but not even they could solve your years long case.

You wanted to throw up.

"Hey Kev."

"What's up?"

"You still friends with that FBI agent?"

***

"Second floor clear," The grip on your radio loosened after the second you needed to inform your team about your situation had passed and you moved on upstairs. You could hear them respond in the same matter as you held your gun with both hands and carefully climbed up the stairs.

You didn't let a sound slip your lips as you trekked the stairs up to the very last floor, save for the attic. For a drug house, everything was eerily quiet. It didn't feel like someone left in a hasty hurry.

It felt like as though there was no one there in the first place.

Your need to report that to your Sergeant faded away quickly once you saw smoke. It seized your full attention within a few seconds.

Smoke grenade was your first guess. Nasty things but nothing new.

That was, until you took several steps closer and the smell of the source journeyed through your nostrils. It clicked in your head immediately. Three years of being a squad lieutenant's girlfriend can do that to you. The scent of fire is nauseating and sweet, putrid and steaky, or something like leather being tanned over a flame. The smell of it can be so thick and rich that it's almost a taste. Kelly's words rung in your head, and you pulled your radio to your mouth.

"Call CFD! There's a fire on the third floor!" You informed, shielding your eyes. "Stand down! I repeat –"

Things went black after those words.

***

"We have a detective trapped on the third floor," Voight informed the first responders. "That's where the fire started."

Wallace nodded, "Squad 3, take the third floor."

Unlike Wallace, who had found his source of information in Voight, Kelly Severide had found it in Jay, who stood on the street visibly stressed. "Jay where's Y/N?"

Jay frowned, "She went to scope ahead. She was on the third floor when the whole place just blew up…"

"She could be unconscious right now," Kelly muttered. "Squad 3 let's go!"

Kelly Severide was already in the burning building when Chief Boden found out just who was trapped upstairs. "Dammit."

***

"Y/N?!"

Kelly's patience was thinning by the second. Knowing that his time is limited and that the place could blow in a stronger matter at any moment, he paced toward your unconscious body expeditiously.

Noticing the angry streak of blood that came from your nose had his heart in his throat. You were twisted in a way not normal for a human body to be in, catching him off guard the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Despite all that, Kelly still swooped in to grasp your limp body in his arms.

The stress of the last few days he went through didn't come close to a match with this very moment. "I'm coming down chief!"

For a moment Wallace wanted to bark back, but he bit his tongue. Love makes people do crazy things.

He knew that better than anyone.

"Get the hoses ready!" Boden announced and turned to the Intelligence.

"She'll be okay."

***

You were okay.

Maybe even better than you thought possible.

"Kelly wake up."

You smiled cheekily at doctor Mannig, who stood by your hospital bed, waiting for Kelly to wake up with the same thin line of patience as you.

You woke him up with a slap to his shoulder.

Natalie was beaming, her eyes sparkled despite the fact that she was the doctor to the most heavily guarded patient in the whole city of Chicago. "I think congratulations are in order."

"What do you mean?"

She winked before handing you the tablet, "You're 11 weeks along Y/N. Congratulations you two."

You shook your head wildly and pressed a palm to your mouth, acting out what your defense mechanism wanted you to do. "Oh God…"

"Really?" Kelly asked next to you. He had already grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly, holding you to the ground of your new reality. "Are you for real?"

She nodded, "The tests don't lie. I'm so happy for you two."

Natalie hugged you both closely before disappearing back into the crowded ER.

"Hey," Kelly murmured, grasping your chin with his index finger and thumb. "What's wrong? You're not happy? I thought…"

You shook your head immediately, stopping him from saying something that was untrue. "No, Kelly… I'm really happy."

Two heartbeats within one body. Your body.

A child that was going to take after you and the man you loved most in this world…

You felt so incredibly lucky at that moment.

Yet so guilty.

"Our baby could've died today…"

Fresh onset of tears attacked your eyes, pushing through until the moisture was dripping down your face, and you tried to muffle the hiccups with your hands. Everything started to make sense.

"Baby you didn't know…" He tried to calm you.

You shook your head violently, dropping his attempts into the water. "I should've known better. We didn't use protection... Then I felt so sick last week."

"Y/N-"

"But I was so obsessed with Parker Torres that-" You couldn't even finish the sentence because the guilt turned into anger. "God I'm so stupid!"

"Babe, look at me," Kelly's voice hardened yet the hands with which he cupped your face were gentle and comforting. "You didn't know, so none of this is your fault. If you knowingly went in there that's when it would have been your fault."

He kissed your tears away and gave you the softest smile ever. "Do you want to have this baby with me? Because if you don't, we can…"

You stopped him with a kiss.

You were venerable in the moment of the kiss, yet you never felt more at home. In this kiss is the promise of years of love and the sweetness of life. No one mattered at that moment. Not Parker… Not anyone. Only you two and the vow you just shared.

The next few weeks will be hard, that much you knew. You were introduced to a new reality and priorities shifted. The hunt for your skeleton will continue in the hands of the people you trust most and as months go by the light will greet the darkness of your tunnel.

But the next few years, you see nothing but light and happiness.

No skeletons to torture your life, but a baby and a soulmate to make it better.

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pit-and-the-pen · 4 years

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Hii. Can I request a George x reader, where after the war like a year later, she applies for a job at his shop? But she didn't go to Hogwarts so she doesn't know too much about the details of the war, and just them working together and fluff??

A Small Piece of Home

A/n: Ah so sorry with how long this took. I went a little off the prompt since I was having really bad writers block and this was all I could think of. This also got a little sadder and longer than I planned but there is fluff at the end. This also takes place about two years after the war, so around 2000. I tried to do as much research to make sure everything was as accurate as possible. Hope you like it, lovely. :)

Possible warning: mention of general and parent death.

Taglist:

General: @thoseofgreatambition @ickle-ronniekins @summer-writes @obsessedwithrandomthings @harrysweasleys

Weasley twins: @wand3ringr0s3

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It was your first day at work. Nothing too extreme. You couldn’t keep living off the small amount of money you received after your mother passed. No, you needed to do something. Literally anything.

Enough time had passed that you were finally settling into a comfortable routine. Moving anywhere wasn’t a fun experience. Moving to a whole new country to be closer to the few scatter relatives you had was even less so. But it did have it’s perks. Your aunt would invite you over for dinner some weekends and she would always send you with leftovers so you wouldn’t have to cook for a few days. You were slowly starting to save whatever was left of your relationship with your father. So yeah, things were getting better.

Sure you felt out of sorts a little, the wizarding world here was so different from America, but you were adjusting. And that’s what led you here.

The ad in the Daily Prophet had been bright and colorful. It stood out among the plain black ink of all the other ones. “Stocker/ sales needed at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes”. Seemed easy enough. You had worked customer service before. So after sending an owl loaded with the answers to some questions you received one back a few days later asking if you could start right away.

You took a deep breath as you pushed open the door and had to stop yourself for letting out a gasp. The shop was amazing. It was so full of color and had this light hearted energy that you never wanted to leave. Even when empty, this place almost seemed to have a heartbeat of its own. You were just looking around at everything when a voice called out

“Ah. You must be y/n, right?” Someone called from one of the higher floors. You looked around for the voice but couldn’t seem to find where it came from. A small laugh left your lips as you responded with a simple “yes”.

“You’re a little earlier than I thought you would be” You found the source of the voice a few floors above you. A tall red-head was hanging over the banister smiling down at you.

“Oh, yeah. The place was easier to find then I thought it would be. I’m still getting used to the area.” You shouted, probably a bit too loudly, in his general direction.

“Nothing wrong with that. George is still wrapping up some new products, I can show you where they go when he’s done. Oh I’m Fred by the way.” He said cooly, matching your loud voice. It made you laugh again.

You kept wandering around, trying to take in all the names and descriptions of the numerous items in the store. Growing more and more impressed as you inspected everything that was around you.

“Those are probably my favorite thing in here.” A voice said from behind you, causing you to let a surprised scream and drop the small flesh-colored ear.

“Oh shoot. Sorry” You say bending down to pick up the ear.

“Didn’t mean to startle you. I’m George by the way.” You had to do a double take when you looked at him before it clicked in your head. The owl said he and his brother owned the shop. Twins. You gave him a small smile and stuck out your hand.

“Y/n” He chuckled, a deep grumply sound.

“I would hope so.” George said as he took your hand and gave it a little shake. “Here. Let me show you where these things go and then we can open.” You noticed the brightly colored boxes he was carrying under one arm and offered to take some from him. He brushed you off and started pushing various boxes on the shelves, explaining the general order of what goes in each section of the shop.

“Typically our other brother, Ron, helps out but he’s been busy planning a wedding lately. So we decided we needed an extra set of hands.” George had explained to you in between his tour.

All of the products seemed to be organized by how much havoc you wanted to cause. More harmless things were in the front, closer to the ground to catch the eyes of younger kids that came through. More “dangerous” and obnoxious things were higher up, all the way up to the dark arts protection at the very back of the store. It seems easy enough to grasp. It would just take you a little bit to learn what products did what, but you were excited to learn.

“So how are you liking London?” Fred seemed to pop out of nowhere. That was going to take some getting used to.

“I’ve only been here a couple of months but I like it so far. I haven't been out too much. This is actually my first time in Diagon Alley.” You responded. Unable to keep the excitement out of your voice.

The two of them exchanged a little sad look before George spoke up.

“It’s definitely getting better again. There was..” He started before pausing for a second.”There was a lot to rebuild after everything that happened.”

You knew what he was talking about. Your aunt and father had explained all about the war that had ended just a little over a year and a half ago.

“We could show you around sometime!” He says, the little bit of gloom gone from his voice.

“I would love that.” You respond and they both look at each other and nod. Clearly planning something.

A little after that the twins decided that they were ready to open. “You can just watch for today if you want?” George says when he notices how nervous you were.

“I think I’ll be fine.” you're not sure how confident you sound but he just nods and drops it.

Overall, it was a pretty steady day. You stuck to stocking, helping a few younger kids that came in. Stumbling a little over remembering how many sickles were in a galleons, but otherwise pretty smooth.

George had tried to keep some small talk going throughout the day. Learning a little more about you but he kept it light. He could sense how you always tried to dodge the topic of family or the big “why did you move here” where you pretend to hear someone call you. It wasn’t necessarily something you wanted to talk about your first day. You were used to the way everyone's face would fall and they would instantly pity you. That wasn't something you wanted to happen with the twins. At the end of the day, you could really see yourself liking them. George especially stood out.

You shook that thought out of your head and continued to help them close up the shop. After everything was in order you said your goodbyes and headed off for the night.

The next few months went by smoothly. You somehow managed to survive the rush that came with back to school season. Fred and George’s other brother, Ron, had come around a few days a week to help out. The three of you were very grateful for the extra set of hands. After that died down, it was mostly owl orders which were super easy to get out.

Outside of the shop the twins and you started spending more time together. You even helped them come up with a few more product ideas. Everything was going great for the first time in a long while. George had started going out of his way to get you two to spend more time together.

One night while you were all huddled around looking at the latest product design, George had asked you to come to dinner at the burrow, yet again.

“Mum is dying to meet you.” George said when you tried to claim you were busy for the fifth time.

“Yeah. This is probably the most she’s heard about someone without meeting them. At this rate she’s going to pop into the shop and get it over with.” Fred interjected.

“Sooner or later she’s just going to think you don’t want to meet her at all.” George gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes and you caved.

“Alright. Alright. I’ll come.” You finally shout as they keep pushing the topic. “You two are the worst. You know that?” They just smile and you laugh, throwing the closest thing you can reach with a giant smile on your face.

The burrow wasn’t that far from your aunts turns out. You were a little apprehensive. It had been so long since you had been around a big family like that. Everything you had heard about Molly Weasley reminded you of your own mother and you'd be lying if that fact didn’t sting a little bit. The boys still didn’t know anything about that particular topic, which took some skating around. Family seemed like such a big part of their life and they wanted to know absolutely everything. It was hard to keep dancing around the topic and they seemed to get more and more pushy. You knew meeting their family would bring up the inevitable “what is your family like” question.

Yet Saturday came around and you found yourself at the front door. When you knocked there seemed to be a great flurry of movement behind the door. You heard at least five separate voices screaming that they wanted to be the one to get it. When you did open the door it seemed like Geoge had won whatever argument had taken. You were laughing despite yourself.

“I didn’t hear anything. Promise” You said as you took in George’s stern look.

“Seems like more than mum wanted to meet you.” George said, ushering you in.

Just like the first time you walked into the shop, you couldn’t keep the amazement out of your face as you looked around. The burrow was as warm and inviting as you imagined it would be. It instantly felt like home and this safe feeling wrapped around your chest and tucked it’s way past your nervousness.

“Is she her- Ah!” Said a woman from the kitchen. It was obvious this was Mrs. Weasley. “You must be y/n! You’re just on time, dinner's nearly ready” Her voice was full of excitement and she smiled brightly at you.

“George.” She turned suddenly stern. “Make sure you introduce her to everyone.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

If you haven't known any better you would have thought it was a special occasion. There had to be more people than you had ever met here. You did briefly remember George mentioning he came from a big family, but you never imagined that big.

You ticked off the names in your head. Ron and Hermione, Ginny and Harry, Bill and Fleur the latter currently holding their newborn daughter, Victoire. You felt like there were a few people missing despite the number of people here.

“Charlie still lives in Romania so he doesn’t come around much. And Percy’s..well he’s Percy still.” George said when you asked him. You just nodded. Trying to match all the faces to the names.

You sat down on the floor, right next to Fred who waved at you. He was talking to Ron about something and you just sat listening to everyone. Despite not talking to anyone, it didn’t feel awkward surprisingly. You would interject a little on conversations but otherwise just fell into a comfortable silence.

After about ten minutes Mrs. Weasley announced dinner was ready and everyone started making their way to the kitchen. When you tried to give Molly a hand, she shooed you to the table with a laugh.

“Absolutely not.” Was all you were able to make out as she all but pushed you into a chair next to the twins. Who were trying to hold in their own laughter at your bewildered expression.

“Well I don’t see you two offering to help.” You shot back at them.

“Cause we know better.” George said with a wink.

All that could be heard for the first few minutes were plates clinking and the small babbles of Victoire from across the table. When the first question was asked.

“So dear, how are you adjusting?” Mrs Weasley asked you. You smiled.

“A lot better now that I’ve had some time. Working at the shop has given me a lot of time to learn how things are over here.” You looked at the twins. George seemed to have a pink tinge to his cheeks. “The twins have been really patient with me and helped me get more accustomed to everything”

“That’s great! You have family here though right?” She seemed slightly concerned.

“Oh yeah. Most of my family is here actually. My aunt lives in the next town over.” You kept the answer short but she just kept going.

“I would hate to think you were all alone over here. The boys told me you were from America so I worried.”

“America? How’d you end up over here then?” Fleur chimed in. Your face fell.

“Well. um. My parents met while my mom was working at MACUSA. He was visiting for some conference. She was working in the department of international travel, so I’m assuming they crossed paths and the rest is history I guess. Mom didn’t want to just leave everything behind when I was born and they were a little rocky anyways. So he went back and she raised me over there.” You tried to gloss over the biggest part of that question but Fleur didn’t drop it.

“Then why move here at all?” You could tell she was just curious, her tone light and friendly. You still couldn’t help the pit in your stomach.

“Well a big part of it was I wanted to finish school but... “ You paused weighing if it was really worth ruining the happy energy in the room. You let out a deep breath. “The biggest reason was my mom passed away a few months before I left. We had already talked about coming over anyways as she had gotten in a big fight over some stuff with her family. I’m assuming it was health related since she had been sick for a while and hiding it from them. So that was kinda the last push I needed. I had nothing but bad memories and needed a new start.” Everyone had paused and looked at you. Fleur suddenly looked like she was very sorry for pressing the subject.

“Oh you poor thing.” Mrs. Weasley said suddenly. You could feel your chest tightening up at the attention. You cleared your throat.

“I..I have to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”

“It’s right around the corner, dear” As you got up you noticed George looking at you with a strange look on his face. There it was. The pity everyone always gave you. They always treated you like you were suddenly fragile when they found out. You should have just kept your mouth shut. Just left it at the simple “I graduated and wanted to travel”, like you had told the twins originally.

You looked at your face in the mirror and could see the tears threatening to fall. You weren’t sad about your mother, sure it always hurt to say out loud but you had gotten all the closer you needed at her funeral. You were over it as much as anyone can be that loses a parent. What had you crying was the thought of everyone suddenly treating you differently. You were crying at the thought of being someone worth pitying. Most of all you were crying because you were frustrated at yourself for ruining a perfectly good evening with your problems.

You signed and whipped the few tears that had dripped down your face. Splashing some cold water on your face, you could see the slight red tint that took your eyes. “Get over it” You muttered to yourself as you took a deep breath, getting ready to apologize and get back to normal.

“‘Ow was I supposed to know?” You could hear Fleur muttering softly to someone.

“She hadn’t even told us yet.” A voice you recognized as George responded back.

“Enough.” Harry, you thought, cut in. “Trust me, that was a look of someone who just wants to forget about it.” You were grateful that someone seemed to understand.

“Harry’s right. The poor girl looked terrified. The last thing she needs is for us to make this any harder on her.” Molly said in a stern voice.

When you walked into the room, it seemed like everyone turned to stare at you. Shit. The ball clenched back into your chest.

“I’m really sorry. I’m suddenly not feeling the best. I think I might just go to my aunts for the night.” You said. “It was really nice to meet you all. I’m sorry I have to go so early.” You apologize once more. Giving the table a small smile.

Mrs. Weasley gave you a soft, kind smile and stood up. “At least take some food with you. There’s always left overs.” You crossed your arms over your chest and nodded. She quickly scrambled to get you a plate of food wrapped up.

George was looking at you, everyone else seemed to be back to normal.

“Alright dear. That should be enough.” Mrs Weasley said, handing you a small bag. The two of you walked to the front door.

“Thank you. I’m sorry if I ruined dinner.” You said in a small voice.

“No. No. Don’t worry about it. These things happen. And um..y/n” Her voice got softer. “Feel free to come over whenever you like.” Her voice was so sincere that you couldn’t help but throw your arms around her neck in a big hug. She let out a surprised grunt but quickly returned the hug.

Over your shoulder you saw George standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“I thought since you weren't feeling well and don’t like to apparate, I could walk you to your aunts.” George grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

“Well it looks like someone remembered their manners.” Mrs. Weasley said in a cheeky tone. She gave you one more hug before saying her final goodbye and heading back to the kitchen with the others.

The two of you walked out the door, heading along the garden path to your aunts.

“I’m sorry. That turned into a mess.” You said after a few minutes of silence. George let out a little huff.

“Y/n. You didn’t do anything wrong. If anything you're blowing it a little out of proportion.” He said cooly. You were taken aback for a second.

“I just. I know how people tend to react-” You started.

“Look. we’ve all lost people. Everyone in that room has lost someone they cared about.” He had stopped walking and his usual humor was gone completely. “Honestly. I’m a little hurt that was how I had to find out. But trust me, no one in the house is going to think you're weak or anything.” You were having trouble holding his eyes.

“I just don’t want people to pity me.” You say letting your eyes fall to the ground.

“No one is going to do that. Trust me. They had all been so excited to meet you after everything I told t-” He suddenly cut off and when you look at him, you notice his cheeks have gone a little pink. This seems to cut whatever tension is in the air.

“What have you told them Georgie?” You tease. Happy to get over this topic.

“Well.. I mean.. Nothing but the truth. How you’re kind and caring and smart. And maybe something along the lines of how cute I think you are.” His hand is running through his hair. Now it was your turn to blush. Sure the two of you had been getting closer over the last few months but you had never expected him to think of you like that.

“So that’s why everyone wanted to meet me so much?” You asked, suddenly feeling awful all over again.

“And I just made myself look like an absolute idiot by running out.” You were instantly very self conscious and wanted to crawl into a cave.

“Not an absolute idiot. You couldn’t do that with Ron there.” He said and you laughed. ‘Plus, mum seemed to like you enough. I doubt she’s ever going to stop bugging me about you coming over. If you want to, that is.” He suddenly sounded a little timid. You laughed and stood up on your tiptoes, giving his cheek a quick little peck.

“Of course I want to come back. I have to redeem myself somehow right?” You giggled at the dumbstruck look on his face.

He took your hand and the two of you walked back to your aunts. When you got to the door, he gave you a small kiss to your forehead before saying goodbye.

You quickly found yourself over at the burrow constantly. Mrs. Weasley teaching you a lot of simple house magic that you had never seen before. It sure made your life a lot easier. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you had a big happy family. It wasn’t long before you and George were official.

Now the most awkward thing in your life was everyone taking beats on how long it was before you and George got married. You would always get super red whenever that was mentioned before George would tell whoever it was to “piss off” and give you a giant kiss to get them to leave you two alone.

#george wealsey x reader #george weasley #angst

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Useful—6(2)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Genre: College AU

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter—both parts): 6,367

Warnings (For the chapter): Fluff, Mentions of Depression, suicide attempts, murder, angst, panic attack, fluff, more fluff?

Two parts in what? 5 minutes? Lol. I hate Tumblr sometimes, and so much.

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Chapter 6(2)

Chapter 6(1)

You felt tears in your eyes, tears that you didn't let out of them, "I just..I-" he squeezed your hands urging you to continue, "I feel guilty. Just not good enough for you. Feels like you deserve a better friend."

Dean's little action continued on the back of your hands as he sighed, "You know you've been a better friend to me in the last few months than most people have been my entire life, right?"

"Doesn't mean you don't deserve better."

"There's no better, sweetheart. You're the best. The best high school girlfriend I could have ever asked for," You let out a little laugh. Only Dean could do that, "Mom. She was amazing."

You knew where this was headed. Dean never talked about his mom, and today he was. You held your breath as he spoke that word. Dean was opening up to you, finally. You felt him stiffen, holding back, "Go on, Dean. I'm listening. I won't judge."

"I know you won't. Out of everyone, you won't," Dean's hold tightened on your palm, "I don't have a lot of memories with her, but the ones I have they're all good. She was the best mother." Dean talked about her in past tense, and your heartbeat rose at that. You thought he had a mother, everyone thought that, "When I was four, there was a house fire. Sam was very small, 6 months. Dad ran to save her, but she forced him to save us instead. And he did. I remember seeing my house burn, with Sammy crying in my arms, with mom.

You gasped, your heart aching in your chest for the scared little boy Dean was hiding inside himself, "In the matter of seconds, dad came and picked us up, running in the opposite direction of the house. I kept yelling at him that he needed to go save mom, but all my cries..they were subsided by the explosion that happened in front. Mom was gone...forever. Only because dad had to save me."

You let out a shaky breath. He couldn't have been blaming himself for it the entire time, right? "Dean, it wasn't your fault." You positioned your head, now, your chin on his shoulder as you looked up in his teary eyes. Your faces inches away from each other. You cupped his face with your free hand and wiped the lone tear that escaped his eyes. What all had he been keeping inside for so long?

"It feels like it is," He shut his eyes, letting his tears out, "everything feels like my fault."

Your heart literally hurt in your chest. He didn't deserve that, he never deserved that, "But it's not. He is your dad, obviously he'd save you, Dean. You-you can't be blaming yourself, De."

"I saw someone that day. In the cupboard," you frowned at the new information as Dean rested his forehead on yours, "But I thought it was my imagination. A man. He had yellow eyes. Golden ones.

"I never told that to Dad. I don't know why, I just never did. But that image wasn't something I could have forgotten. But I thought it was a dream. After mom died, Dad worked overtime. He was a cop. I had to take care of Sam."

"Ever since you were four?" You let out before you could stop. That wasn't something a kid should be responsible for. He shifted so that you both were in your earlier positions.

"Yeah. That day, when I was 10, after putting Sam to sleep, I thought I would go play outside. That's when I heard it. Dad was talking to someone on the phone. Mom didn't die in the accident. She was murdered. I got to know that mom was an agent. Undercover. I didn't know what that meant but I understood she was the police. I didn't know how to process this new information and that's when I got my first panic attack.

You shut your eyes, tears falling on your cheeks, "I went into the bathroom. It was hard to breathe and I was feeling hot. I wanted to cry but nothing came out of my eyes," you brought your free hand to his muscled arm and gave it a squeeze, having a hard time keeping yourself from breaking apart, "I turned on the shower and stood there till I was better. I never spoke about it ever again, until now. I trust you, Y/N. Please don't ever break it."

His voice sounded hoarse from keeping himself from crying, "I won't. You matter a lot to me, Dean. The most."

He sighed, as if getting some reassurance, "Depression knocked after that. There were times I almost k- killed myself," You hid your face in his neck, wanting to get closer to him, to see he was there, breathing. He took a pause, nuzzling into your hair, feeling some life himself, "But the thought of Sammy, it stopped me. Each and every time. Sometimes he called my name just before I was about to do it, or sometimes I'd just remember his smile and how it'd fade forever if I pressed the trigger. That was one time I got dad's gun. I didn't even know how to use it. Sammy was my savior, he was my light at the end of the tunnel. He was the one who first noticed my self destructive behaviour. I was 16 and he was 12. He was a nerd, obviously he noticed," Dean chuckled to himself, "And when he found out that I had depression, he was hell bent on helping me. Even after I pushed him away, he didn't budge. By that time Dad started staying in different cities, so Sam and I were pretty much all. Bobby visited us every few days, dad's best friend. That's who Sam told. I was very mad, telling him that he's not supposed to tell just anyone about it. That's when Uncle Bobby smacked me in the head saying, and I'll quote in his accent, 'Family don't end in blood, boy.'" Dean chuckled at his own voice. A sight you wanted to capture forever. How could someone go through so much alone and still be as good as he was? How could someone be so strong?

"Then? Your uncle did something?" You asked softly.

"Yeah. Lots of love and care," He smiled nostalgic, "I felt like for the first time that I had people who care about me enough to bear with me."

"I'm glad you had them. Uncle Bobby and Sam, both of them sound like cool guys."

"Oh my god, yes" Dean laughed a hearty laugh, "They're the coolest guys. I want you to meet them someday! If, uh, if you're okay with it?"

You smiled, "Yeah, I want to meet them too."

"Bobby owned a garage. He got busy with it, and Sammy started preparing for law school. And I thought I was doing better, much better. My panic attacks were less and I smiled more. But without them, it was lonely. I was scared that I'll go into that dark place again. That's when I met Cassie."

You clenched your jaw, "The Cassie?"

"Yeah," Dean gulped, "We dated in high school. The first girl I liked, I mean, really liked. I was 18 and it was my first serious relationship. I really thought we could make something."

"You….you were in love with her?" You breathed out the words, a sudden wave of hurt passing through you.

"I guess," he sighed, sounding hurt, "I had liked her for a long time and we hooked up. But I think we both wanted more than just a hookup with each other. She was attractive, you know. She was strong headed and confident, someone who knew what she wanted and she was gorgeous. And that was hot to me." Something you could never be, "And maybe I was hot to her too. We went out for a couple of months. Everything was good. I was at her place once, it was mom's death anniversary. The hardest time of the year. And after a long long time, I had a panic attack."

"She helped you, right?" You asked, knowing the answer to it very well.

"She said I was nuts," you clenched your jaw, feeling fury in your head. You never really cared about Cassie, until you got to know she blackmailed Dean to throw you in the pool and later bully you about it. But right now all you felt was her was pure hate. How could she? How could anyone be so insensitive to someone? And especially when that someone is her boyfriend?

"Bloody bitch,"

"Right?" Dean laughed a little, "It was a long time ago, though. I'm fine now."

"Don't act tough around me, Dean," He sighed, "Is that why you never told anyone about your condition?" He nodded timidly, "Oh, Dean."

This time you wrapped your hands complete around his torso, nuzzling into his shoulders. He deserved all the happiness in the world and what he got was all of this, "When that night you found me...you know, helped me. I thought it was going to be the same. We didn't share a very good rapport. I mean, after what I did with you the first day, it was understandable if you hated me. I thought you were going to laugh at me, or maybe tell everyone about how weak I was.

You felt a pang inside your chest at that accusation, you had never been mean to anyone so it felt bad that he assumed that about you. But you understood it, he had trust issues. The girl he trusted, even loved, did that to him so you were a girl who didn't get along with him, "But you were nothing but kind to me. You helped me. That hug was the realest hug I had gotten in a long time. You comforted me and you did all of that. And now that panic attack doesn't feel all that bad. It gave me my favorite person."

"You're my favorite person, too, Dean. I can't imagine a life without you in it, you know. And I promise you, from now on, you will never find yourself alone when you need someone," You pulled away from him and cupped his face, wiping the stray tears. In that moment, all you wanted to do was press your lips to his and pour all the love he was deprived of in that kiss, but you knew that wasn't something that could happen. So you did what you think was closest, repeat an action from the day. He looked at you with unshed tears in his eyes, and all you wanted to do was take his hurt away. You leaned in, slowly pressing your lips to the side of his mouth, tasting the saltiness of his tears. He let out a sigh, "I'm always going to be there, Dean, okay?"

He nodded against your lips and you swore your breath hitched in your throat when they slightly grazed his. You pulled away slowly, maintaining whatever little boundaries were left between you two. It was all friendly, "Thank you."

"Mm hmm," You stood up, walking towards the lake, "The swans are gone."

Dean followed you, "Seems like they are."

"And for the record, Cassie is a dumb bitch."

Dean let out a laugh, "Yeah, yeah she is," He stood next to you, seeing the reflection of the moon in the lake, "Why do you keep pushing me away?"

That was the last thing that you expected to come out of his mouth, "Wh-what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Every time something happens, you go MIA on me or act like nothing happened. This happened yesterday, before that and today in the fair. What is it that's holding you back from opening up? Is it that you don't trust me?"

It wasn't an accusation, he looked genuinely confused. You didn't think he'd pick on these little things, "It's nothing like that. You're just overthinking thi-"

"It's okay if you don't wanna tell, Y/N. Just don't lie to me. I don't expect you to trust me but the least I can hope is that you don't lie to me and make me feel like a stranger."

"It's not that..I'm sorry," You said, feeling exposed under his stare, "I-I don't know how to talk about.. things. I never did. You mean a hell lot to me, Dean. It has nothing to do with you. It's me. I'm scared. I wish I were as strong as you because trust me, I do want to talk about my feelings. I just can't."

"It's okay, Y/N." Dean sighed and your ears perked up. Is he done with you? Is that all? Your eyes widened as your head turned in his direction. He looked back concerned and cupped your face, "Y/N, I meant it. It's okay. Tell me whenever you think you can tell me. I'm going to wait. I'm not going anywhere."

"Please don't give up on me just yet." Your eyes brimmed with unshed tears, as he looked back with nothing but understanding.

"I'm not. I'll always be here." He whispered, slowly pressing his lips to your forehead, "I promise."

And that's when you knew, it wasn't a silly crush. You were in love with your best friend.

You loved Dean Winchester.

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A/N: So that's about it. I really hope you liked this one because well, I mean I wrote it I'd obviously want you to like this. Ugh, I'm so bad at this. So yeah, I hope you had a happy reading. Feedback is greatly appreciated, it keeps me going.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

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We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 years

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41 with David? Thank you!

I hope you like it!💕

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Halloween was a peculiar time in Santa Carla. Besides the usual activities of going to haunted houses and trick or treating, there always seemed to be some magic lingering in the air. Everyone seemed to know that, even the human locals. Everyone made sure to be inside before dark, feeling that higher powers were at play.

Everyone, besides the local monsters of course. There were a bunch of werewolves, ghouls, a couple of witches... And of course, the vampires. Even though the werewolves worked at Cityhall, everyone knew that the vampires were the true rulers of Santa Carla. They were older and more powerful than the other creatures. And, in all honesty, far more dangerous as well.

The boys loved Halloween, knowing it was one of the only days where they didn't need to actively hide what they were. If anyone saw their true faces, they'd be convinced it was a costume. If not, they could always end up as a meal. Besides that, they liked to scare people, prank them so now and then...

So yeah, Halloween was a fun time. David thought so too, quite liking the atmosphere around town. He did like it, until Paul and Marko managed to convince both him and Dwayne to toy with a ouija board. He knew it was stupid- and potentially dangerous- but he did it anyway.

That had been about a month ago now, they'd been playing, asking some random questions to whatever ghost was 'talking' to them. It was all fun and games until Paul asked how the ghost had died. This caused the board to break. A bright light had escaped from it. A whirlwind swiped around the cave, and there, when everything was gone and calm again, were you. You had been taken away from your home by the whirlwind, as a regular Dorothy.

The first few days were awkward. You didn't trust them. They'd told you they had accidentally brought you to the cave. You'd nodded, listening to them but still feeling angry. That anger stayed for a while, causing you to be distant from the boys. That was, however, until theyd dragged you outside.

"You need to go out sometime. You'll like the boardwalk, babe!"

You'd frowned at Paul's comment, but when even David said you should go you decided to give in. That night was the night you befriended them. The boardwalk was fascinating - you'd thought it was a stylish decision to give the whole thing a retro feel, but when you'd asked you got some real questioning looks.

"What do you mean that it's retro?" David looked at you.

"Well, you know. I always imagined the eighties to look like this."

"We're living in the eighties."

"Yeah, right." You'd laughed, but when he didn't you stopped. "Wait, we're in the eighties?"

David had taken you to a small diner after your realisation. He'd bought you food, and asked you about your life in the twenty-twenties.

Now, almost six weeks after meeting them you and David had become a thing. You weren't really sure how and when it happened, it just did. He was sweet, to you at least, and he kept in consideration you probably had no idea how tapes worked. He'd just explain it to you, quite liking how you became dependent on him. He liked to take care of you, and if he couldn't because of your somewhat independent personality, he could by helping you 'master the eighties."

David smiled at you as you followed him out of the cave. The two of you would go on a date tonight. He chuckled when he could hear your heartbeat speed up. "Nervous?"

"No," you smiled, "just exited."

Instead of going by bike David flew to town, landing on a beach not to far from the boardwalk. It looked amazing from this spot. The bright lights against the dark night sky... You stared at it, smiling.

"I so miss cellphones," you mumbled, thinking back on how you'd have easily taken a picture of this scene if you had your phone.

David was quiet for a moment, before looking at you. "What the fuck is a cell phone?"

"It's a phone."

"That much was obvious."

"It's also a camera... And we can use the Internet. Oh, and we can send text messages, watch movies. We even use it a a flashlight."

David looked at you, a face of disbelieve etched on his face.

"Some people even pay with their phone."

"You're making this up."

"Nope," you laughed, taking his hand. "Im not."

"How would all that even fit in a phone?"

"Ask the people who make it," you kissed his cheek softly. "But they're pretty small, I mean, they fit in the pocket of my jeans."

David chuckled. "Guess the future is quite something, hm?"

"Just wait and see."

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #david #lost boys #vampires #long post #longpost

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dongiovannaswife · 5 years

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300 followers!

In order to celebrate the 300 followers (well, technically 307), I wrote this, please take it as a big thank you. When I made this blog I never thought I’ll have this much love and recognition. uwu

Destiny; Vampire! Giorno Giovanna

Part 2.

It started with a pain on the chest, small but persistent; he didn't knew what hurted exactly, but he recalled the pain starting on his lungs and then, after a sharp breath, his heart.

And suddenly he couldn't feel his hands or legs; it felt like a fever, with his hands and legs feeling like balloons. A couple days after the pain disappeared, his hands and legs feeling normal again. His heartbeat normal. His lungs working perfectly.

Perhaps it was the changes his body started experimenting; after turning 17 he grow taller, 1.90 wasn't a simple thing and he developed a muscular complexion; maybe his body was still adapting to the change, maybe his hormones were crazy by some random swap on his endocrine system. Giorno didn't make a big deal about it and continued his routine.

During a certain day on summer, when he had to go out to supervise the inauguration of a restaurant at Passione's charge, the sunburns he got weren't normal. They were small but hurted more than he thought. Mista suggested some sunblock and, surprisingly, it worked. The bad thing? It stopped working a month later.

His skin started turning pale. He stopped eating because everything tasted bad; not even his favorites foods could help and the only thing his stomach seemed to accept was the black coffee from the mornings and meetings. Nothing less, nothing more.

After a night of having a really bad fever Giorno started considering an illness, a serious one.

But then, when the doctors couldn't find anything wrong, he started thinking about the possibility of something more, an illness slowly taking over. A quiet one; the one that, until you sleep forever, stops; when life is drained out of you.

But his first preoccupation was her, his (Y/n).

She knocked at his bedroom door, entering when he talked. Giorno was on his bed, a pair of trousers hanging slow on his hips, letting her see the v shape on his hips, the toned abs and the marvelous chest, big arms underneath his head and blond locks on a man bun; he seemed lost on the ceiling even if he already had talked to her through the door.

(Y/n) sat beside him, placing her hand on his cheek; his skin was cold and she jumped at the temperature, Giorno reacted by looking at (Y/n) with preoccupation written all over his factions, "I don't know what's happening," he whispered, voice low and sounding like a pained growl. "But i'm sick and I don't know what's wrong." She nodded, silently encouraging him to keep talking. "And I don't know if it's an infection caused by a virus, a bacteria or even a tumor; but I don't want you to be affected. It can be anything and nothing but whatever it is, I don't want you to feel like this." And he looked at her with his once full of life eyes now clouded with pain.

"What's wrong, Gio? What do you feel?"

He sat, groaning when his heart made that jump again and his breath felt like stopping.

"Something in my chest hurts. I tried using my stand but I couldn't find anything..." He was getting impatient at this point; he was a man of action and, if he didn't get answers when he needed them, his patience could be affected and, finally, the calm and composed boss would explode. Just like now. "I even called Adam and he couldn't find anything."

"A doctor couldn't find the problem?" She asked, impressed.

He nodded and (Y/n) pressed a hand on his forehead, he didn't had fever but seemed to be hallucinating, his eyes suddenly lost on something behind her.

He coughed and she rubbed his back, his hand gripped her arm, "i-i need water." (Y/n) nodded and when she looked at his eyes, she almost could see a faint crimson color on them; so she ran out for a bottle of water.

When she came back he was sweating; cold sweat and pupils blown; his breathing uneven and soft whimpers leaving his mouth, the water bottle was took form her hand with no care; the liquid descended down his throat rapidly and, after what seemed like a dehydration moment, he seemed like nothing happened.

But his eyes held a fear she knew well; it was the same fear after taking over Passione thirteen years ago, the fear and sadness after his friend's death's.

And (Y/n) knew he was about to ask something for the way he licked his lips, a nervous trait she learned to read on him, "(Y/n), please don't come around. Not when I'm like this. I-i don't want you to go through this."

She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes; «what if i left and then i never saw him again? What if it was only a matter of the session change? »

"Gior—"

"Please." He pleaded, sitting at the edge of the bed and, with her now between his legs, placed his hands on her hips, looking up at (Y/n)'s eyes, "I'll make Mista tell you everything but please, don't get too close."

She swallowed, getting a piece of hair behind his ear. "How long?"

He seemed out of his mind for a moment but she wasn't sure what was going on, "two months." He answered finally and she looked at him surprised. "I'll find the problem in two months."

She nodded again and after giving him a hug, tried kissing him but he turned his head, gesturing for the transmission of the illness.

(Y/n)'s tears fell as she left the room.

Mista looked at Polnareff with doubt on his face; Giorno was drinking the third vodka bottle, claiming to be thirsty.

"Giogio, don't you think water would be better?" Asked the consigliere, getting closer to the blond.

Giorno took the bottle away from his mouth, wiping the remains off with the back of his hand, "that doesn't help." The cold tone he used seemed out of him, like the behavior he had towards some men when negotiating. "Hand me the red wine bottle, Mista."

Mista closed the door of the cupboard, looking mad for the first time. "No, I'll get you to Jotaro."

Giorno flashed a furious glance at the gunslinger and Polnareff could note how his eyes started to have the same coldness from that man back at Egypt all those years ago. Recalling the way Giorno was getting out of his mind, losing the calm and composed demeanor of his, getting more and more inpatient; and then, out of knowhere, Polnareff saw the vivid image of Dio Brando on Giorno Giovanna.

"Mista, we gotta go." He stated calm and Mista looked at him suspiciously, taking him on his hands and getting out of the room as soon as Sex Pistols user could.

When they reached Mista's office, Polnareff called Fugo, who stood in front of them with a glint of worry on his eyes after being told about the situation. "Fugo, I need you to send a message to Jotaro." Fugo nodded and took a paper and a pen, writing the words to send them later, "Giorno is having strange behaviors. We need to make sure he's not like Dio, and if it's not like that, we need to find out what's going on. Got it, Fugo?"

Fugo wrote the lasts words on his messy handwriting and nodded, getting out of there as fast as he could.

Mista looked at Polnareff with a bit of fear and worry, asking "you think he's becoming like his father?"

"It's possible. You know the story, right? Maybe he spent part of his life being a healthy human and now, after having reached all his human growing Dio's vampire genes are acting. I wouldn't be surprised if he turns out to be a half vampire, recalling his mother being a human. Or maybe, a full vampire."

Mista stared at the wall, trying to swallow the theory, "that's... That's crazy."

Mista nodded, looking at the door, lost on his thoughts, "yeah."

Mista answered the phone and the first thing the voice at the other side said left him recognize the person, "how's Giorno?"

"But could be possible." Answered Polnareff, staring at the wall; praying at whatever or whoever who ruled the world for Giorno not to be like Dio or else, recalling how strong Gold Experience Requiem could be, the world was lost.

It was her. (Y/n).

"He's okay." He answered, calm. Giorno didn’t sent Mista to her in any moment, claiming to refuse to lie to her; she’ll understand, said de 28 years old boss.

"… You don't know how to lie, Guido. How's him?"

The line went death after a sob could be heard.

Mista sighed and decided to tell the truth. "He's worse than the last time you saw him."

His eyes open suddenly at the new sound. His breath got caught on his throat, said part closing, a childish fear taking over.

Boom boom, boom boom. Boom boom.

The scent, however, it's something between coconut and honey, maybe almonds; and it's intoxicating.

Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

In the dark of the room Giorno feels his body react, lips parting and tongue licking the upper lip. Turquoise eyes stop staring at the wall to go through the bottle wine just to end up on the door, were the sound is getting closer. As the sound comes closer a scent reach his nose, it makes him react again and stand from the cold floor, his nude back being caressed by the cold wind entering through the open window. Giorno almost stumbles with his black seda shirt in the floor, the clothing ending up there due to the extremely heat he was feeling to the point where he believed he was going to burn alive.

Boom boom, boom boom. Boom boom, boom boom.

And suddenly a face, a laugh, a smile, a voice, two hands; her waist, her hips, her hair and that black lipstick she uses for parties comes to his mind and a picture, made out of a memory, starts to form.

Again, the image appears and suddenly he finds the link between the three things: the scent, the image and the heartbeat.

It's her. His (Y/n), his precious (Y/n).

His heart skips a bit at the thought of her coming; «i think I asked her to not come. » the scent, somehow, makes him start to think on another things; his body went still and his mind kept thinking; «i have her kisses tattooed on my skin. I want her. I need her. » irrational thoughts clouding his senses; the thirst, manifesting through a hard lump on his throat and tongue stuck to his mouth, not moving but just feeling dry. It's exhausting and uncomfortable. His chest hurts and his lungs seem at the verge of collapsing—

She opens the door slowly, the structure making a crack sound.

The poor light of the moon allows her to see the empty bottles on the floor, Giorno's shirt stained with some of the alcohol; a sudden rush of air, scandalous and cold, makes her froze in place. Something moves at the corner of her eye and she turns, "Giogio?"

Giorno stays still, hiding in the shadows of his office; his ears taking on her heartbeat getting fast; there's a taste of fear. A fear he can almost taste on his own tongue; Giorno pictures the taste as a mix between iron and leather.

He came out of the shadows, a hand placed over his chest; fingers buried on the muscle, trying to ease the pain by applying pressure. A strange smile displayed over his lips: the kind that makes you get goosebumps out of pure fear.

“I’ve been fighting it for so long.” He stated, the moon revealing his pained expression: his usual short locks that used to be back now covering his eyes but at the same time, a faint shade of red piercing her soul. “Trying not to become the same monster my dad was.”

But she recognized Gold Experience passing besides her to close the door; the sound doesn’t sound like the door closing but a death statement.

She tried to back off, to put a bit more of distance between them even if they were two meters apart; the fear taking over.

“You know how long I’ve been fighting against this, (Y/n)?”

He’s not the Giorno she knows. He’s not her Gior—

She’s confused now, not getting the point. “What are you… talking about?”

“You’re smart enough to know what I’m talking about, you, just like me in the beginning, don’t want to accept it; you know too well what I’m talking about. Perhaps,” he started getting closer, strutting to her slowly, the kind of walk a predator does seconds before jumping on the prey. “you just need to accept it with me. Would you be a good girl and help me, (Y/n)?”

He chuckles, dark humor on it as his pale hand throws back the short blond locks restraining his vision; a sardonic smirk and big red eyes staring at her; there’s no sense of humanity but a monster.

“Giorno, go away.” She stated trying to seem strong, brave.

But failed under the accusatory sight of the Don.

But then he looks back at her and suddenly she’s on the floor with his hand pinning her wrists at top of her head, his hips preventing her legs to move.

He chuckled and, suddenly stopping when the pain is too much his hand goes back to his chest, applying pressure.

“Blood, blood.” He cooed, desperate to find peace. “Just a drop and I’ll be okay— blood.” His free hand pulls down the collar of her shirt, revealing the space where he can smell the blood running down the jugular, his mouth opens as he lowers his head.

The view of the star on his shoulder blade is almost the last thing she sees, aside from the feeling of his new fangs piercing her skin slowly and painful.

But the last thing she really hears before drifting off to unconsciousness is Jotaro’s stand cry: “ORA!”

—and the last thing she actually saw was the blood dripping down the corners of his mouth; her blood, crimson and greek tragedy like. And the way his eyes came back to the usual and human color.

#thank you ♥#giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna x reader #jjba vento aureo #sfw #fem reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #aged up

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miniidreamer · 5 years

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Chapter 2-Heartbeat

I woke up this morning with a huge headache, and immediately took some pills for it. After eating some cereal and doing my daily morning routine, I searched for some jobs on the internet, but no job struck my interest.

Sigh. Guess it's back to being jobless. Now I have to go into town to look for jobs.

I got my keys and locked the door behind me before jumping in the car, and headed straight to town.

~Unknowns pov

"Sir, the Blood Moon palace invited you to their annual ball in two months' time. Do you want to accept their invite?"

"What does that mean? Do they want something from us?"

"Sir, in my opinion, I think they want to find our weak spots."

"Why? They are always causing trouble..."

"Sir, if the Red Raven palace has a queen, then that will mean that you are responsible enough to rule this palace, and they won't try anything, if not, then they will surely try to take over this palace when we won't see it coming. They are our neighbouring palace, after all."

"Is it because Jin should have been king and not me? They already know the reason why Jin can't be crowned king. They should leave it be. We do not have a queen yet, so what must I do?"

"I do not know, sir."

I should seriously give more attention about this situation. I should find the next queen.

"Maybe I should stop searching for my soulmate, and just pick a wife already."

At least that sweet smell is gone so I can focus more clearly. The previous night I couldn't sleep at all, the smell was too strong. It's an addictive smell that I couldn't get enough of.

The whole day I was busy working. I'm trying to get all my work done in the palace so that I can make time to find the new queen. I hate this so much. Everyone has a right to choose the one they want to marry, soul-mate or not.

It's 7 o'clock now, and her smell is back again. Great, now I can't focus on my work again. I might just as well stop for today.

I switch my computer off, and walk out my study, looking for my cousins. I walk through the mansion, walking through passages until I find them in Jin's bedroom. They all turn around and stare at me for a few seconds, and then they all came crashing into me. Oh how I miss them sometimes.

"Yoongi! You're back! We missed you so much!" Jungkook, the youngest said. I smiled at him and messed his hair up.

"How is the work going?" Jin said. He is older than me, which means that he should've been crowned king, but there was an accident, and he couldn't become king, which meant that I am next in line for the crown because I am the second oldest of the seven royal blood relatives.

Jimin, Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon hugged me too. Me, Jin and Namjoon sat on the bed while Jimin and Taehyung sat on the two couches next to the bed, and Jungkook and Hoseok sat on the gaming chairs, competing against each other in a game I don't know anything about.

I told them about my decision to get a wife instead of waiting for my soulmate, because reality is, I don't even know if I will ever find her. This is the best feeling in the world for me. To have my cousins around and talk to them. It relaxes me.

But tonight I couldn't relax. That sweet smell is back. It feels like its calling me, singing a lullaby to me. The smell is so alluring...

"Yoongi..? Are you okay?" Taehyung asked me. He can always see through me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that since yesterday morning, I could smell this sweet smell, almost like roses, and no one else can smell it. It's driving me insane. It's like the smell is calling me to follow it."

"Maybe you should follow it. See where it leads you." Jimin said with a smug on his face.

"I was thinking of going tonight. It's very strange, because it leads to this girl that is living in that old house a couple miles from the palace."

"A girl? Hey, maybe it's your brain telling you that you need blood." Jungkook said, still looking at the big gaming screen.

"Yeah, maybe. Last time I drank blood was two weeks ago."

"Yoongi. You should have blood once every week. You can't skip. You should be healthy." Jin scolded.

"I know, I was just too busy with the palace. I'll drink some blood tonight."

"Good."

There was a moment of silence when Jin spoke up,

"About the whole wife thing...I don't think you should stop searching for your soulmate. Maybe she is closer than you think."

"okay, thanks Jin."

Tonight is the night I hunt, and she will be my next victim.

~Her pov

No job. Great.

I need a walk to clear my head.

I quickly stood up from the couch, grabbed my walking shoes, and closed the door after me, walking the same path as yesterday.

I looked around me, noticing new things that I didn't see last time.

Next thing I knew, it was dark out. I didn't mind though. I walked some more, until I heard some leaves rustling. That didn't sound like it was the wind that blew it.

I stopped in my tracks, looking around me. Searching for the sound again. All I could hear was the wind lightly blowing, giving me chills. I heard a cricket far in the distance. Suddenly I heard something move behind me. My heart started beating quicker. I turned in circles, trying to find the source of movement, but nothing was there.

Then I felt a cold breath next to my neck, and quickly turned around, but still there is nothing. What is going on?

I didn't know that my heartbeat could be any quicker, but it was. Then I felt it again. The breath, but this time, I felt something right behind me. I felt the blood draining from my body. I was trembling, but didn't do anything. Just stood there. I couldn't move because I was too afraid of doing so. The person behind me put their hands on my hips, and then I felt something penetrate my skin on my neck. I felt the warmth leaving my body, and got very dizzy. My knees buckled under me, making me fall, but the hands holding my hips held me up.

I felt the pressure on my neck being relieved, and the person just stood behind me, still holding me up, doing nothing.

"...are you..my..."

I then felt him smelling me. What the hell is going on, I can't even see who this person is that is smelling me! Who does that!

I then felt drowsy and heavy, and closed my eyes. Tired. Sleep.

But before I went into a deep sleep, I heard the person whispering something to himself that made me very confused. After he said this word, everything was going dark, and I just let him carry me.

"....soulmate?"

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edward-richtofen-queen · 5 years

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Lost Girl's Lullaby ★Chapter Two★

Masterlist

Chapter One | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Hallowed Blight Event)

Character(s): All Killers (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), All Survivors (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), Female!Reader, Vigo (Mentioned), Benedict Baker (Mentioned)

Relationship(s): All Killers/Reader (Friends), All Survivors/Reader (Acquaintances), Phillip Ojomo | The Wraith/Reader

Overview: It had been months since you'd arrived in the place you had inevitably been placed in—The Fog as it was named. You understood the basis of how to survive and escape, but you were drastically different than the others—you sympathized with the people and creatures that were hurting you and your so called friends; You remembered vividly your first day of being in the realm. What will you do when The Blight appears and takes over your little world? Which side will you end up on—Killers or Survivors?

Warning(s) for this Chapter: Sympathy for Killers

Chapter Song Inspiration: Phantom of the Opera—Prague Cello Quartet

Notes: Welcome back! This chapter was highly requested after the first one! It was extremely fun to write and took a long while to create. There will be some implied ships—mostly killers/killers and survivors/survivors (and maybe some killer/survivor)—so if you don't like them being together, please ignore them (It's not really important to the story, but I like the interactions they will make in the future). Also important—the killers and survivors won't be able to use each other's perks, they're stuck with their own and the "free" ones. Maybe in the future I'll let them use each other's? Anyway, thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you enjoy! Journal Entries from the DBD Wiki!

Dedications: @daylightbydead, @insearchofnewdreams, @irageneve and @ameliafireheart!

Taglist: N/A

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Killer Campfire—The Fog

"Well, it does seem we have another survivor on our hands, don't we?" The smooth and deep voice from the large man in front of you made you shiver—you were in some trouble, weren't you? Your mouth had sealed itself shut, not saying a word as you cowered under his unnerving gaze. The other killers, made up of creatures and humans alike, seemed just as silent as a thick blanket of tension was placed over the camp. Behind you, The Wraith placed his hands comfortingly on your shoulders, his mere familiar presence a warming comfort.

"Since no one seems to want to speak—or some of you who refuse or are unable to—I will introduce myself and yourselves. It seems you've already met Phillip, The Wraith," He gestures an open hand to the man behind you as he makes a soft purr noise from his throat. "I am Evan Macmillan, known as The Trapper in trials. The large woman at the start of the row is Anna—The Huntress." The woman known as Anna wears a beautifully crafted bunny mask aged and weathered, a large axe resting in her hands as hatchets dangled at her waist. She only nods her head, a tune vibrating inside her throat as she hummed.

Several minutes later, you had introduced to everyone as you stayed silent and acknowledged them as they did you. Only a couple seemed to really speak—like Herman Carter; The Doctor along with Freddy Krueger; The Nightmare. Oddly enough, for killers meeting you for the first time they didn't seem as unwelcoming as the survivors were. Everyone seemed to make conversation as normal as Phillip picked you up and sat down, having you extremely close to make sure no rouge killer would try to kill you. Sally, the woman dressed in all white from head to toe, floated over to the log you were seated on. "Phillip's taken quite the interest in you, hasn't he?" She speaks softly and sweetly to you as you feel Phillip stir behind you.

"He's very sweet," You finally speak, his lips pressed to your forehead again. "Well, I'm here to fill you in for what Evan missed out on," Sally speaks, fixing her gown as she sits properly on the log. "You will encounter us each at least once this week. Depending on who you go against, they'll try and go easy on you so you can learn what they do. Once you fully develop your potential and perks, we'll treat you like any other survivor in trials but treat you normally outside of them," Sally's sweet voice explains in an almost professional voice as you nod.

"The Entity has taken an interest in you as well, she's letting you see us out of trials—Anyway, she dropped off a gift for you," Sally hums, a frail journal in her hands as she hands it over. It looks extremely old, dust painting the top and the pages ripped and yellowed brown. Opening the journal, you skimmed through the pages to see beautifully written cursive aged into its pages. Some of the pages didn't have dates on them, but one section of the journal was stuffed to the brim with paper on top of its entry. "Do you happen to know what day it is, Miss Smithson?" You ask politely as she nods. "It's October 12th, I believe—may I ask why you ask?"

You nod as your fingers brush over the words October 19th on the top of the page. "Just seeing if these dates line up." She leans over to look at the page and is confused under her pillow case. The date she can read, but the actual entry itself was definitely not in any type of language she'd ever read but she internally shrugs. You yelp as Phillip picks you up suddenly, carrying you like a bride as Sally gave a soft giggle. "It seems like it's time for you to go back to your camp. Trials start up too soon it seems. Please come back to visit sometime, will you?"

Carrying you back into the woods, the welcoming chill of the thick fog made the atmosphere oddly comforting. The loud chatter of survivors in the distance made Phillip stop and set you down, his hands grazing your own as he leaves a goodbye kiss to your knuckles. You blush as you lean to kiss his cheek in the same manner with a large, goofy smile on your face. He turns and wails his bell as he disappears into the darkness, you finding Claudette among the crowd to sit next to.

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"I think Phillip's got himself a new obsession."

"It seems more like an infatuation than an obsession—he isn't a obsessive killer, you know."

"You know what I mean, Herman."

"Don't sass me, Evan."

★。＼｜／。★

The cool wisps of fog slid from your form as you arrive in your second trial that day, this place flourishing in dead corn stalks and another large decrepit home. A shack sat eerily in the corner of the the realm as very large unmoving tractors sitting parallel across from each other. The sound of a whirring chainsaw made you click to the only two people who wielded them back at the campfire—The Hillbilly or The Cannibal. Moving amongst the thick stalks, the sound of a chainsaw made you jump to the side as The Hillbilly ran (more like flew) past you. He had no heartbeat for some reason as a generator finished in the direction he was running to. Maybe that was one of his perks Sally was speaking of?

You crept to an opening in the field to find Claudette working on a generator as you whispered to her to let your presence be known. Leaning to work on the generator with her, another male (Dwight as you remembered) came to work with you as well. He seemed nervous and paranoid twenty-four seven, but one of his perks seemed to help the generator proceed a little faster than before. He tries conversation, which you oblige to as you try to get to know him. The sound of a distant chainsaw made you shiver, a bad feeling boiling in your gut. "We've got to move—!" You yelp as you push Dwight from the Generator as The Hillbilly practically barrels to hit the large piece of machinery.

Scurrying away, your feet hit the ground hard as you ran. Turning around, the speeding figure hit your back as pain spread throughout your back while you let out a pain as you tumbled to the ground. The Hillbilly gave a pained whine as he lowered his chainsaw, patting your head in apology. Leaving you on the floor, he shook his head in apology once more as he revved his chainsaw and ran away from you. Claudette was by your side a minute later, a med kit snug in her grasp. Popping open the red container, she started by rubbing a disinfectant over your wounds. "I didn't know he'd come after you," She spoke softly, wrapping your wounds tightly as you hiss in pain.

"I have—Ow! To get used to this pain if I plan—Oww! On surviving," You speak through locked teeth. Claudette hums in response as your able to stand once again, your wounds had magically disappeared and you felt new again. "Trust me, the hooks are much worse," She warns as you follow behind her quickly. She then explains the do's and do not's of going against the killer. "You know a lot about him, Claudette—I don't know whenever to take that as a good thing or a bad thing," You coo teasingly as she blushes.

"He's just a kind person at heart, even if he looks drastically different from us—he's still a human being," Claudette speaks, her voice having an undertone of sorrow and pity. Your hand finds her shoulder as you give her a smile. "He deserves respect regardless of his appearance—very well said, Claudette," You praise, her face churning in happiness. The trial didn't last that much longer after that, Nea being Memento Mori'd because she lingered too long in the trial after the gates were open and everyone being hooked at least once.

Being enveloped in the darkness as you ran from the exit gates, you were dropped into the killer camp once again. There were less killers than before, most likely in trials as you has been moments ago. Herman Carter sat in a proper chair—which was odd considering the fact of it being a campsite. His white irises caught yours as the tight mouth guards came loose to fall to the sides of his face. Curious of the mysterious man, you crept to him as he slipped a pair of slightly cracked reading glasses to his nose.

"Little minx, it's been a short while. How was your trial? Get hooked for the first time?" His voice struck bells of whiskey and honey as he spoke, groveling at each word that slipped from his chocolate lips. You shrug at his first question and nod to his second, the journal still hooked to your hip. A smile played on his lips as he examined you and psychologically analyzed you—you were different, he figured. The Entity was picky with her choices in survivors and killers, and the fact that a survivor was so able to mingle with the killers after trials if they willed it was fascinating.

"What make you different?" He asks, his finger under your chin as you closed your eyes. You trusted him by will and heart, even though your mind was sending you different signals. To follow your heart or to follow your brain? Shaking your head to yourself, you settle on a log not too far from Bubba (his nickname) as he polishes his chainsaw. You decided to crack open the journal and begin to read, fingers following the words as you looked over them.

❝19 October - The Night

It is impossible to describe the horrifying scenes I have witnessed... death and misery, in every shape of terror, rule this place. I can no longer recall how I have come to this place. All I remember is the opaque, milky fumes of opium in the murky den hazing a sweet, welcoming abyss. I awoke to dreadful screams in this endless night, at the feet an old tree that leaked foul-smelling fluids. I know not how to reach those poor souls, nor do I want to. Keeping a record is all I can do to make sense of it.❞

Closing the journal, hands wrapped around your eyes as you stiffened. The familiar purr of Phillip eased your still frame. Sitting down next to you, you lay your head against his shoulder as you ease to sleep. When you awoke in your dream, your world was black—pitch black but enough to make sure it wasn't too dark, more like a grayish black than midnight. A voice called out to you in the darkness, it's voice layered in thick whispers.

Hello, Little Lamb

#dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight wraith #dead by daylight #phillip ojomo x reader #lost girls lullaby series #fanfiction #fanfic #fic

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abbygkane · 7 years

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Kabby + "why didn't you tell me?"

Here you go dear! It’s not really fluffy, more angsty. Imagine it taking place in 3x09, what if Abby had visited Marcus while he was locked up with the rest?

I did it to protect you

Marcus is dozing off when he suddenly feels Sinclair elbowing him in his side. Jerking wide awake, he’s about to snap something at the engineer when the man quickly shakes his head.

“Abby’s here”, Sinclair softly murmurs, deliberately keeping his voice down as not to disturb the others in the cell.

At the mention of Abby’s name, Marcus freezes before hesitantly lifting his head towards the cell door and there she is, standing with her arms crossed, glaring at him.

“Good luck”, Sinclair whispers as Marcus rises from the ground and he can’t suppress the slight grimace that appears on his face.

Crossing the room with a feeling of trepidation, he wonders how she even managed to get in here. Pike had increased the guards so that nobody would be able to sneak in. But then again, it wouldn’t be the first time that the man had underestimated Abby, her stubbornness or the respect people had for her. Marcus knew better than anyone that if Abby put her mind to something, she’d do anything to make sure it happened. He gets his answer when he notices who’s on guard. Nathan and Harper, of course, he contemplates with a tiny smile, even though he can’t help but worry about the risk the three of them are taking by even being here.

As Marcus stops in front of the gauze, he quickly lets his eyes flicker over the woman in front of him, just to make sure that she’s physically alright. His jaw clenches at the sight of the redness of her eyes and he deliberately doesn’t linger on them because if he does, it’ll break him.

“You shouldn’t be here Abby. It’s not safe for y-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, she snaps, cutting him off, and he can sense the anger radiating from her small form.

“Abby”, he sighs, even though he’s not surprised.

Her anger was the be expected, besides anger he can work with. He has dealt with an angry Abby enough times in the past. It’s the look of heartbreak in her eyes that he can’t handle.

“No. You don’t get to Abby me, Marcus! You’re going to be executed tomorrow. So the least you can do is tell me the truth. So I ask you again, why didn’t you tell me?”, she counters, trying her best to keep her voice calm, aware that they’re not alone but he can hear that she’s furious.

“The less people knew, the better”, is the only justification he can give for his actions and even he realises how weak it sounds.

“Bullshit”, Abby hisses, “And since when am I, people?”

“Abby, please listen. I didn’t m-”

“No, you listen”, she interrupts, her voice audible shaking with anger, “Do you know how I found out? I walked into medical this morning and Jackson rushed over, asking me if I was alright. Telling me that it wasn’t right! He assumed I knew. So you can imagine the shock on his face when he realised I didn’t know. I didn’t –”, she lets out a shaky breath, trying her best not to fall apart and the sight simply breaks his heart.

“I just couldn’t believe it. I went to see Pike, demanding him to reconsider, that this wasn’t the way we dealt with things but he didn’t listen. Said he had made up his mind and nothing I did or say would change that”, she recollects, eyes narrowing at the mention of Pike.

“I didn’t tell you because you’re too important Abby”, Marcus tries again, “People look up to you, they’ll need you to-”

“You’re still lying Marcus. Stop. Lying.”, Abby insists, her voice raising and from the corner of his eye, he can see Nathan throwing them a worried look.

“What happened to the man who believed in the truth and telling people what needed to be said? ‘Cause I remember you didn’t have an issue with being bluntly honest on the Ark”, she lashes out, a look of regret flashes through her eyes when Marcus flinches at the remember of the kind of man he was while on the Ark.

“I didn’t mean –”, she softly whispers, but now it’s his time to interrupt her. He doesn’t know how long she’s been here, but he does know that whatever time they have left, it’s running out.

“I know you didn’t Abby, but I am telling the truth”, Marcus replies, even though he has to avert his gaze, unable to look her in the eyes.

“You’re vital to our people Abby. Besides, think of what it would have done to Clarke if something had happened to you. I did what was best for everyone”

At the mention of her daughter’s name, she straightens her back and lifts her chin defiantly, “The best for everyone except me”.

When she receives a confused look, Abby’s quick to elaborate, “You explained that keeping me in the dark about the plan was the best solution for our people, for Clarke, but you didn’t consider how I felt”

“Did it ever occur to you that you’re important too? That I might need you?“, she asks, her voice wavering as tears swell in her eyes, making his gut clench with guilt and his fingers twitch. He has the sudden urge to reach out and wipe those tears of her cheeks.

“I-”, he stammers, unable to form a reply. How was he supposed to answer without falling apart?

“Abby”, Nathan calls out, “We’re running out of time”

Nathan’s interruption brings Marcus back to the present and reminds him of the situation they’re in and what’s waiting for him in the morning. It suddenly becomes clear that this might be it, this might be the last time he’ll ever see her, and the thought hits him like a ton of bricks. He doesn’t care that they aren’t alone, doesn’t care that he can feel the stares of several people, all he knows is that there’s too much distance between them. Taking a step closer, Marcus presses his hands against the metal separating them. After a couple of seconds of painful silence, Abby eventually presses her hands against his.

“You want the truth?”, he softly whispers, curling his thumb around an opening so he can caress her skin.

Abby simply nods, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

“Alright”, he states, clearing his throat, “The reason I didn’t tell you is because I couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you. That’s why I didn’t tell you about the plan Abby. Because I knew that if you were a part of it, you could have ended up here too, and I didn’t want that. After I gave the order to shock lash you all those months ago, I made a vow to myself that I would never again be personally responsible for you getting hurt”, he explains, praying that she’ll understand his reasoning.

After a heartbeat, Abby lets out a mirthless chuckle, “Well, looks like you failed Marcus. Because I am hurting. My pain may not be physical, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there”

“Abby, we have to go”, Nathan announces, “We only have a couple of minutes our shift ends and the new guards come”

She turns her head to give the young man a nod before turning her attention back to him.

“Abby”, Marcus pleads, willing her to understand, to realise that she was too important to him to risk her safety, but she simply shakes her head and tears are streaming down her cheeks.

“I’ll get you out of here”, she promises her voice firm and determined as she lets her hands fall down while taking a step back.

“You’ll be punished too. Please don’t do this”, he begs, even though he knows that by simply taking in the look on her face it’s a futile plea.

“I’ll get you out of here”, she repeats before walking towards Nathan and Harper.

Marcus can feel tears burning in his eyes as he watches her leave, and for a second he hopes she’ll turn around, but then she’s gone and he’s staring at a closed door. He clenches his fingers around the metal gauze, closing his eyes to prevent the tears from escaping. Turning around, he can feel both Sinclair and Lincoln staring at him, but he refuses to acknowledge either of them. He merely takes his former place and closes his eyes, hoping that they’ll leave him alone.

#kabby ff #kabby #the 100 #marcus kane #abby griffin #skyparents #kabbysource #kabbyfam #kabbytrash #kabbykru #otp let's call it hope

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