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wandasgf · 4 months

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ANDROMEDA. mdni. 18+.

pairing: wanda maximoff + stepdaughter!reader

summary: all wanda wants is to relax, why does that seem so hard?

warnings: implied cheating, stepcest, no explicit sexual content, mommy kink, age gap, alcohol consumption, implied sexual content

wc: 2.1kish

It didn't start out like this, you swear. You didn't start out wanting to ruin your own father's marriage so that you could be with your new step mother. You used to feel bad about it, really, you did, but it's been about a year now and it's not like your father deserves Wanda anyway. They’d been married for about a year and a half and you swear you’ve never even seen them hold hands. He was always on business trips, you rarely saw him. It used to make you sad, never seeing your father, but distance creates disdain.

That’s pretty much how you found yourself in your best friend, Kate’s, bedroom, laying on the bed with your head hanging off and staring at the, upside down from your point of view, poster of some celebrity Kate was obsessed with. You think her name is Hailee? You don't know, but anyway, you were thinking about how you were going to convince Wanda to stay at home with you while your father was on yet another trip. Usually Wanda wouldn’t go with your father, but apparently he’s going to Milan and she really wants to go shopping there. And aside from the obvious reason you didn’t want Wansa to go, you really did hate being in that big house alone.

“I don’t know, man. Maybe you should just let her go on the trip, the woman never gets to see her husband, she probably misses him.” Kate shrugs, looking away from her phone to see your reaction. “Ughh, I just don’t understand what she sees in him, I’m obviously better and right here.” You sit up from your position on Kate’s bed and turn towards Kate, sitting cross-legged. Kate sighs in response, “Y/N, you know I love you, but I hate to break it to you, as hot of a milf as she is, and she is believe me, you are still her step daughter and she can’t exactly just… divorce your father to be with you. I mean, I totally get where you’re coming from and I am not gonna stop you from fucking her, but you’ve gotta be realistic here.”

She would be all for this relationship if it weren’t for the very simple and very messy fact that Wanda was married to your father. It was either going to end in heartbreak for you or you completely severing ties with your father to be with Wanda. And while the latter wouldn’t be awful, it’s not like your father was the most present, it just kind of counted on you and Wanda staying together which, as much as she wanted to believe it would, Kate was unsure would happen.

And it’s not that Kate didn’t think it was possible for you to have a long lasting relationship, it’s just that she was afraid lust was clouding your judgment and she’s not sure you actually have any sort of emotional connection…. Ah, but that’s enough worrying, it wasn’t exactly Kate’s strong suit and it was unlikely that you would be successful in your mission to woo Wanda… As if you hadn’t already been messing around with each other, but that didn’t really matter right now.

“Maybe you’re right… I don’t know. I just know that she’d be better off here with me. It’s not like she’d even get to see him a lot while they’re there. He’ll be in meetings or whatever.” You roll your eyes, already annoyed at the thought of Wanda thinking she’d get to have a nice trip and it being ruined by your father. You know you could treat Wanda better than him. “And hey,” Kate perks up, her eyes twinkling and a smile sneaking onto her lips, “If they’re both gone you can throw a party.”

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Wanda was annoyed. Extremely annoyed, actually. Maybe even a little bit angry, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that feeling. This was supposed to be a nice trip for her, a vacation of sorts, but no, of course it wasn’t. Nothing was ever a nice vacation in the presence of Mr. Bigshot CEO Jarvis. It’s her fault, really, falling for his charming little facade and then for some god forsaken reason deciding to marry him. It’s not like she can go back in time to change it though, so she better not think about it too much, and he’s rich so that’s a plus she supposes.

At least he had a cute daughter, but that’s besides the point, she’s letting her mind drift again.

She’d been waiting for him to get back from whatever the hell kind of meeting he was at, she didn’t care, so that they could go get dinner at the restaurant down the street from the condo they were staying at. But as always, he texted her to say he’d be running a little bit late. That text was sent two hours ago and she’s not sure how much waiting she has left in her. She’d give him five more minutes before she got on a plane and left without a word.

She had just finished zipping up her suitcase when she heard the door open, what impeccable timing that stupid man had. Sighing and looking towards the door, Wanda attempted to give a somewhat genuine smile. “Sweetheart!!” Slurred the clearly drunk man as he stumbled into the room, he reeked of alcohol and it almost made Wanda gag. “You’re late. Extremely late. Again.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at him, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, come on. Me and the boys just went out for a few drinks after retro… retrofits!”

He meant retrospectives.

“Yeah, I’m sure you did. Well, you can have a nice time here in Milan, I am going home.” Wanda could put up with a lot of things, but this was just ridiculous. He had never been punctual, but it had usually been because his meetings actually were running late, not whatever this was. “Home? No, it’s called Seta.” He clearly thought she meant the restaurant which she was no longer planning on going to. “No. I am getting on a plane and I am going home. But please, don’t let that stop you from enjoying your time here.” She laughed, mostly at how pathetic she thought it was that she expected this trip to be any different than how it was at home. And with that, she was out the door and walking down to the lobby to try and figure out what the best way to the airport was and if she could just take some sort of personal jet of her husband’s to get home.

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The party was in full swing, music blasting, drunk 20 somethings everywhere and you were in the center of it. You always did like attention. It took you and Kate about two days to plan and figure out who to invite, but it went about as well as you had expected. Instead of having a somewhat laid back party, Kate decided at the last minute that she would text out an invite to all of their friends and then also let them text their friends about it. So now there were about 100 people in your house and backyard.

Unfortunately, Kate was just about the most social person you have ever met. Somehow, though, nothing has been broken yet, but there are way too many red plastic cups on the ground. Kate is less drunk than you are, but by no means sober and you have… well… had enough alcohol to stop you from drinking for at least the next two weeks. Waking up tomorrow would not be pleasant.

“Hey Y/N!” Kate is practically shouting over the music, “Are we expecting anyone else? A car just pulled up!” She’s pretty sure everyone is here, even Nico had somehow convinced Illyana to take a break from studying (brooding in her room) to come to the party. Which is a miracle in itself. Speaking of those two, she hasn’t seen them in a while, she hopes for your sake they aren’t fucking somewhere in the house. “I don’t think so, but I’ll go greet them anyway!!” You slur, smiling excitedly. “Y/N I don’t think-” Kate doesn’t get to finish her sentence before you’re skipping away towards the front door. “Okay.” Kate nods to herself before walking away to go find wherever Peter was, the last time she saw her she was playing beer pong with the other Peter, Gamora’s boyfriend Peter. Something about battle of the Peters.

You stumble out the front door, squinting to try and see who just pulled up. It was dark out and you weren't wearing your glasses. Oh, and being incredibly drunk didn’t help. You gasp when you see who it is. “Wands!!” Your eyes widen in excitement and you run towards her, tripping over your own feet in the process. You didn’t usually call Wanda by the nickname, but you didn’t really care right now. Wanda is quick to stop you from falling, cursing under her breath when she realizes how drunk you are. You would be a handful in the morning.

And then she finally hears the loud music and the voices and slowly looks around to see all of the clearly drunk people currently on her, well, your father's property. “Y/F/N.” Her voice is stern and it catches you so off guard you almost stumble backwards, your eyes wide. You pout, upset that the first thing Wanda does when she sees you when she gets home is be upset with you. You probably would have fallen if it weren’t for Wanda’s grip on your arms.

“What the hell is this?” She’s not sure why you throwing a party makes her so angry, it usually wouldn’t. Maybe it’s the built up anger from your father bailing on their dinner date to get drunk and the assumption that she’d be able to come home and relax with you. Or maybe it’s the thought of you throwing this big of a party while she’s not even in the country and something bad happening to you. You never did handle alcohol very well, despite drinking like there’s no tomorrow. In any case, she was quite angry.

“It’s a party, silly. Can’t you tell?” You giggle as your sadness melts away, leaning back into Wanda’s hold. “Yes, I know what a party–” Wanda stops herself, sighing, it didn’t matter anyway, You clearly weren't understanding why or that she was upset. She thinks for a couple of seconds and instead she changes tactics, it wouldn’t do any good to make you upset with everyone around and no one would remember any behavior that seemed odd for a step mother and her step daughter, they were all too drunk.

She smiles sweetly, reaching up to stroke your cheek, “Why don’t you go tell everyone to go home, the party is over, okay?” You pout in response, looking up slightly at the older woman, “But I don’t want them to go home.” You practically whine, slumping in Wanda’s arms. Of course this wasn’t going to be easy, you always did love a party. “I know you don’t, but it’s time for everyone to go home, sweetheart. Don't you want to spend some time with me now that I’m home?” Wanda fakes a pout, looking down at you.

Well, you did want to spend time with Wanda…

“But can't you just have fun at the party with me? We can have fun at the party together!!” You beam, no longer upset. Wanda was going to have whiplash with the way alcohol affected your emotions. “Sweet girl, you're so cute, but Mommy wants to spend some time with just the two of us.” She moves her thumb to tug at your bottom lip. “Wouldn't you like that?”

Your cheeks heat up and you feel a familiar heat in your stomach, suddenly feeling a little shy in front of Wanda. She doesn't usually call herself that unless you're alone. “Mhm… I can tell everyone to go home. I’ll get Kate to help and I’ll be so quick, I promise.” Wanda surprises you by leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “Be quick, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”

“So quick!!” And you almost trip over your feet with how quickly you run to go get Kate. Wanda watches fondly, a small smile on her lips. You're so cute, hopefully you won't get all upset in the morning when she makes you clean everything up.

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coupleoffanfics · 10 months

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Part 2- y/n becomes a child

Part 1 Here

She seems to be a big fan of cats. Anything with Hello Kitty on it she wants. Will run up to stray cats trying to pet them no matter how many times they tell her not to. “They could have a disease.” “But they’re so cute!”

Doesn’t fully understand when she says, “I’m looking for my parents. We’re playing hide and seek, I don’t really like playing it. I wanted played sequence. My dad must have helped my mom with her hiding spot because I can usually find her first. Once I find them we’ll go back home to my baby and older brother.”

Hearing this Damian goes to Bruce for answers. He knows of everyone’s upbringing, but he often overlooked y/n in the past. Something about her mentally blocking her parents' death. Bruce only says parents, so it makes him wonder whether or not…It doesn’t matter. He just makes sure that he won’t bring up her parents or try to convince her that Bruce was her father anymore. Or that he and the others were her real brothers.

Dick will bring y/n to the water park, zoo, etc for some bonding time. Trying to dethrone Jason’s spot of being her favorite. When going out this usually results in Damian tagging along. Though surprisingly y/n doesn’t like going out as much, so Dick tries to find another way to connect with her.

It's getting late and while in her pajamas jumps down each step of the stairs. Dick notices the book in her hand and offers to read it to her before bed. Look him straight in his eyes to say no and ask if he knew where Jason was.

He lied by saying that he already left even though he was down in the cave and he’ll just take Jason’s place as bedtime reader. She reluctantly agreed. Everything is fine until the story ends. She looks like she is going to burst into tears and he panics. The story didn’t have a sad ending or anything. It was just a frog and toad book.

Asking what was wrong, y/n looks at him. “They’re gone and they’re never coming back are they?” He doesn’t respond, the look of pity in his eyes was enough for her to start balling her eyes out. Crying for her parents. When he is going to get up to get Bruce she eminently freaks out.

“No! Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be left alone. Don’t leave me alone again!” Dick gets so emotional seeing his little sister desperately begging him to not be all alone. He stays behind and comforts her. Not leaving her side once.

The context of how they unintentionally neglected her when she got older made guilt build up.

After that y/n is more open with Dick and starts to follow him around a bit. Jason raises his eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. Dick would be a better influence than him regardless of how bitter it made him feel.

Tim doesn’t go out of his way to interact with little y/n. Though she does come up to him to share what food she has. She will not leave him alone unless he has some of her snacks. Reminding him of when she was done cooking/baking, she’d force him to take a taste test before anyone else.

She’ll go out into the garden to catch butterflies. Will not take a net no matter how many times it's offered. Damian sits back watching her as she creeps up on butterflies like a cat. Every time she goes up to him and asks if he knew what butterfly it is.

Doesn’t have a clue, but after that, he’ll look up all the different butterflies. Their names and small facts about them for next time. y/n inadvertently made Damian a butterfly wiki.

There will be sudden fits where she wants to paint someone’s nails. Goes up to the first person she’ll see. Place the Hello Kitty nail polish bag on the table and ask them, “What color do you want? Sparkly or no sparkle?” There isn't anyone that can say no.

So everyone in the manor will have painted nails. Bruce is in a business meeting, everyone sees his black-painted nails but doesn’t say a thing. If anyone were to ask he’d hold up a hand to show off and explain that his daughter wanted to paint his nails. He is expressionless the whole time, but if they looked hard enough then they could see the smile in his eyes.

Babs and Dick definitely take a few photos of y/n and send them to each other. It’s not every day that adult y/n allows others to photograph her. Now that she is a child without too many insecurities this allows them to take as many photos as possible.

Speaking of Babs, she’s just like Tim and Bruce. Doesn’t go out of her way to interact with her because she doesn't see the reason to do so. It’s fine after a few days until she starts missing adult y/n. The one who brings up random topics and has late-night texts with.

Wonders if she should inform y/n’s friend and boyfriend about this since they’ve been reaching out a lot. But decided against it. y/n is in a vulnerable state of mind and having even more “strangers” interact with her should just be avoided. Barb tells them that she’s broken her phone and is taking care of her sick auntie who is overseas. She makes up an elaborate lie and now y/n’s friend and boyfriend think she has an Italian auntie named Bianca Bellagamba.

One day Dick gets a drawing that he’s always dreamed of. A crayon drawing of his hero persona that had My #1 hearo! Everyone can see him internally squealing.

Everyone got a similar drawing, but she handed his drawing to him first. So obviously he’s the favorite brother and she clearly put more effort into his drawing.

Only Dick and Damian have thought of sabotaging the progress of returning y/n back to normal a few times. They’d be able to keep her in the manor safe and be able to rewrite their mistakes. Jason has thought of this too once, but he knew that it wasn’t right for y/n if they kept her like this.

The only reason Dick and Damian didn’t do anything as everyone was dead set on getting adult y/n back. Even if they were to sabotage their progress, it would just slow them down.

When y/n is turned back to normal she doesn’t remember anything after she was turned into a child. This breaks Dick’s heart more than it does Damian’s. Dick was making so much progress with y/n and now it's completely erased. Damian took this more as a way to understand and learn more about y/n.

y/n awkwardly thanks them before shuffling out manor. Babs will send the pics of little y/n to her later.

Most of the family’s view of y/n doesn’t change except for Dick and to a lesser extent Jason’s. Dick will see y/n even more as a child now. That one night when she begged to not be left alone again will motivate him to reach out to her. Spend more time together to make up for his absence.

Jason might view her a little more like a child, but he already saw her as one. Though this whole fiasco has made him a bit more protective of y/n. When out, he’ll check on her apartment just to make sure that she’s safe at home. If he finds her out for whatever reason when he’s on patrol then he’ll follow her until she gets back home safely.

Damian knows that little and older y/n aren’t exactly the same. It would be stupid to do so because she could grow out of things and has developed as a person. When he breaks into her apartment for a visit he’ll have a type of Hello Kitty memorabilia. y/n clearly hasn’t grown out of her love for the cat with a bow as the next time he breaks in, he sees that she kept the gift.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 months

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Spencer's Choice: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: fluff at the end, angst, mentions of cheating

Summary: Spencer has a choice to make: stay with his wife and make his marriage work or follow the love of his life across the world. One keeps his family intact and the other is where his heart belongs. What will he choose?

PART ONE

Square Filled: interacting with children for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Spencer stares at the door you walked through for what seems like hours. Even after the plane has left, he’s still stuck in the same spot. He only moves when another flight comes in and a swarm of people leaves through the bridge. He did what he swore he’d never do again: he let you walk away. He’s brought back to the first time he’s made the mistake, the time he lost a part of him. You had his heart and took some of it when you left.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Spencer says with tears in his eyes.

“You know I love you, right? I love you so much.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt any less. Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

“We’re headed in two different directions, Spence. You have an amazing FBI program here that needs someone like you. London is calling to me. I wish it could be different but it isn’t.”

Spencer nods and looks down at the ground because if he sees you walk off, then he’ll cry and never stop. You want to go to him and kiss him and tell him everything is going to be alright but you know if you do, you’ll stay. This sucks but this is how it has to be.

“Last call for Flight 267 inbound to London,” the announcer says over the intercom.

“I have to go,” you whisper.

Spencer looks up and watches you get on the plane.

That decision has haunted him ever since he made it. No, he can’t make the same mistake again. He can’t let you two continue on two separate paths. He has to go after you. He knows the city you’re traveling to, so all he has to do is buy another ticket for the next flight and be on his way.

The only thing that’s stopping him is his daughter. Not his wife. His daughter. His marriage has been over for a while even though he and his wife don’t want to admit it. They only stay together because of Marissa. Coming home after a long day, especially when Marissa is spending the night at a friend’s house, seems like a chore. He chooses hours that conflict with hers so that he doesn’t have to see her as much. Being in a relationship shouldn’t be this way. It should be freeing, loving, and exciting. What he had with you is completely different than what he has with his wife.

He takes the scenic route on his way home and parks in the driveway. He sits there for thirty minutes just thinking about his situation. His wife went to work late which is why he was able to meet you for coffee this morning. She must have called the babysitter when she got called in. He doesn’t want to keep her too long so he goes inside even though he dreads it.

“You’re home early, Mr. Reid,” the babysitter smiles.

“Yeah, I got a few things finished early.”

“Well, Marissa and I went to the state zoo. She had a lot of fun at the petting zoo.”

“Here, let me pay you back for that.”

“No need. We had tons of fun.”

“Thank you,” he nods.

He pays her and she leaves. Marissa bounces over to him with a smile, and he scoops her up so they can have some father-daughter time. He sits her on the kitchen counter as he grabs some ingredients to make them both a snack.

“Why do you look so sad, Daddy?”

He hates that she can see how sad he is.

“I don’t know,” he lies.

“Where’s the nice lady who gave me Teddy back?”

“Uh, she got on a plane. She left.”

“Is that why you’re so sad?”

Spencer chuckles and looks at her in amusement.

“You’re very smart for your age.”

“I did get an A plus on my spelling homework,” she grins with her two front teeth missing.

“I am so proud of you,” Spencer smiles and kisses her head. “Why don’t you go play in your room for a bit while I finish making us some snacks.”

“Okay.”

He sets her down on the ground and watches her run off. The smile on his face is lost as he continues making the snack, this time, much slower. His mind has been filled with nothing but you ever since you arrived two days ago. He wishes he could be in your arms right now. Why did you have to show up now? He was doing fine before. At least before, he could pretend you were dead or something. No, he has to go to you. He has to tell you… what? What would he tell you? He doesn't know but he knows he has to do it.

He waits for his wife to get home before he can go out. She noisily slaps her keys onto the hook by the door and walks into the kitchen. He can immediately smell the stench of sex and another man’s cologne. Maybe she did get called into work early but she didn’t come home right after it.

“Where have you been?”

“Out with the girls.”

She’s lying but he doesn’t have the energy to care.

“I have to go to work. Marissa is in her room.”

He leaves the house without waiting for her response. He heads into work knowing they didn’t call him in. He just needs to get away and talk to someone so they can tell him what to do. When he walks into the bullpen, Penelope and JJ are gossiping like schoolgirls.

“Spencer! Hey!” Penelope smiles when she sees him. Both girls see the distressed look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure my wife is cheating on me, and I thought the love of my life was dead until she showed up two days ago. She got on a plane and left.”

“Come to my office,” Penelope says. Both girls lead Spencer to Pen’s office, and she closes the door behind them. “Okay, start from the beginning.”

“Y/N was my high school sweetheart. We dated all four years of high school. I was gonna marry her until she got a scholarship to a college in London for architecture. That’s her dream. She’s always wanted to be an architect. I couldn’t stop her from pursuing her dream. I had just got accepted into the FBI academy and had to stay here. We broke up but it wasn’t because we stopped loving each other.

“It's been so long since I’ve seen her, I thought she was dead. It was easier to think that. Then, she showed up at my front door holding Marissa’s teddy bear. Everything I felt about her came back. I’m still in love with her. She left because she didn’t want to ruin what I have with my wife, but my marriage has been over for a while. We only stay with each other for Marissa.

“What do I do?” Spencer finishes with a broken look in his eyes.

“If your wife got on a plane at the same time as Y/N, who would you go after?” JJ asks.

Spencer opens his mouth to answer but he stops himself. He knows who he’ll pick, but if he says it out loud, then it becomes real. So, he closes his mouth and lowers his head in shame.

“I know you have a daughter who loves you, but staying with a woman who is hurting you will only hurt her,” Penelope says. “You should go after Y/N.”

Spencer still looks unsure so Pen turns around in her chair and fires up her computer. She spends two minutes on the computer before showing him. It’s your flight information. He knows where you’re going. It’s not an exact location, but he’ll be able to figure it out once he gets there.

“Why don’t I feel guilty about this? I’m married.”

“Life is short,” JJ says. “If you love her, you have to tell her. There is a very real thing called ‘right person, wrong time’. She’s your person.”

“What about Marissa?”

“I can watch her. She loves Henry. I can head over there after work.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t tell anyone, but I already got you a plane ticket. FBI-certified, of course.”

“Thanks.”

Spencer gets himself ready to go after you. He meant what he said before. He let you go once. He’s not making that mistake again. You arrive in Ukraine where your biggest project is waiting for you. The plan was supposed to be your partners would get everything set up and you’d join them a few months later. Now you’re here to start the planning process with them.

The project will be to make housing for people, shelters to house those who can’t afford housing, and food banks for everyone. You already have people lining up to donate food for people so you need to get started as soon as possible.

After grabbing the necessary PPE to get onto your construction site, you meet with the foremen who are in the trailer to discuss the plan.

“Hey,” you say.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t expect you for a couple of months.”

“I needed to get away. Leaving you guys wasn’t a good decision for me. I’m ready to work.”

The foundations of some of the buildings are already laid down, and the construction crew is working endlessly to build what you and your partners came up with. The minutes turn to hours which turn to days but Spencer is still on your mind. You don’t think you’ll be very productive when all you can think about is your long-lost love. You’re pouring over the blueprints of the food bank you’re building when one of the foremen comes in.

“Boss, there’s someone here to see you.”

“What?” you ask and look up. Who the hell would be looking for you here? “Who?”

“What’s your name?” the foreman asks someone down the hall before turning to you. “Spencer Reid.”

Your entire body freezes up.

“What?” Spencer walks in seconds later looking disheveled after a long plane ride. He walks over to you so he’s a foot away from you. “What are you doing here?”

“I might be crazy for this and I definitely haven’t thought this through, but you’re the love of my life. I love you so much.”

“You’re married.”

“To a woman who cheats on me four times a week.”

“What about Marissa?”

“I can’t stay in a relationship with her mother knowing we don’t love each other. It won’t end well for her. I have loved you the minute I met you and I haven’t stopped, not even after you left. I made the mistake of letting you walk away once. I won’t do it again.”

“Spencer,” you whisper tearfully.

“Don’t think,” he takes a step forward. “Not today.”

He grabs your cheeks and pulls you in to kiss you. Every emotion you have buried deep inside comes rushing to the surface. You don’t know what tomorrow will bring or where you’re going to go from here, but the only thing that matters is Spencer. Your heart is happy and that’s all you care about.

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penfz · 8 months

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The Beginning

SukunaXFemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Reader is in search for a babysitter for her daughter, Yuuji is in search of a part time job, and Sukuna is receiving an uncalled for nickname.

A/N: I apologize that there’s no clear timeline or order in the story, but I think I like it this way.

Also... apologies for any errors. I didn't proofread.

Sukuna X FemReader Master List

“Arghhh!”

This was probably the 5th baby sitter applicant Y/N had gone through. It was ok that you’re picky right? This is a stranger you would be entrusting your daughter too, and a stranger in your home.

Money technically wasn’t the problem, it was the lack of experience the applicants have. While yes, you would prefer a younger applicant, someone your daughter could get along with better, it was probably a better idea to hire someone older with more experience.

But then an applicant’s name caught your eye.

Yuuji Itadori had an honest application email, a highschool student looking for a part time job with minimum pay. He has no experience in looking after children, but he is good with kids. And, he’s your neighbour… technically his house was right behind yours.

Yeah, why not.

Within, the next hour, there was a knock on your door, and a young male with fluffy pink hair and a huge smile on his face, stood before you.

“Hi, I’m Yuuji Itadori.” He said as he reached his hand out for a handshake.

You smiled at his kind gesture, and shook his hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. Please come in.” “You’re new to the neighborhood right?” Yuuji continued his friendly conversation, following you inside. “Yeah, almost 8 months ago.” You explained. “I never got to meet everyone in the neighborhood yet unfortunately, things have been busy since.” “That’s ok, my grandpa said he introduced himself to you before.” Yuuji grinned. “Oh! Yes, Mr. Wasuke Itadori! Such a kind man, how is he?” “Oh, he passed away a few months ago.” And then Yuuji’s smile faltered for a moment. “But he wouldn’t us to be sad.”

You paused for a moment, Yuuji’s words making you grieve for the kind older man. But Yuuji’s smile and reassurance, only made you smile back in return.

“Oh, your grandpa mentioned that you have an older brother. Is it just the 2 of you now?” You asked. “Yeah, he’s probably out right now at the gym. He’ll be home later. Did you want to meet him?” Yuuji asked curiously. “One day.” You laughed a bit. “Your grandpa mentioned he’s mean looking.” You joked. “Oh yeah he kind of is.” Yuuji thought about it, his playfulness in his tone still there. “I would say run if you ever see a mean looking guy in the neighborhood.” “This is good advice.” You laughed.

Yuuji’s interview started as a friendly conversation, to the introduction to your daughter, to your daughter asking him to stay for dinner, and then to the end of your search for a babysitter.

“So, are you still up to babysit Aika?” You asked as you and Aika dropped Yuuji off at his house. “Wait, really?!” Yuuji asked excitedly. “Yeah.” You smiled back. “You guys seem to get along really well, and you seem more then capable enough of taking care of her. Send me your schedule and we can start planning a working schedule.” “Alright!” Yuuji cheered out loud. “You hear that Aika, we can chill again soon! We can go to an arcade!” “And get icecream!” Aika cheered back. “And watch movies!” “And get popcorn!” “And play video games!” “And eat pizza!”

You smiled at the interaction between your daughter and Yuuji, but then began to wonder if she was hungry with the way she was listing food. And you just fed her too.

Yuuji entered the house as you and Aika started heading home.

“You’re home late, brat. Why didn’t you tell me what time you’re coming home?” “Oh, Suku-nii!” Yuuji smiled at his older brother. “Sorry, I had an interview for a baby sitting job and I got distracted.” “Baby sitting job?” Sukuna questioned, Yuuji doesn’t even have an experience baby sitting since he’s the youngest in the house. “How did that go?” “Great! I got the job!” Yuuji continued with his large grin.

Well Sukuna didn’t expect that bit of news.

“Oh? Congratulations kid.” Sukuna gave a small smile back, he was proud. “Who you babysitting?” “Her names Aika, she’s the neighbour behind us.” Yuuji explained as he pulled out his phone. “I just need to send her mom my school schedule, she doesn’t want baby sitting to interfere with school or homework.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow at that fact. He was thankful for that information, for he wanted Yuuji to concentrate on school and homework as well.

“Ok, well send me your work schedule when you get it so I know where you are. And give me your employers number, in case I can’t reach you.” Sukuna instructed as he started heading upstairs. “Okay!” Yuuji answered.

And this was the last thing Sukuna expected. Coming home from… a date? A fling? He wasn’t sure what to call it. He only stopped by a high end bar to grab a quick drink, after his new boss had went in on him about missed deadlines. It was there, that a young woman was flirting with him, which made his evening a little better. But, he didn’t expect to be coming home to two brats.

“Yuuji.” Sukuna addressed, as he noticed an extra pair of shoes at the door. Although a small child size. “I’m in the living room!” Yuuji yelled back. Sukuna signed with annoyance, brat wasn’t going to let him know he had a guest over?

Sukuna walked in, not expecting Yuuji to be doing his homework already. And definitely not expecting a young white haired female, to be asking Yuuji on her math homework.

“Yuuji! 5+3?” The young female asked. “I can’t give you the answers Aika.” Yuuji laughed as he furthered explained using the fruit he stole from the kitchen to aid her in her addition homework.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, he was impressed with the interaction between the two. In fact, the way Yuuji was teaching Aika addition, was the same way he taught him when he was younger.

“Oh, Suku- nii!” Yuuji called out with a large smile. “This is Aika, she’s the one I’m babysitting. Aika, this is my big brother.”

“Hi, nice to meet you Suki!” Aika called with a giant smile, one to rival Yuuji’s. Except no one else was smiling… as the Itadori brothers tried to figure out who the f*uk this child was calling ‘Suki’.

“Suki…?” Yuuji asked confused. “Suki.” Aika repeated as she pointed at Sukuna. Poor guy just met her and he’s already received a female name as a nickname.

And Yuuji was no help, he was already laughing.

Sukuna could only sigh. Wtf.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #yuji x reader #soft sukuna #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen au #sukuna x femreader

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hunnysnoops · 2 months

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South Park Music HCs

What music I think the South Park characters would listen to.

Stan ✰ Kyle ✰ Kenny ✰ Cartman ✰ Wendy ✰ Bebe ✰ Heidi ✰ Tweek ✰ Craig ✰ Butters

With Spotify links!

Stan Marsh

Artists:

Radio Head

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Crywank

She Wants Revenge

System Of a Down

Slipknot

The Front Bottoms

Favourite Songs:

Atoma- Dark Tranquillity

Smokey Eyes- Lincoln

F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X- The Fall of Troy

Mr Grieves- Pixies

Misc:

Generally angsty

Gets embarrassed of his taste when he’s put on aux

He probably likes 90s dad rock

Whenever Stan listens to ‘System of a Down’ Cartman calls him ‘Syndrome of a Down’

Likes The Front Bottoms purely because he relates

Kyle Broflovski

Artists:

Dan Mangan

The Cure

Echo & the Bunnyman

Blur

Weezer

Billy Idol

Favourite Songs:

I Love You- Fontaines D.C.

Troubled Mind- Dan Mangan

The Killing Moon- Echo & the Bunnymen

Jumping Someone Else’s Train- The Cure

Candy- Paolo Nutini

Misc:

Cartman calls him a virgin for listening to Weezer

If he’s playing his music around you, he’ll sneak glances at you to see if you like it

Definitely has a poster for The Cure in his bedroom

Refuses to use Bluetooth headphones

Kenny McCormick

Artists:

Eminem

Outkast

Ini Kamoze

Car Seat Headrest

Cypress Hill

Limp Bizkit

Green Day

Favourite Songs:

Hits from the Bong- Cypress Hill

Sexy Drug- Falling in Reverse

Deadlines (Hostile)- Car Seat Headrest

Take A Look Around- Limp Bizkit

Misc:

Watches clips of Woodstock 99 on YouTube

Plays his music so loud that it spills through his headphones and gets weird looks for it

Listens to Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter with his little sister

Eric Cartman

Kanye West

T-Pain

Lady Gaga (we all saw this coming)

Rihanna

Black Eyed Peas

Oliver Tree

Pitbull

Favourite Songs:

Church- T-Pain, Teddy Verseti

Meet Me Halfway- Black Eyed Peas

I Can’t Stop- Will Smith

Bury Me Alive- Oliver Tree

Happiness is a Butterfly- Lana Del Rey

Misc:

Strikes me as the type of guy who doesn’t really listen to music

Unironically likes Oliver Tree (His music and him as a person)

Rips on everyone for their music but won’t tell them who he listens to

Lip syncs to Wiz Khalifa while flexing in the mirror

Listens to T-Pain and Will Smith to make him feel tough

Prefers podcasts

Wendy Testaburger

Artists:

The Shins

Gwen Stefani

Hozier

Grizzly Bear

Nelly Furtado

Olivia Rodrigo

Elliot Smith

Favourite Songs:

Swan Upon Leda- Hozier

Lacy- Olivia Rodrigo

Stand By Me- Ben E.King

Vienna- Billy Joel

Pocketful of Sunshine- Natasha Bedingfield

Misc:

Thunder makes her think of stan so she skips it

Relates to Vienna and probably got a small tattoo for it after she graduated

Probably has an eclectic taste and loves 2010s pop

Lets everyone else play their music while she’s driving and never complains

Stares at her ceiling and listens to Elliot Smith when she’s sad

Gets ready listening to y2k pop songs

Bebe Stevens

Artists:

Jungle

Wild Belle

Dominic Fike

Kesha

Avril Lavigne

Justin Bieber (baby era)

MGMT

Favourite Songs:

Feet Don’t Fail Me Now- Joy Crookes

Back On 74- Jungle

Memory Box- Peter Cat Recording Co.

Keep You- Wild Belle

Beauty And A Beat- Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj

Ur So Gay- Katy Perry

Misc:

Hates sad music, she’ll force herself to listen to USHER during a breakdown

Picky about her music, if someone plays a song she doesn’t like she’ll definitely skip it or complain until someone else does

Mentioned she liked Justin Bieber and then got in an argument with Cartman because of it

Never lets Clyde near the speaker

Screams Ur So Gay at the top of her lungs when it comes on

Heidi Turner

Artists:

Jack Johnson

Syd Matters

Daughter

Fleet Foxes

Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Noah Kahan

Of Monsters and Men

Favourite Songs:

Open Season- High Highs

To All of You- Syd Matters

Two Weeks- Grizzly Bear

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson

Sisyphus- Andrew Bird

Blue Ridge Mountains- Fleet Foxes

Misc:

Loves going for walks while she listens to music

Sends you songs that remind her of you

Listens to every song you send her and tells you what she likes about it

Hums when she has her headphones in without realising

Her and all of her friends love Noah Kahan

Tweek Tweak

Artists:

Billie Holiday

Billie Marten

Johann Sebastian Bach

Claude Debussy

Ludwig van Beethoven

Foals

Connie Francis

Favourite Songs:

Who’s Sorry Now- Connie Francis

Cello Suite No. 1 in G Minor- Johann Sebastian Bach

Méditation from Thaïs- Jules Massenet

Bad Apple- Billie Marten

The Lark Ascending- Ralph Vaughan Williams

Misc:

I actually think he would hater Hyper-Pop

Prefers slow/classical/instrumental songs

Listens to a lot of white noise, really specific ones like ‘Heavy Rain in Autumn Fairy Forest 9 hours’

Musical prodigy, plays piano and cello

Craig Tucker

Artists:

Nirvana

Hole

No Doubt

Foo Fighters

Pulp

Arcade Fire

Jeff Buckley

Favourite Songs:

Common People- Pulp

Malmo- Mook

Forget Her- Jeff Buckley

The Pretender-Foo Fighters

Dumb- Nirvana

Misc:

Made one playlist in eighth grade and never listens to anything else

Thinks Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain

Hates TikTok music, like genuinely.

Somewhat of a gatekeeper

Butters Stotch

Artists:

She & Him

Blonde

Kate Bush

Dolly Parton

Regina Spector

The La’s

The Mama’s and the Papa’s

Favourite Songs:

You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine- Lou Rawls

In the Summertime- Mungo Jerry

Hey, Lucky Lady- Dolly Parton

The Tide is High- Blondie

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here- She & Him

Don’t Let The Good Life Pass You By- Cass Elliot

Clay Pigeons- Michael Cera

Misc:

Songs absentmindedly all the time, annoys the hell out of everyone

Quotes the songs he listens to

Developed choreography in middle school and still remembers it

Asks people if they’ve heard a super popular song that’s all over the radio and social media out of genuine curiosity

Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Re log or comment what you think they’d listen to bc I’m genuinely curious, thanks for reading!

Also it literally took hours to add all of those Spotify links so I hope you got something out of this! they wouldn’t let me add more than 100 :/

#south park #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #bebe stevens #heidi turner #craig tucker #tweek tweak #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #headcanon #south park kyle #south park x y/n #south park x reader #south park headcanons #kyle south park #south park hcs

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simadelics · 23 days

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London, 1895

Kenneth Jr.

Today, Mr. Gresbrooke stopped by to talk to me after a meeting with Father: he explained that his daughter has told him at length about my interest in politics as well as my “studious and courteous manner.” He declared that I seem to be an intelligent young man with a good head fixed quite firmly on my shoulders, and that he's glad to hear that I have remained “blessedly untouched” by my mother’s “disposition.”

Though I cared little for the reference to Mother — the loss of her is not something I like to be reminded of, even if I think of her absence nearly every moment — I am unashamed to say I have been waiting for such an acknowledgement for some time! I know I'll work alongside him and Father one day, and I know it will make Mother proud, too.

Thomas

Richie said that Kenny is all Ethel ever talks about lately, so I asked him why, and would you believe Richie said she fancies him? Yuck! We agreed that it’s plainly gross, and I asked him if Anne fancies anyone (I suppose the answer I was hoping for is obvious!) but he just shrugged and said she’ll be married in a couple of years, anyway. He said he’ll never marry — isn't that daft — and I said I’ll definitely marry his sister, though he teased me like I meant Ethel, when I know he knew I meant Anne!

I’m gladder to have a best friend than ever; I feel like I forgot I could have fun for a while, and the Gresbrookes' country home is glorious in the summer. I’m even inspired to draw: you can guess who!

I hope I’ll be able to work on my illustrations for Mother again soon, but they only make me sad right now, and I hate to cry. I can’t wait until I’m a man, and I’ll never have to cry again.

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#and here's what the boys are up to!#cavendish legacy #cavendish legacy 1890 #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #c: kenneth cavendish jr.#c: thomas cavendish #c: richard gresbrooke #c: richie gresbrooke #c: anne gresbrooke

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totallyunidentified · 1 month

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HAPPY PROPHECY PEOPLE

Ok ok I know sad prophecies bad so I talked with the force voices and they gave me this

It’s kinda shit but idk

Spoilers for episode 10/11

So it’s the end of the season. Omega and the force kids have escaped with Emeri and Scorch and Tech has been revealed. He’s broken and hurt but obviously he has his family to help him.

Pabu…isn’t an option. The empire is there. They have been there. They know that that’s where the batch would return to. And the fact that Omega, Scorch and Emeri killed Hemcock makes them want to stay as far from the empire as possible.

They finally settle down. They get a farm on whatever planet it is that Cut and Suu ran away to. Or whatever planet they were originally going to in season one.

Hunter and Omega share a house. The other three brothers have their own. Each with their own room. They end up in the same room each night though. Comforting each other through the nightmares.

Tech works as a mechanic. He gets to spend all his time working on machines and he loves it. Phee decides to live with him and they build their own house. They spend their time inventing things and fixing the communities little whozits and whatzits together. Phee is there when Tech has nightmares about his reprogramming and time as CX-2.They never marry but are partners for life. Phee calls him Brown Eyes everyday and he calls her Pirate or on special occasions “Darling”

Obviously Tech figures out how to reverse their advanced aging. Hunter gets to grow old and watch Omega grow up.

Crosshair and Wrecker share their house for a long time until Crosshair gets fed up and becomes a bounty hunter. He only takes the big jobs that pay a lot so he only leaves for a month and then is back for a while. He never finds anyone to settle down with but is content with being Omegas older (younger) brother. Eventually he takes her on one of his hunts and Hunter just about disowns him.

Now Wrecker. Lovable sweet Wrecker. He meets the owner of the only restaurant in town. And falls madly and hopelessly in love with them. They cook, they are sweet, they love Wrecker and he loves them. He moves into their apartment over the restaurant and they get married have 3 kids together who all love their Aunt Omega.

Now Omega and Hunter.

Hunter gets his normal life as a father. He gets to grow old. Something he never thought would happen. He gets to watch his daughter grow up from a little kid on Kamino to a young woman blossoming in a beautiful galaxy. He gets a farm where he can hide in the hayloft when his senses get overwhelmed. He like Crosshair doesn’t think he’ll ever find a life partner. Until he meets the female owner of the farm closest to them. It’s on site, but they grow to respect each other and agree to disagree. It’s later on that they finally realize they like each other and get married. Hunter already has grey hairs but neither care. Both are content to finish growing old together. Hunter raises Omega in a steady home without the fear of her being taken ever again.

Omega gets to grow up. Without fear. Without looking over her shoulder. She helps Hunter on the farm and is in her mid 20s when he marries his beloved. She realizes that she misses her life exploring and seeing the stars. She joins Crosshair on some of his bounty trips but decides her time is spent better elsewhere. She doesn’t like the idea of having to take people without their consent. Even if they are bad. She falls in love with, to her brothers absolute horror a pirate Liberator of ancient wonders as she likes to call them. They travel the galaxy together seeing every planet that Omega never imagined. She always comes back with samples for Tech, treasures for Phee, exotic food for Wrecker, random packs of toothpicks for Crosshair, and stories for Hunter to be told around the campfire.

Every-time she comes home it’s a celebration. Wrecker and his partner bring food and their children, Tech and Phee bring the latest invention for everyone to play with, Crosshair doesn’t bring anything other than himself, Hunter and his wife set up a bonfire together joking and teasing each other about the correct way to stack the wood. The families all come together and sit around the campfire. Swapping stories as the Batch recall their time during the clone wars. Before everything that happened. Before they almost lost what they all held so dear. Family together, now and always.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #tbb spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb season three #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #Evelyn’s prophecies #something happy I hope #sorry if this is shit

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highdreaming · 1 year

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I read the last scenario you wrote and I had an idea from the request , maybe a trio with pedri and gavi but this time it's a love relationship not friendship?

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

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Pedri/Gavi x (female) reader

AN: Anon, I suggest you prepare yourself for a sad ending 💔 also I've included here the other anon with the jealous request. Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

This is going to be the worst scenario ever. Pedri and Gavi are best friends, practically brothers and it’s so unfair that they had to fall for the same girl.

Imagine: you start off as friends with the boys and as time progresses, not only your friendship with them gets stronger but all of you end up catching feelings for each other.

Your feelings are so confusing cause you genuinely like both boys but deep down, you don’t want to risk your friendship with them over such an insignificant matter so you try your best to ignore your emotions.

But little do you know that the boys also start harboring a crush for you.

Pedri and Gavi initially keep their crush a secret, not even telling each other about it.

But it soon becomes obvious that they both like you when another team member mentions how cute you are, only to be met with deadly stares from both boys.

They are both protective of you, always accompanying you everywhere and hanging out together.

By this time, fans are more than used to see you always around the boys whenever they get a chance to get an autograph with them.

They are also quite touchy with you. Gavi always has an arm around your shoulder while Pedri loves to hold out your hand or give you his Barca shirts.

When they have to go play in another place, they make sure to spam you with messages and pictures, so you don’t forget about them. And they always call you whenever they can.

But Gavi is definitely the clingiest from the two. He’s like a little kid with you and he gets very insecure if you try to ditch him for other friends. Pedri is more mature but he also enjoys your company a lot.

Initially, they both assume that they’re all just friends and that’s why the other one is being so clingy with you.

Literally there’s not a single time where you hang out with just one of them cause the other one always finds out and decides to tag along.

Both of them would end up so exasperated that they can’t get a single time alone with you, cause it’s always the three of you.

Gavi would probably end up confessing to Pedri that he likes you, oblivious to Pedri’s feelings for you.

Pedri, as the oldest, would step back and restrain his love for you. He wants Gavi to be happy and if his happiness means not being able to have you, then so be it.

But then he’d be much colder towards you, your friendship with him getting weaker until he barely talks to you.

Gavi will eventually confess and while you’re beyond perplexed, you do like him back and soon you’re in a relationship with him.

Don’t get me wrong, Gavi is amazing but you also love Pedri. You know that you could never have both so you shut down your feelings for Pedri, but it doesn’t mean you forget him.

You still love him dearly yet you chose to move on, but Pedri and your love for him are still deeply concealed in the depths of your heart and he always will.

He’ll be there when you share your first anniversary with Gavi, when you officially wear Gavi’s shirt as his girlfriend in public, when you kiss Gavi down the aisle and Pedri is still there to meet yours and Gavi’s daughter, when she is born.

Always with a melancholic smile on his face as he sees the love of his life with his best friend.

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severalforraelee · 1 year

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The Girls Part 9: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credits to Reddit

Word count: 3,717

Written by raelee / Posted March 26

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“Do you like the orange slices?” Charles asks Ada, putting more onto her plate. She demolished the last ones that he gave her in seconds.

I guess I never realized it, but I’ve never given the girls oranges before. I’ll eat an orange if it’s one of a few options, but it’s not a fruit that I seek out at the grocery store. It wasn’t until Charles showed up to spend summer break with us, announcing that he read in a baby book that introducing them to a wider variety of food at a young age makes them less picky eaters once they’re older, that we really started to buy a wider range of fruits and vegetables.

I grin as Ada immediately lifts a fistful of orange to her mouth, shoving her tiny hand in.

“What about you, Lucy?” He questions our other daughter.

My gaze turns towards her and I can’t help the belting laughter. Her tiny nose is wrinkled as she holds a cube of orange between her thumb and pointer finger, as if assessing if this is really what dad gave her for breakfast.

“She hates it,” Charles chuckles, watching as she sets it back down on her tray and leaning back in her seat. “I’ll get you some grapes instead, Lucy, hold on.”

I can’t help but stare at his muscular back clad in a black T-shirt as he enters the kitchen, immediately reverting my eyes to my laptop screen as he looks up from the counter to meet my eyes.

Since a few nights ago when Charles and I took those tests and had an argument yet not an argument afterwards, it’s been pretty quiet. We’ve been spending the days with the girls, doing activities in London, or he’ll spend time with them by himself if I have school or work. Truthfully, it’s been nice having him here. I don’t have to worry about being able to afford a babysitter, or getting a phone call from a babysitter that pulls me out of class or work. I have time to focus on my homework without feeling absolutely exhausted from skipping out on hours of sleep.

At the same time, it kind of makes me sad to have him here. It reminds me of how different things could have been if I told him that I was pregnant. Whether or not I would have stayed with him, I would’ve had support from the start- I would’ve never had the worries that I did for almost two years of working part-time, being a full-time student, and a full-time mom.

But, you know, character growth and all of that.

A knock at the door snaps all four of our heads towards it as Charles puts the cut up grapes on Lucy’s plate.

“Who’s that?” Charles questions.

“I don’t know,” I admit, standing up, “Did you park in the street again? It might be the neighbor telling you to move.”

“No, I didn’t.”

I swing open the door, a beaming face greeting me on the other side.

“Lando,” I cheer, pulling my brother into a hug.

He drops the duffle bag that I just noticed was clutched in his grasp, winding his arms back around me to return my hug. His arms squeeze me tightly, so much so that I gasp out, “You’re choking me.”

He lets go with a giggle. “Sorry.”

I step aside to let him into the apartment, and he leans down to grab his bag first.

“I wish that you had a peephole on that door, it’s not safe to just open it,” Charles comments as I close the door behind Lando.

“Charles?”

The brunette looks up from where he’s crouched down and wiping Ada’s face with a washcloth, mouth dropping and eyes widening as he makes contact with his fellow driver. “Lando?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Charles stands up straight.

“I’m here to visit my sister and nieces,” Lando gestures towards us with disbelief, raising his eyebrows. “Your turn.”

“I’m here to visit my-”he pauses, not sure how to refer to me. “Y/N and my daughters.”

“How long have you been here?” Lando questions, using a tone that I can’t place my finger on as he creeps forward to place kisses on the top of Ada and Lucy’s heads.

“Only a few days,” I reassure him, pulling Lucy out of her chair and into my arms as she begins to whine.

“Why do you have your bag?” Charles inquires, just noticing the black piece luggage.

“I’m going to be staying here for a week or two to help Y/N with the babies.”

“You are?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “When were you going to ask me that?”

“Now?” He questions sheepishly.

“No, that won’t work,” Charles looks as if he’s figuring out something in his head. “I was planning on staying here for a week or two as well.”

“And when were you going to ask me that?” I ask at the same time Lando asks, “You are?”

“I figured that you would have gathered that by now,” Charles has a sheepish expression as well.

“You guys couldn’t have talked with each other to split it up or something? I need help more than two weeks a year,” I look between the two teasingly.

Lando doesn’t respond, grabbing Ada from her high chair as Charles just gives me a tight-lipped smile.

I immediately regret the joke. I know how tense things have been between Lando and Charles since Lando found out that Ada and Lucy are Charles’ kids and since Charles found out that he got his rival’s sister pregnant. Neither of them will really talk about their strained relationship with me, but it’s still easy to tell. Both from the lack of the other’s name in conversation when they used to be close friends, to the pictures and videos of them lowkey avoiding each other on the grid.

My gut fills with guilt everytime I see those pictures and videos.

“I do only have a two bedroom apartment, and figuring that neither of you want to sleep with two toddlers, I don’t know what the sleeping arrangement is,” I shrug.

“I can just sleep with you and Lando can take the couch,” the Monaco native suggests.

My brother instantly narrows his eyes at him. “And why would you be the one sleeping with her?”

Charles now looks unsure at his suggestion. “I figured that you would not want to sleep next to your sister.”

“And why would you just assume that?”

It’s quiet as Charles and Lando stare at each other, the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I feel suffocated.

“You two could just share the bed and I’ll take the couch,” I weakly joke.

This time Charles doesn’t even give me a smile.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.

The rest of the day is somehow relaxed. Lando’s friend, Max, is in town so he leaves to go karting with him that afternoon and to grab some dinner afterwards. By the way that he looks dead tired when he gets back that night, I don’t think he wanted to be out nearly as long as he was, but it was a good way to avoid spending time with Charles.

Charles and I had taken the girls to the park where they kept asking him to push them on the swings, so by the time we got back, he was also exhausted and decided to take a nap on my bed.

And that’s how we figured out the sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, uh,” Lando stops at my words as he heads down the hallway towards my bedroom. He turns around, raising his eyebrows at me and my unsure tone. “Charles is actually sleeping in there.”

His eyebrows rise higher, if that’s even possible. “You’re letting Charles sleep in your bed with you?”

“Lando,” I sigh, tired both emotionally and physically myself. Having to deal with the tension between Lando and Charles along with everything that I normally have to do, enhance the relationship between Charles and my daughters, and enhance the relationship between Lando and my daughters has exhausted me.

I don’t have it in me to fight tonight.

Lando can tell, his eyes softening as they meet my own. He runs a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’m just going to take a quick shower and then I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Thank you,” I step forward, winding my arms around his torso. “I really appreciate it.”

By the way that he doesn’t hug me back right away, I can tell that he’s surprised that I initiated a hug. Slowly his arms move around me and we stand in my apartment’s short hallway, hugging each other.

“Goodnight.” I pull away, shooting him a smile before cracking open the door to the girls room to make sure that they’re still sleeping.

“Goodnight,” he whispers back.

“Mama brought the good snacks today,” I tell the girls, pulling the cups of Cheerios out of their diaper bag.

“Snacks?” Ada leans over the edge of her high chair to look at what I’m holding.

“She’s your daughter for sure,” Lando teases.

I shoot him a glare as I hand one cup to Ada, the other to Lucy.

“What do you think the car will be like after summer break, Lando?” Charles questions.

Charles can tell that I’m uncomfortable by the tension between him and Lando. We both understand why it’s there, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. We decided on doing this lunch out today with all five of us to hopefully alleviate some of the tension, but considering Lando stayed out as late as he possibly could yesterday to avoid spending time with Charles, I don’t know how it’s going to go.

I don’t know what to do in this situation. I don’t know if I can handle another two weeks of this awkwardness- and I don’t want either of them to feel pressured into leaving early. I want Uncle Lando to get to know the girls and the girls to get to know Uncle Lando, and I want the girls to get to know their dad and Charles to get to know the girls.

“Why are you asking?” Lando asks coldly.

Charles glances over at me. “Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh. I wasn’t sure if you were trying to get insider information or something.”

Charles sucks a breath in through his teeth, deciding not to say anything to that.

Charles is trying, that much is clear. He’s not making up excuses to avoid spending time with us, he’s trying to engage with Lando just to get snide or quick responses. I can’t help but notice and appreciate all of the effort that he’s putting in to repair the relationship with my brother.

But Lando is giving him nothing back, and as angry as I am with that, I really can’t blame him. We hid a relationship- really, a situationship, from him for months and it had quite a catastrophic impact- two catastrophic impacts, actually.

My eyes slide over Charles’ shoulder to the teenage girl sitting at the table behind him, her phone’s back camera pointed towards us. She’s smiling and posing, like she’s taking a selfie, but once she pulls her phone down and leans in to whisper to her friend, I can tell that she used the back camera and not the front.

I frown at that, tugging Lucy’s bucket hat just a little bit lower to cover more of her face. I understand that she’s most likely taking pictures of Lando and Charles, since it’s not often that you see not only one Formula 1 driver, but two out in public, but I also know that it’s more than that. Ever since that video of me, the girls, Charles, and all of the other drivers went viral a couple of months ago people have been trying to figure out what the situation is.

They obviously recognize me as Lando’s sister, but they’re really curious to know what my relation to Charles is. And if it was just that, I wouldn’t care that much. I wouldn’t make my Instagram public, that’s for sure, but I also wouldn’t be so anxious every time I left the house. I care so much because of my babies. I don’t want their faces plastered all over the Internet, people judging them or doing even worse just because of who their dad is. If my girls want to be on the Internet, I want them to make that decision when they’re older. Not because some teenage girl took a photo of them while they’re trying to eat lunch.

I zone back in, realizing that we’ve been in an awkward silence for the last couple of minutes while I was focusing on my worries. I know I should say something to start a conversation, but I’m distracted by everything going on in my head and nervously eyeing those around us. The waiter arrives, dropping off our meals.

“How are things going with that girl?” Charles inquires, stabbing into his salad.

My head snaps up to look between the two. Lando keeps his eyes on his grilled chicken in front of him and Charles is looking at him, eyes yearning for Lando to make eye contact with him and begin the fun banter that they used to have.

This girl is obviously something that Lando told Charles about when they had a good relationship, and Charles is reminding him of the girl to remind him of their once good relationship.

“Why? Do you want to stick your dick in her, too?”

My jaw clenches at his words and Charles can’t hide his eye roll, returning to his salad. Lando looks up and between the two of us, seeing that his joke obviously didn’t land.

“What? It was a joke,” he defends.

“Well it wasn’t funny,” I hiss, looking back over Charles’ shoulder to see if the teenage girl heard what he said.

“Are you okay? You haven’t touched your pasta, yet,” Charles questions me.

My eyes move back to him and I give him a small smile and a short nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

When I reach over to fix Ada’s bib, a movement catches my eye and makes my stomach turn. A man a couple of tables away from us is clearly holding up his phone in our direction, his finger pressing on the middle of the screen. He has no shame, blatantly taking a picture of our table.

Somehow, Lando and Charles don’t notice, or at least don’t comment on it, and I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat. I clench onto my thigh under the table with one shaking hand, trying to quell the anxiety that’s starting to fill my body.

I hate this.

I hate being in the spotlight- I always have, that’s why I was Lando’s behind-the-scenes assistant- and now I’m being forced back into it, and even worse, my daughters are being forced into it.

I feel like screaming, crying, throwing up, hell, throwing this bowl of pasta at that guy for his rudeness. But I know that’ll only draw more attention to me and that’s the last thing that I want.

So I reach out to brush down Lucy’s hair with my palm, calming my nerves.

The next two weeks go by smoother than I thought they would. The first couple of days were a little rocky- both Lando and Charles would watch the girls while I was at school or work which would result in quite a few arguments.

Lando actually ended up leaving during the day for a couple of days, giving Charles time to reflect on how to repair his relationship with Lando, and to realize how hard it is to be a single parent to two toddler girls.

They then got into a little routine where they would switch off every other day, one of them watching the girls one day and the other watching the girls the next. It gave them enough time to relax and not be overwhelmed, yet also allowed them to spend individual time with Lucy and Ada.

Their commitment and dedication to watch the girls allowed me to relax as well. I was able to work my full shifts without worrying about getting home in time for bedtime. I was also able to get ahead on homework, which has never happened before. Usually I’m doing it hours before it’s due.

It’s the last night before both Charles and Lando have to go. Lando’s heading over to Woking to visit McClaren’s factory and Charles is going straight to Belgium to prepare for the next race.

User1: Charles and Lando spotted in London the other day with Lando’s sister and two toddler girls. It was speculated based on a video posted a few months ago that the toddlers are Charles’ babies [image attached]

User2: yikes, that’s Lando’s sister????? Looks like she’s gained weight

User3: and arrogance and stupidity, if the rumors about her keeping charles from his daughters are true

User4: i never understood what he saw in her. Those poor girls look exactly like her :(

User5: they deserve a better mother than her

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I read more and more comments, stabs attacking my heart as I read the mean ones about my girls. I may have messed up by not telling Charles about my pregnancy, but Ada and Lucy don’t deserve to be treated as poorly as they are right now.

And honestly, neither do I.

None of these people know the whole story, how can they say such awful things about me without even knowing me?

I wipe the tears building in my eyes, exiting my bedroom and heading towards the living room. I’m shocked to find Lando and Charles sitting on the couch, silently watching TV together.

“You both are here tonight?” I tease, taking a seat in between them. It’s not like they give me much option, they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

“We figured we’d spend our last night here with you,” Charles responds, swinging his arm onto the back of the couch behind me.

Lando gives him a look but he doesn’t move it. We watch TV together quietly for a couple of minutes before Lando clears his throat.

“I was talking to mum the other night,” he starts.

I don’t respond.

He continues, “She said that she’d really like to see Ada and Lucy.”

“Funny how she tells you that and not me,” I retort, keeping my eyes forward. I can’t help the way my jaw clenches and eyebrows furrow in anger. The nerve of that woman.

“She was just worried about how you would react if she brought it up to you,” he tries to reason.

“Sounds familiar.”

I was so worried to tell my family that I was pregnant. It tore me up inside and I threw up on multiple occasions, partly because of anxiety and partly because of morning sickness, whenever I thought about doing it. When I finally did, well, we know how poor my relationship with my family is now.

My brother sighs, then takes a deep breath, obviously working up the courage to say something. I see Charles look between us out of the corner of my eye, worry clear on his face. He doesn’t know the full situation, but by the way Lando and I are speaking, it’s obvious that something happened related to my family and my pregnancy.

“I just think it wouldn’t hurt to take the girls home to see the family,” Lando suggests.

“Shut up, Lando.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be the one to make a bigger effort! I mean, look at me, I’m here-””And I didn’t ask you to be here,” I growl, standing up and whipping around to face him. “Sometimes, your dad avoids eye contact with you for months because you’re pregnant, sometimes, your mom accidentally texts you instead of your sister calling you a slut, sometimes, it’s not worth it just to be somewhere because you end up leaving family dinner, crying the whole way home because they judged you for your pregnancy the whole time. And sometimes Lando, just sometimes, I want someone else to make a bigger effort. I want someone to check on me, I want someone to hold me, I want someone to be okay with the fact that I had two babies with Charles fucking Leclerc without making any judgement. And I’m sure as hell not getting that at home.”

My feet are moving before I can even realize it, closing my bedroom door gently behind me so that I don’t wake up my sleeping daughters.

Look at that, I have more consideration for my daughters in a second than my mother has had for me in months.

I lean against the wall, huffing wildly to calm myself. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I push them down, not wanting to cry for the second time today. I especially don’t want to cry over people who don’t even care about me.

The bedroom door opens softly and the Monaco native steps inside, closing the door behind him. He swivels around to face me and opens his mouth, concern coating his eyes.

“I’m fine, Charles, don’t worry about me,” I wave him off.

He steps closer and I blink faster, willing the tears down.

“Seriously, I’ve been dealing with their bullshit for years, I have it under control.”

He takes another step forward, arms winding comfortingly around my waist.

“I have it under control,” I repeat through a sob, wanting deeply to believe those words.

He pulls me into his chest and my arms move around his torso, hugging him as close to me as possible. One of his hands reaches up, cradling the back of my head into his chest. He sways us back and forth comfortingly as I weep into his chest, all of the pain from my family escaping me.

And you know what?

It feels good to have a shoulder to cry on.

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Good and Evil (Porco Galliard x Tybur!Reader)

Word count: 7 834

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: In a rather unfortunate twist of events, you end up inheriting the War Hammer Titan instead of your older sister Lara.

Good and Evil

The rich silver moonlight was spilling into the otherwise dark bedroom, making everything seem a little bit nicer. Every poorly lit corner of this damned room seemed so familiar and foreign at the same time. You’ve never spent that much time here – in this bedroom or this house alone. Well, at least not for the last couple of years.

Liberio, the town you were born and raised in, became an almost complete stranger to you. You loved coming back, even though leaving again was more than painful. But you had no other choice. You were the youngest of the Tybur children, Willy and Lara’s younger sister, who was born years after your parents stopped hoping for another child.

Maybe that’s why they needed to always keep an eye on you. Always keep you in a perfect golden cage, so nothing would happen to you. They still saw you as their precious innocent daughter, who only does what her parents demand from her.

„You okay?“ Shivers ran down your bare back when a very familiar male voice spoke from behind you. When you looked over your shoulder, while you were sitting up in bed, your eyes landed on the silhouette of your lover. „You seemed a little lost in your thought the whole evening.“

„I don’t want you to go,“ you said in a quiet voice.

„Back to the front?“ You nodded and pulled the duvet closer to your chest, your eyes meeting with Porco’s. „You know I have to go. The war is far from over, unfortunately. We still have lots of battles to fight.“

„I know, but...“

„Y/N,“ Porco said and sat up, moving a little closer to you. One of his strong arms hugged you from behind, his lips pressing to the warm skin of your shoulder. You knew he’ll have to go soon. Despite that, you dreamed about waking up in his arms on a nice slow, and sunny morning. „I get where you’re coming from. But you need to understand me and my situation as well. Even if I didn’t have to go back, what would you want me to do? We both know there’s no way your family could know about us.“

You swallowed hard and brought your knees to your chest. Anxiety and sadness were starting to creep up on you once again. „I’m tired of hiding and sneaking around. We both deserve to be happy.“

„I am happy,“ Porco whispered against your skin, hugging you tighter and pulling your back against his chest. His head rested against yours, while he found one of your hands and interlocked your fingers. „And that has to be enough for now.“

„But it’s not. Not for me. Not anymore.“ Those words hurt you, but you needed to say them out loud. You needed Porco to know, how you truly felt. Being honest with one another was always very important to you. „I don’t want to live like this anymore.“

Porco sighed quietly, pressing his lips behind your left ear. „What exactly do you want me to do? What would make you happy?“

„Living a normal life. With you.“

You and Porco met way back, almost ten years ago, when you still lived in Liberio and the both of you were just kids. Being friends with him was always a little bit strange. But you liked spending time with the younger one of the Galliard brothers. Since Willy and Lara were a lot older than you, they never really wanted to spend time with you. So you pretty often wandered around the town and looked for somebody, who would play with you. Of course, only after slipping past your family’s guards, who always lurked around the residence.

One day, you came across the military headquarters of the Marleyan military. There you met a group of kids, who were heading home, amongst them Porco and his older brother Marcel. You walked them all the way to the gates of the Internment zone, asking a lot of questions about their military training.

From that day forward, you kept coming back and walking them back to the gates. You got to know the other Warriors the same way and were so grateful for your new friends. Even though they lived very different lives than you. Despite that, you formed a unique bond with all of them – even Annie, who took the longest to warm up to you.

„That’s not possible right now, we’re at war and nobody knows how long it’s going to stay this way,“ Porco said, his lips gently brushing against your ear.

„Porco, we’ve been at war for almost three years now, I’m very well aware of what’s happening.“

After Porco wasn’t chosen to inherit a Titan and go to Paradis, the two of you got even closer. Day by day, your relationship was getting stronger... and when you both turned seventeen, it started becoming intimate like never before. You were drawn to him, just like he was to you. Even despite everything, especially your family moving again from Liberio.

Staying away from Porco for days, weeks and sometimes even months was the hardest and most painful thing. You missed him dearly every waking hour of the day and hoped to at least see him in your dreams. So when there was a chance to come back to Liberio, you took it and always snook out to meet with Porco, who you loved more and more every day.

„There is nothing I can do right now, you have to understand that. I’m a Warrior, serving Marley has to be my priority.“

You nodded, feeling tears start to dwell in your eyes. „I’m tired of always being second. Tired of losing to this shitty situation.“

„What?“

„Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m never your priority, Porco. Maybe once I was, but not anymore.“

You felt that something between you changed during these last few months. While you still loved him just like before, you felt something... something strange but unimaginably painful. He was changing and there was nothing you could do, to prevent that. Even when you tried to understand his situation and new obligations, which came after he finally got one of the Nine Titans.

You felt that you were slowly but surely losing him.

Nothing about your relationship seemed the same. Except... except the overwhelming love you still felt toward Porco Galliard, the new Jaw Titan. That love was still there, inside your heart and your whole being, threatening to suffocate you many times, while you cried about your situation.

„I love you,“ he whispered. But it didn’t sound like it used to before. Now it was merely an automatic response and a way to shut you up when you started talking about something similar.

You shook your head. „You don’t love me like you used to.“ All your words were quiet and full of sorrow, which was trying to claw its way from the center of your chest. „I’m not stupid, I can feel it, Porco.“

When he stayed quiet, the very first tear of that night rolled down your cheek. The silence broke your heart all over again. Foolishly, but you hoped he would say something. You hoped he would object.

Porco took a deep breath before he spoke. When he pulled away from you and let go of your hand, a sudden strong wave of paralyzing pain shot through your whole body. „You know that this thing between us has no real future,“ he finally said, his voice sounding somehow distant but sad at the same time. „You’re a Tybur, basically a nobel everyone admires and praises. And I’m just an Eldian. A weapon for Marley, nothing more.“

„Not for me.“ He laughed quietly and quickly got out of bed. You didn’t dare to look in his direction, while he was searching for his pants on the floor. „When did it happen? When did you stop loving me like you used to?“

Another long moment of silence made you want to scream in frustration. You were so naive when you thought that your relationship with Porco would grant you a happy future. Your love was never destined to last, that was the harsh reality you refused to see for so many months now.

Like a stupid child, you held onto broken promises and empty words. Long lost dreams and imaginary fairytales you kept telling yourself to numb the pain and emptiness inside your soul.

„I don’t... I don’t know,“ Porco said finally, his voice only a whisper.

„And did you want to tell me? Or was I supposed to figure it out on my own?“ Your cold tone made you sick, but suddenly that was all you were capable of. That or having a complete breakdown right there in front of him. „Did I do something that made you feel this way?“

You desperately wanted and needed to know. Only for Porco to stay completely quiet and let you guess all of the answers on your own. He was never cold or heartless, not to you, no. Never to you. Maybe that was the reason your heart felt like it was ripping into millions of tiny pieces. Just a few hours back, when his hands and lips were all over your body, you couldn’t even think about a similar conversation. Better said... you didn’t want to. All you wanted and needed, was to feel him close to you after so many months.

„Many things changed these past few years, us including,“ Porco finally said. When you looked at him, he was almost fully clothed again. Only his jacket with the red armband was missing. „I still love you, I really do. But I think we need to go our separate ways from this day forward. I’m returning to the front to fight for Marley and you should...“ he swallowed hard, visibly battling with his words. „You should find someone, who your family is going to approve.“ His defeated expression with a tiny sad smile made many more tears run down your cheeks. „I think that will be best for the both of us.“

You wanted to scream, cry and beat some sense into him. Everything he was saying was nonsense. Wasn’t it? Who cared about your family and their approval? You wanted Porco, nobody else. It’s been that way for many years and it wasn’t any different now.

„We can talk when I come back from the front. Maybe after the war is over.“

You didn’t say a word. All your strength and attention were focused on wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. Porco heard you sob quietly but did nothing to comfort you.

„I’ll always love you, but this is going to be the best for the both of us.“

„Sure,“ you muttered under your breath. „If you think so. Keep telling yourself all these lies. I’m simply not buying it.“

Porco sighed. „Don’t make this unnecessarily hard. We’re both in pain, Y/N. Don’t make it even worse.“

„You know what?“ you asked quietly, hugging your knees tightly. „I always thought, that you wanted the same thing as me. I thought you wanted to have a future with me, to build a family one day.“ You felt so stupid for all of the times you dreamed about your future with Porco. It was all just a dream and you were the only one dreaming it. „I believed, that you would fight for me and for our love. I... I...“ your voice broke for a moment, all the emotions making it hard to breathe. „I always thought, that you would do anything, to keep me in your life. Even come to my parents and ask for their permission to marry me.“

It was obvious, that there was something Porco wasn’t telling you. That’s why you gave him time to gather enough courage to speak up. Porco wasn’t a coward, at least that’s what you thought. However, when he didn’t utter another word and simply headed for the door, you felt as if he was a complete stranger. Not somebody, who tried to convince you about his love only a short while ago.

You heard him mumble something right before he opened the door and slipped out. Coldness was radiating from his every move. You saw him battle with himself to look back at you at least one last time, but his pride, or whatever it was, won. He closed the door after he left the room and left you with a pain so unimaginable, you were sure you won’t see another day.

In just a couple of minutes, your life completely fell apart and lost all meaning. The only thing... only person, who made you excited to wake up every morning, was gone.

„Hey,“ said your older brother in a calm voice, while he rested his hands on your shoulders. You were so mesmerized by the raindrops slipping down the cold window glass, that you didn’t even notice him coming into your room. „I didn’t want to say anything at first, but now I really worry about you, Y/N.“

„Why?“

„Nothing makes you happy anymore. You barely smile or even talk to us. Mother and Father worry about you as well, even Lara seems concerned.“ You shrugged, resting your forehead against the window. „We both know, that this is going on for many months now.“

„What do you want me to say, Willy?“ you asked him, looking over your shoulder and right into his face.

„I want you to talk to me about the things that bother you. Just like when you were little. You always came to me or Lara, when you needed something. And we always tried to help you the best we could.“

Yes, he was right. They did their best when you needed something. Since they were both many years older, they had priceless experiences. And most importantly, they loved you and wanted you to have the best life possible.

Or at least that’s what you always thought.

And then it all changed, almost a year ago. Just a few weeks after Porco Galliard broke your heart. The time for naming the new inheritor of the War Hammer Titan came out of the blue – at least for you. The others already knew, how it was all going to happen. They decided without you. So when your paternal uncle’s life was coming to an end, your family broke the big news. It was you, who they found the most fit for this „noble“ role.

„And I will never forget that. I love both of you, this is nothing personal.“

„Am I supposed to believe it?“

„Believe what you want, I don’t care.“

Since Porco and you broke up, nothing was the same.

Most of your days were spent shut away in your room – crying, regretting many things, and battling many dark and sinister thoughts. And it all got worse when you became the new War Hammer Titan. Your family wanted you to train and learn to use its powers properly. But learning to control a Titan, let alone one with so much power was harder than you ever imagined. But maybe just because you weren’t really trying. You had no energy and motivation for that.

After all, the War Hammer Titan wasn’t meant to fight anyone. Not during these times you were living. It simply became a family heirloom, that needed to be kept safe and passed down every thirteen years.

„Why am I even here, Willy? I don’t have anything to do with this.“

„You do, dear sister. Just because you are the strongest person in our family now. And you swore to lend me this power whenever I’ll need it,“ Willy reminded you, running his hand up and down your back. His voice seemed calm. Maybe too calm given the situation. „Now that time came.“

You stayed quiet, searching the rainy Liberio street for any sign of life. Sadly, it seemed as if you and Willy, the oldest and the youngest of the Tybur siblings, were the only ones here.

„I don’t need you to do or say anything, Y/N. I’ll do the talking, you are just going to stand there behind me and keep quiet.“

„So I’m going to act like a scarecrow?“

Willy nodded. „Basically, yes.“ He leaned closer to you and pressed a little kiss on top of your head. Just like when you were little. „I don’t expect any problems, it’s going to be a meeting like many before. But it’s always good to have a few tricks up my sleeve, don’t you think?“ You didn’t even move a muscle. „It’s good to give certain people a reminder, that we as a family possess such power.“

„I never wanted this,“ you whispered, closing your eyes and swallowing all the pain and sorrow that were trying to suffocate you. „And you knew it more than well.“

„Don’t forget what you did, Y/N. After that, there was no other way.“

„What did I do? Fall in love? Was that really so bad, that you had to punish me this way? I gave up my life for this family, I only have twelve years left, nothing more.“

Yes, your parents and siblings found out about your previous relationship with Porco. Well... they didn’t know, who exactly you were in a relationship with. You successfully kept that a secret. But how did they find out, that you recently had a lover? Shortly after you and Porco broke up, you found out, that you were pregnant. And hiding something like that wasn’t possible. Not in the Tybur household.

Since you didn’t want to tell who the father was, your family automatically assumed, that it was a filthy Eldian. And when you didn’t object, you basically signed your own death. If you didn’t want to end up disowned and stripped of your name, which guaranteed you many important rights, you had to obey and do everything your parents asked you to do.

You gave up your unborn child and with unimaginable emptiness in your heart and soul ultimately gave up your own life as well. Why? Because you were scared, lost, and hurt. You had nothing and nobody. Not really. Not in the way you needed.

Going through these events changed you beyond recognition. When you looked into the mirror, you barely recognized yourself. However, the saddest part was, that your family saw it too, while they probably had no regrets about their choices. They didn’t act like they would regret putting you through so much suffering.

„How can you act like nothing happened, Willy?“

„I don’t act like nothing happened. I’m just doing my best to navigate the reality we live in now.“

„The reality all of you chose for me.“

With these words, you slipped past your brother and made your way to the dresser. Willy watched you pick out clothes for the evening and then left you alone to change into them and get ready. In the end, it didn’t even matter what you were going to wear. The only important piece of clothing was the full-length black cloak with a massive hood, which hid your face more than perfectly. Despite that, you had to wear a white porcelain mask, that symbolized the War Hammer Titan.

Nobody could know, who in your family had this power. It was like that for many, many years and you had no other choice than to follow these rules.

So once again, you did what you had to. You got into a carriage with your brother and headed for his meeting together. While he talked to the merchants and some politicians you didn’t know, you were standing by the door and keeping your mouth shut. You didn’t even pay attention to what they were talking about.

Your only responsibility was to be there in case those people needed a reminder, of who the Tyburs really are.

The meeting was long and tiring. While it lasted, you silently battled the emptiness inside of you, which gradually turned into tears. You could feel them sliding down your cheeks underneath the mask you hated so much. All you wished for, right there at that moment, was to simply drop dead and never open your eyes again.

You weren’t a person anymore. Just a weapon for a family that probably hated you more than anyone for one simple mistake.

For falling in love with someone, who you still couldn’t get over.

After four years, Marley finally won the war and everything was supposed to return to normal. You dreamed about that day many, many times. But you never imagined yourself being trapped in the life you were living now. You never imagined being nothing more than a weapon. A walking corpse with a still beating heart.

Your relationship with Porco Galliard was still on your mind. There wasn’t a day when he wasn’t on your mind. Your heart remained in pieces and your soul was colder than ever since the day of your break up.

„I’m glad you were able to make it today,“ you said kindly, forcing a smile on your lips.

„It’s good to see you again,“ Porco said, resting his back against the chair. It was him, who contacted you right after he came back from the front and said, the two of you should meet. So you both agreed on today. „Although...“

You gave Porco a sad smile. „Just say it, I won’t get mad. I know I look more than horrible.“ He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. „But you look good. As good as always.“

His offer to meet up shocked you. But you didn’t even consider not accepting it. After all, you longed to see him again. To see his face and hear his voice. Telling him about what happened since you broke up wasn’t your plan. You never wanted him to feel the pain you had to go through. And you certainly never wanted him to know, that the two of you could have been parents.

„Why did you agree to meet up with me?“ Porco asked a little hesitantly, his light hazel eyes studying your face. Today, you actually put effort into getting ready and made sure to look as presentable as possible. „I didn’t expect a positive answer. Better said, I didn’t expect any answer from you at all.“

„I wanted to see you, that’s it.“

„You’re not mad about what I did to you?“ When you shook your head, he seemed to be taken aback. That probably wasn’t the reaction he was counting on. „I see the way you look at me right now. Don’t tell me you’re not mad about how I acted a year ago when we saw each other for the last time.“

„No, I’m not mad, Porco,“ you answered without hesitation, nervously playing with your fingers. „I’m really not mad at all.“

„But what I did...“

„What you did... you hurt me and broke my heart. That’s what you did. I’m still hurt, sad, and confused about why it had to happen. But I’m not mad,“ you tried to explain your feelings to him, without saying more than what was necessary.

You were more than glad, that he was sitting there right opposite of you. The only thing that separated the two of you, was a small table of the local coffee and tea shop. Back in the day, Porco used to take you here for dates. Many beautiful memories were tied to this place. And it felt only natural, probably for the both of you, to meet here once again. Under many different circumstances, however.

„Do you expect an apology from me?“

„More like an explanation,“ you said, watching him run his right hand over his hair. It was smoothed back perfectly, just like every other time. For somebody, who just recently came back from war, he looked more than good. He was still the same handsome young Warrior you fell in love with many years ago. The same person you still loved deeply. „I want to understand what happened between us.“

Porco took a deep breath but ultimately failed to start talking. He kept looking at you, gazing into your eyes and probably searching for the girl you once were. The one he once loved. The realization, that she no longer existed kept hurting you over and over again.

„What happened to you?“ he asked almost too quietly, reaching out his hand towards you. But before he was able to grab your chin or touch your cheek, you pulled away. „I barely recognize you, Y/N.“ His words were full of pain and his eyes overflowing with concern. „Don’t take this the wrong way, but you used to be so astonishingly beautiful and full of life. Full of love and light. And now...“

„I know,“ you said before he could finish.

„What happened? Who did this to you?“

You shook your head and gave him a weak smile. „Let it be, please. That’s not important right now.“

„Your family?“

„Porco!“ you hissed, looking away. It already took almost all of your energy to pretend, that you were doing more than just surviving or waiting for death. With him asking questions he already knew the answers to... „Let’s just settle everything between us finally and then... go our separate ways once again, I guess.“

All you wanted, was him and only him. You still wanted the life you dreamed about in the past – a life with Porco Galliard as your partner. Despite him, and now you too, being a Titan Shifter. You would do the unimaginable, to have that life. To have him back, even if only for a couple of years.

„Okay, so... what do you want to hear? That I’m a coward, who simply got scared? Who didn’t want to burden you with my fate? How was I supposed to marry you, when we both know I’m going to die in a couple of years?“

„I never cared about that and you knew it,“ you objected immediately, your heart filling with even more pain, as you listened to his every word. He didn’t even dare to look you in the eyes all of a sudden, which only made the situation worse.

„But I did, Y/N,“ he said, clenching his hands into fists. „I did.“

„It wasn’t fair, you know? What you did to me... to us.“

He nodded. „I know that now. And I can assure you, that I’m suffering because of how stupid I was back then.“

„Would you take it back if you had the chance?“ you asked, but maybe it would be better not knowing the answer. For almost a whole year you hoped he regretted what he did and said. But you also feared he had zero regrets and actually was much happier than when you were a couple.

„Every single word. Even the ones I never said out loud.“

„That’s...“ You didn’t even know what you wanted to say. During the last year, when you thought about meeting Porco again, you thought you were ready. But now everything was different. Much more complicated. „Why is it so hard to find the right words all of a sudden?“ you asked with a quiet laugh.

„I’m asking myself the same question.“

„There is so much I wanted to tell you. So much I wanted you to know. About me and about us. But... right now... nothing seemed important anymore. All I know is that I... that I still... I still love you. Just like before all of that happened. I love you the same way I loved you a year ago and I know, that it’s never going to change.“

„I never stopped loving you. Quite the opposite. From that day forward I...“ Porco shook his head with a nervous smile and grabbed one of your hands, which was resting on the table. At first, you wanted to pull your hand away, but feeling the warmth radiating from his skin made you feel at ease. „I thought about you every single day. Even on the battlefield when I was fighting.“

„Wasn’t it distracting?“ you joked a little and that surprised the both of you.

„Motivating,“ Porco corrected you and squeezed your hand. „When I was thinking about you, I knew I needed to push forward under every circumstance.“ Holding hands was something that always helped you keep calm. „I knew I had to come back and try to make things right with you.“

„So you want to... you think we should try it again?“

He seemed hesitant, his eyes full of worry but also full of love. „I don’t know, Y/N. If you look at it, nothing changed during that year. You are still you and me... I am still me. We both live in a completely different world and we both know what my future holds.“

„That doesn’t change anything, Porco.“

„It changes so many things. Our whole future.“

„I love you,“ you said, looking straight into his face. „And I want to give our future a shot. Even if all we have are a couple of years.“ The urge to tell him the real truth about everything, every single little thing that happened over the last year, was growing stronger and stronger. He deserved to know, at least some of the things.

But was it the right time?

Did you really want to risk ruining this moment?

„You have to forget me and think about your future with someone, who is not going to leave you in a couple of years. With someone, who your family is going to accept by your side.“

„I don’t care about their opinion, Porco. Not anymore.“

The little coffee and tea shop was buzzing with life. People were coming and going, but nobody paid any attention to you or Porco. For them, you were just another young couple. Nobody knew anything about your lives. Nobody knew your story and all the pain behind it.

And that made you wonder how many of those people suffered because of something similar. How many of them had their heart broken by a partner or their family? How many of them changed because of the pain they weren’t able to chase away? Because of the pain, which was so intense it seemed unbearable and unending.

You were opening your mouth to speak up... to tell him the truth about the baby you were supposed to have, and about you being the new War Hammer Titan. But you bit your tongue in the last possible second and instead gave Porco the warmest smile you were capable of.

It felt better that way.

You didn’t even want to imagine him hurting and suffering the way you did.

„Look, I can’t force you to do anything. If you think, that it’s better if we stay apart... I’m gonna accept it. I just don’t want to argue anymore. I don’t want us to hate each other,“ you spoke at last, trying to take a couple of deep breaths to keep yourself calm and present at the moment.

„We can still be friends,“ Porco got out in a quiet voice, his index finger drawing tiny little circles onto your skin. „I don’t want you to disappear from my life completely.“

Deep down in your heart you knew, that it was the only way. Leaving Porco behind was the only correct thing to do, if you wanted to spare him from all that pain. But never seeing him again... that idea felt as if somebody was ripping your heart from your chest once again.

„I know you’ll have a wonderful life, Y/N,“ Porco spoke again, his thumb grazing over your left ring finger.

„What does it even mean, Porco? How does a wonderful life look like these days?“

He bowed his head, clearly not having the right answer. „I’m afraid you’ll have to ask someone else,“ he chuckled.

Sitting there and holding his hand felt so right. Once again, you felt like a younger and much, much happier version of yourself. Even if it only lasted for a couple of short minutes. Being with Porco reminded you how it felt to be truly alive.

And you missed that feeling dearly and instantly when you and Porco said your goodbyes for that day. On the other hand, you were glad he didn’t have more time and had to go. With all of the emotions floating around you were mere seconds from spilling all your secrets, just so he could help you carry your suffering.

The night was mercilessly cold and almost unending, filled with thick dark clouds, loud thunder, and millions of raindrops. Sleep was avoiding you at all costs, because the only thing you were able to think about, was your meeting with Porco in the morning. When you closed your eyes, you could still feel his hand holding yours. You felt his warmth and his reassuring presence.

But when you opened your eyes once again, the only thing welcoming you back into reality was your old bedroom in the Tybur’s residence in Liberio. The whole family was here – your parents and siblings, even Willy’s wife and kids. You loved your nieces and nephews to bits, every single one of them. But they were always a handful. So full of energy all the time, that nobody could keep up with them.

A festival was set to take place in a couple of days. That was all you knew for now. Better said, that was all Willy wanted you to know. Your place was once again right behind his back, hidden under a mask and ready to threaten anybody, who even tried to disrespect your family.

You were so lost in your own thought, that the quiet knocking on one of your windows went completely unnoticed. But just until that someone knocked a bit louder, finally catching your attention. With furrower brows and a confused look, you threw one of the blankets over your shoulders and went over to the window. Right there, outside in the cold and pouring rain, was Porco Galliard. His hair was all wet and sticking to his forehead, his clothes drenched from rainwater.

„What the hell are you doing here?“ you asked and quickly opened the window. He was standing on the ledge under your window, holding onto one of the thinner decorative pillars which ran around the whole house.

„I forgot something pretty damn important in the morning.“

„What...“ Before you could finish what you were saying, Porco leaned in through the now-open window and pressed his lips against yours.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his waist, to keep him from falling off, while he leaned even closer to deepen your kiss. Was it really a whole year since you kissed his lips for the last time? Because when you closed your eyes at that very moment, it seemed as if no time had passed.

„I love you,“ he whispered a little out of breath, while you rested your foreheads together. Porco kept one of his hands on the back of your neck as if he feared you would run away. But that didn’t even occur to you. „I never stopped and I never will.“ He said something similar during your earlier meeting as well. But right now his words were full of completely different emotions.

Without saying anything, you just kissed him again, one of your hands cupping his cheek. Feeling his lips against yours could never get old. It has always been one of the best feelings in the entire world. Right from the moment the two of you kissed for the first time.

„Come inside, you need to get those wet clothes off,“ you say, quickly giving him one more kiss before you help him climb inside. This wasn’t the first or the second time Porco has done that. By now he knew how to avoid the guards and sneak past them, to climb up into your room.

As soon as his feet touched the floor in your bedroom, his hands were on your hips, his lips once again in contact with yours. Without even thinking about closing the window to keep the cold out, you pulled his jacket off and tossed it onto the floor. The red armband on his sleeve was forgotten and never once thought about it during the rest of the night. For you, it meant nothing at all. The only important thing was Porco himself.

It was all so easy.

Almost too easy.

Easy to get all of his clothes off, just like many times before. Your fingers knew all too well what to do, while your lips stayed in touch with his, or while they were leaving sweet small kisses along his neck or jaw. It was as if the both of you stopped thinking completely and let your bodies be led by love and desire.

Porco’s warm hands worked magic with your body, he seemed so confident in every single thing he was doing. He knew you. Knew your body and what it liked and asked for. Soon all of your troubles were forgotten, even if only for a short time. Just until the two of you stayed tangled in between the bedsheets, enjoying moments filled with tenderness and affection. And love... so much love it actually made your head spin.

„What will happen next?“ Porco asked, his fingers playing without your hair, while your head was resting on his bare chest. Both of you were still a little flushed and out of breath, but also completely content and maybe even happy.

„I don’t know,“ you said, drawing little circles on his skin with your index finger.

„Do we just get back together? Despite knowing that...“ You lifted your head and kissed him before he had the chance to finish his words. You didn’t want to hear it. Or talk at all.

„What about we just enjoy tonight? And not think about anything else.“

You wanted to be with him. So, so, so bad. But looking back at the mess your life was, wishing for a future with Porco was silly. The Tyburs would never accept him into the family and with you owning the War Hammer, there was no chance that they would let you leave. Even if you and Porco ran away, they would find you. Probably anywhere in the world.

All you truly had, was that one night. Nothing more and nothing less. Only those couple of hours until the storm passed and the sun started to rise. And you spent those hours very wisely. Without talking and worrying, only by enjoying the presence of one another.

Felling his warm body pressed up against yours felt like the most beautiful dream come true. He spent hours playing with your hair or kissing your body in different places. All while you let your fingers trace the muscles all over his body, just to remember them better. You even risked looking him straight in the eyes for longer than a few seconds. And only because you wanted to remember their light hazel color forever. For as long as you’ll be alive.

Watching Porco get up and put on his clothes early in the morning was truly one of the most heartbreaking things you’ve ever had to face. Because while he probably thought, that you can have more nights like this one, you knew better. You knew, that this never could happen again.

But when you were saying your goodbyes, you made sure Porco didn’t suspect anything. Not even when you kissed him for the last time, while your already shattered heart was breaking all over again. Before he left, you lied to him, that you’ll have some important business to attend to with your siblings, so the two of you should meet sometime after the festival. Only because you hoped, that by that time you’ll be far away from Liberio once more.

Away from him and from everything you so desperately wanted to experience only with him by your side.

When you and Porco kissed for the last time that morning, it never even occurred to you, that you truly won’t get another chance to taste his lips ever again. You never thought that you’ll watch as a Titan eats your own brother right before your eyes. Although Willy was preparing you for some kind of unexpected attack during the festival, you never imagined something similar.

„Promise me something,“ Willy said just a couple of minutes before he stepped onto the stage and began the long-awaited performance. You could see fear like never before in his eyes. „Whatever happens, you keep on fighting and keep on living.“

„As if I had such a long life ahead of me.“

„Y/N,“ he sighed, took a step closer, and pulled you into a tight hug. His actions surprised you, but you soon wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him back. „We both know what may happen in a couple of minutes. And I don’t want us to part on bad terms.“

You shook your head, quietly burying your face into your brother’s chest. It was better not knowing the reason why you came to Liberio this time. Because after he told you...

„I hope you’ll one day understand, why we chose you to be the next carrier of the War Hammer Titan. It wasn’t out of anger or hatred, please, never think that.“

„Our parents gave me no choice, Willy. And you know it, you and Lara were there as well. And you sided with them, not with me. None of you cared about what I had to say about all of that.“

There was something you never told him. And you were contemplating, if this was the right time. If this evening really turned out to be your brother’s last, it would be better to stay quiet. Better not to tell him about the pain you felt every single time you looked at his children – your beloved nieces and nephews. You would give your life for them, but every time you saw Willy or his wife with the kids, you remembered what you were forced to give up. You remembered the baby you were supposed to have with Porco.And in those moments you hated your parent and siblings to the point, that you could...

When it all happened, there was no time to even mourn your brother’s death.

You felt sick to your stomach, as you looked around and saw all those people – crushed and bleeding, on the verge of dying or already dead. Even you were injured pretty badly when Eren Jaeger attacked Liberio in his Titan form. But since you had titan powers yourself, it wasn’t such a big deal.

Not when you had to transform almost immediately and use the Har Hammer’s powers like never before. Eren was a skilled opponent, you had to admit that. Even more, when his devilish comrades from that damned island came to help him. But you did your best until the very end. You used all the power your Titan had and fought for your family and your homeland. Even the Marleyan military tried to help you before they had to face the attack from the Devils of Paradis. Commander Magath and his men were there, to make sure you devour Eren and become the new Founding Titan.

As you fought Eren Jaeger, you felt all of Marley’s eyes on you. Horrified civilians and the whole military were counting on you to put a stop to all of this madness. Just like everybody was counting on the other Warriors and their Titans.

At one moment, you were so close. All you needed, was one last hit to finish him off and gain his powers. But that same moment was the beginning of the end. Your end. Before you knew it, everything was in ruin and the crystal you were safely sealed in, was in your enemy’s hands. All kinds of different emotions overcame you, when you heard the War Hammer’s body fall to the ground, as the Attack and Founding Titan picked up the crystal from underneath the ruins.

That’s when you saw Porco’s Titan attack for the first time. He almost succeeded... almost.

You felt tears full of pain run down your cheeks, as you simply couldn’t do anything to help him. You couldn’t even help yourself. Eren was the one, who held your fate in his hands. And he very well knew, what he wanted to do with you. You tried to strike against him one last time and hold him in place, by using the last bits of your Titan’s powers. But after that, you could only watch and wait.

For death or redemption you probably never deserved.

Before you knew it, Eren was tossing the Jaw Titan around like a toy. You heard yourself scream Porco’s name as loud as you could until your voice gave out. But that changed nothing. Eren didn’t stop. He had a mission and he was determined to complete it. Basically... your life meant nothing to him, just like his life meant nothing to you.

So after he took care of Porco and tore all of the Jaw’s limbs off, he showed your crystal right into the Titan’s mouth. Between his exceptionally powerful teeth, which could bite even through metal or other similar strong surfaces.

Your crystal included.

You weren’t sure if Porco saw you inside the crystal. If he got to find out, that it was you all along. But you could swear, that you heard somebody scream your name just seconds before unimaginable pain took over your whole body and before everything went black before your eyes for good.

What did you feel in those final moments? Besides pain, a huge wave of relief washed over you. You never thought that you would die like this. But at least it mean that your suffering was finally ending. The crown, which was placed on your head forcefully, finally fell off and out of the reach of your family.

Maybe... maybe it was better this way.

Maybe... just maybe there was never good and evil. Only many different kinds of evil wearing mismatched masks while pretending to be good.

So when your consciousness faded away for the very last time, you actually felt a little smile form on your lips, just seconds before your tears were mixed with blood.

Right there, amongst the ruins of the city you were born in, Porco Galliard ended your life, when his Jaw Titan snapped your protective crystal to tiny pieces. And all that was left of you – the girl he so sincerely loved – was devoured by Eren Jaeger.

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