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Crumbling Down

carlos sainz x Piquet!wife oc & secret family

this is meant with no real negativity to cs55's girlfriend rebecca, and only discusses her in a slight poor light due to plot reasons.

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verity.sainz a perfect break with my whole world before flying is restricted once more by baby #4 🤍

carlossainz55 mi corazon ❤️

f1wags and we're back to race week with the first public appearance of Carlos Sainz's new girlfriend!

fan1 WHY DOES HE HAVE HIS EYES OPEN WHEN THEY KISS?

"Carlo," I can't help the crack in my voice when I say his name, "You said you would say no to them. You said you wouldn't abuse our desire to keep our private life private like this."

"Mi amor," The pet name hurts, something that used to make my body buzz with joy making me want to cry harder as I wrap my arm around my rounded stomach. "They were insistent, I've never had a woman come to the paddock outside my family and they say I needed to change that."

"You haven't gone with a woman because we decided to remain private! We didn't want to pressures of the world! So we got married, and then we had Carlos and Junie and then they were each too young to go, and just as we were about to announce the family, I got pregnant with Flora and now with Tilly-"

"Tilly? As in Matilda?" He asks, interrupting my emotional rate with a tone that is too close to joy. "You found out the baby's gender?"

We had picked out names. This wasn't how he was supposed to find out.

"Yes, she's a little girl," I admit, "The kids and I had a whole plan how to announce it once you got home."

"I can't wait to see what you have planned," Is his answer, the sounds of the garage around him getting slowly quieter as I can only assume he moves towards his drivers room.

The idea of him coming home after kissing her to kiss me, to kiss our children's foreheads, makes me want to be sick.

"At the moment Carlos, I can't promise the kids and I will be here when you get home," I whisper, the truth slipping out like razorblades. "I think we're going to go see my parents."

"Vera, you're not meant to be flying. We were cutting it close with out trip as it is," He answers, voice strong and commanding.

"That's what's upsetting you? The fact that I will be traveling and not that I've just told you that your wife and children won't be home to greet you when you return because you're parading around another woman? Because when Carlos and Junie put on the race to see their father they'll see her name with yours underneath?"

"Verity, you know that's not what I want-"

"Then why did you agree? Why did you agree after I cried to you about how the idea of you with another woman made me ill?"

"It was for a good reason," His answer is hesitant, and you can tell he doesn't mean it.

"I hope the reason was enough for you, Carlos, because I can't keep letting you love us in the dark. We'll be with a friend since you're so concerned about me traveling." He did have a good point on that matter, but I can't help but say it before hanging up, not giving him a moment to respond as I waddle my way to the living room, dropping myself on the couch.

"Mamá?" Carlos III's voice calls, his head of hair like his fathers sticking out from behind the hallway wall, "Que occure? (What happened?)"

"Oh my baby, nothing happened," I try to assure, attempting to get all the tears off my cheeks before he can really notice.

"Mamá," He prompts this time, sounding entirely fed up with my response as he moves into the room, such a serious look for a seven year old. "I heard you on the phone with Papá. What has he done?"

"Something that you do not need to worry yourself about mi mundo (my world)," I assure, pulling him into my side as he gets close. He curls into my side, hand resting on my stomach as he's done with his other sisters.

"Hola Tilly," He greets her, placing a quick kiss to where he feels her kick before looking up to me, his father's spitting image. "We're going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa?"

"No, you're father made the point that I can't travel anymore, so we're going to go see if tia Kelly and prima Penelope are up for some visitors, yeah?"

"I'll go get my suitcase and start packing," He agrees, giving me a small smile as he moves to get up. I know I'll have to repack his suitcase later, but as he runs off, all I can be is grateful for this little angel who blessed us when we were young and unprepared, much to my fathers chagrin. But my kids are who keep me together as I dial my sister's number, tears coming to my eyes when I hear her voice.

"Vera? Honey are you crying?"

"Kel, can the kids and I come visit?"

"Always. P will prep her toys and I will prep the guest rooms."

"What the fuck were you thinking," The angered Red Bull driver shouts across the paddock, storming towards the Ferrari drivers who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Max, what's-"

"This doesn't involve you, Charlie," The Dutchman silences, eyes blazes of fire as they move to the Spaniard who's practically his brother-in-law. "You brought your girlfriend to a race and expected that to go well with your wife? The mother of your four children?"

"Tell me you did not," Charles chimes in, unable to keep the words from slipping out of his mouth at news. He had seen Carlos with a woman earlier, but had only assumed her to be a new member of his media team.

"It is none of your concern, Verstappen. What happens between my wife and I is just that."

"And I'll respect that when your actions aren't broadcasted to the entire world and having Vera call Kelly sobbing saying she's packing up the kids and leaving," Max fumes, Carlos's expression dropping at the knowledge. He had known that she was upset, that she had threatened to leave, but he thought it was just that, a threat. Not that she would actually leave the home they had designed together in Nice.

"After this race you better fix your fucking mess, because I will enforce whatever Verity wants, whether that is keeping you away from her and the kids or not."

And the Dutchman storms off, not waiting for a response.

"Kelly, I am only here to see my family."

"Carlos, you've been in our family for nine years, by law seven, but I can promise you that if Vera doesn't want you here, you will not be entering this apartment," The elder Piquet daughter warns, eyes angered by the mans simple presence.

"Kel, can I come in?" Max questions, not wanting to answer her more but also hoping to embrace her and Penelope, any week without them feeling too long.

She smiles at him, having missed him as well but her expression quickly steels. "Not if you are bringing him in with you."

"Kelly," I finally interrupt, having enough of seeing her scold my husband through the door as I breastfeed Flora. "You can just let them in, but please warn Max that I'm feeding Flora," I request, hating the idea of making the man uncomfortable in his home.

"You're okay, Ver," Max offers, his eyes immediately meeting my own and not leaving as Kelly opens the door, him and Carlos entering. "Kelly and I are actually going to go say hi to the kids, I've missed P and all of them," he says, kissing my sisters lips in a quick peck.

"Is Flora done? We could take her with us?" And it's like Flor could understand her aunt's question, because she's unlatching on cue, allowing me to pull up the piece of my top to cover myself and nod to Kel.

"Would you please? She just needs to be-"

"Burped," Max finished, taking my current youngest into his arms, kissing her head as he moves her to his shoulder. "Between P and my nephews, we've got this covered. Just let us know when you're done," He offers, kissing the side of my head.

"Thank you."

"Anything for family," He just smiles, the expression falling when he turns to Carlos who has been frozen in place. "Say the wrong things and your ass will be on the street before you can say forza ferrari."

"Sí- I mean, yes, of course," His eyes meeting mine before his next words leave his mouth. "I just want to talk apologize my wife."

"Right then, let's go say his to the kids," Kelly prompts, the two walking out with Flora in hand, the cheers of the kids upon seeing their uncle and P seeing her father figure making my heart warm.

"Mi amor, you have no idea how sorry I am for agree to the teams request for even a moment," Carlo apologizes, his body moving towards mine, taking the spot beside me and my hands into his own. "I went back to the team, they've posted an announcement saying that Rebecca and I are not together, and I gave them a photo of us from our wedding."

My heart beat fastens, his eyes meeting mine as his fingers start to fiddle with my wedding band. "Why would you do that?"

"I am having it announced that before my start in formula one I have been madly in love with you. That over those years we have married and created a family in private that I love," He explains, a hand coming to cup my cheek, running his calloused thumb to wipe away the tears that have begun slowly running from my eyes. "I no longer want to hide you. We can keep the kids to ourselves until they're older, but now everyone knows I am taken by the love of my life."

"Carlo," I can't help but whimper, flinging myself at him in a hug. "Te amaré hasta que ya no respire (i will love you until i am no longer breathing)."

"And I, you, mi amor," He assures, kissing the top of my head. "I am more sorry than I could ever put into words."

"You've fixed the situation, Carlo, we can work from this," I smile, little giggles alerting us to our observers.

And wrapped around the corner, piled on top of each other, our children's heads and niece's head are stacked, Junie's under her brothers and Penelope's in between. It's only a moment later thought that Flora appears to be floating on top of Carlos III, Max and Kelly's heads slowly appearing as well.

"Estan bien mamá y papá? (Are you okay mama and papa?)" Juniper questions us, Carlos III placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Sí," Carlos Jr answers, pulling us into a sitting position. "Ven aquí nuestros amores (Come here our loves)." Their little feet carry them strong and fast towards us, gently climbing on top of us, minding my stomach as Kelly approaches us, now holding Flora and resting her gently against my chest with a smile. "We are okay, Papa made a mistake but he has started fixing it and I will be working to so for a time."

"As you should," Carlos III digs, making me smile slightly.

"We love you all," I remind, kissing eaches head, including Penelope. "And we love each other. No matter what, things will work out and we will love you all," my little girl giggling brightly.

"Nosotros tambien te amamos mama (we love you too mama)."

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #formula 1 fanfiction #best friends to lovers trope #formula 1 #long story #carlos sainz #secret family #carlos sainz x reader #cs55 #carlos sainz imagine #pregnancy #piquet oc #max verstappen #kelly piquet

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Bruises // Jake Seresin

Chapter Five: [Emerald City:]

Summary: You’re forced against your will by three insurgents all the while Jake helplessly watches on. In return? He’s given a gift made only for the broken hearted.

Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Chapter Warning: ⚠️ This Chapter contains sexual explicit content that may be distressing to some. Reader discretion is advised for the topic of sexual abuse/ non-consensual sexual assault. ⚠️

Word Count: 4.8k

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

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When you get sick it starts out with a single bacterium. One lone, nasty intruder. Pretty soon, the intruder duplicates…it becomes two. Then those two become four, and those four become eights. Then, before your body even knows it: 

It’s under attack. 

It’s an invasion, the question for an aviator who was now classified a prisoner of war is, once the invaders have landed, once they’ve taken over your body, how the hell do you get rid of them. And just how the hell do you get out? 

“Do I not get my flight suit back?” You asked Nathan as he escorted you back down to the basement. “You can’t expect me to stay in this dress forever.” 

“Trust me, you won’t.” Was all the blonde haired blue eyed man replied as he stood guarding you at the back of the elevator. “The Commander has given us very clear instructions.” 

You did what you had done on your way up, counted the descending numbers as they dropped. Seven, six, five, four. The more they dropped towards the basement you felt your heart sink lower and lower. Hope was getting harder to hang onto the longer you were here, the longer time became just another one of society's artificial constructs. 

“Do you know how long we’ve been here for?” You asked as Nathan, the insurgent with the scar, led you out of the elevator down the corridor towards where you and Jake were being kept. “Do you know how long The Commander plans on keeping us alive?” They were questions he had no intention of asking as he held your arm and guided you down the hall. 

But when you saw what had happened to Jake while you were gone none of those questions seemed to matter anymore, you didn’t care about the answers or how long you had been held captive. All you cared about was Jake. 

“JAKE!” You raced into the cell past insurgents that stood idly by. They all had bloody knuckles and smirks that could have given the Cheshire car a run for his money. They’d beaten him within an inch of his life as he hung there with his arms around his head. “Oh my god oh my god—“ 

“Holy shit.” Jake murmured as your hands cupped at his bloodied and bruised cheeks. All he could do was hang his head low, too weak to hold his head up on his own. “I must be dead.” He tried to smile, you could see the blood staining his teeth as he did so and it made your stomach churn. “You look like an angel.” 

“What did they do to you huh?” You asked softly as you held Jake's head in your hands. “Jake? You with me? I’m here, I’m right here.” It was the simplest of reminders but it had worked for you so far. Perhaps knowing you were right in front of him would give Jake a little more strength. 

“Hi.” Was all Jake managed to reply before his head was heavy in your hands, he couldn’t fight any longer so he used your hands as support. “Hey Hotshot.” 

“Hey big guy.” You tried to fight off your own tears as you really took a moment to assess the damage that had been done. Cuts and bruises littered Jake's face. Blood dripped from his ears, nose and mouth. His hair was covered in sweat and blood. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” 

“I’m okay.” But the worst of it all was the way his flight suit was torn to shreds, leaving Jake in his boxer briefs and undershirt. “You’re so pretty.” It shouldn’t have but it made your heart flutter as you placed your forehead against Jakes gently. “You’re so beautiful.” 

“Alright, that’s enough.” Nathan, the main insurgent you had come to the conclusion of, interrupted as you spun around to put your body between him and Jake. With your hands not on his cheeks anymore Jake's head fell forward to rest against your shoulder. “We haven’t finished with you two yet.” 

“He’s clearly had enough!” You hissed as you stepped forward to puff your chest. “What do you expect to get out of him now when he can’t even formulate a goddamn sentence!!” Without thinking, without hesitation, you shoved at the blonde haired blue eyed man’s chest. “He’s not going to give you what you want if he can’t talk!” 

“Okay enough—hold her.” Nathan ordered two of the insurgents to keep you still. They did. They held your arms behind your back and kept you from squirming. “We know exactly what will make your friend here talk.” 

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” Three words that made your heart ache. Jake was barely conscious but he still had to do whatever he could to protect you. 

“Lieutenant Seresin, my men have been down here for the better half of two hours trying to retrieve vital information that could help us.” Nathan explained as he stalked around the cell. His hands worked at his belt, unbuckling it slowly before he looped it off his waist. “This will be your final opportunity to give us the information we’ve been asking you to provide before we take drastic measures.”

“Go. To. Hell.” Jake spat as he held his head up. He was using all the strength he had to look at you. He thought for sure he was in for it, that they were going to beat him up some more in front of you. But Jake could take that, he could take anything they threw his way. “I’m not telling you fuckers shit, you wanna smack me around some more so fucking be it.” 

“Fair enough.” Nathan sighed dramatically as he hung his head low in fake disbelief. He’d been waiting for this. “Take her clothes off.” 

“Wait—“ You gasped as you felt the hands of the men who had been holding you still begun to unzip your dress. “No no no no wait, stop!” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what was happening. “Stop! No please—!” Jake took a few seconds to catch up to what was happening, you couldn’t blame him though, he was barely conscious as it was. 

“This is on you Lieutenant Seresin.” Nathan turned Jake’s head in the direction of where you were being assaulted. “You could have prevented this, if you’d have just told us who gave you these orders.” 

“Wait wait wait! Don’t touch her!” Jake begged as the realisation set in. “No no no no, please, anything but this, please.” 

“STOOPP—!” You screamed as your dress fell down around your ankles, leaving you far too exposed. “Please, I'm begging you!” It all felt like it was happening in slow motion. Calloused hands crept their way across the expanse of your body, lips were on your neck leaving marks that would linger for days. “Jake! Please! Help me!” 

“I’ll tell you!” Jake backtracked as he watched one of the insurgents unbuckle his belt. “I’ll tell you anything, just don’t hurt her!” Next was the zipper as you tried to kick and scream your way out of the tortuous hold. “Don’t do this, leave her alone, I’m begging you, you don’t have to do this.” 

“Too late now Lieutenant.” Nathan chuckled as he took a piece of cloth from out of his back pocket and gagged Jake with it so he couldn’t speak. He tied it at the back of his neck so there was no chance in hell it could come loose. “You’re gonna stand right here and enjoy the consequences of your actions.” Your screams of terror broke Jake's heart as he mumbled around the gag. There was nothing he could do as you were forced against your will. “I’m gonna go fuck your little girlfriend now, hopefully after she’ll be a fountain of knowledge and we won’t have to do this again.” It was a threat Jake now knew wasn’t empty. “But then again I hope I get to do this every fucking day.” 

“NOO!! STOP!” Your cries were more painful than anything Jake had ever endured. He strained and struggled against the chains and rope that held him in place as he cried with you, for you. “JAKE!!” It felt like you were all alone when you couldn’t hear Jake's voice. 

“Let’s give your boyfriend a show huh princess?” Nathan smirked as the two other guards held you in place up against the concrete wall while he stood between your legs, jerking himself off. “I’m gonna enjoy this, oh so much.” 

“Close your eyes!” You begged Jake over the shoulder of the man who was about to force himself on you. “Don’t you dare watch.” You pleaded for Jake to listen. “Please.” 

So he didn’t. He didn’t watch. He lowered his head and cried as hard as he could as your screams echoed off the walls and ricocheted against him. It was torture, pure torture. Jake had never heard anything like it before and he wouldn’t wish that kind of experience on his worst enemy. 

“AAAHHHHH!!” It felt like it lasted a lifetime. “STOPPP!” The pain, the fear, the degradation. “IT HURTS!” Nothing you said and nothing you did could stop the three men who were on you like a bad rash from their assault on your body. “STTOOPP PLEASE!” Your cries for help were the most painful things to listen to as Jake tried whatever he could to free himself. The rusted cuffs dug further and further into his wrist the more he struggled though. 

You didn’t think it could get any worse, you thought that it was over when the blonde haired blue eyed man came with an evil grin that made you believe the devil himself was scared of these men: But then he said one word that made you want to die. 

“Switch.” Jake's eyes went wide at the thought of it. No. No this couldn’t be happening. They were all going to have their way with you. “Get her on the ground.” 

“NOOOO!” You cried out as loud as you could, so loud you thought you were going to lose your voice. “DON'T! DONT FUCKING—“ Before you had a chance to finish your sentence, a single fist belted itself against your mouth. The force alone rendered you speechless before that same hand was squishing your cheeks together as blood pouring out your nose. 

“Just fucking take it, because we’re not gonna stop not matter how much you fucking scream.”

When the next hit came you felt your body growing weaker as Hake muffled screams became the only thing that you could focus on. He was there, he was still alive, he was still breathing. 

What do you do when the infection hits you, when it takes over? Do you do what you’re supposed to do and take your medicine? Or do you learn to live with the thing and hope someday it goes away? 

Or do you just give up entirely and let it kill you? 

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It had been relentless and felt neverending, but eventually, after the three men were finished having their way with you, you were left naked and curled up into yourself on the dirt of the cell floor. 

Jake stood still tied up with his arms above his head and a gag in his mouth, unsure if you were alive or not. It had been brutal. You'd asked him not to watch but every now and then he’d look up to see you taking another beating, another man, another position. 

Time had become an artificial construct in the dimly lit cell the two of you were in. Jake wasn't sure how long it had been since the insurgents left and locked the door behind them to when a woman was stepping in with a pile of folded clothes and medical supplies. He’d never seen her before, but he could very much recognise the man standing behind her in the hallway. The Commander himself. 

“I'm going to leave theses here and I'm going to untie you, if you try anything, The Commander will kill me.” She explained as she placed the clothes she had brought in for you on the ground beside Jake. he watched her every move as rage bubbled over in his system. The first thing the woman with red hair and brown eyes did was take the fabric from out of Jake's mouth, he spat blood to the side as she did so. 

“It's a good thing for you that I don't stoop as low as to hurt innocent women!!” Was all he said all the while eyeing off The Commander who stood a great enough distance so that even if Jake were to lunge his way, he could walk away. “Who are you?” 

“I'm just an innocent woman, Lieutenant.” She did what she had promised she would do as let Jake go from his restraints. His arms ached as they finally came down from being up over his head for so long. His legs crumbled as he tried to support his own body weight. He’d been beaten pretty bad, so bad he really did think for a minute there he was surely going to die. “I urge you to cooperate.” The lady with red hair and brown eyes spoke as she stood over Jake. “The Commander isn't a forging man.” 

“Trust me, neither am I.” Again it was directed at The Commander who stood just outside the cell. “I'll gut you from the inside out if anyone comes near hurt again, do you hear me you son of a bitch?” Jake snarled as he rose to his knees, bloodied and bruised beyond belief. It took every ounce of strength he had left to front a brave face. “Anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, i'm coming for you.” 

“We’ll see.” Was all The Commander said before he walked away out of Jake's line of sight. The woman in front of him took his hand and left a small piece of crumpled up paper and left it in Jake's hand. She gave him an all knowing look before she turned on her heels and made her way out of the cell. 

“For what it's worth, Hangman, I sincerely apologise for what happened to your friend.” was the last thing she said before she locked the cell behind her and vanished from sight. Jake immediately opened the piece of paper she had left in his hand. Much to his own disbelief he couldn't believe what he was reading. 

“Hold tight, Stay alive – Rooster.” 

Jake was in so much shock that he almost forgot where he was, what had just happened and who was with him. But the minute he heard you whimper in the corner of the cell, he was making his way over to you. 

“Y/n?” It couldn't have been softer if Jake tried. “Y/n, I'm coming closer alright, it's just me.” All you did was whimper out a few struggled sobs. Jake's heart couldn't have broken any more than it already was for you. “I'm not gonna hurt you.” He made sure to remind you as he crawled closer and closer to where you were curled up. “It's just me, Jake, I'm not going to hurt you.” The more Jake said it the more he hoped you were listening, because soon enough he was right by your side. “I'm gonna touch you now, gently, and I'm gonna hold you alright?” As Jake let his hand softly graze against your shoulder, you screamed as loud as you could. It was enough to have Jake jumping back to give you a little more space. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” 

“Y/n it's just me.” 

“GET AWAY FROM ME! LET GO OF ME!!” 

“Y/n, hey hey hey hey it’s me—it's just me, I’m right here.” Jake reminded you as your eyes met his. He showed you both his hands before he reached for yours. “It's just me, I'm here, you're okay, I've got you.” The look on your face told Jake everything he needed to know, you were completely and utterly broken. For you? That had been your breaking point. 

“Oh.” Was all you said before you were collapsing into Jake's embrace and crying into his chest. “Ow.” Everything hurt, everything ached, everything was numb. 

“I'm so so so sorry Y/n.” Jake sobbed with you as the two of you sat curled up in the corner of the cell. “You didn't deserve that, I should've just told them what they wanted to hear.” 

“If you make it out of here–” You mumbled into the fabric of Jake's black T-shirt as he held you tight to his chest. “Please don't tell my dad what they did to me.” You asked through wet lashes as you looked up to where Jake was looking down at you. “It would break his heart.” Jake didn't want to think about it but he knew your mind was already going there. There was a chance here that the two of you might not make it home. But the note Jake had just received gave him just a glimmer of hope to keep fighting, keep hope in his heart, and to protect you till his dying breath. 

“How about we get you some clothes?” You didn't acknowledge Jake as he rubbed the pad of his thumb softly against your cheek, catching the tears that fell freely and mixed together with the blood you shed. “You with me Hollywood.” Your eyes were glazed over, sure you were looking at Jake but it felt like you were looking right through him as your mind went somewhere else. “Sweetheart, look at me?” Jake asked you softly, only then did you come back to him. “There she is, there's my girl.” 

“I need you to kill me before they get a chance to do that to me again.” You whimpered as your bottom lip quivers and your hand went to cover Jakes as he touched your cheek. “Don't let them do that to me again, please Jake, please.” Jake thought his heart couldn't break any more, but then you asked him to kill you: 

And he knew he’d die with you. 

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In the days that followed you didn't speak all that much. You attended to Jake's wounds and cleaned him up the best you could with the small amount of saline you’d been given, but other than that? You barely spoke. Jake knew it was a trauma response, but he missed your voice. 

Jake had cleaned out the cuts on your cheeks from the rings on your abusers fingers as best he could, but he knew just by the looks of how deep they were that by the time they healed? They’d leave nasty scars behind. Forever branding you a sexual assault survivor. 

“I miss my bed.” You mumbled quietly as Jake held you close. The two of you were just lying there near the back wall, as far away as you could be from the cell door. He sandwiched you between the wall and his chest while he drew unidentifiable objects into your hip just to let you know he was there. 

“I miss Penny's pumpkin pie.” Jake replied, he wasn't about to urge you to keep talking, but whenever you felt like it, he’d reply. “And i'll deny it if you ever tell him but I even miss the sound of Rooster playing that damn piano.” Jake couldn't see it, but he knew a smile had crept its way across your face for the first time in a few days. 

“How long do you reckon we’ve been here?” Jake had been wondering that very same question, it was hard to keep track. There was no way to track the sun or to know if it was night out. There was no fresh air to tell the temperature or a clock to watch time tick past. 

“Few weeks maybe? Could be a few days still till we see anyone.” That's usually what happened. The insurgents would come, they’d rough one of you or the both of you up for information neither you or Jake were willing to give, and then they’d vanish, leaving you to put each other back together just to break you again and again and again. “Everytime I get close to breaking, I just think of Hewens.” Jake reminded you. “She gave them what they wanted and she still ended up dead.” 

“Do you really think that note was from Rooster?” You asked all the while you turned around to face Jake. Both lying on your sides respectively. You watched as he nodded. 

“Hold tight, Stay alive.” Jake repeated to you as he kissed your forehead. “That was something our Fitness Instructor at Acam used to say whenever someone was bitching about the session.” It gave the both of you just a little hope to cling to. “They know we’re here, that woman, she’s on our team, we just have to stay alive long enough for them to get us out.” 

“Seresin–” It sounded like a guard, Jake closed his eyes at the thought of being taken away from you. He felt your hands grip his shirt at the idea. “The Commander wants to see you, upstairs.” 

“No thanks, I'm good where I am.” Jake replied without so much as turning to face the man who stood at the cell door. Jake could see the tears beginning to well in your eyes at the idea of being separated again, the last time they did that he was beaten to a pulp and you were wined, dined and taken against your will. “Shhh don't you ever spend a second worrying about me, we’re okay.” 

“I'm not gonna ask you again, get up.” You could hear the awful sound of that taser you hated so much. The buzzing sound caused you to flinch in Jake's arms as you buried your head. He just wanted to protect you at all costs. Now more than ever before. 

“Y/n, i'll be right back.” It was the hardest of goodbyes so far, knowing that whatever was to come could only be as bad as what you'd just endured a few days prior. These guys were really upping the anti trying to get whatever information they could out of the pair of you. “Listen to me for a minute?” Jake was as gentle as he could be as his fingertips grazed your chin, tilting it up so that you were looking right into his soul through his emerald green eyes. “One of the reasons I didn't talk to you an awful lot before this mission was because you were the first woman I'd met in years that made me think about what my life outside my career looked like.” Your eyes don't sparkle the same way they did the first time Jake met you. They were clouded with misery, with fear, with uncertainty that you'd ever get out of this hell. “I thought if I got to know you, in any aspect, I'd fall in love with you.” It was an admission Jake wished he never had to have voiced in this environment. But you needed something, anything to keep you going, and he wasn't lying, not about any of it. “And here I am anyway–” Jake took a second to admire the way the corner of your lips curled up into the corners of your cheeks, you really needed to hear this. “Head over heels in love with you.” 

“You better not just be saying that to get me to not give up Seresin.” You choked out a small chuckle as Jake brought your forehead to his lips. “Because I'll be pissed if you give me the cold shoulder when we get back.” 

“When we get back it's just gonna be you and me Hollywood.” Jake had to go, he had to leave you in the cell that had become your home for whatever amount of time had passed you by. “Don't go having too much fun without me.” 

“Promise you’ll come back to me?” You nearly begged as you watched Jake get up off the ground. He wouldn't admit it to you but he wasn't doing all that well physically. His body was littered in bruises that looked more painful with every passing day. The cuts that peppered his body looked angry and agitated even if you'd cleaned them out. He’d been beaten and beaten hard, there was only so much a person could take before that took a toll. 

But still, he was your rock through all of it. He was your Jake, your guiding light. Your only hope.

“Without a shadow of a doubt, I promise, I'm coming back to you.” 

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The last thing Jake could remember before he was waking up strapped to a metal table with a patch over his chest was walking down the corridor away from the cell he’d been in with you. He couldn't remember being stuck with a needle in the back of his neck as he entered the elevator. He couldn't remember falling into a heap on the floor of that very elevator and he definitely didn't remember being carted in for surgery of any kind. 

“Jake.” The Commander smiled when he saw Jake was awake. “Good to see you my man.” He beamed as he clapped his hands together. “How are you feeling?” 

“What the hell did you do to me?” Nothing made sense, how long had Jake been gone for? How long had you been left alone in the silence of that dingy cell for? He told you he was going to come back, hopefully, you still believed that. Hopefully, Jake could keep his promise. “Answer me right now you son of a bitch!” Jake spat as he tried to move, his chest hurt though, something pulled under his skin and he winced. 

The Commander didn't reply as he walked out of Jake's line of sight for a minute or two, only to come back with a cage with a white rabbit in it. He shook it violently, aggressively, enough for the rabbit to lose its footing and stubble all over the handheld cage. Jake watched in utter confusion until the Rabbit fell and the Commander stopped shaking the cage. 

“Do you know what a pacemaker is?” The Commander asked as he placed the cage back down on the table off to the side. The Rabbit inside it now laid dead. 

“What?” Jake growled as he strained against the restraint that kept him down against the medical table. 

“They stick them in the tickers of people who've had bypass work, whose hearts need just a little jump, a kick start.” Jake knew what a pacemaker was, his pop had one put in when he was about twenty two. Still The Commander went on explaining like he was some kind of idiot. “That rabbit had a pacemaker set to deliver a kick start should it get too excited, or anxious, or frightened.” Why was he telling Jake all of this? “Or should it try to escape.” Ah, there it was. “Assuming that you were telling the truth about your age and weight in your last physical, your resting heart rate should be about seventy beats per minute.” Jake knew The Commander had been able to pull your files, and as it turned out Jake had told the truth in his last physical. Now he was kinda thanking his past self for not showboating to the nurse. “Your active heart rate however, that would be about one hundred and forty, which is the point at which your pacemaker will cause your heart to explode.” 

“You put a pacemaker inside me!” Jake stirred as he tried to sit up, a small beeping that increased in sound and speed could be heard as The Commander stepped closer to wrap a watch around Jake's wrist. 

“The watch monitors your pulse, if you get within fifteen beats of your danger zone it'll start to beep, if and when it beeps you're gonna wanna relax yourself.” This wasn't good, this really wasn't good. “Do some deep breathing, some yoga.” The Commander smirked as he tapped Jake cheek twice. “You've got the time.”  

“If you want me dead why don't you just shoot me and get it over with?” Jake asked as he let his head rest against the metal table as he looked up at the fluorescent lights above. It was the same room one the insurgents had shot you in. The one with the white walls and the white floors that smelled like a sterile doctors office. 

“Because we’re not cold blooded killers Jacob, we give fair chances.” This really was hell on earth. “And another thing, Miss Y/l/n–” 

“You touch her again and I swear to god–” Jake paused when he heard the beeping from the watch, his heart rate was increasing. Fuck. 

“You tell her what we did, what we put in you, and we’ll put one in her too–” The Commander threatened as he fixed up his jacket.

“And I can assure you her heart rate won't stay nearly low enough the next time my men wanna have a go.” 

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Son of the Sea

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, few swear words (courtesy of Little Raven and her godfather🤣), pregnancy, morning sickness, little distress but it all turns out alright.

Word Count: Around 5K-ish

Summary: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series This little family of three is getting a new addition and Little Raven is very excited for his arrival

A/N: I never thought this little series would turn into what it has become and I’m so happy everyone that has followed along from the beginning continues to follow and watch this family grow. Thank you!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The familiar wave of nausea washed over you as you stood at the stove trying to cook dinner without running to the bathroom. You learned quickly when you were pregnant with Little Raven that morning sickness didn’t always strike in the morning and that it basically showed its ugly face whenever it wanted to.

There were only a couple of scents that triggered your morning sickness and continued to bother you even after you had given birth. You had a favorite perfume that you wore every day before you got pregnant with Anna and now you couldn’t stand the smell of it on anyone and had to get rid of the nearly full bottle Billy had given you as a gift because it made you sick to your stomach.

The aroma of any meat cooking was what was bothering you at the moment but you weren’t positive you were pregnant yet. It was a very high possibility though. Just a handful of weeks ago, you and Billy had a wild romp in his tattoo chair.

He had even made mention of another baby after your intimate moment but you had put it out of your mind until right now as you pushed the ground beef around in the pan, trying to keep your stomach from retching.

“Maybe I am pregnant….” You thought to yourself before moving the pan to a cold burner, dropping the spatula, covering your mouth and running for the bathroom.

Billy and Little Raven were quietly drawing at the dining room table as you raced past them, into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind you. The porcelain cooled the inside of your wrists which brought your body temperature down a little. Even after everything was out, you continued to dry heave and that’s when you heard a slight knock on the door.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Billy asked softly against the door.

You couldn’t answer him right away as your stomach continued to do somersaults.

“Baby? I’m comin’ in ok?” He said in his familiar gentle tone.

Slowly, he opened the door and found you sitting on the bathroom floor with your back against the bathtub and one hand covering your eyes in embarrassment.

Without looking at him, you replied, “You shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“Oh I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you worse than this, my love. Remember your last birthday before you got pregnant with the little miss? At one point, I had to make sure you were still alive.” He flashed his million-dollar smile at you. “I’ve also watched a baby come out of you too soooooo…” Said Billy, leaning up against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest.

“That was a good birthday though.” You said, returning a gentle smile. “Riiiiiight up until I had that last shot of tequila.”

The two of you started to laugh.

Billy planted himself across from you on the floor, his long legs extended and feet resting at the sides of your hips with his knees bent. He took your hand in his and gently pulled you away from the bathtub so you were sitting upright and he swept a stray hair out of your eyes. His smile made you weak in the knees every time so you were happy you were already sitting down.

“Do you think maybe you’re…?” Billy asked, glancing at your stomach then back up to meet your gaze.

“It’s very possible, my love.” You replied, the corners of your mouth curled into a slight smile.

Just as you said that, you heard little feet running down the hallway.

“Well, we know she’s never gonna sneak up on anyone.” Billy said with a wide smile.

You started to laugh when you saw her little face in the doorway.

“Mommy, ok?” She asked. Her carbon colored eyes that were just like her fathers were full of concern.

“Awww, of course baby. Mommy’s ok.” You replied.

Billy looked at Little Raven and said, “Mommy just has a bit of an upset tummy.”

Anna glanced at her father and then looked over at you, satisfied with that answer and said, “I go get you my dinosaur, ok?”

Then she took off again down the hallway, and back into the dining room. She carried that stuffed dinosaur Shortcake had given her everywhere she went, and held it extra close when she didn’t feel well.

Billy pulled you in close so he could wrap his long arms around you. He leaned in to give you a kiss but you held up your hand to stop him.

“Uh, you might wanna hold off on that, lieutenant.” You said, covering your mouth.

With a wide smile, he kissed your forehead instead. “I’ll go finish dinner, sweet girl. You sure you’re ok?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’m ok, handsome. I’ll take a test in the morning.”

When you were pregnant with Anna, the perfume was really the only scent that triggered your morning sickness. Every other time, it just came out of nowhere but it was different this time. You noticed there were a few scents that bothered you aside from the meat.

Eggs, onions, and trash were bothering you a lot in the past week. Billy was constantly taking out the kitchen trash because you couldn’t stand the smell of it so even though you hadn’t taken a pregnancy test yet, you had a strong feeling of what it would say.

You heard little feet run down the hallway again followed by a little voice.

“Here, Mommy! My dinosaur make you feel better.” Said Anna, handing you her stuffed toy.

A loving smile stretched across your lips as your sweet little girl gave you her favorite stuffed animal to help you feel better.

You replied, softly, “Thank you, baby girl. I feel better already.”

**********

The Next Morning

You opened your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the early morning sun spilling in through your bedroom window. The space next to you, Billy’s space, was empty and cold. He was probably sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee like he did every morning. Lately, you had been feeling more tired than usual so you didn’t feel him get out of bed.

You were ready to head to the kitchen to see him when you remembered there was an important test you had to take this morning. Digging through the cabinet under the sink, you found the box of pregnancy tests, took a deep breath, and opened the package.

The edge of the tub felt cool through your thin pajama pants as you sat there waiting for the timer on your phone to ring. The flashback of waiting to find out if you were pregnant the first time played in your head.

You remembered how nervous you were at the thought of becoming a mom, how scared you were to tell Billy the two of you were going to be parents and it was probably the most terrifying but exciting news you had ever received.

After what felt like hours, the timer on your phone went off. Timidly, you stood up and craned your neck to see what the results were. Two blue lines…you were pregnant…again. A sense of warmth flushed across your cheeks as your lips curled into a smile.

The tears that stung the back of your eyes were almost like a reflex; you didn’t mean for it to happen but it did anyway. You and Billy were going to have another baby and Anna Raven was going to be a big sister.

But the smile quickly disappeared from your face when you felt the familiar turning of your stomach. It was a good thing that you were already in the bathroom.

As soon as you walked toward the kitchen, a familiar sight was in front of you. Your handsome husband sitting at the breakfast bar, with a cup of coffee in front of him, and a pencil in his hand.

Billy was always drawing something.

“What are ya workin’ on, handsome?” You asked in a cheery tone.

Billy replied, “Well g’mornin’, beautiful.” He quickly turned the paper over so you couldn’t see what was on it. “You’re not allowed to see that yet.”

Slightly disappointed, you said, “Oh I’m not, huh?”

Biting down on his lower lip, he shook his head and replied with a wink, “It’s a surprise, sweet girl.”

You had the pregnancy test hidden behind your back.

“Well…speaking of surprises but not really. Surprise!” You said, chuckling as you showed him the positive test.

“We’re gonna have another baby?” He asked, softly.

Pointing at the test, you replied, “Well, according to this we are. I’ll have to make an appointment to find out—“

Billy cut you off when his lips collided with yours as he cupped your cheeks, tongue gently pressed against your teeth wanting to tangle with yours. His hands dropped from your cheeks to your belly. Billy was always very gentle with you when you were pregnant with Little Raven.

No matter how many times you told him you weren’t going to break, he was always very careful. Gently touching your stomach, he looked down then back up to meet your gaze and your tattooed hand rested on top of his. A wide smile stretched from ear to ear on his face; he just looked so happy.

Snaking your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close to touch your forehead to his, and you lightly scratched his scalp with your fingernails.

“You ready for another little Russo…Dad?” You asked with a warm smile.

Billy leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“Even though we’ve done it before, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.” He said, as he glanced down at the floor. “But we’re doin’ ok so far with Little Raven, right? We can handle another one.”

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded and replied, “I’m sure we can, baby. We’ll wait a little before we tell Anna and then we can tell everyone else too.”

**********

“What my shirt say, Mommy?” Asked Anna, looking and pointing at the shirt she was wearing.

Helping Anna put on her jacket, you replied, “It says, ‘I’m going to be a big sister’ Remember what Mommy and Daddy told you yesterday? Mommy has a baby in her belly so you’re going to have a little brother or sister.”

With pure innocence in her voice, she asked, “Do I get to pick? I wanna sister.”

Chuckling, you replied, “Afraid not, baby girl. We don’t get to pick.”

Scrunching her nose, she asked with slight disappointment in her voice, “Are you sure?”

“We get what we get, Anna. You ready to go see Uncle Frank and Auntie Maria?” You asked, zipping her jacket.

The three of you were getting ready to have dinner at Frank’s house along with Billy’s friends/employees from his tattoo studio. After seeing Little Raven’s t-shirt, they will know you’re pregnant and you couldn’t wait for everyone to find out your big news.

“I see Shortcake today, Daddy?” Asked Little Raven.

Billy smiled at his daughter.

“You sure do, little miss. You bringin’ your dinosaur?” He asked.

You answered for her.

“Oh she already packed it, baby. It’s all ready to go.”

You said with a wink and a smile.

**********

Frank cooked on the grill no matter what time of year it was. He’d stand out there with an umbrella or in snow boots if he needed to but it was a beautiful sunny day in April.

The late afternoon sun warmed your faces as you pulled up in front of the Castle’s home, Frank was already outside prepping the grill, and the excitement on Little Raven’s face when she saw her godfather made your heart swell. They loved each other so much.

After getting out of her car seat, Anna took off running toward Frank. Scooping her up, he tickled her stomach and playfully bit at her neck while she laughed uncontrollably. Frank was the only one outside at the moment, everyone else was in the house.

“Show Uncle Frankie your t-shirt, Little Miss.” Said Billy.

Anna had a problem undoing the zipper on her jacket.

“Help peeease, Uncle Frankie.” Anna begged.

Frank pulled the zipper down on Anna’s jacket, read the t-shirt, glanced at you and Billy then back to Anna with a sly grin stretched across his lips.

“You’re gonna be a big sister?!!” Frank asked.

Biting back a shy smile, Anna nodded.

“I wanna baby sister, Uncle Frankie.” She said.

Frank chuckled.

“Well, we don’t get to pick what we want, Little Raven. That’s not up to us.” He said. “Go show your Auntie, she’s gonna lose her shit, er, her mind.”

Anna knew “shit” was a bad word. She let out a devilish little laugh and replied, “Shit.”

It was only a matter of time before she’d pick up on the colorful words her Uncle uttered out loud.

“Anna Raven, you know that’s a bad word.” You said, biting back a laugh.

Frank opened the front door so Anna could go inside, then turned to you to offer his congratulations.

“Congratulations you two. Finally took enough ‘naps’ to get the job done, eh Bill?” He joked, pulling you in close to give you a hug.

“Something like that.” Said Billy, with a wide grin.

“We find out what we’re having in about three weeks.” You said.

You heard squeals and screeches coming from inside the house. It sounded like Maria and Shortcake got a good look at Anna’s t-shirt. Suddenly, the front door flew open and Shortcake was standing in the doorway.

“When are you due?!!!” She asked, her cheeks couldn’t contain her smile.

You returned the smile and replied, “Around Halloween.”

Shortcake turned and shouted back into the house.

“SHE’S DUE AROUND HALLOWEEN!!!” She yelled.

Faintly, you heard Maria shout back, “Tell her to come in here!!”

“Don’t keep that woman waiting, she’ll make ya pay for it.” Said Frank.

You felt a light smack on your ass as you walked past your husband and into the house. Billy winked when you glanced back at him over your shoulder. You could barely get inside the house before you were attacked with hugs, kisses on the cheeks, and glances at your belly. You had already started to show a little because it was your second baby.

Anna got hi-fives from Ed #1 and Ed #2. They told her she was going to be the best big sister and then she proceeded to try and extort snacks from both of them. They both knew Anna was going to be at the Castle’s today so they had stashed packages of goldfish crackers in their pockets. Her face lit up with a bright smile when she found the first package.

“Open peeeease.” She said to Ed #1.

She was smart and waited until after he opened her snack to pull on his dreadlocks. She thought it was the funniest thing but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He laughed right along with her.

Dinner was great and even though Frank grilled all of the meat outside, you still needed to run to the bathroom a few times after the smell of meat cooking floated past your nose.

Lisa and Junior played with Little Raven so you and Billy could have adult conversations with your friends. They were always so good with her and were excited there would be another Russo baby to play with.

You did express to the girls that you were worried about how Little Raven was going to react to a new baby because she won’t be the only child anymore. Maria told you to make sure to include her and each of you spend time with her alone without the baby so she doesn’t feel ignored.

Her mouth downturned a little when she talked about being alone, having two small children while Frank was deployed, and how hard it was to try and give Lisa her full attention when she needed a little extra “mommy” time while trying to take care of Junior at the same time.

Your hormones were all over the place so listening to her talk about it made you very emotional but very grateful that Billy was there so you could do it together.

Taking care of two children by herself, made Maria so strong in your eyes and you were thankful that you had someone you could go to for advice.

**********

Before you knew it, summer was over, you and Billy found out you were having a boy, and you were trying to get ready for Halloween and your new arrival. You were keeping his name a secret like you did for Anna.

It was quite a busy time and all things considered you were moving around pretty well for being nine months pregnant. Anna said she wanted to be Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty for Halloween which is a little fitting since she had a pet raven. She was very excited.

“Mommy, I wear my horns soon!?” Asked Anna, excitedly.

Easing yourself down onto the couch, you smiled warmly at her and replied, “Yes, you do Little Raven. Are you excited?!”

She clapped her hands together, jumped up and down, and she gave you the signature Russo Cheshire Cat smile when she replied, “YES!!”

You wanted a costume that would go with your pregnant belly so you went with Thing 1, the baby was Thing 2, and you were dressing Billy up as the Cat in the Hat which Anna was very excited about because it was her favorite book. She wanted you to read it to her every night before she went to sleep, sometimes more than once if she was trying to procrastinate going to bed.

Just in case your baby boy was born before Halloween, you had a skeleton onesie and a skull and crossbones beanie to go with it for him. Your due date was two days ago and Halloween is tomorrow so it was looking like your little man was going to miss Halloween.

Oh well.

You were becoming increasingly irritable, it was difficult to get comfortable enough to be able to sleep, and Billy felt bad that he couldn’t do anything to put you at ease. Trying all the tricks in the book to jumpstart your labor, you went for long walks, ate spicy food, sex…you tried them all but your little boy just didn’t want to come out yet.

They wouldn’t induce you unless you were a week overdue so you still had a handful of days left before they would. Your labor with Anna came so quickly so you thought it would be quick with this little guy too…you were wrong.

But it wasn’t all bad. You would get to dress up for Halloween (your favorite holiday) and take Little Raven trick or treating with the Castle children in their neighborhood, which may end up being your neighborhood too.

Your soon-to-be family of four was going to need more room and Maria excitedly told you there was a house a couple of streets over that just went up for sale that would be “perfect” for you.

It was definitely something to think about but right now you were focusing on trying to convince baby boy Russo to come out.

“Front and center, soldier! Let me see it!” You called to Billy from the living room.

He replied from the bedroom, “I look ridiculous, baby! Frankie’s never gonna let me live this down!”

You replied, “Well you haven’t seen his costume yet, Billy. He may think twice about saying anything about yours.”

Billy walked out from around the corner in his Cat in the Hat costume and you had to bite back your laugh. The striped hat, the red tie, and the tail…Anna looked very pleased. She started to giggle and point at him.

“You the Cat in the Hat, Daddy!” She squealed.

Covering your mouth to stifle your laugh, Billy could see you were laughing and he narrowed his eyes at you before turning back to Anna.

“You like Daddy’s costume, baby girl?” He asked.

She nodded and replied, “Mommy’s Thing 1 and my baby brother is Thing 2!”

Billy laughed and said, “Well Daddy feels a little silly but Mommy looks adorable.”

He winked and smiled at you before leaning in close to whisper in your ear, “What three-year-old wants to be Maleficent for Halloween?”

“Our child.” You responded with a warm smile and a kiss on his cheek.

He kissed the tip of your nose and said, “Well, I love it. It’s very rock star of her.”

Anna Raven was ready to go trick or treating. She understood it a little more this year so she was really excited to go with Lisa and Junior. She wore a long black robe, Billy fashioned her horns out of moldable foam and electrical tape, she carried a staff with a little stuffed raven attached to the top of it, and her face was painted green. Your little miss was the perfect little Maleficent.

“You ready to go, Little Raven?” You asked, wincing a little at what might be your first contraction.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, his voice full of concern.

“Let’s go, Mommy!” Anna yelled.

Nodding and grimacing at the same time, you replied, “Yeah handsome, I’m fine. The walk will be good. Let’s go.”

Billy opened the door, grabbed his keys and ushered the two of you out into the hallway before locking the door behind him and asking, “So, what’s Frankie’s costume?”

A devilish smile stretched across your lips as you answered, “Oh I don’t wanna spoil that surprise, you’ll see.”

**********

Billy had a hard time recovering after seeing Frank in his costume for the first time. The Castle family was dressed up like the cast from The Wizard of Oz. Lisa was Dorothy, Maria was the Scarecrow, Junior was the Tin Man and Frank was the Cowardly Lion. He didn’t look pleased at all which only made Billy laugh harder.

The picture you took of the two of them was priceless. They tried to look tough but at the end of the day they were both still dressed up as cats.

The tightening in your stomach became more painful and more frequent. You also had a lot of pain in your lower back, more so than you did with Little Raven which had you a little concerned but you really wanted to finish taking Anna trick or treating before possibly going to the hospital.

Anna had acquired quite the stash of candy before you couldn’t take it anymore. Billy had periodically asked how you were doing but you played down how much pain you were in. Finally, you came clean.

“Billy…I think I need to go to the hospital. These contractions hurt… a LOT.” You said in distress.

Billy was holding Anna in his arms when he replied, “Oh fuck, er, I mean…shit! Nope, that’s not right either.”

You tried to laugh but it was too painful.

He passed off Anna to Maria and Frank, then left to go get the car. They said they would take care of her and to let them know when the baby arrives, then they would visit. Luckily, your hospital bag was already in the car. Billy made sure you were ok before closing your car door and speeding away.

It was difficult to sit all the way down because it was so painful. At your last few doctor’s appointments, they said it was a little concerning that your baby boy hadn’t turned to be head down yet but that you shouldn’t worry, he should turn and it would be fine. They told you there were some things you could try to get him to turn on his own.

You were starting to think that maybe he hadn’t turned yet and that’s why you were in so much pain.

“We’re almost there, baby. It’s ok.” Billy said, nervously.

Billy was always calm and in control but this was the first time you had seen him look…scared. He had been told that attachments and showing emotions were a weakness so a lot of the time, he kept his feelings to himself, pushed way down inside so no one else could see. It was better since he became a husband and a father but old habits are hard to break. All of that went out the window when he saw how much pain you were in.

When you arrived at the hospital, and after everyone you saw smiled at your Halloween costumes, your doctor told you that your baby boy was, in fact, breech which was why you were in so much pain. They were going to try and turn him but if they couldn’t, they would need to do a C-section.

Your doctor tried his best but couldn’t get the baby to turn so they prepped you for a C-section. Dressed in a sterile hospital gown and cap, Billy attempted to reassure you everything was going to be alright even though you could see in his deep brown eyes, he was still a little scared.

He couldn’t hide his emotions from you.

“It’s gonna be ok, sweet girl. They’re gonna get him out, alright?” He said from behind a face mask and stroked your forehead.

Billy could tell you were in a lot of pain because you never complained too much when you were in labor with Anna but she arrived quickly so you weren’t in pain for an extended period of time. Pretty soon, you didn’t feel any more pain and your baby boy was here.

After you were moved to a recovery room, tears stung the back of your eyes, and you gazed at your new son with relief that he was finally here and that he was alright.

“Oh Billy…he’s perfect.” You said, as a tear dropped onto his nose just like it did when you held Anna for the first time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Just a quick question…” He said.

Confused, you asked, “What is it, handsome?”

Lightly touching his son’s head, Billy asked, “Um, well, where’s his hair?”

You could tell your baby boy would also have dark hair like his father but unlike his sister who was born with a full head of hair, he didn’t have much to work with at the moment.

You tried to stop yourself from laughing because you didn’t want to pop a stitch but that was a hard one to bite back.

“I’m sure he’ll have plenty of it when more of it comes in but he is definitely your son, look how dark it is.” You said.

Being careful not to squish the baby, Billy leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. The hand with his marine corps tattoo on it gently cupped your cheek as he continued to kiss you. Billy smiled at you before leaning down to kiss his newborn son on the forehead.

“I’m gonna go call Frankie.” He said softly.

You smiled back and replied, “Don’t forget to call everyone else too, you know they’ll want to know too.”

Your little boy finished eating just as his first visitors arrived. Frank was carrying Anna who was all clean and in her pajamas. She looked very excited and a little nervous to meet her brother. The Castle family had changed out of their costumes too.

“I missed visiting Anna in the hospital because of that snow storm, I wasn’t gonna miss this little one’s first days too.” Said Maria.

“You ready to meet your baby brother, Little Raven?” You asked.

Chewing on her finger, she nodded and smiled.

Frank set her on the edge of the bed.

“Anna…this is your brother, Dylan. Dylan William Russo. Say ‘hi, Dylan.’” You said as tears welled up in your eyes again looking at the two of them together. They already looked like each other.

Anna was very gentle when she touched Dylan on his chubby little cheek and whispered, “Hi Dylan. Imma big sister.”

“You ARE a big sister, Anna.” Said Billy.

Carefully, Dylan was passed around so the Castle family could each hold him, even Lisa and Junior held him for a minute.

“Well, I know why you chose William but is there a reason behind Dylan?” Asked Maria.

You and Billy smiled at each other before you replied, “You all know how much I love the ocean and we all spent a lot of time at the beach this past summer. Well, this little guy was the most active when we were at the beach, kicking me, stretching, moving all around, especially when I was swimming. And the name Dylan actually means “son of the sea,” so he kind of chose his own name. It’s also no wonder he didn’t want to come out!” You said with a little laugh.

Everyone else chuckled a little too.

Frank looked at Anna and asked, “What do you think of your little brother, Anna? You wanna keep him?”

Anna looked up at her godfather with her ink like eyes, smiled and said, “I keep him, Uncle Frankie. He cute.”

Frank glanced at Billy before saying, “We’ll take her home with us so y/n can get some sleep, you too, you look like shit.”

Everyone heard Anna’s tiny voice repeat, “Shit.”

Frank tickled her neck and playfully scolded her.

“Hey, we told you that’s a bad word? Yeah?” Asked Frank.

Her devilish smile stretched across her lips again as Anna replied, “No, YOU say shit, Uncle Frankie.”

“Why does she only repeat it when I say it?” Frank asked with narrowed eyes and in a confused tone.

“Because she knows you’ll give her the reaction she wants.” Said Billy.

Everyone said their goodbyes to you, Billy, and baby Dylan. Frank scooped up Little Raven in his arms, she turned to wave to you and said, “Bye, bye Mommy, bye Daddy.”

The two of you waved back.

“Bye baby girl. You be good for your Auntie and Uncle, ok?” You said.

Frank paused in the doorway, Anna turned to look at her baby brother once more, she waved at him and said with a kind smile, “Bye, bye baby Dylan. I see you soon!”

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[moonknightly]

Babes:

blowing up their phone and receiving no answers (this either being the reason behind the argument or just adding fuel to the fire)

Would love this prompt with any of the moon boys but Jake would be preferred I'm imagining...

Jake is blowing up reader's phone because he's worried...and she's not answering for whatever reason (busy or something). He's genuinely worried she might be in danger and oh boy...

Smut would be nice but not necessary. Do what you will with this <3 Love you babes and congrats on 5k!

Jake's not used to this feeling, the one of absolute terror and panic vibrating through his chest, cracking his ribs and making it harder and harder to breathe with each passing moment. He's not used to the way his hands tremble and shake, or the way sweat trickles down the back of his neck and soaks the collar of his shirt. It's unfamiliar, unwelcome.

He doesn't get anxiety. He's always confident, always so sure and stoic and proud.

But now he's fucking panicking because you haven't answered your phone all day, and you were supposed to be home four hours ago.

Terrible thoughts race through his head. Where could you be? What if you're hurt? What if someone hurt you?

He feels sick to his stomach as every possible scenario moves through his head. Someone could've cornered you in an alley, or pulled you into their car and now you could be in someone's basement while they think about doing God knows what to you and-

Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying so so hard to calm his thoughts. They're not doing him any good.

No, if you're hurt he should be out there looking for you. He should be doing something other than waiting around the flat, waiting rather impatiently for your return that may or may not come at this point. He should be-

His thoughts are interrupted again but this time, it's not by his own doing. The sound of a key in the lock immediately catches his attention and he stands, fists clenched by his sides. You slip through the door and quickly close it behind you but he doesn't relax, doesn't let his hands return to normal, doesn't let his shoulders sag.

"Where the hell have you been?" he snaps before he can think better of it, his voice nearly a snarl, eyes on fire.

His anger shocks you, it's clear by the look on your face but it's not enough to get him to back down. Not really.

"Babe I'm so sorry, my phone died before I could tell you I had to stay late and I didn't have a charger and-"

"You couldn't have used your work phone?" he interrupts, taking a few steps closer. "Someone else's phone?"

"I don't have your number memorized honey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..."

Your words do nothing to comfort him. He's still panicking, his mind is still so so loud and not in the way he's used to, his anxiety so intense he's completely blocked off Marc and Steven.

"I thought you were hurt! I thought something bad happened to you. I thought...I thought-"

He can't finish his sentence. He can't breathe. He doesn't remember how and the feeling of claws digging into his skin from the inside out is still there and he feels like his knees are about to give out and-

"Sweetheart," you say, your voice gentle and soft. Your hands are suddenly on either side of his face, the feeling of your skin on his bringing just an ounce of relief and Jake finally feels like he can pull in another breath. "You're having a panic attack, okay? It's okay, you're okay. I'm right here, I've got you."

"I don't get panic attacks," he forces out between clenched teeth, snapping his eyes shut and willing himself to just calm down. Marc is the one who has panic attacks, and sometimes Steven gets them but never Jake. Never him.

You might as well be ignoring him.

"You're okay," you mumble again, moving one of your hands into his hair, running your fingers through his hair in that way you know he likes, nails scraping against his scalp. "It's okay."

The feeling of your nails slowly starts to ground him, slowly starts to bring him back to reality and breathing becomes easier. His chest starts to feel lighter and the sweat on his neck starts to dry. He's calming down. You're calming him down.

He's pushed from the front before he gets the chance to calmly rationalize his thoughts to you, Steven taking the reins when the emotions running through his body become even more confusing and overwhelming.

That's fine, he thinks. It gives him a chance to think about how he's going to punish you for not answering your phone the next time he has the body.

this is TRASH I'M SORRY

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[jinxwrites]

The Punishment

TW: This is quite graphic

Kanato kept me tied up despite the fact I couldn’t even run away with my legs being broken. He’d dress me up in lolita-styled dresses and brush my hair. We’d have little tea parties sometimes with the surviving toys from his meltdown. He only fed me sweets like cake and macaroons which was better than nothing, but still made me sick to my stomach. He told me it made my blood taste better. He usually kept me blindfolded unless he was in the room with me. I was only ever allowed to look at him and whenever I did, it was in fear. His moods were incredibly unpredictable. I had learned the obvious triggers for him like talking back or resisting in any way, but then he’d lash out for seemingly no reason sometimes.

One night, I heard the door open while I was alone in the room. I stiffened, expecting Kanato to slip off my blindfold to look at him, but I heard a different voice. “Oi pancake!” He chuckled when I flinched. He took off my blindfold and I stared into a pair of green eyes. It was Ayato.

“Ayato?”

“I told you to address me as yours truly,” he corrected. “I’m thirsty. Give me your blood,” Before I could object, he bit into my hand.

“Ayato, stop! If Kanato finds out, he’ll-“ I started to panic just thinking about what he’d do if he found out. He ignored me and just kept lapping at the blood from my palm.

“Shit your blood is sweet. Tastes like straight sugar,” he pulls away, dissatisfied. “Almost hurts my teeth,” he complained. I observed the bite on my palm. Did he have to make it so obvious? Kanato was sure to see it eventually. I couldn’t hide anything from him. “So you’re Kanato’s little toy now, huh?” He smirks as he mocks me, “I bet you’re enjoying all of the attention.”

“The complete opposite actually. Just because I obey doesn’t mean I want to.” I glared.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, pancake,” With a smug grin, he leaves the room. I rolled my eyes and waited patiently for Kanato to return. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter anyway.

When Kanato entered the room, I gave him a smile. He didn’t look happy which was normal ever since the incident. “Where’s your blindfold?” He asked sternly.

“It slipped off and I-“ He cut me off. He loved doing that.

“Don’t lie to me! How could it slip off?” He steps closer with his fists clenched. I’m sure he could hear my heart racing at this point. He glanced at my hand which was stained with blood from where Ayato bit me. “You let someone else bite you?!”

“I didn’t let him, he-“ I could never get a full sentence out anymore when he was like this.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses! You’re supposed to be mine! Your blood. Your body. You’re only supposed to let me bite you! You’re only supposed to look at me!” He picked a fork from the table we normally had tea parties at. I immediately thought about the times I saw him stabbing his food with a fork, and I instantly feared that he’d do that to me. Would he really kill me with a fork? Who am I kidding? Of course he would. He’s insane. I backed up, but I could only press myself in the corner against the wall. “What’s wrong? It’s just a fork!” He laughed. “I’m going to miss that look in your eyes. I could always preserve them in a jar, but it won’t be the same.” What the hell did that mean? He pins me to the wall I idiotically backed myself against with one hand while bringing the fork closer and closer to my face. I froze, shutting my eyes only to have my left eye forced back open. He had let my hands go, but I wasn’t dumb enough to fight back a vampire holding a fork so dangerously close to my eye. Tears fell from my eyes as it got closer and closer. I felt the prongs of the utensil pierce my cornea. I cried out in pain as he pushed the fork deeper into my eye. Warm blood spilled down my face, soaking into the fabric of the purple dress he dressed me in. He was laughing. He was enjoying this. “It’s like stabbing a juicy grape!” I felt like I was going to puke or pass out. He pulled the fork back, taking my eye out of its socket with it. “Have you learned your lesson now?” I nodded, unable to speak. “Good girl,” he ran his tongue along my cheek to lap off the blood running from my eye socket. I went limp against the wall. I didn’t have the strength left to push him away anymore. I heard him laughing as my vision started to fade.

I woke up in the study area where Reiji usually was. I reached up to touch my face when I felt the fabric of bandages over my left eye. Or at least where it used to be. My eye was gone. It was really gone. They had already taken so much from me. I sobbed into my hands when I heard footsteps. I looked up to see Reiji with an annoyed expression. “You should be grateful I spared you. I thought about letting you bleed out and die, but I decided to save your life.”

“Th-thank you so much, Reiji. I was scared I was going to die.. I’m in debt to you.”

“I expect you to return me the favor when the time comes.”

What did that mean? “Of course.. thank you..” As I thanked him again, the door to the study opened without a knock. The purple haired devil who gouged out my eye with a fork walked in like nothing ever happened. I started to panic.

“Oh, you’re awake. I have a surprise for you!” He sounded excited, which was never a good thing for Kanato. He pulled out a jar he was hiding behind his back with my eyeball floating in a liquid probably used to preserve it. I gagged at the sight, holding my face where it used to be. “Too bad it’s damaged by the fork, but it’s still pretty!”

“You’re sick, Kanato!” I snapped. I expected him to look angry, but he was in shock from my sudden outburst. “You tried to kill me, you broke my legs and dressed me up like a doll, and now you’ve taken my eye just because I had looked at someone!! What is wrong with you?!” I couldn’t stop. The things that I had been holding back were overflowing.

Kanato narrowed his purple eyes. Oh god, I messed up. He was going to kill me for sure now. “How dare you.. After everything I’ve done.. I fed you. Took care of you. I kept you company. I could have just killed you and displayed you with the others. I wanted to because I wanted you to be mine forever, but I gave you another chance to prove your loyalty to me after you had betrayed me. This is how you repay me?! Insulting me?!” I stayed quiet as he approached me menacingly. “Oh, not going to answer me now? Am I scaring you?”

“Take these matters to your own room, Kanato.” Reiji interrupted. He didn’t care or want to stop it. He was just tired of all the yelling. Kanato picked me up in eerie silence. I was too scared to struggle. I wish I could know what he was thinking about. I’m sure I’d find out very soon though. He carried me back into the room before throwing me on the floor. He was on top of me before I could even attempt to move away from him.

“Go on, beg for me. Beg me not to hurt you.” He was grinning widely at me again, gripping my wrists tightly.

“Please don’t kill me!” I begged.

“Oh c’mon! You can do better than that! Beg me not to tear your throat out with my teeth! Beg me not to rip you apart as I swallow every last drop of your blood. Every last breath you take. Beg me!”

“Kanato, please stop!” I cried. I couldn’t get out of this this time. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I caused Teddy to get burned! I’m sorry I left you! I’ll stay with you and be yours just please! I don’t want to die!” Suddenly, his teeth were in my throat again. I screamed loudly in pain as I felt him rip my flesh. I had already lost so much blood from losing my eye. I could feel it leaving my body, spilling out onto the floor beneath me. The warmth of it on my neck as my body grew cold. I gasped for air, but none could fill my lungs anymore.

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[animanganerd]

Everything Annoys Me And I’m (Too) Hot - Chapter 18

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfic

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47881336/chapters/129142678

All chapters: here x

Chapter 18 ❖ Memories

The two men were his soon-to-be dads.

The taller one was clad in robes and a forehead ribbon that were as immaculate and white as snow, while the other was dressed entirely in black, save for a crimson band that ran through his dark hair like a streak of blood.

When A-Li reached them, the man in white got down on one knee and asked, “What happened?”

The tone of the man was sober and his face expressionless and stern. He gazed at A-Li with clear, cold eyes, which sent chills down A-Li’s spine. Not sure if he was safe yet, A-Li continued to sob, rubbing the tears from his burning eyes.

The stranger kept asking, “Are you related to the fire?”

“He most definitely is,” interrupted the other man. “His back’s still burning!” 

With a swift movement, he extinguished the small flames on A-Li’s back and carefully lifted him into his arms.

The man carried a warm smile on his lips and, for some reason, his beaming face put A-Li at ease. A-Li scrutinised the man’s face and didn’t recognise him from the village. Once he realised these two were outsiders and posed no threat, his racing heart began to calm.

“What’s your name?” the man in black asked.

A-Li’s voice was still strangled by sobs, but he managed to press out his name.

“A…A-Li.”

“Nice to meet you A-Li. My name is Wei Wuxian and this is Lan Wangji,” the man said, pointing at the man in white. Lan Wangji was already standing again and nodded in return. Wei Wuxian continued, “Do you remember your family name?”

A-Li shook his head.

“It’s fine. Do you know where you live? Were your parents with you?”

A-Li could only answer each question with a shake of his head. A sense of embarrassment surged inside him and fresh tears welled up in his eyes. At the same time, a searing pain on his back set in. The last thing he remembered were the anguished cries that escaped his throat before his vision went black.

With a jolt, Lan Xiaoli abruptly woke from his memories.

His vision was blurry from the tears that immediately rolled down his face once he opened his eyes, along with beads of sweat that had formed on his brow.

A thousand emotions flooded his mind, but his thoughts were dominated by hatred, anguish and resentment. He felt sick to his stomach, yet he instantly shot up, his heart filled with rage and a burning desire for revenge.

When he sprang to his feet, the seat pillow slipped out from underneath him, causing him to stagger. He stumbled to the ground, but immediately caught himself with one hand and pushed himself off the ground. He swiftly regained his footing and charged forward.

Wen Kexing, who’d been keeping a close eye on Lan Xiaoli, was startled by the teen’s sudden awakening. Lan Xiaoli had shown no signs of distress; he’d appeared to be in a deep slumber until his eyes snapped open.

A dark haze suddenly enveloped Lan Xiaoli, and Wen Kexing was instantly filled with worry. Guilt gnawed at his conscience as he couldn’t help but wonder, did I miss something?

Wen Kexing was quick to chase after the teen, but once Lan Xiaoli reached the draped exit, he came to an abrupt halt, clutching onto the stony edge of the entrance.

After a few strides, the physical discomfort had caught up with Lan Xiaoli. A wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him, and the world began to spin before his eyes. The cramps in his stomach, which he’d tried to ignore, forced him to double over. He seized his stomach in an attempt to ease the pain while his vision gradually dimmed. Soon, his legs gave out beneath him, unable to carry his weight any longer.

Just as Wen Kexing was about to offer help, Lan Xiaoli coughed out a mouthful of blood and crumpled to the ground. Wen Kexing barely managed to catch Lan Xiaoli, but was relieved to see that with Lan Xiaoli fainting, the eerie haze had dissipated as well.

Outside, the others saw Lan Xiaoli collapse. Alarmed, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji immediately rushed to his side, their hearts seized by the invisible hand of concern. Half-kneeling beside Lan Xiaoli, Lan Wangji took his pulse to assess his condition. After a short moment, he assured Wei Wuxian with a firm nod that Lan Xiaoli was stable.

Wei Wuxian yanked open the curtains nonetheless. “What happened?!” he demanded.

Wen Kexing opened his mouth, feeling as if he’d been asked specifically, yet he found himself at a loss for words. But before he had a chance to speak, Liu Fenghua had already stepped forward. Distracted by Lan Xiaoli’s strange behaviour, Wen Kexing hadn’t noticed that Liu Fenghua had awoken as well.

“He will be fine, but you need to take intense care of him now,” Liu Fenghua said. He had a serious look on his face; not even the slightest trace of carefreeness was left in his expression. “There is a reason why our brain prevents us from remembering certain memories, so I fear they might not have been pleasant.”

Wei Wuxian bit down on his lip. Liu Fenghua had warned them. There was no one to blame but themselves.

Lan Wangji picked up Lan Xiaoli, and they all gathered around the stone table, where Wen Kexing gave a brief summary of what had happened. Which, apart from the last few minutes, wasn’t much. At the mention of the haze, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji exchanged a concerned look. Could it be related to the curse?

“You guys can stay here until he regains his consciousness,” Liu Fenghua offered.

Wei Wuxian shook his head. “I am grateful for your offer, and I mean no offence, but I’d feel better if we took care of him some place else.”

“None taken, none at all,” Liu Fenghua quickly replied, politely waving him off. There was no real place to rest in his cave anyway, so he felt a twinge of regret for suggesting it in the first place. This was the first time someone had reacted this gravely to their memory retrieval. 

Liu Fenghua made a mental note to set up a corner where people could recover in the future.

“I agree with you Wei-xiong, but considering the path that lies ahead of us, I don’t think it’s wise to leave while he’s unconscious,” Zhou Zishu objected in a gentle tone.

“Don’t worry,” Liu Fenghua interjected. “It’s true that I force people to climb up the hard way, but there’s a much safer, secret passage.”

He sauntered over to an unassuming grey stone wall and gave it a light tap. At his touch, the wall slowly opened like a sliding door, revealing a long, winding staircase behind it that had been carved into the heart of the mountain. As soon as the door was fully open, the torches hanging at even intervals on the wall flickered to life one after another, casting a warm glow upon the stony descent.

“You think I want to walk this dreadful path every time I go into town?” Liu Fenghua said with a dry chuckle and shook his head, as if the mere thought was abhorrent.

The others internally breathed a sigh of relief, then cupped their hands and bowed down in gratitude.

“Take care,” Liu Fenghua said, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

With that, the group departed.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, they were greeted by a vast expanse of white. During their time inside the cave, a pristine blanket of snow had fallen over the entire landscape, lying now serene in the soft glow of the moon. It was a pleasant sight, but the group was in desperate need to get out of the biting cold – and to find a warm place to stay, they had to walk through the snow, inadvertently marring its untouched beauty with their footprints.

⬩ ❖ ⬩ ❖ ⬩ ❖ ⬩

The first thought that clouded Lan Xiaoli’s mind when he woke up was that of revenge.

He hadn’t restored the filial bond with his birth parents in the short time he’d relived his memories, but Murong Qiang and Murong Xinghua had been genuinely good people, and their unwarranted deaths was enough reason to get them the justice they deserved.

Lan Xiaoli wanted to avenge not only his parents, but also the damage that had been done to his own life. The relentless greed of just one person had ruined his chance to become a full-fledged cultivator – and this person happened to be his uncle.

Lan Xiaoli found himself in an unfamiliar bed. He didn’t know how he ended up here, nor did he care. As soon as he’d regained his senses, he jumped out of the bed and stormed out of the room, driven by unwavering determination.

It seemed that, while Lan Xiaoli was unconscious, the others had found some kind of cottage. They were gathered downstairs around a small, square fireplace embedded in the middle of the room. Lively conversation filled the air as they enjoyed the food they had roasted over the fire.

Lan Xiaoli had no eyes for the cosy scene that was unfolding before him and strode past them with brisk steps. As soon as they caught sight of him, they interrupted their chatter to bombard him with questions.

“Where are you going?”

“What’s wrong?”

“How are you feeling?”

“A-Li! Wait!”

Lan Xiaoli couldn’t make out who was asking what, their voices merging into one chaotic jumble. He was so consumed by his determination to get on a horse and track down his uncle that he turned a deaf ear to them, their presence and questions reduced to mere background noise.

Zhang Chengling, who was standing closest to him, quickly followed him. With a firm grip on Lan Xiaoli’s shoulder, Zhang Chengling stopped him before he could leave the house.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his face written with pure and genuine concern. But when Lan Xiaoli’s rage-filled gaze locked onto him, a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Lan Xiaoli freed his shoulder from Zhang Chengling’s grasp with a violent shove and, without giving an answer or an explanation, he walked out. All he wanted to do was go, and go now!

Outside, most of the snow had been washed away by rain, leaving behind a wet and muddy ground. Only patches of persistent snow had remained, frozen into a slippery hazard. However, with his brisk steps, Lan Xiaoli didn’t slip once. Once he reached one of the carriages, he began to untie one of the horses.

The others had gathered at the door to see what he was up to. Lan Wangji was the first to approach him. He seized one of Lan Xiaoli’s wrists to stop him from releasing the horse.

“What are you doing?”

Lan Xiaoli’s eyes darted to the hand that had captured his arm, preventing him from moving it. “Let go.”

“Tell us what you saw,” Lan Wangji said. His voice was calm, but his composed demeanour was betrayed by the strength of his firm grip.

“It is a long story,” Lan Xiaoli replied, growing more and more agitated. In this very moment, everyone who tried to stop him was nothing more than an obstacle he had to overcome. “I need to go.”

“Where to?”

Lan Xiaoli puffed a frustrated sigh. Every word felt like a waste of breath, every second not spent on getting revenge on his uncle like a waste of time. “There is no time to explain! Stop holding me back.”

But Lan Wangji refused to loosen his grip. “We want to help you.”

Help him? As he had with his spiritual powers? Would his solution be the same as before? Taking it slow? Being patient? It might be too late by then!

Had these words been spoken by someone else, they might have had a different effect, but looking back on it, Lan Xiaoli found that Lan Wangji had always been the opposite of help. Lan Xiaoli’s gaze finally wandered up, and he looked Lan Wangji dead in the eyes. The inexplicable fury that had been bubbling in his chest erupted in a sudden spate of malice.

“I do not need you,” he declared through gritted teeth, spitting out each word with such resentment it could make one’s blood freeze.

Caught off guard, Lan Wangji momentarily faltered, giving Lan Xiaoli the opportunity to free his arm with a forceful yank. Since his father wouldn’t let him untie this horse in peace, Lan Xiaoli wanted to walk over to the other carriage and take one of those horses instead. Turning to stomp away, as he liked to do, he ran straight into Wei Wuxian’s bitchslap.

Wei Wuxian had smacked Lan Xiaoli without restraint. It was forceful and hard, its sound crisp and resounding. For a moment, only the echo of the slap could be heard in the otherwise silent wooded hillside.

Lan Xiaoli had been so consumed by his emotions, lost in the depths of his frustration and impatience, that he hadn’t noticed Wei Wuxian approaching from behind. The slap had come out of nowhere, leaving Lan Xiaoli in a momentary state of shock. He couldn’t believe that Wei Wuxian had actually hit him.

Glaring at Lan Xiaoli with a stern and furious face, Wei Wuxian pointed at Lan Wangji. “Apologise!” he demanded in a firm voice.

Lan Xiaoli covered his cheek, hot and red from the slap, with one of his hands, scowling at the evildoer. Tears stung in his eyes and his jaw clenched in anger, yet he did as requested. Swallowing down his bitterness, he obediently turned to Lan Wangji and bowed in apology.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian fished out a rope talisman to restrain the crazed teenager. He methodically wrapped the rope around Lan Xiaoli’s upper body, securing his arms behind his back. Lan Wangji observed Wei Wuxian in concern. This couldn’t be the best way to handle Lan Xiaoli.

“Wei Ying…”

“I know, it’s not the most graceful solution,” Wei Wuxian replied, his tone less harsh now that the slap had served its purpose. “But he’s outta control. Unless you have a better idea, we have no other choice.”

He proceeded to tie Lan Xiaoli’s hands together, leaving no room for movement, then continued, “I first thought it might be related to the curse, but now I’m certain it’s just his attitude. And instead of cooperating, all he likes to do is run away. Not this time.”

‘He’ is present, Lan Xiaoli thought, but afraid of collecting another slap, he didn’t dare say the snarky comment out loud.

As he said the last part, Wei Wuxian made sure to tightly fasten the ropes. Feeling the air being practically squeezed out of his lungs, a small grunt escaped Lan Xiaoli’s lips.

Back inside, Lan Wangji knelt by the crackling fire opposite Lan Xiaoli, who was bound to the wooden bannister of the stairs. His unyielding gaze bore into Lan Xiaoli, who adamantly refused to meet his eyes. Zhang Chengling hadn’t given up yet either and tried to casually strike up a conversation.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” he asked in his most sympathetic voice, but Lan Xiaoli ignored him as well.

The flames of fury in Lan Xiaoli’s eyes almost burnt as bright as the fire that was warming them, so Zhang Chengling thought it best to leave him be for now. Instead, he simply settled down beside him to provide some silent companionship.

Not only did Lan Xiaoli refuse to speak, he also wouldn’t eat or sleep.

Now that things had turned out like this, Lan Wangji regretted bringing Lan Xiaoli to Liu Fenghua in the first place. They should’ve known better.

Seeing Lan Wangji all gloomy like this, Wei Wuxian wanted to comfort him. He squatted down next to him and let out a heavy sigh. “Why is it always trouble with this boy?”

“It is our fault,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian nodded his head in silent acknowledgement. The boy had always been impulsive, and it was no secret that he didn’t have a great past. All things considered, their current predicament was truly a predictable outcome.

Yet, when Lan Xiaoli had uttered his wish, it wasn’t Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s place to deny him his past. He would’ve found out sooner or later, with or without them, and they preferred to be a part of his journey to discover the truth.

Of course, if it’d been up to them, they would’ve opted for a more cautious approach. But even if they wanted to tell him the truth, they couldn’t as they simply didn’t know what had happened to Lan Xiaoli’s parents. It was remarkable enough that Lan Xiaoli had figured out a way to retrieve his memories at all.

Wei Wuxian gently draped an arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulders. “We can’t change it now. All we can do is try and help him,” he said with an encouraging smile.

While he wasn’t free from regret either, Wei Wuxian found solace in the fact that, despite the circumstances, their boy was unharmed. After thoroughly examining Lan Xiaoli to confirm his actions were entirely unrelated to the lingering curse, he considered everything to be back under control. All they could do now was wait for the brat to cool down and talk.

After a moment of contemplation, Lan Wangji removed his gaze from Lan Xiaoli. His eyes met with Wei Wuxian’s, which radiated a reassuring warmth. Lan Wangji’s expression softened, and he gave a sober nod in agreement.

As the tension on Lan Wangji’s face faded, Wei Wuxian felt relieved as well and gave him a soft peck on the jaw.

The two of them were still sitting in their embrace, when Zhou Zishu approached them, interrupting their moment of intimacy. Wei Wuxian rose to his feet.

Now that the six of them had reached their common destination – Liu Fenghua – it was time for them to go their separate ways.

However, since Lan Xiaoli placed great trust in his new uncles, Wen Kexing was reluctant to part. Uncertain if he had missed something during the memory session, he was racked with guilt and felt responsible for Lan Xiaoli’s situation. He still wanted to help, yet he didn’t dare to face Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Hence, Zhou Zishu had walked over in his stead.

Lan Wangji shot him a frosty look from his kneeling position. The only result of Wen Kexing’s involvement he could see was a trussed up Lan Xiaoli, so he politely refused.

Lan Xiaoli had overheard their conversation, and even though he knew deep down that his dads only meant well, their actions so far had only interfered with his objective. As a result, he could only view them as a major impediment to his revenge.

“I would rather take their help than yours!” he said from where he was bound, glowering at Lan Wangji with bloodshot eyes. Afraid his dads would come up with a more severe punishment, he quickly added, “They would not have tied me up.”

This remark felt like a stab in Lan Wangji’s heart. In response, he stood up, flicked his sleeve and wordlessly walked away, which was his way of saying, “The three of them can stay, but I will not leave you in their care.”

Wei Wuxian had been seething with anger earlier, but all of it had been drained with the slap. His focus was now on consoling Lan Wangji. He hurried after him, trying to placate him. “At least having someone his age around has a good impact on him! Don’t you think he seemed much more well-behaved and good-tempered? ...well, until he regained his memories…”

At night, they took turns to watch over Lan Xiaoli.

It was impossible for Lan Xiaoli to escape from Wei Wuxian’s bindings, but in case he got hungry or finally felt like talking, it was better to have someone around.

When it was Wen Kexing’s turn, he sat across from Lan Xiaoli, who was still bound to the banister. Since Lan Xiaoli had declared he’d be willing to accept his help, Wen Kexing thought he might have a chance to get him to talk.

“So… what did you see?” he asked as he poked at the fire with a twig, trying his best to appear casual.

Yet, the teen still refused to cooperate. He continued to stare at the ground before him with a perpetual sour expression on his face. He didn’t even try to free himself of the ropes; he knew any attempt was futile. Instead, he just rigidly knelt on the floor, his lips sealed shut.

After a few more failed attempts, Wen Kexing realised it was no use and concluded that there was only one viable solution to fix this mess.

He stood up and walked closer to Lan Xiaoli, continuously throwing cautious glances at the upper level of the cottage. Once he was standing right next to him, he checked one last time to make sure no one else was around, before he did something unexpected.

In a surprising twist, Lan Xiaoli felt the constraints around his body slacken. Wen Kexing had cut the ropes with his fan! Lan Xiaoli’s eyes widened as he stared at the ropes that now dangled loosely from his arms. A mix of astonishment and disbelief coursed through him, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

“Go!” Wen Kexing commanded under his breath.

Lan Xiaoli finally lifted his eyes to gawk at him, dumbfounded. Was this really happening or had he accidentally fallen asleep and this was just a dream?

“What are you waiting for?!” Wen Kexing hissed, shooing him away with his hands.

Lan Xiaoli snapped back to his senses and nodded, still a little dazed, before he finally moved to run away.

But fortune was not on their side. Zhou Zishu had emerged from his room at this very moment. Being used to the warmth of someone else’s body, the bed was simply too cold for him alone. And instead of just lying awake until that certain someone returned, he decided to join the night watch, and happened to witness the entire scene.

“Wen Kexing!” he called out in a low voice.

Lan Xiaoli and Wen Kexing had failed to notice his presence, both jumping in surprise. They both looked up to see Zhou Zishu standing at the top of the stairs. Wen Kexing was amazed at how furious a whisper could be.

However, before Zhou Zishu could intervene, Lan Xiaoli had already stormed off. Zhou Zishu noiselessly hurried down the stairs and confronted Wen Kexing, his tone filled with condemnation. “What are you doing?!”

Wen Kexing met Zhou Zishu’s accusatory eyes head-on, returning the glare with steadfast conviction. “That boy has been under the wing of his parents all his life, it’s time for him to gain some real-life experience on his own – even if that means making mistakes,” he deepened his gaze, “Everyone needs to make mistakes.”

The two were only inches apart, the tension between them palpable. “That doesn’t give you the right to allow someone else’s child to make those mistakes!” Zhou Zishu snapped back. “I thought you wanted to help, this is not helping!”

They continued their heated argument in hushed voices for a while, until Zhou Zishu decided it was best to come clean.

Wen Kexing hadn’t foreseen this scenario and was absolutely not ready to face the others yet. “Wait!”

Desperate to stop Zhou Zishu, Wen Kexing reached for him, but after months of experience in dodging those grabby hands, Zhou Zishu deftly evaded his grasp.

“A-Xu! Wait! Listen!” Wen Kexing called after him, rushing to catch up, but it was too late. Once Zhou Zishu had reached Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s room, he immediately knocked on their door, leaving no room for hesitation.

“A-Xu, you’re making a mistake,” Wen Kexing continued in an insistent whisper, but Zhou Zishu didn’t want to hear any of it.

A couple of minutes later, the door creaked open, revealing Wei Wuxian standing there with Lan Wangji right behind him. Wei Wuxian, still groggy from sleep, let out a loud yawn and muttered, “Is it our turn already?”

When Wen Kexing’s eyes landed on the other couple, his body stiffened at once. A thin layer of cold sweat formed on his back and his breath was stuck in his chest.

Zhou Zishu came straight to the point. “I’m sorry to disturb your rest, but Xiaoli has escaped.”

This was it. Just like that, the truth was revealed. Wen Kexing gaped at Zhou Zishu in disbelief. He didn’t know whether to feel respect or betrayal towards his partner who’d just turn him in like that.

Zhou Zishu’s statement felt like someone had poured cold water over Wei Wuxian. Wide awake now, he yanked the door further open. “What? How?!”

Under different circumstances, Wei Wuxian would’ve chased after Lan Xiaoli right away, but the shock ran too deep, rooting him to the spot. He knew it should’ve been impossible for Lan Xiaoli to escape. Unless… Whatever the reason, he was very interested to hear their excuse – no, answer.

Zhou Zishu lowered his gaze, his silence stretching for a moment as he contemplated the best way to disclose the truth. Selling out one’s partner wasn’t that easy after all. Just when Zhou Zishu opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by wet footsteps.

The four men collectively turned their heads towards the source of the sound, and there stood the fugitive himself, covered in mud from head to toe. They squinted at him, their expressions a blend of concern and confusion.

Wen Kexing was the only one who let out a barely audible sigh of relief. His heart, which had come up to his throat, plunged back into his chest.

Lan Xiaoli’s head drooped low, his countenance revealing a mix of irritation, frustration and disappointment.

After a long while of silence, Lan Xiaoli shattered the strained atmosphere by finally answering the question that hung so heavily in the air. He heaved a sigh and explained, “...While I was running I realised I did not know where to go… And… it was so dark, I could not see a thing… I tripped and fell into this mud puddle…” His voice caught in his throat for a moment before it abruptly burst out in sobs. “I am sorry, you were right, I cannot do this on my own.”

It was the moment he fell into the puddle that he realised what a spoiled life he’d lived and that he was lost on his own.

His entire body was covered in mud, except for two streaks on his face that revealed he’d been crying the whole way back. The sight tugged at Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s hearts, and their gazes softened. They rushed over to embrace him in a comforting hug, the circumstances of his escape completely forgotten.

“Would you like to stay with us tonight? Just like when you were little?” Wei Wuxian asked in a soft voice. “You can tell us what you saw tomorrow, after a good night’s rest.”

Defeated, Lan Xiaoli rubbed away the tears from his eyes and nodded vigorously. The three of them went into their room and closed the door behind them. The last thing Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing heard was Wei Wuxian saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up first…”

Back in their own room, Wen Kexing said with a self-satisfied sigh, “Isn’t it nice that he’s talking again?”

Zhou Zishu shoved a blanket into Wen Kexing’s arms. “You’re sleeping outside tonight.”

“Huh?!” Caught off guard, Wen Kexing was too slow to react, and the blanket dropped to the ground. “But we only have one blanket!”

“I don’t need one,” Zhou Zishu said. He stood with his back to Wen Kexing, getting ready for bed.

“A-Xu, you’re overreacting!” Wen Kexing said, dumping the blanket back onto their bed.

“Overreacting?” Zhou Zishu echoed sharply, then whirled around to face Wen Kexing again. “Imagine if it was Chengling! Imagine if someone else would help him run away! Would you like that?!”

Wen Kexing was stunned by this reasoning, but then a warm smile spread across his face. Zhou Zishu had walked closer during his reproach, so Wen Kexing wrapped his arms around his waist and closed the distance between their bodies. “A-Xu… it helped, didn’t it? He’s reconciled with his dads and will share his past with us tomorrow. He just needed to feel like he had a choice,” he explained in his sweetest voice.

Zhou Zishu wasn’t buying his crap but also didn’t resist the embrace. Averting his gaze, his voice carried a tinge of softness, no longer as sharp as before. “Don’t pretend like it was calculated.” 

“Believe what you want. I know what’s true.”

Though Zhou Zishu would never admit defeat, he’d always had a weak spot in his heart for Wen Kexing.

He relented, allowing Wen Kexing to sleep in their room after all. Overjoyed, Wen Kexing leaned in for a kiss, but Zhou Zishu skillfully dodged his advance.

“Don’t push it.”

“Fine, fine.” Wen Kexing chuckled lightly, releasing his hold on Zhou Zishu.

At the same time, a fast asleep Zhang Chengling turned over in his bed, oblivious to the commotion that had occurred at night.

As promised, Lan Xiaoli shared what he had discovered in his memories the next morning. While Wei Wuxian felt deeply sorry when he heard of the Murongs’ demise, he was also relieved to know that he and Lan Wangji had, in fact, not kidnapped Lan Xiaoli.

After a moment of sombre silence, they all agreed to help him settle this matter. There was just one condition Lan Wangji insisted on.

“No killing.”

“But–” Lan Xiaoli started, but was interrupted by Lan Wangji.

“No. No killing or no revenge.”

Although everyone agreed it was a good enough reason – they would all, without exception, have killed for their parents – Lan Wangji didn’t want to taint Lan Xiaoli’s moral compass with the burden of murder. Lan Xiaoli had never killed a person and shouldn’t develop a taste for it now. It was time to break this cycle of violence.

“...Fine.”

All things considered, Lan Xiaoli had no choice but to comply. At least he was in charge of the plan as long as he observed Lan Wangji’s restriction. And as long as Murong Zheng got the punishment he deserved, Lan Xiaoli had no reason to object.

The two families wasted no time and embarked on their journey to Linguang, Lan Xiaoli’s original hometown, on the very same day.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #everything annoys me and i'm too hot #eamaith #wei wuxian/lan wangji #wwx/lwj #crossover #word of honor #woh #zhou zishu/wen kexing #zzs/wkx #original characters #adoption #found family

[abbatoirablaze]

All It Takes Is A Baby

Last chapter for this cutesy little mini-series. However, if anyone ever wants drabbles for it, feel free to put it in. I already have one on the way.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: sweet fluffs, some angst, and finishing with more sweet floof.

You were worried. Had been all day so you kept yourself busy by tidying up the house. Chris hadn’t seemed to notice one way or another, but he was kept busy with constant meetings with A Starting Point and working with his manager to see about a few upcoming projects. Honestly, you felt relieved when he was halfway across the house. But it also made your anxiety bubble up, knowing that today was the day. You had to tell him. You were just starting to feel like you were getting into your rhythm, and your anxiety faded away when you started the dishes; your last chore for the day before you started enacting your plan.

But that changed when you felt him wrap his arms around your waist. Your anxiety spiked as Chris kissed your neck, and a shiver went up your spine. You tried to cover your tracks, becoming playful as you attempted to side-eye him, “baby what are you doing?”

“I missed you,” he mumbled against the back of your neck as you continued to wash the dishes. His hands played with the hem of the shirt you were wearing, and he stopped, curiously looking down at it, “is this my shirt?”

You nodded as he thumbed the material, “I feel so small in it…I love wearing your clothes when I’m not going anywhere.”

His breath fanned across the back of your neck as his hands explored your bare thighs. You shivered, goosebumps running down your body.

“I love seeing you in them,” he admitted. His hands slid between the two of you and he playfully grabbed your ass, kneading the fleshy globes. You forgot your anxiety momentarily, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment with him. A contented sigh crossed your lips as his mouth went back to your neck, where he peppered kisses along the juncture of your shoulders and throat, “I love you, baby.”

You giggled, his beard lightly tickling your neck with every syllable. He swept your hair off to one side and he rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands sliding back around your waist.

“I love you too, Chris.”

He smiled, looking up at the window. Hearing you say it sent his mind into a tizzy every single time. He gave a contented sigh as he saw the slightest reflection staring back at him of the two of you together. His heart swelled at the thoughts racing through his mind. He could imagine so many more days like this.

Days where there was more than just himself with you and Dodger.

But he didn’t want to scare you by saying that. Didn’t want to put that thought in your head when he hadn’t even gotten up the courage to propose to you yet. But tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be the day. Tonight he was going to spoil you. Take you out to your favorite taco truck and watch the sunset together. Then in the morning he’d planned it all.

He was going to wake you up with breakfast in bed. He’d planned to have a whole spa team come to the house to pamper you even further after that. Manicures and pedicures. A facial. A massage. And then he was going to take you to the boardwalk. Was going to ride a few rides and take you up on the Ferris wheel. Then at sunset, he’d propose.

And of course, then at home he’d give you a different kind of facial…and a special creampie…and he’d get a very happily ever after.

“What do you say we go out for dinner tonight?”

You finished up with the dishes and shrugged giving him a slight frown, “my stomach’s actually been a little upset the past few days…I was gonna go to the drugstore and pick up a few things and snuggle in for the night with Dodge…and you, if you weren’t busy…”

He returned your frown, suddenly worried that you were sick. His plans lay forgotten as he began to make a list of things to do for you in his own mind. He needed you to be alright. But like a second sense you had turned around in his arms and wrapped your own around his neck. You sighed, seeing his beautiful, oceanic eyes; blue with flecks of green in them, fully of worry.

And you wondered.

Would it be the same?

“Do you want me to go to the store for you?” he asked. You swooned internally at how considerate your boyfriend was. His large hands began rubbing small circles on your hips as he held you, “I don’t mind going if you aren’t feeling up to it…I could even stop by that taco truck that’s down on Ninth that you like and pick up dinner…or I can get chicken soup…your choice.”

You sighed happily at your sweet, loving man, “that would be really nice…that way I can just take a nice shower and slip into another one of your tee shirts.”

Chris’ heart swelled at the thought of you snuggled up in bed, waiting for him to get home while wearing one of his shirts.

“Then it’s settled,” he smiled sweetly. His hands ran up the length of your torso as he tried to soothe you, “I’ll run to the store and pick up dinner. You get under the covers and let our fur baby snuggle you until I get back. Then…it’s my turn! And I’m snuggling you all night until you’re better, that understood, missy?”

“Yes sir!” you saluted playfully. Chris smiled, all too enthusiastic at your reaction as he gave you a quick peck then turned to Dodger.

He got on his hands and knees and held his face between his hands, “I’m going to run some errand for mommy, but you protect her, okay? Keep the bad guys out and I’ll bring you back some treats while I’m out, okay?”

Dodger playfully pawed at his owner’s arm and gave a silly rumble before falling to the floor, asking for belly rubs. Chris nuzzled the dog and obliged him, rubbing his belly quickly. He pressed a kiss to his muzzle and got up, “Good boy Dodger!”

Then he got back up and turned to you, “and you. Stay in and get some rest…okay? I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay, Chris,” you sighed softly, watching as he grabbed his keys and started for the drug store, “I love you!”

“LOVE YOU TOO!”

“Okay, the GPS says that he’s going to be home in any minute, Scott,” you pointed out to his younger brother, “come on! You have to go. I promise I’ll tell you about everything, tomorrow.”

“So, I help you set up and you kick me out?” he scoffed playfully, “I see how it is…”

“So, help me god, if you don’t get out now, Chris will know something is up!”

“Sweetie, I’ll hide in the closet or the bathroom or something. I got dropped off, remember?”

“Scott…I don’t know how Chris is going to react…”

“He’ll be fine.”

“No, Scott. I’m saying I don’t kno-“

“LUCYYY I’M HOME!” Chris called playfully as he came through the front door. Your anxiety spiked and it felt like your heart was in your throat. You heard Dodger running to the door, and you turned towards Chris’ younger brother.

“Shit,” you cursed. Your eyes went wide as you pushed Scott down the hall and towards the bathroom, “go. Hide!”

“Baby?” Your heart raced as Scott closed the door to the bathroom and you were left standing in the center of the kitchen. Chris came in looking slightly confused. He raised his brow as he put the bags on the counter, “I thought you wanted to snuggle up in bed…are you still feeling sick? I got the tacos and chicken soup because I didn’t know which one you’d be feeling. And I got some cold meds and Kleenex too.”

“I lied,” you admitted, unable to hold back the secret from him, “I-I knew that you would offer to go out for me if I needed it…and I did something…don’t be mad at me…please.”

Chris’ breathing ceased momentarily as he stopped unpacking the bags. His anxiety was riding up in the corners of his mind, “W-what did you do baby?”

“What did we do?”

“We?”

Chris’ heart pounded in his chest as he thought the worst. Worry lined his brow as he felt his heart beating so loud that it felt like a kick drum in his chest, “W-who is we?”

But before you could answer, Chris noticed a bottle of champagne chilling on the counter with a glass beside it. And chocolate covered strawberries.

“Baby?”

You felt nervousness rising up from the pit of your stomach. Your eyes went wide at the simple word.

Did he find the test from a few days ago?

“H-how did you find out?”

Chris’ heart shattered. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he stared at you.

Of course it would end up like this.

Why wasn’t he good enough? He felt rage boiling in his stomach as he looked around for any sight of another man.

“Where is he?”

You took a step back at his tone. There was rage dripping off of every single syllable.

“CHRIS!”

Chris’ eyes widened and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw his younger brother running out of the bathroom, his phone in his hand and a goofy paper cone hat on his head that read ‘congratulations.’ Then his brow furrowed in confusion, “wh-what’s going on, baby?”

Scott looked to you, “did I come out too early? Oh my god, did I ruin the surprise?”

“Surprise?” Chris asked, looking between you and his younger brother, “Scott…what are you talking about?”

“I-“ you began, but you immediately cut yourself off as you realized the range of emotions that Chris had just displayed. You looked from Scott to your boyfriend, “what the hell did you think I was talking about, Christopher?”

“I-you…champagne…strawberries,” he stutter stepped, fumbling over his words, “and asking how I found out…I-“

Your eyes widened in surprise as you pieced his words together. You gasped as you leaned back, bracing yourself against the counter, “d-did you think I was cheating on you?”

“WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT’S GOING ON?” Scott yelled nervously looking between the pair.

“Why are you here?” Chris asked his brother.

“I’m going to be an uncle you ass!” he exclaimed proudly, “I came over to help plan her telling you! What did you think was going on?”

Chris’ jaw dropped. His expression went blank momentarily before a look of disbelief crossed his features and he turned back to you. His breath hitched in his throat, and he tried desperately to swallow some air over the announcement that Scott had just made, “a-am I gonna be a daddy, baby?”

“Surprise,” you said meekly throwing him a pitiful look. He took a deep breath in his expression seemed to flood his features. One of contented disbelief, “we uh-we’re gonna have a baby! You’re gonna be a daddy, Chris.”

#chris evans #soft chris evans

[pleasantanathema]

A Little Taste

Pairing: Step-dad Erwin x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Pseudo incest (step-dad/step-daughter), Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Choking (on fingers and hand around throat), Secret Relationship

A/N: This is what Erwin brain rot and a too-long shower leads to. Please heed the warnings.

          Erwin was a commander in every sense, you could feel it in his stride, in the way he held himself, so real and full against the border of his composure. He was golden, muted power, even in the moments of silence you spent together— drinking in his study when you visited home for Christmas break, sitting in the breakfast nook in the early morning light as he read the paper and you perused books without actually reading them.

           Sometimes it made you sick to your stomach that you couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop thinking about your step-dad, but other times it brought you a silent thrill, made your chest burn with excitement, especially when you caught him looking back at you. Brilliant blue eyes were always waiting for your first move. That’s how the game worked. The initiating step had to be made by you; you had to show your willingness, your need for him, then he would take over.

          He was always so calm and in control, someone who changed the atmosphere whenever he drew near. But whenever you moved closer, you could see the softness in his eyes, felt the quietness between his fingers as they wrapped around your throat. He was a gentle lion, shy and soundless before the press of your lips would stir and rouse him into something more dangerous.

          You could still remember the first time you fucked him.

          Alone in his study, your mom hundreds of miles away on an impromptu business trip, and you asked him for a sip of the dark, amber colored liquor that sloshed in his glass. You immodestly draped yourself on his knee, short dress pooling around your hips to expose smooth thighs. He was eager to appease you, full lips curving into a smirk at your boldness.

          His long, thick fingers dipped into the drink, coating them in the expensive whiskey.

           “Have a taste.”

          He slipped his digits into your awaiting mouth, eyes watching your every move as you sucked the burning alcohol from his skin. He pressed down against your tongue, groaned as you swallowed around him and your heated lips slid along his knuckles.

          You thought it would be simple, just a little taste of something you weren’t supposed to have.

          But simplicity wasn’t enough for your selfish step-father.

          He placed his spit-slick fingers between your legs, pulling you deeper into his lap as pushed your panties to the side and curled his fingers inside you.

          “You’ve always been such a good girl,” your hands were sinking into his blonde undercut as you whimpered for him, “you always do exactly as you’re told, don’t you? I raised you that way.”

          He wasn’t wrong. He came into your life your first year of college, sweeping your mother off her feet with his handsome features and the promising wallet of a high-rise CEO. You weren’t beyond the age of raising, however, and Erwin took his time teaching you how to behave for formal dinners, took his time teaching you how to be the perfect little lady with etiquette books and trips to lavish department stores.

          “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. He used to hate when you called him that, said it made you sound childish. But as his other hand wrapped around your throat, keeping your chin tilted toward his face so he could watch you come undone, you could feel his cock hardening at the moniker.

          “You look so pretty like this, darling, take my fingers so well,” he knew you liked the praise, could feel your pulse pounding against his palm at the words.

          “I-I want you…” you mewled when his strong thumb began to circle your wet clit.

          “Want me to do what? Use your words like I taught you.”

          You were rocking in his lap, pressing yourself down his hand as you chased your high. Slick was running down your thighs. The noises were lewd, wet, the sound of fingers plunging into a too-willing cunt.

          “Want you to fuck me, wanna feel you inside me.”

          Your hands were trailing down his chest, fingertips stumbling as you pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt.

          “You can have me if you can take me.”

          You realized what he meant when he leaned back in the leather chair, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock from his slacks. His cock was fat, long, hot blood thumping beneath silken skin and thick veins. It was pretty, weeping with pre-cum and flushed pink at the flared tip. You couldn’t help but to touch him, moaning as the fingers inside of you suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

          It dawned on you that he was just as needy for you as you were him.

          Erwin pulled his hand from between you drenched thighs as you straddled him, bringing his sticky fingers back to your lips. You took them in, tongue lapping at the bittersweet taste of you on your daddy’s fingers.

          “How’s that taste?”

          You closed your eyes as he greedily pressed his fingers down your throat.

          “ ‘s good,” you murmured with your stuffed mouth, lips closing tighter as his cockhead brushed between your slick folds.

          “Keep them in there and keep quiet. Can’t have the whole neighborhood hearing you scream for me.”

          Heat raced to your cheeks at his words and at the burn of his cock pressing into you. Your walls were tight around him, his pumping veins molding to your insides. One of your hands pressed against his exposed chest for balance as he started to thrust, your panties softly cutting into the fat of your thighs as he spread you. You were still slipping down his cock, body unsure if it could take all of his length. But, of course, you were a good girl for him, eventually taking every inch of him in so he could bottom out inside of you.

          You weren’t sure how long you were moaning around his fingers, lingering notes of slick and whiskey painting your tongue. Time was inconsequential as he took you, other hand secured at your hip so he could bounce and move you how he wanted.

          It felt so good to be used by him, to hear him grunting below you, to feel the sheen of sweat building on his chest.

          “So good,” he groaned, “so fucking good for me.”

          His balls were slapping against your tender ass cheeks, his damp slacks sliding against your thighs, the blonde curls at the base of his cock kissing against your swollen clit.

          You wanted to remember this moment forever, wanted it to burn and sear against your thoughts like a polaroid in a dark room.

          “Daddy,” the name was a muffled sound in your mouth, reverberating down his fingers and forearm.

          “Daddy’s gonna cum inside you, darling,” your lashes fluttered open at his confession, and your chest tightened at the sight of his normally perfect hair falling against his forehead, his cheekbones stained pink with lust. He was as undone as you were, his jaw flexing and eyebrows pressed together as he took what he wanted from your body.

          “Please,” you begged, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably with every plunge of his cock spreading your pussy apart, “pleasepleaseplease.”

          He knew what you were pleading for. You wanted to cum with him, didn’t want to be left behind as you both barreled down the path of no return.

          Erwin slowly broke you apart as he swirled his thumb over your clit, a purposeful, brutish pace that matched the cock skimming along your gummy walls. But he was becoming just as unhinged as your cunt sucked him in more and more, your belly clenching as you got pulled closer and closer to ecstasy.

          “Come on, cream on my cock, baby, cum for me, cum for daddy.”

          You almost gagged yourself on his fingers as your head fell forward from the forcefulness of your orgasm. You screamed around his skin, felt his knuckles against your teeth as you held back tears. It all felt too hot, too fast, like he’d stretched you like a rubber band and snapped you back together. Your belly was tensing over and over again, shocks of pleasure racing down to your toes, making your fingers curl against the downy hairs of his chest.

          Erwin came soon after you, holding a growl back in his throat as he buried his seed into your depths. Some part of you hoped that he came just from seeing what he’d done to you. You dreamed that he reached the point of euphoria just from watching you cum, watching you cry and shake for your daddy in his lap, his cock stuffed so deep in your pussy that he could feel your heart beating.

          When he pulled out of you, he quickly pushed your panties back into place, two fingers patting against your abused clit.

          “Don’t lose a drop of my cum, darling. I want to feel it inside you next time I fuck you.”

          That first fuck was just the first move, just the first taste.

          Every time you visited home from college, Erwin found a way to take you. Some nights were quick and hasty, the two of you fighting against time so you wouldn’t be caught. Asking you to help him find something in his car, only to have you back in his lap with his massive hand over your mouth. Following you after you said goodnight, only to press you against the shower wall and have you praying that the heavy sound of water against the tiles covered the sounds of you whimpering for your daddy.

          There was a time he was bold enough to slide his hand up your skirt at a family dinner after you playfully pulled at his pant leg under the table. Your moans bubbled into the wine glass that you nursed, thighs clenching around his wrist.

          Erwin was relentless whenever you released him, whenever you made that first step and teased him, asked him for more cum, touched him when no one was looking.

          Your favorite moments were when you could find him alone, run your hot tongue along the shell of his ear and tell him how good you’ve been for him. How you think of him when you’re away from him, how you imagine that your hands are his when you touch yourself during the witching hours of night. Sometimes he would strip you and lay you naked across his desk so you could show him exactly how you make yourself scream when you’re alone.

          Sometimes he would leave you with things to remember him by. He’d suck a bruise in the shape of his mouth on your breast, leave nail marks along your thighs, smack a scorching handprint into your ass cheek that you’d feel for days on end.

          He once had you filled with shame as he pounded you into the bed he shared with your mother. With his back pressed against yours, his hand back around your throat where it belonged, he whispered promises that couldn’t be kept.

          “I’m yours, darling, just like you’re mine.”

          Your ears burned with the vows as your pussy spread to take him in deeper, harder.

          “I’ll fuck you even after you get married, my little girl will always be mine.”

          Affirmations would tumble out your open mouth, little whines of yes daddy and I’m yours.

          But you knew one day the game would end. Someone would find the pieces, someone would hear you, see you, catch you, but the thrill of it had you cumming even harder whenever daddy decided to play with you.

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Day 125: Accidental Bonding (Part One)

When Harry woke up, his head was pounding and his heart was racing, he thought he might vomit. He staggered over to the floo to firecall in to work.

Robards answered, "Junior Auror Potter, good morning."

"Hello, sir," he said before his stomach heaved and he had to turn away and take a few deep breaths to steady himself. "I need to call in sick, sir. I think I've got a virus."

"What are your symptoms?" he asked curiously.

"Really bad headache, it feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head; elevated pulse; and nausea."

His brow furrowed, "Who was your training partner yesterday?"

"Malfoy, sir," he said, his gut twisting uncomfortably.

"Where did you go?"

"Excuse me-" he broke off and held up a hand, turning away from the fireplace to try to get his bearings as his stomach tried to eject itself through his esophagus. After a moment he turned back, "We were sent to that old antique shop, sir," he said as quickly as he could manage.

"You're going to need to go to St. Mungo's."

"I don't-"

"That's not a request, Potter. Go there now and I'll be sending Junior Auror Malfoy right along."

"But-" Harry started.

"No buts, Malfoy called in with the same symptoms and I'm not taking any chances," and without another word he ended their connection.

With a sigh and one more longing look at his bed, Harry headed to St. Mungos.

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They ended up putting Malfoy in the same room as him since they were there at the Ministry's behest and with the same symptoms. Harry tried not to look at him, imagining that getting irritated would only worsen his ever growing headache. Malfoy must have felt the same because he was less annoying that usual.

Healer Kenner, a stern looking woman who reminded Harry very much of Professor McGonagall, ran diagnostic test after diagnostic test and then finally said, "Well, you're bonded."

"What?" Harry yelped.

Malfoy groaned, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Language, Auror Malfoy," she tsked.

"Apologies."

With a short nod, she continued, "The good news is that most of your discomfort can be alleviate by simple physical contact."

"And the bad news?" Harry asked wryly.

"There's nothing we can do to break the bond."

"What?" Malfoy spat.

"Surely, there's something-" Harry started.

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. But it's not permanent," Healer Kenner added. "It'll only last a month."

"A month?!" Harry asked incredulously.

"Well it's certainly better than forever," Malfoy snarked, rubbing his hands over his face.

Harry wondered if Malfoy's head hurt as much as his did. He certainly hoped so.

But before he could say anything, Healer Kenner raised her wand and cast a spell the dragged their beds across the floor to the other. "Hold hands," she instructed.

He crossed his arms over his chest and Malfoy let out a pitiful groan.

"The sooner you do it, the sooner you'll start to feel better," she chided. "Just be glad that this particular bond only wants prolonged physical contact."

Harry shuddered, he'd heard the stories about some of the more archaic bonds.

"Oh, for Circe's sake," Malfoy grumbled as he reached across the space between them and clasped Harry's forearm in his hand.

A sense of relief hit immediately, Harry groaned as a weight lifted off his chest and the headache started receding.

"It will be faster if you both actively participate."

At this point, as the waves of relief were rolling through him, Harry was willing to do anything. He flipped over his hand, offering it to Malfoy.

The other man slid his hand down Harry's arm, as though he was afraid to break contact with him, and clasped Harry's hand in his.

She was right, his world seemed to right itself as they sat there holding hands and he let his head drop back against the bed as he took full, deep breaths for what felt like the first time in ages.

"How long do we have before it starts to feel like that again?" Malfoy asked, which Harry could admit was a good question.

She hummed, "I'd say two hours maximum before the discomfort starts affecting the way you function." After a short pause, Healer Kenner added, "You're going to probably want to spend nights together."

"Can't we just see each other in the morning?" Malfoy asked.

And Harry couldn't help but agree, "This wasn't that bad," he added. "And now that we know-"

She shook her head, "Now that your bodies are acknowledging the bond, the effects will set in quicker."

"Great," Harry grumbled. "Just bloody fantastic."

This day just kept going from bad to worse. He had no idea how he was going to tell everyone that he had an accidental bonding with Draco sodding Malfoy.

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They argued about whose house to stay in overnight and finally decided to flip a coin for it. Draco won.

And that was how Harry found himself standing with a duffel bag outside of a surprisingly cute little house, knocking and waiting to be let in.

"Potter," Malfoy greeted as he opened the door to let him in.

And Harry wondered if he was feeling the bond tugging at his skin, too, if the bond was making his gut clench and making him feel irritable and like there was something crawling under his skin. "Can I-?" he started through gritted teeth, reaching a hand toward Malfoy but stopping a few inches away.

Malfoy nodded and closed the distance between them.

The moment he touched the other man his body sagged with relief, swaying back against the doorway.

After a moment, Malfoy released his hand and gestured toward the rest of his house, "Come in," he said. "It's nothing fancy," Malfoy said, "But it's home and it's not something that my family owned."

Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of that statement, so he just focused on looking around the house as Malfoy gave him the tour. Malfoy was right, it wasn't anything fancy but it was surprisingly cozy. It was nothing like Harry had expected; he'd imagined black leather and green decor, dark and broody. But the house was the opposite, the closest anything got to Slytherin green was the sea form green accents in the bathroom. "You have a nice house," Harry said.

"You needn't sound surprised," Malfoy said with a sniff, "I have excellent taste," he added as he opened the door to the bedroom.

The bedroom had pale blue walls and cream bedding, the dresser and wardrobe were both a dark wood that Harry couldn't identify. All in all, it was a nice room, very relaxing.

"You can use this drawer," Malfoy said, flicking his wand at the second drawer to open it, "And I cleared a space for you in the closet."

"Err, thanks," Harry said.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't mention it. I know it's hard for you to believe but I can actually be considerate when the mood strikes."

Before Harry could reply, Malfoy left the room, calling over his shoulder, "I'm making salmon and rice for dinner. If you don't like it you can make something for yourself."

This wasn't quite what he'd expected, Malfoy wasn't quite what he expected, he thought as he put his clothes away. Maybe Malfoy wasn't who Harry thought he was.

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Nope. Malfoy was precisely who Harry thought he was. The two of them had spent the entire night arguing about literally everything: about using coasters (when they were wizards and removing water stains was no big deal), about which clothes Harry should have hung or left folded, about the proper way to do the dishes, about their friends and the kind of people they were, and dozens of other things that made Harry want to tear his hair out.

They were still bickering when they went to bed because Malfoy had the nerve to critique the way Harry brushed his teeth and to demand that Harry wash his face before he get into bed.

"I'm not letting the oil in your skin damage my pillowcases!"

"My skin doesn't damage pillowcases," Harry snapped. "I have pillowcases too, you know, and none of them have oil stains."

"Potter wash your fucking face or I am covering your pillow with a paper bag," Malfoy threatened. "It's not a fucking hard request. It will take you literally two minutes."

"Fine!" Harry shouted, throwing his hands in the air and returning to the bathroom.

When he came out, Malfoy was already on the left side of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, reading a book. "Was that so hard?" he drawled.

"Oh fuck off," Harry grumbled as took off his glasses and he threw himself down on the right side of the bed, punching a pillow for the sheer pleasure of punching something.

"You're such a bloody neanderthal," Malfoy grumbled without looking up at Harry.

"Shut up!" Harry finally erupted. "For Merlin's sake just shut up and I will, too."

Malfoy glanced over at him, looking unperturbed which honestly made Harry even more frustrated.

"It's going to take me ages to fall asleep because I'm so fucking irritated."

After a moment, Malfoy reached over and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's the bond," he said quietly. "We're not touching often enough and it's making us lash out."

"I don't think we need any help in that department," Harry grumbled but he could admit that he was feeling better already.

Malfoy chuckled, "You're right about that, I suppose."

He shook his head and reached up to cover Malfoy's hand with his own and expedite the process. "This does help though," he said with a yawn.

The other man hummed, "I think we should agree now that whenever either of us wakes up over night that we'll reach out and touch the other so we can get as much sleep as possible."

Through a yawn Harry murmured, "Sounds reasonable." He closed his eyes, surprised at how tired he was feeling all of the sudden. "Merlin, I'm knackered."

"Do you mind if I leave the light on to read for a while?" Malfoy asked.

He opened one eye to look at Malfoy's blurry face, "That's nice of you to ask," he said. "I don't mind."

"Are you certain?"

He nodded. "Night."

"Good night," Malfoy replied, going back to his book but leaving his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry drifted off, asleep in minutes.

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When Harry woke up again, the sun was peaking in through the curtains and he felt fantastic. He blinked open his eyes and realized that at some point during the night he and Malfoy had shifted, drifting until Harry's front was pressed tight against Malfoy's back, his body curled around the other man's.

He really ought to move.

But he was just so comfortable and his body was warm and loose and he just couldn't bring himself to move away.

It wasn't long before Malfoy started to shift, waking up slowly and Harry panicked. He did the only thing that he could think of and feigned sleep.

Malfoy arched and stretched, pressing his body back against Harry's for a long, delicious moment before he jumped, seeming to realize what he was doing. Then he held very still like he was waiting for something and Harry wondered if he was waiting for him to say something. When Harry didn't move and continued pretending to sleep Malfoy carefully withdrew himself and climbed out of bed to head to the loo.

Harry laid there for a long moment, missing the warmth of the other man's body, missing the way they'd seemed to fit together already.

Just the bond, he assured himself. This was all just the bond.

Right?

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Ahhh friends, I'm sorry. I hate to leave you like this but this one's going to need a part two. This girl is exhausted and this fic(let) is taking way longer than anticipated to write. I'll get part two written and posted tomorrow. <3 Lots of love, C

Part 2

Day 124: Joke | Day 126: Arranged Marriage

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #Accidental Bonding Part 1 #sorry friends #I'll get the second part up tomorrow #drarry #aurors #auror harry #auror draco malfoy #enemies to friends #friends to lovers #check back for part 2 tomorrow

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Secrets (Two) || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: after your conversation on the phone, bucky returns home with sam and natasha to find that you’ve been kidnapped. everyone begins to discover that the super soldier has been lying to them for far too long.

a/n: second chapter! once again the first few chapters are pure angst, but you can find fluff on my masterlist below! reblogs/replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst, mentions of kidnapping, swearing, description of violence (the fight scene from ca:tws)

Prologue One

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“What do you mean your wife?” Sam asked, following Bucky into the hallway.

When Bucky didn’t stop walking to answer his question, Sam’s hand landed on his shoulder, forcing him around to face him.

“Buck, man, what’s going on?” He asked. “You’re married?”

Bucky snatched Sam’s hand in his, yanking it off of his shoulder. “Yes, I’m married and no, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell anyone. Can I go now?”

Sam stared at the man in front of him. Although he had apparently not known him well enough to know that he was married, he had known him long enough to recognize that underneath his tough exterior he was scared.

There were very few times that Bucky Barnes was genuinely scared and the fact that Sam could see the feeling etched on his friend’s face now, terrified him.

“Buck, whatever it is- let me help you.” Sam said.

Usually Bucky would have handled it himself. He had been handling his problems- his secrets- for years in his own, but as he thought about you and possibly even your children in danger because of him, he knew he would have to take all the help that he could get- not for his- but for your sake.

-

As soon as Sam stopped the car outside of Bucky and yours shared home, Bucky swung open the door of the vehicle, pulling a gun out of the holster at his side with Sam quickly following behind. With no sign of any unknown vehicle in the driveway, Bucky swung open the front door of your home.

“Y/n?” He called. “Rebecca? Grant?”

When he heard no reply, he felt his heart drop into his stomach and his hands begin to tremble. You had to be there. His family had to be there- safe and sound. If you weren’t... if something had happened to you all because of him... he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Remembering what he had told you on the phone, he jogged towards the basement door, pulling it open and rushed down the stairs, Sam close behind on his heels.

As soon as he saw the rug on the basement floor he threw it to the side, swinging open the hatch he had hidden in the ground.

Being met with his children’s faces staring back at him, he breathed a sigh of relief, slipping the gun back into the holster. He reached out his arms, pulling his daughter from his son’s grasp into his own and reached out his hand to pull his son to his feet on the ground above the crawlspace.

“Oh my God.” He heard Sam say from beside him. “You have kids? What.. what haven’t you been telling us?”

He felt guilty as he stood there, both of his children in his arms. Sam was his best friend since Steve’s passing and had done more for him than anyone else possibly would. He felt guilty standing there, knowing that he had not only been keeping secrets from him, but from you too. He had been burying the truth from everyone for so long and he felt idiotic for not realizing that it would eventually come to the surface.

Before he could say anything however, Sam softened, kneeling before the boy stood at Bucky’s side.

“Hey buddy.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m-”

“You’re Captain America!” Your son exclaimed, pulling his tumb out of his mouth- a habit you and your husband had tried to break him out of years ago, but that he still slipped back into when he was nervous.

A smile stretched across Sam’s face at the fact that the child had recognized him. Pushing himself up and onto his feet once again, he pointed at your son.

“I like this one.” He said to Bucky.

Without an answer, Bucky handed his daughter over to Sam who took the young girl in his arms. Your husband kneeled in front of your son now, placing his hands on either of his shoulders.

“Grant,” He said. “Where’s your mom?”

He felt awful as he watched the young boy slip his thumb into this mouth once again, just now noticing his tear-stained cheeks.

“I- I don’t know.” He told his father. “There was yelling and- and-”

“And what, bud? What happened?” Bucky asked desperately, feeling his heart race in his chest, praying that nothing had happened to you.

“I- I think they took mom.” He said finally.

As soon as he had heard the confirmation from his own son’s mouth, he stood up and began pacing the room before rushing up the stairs, Sam calling after him as he did so. When he reached the top of the staircase he couldn’t help but tug at his own hair, pacing back and forth, thoughts of you running through his mind.

You were taken because of him. It was all his fault. He was the one they wanted- not you, but you got caught in the crossfire because you cared about him- because he didn’t tell you the truth. These people came in here looking for him and they took you. You didn’t deserve to suffer because of his past or because of his mistakes. He couldn’t bare the thought of you spending a minute with people who would do anything to get back at him.

“Barnes?”

Being pulled out of his own head he turned and saw Natasha Romanoff standing in the doorway.

“What- what are you doing here?” He asked, suddenly aware of how fast his heart was beating- so much so he could barely take a breath to speak.

“Wilson texted me when you guys left the Compound.” She said.

Just as she mentioned him, Bucky heard Sam come up from the basement, both of his children in tow.

Natasha glanced between Bucky and the two children attached to Sam’s hip.

“What-” She began. “Wilson said you were married, but...”

Too consumed in his own mess, Bucky didn’t even bother explaining the situation to the woman standing in the doorway, instead just continuously tugging at his hair, willing himself not to fall apart.

Watching the scene unfold, Sam was the first to speak.

“Alright.” He said, turning to Natasha. “Why don’t we take these kids back to the Compound. They’ll be safe there.”

Although he said nothing, knowing that his children weren’t safe in his own home because of him made Bucky sick. He moved over to the couch, falling back onto it.

“Okay.” Natasha nodded seriously at Sam before turning her attention to the young girl in his arms, smiling. “Hi hon. Why don’t you come with Auntie Nat?”

Natasha reached out her arms for the young girl and she immediately fell into them, grasping at the woman’s shirt and laying her head against her shoulder.

“I think she likes me better.” Nat joked to Sam who rolled his eyes in return.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam.” Bucky finally spoke up from his seat on the couch, hand over his eyes. “She likes her mom better... everyone likes her better.”

The two Avengers gave each other a look, silently communicating their concern for the super soldier in the other room. Although he had been known as the grump for a good expanse of time, they had never seen him so miserable or so lost in despair- even after spending eighty years as a brainwashed assassin.

“What’s your name?” Natasha asked the young girl, taking her tiny hand in hers.

“Becca.” She replied.

“It’s Rebecca.” Your son corrected her. “I’m Grant.”

She smiled patting the boy’s head. “Hi Grant. I’m Nat.”

“Grant?” Sam asked, glancing at Bucky. “Isn’t that Steve’s middle name?”

Hands still over his eyes, Bucky replied. “Yeah.”

A silence hung in the room for a brief moment.

“I um... I’m going to get these kids to the Compound, alright?” Nat said, guiding the children out the door. “I’ll be back soon.”

When Nat left the house, shutting the door behind her, Bucky sprung up from the couch. The only thing holding him back from rushing out the door was Sam stepping in front of him, laying his hands on his chest.

“Woah man- slow down.” Sam said.

“I have to go get my wife, Sam.” Bucky nearly shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Somebody took her! I have to get her.”

Sam felt his heart break in his chest to see his best friend so distraught in front of him. He understood- of course he understood. If anything like this had happened to his own family, he couldn’t say that he wouldn’t be doing the same thing, but Sam understood that despite Bucky’s feelings, nothing would get done without a clear mind.

“I understand that, Buck.” Sam said. “But you can’t help her if-”

“Somebody took her because of me, Sam!” He shouted. “This is all my fault! Don’t you see that?”

“Buck,” Sam attempted to ease him. “I know that, but she knew what she was getting into when she married you, man.”

At the sound of his words, Bucky allowed his hands to fall to his sides, the anger falling from his face as he looked down at the ground, ashamed.

Watching how quickly the rough exterior and fury had been drained from the man, Sam grew worried, backing up from Bucky.

“I mean- she knew, right?”

Silence.

“Buck...” Sam said slowly. “She knew... right?”

Silence.

“Bucky!” Sam shouted.

“I didn’t tell her!” Bucky finally shouted, shoving Sam away from him. “Are you happy? I didn’t fucking tell her about any of it!”

“Shit, Buck!” Sam shouted. “You lied to her! You lied to your own wife!”

“You don't think I know that?” Bucky continued to yell.

“Fuck!” Sam exclaimed. “How could you lie to your own wife about all of this!”

“I thought I was protecting to her!” Bucky replied.

“Yeah? Well look what you did!”

Bucky knew he was right. He knew this was partly his fault keeping this all a lie from you. It was wrong even before you had been kidnapped, but Sam pointing out the situation to him only reminded him further of how much he had completely and utterly fucked up.

Sam watched as the anger drained from Bucky’s face once again and he felt that he had gone too far. He was no doubt furious that Bucky had kept his life a lie not only from his team, but from his own family- hurting innocent people such as you along the way without even realizing it- but he understood that making Bucky feel like shit about it wasn’t the way to handle the situation.

“Buck-”

“Forget it, Sam.” Bucky said. “You’re right. You don’t have to apologize. This is my fault.”

“That doesn't matter now.” Sam said. “What matters is getting her back. We’re going to get her back.”

“You don’t have to do this for me, Sam-”

“I’m not doing this for you.” Sam sighed, shaking his head at who he thought was his best friend. “I’m doing this for her.”

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When you woke up again, you were overwhelmed with the feeling of your right temple throbbing. Opening your eyes you took in the dingy, wide room surrounding you. Attempting to move, you felt the rope tying your hands and ankle to the chair you were sitting in, burning your skin as you struggled in its grasp.

“Hello?” You called, your voice echoing throughout the wide room. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Barnes.”

At the sound of the familiar voice you leaned back in your chair, just now noticing the balconies hanging over the room, your eyes catching the figure standing above you on one of them.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“Old S.H.I.E.L.D operations camp.” The man told you as he climbed down a flight of stairs from the balcony to the floor your chair was sat on.

“S.H.I.E.L.D?” You asked. “What does that have to do with me? What does any of this have to do with me?”

“You know, Mrs. Barnes,” He said, strolling up to you, hands behind his back. “I feel sorry for you... really... I do. I pity you for living in the lie your husband has held you in for so long... it’s sad really. However, you should consider yourself lucky to not know your husband. The rest of us aren’t so lucky.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

You were exhausted, cold, scared out of your mind and you were tired of not understanding a single word this man said.

“What does this have to do with my husband?” You asked, the memories of the conversation you had in your home flooding back into your mind. “Who’s the winter soldier?”

As you asked the question, the man finally moved his hands from around his back, a tablet in hand.

“As I’ve explained to you, Mrs. Barnes,” The man said, pulling up the tablet in front of him. “Your husband is the winter soldier. Your husband is James Buchanan Barnes, correct?”

“Yes,” You replied. “But I don’t see-”

Cutting you off, the man in front of you pulled the tablet up and began reading off of it.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes born March 10th, 1917-”

“1917?” You repeated. “That’s ridiculous-”

Without answering, the man continued.

“Known associate of Steven G. Rogers AKA the former Captain America.”

“You have to be joking.” You said. “1917? Friends with Captain America? You have the wrong-”

Rather than arguing you, the man held the tablet in front of you.

Just as you were about to scoff and once again inform the man of how ridiculous this situation was and that there was no possible way your husband could be the man he was looking for, you looked at the screen and saw a photograph of a man that was unmistakably your husband besides none other than Steve Rogers...  a photograph from 1942.

Glancing at the man in front of you back to the photo, you began to feel the pace of your heart quicken in your chest. Why did he look like your husband? Why is this man who you immediately recognized as Bucky in a photograph with Captain America from over 80 years ago?

“That can’t be him.” You said. “It- it can’t.”

Swiping the screen, the man displayed another photo for you- one of who you were sure was your husband beside not only Steve Rogers but the entire lineup of Avengers.

Watching the realization click in your brain, the man continued to swipe, photos upon photos of the man who you thought was your husband dated from the 40′s to just months ago.

“How... how did you get these?” You asked the man, feeling sick to your stomach, slowly coming to the realization that your husband had been lying to you all this time.

“There are many out there who are not your husband’s friend.” The man said.

“O- okay, why?” You asked, trying your hardest to come up with words when your brain became flooded with thoughts and memories- trying to comprehend how you didn’t know or why your husband wouldn’t tell you even after all this time who he really was. “Because he’s an Avenger?-”

“Because he’s a murderer.”

Before you could even comprehend his words, he shoved the tablet in your face once again, clicking play on a video displayed on the screen. You watched as a man with long hair, a metal arm and a mask over his face emerged from behind a vehicle, a gun in tow. The man pulled a grenade out from his waistband, throwing it underneath a car and you jumped as you watched the car explode on screen, seconds later a woman pouncing onto the soldier, trying her hardest to take the man out before being thrown off. When the soldier picked up the gun once again, you recognized the woman as none other than Black Widow, throwing some sort of device at the soldier, watching as his arm sparked and she quickly ran away.

You watched as she shouted for the civilians to get out of the way and you felt your heart race in your chest as you watched people escape from their cars, terrified of the soldier going after the Black Widow. Seconds later you watched as she felt to the ground, a bullet piercing her shoulder. You felt like squeezing your eyes shut, but you knew the man beside you would never allow you to do so.

Just as the soldier was about to take his final shot against the Avenger, Steve Rogers and his shield ran into view, going against the man with the metal arm, the bang of his metal fist colliding with the shield ringing in your ears. The fight didn’t end there as the soldier continued shooting at the former Captain America before they collided, each trying to take the other out- Steve Rogers with his fist and shield and the soldier with his knife.

Just as you were beginning to feel sick, wondering why the man was showing you the video you watched as Steve Rogers flipped the man over, and when he emerged, the mask had fallen from the soldier’s face.

Meeting each other face to face, you finally caught who the soldier was.

It was almost as if they were reading your mind when you heard his name.

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

You couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes angst

[milkbaer]

heyyy there!! could you maybe do a fic with nikolai where the reader is a heartrender and they’ve been happily married and filling Ravka together for a while now, and she finds out that she’s pregnant and tells him, please?

Summary: Y/N feels a little different and Nikolai is over dramatic.

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x heartened fem!Reader

Warning: not edited

Wordcount: 1.4k

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. If you’re still around anon, I hope you enjoy it. 😊

Becoming queen had never been a dream of you. As a little girl you deemed of the fairytale prince to sweep you off your feet, and ride with you on his white steed into dawn. But if someone would’ve told you that you’d marry a blonde fairytale prince and become queen, you wouldn’t have believed them.

And yet it was true.

Ruling Ravka side by side with Nikolai wasn’t easy. You had experience in making hearts race but not ruling. Ravka wasn’t easy, enemies flanked you left and right. And a Grisha tsarina, sitting on the throne, wasn’t necessarily what Ravkans wished to see. However, over the years you managed to win their hearts. Not of everyone, but people knew and loved you for your charity. They loved that their new rulers didn’t shy away of responsibilities and problems. Simply they loved that they could see their tsar and tsarina, not like the previous ones who liked to hide behind walls of gold and parties, not caring what their people had to endure.

When your popularity grew Nikolai simply murmured into your ear: “See? I told you you’d win their hearts the way you won mine.”

The days in Ravka couldn’t be better. You woke up with the love of your life by your side, golden locks tousled, and his cheeky grin exchanged with sleepy loving murmurs. For once you hadn’t to fear enemies attacking your home and so far, there was no drought or famine either. Life in Ravka wasn’t perfect but it was great. Your life couldn’t be better. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that it was all real and not something your mind has spun out of a fairytale.

However, the past few days you felt something off. It was as if you could feel an echo of your heart, ringing through your body. Deep inside there was a second heart, you felt it. But you weren’t sure. It all could be something different. Your heart playing tricks on you. Or maybe it wasn’t even yours?

Maybe you felt something from the outside.

But no, you were sure that this fast, shallow beat came from you.

Your first thought was a baby. After all the first years of your marriage the only thing missing was an heir to the throne to round it all up. Your period missing would be one indicator, but you knew that you couldn’t simply rely on that. The queen’s cycle wasn’t known for its reliability.

How perfect would a little Nikolai be?

In the mornings when you woke up beside him, combing his hair with your fingers and watching him doze you imagined his reaction. How happy he’d be to hear that a new sobachka would’be coming. For days you dreamed of his reaction. Yet you weren’t really sure if your assumptions were true.

As discrete as it was possible for a queen you went to see the best healer in the Little Palace. If you a heartrender could feel it, she as a healer would know for sure, right?

“I’ve been feeling this second heartbeat,” you told her, eyeing her reaction. For some reason sitting in front of a trained and much experienced healer made you insecure. Not insecure of your body or position. But maybe it wasn’t a second heartbeat, maybe it wasn’t your and it was all just your imagination. The strong wish of bearing a child.

She nodded listening to your words, examining your body with her eyes. “I’m not sure what it is but I was thinking … maybe it’s pregnancy?”

The healer nodded again. Brows furrowed she stared intensely at your belly, as if she could see right through it with her eyes. “May I?” She asked and when you nodded, she laid her cold hands on your abdomen.

“Any sign of blood?”

“No,” you said, hesitating. “But it’s seldom steady.”

She nodded yet again, hands roaming over your skin. There wasn’t much to see or feel yet, your stomach looked pretty much the same. Her face scared you, filling your head with doubts. She looked so concentrated and harsh, with no hint of a smile or any other sign of positivity. It made you think there was something wrong.

She looked up at you. “Moi tsarina, you were right. I can feel something too,” she said and then she merely hinted a smile for the first time. “There’s a tiny heartbeat. But we should do some further examinations, only to be sure.”

Now it was your time to nod. You simply led her do whatever she believed was needed to be done. After a while she returned with a smile on her face. A real smile, the first you’ve seen on her this hour. Smiling she simply said: “Congratulations, Your Highness.”

. . .

Sitting on your bed you watched sun and moon slowly change places. The only thought occupying your mind was how you were going to tell Nikolai and imagine his reaction. You were thrilled to tell him but hadn’t seen him since breakfast. Today had been more packed and eventful for him than you thought. You just hoped that he’d get some sleep and work through the night.

As the sun finally said its goodbyes your love busted through the door. Concern was painted all over his face as rushed over you, letting the door hit the wall. You jumped at his bursting energy, but it also confused you. With wide, quick strides Nikolai was by your side, kneeling before of you, taking your hands in his. “Are you alright darling? They said you were at the healer, for almost an hour.”

His hands were quick, faster than his tongue. You couldn’t return anything before his hands rushed to your face to feel your temperature. His movements were hectic, almost slapping your face. “I’m sorry. I was so busy, I didn’t even notice – I couldn’t take care of you.” But Nikolai slumped down when he found no sign of fewer. “You’re sick and I’m fighting with Dukes over potatoes and kvas.”

“Nikolai,” you said, hoping to stop him but when he found no fewer his hand roamed further, looking for any other sign of sickness.

“I’m sorry for not being there enough for you,” he apologized, pressing different spots on your arms, hands and your neck. But he couldn’t find anything. Nikolai was desperate to find anything. However, he was so worried that he didn’t even let you speak. The young kind was too occupied to play physician and finding nothing.

At one point you had enough and used your hands to slow his heartbeat down. You rarely used your heartender abilities on him, only if he asked you to do so. It didn’t seem fair otherwise. But right now, he didn’t leave you any choice. “Love, please calm down.”

Influenced by your powers he let out a deep, rather relaxed breath and looked into your eyes. You cupped his cheeks and were tempted to kiss the tip of his nose, his brows, lips or any other part of his face. But you doubted he would listen to you when you kissed him first.

“Nikolai, I’ve to tell you something,” you said and contemplated about the way you’d do it. Simply proclaiming that you were pregnant seemed a bit boring to you. “You’re no longer my sobachka.”

Confused the blonde king furrowed his brows. Were you breaking off with him? Did you want a divorce? “Are you saying?” He didn’t know what you were saying. “I am not sure if our bond can be broken.”

“What? No!” You said in protest. Breaking off with Nikolai was the least thing you wanted. “I said that because there will be another sobachka.”

“Another?” Why did he look offended now? You really had hoped that he would get it, especially with the visit at the healer. Maybe you had slowed down his heart too much.

“Nikolai,” you sighed, defeated. Gently you caressed his cheeks and pecked his lips, you couldn’t resist anymore. He was so clueless; a kiss couldn’t do any more harm. “I’m pregnant.”

You could see how joy lit up his face. “Do you mean we will be?” He asked, overly excited, more than you had expected. Soon it was him who cupped yourface and kissed you senseless, covering your face in sweet kisses. “Are you serious?”

His joy was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh with joy. You nodded. Nikolai kissed you again. But this time he captured your lips in a long, giddy kiss, where you could feel his grin against your lips. And after that he kissed you again, and again.

#Nikolai lantsov x Reader #nikolai lantsov x you #grishaverse #shadow and bone #siege and storm #ruin and rising #sab imagine #grishaverse scenario #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #shadow and bone fanfic

[canadadrye]

honestly any kind of chase davenport fic is good maybe even a little jealousy involved

DO I WANNA KNOW?

chase davenport x GN!reader

request: yep!

note: inspired by the arctic monkeys song

warnings: cat's language, arguing, implied that reader has anxiety

word count: 1.1k

recently things in your life had been going downhill, and fast. family members getting sick, pets dying, you name it. all of this stress had caused you to become a lot more dependent on your best friend, leo, than normal. however, a certain other man in your life wasn't too happy about that. it was no secret that chase davenport had romantic feelings for you; in fact, you seemed to be the only person unaware of it. now this really irked him, all he wanted was to be able to call you his and that was the one thing he couldn't do. ever since you'd been seen clinging onto leo every time you had the chance, chase started growing distant and you really couldn't understand why. it was really bumming you out since you considered him to be your second closest friend, only being beat by leo by a close margin.

you arrived at school at your normal time, and for the first half of the day you were completely silent; not speaking, or looking, at a single person. when lunch time came you headed to the cafeteria, sitting in your normal spot between chase and leo. but this time, chase got up and asked bree to switch spots with him. for you, this was the final straw. he'd been such an ass to you recently and it really wasn't helping the already trashy mental state you were in. you leaned over to leo and whispered in his ear, "do you have any idea what his deal is? he's been acting super weird recently and i'm worried" you made sure to be quiet enough that no one other than him could hear you, you weren't looking to start anything. in fact, that was the last thing you wanted to do at this point. "honestly, i have no clue man. everyone's noticed but we're too scared to ask" he shook his head and went back to eating. you didn't bother responding, you wanted to save the already very little amount of energy you had. you went through the rest of the day barely being able to focus on your work, all you could think about was chase. you cared about him so much and seeing him act this way hurt far beyond what it should.

after a very long day, you went home to drop your backpack off in your room. ignoring your family, not ever bothering to look their way. you didn't want them to see you in such a pathetic state. putting in your earbuds and turning the volume up all the way, you texted leo letting him know you were on the way to the davenport residence. the trip there was relatively short but it felt like hours. tears pricked your eyes as you reflected on the recent weeks. watching one of your best friends drift away was horrifying, and all you could do was think about what you did wrong. "was i a horrible friend? did i put him through the same pain i'm going through?". those were just some of the questions racing through your mind. your breathing started to pick up pace as you entered through the doors of the mansion. you quickly found leo and engulfed him in a tight, desperate hug. he wiped the tears away from your face and encouraged you to go talk to chase. "shh, it's okay. whatever happens we'll conquer it together!" you gave him one final hug and headed down to the lab.

the elevator ride down was absolutely gut wrenching. your heart sunk into your stomach and you were shaking more than you ever have. the doors open and you stepped out, meeting the hazel eyes of the man causing your racing heartbeat. "hey, chase... we need to um- talk" you fidgeted with your hands, not able to look at his face. "what is there to talk about? i don't think anything needs to be said" his words were harsh, piercing through your chest in a way that you'd never really felt before. you fought back tears and tried to continue the conversation, "i'm worried about you, really... you've been, how do i say this- uhm distant? recently... i guess" you started rubbing at the ends of your sleeves, something that you'd been known to when thrown into situations like this. "i don't know what you mean" he sarcastically threw out, working on something you couldn't quite see. "listen i really- i just want to know what's wrong" you felt defeated, you weren't sure why, but you did. "what's wrong? you want to know whats wrong? well i'll tell you what's wrong, i've loved you for MONTHS, i've put in so much TIME and EFFORT trying to get you to notice me-" he felt himself getting worked up, he truthfully couldn't believe he was saying these things out loud "-and all i get in return is seeing you latch onto my GODDAMN STEP-BROTHER of all people! i don't understand why you don't just get with him at this point- it's so obvious you like him!" he ran his hand through his hair, hoping to calm himself down. you were left speechless, it had never even crossed your mind that he might like you. you'd never thought of him in that way, simply because you didn't think it was possible for him to feel any way other than platonically for you. you didn't say anything, you couldn't even if you wanted to. words refused to escape your mouth, you felt tears rush down your face and you didn't try to fight it because you knew couldn't. "i don't even WANT to know what you're thinking about saying, i think it's best if you just lea-" he was about to finish his sentence when he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist. he was thrown off, his mind scrambling to find any conclusion he could come to. everything made sense to you, why everything he did made such an imprint on you. why his words hurt you so much more than they would if they came from anyone else. you sobbed into his chest, you couldn't hold anything back anymore. it felt like a train of emotions just hit you, like a wave swallowing you whole. he pulled away from the hug, confused but no longer angry. "chase i-" you hiccuped "everything makes so much sense now i... i feel the same" you mustered up a weak smile, looking up towards him. he didn't say anything, he just cupped your cheek in his hand and placed a small kiss on your forehead before he pulled you into a deep hug. that night you stayed at the davenports, not wanting to leave chase's side.

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[bloodycassian]

Rhys x reader - reader is a winter court runaway who the bat boys find almost freezing to death. longer! - I'm also interested in writing for the crescent city universe if that's something you guys would like. absolutely no Ruhn x Bryce though. It made me uncomfy reading it!! what did yall think about the weird (IMO) tension between Ruhn and Bryce?

Cold seeping into your bones, the dark figures looming above didnt comfort you into the sweet embrace of sleep that you wanted. Sleep or otherwise would be welcome at this point. You could no longer feel your body, besides the painful shuddering your core would occasionally give.  "No-" You heard a deep voice snarl. Then there was ripping, and rustling among the dead leaves on the ground. The sickly sweet smell of their decay made you grimace further.  "We have no time Rhys. We need to go now." A gravelly voice said calmly.  "I cant-" There was gasping and suddenly you were being lifted, warmth caressing under your knees and around your back. You sighed into the relief the welcome heat brought.  Rhysand's legs quivered as he watched his brother pick you up. His eyes brimmed with shock and tears. His mate. How could the cauldron be so brutal? To make a Winter Court noble his mate. To make such a politically powerful family's heiress his. His partner. His everything. A threat to Kallis' throne was his person. His tether that now speared him to the spot Cassian held him in. His heart yearned, wide and open and firey with rage. He had no doubt Kallis himself had a part in this. Azriel's shadows were warm against your skin.It contradicted every rumor you'd ever heard about the spymaster killing in a cold beautiful way. Your lips chattered as you tried to form words. "Who-" You attempted, but were shushed by the male carrying you.  The last thing you remembered before passing out was the bite of wind and a sound of branches breaking under someone's heavy footfall.  + Rhysand wallowed. He didnt care if he looked like a simpering love sick teenager.. But his brothers were concerned. He hadn't eaten or seen you since he had felt that bond snap into place. His chest constricted at the very thought of you. He flew, in the dead of night. Once he had made sure you were alive and stable he just left, flying and flying without a purpose or a place in mind. He didnt doubt that Azriel knew about it.  The one time he landed, on a high peak overlooking the cool city of Winter Court...he did not get up again. He let the cold winds beat him, until he could no longer feel his toes, his feet. He sat until the overcast skies began darkening. Contemplating if he could kill Kallis himself or wait for you to decide what to do with him. His teeth yearned to tear out his throat himself.  Kallis was the only foreseeable reason Rhys could think of that would have explained why his mate had almost died at the hands of this merciless barren land. There was no way the noble family had just let you run off and... Rhysand shuddered - the thought of the family even being alive hitting home. Azriel hadn't found anything but a bloody trail that night.  His heart raced. A sudden feeling of anxiety loomed over him. He shot into the sky as fast as his stiff body and cold wings let him. Your hand was still wrapped in bandages, and you were sure your hair was a mess as the two wraiths doted on you. They had said nothing, even when you had pleaded with them. They had merely stopped and gotten the healer. She was insisting on using her magic on your neck and head when darkness shaded the room, and there were hurried footsteps up the stairs. The healer shook her head and opened the door, where night and shadows itself stood, staring at you with wide violet eyes filled with stars. Your heart hummed in your chest, and your head spun at his beauty. You knew him without ever meeting him, like a switch you were suddenly - secure. More at home than you'd ever felt in your cold homeland. The breath was stolen from you. His lips parted and he stepped into the room, "May I stay?" He asked, voice raw and charming.  The healer scoffed, returning to your side, placing her hands on your blanketed legs. You nodded at him. "Only if you tell me what is going on." he nodded back, glancing suspiciously towards the healer. "Where is Madja? I sent for her yesterday." He seemed irritated, his jaw clenching. "Madja is still working on your brother after what you did to him." She said in a clipped tone. Rhys' face went a shade red at that. Regret bloomed in his stomach. He sighed, sitting on the floor at the end of the bed burying his head in his hands, exhausted. Your head spun. "There are no stories of you having a brother." You said. His figure moved with a slight chuckle. "Brother in a metaphorical sense. Though they may as well be." He let out a long breath, unhiding his face and pulling a hand through his hair.  "He tried getting me to see reason while I was being...well.. unreasonable."  There was a small tug on your chest towards him, as if he was calling you to be on the floor with him. You wanted to. You wanted to tell him that you wanted to join him too. But you were bound to the bed by exhaustion and the bandages covering you. The healer placed her hand on your knee, a coolness thrumming down your leg into your foot. She tisked in disapproval. "Now you being unreasonable has this one refusing to let me heal her head. Do something about this your highness, I dont believe theres anything wrong but we must be abso-" Rhysand cut her off by holding a single finger up.  She scoffed and left the room, closing the door a bit too hard for normal. You smiled slightly at that, glad to be rid of a healer even for a few minutes.  He blew out a  long breath, avoiding eye contact with you. "What do you remember?" He asked you, eyebrows knitting together. He stared at his feet, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle.  You knew what he meant. You cringed away from the few memories. "It was cold.." You started, shying away from the tingling in your foot at the memory. "Why wont you let the healer try to help?" He asked, not judgemental but more curious than anything. He got up with a tired grunt, and pulled a leather armchair beside you.  Your heart raced at the closeness he presented. You didnt want to imagine what you looked like. Even with Fae healing you knew the tips of your ears may have still been blue from the cold of the wilderness of winter court. "I dont need it. I dont... want the help. I dont see a point to it." You tried your best at a shrug, your arms protesting.  "Your family..." He began. Your heart fluttered, cheeks heating. A headache bloomed in your temples as your brain grasped for memories of the night. Rhysand waited patiently, studying your face. They had screamed and threatened to cut you out of the family dynasty if you refused the marriage. Broken glass and running. No shoes, pain in your lungs from the cold air.  "My sorry excuse for a family left me to die." You growled once you felt steady enough to say.  Head pounding, you took a drink of water from the night stand. "I was meant to marry Kallis' oldest, but when I refused they took issue with it."   "And they tried to kill you.. so you ran?" He asked, his voice strained.  "Not exactly... I cant...." You rubbed your aching head. It felt like you were sick, like you needed a cold bath. Your stomach roiled with the pain.  Concern took over Rhys' features. "I can help." He offered, his hands fisting in the blankets, like he wished he could rip the pain away from you.  "Do whatever" You groaned, sinking back into the pillows. "I dont care anymore." You wanted so badly to just let your body give out in those woods. Let some snow bear find you and be a snack for its cubs. You had no family, no home.. and no status any longer. Your mind seemed to be coated in a dark blanket, relief flowed through you. For the first time his eyes were locked with yours when you looked up. The magnificent depth of them was astounding. His dark brows pulled together, studying your features. There was that tug towards him again. You picked up that thread and tugged back, lazily.  He blinked, taking a sharp breath. Confusion rolled through you, then his voice ripped through your mind like an echo. "I've been waiting for you."

#READER INSERT #RHYS X READER #RHYSAND X READER #ACOTAR FIC #RHYS FIC #CRESCENT CITY

[tteokdoroki]

then they laughed | s.todoroki.

⇝ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 1.7K

⇝ rating: suitable for everyone.

⇝ genre: fluff.

⇝ summary: you’d never been ashamed of your quote on quote ‘ugly’ laugh but you’re not quite sure what to make of it when your crush mistakes it for mild choking or the one in which shoto todoroki mistakes your laugh for choking in the middle of the school cafetria. 

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy, angst if you squint,  clueless todoroki and mentions of choking ( non-sexual ).

⇝ author’s note(s): why hello there darlings, here’s a little drabble requested by @patricia-ceballos​, i thought this idea was super cute, i’m not sure how i feel about the ending but i had a lot of fun writing. oh and thank you so much for 600+ follows, i love you all. :( <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you’d always thought that you had an ugly laugh.

it’s not that you were ashamed of it, never that, but you knew the twisted high pitch stream of giggles that passed your sweet unsuspecting lips could be kind of off putting to others. even so, that never put you off from laughing and joking about with your friends— if they truly cared for you, then having a slightly maniac-like laugh wouldn’t be a problem for them.

your classmates at U.A seemed to be those types of people. the good kind that you could trust wholeheartedly— the first time they’d heard you laugh, ochako had chuckled along with you, izuku had thought it was part of your quirk and bakugou had simply asked if you needed a ‘fucking throat lozenge?’  which only made you burst out into more streams of unintelligible giggles.

right now though, you try your best to stifle your giggles while you watch ochako and deku helplessly try to avoid admitting their feelings for one another over lunch. “what’s wrong deku? are you feeling sick?” the sweet brunette asks, almost impossibly close to the latter’s now beet red face. you can tell that he’s flustered by her proximity; the words he wants to say falling flat on his tongue.

ochako blinks for a second— as if to realise her mistake and quickly backs up, drowning in embarrassment and her silly crush on izuku midoriya. the girl stumbles back into iida, giving him only moments to process his now dropped food before he’s scolding them into next week— hands flying through the air while he barks out his complaints. trying not to laugh is becoming unbearably harder by the second, even asui is falling victim to the scene of comedy displayed right in front of your eyes and its not until you look up and meet the confused gaze of shoto todoroki that the dam finally breaks.

“what’s so funny?” the dual eyed boy says so blankly that even he is comical to you. you break out into fits of hysteria, slamming a hand over your mouth as your snorts launch their way across the table. shoto blinks, brows pinching in the centre of his forehead— is there a joke he’s missing? something he said?

the cluelessness of the half hot, half cold boy before you only sends you spiralling into more bursts of laughter— easing the embarrassment off of the two helpless flirters and effectively calming iida down while they join you in your chuckling session. “its...it’s just that—!” you can barely explain yourself, bold snickers punctuating each of your words as humoured tears begin to form in the corners of your dazzling eyes.

todoroki’s mood now shifts from bewildered to concerned, the short wheezes that pass from your pretty lips send shivers of worry down his spine. why is everyone laughing? can no one at the table see what’s happening? standing from his seat, the number one’s son brushes past tsuyu to get to your side— when he reaches you, your eyes sparkle with amusement despite the horrid sounds that leave you and a frown takes over his angekic face.

“don’t worry yn, i’ll help you.”

still trembling with a case of the giggles you have little time to process the dual haired boy’s words before he’s hoisting you from your seat, you think he’s trying to calm you down from the way his heated hand pats on your back ( five times to be exact ) but when his strong arms wrap around you— suddenly pumping your stomach, you realise.

todoroki is performing the heimlich manoeuvre on you.

shoto todoroki thinks your laughter is choking.

heat flushes to your cheeks as shoto moves to pump your stomach again, his broad chest pressed intimately against your back. the snickers from your friends at your lunch table stop— silence sweeping over them and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the stares you draw from other u.a students in the canteen. their judging eyes tear you down and crawl over you, leaving an uneasy feeling to settle in your bones but you’re too paralysed by embarrassment— too frozen to tell todoroki to stop.

you know he only means well, he didn’t know any better and he was only trying to help a friend in need but did he really mistake your laughter for choking? was it really that ugly?  

a fresh set of tears prickle in your eyes, this time however, they’re not laced with the happiness you gain from being around your friends. before shoto has another chance, you pull away from him slightly with a small whimper pours from your flustered form. “stop... todoroki, please— stop...”

the boy’s hold on you loosens, he recognises the broken tone laced with your usually jubilant voice which gives you enough room to make a dash for it. blinking, todoroki turns to his group of friends, confused  as escape the cafeteria and wolfish stares from your fellow students.

“s-she wasn’t choking, todoroki— she was laughing with us.” izuku explains carefully, fidgeting underneath his classmates strict gaze. the shorter feels almost bad for shoto, knowing he’s probably kicking himself for upsetting you even as you flee.

but his worries are soon eased as todoroki races after you.

launching yourself down the corridor, you use the sleeve of your grey blazer to run away the remaining tears that sting at your eyes. students from across all years watch you go by with looks of either annoyance or concern, but you move to quickly to care— throwing yourself into an empty hall and sinking to your knees. the heat of embarrassment blistering underneath the skin of your cheeks doesn’t ease up as you desperately paw at them, frustration intertwining with the air in your lungs… because, because it had been years since you last felt ashamed of your unconventional laughter, because you thought that enough time had gone by for you to no longer feel insecure about it.

you had good friends here at u.a, ones that didn’t judge you for your unusual habit but the scene yourself and todoroki had created back in the canteen only brought on bad memories reminding you of all of your insecurities from the past.  

sighing heavily; you brace yourself to return to lunch with your friends, tripping over flimsy excuses in your mind for your sudden disappearence when a pair of well polished, brown school shoes come into view from over the tops of your knees.

“there you are, ln.” shoto’s voice is warm while he speaks to you, you’d always thought that. its deep like melted chocolate ready to be tempered and somewhat soothes your nervously thumping heart. you can’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing that there’s probably a pink tint to your eyes from where you’ve been crying but the boy with the two-toned hair persists, still wanting your attention. “the others…the others and i, were worried about you.”

you shake your head, fixing your gaze on a lose thread on the hem of your skirt that sits above your knees. “ah!, todoroki! you shouldn’t worry about me…just head back to the cafeteria before your cold soba gets… well, colder!” a frown pinches at the corner of your lips, settling heavily on your face. you don’t even find yourself convincing but hope todoroki believes your hopeless words anyways. “i’ll be with you guys in just a moment.”

but to your dismay, the youngest son of endeavour slides his back down the wall to sit next to you instead.  “did i hurt you?” he mumbles awkwardly. todoroki itches to reach out and comfort you— it seems like something you would do for him but he’s never been good with situations like these.

“no! no shoto,” this makes you look up, catching the light in the cyan of his eyes. the pair of you blush, flicking your gazes away from one another. “i’m fine!”

“were you crying?”

“certainly not!”

“but your face—“

“shut up!”

“not until you tell me why you ran.” god, was he persistent. blunt and straight to the point, was shoto todoroki.

suddenly your feet become more interesting that the boy beside you, a silence sweeping over you both. “because,” you pause, trying to taste the words on the tip of your tongue before you say them. “i was embarrassed! the whole cafeteria heard my ugly laugh and thought i was—“

“choking,” todoroki finishes for you, finally finding the courage to rest an icy hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry yn, i didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed about your laugh,” sorrow litters the tail end of the half hot, half cold boy’s words— making them sit heavily in the air. “midoriya explained to me, i really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, i was just worried about you.”

you soften up, finally meeting his gaze once more and sniffle a little— chest warming at his concern for you. “shoto, it’s okay...” you’re quiet in your response, leaning into his cold touch but the dual eyed boy only shakes his head.

todoroki turns to face you fully, shrinking the space between you. he’s so close that you can see the flecks of grey in each of his eyes and feel the warmth from his breath fanning across your cheeks. “even if i can be...socially unaware sometimes, i still don’t want to hurt your feelings. they’re important to me,” he tilts his head, offering you a small smile enough to make a million hearts melt. “and for what it’s worth, i think your laugh is quite cute. not ugly.”

you blink, wondering if you heard him correctly and press a hand to your cheeks that now hear you’ll, as if you’ll be able to cool them down. “y-you think my laugh is cute?”

“yes, and i’d love to hear more of it over dinner sometime.”

his face is as serious as ever while he speaks, but the shine to his eyes tells you a different story as todoroki offers you a hand to stand up. “was that a pick up line, shoto?” you ask, barely being able to keep it together as little shots of laughter litter themselves through your sentences.

“i’m not sure...what’s a pick up line again?” you burst into joyful tears, obnoxious laughter filling the corridors as the boy on your arm guides you to your next class. you care little for the stares that your ugly laugh attracts, just happy that it puts a little smile on shoto todoroki’s face.

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I am once again apologising for what you're about to go through.

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Part 10

You wipe down the counter. It was quiet today, not many customers. Everyone was at home waiting for the race to begin. Today was the fourth race of the season. If Zemo won today, he would tie with Stark.

Zemo... you hadn't gone back. You hadn't called him, text him, seen him. You had returned to work, telling your boss things had changed. He welcomed you back, but he looked at you with pity sometimes.

He was currently standing in the doorway behind you, watching you. The race would be starting soon, he had the TV set up in his office, hoping you would come watch it with him. He would happily close up shop for this. For you.

You had worked at The Redwing for several years, a loyal worker to him. You would good with the people, you made wonderful coffee, sometimes bringing s cup to his office, and you knew how to make work fun.

You had this amazing opportunity, then something unexpected came out of the blue and ruined it.

You could do so much better than this little job. He wanted that for you. Plus, he was very much aware, just by the way you had been these past few days, that you were utterly in love with his favourite racer.

He saw the images from the last race. That photo of you and Zemo kissing after his win was all over the place.

Behind him, the commentators are talking about Zemo's win. He flashed up on the screen, a replay of his car gliding over the line. The moment Stark lost to him.

You put away some clean cups, stacking them gently by the machine. You liked having a tidy working area. You knew where everything was, getting what you needed for an order was second nature.

You swung a towel over your shoulder and decided to organise the new tea flavours that came in. Cherry blossom tea had just come in, apparently it was nice. As the shop was empty, you could make one. You grabbed a tea bag from the box and put the box back on the shelf. Your boss watches you go about making your drink.

"Are you going to watch the race with me?"

You pick up your mug and look at him, shaking your head softly. He sighs and comes over to you. He doesn't have to say anything as you begin to cry. He hugs you.

"Why didn't you go?"

"What would I have said?"

"Anything. You don't believe he did it, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Then why are you here with me when you can be there with him? I remember the accident, you know. Saw it on TV back then. There is no way Helmut Zemo would sabotage a race like that."

"What was I suppose to do?" You look up at him and watch as he grabs a napkin to hand to you. You wipe your tears gently.

"You were suppose to go. I'm suppose to be seeing you on screen today, supporting him. You're suppose to be there when he wins today," he speaks softly.

"It's too late."

"You could still go down there. You'll miss the race, but you'll be there."

You shake your head.

"He told me, he said if I still loved him I should be there at the race. If I don't go, he'll leave me alone. I think this is best."

"Now look here, you're a darling and I adore you, but my God, you're a silly liar. You're so in love with him it hurts. You're just torturing yourself by being here."

You wipe at your eyes gently, sipping the tea. It was nice. Zemo would like it.

You sigh and put the cup down.

"You go watch the race. Just... let me knows if he wins."

He looks at you with those pity filled eyes again. When you don't say any more, he leaves, heading back into the office. He keeps the door open a crack.

You stand there. No customers in sight. You feel absolutely awful.

Zemo sits outside by his car. Sam, Bucky, and Sam's sister Sarah, were all there with him. Zemo hadn't said a word to them since he arrived. Bucky had tried to talk to him about what happened, but he didn't get a response.

You weren't here. You didn't come.

He still held onto hope you would make a last minute appearance, that maybe you were right outside, but you weren't. He knew deep down you weren't coming.

You were afraid. He couldn't blame you, but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would believe him. Still, he should have expected this.

Sam and Bucky glance at each other.

"Just leave him be. He'll focus up for the race," Sam said, glancing at Zemo.

Bucky looked across the way.

Stark and his little witch were smooching for the cameras. Behind them, Pepper Potts. Bucky never understood how Pepper could deal with Tony. After everything.

"I'll kill him."

"Bucky, don't."

Sarah pulls Bucky back and tried to get him to calm down. Sam, watches Stark for a lite while longer. He felt sick to the stomach just looking at them.

The racers were called to the line.

You finished up the last if the tea and put the cup to the side. You would take it up to the kitchen shortly. You refilled the water tank and reorganised the spoons for the third time that morning.

The door opened. A young woman enters, a man and two children behind her. You put on your hospitality smile and turn to her.

"Welcome, are you sitting in with us or taking out today?"

The woman smiles, though a lite awkwardly.

"Actually, I am looking for Y/N," she says softly. Her accent, it sounded so much like his.

"That would be me, what I can I do for you?"

She glances at the man she came in with, who nods at her. Licking her lip quickly, she turns back to you and speaks.

"My name is Wanda Maximoff, six years ago my brother died in a horrible accident. I know you have been made aware of this incident. I came here to tell you that I testified about what happened, but no one believed me. They took Stark's word against mine. Helmut Zemo did not kill my brother."

You stare at her.

"You're probably wondering how I know about you and how I come to be here. Stephen Strange is a racer too. Stark had called him a few nights ago. Apparently Zemo had paid him a visit and caused quite a fuss."

"Helmut went to Stark?"

"Yes. Over you. I don't know all the details, only what Strange had told me. I thought it best I come to you and tell you what I know. My brother died in an accident. He was not killed by Zemo."

You hear the low sound of engine revving from the office. The race was about to start.

Wanda watches as you dart into the office quickly. She smiles softly and leaves with her family.

Your boss looks up as you enter. He smiles at you and waves you over. You sit on his desk and watch the TV.

That beautiful purple car appears on screen. You almost want to cry again as you see Zemo sitting there.

You would close your eyes and listen to that sound, even if it is through the television, but you didn't want to look away for a second. That handsome man on the screen, you loved him beyond belief.

Then they were off.

Your breath caught in your throat. You tended up. Your boss placed a hand on your arm, reminding you to breathe. You couldn't. Stark and Zemo were neck on neck. If he won today, he would tie with Stark.

And you would go to him to be there for the final race.

The cars sped around the first corner. You had long since blocked out the commentator. The only sound you could hear was those engines.

Zemo's car glides down the track.

Stark is a hair width away from him. They are so close they could collide any moment, but they don't. Both of them are very skilled and talented drivers. They were born to do this.

They reach the second bend.

You grab your boss's hand, needing something to hold onto. Those two cars are so far ahead from everyone else.

You're filled with anxiety. Everything feels too much.

The third bend.

It all happens so quickly. In the blink of an eye. You're not even sure what had happened.

You weren't even aware you were screaming until your boss had his arms around you. He was so quick to try and tear your gaze away from the screen.

Zemo's car collided into the barrier. It was up in flames. Moments later there was an explosion.

It's just like that day. Six years ago.

You cling to your boss, crying into his shirt. He scrambles with one hand to grab the remote and turn it off.

You had seen enough.

The office fills with your cries. Your agony filled screams are enough to break anyone's heart. What the Hell just happened?

He didn't turn.

He didn't make it around the bend.

And now?

Your boss holds you for a while longer. It's all he can do to help you right now.

At the racetrack, there is chaos. Sam and Bucky were booking it down the sidelines, desperate to reach that corner. Stark zoomed past them going at the speed of light. He would soon cross the finish line and win his third victory, successfully beating Zemo at this point.

Sirens go off in every direction. All ambulances are heading the same way.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd, even after Stark finishes.

Sarah grabs her phone. She has to make a call.

Sam and Bucky manage to reach the wreck. The car is totalled into a burning pit. They can't make heads or tails of what's happening.

And where was Zemo?

This isn't how things were suppose to go.

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