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They Are Mine // Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Summary: They were harmless, they just wanted to be friends with the Marauders nothing more... right? What happens when three Ravenclaws become suspiciously too close with your boyfriends?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, foursome, jealousy, anxiety, threatening/violence, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), squirting, edging, praise kink, rough sex, creampie, holding down whilst being fucked :), begging, no use of y/n.

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It was the first day of Spring and for once the weather had been blessed with beautiful sunshine that beamed over the Scottish Mountains surrounding Hogwarts. However, it was not the golden light that awoke you from slumber, it was in fact the tickle of lips caressing your cheek and soft hair falling into your face.

“You can’t sleep forever darling” those precious lips mumbled against your skin, wondering lower to your exposed neck, the sensation making you moan as he eased over the spot that had your insides spiralling.

“Just five more minutes Siri”, you were finally able to whisper, hands finding their way out of the quilt that covered you and into the shoulder-length strands of hair on Sirius’ head, fingers idly stroking through.

Luckily today was also Saturday which meant that you were not being forced to be out of bed for lessons anytime soon and therefore, you were going to stay in bed for as long as possible before hunger called for you.

Sirius paused his movements, shifting his weight as he hovered above you on the bed, humming deeply as he pecked your lips once, then twice before rolling off the bed completely. “Don’t be too long, everyone is meeting for that picnic by the lake later”, Sirius reminded you as he walks towards the door, having already been up for a while and changed, as well as the other two in the room who was watching the interaction with soft smiles.

“I’ll be there!” you shouted after him, eyes still tightly closed as both arms relaxed back into the bed.

This didn’t last long however as a hand tenderly gripped your jaw, tilting your face to one side so James could give you a kiss must deeper to Sirius, both moaning at the sensation and from the wet drip on your forehead, you could tell his hair was still freshly wet from a recent shower. “Don’t forget you owe me a fly around later at the lake”.

“I think you’ll find I never agreed to that James” you reminded him with a smile, turning onto your side so you could bury your face into the warm pillow, listening to James chuckle as he too left with Sirius. The dormitory remained quiet after this as you waited for the last of the Marauders to come and say good morning but the minutes ticked by and you had the odd sensation that you were being watched causing a light sprinkle of goosebumps to graze over your skin.

Not wanting to wait anymore you finally peeked one eye open, looking around the room illuminated by the natural light beaming through the window. At first, everything looked normal and out of place and you even thought that maybe he had gone down earlier this morning and didn’t wait for you to wake.

Then as you inched forward across the bed, you finally caught sight of Remus behind one of the bed posts, leaning against the wall opposite to the bed you were in, his hands in his pockets, gaze softly mapping over your face. Instantaneously it felt as if there were butterflies tumbling in your stomach at the look he was giving you, even after all this time being with the Marauders, they still had you thoroughly wrapped around their fingers. A nervous smile stretched across your face as you lifted a hand out for him, wanting for him to come over and he immediately pushed off of the wall and took your hand, kissing it before sitting on the side of the bed.

Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said as he leaned in to sweetly kiss your lips, both releasing breaths you hadn’t even realised that you’d been holding. This moment you wish could have lasted forever but he was soon pulling away with one final kiss on your temple before leaving you to grin into your pillow, and attempting to have those few extra minutes of rest before the day began properly.

Another hour passed before you found the motivation to leave the warmth of the bed to shower and dress comfortably, even though it was sunny there was still a slight chill in the air. The school seemed more sparse people than usual as everyone seemed to be outside and enjoying the Spring air which you were looking forward to doing too but the plan was to meet everyone in the Great Hall first, make sure that everyone had everything ready for the picnic and walk to the lake from there.

You found yourself smiling once more as you could hear laughter coming from the Hall but as you entered and found your group of friends at the table, the happiness was soon replaced by a sour, hot sensation.

It had been happening for a while, a group of Ravenclaw girls had suddenly started mixing with the Gryffindors and usually it wouldn’t make you think twice but they seemed to have found a particular interest in James, Sirius and Remus. At first, you didn’t think anything of it, ignorance is bliss for you when it came to nice people but then others started pointing it out to you. The way they would lean too close to be friendly to the boys, laugh louder than anyone else at their jokes or always be wanting to hang around whenever they were out of the common room.

The boys didn’t think anything of it and you never voiced your concerns, hating the ‘jealous girlfriend’ act and not wanting to look like a crazy person when they hadn’t actually done anything wrong as of yet. You also trusted the boys more than you thought it was possible to trust another person and if anyone were to step over the line they would stop it but you were just worried about it getting to that point of someone going too far, not trusting these girls in any way.

Taking a deep breath, you were about to move further into the hall, ignoring the unsettled feeling and deciding to ignore it but then one of them, Dorma, let out an obnoxiously loud laugh at something Sirius must have said for her hand to be on his arm that casually. Your face warmed as anger swept through your body, especially as now you could see that the other two girls, Frances and Carly were also sitting way too close to James and Remus who were just trying to speak to one another but the girls were both looking with shit-eating grins as they spoke excitedly with them. The other Gryffindors seemed to be just as frustrated with the intrusion of the girls but too polite to tell them to go away.

After a few deep breaths, the feeling didn’t pass, in fact, it only increased to a wave of nauseous anger that had your fingers clenching into fists to hide the subtle shake. You always thought jealousy was such an ugly emotion, never having experienced it as much as you had these last few weeks and it was becoming draining. You trusted them and knew they would do anything for you, but when these girls touched your boyfriends you wanted to attack like a vicious animal which was not in your nature at all.

“I’ve tried to get them to move but somehow they’ve invited themselves to the lake with us. Do you want me to tell them to find something else to do?” Lily asked as she too entered the hall, stopping next to you to stare at the girls that she hated just as much as you.

At first, you contemplated saying yes, knowing that Lily had more courage to stand up to the girls than you did, something you wish you could do but your nerve always stopped you from doing so. But once again, the girls technically hadn’t done anything wrong thus far, even if they did annoy the hell out of you.

Releasing a heavy sigh you shook your head, turning to look at your red-headed friend, “no it’s fine, they’re harmless… I think”. Glancing back over to the girls, you noticed that Carly had now shuffled closer to Remus and was trying to read his book, looking way too comfortable and it almost took your breath away with how angry you felt.

Lily noticed your shift in behaviour, lowering her voice as she spoke, “honey it’s fine, I really don’t mind telling them to get lost”.

Shaking your head, you turned away from the table, not being able to look at them anymore with your uncontrollable emotions, even embarrassed to say that you could feel tears starting to sting your eyes as you held back your jealous anger. “No it’s fine - I actually forgot my bag, I’ll be right back” you quickly muttered, moving to walk away and take a minute to gather your bearings but Lily placed a gentle hand on your arm.

“Don’t go because of them, don’t let them ruin your day”.

“I’m not I just hate feeling like this. I hate being jealous when I know they haven’t technically done anything wrong yet, they’re just trying to be their friends. I’m fine, I just need a few minutes of fresh air, I’ll meet you by the lake”. You began to move, not waiting for her response, surprised that you’d been able to keep your voice steady.

As soon as the sun was gracing your skin as you stepped outside you took a much-needed deep breath, trying to keep your emotions at bay, not stopping in your walking until you had arrived at the tree line that surrounded a lake. Taking a seat, you tried to let nature distract you, watching the soft waves lap against the pebbles and the rustle of tiny creatures hidden in the bushes.

It only worked up to a point though before their stupid laughs echoed through your head again, your hand twitching to grab your wand and blast a nearby tree to release some anger but the snap of a twig from behind you was enough to draw your tension to the approaching animal.

A laugh bubbled in your throat as Sirius approached as Padfoot, trotting in his dog animagus animal form, tongue hanging from his jaw as he happily came towards you and began licking your cheek. You didn’t hold back the laugh now as you scratched behind his ear, more than thankful for his company and glad that he was by himself.

“I haven’t seen you for a while”, you commented to Padfoot as he lay his head on your lap, the weight comforting as you continued to stroke his surprisingly soft fur.

When you would be having a particularly sad day, Sirius tended to not know what to say and was quick to find that Padfoot was a good comfort for you, so would often shift and let you cuddle him until you calmed down. You wanted to ask how he knew you were upset and felt anxious at the thought of him knowing that you had been jealous but you knew you wouldn’t get many answers from him whilst he was like this but you were thankful to him either way.

Another ten minutes had passed as you both sat in comfortable silence before his ears twitched and he stood on his paws, giving one more lick to your cheek and then disappearing into the forest. You were confused for only a second before you heard the approach of everyone else for the picnic.

Standing up, you briefly wiped your clothes of any flecks of dirt that your clothes might have collected from sitting on the floor, but quickly your feet were off the floor as James as rushed forward, wrapped his arms around your middle and spun on the spot.

“Why are you here? We were waiting for you!” he shouted happily, placing you back on the floor, cupping your jaw and dropping his lips to yours in a soft kiss that had you smiling against him.

The giddy feeling soon vanished from your body as Carly’s screech of a laugh seemed to surround your peaceful reunion, causing you to pull back and frown. Dropping your head against James’ chest so he couldn’t see your reaction, you tried to think of an excuse, “sorry, I thought we were meeting down here and I couldn’t be bothered to walk all the way back to the castle when I saw that none of you was here”.

James cupped the back of your head as the rest of the crowd walked past, moving to the edge of the water to lay down blankets for everyone to sit on. Looking up at the hazel eye boyfriend, your stomach twisted seeing the worry on his face that had been there since you had pulled away from the kiss. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly so that the others couldn’t hear.

“Nothing’s wrong! Sorry I just wanted some fresh air before everyone got here, it’s such a nice day today”, you tried to convince him you were fine by changing the subject but you knew he wouldn’t be that easily distracted.

It didn’t help matters when Dorma shouted, “Sirius there you are, I was looking for you!” The flush returned to your body, angry that another girl was looking for your boyfriends and before you knew what you were even doing, your hands were gripping James’ hair and pulling down so that he was within reach for you to kiss fiercely.

James seemed frozen for a moment by the sudden show of affection, it wasn’t like you were ever opposed to light kisses, hugs or hand-holding but whenever one of the boys had tried to do anything any heavier, you were usually too embarrassed to continue so when your tongue swiped against his bottom lip, he was more than shocked but then quick to reciprocate the affections.

You knew you were acting possessively, head tilting to kiss deeper, knowing that everyone was staring as your hands moved to grip his collar, holding him close, needing the girls to see that James was only yours and not theirs. It was only when Frank whistled and shouted, “get a room!” did you both pull away, cheeks warm to the touch, lips slightly swollen and trying desperately to catch your breaths.

Still holding onto his collar, James dropped his forehead onto yours, eyes flicking between your own as his hands cupped your cheeks. “What’s gotten into you? Whatever it is…I like it”, he grinned as you visibly showed your embarrassment, pulling away from the embrace, internally cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you once again. “Don’t get embarrassed now love, maybe we should go behind a tree” James jokingly suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should” you found yourself saying surprising not only yourself but James as well whose eyes widen for a second before he chuckled, thinking you were joking as well as he tenderly kissed your forehead.

“I’ll make it up to you later you little minx”, you laughed at his words, moving to turn and head towards everyone else but his hands held onto your waist, keeping you in front of him. Looking up at him with a confused expression, you saw that he had his eyes closed in concentration. Opening your mouth to ask what was wrong, you were quickly cut off as he shifted closer an inch and you felt his very noticeably tented erection rub against your abdomen that he was trying to hide from everyone else. Covering your mouth with your hand you held back a laugh as he muttered, “I just need a minute, need to think about Dumbledore naked that usually gets rid of it”.

You couldn’t hold back the laugh, feeling your skin warming for an entirely different reason now at seeing how much you’d affected him by merely just making out with him. You even attempted to glance down to look at James' affliction but he could sense you staring as he remarked, “don’t look at it, it knows you’re looking”, and at that moment his cock twitched in his trousers.

Once again you tried to hide your laugh, biting your lip to stop from making any noise so that James could spend the next few minutes sorting himself out in peace until finally he opened his eyes and declared that he was ready.

The two of you walked over to the crowd which mainly consisted of people in your year, a lot being from Gryffindor… and also the three unwanted Ravenclaw girls but you were trying not to look or think about them. Deciding instead of distracting yourself with your friends, laughing at James as he showed off with the Golden Snitch that he’d somehow managed to steal, and eating the snacks that Sirius had managed to get from the kitchen.

“What was wrong earlier?” Sirius’s voice made you jump as he sat next to you, arms resting over his bent knees as he looked at you with a worried expression, one that similarly matched James’.

Trying to hide your own emotions behind a smile you ignored his question and asked your own. “How did you know I was out here earlier?” you referred to him finding you as Padfoot.

“I saw you leave the Great Hall, and Lily told me you might need some company”, you internally cringed that he had seen you strop away from the Hall earlier, and also thankful that Lily had said something as it was nice spending those few moments alone with Padfoot before everyone else arrived.

“Nothing is wrong Sirius but thank you for coming to find me” leaning your shoulder against his, you once again tried to smile and hide your true jealous emotions which he seemed to believe for now.

“Try and have fun darling”, Sirius stands, stretching his arms high above his head, his shirt raised a couple of inches revealing the thin strip of hair beneath his belly button that caught your eye but also the one of Dorma which you noticed her looking almost immediately. Sirius looked down at you as he dropped his arms down, “I might go for a fly over the lake if anyone wants to join” he teased, knowing that you would say no.

However, your eyes were still on Dorma who looked more than overjoyed at Sirius’ open question, opening her mouth quickly and before you could think about your answer, you blurted out, “I will!”.

Sirius looked taken aback by your answer, not quite believing you until you stood, feeling satisfied when Dorma’s face dropped at missing her opportunity to go flying with Sirius. “Wait are you serious? You want to go flying with me?”

“Yeah of course!” you replied happily, trying not to think about the repercussions of your answers.

It was James now who caught both of your attention as he had heard your answer, “what the fuck? I’ve been asking you to go flying with me for months! And you’re going with him? I’m seeker why wouldn’t you come with me?”

“Stop being a crybaby Prongs” Sirius teased, picking his broom up from the pile of things that had been bought with everyone and taking your hand.

To say this was one of the biggest regrets and decisions you’d ever made was an understatement. The moment your feet were off the solid ground you were adamant you were going to die, even though Sirius flew slowly and only a few feet high, your fear was unparalleled.

You were sure Sirius was trying to talk you through the flight to try and calm your anxieties as you clung to his middle from the back of the broom like your life depended on it, almost certain that you were bruising his middle but you didn’t care. Needing to have that hold, eyes sealed closed and mouth thoroughly shut for fear you were going to throw up if you were to open it.

It almost felt like a lifetime before you were vaguely aware that Sirius had shouted over his shoulder that they were going to land. Much to yours (and everyone who was watching), you didn’t collapse straight to the floor when your feet made contact with the ground, somehow finding the energy to keep your knees from buckling, taking a few steady steps towards the group before collapsing onto a blanket and releasing a heavy breath to try and regain your nerves.

“You ok darling?” Sirius asked as he stood over you, but you were still too nervous to speak or open your eyes so instead raised a shaky thumbs up to him which only made him deeply chuckle and return back to his broom.

Another few minutes passed by and eventually, your body began to feel normal once more, the uneasy sickness sensation easing away until you almost felt as you had before getting onto the broom. This was when someone decided to sit next to you, lifting your head so that it now rested on their thigh and from the aftershave that filled your senses, you didn’t need to open your eyes to see that it was Remus.

His fingers idly massaged over your scalp, helping to ease any remaining tension. “What was all that about?” he asked under his breath as you heard the flutter of a page-turning and you knew he must be reading as well.

“I’m not sure” you managed to answer, happy that you could finally risk talking with vomiting everywhere.

Remus’ fingers faltered slightly and you knew that he wasn’t happy with your answer. “I think you do Love. You’ve got nothing to be worried about you know. They’re harmless”. Your heart began to beat a little quicker as he acknowledged the girls and it finally dawned on you that of course your jealousy had been obvious enough for them to notice.

Taking a deep breath to try and steady your nerves, you opened your eyes to look up at Remus who was looking down at you, the book held in front of your face to hide from others around, giving you a slither of privacy. “I’m sorry, I know they’re harmless and I hate feeling like this and I’m not usually a jealous person but they’re pushing all of my buttons recently. Every time I see them I want to both cry and rip their hair out”, you admitted with a quiet voice.

“They’re just trying to be friendly Love” Remus responded and your face instantly heated up with anger at his blasé answer.

“You’re not ignorant Remus, you know that’s not what they are doing” you sat up with your snappy answer, regretting it a second later. “Sorry I didn’t mean to call you that, I know you aren’t”.

Mentally you were cursing yourself, hating what jealousy was turning you into. Risking a glance up at your boyfriend, you were shocked to see that he had a small smile on his handsome face.

“It’s ok, you know I kind of like this snappy side of you, I feel so protected” he joked, putting down the book and giving you his full attention, one hand lifting to stroke against your cheek.

You rolled your eyes at his quip, pushing away his hand with a smile before looking around at the others before Remus continued his talking in a slightly more serious tone.

“Do you want to leave? We can go to the Shack, it’s not that far away and gives us all some privacy?” he offered and even though you would have loved to do that you shook your head in decline, everyone seemed to be having a really nice afternoon, you didn’t want to spoil it for them.

This sentiment did not last long however as you looked across to Frances who whispered something to Dorma and Carly, a sick smile spreading onto each of their faces before she stood and began to approach James. An unsettled feeling overcame your body as you watched closely, jaw clenching with each step that she took until finally, she stood before your boyfriend, much too close to be friendly.

“Want to go swimming Jamie? I’m getting really hot in these clothes and the water looks so cool, what do you say?”

You weren’t sure what overcame you next, one moment you were watching as Frances began to unbutton her shirt, and the next white-hot anger was pulsing through your veins and you were suddenly stood between the both, vaguely aware of James shouting ‘what the fuck are you doing Frances?’ before you finally snapped with all the restraint that you had been holding back for weeks.

“Get the fuck away from my boyfriend!” you seethed, teeth clenched as your wand was being drawn and aimed at her head, shaking slightly from your emotions. Everyone seemed to go quiet now, watching tensely, Remus having followed after you, attempted to grab your wand, not wanting you to do anything drastic but you shoved him away. “I need you, and you two other bitches to fuck off right now before I hex you, and if ANY of you speak to my boyfriends again, I swear I will make you regret it”.

Frances’s reaction only angered you further as she openly laughed before straightening up, “who do you think you’re speaking to like that?”

Your wrist began to move before you fully understood what you were doing, but Remus was quick to snatch your wand from your grip, bending his head low to whisper, “it’s not worth it love, let’s go and walk it off”.

Trying to gain your composure, you glanced around, seeing Sirius and James behind you with unreadable expressions, Lily too approached and you were more than thankful for your friend as she also stood up for you. “Well you heard her, fuck off, no one wants you here”.

The three girls now looked somewhat embarrassed but were quick to brush it off, stepping closer to you, as Frances spat out, “no one wants your leftovers anyway whore”.

They had hit the perfect low blow, having had the word “whore” whispered around for the duration of your relationship, it had taken way too long for it to not bother you so much but hearing it said with such venom, you almost saw red.

Lily had also stepped forward hearing that word but you beat her to it, you didn’t need your ward to cause damage as you clenched your fist and punched it directly into the middle of Frances’ face, her nose and your hand clicking on impact.

You hadn’t even heard a reaction before somebody was picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder and walking in the opposite direction. Their grip was firm so you weren’t able to wiggle away and it only caused you to become desperate as you shouted that you wanted to go back but the only response you were given was a calm voice telling you that ‘it’s over'.

It took more time than you’d like to admit before finally succumbing and collapsing in the hold, muscles relaxing as your arms dangled down Sirius’ back, only now just realising who had picked you up. The adrenaline also began to wear off as your hand began to increase in pain, noticing the cut between your knuckles had bled enough to drip down your fingers and the skin across all your knuckles had begun to swell from whatever internal damage you had caused.

Finally, it dawned on you, that you’d actually hit someone. Something you had never done before, ever in your life. In fact, violence was something you were always slating, not understanding why anyone would ever stoop that low and here you were, punching Ravenclaws in the face for flirting with your boyfriends.

“Please put me down” you managed to ask, your voice sounding defeated. Sirius stopped his walking and you could now see that James and Remus were also with you both.

“Do you promise not to run back to them if I put you down?” he asked over his shoulder to you.

“I promise”. Sirius stopped walking for a moment and you thought he was going to place you down but then he carried on walking causing you to release an annoyed huff.

“We’re nearly there Pup, you’ll have to wait”. You could hear the humour in his tone and the four of you continued the way through the forest, eventually catching on that they were taking you to the Shack, at least it was away from everyone else in the castle.

Checking the coast was clear, the boys made the quick walk down the path to the Shrieking Shack and then finally you were all inside the old decrepit building. However, Sirius still refused to put you back onto your two feet until up in the bedroom that the four of you used on occasions of recovery from the full moon or if you wanted the special alone time with them.

Gracefully, he eased you onto the lavish centre of the bed, carefully cradling your head as he lay you back as the other two walked around the room. James filled up a bowl of warm water from his wand and Remus looked through one of the cabinets for one of the salves that were kept there for wounds and cuts that were used during the full moon.

Losing any confidence you simply just lay there, staring at a spot on the ceiling, trying not to glance at any of them to see if they were annoyed. Sirius was the first to talk as he too shuffled onto the bed, sitting between your legs and picking up your injured hand to inspect it as he spoke. “If I knew you had a right hook like that, I’d be begging you to join me in being a beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team”.

James snorted, “you know Padfoot, I was thinking the exact same thing”, he confessed whilst walking over with the bowl of water and balancing it on the bed and sitting to your right, smiling down at you. “If I knew I had such a protector of girlfriend, I would have been snapping you up for the team months ago, the perfect beater to protect the seeker”.

You initially weren’t sure how to react, still trying to look away and knowing that they were attempting to make you laugh but the embarrassment still forced down the laugh that was bubbling in your throat.

Remus was the last to join you all on the bed, the clear bottle in hand as he sat to your left. At the same time, Sirius and James began gently cleaning and inspecting your injured hand, cleaning away the blood and checking that you were able to still move your fingers which thankfully you could.

“I’m not sure as to why you are being so quiet”, Remus finally spoke, catching your attention and glancing over to him with a slight frown.

“I hurt her” your voice croaked as you spoke, sounding defeated.

“Hmm, you did but she also hurt you, I was half tempted to give you back your wand”, he held up the object to show that he still held it, a sly smirk on his scarred face as his hair fell into his eyes as he moved. You weren’t sure how to respond, deciding instead to swallow harshly, keeping back the grunt of pain that was threatening to spill as James had to wipe over the cut.

“He’s right you know, my protective, jealous little pup” Sirius joked, the nickname causing your insides to twist uncomfortably. “I knew those girls have been a nightmare for the last few weeks and half the time I wanted to tell them to fuck off myself but much like you, they hadn’t done anything wrong as such. But the way they spoke to you? They deserved every punishment you and Lily had to give”.

Now your frown deepened, looking towards Sirius as his hands now rested on your thighs positioned on either side of his hips, eyes focused completely on your face. “What do you mean what Lily had to give? What did she do?”

A proud laugh erupted from James as he spoke about his friend, reaching across at the same time to grab the salve from Remus to begin lathering it onto the affected area. “Well after Padfoot picked you up, our lovely Lily took matters into her own hands by hexing them all into the lake. Of course, if any of the others asked if something happened they would all agree they didn’t see anything”. You felt relief ease the muscles throughout your body, glad that Lily wouldn’t get in trouble but also thankful that you had such an amazing friend, half wishing that Sirius hadn’t picked you up so you could have watched.

“How does it feel now?” James asked after another minute of comfortable silence.

You’d been so lost in the imagination of watching the three Ravenclaws being thrown into the lake that you hadn’t even noticed that the pain in your hand had decreased tenfold as you looked at the already less swollen injury. Moving your fingers even caused significantly less pain than before, whatever Madam Pomfrey had created was a miracle worker.

“Better, thank you”. James nodded his head, satisfied with your answer before waving his wand once more, the now stained red water vanishing and a bundle of bandages replacing them which he began wrapping over your knuckles. Looking between the three boyfriends, you really took in their expressions, still half expecting to see ones of anger or disappointment but instead, they were only looking at you, almost pridefully. “So… you all aren’t angry with me?”

Sirius let out a laugh so fierce that he had to grab his chest to catch his breath, rocking back and forth on the bed before coming to his senses. “Angry? Why would we be angry with you? You stood up for the people you loved Darling. I mean - these two always protect me”, he nodded his head towards Remus and James before continuing. “But knowing now that you would go out of your comfort zone, not only to protect us but to prove you're our girlfriend by doing things you usually wouldn’t like flying or even making out with Prongs, it made me feel very prideful”.

“And seeing you jealous kinda turned me on a little bit I can’t deny” James admitted with a cheeky smirk across his handsome face as he lifted your now thoroughly wrapped hand to kiss the back of it.

“It-it did?” you asked under your breath, feeling your own sort of pride warming your chest.

“More than you could possibly know”, Sirius insisted, shifting forward on his knees, hand landing next to your head so he could lean his weight easily over you and drop his lips to yours for a slow kiss. It almost stole your breath away the hidden emotions he was putting behind the movements, the usually heated kiss was now methodical as if he was scared to hurt you more.

It was so unlike Sirius that you attempted to lift your head off of the bed to deepen it, instinctively reaching to grab onto his shirt to pull him closer but gasping when a dull ache flared across your injured hand.

Sirius moved back to look down at your hand, making sure that the cut hadn’t reopened before shaking his head playfully, his brunette hair softly flowing around his face. “Even though seeing you jealous did awaken something deep inside of me, I can’t deny that you punching Frances in the face is the only thing I will be replaying in my head for the foreseeable future. But now, I need you to promise me two things”.

Sirius delicately held both of your hands, again a touch that you hadn’t seen him be so careful with before, it was almost endearing and had the corner of your lips twitching upwards as you nodded your head for him to continue.

“One, I need you to promise that next time you are feeling the way that you were this morning when you entered the hall and then left, you need to talk to us instead of shutting us out, ok?”

“Ok, promise”.

“Good. And second, I need you to promise to let us do anything we want to you without you feeling the need to repay us. We need you to lay back and let us praise you, sweetheart”.

Your eyelids fluttered, thighs instinctively trying to rub together but not being able to do so with Sirius in the way so after taking a second to find the right word, whilst nodding you responded with a simple, “I promise”.

“Good girl” was all Sirius whispered before shifting back on the bed. The other two shifted as well, almost working in unison to help take off your clothes, something that with each passing item of clothing that was removed, your heart began to beat harder in your chest with anticipation until finally, you were stark naked between your three boyfriends.

“Now remember your second promise, I want you to just lie there and let us take care of you. No touching!” Sirius muttered as he began lifting your left leg, pushing it as far up as your flexibility would allow and then Remus who was still sitting to your left began to hold your leg in place, his hands warm against your chilled skin. Then Sirius began lifting your right leg, repeating the motion until James was holding you up as well, the movements feeling extremely intimate.

Here you were, in the centre of the bed, surrounded by your three boyfriends, all of which were still fully clothed as they held up your legs to leave you completely exposed to them, their warmth that was radiating from their bodies helping to keep you from being cold.

Biting your lip in anticipation, you watched Sirius’ movements closely as he seemed to be contemplating what to do first. “As much as I want to take my time, I don’t think I can wait before being inside of you”, he finally decided and you were thankful for this, your cunt was already clenching, desperate to be filled.

The three of you watched as Sirius eased from the bed, removing his clothes so now the two of you were naked but you weren’t concentrating on that, no your eyes were focused only on the thick, eager cock, ready for attention at the base of the thing strip of hair that you’d caught sight of earlier.

Climbing back onto the bed, he pushed his hair behind his ear, keeping it out of the way as he traced a single finger from the very top of your mound, over your clit that had you trying to buck your hips but the firm grip that the other two had you in, you weren’t able to do so. Lower he moved, and from the cool air brushing over your core you could feel just how wet you were, which was also what Sirius was collecting on his finger, coating it thoroughly before wiping it on his tip and kneeling forward.

With one hand at the base of his cock, he lined himself up whilst you were watching him closely, mouth hanging open, eyes unblinking but he didn’t push forward. Not until he leaned his weight over you, resting on his other hand and then his mouth was on yours, tongue delving into your open mouth and this was the moment that he inched his cock inside of you.

His tongue covered the deep moans you wanted to release as you could feel him stretching your soaked cunt as inch after inch moved deeper and as your hips finally met, your ears were met with the beautiful sound of James cursing in arousal at the sight of Sirius cock disappearing into your pussy.

The sensation made you breathless, as well as the heated kisses, not realising how much you actually needed this, needing to be close to them, wanting to feel them all over your body. Sirius pulled back from the kiss as he eased his cock out of you, now drenched in your juices you on instinct tried to reach up to cradle his face and keep him close but he halted your movements.

Taking each of your hands, he gave them to the two other men so that they now carefully held a leg and a hand each, James being careful to hold your wrist so as to not further injure your hand so now you were thoroughly held now.

Sirius smirked at your small pout as you dropped your head back onto the bed in defeat, wanting to touch him. “Now now, no stropping, you did promise this sweetheart, don’t forget that”, he reminded you as he began rolling his hips, causing your brows to pinch together as the beautiful feeling spread throughout your body.

You were shocked to see some restraint in Sirius as he usually liked to fuck you without reserve, moving so quickly that his cock would be a blur between your legs but today, he was taking his time. Making sure to thoroughly warm you up with his cock, his hands caressing over your abdomen and perking your nipples to attention before looking down your body to where his cock was disappearing into your cunt.

You were thankful for this change in dynamic, feeling completely overwhelmed already by the day's events that you hadn’t realised you needed this softer side of the boys. It also meant that you could truly listen to your body more, feel the tightening in your abdomen, the tingling in your thighs that seemed to travel to your toes and the way your eyes closed so that all you could think about was the thick member pleasuring you completely.

This self-restraint only lasted for a few moments however as you could feel your climax building, needing it with each passing thrust until you couldn’t hold back anymore and began begging. “Sirius please, I…I need to cum, please make me cum”.

“That’s a good girl, cum for me, you’ve done so well Darling” he encouraged whilst also thrusting more eagerly, his thumb dropping just above where your bodies met and he gently pressed against your clit, rubbing in delicate circles.

Usually, you would need more stimulation but already being so close, it all but took a second before you were attempting to buck your hips as orgasm pulsed through your core, clenching in bursts around his cock so tightly that he had to stop his thrusts to hold back his own orgasm.

Taking a few deep breaths to slow down your breathing and get your bearings, you opened your eyes and looked up at the three Marauders, seeing how flushed they all seemed to be from watching you and it was like something snapped in you.

“Please don’t hold back anymore Siri, I need this”. Your beg had Sirius's eyes darkening as he fell on top of you, leaning his weight now on both forearms on either side of your head, hands cradling your head so that he could kiss you deeply. All the whilst his hips began moving with emphasis, hips slapping yours so harshly that the bed creaked and it was just what you wanted.

James and Remus continued to watch you get fucked by Sirius, if you’d opened your eyes you would have noticed them trying to move their hips to try and ease the discomfort of their contained erections still in their trousers. But your thoughts were only on the man thoroughly pleasuring you.

His kisses and cock were making you dizzy, lost between wanting to breathe, scream and kiss him. With the added sensitivity of your recent orgasm, it didn’t take long for that second one to build in tension, especially as his hips were meeting yours so perfectly that each slap of his hips was directly pounding against your clit.

This time you weren’t even able to give a warning that you were about to cum but Sirius could feel it from the way your cunt was gripping his cock in a vice-like state. “Cum for me”, was all he was able to grunt before you came.

You were vaguely aware that Sirius had stopped his thrusts, then as you began to regain your composure, you could feel his hot cum dripping out of your cunt, only now releasing that he had cum with you.

With one last kiss to your temple, he began to move off of you, leaving you to feel exposed once more and gasping slightly as he eased his cock out of you, only causing his cum to drip further out of you. In an unspoken conversation, the trio above you glanced between each other before Remus made the next move, releasing your leg which fell straight without the support and he quickly began undressing until he was only in his dark boxers.

You frowned in a needy way seeing that he hadn’t exposed himself but as Sirius replaced where Remus was to your left by holding up your leg once more, your moans of disapproval were soon quietened by two fingers being pushed into your mouth.

Eagerly you accepted them, sucking on them, wishing that it was one of their cocks and by the smirk on Remus’ face, he knew that was what you were thinking. “That's my good girl” he praised, which only caused your cunt to clench and more of Sirius’ cum to ooze out.

He noticed this and moved further down the bed, this was when you realised his place, having assumed that he was going to fuck you but Remus had other ideas as he lowered his face in between your spread legs. Keeping strong eye contact with you, he stuck his tongue out and with one swoop, both licked up Sirius’ seed and any of your juices, drinking it down hungrily, all without blinking.

The deep moan you released around his fingers vibrated from the depths of your chest. The sight before you was one you wanted to memorise, seeing Remus lick every beautiful nerve of your pussy, his tongue then pushing as far as it could into your hole to try and flick every part of it before returning back up to play with your clit. Steady rotations around the bundle of nerves, causing your hips again to attempt to buck but still being held down steadily by the other two.

Still sucking on his two fingers, you watched every movement that Remus did, feeling yourself becoming increasingly wetter, not that you thought it was possible but then Remus was quick to lick up the evidence.

Remus much like Sirius did, to begin with, took his time. Getting to know the right spots that were making you moan louder than others. Even going as far as to edge you a few times, much to your displeasure at feeling so close to cumming before he pulled back and blew cool air over your cunt, waiting until he was satisfied the moment had passed before going back into it.

Just as you were about to bite his fingers as he edged you once more, he finally eased them out of your mouth. Now completely soaked and your jaw aching slightly, he moved them down to your hole and pushed them in, all the whilst forming a seal around your clit and sucking.

Without the restraint of fingers in your mouth, you were able to cry out Remus’ name, begging him to keep going, pleading for him not to stop, needing this release.

Remus knew exactly what he was doing as he curled his fingers into that beautiful, sensitive spot within, as he simultaneously moved between circling your clit with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth. It only took a few seconds before you were screaming out your orgasm, beads of sweat now coating your body as Remus didn’t relent with his actions, tugging his fingers all the way through your orgasm until you were releasing small squirts of juices into his mouth.

Finally, he eased off, removing his fingers and licking them just as eagerly as you once had before sitting up. In your half-aware state, you noticed that where you expected to see a very erect cock trapped in his boxers was now a half-limp outline and a very noticeable darkened patch from where he had cum, untouched.

The sight had you almost dribbling, wanting nothing more to lick his own juices but you weren’t given the opportunity as James rushed to swap places with Remus who now held up your right leg.

James thankfully wasn’t wearing clothes in only a few seconds before he was climbing onto the bed. He looked like he going to go straight into fucking you but seemed to hold himself back, now being the one between your legs, he looked over your body, seeming to know you better than you do yourself.

“Please James!” you begged, wishing for him to begin fucking you already but James looked like he was contemplating something, hands running up the back of your thighs as he looked at your now slightly swollen cunt.

“Shh love, I’ll fuck you don’t worry, I just don’t want to hurt you, I know you’ve got to be quite sensitive at the moment”. You didn’t believe him in your horny state of mind and he could see this so to prove his point, he gently brushed the back of his finger very delicately over your clit. You hadn’t realised just how oversensitive you were until that moment as you cried out and tried to move back, completely overwhelmed by the sensation. It seemed the multiple orgasms and fucking with oral had caused more sensitivity than what you had realised but you still wanted James.

Your cunt was pulsing to be filled again as James finally decided his tactic, trying carefully to not touch your clit as he lined up his cock that was dripping with precum. The moment he penetrated you, your whole world seemed to freeze as you once again shouted in pleasure, you were totally overwhelmed, your walls clamping down on his cock that had him closing his eyes in concentration.

Dipping his head down, his lips sealed around one of your nipples whilst his fingers played with the other, both stimulations causing your cunt to once again constrict around James. Subtly, he began shallowly thrusting, only moving back an inch or two before pushing in again.

“I don’t think I can last any longer James” you somehow managed to gasp out, feeling already on the verge of cumming, much like you had when Remus had edged you.

James smiled against your breast, pulling off your nipple with a ‘pop’ as he looked at your flushed expression, loving how utterly cock drunk you looked right now. “That’s fine love, I wasn’t counting on you being able to last long, you’ve already done so well taking both Padfoot and Moony, just need one more orgasm for me. Do you think you could do that for me, baby?”

You didn’t trust your voice anymore so simply nodded eagerly, not taking your eyes off of him as he sat back on his knees, with a proud smile, both hands still teasing your nipples.

With each thrust, an overwhelming sensation was building, slightly different to your orgasm until you couldn’t hold it back anymore and trickles of squirt began coating James and the bed. “Fuck!” James shouted as he picked up his pace, hips now slapping against yours, both bodies coated in your juices as you couldn’t stop squirting, eyes rolling back as your orgasm completely took over.

You were almost certain you had passed out from holding your breath as one moment you were screaming out James’ name, and the next James wasn’t between your legs but was on the floor, digging through his clothes pockets.

Sucking in as much air as possible, you watched him through half-lidded eyes as he returned with his wand. A smile was on his face when he saw you were awake, “thought we lost you for a second there love, I’m just going to clean you up, ok?”

He waited patiently for you to nod before he began to have warm water pour out of the tip of the wand, carefully cleaning you. It was now that you noticed that there was a noticeable sticky white patch across the sheets, that looked as if James had pulled out and had his own orgasm across the sheets.

James made sure to be soft and tender as he moved, the bed sheets becoming utterly soaked as he moved but after he was satisfied with his clean-up effort, another simple wave of his wand and the bed was magically dry.

The next step was easing both of your legs down. Sirius and Remus had been massaging your muscles the entire time to make sure that you didn’t get any form of cramp but your joints were still mildly stiff as you lay them flat.

You were exhausted as the trio helped you to move up the bed so that you lay on the pillows, a slight tremor running through your body from the thorough fucking had you smiling in satisfaction. James brushed a hand over your cheek gently, “get some rest love, I’m just going to go and see if there was any leftover food at the picnic and we’ll have our own little picnic in here, how's that sound?”

“Amazing” you responded tiredly, eyes already closing before he had shifted off of the bed to get changed.

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imshymorph · 3 months

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Happy valentines everyone, here’s some more Death!Ghost x Life!Reader for your enjoyment. Here’s Part One in case you haven’t read it. And now, Part Three

He doesn't wait for an answer, his hands moving from the side of the mask to the eye sockets, fingers fitting in them to pull it away. Out of pure habit you quickly drift your eyes, looking away from him to honour his privacy. His heart seems to fill his chest when he notices.

“It's okay.” He murmurs, his voice raspy but also a more clear than usual, making you realise that the bone usually muffles his voice. “I want you to see me.” He encourages, his hand dropping the mask between the two of you.

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You still feel a little hesitant, but let your eyes move back to him. Taking in the sight of his dark robes covering his chest, the hood he usually dons now loosely covering his shoulders. And when you finally reach his face you take your time, like an aspiring artist studying a piece in a museum.

His skin paler than most, although you already expected it from the few peeks you had gotten as his sleeve rode up. The veins that moved up from his neck and onto his face showed through the white tone, combining along the scars that littered his skin. The lines and shapes they created reminding you of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas with gold.

Despite the sharper edges on his jaw and nose, there was something soft about his features, something reminiscent of when he was first given life. His pale eyes, a foggy mix of greys and blues being highlighted by the dark edges around and under his eyes. Just as if the shadow that the mask produced was permanent around them.

What managed to surprise you most was his hair, with soft curls and waves and with a blond tone that reminded you of the first sunbeams to illuminate the earth in a summer morning.

“Didn’t think you’d be blond.” You say after a moment, your usual sweet smile returning to your lips. “Expected it to be a rich brown, like soil after a full day of rain.” You admit, your eyes scheming over his blond curls once more.

He felt his whole body relax, a soft sigh leaving him as the tension did. It must’ve been the first time someone saw him since his beginning as Death, since he could pretty much remember.

A soft chuckle escapes him at your comment, his expression going soft and a smile lifting the corner of his lips. It was strange to see Death smile, but also a welcome sight. “So, you did wonder about how I looked?” he dares to say, his smile pulling onto a grin.

You chuckle, being the one to have to drift your gaze away this time, fighting to hide the heat that is gathering on your cheeks at his teasing comment. He chuckles as well, being the one to give you space now.

“I might have been curious.” You murmur after a moment, a small grin on your lips as you still avoid looking at him. You still can see the way he looks at you through the reflection of the creek in front of you. Feel his eyes on you.

“Have I met the expectations, then?” He pushes lightly, that teasing tilt still on his tone. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he surprised himself with how easy it was to make the change. To be more open, to show himself to you.

You don’t answer for a moment, looking at the landscape surrounding the two of you before nodding. You turn your head, facing him once more. “Look imposing enough without the mask… Although that smile it's like an open invitation to befriend you.” you say, returning the light quip back.

“We aren’t friends already?” He asks, his tone sounding surprisingly offended but the small smirk on his lips reassuring you that he was just playing along. “Maybe I should just leave then.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be good. You can’t have Life without Death. What would I do without my other half?” You ask, raising your brows as you put the ball on his court.

He chuckles, looking back up to the sky once more, letting his body fall back and rest against the combination of grass and moss under your bodies. “Have no purpose i guess… Just as if I were to be without you.”

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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The Freak and the Freakette (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing, a little violence?

Synopsis: As Y/N explores her new found love for metal, her friendship with Eddie grows. But after an altercation with Jason, the two are branded with a label that’ll band them together forever

Y/N notes: none

Heyo Willow here! This is a mix of three requests I got from @noa-keselman , @reasontobebeautiful and an anon. I took elements from all and put ‘em together so I hope that’s okay guys!

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Y/N walked into the lunch hall like she did every day and grabbed a tray. Joining the line of other students, she looked around. Everyone was at their usual tables. Jocks, band kids, party people…

Y/N didn’t really fit into a click. She got along with almost everyone on a certain level, but not enough to be labeled as one of them. Although more recently, people who used to be friendly to her were starting to avoid her.

Y/N knew why. Every week she seemed to look more and more like the resident freak, Eddie Munson. She had a couple classes with him and they had gotten to know each other a little. Y/N had never met a metal head before, and she didn’t realise until Eddie that she was quite a fan of the look.

It started small, buying a pair of ripped blue jeans. Adding a chain and some jewellery. Then it was the leather jacket. The amount of black items in her wardrobe continued to increase.

She’ll never forget the look on the cheerleader’s face when she asked Y/N what she was listening to on her Walkman and she replied with Black Sabbath.

Not that Y/N really cared. She was just happy to be finding things she liked.

She got got her lunch and began walking towards the tables. Y/N knew the usual empty spots well. The people with smaller friend groups never mind if she sat at their table with them. Heading towards an empty spot, she suddenly felt a presence on her right. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

“Hello Eddie.”

“Hey Y/N I couldn’t help but notice…” The metal head began, moving his arms around. “…this week’s change in your appearance.”

“Yes?” Y/N said, already knowing where this was going. She sat down at the end of a table, Eddie sitting down opposite her.

He leant on his elbows, his two pointer fingers over his lips. He leaned his arms forward, looking at the top of her head.

“Your hair…” He looked back down at Y/N. “It’s looking strangely familiar.” A grin creeped onto his face. Y/N could help the small smile appearing on her own.

“Is it now?” Y/N replied, seeing how long he would stretch this out for.

Y/N had a lot of time for Eddie. He was funny and weird and always completely himself. Like her, he didn’t seem to care about the social hierarchy at school. And he was elated that Y/N seemed to be becoming a metal head like him.

“Yeah it’s like, looking in a funhouse mirror.” Eddie tilted his head comically. Y/N copied him, making him chuckle.

“Oi freak!” Jason stormed over. “Stick to your own goddamn table.” He spat. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and watched the boys interact. She avoided these arguments when she could but today, for whatever reason, Jason was pissing her off more than usual.

“Jason. He’s just sitting here.” Y/N calmly replied.

“Y/N can’t you see he’s freaking out the other students!” Y/N looked around. A couple of student were giving side glances but she couldn’t tell if they were to Eddie, or Jason’s outburst.

“He’s not doing anything, why are you making up problems?” Y/N asked, slightly annoyed.

“Yeah.” Eddie added. “So why don’t you go back to your own table with the meatheads?” He said in a low tone, leaning closer to Jason.

“Oh you’re gonna get it now.” Jason took a step back, hyping himself up. Eddie stood up. The surrounding students were catching on and began to watch. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this one FREAK!”

“Well come on then!” Eddie egged on.

“You think you don’t deserve this?” Jason said, a scarily calm anger about him. “You don’t think I see you doing your weird cult shit every day? I mean look at Y/N. You’ve poisoned her mind. Now we’ve got a freak and a freakette!” Y/N continued to eat her lunch, watching inquisitively. She seemed unaffected by Jason’s comment.

“Don’t talk about Y/N.” Eddie’s joking demeanour shifted into a much more serious one.

“What? You gonna do something about it?” Jason poked.

Y/N finished her lunch, calmly standing up as the boys continued to argue. She picked up her tray and turned it 90 degrees, letting the trash fall to the floor. Before either of the boys could make the first swing, Y/N hit Jason across the face at full force with the piece of plastic.

The boy went flying and room went silent.

“Holy. Shit.” Eddie said to himself.

“L/N! MUNSON!” A teacher screamed across the lunch hall. “PRINCIPALS OFFICE. NOW.” They pointed.

Y/N dropped the tray on the floor and began walking, Eddie following behind her. Everyone watched as they left, Jason’s friends helping him back up. All speechless.

The hallway was empty. The pair could hear their shoes tap and squeak on the floor. As they got further away, Y/N began laughing. Eddie was relieved she was in a good mood but still in shock himself.

“Y/N L/N, where the hell did that come from?” He asked, joining in with her laughter.

“That was SO worth it oh my god-“ Y/N jogged in front of Eddie and began walking backwards. “Did you see his face??”

“Uh did you see EVERYONE’S face???” Eddie 1-upped, leaning forward.

“I mean if I didn’t do it, you would have.”

“Uh no I would not. You think I’m that strong? Jesus H Christ L/N.” He shook his head. Y/N laughed again. She walked back to be beside him.

“So… the freak and the freakette of Hawkins High huh? I kinda like it.” Y/N smiled. Eddie chuckled, putting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and pulling her a little closer.

“The freak and the freakette.” He repeated.

He kinda liked it too.

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lost-in-lamentation · 6 months

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🏚🏥🧭 - haunted house, injury, rescue.

beelzebub × gen!reader. angst + fluff.

warnings: based more off a haunt/horror house experience. mc walks through complete darkness most of the time, falls down a deep pit, has their ankle broken, and also gets grabbed multiple times by actors in the haunted house. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH SCENARIOS.

further warnings include the fact that this is not beta read.

content: you and beel go into a haunted house together, but end up separated.

back to the 500 follower event: here.

“guys, i know i said i’ve done haunted houses back in the human world, but…” the gaping entrance loomed in front of you, wind whispering in your ears as you stared down the attraction. “this seems a bit much.” you felt the air grow colder around you, and you could barely suppress the tremble in your legs.

next to you, satan nodded his head to the side. “look. they just came out of the haunted house.” you peered around the blond, catching a glimpse of the way the other guests clung to each other.

“they sure look traumatized,” belphie commented from behind you. “must be a pretty legit haunted house.”

“i’m just going to pretend i didn’t hear what you said,” you sighed. carefully, you took another look at the haunted house. you had read earlier that there were actors and staff inside that would do their best to scare guests, but you never imagined that it would feel so intense. “you can only go inside in pairs.” a part of you wished that you could go with everyone, but another part of you didn’t want to deal with belphie’s teasing if he saw you so scared. “beel? you and me?”

beel, in the middle of snacking, managed out an “ok” despite chewing. you relaxed on the spot, knowing that beel being next to you would make you feel safe.

your moment of respite was short; less than a minute later, you and beel were ushered inside the attraction, waving your goodbyes to the brothers you had left behind as the doors creaked shut. you were plunged into complete darkness a second later, inhaling sharply when you realised you couldn’t see beel next to you. “beel?” you hissed his name quietly, hands wandering the air to see if you could find him in the dark. much to your relief, torches flickered to life on the walls in front of you, revealing the dark hallways that seemed to go on for eternity.

“oh, MC. i thought they were about to separate us.” beel shifted his gaze around, taking in his surroundings before looking back at you. “it looks a lot bigger in here than it did outside.”

you swallowed a nervous groan, neck craning to get a better look inside. “yeah. it’s kinda freaky.” ahead, water dribbled from the ceiling onto the stone floor, causing echoes throughout the haunted house. you didn’t bother hiding your nerves anymore. quickly, you gripped onto beel’s sleeve, pulling yourself closer to him.

the demon didn’t bother asking, and began pushing you gently to stand behind him. “just stay behind me, MC.”

you nodded silently, holding tightly onto beel’s clothing as he started his way forward. you couldn’t tell how long you had been walking for. the only indication that you were moving was the way the torches faded in and out of sight as you walked on. about to bring it up, you tugged on beel’s sweater, but he shushed you before you could say anything. “sshh. there’s a dead end and two doors up ahead. i can hear someone moving around.”

“doors?” you peeked over his shoulders, spotting the doors he was talking about. “what should we do?” finally, you stepped out from behind, coming up to stand next to beel.

beel glanced from door to door, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. “let’s open the door on the right first. i didn’t hear anyone from that room.” he placed his arm in front of you, guiding you away from the door as he placed his other hand on the doorknob. you held your breath, jaw clenched as beel pushed the door open. one, two, three seconds passed, and you finally released the air in your lungs. “i guess this is the ri-” beel was cut off mid sentence, his eyes widening as he felt someone grip his wrist and drag him inside.

“beel!” you lunged after him, but the door slammed in your face before you could get a foot in the doorway. frantically, you pounded your fists on the damp wood, calling for him again. as you shouted for beel to return, the door that you hadn’t opened behind you opened with a low groan. you stiffened at the sound, feet frozen in place as you felt another presence enter the hallways. “who’s there?” you didn’t dare turn around, instead gripping onto the doorknob in front of you. your efforts were forlorn; suddenly, there was a grasp on your shoulder that you couldn’t fight, and the next thing you saw were the torches in the hall disappearing from sight.

you were pulled through a dark corridor, screaming for your life each time you felt the stranger tug you in a new direction. you tried to remind yourself that it was only a haunted house, but with how terrified you felt, you couldn’t properly bring any thoughts into existence. the hand on your shoulder soon disappeared, leaving you alone to wrestle with your fears. continuing through the darkness, you stumbled onwards, hands in front of you to feel for a wall to guide you. but you came into contact with nothing, and eventually, you felt yourself walking down a ramp. in the pitch black area, you knelt down, palms brushing over what felt like stone floors. “is there water down there…?” you pressed onwards, still occasionally calling for beel as you walked through the hallways. shivering, you took one step after the other, waiting until light finally hit your gaze. in the distance, you saw it; a torch blazed in the darkness, lighting up a new path. with newfound determination, you scrambled towards it, your footsteps echoing through the dark chamber. however, before you could get close, the floor opened up from underneath you. with a shriek, you felt yourself become weightless, before plummeting down through the new path. luckily, the drop wasn’t far, but it didn’t prevent your ankle from landing with a loud crack. you cried at the impact, pain shooting up your leg as you crumpled to the ground. another scream caught at the back of your throat, your injury preventing you from even getting another sound out. with a quiet whimper, you curled in on yourself, not noticing a figure in the dark slowly creeping up to you. you only realised it when you heard footsteps dragging across the floor. in a last ditch effort to escape, you mustered the strength to scream as loud as you could, praying to anything and anyone that beel would find you in this godforsaken maze. when you heard the figure stagger backwards, you hauled yourself up to your feet, ignoring the way your leg begged you to stop running. panicked and desperate to not get caught, you ran as fast as you could. at least, in such a situation, which wasn’t nearly as fast as an unharmed demon. in what felt like seconds, there were suddenly claws digging into your forearm. you were at your wits end. with too much happening and not enough light to see any of it, there was nothing left for you to do other than give up.

“beel,” you wailed into the dark, chest heaving as you fought back sobs. your arm went limp as the strange demon dragged you around. you practically considered yourself dead, but then you finally heard his voice from afar.

beel called your name just as frantically, if not more than you called his. by the time he reached you, you weren’t able to register his presence, too deep in your fears to hear him calling to you. but then he pulled the other demon off you, pulled you back to reality, taking a gentle hold on your shoulders as he spoke in a slow, soothing voice. “it’s okay, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” his voice, at first muffled by your own erratic heartbeat, became clear, cutting through the darkest images you had witnessed today. you exhaled shakily, bringing your hands up to feel for beel. “MC, i’m right here.” his voice sounded from above.

your lower jaw quivered as you continued to search for him. “beel, i can’t see. where are you?”

beel clicked his tongue in what seemed like anger, but he was quick to set the feeling aside. “i’m going to hold your hand for a second, so don’t be scared, okay? it’s just me.” as promised, you felt his fingers curl around yours, guiding your hand to rest on his shoulder. “MC, did he hurt you?”

you shook your head, looking down at where you would’ve been able to see your ankle if there was light. “no, but i- i fell down a pit or something earlier. i don’t think i can walk.” you felt his grip tighten around you for a split second.

“i’m going to carry you, okay? just close your eyes and we’ll be out in no time.”

at the notion of getting out, you bursted into tears, tucking yourself as close as you could to beel while he lifted you up. ever the gentle giant, beel cradled you softly, rubbing his nose into your hair every so often while he searched for the way out. he planned his steps carefully, taking extra caution to make sure you bumped into nothing as you made your way out. and eventually, light began to flood your vision again, slowly revealing a “we made it” sign at the end of the tunnel. it took a while for you to adjust to the light, having spent so much time in complete darkness. you turned your face to hide in beel’s jacket, shuddering as he shifted you in his arms to better protect you from the haunted house employees. you weren’t able to see the worker demons’ expressions, but from the way their voices shook, you couldn’t help but think they were scared.

“c-congratulations on making it out! we have special photos from hidden cameras that you can buy-”

“you hurt them.” beel cut them off with a growl, holding you even closer as he spat at the other demons. “i suggest you shut this scam of a haunted house down now before i call lucifer and have him destroy it himself.”

there was a hasty agreement and an incoherent chorus of apologies before the room fell silent again. you blinked your vision back to normal, catching the way beel’s gaze burned with anger before it was replaced with worry. “i’m sorry, MC. i should have found you quicker. i should have never let us get separated.”

reaching a hand up, you brushed over his cheek softly with your knuckles, exhaustion beginning to take over your body. “it’s okay beel,” you replied quietly. “just promise me something?”

“anything.”

your hand fell back down to rest on your own chest as you tried to press more of beel’s warmth into yourself. “please don’t leave me tonight.”

beel sighed into your hair. “i won’t leave you ever again,” he declared, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as a seal to his promise.

a/n: i can't think of words anymore i'll be trying to write conversations but then it's a mix of tagalog, japanese, korean and english and i cannot for the life of me differentiate anything anymore so tbh sorry if this isn't that great </3 but if you're here, thank you for reading this far.

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bring him home | chapter three

Summary: Tony finds out.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. Captain America: Civil War & Endgame? Grief. Mentions of Murder, Death and Sex.

Word Count: I haven’t edited it just yet so not sure. I’ll update once I have.

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A/N: I wrote this chapter before even finishing Chapter Two. It broke me. Also, this was meant to be chapter four but I felt bad after not posting for a while and just letting this sit here so here you go.

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One Year.

Surrounded by Goats.

“How did Tony take it? You know, us being, well, us?” He questioned as he looked out to the Wakandian water, your head resting on his lap while you read. Sighing, you put your book to the side and sat up on your knees.

“He doesn’t know.” You played with a loose thread on his sling as you whispered the confession to him.

“What? Wait, you haven’t told him?” Bucky cupped your face which his hand, moving you to look at him. “Where does he think you are?” You move your hands around, gesturing towards Wakanda. “Why does he think you’re here?”

“I told him I’ve been coming here to meet up with Shuri,” You smiled remembering how grateful you were to T’Challa for opening Wakanda to the world, not only helping provide resources to other countries but also for giving you an excuse to tell your dad. “We’ve been working on a tech thing,” you move your hand over to Bucky’s armless shoulder. “Which, isn’t a lie.”

“You just left out the part that you’re sleeping in a hut, surrounded by goats, with an armless 100-year-old man?” Laughing, he shook his head at you while you just nodded at him.

It Still Wants Him.

“I lost a lot of loved ones,” you sighed as you looked around the small circle of group members attending today. “I lost a lot of friends, co workers, my brothers, I thought I had lost my dad at first and I also lost the love of my life.” You hadn’t realised your dad standing in the shadows of the entrance. His head was down as he listened to his child heartbroken over loss. The one life experience he couldn’t protect you from or heal. He wanted to see how your idea was working out, he wanted to see how you were helping people while you yourself have not yet been helped.

He was shocked to hear you say “love of your life.” He racked his brain on who you could be talking about, as far as he was aware, you didn’t care about romantic relationships. The others in group knew who you were, knew you lost friends, family, co workers and your brothers. Yet, they too were just as confused as your dad had been to learn this information. They had never seen you in any tabloids in regard to romance. Surprisingly considering who raised you.

They were asking all the same questions your dad was thinking. “What was their name?” “When did you know they had disappeared?”

“His name was James,” No, your dad thought, it can’t be. “Everyone knew him as Bucky, but, he liked it when I called him James.” He stared at you through the shadows, debating if he should storm in and demand to know the truth. He didn’t need to, you carried on speaking. Freely, opening about it all, all he could do was listen. “And, I watched him disappear after fighting Thanos.”

“I have never met anyone like him in my life. So calm and patient. It felt like a connection the second our eyes met for the first time. He was funny, charming and just all-around a nice guy. He had a lot of trauma but he worked hard to grow from it. He meant more to me than anyone could imagine.” You sighed, rubbing your left arm subconsciously. “There was a lot of tough times at the beginning, especially when you consider how we met and the complexity of us just knowing each other. But, I couldn’t imagine anyone else filling the space in my life like he did. I wished for him to be the man I grew old with, built a home with, possibly had children with.” You wiped a tear that started falling with your shelve. This was when you noticed your dad, you made direct eye contact with him and you had never felt so small under his gaze. Disappointment. That’s what you were. “Anyway,” you choked as you carried on, not dropping his gaze. “I knew us being together would have hurt so many people. That was the last thing I ever wanted to do. But, the heart wants what it wants and my heart, wanted him.” This was when you dropped his gaze and looked around at the fellow group members. “It still wants him.”

After the last member had left the sports hall of Midtown, you followed them into the schools parking lot. You lifted your head to notice your dad leaning against your car with his hood up. With a deep breath, you walked towards him.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You spat before he could open his mouth, you tried to open your car door but he slammed his hand against it. “Dad, please, I don’t want to hear it.”

“You’re sleeping with a murderer.” It was as if he hissed at you, anger spat like venom as he looked down at you.

“I’M A MURDERER.” “And in case you forgot what happened a year ago, I’m not sleeping with him anymore.”

“Y/N he killed-“

“I understand you’re still hurting, Dad. I would be too if it was you and Pepper.” He saw the pain you still carried from only ever hearing stories about them but never getting to meet them yourself in your eyes, there was also the love you had for a man you grew to know as himself and not a killer. “But, it wasn’t him. Surely, with that genius mind you’d be able to comprehend that.” His head dropped with a sigh. “He loved me, he was kind to me, he made me happy. Isn’t that enough for you as my dad? Not as an avenger or a son? Just, my dad?”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Looking back up, reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. “You to be happy.”

“I miss him, dad, I miss him so much.”

Pulling you into his arms placing a hand on your head, allowing you to sob into his chest.

“I know, Kid, I know.”

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sinner-as-saint · 1 year

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we can make it till the end

Bucky x Reader au

Run-through: You’ve known Bucky and his family for years. Bucky’s parents were close friends of your fiancé and soon, they became your really good friends too. But then in one terrible accident Bucky lost both of his parents and you lost your fiancé. Ever since, you and Bucky became each other’s rock for the years which followed. You were there for him like family. But then, Bucky’s behaviour changes and you realise that he wants something you’re not so certain you can or should give him: your heart.

Themes: smut, age gap, older!reader (late thirties) x younger!bucky (early twenties), ANGST, mention of loss and death, fluff, hurt/comfort, taboo romance, jealous/possessive!bucky, mention of suicidal thoughts (brief), very mild breeding kink,

a/n: this is very long

The alarm system notified you that a car had just entered the property. And you smiled so bright at the sound that your face hurt.

Bucky was here. And he was early!

You were currently at the lake house that your late fiancé had bought in collaboration with his two best friends - Bucky’s parents - when they were young; a place where they’d come to reset, a place they came to when they didn’t want to deal with anyone else. This was their favourite place in the world, and now it was yours too. And you were sure it was Bucky’s as well.

After all, there were so many memories attached to this place. Happy and sad. All those weeks in summer spent here, and winter, and autumn, and spring. So many Christmas days and New Years. You were all here where Bucky received his acceptance email from uni. You were all here to celebrate whenever any of you had a successful business venture. You never really did much; just swam in the lake and enjoyed each other’s company but just quality time was all you needed.

And sadly, you and Bucky were right here when you received the phone call that your fiancé and Bucky’s parents had been in an accident while they were coming back from the store. You drove yourself and Bucky to the hospital from here to see whether or not your loved ones would make it. They didn’t. Bucky and you had this lake house to come back to after the burial of the three.

You and Bucky made sure to always come to the lake house at least a few times in a year. A couple weekends here and there just to keep the memories of this place alive. And to relive the memories of when this house was filled with people now gone.

It was a lovely property in the heart of pine woods and mountains, with the lake in the backyard. Lush and green. Especially during this time of the year when it was chilly and foggy, but not too much. The house itself reminded you of contemporary and Victorian architecture mixed together.

It was elegant and airy, and almost each room in the house had floor-to-ceiling windows which was perfect to let the outside in, given the breathtaking surroundings. The lake and the woods kept the air crisp and cool at all times.

But the best part of the house was how warm and home-y it was inside.

You heard a knock on the door and your smile grew a little more. You rushed to the huge front door and opened it to find Bucky on the other side, looking every bit the final year university student he was. Hair styled in a messy ‘bed hair’ way, wrinkled t-shirt, faded and worn jeans, comfy hoodie, his backpack on one shoulder and his travel bag in one hand.

“Hello gorgeous,” He greeted you in the boyish, flirty way he always did.

“Bucky!” You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a warm hug. He dropped his bags immediately and hugged you back; needing the hug as much as you did. “It’s so good to see you.”

You sighed in relief each time you met Bucky since the day you both suffered significant losses. After the funerals and everything, Bucky moved to attend uni and you always worried that you’d never meet the boy you knew ever again. But then, that same year, some months later when you contacted him and suggested that you celebrate Christmas together at the lake house like you always used to do, you were surprised when he agreed.

You were even more surprised when he showed up looking healthy and well. He was just a young boy when he left for uni, but he showed up on Christmas day looking nothing like the lanky kid he used to be.

And even now, years later each time he shows up you’re reminded that he’s growing into a capable young man. Now he’s so tall and strong that his tight hugs hurt a little bit with all those muscles.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He mumbled into your hair as he tightened his arms around you purposely.

You laughed. “Oh, let me breathe.” You joked as you pulled away from the hug to get a good look at him. You cupped his face in your hands and smiled at him, “How are you, young man? You look great!” You said as you let him step inside. “You know, I still look forward to the day you’ll bring a partner along with you.”

Bucky chuckled, walking into the house with his arm casually thrown over your shoulder. “Nah, this is our special place. It’s ours, just you and I.” He said. And turns to look at you with a soft smile once he drops his bags on a couch in the living room.

You hold back your tears just at the sight of him. He doesn’t resemble any of his parents, yet he reminds you of some of the best friends you’ve ever had. He reminds you of all those years back when coming here felt like coming home.

“It’s so good to be here, isn’t it?” You asked. It’s something you always say whenever you come here ever since the accident. And each time, even years later, Bucky agrees.

He looked around the house as he said, “Yeah.” Then he looked at you with that naturally pouty, boyish face and said, “This feels like home.”

You couldn’t help but walk up to him and give him another hug. He welcomed it, wrapping his arms around you.

“I miss them. I miss them so much.” You said, unable to help the way your eyes finally water a little bit. Over the years, you’ve cried so much that it feels like your body can’t quite produce a lot of tears anymore.

Bucky kept his arms around you, firm and strong. “I miss them too.” He added, “But look, you’ve still got each other. We still have this place, we’ll always have this place. We’ll be okay.”

That made you smile, so you pulled away to look at him. His handsome face, his sharp jawline, his slightly messy hair. He no longer looks like the boy you used to know. He's stronger, in so many ways. He’s different. But his blue eyes still remind you of that young boy who lost his parents way too early in life.

“When did you get so wise?” You teased him. “And what have you been eating? Hugging you hurts now.” You pulled away from the hug and grabbed his bag from the couch, he grabbed his backpack and followed you as you led him upstairs to his room.

“Working out helps with the stress. Plus I get super strong.” He said as the two of you took the stairs. “I’m very handy now, you see? I can open any jars, I can do any heavy lifting and all that.” He boasted.

“Yeah, yeah, kiddo. I get it, the muscles get everyone going. I get it.” You teased him again and noticed his cocky smile is hiding something. But you dropped it for now.

You led him to his room and dropped his bag on the bed and looked around. You and Bucky have made very few changes to the lake house over the years following the deaths which changed your lives. Other than maintenance stuff, everything is just as it was. And you both like it this way. But that also means Bucky’s room is still the same one he’s had since he was a young boy.

“God, this is embarrassing.” He commented, looking around.

You laughed at his ridiculous posters. “I like it, I think it adds character.”

He gave you a playful glare which made you laugh even harder. “Oh please.” He took a look around and said, “I’ll get this sorted before I leave this time.”

“Sure,” You nodded, “Whatever you want.” Then you turned to leave. “Come downstairs when you’ve freshened up, I’m making tea. I also made your favourite cookies this morning.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up, “You are an absolute angel, you know that? I haven’t had real food in a long time. I’m gonna eat my weight in those cookies.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you left the room. Some things still don’t change.

–

You were downstairs on your own for about half an hour. Sure, you’d taken time off work to come here but you still had to answer countless emails. Handling two major businesses was no joke. After Bucky’s parents passed, you took over their businesses in his place just until he’s done with uni and can replace his parents. You also had to manage your own so it was double the amount of work. More meetings, more risks, more stress, more emails…

“You work too hard.”

You heard his voice from behind you and before you could turn around, you felt Bucky’s hands on your shoulders, massaging the knots away at the back of your neck. You’d been staring at your screen for the past thirty minutes, so the impromptu massage was very much welcomed.

“Oh,” You groaned, “That feels great, thank you.”

“I should help out with work.” He said, massaging a bit further down, finding all the knots and easing them.

“No,” You say softly. “You focus on uni, you’ll be done within a year anyway. Then you can take over and handle what’s always been yours. I can manage until then, don’t you worry.” His concern touched your heart.

“But it’s too much for you.” He argued, sounding like he’s sulking as he massaged down your shoulder blades with his strong, calloused hands. “You don’t even have to do all this for me.”

“Bucky,” You smiled softly, “You and your parents would’ve done it for me if it was the other way around. I know that with certainty. I’m not doing this out of obligation, I’m doing it because I loved your mom and dad. I still do. I take care of all this for you because I want to, because I care.”

He caught the sadness in your voice and his hands stopped for a brief moment before he continued working on your tense shoulders.

“I know.” He said, and you caught something in his tone which you couldn’t quite decipher but you let it go. For now.

“Oh come on, stop sulking. I made us tea.” You got up from the chair and made your way to the cupboards in the open kitchen without turning around to look at Bucky. But then you felt him there standing behind you as you struggled to get the mugs from the top shelf. “Uh, a little help here, muscle man?”

Bucky chuckles, “I’ll get them for you. Step aside.”

You did and for a moment you were baffled at the sight of Bucky. In nothing but his tight, black underwear which clung to his body like a second skin. Your brain stopped working for a few seconds, it could do nothing but register the sight of Bucky - smooth, tan skin and muscles. His hair and back still a little damp from his shower. Then you noticed the few tattoos he must’ve gotten recently; especially on his hands and sides.

“Here,” He said, handing you the two largest mugs he could find up there. His voice brought you back to the present.

You accepted the mugs, finally meeting his stare. He looked cocky, smirking as he held your stare as if to see who’d look away first. Of course, you do. Then you tried to lighten up the mood and dissipate the weird, awkward tension that somehow crawled its way into the room.

“You’re not in your dorm anymore. Did you forget to put clothes on, young man?” You asked him, making sure to keep your voice steady. Not that it bothered you much but seeing him nearly naked out of nowhere came as a surprise.

“It’s warm inside,” He came over to sit at the breakfast counter, “Besides, I rarely ever wear clothes when I’m in here, remember? Because I never know when I wanna go for a swim.”

You smiled, sliding his mug over to him and his plate of cookies which is sure to disappear in less than a few minutes. “Yeah, yeah, I remember. I also remember how you drench the entire house in lake water after you’re done swimming but refuse to get dry before you come in.”

He frowned playfully, then spoke with a mouthful of cookies, “I stopped doing that years ago. I’m not a kid anymore.”

You smiled at him, shaking your head again. “Sure, we’ll see.”

“Fine.”

And just like that, the conversation flowed. The weird tension and awkwardness from earlier forgotten. You talked about uni, about his classes and friends. You talked about the past, about his parents and your fiancé. You talked about the future and how he’s excited but nervous to take over his parents’ businesses.

“You’ll be amazing. People are gonna love you and you’re gonna do a great job.” You reassured him.

He smiled, reaching across to hold your hand in his. “And you’ll be there with me, right? Every step of the way?”

Your heart melted at the way he spoke; like a nervous kid. “Of course, Buck. I’ll always be there for you.”

You began talking about some of the people who can’t wait to meet him; mainly business partners but also some of the staff who were really close with his parents. And you didn’t realise it at first, but the whole time you’d been talking, Bucky kept holding your hand, his thumb slowly caressing your skin.

When you did realise, you made some excuse and nonchalantly pulled your hand away. “Now, how about I get started on dinner and then we watch a movie?”

Bucky nodded, “Yes, please I need real food. Campus food is awful.” He groaned.

“What do you want for dinner? I can make us pasta.”

His face brightened up at the sound of that. “Yes. With a shit ton of good fucking cheese with that, please.”

You frowned, then laughed at the cuss words, “Bucky!”

He got up and stretched, those muscles moving along his body, “What? My parents aren’t here now, I can cuss.”

He laughed and ran away before you could chuck the tea towel at him. Silly him and his twisted sense of humour.

–

The kitchen was designed like a prism of glass so you could see outside really, really well. Which also meant that you could keep an eye on Bucky as he swam in the cold lake in the cloudy afternoon. He never had issues being on his own given he had no siblings and even now, he was very comfortable with the silence and lack of company while he was out in the lake.

He was such a strong boy. Sure, his heart was broken after he lost his parents but he never stopped being resilient.

That thought train brought you to the two weird, awkward instances that happened earlier. Of course, you never minded Bucky walking around in his swimming trunks or him holding your hand when he was younger.

Then the reality settled in. He’s all grown up now. Not just your best friends’ son, but a proper young man now. Should you start putting up gentle boundaries? Then again, you don’t want to push him away in any way because you’re closer to him than the rest of his distant family members.

Your mind was preoccupied with this as you cooked. So much so that you didn’t notice him get out of the lake and make his way upstairs. You only realised he was inside the house when he stepped into the kitchen, showered and dressed this time.

“Ah, you remembered to put clothes on this time.” You joked, looking at him dressed in his white shirt and dark pants.

Bucky chuckled as he walked over and leaned against the counter, watching you as you cleaned up and put the pans in the dishwasher. You were normally used to this, back then, Bucky would spend hours with you in this kitchen; just watching you as you cooked or baked him his favourites.

But tonight, his stare is different. But you shake it off, calling yourself insane for overthinking this. Then out of nowhere Bucky said, “Let’s eat in the conservatory. Should we open a bottle of wine? I’ll go check the wine cellar, we usually have good stuff down there.”

By the time you could respond, he was already gone. It was a little odd to imagine you and Bucky having dinner and wine for some reason. Maybe because you’d thought of him as a young boy this whole time, and now that he’s acting like a grown up, it’s taking you some getting used to.

He’s almost twenty-five after all. You smiled faintly to yourself, shaking your head at the thought. Wine… conservatory… When did he get so grown up to care about these things?

—

The wine he chose was amazing, it paired with the pasta you made extremely well. Bucky couldn’t stop moaning as he ate, and it made you feel a little sad when you thought about what crap he must be eating at uni.

“I wish I could bring you back to uni with me.” He spoke, washing down his food with a long sip of wine.

You laughed, “For what? So I’d cook for you. Bit sexist, don’t you think?”

He laughed as well, “No, not just the food. It’d be great to have you there, you know? Like a real friend.”

You almost frowned at the word choice: friend. You always thought you’d end up being a parental figure for him as he grows up and takes over the family business. Sure, your bond was friendly and comfortable. But a friend sounded like… more. Or maybe you were just overthinking it.

You smiled at him after finishing your wine in one go. “You don’t have much longer to go, Buck. You’ll graduate and be out of there in no time.”

He smiled at that, “I know. Then I’ll move to the city like you. Actually, I may end up being your neighbour.”

You chuckled, “So you can just come over and eat my food anytime you want?”

Bucky’s eyes were down on his plate and at the sound of that question, he slowly looked up at you with an unreadable look on his face. Then he said, “Yeah, amongst other things.”

You didn’t quite catch that so you scoffed and said, “What?”

But Bucky was already standing up. “Let’s dance.”

You smiled up at him. “Now?”

He tapped a few times on his phone and music started playing, filling the conservatory with gentle notes, “Come on, dance with me.” He didn’t wait for a reply, he simply grabbed your hand and pulled you up.

You chuckled and went along. Eyes widening when you realised it was one of your favourite songs (a/n: it’s the slowed down version of ‘yes to heaven’ by lana del rey btw). So you danced with Bucky, the two of you slow dancing in the conservatory like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

“You remember.” You said quietly.

“Of course, you mentioned you loved this song once. A few years ago.” He replied.

What Bucky didn’t know was that this song held a special place in your heart. You’d never told anyone this but years ago, back when you were engaged, you always wanted this to be the song you danced to with your partner at your wedding. No one knew, except for your fiancé and well, that secret went with him. As did the dream of a first dance.

Listening to it now, it made your eyes water again. Your heart feeling heavy all of a sudden. It never got easier, remembering. Bucky’s shoulder was right there so you laid your head on it, crying silently.

Bucky noticed the moment the first tear fell from your eyes. And he didn’t say anything.

He kept his arms around you, swaying gently to the music and the melancholic voice for who knows how long. The song played on a loop for a couple of times. Your tears fell and dried up. Your heart was a little lighter, but the memories still hurt.

“I’m right here.” He said, his voice firm and steady. “You know I’ll always be right here.”

You nodded. Then you looked up at him with slightly watery eyes. “I know. I’m here too.” You reassured him.

This time, Bucky refused to look away again. And neither could you. You were hurting and someone familiar was nearby so you clung to the comfort. His stare was comforting, though still unreadable.

But the moment Bucky leaned an inch closer, you pulled away. Blinking, stepping out of his embrace. For some reason, you couldn’t look at him right away so you got your hands busy and said, “I’ll clear the table. We still have a movie to watch. Can you go set it up while I do this?”

Bucky left without a word said.

You were a mess while you transferred the plates from the conservatory to the kitchen. Sure he wasn’t about to lean in and … no. It’s just the wine, you kept reminding yourself. It was the wine and the memories that came with the song. You were vulnerable and hurting and he was probably missing his parents too so… it was nothing.

You went upstairs and got changed into PJs before you came downstairs again. You found Bucky in the living room, on the couch with the blankets you always used for movie nights.

“You remembered these too.” You spoke, getting comfy on the couch and grabbing one of the blankets.

He smiled, “I never forget a thing.” Then he reached down and handed you a bowl of popcorn of your own. “I didn’t even forget your favourite caramel popcorn.”

That cheered you up immediately, “Oh! Thank you. What are we watching?”

Again, as the movie started and a quiet conversation flowed between the two of you, the awkwardness from earlier was long forgotten.

Halfway through the movie, your eyes began drooping. But you fought it for as long as you could, eventually scooting closer to Bucky so you could place your head on his shoulder again. The moment you did, you were asleep.

Bucky watched you instead of the movie. He’d fought these feelings for way too long now. He was in love with you since way before he knew what being in love meant. But you always treated him like a young boy, a kid. Okay, at some point he was. But now? Couldn’t you see he could take care of you now?

Couldn’t you see him for who he was? Couldn’t you see that he was strong enough for both of you now? That he was all grown up, and strong, and capable of being your man?

The movie ended and the room was suddenly darker than earlier, now only illuminated by moonlight. The moonlight reflected on the calm lake too, turning it silvery. Bucky looked down at your face so close to his and he couldn’t help but trace a finger down your cheek.

Wrong move. Because that woke you up.

You were completely disoriented, blinking in confusion. Bucky couldn’t help himself as he gently grabbed your chin, “Hey,” He whispered.

“Hmm?” You were still disoriented as you looked up at him.

He couldn’t stop himself and before he knew it, his mouth was on yours, kissing you like he’d been dreaming of doing for years now. He sensed your surprise and felt how you froze against him, surely still disoriented but trying to figure out what was happening. But he wasn’t ready to stop yet.

So he kissed you with even more vigour. Cupping your face and licking into your soft, warm mouth as his hand drifted down to your breast. He heard you let out a gasp the moment he cupped you through your satin PJs, Bucky moaned into your mouth as he kissed you deeper, fondling with your breast and nipple. He couldn’t help himself, he felt like an animal pawing at what’s his to play with.

And that broke you out of whatever half awake state you were in. You quickly realised what you were doing, opening your eyes to find Bucky nearly on top of you. You quickly pushed him away and got off the couch, breathing heavily.

“Hey,” Bucky spoke gently as he tried to grab your hand again, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me.” He walked up to you, almost pulling you into his arms again.

“Bucky, no.” You stopped him softly, standing in the middle of the dark room with your hands in your hair. God, what the fuck were you doing just now?

“It’s okay, I-,”

“No,” You said, a little more firmly. “It’s not. I…” You took a deep breath before you accidentally snapped at him. “Just go to bed, Buck. It’s late.” You were calm again, though your heart kept racing.

He lingered for a few seconds more, before rushing up the stairs.

It was late and your mind was a mess so you curled up on the couch and tried falling asleep there itself but then you kept thinking about Bucky’s lips on yours and you wanted to cry. This was Bucky for goodness’ sake, how could you have let this happen?

You waited for a while and then walked up the stairs, cringing hard when you saw Bucky’s room. You rushed into your bedroom and let the tears fall. You were crying mainly out of frustration, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were betraying your friends who were gone. This was their son. You were meant to guide him and help him be the best version of himself, not whatever this was.

You laid down in bed and fell asleep shortly after, dreading the morning to come.

—

Morning came and you woke up feeling less terrible. It’ll be okay, you told yourself, perhaps you’ll go downstairs and Bucky will pretend nothing happened and you’ll fall into your little routine like you always do and everything will be fine.

You got dressed and ready for the day and right before you went downstairs, you decided to step out on the balcony of your bedroom for a little while. The chill morning air always made you feel better.

So you did. You stepped outside and breathed in the forest air and all was well again. Then in the distance, out in the lake you saw Bucky swimming casually like he always did. You also saw the moment he realised you were out there too. You waited for a cold reaction, or any awkwardness. You waited for him to ignore you and keep swimming. But he didn’t. He raised a hand and waved at you.

You immediately waved back, breathing out in relief. You wouldn’t know what you would do if things got messy and sour between you and Bucky. He was closer than family and you two had endured so much together that you always believed your bond would be indestructible.

But then last night… was simply a mistake, you told yourself. You had had wine and he’s young and a little wild and it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. No, he must not have meant it.

So you went downstairs and got started on breakfast. You were a little on the edge so when Bucky walked in, with a towel on his shoulders, you nearly jumped at the sight of him.

“Morning,” You said smiling, then pointed at the pan, “I’m making breakfast, hurry up in the shower and come eat before it’s cold, okay?”

Bucky nodded with a smirk and replied, “Yes ma’am.” Then walked away, and you could hear him rushing up the stairs.

You made two plates and set them down on the breakfast counter just as Bucky walked back into the kitchen. Showered and dressed, but just in dark grey sweatpants this time. And you didn’t comment on his lack of a shirt this time.

“Coffee?” You asked.

“Yes please.”

You poured coffee in two mugs and sat down to eat as well. And for the first time in forever, breakfast time was tense. Neither of you spoke, neither of you really ate either. Just sips of coffee and pushing your food around on your plate.

You took it upon yourself to stop torturing both of you. “Okay, if you’re still thinking about what happened last night, I-,”

“It was my fault.” He replied quickly, cutting you off.

You waited for an apology because that’s how this conversation went in your head. Apologies and forgiveness and then done, back to how you normally act. But Bucky didn’t apologise. Not that you needed him too, but it would’ve made this a lot less weird.

Then you couldn’t take it. “It was probably mine too.”

“No it wasn’t.” He said, “It was my fault.”

You placed your mug down. “It’s not gonna happen again.” You said, and watched how he tensed up like he didn’t like the sound of that. “So can we please stop being awkward now? You mean so much to me, Buck, I can’t bear not talking to you.”

Bucky gave you a soft smile. Then said, “Also I went swimming this morning.”

You picked up your mug again, smiling as you said, “I know, I saw you.”

“I didn’t bring even a drop of lake water in.” He boasted. “You can check.” He gave you a cocky look.

You chuckled, “Guess you really grew up, huh?”

His smile faded for a brief moment as he said, “I did.” Then he quickly added, “Hey, can you make those cupcakes today?”

You smiled at the normalcy again. “Yeah, sure. Will you help me with the icing? Like you used to do?”

“Of course.”

—

You two talked while you made the batter and put the cupcakes in the oven. You played board games while you waited for the cupcakes to be done and cool.

Then you got the icing ready in pipes and Bucky helped.

“You remember how I used to always mess up the icing just so you’d give me the ruined cupcakes?” He asks, nostalgia heavy in his tone.

“Yeah, and you’d purposely mess up just to eat more.” You added, remembering that too.

Bucky laughed, “I still don’t get how I was skinny up until I went to uni, with the amount of your cupcakes I ate each time we were here.”

You chuckled at the memory of young Bucky stuffing his face with cupcakes. “You were a growing boy then.” And then you turned to look up at him and caught him smuggling yet another cupcake into his mouth, “Guess you still are.” You teased.

He smirked, then piped a huge amount of icing on his finger and casually just smeared it on your cheek. You froze in surprise.

“You did not…”

“Oh, I did.”

Then it was your turn, but he kept moving away so you grabbed icing sugar and threw it right at his face when he least expected it. It went not just on his face but all over his bare chest as well.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he chased you around the kitchen. Your laughter and shrieks echoed in the house, until finally Bucky caught you and smeared some more icing on your face now that he had you trapped between his naked chest and the counter.

You had nowhere to go so you surrendered, laughing, “Okay, okay you win. You win, I give up.” Then you looked up at Bucky and there it was again, that look from last night when you were dancing in the conservatory.

“Bucky…” You said, ready to push him away but he held your hand so gently that your heart broke a little.

“Please,” He mumbled, “Let me have this.” His voice cracked, “Just once, please… you’re all I have.” There was so much hidden in his plea. ‘I’m broken and so are you, let’s be complete together.’ But were you ready for that?

You were quiet, and then he leaned in. Slowly, carefully he leaned in and kissed you again. You let him. He kissed you deeper, his hands resting on either side of your waist as he pressed his body against yours. You let him do that too. Feeling his body heat wrap around you.

But then his kisses got greedy and demanding, his hands slowly trailed up and down your sides, caressing your rib cage and making you feel involuntarily weak in the knees. “Fuck, this feels good…” He moaned. “You feel so good…”

This should feel wrong, immoral. But you’d been touch starved for so long that your body betrayed your mind and leaned into the touch, not caring about whose touch it was. It only needed warmth and attention which you’d deprived yourself of for years now.

“Bucky, we should stop…” You spoke softly against his open mouth. Though your body just wanted to seek solace from the Bucky’s touch.

He gasped against your lips, “We’re not doing anything wrong.” He reasoned, even though it took everything in him to hold back from ravaging you like a hungry beast. “Just kissing,” He mumbled, kissing you deeper, “I’m just kissing you. See?”

You felt his mouth drift down to your jaw, your ear, your neck… and you couldn’t think straight anymore; your heartbeats rang in your ears, your legs felt numb, your mind was all foggy with desire while also fighting to make sense of what was happening.

Bucky’s mouth drove you insane, his hands even more so as they slid under your shirt and groped and teased your breasts.

“Fuck…” He groaned against your skin, kissing and biting like he could consume you. “Fuck!” He growled right in your ear; making you shiver, “Tell me to stop, please.” He begged, like he couldn’t stop on his own, his warm breath fanning the side of your face, “Tell me to fucking stop, I can’t-,”

You cut him off by pushing him away and taking a few steps away from him yourself. Both of you breathing heavily, hearts racing, you couldn’t even look at him. Your face burned with a mixture of emotion, but mostly shame.

“We can’t.” You said, monotonously. “We cannot do this, Buck.”

You dared to look up at him and found him looking betrayed, and broken. Like he’d been stabbed and left to die.

“Why can’t you see what I see?” He asked, breathing hard as well. “We deserve each other.”

“Enough, Buck.” You shook your head. “You’re still young and you can’t see what I see.”

Bucky scoffed, getting irritated, “Young?” He repeated like the word burned his mouth as he said it. Then he was irritated because you kept avoiding his eyes, “Look at me!”

“I am!” You spat back, finally looking at him again, getting equally irritated - mostly at yourself. “I am looking at you, Bucky. And I cannot do this, we shouldn’t. Please.”

Something about the look on his face told you that this wasn’t the last time you’d be having this conversation. Very few things stayed the same about Bucky as he grew up, one of those being his stubbornness. He was also very spoiled.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then he asked, sounding as cocky as ever, “Do you hate me? Because the way you squirmed and moaned just now when I had my hands on your body? It didn’t feel like you hated me, nor my touch.”

Hate him? He meant so much to you, couldn’t he see that? You carefully ignored the last part of what he said and answered sincerely, sighing, “No Bucky, I could never hate you and you know that.” Your lips were still tingly, like his mouth was still on yours. You wanted it to feel wrong so badly.

He took a step forward, cornering you again. “Then is it someone else? Another man? Are you pushing me away because you’re seeing someone else?” He asked, looking every bit like a jealous lover of yours that he has no right to be. “And don’t you fucking lie to me.” You heard the growl hidden in his tone as he stepped closer, his body almost touching yours, “Is anyone else touching you when I’m not there?”

“Oh shut up, Buck.” You stepped out of the way before he trapped you again. “You can’t talk to me like that.” You said, as firmly as you could.

Bucky scoffed, “Oh yeah?” He stepped closer again, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him, “You didn’t seem to mind anything I did just now when I was about to bend you over that counter and-”

“Enough!” You got out of his arms and slapped him across the face so hard that your eyes began watering immediately. Oh god, no…

Bucky’s cheek turned red and the guilt made it hard for you to breathe. Your heart hurt more than it ever did. It hurt more after slapping him than it did when you thought about the past, or the life you could’ve had if the accident hadn’t happened. It hurt looking at his rapidly bruising cheek, knowing you struck him.

What were you thinking? He was hurting too. So much that he probably wasn’t even thinking straight. And you slapped him? On top of all that? You couldn’t bear the look in his glossy eyes as he turned to look at you like the confused boy he used to be a long time ago.

Your tears streamed down your face, silently. You turned around and walked away, sobbing quietly as you made your way upstairs to hide in your room until later tonight.

You were a mess even as you took a bath and changed into a comfy nightdress, thinking that maybe all that crying would put you to bed early. But no. Your mind just wouldn’t shut off. You skipped dinner obviously. You wouldn’t be able to look Bucky in the face, not tonight.

You tried reading, but you couldn’t focus. You tried answering emails but you simply didn’t have the energy to deal with work right now. So you just laid in bed and watched the ceiling. Your tears had dried up and there was none left, there was just guilt.

You’d gotten into the habit of caring for Bucky that there was nothing more you wanted to do than to just hug him and apologise for hurting him. Then maybe try and explain to him why this thing between you two would be wrong.

Another hour went by and the house was eerily quiet. You had only one fear for now, that you would wake up the next morning and find the house empty and Bucky would be gone, and that you might lose him forever. You sent a silent thought and apology to his deceased parents, some of the best friends you’d ever have, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to care for him.

Just then, you heard two soft knocks on your door. And the fear solidified inside of you. Is he here to say goodbye? As you walked over to the bedroom door to open it, you were almost certain you’d see him all dressed up with his bags packed, ready to walk out the front door. And if that were the case, you wouldn’t know how to stop him. This pushing and pulling that’s been going on for the past two days has to stop at some point. But what then? Would you lose Bucky forever? You couldn’t bear the thought of that.

You opened the door with a heavy heart, holding your breath. But all you found on the other side was the same Bucky from earlier. Dressed in his sweatpants, the icing sugar wiped off of his bare chest, that bruise forming on his cheek now darker but something was different. He had a look in his eyes. Not stubbornness, but determination. He wasn’t angry anymore. He gave you a soft look which only made you feel worse.

You sniffled, not realising that you’d been tearing up looking at the bruise on his face.

“Can I come in?” There was a hint of coldness like you’d never heard before in his voice. Like it was void of any emotion at all. But it was all a mask, you knew. He was hiding so much. How come you never saw just how much he was hiding all the time?

You didn’t trust your voice enough to speak so you just nodded quickly and opened the door wider to let him into the spacious bedroom. He walked in and when you shut the door behind you, he turned to look at you with an apologetic look on his face. Even though it was you who was supposed to apologise this time.

You kept wringing your hands, keeping your eyes low on the ground and unable to look at him. Your eyes watered again. But when he cleared his throat, you looked up at him instinctively.

His stare softened and he opened his arms for you gently. “Come here,” He whispered, like you were the one who needed comforting.

You sniffled and rushed into his arms, wrapping your arms around him and crying silently into the crook of his neck. “Oh Bucky…” You sobbed, “I’m so sorry for hitting you, honey. I don’t know what happened. I- I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just-,”

“Shh,” He cut you off, hugging you securely. “It’s okay. I was being out of line.”

You pulled away to look up at him with teary eyes, “I’m sorry.” You carefully reached out to touch his red cheek, “I know it hurts, I’m really sorry.”

Bucky gave you a soft smile, “I told you it’s fine.” He wiped the warm tear which fell down your cheek and said, “We need to talk.”

You nodded, slowly stepping out of his embrace. “Yes, we do.” You pointed at the two couches in the corner of the room and began walking over there when Bucky grabbed your hand and stopped you.

Standing in the middle of the dimly lit room, he said out of nowhere, “I’m in love with you. And there’s nothing I can nor want to do to change that.”

Well that came out of nowhere.

You sighed, promising yourself to stay calm and collected while navigating this delicate situation. You stared into his familiar blue eyes and took a deep breath before you spoke.

“Bucky… I know how it feels when you think you want something so badly. Especially when it’s something you know you shouldn’t want.” He was surprisingly quiet so you kept talking, “When I was younger, I thought the world belonged to me too. I thought it was mine for the taking and I thought I could just have whatever I wanted if I desired it passionately enough.” You inched closer, then refrained from touching his face fondly. “But then, you grow up to find that at some point, you need to consider other factors before you just take.”

He shook his head, “You’re not listening to me. I said I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time and I can’t hide it anymore.”

You sighed again, “Buck, you can’t be. This cannot happen, okay? Just please, don’t make this difficult for the both of us. You’re still so young, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

He argued immediately, in a bitter tone, “Don’t invalidate my feelings. And don’t talk to me like I’m a child.”

That made you feel worse, “I’m not.” You couldn’t help but cup his cheek affectionately like you did so many times throughout the years. “Honey… how do I explain this to you?” You shook your head, feeling your lashes getting wet with tears again. “The years I’ve known your parents were some of the best years of my life. We were all-,” Your voice cracked and Bucky noticed the way you trembled, “We were more than a group of friends, we were a family, especially here. I can’t betray them like this.”

Bucky gently wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping your palm pressed to his face and he leaned into your touch just barely. “Betray them?” He asked, in that same cold tone as earlier.

“Bucky…” You trailed off, not knowing what to say to that. You tried to pull your hand back but he wouldn’t let you.

Bucky kept going, “They left.” He said, like he was stating a fact. “We buried them, remember? We buried them together, you and I. They’re gone, long gone.”

You shook your head, “Parts of them live here, Bucky. Why do you think I keep coming back to this place?”

“I’m not asking you to forget them.” He clarified. “I don’t want to forget them. But we’re allowed to move on with our lives, are we not? Don’t you think they would want us to take care of each other?”

“Not like this, Buck. You don’t understand, you’re-,”

“What?” He scoffed, cutting you off, “I’m what? Too young? Too wild? I’m immature and I don’t understand the way the world works yet?” He scoffed again, “Do you know how broken I was when I left for uni after mom and dad?”

You sniffled, then said, “I know, honey, I-,”

He cut you off again, tightening his grip on your wrist, “No you don’t. You don’t know because you weren’t there.” His tone wasn’t accusatory, just sad.

You listened to each word carefully.

“I missed them so much, but I also missed you. I wanted to die. I felt alone and I thought I could never have you, thought I’d never even see you again. I knew your heart was broken because you loved him, and you could never love me like that.” He paused. “Then I thought maybe you’d never want to be back here again, that you’d want nothing to do with me because maybe I’d keep reminding you of what happened. I thought I lost you too.”

He paused again, wiping yet another silent tear which fell down your cheek.

“I was having all sorts of messed up thoughts. I kept thinking about how I should’ve been involved in the accident instead of mom and dad.” That made you sob but he kept going, he needed to let it all out today, “Because would’ve been a win-win for me, right? My parents would be safe, I wouldn’t have to watch the woman I love marry another man because he’d be dead too.”

You cried silently, not knowing whether to pull him in for a hug or to pull away from him. There was a glazed look in his eyes. Like he wasn’t there.

“But those thoughts were fucked up and scary. That’s when I knew I needed therapy.” When he looked into your eyes, the glazed look in his eyes wasn't there anymore. He continued, “So I got plenty of it, and it helped somewhat. I started taking care of myself again. But I was still so lonely. And then you reached out that same year, asking me to come back here for Christmas just so we can have some sort of normalcy in our lives.” He said, looking down at you with those soft blue eyes. “You saved me.”

You sighed shakily, your voice cracking as you spoke. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve reached out sooner.” You sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Buck.”

He shook his head. “You were hurting too. But you reached out just in time. I know how it sounds but I need you to know that I’m not just saying it, I mean it when I say I love you. I probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You’re all I have left,” He said, repeating what he said the other night.

Your heart was breaking all over again. “Bucky…”

“You need someone to take care of you too.” He murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed against your forehead when he spoke, “The people we loved, they’re gone. But you and I? We’re still here, aren’t we?” His voice was so soft now, whispering he pleaded, “Live, with me.” Then added, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Let me show you how good we can be together.” His mouth moved down from your temple, slowly down your tear-stained cheek, until it reached the corner of your mouth. “I can take care of you.” He whispered, “Let me.”

You were still silently crying. Mainly because it felt bad to admit that he might be right. Ever since the accident, and all the losses which followed, your life had come to a stop. You were just working and surviving each day. And repeat. Endlessly for years now. Coming to the lake house was your only escape but even then, days spent here hurt too. In a good way at times, but still hurt.

“I don’t know how, Buck.” You sniffled. “It just hurts. I don’t know if I can make it stop. Or if I should.”

“You deserved to be happy. To be loved, and taken care of. And so do I.” He said, cupping your face to make you look at him, “Don’t you think they would want us to be happy and stop hurting?”

You blinked and more tears fell down your face, “I’m scared.” You admitted, both your hands wrapping around his wrists for support because your legs felt weak.

Bucky leaned in and kissed you on the corner of your mouth as he wiped your tears away, “Scared of what, baby? Tell me.”

It took a while for you to formulate what you wanted to say. But Bucky was patient. He was quiet, just kissing your face until you could finally talk.

“To let go…” You sighed, “I’m not used to it not hurting. I… forgot what it was like before the- before the whole thing happened and now I’m scared, Buck. What if we’re disrespecting them?”

“I don’t mean to sound heartless but we’ve got to understand that they’re not here anymore. You and I are. And we need each other. We’re barely alive when we’re far from each other, far from this place. Don’t you see? We’re meant to be here together.” He spoke softly still. “It’s time now. Just, let go. I’m right here. I’ll catch you.” His mouth was just an inch away from yours as he whispered sincerely, “Let go, baby. I promise I’m right here.”

So you did.

You shut your brain down for a moment and leaned in to close the gap between your mouths. You kissed him.

Bucky’s hands drifted down your body until they grabbed you by the waist and pulled you further into him. Your hands slid into his soft hair as he deepened the kiss, urging you to walk backwards. Towards the bed.

You barely made it there, Bucky was already making you whine and moan with how gently but lovingly he touched you everywhere he could.

“This little thing is killing me,” He said, tugging on your thin, satin nightdress. “Can I take it off of you? Please?” He breathed into your open mouth, before kissing you again as he waited for a reply.

“Yes,” You said, breathless already. Though a little nervous since you knew there was nothing beneath the nightdress.

But Bucky knew that already. Which is why he just about tore the thing off of your body. He then took his time admiring and caressing every inch of your body before he carefully pushed you down on the bed behind you. And he was on top of you in a heartbeat.

“How am I supposed to behave when you walk around the house looking this good, huh?” He held himself up above you with one hand, while the other explored your now bare body.

He was barely touching you where you desperately needed him to but you were already moaning and squirming under him.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

You did. You opened your eyes and stared right up into those wild ocean blue ones.

Bucky smiled, then leaned to kiss you again. “Tell me you want me,” He whispered against your mouth as you arched your back because his fingers were dangerously close to your dripping folds.

“Fuck… I want you, Bucky. Please…”

He smirked against your lips, his fingers moving up your inner thighs until he found your wet folds. He parted then with his finger gently, sliding his two fingers up and down before teasing your hole, applying just enough pressure to make you whine under him.

“Is this okay?” He asked, pushing one finger inside you. His voice was deeper than usual which made you shiver.

You were breathless as you slowly slid your fingers into his soft, dark hair, “Yes,” You whimpered. “Yes, please…” You had stopped thinking about anything other than this moment right here. Let go… let go… let go…

Bucky kissed your neck while he slid his finger in and out of you, stroking you just right until you were a whimpering mess beneath him. Only then did he added another finger and your moans got louder and louder.

He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke softly like he was coaxing you, “My fingers feel good, don’t they?” He asked. “I know they do.” He cooed. “You see what I mean? If you let me take care of you, you can have this every day. In fact, multiple times a day. Whenever you want, baby.”

You whined even louder at the sound of those words, unable to help it. And Bucky loved that sound so much he almost gave it right there and then. But he didn’t want to make you come yet, so he brought you right on the edge and removed his fingers.

You whined in frustration but then felt his mouth gradually move down your body, kissing down your neck, nibbling and biting down your collarbones and teasing your breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and sucking on it until you squealed in pleasure. He kissed down your stomach, your hips, your thighs… until he knelt in between your bare legs and stared up at you.

“Will you let me taste you?” He asked, looking like he was having a hard time holding back from devouring you.

You answered by lifting your upper body up onto your elbows, grabbing him carefully by the back of his head and gently urging his mouth down on you.

You moaned when you felt him smirk against your wetness, his tongue darting out to lick you, parting your folds leisurely with his warm, eager tongue.

He placed his hands on both your thighs and spread your legs further apart, pressing his soft, warm mouth further into you. The sight of his head of thick, black hair in between your thighs was not something you ever wanted to forget.

“You taste so good.” He murmured, looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes, rubbing his lips all over your wet folds. His voice alone made you squirm and whine. “Tell me how good my tongue feels.” He said, parting your folds even more so he could lick deeper inside you.

It felt like you were losing your mind, unable to form a coherent thought.

When you didn’t answer right away, Bucky pulled away and gave you a playful bite on your inner thigh. “Tell me.” He repeated, refusing to go back to eating you out until you told him what he wanted to hear.

You cried in frustration before whispering, “Oh you feel so good, Buck. So fucking good… and I want more, please, I want more,” You whined, feeling your wetness slowly dripping out of you while he watched shamelessly.

He smirked, bringing his mouth down on you again. His warm, wet tongue made you whine and squirm even more as he held you there, open for him, feasting on you as he pleased.

Your loud moans didn’t bother him. The way you tugged on his hair only made him lick deeper into you. He brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry out.

“So good…” he whispered, more so to himself as he kept making you moan louder and louder just with his tongue. “Better than I ever imagined…”

All you could focus on was how he slowly brought a finger up to your folds, sliding it slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds before he slid a finger inside you again, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.

When you arched your back, feeling his finger stroke you deep inside, Bucky pulled away and asked, “Am I the first man to touch you here in all these years? Is my finger the first thing to ever touch you here in a really long time? Hmm?”

Good god.

“Yes,” You whispered, breathless and wanting, moving your hips in slow circles as he fingered you, touching sensitive places you’d forgotten even knew existed.

You saw the look of primal pride in his eyes at the sound of that ‘yes’. Possessive and territorial. He kept his eyes focused on yours as he thrust his finger slightly deeper inside.

“Good.” He said, in a deep, gravelly voice. He kept his eyes on yours as he leaned down to press his mouth to your clit again, his tongue teasing your clit as he finger-fucked you until you squirmed and moaned and gasped under his touch. “Let go baby, come for me.” He murmured gently.

You moaned out loud, your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.

The outside world was long forgotten. This bedroom was your entire world right now.

You couldn’t help but smile faintly in bliss as Bucky left small kisses up your body, coming up to loom above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. And you wanted him so bad it hurt.

“See how easy that was?” He said, smiling down at you as his knuckles caressed your cheek. “Should we do that again?”

Nodding and breathless, you murmured, “Yes…”

Bucky chuckled. “I love you so much,” He whispered, giving you a quick kiss before pulling away to take off his sweatpants. Then he was onto you again, pressing you down on the soft bed sheets as he kissed you again.

His fingers found themselves in between your legs again, spreading your wetness around as much as possible before he began stroking himself, bringing the tip of his cock closer to your hole. He purposely slid his tip up and down your folds, making your back arch and making you whine into the kiss.

“I’m gonna make it feel good, baby,” He whispered against your mouth. “I’m gonna make it stop hurting, you hear me? I promise you I’ll make it stop hurting. And I’m gonna take care of you. Forever.” He kissed your face, whispering his promises into your ear while you whined and squirmed under him.

His body weight on top of you was comforting in ways you couldn’t describe. It felt like this is where you always wanted to be.

Bucky kept teasing you, sliding his cock up and down your slit, leaning down to brush his lips against yours just so he could swallow your moans and it was torture.

“Please,” You whispered into the kiss before biting down on his lip and sucking on it. “Please, fuck me.” You murmured again. “I can’t take this anymore.”

Bucky leaned in for a proper kiss, his tattooed hand wrapping around your throat gently as he slowly slipped his cock inside of you, groaning as he went. His lean, warm body pressing down onto you as he gradually slid in. breathless as well, he said, “You won’t believe how many times I’ve fantasised about you saying those words to me.” He sighed, pushing further into you. “I was too young then, I didn’t know how to make it good for you.” He said, chuckling to himself, “But I do now.”

You moaned as you felt him stretching you, filling you up. Every inch of him sliding into your tight hole and filling a void. You cried out when he struggled to fit in at first, and he had to gently force his cock in.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s just me, baby.” He whispered, “Let me in, it’s okay.” He held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist, then slowly leaned down to give you another kiss.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well.” He whispered against your mouth. “Your body will get used to me in no time.”

You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit. You whined and moaned at the unfamiliar but pleasurable feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you.

Bucky let out a growl when he felt your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you. He kept moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. No shame. No guilt. Just this feeling. There was no turning back now and this felt right. Oh God, it felt right.

“Look at how well you take my cock.” Then he let out a chuckle which made you shiver underneath him. His words only made you clench around him harder. He kissed along your cheek, “You feel so good.” He whispered into your ear, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your neck. “You feel like a perfect dream.” He breathed against your warm skin.

You moaned at how perfect his muscular body felt against yours. His hair tickled your cheek as he moved. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist.

“I feel good inside you, don’t I? Hmm?” His thrusts were relentless and unbearably good.

You closed your eyes as you felt the pressure around your lower body; tight and hot. It had been so long since you’d been with someone that the feeling was almost foreign.

“Look at you,” He whispered, “You look fucking beautiful with my cock inside of you.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. “You’re gonna take all of me, won’t you?” He said, kissing your skin. “All of my cum deep inside that womb, huh? Maybe you’ll even carry my baby. Fuck I can see you already, all pretty and swollen. We’ll make our own family together, won’t we?”

You nodded, unable to say because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. You could barely think straight.

“Well then,” his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it gently while he pounded into you faster than earlier, “Come for me.”

And that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock.

He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing.

But he wasn’t done yet.

He pulled out and flipped you around, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the soft pillows on the bed.

You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and teased in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan before he was even inside you again.

His body bent over yours, his warm chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “You’re all mine now, you hear me?”

You could hear the untamed hunger in his deep, low voice. You whimpered, “All yours.” You murmured, voice laced with need and lust as he pulled away from your ear and kissed along your shoulders.

Then you felt his hands on you as he gripped each side of your hips then pushed into you from behind. “There, you feel that? That’s your man fucking you.” He whispered fucking you with slow and deliberate strokes. “Your man who’s gonna take care of you from now on. You don’t have to worry about a single thing, you hear me? I’m here now. I’ve got you, baby.”

Your fingers desperately tried to grip the fabric beneath you tightly, and your mind felt foggy, you moaned wantonly as he pounded into you, not easing into it this time. He took you higher and higher.

Your walls throbbed and clenched around him each time he filled you up. With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Come for me again.”

You tightened around him immediately - coming undone again as you felt him come deep inside you, filling you up and groaning right into your ear as he did. The sounds of his growls and moans made you shiver under him.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He murmured, settling down in bed and spooning you from behind, keeping his still semi-hard cock buried inside you. He wrapped his arms around you and his voice lulled you to sleep as he whispered sweet promises into your ear. “I’ve got you now, don’t worry. I’m here…”

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When you woke up the next morning, Bucky was still asleep next to you. It took great effort to untangle yourself from his embrace without waking him up.

You took a minute or two to look at the bite marks and scratches all over his neck and chest, and you waited. You waited for the guilt to come flooding in, for the shame to suffocate you. You waited for it to feel wrong. But it didn’t.

You quietly made your way to the bathroom and did your usual morning routine; showered, brushed, got dressed in warm clothes. And then you stepped outside on the balcony as soundlessly as possible.

The forest around you seemed greener today. The wind felt more crisp than usual. The lake was more beautiful than it had ever been. The mountains seemed more magical than ever. It was like the world felt lighter and livelier around you this morning. Or maybe it had always been this way and you were just looking at it with a less broken heart this morning.

You closed your eyes for a moment, then you heard him walking up to you. Bucky wrapped a soft blanket around the two of you and hugged you from behind. He nuzzled your neck until it tickled and you laughed pulling away a little.

“Don’t scare me like that,” He said in his deep, morning voice. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed, I thought you left me.” He pouted a little.

You smiled faintly, looking down at the lake. “You know I could never leave you, Buck.”

He tightened his grip around you and smiled so bright it warmed you inside. “Because you love me?”

You chuckled, “Because I love you.”

He swayed the two of you side to side gently. Then his hand came up to rest on top of your belly and you felt him tense up behind you before he spoke up, “I know I said some things last night. And I would never force you to do anything but I need you to know that I was serious. I do want… all that with you. Like how I want everything with you. Not right now but, someday.”

You turned around to face him, your hands on his shoulders. Bucky’s blue eyes made any restlessness, any doubt go away. “Someday.” You agreed.

He smiled again and it made the world brighter than earlier. “You and I, we’ll make it, won’t we?”

You leaned in and hugged him, resting your forehead on his chest, breathing in his scent and relishing his warmth. Something fit into place as you did. Like a missing piece slotting back into place. So you said, confidently, “We will, Buck.”

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Fin.

a/n: psst, they did make it till the end ;)

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au

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The Three Instances that Tom Riddle denied his love for you and The One Instance he didn’t.

Tom Riddle x Reader

The first instance - Not enough seating on a cold winter’s morn

Tom was allowing himself to indulge in a book while sipping on a butter beer in Hogsmeade, finding a source of comfort in the warm building - a rather oxymoronic atmosphere to the bismal blizzard beyond the doors. However, what wasn’t comforting was the rest of Hogwarts being practically packed into the building - others having a similar idea to Tom, however deciding against a silent narrative; and. Instead opting for a loud and irritating conversion across the building.

Something implored him to look up from the page he had been repeating in his mind for the last twenty minutes to glance towards the door. The bell had been a constant ring however for some reason only this one drew him to it. Your face was red and your teeth were chattering, frosted flakes forming on your lashes and lips plump as a reaction to the cold. Your mouth flashed into an excitable grin when you saw your friends, making an effort to remove the matching white earmuffs and gloves and shrugging off the similar coat. He noticed how despite the wind and snow, your hair managed to stay perfectly intact, finalised by a black ribbon pulled into a bow to hold the final pesky strands back into a more visually satisfactory position.

Tom wanted to tell himself that it was sickly how perfect you looked, but he was also knowledgable enough to know the way his heart started to palpitate and how beads of sweat emitted from his forehead despite his cold stature wasn’t by chance - his heart could not lie so he settled on confused. Never before had he felt such strong emotions but then again he welcomed the swarm of butterflies encircling his stomach. After all, your presence was keeping him warm.

His eyes darted back to his book when you began to approach him and a flurry of questions rose in his brain. Why were you coming towards him? Did he have something on his face? What did you want? Did you reserve this table? And why was he panicking? “Excuse me?” You say, voice small yet sweet giving a delightful contrast to the bustling environment surround you both. He silently cleared his voice. “Can I help you?” He replied, surprising himself as he mirrored your sweetening voice. “I’m terribly sorry to bother, but is this seat taken? I’m afraid we are void of some.” You say, sincerity in your tone and your face visualised your apologetic comment. “Oh no, not at all. Please” he motioned to the chair and you thank him with a grin, taking it and sitting beside your friends.

The butter beer you were handed gave you a frosted stash and you licked it away quickly with a giggle. Tom thought wall he was watching one of those wizard porno magazines he had found on his dorm-mates bedside table. You were too perfect and he hated it.

Yes. He hated it.

The second instance - Tom is late.

He needn’t have been late. Thomas Riddle was never late. On time is late and early is on time in his book. His watch was lying. But no, his swift entrance into the potions classroom proved futile as everyone was already seated and settled. “Welcome, Mr Riddle please find a seat.” His teacher said, lucky to be favourites and his eyes calmly darted for a chair.

“The seat beside me is free, if you would like.” I voice spoke quietly from beside him and he peered down to see your doe eyes peering back kindly at him. “Yes, thank you.” He sat and soon realised he was unsure of what a was going on.

Your elbow touched his side slightly, drawing him away from his thoughts and towards you. You lean in and whisper “I’m aware you like to write your own notes, but I hope these are good enough to help you catch up.” You hand him your own that are scrawled in a declare and sophisticated hand and smile, turning away. Your whisper made his hair stand on end and spine shiver. He didn’t understand why something as simple as your made him feel this way, blaming it on the temperature of the dungeons and not you.

Soon enough however, it was time for the practical work to commence and he was therefore stuck being your partner. Not that he minded, of course. He just told himself he did. You were each gathering ingredients, you had spit the list into two and appointed one another different roles of which he just complied and went along with, scuttling about to source what you needed.

Walking back towards the cauldron, you find yourself suddenly getting caught on another student’s protruded chair and lurching ever so ungracefully falling. Tom turns as you do so, and for some reason instinctively dripping his own supplies to catch you and break your fall, landing in some sort of forbidden classical dance finale. You look up at him, breath caught in your throat as he mirrors your expression. He eyes you, looking you over concerned that you had hurt yourself. “Are you alright?” He asks, small and you nod, allowing him to help you back to your feet. “Yes, just a little surprised that’s all. Thank you, Tom.” You give him a small smile and hold his arm then turn back to the task at hand.

The student who’s chair it was hurries over to apologise. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so lazy to not put the stool where it belongs she wouldn’t have been in this predicament.” Tom snaps at the student who silences his apology, turning away and handing his head.

Tom looks at you both surprised at himself for protecting you and for the look you were giving him. A mischievous smile. “Aren’t you a knight in shining armour?” You giggle and he chuckles with a smirk. “Shouldn’t have been so negligent.”

But Tom shouldn’t have protected you, Tom Riddle let’s damsels in distress fall. Tom Riddle does not do selflessness.

The Third Instance - Your Festive Nature Rubs Off On Him

Christmas - the muggle celebration - was fast approaching. Spirits were high in Hogwarts and students were busy awaiting excitable festivities and warming hot chocolate; schoolwork discarded and teachers uncaring as they too felt the jolly spirit. But not Tom.

Tom thought it was ridiculous that people so incredible and wise as wizards and witches would celebrate such a lowly muggle holiday. He was quite happy to tuck himself away in the darkest corner of the library until it was all over. Some much needed studying was to be done and he wouldn’t let this infuriating date ruin his exceptional record.

Tom was nose deep into a pile of books taller than himself, when he heard footsteps fast approaching. He peered up slightly to see who dared to disrupt him and had to double take as he noticed it was you. You were adorned in bright red despite being a devoted green, holding a box of sickly sweet decor between your hands, walking towards him with a strong and meaningful stride - you wanted something.

“May I interest you in a Christmas Biscuit or Father Christmas hat?” You ask, holding your treats towards him and he complies by peering into the box of goods. If it was anyone else he would’ve pushed the box out of their hands or use foul language to send them on their way. But for some reason he was yet to put his finger on, not you. “No thank you.” He says and you let out a dramatic sigh.

“A man as hard working as yourself surely needs some sugar to keep his energy up.” You wave a gingerbread man in front of him with a hopeful grin. He eyes you slightly and decided it would be simpler to take the sweet goodness from your hands than to argue, not because it was you - he was just hungry, his growling stomach of which he had been neglecting told him so. It wasn’t you at all.

Your lips form a gleeful smile as he accident lets out a satisfied hum at the taste. “I am a good baker when it comes to Christmas.” You tell him then wrestle through your box and put and odd shaped cylinder-like object, holding one side and encouraging him to pull at the other.

You raised a brow but you remain stubborn and shake the object and it rattles, dull. “It’s a cracker, please indulge and humour me on this one, Tom.” He nearly melts at your words and holds onto the other side, jumping slightly and feeling all gooey when he hears your giggle at his reaction. He holds the full side and does indeed humour you, curiosity killing the cat as he peers inside; pulling out a small muggle rubber duckling, a joke card, and a purple party hat.

He looks from his prize to you and you take the joke from his hands. “What do you sing at a snowman’s birthday party?” You asked, voice overflowing with a sense of humour. “What?” He allows himself to indulge. “Freeze a jolly good fellow.” You laugh and he smirks. “I know you found that funny, Thomas you are allowed to laugh.” You jokingly tell him, removing the party hat from its plastic confinements and reaching to put it on his head.

He should feel repulsed, horrified, disgusted, yet he allows you to put the purple hat on his head and stand between his legs to adjust it perfectly. Your tongue protruded from your lips slightly in concentration and he was enthralled by the sight, a warm bubbly feeling in his stomach when you look down at him. “Perfect.” You conclude and step back.

“Well I’ll allow you to get back to your studying, thank you for that, Tommy.” You say and make your leave. Tommy. What an awful nickname. You should call it him more often.

Tom thumbed the rubber duck and surveyed it for a few moments, before placing it into his breast pocket and tapping it securely as it began to thaw his cold chest, moving to adjust his oversized hat.

Tom enjoyed your unbearable love-ability.

The Instance When Tom Submitted - The Yule Ball.

Tom believed the Yule Ball to be a pointless annual ceremony. Drinks, facing, festivities, how pathetic. What infuriated him the most was how everyone was crowding in the common room to seek out their friends or nightly companions to accompany them to the great hall. How dare they interrupt his peaceful study period!

His breath caught abruptly in his throat when you descended the stairs of the girl’s dormitories. Your skin was glittery and radiating, reflecting from the contrasting black breaded gown tight on your body, corset forcing your breasts to sit in a forcibly plump and admirable position. You hair was in a tight up-do, a headband matching your dress, black lace gloves highlighting the dark and fluorescent green on your well-kept manicured nails, Vivian Westwood flats on your feet and a red lip to tie of the lip. Tom thought he had died and ascended to the holy land where he would reside after death.

You notice his stairs from beyond his book and give him a sweet, adorable tight-lipped smile before descending the final step and joining your friends who were each being complimented by their dates as yours interlocked your arms. Tom felt a horrible twang in his chest as the man touched you - how dare he? How dare he lay his eyes upon you? How dare he breathe your precious oxygen? How dare he - Tom shook his head, ignorantly ignoring his thoughts and forcing his brain to absorb another several paragraphs of perfection-worthy potions essays.

Tom had the common room all to himself. It was peaceful, it was relaxing, it was ideal. But his calm world came crashing around him when the sound of familiar sobs echoed from the entrance of the common room and drew closer. Looking up, he noticed the rivers of ruined mascara and smudged lipstick on your face and his face immediately dropped, discarding his book and standing to stride over to you. You lol up at him, slightly surprised at his response your entrance and allow him to survey you.

“What happened? Are you alright? What did he do?” He bombarded you with questions in an unfamiliar; caring tone. “He left me to go dance with some Ravenclaw who had her breasts practically hanging out. I was forced to sit by myself while I watched my friends dance with their partners and not once been offered a hand. I feel foolish.” You say and Tom’s knuckles go white at his sides from clenching them at your words.

Very much in his own control, he lifts his thumbs to wipe below your eyes and remove the remnants of sadness the residue of your tears had left behind. As much as he wanted to kill the foolish boy, to hex him, to torture him, to make him feel the pain you did currently, his heart told him that you needed him and his comfort more than he needed revenge on your behalf.

“He is the foolish one. He does not deserve you. He should be lucky he still has eyes look at you and a voice still to apologise with.” He says. “You should not have accompanied him, regardless.” He adds. “Who was I supposed to go with? Myself?” You laughs slightly. He shakes his head in response. “I’ll have you know I rejected a plentiful number of offerings and accompanied him as a last resort.” His eyebrow quirks in confusion. “And what did he have that the other bachelors lacked?” “Nothing. A small, foolish part of me ridiculously hoped that you would have asked, Tom.” You said in a small voice looking into his eyes.

His heart beats quick and his breathing stops. The moment in frozen as the world surrounding you both spins in a painful cycle. He looks down at you and forfeits. He surrenders. He raises his white flag. He admits the reason he loved you so much was because he simply did and it was an unavoidable conclusion.

“Perhaps I would have attended such a ridiculous event if you were by my side.” The sides of your mouth quirk into a small smile which quickly drops as you look above your head. Curious, Tom does the same and a small, white-berried bush becomes suddenly apparent. “Mistletoe. What a ridiculous muggle tradition.” He says quietly enough for you to hear it. He then looks down to you and notices the disappointment in your face. “It’s a good job your gingerbread was as delicious as it was, I may have to indulge once more - just this once.” He says and dips his head down and leans in.

Your soft lips touch his and a powerful firework erupts in his stomach in a euphoric manner, settling his inner dispute with a true loves kiss. You each pull away and you go to rest your head against his chest but get confused by the dull ache in your cheek. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out the small duck. “Turns out I enjoy indulging.” He tells you, leaning back in to continue his euphoria.

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guessm0del · 1 year

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Only You - One

Chapter One: The Boy with the Black Hair

Warnings: eventual smut (these chapters will only be posted let alone WRITTEN after he’s turned 19 and I don’t mean right away I ain’t like that), profanity, mentions of abuse, descriptive violence, protagonists hate each other, Jungwon is an absolute ass, both come from filthy rich families :)

Pairings: Jungwon x fem!bodied reader

Summary:

It’s the summer of 98 and you could name a thousand places you’d rather be. Unfortunately, it’s rather difficult to think about anything when your nemesis is perched lazily in the hammock beside you, spewing empty insults in your ear in effort to get a rise out of you. Meet Yang Jungwon.

Your nemesis.

Your competition.

Your Achilles Heel.

Or to put him simply; an arrogant twat.

Where a four week trip through Bora-Bora initially excited you, the realisation that Mr Yang, your fathers close friend and business partner, and his wife would be joining you for the trip was little more than disappointing. Especially when you discover their arrogant ass of a son will be accompanying them.

Set on humiliating you in front of both of your families, Jungwon sees this trip as a golden opportunity to do one thing……

To get even.

Turns out spreading a rather nasty rumour about him last Spring has come back to bite you in the ass……

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CHAPTER ONE:

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Cold air licks softly at my skin, tracing the outline of my collarbones with affection.

I sigh, finding solace in my surroundings as I hear faint laughter from the front of the yacht.

I suspect they’re discussing work.

My father and Mr Yang only ever spoke of three things. Work, money or marketing. I suppose being two of New York’s biggest attorneys, they can’t help but entertain such discussion.

My mother and I both knew from day one that my father prioritised his job over his family. And honestly, we didn’t mind, by the time I turned thirteen we were living in the most prestigious area of Manhattan. My father, a big time attorney. My mother, a former Miss Universe. The perfect family.

I sense a struggle beside me.

“What do you want, Jungwon?”

The boy beside me groans, feigning irritation as he tries to look over my hammock. “I want you to move your fatass head out of the way, our gorgeous neighbours are trying to greet us and you’re blocking the view.”

I flip him off, casting a glance over my shoulder to have a look for myself.

Oh, your neighbours were trying to greet you alright.

Four barely-clothed skanks wave from the deck of a smooth white Savarona, giggling and calling out for Jungwon in effort to show off their "natural" breasts. I roll my eyes and turn my gaze back to my book. “If by gorgeous you mean made entirely of plastic, then sure.”

Jungwon scoffs, sinking back into his hammock with a smug smile. “You’re just jealous that they know how to get a man’s attention and hold it for more than 5 seconds.”

Asshole.

Smiling at my silence, he tosses his keychain in the air, catching it swiftly before taking a swig of champagne from his glass.

“At least I didn’t beg my daddy to waste four grand on a pair of lopsided titties.” I can’t help but swallow a smile as Jungwon chokes on his drink, doubling over in laughter.

“Y/N!” My mother gasps, arm in arm with Mrs. Yang as they emerge from the corner.

“You would think she wouldn’t dare make such crude comments before a guest,” she remarks to Jungwon’s mother, who smiles gently and waves me off.

“It’s no bother,” she chuckles, “Y/N is just honest with her emotions. It’s…..refreshing.” She sends me a warm smile to which I quickly return.

It’s funny like that, I suppose.

She’s always on my side, just as my mother is always on Jungwon’s.

Much to her disappointment, Mrs Yang’s family consisted of only her husband and her four sons, with Jungwon’s younger brothers being six and eight years of age, while his older brother Heeseung had just become a sophomore at Yale last spring. But it was no secret that she had always longed for a daughter.

In many ways, I suppose I’m the closest thing she has to one.

Ever so sadly for my parents, however, their dreams of having a son were crushed the second the doctors made it clear that I would be their first and final child.

My father wanted a son most, of course. But unlike my mother, he gradually developed a soft spot for me when I became infatuated with law at the age of seven.

Much to my misfortune, my mother detested the idea of having a daughter. She knew any female offspring of hers would gradually grow to be her competition equal.

I suppose years of harsh pageantry had devoured any compassion she had left. Beauty can do that to a women.

Blinded by her obsessive perfectionism, my mother gradually taught herself that beauty was her only ticket to a better life.

And so, four months into her midterms, she came to one simple conclusion; eat or be eaten.

And so she ate.

Wealthy boys, smart boys, boys of power, boys of beauty. You name it.

She ate them all.

Although, unsurprisingly, she was simply never full. Insatiable as they called her.

A trail of broken hearts and hundred dollar bills meant little to her considering a rather delicious rumour had spread about the college new boy. It didn’t take long for word of his fortune to spread across the school and before he knew it, my father was being cornered in the lecture hall by my mother.

Some love story.

Although, to be fair, I highly doubt my mother knows anything about love.

But where she preached manipulation and the importance of social standing, Mrs Yang believed in her spiritual connection to god and his compassion for the less fortunate. Whether by means of charity or donation, offering up something of value to the poor was always sure to win over her respect.

And so that’s exactly what I did.

Spending my early adolescence chasing after her affection like a fool, I floundered money on charities as though nothing else mattered. I had to have her. The way she looked at her husband, the way she looked at her boys. I wanted her to look at me like that.

Like a mother.

A real one, at least.

But while my steadfast infatuation for Mrs Yang rose, so too did the hostility between her son and I.

I first met Jungwon at our first combined Christmas dinner.

He was being a little shit, as per usual. Skidding across his fathers marble floor as his brother chased him through the corridors. I don’t remember much other than him receiving a rather hilarious scolding from his mother.

Of course, the first time we met isn’t all that memorable to me, since I was much too fascinated with Jungwon’s older brother, Heeseung.

Calm, polite and incredibly likeable. I didn’t understand at first. How could someone so handsome, so relaxed be related to someone like Jungwon?

I wanted to scream.

Why….

Why couldn’t it be Heeseung swinging beside me?

But no, reality punches me square in the face and I’m back in the yacht, back in the hammock, back beside his arrogant ass of a brother.

Our mothers remain fixed before us, one cruel and one kind, both impervious to my daydreaming.

Graced with elegance, as usual, they slowly continue on with their rounds, my mother giving me a stern glare as she rounds the corner, gnawing away away at Mrs Yang’s sanity with her endless bore.

I glance over to the hammock beside me.

Jungwon, as per usual, is long gone, leaving his empty hammock to swing in desolation.

I find myself sinking into a deep, beautiful dream where I push him overboard and smile as the sharks eat him alive, only to realise that I am one of them.

And like my mother, I shall eat.

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Authors note:

HOLY SHAT guys finally I published something!!!!!!!! Me so happy!!! I know it didn’t have a lot of Jungwon or anything so there will be a lot more of that in Chapter Two :) Hope you guys liked it, I’ll be posting an update soon about the next chapter ;)

PS: I’ve decided to repost a few Jungwon edits at the end of every chapter (none belong to me) since one of y’all kept asking so nicely~

ANYWAY peace out lovelies and don’t die💞💞💞

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cinnamongorll · 5 months

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a fragile line - chapter 8

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 3.2k

Chapter 8: 'Killer and the Sound'

“Who’s Tess?”

Joel instantly stiffened when the words left her mouth. Juliet watched through fluttering eyelids as his hands stilled their jerky movements and his gaze shot to her face, his mouth now set in a hard line. They both remained locked within each other’s eyes for a brief but loaded moment before Joel looked away, his head turned in a sharp sudden movement too quick for Juliet’s dazed vision to follow. She recognised, from the direction he turned, that he was staring at the letter which lay slightly crumpled on the dining table across the hall. Understanding reflected off the edges of Joel’s side profile when he realised where Juliet had learned Tess’ name from.

Juliet’s gaze drifted from Joel to the window behind him, navy blue light bled into the shaded room from the descending night sky outside. She must have slept a while, it didn’t feel like it though. Juliet fought a silent battle to keep her eyes from falling closed again.

The world around her felt fragmented, she couldn’t focus on anything. Her thoughts floated through her mind without an anchor, creating a spiral of questions and worries which raced as fast as her pulse. Juliet just lay there, drenched in sweat, on the living room couch of two dead men she had never met. She should be out on the road, steadily moving towards her old community, towards Ethan. But at this moment, that was not at the forefront of her mind. Her thoughts kept returning to the mystery of Tess…

“Was she your partner?” Juliet asked, her words slurring slightly. She didn't specify what kind of partner, it didn't matter really. She was well aware that Joel would not appreciate her line of questioning. In her feverish state, however, Juliet couldn’t bring herself to care.

Joel turned back towards her, his chin dipped downwards to meet her eyes. “Go back to sleep,” he said, a warning tone staining the quiet words. Then he stood, wiped his hands on his dark jeans and walked into the hall without looking back.

Juliet sighed low and heavy before sleep claimed her once more.

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When Juliet woke again her wound had been rebandaged and a fresh t-shirt lay next to her on the couch. Juliet blinked several times and lifted her head, the room tilting slightly. She reached forward and, with a few awkward movements, managed to put the new t-shirt on, covering her stained bra and clammy skin.

Her memories returned in waves, first the letter, then Joel’s reaction, then her feverish conversation with him. She groaned and covered her face with her good arm, her eyes squeezed shut as regret washed over her.

A few minutes later, with a wince, she lowered her arm and finally absorbed her surroundings with a semi-clear head. Night had claimed the outside world, the window was painted in pitch black but the room she lay in was bright as warm golden light poured from lamps lining the walls.

Juliet managed to push her body up enough to sit with her back straight against the couch cushions. A layer of cold sweat coated her skin and her mouth tasted like cotton, she was parched. Juliet swallowed rough, a guttural cough releasing from her throat. She needed water, desperately.

Juliet used her good arm in an attempt to lift her body from the couch, her body shaking with the effort. Although it appeared her fever had broken, she had not regained any strength and her arm gave out, forcing her to slump back against the couch with a loud groan.

“Don’t try to get up,” Joel instructed as he walked into the room, his steps light as he tried not to startle her. Juliet still flinched in surprise.

“Shit,” she breathed, her hand covering her heart.

Joel paused, standing in front of the armchair opposite the couch Juliet occupied. He glanced down at his feet before crossing his arms and shifting his stance, his left knee bent forward a little. His chin tilted upwards and his dark eyes strayed across the room towards Juliet, her gaze was already secured on his face. Joel released a muted sigh, the air leaving his lungs in a silent whisper, then dropped his eyes.

“How you feelin’?” he asked after an aching moment of quiet.

“Fine,” Juliet replied instantly, her voice strained and a cough threatened to crawl its way up her throat.

Joel’s eyes darted to the ceiling, annoyance clear in the stiffening of his body.

Juliet didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know how to exist in Joel’s presence. Her cheeks heated in shame, the white hot blaze of guilt spread throughout her body.

Juliet had passed out again, and Joel was forced to help her again. This was not what he signed up for, he should have left her slumped in that dining chair and ran, used whatever supplies Bill had left him and got the hell away from the burden of her company.

Juliet shook her head and lowered her gaze to her hands, rested in front of her, placed on her blackened jeans. Her fingernails were broken, the sharp crooked edges stained with dirt and blood. She hadn’t washed her hands since the QZ, every experience she had fought through over the past few days gathered under her nails, unable to be washed away.

Juliet felt choked by the tension that stretched between them, it was unbearable. She continued to stare at her hands, praying she would find some kind of instruction written in the shallow cuts on her palms on how to converse with the hulking man standing opposite her. Juliet needed to apologise, to reassure Joel that she could survive the journey, to convince him to not leave her lost and alone.

Joel had saved her life, her fuzzy memory echoed an image of a white pill pressed against her lips as Joel crouched in front of her, a dark silhouette against the fading light from the window.

“What did you give me?” Juliet questioned, eagerness projected into her words.

Joel was in no hurry to reply, instead, he stepped backwards and dropped himself into the armchair behind him. His legs widened as he leaned back, his arms still crossed over his broad chest.

“An antibiotic,” he finally answered. “Bill and Frank built up a good stash.”

Juliet winced as she remembered that these men were now dead. Juliet had never met them but they obviously meant something to Joel, they were a glance into the history he had prohibited her from ever asking about.

“I’m sorry,” Juliet murmured before daring to look up at him. She found a detached expression on his face, his eyes locked on a spot on the carpet.

After a moment, he nodded, sharp and sudden, but didn’t respond.

Juliet cleared her throat, her mouth still extremely dry. “What time is it?” she asked, anxious to change the subject.

“Late,” Joel responded. “We’ll stay here tonight and leave in the mornin’.”

Remorse poured over her, it was her fault they had to delay their journey. She looked down at her injured shoulder and back at Joel. “I should have been more careful with it,” Juliet said in a low voice, thick with regret as she indicated towards her wound with a jerk of her chin.

Joel pushed himself forward with a speed she didn’t know he was capable of, his elbows now rested on his spread knees. A muscle jumped in his jaw, his expression radiating a lethal coldness.

“You’re damn right you should have,” he fumed, then reached his hand up and wiped it over his jaw. “Do you have any idea how dangerous an infection is?” he continued, his voice low and commanding. “You’re so goddamn lucky you made it here with your shoulder the way it was.”

Juliet just nodded, her eyes trained on her hands. There was nothing she could say to express her regret, she had fucked up, denying the extent of her injury just to make more progress on a journey that she wouldn’t even have survived if her wound hadn’t been treated.

This wasn’t like her, Juliet had always been calculated, always thinking two steps ahead. The minute she received that letter something had shifted, a recklessness had invaded her decision making. Her life was forfeit now, belonging to her father. It didn’t really matter what state she ended up in as long as she made it back to him, as long as she saved Ethan.

She wouldn’t say that to Joel, he didn’t need her excuses, didn’t need to know her motivations for this journey. She just needed him to watch her back.

“I -” Joel began, then cut himself off, cursing under his breath.

Juliet raised her head, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“The night we left the QZ,” Joel started again, his voice clearer this time. “Thing is, I shouldn’t have frozen in front of that guy. You shouldn’t have had to shoot him,” he continued, the words rushing out in an uninterrupted stream.

He paused, taking a breath. The implication of his words echoed through Juliet’s mind: you shouldn’t have been shot.

“I know what it’s like,” he sighed, “the first time that you uh, hurt someone like that.”

Shock shot through her, ice ran over her veins. Juliet couldn’t move, the shallow rise and fall of her chest was the only indication that she hadn’t turned to stone.

Two roaring thoughts gripped her mind: Joel was apologising to her? And Joel thought that was the first time she had ever killed someone?

Juliet was astounded, Joel felt guilty for her mistake, for thinking that he destroyed her innocence by forcing her to kill someone. No, Juliet couldn’t believe this.

Juliet barked out a sharp, surprised laugh.

Joel’s head whipped up, his startled eyes bore into her own.

“Joel, that wasn’t my first time killing someone,” Juliet said, her voice slow and steady.

“I shot him straight in the head, that wasn’t beginner’s luck,” Juliet explained. Her words weren’t mocking, just confused.

Joel’s mouth opened slightly, the only indication that she had surprised him. He recovered quickly, though, understanding flickered across his features.

“Who taught you to shoot?” he asked hurriedly, then shifted in his chair as though his words were a thought he hadn’t meant to voice.

Juliet looked away, she was no longer sitting across from Joel. His innocent question had transported her back to warm summer afternoons, to Ethan’s hands around her body, kicking her feet apart and hovering his fingers over her hands as she held his gun towards their makeshift target. Juliet blinked, the threat of tears burned her eyes.

“A friend,” she replied, the word almost choking her.

Her response was met with heavy silence.

“He would um, steal a gun and some ammo from the armoury and he’d let me practise till it ran out of bullets,” she continued, a rare smile twitching in the corner of her mouth at the memory. Juliet wasn’t sure why she said that, why she offered Joel an insight into her past. Maybe it was her exhaustion, or the remnants of her fever, or maybe it was the look in his eyes which softened ever so slightly at the sound of her voice.

Eventually Joel nodded and pushed himself out of the armchair. Juliet followed him with her eyes as he walked out of the living room, across the hall into what she assumed was the kitchen. This was confirmed by the distant sound of glasses clinking as Joel rummaged around in a cupboard. Only seconds later, Juliet looked up to find a glass of water sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Joel stood beside it, staring down at her with an indecipherable expression on his face.

“Bill left me his truck, the battery is charging just now,” Joel said. “There’s beds upstairs, get some rest.”

Joel moved, heading towards the hall again and then paused. “Don’t go in the downstairs bedroom,” he said softly with his head low, then walked away, his steps echoing up the hardwood stairs.

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Juliet waited almost twenty minutes before she attempted to stand again. She had drained the glass of water Joel left for her, sighing in relief as the cold liquid quenched her painful thirst. With her renewed energy, she grasped hold of the side of the couch with her good arm and pushed herself to her feet. Juliet stumbled to the stairs, her hand floating against the wall to keep her balance.

Upstairs Juliet could hear a shower running from one of the rooms. Her legs almost gave out at the sound. Juliet was worn and tired, both mentally and physically, and showers had always been a comfort to her, washing off the smoke from her body in the lukewarm water of the Boston QZ after a long shift.

It was a momentary reprieve from the heavy weight of each day, a few minutes where Juliet could be completely alone without the sounds of every other resident in her building reverberating around her mind. She craved that now, desperate for a moment to process everything that had happened in the past week.

Juliet picked a room down the hall from the one Joel currently occupied, opening the door with a soft push. She flicked on the light by the door and the room was illuminated in a warm glow. A bed draped with multiple quilts and various patterned pillows sat against the centre of the back wall. Juliet nearly cried when she imagined slipping beneath those sheets.

Removing her clothes was a struggle, Juliet stood in the centre of the bathroom, twisted in strange angles to avoid rupturing her wound. Her breaths were quick and rough by the time she stood in the bathtub and turned the shower on, her soiled clothes now lay in a pile on the floor along with her frayed boots. The shower started and Juliet released a strangled gasp.

Fresh, crystal clear, water erupted from the showerhead and it was hot, burning hot. A thick cloud of steam captured the bathroom within seconds. Juliet took a deep breath, inhaling the humidity, tasting the heat on her tongue as she stepped under the spray. She angled her body the best she could to avoid water drenching her new bandage but the edges dampened slightly, Joel would not be happy.

There was stillness in the air despite the rushing sound of the shower. The continuous hum of water flowing and splashing against the stark whiteness of the bathtub was meditative. Juliet was overwhelmed by the warmth that coated her shivering body and the peace that flowed through her mind. The whisper of the steam was a cloak draped over her worst thoughts. Thoughts which had been her constant companion for the past week, so dark and so bleak that there was often no room for anything else in her head.

Standing under the endless rush of monotonous noise, her brain’s spiral of her worst memories and most terrifying premonitions began to unravel, diluting in the pool of water at her feet. Another gasp released from her lips at the feeling, a soft puff of air slowly left her mouth before being consumed by the humidity.

Juliet was safe, for this brief, ever fading moment within these tile walls, she was separated from her reality. In this bathroom, the outside world did not exist. Juliet could almost pretend that dark empty roads were not awaiting her return and that her past was not reaching out to her, attempting to drag her back in its lethal grip. No, for those few minutes under that constant stream of hot water, Juliet simply existed.

The moment came to an end when she heard a knock at the door, a sharp tap created by bloody knuckles she had spent too long stealing glances of.

Joel was outside the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Juliet called as she reached to turn off the water.

“Left you some clean clothes and a towel,” Joel bellowed.

“Thanks,” Juliet replied, her words too low for Joel to hear. She had already heard him walk away from the door.

Juliet walked out of the bathroom, water dripped off of her onto the wooden floor. A blue towel lay on the bed along with cargo trousers, another new t-shirt, underwear and a sports bra. Juliet knew she shouldn’t be embarrassed by a man selecting underwear for her but she couldn’t help the blush that spread across her face.

Juliet brought her new clothes into the bathroom and changed slowly, the bandage on her shoulder had stayed remarkably dry after the shower but the hot water had done nothing to alleviate the ache that radiated from the wound. Afterwards, she moved into the bedroom and started to ready herself for bed, wincing as her shoulder throbbed with each stroke of the brush she ran through her damp hair. Juliet thought about braiding it again but decided against it, letting her hair fall to the middle of her back, the weight of the dark strands provided an odd comfort.

She stood at the mirror with her brush in her hand when a figure appeared in the reflection. Juliet whipped her head around and gripped the brush as though she could use it as a weapon. She lowered it when she spotted Joel at the door leaning against the entryway, his hands raised slightly in a mock defence. Juliet rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t see you,” Juliet mumbled. Her racing heart had calmed enough to notice Joel’s appearance. His hair was damp, the grey almost entirely invisible from his dark hair in the low light and he wore a new shirt, a green flannel buttoned over a long sleeve grey shirt. For reason unknown to Juliet, she found herself lost for words, her throat had gone dry again and she struggled to look away from him.

Joel stepped into the bedroom and raised his hand, a white pill identical to the one she had taken earlier was pinched between two of his fingers.

“Take this before you go to sleep,” he said with a quiet command. “Don’t forget.”

Juliet was still too startled to respond with words so she just nodded and watched as Joel walked over to her bedside table and placed the pill next to the glass of water she hadn’t noticed he had left for her.

Joel walked over to the door and paused in the entryway, his hand clenched on the wood panelling as he turned to face her again. Juliet watched as he swallowed, shifted his jaw and looked down at his feet.

“Tess,” he began. “Tess was my partner.”

Juliet straightened in surprise, she didn’t know how to respond to Joel’s sudden candour.

“What happened to her?” Juliet whispered back, curiosity got the best of her. She kept her voice quiet and slow, she didn’t want to startle him into closing up again.

“I…” he started, then coughed. “The life we lived couldn’t give her what she needed,” he reflected. “She went off to find it, I guess.”

The presence of Joel’s unspoken words in the space between them was as thick as the humidity from Juliet’s shower.

“I’m sorry,” Juliet said, the words rushed from her in a soft murmur.

The sincerity in Juliet’s words seemed to rouse Joel from whatever part of his past that he was lost in and he straightened, his eyes flicking up to Juliet’s frozen form, then he turned and left the room.

Juliet flinched when she heard the slam of a door down the hall.

What the hell just happened?

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kkcauseway · 7 months

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Life

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Summary: Just a little fic, no outbreak, Sarah doesn’t die, nor does she have a deadbeat, stupid ass mom. Cus that girl deserves so much more. Plus you get to live out the fantasy of having babies with Joel what's more to like <3 Not much smut, but its just a cute ass story. With a happy ending. Characters: Joel Miller, Sarah Miller, Ellie Williams, Tommy Miller, Maria Miller & You Content & warnings: Depictions of childbirth, family fluff, protective!Joel, Joel being the best Dad, no use of Y/N.

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You wake with a gasp, clasping at your lower stomach, breathing heavily. You’ve been having pains on and off the past few hours before bed, but you and Joel, both put it off as Braxton-hicks, as they were really irregular. But when you try to sit up and you feel the pain travelling from front to back, it's different, you know what it means. You’ve actually been labouring all evening. It’s the middle of the night, the house dark and silent, Joel’s splayed out next to you on his stomach, his arm over your legs, but you know it’s time. Three days from your due date, there's no denying it. You know the signs and having already had Sarah, you can tell your body is ready.

The pain doesn’t last long, but it’s definitely worse than any of the others you’ve been having over the course of the day. It’s time.

Carefully you remove Joel’s arm from your legs. He stirs slightly, but not enough to wake. You bring your legs over the side of the bed, giving yourself a second, before quietly getting up. A bath is the best thing right now, a way to relax you in the beginning of labour, and there’s no need to wake Joel any earlier than necessary. He’s a worrier, and you don’t want to put him through that.

You quietly walk into the bathroom and begin running the bath. Leaning against the sink as you wait for it to fill. But before you can say or do anything, another contraction takes over you. You begin to sway your hips in an effort to help you through the pain and take deep breaths. Trying your best to remain quiet, breathing softly through it. Once it’s over you finish preparing the bath, adding in some lavender bath salts to calm you. You step in, the lifting of your leg causing a twinge in your back that makes you wince. You then settle yourself down slowly, letting out a soft moan as your stomach hits the water. It’s the best you’ve felt in a while.

About an hour passes, you’ve managed to get through the few contractions you’ve had quite well, the water really helping. You sit and think. Appreciate the life you have, the people you’re surrounded by you take a moment to think back to little ten-year-old you, who dreamt of this every day and didn’t think it was possible. We made it! And we are so happy! It brings tears to your eyes. You feel so complete, so full of love for your family, you could burst. A family of three will soon become four, that thought lingers as you breathe silently through a pain, it makes it all worth it.

You wish you could stay in that moment forever, but your fingers now look more like prunes than fingers and the water has begun going cold. Looking across the room, you can see Joel has left a fluffy towel there for you. Remembering you had told him before you went to sleep, that you were going to have a bath in the morning if you still felt the same. God that man is amazing! He really does think of everything!

As you begin to lift yourself up to get out, another contraction comes over you, much stronger than the ones you’d had previously, and it really hurt. Crippling almost. Realising you’re going to need Joel’s help you have no choice but to call for him.

“Oh Shit. Joel!” you shout.

“Joeeel!” you shout again sounding much more defeated this time, but still in agony.

“I’m coming baby!” he shouts half asleep.

The bathroom door swins open, and a naked Joel finds you on your knees in the water, gripping the side of the bath, gritting your teeth as you scream your way through the contraction.

“It’s okay shhhh, Baby breathe” Joel strokes your lower back, you can hear the worry in his voice.

When you manage to catch your breath back “Fuck Joel, that one hurt”. You say lowering yourself back onto your heels in the tub. Joel moves with you coming to squat besides the bath as he faces you.

“It’s okay, you’re doing amazing Baby” he kisses your forehead, “is it time?”. He says rubbing your arms as he looks into your eyes.

“I- Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is”. You whine as a tear runs down your cheek.

“Oh Baby, why didn’t you wake me earlier?” he wipes the tears from your eyes before holding his hands on your cheeks.

“I’ve been okay, I didn’t wana worry you any earlier than I needed to. And this is exactly what I was afraid of, and it happened anyway. I’m sorry.”

“Baby, you should’ve woke me earlier and don’t you dare say sorry, you aint got nothing to be sorry for.”

“Honestly Joel, I promise you I’ve been okay. Was no point us both been awake when there was nothing we could do, but I’m gonna need your help now with getting out please. I swear you make big babies Miller and right now, they’re pushing right down.” You half laugh.

“I got you Darlin, come on” Joel stands before helping you out of the bath, grabbing the towel to wrap you up in and bringing you into his arms. Holding you tight. You stay like that in a comfortable silence for a moment. Snuggling into Joel’s chest.

“Y’know I knew second babies were faster, but this seems super-fast.” It’s muffled as you say it into his chest. He hums in response. You look up at him then “Can we go back into the bedroom? I wanna go sit on the bed; my back’s killing”.

He kisses the top of your head then “Course baby, come on let’s get you comfy.”

Joel walks you into the bedroom and helps you sit on the bed. He helps you to dry off and put on an oversized lounge set, he then gets up, grabs some fluffy socks out of the drawer and puts them on your feet; knowing how cold your toes get. Finally decent, you move to sit against the headboard, propped up against the pillows, resting your hand on your stomach whilst you stare at Joel. “Thank you for always being so good to me Cowboy”. You smile.

He looks at you so full of admiration and love you think he might burst, and he takes your free hand in between his; “Baby I love you so much, and the fact that I have this amazing life and I share it with you, and you’ve given me Sarah, now this baby too, I am so so grateful to you, I’ll do anything and everything for you, always.” He kisses your hand, and when he’s sure you’re comfortable (well as comfortable as you can be all things considered) he goes and grabs some clothes for himself. You struggle through another pain whilst he’s preoccupied this one bearable alone. You think just knowing Joel is near helps. His presence alone enough to calm you through the pain. The pains are getting stronger and closer together, which you know means you’re progressing as you should be, but it’s definitely progressing faster than it did with Sarah.

When Joel is dressed, you can tell he’s petrified, even if he’s trying to act like he isn’t. You know it’s hard for him especially considering he strives through life making sure you’re happy and healthy, you know this is the only situation ever, that he’s felt helpless in, and it scares him that he’s going to witness it again. He’s pacing back and forth, and so, settles on checking all the bags are packed ready to go by the door, then he finally calls Tommy.

‘Tommy, hey bud sorry it’s late, we need you to come over’-

-‘yeah, it’s time’-

He laughs

-‘Okay perfect I’ll let her know, see you soon, thanks Tommy.’

He puts his phone back in his pocket before making his way back over to you on the bed, sitting at you side. “He says they’ll be twenty minutes max, should’ve heard the squeal Maria let out.”

“Anyone would think it’s her baby! But amazing thank you” you take a deep breath, before hitting your knees with your palms “right shall we go wake up our girl, let her know her sibling wants to say hello?” You giggle at the thought; wow Sarah is going to be a big sister.

“You know what; I still can’t get over that we are doing this again” he smiles, then walks up to you and bends down to kiss your forehead “I love you Baby”.

“I love you so much” you say before kissing his lips and then go to get up, Joel is there to help you. He really is the best husband you could ask for.

You walk or rather waddle across the hall to Sarah’s door, with your husband at your side. A hand rests softly on your lower back. He only leaves you then, in order to knock, before slowly pushing it open. Sarah is fast asleep, her nightlight highlighting her gorgeous features. She really is the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, and no you aren’t just biased in that opinion because she’s your daughter. It’s 100% true. She begins to rouse as Joel steps a foot into the room. “Daddy?” she mumbles sleepily. Just as you go to enter, another contraction washes over you, so you hang back against the outside wall, riding it out, nodding for Joel to continue in. You bite your arm to remain silent. You don’t want to scare Sarah.

“Hey Baby Girl!” it’s an excited whisper.

Sarah looks to the window and notices it’s still dark. Rubbing her eyes, she looks back to her dad. “Daddy, it’s not morning.”

“No Baby, I know, listen, me and Mama have something to tell you.” He replies as he takes a seat on her bed.

She yawns as she sits up straighter in her bed, intrigued.

“Where is Mama, was she shouting?” the concern evident in her voice.

He strokes her head “She will be in, in a minute Baby. Now listen your new little brother or sister wants to say hello, so we need to go to the hospital, Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria are on the way to come and stay with you, while me and Mama are gone okay.”

“The baby’s coming?”

“Yeah Babygirl, the baby’s coming”

“Yay, okay!” it’s an excited squeal, one that reiterates the adoration and love she has for her unborn sibling already.

With the pain gone and the sweat mopped up, so you look somewhere close to ‘half decent’, you walk into Sarah’s room.

“Mama!” she bounces in her place on the bed.

“Hi my pretty girl!”

“You okay?” Joel quickly interrupts as he turns to look at you.

“Fine, honestly” you smile.

He nods in response.

“Can you come and sit with me Mama?” Sarah taps the place on her bed next to her as she shuffles over slightly.

“Of course, Baby”

You slowly sink yourself down onto the spot free next to her on the bed, with a groan. Joel moves to be sat near to her feet, so you have space to stretch out. You place an arm around Sarah and the other on your stomach.

“So, the baby is coming tonight, Mama?” she asks as she cuddles into you.

You rub her arm as “Maybe tonight, or maybe tomorrow.”

You sit in silence for a moment then. Cuddling Sarah soaking up her love; the last few moments of it being only the three of you.

Then Joel adds in as he taps her foot “Hey Sarah, last time to put your bet in, what’s it going to be a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a sister I know it, she told me” certainty on her tongue.

“Oh yeah, and when did ‘she’ apparently tell you this?” you reply with a giggle.

“When me and her were talking one day, you know we like to talk” she says it like she can’t believe you’re asking, that you’re stupid for not knowing exactly how she knows.

“Well, we will soon see, me and Daddy think it’s a boy” you boop her nose as you laugh.

“But I don’t want a - Oh- Mama? Are you okay?”

As Sarah begins to reply to you, another pain washes over your body, causing you to yelp slightly, but you try your best to hide the pain. As to not scare Sarah. You squeeze your eyes shut as you breathe your way through it.

“Mama’s okay Baby” Joel reassures as he strokes a hand up and down your leg “this is just your baby brother or sister trying to get out”. He then adds “Breathe Mama”.

“Oh” Sarah moves slightly in your arms, so she can rub some hair out of your face and behind your ear. Kissing your check once she has done it. Sarah copies what Joel says “breathe Mama”

Once the pain has subsided you squeeze Sarah as hard as you can, “Thank you so much for helping me through that pain, that kiss was very nice” you kiss the top of her head. Sarah then moves a hand to your belly and wriggles out of your arms, so she can move to bring her mouth to your belly. She lifts up your top to expose your belly and whispers against the skin; “don’t hurt Mama please baby sister” she kisses your tummy and adds “I can’t wait to meet you.” She really is the most beautiful six-year-old ever, the most considerate little girl.

You sit there embracing and soaking in every last second as the three musketeers, life is never going to be the same again after this. So you really do soak up every last second. Eventually there is a distant knock drawing all three of your attention’s. Joel is quick to stand up and is out of the room in the same breath.

You turn to Sarah again; “Come give me a big big hug, I’m gonna miss you soooo much.”

“I’m going to miss you too Mama, will you be gone long?” she mumbles into your chest as she hugs you tight.

“We shouldn’t be Baby; I think we will be home by tomorrow night at the very latest, but I will call you so that you know okay?”

“Okay, Mama, oh and you know something?”

“What’s that Baby?” you stroke her hair.

“I am so happy you’re my Mama, and I’m so happy you’re baby sisters Mama too, we have the best one in the whole world” the sentimental thoughts this little girl has melt you. You’re amazed that she knows exactly what to say, and when to say it. She makes every situation good or bad 10x better.

“Oh, thank you Baby, I really love you so much. You know that?” you can’t help the tears that begin to fall down your cheeks then. You sniffle, which gains Sarah’s attention, and she looks up at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to make you sad” she reaches a hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“You didn’t make me sad Baby, I promise, these are happy tears, you made me really happy”. You kiss her forehead.

The bedroom door opens again, and Joel, Tommy and Maria all walk into the room. Both you and Sarah look towards them.

“Hey stinker!” Tommy shouts

“Hey Uncle Tommy, hi Maria!”

Joel notices that you’re crying and is straight to your side “You, okay?” he then reaches to Sarah’s bedside table to get you a tissue.

You take it from him with thanks “I’m fine, I promise, Sarah was being Sarah, and now I’m crying. You know how it goes”. You laugh wetly as you dab under your eyes with the tissue.

“Oh, I do.” He turns to Sarah, stroking her cheek “You’re the best aren’t you Babygirl”. She giggles in response.

He then looks back to you “Right Baby, you ready to go?”

“Yeah” you smile and take a deep breath. “Let’s go have a baby!”

Joel holds out both his hands to you and he helps you to swing your legs back over the side of the bed. He then helps to pull you up with a groan. You take a second to catch your bearings, now you are back on your feet. Joel helps to walk you slightly to the middle of the room, so Tommy and Maria are able to position themselves on the bed by Sarah. You watch as Maria takes your position, she cuddles up to Sarah and strokes her head. You’re so happy she’s in good hands whilst you’re gone. Tommy and Maria have always been so good to Sarah.

Still holding one of Joels hands; “right Sarah, you have to be really good for Tommy and Maria okay Baby- you need to make sure- ugh” you say as you place your freehand under your bump feeling a pain beginning, Joel grabs hold of you tight then- “make sure to listen to-f-fuck!” you grip onto Joel’s arm like it’s a lifeline and move back to face him. Joel shushes you and offers you his other arm too, so you can hold onto him properly and sway. You push your forehead into his shoulder. You can’t help but be vocal this time, in too much pain to be able to control the moans that come out of your mouth. “You got this baby” Joel whispers into your hair. As the pain begins to subside you can just about hear as Tommy tells Sarah you didn’t mean the ‘no no’ word you said. Sarah just laughs in response.

When the pain is completely gone, you look Joel in the eye, he can see you’re already beginning to feel deflated. Yet he also has a cheeky half smile on his face, and you remember what you had just said. You stand up tall again and turn back to look at Sarah. “Mama is sorry for saying that Baby, I didn’t mean it, be good for Tommy and Maria, listen to what they say okay? I love you.”

“Love you too Mama!” she blows you a kiss and you pretend to catch it and placing it on your heart, before blowing her one back.

As you begin to walk out of her bedroom Joel turns to look back at the three of them; “Tommy, I’ll be in touch, thank you for having her. See you soon Babygirl, be good, love you”!

“Love you too Daddy, make sure to look after Mama”.

“I will, I promise!”

Tommy and Maria both shout good luck and you make your way downstairs, grabbing the hospital bags that you left by the door, and then you’re on your way.

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You’ve been at the hospital about an hour when your midwife comes into the room.

“Hi, I’m Sally your midwife, how are we both doing?”

“Good thanks, but definitely progressing much faster than I expected.”

“Well, there’s never really been a time scale for these thing, your baby must just be super eager to make an appearance! Are you okay if I check you, just to see how far along you are?”

You nod, but are sidetracked by a very painful wave, overtaking your body once more. You sit up taller in the bed, breathing and moaning your way through the pain. Joel is rubbing your lower back, ‘counterpressure’ her remembers the midwife at Sarah’s birth called it, it doesn’t really do much, but you enjoy feeling his presence and care. Once the pain ends, Joel helps you to shift in the bed, so you’re able to get into a suitable position for the examination; offering his hand. You take it gratefully and part your legs so the midwife can get to work.

“Okay, six centimetres, coming right along, well done! Won’t be too much longer now hopefully” she snaps her gloves off.

“Oh, thank goodness” you groan.

“Now am I right in thinking it’s in your birth plan to have a water birth, if we have a room with a pool free? Is that still what you want?”

“I would Love that! I really regret not having a water birth with Sarah.”

“Okay, no problem, I’ll get onto the case and find out if we have a room, I’ll be back with the verdict asap, in the meantime, I’ll be right outside if you need me, okay? That red button to your right, press it if you need me, I’ll come running, literally! Especially if your water breaks okay, shout me!”

“Will do, thank you nurse.” Joel responds.

With the door shut and the midwife out of the room you turn to Joel.

“She’s nice” you smile.

“Yeah, I like her” Joel agrees.

“Hey not too much longer Baby and we will be a family of four, how crazy is that!” you add excitedly.

“I can’t wait. Do you think Sarah is right about it being another girl?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I know she really wants a sister, so I would love to give her one. But either way she will be the best big sister, I know that much.”

“Oh, she most definitely will, I have to agree with you there Darlin’.”

Joel moves his hand out of the grasp of yours and begins to caress your belly. Making gentle work of it, as he knows just about any pressure on it right now is painful. You let out a pleasurable moan in response. His palms tickling your belly in a really relaxing way. His baby kicking in response every so often.

“God, I really hope I can have a water birth.”

“I’m praying for you Baby”. He says as he leans down to kiss your stomach.

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Two hours later, again, your breathing begins to speed up as another pain takes over you whilst you lie on your side in the hospital bed. You grab onto Joel’s arm as you moan with the pain. You lean into him, curling your body tight. He uses the arm you don’t have a hold of, to rub up and down your back.

“You got this Baby, I’m so proud of you”.

“Ugh, it really hurts” your voice breaks and you can’t help the tears that begin to fall “I can’t do it anymore”.

“You can Baby, you can. You’ve got this, you’ve done it all before with Sarah. Just think of how amazing life is now because you brought her safely into the world. You did that! Endured all that pain to bring her into the world, and now you’re going to do the same again with this baby. We are all so lucky to have you. You’re so strong.” He kisses your forehead as the pain begins to subside.

With the pain gone, you have the ability to sit up straighter. Joel moves out of your way so you’re able to sort yourself out, however you wish to. Rather than sitting against the pillows, you bring your legs over the side of the bed, so you can sit directly facing Joel. You hold your hands out on either side of the bed to help you stabilise. Joel then kneels in front of you, so you put your arms around his neck, in an effort to hold him closer. He’s your safe space. You pull each other into an embrace, and you rest your head on his shoulder as you cry.

“Shhh Baby, you’re okay, you got this”.

You don’t say anything, you just continue to hug him as you shake and cry. Joel brushes his hands up and down your back. “Hey Baby, look at me”. It’s a whisper into the quiet room after a few minutes of silence. You don’t move, just shake your head no into his shoulder. “Baby” he pulls away a little. “Please, look at me” this time it’s much sterner, but still drowned in concern.

You slowly lift your head up; your hair falls in front of your face as you do so. Your face red and shiny with tears. You looks exhausted and defeated. Joel brushes your hair behind your ears and smiles at you. He then wipes your wet cheeks to free them of your tears. “Hi” he smiles “see you’re so strong. So much stronger than I could ever be. I promise you, you’ve got this”.

“I don’t” you whimper.

“Baby” he laughs “you do! Look at you, you’re literally doing it as we speak!”

“I don’t feel strong” it comes out like a moody grunt.

“But you are, come on take a deep breath. It’s all going to be worth it”.

You take a deep breath in before exhaling, keeping eye contact with Joel as you do. You bring a hand to your lower back with a wince.

“Can you help me up please? I wana walk for a little?”

“Course Baby, whatever you need”.

Joel takes hold of both of your hands and pulls as you begin to lift yourself off the hospital bed. You then proceed to pace; breathing deeply as you rub your belly.

“You up for some music? We can dance for a bit, will that help?”. Joel asks enthusiastically.

It stops you in your tracks “Aww Joel, you cutie you still wana dance with me? Even when I look like this?” you gesture to your hospital gown.

“I always wana dance with you Darlin’.”

Joel grabs his phone and puts on a random playlist of slower songs. He takes you into his arms and cuddles you close swaying with you in his arms. Stopping with each contraction that hits you, rubbing your lower back. He kisses the top of your head every so often. Mumbling into your hair how much he loves you. You continue to do this for a while, seemingly more relaxed until “Shit, wait Joel stop, I feel weird”.

He immediately stops swaying with you but continues to hold you “what do you mean?”

“I- I, it feels weird down there, I don’t know” you grab the underneath of your stomach.

“What can I do?”

You begin to stand straighter in his arms“I- I just need to move, just need t-“

You’re interrupted by a gush of water, falling from between your legs. Soaking your bare feet, and Joels boots.

“Oh shit, well that’s what that was” you laugh, but then keel over with another pain. Placing your palms onto the hospital bed as you sway and moan.

Joel pushes the red button, then is right back at your side helping you through it. The nurse is in the room within a couple of seconds.

“Hey, I was just on my way back to you guys, what’s going on?”

Joel, noticing you’re still getting over your pain, responds on behalf of you “her waters went”.

“Oh goodie! Progressing as we should and to top it off, we have a room free. We will take you there when you’re ready Sweetie” she rubs your shoulder in concern.

“Oh, thank God, I would’ve cried even more if I couldn’t have a water birth”.

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Once settled into the new room Joel helps you to strip completely, then helps you to put on a bikini top. The midwife is filling up the tub and Joel helps you in once its ready. You’re straight on the gas and air.

After an hour of contracting in the water, you’re sat against the tub, a flannel over your forehead and Joel is rubbing your shoulders. You’re focusing on breathing calmly between contractions, but the next pain that hits you is excruciating. There’s something much more primal about this scream. Despite the pains everything seems calm till the sudden urge to push overcomes your body.

You sit up taller in the bath, pulling a face as you try to move to get more comfortable, which is just impossible.

“You okay Baby?” Joel asks noticing the distress on your face.

“There’s so much pressure down there I think- I feel like- like I need to push” you take a second to get a proper feel for what it is you’re feeling. “Yeah, I do- I need to push Joel”.

Joel quickly jumps up and presses the red button and it takes all of ten seconds for Sally to return.

“How we doing?” she asks genuinely, but it’s obvious she knows the answer she’s about to get.

“I need to push” you say before a pain takes over you that has you almost screaming in pain. You turn in the tub to face Joel and put your arms over his shoulders. He hugs you close.

“You’re okay Baby, you’re doing so good.”

“Okay, when this pain is over, I’m going to check you, whatever you do, do not push, okay?” Sally says in a rushed tone.

You nod into Joel’s shoulder in response. And it takes ever fibre of your being not to push. You don’t move whilst she examines you, continuing to cuddle into Joel as you try to suppress the urge to push.

“Okay it’s go time angel, baby’s head is right there I can see it.”

“Oh, thank God” it comes out like a cry.

“You hear that Baby you can push” Joel utters to you so softly, it’s almost a whisper.

“You can start pushing as soon as you’re ready angel, how do you want to do this? You happy in the position you’re in or do you want to move?”

“No, I want to stay like this” you’re determined but exhausted.

“That’s absolutely fine. Now on the next contraction, I want you to push with everything you’ve got, okay, I’m going to count to ten and I need you to push that whole ten seconds, okay? You’re no quitter, so I don’t want any giving up.”

“Yeah, okay” it’s about all you can manage response wise.

It doesn’t take long till the next contraction happens, they’re basically on top of each other by this point.

You bare down as you grip onto Joel, and you give it all you’ve got. “Good!” the midwife shouts. “Keep going that’s it, 8, 9, 10.”

You stop pushing with a gasp.

“You did so good Baby” Joel whispers in your ear.

“Ready to go again?” the midwife asks, and you nod before baring down for another ten. It takes a few more pushes before the head is completely out and you’re nothing but glad that the ring of fire is long gone.

“Okay good the head is out! Well done! Take some deep breaths for me. Just a few more pushes and your beautiful baby will be here!”

“The heads out?” it’s almost a cry.

“Yes, it’s out!”.

“Can I feel?”

“Yeah, course go for it” the midwife adds. You move out of Joel’s grip slightly, bringing one of your arms back to feel the head between your legs.

“Oh, Joel, I can feel them, wow they have a lot of hair” you say as you look at him.

“Yeah? Lotta hair, just like Sarah?” Joel asks.

“Oh yeah beautiful full head of hair I can see it” the midwife adds in.

“Good, hey almost there now Baby” he replies before kissing your head as you lean back into him.

With the head finally out, you know you have to push even harder for the shoulders and you’re exhausted.

“Give us a really big push on this next contraction, okay?” Sally asks.

“I can’t” you shake your head into Joel’s shoulder.

“Baby you can, what do you mean you can’t?” Joel adds.

“I can’t do it anymore, I can’t” you cry.

“Baby, you’ve been doing so well and you’re so near the end now, hey look at me.” You lift your head from his neck to look at him. “You’re so strong you’ve got this, okay? You push, give it everything you’ve got and lets meet this baby of ours, okay?”

“Y-Yeah, okay”

“Good girl” Joel replies kissing your forehead.

The pain begins to wash over you and you push until you can’t anymore. Joel and Sally coaching you through every second of the push.

“Few more pushes and Baby is out” the midwife adds.

“Good you can do this Baby come on!” Joel shouts enthusiastically and that’s all you need to hear.

You scream as you bare down gripping onto Joel’s shoulders. It takes three more pushes to get the baby out. The midwife is there to catch and when the baby is finally free from your body you immediately sit back so you can take the baby from her. “It’s a girl!” the midwife announces as she places your screaming daughter in your arms.

“Another girl Joel” you cry at him, and he comes over to kiss you on the head before placing a hand on the back of his new daughters head.

“She’s so beautiful” Joel cries back.

“Sarah was right” you laugh, “she got the sister she always wanted”.

“Look at all of her hair!”

“She gets that from her Daddy” you laugh.

You’re crying, Joel’s crying, the baby is crying. You all just stay like that for a minute.

“Dad do you wana cut the cord?” Sally questions Joel, bringing you both out of your new baby bliss bubble.

“Y- yeah” he replies.

You move the baby to be cradled in your arms as he cuts the clamped cord. The midwife then takes the baby and gives her to a nurse to clean her off whilst you deliver the placenta.

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An hour later you’re back in the hospital bed in your own comfy pj’s as your newborn daughter sleeps against your chest. She makes little purr like noises as she does. Skin to skin is your favourite thing to do with a newborn. Joel is sat at your side and rests his palm against your daughters head.

“What should we call her?” he whispers to you.

You turn your head to the side to look at him briefly. You whisper back “I think she looks like an Ellie.”

“Ellie?” he looks to her squished, pouty face then. “It’s perfect” he replies, before leaning to kiss her tiny head.

As if she hears herself being talked about, she stirs awake and lets out a little grouchy cry.

“Oh, Baby Ellie, you’re hungry again huh?” You coo at her angry scrunched face. You then move, Joel quickly grabbing her from you, so that you can undress yourself ready to feed her. Joel helps to position her at your breast, and she latches almost instantly. And you quickly settle back into the feeling of feeding a baby, it’s the best bonding feeling ever.

Joel just sits back and watches you both for a moment, before getting out his camera and taking a snap of you feeding your daughter.

“Babe, stoppp I bet I look a mess”.

“You look gorgeous Baby.”

This birth had been much less traumatic than Sarah’s and you were raring to go home. Thankfully you got the all clear to go which you were more than thankful for. You didn’t want to have to spend the whole night away from Sarah if unnecessary. Ellie was born six hours ago; she had fed easily and was going to the toilet normally. And so home time it was. Joel is getting Ellie ready in the car seat whilst you get out your phone. You’d promised to call Sarah when you were coming home and so you call Tommy’s phone to speak to her.

It only rings twice and surprisingly Sarah is the one to answer.

“Hi Mama!”

“Hey Baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah Mama, are you coming home?”

“We are coming home!”

“So, the baby is here!”

“Yes, the baby is here, and you’ll get to meet them very soon!”

“Yay I can’t wait!”

“See you soon Baby love you!”

“Love you too!”

There’s a welcome home sign on the front door, clearly made by Sarah, when you make it back home. Joel carefully helps you out of the car and then makes his way into the back to get Ellie out whose sleeping soundly. You then walk up to the front door together, Joel unlocking the door and allowing you to enter first. He enters behind you with Ellie in tow.

You walk into the living room and Sarah runs straight to you. Jumping up and down in front of you. ‘MAMA!’

“Hi beautiful girl!” you gently hug her. “You wana meet someone special?”

She nods, as she looks behind you to watch Joel walk in the door, baby carrier in tow. “Babygirl, this is Ellie, your sister” he announces excitedly.

“Sister? It’s a girl! See I told you!”

“Yeah, you were right baby, now if you go and sit nicely on the sofa, you can hold her if you want?”

“Yes, yes pleaseeee!”

Sarah runs hurriedly over to the sofa and sits nicely kicking her legs. You come to sit next to her and put an arm around her. Joel places the carrier down onto the floor and bends to carefully to unclip her to get her out. Maria and Tommy both coo from the other sofa when her tiny body is lifted out of the seat. The newborn scrunch is enough to set you off crying again and when Joel gently helps Sarah to position her arms to hold her new sister correctly, you’re a mess. Sarah’s one arm is propped against a pillow to further help her in supporting her baby sister.

“Hi Ellie, I’m your big sister. She’s so tiny wow” she strokes her cheek gently.

“She is huh? Joel adds “she’s going to get so much bigger though, one day she will be as big as you.”

“She’s so beautiful” as if on cue, Ellie opens her eyes then and looks straight up to her big sister in curiosity.

“Look Sarah she recognises her big sister; she remembers your voice from all those times you spoke to her when she was in my tummy. God, you look so big holding her baby girl” you bend her head towards you gently then to kiss her.

Joel reaches into his bag and gets his camera out once more.

“Girls look up, lets get a picture of the three of you”.

You and Sarah both look up at once, you quickly wipe the now drying tears from your face and Joel takes multiple pictures.

“Right daddy I think it’s time you got in too, don’t you?” Maria asks from behind him, he quickly passes her the camera and sits the other side of Sarah, you all smile once more at the camera, and Maria also take one of the three of you looking down at Ellie as she makes her tiny little noises.

"Okay enough you lot, think it's time Uncle Tommy had a cuddle don't you?" Tommy questions excited.

You all laugh then.

This is family, this is love, this is the life you’d spent your whole life dreaming of. And here you are finally living it, and it’s so much better than you could’ve ever, ever imagined.

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#joel and ellie #joel miller #pedro x reader #the last of us #no outbreak!joel miller #Childbirth #Ellie and Sarah are sisters #you and joel #joel and tommy #pregnancy #labour #fluff #pedro pascal

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 8 months

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PJO CHALICE OF THE GODS FULL SPOILERS REVIEW

Non-spoiler review: Very wholesome. Arguably you could pick this up without prior knowledge of the past series and understand it perfectly fine. A good throwback bite sized adventure with our OG trio, literally adventuring on weekends style. Strictly within New York (and the surrounding suburbs but I know nothing of New York geography).

Such a familiar voice to ease back into and feel so at home with. Percy is Percy and will never stop being Percy.

The domestic demigod scenes were so wholesome and heartwarming, further proving Sally and Paul have created the ultimate safe space and Sally is the best mom to mom and why all demigods, gods, and other traumatised individuals just love her upon meeting her.

A LOT of wholesome interactions within the Jackson-Blofis household, between Annabeth, Percy and Grover, Annabeth and Sally, Annabeth and Paul, Paul and Percy, Percy and Grover. The family was family-ing.

Zeus continues to be supremely disgusting. In such an open way which is the closest true acknowledgement to the mythology we will get in a book series largely targeted to a younger demographic. Rick has come such a long way in how he frames his characters, acknowledging the world they live in, touching base with reality quite often in a way that feels like “yeah ofc Percy would see all this and realise this as a traumatised 17 year old living in New York City”.

At times, Percy’s rampant sarcasm throwing around all this commentary felt a touch on the nose and like “Percy Jackson is an eternal 17 year old but the world around has been adjusted to make sense for the current day and age and not the mid-2000s-2010s”. But this feeling didn’t occur very often.

But Percy looking at Ganymede as this traumatised kid who was plucked from his life to serve as Zeus’s eye candy for the rest of his immortal life. Him embracing Gary, the god of Old Age (who was giving me strong Cupid energy in terms of his metaphors and language use and general aggression), because immortality had never tempted him and being an older demigod who can actually look forward to the future is something to celebrate and cherish. Him feeling guilty about exploding on Elisson (when he was literally so overstimulated and experiencing some major sensory overload and the fear and disorientation that comes with that - like he was literally gonna die so go figure he’d let rip his powers in what was like… the most effective and helpful way possible) bc Elisson was clearly stressed out of his mind and two stressed people exploding on each other, with one being an exceptionally terrifyingly powerful demigod and one being a god who wants peace and quiet and for his river to not be polluted, is not in any way productive or healthy.

Dark!Percy stans tho, you ate. That scene was for y’all. Annabeth tho, just vibing acting as a therapist for Elisson.

But I just think the stories Rick has woven have matured in such a wonderful way, as reflected through his beloved main character, Percy. Percy has taken every turn possibly to make sure he doesn’t turn out like Luke, he doesn’t hit that point between jaded and hateful, that he doesn’t ever stop cherishing and valuing his mortality and the people around him. Him being such a rare example of a positive home life, arguably on both his mortal and godly side (see his slightly more stable relationship with Poseidon than most big three or indeed regular demigod children) allows him anchor himself and remind him exactly why he’s doing what he’s doing.

The fact that he can sway the sentiments of minor gods like Geras, or make those “small waves” with people like Barbara, or help out his friend Grover as well as reassure him of their friendship and bond without hesitation, shows time and again why Percy Jackson is such a beloved character and the blueprint of a good boyfriend. Him being so devoted to Annabeth, so delighted for his mom and Paul having a baby, him being upset about not being there in the early stages of Estelle growing up. I was fully expecting there to be a flashforward to her being born but alas not.

BUT SURELY THIS MEANS THERE WILL BE TWO MORE PARTS. WITH TWO MORE RECOMMENDATION LETTERS, RICK I WILL BE WAITING FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENT.

#I have more thoughts but they’ll come around when I’m ready and I see y’all’s thoughts #percy jackson and the chalice of the gods #percy jackson and the chalice of the gods spoilers #pjo #spoilers #pjo spoilers #chalice of the gods spoilers #long post #Annabeth chase #percy jackson #Grover underhill #Sally jackson #Sally jackson-blofis #Paul blofis

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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as he's such a softie, im curious to see your take on general headcannons (or a one shot, if you're inspired enough for it) of yandere kurt wagner with his mutant best friend who also has a (even if way less unhealthy) crush on him.

found your blog yesterday, it's been great, your writing is so nice! have a good day!

Yandere Kurt Wagner x reader , Yandere Nightcrawler x reader

Kurt Wagner x reader. Yandere!Kurt Wagner x reader/ Yandere Kurt Wagner x Reader

Nightcrawler x reader. Yandere!Nightcrawler x reader/ Yandere Nightcrawler x Reader

Word count: 4254 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, isolation, obsession, manipulation, bl*od.

Ok, so I imagine that you guys met at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters. Whether or not you came from a family who accepted your mutant powers, you’ll be living at the school much like everyone else, isolated from most non-mutants.

Maybe you met Kurt during breakfast one fateful autumn morning. You were the first two in the feeding hall, no one else in sight. Kurt was always early since he liked to admire the sun rising in the distance and could simply teleport to the hall whenever he got hungry. And you? Well, either you were just an early bird or perhaps you had forgotten to adjust your alarm clock to the changing daylight saving times. Either way, it was just the two of you.

You two had initially sat relatively far away from each other, on account of being strangers and you hadn’t paid any attention to the other presence in the room. Kurt usually held his head low whenever he was surrounded by people he didn’t know, but he had risked a glance at you. Just one. And had immediately been struck by how beautiful he thought you were. It didn’t matter that you looked so tired that most would have wondered whether you had just woken up or if you had stayed up for five days straight, nor did it matter that you had a small white streak of toothpaste by the side of your mouth. It was all cute to Kurt.

He kept staring at you until you finally felt his eyes on you and turned around, coming face to face with the demonic-looking young man. You might’ve reacted with either brief fright or an awkward wave, whichever it was, Kurt quickly tried to reassure you of his pure intentions by asking to sit next to you, softly treading over his two-toed feet, hoping that his appearance didn’t scare you.

It didn’t, or at least not enough for you to mention it. You smiled and waved him over. Kurt couldn’t hide the bright smile that emerged, revealing his fangs, as he sat next to you. You two started to chat, mostly about unimportant stuff like your homework, your powers and anything else of the like. While on the topic of his powers, you mention finding his teleportation cool, to which he quickly scrambled to stand up, accidentally pushing his plate all the way to the middle of the table. The scratchy sound of porcelain scraping against the table’s wooden surface made you flinch, but you kept your eyes on the blue man in front of you.

He’d feel an intense heat in his face as he observes your eyes on him, smiling shyly attempting a suave wink, which ended up looking more like he had gotten something in his eye, before disappearing from your sight with a pop. You gazed around in confusion, trying to spot where he’d gone, only to hear another pop and feel the tap of one of his three claw-like fingers on your shoulder. Turning around, you found that he stood behind you with an outstretched hand, offering you a white rose that he had plucked from the garden behind the school. With a giggle you accepted it and Kurt’s heart warmed at the sound, he realised that he would do anything to hear that sound again, it was like music to his pointy ears.

Gently pulling him down to sit again, his leg accidentally hit yours and he felt an electrical jolt go through his entire body, for a brief second, he considered if he had lost the ability to breathe. Letting his yellow eyes glide up to you, he found you looking at him in concern. “Are you okay, ehh-”, you tried to ask, not knowing his name. “Kurt, Kurt Wagner”, he supplied breathily, his Bavarian German accent shining through. You smiled awkwardly, gently rubbing his back as he leaned over the table “Are you okay Kurt?”

It took him a while to answer, but when he did, he returned your smile in full, gently taking your hand away from his back and holding it in his hands. “Yeah, I’m fine, just… vertigo”.

It would become a tradition for you and Kurt to enjoy breakfast together every morning, early, before anyone else would come down and disturb you. Kurt enjoyed this in particular. He always felt so exposed when surrounded by all the other students, feeling their prying eyes drilling into his odd features, but when he was alone with you? He felt like he could just be a regular 18-year-old, talking about things other than mission plans or his appearance. It felt refreshing, like a cold shower during a heatwave.

The two of you rarely spoke outside of breakfast, though. You had a little group of friends who would tug you with them everywhere they went. It annoyed Kurt deeply, they didn’t treat you like the borderline royalty, that you indeed were in his eyes. They didn’t really deserve to be grazed with your kind smiles, beautiful stares and oh-so-wonderful laugh. Not that Kurt felt exceptionally worthy himself, either, but at least he felt confident that he could protect you and treat you better than those ungrateful friends of yours.

It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t have any friends of his own, though. He was actually surprisingly popular thanks to his agreeable personality and eagerness to help his fellow students in any way he possibly could. He also had a close bond with both Wolverine and Colossus, the former of which he confided his feelings in. Logan was of little help, though, simply confirming what Kurt already knew. “Ya’ down bad, kid. That’s what we in the business call a ‘crush’”, the bearded man had laughed thunderously, shaking his head as he lit up a cigar, blowing the smoke away from the blue-skinned man

Kurt felt so alone in his feelings, he didn’t want to force himself upon you. You deserved better than a misformed creature like him. Still, he couldn’t stop fantasising about a future where you two would wake up next to each other every morning, you kissing him good morning and him cooking a better breakfast than what was served at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters.

Imagine his shock when he spotted your obvious blush one morning when he accidentally brushed your cheek with his tail. It truly hadn’t been on purpose, but with the way you reacted to his touch, he wished it had been. He actually refused to believe that it was a blush, instead getting worried that you might have been sick. “Are you okay?” The blue man whispered as he gently let his three-fingered hand touch your forehead. You were warm, and he quickly pushed you towards the medical wing, wanting the nurse, who was constantly on duty, to check up on you. However, you reassured your yellow-eyed friend that you were fine, that you were just tired… or something like that. He didn’t believe you, the sceptical quirk of his eyebrows told you as much, but he relented. He could never force you to do anything. Not yet, anyways.

After that morning, Kurt kept a closer eye on your reactions. He would graze you with his tail, on purpose this time, letting it pick up pieces of your hair, (if it’s long enough, if not, he’d go with your shirt instead), and twirl it around, eliciting a nervous yet jovial chuckle from you, which he ate right up. Sometimes, he’d bring you a rose from the garden, although he would do this semi-rarely to not fill up your room with rotting blossoms. Still, the shy smile on your lips every time he’d hand you a red, pink or purple rose filled him with such an intense love that he almost thought he’d burst. It was all too much, you were just so perfect.

Kurt would slowly realise that you returned at least some of his romantic sentiments. Of course, he’d remain insecure about this conclusion, because… Well, how could you possibly return his feelings? He looked like a monster, he had literally lived most of his life in a German circus because that was the only place he wouldn’t be hunted down for his appearance. And even if you seemed to never mind the way he looked, even appearing to find it fascinating or admirable, he had such a hard time believing that anyone could look past his blue skin, yellow eyes, talon-like hands and feet and everything else that distinguished him from all the normal looking mutants.

Feeling bold one morning, Kurt tentatively attempted to ask the question that had plagued his mind ever since he met you, “Do you not see my appearance at all? Or are you just pretending not to for my sake?” His German accents enunciated the Rs and Hs in a way you usually found adorable. However, you had clearly become offended by the accusation, feeling as if Kurt simply saw you as another shallow individual, only caring how others looked. You took so long to answer that Kurt had panicked and grabbed onto your hand for comfort, which melted away most of the animosity you had previously felt towards him. “Of course, I see the way you look-” you started, suddenly feeling Kurt’s hand tightening around yours. Taking a deep breath, you admitted the last part with a quiet whisper, searching for the right words to say, ”-and I think you look… enchanting.”

Yeah… so, Kurt’s heart definitely stopped for a second. Enchanting? Were you making fun of him? His scepticism was made obvious to you through his tightly scrunched-up eyebrows, the tiny fold created between them held so tightly that you were almost worried that it’d pop like a tiny blue balloon. Hesitantly reaching forward, you let your thumb caress the crease in his forehead, slowly massaging out the tension Kurt held in his face. “You’re mocking me, Y/N.” While it was meant as a question, it ended up sounding much more like yet another accusation. You would’ve gotten enraged if it hadn’t been for the way small tears collected at the bottom of long blue eyelashes. Letting your hand slide from his forehead to his eye, you gently swiped away the salty water droplets, wetting the underside of your hand. “I’m not.” You reassured your demonic-looking friend. Almost as if to prove you wrong, Kurt leaned forward, turning his head to the side as he let his free hand carefully grasp your neck, nearing your lips. He stopped himself right before he made contact, giving you ample opportunity to pull away, you didn’t, and though his face was blushing a dark shade of indigo, he uttered a fearful confession, “I love you”. He cringed at the clichéness of the confession, but it was true, he did love you, adore you even. He desperately wanted you to repeat the words to him, but you did not. However, you did the second-best thing, slowly turning your head as well and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

After that morning, Kurt refuses to leave you alone. You two had made out the entire morning, yet you had never specified what exactly your relationship was now. Kurt couldn’t pretend he wasn’t utterly obsessed with you any longer nor would he allow you to end the friendship. The day after the kiss, Kurt approached you while you hung out with your other friends, something he had never done before. Your friends clearly had no idea of your companionship with the blue man as they gave him wary glances as he requested that you follow him to the gardens for a quick chat. One friend of yours in particular had been bold enough to attempt shooing Kurt away, a bad decision as Kurt simply gave them a death glare, memorising their features and tucking them in the back of his head for future reference. You had conceded to Kurt’s wishes, joining him amongst the many roses, carnations and other greenery.

“What are we?” Kurt had immediately blurted out once you were out of earshot from the other mutant students. “I don’t know”, you had admitted honestly, but that was simply not good enough for Kurt. “Well, we gotta figure it out, because…”, he couldn’t push out the words, he had already confessed the day before, you knew. Still, you pushed for him to say the words once again. Kurt tried but it felt as if a lump of clay had filled his throat, preventing any words from coming out. Taking a deep breath, he decided that if he couldn’t make himself articulate it in English, he would do it in German, “Ich liebe Dich, Y/n… Ich liebe Dich mehr als alles Andere”. Even if you don't know German, the meaning came across and it took your breath away. You had a crush on Kurt, obviously. How could you not? He was such a sweetheart. Still, he was so much more popular than you, everyone loved Kurt, and on top of that, he had been on actual X-men missions, something everyone else could only dream of. He was even buddies with legends like Wolverine and Storm. You were at a loss at how someone so cool could be your friend, let alone in love with you! If Kurt hadn’t grasped both of your hands in his, you would’ve thought this was nothing more than a beautiful dream. “Y/n? Could you say something, please… I would never want to force something on you, but-”, you cut him off with a kiss, thinking it’d be enough. It wasn’t. Kurt needed a vocal confirmation of your feelings and the clear exasperation in his eyes as you pulled away told you that he wanted something in particular. You didn’t have to ask though, as Kurt breathed out a clear, “Tell me how you feel, I beg of you”. If he hadn’t looked so obviously on the verge of bursting into a crying fit, you might’ve considered teasing him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be so cruel to a man who looked so frustrated. “I like you too, I thought that was obvious”, you chuckled at the end, trying to lighten the mood of your conversation.

One can’t help but wonder if you would have confessed so willingly if you knew the crimes Kurt would end up committing. There is a world of difference between a high-school crush and an intense obsession with another being. Still, after that walk in the garden, you re-entered the school as a romantic couple.

Kurt’s obsession wasn’t too obvious in the following weeks, not to you at least. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, kissing you at any time you’d allow him, preferably in front of your friends, to stake his claim on your heart… he, of course, did not tell you the latter bit. To you and those outside of your friend group, Kurt simply seemed like a doting boyfriend, however, your friends, especially the bolder ones of them, were horrified of him. The threatening glares he’d send them were bone-chilling and promising death, not made better in the slightest by the fact that his eyes were such a bright yellow.

Still, you didn’t believe them when they told you about Kurt’s eeriness, you felt as if they were all just jealous that you had entered a relationship with such a doting guy, a thought introduced to you by Kurt himself. The way that they were seemingly the only ones seeing anything bad in him, your less close acquaintances backing you up in your perception of Kurt as a cute and great guy, made them increasingly suspicious. Some of them might stop their attack on the blue man when you lash out, telling them to mind their own business. If one of them foolishly continued, well… Kurt is a pretty popular guy, and whoops! Would you look at that! Suddenly multiple terrible rumours are spreading about them, none of which can be traced back to Kurt, of course.

His yandere tendencies really come to a head one day when the school is attacked by Magneto’s troops, and both you and Kurt are chosen by Charles to aid the X-men. Partially because you’re some of the oldest students, both being over eighteen, but also because you both have a great grasp on your powers. You’re ecstatic to finally be able to help the actual X-men. Kurt, however, is deeply upset. He’s a nervous wreck. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt?

The battle is long and hard. There were casualties, some of the less experienced mutants. At one point you were about to become one more on the list of the dead. You had spotted one of the younger students, a little blonde girl no older than nine, she had somehow avoided being evacuated along with the rest of the non-fighting students and she was standing right in the blast zone of one of Magneto’s mutants. There hadn’t been enough time to formulate a proper plan and instead of simply standing there, you had jumped in front of the girl, her blonde locks beating against your cheeks as you tackled her to the floor, the pain of the other mutant’s attack just barely grazing your back before you heard two pops in quick succession of each other. Suddenly you were outside, on the grass in front of the manor. Your arms were still tightly curled around the blonde girl’s little body, her thin arms holding onto your waist like coils. However, another set of arms, much stronger, were wound around your shoulders protectively. “You’re safe, meine Liebe, both of you are safe”. Kurt, you realised. The three of you sat like that for a long while, letting your hearts calm down. Once you had comforted the young girl and led her to the other non-fighting students, a stern glare sent to the teacher in charge of gathering them, you let Kurt drag you somewhere else.

His clawed hand had been gripping your wrist like a vice, which you had found curious. “Kurt?” you had tried, but the blue man didn’t answer. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what, not until he turned you around in his arms. “You could’ve died!” He screamed loudly. You caressed his cheeks, not sure what else would calm him down. His eyes were wild and his talons dug into your skin. “I’m fine”, you reassured, but this only made him shake his head wildly. “Only because I was there! What if I hadn't been?!”

It was then that Kurt decided that he could no longer trust that you’d be safe at the school. He had to do something, what if another attack like this ever happened and he wasn’t there to help you. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He decided right then and there that the X-men were too violent of a group for him, and by association, you too. Kurt decided that he would fight this one last time, before asking Logan to help bring both of you back to Germany. He could count on his last living adoptive sibling, Jimaine, to set you two up with a small hut in rural Bavaria. He, of course, did not consult you on any of this. He didn’t consider it necessary, he was simply protecting you, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Kurt refused to let you rejoin the battle. Begging you to stay and protect the non-fighting mutants instead, you relented, trudging back towards them. Popping back into battle, Kurt let his most vile nature out, slaying Magneto’s mutants like the daredevil demon he looked like. It was his sweet revenge for them almost killing you. Grabbing his trusty swords, he sliced and punctured everyone that wasn’t wearing the yellow X-men suits.

He was dripping in thick red blood when he encountered a personal foe of his. The friend of yours who had tried to push him away from you the day the two became official. He had caught them alone. They were wounded, a large gash running across their lower leg. Laying down his weapons, to ease their obvious fear of him. He approached them. Kurt had initially offered a hand, which they took without suspicion, helping them up, only for his tail to wrap around the hilt of one of the discarded swords, driving it through their midsection. Their eyes widened for only a second before they tried to scream. They couldn’t. He had punctured their lungs. Slowly dragging out the now red blade, Kurt admired the way it glistened in the few rays of the sun making it through the broken windows. Kurt still held up your friend by the hand as they slowly bleed out, the colour draining from their face.

When he was sure that they were dead, Kurt left them there. No one would suspect him. Not only because of his image as a sweetheart, but also because they weren’t even close to being the only one who fell that day.

You were inconsolable when you found out about your friend’s untimely end, clinging to Kurt as he tried to comfort you. He used the opportunity to highlight how. “That’s just the risk that you run when you associate with the X-men”. Yes, indeed he exploited your grief to make you agree to run away to Germany with him, cutting off all ties with the X-men as an organisation.

Logan agreed to take the two of you with him on his next travels, where he planned on briefly stopping in Germany. Charles, on the other hand, attempted to stop you from going. He had been worried for his young blue pupil for some time, and against his better judgement, he had entered his mind after the Magneto attack, seeing everything from Kurt’s obsession to the murder of your friend. You didn’t believe him though. You were brainwashed enough by Kurt’s honey-coated damnation of the team of heroes which Charles led, that the bald man’s attempt to keep you at the school only served to solidify your doubts about him. No matter how much Charles wanted to, he couldn’t keep you there against your will, you were an adult and you had made your choice, he simply hoped you wouldn’t come to regret it.

Life with Kurt in Bavaria started out fine. You got married relatively quickly with very few attending, only Logan, Jimaine and a few of your family members. You owned a hut and a small plot of forest, which Kurt successfully used to produce and sell timber. Everything seemed to go so well. That was until Kurt got jealous of the townsfolk which you oh-so-loved to interact with. Every so often, a person you had befriended would either move away, refuse to talk to you or simply disappear. The only connections you really managed to keep were Kurt himself and his sister Jimaine, who would visit on a semi-regular basis.

You didn’t suspect Kurt of anything nefarious until one day you found a young man, whom you had taken to talking to every morning while on your daily walk throughout the alpine village, laying on the kitchen floor. He had multiple puncture wounds and what looked to be bite marks as well, he looked like he had been mauled by a wild animal… or perhaps more accurately a demon. Glancing away from the man’s face, you found your blue husband, holding a dirtied knife, with blood splattered across his long and white fangs. You had tried to run, but it was too late, Kurt had already seen you, teleporting in front of you and manhandling you back into the hut, locking you in your shared bedroom. You had screamed and banged on the door, but it had done nothing.

You would stay locked in that room for weeks, your only company being Kurt, who would only come three times a day to hand you your food. After the first week, you became less hysterical, realising how blind you had been, how you had ignored all warnings from those who actually cared for you. You no longer doubted Charles, but you also recognised that it was far too late. You had dug your own grave and now you would have to lie in it. By the fifth week, you began talking to Kurt again, having remained entirely silent previously. “He was trying to take you away from me! He was dangerous!” Kurt had attempted to explain, as he did every day, but when you finally replied, it was a simple, “Okay”. Nothing more.

You would never love him like you once had. He would let you roam the house again, once he felt he could trust you, perhaps even wander the forest with you, but you would never again see another person regularly other than Kurt and Jimaine, who was very clearly aware of the situation and of no help to you whatsoever. Perhaps, after years of re-conditioning, Stockholm syndrome reinstates and a healthy dose of existential dread, you start caring for your blue sweetheart of a husband again, maybe you’ll get a letter or a visit from Logan once in a while, but truly, you have no one else other than Kurt in this foreign country, where you are inhibited from forming new friendships. If you ever get kids with Kurt, he’d treat them just like he treats you. Sheltered and isolated. “It’s all for your safety”, he’d always defend, and you'd end up thinking, “Perhaps he’s right… perhaps-”

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request. Thank you for this idea! I know it took a while for me to get it out, I have a smaller exam period ATM, so sorry for that! But Thank you so much for this request! It brought me right back to when I was a kid and Nightcrawler used to be one of my favourite heroes, (my second favourite X-men character), since he was German... And as you can probably tell from the German phrases I shoved in this one... and the fact that I have my Bundesland flag as my Tumblr header image...I too am German, well, half-German. Also, I have always had a soft spot for teleporting characters! I hope I did your request justice! Anyways, thank you for the request!

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