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luveline · 4 months

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Would you ever explore Christmas/new years in the June baby universe? I know Eddie would love to spoil

“It's okay,” you whisper, putting your finger over your lips. “Just don't shout.”

Junie peaks over your shoulder at the couch. “But Eddie–” she says.

You cut her off. “Shh, shh. He's sleeping. Can you whisper?”

“I love Eddie,” Junie says.

She's been mixing up ‘love’ and ‘miss’ lately, but you've no doubt she loves him. “I know,” you say. “But he's tired, babe. He's been working lots and lots. So let's wait for him to wake up, okay?”

You glance at Eddie on the couch behind you. He's knocked out hard, the breath of his exhales ruffling the messy hair caught under his chin. He gave you a heart attack and a half when you walked into the living room that morning, not expecting him to be there on your couch. He has a key for a reason, but that reason is to climb into bed with you when you're already sleeping.

He must've come to bed and found Junie in his place. Poor guy. You swoop the unhappy bed stealer into your arms, her soft pyjamas slippery on your naked shoulder. You're about to tell her, Let's get changed, my love, but there's no point. There's nowhere to go, and no one to impress. Eddie will adore you in your slept in tank top and your sweatpants, and he'll bathe Junie in compliments when he sees her messy hair and spotty pyjamas. It's just the way he is.

“What do you want for breakfast?” you ask.

Junie leans back in your arms and grins. “O'meal.”

“Yeah. With…”

“Peanu’ buwer.”

You snort. “You didn't even try! Where's all your t's gone?” She giggles. A few months ago you'd say that the sound of your voice would be enough to get her laughing, but there's a good chance she understands at least a little of what you're saying now. Babies understand more than they let on. “Peanut butter.”

“Peanut buwer?”

“Close enough.”

“What's Eddie's breakfas’?”

“I'll make him something when he wakes up, baby.” You kiss the top of her head and help her down into her highchair. “You want some juice?”

You fill a sippy cup with juice and water and start on the oatmeal. The water bowls and bubbles as the gas hisses quietly, while Junie mumbles and eventually says, through gibberish, “Can have a kiss, mom?”

“Another one!” You sidle up to her high chair, meeting her eyes with a big, silly smile. “You want another kiss? You know, tonight, we have to have our New Year's kiss. You'll probably be sleeping, but I always kiss you anyway.” You rub her cheek. She pouts for kisses.

She's giggling in your hands when the couch springs squeak and stir. Eddie clears his throat, groans, his feet thudding on the floor as he must turn and sit.

“Huh! You hear that?” you ask in an urgent whisper.

“Eddie!” she shouts, lifting her arms. “Eddie's ‘wake!”

“I'm coming, June!” he shouts back hoarsely. “Just as soon as I can see,” he adds, quieter.

Junie starts whining to be helped out of the chair. “He's coming, babe, two seconds,” you say, moving out of the way as Eddie walks stiffly into the kitchenette. It's a short distance, and in that time, he plasters over the grimace of somebody who worked a sixteen hour shift with a smile you can't believe he'd wear, the same sort of one you'd have picking Junie up from daycare, that missed-your-kid relief and amusement mixed into one. “See, there he is!”

“Sweetheart,” he says, slipping his hands under her arms and pulling her up.

“Miss you!” she says, trying to grab his face.

His smile downturns. “You did?”

You wipe the sleep from your eyes. “I missed you too, if that counts.”

Eddie hugs Junie close to his chest with one arm and opens the other toward you. He seems younger when he first wakes, but his eyes don't change. From the moment you met, he's carried this honesty about him that lines his eyes. He doesn't hide who he is anymore, not an inch, including the way he feels about you. “It counts,” he says, sliding his arm over your shoulder. “I'm hugging you ‘cos I don't know what mess I'm in. But I owe you a kiss, yeah? Happy New Year's Eve, sweetheart.”

“You're in a huge mess.”

“Really? Scary looking?”

You press your fingers to his waist, hoping your touch conveys the opposite of your mouth, “Horrifying.”

He's carrying the stiffness of long hours in his legs as he sits awkwardly at the table. Junie still has her hands on his face, gazing at him like he's a wonder. Eddie grins at her and turns his face, pretending to take a bite of her fingers.

“No!” she says. “Mom has oatmeal!”

At least her Ts are back.

You lean on his chair as the oatmeal warms, brushing your fingers through his hair. He makes a show of eating Junie’s fingers until there's none left, but somewhere in it his head lists back toward you.

“You okay?” you ask.

He pats Junie’s back. “Pain in my shoulders again.”

“I have aspirin?”

“In a bit.” He tips his head back completely. “You alright?”

“I'm fine.”

“Yeah?” He stares at you. “Well, you look more than alright.”

“Don't start.”

Eddie asks Junie to build them a castle to play in after breakfast and she slips off of his lap and races into the living room on bare feet, promising a “Good one, Eddie!”

He kicks a chair out for you. You have a few minutes until the oatmeal is in danger of burning, so you sit, and when he takes your hands you let him without protest.

“Sorry you ended up on the couch.”

Eddie shakes his head. He's looking at you funny. “It's okay. Just making sure it's comfortable for tonight's late night.”

“Are you sure you don't wanna go out?” you ask. He's been invited to a boatload of parties.

“And miss our first New Year's kiss? How else am I supposed to usher in the perfect year?”

You smile at the feeling of him rubbing your fingertips. “I promised the first one to June.”

“Ooh, that's tough. Guess I have no choice but to go out,” he says, bringing one of your hands up to kiss, then your forearm, “find some other beautiful girl to kiss.” His lips trail to the crook of your elbow. He pulls you forward. “Never find one as pretty as you, but–” He rubs his nose into the thin skin at the crook of your arm. You get goosebumps, and he tries valiantly to rub them away. “What's a guy to do?”

“You can have the second one.”

“It'll have to do,” he hums. He kisses all the way back down to your fingers. When Eddie straightens up, he's smiling contentedly, his dark eyes brimming with a tenderness you'd never seen meant for you until you met him. “You sure you're okay?”

You give in to a want unlike yourself and yank him forward for a kiss. He laughs into your mouth, and again at midnight when Junie's sleeping in your lap, a kazoo covered in spit fallen against her chest.

“Happy New Year,” he says, pinching your cheek playfully.

You kiss him again.

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bleedingoptimism · 7 months

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The Stray

part four

“What… are you doing?” Eddie asks him softly, afraid of the answer as if he can’t already tell.

Steve sniffs and looks at him with an apologetic smile, a single tear hanging off his long eyelashes.

“I talked to Robin. I told her the truth. She wants me to go live with her.”

Right. Robin. The best friend who lives across the fucking country while she’s finishing a master’s or something. The one Steve didn’t want to find out the truth because he didn’t want her to worry. The only family he has left. Eddie had talked with her once or twice on the phone, Steve told her they were roommates… She seemed nice. He kind of hates her now.

“You want to leave.” He doesn't mean to sound so intense but he can’t help himself. His whole world is turning on its axis. Just like that first morning when he got home to find Steve in his kitchen.

He hadn’t even thought of the kitchen as his in such a long time. It was theirs. Steve’s and Max’s and Eddie’s. Their kitchen.

Why would he leave?

“No!” Steve tells him taking a step closer and shaking his head, “No, but…” He crosses his arms around himself and does that little shrug of his, “It’s been months, Eddie! And I’m not any closer to finding a job or fending for myself! I can’t keep living off of you! Not when-” But he cuts himself and shakes his head again hugging himself harder.

“You are not! You are so much help! And you make us happy and money it’s not a problem-” Eddie tries to assure him.

“But it is! It is for me! I can’t-” Steve frowns at him and Eddie quickly lifts the notebook back from the floor and walks inside.

“What if I gave you a job?” He asks, a little desperate.

Steve's frown deepens as he looks confused at his notebook in Eddie’s hands, “What?”

“I- I’m sorry I found your notebook and I read your songs and they are so good Steve-” He grabs Steve’s hand and gives the notebook back, “Corrored Coffin could hire you as a songwriter! Or I could put you in contact with my agent and-”

Steve throws the notebook into his open bag and takes a step away from Eddie, he covers his face with his hands and moves them up to his hair, tugs on it. And Eddie fumbles in place because he doesn't know where he went wrong.

“So you- you and Max, you- help me and take care of me and give me support and a family, a ho- a home. And now you want to give me a job?! Eddie I- it’s too much. I can’t-” And whatever he was going to say gets lost behind his hands as he covers his face again, shoulders shaking and taking short intakes of air.

Eddie steps right back into Steve’s space and holds him by the shoulders, hands going up and down in a soothing motion, “Woah, puppy, yes, you can! Of course, you can! I’m not offering it, I’m asking you. I need you.”

Hiccuping, Steve slowly moves his hands away from his face, he blushes and his eyes search Eddie’s as he wipes his tears away pointlessly, since more keep falling nonstop.

“Why do you call me that?” He asks seemingly out of nowhere.

Eddie is so thrown back he chuckles, “You don’t mind, do you?” he asks, moving a strand of hair away from Steve’s eyes. He knows he doesn’t, he’s been calling him that for months, and Steve blushes and bites his lips like he’s holding back a whimper every. single. time. It drives Eddie insane. But he’s never asked him why before.

Steve shakes his head and bites his lip, “Why puppy?” he asks.

Maybe it’s not the confession he was hoping for, but still, Eddie tries to lay it all out there. Instead of answering why he calls him ‘puppy’, he answers why he’s in love with him.

“Because you are cute and kind and bubbly. Because your smile is so bright and sincere when you see us, you make coming home the best part of the day. Because your happiness is contagious, your hair is soft and wavy. Because you are bad at taking care of yourself and always put everyone else’s needs before your own. Because you sing like an angel and you are so pretty it makes me want to cry. Puppy.”

Steve blinks and Eddie caresses under his eye, wiping another tear away, “Not because I'm a stray?” Steve murmurs under his breath and before Eddie can answer, Steve grabs Eddie’s hands away from his face but moves a little closer and holds them between their chests.

He shakes his head with a little frown between his brows, “I lied, I do mind when you call me that. It makes me want to do stupid things.”

“Like what?” If he could move closer he would, but right now they are toe to toe.

“Like fall in love with you.” Steve says looking right into his eyes, “Like stay.”

“Fuck, Steve would you?” Eddie whines and lets go of their entwined hands to grab at Steve’s waist and pull him closer, “Would you stay?”

Steve keeps his hands over Eddie’s chest, one palm over his heart and there’s no doubt he can feel how hard his heart is beating right now, “Eddie, I don’t need-”

“I know you don’t, of course you don’t. But I want it.” Eddie interrupts him. And this is it. This is where he comes clean.

“I want you. I want to take care of you, to touch you, to make you feel good, to keep you close and safe. To give you things and stop you from working too hard and remind you when you haven't eaten all day or not to work out too much or forget to take your jacket when it’s cold. I want you to wear my jacket when it’s cold.”

Finally, Steve’s hands move from his pecs to his shoulders and he circles Eddie’s neck with his arms, the heat of his body warming Eddie from head to toe.

“That sounds like so much work. I’d be so needy,” he whispers shyly, a little unsure. But there’s a glint in his eyes, and Eddie knows he is already in.

“I want you needy,” Eddie says, his lips almost touching Steve’s, “I want to be what you need.”

Steve does whimper at that but he doesn’t move closer. He’s waiting for Eddie to kiss him first but Eddie needs to know. Needs to know if Steve’s still going to leave.

“Puppy, please. Stay.” He begs.

A whine and nod is all he needs.

fin

part 1: 🎸

part 2: 🐾

part 3: 📓

part 4: you are here!

coffee?☕🥐💕

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i wrote something #the stray #hope you liked it!

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24carathoney · 4 months

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Crimson Ties | C.SC | Chapter 1

Pairing: Vampire!Choi Seungcheol x Witch!FemReader

“Yes. Or in other words, you're his mate. The one he spends the rest of his life with.”

Summary: Follow Y/N as her world is flipped upside down when she discovers the truth about her bloodline.

Warnings: Fluff // Angst // Smut (later) // Violence // Blood // Character Death // Name Calling (Not the good kind) // Mingyu is a dick //

WC: 4.8k

Tonight was a night that you just wanted to be left alone. But your friends demanded that you come to hang out with them since it's been weeks since you've seen them. With work being a pain in the ass and your best friend Joshua being busy with promotions left and right, living the life of an idol, you couldn't say no. You had reluctantly agreed as Joshua would be in town for a couple of weeks. There was so much for the two of you to catch up on. You reached the bar in no time, not noticing the presence lurking from a distance. Your boots tapped against the wood floors as you walked inside with a wide grin when Joshua and Lillian came into view. The younger bartender, Rayven, greeted you with a soft smile and you sent her a wave. You quickly ran into Joshua's arms as he lifted you off the ground. “I missed you guys!” You beamed as you hugged Lillian after.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She laughed and you sighed. “Work has been so chaotic the past few weeks. Being promised promotions and then watching them give it to someone else.”

“What?!”

“Y/N what happened to dropping that bullshit ass job? You said you were done.” Lillian said and you nodded. “I know. But money has been tight and the checks look really nice.”

“The checks can be better if you apply some of that medical talent you have into a hospital or something.” She rolled her eyes at your reasoning and you opened your purse to fish out your phone.

“Well most places require you to have a diploma. Something I don’t possess. So, that won't work out well.” You gave a shrug, turning to the man next to you. “What about you Josh? How’s the idol life treating you?”

“It’s a change that's for sure. But my group is amazing. They’ve been with me through thick and thin. We got a new mv coming out soon so there’s that.” He gave a small smile and both you and Lillian gasped.

“A comeback? I’ll have to tune in when it drops. Maybe upload a little reaction video.” You joked and the three of you laughed. As the two continued to speak on the topic, your eyes shifted to the window where a man stood with his hands in his pockets. Staring directly at you. You put your attention back into the conversation trying to shake the uneasy feeling bubbling in your gut. After a couple minutes you checked back to the window and he was gone. Letting out a sigh of relief you went back to searching for your phone.

“Shit. I left my phone in the car. I'll be right back.” You stepped out into the street walking across to your car. Swiping the device off the front seat you shut the door, feeling a chill as the wind blew past you. You came to a halt as a figure stood across the street from you with their hands in their pockets.

“What you got going on tonight pretty?” He asked and you shrugged. “Hanging out with some friends. Been awhile.” You replied and he chuckled. “Why don't we have some fun first?” He had blocked your way inside and you shook your head nervously. “No thanks.” You went to push him but he grabbed your arm. His eyes flickered red and you immediately snatched your arm from his grasp and backed away to give you some space. You balled your hand into a fist as you cursed yourself for getting in this situation. Should've stayed inside with Lillian and Josh. The man in front of you gave a sinister grin as his sharp canines peaked through his lips. “It won't hurt to have dinner early.” You ducked as he rushed towards you with a snarl. He kicked your ankle from under you, laughing at your attempts to get away. Your adrenaline was rushing and you kicked him in his face, causing him to fall back with a grunt. You looked him dead in the eyes with anger in your form. You'd be damned if you died in an alleyway. You felt a light burn in the palm of your hands before seeing them turn purple. Your confusion had the man staring at you with wide eyes. “Spellcaster huh? Makes tonight's meal even better.” He brought his hand down and you covered your face, feeling a sharp sting run down your arm. His nails had sharpened and sliced your skin, letting your blood drip to the ground. He brought his hand up to his lips and licked the blood off his finger. You narrowed your eyes as he bared his teeth and you shuddered at how sharp they were. “What the fuck are you?”

“Doesn't matter. You won't live long enough to find out.” Before he could lunge at you again two arms wrapped around his neck before a sickening crack was heard. His body fell to the ground with a thud and you gasped at the sight. Not knowing if you should run or stay and thank the man. You stood to your feet and noticed your savior had a familiar haircut. “Shua?” You muttered and Joshua turned to you with fear in his eyes. “Y/N…I…..” You had so many questions running through your mind as he held up his hands to show you that you were safe. “You're hurt.” You took a deep breath as his eyes shimmered a gold hue.

“What was that? Who was that guy? You just killed him.” You asked, trying to catch your breath. Not missing the way Joshua never moved towards you. You hold your arm with a frown, staring down at the body on the ground as it slowly disintegrates right in front of you. “Joshua…”

“I can explain everything but I guarantee you won't believe me.” He quickly said and you scoffed. “A guy just tried to bite my head off. Try me.” Boy if you knew just how wrong you were. Joshua had just told you about how supernatural the world around you is. Witches, werewolves, shapeshifters. Oh and your best friend of 23 years is a vampire. You had to sit in one of the bar stools for a second as he explained everything while fixing the puff on your head. “I turned when I was 17. I see the world much differently than you do. My hearing is enhanced. I'm stronger than the average person. I don’t even have a steady heartbeat if I’m being honest.” He chuckled and you gave a small nod.

“So you drink blood? From people?” you asked in a low voice and he shook his head. “Only once, years ago. Essentially to keep me alive at the time but I survive off of animal blood, even some human food. Wish I could say the same for my coven brothers though.” He gave a small smile but you could see the sadness behind his eyes. “How many of you are there?” He looked back up at you surprised you even asked and sat the gauze down. “Thirteen.” You nodded, rubbing your now bandaged arm. “Your idol group? I'm assuming.” He gave a short nod.

“That man or whatever he was. He called me a spellcaster. What does that mean?” You asked and he frowned.

“Spellcaster? Did you fight back?” Lillian suddenly asked and your brows furrowed. She didn’t sound as surprised as you were. What else are they not telling you?

“Not much. But I was just….angry instead of scared. My skin felt like it was on fire and the palms of my hands…..they turned dark. Black almost. Why?” Joshua gave a small nod as he held your hands. You shivered at how cold they were and he let out a long sigh as he let go.

“Your powers are starting to awaken. You may not remember but, your grandmother and great grandmother also had certain abilities. They did their best to keep you in the dark. Even in death.” He mumbled the last part leaving you in silence. “Come on. We can all hang out at Lillian’s place. Talk more about this.” He reached for your hand and before you could stop yourself, you snatched your hand away. Sadness swam in his dark orbs as you felt your heart rate quicken. “Y/N I know this is a lot but you have to believe me.”

“How long have you known? About me I mean?” You asked and his gaze fell to the floor before answering in a small voice. “Since your grandmother died.” You let out a scoff as your eyes watered and Joshua was starting to panic a little.

“I do believe you, Shua. I just…..I need to walk.” You said quickly, grabbing your purse and dashing out the door. Joshua tried to go after you but Lillian grabbed his arm. “Let her go. She has to get her thoughts together. She'll be okay.” She retorted and Joshua swallowed his worries.

You walked and walked. Not even realizing how far out you walked. You finally looked up to an empty street. “Fuck.” You wrapped your hands around your body as the leaves crunched under your feet. Scared. Confused. Alone. It was stupid of you to come out here by yourself. But you were overwhelmed with so many emotions, you didn't know what else to do. The distinct sound of a twig snapping nearby made you jump and you quickly scanned your surroundings. You saw no one but couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching you. You picked a direction and began walking before a voice cut through you like a hot knife. “It's dangerous out here for a girl like you.” You turned to see a man in a suit. His hand nestled in his pants pockets as he eyed you down.

“A man like you shouldn't sneak up on people.” He chuckled at your response before leaning against a fence.

“Well you seemed to be tangled up in your own thoughts. Would've been rude to just tap you on your shoulder. Had you been paying attention, you would've heard me coming.” He stared at you as you bit the inside of your cheek. “You're pretty far out from home don't you think.” His words struck a nerve and you slowly backed away from him. Trying to give yourself some distance.

“I'm quite capable of handling myself.” You said and he laughed. “You sure about that little one?” Something about the man made you uneasy as you fumbled with the bracelet in your pocket, that slowly got warmer. You turned to see a back road behind you and went to tell him you'd be on your way but when you looked back at him, he was gone. That was until a deep voice muttered in your ear. “Boo.” You jumped back as the man was now next to you with his jacket over his shoulder. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you.”

“How did you-”

“You're not that great at paying attention.” He smirked and you nearly missed the way his canines sharpened. Memories of his face began to rush to you as you thought about Joshua. You remember when he mentioned his coven brothers and the realization hit you like a freight train as the picture suddenly became clear. “I know you.” Your voice trembled as he raised an eyebrow with a grin.

“Do you know me? Who am I?”

“You're Kim Mingyu. Part of that one group. Seventeen is it?” You asked, backing away. He threw his head back letting out a loud laugh. “Aww a fan. I'm touched.”

“Don't flatter yourself. Shouldn't you be at a dance practice or something?” You said with as much confidence you could muster up. He remained silent but had a smirk on his lips. Your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest and you turned on your heels to run. He made no move to chase you but instead stood with his head back laughing at you. Before you knew it he was in front of you, grabbing hold of your wrist. He let go as if he had been burned and on instinct you forced him away, purple energy flowing to your palm. His body flew into a nearby house and you stood confused as you stared down at your hand. Fingers tingling from whatever the hell it was you just did. Breaking from your thoughts his gaze snapped to yours before you ran again. This time making it to a familiar street and turning to check if he followed. But there was no one. The wind blew your hair into your face and you stared off into the distance. His presence was gone.

“Y/N! Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” A voice called out and you turned to see Lillian and Joshua. You sighed as you made your way to them with your arms around your body. You planned to remain silent about your run in with Mingyu but Joshua already had his eyes set in the direction you just came from. You followed his gaze and saw the man you encountered. “Go inside. Lock the door and don’t let anyone in if it isn’t me.” Before you could ask questions he made his way down the street and Lillian dragged you into the house. Joshua held a scowl as Mingyu carelessly leaned against the light pole, dusting off his shirt. “What did you do?”

“Me? I didn't do anything. We were having a pleasant conversation. Then your little witch attacked me. Does Seungcheol hyung know you're hiding her?” He smirked and Joshsua balled his fist. “A vampire being friends with a witch is unheard of.”

“I'm not hiding her. She didn't know anything about the supernatural. Barely even believed it. You showing up probably awakened her abilities she didn't even know she had.” Josh sneered and he shrugged.

“She knows enough, Josh. She knows about us. But you know that.” Another voice cut in and the man snapped his head to see Seungkwan standing with his hands in his pockets. “He isn't going to let that slide. She could expose us.”

“She won't.”

“And how do you know?” Joshua froze at the sound of Jeonghan's icy voice before looking past Mingyu at the blonde. “She could open her mouth. Not saying people would believe her but still. If it was Seungcheol instead of Mingyu, your little witch would've been killed out there. But you know that. I have to do my duty as second in command to report this to him. He'll have her head.”

“She's no threat to us.” Joshua couldn't find the words to say as challenging Jeonghan would be suicide. “We'll see about that.” Jeonghan held a sadistic smirk that made Joshua's body run cold.

“See about what?” Another voice cut into the conversation and Joshua swore his vampire blood ran cold. He turned just as Seungcheol arrived with the rest of the coven and shut his eyes with a sigh. “What will we see about?” Everyone remained quiet and Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at his coven's silence. “I won't ask again.”

“Go ahead, tell him Joshua.” Joshua locked eyes with his coven leader and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

You’d been sitting there in silence for half an hour and you couldn’t help but think about Josh. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? What of Mingyu? The thoughts became unbearable and you stood to your feet, heading over to the window. Glancing out past the curtains into the empty street. There was nothing. No one. “He should've been back by now.” You muttered walking to the door as Lillian ran a hand through her hair. “Don't even think about it. We stay put like he said.” You turned to face her and noticed her mixing different spices she had in her cabinet. “How can you be cooking at a time like this?”

“I'm not. I'm brewing a protection spell.” She answered and you frowned. “Spell? As in a witch spell?”

“Y/N there's still so much you have to learn.” She started and you felt your eyes water. She gave a small sigh as she finished the concoction and hung it over the door. “You and I come from a long line of witches. As Joshua told you earlier, your great grandmother and grandmother were witches as well. Some excelled in spellcasting while others were able to master healing magic. You seem to have both as I noticed the burns immediately heal from your power. Which is extremely rare and with everyone keeping you in the dark, you never learned how to use them. Have you ever been able to lift something with a wave of your hand? Pushing things, pulling things? With your mind.” As she explained everything started to become clearer. You had always thought that it was your mind playing tricks on you. But now it all makes sense. Too much sense. “I'm going to enchant the house. You should get some rest. I do understand it's a lot to take in.”

“But Josh…” She held your shoulders as she led you to the couch. “I'll be on the lookout for him. Now go rest.” She gave your hair a small pat and you had tried your best to stay awake. Watching Lillian carry around a glass throughout the house before your eyes fluttered closed.

Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran as fast as you could carry yourself. Everywhere you looked he was there. A man with dark hair and blood red eyes. His chuckle echoed through the forest surrounding you as you tried to catch your breath. But no matter how far you got he always seemed to be two steps ahead. You backed up into a body and turned to find him smirking down at you. He raised an eyebrow before his head shot out and wrapped around your throat. Leaning close to your ear you felt him smirk against your skin. “You should know little one, I love when they run.”

You shot up off the couch covered in sweat, noticing you're still in Lillian’s house. She sat on the other couch with a dagger in her hand. She rushed to your side upon noticing your distraught breathing. “You're okay. It was just a dream.” She mumbled rubbing your arms. You brought your hand to your face with a sigh. “What time is it?”

“11:30 I'm about to make breakfast. Joshua should be back tonight. Go wash up.” She said before you go up to head to the bathroom. You shut the door and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your brown eyes were puffy and your curls disheveled. But your wide eyed gaze went down to your neck. Where a dark bruise started to form along your skin. Right where his hand had been. You took a quick shower and walked past the kitchen. “I have to grab some things from home. I'll be back in a bit.” You closed the door before she could say anything else and made a dash down the empty sidewalk. Your mind was occupied with everything you've been told floating around like fish. Not even paying attention to the world around you. A hand pressed over your lips and you thrashed as you were dragged behind an abandoned house. The person let go and you scoffed, looking up at Joshua.

“You can't just ask me to talk like a normal person?!” You shouted and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“I was worried sick!”

“I know. I know. Y/N there’s more you have to know. With you being a witch and all. I just needed to tell you to watch your back out here. There's more covens out there than just us.” He told you and you felt your stomach drop. “Once others get word of a witch in the area, you'll be a target. So you have to keep it a secret. No one but Lillian can know about…….”

He paused his sentence and looked at you with sad eyes. “You need to get out of here.”

“Josh wha…”

“But we just got here. She shouldn't leave now.” You looked over Joshua's shoulder as four figures stood around the two of you. Lee Jihoon, Jeon Wonwoo, Kwon Soonyoung and Kim Mingyu. You recognized them as some of his group mates. Wonwoo placed a hand on the back of Joshua's neck causing him to fall to his knees with his eyes closed. “You've done enough.” A low voice said in his ear as he was pulled away from you before you could grab onto him. You found yourself rooted to the ground as the four of them had you surrounded. “You seem scared little dove. We don't bite.”

“Hard.” Jihoon grinned as you felt a wall behind you. You had no choice but to fight. Again. You moved to defend yourself but Soonyoung was already behind you, Pinning your hands behind your back. You hissed in pain as his grip tightened the more you struggled. “Soonyoung is the fastest out of all of us. You won't even get a spell off with him here.” You brought your hand up to his wrist and squeezed, causing him to shout in pain as searing heat emitted from your palm. Mingyu took the chance to kick your leg from under you but you turned in time to deflect with your own kick. It won't do much damage but it will give you distance. Soonyoung dashed towards you and you pulled a hidden dagger from your boot, swinging in time to cut his cheek. He brought a hand up to wipe the cut as his eyes flickered a dark crimson color before rushing at you at full speed. You felt your fear spike and crouched a small barrier appearing before you. You forced Soonyoung away from you before the man relaxed into a carefree stance. You grew confused until his eyes locked behind you and Mingyu rubbed a hand under his chin.

“You're in trouble now girl.” You suddenly felt a presence behind you and quickly threw up a barrier before a fist collided with the purple aura. The man immediately threw another punch without giving you time to recover, shattering the barrier before you and wrapping a hand around your throat. “Let go!” You pleaded but your words fell on deaf ears as you were lifted off your feet and closer to the man. Your vision blurred as he tossed you into the wall. You back stung as you coughed trying to catch your breath. Before you could react he grabbed a fist full of your hair, his fingers tangled in your curls while bearing his teeth at you. Your eyes clenched shut at the sting surging through your scalp. Mingyu chuckled at your struggle as you clawed at the hand in your hair. When your eyes shot open you were met with a dark crimson iris staring down at you. He lifted your head to catch your unfocused brown eyes and his grip loosened. You missed how his expression softened for a split second as he dropped you to the floor. You went into a coughing fit as the others watched on with confused stares. Jeonghan stood in the alleyway as he exchanged a knowing look with the woman next to him.

“Everyone back to the dorm, we’ll hunt tomorrow night.” Jeonghan said abruptly and all eyes flickered to his relaxed form.

“Come on Jeonghan, she cut me.” Soonyoung whined but the blonde was not impressed.

“None of you were supposed to be out here in the first place. Do not make me repeat myself.” One by one they all walked past you in silence as Jeonghan approached his leader. “You too Seungcheol.” He looked down at you one last time before walking away with his head down. The mysterious woman reached a hand out to you and you reluctantly accepted her help. She nodded to the blonde before he too left the area, leaving the two of you alone.

What the fuck was that? Why did he stop himself?

“Honesty I'm not quite sure.” She spoke as if she read your mind. “When it comes to the boys, Seungcheol isn't one to hesitate. He loves them as if they were his own and would do anything to keep them safe. That includes killing. Which brings up the million dollar question, why did he stop himself from killing you?” You stared up at her with confusion floating in your dark orbs trying to make sense of everything. “Anyway. I have a strong feeling they won't be bothering you anymore. But you should take Joshua's words into consideration. Watch your back out here.” With that she gave you a small smile as she turned her back and left the area, leaving you alone.

Back at the dorm Joshua felt all eyes on him. He had already tried to explain his story but Seungkwan and Mingyu were not having any of it. “She's a danger to all of us! We should've killed her when we had the chance.” Seungkwan’s words made Joshua wince and Mingyu laughed at his brother's anger.

“This is Joshua's fault. He should have never told her. I'll see to it that it's quick and painless.” Another voice spoke and Joshua looked over at Jun. “Like hell you will.”

“After all this you're still protecting her? For what?” Wonwoo questioned and Joshua sighed. “She's my best friend. She has been there with me through thick and thin. I'm not going to hurt her because she knows the truth.” He spoke quickly before Soonyoung cut in once more. “If she betrays you then what? You're putting us all in jeopardy for someone who doesn't even know what she's capable of.”

“What's the point when none of you are listening to me?” Joshua sighed and Mingyu stood to his feet. “Fuck what you have to say! I'm sick of you and your little --”

“ENOUGH.” Another voice boomed, silencing any debates and everyone turned to see Seungcheol taking a seat on a nearby stool suppressing his coughs. No one dared speak when their leader walked into the room. “This girl could potentially be a threat to us if she puts her mind to it. She could be dangerous. From here on out no one is going to go near her. Let the other covens deal with her. She lives out her life out there. We live out ours here.” Joshua froze as his coven leader's piercing eyes landed on him. “And I do mean no one. Unless any of you have an objection.”

To say you were on edge was the understatement of the century. You still have yet to see or hear from Joshua and it's been 3 days. Everyday you wake up in hopes that he would be downstairs while Lillian made breakfast. Running a hand through your hair you stalked downstairs with your mind made up not letting Lillian get her greeting out. “Hey how are….”

“I want to learn how to properly use my powers.” You said with slight determination as she sat down the bowl of biscuits on the table. “O-okay. I can teach you the basics but after breakfast. It won't do you any good on an empty stomach.” The next couple of hours weren't easy for you. You kept trying to lift random items Lillian placed in front of you with no luck. They would shake but never floated or moved. Lillian pointed her finger and gave you a slight shock every time you failed. “Ow! Would you stop that!”

“Not. Until. You. Get. It. Right.” After each word she sent another jolt through you and you clenched your jaw. “How do you think you'll help Joshua if you can't even do a simple exercise? Being one with the world of sorcery isn't for the weak Y/N.” You grew tired of her talking down on you and gave the space in front of you a forceful push out of pure frustration. The vase was thrown back into a tree, shattering into pieces upon impact and Lillian gave you a knowing smile. You stood in shock as you brought your hand to your face. “Is that all I can do?”

“Most likely not. But other abilities manifest based on situations. The basics is all I can teach you.” You looked down at your feet and she sighed. “Meditation is the key. You'll learn to open your eyes in the world of the supernatural. But you have to open your mind first.” She said and you raised an eyebrow. “Now you want to talk in riddles?” The training went on for a couple more hours and the sun was beginning to set. You wiped sweat from your forehead and leaned against the tree.

“This is only the beginning Y/N. What comes next won't be easy.”

“I know.”

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The Time Lords

The Master x Reader (Romantic) (Simm to Dhawan) (Platonic with Simm)

The Doctor & Reader (very platonic) (10-13)

Throughout the years, you get close to two very different Time Lords, what happens when they figure out the other?

You watched as The Master aggressively ate the rotisserie chicken you were saving for later. "That was for dinner, man."

"Shut up. I'm still hungry." The Master growled and looked up at you, his hands had started to tap in that four beat method, one you knew all to well.

You groaned and headed for your freezer. "You better pay me back for eating all my food! It's not like I hoard meat."

The Master tilted his head as he watched you walk around the kitchen, grabbing whatever meat items you could. He truly couldn't understand why you weren't scared of him, but again, you weren't scared of him on the Valiant either, even after everything he did to humanity. You stuck at his side, no matter what. You would stick at his side if he had anything to say about it.

The Doctor came to you a few days after The Master had taken off, his arms crossed as he tossed your house key back at you and you smiled, shoving it with the rest of your spare housekeys that you had made for the Time Lords. "Why are you giving me my key back? You planning on leaving?"

The Doctor shook his head, and that's when you noticed the gold shimmering up under his skin. You had been his last stop on his goodbye trip. "Wanted you to give the new me the next one."

You scoffed softly, the smile on your face dropping. "You'll find a spare one in that TARDIS of yours, Doctor. I'll see you in the next face okay?"

Of course, about a year or two later, The Doctor had come back, this time with a redhead and a man who looked like he did not want to be there. "Hold on Ponds. Let me just get the key in."

"Why are we breaking into someone's house anyway?" The redhead could be heard asking him before you opened the door and grinned at the bowtie wearing man.

"Let me guess, found my extra key?" You asked, looking up at The Doctor.

This time, however, you didn't expect to get lifted up in a hug and spun around, a kiss being pressed onto your head as a laugh bubbled out. "Okay! Okay!"

The Doctor let you rest back onto the floor and you held tightly onto him as the world spun, a grin you hadn't seen in years on his face. "Hey pinstripe. How long has it been for you?"

"The end of the world, literally." The Doctor said and you laughed again, knowing to take his words at their value.

"Of course, the world dying would get you to finally come back to me."

The Ponds stood still outside your door, and you turned to them. "Hi! Sorry for forgetting about you guys. He doesn't bring companions around much anymore."

The Doctor gave your arm a squeeze and you smiled at him. "Ah, okay. Should I give them keys too?"

"I mean you are the designated companion and time lord safe house." The Doctor said and you tilted your head softly.

"You might have a woman with big poufy hair show up. I gave her a key and your coordinates."

"Is it River again?"

The redhead sputtered a minute. "How do you know River?"

You got a mischievous look in your eyes that The Doctor definitely didn't like. "Spoilers, Pond."

The Master, well O, had started to show up after Bowtie had disappeared for a while. He needed help setting up an alias and wanted you as a good middle ground for him and the Doctor. "I am only setting you up with a Whatsapp, and then that's it, Master. I do not want to be in this scheme."

Of course time doesn't ever go linear for anyone who is friends with two time lords and a day later, The Master showed up on your doorstep, holding a key.

"Does he just keep giving those out? How is he getting more?" You asked running your hands over your face and The Master laughed softly.

"I have no clue poppet but.. I did snag it out of his pocket." The Master spoke and grabbed your hand. You recognized the outfit she was wearing.

"Why are you dressed like Mary Poppins had an evil daughter?" You asked and The Master stood there for a minute, a shocked look on her face.

"Now excuse me." The Time Lord said and you rose a brow.

"You are literally dressed like Mary Poppins but evil, Master."

The Master scrunched her face up and waved her hand in your face. "Its The Mistress, or for you, it can be Missy."

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Of course, Missy."

Of course, Bowtie had started showing up more, and then he just didn't and a teary eyed Amy Pond stood at your door and all you did was open your arms and was crushed into a hug by the woman and you just held her. "H-He's dead!"

"Oh no, he's not. Our Doctor doesn't die. He cheats death. He's done it a million times, Pond." You don't know when you picked up his nickname for her but it backfired and she started to sob even louder.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll keep you Pond's safe okay?"

O texted you one day, sending a photo of the cubes on the ground with a warning. 'Don't pick them up, love.'

You promptly ignored him and brought a singular one into your house, and sent a photo back. 'Make me, Master'

The texting between you and The Master picked up after that and suddenly you had a greying Doctor at your door, and he looked so upset. "What's wrong, Doctor?"

"How do you always know it's me?" He quietly asked and you opened your arms for him, just like you had done for so many of his past regenerations and his companions.

"Come here."

The Doctor hesitates and you close your arms. "Not a hugging face this time?"

He shook his head and you laughed softly. "Okay, grumpy. What do you want to do?

"An adventure?" He asked, it wasn't the first time he had asked you. It definitely wont be the last if you decline.

This time however, you reached a hand out. "Lets go run, Doctor."

Apparently running meant never going back home. Running meant seeing things you thought you were ready to see and running meant staying to comfort Clara and The Doctor when things got rough. Clara didn't show up at your door much but when she had, it was bad.

This time she showed up at your door in The TARDIS, eyes red and sniffling and all you had to do was open the door and she was collapsing in your arms. You knew what had happened, Missy had messaged you. Danny Pink was dead.

Missy had started to rile up The Doctor and you groaned. "He's married, robot!"

She twisted her head to look at you, starting to scan her eyes over you. "Are you in need of funeral services?"

You had recognized that look in her eyes and you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, for that grump you had pressed against the wall."

The Doctor watched as you and MISSI tossed flirts back and forth. "You know she's just a robot right?"

You rolled your eyes again. "And yet didn't you have an android boyfriend, Doctor? I could have a robot girlfriend."

"Not one that looks like Mary Poppins."

You couldn't stifle the snort that aggressively left your throat as you finally started to laugh at the absurdness of the situation. You had rubbed off on the Time Lord and Missy finally called for Chang.

Chang had started to crumble under the weight of acting so quickly when the bodies started to turn into Cybermen. You leaned against the wall, looking between everyone as The Doctor started to scramble. He looked at you and held his hand out and you rushed to follow him, Missy sending you a wink.

Cybermen had started to pour out of the building and you just watched. Missy had used the handle of her umbrella to pull your wrist away from the panicking Doctor. "Sorry, pet. Gotta keep up appearances."

You rolled your eyes as she held something phone shaped to your head. "Take me on a date first, Missy."

She hummed and pressed a kiss onto your cheek, leaving a print of her lipstick there. "Only if you ask nicely."

You recognized Osgood from a mile away and smiled at her scarf. Missy looked absolutely upset at being asked for a picture as The Doctor watched. You were roughly pulled from Missy's grip by him when the UNIT soldiers started to come up.

You had to ignore the mass amounts of messages you had started to get, your phone was blowing up with messages from O and you had to ignore them. You knew he was only acting worried, he knew what happens, if your assumptions were correct.

The Doctor looked at you and scanned you. "Are you okay?"

You smiled and squeezed his hand. "Of course, Doctor. Who else could have a weapon pressed to their head and be fine?"

He rose a brow and huffed softly. "Literally no one, are you sure your fine?"

"A make up wipe would be nice."

Missy waved a hand. "Front pocket, Love."

The UNIT soldiers watched as you reached into her front pocket through her skirts and pulled the wipes out. "Thanks, Mary Poppins."

She huffed as Clara came over to help you wipe off the lipstick and it just wouldn't come off. "You have to say the magic words, poppet."

You groaned, and all your acting fell apart. "Oh come on, Missy! Just let me wipe your lipstick off this time."

"Only for my favorite human!" The Time Lady snapped her fingers and you swiped the wipe over her lipstick mark and removed it.

The Doctor watched, his brows furring as you went to shove the wipes back into Missy's pocket. His hand reached out and stopped you from moving. "You know her."

You shrugged. "She's just pretty! Who else can say they flirted with an evil time Lord?"

"No, you asked her to let you wipe off her lipstick again." The Doctor pressed and you looked over to Missy.

You mouthed a sorry before looking back at The Doctor. "I am the Time Lord and Companion safe house, Doctor. You didn't specify which Time Lords."

The Doctor dropped his grip on you so quickly and you crossed your arms. "Well, this is the last I'll be seeing of this face, I can tell."

You turned to Kate, a smile on your face for the woman. "Can I get a ride home? I doubt Angry Brows over there will give me a ride home right now."

Missy huffed. "If he cared for you so little, then why does he still show up at your doors?"

You rolled your eyes and looked at her. "Because I'm the only one, aside from himself, you, and UNIT, that knows everything."

Kate looked between you and Missy and finally asked. "Who is she?"

You and Missy spoke in unison.

"She's the queen of evil."

"Queen of evil."

Of course you weren't allowed to go back home, or at least back to the TARDIS. You were sat in the presidential airplane and The Doctor looked at you. "How long have you had her in your house?"

You scoffed. "You think I had her living with me? She found her own place, or TARDIS to live. You're the one who let her steal your key!"

He groaned and shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling around for the key to your house and then held it up. "No I didn't."

You groaned and let your head drop to the table. "Time is never ever linear between the two of you, I swear!"

Your phone buzzed and you finally pulled it out of your pocket and you looked up at The Doctor after reading the text. You quickly clicked your phone off and stood up. "I need to talk to Missy."

"No. You are going to stay here." The Doctor ordered and you stilled for a moment.

"I'm not a companion, Doctor. I'm not under your duty of care." You snapped and headed for where they were holding Missy and The TARDIS. You knew Osgood was dead, at least one of the Osgood's at least.

You never expected Clara to show up your front door, and one look at her eyes told you everything. "Your dead, aren't you?"

"How'd you know?" She asked as she stepped in.

"Because he showed up. He kept asking about you. It broke my heart, Clars. I'm gonna miss you." You said, pulling out her regular drink choices and stopped when someone stepped in behind Clara.

"Sorry, Time Lords and Companion's only. I don't supply much for anyone else except for myself." You still had everyone's food choices in your fridge, time was never linear with anyone who traveled with The Doctor, so you kept buying food that you knew probably wouldn't get eaten.

You were in the middle of reading a book when you heard the TARDIS and you groaned, you turned to look at the box appearing in the corner. "Do you have to always park inside the house? I made you a designated parking spot outside!"

You watched as a greying man stepped out and your face scrunched. "Uhm, Hello! You do not give the vibe of The Doctor."

"Someone who gets it!" The man shouted back into the box.

"I knew they would!" A woman shouted back and you groaned.

"Doctor! Come on out!" You got up and placed your book to the side.

A blond haired woman stepped out, her hands in her pockets and she spun. "What do ya think?"

You smiled. "You got the upgrade Missy was talking about!"

"Yeah.. You aren't confused?" The Doctor asked and you laughed a small bit.

"Your always going to be The Doctor! It doesn't matter what your body presents, your always my favorite Doctor." You smiled even wider and held your arms out.

"First hug?" You asked.

The Doctor rushed toward you and you practically crushed each other in a hug. You missed The Doctor's hugs, sure you had one a couple of days ago but this was a completely new face hug. You loved a completely new face hug.

The rest of the people come flooding out of The TARDIS and you looked over at them. You pointed over to your bowl of keys. "Take one, all of you."

You pulled back, turning to look at The Doctor. Your face dropped at the look on her face. "I am not housing all of them, I housed the Ponds and Clara!"

The Doctor shook her head. "Not about The Fam-"

"I thought we agreed to not use that!" The group said in unison and you laughed.

"Can I get names real quick, of this group?" You asked, gesturing to them.

The Doctor quickly introduced you to Yaz, (cause the two of you were friends now) Ryan, and Graham. You looked back toward The Doctor who grabbed your hand. "Doctor, what's wrong?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Just uhm, Missy's dead." The Doctor said and you nodded.

"Okay, yeah. She'll show up eventually. New face, like you. She always has in the past."

"The ship exploded. She's gone, gone. I don't think she had a way off."

"Oh, okay. Well, uh.. Who wants drinks? Not alcohol but drinks none the less."

You avoided the look The Doctor was giving you and focused on Yaz, Ryan, and Graham. "If you just got stuff off The TARDIS, thats okay. I'm the designated Time Lord and Companion safe house, if any of you are in danger, have no housing, anything really.. I am your person. I have a list of foods you guys can add onto and I'll get it."

Graham gave you a sad look. "You were with this Missy, weren't you?"

You shrugged. "Situationship. She was mine but I don't think I'd ever fully be hers, we weren't exclusive but she was mine."

You nodded a little bit, reassuring yourself and you felt your phone buzz and you held your hand up, pulling your phone out and looking at the text O sent you. The Doctor always had a habit of peeking over shoulders and looked at the contact name. "You know O?"

You whipped to look at her so quickly. "Yeah, old friend."

Your TV lit up with the faces of Graham, Yaz, and Ryan labelling them as wanted criminals and you quickly dialed The Doctor. "I need you to pick up! Pick up!"

The call went to voicemail and you quickly dialed O. The Time Lord picked up instantly. "Hello Love, I see you saw my work with your friends."

"What did you do? O, I need to know." You demanded and you looked up when the front door was tossed open.

The Master grinned at you, tapping on the smartphone to end the call as he stalked over. He was in a suit and you instinctively stepped back. "Don't be so scared, Love. I'd never hurt you."

You shook your head. "I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of your plan. What are you doing to The Doctor?"

"She's currently with Ada Lovelace. Come on. I was coming to pick you up anyway." The Master had grabbed your wrist and started to direct you to the shack outside.

"You better not have landed on my car, Master. I'm gonna kill you if you did."

"I didn't. You human's and your vehicles." The Master grumbled and you scoffed.

"You Time Lord's and your vehicles! Do you know how many times I have had to replace chairs because you couldn't park right?" You snapped, letting him drag you into his TARDIS.

You rose a brow at the messiness of it all. "Missy would be throwing a fit right now. She kept the vault spotless, Master. How did this happen?"

The Master groaned and looked over at you. "Had to pretend to be human, love. I have to be messy."

You stared at him. "When you move in, you aren't trashing my house like this."

The Master started to pilot his TARDIS to 1834. He turned to look over at you, mid spin. "Move in?"

"Gotcha. I can't exactly move out of the safe house, I have to keep everyone safe, you know." You said, already moving toward the wardrobe, The Doctor had one and you knew The Master always had to one up them.

"You'll be moving in with me. We can change the exterior of my TARDIS to look like your house!" The Master shouted after you and you laughed.

"Do you think thats a good idea?" You called back.

"Anything for you!"

"Aww, you do have a soft side, Master."

That soft side did not last long and you were in the middle of two screaming Time Lords. You held your arms out, keeping the two separated. The Doctor had taken a deep breath in between her yells to look at how you were dressed and how you were trying to convince The Master to calm down.

"Did you know?" The Doctor asked and you turned to look at her.

"What do you mean, Doctor?"

"Did you know?" The Doctor asked again, this time emphasizing each word and The Master tightened his grip on the TCE at her tone.

Your face softened a soft bit. "Yes. I promised to be truthful with you after the 3W incident. I knew he was O. I set up his WhatsApp. I didn't know anything else. I didn't know the plan. I told him to keep me out of it."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" The Doctor practically yelled and you rose a brow.

"Oh yeah, let me just tell you that your old friend is actually the Time Lady you kept locked up in your basement. The Scotsman would've eyebrowed me to death!" You snapped.

The Master looked at you. This was new information. The Doctor had her mouth opening and closing as she chose her next words.

You shook your head. "I know when The Master or Missy is even involved, you get like this. Didn't expect you to get this mad though. I should've known. This is why I never told you about Missy and I, or the fact that he showed up after the year that never was, before you regenerated. You all entwined me into this keep away game. After this is all over. I'm leaving. Unit or you can have my house, keep it open for the companions but I'm done, Doctor. I can't have a life without it being one of the two of you."

The Master watched you and then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind him. The Doctor instinctively stepped back at the rage in his eyes. "Master! This has nothing to do with just her. Its the both of you and you both know it. Now! Shut up, play nice, and get me home. You two can kill each other to your hearts contents when I get a new place."

The two Time-Lords realized very quickly your anger was placed on the both of them and not just one. They both needed you. The one constant both have had throughout their regenerations and they both had lost you.

#Dhawan!Master x reader #Missy x Reader #Gomez!Master x reader #Cade's Doctor Who writing #Cade writes for Doctor Who #The Doctor x reader #Doctor Who x reader

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Sixty Three

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hi besties <3

As ever, thank you for your love for this version of them, it means the absolute world.

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Emily adjusts Lily on her hip and smiles at her, tickling the little girl's belly to drag a giggle out of her, one of her favourite sounds in the world.

“You excited to see Daddy, baby?” She says, looking at the floor number on the elevator as it climbs to the floor that held the BAU, “Mommy has a meeting, so you’ll get to spend some time with him and then I’ll take you home.”

Lily babbles, a tiny spit bubble forming on her lip as she tangles her fingers in her mother’s hair. Emily chuckles and loosens Lily’s surprisingly strong grip as the elevator comes to a stop and she steps out of it.

She hadn’t been to the office since the day she’d stood on the bomb that could have killed her. She’d been off for a couple of months now, making the most out of spending her time with Lily and Jack when he was with them, and she was waiting for the outcome of the investigation into her Unit Chief before she returned to work. Strauss had called her a few hours ago and asked her to come in, so she assumed there was an update, that her time at home with her kids was coming to a close. She had mixed feelings about it. She was desperate to return to work, something that had always given her purpose in her life, but she also knew she’d miss the extra time with Lily and Jack and the different sense of purpose that gave her. It always felt like she was walking the line between being a good mother and good at her job like it was a tightrope, trying to keep her balance right so she didn’t fall and fail at either one of them.

She couldn’t help but wonder how she’d feel when she and Aaron had another baby at some point in the future, when there was someone else to consider in all of this too, but she pushed the thought away. It was something she didn’t have to worry about quite yet. There were still three months to go until Lily turned one, and that was when Emily’s doctor said it was an okay time for them to start trying again. Worrying about what she would do when their family hopefully got bigger was a bridge she could cross when she came to it, its very foundations relying on her ability to get pregnant and stay pregnant, the miscarriage she’d had a few months ago always in the back of her mind.

As soon as she steps into the bullpen she’s met by Dave who walks over to them, his smile wide as he pulls her into a hug.

“Hi Emily,” he says as he steps back, turning his attention to Lily, “Hi Lily.”

Emily looks at Lily and lifts her hand to encourage her to wave at Dave, “You want to say hi to Uncle Dave?”

“She really does look more like you every day,” Dave says, smiling back when Lily smiles at him, her forehead resting against her mother’s neck as she snuggles closer, “Right down to that mischievous smile.”

“You should see her when she frowns,” Emily says, turning her head to kiss her daughter’s hair, “She’s 100% Aaron then.”

Dave’s smile gets wider, his happiness for his friends shining out of every pore as his smile turns into a smirk, “So, what are you two doing here? Getting her started in the family business early?”

She rolls her eyes at him, “No, I have a meeting with Strauss and I didn’t want to take Lily to daycare for just an hour or so,” she explains, and she lifts her wrist to check her watch, “I don’t want to be late so I’m going to take her up to Aaron.”

Dave nods and pats Emily’s shoulder, “Good luck with Strauss, try and drop in a sarcastic ‘ma’am’ for me.”

She chuckles and nods, “I’m sure I can manage that.”

She hums along to Lily’s babbles as she walks up the stairs, replying as if the noises the little girl was making made sense. She smiles softly as she walks into her husband’s office, knocking lightly on the door to announce her presence.

“Sweetheart, hi,” he says as he stands up, immediately walking over to greet her. He presses a quick kiss to her lips and then Lily’s head, “Hi Lily-Pad.”

Lily immediately reaches out for her father, the babbling they both knew meant ‘Dada’ escaping her as she clasps her hands at him. Emily lovingly shakes her head and passes her over.

“Why is it you’re everyone in our family’s favourite person,” she complains playfully, both of them aware that she loves to watch them together. That it set off something deep in her gut that almost made her want to ignore her doctor’s recommendation and get pregnant as soon as possible so she could have another baby with him.

“I think we both know you’re her favourite, Em,” he says, resting Lily on his hip, and he winks at her, “You’re my favourite too, “ he adds, and she smiles widely and reaches out to run her fingers through Lily’s dark hair. The longest pieces were already starting to curl ever so slightly. Aaron knew that playing with Lily’s hair as she lay against her was a nervous habit Emily had picked up over the last few months as it grew. “Are you okay?”

She snaps out of her trance, her hand falling to her side as she realises what she is doing and she smiles slightly sheepishly at him, “I’m okay,” she says, shrugging slightly as she blows out a slow breath, “A little nervous about my meeting with Strauss.”

He reaches out for her with the hand not securing Lily to his side and he links his fingers through Emily’s, squeezing tightly so she looks back up at him. He smiles reassuringly at her and runs his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand, “You did nothing wrong, Em. You were just doing your job. He’s the one who put you in danger.”

She nods, swallowing thickly as she forces a smile, “I know, I do know that. It’s just…”

She trails off, unsure how to phrase it, so he finishes her sentence for her, always on the same wavelength, “It’s just not that simple.”

She sighs, “Yeah, it’s not that simple,” she squeezes his hand before she leans in to kiss him, “I should get going so I’m not late,” she says, kissing him once more before she turns to kiss Lily’s forehead, cupping the back of her head softly, “Love you, Lils. Be good for Daddy.”

“She’s always good for me,” Aaron says as Emily steps away and she smiles gratefully at him before she steps out of the room, a determination in her walk as soon as she’s visible to the others, her vulnerability something she would only ever show him. Lily makes a noise to get his attention and he laughs to himself as he looks at her, “The moment you actually start speaking you’re going to demand all our attention, huh?” He says, leaning in to kiss her forehead before he walks back to his chair, settling Lily in his lap as he sits down, his right hand anchoring her to him, “Want to help me with my paperwork?”

Lily promptly spits up on him and after a moment of shocked silence, he laughs and shakes his head. He reaches out for the muslin he’d got out earlier to prepare for her arrival and starts to clean up.

“Don’t worry princess, your mother feels the exact same way about paperwork.”

___

She’s nothing short of relieved to spend time alone with him that evening. She settles into his side on the couch, leaning into him as he wraps his arm around her.

“Hopefully she stays asleep,” Aaron says, kissing the side of Emily’s head. Her only response is a hum, her focus on the baby monitor on the table in front of them, nestled in between the two glasses of wine he’d poured as she settled Lily for bed. He runs his hand up and down her arm and kisses the side of her head again before he turns towards her so he can see her face properly, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She sighs and turns to look at him, her head resting against the back of the couch as she shrugs nonchalantly, “I think so,” she says, smiling softly when he places his hand on her thigh, the familiar heavy, warm weight of it a comfort she couldn’t live without, “I can’t stop thinking about my meeting with Strauss.”

He frowns as he gently squeezes her thigh, running his thumb back and forth in comforting circles, “I thought you said it went well? Carson’s been fired.”

She nods and places her hand over his, pressing her lips together as she desperately tries to find the words to explain how she feels.

The first thing she’d felt when Strauss told her the outcome of the committee’s investigation was relief. She was glad it was over, that the couple months she’d had simply waiting to find out what was going to happen were now behind her. She could go back to work, get back to normal, find her feet again after the day when she almost lost her life. That had faded almost immediately after she’d picked Lily up from Aaron’s office. The baby girl had fallen asleep on the journey home, leaving Emily alone with her swirling thoughts. Her mind going round and round in circles all afternoon as she waited for Aaron to come home.

“It did go well,” she says, biting her lower lip as she looks at him, “And it’s the outcome we both wanted but…”

She drifts off, fading into silence as she avoids his eye contact, her focus instead on a loose thread on the back of the couch. She picks at it with the hand that’s not linked with his on her thigh. He waits her out for a few seconds, wondering if she’ll finish her sentence, but when she remains silent he cups her chin and tilts her head to look at him.

“You can tell me anything,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “You know that,” he smiles softly, “If you don’t I’m failing as a husband.”

She narrows her eyes at him, his self-depreciation enough to pull her out of her thoughts, “Never. You’re an amazing husband,” she lifts their joint hands to her lips and stamps a kiss against his knuckles. Their hands drop back down to her lap and she sighs, blowing out a slow breath, “I’m just worried about going back to work. About being the reason the boss is gone.”

“He’s the reason he lost his job, sweetheart,” he says, repeating his assurance from that morning. He grits his teeth as anger briefly overtakes him. He’d give anything for five minutes alone with the man whose carelessness had almost led to him losing the love of his life, “You did nothing wrong.”

“I know,” she says, smiling at him fleetingly, “But I’m still relatively new to the team, I’ve already been involved in all this…drama.” She sighs and bites the inside of her cheek, “I just feel like I did when I was a kid and moved all the time, you know?” She looks up at him, and the sadness reflecting in her eyes makes him ache, “I was perpetually the new kid and I thought I’d eventually grow out of that feeling but apparently not.”

She hated that she could still feel like this, that the fallout of the way she was raised still rippling outwards to this day. She knew she’d made the decision to change jobs, to start afresh, but that was in itself a result of her own difficult relationship with her mother. She wanted to be there for her daughter, to ensure that Lily never doubted how important she was to her, that her little girl grew up knowing exactly how loved she was.

“If the team give you any grief-”

“I know, honey. I can report it. I’ll be okay I think the thought of going back is worse than actually going back will be,” she says, smiling softly at him. He nods and leans in to stamp a kiss against her lips, smiling when she sighs into it.

“You know, no matter what, you’ll always have me. And Lily and Jack,” he says, kissing her again before he pulls back, “And whoever else might come along.”

She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, “Right back at you,” she kisses him before she settles back into his side, “I never asked you how the rest of your day was.”

He’s grateful that she’s not looking at him, because he knows she would have seen the worry that flashed across his face immediately, the brief second of a reaction he hadn’t been able to control as he prepares to tell her the very thing he’d been figuring out how to tell her all evening.

“The deputy director came to see me today,” he says casually, and she hums curiously, tilting her head to look at him.

“What earned you that honour? She asks teasingly, but her smile fades into a frown when she sees how serious he is, the slight tension in his jaw. She sits up properly, “What’s wrong?” She asks and he sighs, and she only feels more concern flooding her chest, making her heart clench. She reaches out for him and cups his cheek, “You can tell me anything, you know that,” she says, smiling softly as she runs her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “If you don’t I’ve failed as a wife.”

He chuckles humourlessly at her repetition of his earlier words and he turns his head to kiss her hand, his lips catching her wedding ring, “Never,” he assures her, “Never.”

His seriousness scares her, the flowers of her concern blooming, making it almost difficult to breathe, “Aaron, honey, you’re scaring me. Just tell me.”

He nods, placing his hand over hers on his cheek, “He wants me to head up an investigative task force.”

She nods and clears her throat, her eyes searching his, “Okay,” she says, chuckling nervously, “But that’s good right? If he’s asking you that personally, that’s good?”

He presses his lips together and sighs, “The job is in Pakistan.”

-x-

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Have a snippet from several chapters into the future and meet Kit and Jacob's future adopted kiddos!! (first time writing kids and my fingers and toes are crossed their speech comes across naturally, it shouldn't be this hard to write kids when you have one of your own lol)

Carter dragged the kitchen table chair across the wood floor towards the cupboard. Climbing up onto the wobbly piece of furniture, he crawled up onto the counter, lifting one scuffed knee up onto the cold, flat surface at a time. While kneeling, he pulled open the cupboard door and on the bottom shelf, closest to the front, sat the half empty jar of JIF peanut butter – creamy (his sister’s favorite), he preferred crunchy, but they ran out of that days ago along with the milk. Grabbing it with two small, chubby hands, he put it down on the counter and climbed back down.

He was getting so tired of eating this, and he knew if he was then his sister was all the same. He was older, had a bit more patience. She wasn’t even three yet, still practically a baby. Heaving out a sigh, he looked over at the fridge. He’d never learned how to use the microwave and mom wouldn’t let him near the oven, so any leftovers they had in the fridge had been eaten cold if they were able to be eaten at all. They had gotten down to the last bits of food left in stock – white bread and peanut butter – and they were drinking only water now.

There was a sink full of dirty dishes, glasses stained with rings of soured milk, plates streaked with dried food and crumbs of bread, and spilling to the brim with used cutlery. He’d never learned how to use the dishwasher and it was getting to the point that he was thinking about adding them to the bath after Quinn was done with the bubbles.

His sister climbed up into the kitchen chair at the table with labored grunts, and watched him grab several pieces of bread from the bag. Her big brown eyes were like magnifying glasses, she might not have said a lot but it’s like she could see everything, soaking it all up like a sponge, his mom used to say.

As he stood at the counter preparing the sandwiches, Carter turned his body to hide as he tore the moldy corners off the bread so that she’d still eat. “You hungry?” he asked, trying to keep his face hidden. His parents always knew when he was up to something, he worried Quinn would too.

She kicked her little legs, oblivious to what he was up to as she held her Cookie Monster stuffy against her chest, swallowing him in a tight hug. “No.”

“Are you just sayin’ that?”

He was only seven but he’d already perfected that look his mom and dad gave him when they thought he was telling a fib. Their eyebrows raised, eyes staring at him like if they looked hard enough they could see the truth.

“No.”

“Quinn?”

“No,” she said emphatically, shoving Cookie down onto the tabletop in her fist, forcing the doll into a squashed sitting position.

“You sure? Ya gotta eat something before bed.”

“Don’t wanna,” she grumbled while taking part in a staring contest with her doll.

“Quinn!” Carter slammed the butter knife against the counter and bits of the brown nutty spread shot out in all directions.

Her lower lip trembled, and she tried to curl up into a ball as her head pressed to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as she quickly brought Cookie back into her embrace and held him tightly to her.

He didn’t like yelling at her, he didn’t like seeing the tears well up in her eyes. It made him feel horrible, it made him feel guilty. But his stomach ached so badly, it was a different sort of pain from when he wanted a snack after school, it was deeper and it didn’t go away when ignored, and he was sure if he felt it then she had to as well. He was just trying to be a good big brother. He was just trying to look after her as best he could. The way his mom and dad would have expected him to.

“”M sorry.”

Quinn opened one eye and looked at him while sniffling into the blue fur of her stuffed friend. “‘S okay,” she mumbled.

“You gotta eat.”

She sighed heavily and watched as he started to cut the sandwich. “Triangle.”

“I know.” He gave her a small smile and brought the four pieces of sandwich over to her, placing it on the table top in front of her.

She looked down at the meal and then back up at him, her eyes seeming to beg for anything else to eat instead. “Nutty again?”

He shrugged his shoulders, wishing he could offer her anything else. “It’s all we got.”

She pouted and picked the sandwich up, bringing the torn corner to her mouth and biting down only to quickly drop the sandwich back onto the table, her face pulled into a disgusted grimace. “Yucky.”

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. He just wanted to fill her stomach. He didn’t know how to make anything else. He was only seven.

He wanted mommy and daddy back.

“Bread’s getting old, that’s all.” He headed over to the counter once more to make his own sandwich and looked over at her. With her head bent forward, her chin length brown hair covered her face and he could tell she was starting to cry again with the way her shoulders started to shake. “Eat, Quinny,” Carter begged.

Holding out her stuffy, her eyes red and her chubby cheeks stained with streaks from tears, she pleaded with him. “Cookie eat?”

“No! We don’t have enough. He’s just a doll, he doesn’t need food.” Carter was quick to snap out the words, he wanted to stay calm, to be reasonable like his parents would have told him to be, but he just couldn’t. Not anymore.

Quinn pouted again, giant sobbing tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks, her chest heaving with every new bout of tears that fell out of her – and Carter felt like a monster for it. She was too little, she didn’t understand. He barely did. She was still in training pants. She couldn’t even brush her own teeth. She was a baby, and he was stuck looking after her while trying to keep them alive.

#wip whenever #american beasts #oc: carter ''seed''#oc: quinn ''seed''

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1st trimester

chapter 2

what to expect when you're expecting

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Dinner

the day went along with Rolan for once doing very little to mind the store and running all over the place, seemingly just out of reach of his siblings. They would reach out while he was hurrying by with a stack of something or another and then rushing away to bring dwylla tea.

It was close to closing when they watched Rolan hustle in from a side door, arms loaded with grocery. Lia continued to run the front counter, she huffed moving as quick as she could the now impatient line of customers. Cal ran around helping people grab items off the high shelves, showing them where things were. He paused and huffed as he looked around, unexpectedly tired when he caught the tail of Rolans robes whipping behind a corner.

Enough was enough! The shop was so busy they could hardly keep up and where the heck was the owner of this very popular establishment.

Not wanting to miss a chance Cal chased after his brother, surprised to find himself in the kitchens.

“Hey! Where have you been all day?!”

Rolan looked over his shoulder while he set down several sacks of ingredients. He gave a strangely perky smile to his brother, whose eyes narrowed at him.

“Sorry I've been getting things ready for tonight.”

“ Dinner? We're overrun out there and you're making dinner?”

Cal took a deep breath, pushed his frazzled hair back and crossed his arms before going on.

“That's great but we could really use some help.”

“I'm busy, close the store then.”

Cals eyes went wide in shock as he stared at Rolan, now incredulous.

“What's important about dinner?”

“Danis and Bex will be over, they'll be bringing the children and Bex said she may bring a few friends.”

Cal raised his arms in front of his chest near defending himself. He looked around the room as if searching for proof it might be a trick.

“W-why did you invite so many people for dinner!?”

Rolan, still feeling a bit light and fluttery from this morning's news, grinned at Cal who stood quite on edge.

“Because the books are almost useless and they have experience.”

He said it offhandedly as he leaned against the edge of the counter, watching the gears turn in Cals head.

“...what experience do they have, that… that you need to know about?”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, Rolan beside himself as he watched anxiety bloom on Cals face.

“Dwyllas Pregnant.”

The words dropped like an anchor in a glass lake. Cal stared wide eyes for a while

“What?”

Rolan just nodded,feeling pride bubble up as he finally got to say it out loud.

“WHAT!?”

Cal started laughing, one hand on the side of his head, the other on his stomach.

“Are you sure, positive!?”

“We did three tests, all positive. It's why she's been so lethargic.”

Cal rushed over pulling Rolan into a hug so firm he was lifted up off the ground.

“OH SHIT! YOU'RE GONNA BE A DAD!”

Cal set him back down, Rolan puffing to get breath back in lightly condensed lungs.

“Oh gods, I'm gonna be an uncle, lia- can I tell Lia!?”

Rolan nodded as he patted out the wrinkles of his robe.

“Yea, do you still need help-”

Cal was already at the kitchen entry pointing at him sternly.

“NO! We got it handled, you do this and we'll take care of upstairs.”

He would have saluted if he knew how funny it might have been, instead Cal could be heard thundering back up the stairs and across the sales floor. He kept running, hopped over one counter and skidded to a halt beside Lia.

“Is he coming?”

She looked at him with tired eyes as she made change for someone, bundled their items and set them on their way.

“He's busy, we're fine, we don't need help.”

Lia squinted at the excitement radiating off him, before he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

Every customer line heard the gasp, they stared in bewilderment as it appeared a second wind had hit Lia. She punched Cals shoulder and pushed him out from behind the counter.

Upstairs Dwylla sat in the window watching a flock of birds go by. She didn't know about the chaos rolling on loose tracks downstairs, she was quite content as she sipped her tea.

The shop closed in a hurry, Cal and Lia hurried downstairs to the kitchen. Rolan now wearing a more casual attire of tunic and trousers covered by an apron. She didn't slow down, she just jumped up and threw her arms around him in a giant hug.

“WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!?”

Rolan coughed as a large cloud of flour puffed up between them, knocked up from the top of his apron. She didn't wait for an answer, just hugged him tighter.

Together the three of them finished cooking the large meal and all its components, finally they could use the actual dining room and its massive table.

Dwylla sat with a light frown creasing her brow whole she stared at all the food then her empty plate. She didn't care about the room that all the guests in the other room were admiring. The vaulted ceiling, the tall arched windows with tinted glass. She didn't care about the gold inlay on her perfect ceramic plate, not the embellished twining of vines on the handles of all the silverware.

She cared about the tray across from her, all covered with a red cloth napkin. The fresh soft milk rolls beneath leaving tufts of steam rising up. Dwylla knew she knew these people, most of them but it was difficult to recall when her stomach was nibbling at her ribs. Sitting there in front of the biggest meal Rolan had ever cooked was torture when she couldn't touch it.

She was allowed to, in fact Rolan had said she didn't have to wait for anyone. But that was rude, she always remembered how glum karlach would get when they started without her. Wyll always waited and she supposed she could too. So she stood from her place at the table and went to the end of the room to climb up into the window sill.

She looked down then glowered. The food vendors were out. When the crowd began filing in they walked in to see her there in the window leering out at the city. She sat In a black dress, its sides slit high to accommodate her wide hips and long thick tail. Bex froze when she saw her there, long black hair rolling over her shoulder and down her back.

This is not as she remembered her but it would be strange for her to still be in bloodied battle armor. However even the red marks on her face were gone, she and everyone else had thought those were tattoos.

The only thing that never changed was a scar across her face and the parts they'd never seen before. A scattering of scars, down her legs and parts of her tail with deep divots, places where axes stopped and failed.

“It's been awhile, you look so lovely without the bloodstains!”

Bex laughed, falling short when Dwylla turned to look back out the window. Rolan didn't seem to pay any mind as he and Cal pulled out chairs for the guests, scooting them in once they've seated.

When everyone was settled, Rolan pulled back Dwyllas chair, her ear twitched at the sound. Danis found himself surprised at the way she sauntered over without him calling her name. She sat down quietly, letting him brush her hair behind her ear.

A strange plump woman, mephistoles ancestry by appearance sat beside Bex smiling at Dwylla.

“You're not as loud as everyone said you'd be. Of course that was time ago hmm? Ah yes, I'm Vera by the way.”

Dwylla looked at her tired and bored…and extremely nervous thought it appeared only Rolan noticed as he sat down beside her. Dwylla looked around the table, brow still pointed downward.

“I don’t want to work…Vera.”

Rolan simply motioned across the table to the array of food on display, Cal standing up to reach out and pick up a knife for the golden brown bird steaming at the table center.

“I suppose the kids want the little legs then?”

He was evidently correct as the two toddlers immediately cheered while he began slicing into the bird, divvying up the various parts across the plate. Lia began taking a plate plopping a wide spoon of fluffy potato down and passing the plates around the table, like a little train they circled about until plates were heavy and full. In the spirit of the evening there was not a single wine bottle at the table, instead glasses of tea were poured and passed about.

The sound of chatter and tinkling glasses filled the air, knives and forks scraping across the porcelain plates, children and their heavy breathing open mouthed chewing. Rolan winced when he felt Dwyllas tail tighten around his ankle. He looked at with veiled worry, though Vera spoke up

“Well then miss Dwylla, how are you feeling about it all? Excited-”

Dwylla’s glare was loud, but not as loud as her tail suddenly unfurling and slamming against the tile with a thunderous clap. As soon as it happened, her face fell, her shoulders curled inward and her tail coiled up around the legs of her chair. Quickly Rolan stood, placing a hand between her shoulder blades. Wordless she stood up and let herself be led away.

Vera looked across the now quiet table, barring Cal and Lia who seemed unbothered.

“What- I’m so sorry I didn't mean to offend her.”

Danis watched her being led away with slumped shoulders, he recalled her face from before the one recalled in the middle of nightmares that woke up on closet late nights. As he sat there thinking about it, he tapped his fork against the dinner plate… and remembered the distant sound coming up from the bowels of moon rise. The distant thudding from somewhere unseen, chains tinkling as servants worked and prisoners struggled. Sometimes those sounds bothered him too. He wondered… he wondered how many times she had to hear those things and how much it bothered her.

“I don’t think you did offend her, you guys don’t have guests often to do you?”

Cal paused to think about, Lia thinking out loud.

“Pretty sure we do, Dammon comes to visit… sometimes Alfira will swing by… and Rolan is friends with the facemaker.. Figaro. He visits sometimes.”

“All at once?”

“Oh, no…”

Rolan could be heard coming back down the hall and sitting back down, Dwylla nowhere in sight. He waved a hand at her plate, a small ring flickered around it before it blinked off the table.

“We do apologize about that, she’s got some nerve damage to her tail and it does rather react on its own sometimes.”

“Is she alright?”

Danis asked, inquiry laced with worry. Rolan waved it off.

“She’s fine, she just got a little overstimulated is all, she’ll come down when she feels up to it.”

Bex pointed with her fork at Rolan.

“I can’t believe you found someone less sociable than you and married her. You’ll be great hermits”

He placed a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“To my understanding, that’s not an option anymore.”

A small voice interrupted them

“What did she mean by work?”

Cal and Lia both looked over curiously, suddenly Rolan felt his face flush with warmth unsure of how to answer for the child. He set his fork back down, now his own face set in a frown.

“Ah… well before my wife came to our rescue… she used to live in a…”

Bex glanced at Danis while Rolan muddled through his next words.

“A very unhappy type of… castle I suppose-”

“Did it have big towers like this”

“Yes, it had four.”

“Was it fun!”

“No, in that castle she had to fight- a lot of people every day- that was her job. And when she was doing her job she had to be big and scary and loud-”

“Why?”

“Because people were watching and they wanted her to put on a big show.”

The kid looked at him rather sad, smooshing their food around.

“That’s not nice.”

“No it’s not, that’s why she doesn’t like doing it anymore.”

“Cause she’s nice?”

“Indeed.”

After a while dinner went on, Danis,Cal and Lia took the children to the courtyard to play, Rolan, Bex and Vera went to a smaller lounge, where he pointed out the books he’d been given. Vera raised an eyebrow at the entries and looked up at him.

“You didn’t, this is not reliable, it's all hearsay. It sounds like things that my mum would tell nobles so they’d leave her alone. Don’t remember when your mum had your siblings?”

“I’m adopted”

“Well then”

She slapped her knee and looked away, Bex giggling with a hand over her mouth.

“Anyone left to offend dear?”

“I’m not offended at all actually- I was adopted before they were born but there were other concerns at the time, every time, so I don’t recall it much.”

Bex waved off Vera’s retort before they could go completely off course.

“So what made you call the cleric- how did you suspect she might be pregnant?”

Rolan crossed a leg over his knee and leaned back as he thought.

“She was cold, then there was a smell I didn’t recognize and then she started getting sick in the morning.”

“Okay- that’s mostly normal” Vera nodded in approval before adding

“When you say cold, you like she can’t get warm and it’s bothering her or you just noticed her temp dropping?”

“Both I suppose. She has poor circulation to begin with so she’s usually a bit chilled but lately she’s verging on shivering at random times in the day.”

Vera frowned at him, as she did his stomach dropped.

“Vera, if it isn’t too forward may I ask how many children you have?”

“15 though I was pregnant 23 times.”

Immediately Rolan sat up straighter, looking at her in shock.

“Bex I’m afraid you are not the expert as I thought.”

Bex shrugged her shoulders before patting Veras shoulder.

“I thought you’d want all the information you could get.” Vera ignored this as she seemed to be thinking deeply.

“She's cold and has poor circulation… I'm assuming that it has something to do with all her scars? Some went deep?”

Rolan took a deep breath before nodding, they watched him weigh his words before answering.

“Yes.. some went quite far and as we understood it she… should not be able to get pregnant.”

Both of them went silent before Vera swallowed loudly.

“I don’t mean to be crude but I need to ask what happened- what made you think it wasn't possible. There can be complications from whatever that might have been.”

He nodded and sat up straight, placing his hand under his naval ,circling area with a long pointed black nail.

“She has scars here, several- it's not from any surgery. They’re from stabbings. Much of her internal organs don’t function the way they probably should.”

“Alright, well then you sir- have a ton of work ahead of you. You’re not making sure just the babe will be okay, you want to make sure she lives too.”

She slapped a hand on her knee again and leaned forward to look at him seriously. Her square jaw clenched and worked as she looked to him.

“That woman may wind up needing round the clock care at the end- for now you need to pay attention to everything and keep track of it. We don't get nursemaids and midwives. There's no one to help us, it's just us,that poor woman has done so much and she's still givvin more just for you.”

Rolan flinched at the tone, and the sharpness of her eyes as she focused on him.

“I see you, you better mean it when you tell yourself how you’d do anything for her. Cause right now it's just starting and you know what?”

He swallowed loudly as he returned her gaze.

“We’re not like the others, it's not no 9 months and done- it's not even definitive. It depends on you and lineage, the care and keeping. She could carry that child for a year. Did you know that?”

Bex pushed forward the blank notebook he had settled beside the other books as he had planned to take notes. He worked his jaw and took a deep breath as he absorbed it all. He scooted to the edge of his seat to grab the quill and open his bright red inkwell, suddenly unhappy with the color choice.

“What should I be looking out for and what should I be expecting first?”

It was near three hours later that Danis burst into the lounge room panicked.

“I can’t find her- we were playing hide and seek and now I can’t find Gemma!”

Bex looked at him only moderately concerned, Vera stood up stretching, twisting about til her back popped.

“I suppose that’s enough for tonight. We can come back to check in.”

Rolan blew across the page, drying the ink before shutting the book. He stood and tucked it under his arm.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. For now the courtyard is closed off so Gemma could only come back inside.”

He let the women step out first, Danis feeling deeply confused and upset as they went by in less than a hurry. Rolan paused to acknowledge his fear

“I thought this might happen, so there are wards up everywhere- she's safe wherever it is she’s wandered to.”

They wandered about, Cal and Lia shouting her name before Danis got smacked in the head with a walnut shell. As it happened all of them looked up, to find Dwylla up high in an arched window sill, laying on her side looking out. It appeared she had curled herself around Gemma, who waved at everyone from her place in the loose coil of Dwylla’s body. She seemed to chewing as she settled back down to stare out the window with her strange new friend.

“GEMMA! HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE!? WHY DID YOU GO UP THERE HOW DO I GET YOU DOWN!?”

Rolan looked over to see Danic with his hands gripping his hair while he panicked, Cal stood with the other toddler, Lia squinted up, Vera and Bex both more interested in how the hell they got up there.

“My love-”

He didn’t finish what he was saying before Dwylla stood up grabbing Gemma by the back of her jumper and planting her on her back. Gemma dropped her walnut and held on tight as Dwylla crouched down to crawl down the bricks, hopping off, landing in an outstretched tree branch and hopping down. As she came down her tail coiled around Gemma’s small body to lift her up and set her down on the ground. Danis held out his arms for her to run to like she always did, instead Gemma reached up and held Dwylla’s hand wanting to be walked over.

Bex laughed as Danis plucked her up and held her tight, kissing all over the top of her head.

“You scared me! Don’t wander off like that!”

He looked over to a very amused Rolan.

“This has been fun and all but I think we should get going.”

Vera watched Dwylla, her mouth with its corners tilted up as she went to loop her arm though Rolans. The small herd trotted along all the way to the tower’s front door, Bex reaching out to take her child back from Cal as they headed out.

Dwylla waved smiling as Gemma flailed her arm in a frantic bye bye while they shut the door.

“Did I ruin your dinner?”

“No, I’m sorry I decided to have that so last minute. I didn’t even tell you I was going to do it. It’s not your fault. Are you still hungry?”

Cal snorted at them before waving his own goodbye, heading out for the night. Lia, already gone. Rolan walked with her back to the kitchen where all that was left was tucked away. He went and fixed another plate for her while she hopped up to sit on the counter.

“I tried to make your favorites but I'm not sure they’ll stay your favorites. Vera said you might start wanting eat strange things soon”

Dwylla looked up at him smiling with a spoon sticking out of her mouth.

“Well, it's still my favorite for now.”

For a moment he found himself strangely pleased with her sitting up there happily munching away, short legs swaying off the edge of the counter. She looked at him and pointed with her spoon.

“But you don’t have to worry really- because you're my favorite and that won't change.”

Caught so off guard Rolan couldn't help but laugh before leaning over and placing a kiss on the space between her horns.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #tav #romance #oc #dwylla #pregnancy

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These Foolish Things- i.

Jason Todd x Jazz Vocalist! Reader Word Count: ~ 1.2 k Warnings: This series is 18+. Alcohol Mention, Canon Typical Violence Summary: [Y/N] gets her big break before things go south. Masterlist

It was her biggest gig yet. A Wayne Foundation gala at the Gotham Museum of Art. When Dick had offered her such an opportunity, she just couldn’t say no. She could pay her rent for an entire year with what he’d promised to pay her, hell she could move into a better neighbourhood if she wanted to! Not to mention she’d get to brush elbows with the city’s elite and maybe land a couple more high brow gigs.

She looked in the mirror and adjusted a few things here and there as she tried to make herself look as pristine as possible. Makeup, done. Hair, done. Handbag, stuffed with necessities and on her bed. She slipped her heels on and shrugged on her coat to make sure she looked cohesive. The deep red of her gown hugged her body in all the right places before it cascaded down to the floor, its hem just long enough to graze the floor as she moved. She was mostly satisfied with how she looked but her brows furrowed slightly. Something was a bit off but she couldn’t put her finger on it until the glint of something shiny caught her eye on her vanity. Her locket. How could she forget? She moved to grab it before her phone rang on the bed. It was the front desk calling to let her know the car Dick had sent for her had arrived. She thanked the receptionist and put her locket in her bag to put on in the car. With one last look over herself and a deep breath, [Y/N] made her way downstairs.

[Y/N] peered out the window, seeing the GCPD standing around the museum to ward off any attacks for the night. The car rolled to a stop at the front entrance of the grand building and she thanked the driver before getting out. The band was just ahead of her and just as she walked up to join them, Dick Grayson had come out with that same charming smile from the night they met.

“Gosh, look at you all!” he greeted as he shook a few hands then grasped hers and gave it a squeeze. She squeezed his hand back before he pulled away and started up the stairs, beckoning them to come with him. “You guys look like a million bucks! My family’s already inside, let me show you where you’ll be playing.”

The group trailed after Dick into the museum and as they passed the roped off artworks in the winding halls of the galleries. [Y/N] marvelled at the sight of it all. She’d been in the museum a couple times during grade school trips but she never took the time to really appreciate what was around her at the time. She turned her head and craned her neck, sometimes lingering in a spot to take in the art before a chuckle came from Dick and she snapped out of her trance. She looked over at him with a bit of an embarrassed grin as her own little laugh bubbled from her chest.

“Sorry,” she sighed a little as she moved to catch up with him. “I haven’t been here in a long time. It’s even more beautiful than I remember.”

“Wait ‘till you get to the atrium,” Dick hummed, offering her his arm. She looped her arm with his, feeling his toned form even underneath the layers of his suit. She lifted the front of her dress to walk a bit easier as he led her and the band deeper into the museum before they reached a set of glass doors that stood open.

[Y/N] gasped softly as they walked through it, the darkening sky visible through the glass ceiling of the open space. She looked around to see tables set up at the edges of the large, circular room. They were strategically placed around the white pillars that held the roof up while giving space to the centre platform where their instruments were set up. “God, this is gorgeous…”

Dick smiled, giving her arm a light pat before walking with her to the platform. The band had got to work making sure everything was suited to their desires. “We also have a table reserved for you. You’ll be fed and it’s an open bar tonight. That being said, there are a few on the guest list who are… Let’s say they like a good party. If someone gives you trouble, let me or Bruce know.”

“Already charming the guests, Dick?” A deep voice called from one of the many entrances of the atrium. [Y/N] turned to see another tall man with blue eyes and dark hair start to make his way toward them and she gave him a small smile.

“Speak of the devil!” Dick laughed softly, turning with you to face him. “Bruce, this is [Y/N]. She’s the entertainment for tonight, along with her lovely accompaniment, Emerald King.” He gestured to the band who was just settling onto the platform and they gave Bruce their best smiles and friendly waves.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” [Y/N] smiled, offering her hand for him to shake. His large hand took hers and gave it a firm shake with his own warm smile.

“The pleasure’s all mine, but please, call me Bruce. I’m sure Dick has already told you but if you need anything at all, you can come to one of us. That goes for the band as well.” She nodded at that and soon enough, people started to slowly trickle into the venue. Bruce gave the two a nod and turned around to start greeting those who walked in. Dick smiled and gave [Y/N] one last squeeze on the shoulder before leaving her to greet the guests with Bruce.

It wasn’t long until the atrium was crowded with Bruce’s personal friends and business partners. [Y/N] looked around and gave the people around her polite smiles as anxiety thrummed in her chest. She managed to introduce herself to a few curious people who were eager to know who the fresh face in the room was. She kept formalities and nodded along with them as she did her best to hold light conversation. The room was made up of many older folk, CEOs, shareholders and department directors. [Y/N] seemed to be the youngest in the room before she saw a group of mildly upset young men walk through the doors. One who looked around her age and two that were obviously younger. The small group was followed by a couple cheery girls who looked to be about the same age as the second oldest boy. She smiled softly in their direction, happy to see it wasn’t just her who was on the lower side of the age range. She watched as Bruce and Dick greeted them warmly, that distant smile still tugging at her lips before the woman beside her gave her a playful nudge.

“Someone caught your eye, darling?” she teased and [Y/N]’s gaze drifted back to the older woman with a little chuckle. Warmth spread over the young woman’s cheeks and she shook her head a bit.

“They’re out of my league, I’m just here to sing.” [Y/N] hummed, sipping at the bottled water she had gotten from the bar. “Speaking of which, I should get ready. I start once Mr. Wayne is done with his welcome speech.” She slinked away from the little group she was previously in and stood with the band off to the side of the platform.

She watched as Bruce gathered the attention of the crowd and welcomed them all to the bi-annual fundraiser. He spoke for a bit about the foundation's cause and its current goals, and she couldn't help but let her eyes drift to the crowd. It would be her biggest audience. Thoughts swam in her head before she tuned back in and she caught the end of Bruce’s little speech.

“Tonight, we’ll have live entertainment. They’ll be playing on and off through the night. Please welcome [Y/N] [L/N] and Emerald King!” Bruce clapped and the crowd joined in as he smiled over at her and the band before he stepped off the platform and gave room for them to get situated. She stepped onto the platform with her same sweet smile, adjusting the mic stand a little to be at her height.

“Hello everyone,” [Y/N] chuckled nervously, not used to seeing who she was singing to. She looked back to the band, waiting for them to be settled and ready before speaking again “Thank you, Mr. Wayne, for that lovely introduction, it’s a pleasure to be here. Let’s show ‘em how it’s done, King~”

And with that, the band started to play a smooth melody. [Y/N] felt herself calm as the music washed over like it did every night and it brought a comforting familiarity to her. Slowly, it became like every other performance and she grew comfortable on that platform. She swayed some as she sang and no longer paid much attention to the crowd around her as they all started to do their own thing in the atrium. People ate and socialized, walked around and swayed to the music with drinks in hand. Some had even stayed near to listen. She sang a good few songs before they took their first break and took the time to socialise. Dick came around not too long after she stepped away from the mic, drink in hand.

“Living up to the expectation, Angel,” Dick smiled, giving her a playful nudge. A little laugh bubbled from her lips and she rolled her eyes at him as she capped her water bottle. Her little chat with him didn’t last long as she was pulled into conversation with a few of the guests who wanted to know who the starlet in their midst was. She continued to smile and chat with them, laughed along with their little jokes and kept the conversation flowing just like she had before. The break didn’t last long and in no time she was back up on the platform and singing.

Things were going swimmingly. Some of the couples had even started to dance to the music, they swayed and held each other as chatter and music filled the air and echoed a bit in the atrium. It brought a warmth to her heart as she watched the old couples fall in love again to her singing, a bit of a laugh coming from her as she saw Dick lead an older woman to the dance floor. Sweet moments and mellow songs continued before there was a crash and glass rained down around them. [Y/N] shrieked as the shards sliced her skin and embedded themselves in her dress.

The band scattered and so did the guests and [Y/N] followed suit, lifting her gown and trying to scramble away. She made it off the platform and frantically looked around for Dick or any police officer. Her mind was racing, she had started to panic and before she knew it her body was moving on its own. She started to sprint toward the glass doors, the skirt of her dress gathered in her clenched fists as she ran. Blood was trickling down her skin but she barely felt the sting from her cuts as she frantically tried to push through the doors with the other guests. She was so close, she just had to get through the doors and the long hallway to reach the entrance. But when she was about to take off sprinting again, her head jerked forward, her vision went white for a moment and she felt tight grips dragging her back inside. She tried to fight back and struggled against the vice like grips on her arms as grunts and screams escaped her.

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Christmas Special

Note: GRAH ATTACK 💥 (3/4) TW: none…?

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Thomas felt indifferent about Christmas. Hearing the music, seeing the decorations, receiving presents, everything just seemed dull to him. On Christmas Day, he found himself doing business as he always does, sometimes incorporating a little Christmas spirit within the missions he set people out on. For this holiday season, however, he found himself completely burnt out of ideas. All his underlings had families to attend to and he was left all alone to think about the next big project he should commit to. Killing the mayor didn’t seem too bad. Maybe eliminating a few drug dealers here and there too.

“Boss!” Max bubbled, bursting inside his office with a bright smile on his face. It appeared he was wearing a brand new coat with nicely tailored clothes and styled hair, unlike his usual donation store outfits Thomas dragged on. “I wanted to drop off your present before I go get my Christmas photos done with my brother!”

Tripping on his untied laces and collapsing onto the floor face-first, Max found himself in the same predicament he’s always in. Blood leaked from his nose as he struggled to get back up and hand him the now ripped-up box.

Thomas chuckled. “Are you saying you came to give me a present on Christmas Eve? What, are you stupid?”

“Haha, maybe! Heyyy, where’s Freddy, Charlie, and David? They’re usually in here too!”

“They’re with their families, Max.”

“Then why aren’t you with yours?”

The innocent question left a bad taste in Thomas’s mouth. With a sigh, he helped the boy off the ground and tied his shoes for him. He noticed that they were still the same old dirty ones he always wore, clashing with the rest of his nice clothes. It was almost funny to look at before he realized that Max truly thought he looked his best. That, again, left a bad taste lingering.

Max giggled and spun around. “Do you like my new coat? My big brother got it for me!”

“…Yeah, it’s nice.” Thomas mustered out the compliment, despite wanting to punch him in the stupid face more than anything right now. He couldn’t believe how naïve and innocent he really was. In a way, it almost frightened him to see. A man like that is no man at all. Max wasn’t a man.

And yet, Max was a greater person than Thomas could ever hope to be. With no power, no wealth, and no strength, he still outlived Thomas without lifting a pinkie. It made him sick to his stomach to think about.

“Thanks! C’mon, open your present now!”

“Go home, Max.”

“Huh? But you—!”

“I said go home. You’re on break, go home and hang out with your older brother. When you get back, I’ll put you on a mission that’ll make you regret bothering me.”

Max smiled with gaping teeth prominently displayed for him. “Merry Christmas, Thomas! Make sure you go home and have some fun with your family too!”

And with that, he marched out of the building and back into the arms of his older brother.

Thomas stood in silence for a while. Not because he wished the interaction would have played out differently, but because he couldn’t do anything else. If he went home, he’d have to face his father who wanted him to go visit his biological mother at the mental asylum. If he didn’t, he’d end up having to spend the night here and hope that he had enough wood to keep the furnace going. Neither of the options was adequate. So he had to think of a new option. A new place he could stay.

That’s when his grand idea struck him.

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“My m-mom said I have to be home by midnight, so I have to go,” Sam explained, adding another kiss upon his girlfriend’s head on the front porch. Although she wanted him to stay overnight, he knew better than to keep his mother worrying. “I love you, Riley. I’ll see yuh…yuh…you in a few days, okay?”

With a disappointed sigh, Riley forced a smile and gave him one final hug for the night. “Okay. Goodnight, Sam. Merry Christmas…”

Riley watched as he got into his car and drove off into the snowy night, her smile completely dropping now that he was gone. She wished he could’ve stayed just a little bit longer so that she wouldn’t have to feel so lonely. Then again, she knew better than to be so selfish. Sam was finally going to visit his father after months of not seeing him, of course he wanted to get home earlier to catch his flight in the morning.

But even then…

Entering the house, she came face to face with her sister’s drunk boyfriend holding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Apparently he was taking a smoke break from the endless amount of sex they’ve been having nonstop since he’s arrived. She glared at him as he trudged by with his head hanging.

“Fucking creep,” Riley thought to herself with gritting teeth. “He gotta be at least ten years older than her.”

Before she reached the staircase that led up to her room, she crossed her mother’s pass. She was watching TV on the couch with curlers in her hair and an opened bottle of alcohol gripped in her hand. Riley knew better than to lock eye contact with her. Whenever she was drunk like that, it was practically a death sentence. Behind the sofa, however, sat Jack and their father hanging up a few more ornaments on the tree. From the looks of it, Riley could tell her father was at least tipsy. He tended to be happier that way.

“Rileyyy, did Sam already leave?” He hummed, holding Jack up so he could place a shiny ornament on one of the highest boughs. She nodded in response. “Awh, that’s a bummer. I was hoping he’d stay a little longer.”

“He couldn’t leave his mom alone for that long,” Riley explained briefly, “her nurse is on vacation right now and they have a flight to catch in the morning.”

“You wanna help decorate the tree?”

“Maybe after I put my pajamas on.”

“Okayyy.”

Riley chuckled to herself a little. He had definitely drunk too much. Jack didn’t seem to notice, still jumping in his lap and messing with him despite his obvious intoxication. Their father didn’t seem to mind though. He simply tickled the little boy and laughed, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

It wasn’t until her mother stood from the couch that the happiness Riley once inhabited drained from her body. She kept her head down and rushed up the steps, hoping that she wouldn’t be a victim to her mother’s drunk wrath. It appeared she was too tired to go after her anyways.

Upon arrival in her bedroom, she let out a deep sigh. It just wasn’t the same without Sam being there to entertain her. At this time of night, he’d usually be hiding in the closet and watching her get ready for bed. It was cute whenever she felt his eyes on her. Even cuter when he thought she didn’t know he was there. Nevertheless, the closet was completely empty and no sign of a pretty boy wanting to keep her company.

Pulling out her favorite pair of pajamas and laying them across the bed, she prepared herself to get changed and go back downstairs to help her father out. It wasn’t until she buttoned up her fleece pajama shirt that she heard an unfamiliar sound of tapping at her window. There was absolutely no way Sam was back already to visit, right? A helpless sense of hope began building inside her as she approached the window, praying that he had changed his mind and wanted to stay even longer.

She was a little more than shocked to see Thomas instead.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Riley snapped, opening her window so that he could hear her better.

“I’m taking a job for Santa, duh.”

Before she managed to slam the window shut on his face, he grabbed the latch and ensured it was impossible to do so. Riley took a few steps backward and pulled out her knife, aiming it toward his face. He was totally unphased by the empty threat as he crawled into her bedroom.

“I’m gonna call Sam and he’s gonna beat your ass!” Riley fumed, backing away from his limp body that laid on the floor motionless. He let out what sounded like an annoyed groan before falling back into silence. “What, you gonna kidnap me again or something?”

“I never kidnapped you, don’t remember that, you’re lying. Just as all girls do…” He huffed, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Whenever you were taking that job for Sam, yes you fucking did!”

“Ohhh! You’re talking about whenever I got you two together! Aren’t I just the best Cupid?” Thomas swooned with a ring of mischievous laughter. “Awh, are you still mad at me about thaaat? Cheer up, buttercup. I’ll give you a prize just to say sorry.”

Riley scoffed and lowered the blade, knowing that he meant no harm. “Are you high or something? You still didn’t answer why the fuck you’re here.”

Without another word, he tossed over a little box with a red bow on it. She caught it with one hand and examined it for a moment, raising her eyebrows in surprise. In her mind, she was going through every possible object that could be inside telling by the weight. Her heart raced whenever pondering the idea that he could have laced it with poison or that it could be a miniature bomb. Either way, her stomach twisted into tight knots.

“C’mon. Open it,” he coaxed her with a sly grin, plopping down on her bed as if he owned the place.

To test her theory, she approached him until she was in arm’s reach and ripped off the bow. He didn’t seem frightened that a bomb would go off, so that knocked that idea off the table. Next, she thought about the poison option before remembering that Thomas touched it with his bare hands. That was knocked off next.

Popping the lid off the box with a little to no effort, they locked eyes. For some reason, Riley noticed that his blue irises were holding just an ounce of life inside.

“…A remote?” Riley questioned, grabbing the tiny device with one hand and examining the buttons. Each and every one had a different color to display what they did.

“Yep!” He hopped off the mattress, grabbing her hands into his own. Her eyes widened. For some reason, she felt a slight tinge of heat rise to her face. “It’s a remote that controls all the explosives I have around Woodlyn! Wanna press one?”

Her heart nearly stopped. Realizing how deadly this small device truly was, she wanted him to move far from it. However, if she were to make a wrong move there, who knows what he’d be capable of doing. There was no telling what buildings or locations were wired or not. For all she knew, Sam’s apartment could possibly be blown away just from a single tap of one of these buttons.

“Thomas…” Her voice wavered a little to her dismay. She knew just how much he enjoyed hearing her upset. “Can you tell me what ignites what? Who knows. Maybe one of these buttons is for my own damn house.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“How would I know?”

He paused for a long while, his icy eyes drifting away from hers. Then, a sudden smile appeared on his face. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Snatching the remote from her and pressing a random button with his thumb, Thomas held it high above his head so she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Her eyes widened with fear as she realized that he could’ve easily killed someone she cared about, reaching for the remote in a pathetic attempt to seize the fire. That’s when she heard it.

Although it sounded like a gunshot from far away, she knew damn well that whatever button he just pressed blew a building up across town. That was the North side of Woodlyn — In other worlds, where all the bitchy rich bastards lived. Sam didn’t live anywhere near there. Therefore, she didn’t care who it was he just killed.

“Quit it! I’m not fucking around!”

“What? You didn’t like that bitch anyway!”

“I know how shit like this ends with you! Now stop it or I’ll fucking kill—!”

“Riley.”

Reeling back from him silently, she released his arm and gave up on trying to grab it for a moment or two. She wasn’t sure what it was but hearing that tone in his voice made her feel little again. It was almost like a hypnotic dream.

His expression had shifted from playful into serious in a few seconds flat. Either way, it was hard to deny that he wasn’t attractive. The way he looked at her sent chills through her body.

“You’re okay. None of these buttons will hurt someone you love.” His voice sounded surreal. Riley furrowed her eyebrows and simply glared at him. He continued. “Not a single person knows of it. Not even David, Charlie, or Freddy. I made it just for you. So…keep it a secret, okay?”

She wasn’t sure what to make of his statement or why he’d trust her more than any of those who worked for him. Either way, whenever he handed her the remote back, a sense of duty was placed on her. She understood that this must be actually serious. Although, she didn’t like the idea of being involved with Thomas’s organization.

“…Alright. Whatever.”

Thomas’s smile made a reappearance as he embraced her tightly. “Awh, you’d really do that for me? You’re the best, Riley!”

All of the emotion she felt before dissolved back into a ball of irritation. “Get the fuck off me, manwhore! I don’t know where you’ve been! Seriously, get off! I don’t want diseases!”

He backed away from her with a proud grin and placed his hands on his waist. “My second present for you is…my dick! Wanna suc—?”

“If you whip that shit out, I will end your fucking life.”

“Hahahah! I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Can I stay over though?”

“No.”

“Riley, have some Christmas spirit!”

“You’re right. You can sleep in Harley’s dog house. Merry Christmas!”

#oc: thomas hall #friend’s oc: riley morgan #oc: sam vega #oc: maximilian collins

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Symbols - Chapter 39

Warnings: Komini being Komini Word count: 3063

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I waited outside of my house nervously, this weekend already being out of my comfort zone. Last time I had all of them over at my dad's house I was probably twelve or thirteen. Now Tetsurou officially gets to meet Komini, while all of them get to meet Arise. This is terrifying.

So I nervously paced in my driveway. Walking the width back and forth until I saw four familiar figures turning in. Koutarou ran up and hugged me, lifting me off the ground and spinning us. After setting me down, I hugged Kenma, the Keiji and finally Tetsurou who did the same as Kou. Spinning me until I laughed, fits of giggles leaving my lips at the action both times.

"You alright, little atom?" I stiffly nodded, a look of 'really?' on Tets' face but I avoided it, turning around and leading us inside.

"Hi Mr. Burukiku, it's great to see you again." Leave it to Tetsurou to sweet talk.

"Kuroo, have you gotten taller? I just saw you in, what, beginning of November? And don't bother with the formalities, I've known you all long enough, just call me Kaataa." I watched awkwardly as my Dad gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you all, I'm Arise. Okay let me guess, I asked Kaara a bit about you all so let's see if I'm right. So you're Kuroo obviously, which means you," she pointed at Kou, "must be Bokuto. You," she pointed at Keiji, "are Akaashi? Which means you would be Kenma. Yeah?" My dad smiled and draped his arm over her waist, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.

"Four for four, great job." She clapped her hands together excitedly, very proud of herself.

"I hope you boys are hungry, I just finished up dinner." Koutarou got excited at the mention of food alone.

"I'm going to show them where to put their bags and we'll be right back up for dinner." Arise nodded excitedly and shooed us off.

The four followed my anxious figure through the house and down the basement steps. The lights and heater still running from when I turned them on after school today.

"It looks great down here, little opus." I smiled softly, never quite prepared for compliments.

"Thank you. You can set your bags wherever you'd like, I know at the very least Koutarou wants to rush to dinner." The owl head nodded happily, a bright smile on his face.

"Bubbles?" I hummed and turned around to face Tetsurou but was met with his chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat and just stood there, not daring to look up or down. His index finger hooked under my chin gingerly and slowly tilted my head up. "What has you so anxious?" His voice was low and smooth, flowing softly as he spoke.

"I- It's nothing." He cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at me, clearly not believing a stuttered word I said.

"It's not nothing, what's bothering you?" I tugged my lip between my teeth reflexively, looking to the side to avoid eye contact. I froze, blushing bright red as he used his thumb to tug my lip free from its confines. The way my heart beat faster had me confused, not quite understanding why that happened.

"It's dumb." He shot me a pointed look and dropped his hand, my head instantly dropping. "Okay, it's just, I don't know. I haven't had any of you, let alone all of you over in four or five years and now it's just hard because Arise and Komini and I know he's gonna start something and I never had you guys over that often because it's not my safe place. It's not warm and inviting like your houses, that's why I always try and get out of the house as much as I can. Your houses and all of you make me feel safe and comfortable." I sat down on the couch, wrapping my arms around my stomach as I thought about my next words wisely. Kenma perched himself on the arm of the furniture, Koutarou claiming the seat next to me while the other two sat on the floor. "Growing up and going to Kou and Keiji's houses, I felt like I was apart of a family. I didn't feel as alone. I wasn't scared being there. When I lived at my moms, and everything was happening there, you all would let me stay the night when needed. And I always felt safe. I never felt that at my moms. Once in a while I feel it here, but not since they moved in. And Arise is great, but it feels like my moms all over again and I feel trapped. I'm not used to having people over so it makes me anxious. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see you all and I'm happy you're all here but it still makes me nervous. Plus I don't want one of you getting so annoyed you punch Komini." They chuckled at my little bit of sarcasm. Kou's large arms wrapping arm my waist as he pulled me into a sturdy hug. His chin resting on my shoulder as he lightly squeezed me in a reassuring way. "Like I said, it's dumb." The boy beside me pulled me into his lap in one motion, holding me close to his chest as he held me just a little tighter.

"It's not dumb." He mumbled into my shoulder, voice muffled but still audible. "It's a change and it's basically new for you. We know you don't do good with change and that's okay, we're just glad you tried it anyways." I couldn't stop the smallest of smiles from forming on my face, even though my reasoning was rambled and poorly worded, they still understood. "But I think we should go eat, so to the food!" We giggled at his enthusiasm, his attempt to make me laugh proven effective.

We got back to the dining room in fits of giggles, Komini now home and giving all of them glares while dad and Arise were enthused by how we came back upstairs.

"We figured we could have a slightly less structured family dinner and instead eat in the living room since we don't have enough room for everyone at the table." The boys nodded, Koutarou just excited at all the types of food. I helped Arise cook for the last two hours because I know just how much he can eat alone. So we all grabbed our plates and went out to the living room. My dad and Arise on the love seat. Komini took the chair. I sat sandwiched between Kenma and Keiji on the couch while Kou and Tets sat on the floor in front of us. "I heard all of you made it to nationals this year! Congrats! Maybe I'll get to see you play between Itachiyama's matches."

"Thank you, it was a close call but I'm just glad to have one last shot at Nationals." Komini scoffed at Tetsurou's words, the third year shooting a dark look towards him.

"Close calls a bit of an understatement." I shot a glare at him this time, making his lips fall into a flat line.

"Says who?"

"Says half the people that watched, you could barely keep a gap with them."

"Komini?" His head shot towards me. "You weren't there and don't know what you're talking about, so please don't talk about it. I can almost guarantee whoever said that to you, went to Nohebi or was there for them. Don't trust a snake." Arise and Komini sent me confused looks. "They're snakes, their captain Daishou's the biggest one. They play dirty and will purposely miss points and call it themselves to get in good with the refs. He's been like that since junior high. You should know Komini, you did play them." He looked at his plate and aggressively stabbing his food.

"Daishou? The boy in middle school who cut one of your braids?" I let out a deep breath and nodded tightly, my bent leg starting to bounce.

"Yep. He got mad because he couldn't befriend me and decided to cut one of my braids in the hallway. I don't think I wore braids to school for the rest of the year." I let out a strained laugh, something only the four boys around me picked up on. Keiji rested his left hand on my knee, hoping to help and it did a slight bit. His thumb rubbed back and forth as he easily ate his food with one hand.

"He sounds like a real piece of work. So Bokuto, Kuroo, what are your plans for after you both graduate?" My leg picked up speed again, my nerves flaring up.

"I'm going to college so I can be a pro volleyball player. I lucked out and got in on a volleyball scholarship."

"That's amazing! Congratulations! Your parents must be so proud." She didn't mean anything by it, but I could still feel the twinge of grief course through Koutarou. Without thinking, I leaned over and ruffled his gelled up hair, making him look back and beam up at me with a bright smile. "And what about you Kuroo?"

"We're both going to Tokyo Uni, I'm majoring in sports management, as much as I love volleyball, I don't want to play it for the rest of my life as a job." Arise nodded along in fascination, clearly invested in college talk.

"That's amazing, I'm sure you both will do great." They thanked her and she looked up to the two boys beside me. "Tell me a bit about yourselves! I know the bare minimum from what Kaara's told me to satiate my curiosity."

"I like volleyball but much like Tetsurou, I don't want to play it for my livelihood. I want to go into something having to do with books. I've always loved reading and hope I can turn that into my career." She smiled softly, warming up the room a little bit as she turned towards Kenma.

"I like video games. Volleyball is okay, Tetsurou got me into it growing up and I'd rather not play it, but I'm not a quitter." I shot Komini another glare as I caught him rolling his eyes.

"That's definitely admirable, Kozume." Kenma's nose scrunched at the use of his surname.

"You can just call me Kenma, I don't really do formalities." We all knew the real reason as to why he didn't but didn't comment. Komini decided to however.

"So, Kozume, you seem pretty tiny to be in volleyball." Kenma shot him a glare, the rest of the boys stiffening up.

"There are plenty of tiny players in volleyball. I don't see what your issue is."

"Just stating a fact, Kozume." I sent Komini a glare this time, brother dearest looking away out of discomfort.

"Do you guys wanna head downstairs and watch a movie? Maybe play cards again or something?" They all agreed, not enjoying Komini in the slightest and I was thankful we were all on the same page. After clearing our plates, I turned my attention to the boys again. "I'm going to grab my laptop from upstairs, if you all want to head down and start setting up the air mattress that Tets brought I'll meet you down there." They all agreed and we went our separate ways for a moment.

After grabbing my belongings, I turned and saw Komini lurking in my doorway.

"What, they need you to fight their battles now?" I scoffed and reorganized my pile for convenience.

"They're perfectly capable of defending themselves. Do you have to pick a fight whenever you see an opportunity?" He rolled his eyes at my accusation.

"What? No. I don't."

"Look, I understand you have anger issues, so I'm not pushing as to why you're so pissed off. I just want to know what happened, because I thought we were passed all this. Are we not? We talked everything through and now we're back at square one where anything I do just pisses you off." He looked angry and he was on the defensive. "Alright, well if we aren't going to talk about it, can I go? Don't really wanna keep them waiting." He kicked off of my doorway with a huff, clearly done with this weekend already.

As soon as I set my things down in the basement, Koutarou was hugging me and acting as though I was gone for years instead of minutes. I hugged the large man back, reassuring him that it was just Komini being Komini until he let go.

"I'm sorry about him trying to push your buttons, Kenma." He shrugged and curled up a bit on the air mattress. I took note that in the meantime, all of them had changed and were in there sleepwear. More specifically, lack there of for two of them. I brought my clothes down with me, not wanting to risk anyone I live with seeing my scars. "Okay, I have to change so everyone cover your eyes, please and thank you." I couldn't help but giggle when Kenma just rolled face first into the blankets and Keiji pulled a pillow over his eyes. Tets and Kou sighed in a teasing way, poking fun about how they wouldn't mind seeing me and whatnot but still covered their eyes. Or in Koutarou's case, stood in a corner.

I quickly changed into a pair of shorts first, not exactly caring if they saw me in my black bralette for half a second. I slipped on a loose fit, black crop top over that and finally told them they could uncover their eyes. As per usual, Kou looked at my thighs immediately, while Tetsurou just looked at me. More specifically, his eyes were drawn to my belly button piercing.

"I almost forgot you had that pierced, bubbles." For some reason, his words made me fluster.

"I still have to put in the rest of my earrings so you're about to see a lot more." He smirked and gestured to the small jewelry container I brought down.

With muscle memory alone, I put in all of my earrings. The boys sat and watched as I did this, seemingly mesmerized at how easy I made it look. They looked at me precariously when I jumped to wrap a blanket over my shoulders at the sound of the door opening.

"Hey sweet pea, I was just coming down to say goodnight. You kids try not to stay up too late, okay?" My dad said and I gave him a thumbs up, telling him goodnight before he went back up the stairs. I dropped the blanket with a sigh of relief and looked at the boys.

"He, uh, he doesn't know." They all nodded in turn, understanding my quarrels with people knowing. As soon as I sat down, Kenma rested his head on my thighs and I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Let's get situated before you use my thigh pillows, okay?" He groaned but rolled off, blushing brightly as I stretched, my shirt riding up a little and showing the lace bottom of my bralette resting against the top of my stomach.

"You're killing us, little atom." I looked at Tetsurou confused, not knowing what he meant.

"Button, do you not know how pretty you are?" I looked at Kenma now and shrugged, standing up so I could start fixing my spot however Kenma stood as well.

"I wouldn't say I'm ugly, but I'm not anything special. I'm not really pretty or hot or anything, I'm just average." He scoffed and his hand slipped into mine, spinning me around to face him. His other hand resting on my waist, his palm very warm on my exposed skin.

"You're pretty." I glanced up and immediately looked back down when I saw how pink he was.

"Well, you guys have to think that, we're sorta bound together for life." My voice was weak and I could tell that hit a soft spot, I immediately regretted my choice of words and wished I could take it back. Kenma placed a kiss on my forehead and I watched through my eyelashes as Keiji came over. One of his hands rested against the book on my ribs, almost making me shiver but still making my breath hitch softly. His other hand moved slowly as he tilted my chin up, making me look at him and his now shirtless chest.

"I can tell you now, it wasn't just because of the symbols showing up on our bodies. We've all thought you were ethereal the moment we met you. You just don't see it." I blushed profusely, between his words, his deep voice and his hand on his books, it made my heart beat four times harder against my chest.

"I don't see it, I'm just average. I just don't know why you guys think I'm something special when I'm not." He cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at me, a glint in his eye before he spoke again.

"And what about us? Do you think we're average or unattractive?" My blush spread up to the tips of my ears, I knew the answer but I couldn't bring myself to admit it so I simply shook my head. "And would you say that's just because of us being soulmates?" I looked away from him and instead towards a wall as I shook my head again. "Exactly. So it's not because we're soulmates, we just know how gorgeous you are." I tugged my lip between my teeth, trying my hardest to ignore the butterflies loose in my stomach. "Okay?" A small sound broke out of my throat as he rubbed his thumb over his mark and he smirked before placing a long, gentle kiss on my forehead. "Let's get ready for bed."

Without another word, I shuffled away, still bright red, and fixed up my spot. I took the couch with Kenma, that way throughout the night he wouldn't roll off while trying to sleep on me. Kou laid beside me, Keiji beside him and Tetsurou on the end of the air mattress.

There's a lot I'm going to have to think about this weekend.

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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lover of mine.

| winter soldier!bucky barnes x reader | angst | fluff |

lover of mine.

/When I take a look at my life/And all of my crimes/You're the only thing that I think I got right//I watched the world fall from your eyes/All my regrets/And things you can't forget/Light them all up/Kiss them goodbye/

“You loved him once. You can love him again.”

“I never stopped loving him. That’s what you don’t understand.”

The fellow Avengers had watched the world fall from your eyes, the joy draining from you with every headline that involved Bucky. Not only had he changed, but you had too. You became completely enthralled with your missions, pouring every waking second into the Avengers. Because if you thought about anything else, you would break.

Steve begged you to take breaks, begged you to take time off. You insisted you were fine, never wanting to be left alone with your thoughts. You didn’t want to think about the newsreels of Bucky-- the winter soldier-- wielding machine guns.

You couldn’t bear to see the love of your life slaughtering people.

“I’m not picking up Parker from school... He’s in high school, he doesn’t need me to pick him up! He can take the subway! Or use his webs!” You snapped at Stark, who stared at you impatiently.

“You need to rest. This is how you’re filling your afternoon.” Stark was insistent, and you shook your head, grabbing the keys to a Tesla.

“Steve?”

“Go, Y/N.”

You sighed and went down to the garage, driving uptown to get the teenager from school. You parked outside of the high school, leaning against the hood of your car while you waited.

You never got used to the modernity. You were like Steve and Bucky. You’d been alive in the 40s, and frozen like they were. Luckily, you’d fallen to S.H.I.E.L.D. instead of Hydra. You’d managed to stay safe with Steve, and become an Avenger, not suffering Bucky’s fate.

Before the war, you and Bucky had been married. The memories in your mind of dancing in the kitchen, jazz bars, drive-ins, and reading the Hobbit when it came out, were all raw. Before he was deployed, there was a wedding.

You’d been surrounded by flowers and your friends, celebrating the love of your life. Steve was the best man. You’d left the ceremony with Bucky in his yellow vintage car, going to the coast for your honeymoon.

You remembered the beach house, and running in the sand with your young husband. It was perfect back then, before Hydra got their hands on him. He was loving and gentle, the kind of man who danced with you in the kitchen and brought you flowers.

You remembered when he’d gone off to war. You wore his dog tags, and hung a flag in your window. You’d kissed him goodbye, tears blinding you as you tried to focus on the silver eyes that were full of adoration and love. You remembered when Steve came back, and Bucky didn’t.

There were so many memories of crying in Steve’s arms, and falling asleep with him beside you. Even when you’d moved to Stark Tower with him, even after becoming an avenger decades later, you still slept beside him. He’d listened to you sob for Bucky a million times; Steve had witnessed a lifetime of your heartbreak.

You remembered waking up from being frozen, and finding out who James Buchanan Barnes had become.

“Y/N?!” Parker’s cheerful voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he came bounding down the stairs of the high school.

“Hey kiddo. Stark sent me to get you.” You stood up off the car and hugged him. He waved goodbye to his friends and got in the passenger seat. He immediately started chattering, and you welcomed it, appreciating the distraction from the deafening silence. That was why you were fond of Parker, he was easy to be around, and he was always happy to fill the silence.

“Let’s go to Starbucks!” He announced as the two of you drove back to the tower.

“Are you joking?”

“No! It’s on me.”

“It’s on Stark,” you smirked, and Parker broke out into a wide grin.

You and Peter walked into Stark Tower a half hour later, chattering and laughing. Parker was the only one of the Avengers who cheered you up, and he never made you feel bad for not wanting to talk about Bucky. He was bubbly and warm, and always made you laugh. You were giggling at a story from his school as you went upstairs to the penthouse, unaware of what you were walking1 into.

You nearly crashed into him, stopping dead in your tracks.

“Y/N!” The voice was so familiar, and yet, you thought you’d never hear it again.

You were suffocating. The air was ripped from your lungs, and you couldn’t breathe. It felt like the earth was swaying underneath you, everything shattered.

Steve ran to you as you passed out, and Parker caught you with a shout before you hit the floor. He knelt on the marble, your head in his lap, and Steve shouted for Banner, who came running to follow you to his medical lab.

“Stevie, what’s wrong with her?!” Bucky demanded, and everyone looked at him.

“It’s the shock of seeing you.” Steve admitted, and Bucky looked like he was going to break.

“I’m better now, I’m no longer the...” he couldn’t even say it, his eyes anxious and frightened.

Bucky had spent months trying to free himself of Hydra’s psychological bonds. He was free now, motivated by the thought of coming home to you. Bucky had waited years. Now, he was home, and the second he said your name and laid eyes on him, you’d panicked and blacked out.

Steve attempted to comfort him, and even Parker, the boy he didn’t know. They tried to explain to Bucky that you were just in shock, but his heart broke.

“I took care of her, Buck. She still loves you, she always has. Just give her some time. Seeing you like that...”

“I know,” Bucky breathed.

Everyone left Bucky alone with you, giving you privacy. He sat beside the bed where you were asleep, Banner assuring everyone that you were fine, you had only fainted.

He watched you. Bucky hadn’t watched you sleep like this since the 1940s.

He was suddenly back, leaning in the doorway, the soft light pouring behind him as he drank a cup of coffee, taking in the sight of his sweet wife sleeping before he went to work. You’d glow in the golden light of the morning, your face peaceful and serene. It was so intimate back then.

Bucky sat up as you stirred, familiar eyes slowly opening. You didn’t know where you were at first, your mind running through events. You’d picked Parker up from school, stopped for a snack, and came back to the tower. And seen your husband.

You sat up suddenly, and he put his arms out, one made of vibranium. His eyes were soft, full of love, not the empty steel you’d seen on the news. Your name fell from his lips, desperate and anxious.

You jerked away at first, startled by the reality of what was happening. You were frightened, alone in the room with your husband. You scrambled back against the headboard, trying to put distance between you and his outstretched hands.

You were about to scream when you realized he looked just as frightened as you. You slowly sank back against the headboard, slowing your breathing as you stared at him.

“James?”

“It’s me, doll. I’m home.”

You didn’t know how long the silence lasted, but it felt like hours. The two of you stared at each other, and when you finally decided he wasn’t going to hurt you, you gingerly moved toward him.

“I’m free from them. It’s just me, it’s not the winter soldier anymore,” Bucky’s voice was soft, and you blinked back tears.

“It can’t be you. You were gone.” Your voice trembled as you spoke.

“I’m back now. I came back for you. I’m never going to hurt you, or anyone else again.”

“James-”

“I’m not a killer anymore.”

The plea broke your heart, the shattered boy begging you to believe him, begging you to take him back. Tears slid down his cheeks, terrified of your reaction.

“James, I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Bucky felt like he’d waited a million years to say it, and the words spread through you, filling your empty soul.

You wanted to fall into his arms, to hold him close and feel him again. You wanted all of it to happen instantly, but that’s not how it was. You needed time, time to adjust, and time to trust him again before you returned to your husband fully.

You reached out to touch his arm, and he noticed the wedding ring wasn’t around your finger. His eyes flitted up to yours, and you pulled the chain from around your neck that hid beneath your shirt. It held his dog tags, and your wedding ring. Relief flooded Bucky, and you offered a the slightest hint of a smile.

“What happened?” You asked, cautiously running your fingers along the vibranium.

“I lost my arm when I fell from the train. Steve told you?”

“A bit... you fell, he didn’t know what happened after.”

“Can I touch you?” Bucky spoke gently, understanding your hesitation and being patient.

You nodded, and his hand slowly lifted to your face, fingers brushing over the curves of your skin. You laid your hand over his, kissing the inside of his wrist. He cried softly, a smile crossing his face as he felt you, promising it wasn’t a dream.

“Bucky, we need you for a meeting.” Stark leaned into the bedroom, hours later.

“Stark, now?”

“I’m sorry. Y/N will be here when you get back.”

“I’ll wait for you.” You promised, and he nodded, the words falling heavy between you.

Bucky followed Stark out, and you sat on the bed, processing the day. Bucky had quietly explained the Hydra brainwashing, about how he was held captive in his own mind. You believed him, but it would always be hard to shake those memories of him on the news.

“Hey, we didn’t mean to just drop this on you.” Steve came inside, sitting down on the mattress.

“You couldn’t have kept from me that my husband was suddenly free and home. Is he really, though? It is him? He won’t kill me in my sleep?” You asked, and Steve gave you a sad smile.

“It is. He’s traumatized, he won’t be the same as before the war. But it’s not the winter soldier, it’s Bucky.”

You knew it was true. You knew the man before you, his heart and his soul, and you were going to grow to know his mind again.

You were curled up in bed, Steve beside you on the other side of the large mattress.

“Stevie? Y/N?” you heard a soft voice from the doorway, and you sat up in the dark. You had trouble sleeping, and you were awake when he came in during the middle of the night.

“Bucky?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Come here,” you whispered, moving over in bed, closer to Steve, who was waking from the disturbance. You didn’t fear Bucky, especially not when he looked so frightened and upset.

You lifted the blanket, and Bucky got in on the other side of the bed. You pulled him to you, silently wrapping your arms around him. You felt Steve against your back, leaning over to place his hand on Bucky’s arm, smoothing over the skin slowly to comfort him.

“You’re okay now, it’s over, my love,” you whispered, settling between the warm bodies.

Your head rested on Bucky’s chest, and you realized how long you’d spent waiting for it. You felt his lips press a kiss to the top of your head, and Steve bury his face into the back of your neck, needing to be close.

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agent-barnes40 · 2 years

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“They say she went to far this time” Part 1

SPOILERS

The Scarlet Witch & Self-Insert

Warnings: Obsession, attempted Murder

Characters: America Chavez, Wanda Maximoff, The Scarlet Witch, Tommy Maximoff, Billy Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Self-Insert

This is written with the view of 616-Wanda/The Scarlet Witch.

The Scarlet Witch stepped through the multiverse portal and launched Wanda into the wall, turning to the person covering Tommy and Billy. “Step away from my children.” She growled out, only for them to lift a curled hand putting the two boys in a bubble. The Witch tilted her head, looking toward Wanda who was on the ground next to the table. “Names Helena Harkness, Dear. I believe you have your children mistaken, Wanda.” Helena said, a shaky hand reaching up and a bubble went around the other Wanda near the table. “You thought she was The Scarlet Witch of this Universe huh?” Helena asked, disappearing before appearing behind The Scarlet Witch grabbing her orange hair and pulling her head back. “Its me.”

Wanda fought against the grip on her hair as she fought against the control in her mind. “Oh, Wanda. You got it all mistaken, you got my wife hurt, scared my children, and killed my bosses and the only people keeping me away from the world.” Helena whispered, tightening their grip on Wanda’s hair.

Wanda started to reach back, clawing at Helena’s face. “THEY ARE MY CHILDREN!” The Scarlet Witch yelled, causing the other witch to drop their normal clothing for a suit to pull The Scarlet Witch out of the house and back into her universe, barley missing America on the floor. “Sorry dear, close it back up, please. My family needs to be safe.”

Wanda Maximoff of Earth-838 scrambled for Tommy and Billy, pulling them into a protective mother bear hug, watching as America closed the portal. Tommy and Billy curled into their mother as Helena released the grip on The Scarlet Witch’s hair.

“Now, Wanda, we can speak witch to witch or we can fight this out, but this will end with you like my mother in this universe.” Helena stated as they shook out their arms, looking at the rotting corpse on the floor. “Stephen? Is that you?”

Stephen nodded and waved a hand. “Not your Stephen-” He was cut off by Wanda pressing a boot onto his face, starting to crush his rotting jaw. “Now, Witch, you can explain to me why I never saw you when I dreamed.” Wanda demanded and Helena laughed creating a couch to sit on.

“When you killed Charles, Mordo released me. The only other person that wasn't allowed into The Illuminati seeing as I was the reason my Stephen used the Darkhold. I knew Thanos was coming, I was the one holding him off on Titan, I didn't get our signature look from not using our grimoire.” Helena stood up, looking around at Wundagore’s castle. “Did you really call this place a throne? Its a castle, Wanda, and its not ours.”

Wanda grabbed Helena’s throat squeezing it. “You didn't explain, Helena.”

“Easy, I wasnt there.” Helena spat out, fazing out of Wanda’s grip. “The real reason is because I killed my mother, Agatha to protect you. After I stole The Darkhold from her, and gave it to my Stephen, thats when she learnt that my Wanda wasnt our universes Scarlet Witch, it was me.” Helena raised a hand and showed the same blackened fingertips. “The speech she gave sickened me, the one about taking the power from the undeserving. It always gave me a bad feeling.”

Wanda growled and lauched a ball of magic at Helena, who expertly evaded it. “Can’t we just talk?” Helena asked, floating in the air evading all of Wanda’s attacks. Wanda quickly looked at America, flooding the young girl’s mind to open another portal to Earth-838.

#Wanda Maximoff fanfic #Wanda maximoff & self insert #Self insert #mom spoilers #america chavez #doctor strange spoilers

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Dive Into You: Part 4.(M)

Preview: “What brings you into confession today?”

Pastor Lee’s voice sounds through the small wooden booth around you. Uncomfortably shifting in your seat when the reality of confessing your sins to the one who brought them into this world settles.

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his words.

“Separately Pastor!”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, smut, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, a little angsty

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, corruption, cheating, religious innuendos

Smut Warning: dry humping, fingering, in public setting

Intro—>

Part 1–>

Part 2–>

Part 3–>

“Oh my gosh goodness, that woman is old enough to be his mother!” Your mother gasps, hand over her chest. Haechan strutting into mass with, quite frankly a woman old enough to be his mother. Scantily clad in a tight skimpy hardly there dress. Arm securely draped around her waist. Your jaw falls open following where he leads her into a pew. Both Mark and Jeno sharing looks, back and forth between you and Haechan. Mumbling whispers erupting throughout the crowd of church-goer’s gathered.

“Isn’t that woman just a bit too mature for Pastor Lee’s son?” A voice behind you whispers. Conversations sparking around faster. Pastor Lee awestruck at the podium, slack jawed similar to you and others questioning what Haechan is doing. Your mother scoffing eavesdropping in on everyone muffling their words.

“That is just disappointing. Such a promising young man, wasting his time with an old whore like that.” She lets out a sound in dismay. Never noticing how you hide your face behind the scripture for today's mass. If you muted everyone's speaking enough, sure enough, you’d be able to hear your heartbreaking this very moment. Blinking away hot tears threatening to pass over the rims of your eyes.

Your mother may have not noticed, but that didn’t mean the altar boys missed the way you sunk into your seat. Sadness taking over your features as Haechan relaxed in the pew across from you. Arm around this woman’s shoulders, large smirk displayed. Jeno and Mark gave you many warnings, too many. Your stubborn fault for not listening…always insisting to do things your way. Maybe this was how life worked? How could you have expected a guy like Haechan to want you for more than sex?

Your eyes lift to the ominous cross hung above the altar where you let Haechan commit sin with your body. This church becoming more like a place to drag your mind through hell than anything. Ah, but what was really the point in letting yourself get upset over this? He used you, like some brainless naive idiot you danced along to the pied pipers fiddle.

With a few rapid blinks you return to stare at the floor until this dragging mass ends. Catching Jeno’s gaze before you land on the dirty brown itchy carpet. His lips part open, surprised when your eyes lock on each other. The question passing through his mind all too obvious in his stare. A silent ‘are you ok?’ that you didn’t even deserve from him.. Forcing a smile, your eyes end on the floor, defeated. What if Jeno was the angel on your shoulder that you turned a muted ear to? Turning the volume up for the devil on your other side. Consequences, that’s what the bible was all about wasn’t it? Learning your lesson and living with the aftermath.

Eve bit into the apple of temptation, you were no different.

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“Father Lee insisted we provide fruit along with baked goods. Health is wealth!” Your mother slaps an apple in your palm. Turning to greet approaching bodies with a shining bright small. Like a wire hanger was propped in her mouth.

“Watermelon! My favorite!” Mark’s brows wiggle, picking up a plate of vibrant fruit. “The fruit of salvation. You know fruit represents, pleasures.. overindulgence, temptation.”

Mark holds up a slice of bright red watermelon. Pale light in the bible room dimming it’s flavorful beauty. Admiring it as if it’s the best thing in the world. He takes a large bite, avoiding seeds. Juice spilling down his chin, speaking between chews- “Can’t always agree with the bible I guess.”

“That’s shocking coming from you..” you look at the apple in hand. Thumb rubbing over a bruise developed on the red yellow coating.

“Nothings perfect right? Only God is perfect. Look at that apple, bruised but still serves a purpose. Sort of like us, we have our flaws but we’re doing our best.” Mark shrugs, devouring the rest of his watermelon.

“You’re pretty logical when you’re not quoting Samael 6:66 all the time.” You smile, earning the jaw drop from Mark as expected.

“Now that is just blasphemous, you little harlot!” Mark scoffs. Damn finger waving about in front of your nose. “Jesus said..”

“Save the quote, I’m not seeing the gates of heaven anytime soon.” You quietly interrupt Mark. Setting down the apple with the other fruits. Some more pristine then others, none perfect. How could perfection be defined anyway..

“I’m pretty sure my invitation to the sky above got revoked years ago.” Perfection spoke up. Jeno standing by, catching the tail end of your conversation. Hands shoved into the pockets of his tight black jeans. Form hugging black t-shirt tucked in. Defined trimmed waist leading down to sculpted long legs. Physique of a God if you’d ever seen one.

“Gods for sure not the only perfect being..” you mumble under your breath. Mark and Jeno’s eyes both lifting to you curiously. Smiling, shrugging off a response. “Well I’m sure you redeemed yourself with all that bible camp stuff. God loves shit like that.”

“Does he now?” Jeno’s arms cross over his chest. Forehead wrinkling in surprise. Mark muttering into another bite of fruit how you needed to stop cursing all the time.

“He doesn’t communicate with me, but I’d imagi-…” Haechan’s loud laughter cuts your speech off. Entering the room with that woman old enough to be his mother. Pulling them closer to the table filled with coffee, pastries, fruits. Shifting side to side anxiously as they near, stomach bubbling in.. embarrassment? Was it because Mark and Jeno knew?..or could at least assume very well.

“Aw nono, you already changed out of your cute little altar boy get up? Wanted to introduce my girl to my cute innocent little brother. Now you just look like hot topic threw up on you or something.” Haechan pokes at Jeno. Smirk plastered across his face. Jeno’s ‘fuck off’ reply coming in like garbled words.

My girl?! My girl? All of a fucking sudden? Hag. Haechan wasn’t even sparing you a glance. If he was trying to make it clear there was nothing between the two of you- he didn’t need to try much harder. Accepting the situation the best to your abilities or not wasn’t going to stop the rush of tears attempting to streak down your face. A quick spin had you racing out of the church, Jeno’s neck snapping catching sight of your back exiting.

“You’re such a dick Haechan.” Shoving past his older brother, Jeno pushes past a few bodies. Running out of church behind you.

“I didn’t watch the porn because there was a watermelon in it…BUT there was a watermelon in it…” Mark’s eyes lift expecting to see you and Jeno. Too engrossed in his favorite snack. Haechan staring at him dumb founded.

“This is exactly why I don’t believe in God.” Haechan’s head shakes, teeth clicking. Nudging the woman at his side to agree with him. “He’s my distant cousin. Emphasis on distant.”

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“Hey! Wait up!” Jeno catches up to you easily. Long legs sprinting out faster than you were moving. Hand wrapping around your arm, revealing your wet tear stained face with a turn. His face instantly falling, chest moving up and down returning to a regular breathing pace.

“It’s ok..” hands lift covering your face. You should be accustomed to this sensation of embarrassment by now. Hunching in, sobbing harder the more it settles in. Humiliating deeper because it wasn’t some secret you could live with. Jeno knew exactly how easily you walked into his brothers trap.

His hands shook, staying still in the air near your head. Internally resisting the immediate urge to comfort you. Arms dropping, hands flopping down by his sides. Lips pursing annoyed he couldn’t bring himself to even touch you. The fact was- you weren’t interested in him. You were another broken girl, crying at his feet over Haechan. Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, from watching you break down. From knowing why you were in such pain. Who knew either way, Jeno wasn’t going to admit it.

“I can.. take you home..”

His delicate rasp reaches your ears past muffled cries. Pouting, rubbing your palms across wet heated cheeks. Reminding yourself in the back of your mind how you probably looked like shit. The last way you’d prefer for Jeno to see you, not that it mattered.

“Don’t wanna go home..” you sigh into your hands, shoulders shaking trying to control yourself. “Dad’s home..”

Jeno looks around, eyes falling on his bike under a large tree. Shaded from the bright daytime sun. Mouth lifting to one side, he could take you to the diner? The book shop was closed on Sundays to prioritize mass.. or maybe..

“I got a place..” Jeno pulls your wrist. Sad face reveal causing another type of tight clench in his chest. “Come with me.”

Gently leading you toward his bike, unclasping the helmets attached along the back. The memory of riding attached to his back still drawing impure thoughts to your mind. No idea who you even were anymore. Riding around on the back of an attractive boys motorcycle. Losing your virginity in church of all places.

Arms circling around his flat stomach. Jeno smelled nice, clean and fresh. Nothing too strong, your nose tempted to dive in with a deep inhale. Opting to rest your chin on his broad upper back where it dipped down the middle. Not bothering to question where he was going to take you, grateful he even cared.

He cared.

“What is this place?” You cautiously stepped forward. Looking down the ledge of the cliff Jeno had brought you to. Setting the helmets back on the bar attached at the end of his bike.

“I guess I come here to get away.” He shrugs, moving to stand by your side. “Small town, not many places to go. It’s hard when you’ve lived here all your life, everyone thinks they know you..”

“Yea..” guilt gnaws away at your gut. You were no different from everyone else. Like your mother looking at Jeno with preconceived notions, judgement. “It’s hard when you’re the town pastor’s son, I can only imagine..”

“Pft.. cause he’s so innocent. Somehow brain washed everyone into forgetting he cheated, knocked up my mom while still married to Haechan’s..”

“Oh…” scuffing your boots nervously against dirt. Sparing glances Jeno’s way. Chiseled jaw having you ready to swoon like some sad teenager passing her crush in the hallway. Mind so far away distracted, screaming at yourself that Jeno’s trying to have a deep conversation with you. “I didn’t uh…know that about your dad.”

“He just lucked out my mom didn’t tell anyone about the church intern fresh out of high school that she filed divorce papers over..” Jeno says, removing his jacket. Holding it open for you with a questioning look. Your eyes widen, immediately caving in a moment of weakness. Allowing him to drape the material around your shoulders. Fresh scent engulfing your sense of smell.

“You’re really.. nice Jeno. Considering everything, I have to admit I expected you to be more like Haechan..” you express, pulling the jacket around yourself tighter.

“We aren’t that different, growing up together will do that. Someone has to be the scapegoat, unfortunately it’s always me. Typical younger sibling syndrome right?” Jeno rubs his exposed arm, muscle tank revealing bits of tattoo. You nod to his words, unable to picture Jeno and Haechan getting along like two loving brothers.

“Your tattoo… your dad doesn’t know about it right?” You inquire, returning to topic back to Jeno. Ready to forget his brothers existence, at least for the time being.

“Oh yea..he’d probably ship me off to Jerusalem, peace core or some shit.” Jeno laughs, pushing the loose cut off sleeve up. Further exposing the evil creature blaring into your vision.

“Why a demon?”

“Why not right? I lost my faith in religion when my dad kept coming up with new excuses for why his sins were forgiven. God isn’t real anyway.” Jeno finishes. Eyes narrowing, expecting a reaction from you.

“I think you’re right actually..” you nod, softly smiling. Awestruck eyes staring into yours, satisfied. “..I should probably get home. Didn’t even tell my mom I was leaving. She’s gonna be so pissed..”

“Ah yea..can’t have that. She’s pretty intense huh?” Jeno scratches his throat anxiously. The voice in the back of his mind yelling at him to do something now. “..I’ll take you home.”

You take languid drawn out steps together. Tension surging between your bodies like electric shocks. Jeno reaching for his helmet. Fingers hesitating to open the clasp.

“Can I ask you something?” he looks away, teeth digging at his bottom lip. Was that nerves?

“Of course” you promptly respond, bouncing on your toes.

“If Haechan..hadn’t.. I don’t know, gotten to you first..” Jeno cringes. Focusing his eyes on the ground. Ending his curiosity there, struggling with his hope that you’d ever like him.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow, moving in, closing the space between your bodies. Jeno’s eyes meet yours, giving away the intent behind his question. “..you..why are you asking? You don’t..”

“It’s nothing, forget it.” Jeno’s head shakes, realization hitting you. Guys like Jeno never gave you the time of day..

“Would you have?” Boldly your hand lands on his, pulling fingers away from the helmet. Still wearing his jacket, could you be more oblivious?

“I wanted to..” those words are all it takes. Pushing up on your toes, lips smashing on his. Fever like heat raising your confidence to go for it. Jeno’s been good to you- the cold demeanor a cover up for how painfully shy you make him.

Hands find your hips, pressing you against the seat of his bike. Ass digging into the warm leather, jacket falling from your shoulders. Jeno kissing you back needy, full of desperation, loud breaths passing through his nose. Finger nails scraping the material of your dress, gathering the fabric up. Skin rubbing on the sun kissed bike under you. He presses in, tongue flicking out, asking for permission to enter. Fisting the cotton shirt on his chest in a wrinkled mess. Mouth parting so fast, too fast. Wet tongues eagerly meeting, rolling against the roof of your mouth.

Jeno’s groans are hot, raspy and deep. Affecting you quickly, sinking back on the bike when his hips roll between your thighs. Hard on tenting angrily in tight jeans. Grinding against your soaking core.

“God I..” Jeno mumbles on your lips, lapping spit across your mouth. His own pouting out cutely, blood tinted lips shining in outdoor light. “I really…whoa..fuck..”

“Jeno..” your arms lift, wrapping around his neck. Bringing your bodies together impossibly close. Pained moan trapped in his throat, thrusting in anguish. Craving to bend you over on his bike, slap your ass and fuck you until you can’t even remember his brothers name.

Jeno’s thumb shoves between your wet mouth, tongue swirling around. Groaning louder with another crushing thrust. Cock screaming for release, working up a faster speed. Demanding movements bouncing you on the bike. Eyes falling shut sucking at his thumb, picturing the length prodding at your walls sitting heavy in your mouth instead. Both of you growing needier with each dry hump against each other. Calves finding Jeno’s hips, lifting yourself up writhing against the hard fabric of his worn jeans.

“You feel so good..fuck..” Jeno captures your upper lip, sucking harshly. Hips growing furious, thigh muscles flexing tightly. Dragging sweet panted moans out of you, thumb opening your mouth. Saliva drooling past both of your lips messily, chins coated in each other.

“Please..” you whimper, pleading. Unsure what you could be begging for. Jeno nods reassuringly, gripping the back of your neck. Hand falling from your mouth, finding space between your legs. Drenched underwear shoved aside, sliding long fingers up and down. Catching your wetness, palm covered, landing loudly on your mound. Jeno finding your clit, pressing down hard. Surprised scream releasing from your chest. Tongue covering your exposed neck, nipping at dips.

“Can I?” Jeno’s fingers prod your opening up entrance. Head nodding rapidly, eyes wide. Gliding past your convulsing walls. Groaned curses repeating from his lips, finding way deep inside of you. Slender pretty hands working you to a heightened pleasure. Jeno continuously licking around your jaw, catching parted lips in bites. Hard enough to leave you a swelling pained mess, lips pursing out asking for more.

He lets your neck go, face dropping, forehead hitting his shoulder. Tattoo coming to life so close up, licking the expanse inked skin. Jeno grits his teeth, whimpering with squeezed eyes. Hand squeezing your hip, fingers jabbing in and out. Thumb circling your clit with expertise, nothing innocent in his touches.

He squirms on your thigh, member begging to fuck you open. Resisting to need for himself, fully focused on getting you off. Enjoying the way your eyes roll, tongue hung out letting your mind succumb to his touches.

Your hips jump up, wriggling into the thrusts of his fingers. Reaching far deep within, hitting every delicious spot. Lips landing together in a bruising sloppy kiss, muffling strained moans. Jeno’s thumb pressing down just right on your clit, precise fingers hitting where you need him in repeated motions. Trembling around him, walls gripping tightly. Jeno’s motions slowing down, letting the climax high wash over you. Softly tracing kisses atop your burning cheeks, staggering down to your neck. Soft nips turning into hard bites, leaving marks of himself behind.

“I..” Jeno’s forehead rolls over yours, skin dragging against his. Nose nudging gently at you, nerves still clouding his sense. Hard breaths landing on your face, eyes finding yours, mind returning back to you. “I want.. I like you.. I need…..I want..to take you out, like…date out...”

You nod a bit too excited, nose hitting his. Jeno’s stressed words making you clench up around his fingers yet again. Another pained groan blended into a sigh sounding around you. “I want that so bad Jeno.. I really want you.”

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“What brings you in to confession today?”

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his spit.

“Separately Pastor!” You shriek out. Fingers stopping your lips, wondering if Pastor would recognize your voice. It’s not as if you spent time speaking to each other much..

“Well..” Pastor Lee’s throat clears, adjusting the collar tightening around his neck. “That’s..good to hear. Are you planning to wed one of these men?”

“Wed?! Like marry?” Your forehead creases, thinking it over. It was way too early to even consider such a thing. “I’m not pregnant pastor!”

“That’s…that’s good news my child.” Pastor audibly swallows. Sweat gathering at his hairline. “You..wish to know what the bible has to say about this?

“Am I going to hell if I choose to…have intercourse with both of them? I’ve only slept with one..”

“Only?” The pastor sounds flabbergasted. Gulping down another loud breath of air. “You won’t go to..hell over this. You need to repent for your mistakes none the less. God is good, and forgiving.”

“So, I’m not going to hell right?” Your frazzled tone sounds around the booth. Growing frustrated the longer he skirts around your questions.

“Yes my child, of course God does, but!-…”

“….God forgives all right? Like…God will love and forgive me even if I do happen to…somehow…you know..fornicate with uhm..” you chew on your thumb nail, catching yourself ready to say- ‘your sons’. “..siblings?”

Pastor Lee becomes frantic on the other side of the confessional booth. Fingers quickly turning through thin pages of his bible. Murmuring sounds of ‘uhm’ between, buying extra time to find an explainable excuse for why you absolutely should not do such a thing.

“Now my child.. yes God loves you, of course. I cannot say he would approve of you doing this! What about the brothers bond you could end up destroying?? That would be greed and lust! Those are sins child, sins!” Pastor Lee exasperates. Patting a handkerchief along his sweating forehead. Small towns hardly ever brought him confessions this extreme.

“Pastor, did you not have sex out of wedlock once too?.. more than once! With two different women! Does God approve of that?” You sit up straight. Hand slapping over your mouth after speedily replying. Shit, God probably didn’t care much for this conversation, that’s for damn sure..

“Child of God! now..” the pastor continues, avoiding your accusations. “Are you going to go through with this regardless of what excerpt from the bible I give you?”

“Yes father…I believe so..I really like this guy..” you timidly say. The thought that the pastor could have you in mind making your stomach turn.

“Well then..” with a heavy dissatisfied sigh, Pastor Lee continues. “Twenty hail Marys and Fifty our fathers should do it.”

“Fifty?!” your mouth falls open, disbelief stricken by the idea of sitting here for the next three hours repeating prayers.

“Make that seventy child. Ten for each seven deadly sin.”

You pause for a moment, hand on the door knob ready to exit. Mouth gaped considering asking what the bible says about losing your virginity in church. A minute of contemplation later, you decide it’s best to add another fifty hail Mary’s.

“Thank you so much Pastor Lee!”

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It felt a little scary, but fun, getting ready for your date with Jeno. Of course you still wanted to leave an impression, even with his confession.

Repeating it in your mind over and over again: A. Date. With. Jeno.

Holy fucking shit. What alternative universe had you stumbled into moving to live here. Maybe the best way to get over someone really was by getting under someone else…younger brother and all. God had to be real if this was how your love life was playing out.

Walking up to Jeno, he was a complete vision. Black messy hair pointing different directions, as if he just ruffled it and said ‘good enough’. Leather jacket all too tight over his defined rippling biceps, like a second skin. Silver chain necklaces shining under the sunset across the orange red sky behind him. Hoops adorning his ears making the sparkle in his eyes come to life. The large steel ball chain necklace catching your eye against his pale thick neck. Imagining him on top of you coated in a sheen of sweat. Cold chains dangling down on your skin..

“Isn’t this… your brothers car?!?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of sockets asking the question. Drawn out of the quick fantasy you’d almost drifted into. The cherry black trans am practically glowing behind Jeno.

“It is, isn’t it..” Jeno’s smile lifts into his eyes. Fingers waving around a set of keys mid-air. “Who do you think Haechan learned how to pick pocket from? Still no match to the king.”

Jeno unlocks the car, opening up the passenger door for you. Surprising you first with his tattoos.. now this. Maybe he wasn’t the innocent cute younger brother you’d perceived him as all this time.

The engine sounded alive, Jeno pulling out of your driveway. Better looking than any heart throb you’d see on some terrible basic cable teen drama. Arm reaching around the space between your bodies. Other stretched in front of him. Long fingers attached to pretty veins flexing around the spinning steering wheel. All he had to do was grab your thigh to set you bursting up in flames. Stealing subtle looks at him picturing the tattoo adorning his perfectly sculpted shoulder.

“Haechan doesn’t know you borrowed his car I’m guessing? Won’t he be mad?” You wonder out loud. Jeno’s smile spreading into his cheeks. Eyes squinting under the low sun coming through the windshield. Relaxed in the drivers seat making way down the empty road. Arm closest to you splaying out, fingers wrapping around your exposed leg. Shivers shooting up your heat from where his large palm covers the majority of your visible mid-thigh.

“That’s the plan.”

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ashtheshortstack · 2 years

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beautiful disaster - ch 3

Rating: M

Ship: Kyoru

Chapter 3/5: “I don’t mind.”

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Learning intimacy, Virgin Dorks, Post-Curse, Manga/Anime Spoilers

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It’d been a week since he and Tohru’s last… Well, whatever that was. It didn’t feel like… sex. Not that he didn’t want to have sex with Tohru. God, he did. But he wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. Was he ready for that? Whatever they were doing it was… It was intimacy, he guessed. The stolen glances and blushes they’d shared since those little escapades made his heart stutter in his chest.

Kyo wasn’t sure if Shigure knew exactly what was occurring…He was barely at the house these days, instead being at the main house with Akito. (Because leaving teenagers at home alone in a newly formed relationship was a great idea.) But Kyo was almost positive that Yuki knew. From the way that damn rat would clear his throat when Tohru gazed up at Kyo with those big, brown eyes like he hung the moon, Kyo could only assume the worst. He knew Yuki and Tohru had a different relationship. Yuki loved her, but not in the way Kyo did.

As if Yuki had the right to judge him! Kyo damn well knew that the bastard had already gotten laid before him. Pretty sure Yuki’s girlfriend was just as touch-starved as him.

(...As if Kyo wasn’t touch-starved as well…but that wasn’t relevant. Nope.)

There were times that Kyo was absolutely certain that Yuki was intentionally cock blocking him. Any moment Kyo got Tohru alone in her room or his, there was that damn rat knocking on the door. Asking some bullshit questions like if Tohru needed tutoring or if they just wanted takeout for the night. Ugh.

Despite that, Kyo still enjoyed every second he got to spend with the love of his life. She was like a puppy that followed him around every chance she got. At school, he’d usually hear the patter of her shoes running towards him before she even called his name. Holding her was… nice. It wasn’t something he was used to given the curse. He didn’t open his arms to give hugs or have a first instinct of wrapping his arms around her. But Tohru did. There were times she’d purposely sneak up behind and wrap her arms around his waist, face nuzzling into his back. The touch would send heat pooling inside him.

God, he wanted her. Wanted her so badly. In every sense of the word. But he was hesitant. Clearly, it was hard to have a moment alone recently. He didn’t want to force her into anything. Nor force himself. Kyo wanted to be ready for whatever the next step was. Besides, if her weirdo friends caught wind that he didn’t pleasure her properly, they’d probably skin him alive. Which he wasn’t really on board with.

Kyo had decided blowing off steam was the best course of action and figured helping his father teach a class at the dojo was a great way to do just that. When Tohru had insisted upon watching him, he wanted to argue. The thought of her sitting there watching him was kinda embarrassing… but he couldn’t say “no” after she had pleaded in such a soft tone.

Once the dojo was empty and Kazuma had wished them a good evening to go have dinner, he and Tohru were left alone in the room. Kyo felt chuckles bubble out of his chest as Tohru babbled praises about his teaching.

She sat on her knees, punching the air with horrible form as she attempted to mimic his efforts. “The movements were so quick! Like this and that!”

Kyo snorted and took a seat next to her, lifting a knee and resting his arm on it. “Maybe, you should leave the martial arts to me.”

“Yeah…” she laughed softly. “I’m probably not any good.”

Cocking a brow, he gave her a gentle smile. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Right! But not everyone can be as talented as Kyo,” she replied with a shrug.

“Now, you’re just trying to flatter me,” he scoffed.

Tohru smiled and scooted closer to him, putting her hand over his own that sat on the wooden floor. Her shoulder bumped his before he spoke again.

“Uh, I’m pretty sweaty so I might not–uh–smell the best.”

Humming, she gazed up at him. “I don’t mind.”

Kyo loved being with her like this. He loved that they could just talk . About anything and everything. But he also loved that all silence with her was comfortable. They took comfort in just being in contact with one another. Maybe, Tohru was a little touch-starved herself since her mother passed. He loved holding her hand, leaning on one another, gentle kisses to her head or cheek. She never stopped him… in fact her cheeks would just flush and she’d smile which made his heart flutter every time.

It took him a moment to realize… they were alone. Completely alone.

Maybe, Tohru had the same realization around the same moment. Her cheeks were rosy when she gazed up at him with pure adoration. Kyo immediately repositioned himself to hover over her and cupped her cheek, thumb running along her skin as he nearly closed the distance between them. He wanted to make sure she was okay with this. Kissing in a new environment, somewhere a little more risky than one of their bedrooms.

“Kyo…” she breathed.

That was all he needed to press his lips against her own. This kiss was chaste at first, as per usual for the two of them. But the kiss escalated quickly. Kyo slanted his lips against hers, his fingers threading into hair as her hands came up to caress his cheeks.

They’d never done this… Never acted in the heat of the moment. It was exciting and nerve-wracking all at once. But all Kyo felt was intense burning inside of him. A desire for her consumed him from the inside out. His free hand grabbed her waist, tugging her impossibly closer until she was on her knees in his lap. Heated making out while she straddled his waist was new too… but he wasn’t gonna complain at all. Detaching from her waist, he leaned weight back on his hand. Tohru leaned into him further, seeming to enjoy this new position of power over him. He’d let her do anything she wanted.

Kyo could feel the straining in his pants and idly wondered if Tohru could too. She’d already touched him before, felt this before. Surely, she knew what she was doing to him. Was she affected the same way?

He soon got his answer when she pressed against him. He could feel her warmth through her panties… Fuck… Thank God for skirts. Kyo did his best to encourage her, lifting his hips to meet hers. When she gasped against his mouth, it only egged on his actions.

“Kyo… Can I…?”

“Yeah, whatever it is. Yes.”

Well, Tohru grinding on him wasn’t exactly what he thought he was agreeing to, but when her hips rolled against him, he decided he was totally fine with it. Kyo detached from her to catch his breath, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her neck. She whimpered. His hand on her waist slowly traveled upwards, boldly cupping one of her breasts through her uniform. Fuck, he just wanted to touch her.

Tohru pressed core against him a little rougher in response, making him sigh at the jolt of pleasure that washed through him. Kyo didn’t know how he’d gotten so close so quickly. Maybe from being so pent up from Yuki’s constant interference. Shit, his whole being was on fire, filled with thoughts of Tohru. Just her. Just Tohru. But he couldn’t just cream his pants without getting her off. That just wouldn’t do.

He sat up quickly, planting his hands firmly on her ass, shocking Tohru with a yelp. Kyo grinded upward, making her release a pretty moan that took his breath away. He guided her hips, encouraging her movements to become more erratic. The small huffs and whines that bubbled past her lips told him she was getting closer and closer. Her lips were on his again when he felt her shudder against him. Her hips slowed, the friction lessening but it was enough for Kyo to join her in bliss.

“Fuck, I love you,” he signed.

Tohru pressed her forehead to his, panting in a failed attempt to catch her breath. “I love you, too.”

Holy shit, they just did that.

They just dry humped on the dojo floor.

And Kyo didn’t regret a single second of it…

Well, except maybe the mess in his pants but whatever.

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa

Pairings: Iwaizumi X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: domestic fluffy sleepiness

Author’s Note: Another one

Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Atsumu, Osamu // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kita, Kuroo // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kenma, Bokuto

gif from @rivaillerose 💛

Iwaizumi:

He was physically crushing you

Did you care? Not at all

This was Hajime, a soon to be athletic trainer, someone who seemed intimidating with his muscles and overall beefiness

But here he was

Here was your hajime that melted anytime you called him cute or any other cutesy, mushy gushy nickname

He was a puddle in your arms and he didn’t care what he looked like - as long as no one else besides you or the dog saw

Even your guys’ dog was the same as him — an intimidating Rottweiler, muscular, growl so low that would make those that didn’t sit right with him, scurry far far away

His name was Zilla, short for Godzilla named by Hajime yet he was such a puppy whenever you were around, his tail wagging like crazy as he nuzzled his snout against your legs, whining whenever you went away for even just a few minutes, waiting by the door until you returned home from wherever

Yep, they were two peas in a pod

And as Hajime laid on you, Zilla laid beside you on the bedroom floor, the two of them fast asleep

Your legs tangled beneath the sheets on the gloomy day outside as rain trickled down from the clouds, tapping the windows and rooftops all throughout the city

You brushed your fingers through his hair, slowly scratching the base of his scalp as he snored lightly into your shoulder, his cheek squished against you, making his lips all pouty

No matter what angle you saw him in whenever he slept on you, you could never bring yourself to make the smile on your face falter

For someone who looked so beefy, you never knew they could look so soft at the same time yet here he was

Whenever you moved just the slightest bit, readjusting the blankets or pillows, he woke just the slightest, lifting his head off of you until you were ready and patted his head down against your body again

You held him closer, squishing him into your arms even if it didn’t feel like much to him

a slight, sleepy smile spread on his lips, his face showing he was in true bliss while he slept on you

Domestic:

The fire crackled in the fireplace behind the iron gate while you sat on the couch on the ground beside the coffee table and Zilla at your feet, fast asleep while your fingers rapidly typing away at your laptop, finding the recipe you needed so you could make some agedashi tofu, a favorite of Hajime’s

Your little girl crawled about around the couches, staring out the windows seeing the tufts of snowflakes fall onto the snow covered ground, already a couple inches high

She was so small yet she saw so much of the world, it felt like she could fit the world and the universe in those eyes

You made sure to keep her away from the fireplace, not letting her get too close, steering her away, giving her one of her favorite toys, or to even hold her in your lap while you watched numerous videos of others making the tofu

though after about an hour or so, as the snowflakes only got bigger, she no longer had any interest for the things floating silently to the ground as she crawled down the hall, the baby gates keeping her from falling down the stairs or bumping into the taller dining room table

“D/N?” you looked up, finding your little girl’s legs disappearing into the room where Hajime slept soundly, his snores kind of echoing louder into the hall now that the door was cracked wider

she let out such a pure sounding giggle as her wide eyes fell upon her sleeping father as he laid flat on the futon fast asleep

she crawled faster, her little hands making little thumping noises against the plush covers he slept under as she crawled and climbed onto his sleeping body

until she finally did it

she had successfully made her way to the top of his chest, laid right on him, a smile of wonder spreading over her chubby cheeks as she slowly rose and fell as Hajime breathed

Hajime was still undisturbed as he slept, catching up on the hours of sleep he had missed, practically unbothered by the slightly extra weight added onto him by his little girl

that was until she made her way toward her sleepy father, reaching her little hand to his chin, doing her best to grab him, though it would be quite some time before she could properly hold his face

she continuously patted his chin until he woke

it took a moment as his eyed adjusted to the sight of his baby girl, a chuckle escaping his chest as he smiled, his eyes drawing into lines

“Hi, mochi,” his voice raspy from sleep as she cooed, her smile contagious, cheeks so chubby, Hajime just wanted to bite them

like mochi

she adorable tilted her head side to side, shying away from the loving eyes of her papa as he tickled her, poking her puffy cheeks with his finger, getting her to easily fill the room with her giggles every time he did it

“Wanna sleep with papa?” he hummed as he sleepily looked to her, a yawn escaping him as he reached his head up to peck a kiss to her face before he turned to his side, laying his little girl beside him, beneath the warm covers of his futon

“nap time, moch,” he chuckled to himself as the two of them stared at each other before he gently blew a raspberry into her cheek

her cheeks were just too irresistible to him

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Sakusa:

His footsteps sounded through the bathroom as you stood, brushing your teeth, your hair still damp from your shower, the mirrors steamy

Kiyoomi stood behind you, his figure towering through the foggy mirror

His movements faltered before he gave in, snaking his hands from behind you, around you, letting his chest melt to your back

“You smell good,” he said but subtly sounded bubbly as he buried his face into your shoulder, bending his back to a “C” shape so he could match your height

You only smiled through the mirror as he began to sway side to side slowly while you brushed your teeth, finishing

“I did just shower, Omi,” you smiled up to your curly haired husband

The two of you paused in place as you looked up to him, adoring his features as he did the same to you, something neither of you could never get over - the fact that you two had each other

“Mmhm,” he cuddled himself even closer like a kitten when you were fresh out the shower

Your skin and body was so warm, so fresh and clean and he could hold you without letting any of his fears interfering

He stood beside you, just standing awkwardly with you in the bathroom before he followed you out to the bedroom

The two of you got into bed but before you could really settle, you were suddenly pulled into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you, his body curving to match against yours

“Aren’t you cuddly tonight,” you murmured as you turned your head back to the best of your abilities turning so you could face him

“I’m tired,” he matched your volume in the darkness

“Sleepsies,” you brushed your fingers through his hair, getting a relaxing sigh from him as he hummed in agreement

“Sleepsies,” his voice barely audible

“Goodnight,” you smiled into his chest

He held you close to him, a scenario your high school self could have imagined with the Sakusa Kiyoomi

Omg was always distant, known to be quite handsome yet no one ever had a chance with him

So many others thought he would never be with him, that no one would be good enough for him but he was a great volleyball player

And now you were a Sakusa too

Domestic:

The sun kept him warm as he laid beneath the open blinded windows as the summer rays cast down into the living room, right onto Omi as he laid on his back, his arm draped over his eyes now that he got to relax

The house had been cleaned through his monthly sanitization day

The past few days were making his skin itch but now - it was all okay

Birds chirped in the neighborhood, outside in the distance, it was a beautiful day

The house was oddly silent as he laid on the couch, his chest slowly rising and falling

But before he could fall asleep, let his energy recharge, just before he drifted off, the smallest sounding steps approached the couch and then stopped right beside him

Omi slowly lifted his arm, turning his head to take a peek at what could be happening but he had an inkling of who it could be

And he was right

He saw his little girl, her teddy in hand as she stood beside the couch, her chin just able to reach the couch cushion

Her beady eyes looked up to him, cheeks round, her lips almost in a pout as she stood looking up to him to the best that she could, the sun shining into her eyes

“What is it, pum?” He lifted his hand, blocking the sun from hurting her eyes

His little girl was observant, kept to herself, speaking up when asked or when she didn’t like something or if something didn’t go her way

She was just like him

She blinked looking up to him before she raised her arms, her teddy in her hand waiting patently to be lifted

“You wanna nap with me?” a smile cracked onto his lips

and all she did was nod

“Mmhm,” he complied as he sat himself up, scooping his little girl, pushing out a yawn as he laid back down as D/N made herself comfortable on top of him before cuddling close into his side in between him and the couch

she hugged her teddy close in her arms while Sakusa laid sort of on his side, turned toward her at a slight angle

from the perspective of anyone else if they entered the living room, they would only see Kiyoomi’s back, and only stepping closer would they see his little girl cuddled close, the two of them fast asleep together in the summer sun as it shined in through the window

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