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[okkottsus]

We’re doing this for you Weiss! But i don’t care anymore. I’ll snap you out of it, and then i’ll never talk to you again! 

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[mssainz]

PART 4 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: Angsty

AN: A little backstory about YN , a flashback from five years ago. Thank you guys. I appreciate all your comments. Let me know your reaction and if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love y'all!

It's done. You are now divorced. You are no longer Mrs. Sainz. You are sitting on the bed feeling empty, looking at the bedroom floor.

So what now?

You grabbed your phone on your side table and dialed your Mom's number. It took a few rings before your Mom picked it up.

“Mom, I'm going home.” Your mom didn’t say anything and hope you have a safe flight.

You didn’t wait for a second and immediately grabbed your luggage. You gently fold all your clothes and stuff them into your bag. You then went to the bathroom to grab your skin care products and other toiletries. After making sure that all your things are complete, you zipped and sealed your luggages. You saw the gold commitment in your ring finger and a shiny diamond one you got when you said yes.

“You two are way more expensive than filing a divorce,” You whispered and scoffed at yourself. You removed your necklace, then your rings, and made them as a pedant.

“Maybe, I can take you to an auction. Engagement and wedding ring from Carlos Sainz.” You let out a painful laugh before putting the necklace in your bag. Your finger feels strange without them, after wearing them for almost three years.

You put on the most casual outfit you can grab, a black trousers, white shirt, and a black cap. You also put on a face mask to hide your face. You don’t want any paparazzi following you at the airport. You just want to leave in peace and make a simple statement of your break up. Being questioned about what happened and explaining everything is the least thing that you wanna do. It feels like squeezing lime on your opened cut.

You arrived at the airport earlier than your scheduled flight. Gladly, there are only a few people in the vicinity. You sat down in the waiting area and unlocked your phone. You deleted Carlos' phone number and even blocked him in all of your social media accounts. Painful for you but you also deleted any contacts of his family, his father, mother, and even his siblings. You also unfollowed anything related to Formula 1. But you didn’t unfollow some of the drivers that you are close with.

After almost a day flight, you finally arrived. It feels great to be back in your home country. Your mom fetched you at the airport. She initiated some small talks on your way home but didn’t dare to mention anything about your divorce. She wants you, yourself to open up about it if you are comfortable to talk about the whole situation.

You proceed to your old room after getting out of the car. You and your mom brought your luggages in your room and began unpacking them. You opened your closet and saw your white coat hanging. It has your name with MD on it. “Emergency Medicine,” you whispered as you read what's on your coat. Warm tears started falling from your eyes.

“What did I do wrong, Mom? I gave up my career for him. I let this go to be with him. I chose another path of my life and tried to settle down, followed him to the other side of the world. How could he do this to me?” Your mom looked at you and stopped unpacking your bags. She is disheartened, staring at you sitting on the floor, hugging your knees. It is her first time seeing you cry and break down after everything that happened. She is actually worried about you as you didn’t show any tears when Carlos filed the divorcement papers, when you found out about your baby, and after everything. It’s like your emotions shut down. You were just filled with mixed feelings and couldn’t even process it as everything happened so fast.

She walks towards you and sits beside you. She didn't say anything, she knows that words are not what you need right now. You need ears, who can listen to you.

“I hate myself, Mom. I let myself be fooled by a man and I'm now fucking pregnant with his child. He doesn't even know, I'm having his own blood and genes. And I don't even know where to start with my life again. I have nothing left, Mom. I am such a mess,”

She can feel how broken you are. She hates seeing you cry and hate yourself for something you are not the one to blame.

“I sold all my properties in Madrid, even the coffee shop Mom. I can't go back there. I can't be in his hometown. I can't even bear the thought of breathing the same air he breathes. I can't Mom, I don't wanna.” Your voice is broken and so you are. Your words are nearly inaudible and your face is filled with glistening tears which can't seem to stop pouring. Your sorrow left you having difficulty catching your breath.

“He knows how cheating and lying was my last straw. He always knew that. He knows about Dad, what he did and how he left us, Mom. Why did he have to repeat the same history as he did? Why do I have to go through this again? Why do I keep catching men in my life kissing another woman? How can they put me in this position?” You are on the verge of hyperventilating from crying. Hence, your mom gently held your arms and made you face her eyes.

“Baby, look at me. Breathe, my love,” She started exhaling and inhaling with you to calm your nerves down and control the pace of your breathing.

“Mom, I don't know what to do. What should I do?” You asked her while she was wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“You don't have to do anything, my love. You don't need to know what you should do at the very moment. I just want you to take care of yourself. Just have a meal, take a shower, and rest. Mommy got you, okay? I always do.”

She pulled you into her arms to give you a safe space to cry. Her words gave you an inner peace, a reminder to take it slow. You don't need to know what the future holds for now.

“And stop saying you have nothing left. You have me, honey. You have this,” your mom said before putting her warm hand on your belly.

I have Cael. When I thought I had nothing left, I had him. He is the only one I can call my own.

YN'S Private Instagram Post

"my sunshine Sebastian Cael Sainz"

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AN: Should YN put the necklace in an auction? Just kidding. Please unhide your accounts guys, I can't tag you if its hidden huhu. Thank youuuu!

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[rene-is-an-insomniac]

"I don't think I'm built to be the one to love you."

Lyney X Reader Angst 1,528 Takes Place during Act 1 when he his Fatui upbringing came to light because of his trial. I wanted to wait until all the Lyney angsty fics about you finding out he's in the fatui in Act 1 to die down before posting this :p I hope you enjoy, my Lyney fics tag is right here. Have a good day or night!

The courthouse was in shock as the Outrice Scale decided the verdict for the twins. As he read off the card, hushed whispers exploded throughout the courtroom.

The Oratrice tilted up and turned blue, delivering the verdict.

According to the Judge of the Oratrice Mechanique D’Cardinal, Lyney and Lynette are officially declared not Guilty.

The performance before them causing the courtroom to burst into applause. An hour after the trial ended, word began to spread about the twins. Most were positive about them being declared innocent, while most were negative because of their background and area of work. 

The day during the trial, you were waiting at a restaurant for your boyfriend to arrive from his performance. He had one show today, only from 5-7 pm. Getting close to the time, you made your way to the restaurant.

 "Isn't that the girl who's dating that Fatui?'' The daughter of the nearby merchant came up with the register paper in hand. Going through, she stopped at a specific page. 

"Here she is!" The girl and her father looked back and forth between the paper and you. The stares grew as you fidget with the bag in your hands.

"Uhm, yes, I am Magician Lyney's Significant Other." Instead of smiles and excited gossip, gasps filled the air of the restaurant you were entering. Hushed whispers and glares were sent in your direction as you went to tell them about your reservation.

"Hey, we can't serve you here, sorry." You look surprised, thinking she was confused. Looking around, you see a bunch of open tables.

"But you have space?" She shakes her head, saying that those were reserved.

"You can try a different restaurant." She walks you out of the restaurant, sending you back to the streets. 

An uncomfortable pit sat in your stomach as you took a deep breath to calm down. You can make a different reservation somewhere else, no problem.

Usually, they say that you're lucky to be dating Lyney. Whenever there's a reaction about you being his partner, it's always positive. 

You shake your head and continue onto the next restaurant. You receive the same reaction from the next restaurant. The owner came out to yell at you. This continued on and on, making you more uncomfortable by the minute.

After going through countless rejections, you decide to make your way home. No one would accept your reservations. You hope Lyney isn’t too disappointed by the change of plans. 

As you pass through the streets, a drink is poured over your head. Shocked and embarrassed, you look up, surprised at the group of girls surrounding you.

"That's for my brother!" A girl yelled before kicking you to the ground. Overwhelmed, your eyes get blurry as your breath hitches.

Things get blurry as you hear them mock you for standing up. 

How dare the damn Fatui sit here feeling bad for themselves?

My brother suffered because of you!

You clutch your body in pain as you try to keep your thoughts together.  Rushing through the streets, you try to make your way home. You could hear the insults being thrown by the other people as you passed by them. 

“Demonic Bitch.” A man working at one of the shops mutters as he lets his dogs loose on you. The dog growls and begins to chase you in the opposite direction of where you need to go. 

Some laugh at your circumstances as you rush to find a safe spot. The hotel that Lyney is associated with comes into view; maybe you could hide there for right now. You rush past the hostess and make your way inside. Some rich bystanders look at you as you try to catch your breath. 

“Uhm, Name?” A hostess approached you with a look of concern. 

“Sorry, it’s a bit chaotic out there; can I stay here for a bit?” She nods and seats you before walking off to get your food. Thanks to your boyfriend, you have access to the hotel and even discounts. Since only certain people are allowed in, no one should try to harm you. You looked around at the scenery as you waited for her to come back with your order.

“Isn’t that Lyney’s lover?” 

“Yeah, I heard that ever since people found out about his court case, they started harassing them.” It looks like word gets out quickly around her.

 You see them glance towards you before ending their conversation. You sigh, tuning out the talking from others in the hotel.

You weren’t even sure if Lyney was Fatui to begin with. Yes, that could be true, but rumors can sometimes be wrong. You decided to put that thought on hold until you could locate your boyfriend. 

“Here you are, Name, a fruit tart for you.” She places the food and drink on the table for you. 

“Have you seen Lyney today?” 

“Last I heard, he was still at the Opera Eclaisse. He won't be out until his trial is over.” You nod, thanking her as she walks off to greet the next guest. 

You dig into the food with a small sigh. Hopefully, when you see him tomorrow, this will all be a little misunderstanding. It’s not like he’s actually working for a terrible organization like them, right?

The day changes to night as more customers begin to pile into the hotel. Surely, his trial should be over for the night? You pay for your items and exit the hotel. Some Steambird reporters surrounded the area; once they heard the door open, they turned towards you.

“Name, can we have a moment?” You give a polite smile before walking quickly in the direction of where you live. A few persistent reporters follow you for a moment until they allow you to leave.

Was Lyney really this person that everyone thought was evil? 

As you approach your house, you see it littered with items. Letting out a small sigh, you remove the items before making your way inside. 

You decide to wake up the next day to catch him before he’s on his way to work. Halfway there, he meets you as he and his siblings just exit their house for the day. They freeze, glancing at you before greeting.

“Hello Name.” Lynette gave a polite nod, and Freminet waved a little bit. As soon as they go, your boyfriend and you are alone.

“Hey.. darling.” His hair was a bit of a mess, and his eyes were puffy as he turned to face you. Lyney responds nervously as he approaches you. His hands tap on his arms as he tries to take deep breaths. His eyes stare at something else, as he does not make eye contact.

“Hello Lyney.” Nervously, he looks up, meeting your eyes. His breathing slows down as he takes in your expression before giving his normal smile to you. 

“Can I ask something?” He slowly nods, giving you his full attention. You frown at seeing the sweet look on his face. The adoration he has for you falters slightly.

“Is this about the papers from Steambird?” He grips your hand tightly, almost trying to comfort himself. 

“Newspapers? No, it's about the people from the court yesterday.” A confused look comes onto his face as he stares. You let out a small sigh, recounting the events from yesterday.

His expression evolves from worry to anger before returning to his gentle look. His hand tightens on your wrist with each word that you speak. Your Lyney, who normally looks at you with honesty and sweetness, looked at you guilty. 

"Lyney, do you know what they mean? What is the House of the Hearth?’’ His expression darkens as he lets out a small sigh. 

“It’s where I grew up.” You hold on to him as your heart drops. You remember their words about Fatui.

“The Fatui, are they associated with the House of the Hearth?” He pauses before nodding, confirming the fears you held.

All those things that those people yelled at you for were true, and they weren’t lying. Your heart sped as you backed away from your lover’s hold. A look of sadness spread across Lyney's face as you created distance from him. He reaches out to retake your hands in his, as you cover your ears. 

How dare the damn Fatui sit here feeling bad for themselves?

My brother suffered because of you!

Everyone seemed to know who your boyfriend was before he even told you. Lyney, Fontaine's famous magician, was a child of Fatui. You weren’t even directly involved with the Fatui, other than dating one of the members.

Did the people of Fontaine care? You could spend all your time doing every interview to prove them wrong, only to have them look at you like some thief or evil person. You look up, your eyes meeting lilac colored ones. Did you really want to spend the rest of your life with a target on your back? 

You let out a small sigh walking up to him. His expression lightens as you allow him to relink your hands together.

“Darling, I think it’s best if we don’t see each other again.”

#genshin lyney #genshin fic #lyney x reader #lyney angst #lyney x you #fontaine act 1 #finiding out lyney is fatui fic #adventures with a magician boy from a quiet villiage

[walker-extended-universe]

In Another Life, I Would've Loved Doing Laundry And Taxes With You

Chapter 1: Take My Hand, Don't You Dare Let Go

Relationship(s): Castiel/Cassie Perez, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Tags/Warnings: Season 7, Isekai, Universe Hopping, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Canon Compliant, Marriage, Angst, Cliffhangers, Falling in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort

Summary:

Cassie has gotten really invested in a new show "Supernatural". During her latest binge watch, she wakes up in a world that appears to be the actual "Supernatural" universe- and she knows exactly where she is in the timeline. She makes the executive decision to pick up Castiel and be his new "wife" before Dean comes to pick him up to heal Sam- but she can't make herself stay behind when events actually start to unfold. How will this affect the rest of the season? How long can she rely on her memory to prepare her for the future? And what will happen when the inevitable season finale rolls around?

Written for AU-gust 2023 Prompt 28- Isekai

Taglist (if you would like to be added, let me know!): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cassie munched on her popcorn while watching the drama unfold on the screen in front of her. She couldn’t look away for longer than it would take her to refill her bowl or go to the bathroom.

After she finished watching Hawk’s Shadow for the tenth time, she finally admitted she needed a new show to get into. After browsing through Netflix for a while and growing ever-more disappointed that all the shows that seemed interesting had only one or two seasons with major cliffhanger endings, something caught her eye.

Supernatural, a show following two brothers that hunted monsters following the unnatural death of their mother, was a show she’d heard about before but never had the time to get into. She looked at the episode count in the menu and it seemed daunting, but her research indicated it had a final finale instead of a last-ditch cliffhanger, so she decided to give it a shot. 5 episodes in and she was hooked. In the past few months, she’d binged through most of the 15 seasons.

The credits for the episode she was currently watching started to roll and Netflix had the audacity to ask her if she was still watching. A glance at her phone told her that she probably should stop for the night. But… She was almost at the season finale. It would be better to end her session on a big episode like that so she could spend the next day digesting it, right?

Yes. She was still watching.

As the previews for the next episode rolled on, Cassie felt, and did her best to ignore, the pull of sleep. Despite her best efforts, she fell asleep about halfway through the episode and the roar of the impala lulled her into a deep slumber.

Cassie woke with a start the next morning, fumbling for her phone and cursing herself for falling asleep. She was going to have to figure out where she left off and mess up her Netflix history and-

She wasn’t on her couch. Nor was she in her bed. Well, she was in a bed but she knew it wasn’t hers. In fact, this didn’t look like her apartment at all. And the phone she just pulled off the charger didn’t look like hers either. It was a slightly older model (not that she always had the latest one) and had a different, generic home screen.

Where was she? Where was her stuff? And what the hell had happened after she fell asleep last night?

—---

After a lot of poking around on the internet (did it always have this few ads?), Cassie could confidently say that she did have an identity as Cassandra Perez here in this strange world. But that was where all the similarities ended.

This Cassandra Perez lived in Colorado, for starters. Her parents were dead and she was an only child. She also worked as a dance teacher at the local community college, not in law enforcement. She’d never been to Texas and never worked with anyone named Cordell Walker, not that her partner seemed to exist in this world.

Who did exist in this world? Sam and Dean Winchester. And a certain trenchcoated “man” who went on a Word of God spree before disappearing earlier this year. Oh, and also that year was 2011, not 2023.

She may or may not have had a major panic attack after piecing all that info together.

Once she calmed down (and called off work for the next few days), she tried to get her bearings. All the information pointed to her somehow ending up in the Supernatural universe via falling asleep on her couch. If she was remembering her Supernatural timeline correctly, recent events would put her right at the beginning of the season 7 plotline. Castiel was believed to be dead and Sam was dealing with hallucinations of Lucifer and his time in Hell. Oh, and the Leviathans were on Earth and planning to turn humanity into willing livestock via a special additive in processed foods that not only made them fat and lazy (or, well, more so than average) but also killed any humans that had undesirable traits like cancer and being skinny.

Was there ever a better time to pick up a vegan diet?

But there was something else. It didn’t hit her until she attempted making breakfast the next morning (she couldn’t, because apparently TV fridges aren’t magically full of food every morning if you actually live in TV land). That something else was that Castiel wasn’t actually dead. He was going to come out of the water at some point, somewhere in Colorado, with no memory or clothing.

Yes, someone was supposed to find him. She knew that. But she also knew that she wasn’t supposed to be here. What if that changed things? What if she somehow took the place of the person who was supposed to find him (and that fireplace/sitting room did look familiar….)

She looked up the nearest rivers on her laptop, then grabbed the keys for a car she’d never driven before, and went searching. 

—----

She’d found Castiel climbing out of a river into a jogging trail near her house. She called it an act of God because, really, what were the odds that he’d be in the first place she checked? If there was anything she knew about Supernatural, it was that everything happened for a reason. She took him home, got him cleaned up, and ordered them pizza (because her fridge was still empty).

“I don’t remember anything,” Castiel said. “Not my name, where I came from, why I was naked in the river…. There’s just nothing.”

“Well, you remember how to use the bathroom so there must be something up there.” Cassie winked and set a full plate of pizza in front of him. “We’ll figure out your memory stuff later; right now you need to recover and then we need to get you some clothes,” she said, gesturing to the robe that didn’t really fit him.

He nodded and started nibbling on a pizza slice. “Thank you for doing all this. I know you don’t have any responsibility toward me.”

She shrugged. “Maybe. I just…. You need help. And I want to help you. It’s…kind of a thing I do.”

“It’s very kind of you. I may not remember much about the world but I know it would be a better place if there were more helpful people in it.”

Cassie turned around (because she needed to clean up the pizza box not because she’s blushing) and hummed. “Maybe so. Anyway, finish up eating and we’ll get you settled back into life in the real world, alright?”

She needed to tread carefully. She’d seen the show. She knew how this story ended. In a few months, Dean Winchester was going to show up and take Castiel (or, rather, Emmanuel) to the psychiatric hospital to fix Sam. Castiel would take on Sam’s hell trauma and be left a shell of himself until it was time to take on the Leviathans. Then, they would both end up in Purgatory. The story was already written. She couldn’t change it. She just needed to play her part.

She wondered if this impending sense of doom and ‘if only’ was how Sam and Dean felt when they were staring down the apocalypse.

—----

“I need a name,” he said a few days later. “I can’t remember my own name but I’m going to need one if I’m going to live in this world.”

“Well, we can get one for you.” Cassie said. “You want to just look up a baby name website or go with a basic John Smith?”

Castiel frowned. “I don’t think ‘John Smith’ is appropriate. I need a real name.”

“Okay then.” Cassie got her laptop and opened the web browser to find a baby name website. “Let’s get you a name.”

They tried a few different baby name sights but nothing really stood out to them. She noticed that the ones he liked but claimed didn’t “fit” were more biblical, so she went to her bookshelf and grabbed a bible. “Maybe we can find something for you in here,” she said, handing it to him. “Have a look. I’m going to make dinner, okay?”

The next morning, he’d found his name. Castiel.

—-------

Cassie knew she shouldn’t let herself get attached. She knew that one day, Castiel would have to go off with the Winchesters and play his part in saving the world. She knew her part in his story was only supposed to be temporary.

But, as she’d learned long ago, her heart was rarely as smart as her brain.

It was one thing to watch him on the show and think his quirky behavior was kind of endearing. It was very different to be with him in person and see every side of his person.

Sure, he wasn’t technically himself at the moment. But, even without his memories, he was still Castiel at his core. He was self-righteous with a strong moral code. He did his best, even if he fumbled. He was a bit awkward and a bit of a failure but he made up for it with his heart and enthusiasm.

It was hard for Cassie not to fall for him, if she was honest.

It’s not like there was any flirting. Even as a human with no memory of his angel self, Castiel didn’t seem to have his angel capabilities. Castiel was just existing. And yet….

Castiel would keep the house clean so Cassie didn’t have to worry about it when she came home from the dance studio. He always had dinner hot and ready for her when she was out of the shower. He packed little snacks for her to eat at work (“I know you don’t give yourself enough time for a full meal.”). He dutifully sat and watched Hawk’s Shadow with her (the fact that her favorite show existed in this universe was confusing but she wasn’t questioning it), even if he didn’t get any of the references. For the first time in a long time, Cassie felt like she was in a real relationship with someone. Who cared if that someone was an amnesiac angel from another universe?

She tried to enjoy it, even as the dread of their impending doom ticked closer with each passing day.

—-----

“We need a reason to be living together.”

Cassie looked up from the morning paper. “Do we? I mean, can’t we just say we’re roommates?”

“I don’t pay rent.”

“You’re a friend I’m letting couchsurf.”

“I don’t surf and you don’t have a couch.”

“That’s not-” Cassie sighed. “Do we really need an explanation?”

“People will have questions, surely. We need an answer for them.”

Okay, maybe he had a point. Luckily, there was an easy solution to this. “What if I was your wife?”

“My….wife?” Castiel tilted his head. “You would do that for me?”

She shrugged. “Sure. I mean, I like you and I want to help. Besides, what’s the alternative? I buy you a suitcase and you just go off on your own? That’s not right. Anyway, I’ve got the day off tomorrow so we can just go down to the courthouse and-”

“Cassie, wait.” Castiel grasped her hand. “You really don’t need to do that.”

“Maybe I don’t need to. But I want to. Besides, my abuela’s been on my ass about getting married forever; you’ll be helping me too.” And also I’m slowly falling in love with you and I’m terrified of the fact that I’m going to lose you in less than a year.

“Well, if you’re sure….”

“I am.” Cassie grabbed his hand. “Let’s go get married.”

—---

They didn’t find out his healing abilities until later. Or, rather, Castiel didn’t find out about his healing abilities until later. Cassie was just wondering when they would pop up and how he would start his traveling healer enterprise.

She was cleaning the gutters (seriously, what was the point of living in TV land if you still had to do everything yourself???) and fell off her ladder, right onto her arm. Her pained cry drew Castiel from the house and he rushed over to help her.

He helped her sit up and gently held her arm. “It feels broken.” He gave her a sympathetic look when she winced. “I-I should call a doctor….”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Just- Sit here with me for a bit?”

“Of course.” He carefully held her broken arm, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

Then, she felt it. A cool feeling enveloped her arm and she gasped as she felt the bone knit itself back together.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Castiel asked, brow knit with concern.

“I- I think it’s fixed,” she said. “I… I think you fixed it.”

“But- That shouldn’t be possible. How did I….? I just knew I wanted your arm to be healed….”

She swallowed hard. This was it. The next part of his story. The part where he became a traveling healer so Dean could find him again. The part right before he was ripped away from her home and off into oblivion. And she had to play along. “And you healed it. You have a special gift.”

Castiel stared at his hands. “I… I have a gift. A gift of healing….” He looked back at her. “I need to share this gift with others. I- There’s so many people sick and dying, or who can’t afford medical care…. I can help.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, you can. And you should. I… We’ll figure something out about that. Together.”

As they went inside to start planning, Cassie tried to ignore the sinking feeling of regret in her gut.

—-----

She knew this day was coming eventually. She knew that a demon would show up and threaten her and Dean would show up in the nick of time. She knew that he could take Castiel away from her to heal Sam. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put up a fight. “I’m going with you,” she said before Castiel could agree to go.

“Sorry, lady, I only need the healer,” Dean snapped.

“You really should stay, honey,” Castiel insisted. “You know I’ll be back in a few days.”

“No, I’m coming,” she snapped. “I’m your wife and I’m not letting you wander off with some stranger all by yourself.”

“I go off with strangers all the time,” Castiel replied, letting some irritation show.

“Not strangers that know how to kill demons!”

“Look, lady-”

“My name is Cassandra and if you call me ‘lady’ one more time, I’m gonna stab you with that magic knife of yours.”

Dean scowled at her. “Listen, Cassandra, I don’t have time to argue with you. My brother needs help and your husband is the only one that can help him.”

“And what’s the problem with me coming along then? I’m not stopping him from going, but I’m not letting him go alone.”

“Listen-”

“Sir, if I may.” Castiel stepped between them and herded Cassie into the other room. “Listen, Cassie, I understand you worry for me but this is going a bit far. Can you at least tell me why you don’t want me to go alone?”

She sighed. “I- Look, I know this is what you do. You go off for days at a time, you heal people, and then you’re home for dinner. And that’s just one of the things I love about you. But this…. This is different. He knows what demons are and he’s asking you to go heal his brother…. Do you think he’s maybe not telling us the whole truth? I just…. I worry. And I’ll feel better if I come with you. I promise I won’t get in the way, I just want to be there for you. I mean, that’s my job as your wife, right?”

Castiel nodded. “I understand. I’ll be happy to have you with me. I’ll just explain that to Dean and that I won’t come without you.”

She squeezed his hand, grateful for his understanding. “Thank you.”

—-------------

Dean was, naturally, very annoyed about having to cart her around along with Castiel but he needed his brother healed so he didn’t argue it any further. Cassie sat in the backseat of the impala (and boy wasn’t that a trip) while Dean and her husband awkwardly talked in the front seat.

She knew where they were going. She knew what would happen. She knew she couldn’t interfere (more than she already had). And she hated every second of it.

“So how’d you two meet anyway?”

Castiel answered before she could. “Cassie found me; it was like an act of God, in a way. I was naked, no memories, nothing… And she took me in. Gave me home, helped me find my purpose. I don’t know where I’d be without her.”

Dean glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “And you just did that out of the goodness of your heart?”

“I like helping people,” is all she said. 

Dean huffed. “So you’re just an altruist then? Good for you.”

Cassie glared at him but stayed quiet. If she didn’t want to get kicked out of this little traveling party, she would need to play nice.

For now.

—-------

Cassie knew they would run into demons at the convenience store. She tried hard not to look like she was looking for them. They would find her and Dean regardless.

Maybe that was why she saw the demons first. “Dean! The knife!” She held her hand out and caught it when he (thankfully) threw it at her without a question. She stabbed the first demon in the gut, ducked the second one’s punch, then stabbed it in the back. She tossed the knife back to Dean so he could handle the other two.

“Thanks,” he said, panting softly. Then he looked at her, suspicion written all over his face. “How’d you know the knife would kill them?”

“Well, number one, you killed one in front of my house. And…. There were these Supernatural books-”

“Oh god.” Dean facepalmed. “No further questions. Let’s just grab some road snacks and get out of here.”

“Planning to rob the place like a criminal? I thought you were better than that Winchester.” Meg stepped into the store.

Dean stepped in front of Cassie and pointed his knife at Meg. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Meg held up her hands, showing her angel blade. “Relax; I’m not here to hurt anyone. I’m here to offer my services. You do realize that everyone in hell is looking for your boyfriend, right? You could use an extra set of eyes and hands to look after him.”

Dean rolled his eyes. Cassie stayed quiet while they argued. She knew where this was going.

—--------

They arrived at the mental hospital after a few more hours of driving. Cassie stayed with Castiel while Meg and Dean bickered over whether to tell Cas the truth.

“I’m glad you came,” Cas murmured, holding her hand. “This is all…quite overwhelming. And I’m not sure I trust either of them.”

“Told you so.” Cassie smirked and got up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “I told you when we got married, didn’t I? I’m always going to look after you.” She knew she couldn’t protect him from everything, but she would be there nonetheless.

Eventually, Dean and Meg came back over to them. “Okay, look, Castiel, I know you’re a healer but we’re going to need you to knock out those demons standing guard,” Dean said.

“No,” Castiel said. “I-I can’t do that.”

“You can,” Meg said. “Just focus and use those special powers of yours so we can get in and save Sam.”

Castiel shook his head, turning to Cassie for help. “I can’t. They’re demons. How- How could I….?”

Cassie bit her lip. She knew he could. But how could she explain that to him. “I… Well, we didn’t think you could heal people either. And that is a lot of demons. I think it’s more than Dean and Meg can handle on their own, at least not without alerting any other demons that might be around. Maybe… You could at least try….”

Castiel looked between her and the demons. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Just try. We’ll be right behind you in case things go wrong.”

Castiel looked to Dean and Meg, who nodded, and then back to the demons. “...Okay. I’ll try.”

They made their way down to the hospital entrance, Castiel in front, then Dean, then Meg, and Cassie taking up the rear.

Castiel only had to put his hands on the first demon to smite him. Then, it happend.

“I remember.”

Cassie watched with bated breath as Castiel finished off the demons outside the hospital and came back over to Dean and Meg. She tried to catch his gaze but he seemed to be deliberately looking away from her. “I remember everything,” he said. “Everything I’ve done…. Where is Sam? I need to try and fix what I did to him….”

“He’s just inside. I’ll take you to him.” The group moved to head inside, but Castiel stopped Cassie right before she could step in.

“You don’t need to come in, Cassie,” he said, still not looking her in the eye.

“I do.” I need to be with you when you lose your mind. I’m not leaving you alone with Meg.

“You don’t,” Castiel insisted. “You came here to support your husband. That’s not who I am anymore.”

“I disagree.” She grabbed his hand, finally getting him to look at her. “I meant those vows. For better or for worse, right? Yeah, things are crazy right now, but I’m not running away. I’d never do that to you. I’m coming in and I’m standing with you and you’re not allowed to tell me not to.”

Castiel opened his mouth to argue with her but she kissed him instead. “I think you know me well enough to know you can’t talk me out of this,” she said with a soft chuckle when she pulled away.

Cas sighed. “Yes, I suppose I do. Come on then.”

They walked into the hospital hand in hand.

—-------

“I can take on his trauma. It’s the least I can do. It should help him function again. It won’t solve everything but… It should help.”

Cassie wanted to tell him not to. She wanted to tell him he meant too much to her for him to lose her like that. But she knew this was a mistake he had to atone for and she wouldn’t stop him from doing that. She’d just need to stay by his side and care for him, just as she had been.

She watched as Castiel touched Sam and took on the burden of the Lucifer hallucinations and other hell trauma. She winced when she saw fear enter his eyes and he pushed everyone away. She stayed there in the room after Sam and Dean left and Meg went to get “hired” at the facility. She slowly coaxed him into sitting on the bed and laying down to rest.

“I see him, Cassie,” he said quietly. “He won’t shut up….”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

Cassie sat next to his bed and picked up the Bible that was sitting on the side table.

“What are you doing?” Meg asked, leaning against the doorway in her fresh uniform.

“He likes it,” Cassie murmured. “It’s where he got his name. Genesis is his favorite chapter.”

“That was before he got his memories-”

“He’s my husband.” Cassie glared at her. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t know about my husband.”

Meg cocked an eyebrow but left the room. “Suit yourself.”

Cassie sighed and flipped to the chapter they’d left off on during their last reading session. “Okay, let's see…. Matthew chapter 3….”

—------

While Sam and Dean were gone, Castiel’s condition slowly improved. Cassie and Meg worked together to bring him out of the hell trauma shell. It was slow going and it was often 1 step forward, two steps back, but she wasn’t giving up. Bit by bit, they got him to sleep, then talk with Cassie, and even other patients in the facility. “They grow up so fast,” Meg joked when he successfully played a full game of checkers with a stranger.

She tried to focus on the good parts of this. She really tried hard not to think about what was coming next in the story. “I’m just glad he’s functioning,” she muttered. “I’m worried about him. About what’s next.”

“You worry too much, Cassie,” Meg said. “He’s on the mend. He’ll be up and kicking again in a few months, you’ll see.”

I don’t know if he has a few months. “You know, being a fake nurse doesn’t make you a mental health expert.

“Excuse me for trying to look on the bright side.”

“You’re excused.”

Meg chuckled. “I like you. You’re more fun than the Winchesters.”

“So are you.”

—-----------

Just like she remembered, Sam and Dean showed up to pull Castiel back into action. Just like she remembered, things went horribly and she had to pick up the pieces with Castiel. She barely even registered the appearance of Kevin and all the hubbub that came with that while she was trying to coax Cas out of his shell again.

And just like she remembered, things ended up with Castiel being called to action to track down the real Dick Roman and cut the head of the leviathan empire. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do.

“Are you sure that weapon of god is going to work?” she asked.

“We’re pretty sure,” Sam said. “We got all the ingredients- unless Crowley lies about his blood but he hates the leviathans more than we do so I doubt that- and we followed the ritual. It should work. We just need to get in and cut Dick’s head off and that should be the end of it.”

Cassie huffed. “Yeah, just go into a big building full of monsters that want you dead and hope you kill the right one. Oh, yeah, and also rescue the prophet of the lord and hope Crowley doesn’t get to him first. Easy peasy.”

Sam chuckled. “Honestly? It’s probably the easiest thing we’ve had to do in the last couple years….”

Castiel appeared next to them suddenly, holding plates of food for everyone. “I collected it myself; it should be safe.”

Cassie smiled and took her plate. “Thanks, honey. You should get some rest though, okay? You need your strength.”

“So do you.”

Dean rolled his eyes and took his food. “Get a room, you two.”

“Dean-” Sam didn’t get to finish his scolding as two angels appeared out of nowhere. 

“Where is the prophet?” asked the blonde woman. “We felt that a prophet was activated. We need to take him to the desert to learn the Word of God.”

“Prophet’s not here,” Dean said. “Leviathans have him at the moment. You’re a little late.”

“We’ve been stretched a little thin,” the blonde one said curtly. “After all, someone slashed our ranks in half.” She glared at Castiel. Cassie subtly stepped in front of him. This was not going to go well.

“Hester, I’m sorry,” Castiel said. “I made mistakes, I know. But I-”

“‘Made mistakes’???” Hester screeched. “You call that genocide a mistake?! You killed our brothers and sisters! You tried to replace our father! You worked with a demon! That’s more than a mistake!” She threw up her hand, sending Castiel flying into the wall. She was on him in an instant, punching him over and over. Her companion tried to stop her, pleading that they’d lost so many already, but nothing was working.

Cassie had stolen the angel blade from Meg’s jacket before she’d even really realized what she’d done. She run over and plunged the blade into Hester’s back and the room lit up blue with her death.

Before the other angel could react, Cassie held the blade to his throat.“Tell your other angel friends to stay the hell away from my husband,” she hissed. 

The angel disappeared without another word.

—-------

The appearance of the angels had everyone on edge, even Meg. Between that and all the news coming from Dick Roman’s headquarters, it was clear they had to get this taken care of. Cassie knew she should just let it happen and play her role on the sidelines, but she’d already interfered more than she should have. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” It was the first thing Castiel had said for the whole conversation. “It’s far too dangerous for you.”

“I’m not some weeping damsel in distress. I’m coming with you.”

“Cas has a point,” Sam said. “I know he’s your husband and all but… You’re not exactly prepared for something like this.”

“Oh, and he is?!” Cassie snapped. “I mean, he’s my husband, but we all agree he’s certifiably insane and basically defenseless. And I’m supposed to trust that you two chucklefucks will bring him back alive?! No thank you; I can take care of him myself.”

“Cassie, that’s enough,” Castiel said firmly. “I understand that you’re worried about me but killing Dick Roman needs to take priority and I won’t be able to focus on that if I’m worried about you.”

“I can take care of myself!”

“You’re a dance teacher who read a bunch of books that happened to be accurate on the supernatural!”

I’m a Texas Ranger! she wanted to scream. I’ve killed people. And now I’ve killed demons and even an angel. I have killed for you and I will die for you and I’m not stopping that now. “I can help,” she said instead. “I mean, we still need to rescue Kevin, right? And the place will be crawling with leviathan. You need all the hands you can get!”

“Cassie, no.”

“But-”

“If I may.” Meg spoke up from her spot against the wall. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her for the past few months and I can say with absolute certainty that she is going to join your little mission whether you want her to or not. I think keeping her alive will be a lot easier if you actually know where she is, don’t you?”

Cassie had never been so grateful to have a demon around.

Castiel sighed. “Unfortunately, Meg is right about my wife’s stubbornness. Maybe it is better if she comes….”

“Cas, you can’t be serious!” Dean rounded on her. “You’re staying here or-”

“Or what?” Cassie stepped right up to him, standing as tall as she could to get in his face (a skill she’d practiced often with Walker). “You’re not taking my husband on a suicide mission without me. If you don’t take me willingly, I’ll just ride along in the trunk. Or I’ll make a demon deal and show up in the middle of it. But you’re not leaving me out of it. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Winchester?”

“He’s not your husband!”

“The hell he isn’t! We got married, we signed the paperwork, we made vows! I don’t care if he’s an angel of the lord or if he’s on the run from heaven or if he let the leviathans out and started this whole mess! I made a commitment to him and I’m seeing it through, regardless of what you say. For better or for worse, right?”

Dean rolled his eyes and turned to his brother. “Sam, tell the lady this is a bad idea and drive her home.”

“Dean…” Sam sighed. “Maybe we should take her. She seems pretty committed to it. Wouldn’t you rather know where she is than worry about where she might end up?”

Dean huffed and grumbled some more but eventually he gave in. Not that Cassie would’ve let that stop her if he kept fighting it.

Cassie grinned. “Alright then. Let’s pack up and move out; we’ve got a leviathan empire to dismantle!”

—----------

Cassie knew this moment would come. She’d tried to prepare herself for it.

But nothing could prepare her to watch the angel she loved be sent to a special kind of Hell. “Castiel!” she screamed, jumping forward and latching onto his trench coat.

A pulsing energy radiated through the room and she felt it on an atomic level.

Then, it was dark. And cold. And all of a sudden, she was in some very dark woods with Castiel and Dean Winchester. She knew exactly where she was. Purgatory.

She knew Castiel would leave. She knew why. But that knowledge didn’t make her feel any better when she realized her husband left her all alone despite all his concern for her safety earlier.

Dean’s hand wrapped around her arm. “Stick with me, Cassie. I’ll get us out of this. Somehow.”

She knew he would. Eventually. Somehow, that didn’t help her anxiety in the moment as glowing red eyes appeared in the forest around them.

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Sing Me A Melody Ch. 1 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 1: Lyrics

Friends were always there for you. Friends were there to help you out. And when you made a band with them it was even better.

You got to make music together, travel the world, and create memories.

But there were times that friends even messed up.

And boy did one of them mess up.

“Dunce face I can't believe you said that! You know that we don't have anything right now,” Katsuki growled into his cell phone. “Now I have to come up with a new song before each show? Are you insane?!”

“I didn't know what to say man, they put me on the spot!” Kaminari cried out into the phone, wincing when Katsuki growled on his end.

“Bull! You were just talking out of your-”

“We get your pissed man but you're causing a scene,” Kirishima said next to him. Katsuki growled again and looked around him, tugging the brim of his baseball cap lower onto his head.

Normally he wouldn't care. He needed to scream his bassit's ear off right now. But they were in public and he didn't need to be dealing with any potential fans right now.

And with Kirishima tagging along he didn't want to drag him into that either.

“When I get back you better run,” Katsuki growled, hanging up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Kirishima sighed, opening the door to the coffee shop they had stopped at, ignoring the stares at them as they stepped inside for making such a scene.

“Relax Bakubro,” Kirishima sighed. “We have a few weeks before the next show. I'm sure you'll come up with something by then.”

“That's the problem,” Katsuki grumbled as he got in line with Kirishima. “I haven't been able to write anything for weeks. I'm stuck. From the tour and the...other stuff, it's been hard to get anyting done. Now I've got this on my shoulders.”

“Got faith in you man” Kirishima stated as he got up to the counter. An omega with green hair that matched his eyes peered up at them. His freckles dotted his cheeks like stars in the sky at night. If it wasn't for the garbage going on in Katsuki's life he would have asked him on a date or something. He was just his type.

But he wouldn't dare drag him into the garbage pile that his life had become.

“Hi there. What can I get you guys?” the green haired guy asked, pushing away the notebook that he had next to him.

“I'll have just a latte. What do you want man? My treat,” he said. The blonde rolled his eyes and he sighed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Black coffee, light sweet, with light cream,” he stated.

The omega nodded his head and Katsuki's eyes looked over him again from behind his sunglasses. Too bad he had sworn off relationships after the last one. That had ended in fire and responsibility had taken a hold of him by his throat.

“Coming right up. I'll have those cups out there for you guys in just a moment,” the omega said, taking Kirishima's card to swipe and handed it back.

The two stepped down the counter, looking up at the tv that was playing the local news channel.

“How many days do you get with her this time?” Kirishima asked. “Looks like she doesn't like to bring her to different cities even around your home town.”

“She said maybe three days,” Katsuki sighed. “After that I don't know. I hate this. I pay child support all the time and I barely get to see her. I know I gave up on custody but I thought that's what was for the best, you know? A kid never having a real home...”

It made him sad as well. He didn't have a home anymore. Sure he had a condo that he owned but it was also that he was more or less always on tour with their music.

“Let me help then?” Kirishima suggested. “Maybe two eyes on your work will help it more and give you more ideas.”

Katsuki sighed.

“I guess,” he said, pulling the small notebook out of his pocket, setting it on the counter and leaned over it a bit. He pulled open a page to what he had been working on recently.

The two fell into conversation with one another, bumping words off one another of what sounded right and what should be reworked.

Though however they didn't notice the crowd that had started to form within the little cafe. Fans that recognized them from Katsuki's outburst before.

“Here's your drinks, oh my...” came the omega's voice at the sheer amount of people that was in the cafe at the moment.

Katsuki lifted his head as the omega set the cups down, his small notebook that was clutched in his hand being rest on the counter as well.

Katsuki cursed softly at the crowd and nudged Kirishima who was next to him. The redhead lifted his head.

“Oh no..” he sighed.

“It's Dynamight and Red Riot of Hero Works!” one girl called out, the other fans eagerly grinning as they started to come closer to the duo.

“We gotta go,” Katsuki said, turning to grab his notebook and ended up knocking over one of the cups of coffee.

Another curse passed his mouth as he reached for the napkins to clean it up. Kirishima grabbed the other cup and grabbed his arm.

“There's no time,” he said to him.

“I'm not just going to leave this,” Katsuki snapped at him.

“It's alright, I've got it,” the omega said to him. “It's okay, really.”

Katsuki felt guilt brew in his stomach but he grabbed his notebook and then was off, calling an apology over his shoulder to the omega as they pushed through the crowd.

The crowd followed the two of them out and the omega sighed.

“What's going on?” A brown haired beta asked. “Izuku are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Izuku said. “I'm alright Ochacho.”

He looked at where the alphas had run off to, wiping up the coffee and let out a small sigh. He had never expected to meet Dynamight, the lead singer of one of his favorite bands.

And to think he was nicer than he portrayed himself on stage.

Most people would just take off. While Katsuki had, he had apologized and had wanted to help him clean up as well.

But Izuku understood. For his safety he had to leave.

“Maybe we should have asked them to stay,” his coworker joked with a small laugh. “That could have brought in a lot of business.”

“Yeah...” Izuku said with a slightly dreamy sigh, tossing the wet napkins and looked at where the crowd had gone. “It sure would have.”

None of his friends were going to believe him that he had met the man he had a crush on for literal years since finding his music.

And he hadn't even gotten a picture of him.

*

“You should have taken one of the security guards with you,” Sero scolded, their manager of their band. “You two were lucky nothing happened to you than a coffee spill.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grumbled and sighed, running his hand through his blonde spikes as he tugged off his hat in the hotel elevator.

“It's all over the news that you two were spotted out in the open,” Sero sighed. “Now people know we're in the city.”

“Good publicity?” Kirishima asked with a weak grin.

“I suppose, but you would two stop going around without a guard of some kind? I need to protect you both.”

“For you paycheck?” Katsuki snorted.

Sero rolled his eyes and threw a letter at his head. “No. We've been friends since we were in high school, so I care about my friends.”

“I know, just busting ya,” Katsuki stated and picked up the letter, letting out a sigh when he saw what it was. Another letter giving him the bill for his child support.

“Just relax tonight,” Kirishima offered, seeing the letter. “Worry about that garbage tommorrow.”

“I know,” Katsuki said with a sigh, stepping off the elevator at his floor to go to his suite. “Going to go crash.”

Well that wasn't his intention.

He had head inside, took a shower, made some ramen, and then sat down at the table with his guitar to start thinking of some lyrics.

But once he had opened his notebook he realized this was indeed not his notebook.

“What the...” he mumbled, flipping through the pages. Pages upon pages of song lyrics and poems, ranging from different things and different emotions.

The realization dawned on him. This was certainly not his notebook. This was the notebook that belonged that omega at the coffee shop.

Which meant he had to have his.

He checked his watch. Certainly that coffee shop was closed which meant there was no way he was going to get that back any time soon.

Hopefully he wasn't a fan and he wouldn't end up selling that online.

He let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on his hands and stared down at the notebook in front of him. He had to try to get that back.

And get this notebook back into hands of that cute omega.

He grabbed the edge of the notebook, ready to close it when his eyes scanned over the lyrics of the song he had opened to.

And then he read more. And more.

“This is really good...” Katsuki mumbled. This wasn't a song that existed certainly, and it held so much emotion in it.

He plucked a string on his guitar.

He could work with this. He could morph this into something that could work for them, give them a chance at their upcoming concert.

As he worked with it, jotting down notes on a seperate piece of paper and strumming on his guitar to pick the melody, he couldn't help but get sucked in.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This wasn't his work. This belonged to someone else. But he was desperate. Kaminari had put them in a situation that he wouldn't be able to get his way out of without some backlash.

And after one of Katsuki's latest moments of being rude to fans they really couldn't afford to have any set backs and more backlash.

“I'll make it up to him. I'll pay him. I'll do whatever it takes,” Katsuki sighed, scribbling another note down.

He would certainly thank this omega for saving him.

*

Izuku settled in on his couch that evening with his notebook on his lap, ready to write another song in there that would never see the light of day.

But to his surprise the usual words that he had written were no longer there and instead someone else's work stared back at him.

Most of it was things he recognized but others were things that he had never seen before.

“Oh my...” Izuku mumbled, fingers hovering over his mouth.

This was Dynamight's song lyric notebook. Which meant the singer had his.

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Omg guys I really need to talk briefly about the PPG Movie. I actually never watched it as a kid because this movie didn't get release in my country and I actually didn't know they even have a movie until recently last year. I remember when I was a kid they kinda promoted the movie on CN by showing clips of the girls being interviewed seperately on a red couch and lmao my 6 yro brain thought it was cool and I didn't understand a thing at the same time because girly doesnt understand English so I actually didn't know it was for their movie.

Anyway, holy fuck this movie is everything to me because who would've thought a cute series about 3 little girls with superpowers has the saddest backstory ever???? I'm not going to talk about the plot in details, I rarher you guys watch it and understand the grief and pain I went through.

I honestly bawled my fucking eyes out after it ends because bITTCHHHH HOW DARE THE WHOLE TOWN TREATS MY LITTLE GIRLS LIKE THAT?????? 😭😭😭😭

I like how they build the girl's character here, when they were uh...born, all three of them look like a doll, you can't really tell their personality early on until the Professor assigned them their names. And I find it funny that Buttercup won't be as grumpy and tough as she is in the show if Utonium gives more thought into naming her lol. Also i won't shut the fuck up ever about this but I just love how Utonium just made them because he wants kids, he wants to be a parent and just raise them to be good kids. And him being new to the parenting thing (like legit he just thought of wow I want to be a dad because this town fuckin sucks and hours later procured a triplets in his lab) and he being very extremely freshly new to the parenting thing was like "oh shit it's their birthday I should get gifts!" When it clicked on him that it was their birthday and just ran out of the house to get them a car load of gifts while talking to gimself about how excited he is to be a dad (and also reminding himself not to leave the kids home alone anymore so after the incident he only leaves the kids with babysitters at home if he needs to go out at night)

It's so heartbreaking to see the whole town turning their backs on these innocent girls. They totally didn't know how the world works, they're literally 1 day old and poor Professor totally didn't know how to take care of them. They don't understand why people hate them and flew out and cry on meteors trying to process why everyone hates them. Idk seeing all three of them up there had me fuckin bawling like a dumb baby I am. I think I saw people say the Professor is bad at this time too because he didn't believe them and abandoned them and like honestly, no???? I don't accept Utonium slander in this house. He didn't hate them at all, it was just too much for him to handle in one day and he looks more like he is disappointed than he hates them and wants to get rid of them. If you ever notice, at the near end of the movie he ran back to the town with Antidote X and frantically looked for the girls to tell them he has ways to defeat Mojo. He didn't give up on them at all, he immediately ran home and quickly whipped out the Antidote from his lab and drove back downtown just to save the city instead of leaving it in chaos despite how much the people terrorised him and painted him as a villain. He still loves his native town very much and even though he is human, he wanted to give a helping hand to stop the rampaging monkey from destroying the city more. I wont shut the fuck up about Utonium in this movie ever ughhh 😩😩😩💕💕

I don't hate this movie at all despite the ill treatment on them in the middle of the movie. I really appreciate how their backstory has more meaning and also I don't blame on Townsville at all, I would be freaked out by them too. They have rampaging crimes and monsters visiting them by weekly. That's already a threat to them and then suddenly 3 little girls are rampaging the city while playing tag and this time they know who made them and you can arrest that person? I would be knocking on Utonium's door with picket fence and sporks and screams angrily at him too lol.

Anyway, 10/10 will terrorize my moots to watch this and made them cry too 🤧

#asuka speaks #also saw a few cut scenes of the movie and one of if was Utonium getting his ass literally beaten #and it fucking breaks me apart holy fuck- #ppg #ppg headcanons

[joonismyheart]

It's Always Been You

Park Jimin has been in love with Jeon Jungkook for years, probably most of his adult life. He doesn't even know when it all started or when he first realized it, but what he does know is that he's alone in his feelings. Now that BTS has retired and everyone is working on solo projects, he can get some distance between himself and Jungkook. At least he thought so, except that JK is a mega star and his face is literally everywhere. Jimin is doing amazingly in his own career but fans are constantly asking for him to collab with JK and all he wants to do is avoid him at all costs. Things were never the same after his private journals were made public after Heron's servers were hacked.

How was Jimin ever going to survive this? Worse, how was he ever going to get over the love of his life?

Come check out the first 8 Chapters here on Ao3! Updates each Wednesday if not before. Sneak Preview of Chapter 1 below.

Jikook with SOPE and TaeJin side pairings. Joon x OFC as well.

Rated Explicit with the following tags.

Emotional Hurt/Comfort Gay Panic Unrequited Love Mutual Pining public shaming - nonsexual First Time Blow Jobs Porn Watching Angst and Porn Angst and Feels Park Jimin is a Mess Jeon Jungkook is a Panicked Gay

eatingdisorder (CW used so it can be avoided)

Park Jimin had been just fine living his life alone. Tired of the cavernous ache in his chest he’d spent the last year conditioning himself to not want anything more than that. It had been six years since he’d been anywhere near Jeon JungKook and a decade since BTS finally went their separate ways. Since then, he’d done pretty well with his solo career. Even at 36, he still had rabid fans who loved him and loved his music - what else could he possibly need?

Persistent knocking pulled him out of his exhausted haze. “Jimin-ah…are you in there? Let your hyung in!” 

He jumped at the sound of Hoseok’s voice. Looking back at him in the mirror of his dressing room was an empty man, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he knew it was true. He couldn’t show Hobi that side of him though. No one saw that. He put on a warm smile and went to let his old friend in. Hobi flailed his way through the door, hugging Jimin’s neck as soon as he could get his hands on him.

“Ah, Jimin, I’ve missed you! The show was AMAZING! You continue to blow everyone away! How do you do it?!” Hobi’s wide smile radiated sunshine but he didn’t miss the flash of concern in Hoseok’s eyes.

“Talent, Hyung!” He struck a confident pose and then threw his head back with a laugh when his friend raised a skeptical eyebrow. Jimin pulled Hobi in tight once more then slapped him on the back and motioned for him to take a seat on the couch while he sat himself back in his makeup chair. “Just let me take all this makeup off while we talk, ok? It’s suffocating.”

“Jimin-ah, since when do you complain about makeup? You used to wear it on your days off!” He teased his friend, but the complaint only heightened his sense that something wasn’t right. His Jiminie wasn’t happy, and he was trying to hide it. JImin didn’t hide emotion unless something was very wrong.

“I’m just a bit tired of it, I think. I’ve gotten lazy in my old age.” He winked at his hyung in the mirror while Hoseok feigned offense.

“How dare you! I’m older than you are and we’re NOT OLD.” He stood from the couch to wrap his arms around Jimin’s shoulders. Resting his chin on top of Jimin’s head he looked into his friend’s eyes in the mirror. Jimin bit his lip to stop a wobble and looked away. “Jimin-ssi…you know you can tell your hyung anything. Always. I love you.”

“Ah, I love you too. I’m just tired, I promise.” A pasted-on smile covered his face, he even made sure it reached his eyes. A valiant effort but Hobi wasn’t buying it.

“Alright, if you say so. I have to go though, Yoongi is waiting at home, and he's been extra needy lately but don’t tell him I said that.” His conspiratorial wink made Jimin laugh. Sope, the pairing name Army had given Yoongi and Hoseok years ago, had been more true than their fans realized, and now that they were out and proud Jimin found his heart ached for something similar. 

“Tell him hello and that I said he’s the worst hyung ever for not coming to see me.” Jimin’s pout was intense, but Hoseok knew he was teasing. He kissed the top of Jimin’s silver mop of hair and smiled that warm smile that always warmed his friend’s heart.

“Don’t worry Mochi, Yoongi and Tae will both be here tomorrow. I think Joon is coming too. Jin Hyung is still in New York trying to get that silly american woman to love him, but you know how he is. He’ll be back with a sob story and then it’s on to the next girl. The fansites love it and you know Jin loves the chase.” That got a genuine laugh out of Jimin and made Hobi feel a bit better about leaving him. 

“I can’t believe Namjoonie might come. I haven’t seen him in ages.” A wistful smile crossed Jimin’s face as he thought about the last time, he’d seen Joon. He’d been off on some adventure with his wife, Lenae. Sri Lanka? He couldn’t remember but he’d dropped both of them at the airport. That was a couple years ago, and the couple had just returned to Seoul last week.

“I always look forward to his stories.” Hobi smiled from the doorway, one last attempt to cheer his friend. “See you Friday for dinner at our place? Tae’s coming too, of course.”

“Of course, Hyung, you know I wouldn’t miss it. Love you.” Jimin wiped away the last bit of eyeliner as he spoke. Hobi nodded, closed the door, and once again Jimin was alone with his thoughts. Always alone.

#jikook #minkook #jikook fic #sope au #taejin

[hjharding]

H. J. Harding’s Fact Free Conspiracy Theory

Okay, so bear with me on this one. It takes a little lead in. This is absolutely true.

Last Monday, I had to take my Dad to his doctor’s appointment, early-ish in the morning. My sister tagged along in hopes of breakfast. It is important that you know that there are five people in my household and only two cars. I own one, my mom owns one. Dad doesn’t trust himself to drive anymore, and my brother and sister can’t drive.

I had a bad night, and wanted to go home, hopefully get a little more sleep. We had breakfast after the appointment. Afterwards, we started to leave. My car wouldn’t start. I turned the ignition, the lights and radio came on and there was a quiet click. Nothing else.

This wasn’t the first time my car had that issue recently, and previous times it restarted after a few times or we gave it a break and came back later. By now, it’s almost 11:30. After lots of attempts, it isn’t turning on, so we decide to give it until noon. It didn’t work at noon. I called roadside assistance, and they offer to send someone who can check the battery and give me a jump. I tell them I don’t think it’s the battery, but they still think this is a good idea. I said fine, because a tow truck that can check battery isn’t the worst option.

It’s worth noting that we were actually only about three miles from home right now. My sister has actually walked it sometimes. My dad is disabled and can’t walk. If we need a tow, we can’t fit everyone in the truck.

About 1 o’clock or so, I’m being asked about my service. Since no one showed up, I’m not particularly pleased with it yet. I call in again. I don’t know details, but they send someone else to my location. He arrives at 2. He does not have a tow truck, only a battery evaluation tool, whatever it’s called.

Funnily enough, it isn’t the battery. He can’t do anything for me.

I call it in again, and ask for a tow truck. They said about 3:30. I get my sister to download Uber and get herself and our dad home. Tow truck shows up at 4. Car starts properly, unlike the 60+ times I had tried earlier.

I go home. The next day, I get my mom to help me take it to the garage. Wednesday night they tell me that they can’t reproduce the issue and can’t do anything about it, so I might as well pick it up. So I go to pick it up. The garage is closed by now. Car starts. But we have to put something in the trunk, and I have to stop the engine to do that. Car doesn’t start up again.

We leave the car. Thursday, my mom works 9-5 and my brother works 10-2. Mom has me borrow her car to drop them both off and pick them both up. We drop Mom off first, and my brother and I get some breakfast and wait in the parking lot of his job. Again, I didn’t sleep well and want to go home and rest.

He leaves, I go to start the car. Lights come on, radio comes on. Car makes a series of clicking sounds and doesn’t start. Repeatedly. I call roadside assistance. They send someone with battery tool and a tow truck. It’s about 11, 11:30. Car starts up.

He uses his tool and says it looks like the car has a bad alternator. It might be able to get me home (and that’s not a guarantee), but there’s only a 50/50 chance it will start again.

I take it home, passing on the message to my brother that he’ll have to Uber home. I tell my mom that I’ll try to pick her up, but that might not work and we’ll have to put her car in the shop.

Garage tells me that they still can’t reproduce the problem, but it’s probably the starter, and they suggest replacing it.

Mom’s car works when I go to pick her up. We do not stop the car as we go to the garage and pick up my car with new starter. Neither of us dare shut off our cars until we make it home.

Mom doesn’t want to put her car in the shop until we’re sure that mine is reliable, but it conked out completely on Friday. My car has been working, she’s still waiting to get hers back. It was the alternator.

In conclusion, car demons are real. And they hate me.

#H. J. Harding #Conspiracy #conspiracy theory #rant #car trouble

[runnning-outof-time]

What It’s Like to Feel | Tommy Shelby x Reader

PART 1 - The Woman on the Boat

Request: I guess...a lot of people wanted a 2nd part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: After settling into her new life in Liverpool, the last person (Y/N) expects to see is Thomas Shelby. So when he shows up and wants to talk to her one day, she doesn't know what to do.

Warnings: language, smoking, age gap, angst (can’t say what cuz it’ll spoil s6), SEASON 6 SPOILERS

Word Count: 4470

A/N: thanks so much for all of the love on the first part of this! I didn’t originally intend on there being a second part, so I hope you’ll enjoy this one as much as the first! Once again, this has SPOILERS from Season 6 - if you haven’t watched, read at your own risk! I also tried to tag the people who wanted there to be a part 2, so if you’ve gotren a tag from me out of nowhere, that’s why. Enjoy! :)

———

-Seven Months Later-

Checking over herself in the mirror of the staff room, (Y/N) made sure her hair was smoothed and her uniform looked proper before she stepped out onto the floor of the high-end restaurant.

"Table 26, (Y/N). That man sitting over there," Doris, one of the hostesses, informed her as she got to the podium.

(Y/N) glanced over to the man, who was sitting with his back facing her, and nodded her head. "Thanks, Doris," she said to the woman before she walked over to the table she'd be serving. "Good evening, sir. Can I get you started with a drink?" she asked the man as she came to a stop by her side. She was too busy fishing the small tablet out of her apron's pockets to notice who the man was, and it wasn't like she cared anyway.

"A water, please," the man responded, and all of a sudden, (Y/N) cared about the person she was serving. Because she'd heard that voice before.

"Ok..." she trailed off, hoping her voice still remained confident. Then she dared to finally look over at him. He was already looking up at her, and she hoped that he wouldn't recognize who she was. "Is there anyone else you are waiting for?" she asked, bringing up the fact that he was sitting alone.

"No," he shook his head, "it'll just be me tonight."

"Ok. I will be right back with your water," she told him, leaving his side then. She exhaled a long breath the second she got out of earshot of him.

She never thought that she'd see Thomas Shelby again, but now she had to be his server. She hoped that she'd be able to remain anonymous and that he'd only see her as the woman who was his waitress for the night. Several months had passed since she stormed out of his cabin on the steamship bound for Liverpool. He had to have forgotten about her in that time, right? After all, she was just another notch in his belt...another woman who was seduced by his cunning words and captivating eyes.

Taking another deep breath, she grabbed his water and went out to face him again.

—

"There isn't anything on this menu that you've taken an interest in, sir?" (Y/N) made sure to keep the anonymity as she addressed Tommy. He'd been sitting at the table for over an hour now and hadn't ordered any food. He was only drinking water. He also hadn’t addressed her outright, which was a good thing.

"No," he shook his head.

"Why have you decided to come to a dining establishment if you just wanted to sit at a table and drink water?" she couldn't stop herself from asking, "surely you could have done that at home." With your kids...and your wife...your family that you didn't tell me about, she wanted to add for spite, but she had to stay professional.

"I've found that dining halls provide me a better place to think...though I prefer when they are empty," he responded. She couldn't help but think back to the first time she met him when he said this. He wasn't calling back to that, was he?

"Well we are closing soon, so you cannot stay much longer," she told him, turning on her heel with the intent of going back into the kitchen.

"(Y/N)," his voice stopped her in her tracks. The breath got caught in her throat as she froze. No. He couldn't remember me, she thought, hoping that she'd come off as calm as she turned back around to face him.

"Yes?" she asked, plastering a fake smile on her face. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he'd heard one of the other waitresses calling her name.

"I didn't think I'd see you again," he said then. Nope...he definitely knows it's you. Shit.

"That makes two of us, Mr. Shelby," she countered, her voice flat and void of emotion. She didn't want to be having this conversation with him.

"Would you like to sit?" he asked her, motioning to one of the open chairs as he spoke.

"I'm working. It's against my boss's rules to fraternize with the customers," she stated, wanting nothing more than to run as far away from him as possible.

"Ok," was all he said, and after she saw him nod his head, she left his side for the kitchen.

—

"(Y/N), you've got to get that man to leave. It's five minutes till closing," Doris hissed as she came to a stop in front of the woman who had purposely been hiding in the kitchen for the last forty minutes.

"Why me, Doris?" (Y/N) questioned, sounding a bit more desperate than she hoped to.

"Because he's sitting at one of your tables," the other woman responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

(Y/N) stood silent for a few moments, hoping that Doris would tell her that she was joking and that she'd actually be the one telling Thomas Shelby to leave the premises. But she never did. So, with a sigh, (Y/N) hung her head in defeat. "Fine. I'll go get him to leave," she agreed to the task before going to exit the kitchen. Get him to leave both the restaurant and my life.

She took a deep breath as she approached his table. He was the only patron left in the establishment at this point. "Excuse me, sir. You need to leave. We are closing in five minutes," she told him as she came to a stop at his side.

"Can I take you somewhere, (Y/N)?" he asked, making no move to leave the table.

"If you could please leave the establishment...it is time for us to close," she didn't speak on his question, instead repeating her warning.

"I'd like to take you out. I'm in the city for the next five days," he continued with his line of thought, making (Y/N)'s heart clench. Of course, he'd be in the city for five days. It was like he was only ever anywhere for five days at a time.

"Sir, if you could please vacate the premises. I'd hate to have to get the cops here," she threatened him, although her voice wavered and made her threat come off as an empty one.

"Oh you wouldn't dare do that, sweetheart," he quipped, a grin that (Y/N) wanted to slap off, forming on his face.

"What is it that you want from me, Thomas, huh?" she asked, her eyebrows raised and her arms crossed over her chest.

"A chance to talk to you."

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?" it was her turn to give a witty response.

"Privately," he clarified.

(Y/N) looked around the room, letting out a sigh as she thought of what she'd say next. "If I agree to what you're asking, will you leave the restaurant?" she asked him, her eyebrows still raised. She didn't want to do this, but she also didn't want her boss to have her head. So she decided to go with what she hoped was the lesser of two evils.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Fine."

"Good. Meet me tomorrow by the docks," he affirmed, already having a place in mind.

"The docks?" she checked to see if she'd heard him right.

"Yes. I want to take you out on the water," he nodded his head.

(Y/N) sighed and looked away from him again, "because on the water's where I'll always be," she stated, moreso to herself than anything. She looked back to Tommy after he hadn't moved for a few moments. "Are you going to leave now?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised.

"Yes," he nodded, standing and grabbing his overcoat that was draped over his chair. "I look forward to seeing you again, (Y/N)," he sent her a smile, one that she didn't return.

She sighed as she watched him exit the restaurant. She knew she was crazy for having agreed to this meeting. Now she was thinking of ways to get out of it.

——

Listening to the foghorns of the incoming ships, (Y/N) pulled her sweater tighter against her body. It was a dreary day in Liverpool, and she wanted nothing more than to go back home and hide in her bed until dawn. But she couldn't do that. She'd agreed to meet Thomas Shelby today, and after racking her brain and trying to think of a way to get out of the situation, she found that it would be best to just bite the bullet and get on with it.

She saw him standing next to one of the docks, his hands clasped in front of him and his peaked cap pulled down so that she couldn't see his eyes. He looked rather ominous standing there. It made (Y/N) want to turn heel and leave. But she continued on.

"You came," Tommy commented as she stopped in front of him, his voice as bleak as the harbor scene around them.

"I did," she nodded, picking at a fuzz on her sweater; trying to find anything to look at rather than the man in front of her.

"Come on," he said to her, motioning to the boat they were standing in front of. He extended his hand to her and she reluctantly accepted it, figuring that using his help to get onto the boat would be better than denying it and making a fool out of herself if she fell. Once they were on the boat, he led her to the back of it, where there was a small table with two chairs set up. "Sit," he motioned to one of the chairs before he called to the boat's captain, telling him that he could leave the dock.

"We're leaving the dock?" (Y/N) commented, sitting down as the boat started moving in the water.

"Yes. Didn't want the prospect of you leaving before saying what needed to be said," he answered, sitting down across from her before he pulled a cigarette out of his case and lit it with his lighter.

"I can swim," she quipped, crossing her arms over her chest. Tommy chuckled at her witty statement before looking out at the water. She stared over at him then, waiting for him to be the one to make the first move. She didn't have anything to say to him. She almost wished that she wasn't in his presence.

"I was born on a boat," he finally spoke, tapping the ash off of the cigarette before he brought it up to his lips for another drag.

Although (Y/N) was confused as to why he opened with that, she didn't comment on it. "I feel like I've lived my entire life on one," she said, glancing down at the table as she spoke.

"How so?" Tommy sent her a look of curiosity.

"I've only been close to a life I want...like I'm on a boat that's just off the shore, but it can't find a place to dock. So I just live on the open ocean. Where I'll be for the rest of my life...alone," she elaborated, hating that she still felt no inhibitions in talking to him even though she hated what he'd done to her.

"So we both know what it's like to be trapped in the confines of something stuck in the middle of nothingness," Tommy stated. (Y/N) just stared at him. She didn't know what to say in response to his statement, but it was true. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my family," he said then after a few more moments of silence passed.

"Save it, Thomas," she sighed, shaking her head as she looked away from him.

"No. This needs to be said," he insisted, "I had a lot on my mind while I was on that boat. I wasn't supposed to be going back to England that soon, but my wife telephoned me saying that my daughter was sick. I had to leave the business I had in Boston to be with her," he explained to her what he should have said the moment he met her. He shouldn't have told her some vague statement when she asked his reason for being on the ship.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said in a soft voice. At first, she felt bad for blowing up on him several months ago, but then she started to feel angry at the fact that he took advantage of her even though he knew that he had a sick child at home.

"She...she had consumption. She passed away," he told her, clearing his throat and scratching his forehead before he looked at his feet. Tears were stinging his eyes. Months had passed, but saying it still made him feel as raw as the day it happened. "My wife left me," he informed her then after he cleared his throat again. (Y/N)'s eyes snapped over to him at his statement and they widened at his entire admission; what he'd said just only now registering in her brain. Almost immediately, she felt like she wanted to cry. Why was he telling her this?

"Oh?" she exuded, and much like when he said the single word statement to her back on the ship, she wanted him to elaborate on what he'd said. It also showed that she didn’t know what else to say.

"Said she couldn't stand to be around me anymore. That I have too much ambition and she couldn't keep watching me sabotage myself and the people in my family,” Tommy sighed, looking down at the table.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she offered her sympathy, still not being able to find many other words to say to him. What do you say to a man who's family was in shambles?

"Don't be," he, surprsingly, shook his head. "It was for the better that we split. We were going down a dark road since Ruby after was born. And I...I wasn't there when my daughter died. That was the final straw for her," he brushed off her condolences, "she couldn't take being with me anymore."

"Why did you bring me on this boat, Thomas?" she asked him then, her eyes finally meeting his for the first time since their conversation started. She tried so hard not to be entranced by them, their striking blue hue still evident in the light of the candle sitting between them.

"Because I wanted to see if you'd give me another chance. A chance to explain myself and a chance to end things between us in a different manner," he answered her, his eyes not straying from hers. He was telling the truth.

"So you want to end things with me?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at his words, shock taking over her features.

"No, love. That's not what I meant," he shook his head.

"Then what did you mean?"

"I never stopped thinking about you. Those four days I shared with you on that boat cross my mind daily and I feel terrible when I think about how you left me. I should have told you about my family. I should have told you that I was married, but I was being selfish. Because, the truth is, I felt something for you too. After years spent giving fake emotions and fake reactions for the sake of my kids, you made me feel again..." he spoke from the heart, hoping she'd realize that he was doing something that he rarely did. Unlike most declarations he's made in his past, these words held so much truth in them. "And you spoke about feeling free. Well, (Y/N), I felt free when I was with you."

(Y/N) was shocked by his words. She didn't expect for him to make a declaration like that, especially after what he'd just said about his own family. "I...I don't know what to say, Thomas," her shock shined through in her stuttered words, "it ruined me when I found your wedding band. It was like all of those things you said to me when we were together were just lies," she still couldn't let go of the hurt he caused.

"They weren't lies," he stressed to her, shaking his head as he spoke.

"They felt like they were after I left your room that day," she countered, her walls, which were starting to fall, going back up in an instant. She hated that this one thing he said made her flip so easily.

She stood up from her chair then, stepping past Tommy to go to the front of the boat. "Where are you going?" he asked after her, making her stop in her tracks.

"I'm going to ask the captain to take us back to shore. I'd say we're about finished here," she answered him, continuing on her way to the captain's quarters. She asked him to turn the boat around, and he agreed.

Instead of going back to face Tommy, she decided to stay up at the front of the boat. She couldn't be near him at the moment. Her head and her heart were playing a game of tug-of-war. She still wanted to be mad at him, to resent him for how he lied to her and kept his true self in the dark while they were on the ship. But then her heart jumped in and reminded her of the words he'd said moments ago. How he told her that he actually felt something for her. That he felt like he was free when he was with her. That was exactly how she felt when she was wrapped in his arms. And god, she wanted to feel that again. But she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't let him get the satisfaction of her falling back into his arms so easily.

Once the boat docked, (Y/N) stepped off of it and onto the pier. Instead of leaving, she stuck around, waiting for Tommy to emerge again. Soon enough, he did. "Thought you would have been gone already," he commented as he joined her on the dock.

"I felt like I should stick around," she responded, her eyes trained on the warped wood below her.

"I appreciate you agreeing to come see me," he said then, clearing his throat before he continued, "you probably don't want to, but I'm staying at The Royal Inn in the center of the city. I'll be there for three more days for business, in Room 452."

"Why're you telling me this?" she questioned him, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked over at him. He kept his eyes trained on his feet; his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Just in case," he gave a vague response, glancing up at her as he started to step off of the dock, "goodbye, (Y/N)," he told her as he passed her, walking off into the dusk, blending more and more into the darkness the further he got away from her.

(Y/N) was left standing there, her mind trying to piece together the reasons why he even asked her to meet with him, all while trying to get everything he'd just told her to sink in and make sense.

Tommy returned back to his hotel suite. He sat down on one of the chairs and tipped his head back with a sigh. He didn't know what he was expecting to come out of his conversation with (Y/N)...if he was expecting anything at all. He said what he needed to say to her, and he told her where she'd be able to find him if she wanted to. So now the ball was in her court. As much as he hated it, he now had to wait and see what she would decide.

——

Rushing down the street to the center of the city, (Y/N) hoped she wasn't too late. She hated herself for having put this off to the final moments, but she hadn't came to her decision until a half hour ago.

For the past three days, her mind was plagued with all things relating to Thomas Shelby. Their short-stinted romance on the steamship, the conversation they had while out on the boat, the fact that he'd told her about his family...the fact that he'd lost his family. She just couldn't seem to shake him from her mind. She could even hear him; hear the exact words he said to her: "I felt free when I was with you."

She needed to know if he truly felt the same way. That's why she was rushing down the the hall of the fourth floor at The Royal Inn. She just hoped he hadn't sailed away again.

"Oh, please be in here, Thomas," she whispered under her breath before she lifted her hand to knock on the door. Three, short raps was all it took. Then she stood and waited.

Moments later, the door opened to show the very person she was silently pleading for. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a pair of black trousers and a white tanktop with suspenders hanging loose around his hips. And he looked tired. Unbelievablely tired.

"(Y/N)," he breathed as he realized who was in front of him. "Come, uh...come in," he said then, stepping aside for her to enter. Hesitantly, she walked into the suite he was occupying.

"Hi, Thomas," she smiled shyly at him, internally kicking herself for acting like this. It was like she was a school girl and he was her crush. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry I came at the last minute," she said then.

"Were you not expecting me to be here?" he questioned, his eyebrows raised.

"No...yes...I don't know," she ended her indecisive answer with a sigh, "I did a lot of thinking over these past few days," she regained her confidence and looked at him once more.

"Yeah?" he asked for her to continue.

"Yeah," she nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I've been thinking a lot about you...and what you said to me...both on the trip here and the other night...about how your daughter passed away, which is terrible, and how your wife left you, which is also terrible, but not nearly as much as losing a child...I mean, I wouldn't know the feeling of either, but still..." she trailed off, her fragmented sentences matching her train of thought. She glanced up and saw that Tommy was watching her as she spoke, "sorry," she whispered, feeling slightly embarassed for her rambling. But he was still waiting intently for what she said next, so she mustered up her confidence and continued, "and I couldn't help but think at the time that you were just saying those things in order to get pity from me..."

"I never expected pity from you," he cut her off, shaking his head to show sincerity.

"But then you told me that you felt something when we were together. Much like how I felt something. And by god, all I want in my life is to feel, even just for a short amount of time," she ended with a sigh.

Tommy didn't say anything, but instead stepped forward and took her into his arms hesitantly, almost like he was afraid that she'd reject him and push him away. But she didn't. She relaxed into his embrace as his arms moved around her waist, his hands locking in the small of her back. And that feeling engulfed the both of them.

(Y/N) smiled slightly as she looked up at him, "it was nice to know that you felt the same way I did...that I do," she said in a soft voice.

A smile pulled one corner of Tommy's lips upwards as he heard what she had to say. "Well I still feel the same way about you now," he told her, squeezing her tighter into his hold. "Haven't stopped since you left my room that day."

"Thank you for being honest with me now," she whispered, her hands coming up to play with the hem of his tanktop. She ran her hands around it, loving the feeling of his warm skin against the backs of her fingers.

"You haven't drank anything?" his sudden question caught her off guard, making her look up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, why?"

"Because I wouldn't want you to consider this a drunken decision," he told her before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first but then more firm when she responded positively to his kiss.

(Y/N)'s mind was swimming. She couldn't help but smile against his lips as she thought back to the exact same words that she'd said to him before they shared their very first kiss. And then she was freaking out when she realized that she was, once again, kissing Thomas Shelby. All of the synapses in her brain were firing as she moved her hands over his shoulders, up his neck, across the back of his head; everywhere she could as she desperately attempted to feel him again. To feel again.

They moved their way over to the bed that was positioned in the center of the room, their lips not parting until they fell onto the mattress. (Y/N) was laying with her back against the sheets and Tommy was hovering over her. The back of his right hand came up to run down her cheek slowly as he got lost in her eyes. "Stay with me tonight, (Y/N)," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips again. "Stay with me tonight and then every fucking night after that."

(Y/N)'s lips parted slightly as his ask registered into her brain. She knew her answer in an instant, and a smile formed on her lips as she got ready to tell him. "Yes, Tommy. I'll stay with you," she told him, stretching her neck up to kiss him once more.

Tommy was smiling as they pulled away. She'd finally used his nickname. Finally moved away from the formalities in every sense of the term. She no longer had her guard up to him and she no longer addressed him as if he were simply an acquaintance, someone she'd met through business.

As they shared multiple kisses and gave themselves to each other for the first time in too long, (Y/N) finally found out what it was like to feel. And now that she knew what that feeling was, she was never going to give it away.

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Postnote: I hope this met your expections...of course, it couldn’t be all happy, given the circumstances of the season, but I tried to end it happily. :)

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[evelxtus]

hello! i was wondering if you could do a part 2 for “everything will be fine” with scaramouche, kazuha, and maybe thoma? i just wanna say i appreciate the effort you put in each work and you can completely ignore this ask if you dont feel like writing it!! blows kiss

— ❛ Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ғɪɴᴇ ! (2)

pairing. . . scaramouche, kazuha, thoma x gn! reader.

warnings. . . not proofread, angst– you feel in danger and they ignore you (at the beginning, then all fluff!), pet names (dear, love), the introduction is on part 1.

a/n. . . of course! thank you for your words, i'm really thankful you see my efford in my writings <3

tags. . . @kaeyasplsmarryme, here's scara's part. enjoy it. <3

part 1. . .

⩩ SCARAMOUCHE.

Fights with Scaramouche, unfortunately, are not rare. Most of the time it's his fault, and he's never able to take the first step to reconcile you, he doesn't even feel that he has to apologize for anything. But there you were hours —sometimes minutes— later, because you hate being in bad terms with him.

But this time, it was different. You were tired of always going after him, enduring a guilt that never belonged to you. Today, you were going to go out for a walk to clear your mind, and if you saw it necessary, you would return home in a couple of days or three.

Worst of all, is that when you walked out the door, he didn't stop you.

. . . . . .

“Scara...” you called his name, hoping that by some chance he would listen to you. Little did you know that he was hiding behind the wall of a building, and it was bold for you to just think that he was going to answer your call after two days without showing up at home.

“Scara... Please.” You repeated, but nothing different happened. The boy leaned his back against that wall, and bent his head in exasperation, hitting it lightly against the hard surface. Maybe he missed you a little bit, maybe... he was having a hard time ignoring you.

You were terrified, and you didn't dare call him again. It was so dark that you couldn't see much around you, and your eyes were starting to form tears without knowing how to get out of that situation. Your legs didn't respond, you weren't able to run away from there. Here is when you think, “why am I so weak? How do I expect Scaramouche to go after me with how ridiculous I'm acting? Wake up, y/n.”

Well, let me tell you that since you left, Scaramouche has always been there to see you and make sure you were okay. You couldn't see him, but he was there. Every. single. time.

Suddenly, that animal jumped in front of you, the only thing you could see is a shadow, and with a scream of terror you kneeled, with your arms covering your head defensively.

Scaramouche felt his heart stop beating, and all blood in his veins suddenly running cold all over his body.

“Y/n!” he yelled, coming out of his hiding place, running towards you like never before.

The scene before his eyes soothed him enormously, but he couldn't help but let out an indignant snort.

“What do you think you were doing? How do you happen to walk alone at night in this place? Idio-!” he started scolding you, but was interrupted by your shaky voice.

“Scaramouche... I'm so glad you're here...” you relaxed your arms again, raising your tearful gaze to him. You didn't know if you were sorry, or relieved. Maybe both at the same time. For Scara, the answer was simple. He was relieved and eternally grateful nothing serious happened to you.

Your voice caused the fatui to come to himself, leaving his reprimand and kneeling in front of you, wrapping his arms around you in a protective hug.

“Why are you giving me these scares, dear? Come on, let's go home, that's where we should be. Together...” his voice had softened in a way that even seemed strange to you, but a small smile appeared in your lips. You really liked that new protective side of him. “Are you listening to me? And don't you dare to leave home again. If something happens to you, I...” not even he wanted to think about it. “tsk, forget it. I love you. Don't leave my side ever again. It's... it's an order!”

⩩ KAZUHA.

It's not very common to argue with Kazuha, and if you do, you are both very understandable and quickly return to be as if nothing had happened.

This time, you felt that something in you had finally clicked, you couldn't even see the boy's face, and you left your house to take a walk that would make you come back to yourself. The night breeze is your favorite, you felt like it wouldn't take long to get back to him.

. . . . . .

You were already close to home when it all happened.

“Kazuha...” you whispered, hoping he would hear you. You know he's listening to you, Kazuha's hearing is very sharp. The mentioned boy didn't arrive, tho. He was upset by your previous attitude. On bad terms and leaving home? Don't expect him to go after you now.

“Kazuha...” you repeated, meeting the same silence as before.

Your scream of terror got Kazuha out of the house in less than a second. His eyes desperately searching for your figure in the dark.

As soon as he found you, he made his way to you, picking you up off the ground. Your trembling arms wrapped around the boy's body, which took a few seconds to react.

“I… I am sorry… I am so sorry…” the poor boy was breathless from the fear at the thought that something bad had happened to you. “I love you, please, I beg you to forgive me...”

He was so lost. What'd he have done without you? You've never seen him so preoccupied before, and you comforted him when you snuggled closer to him. “Everything is fine now. Thanks for coming... I got scared...”

“Let's go... let's go back and get some rest, alright?” Kazuha was berating himself internally. He needed to be in calm to take care of you properly, but his heart kept beating fast. Like a mantra, all the way back he whispered inaudibly “Everything is fine. Y/n is fine.”

⩩ THOMA.

When you slammed the door behind you when you left the house, Thoma's heart sank, seeing how you left after the argument and not knowing when your return would be, the only thing he could do was wait for you. After all, you didn't want to see his face, did you?

. . . . . .

“Thoma.” You called his name, but no one answered. He had listened to you, but felt that perhaps you needed more time alone. The last thing Thoma wanted was for you to see him and remember once more the reason for your anger.

“Thoma...” nothing.

Nothing until that shadow jumped in front of you, causing a scream of terror to come out from the depths of your throat, falling to the ground waiting for a blow, an attack that would finish you off.

None of it came, instead, warm and soft hands pressed lightly on the back of your head, and you had no doubt that this was Thoma. “There, love... it's all over. Fear nothing, I am here.”

His voice was like a lullaby as your head rested on his chest, trying to calm you down and make all your fear disappear as quickly as it had appeared. “Thoma is here with you, my love. And he's never going to leave you alone again. I promise.”

He closed his greenish eyes, sighing quietly as he felt you so close to him again. “Thoma... I'm sorry I left, it was wrong...”

“Hush, hush now, if that's what you wanted to do, I wasn't going to stop you. I just want you to know that I love you, and no matter what you do, I'll be there for you.” Pulling you apart slightly to see your eyes, he gave you a tender smile. “Now we are going back. Ah! And take my jacket, it's a bit cold at this time of night.”

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[marvelgurl]

Always and Forever

Paring: Chris Evans X Reader

Word Count: 1125

Warning: Fluff, Mildly Possessive Chris, Angst (if you squint), Language (it’s like 1 word) 

A/n: Today is Valentine’s Day, I know I’m late on the upload but what else is new. Also, the social media posts at the very end took more time than me writing this.

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You were sitting on your couch at home, and you were bored, so you had decided to get on Instagram live. Dodger was curled up next to you, he was going in and out of sleep. After you loaded up the live people quickly joined, and the comments flooded in. You greeted them as they came up on the screen.

Y/n where’s Chris?

“Chris is currently away on set filming. It’s just me and Dodger.” You moved your phone to show everyone that he was curled up next to you.

AWW!!

He’s adorable!

Do you guys have anything planned for Valentine’s Day?

“No, we don’t. Chris hasn’t even asked me to be his Valentine yet.”

HE WHAT?!

Aren’t you guys married?

Scottevansgram has joined.

“Yes, we are married but he still hasn’t asked me to be his Valentine.”

OMG Scott is here!

Hi Scott!

“Scott’s here?”

Scottevansgram is requesting to join your live. You accepted his request.

“Scott! How are you?”

“I’m good. What are you doing right now?”

“I am telling everyone how Chris hasn’t asked me to be his Valentine yet and tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”

“Wow, Steve hasn’t asked me either.”

Chrisevans has joined

Chris is here too!!

Hi Chris!

How’s filming going?

“Really? How dare he? What is up with the men in our lives. I feel like I should just ask Dodger, then leave the house early tomorrow and take him to do all of his favorite things.”

“How about this?” He cleared his throat. “Y/n, Will you be my Valentine this year?”

What is happening right now? Scott why are you asking my wife to be your Valentine?

“I’m asking her because you haven’t, and tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, I have waited long enough.”  You let out a fake sniffle. “Chris stop trying to facetime me. I am having a nice conversation with my friends and my Valentine.”

Chrisevans is requesting to join your live. You denied his request.

“Not going to accept your request either.”

Y/n

“Christopher.”

Scott was just laughing at the two of you. Dodger moved so that he was looking at you. You were ignoring all of the comments except for Chris’. It’s hard to keep up with them because they were going up the screen fast.

What you didn’t know was that Chris was done early. Now he was getting things ready for your valentine’s day, and he was on his way home.

After a little while, you heard the lock on your front door open. You moved your phone to see Chris walking up behind you. He didn’t look very happy.

“Hi Chris.” You turned your head to greet him.

“Hi Chris!” Scott yelled over the phone, this caused Dodger to get up and look over the back of the couch.

“Don’t you hi Chris me, you traitor. You are trying to steal my wife from me.” He was giving Scott the evil eye, before he turned to you. “And you.”

“What did I do?”

He took the phone from your hand. “Bye Scott. Bye everyone.” He turned off the live, before giving you your phone back.

“Hey! I wasn’t done talking to them.” You got up and walked around the couch.

“Well too bad. When my wife decides to be my brother’s Valentine, I might have something to say about it.”

“Okay what do you want to say?”

“First of all, No.”

“No what?” You crossed your arms over your chest and popped your hip out, waiting for him to answer.

“No, you are not going to be Scott’s Valentine. You are mine, alwaysand forever.” He pulled your left hand off of your chest showing you the ring on your finger.

“Well since you didn’t ask me, and he did. This year I’m his.” You were trying to stifle a laugh.

“That’s too damn bad. We aren’t even going to be in town tomorrow.”

“What? Yes, we are.”

“No, we aren’t.”

He started moving towards you, causing you to move back towards the couch. Once you hit the couch, he grabbed onto your waist.

“What did you do Chris?” You looked up at him to see a smile starting to form on his face.

“Well let’s just say that we have a flight that we need to catch soon. I need to take Dodger to Ma’s; we also need to pack. So, you go get started on that and I will take care of him.” Chris pointed to a sleeping Dodger.

“Chris we can’t just leave. We both have to work.”

“Actually, we don’t. I talked to both of our agents, and they talked to the directors. Then a whole bunch of other mumbo-jumbo, now we are free for a few days.”

He was already moving to get Dodger out the door, while you were just standing there stunned. You were only brought out of it when your phone started ringing. You pulled the phone out and answering it without even looking.

“H…Hello?”

“Hey Hon, listen I love you and would never do this to you, but I have to take back the question of you being my valentine.”

“What?”

“I told Steve about your live and let’s just say he’s not happy.”

“Oh, sorry I’m kinda scatterbrained right now. I was going to call you because I have to decline being your valentine. Chris has something planned and we won’t be in town.”

“Okay, I guess this works out for both of us. Yay! Now if you will excuse me, I have to go get even more things for Steve for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, and I have to go pack.”

“Do you know where you are going?”

“No, he didn’t tell me.”

“Good luck with that then girl.”

“Thanks, I’m gonna need it.”

“Okay I will talk to you later. Love you Bye.”

“Love you too Bye.”

Once you were off the phone, you went to your room and started packing. Since you didn’t know where you were going, you packed a little bit of everything. When Chris came back, he went straight to your room and pulled an already packed bag from the closet.

“You are already packed?”

“Yeah.”

“When were you going to tell me about this?”

“When I got home. I wanted to surprise you.”

He moved in front of you again, pulling you close to him. You were standing there for a little bit, just enjoying the closeness. You pulled back, standing on your tiptoes before pulling him down into a kiss.

Three hours and fifteen minutes later you were standing outside of Disney World Resort. You were so happy to be here. You love Disney with all of your heart and soul. You couldn’t wait to spend your Valentine’s Day here with your forever valentine.

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[madamedevien]

Infernal Heat

Hey! It’s been a while - I really miss you guys.  Anyway, I know that a lot of you were keeping up to date with my Mammon x GN! Reader fic...while I’m updating it regularly on my AO3, I thought that I’d post the chapters that I’ve got here as well. I’m planning for it to be a 4 chapter fic, but let’s see how that goes! Warnings in tags (both here and AO3) - monster fucking comes into play much more come Chapter 3 and 4. The biggest thanks to @mawwart for their inspiration and @popcherrypop for reading over what I had all those months ago and actually helping me find direction. I’ve got a bigger/cheesier spiel on AO3, but anyway. Fingers crossed that the ‘Keep Reading’ line shows up here...

Chapter 1: Embers

The Great Mammon had woken up in a mood. He'd felt this creeping up for days now and he wished that it would just come and go already. It was hella distracting to have a constant tug of warmth and want in your gut, y'know? And it was annoying to feel the incessant need to primp and to add to the nest of pillows, blankets, sentimental and decorative items that now overtook most of his bed. But he was due a heat cycle. Annoyingly, he felt that it was probably going to settle in properly on that particular day and he'd been wrangled into going shopping by you. And for whatever reason he'd agreed. Not because he had a crush on you or anything. Damn, he couldn't even remember what you two were meant to be shopping for, that's how addled his mind was. Mammon really just wanted to stay put and perfect his nest. Maybe show it off to you. Although he wasn't sure if you'd appreciate the fact that he'd stolen a few items of yours while on laundry duty to tuck into said nest. Or that he wanted to maybe do something kind of nasty to a piece of your clothing. If not you. 

But would you want to? To see his nest? To lay in it, lay with him, to mate with him? He wanted you to. So very, very badly. He didn’t feel like he deserved you but, oh, to say that he wanted you was a vast understatement. Fuck. 

He groaned and threw one of his tanned arms over his eyes. The silveret realised that he was going to have to partially dislodge his beautiful nest to pull out Goldie (he couldn't go shopping without her - the very thought was offensive!) and that he was going to have to get rid of his raging boner before he faced you. 

So into a cold shower he trudged, loudly cursing the whole time.

---

Longest shopping trip in fucking history. 

It seemed like you were in need of freakin' everything imaginable. He wasn't to know that you were actually just taking your time because it'd been a while since the two of you had some time to yourselves. The demon had been acting strangely around you the past few days, although he was completely oblivious to just how weird it’d been for you.

And today, the Avatar of Greed just wasn't engaging. Questions went unanswered, as if he hadn't heard even when clearly looking at you, no boasting or sulking occurred, no bets or harebrained schemes hatched...he didn't even take you up on your offer of Hell Sauce Noodles! The demon was completely disinterested in all of this - the only thing he was interested in was you. He was also trying very very hard not to let his thoughts slip into anything inappropriate. Which was probably the single most difficult thing he’d had to do in all of his many years. Mammon wanted to take your hand and lace your fingers together; to shamelessly nuzzle your cheek in front of everyone on Silent Avenue. The thought made his heart swell. Better yet, if you were mated, he could kiss you in front of the whole crowd before publicly mounting you and-

Damn, it was hard to keep lewd thoughts at bay. He could feel his cheeks burning and looked away when your concerned expression turned to him. 

On the trek home (finally!), he fell into a lazy pace behind you and Mammon couldn’t help it as you walked together. His cerulean gaze raked over the beautiful curve in your neck - the space was perfect. In his mind, he could see how perfectly his head would fit and how the mark he could leave there would only accentuate the beauty of your skin. It’d be a gorgeous brand that would loudly proclaim to all, ‘I am mated to THE Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and Second of the Seven; don’t you dare even think to touch me’. The very notion only caused the flush of heat over his skin to worsen and his breath to hitch; he wanted to tear into his flesh to relieve himself of the insufferable and fiery itch.

The same thoughts washed over his brain again and again like some cruel tide, even once you'd passed through the doors of the House of Lamentation.

It took only a scant moment. He didn’t even think. The silver haired demon was aware that he was losing his mind due to his damned biology, but he didn’t realise that he was so far gone that he would do something so stupid. It was only your screech that alerted him to the fact that he had pulled you tight to his chest, that he was actually in the process of sinking sharp fangs into your supple skin. The sudden realisation made him tear off of you in surprise. 

Beel had been the first to burst through a doorway and into the corridor. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks and stared wide-eyed at the two of you; you with your hand clamped over the section of your neck that had been bitten, and Mammon an arm’s length away from with a look of abject horror painted over his handsome features. Stupid Mammon, indeed. The next to burst in was Lucifer, who looked ready for a proper melee. The sound that had come from you had genuinely startled the older brother, not that he’d admit that if asked. As his garnet gaze took in the scene before him, his mouth twisted unpleasantly. “Mammon…” Lucifer’s voice was dangerously low. Mammon shook his head urgently in response, “Nonono, Luci, it didn’t - I mean, yeah, it is what it looks like an’ I didn’t mean ta, but it...it’s not deep enough. Y’know?” The second brother sounded desperate. Mammon anxiously twisted his rings around his tanned fingers and had to fight back the tears that threatened the edges of his vision. He could have hurt you. “Oh, I think you’ll find that it’s more than deep enough.” Lucifer stalked toward you and put his hand on top of the one you were using to cover your wound. “Let me see how much damage the fool inflicted on you”. Mammon could see the frown that pulled at your mouth as you revealed the bite mark to his brother. No proper damage - the indents might linger, but no blood had been drawn; no skin had been broken. 

“It was more from the surprise than pain, Lucifer. I just wasn’t expecting someone to bite me, you know? That’s the kind of thing that I’d expect more from a very hungry Beel.” Your attempt to lighten the mood only made the Avatar of Pride’s expression sour further - but Beel muttered a small, “Fair”. Lucifer sounded positively glacial when he spoke again. “Beelzebub, please take our brother to his room." The Avatar of Gluttony nodded solemnly, gently taking the second eldest’s shoulder. Mammon stared miserably at the floor, guilt clearly written on his flushed face although he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t trust himself to. Not after such a stupid stunt. As the other two made their way up the stairs, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. 

This wouldn’t be pleasant.

--

It was no surprise to Mammon that Lucifer texted him shortly after the whole ordeal. He was just thankful that Lucifer hadn’t decided to come up to his room and literally tear into him after biting you. Of all the people to bite in the entire Devildom, it just had to be you didn’t it? Lucifer: Mammon. I have strictly instructed the household that you are not to be disturbed until I have given the all clear. You will stay in your room and I will bring you provisions at regular intervals. If you need anything, you will let me know. Are we clear? Mammon: Yes. Lucifer: Good. He waited, hopeful that Lucifer would provide an update on you. After an eon of waiting (which was actually all of seven minutes) he decided to ask. Mammon: Are they okay?

Lucifer: They are. And they will continue to be so long as you stay in your room and do not venture out. Ensure that you lock your door and remember to take your pheromone blockers as well or the whole house will reek of your mating scent. What were brothers for, if not a good motivational speech? --- Chapter 2: Flames Even with Lucifer’s reminder, Mammon had forgotten to take the pheromone blockers and to lock the door. He’d been far too distracted; worrying about your state of health, whether he’d damaged your relationship beyond repair, still trying to keep the lewd thoughts at bay, his instincts fretting over the piece of nest that had been dismantled earlier… It was a lot to be preoccupied with, okay? Without the pheromone blockers, the corridor outside of Mammon’s room was thick with the sweet perfume of a demonic male in heat. It was rich and cloying, the kind of scent that would cling to one’s clothes much to the annoyance of the other residents (Asmodeus excluded).  Mammon, however, didn’t care. He was too busy now attempting to cool the heat in the pit of his stomach and to regain some clarity of mind. An attempt at sleep had been made once his nest had been repaired and Goldie tucked into her rightful place, the lights turned down low and his clothes discarded to some far corner so that he could crawl into the nest in a comfortable state...but how could he sleep when obscene images of you kept popping into his head?  At first, he had tried to keep some semblance of his mind. The demon didn’t like to lose control during his heats. If he could keep his mind, he would keep to his more humanoid forms - and that was what he wanted. Because if you did, by chance, happen upon him...well. He didn’t want to scare you. Before he allowed himself to spiral into the anxiety of your imagined reaction, he reached for his ridiculously large bottle of lube. If he was going to dwell on the thought of anything, it was going to be how good he knew you’d feel… --- Mammon wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. He had brought himself to orgasm more times than he could count - but it only seemed to just take off the edge. A demon’s heat was never an easy thing, but why was this time around so damn difficult?  Satan would have been able to answer that with ease, the smug bastard; if a demon chooses a mate they will, naturally, be most inclined to couple with said mate for optimal breeding. To not couple with a chosen mate could make a heat worse - but to withhold coupling at all? Well, it would be a foolish endeavour.  The Avatar of Greed hadn’t realised just how he was slipping ; wings and horns had appeared without him even registering and his fangs had dropped to a predatory length (which he only noticed when he had apparently attempted to put a mating mark on a pillow covered in one of your stolen shirts that he’d been desperately rutting against, much to his embarrassment).  His breathing was rough. Mammon was equal parts exhausted and invigorated. He wanted nothing more than to let his knees fall out from under him so that sleep would hopefully take him - he wanted to stalk down the hall and into your room and fuck you senseless. And if Lucifer found out? Well, Mammon would love to see him try to pry you from his arms.  The very thought made him snarl, his grip on his cock tightening. It was enraging to even think that his brother would dare, a thought that had him so preoccupied that he didn’t hear the door click open.  His blue eyes slipped over to you and the wet sound of him furiously fucking his fist stopped abruptly. It was impossible to tell which one of you was redder. This was not what he had been expecting. “Uh-” A rasp of your name interrupted you. “Didn’t Lucifer tell you not to come?” He watched as you nodded dumbly, “Yes”. Heavy breath was the only noise to pass between you several beats. The demon in front of you was wondering whether this was fate; you weren’t running, you looked interested and, fuck, you smelled so good. You smelled aroused and it made him growl; “C’mere then”. The way that you slammed the door and scampered toward him practically had him preening in pleasure. Just as eager, Mammon scrambled over to meet you, flustered yet excited, and hauled you up close to him. He bumped your foreheads together. From here it was easy to see how incredibly blown his pupils were, to feel how desperately ragged his breathing was. You were dangerously close. “Now, see here, I'm gonna give ya one chance to go. ‘Cause if I kiss ya, I’m not gonna be able to stop. I won’t be able to let ya go. You’ll be stuck with me for the whole fuckin’ ride, ya hear?” Holy shit, his voice was so strained. “Then kiss me, you dummy.” No repeat was necessary. Mammon threaded his fingers into your hair, hesitating for only the briefest moment before pressing his lips to yours. When you responded in kind his fervour, his deep rooted greed, quickly followed. He’d wanted to kiss you from day one and not a moment had gone by since  without him imagining it. This felt so incredibly right. But he couldn’t ignore the heat curling in his gut. He needed you, wanted you. And as far as he could tell, despite the dark whispers in the back of his mind saying otherwise, you seemed to feel the same.The way that you returned his greedy kisses, how your fingers had twisted sharply in his hair, how you didn’t seem to mind the messy clicking of his elongated fangs against your blunt teeth as he tried to figure out how best to navigate your mouth in this form - how could he deny that he was wanted?  Mammon's only regret when looking back on this evening with you would be not savouring your body laid bare for him for the first time. His mind was too heat-addled to appreciate it; he was unable to slowly peel off your layers and to have the sentiment returned in kind as he had previously fantasised about. In his mind’s eye, he had a whole big romantic gesture planned if you had decided to sleep with him. Previously, he had imagined how he would make love to you and treasure every moment of it...but alas… Your clothes were quickly stripped from you, sharp fangs nipping at new skin as it was exposed. There was no delicate treatment here and he paid no heed to the sound of torn material. When he next plundered your mouth, it was far smoother than the first time - he was a fast learner, after all.  The only complaint that he had about kissing you was that it muffled those beautiful noises of yours. When he broke the seal of your mouths it was to gently toss you back toward the top of the bed, deeper into his nest and into the comfort of a ridiculous amount of pillows - to properly secure you into his nest. To see you like that felt...good. It felt right. It was clear that was exactly where you belonged. The very image had him growling in satisfaction as he took the opportunity to crawl over your body, his fingers gripping at the meat of your thighs and hips as if ensuring that you were truly there with him. Thankfully, his nails had not yet turned into talons or they would have pierced through you with ease at the way that he handled your flesh.  Mammon had to take a deep breath when he looked at you this time. He needed to make sure that he didn’t hurt you while doing this - it was the last thing in the world that he wanted. It was unusual for the Avatar of Greed to put the needs of others before his own...but you weren’t just some ‘other’. You were you. His very own treasure, his very own mate. Reluctantly, a hand left your body to fish for something buried within the nest. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” He coated his fingers generously in lube, desperate to ensure that he would cause as little pain as possible, “Just fuckin’ perfect”. Two fingers slipped into you as Mammon spoke, his tone low and hoarse. Never had he imagined just how difficult it would be to hold himself back like this, nor could he have been prepared for just how much desire he felt in that moment. The sensation of your hot core wrapped around his fingers had him shamelessly rutting against your thigh, a poor attempt at taking the edge off of his lust.  A human really had no business wrecking him like this. His heat cycles were normally pretty boring - desperate rutting for a day or two and then back to normal life. You had no right to set his skin aflame like this, no right to have him feel like he could cum just from the noise you made once he had three fingers fucking into your heat. The way his blood was rushing in his ears was deafening...and he wanted more. It didn’t take too long for it all to get too much. Even all of the dark hickies that he had furiously littered your neck, chest and shoulders with weren’t enough to distract him from the wet sound of his fingers preparing you or the stunning sounds he managed to pull from you when he got the angle of his hand just right.  Mammon would never admit it, but he kind of missed his target. The point of removing his hand from you had been to slip himself right in. Instead, as he kissed you he rolled his slick cock against your sex...which, to be fair, had felt better than your thigh. And if the sound that you’d made in response was anything to go by, you thought so too.  He liked that noise. A lot. So he rolled his hips against you again, groaning in response to you. Ever eager to please, the greedy demon found a rhythm that you both seemed to enjoy in the interim. “Ya like that, huh?” Mammon wasn’t sure where the cockiness in his tone was coming from when internally he felt so nervous. It was those very nerves that quickly had his hand moving to guide his cock to your entrance and thrusting into you before you could retort. Mammon didn’t realise it would silence both of you.  By no means was he a virgin. The Great Mammon would have it known that he was a proper Casanova type, thank you very much. He just didn’t realise how different it would feel coupling with someone that he truly and deeply loved. The heat causing that deep need to breed the closest thing with a pulse didn’t help things, of course.  It was...incredible, for lack of a better word. Divine. Mammon choked on an Infernal curse once seated completely in you and had to literally bite his tongue to keep an anchor on his self-control.  All of that hard earned control was thrown out the window when his name passed your lips.  There was no hesitation in how his hips pistoned, fucking into you relentlessly. His hands manoeuvred to cradle the back of your knees and he pushed your legs back to allow him more access to your body, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. The noises that left him were snaps and snarls of Infernal praise, not that he realised. The only thought on Mammon’s mind was his primal objective of breeding you until neither of you could move ; it didn’t matter whether you could actually fall pregnant or not. No logic or worry clouded his mind with these thoughts. All he could focus on was filling you with his seed until he couldn’t any more, the thought of your stomach tender and round because of his affections toward his mate... Mammon’s first orgasm came with an embarrassing quickness. When he spilled inside of you, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your chest, he was quickly filled with a relief and warmth that he hadn’t felt in ages. For the first time since his heat had set in, there was true clarity in his mind. While his natural instincts weren’t completely quelled, it was enough for him to actually think with something other than his adamantly pulsing dick. His relief quickly fell to mortification, the shadows of which were clear on his features when he pulled back to look at you. His cheeks were tinted red both from exertion and embarrassment ; he hadn’t paid enough attention to get you to climax. He was quick to stutter out your name, mouth tripping on the words that were trying to get out of his mouth as his sluggishly content brain tried to supply words just beyond reach. “What, isn’t The Great Mammon going to make me cum?” Your sass fanned the flames in his loins. A playful snarl was made in response, “Oh sweetheart. I’m going to make you cum so fuckin’ hard you black out. You won’t be able to feel your legs by the time I’m done with you”. And so The Great Mammon set to work. --- Mammon hummed contentedly as you lazily played with the hair at the nape of his neck hours later. This was perfection. Strong fingers stroked your thighs as he enjoyed the sensation of you wrapped around his hips, the pleasure of you sat on his lap while cuddled up together in your nest. The demon toyed with the thought of pushing his hips up just to make you gasp from the overstimulation, but decided against it. Although he was loath to admit it, you needed rest - because Mammon had been good to his word, ensuring that you both had more than your fair share of orgasms.  But this was good. The fire in his gut had died down to crackling embers, although he knew it would flare up again soon - but you would be there to help ease him through it. And you even seemed to like helping him out. What was the phrase… ‘mutually beneficial’? Somethin’ like that. His eyes fluttered open when he heard your chuckle. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew how freakin’ stunning you were when you smiled like that. “What?” When your eyes met his, he was pouting frowning. The laugh that you let out only made his brow furrow more, “I said what. What’s got ya laughin’ like that, huh? You should be out like a freakin’ light by now”. It wasn’t until you replied that he realised how obvious it was, “I didn’t know that demons could purr”. Mammon squawked loudly and attempted to divert your attention - he sounded like a damn motor! It wasn’t fair! He wasn’t even able to control the way he was going off… It was embarrassing. “Well, yeah, y’know, sometimes. We’re incredible ‘n mysterious creatures us demons, y’know! Demons are capable of things that your human mind couldn’t even comprehend! Anyway, ’s not like ’s all the time or anythin’ like that…” He tried to occupy himself and forget about the heat radiating from his face by playing with your hair - but he could feel you smiling against the crook of his neck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” The incredible and mysterious demon sounded more like a petulant child (well, a purring and petulant child). “So, when do you normally purr?” “I dunno. When we’re happy, I guess?” “Does that mean I haven’t made you happy before?” The way that he spluttered was definitely worth teasing him. “Who said that ya haven’t made me happy?! ‘N besides, this is different!” Even Mammon couldn’t deny that he was now pouting, but he tried to focus on the feeling of your fingers running along his shoulders. It was nice; soothing, even. Until he felt a sharp tug on the back of his neck.  “Ouch! You gotta be more gentle than that!” The look of surprise on your face made him want to curl in on himself. “Mammon - are those feathers?” “Phffft,” The greedy demon rolled his eyes and tried to deflect your query, “Shaddap. You dunno what you’re talking ‘bout”.  When your mouth opened again, he did take the opportunity to thrust sharply into you. At the gasp, he lurched forward with a passionate kiss. Simply to shut you up, of course. No hidden agenda. His pleased purring melted into a deep rumbling, the fire in his belly stoking itself back to life. It was impossible for him not to roll you over to allow him to bask in more of your shared passion. The laughter that ensued, laughter that he was sure was aimed at him, only made his heart swell as much as his cock.

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[beauvibaby]

there won’t be anyone else — t.seguin

a/n: obviously my timeline isn’t going to be accurate, and I know he went back to Canada for a large portion of his recovery but this is what worked… should I do a part 2???

Part two here!

summary: tyler asks his best friend to stay with him and his daughter during his recovery

word count: 5.2k

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“Y/N?” Tyler spoke nervously, you tore your eyes off of the six month old in your arms, she gurgled in complaint as she grabbed at your face, “what’s up?” You asked him, shushing his daughter as she kept pinching your face. He smiled at the sight of you two, “I have to have a couple of surgeries, big surgeries, and I’m going to need a lot of help with Willow.” He explained, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “do you think you could come stay with us for a while?” He finally asked, you nodded instantly, you’d known Tyler ever since he came to Dallas. Long before he ended up as a single father to little Willow. “Of course, Ty.” You assured him, “anything you guys need.” You added, giving him a soft smile as Willow reached for her daddy. “Hi baby girl.” He grinned, smothering her in kisses, “glad you finally wanted to come back to me.” He teased her, holding her above his head as she giggled, the sight alone melted your heart as she grabbed at his beard the second it was in reach. “When is the surgery?” You asked him, you were fortunate enough to run an online shop, so really, as long as you could bring your supplies to his house, which you knew he’d have no problem with, you’d be set.

“Next week,” he paused, glancing over at you, “in New York.” He rushed his words together. “New York?” You gasped, eyes going a little wide. “You don’t have to come!” He stated, “my mom is going to meet me there, and then she’ll fly with me back here.” He explained, “I’ll be gone for a little over a week, then I can rehab here.” He added, realizing he didn’t explain anything very well. “Are you sure you don’t want us there?” You asked, motioning to Willow who was happily laying on his chest, gurgling away, probably close to taking a nap since she just ate. “I do, I really do, but it’s not worth the hassle, she’ll be happier here.” Tyler sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’ll send you a bunch of pictures and videos of her, promise.” You laughed softly, thinking of how crazy this recovery is going to be for him. “You’re going to do great.” You assured him, seeing the wheels turning in his head, “I’m sure of it, and I’ll do anything I can to help.” You murmured, running a hand through your hair as all he could do was muster up a smile.

***

Day 1.

Tyler’s mom FaceTimed you that night, once he was coherent enough to remember seeing his daughter. “Hi, Mrs. Seguin.” You spoke softly, Willow looking around with wide eyes on your lap, you flipped the camera to show her, “Tyler.” His mom mumbled, handing the phone over, he looked exhausted but the way his eyes lit up when he saw Willow, she’d just had a bath so she was only in a diaper, showing off her chunky little legs. “Hey, Willow, hi baby.” He spoke, she focused in on the phone, rapidly swatting at it as she recognized his face. You giggled, moving her around to be sitting more on your chest, her face next to yours. “Say hi.” You cooed to her, waving her hand for her, she bounced excitedly as he smiled at her.

Day 2.

He was a little grumpy that day, but tried not to show it as he got to see Willow via FaceTime again, you knew he was already tired of being unable to move.

Day 3.

You were talking to him encouragely as he walked for the first time in three days, Willow sleeping in her room, Tyler’s mom held the phone out in front of her. You knew it had to be hard for her as well, to see her son like this, all because he was playing the sport he loved. You took some time to talk to her as the nurses helped Tyler get back in bed.

He didn’t feel up to talking again that day so you were sure to send him photos and videos of Willow, she was finally sitting up on her own without falling over.

The next week went on like that until he was finally coming home, luckily it was right during Willow’s long afternoon nap, so you could help him get settled and get everything in order before his mother had to leave to catch a flight tonight.

***

“Hey, Tyler.” You smiled, opening the car door, greeting him brightly, he tried to mimic your eyes excitement, but you could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Hey.” He mumbled, letting out a soft groan as you helped him get out and onto his feet, he gave his mom a hard time about using the wheelchair, you could see the pain floating in her eyes, just overly worried that he would fall. “I’ve got him, Jackie.” You assured, walking directly beside him as he hobbled with his crutches, she nodded, grabbing the bags out of the car as you helped him get inside the house.

“Thank you.” He sighed, leaning into the couch cushion as you put a pillow under his leg. You just gave him a reassuring smile, his mom dropping the stuff by the entryway, “be easy on her, I know it’s hard for you, but imagine if you saw Willow like this.” You added in a whisper, understanding came across his face as he nodded, motioning for her to sit beside him, you let them have their moment as you grabbed his bags and brought them to the room he’d been staying in, on the first floor for now, until stairs weren’t a questionable decision.

You put the clothes in the laundry, and moved some stuff down to the guest room, humming softly as you did this stuff without question, just doing it to be helpful, not thinking of how much the small gesture would really mean to him.

After a while, you peeked in on Willow and she was still sleeping soundly with her arms above her head, you smiled, carefully shutting the door to the nursery and heading down the stairs with the monitor, Jackie had to get going if she was going to make it to the airport in time. So you both said your goodbyes, and you could tell it was hard for Tyler to let her leave like that, but what was he to do, she has a life to get on with as well.

“How has she been while I was gone?” Tyler asked, looking at Willow on the monitor, his heart clenching in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hold his baby girl again. “She was good, Ty.” You giggled, easing his nerves, he nodded, “thank you, so much, I know we just started the recovery process but you’ve already helped so much.” He explained, adjusting himself on the cushions, “you don’t have to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help, I love spending time with her, and you.” He smiled at your words, giving you the side eye as you turned away in embarrassment. You two had always been flirty, but once he came to you and said that was going to be a dad, he changed, he stopped going out, he spent his time at home, and it only made it easier for you to imagine a life with him. “We like spending time with you too.” He whispered, resting his hand on your knee right before Willow started to cry. You could tell he briefly forgot he couldn’t go get her as he went to sit up but then stopped himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll get her.” You hopped up, excited to see her when she finally got to see him for the first time in over a week, you took the stairs two at a time as you heard her crying get more intense.

As you picked her up, you completely forgot that Tyler had the monitor, and could hear and see you tending to her. “Oh my goodness.” You cooed, scooping her up, “your daddy is so excited to see you.” You grinned, kissing her chubby cheeks, making a brief face of disgust as you got a whiff of her diaper, “let’s get you cleaned up first.” You whispered, grabbing her a new outfit, this one having dealt with a small blowout. You quickly changed her and put her in her little jean shorts and a pink shirt, if it wasn’t for you, you were certain Tyler wouldn’t have anything girly for her to wear. He was watching the whole time as you took care of her like she was your own, his heart swelling in his chest, he’d always had a thing for you, but as he saw you with his baby, it only made him fall harder. And he became determined to make you his by the time he was back to playing.

He turned the monitor off and shimmied himself to be sitting up more properly as you came down the stairs, “who is that, Willow?” You gasped, pointing towards Tyler, she began to bounce in your arms. “It’s daddy.” You grinned at her, walking over to him and allowing him to take her. He breathed out in relief, “I missed you so much, baby girl.” He groaned, hugging her tightly, she pushed on him so she could lean back and look at him, she looked at him with a completely serious face before trying to bite his nose. He broke into a fit of laughter as he moved her away from his face, “that’s not nice princess.” He joked, tickling her sides, she giggled swinging her little legs as he lifted her up. “I swear she grew in a week.” He mumbled, sitting her on his good side, she sat on the couch, chewing on her hands and getting drool everywhere. “And she sits now.” He groaned, dramatically resting his head in the couch, she mimicked him and fell into the cushion. “Crazy girl.” You commented, taking the chance while she was distracted to tie up the top part of her hair, she definitely had his hair and all it did was fall in her eyes. Tyler smirked at you, you rolled your eyes at him, “now she looks like a real little princess.” You quipped to him, he faked a gasp, dramatically hoisting her into his chest. “How dare Y/N say that about my princess.”

It was a lot of extra work, and mess, but you brought her jar of food and bib to the couch so Tyler could feed her, knowing it was one of his favorite times with her as she was so smiley. “Have you ever tried this?” Tyler asked curiously as you sat beside him with her in your lap, she happily ate the spoonful of puréed apples, peas and beets. “Baby food?” You asked with a laugh, he nodded, pushing some more into her gummy smile, she gnawed on the spoon as he tried to take it away. “No, I haven’t.” You answered as you contained your laughter, “I tried it once, I figured it couldn’t be so bad, and it was even worse than bad.” He explained, carefully prying the spoon from her hands, she pouted at him, about to cry until he gave her the last bite and let her chew on the soft rubber spoon. “I’m sure it was.” You snickered, lightly wiping around her mouth, “when’s that first tooth gonna come in? Hmm.” He spoke to her, rubbing her little tummy as she burped, he smiled at her, the love he had for her was something only a father and daughter could share, and it was beautiful as you could see the concern on his face as she began to whimper. You let him take her as you went to get rid of the jar and spoon, coming back with her bottle.

“I just changed her, so she should be good for a while after this, is it alright if I go get some work done?” You asked him, he easily nodded as he laid her back on his chest, holding the bottle up to her lips as she eagerly started sucking on it. “Yeah, of course.” He spoke, not hearing you had already started walking away once he nodded, he smiled as you were tying your hair up sloppily while you walked, something you’d always done when you were getting focused on a project.

He turned on the golf channel, sinking into the couch with Willow as she fell asleep once her bottle was empty, he laid her down in the cushion beside him, boxing her in with a rolled up blanket and leaving his hand resting on her as he himself fell asleep.

***

Tyler had been home for a couple of weeks, physical therapy had been stepping up a lot, which meant he was incredibly sore by the time he got home, and incredibly stubborn. He figured, if he could do it just fine with a doctor walking beside him, there was no reason he couldn’t walk ten feet into the bathroom. Well, he quickly found out he was wrong as he stumbled from a pain in his hip and ended up on his knees, cursing as he couldn’t push himself up. You heard him fall, then the sounds of him cursing to himself and you shot up. “Tyler!” You called, rushing towards his room, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you rounded the corner. “Hey, hey, are you ok?” You gasped kneeling beside him. He shook his head, slumping against the wall in defeat, “what’s wrong?” You asked, looking over him, trying to make sure he didn’t pull any stitches, or injure himself again. “I just can’t get up.” He muttered, slamming his fist on the wall. “I’m a fucking professional athlete and I can’t stand up on my own!” He snapped, he thought you’d move away at the tone of his voice, but you didn’t, you only moved closer, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “I know, Ty. It’s going to be ok.” You whispered, his breathing was ragged as he finally gave in and hugged you back. He calmed down as you just stayed there, letting him hug you as tight as he needed, you pushed his curly mop of hair back once he completely calmed down. “You ready to get back up again?” You whispered, he nodded watching you stand up and give him your hands. “Just push with your good leg, alright.” You gently reminded him, stepping a little sideways to give your feet some traction. “One, two, three.” You pulled on his hands as he slid up, his back against the wall steadying him, he planted both feet on the ground, you quickly grabbed his crutches.

“I’ll just wait until you’re back in bed.” You mumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he nodded, hobbling to the bathroom right outside the room. Your adrenaline high quickly crashed as you waited for him, and you found yourself laying flat on the bed as you waited.

Tyler came back into the room, stopping in the doorway as he saw you stretched out on half of the bed. A smile came over his face as you shifted in your sleep, burying half your face in the pillow, inhaling softly as you felt at peace. He didn’t wake you, he couldn’t bring himself too, so he carefully got into the opposite side of the bed, the thumping in his chest so loud he was certain you could feel it as you subconsciously rolled towards him, resting your hand on his chest as he threw the blanket over you.

Eventually, morning came, and when you woke up in the empty bed, the events of last night came rushing back and you leaped out of bed, not only was Willow crying from her room, but you didn’t see Tyler anywhere, you instantly became worried he’d fallen again and you’d slept right through it. “Y/N?” Tyler called as you went rushing past the kitchen looking for him. “Tyler!” You gasped in relief, placing a hand over your chest as you saw him pouring a cup of coffee. “I thought you fell again, oh my god, where did you sleep? Oh, the baby, let me get the baby!” You rambled heading for the stairs, he chuckled as he listened to you stomp up them, Willow’s crying soon stopping as you picked her up.

He was feeling a little better today, so he managed to get Willow’s morning bottle ready, and some toast for himself, settling himself at the table as you came down the steps. Your hair was tangled in itself, you didn’t have makeup on, and you were in oversized sweats and a tank top, but you’d never looked better to him as you giggled with his daughter on your hip.

You called his name as you walked into the kitchen, spotting him at the table, he didn’t answer, but his eyes were pointed in your direction, “Tyler?” You called again, snapping your fingers. He blinked, “what? Sorry.” Tyler muttered sheepishly, “did you want eggs?” You asked him, eyeing him suspiciously as you maneuvered Willow in your arms to give her her bottle. She happily started drinking it as you propped it up on your cheek, pulling the eggs out of the fridge. “Give her to me.” Tyler chuckled, making grabby hands for her as you struggled to balance everything, you happily gave her over, glancing back as he cooed down to her, whispering a good morning as he kissed her messy head of his hair, they looked so like in that moment, Tyler with his hair sticking all over the place, and Willow with hers pushed to the side from you, with a clip barely holding it back.

“I’m not sure if you’re up to it, or if you want to, but I was going to go to the pumpkin patch later today, if you and Willow want to come?” You offered, “I know you hate having to use that wheelchair but it would be so fun to see her next to all those giant pumpkins.” You raddled on, giving Tyler the chance to admire you, “yeah, that sounds fun.” He answered, smiling when you turned to face him excitedly, “I’m sure you have some cute outfit for her planned out too.” He rolled his eyes jokingly, and you nodded eagerly, of course you did, how could you not, it is her first fall season after all.

“Here ya go.” You mumbled, sliding a plate in front of him, he furrowed his eyebrows, “I never answered about the eggs.” He didn’t argue though, as he picked up his fork and took a bite. “I know, but you’re doing a lot today, you need them.” You giggled, offering a small piece to Willow, now nearly eight months old. She happily mushed it with her couple of teeth, smiling brightly at Tyler, he nodded reassuring her that she was doing good.

Finally you were loading up into the car to go out for a while, Willow dressed in the cutest outfit she had, something you’d bought before she was even born. The belle sleeve onesie just barely still fit her chunky frame, and the red overall skirt over top just made her look even more adorable, and of course, a matching red bow in her hair. Tyler jokingly didn’t approve of how short her skirt was as he took her from you once you arrived, she sat perched on his lap as you pushed the wheelchair down the isles, thankful for the wood boards they had put down as paths in the dirt, Willow was making noises at everything she saw, reaching out to touch the pumpkins every once in a while. “Let me get a picture of you two.” You stopped his chair next to a huge pile of pumpkins, and he stood Willow up on his lap as she grinned at you, it was by far one of your favorite photos of them so far.

An older couple was walking by and smiled at you, “would you like me to take a photo for you?” She asked, and before you could even process her words, Tyler was answering with a yes please. You felt the blood rush to your face as you approached him, he handed Willow to you, and you were about to stand beside him but he gently pulled you to sit on his good leg, you didn’t have time to react, you only smiled for the camera just like he was. “Oh, how beautiful.” The older woman cheered, handing the phone back over to you. “Thanks.” You mumbled, Willow hiding her face in your neck, suddenly shy. You clicked on the picture, and you felt like your chest would explode, you looked like a family, but you weren’t. “Y/N?” Tyler called, you quickly shoved your phone in your pocket, “are you ready to go?” He asked, taking the baby back from you, confusion laced in his tone as he saw the look on your face. “Yeah, Uh, yeah let’s go.” You mumbled, pushing the chair towards the exit, he held in a sigh, trying to figure out what had caused your sudden mood change.

***

“It’s Christmas!” You heard Tyler cheer as he got Willow out of her crib, the nine month old clapping her hands out of his excitement. Tyler was on the upside now, his second surgery complete, and now rehabbing both, he was able to walk without his crutches, he had to go slow on the stairs, but the doctor encouraged him to keep working on them. In a few weeks he’s going to be skating for the first time in months, and you were terrified, meanwhile he was ecstatic, ready to feel like his normal self again. You smiled, keeping your eyes shut as your door opened, “it’s Christmas!” Tyler shouted, putting Willow on the bed and letting her crawl up to your head, mushing on your cheeks, you gasped lifting her up quickly, sending her into a fit of giggles in her reindeer pajamas. “Christmas? Your first one!” You spoke to her, Tyler smiled, sitting beside you. “Merry Christmas.” He whispered, handing you an envelope, he laughed as you put Willow down and quickly pushed yourself to be sitting against the headboard beside him. She made her little baby babble as she played with the bunched up blanket. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” You spoke softly, opening the envelope, revealing a gorgeous Christmas card. “Oh shush, just read it.” You could hear the nerves in his tone, you shot him a smile before letting your eyes run over the extensive writing he’d done.

“Y/N, you have been a godsend in mine and Willow’s life, there isn’t anyone else I would’ve trusted to leave her with during all of this, there isn’t anyone else I’d want to be helping me off the floor at three am. What I’m trying to get at is,

There isn’t anyone else. I don’t think there will be anyone else.

So, if you’d kindly accept my gift, dinner, without Willow, a date, that’s what I’d like to call it.

Love, Tyler.”

“What’s the matter, Seguin? Too afraid to ask me in person?” You quipped, he opened and closed his mouth searching for the right words to say, “is that a yes?” He finally asked, a hopeful look dancing in his eyes. “Of course it’s a yes. I’ve only been waiting months for you to ask.” You giggled, catching him off guard by pecking his lips, it isn’t like you two hadn’t shared kisses before, but it was normally in a drunken state. “Uh-huh.” He hummed pulling you back in for a proper kiss, Willow shrieked, startling you both. She was looking at you angrily, before snuggling up to her dad, as if saying you weren’t allowed near him. “Good job, princess, gotta protect daddy from mean ol’ Y/N.” He murmured to her, earning a glare from you, but as he broke into laughter, you couldn’t even keep up your charades. “Come on, it’s Christmas, she’s got presents to open.” You mumbled, kissing her chubby cheek, “presents!” He cheered, holding her up highly, she giggled as he lunged her back down.

The date had gone as good as you could’ve hoped,

not exactly how he’d planned, but still a great night, the sitter had cancelled, and the restaurant he wanted to take you too didn’t offer a pick up option, so you ended up eating pizza on the living room floor, watching Disney movies, per your request, and talking about everything and anything. And of course, there were lots of stolen kisses.

***

“It’s alright to be a little scared you know.” You reminded your now boyfriend, he was about to go on the ice for the first time in months, and the anxiety just hit him, what if’s repeating themselves in his head. Willow was fast asleep in the stroller, tired from her own activities this morning. “But–“ “No but, you’ve got this babe, you’ve been warming up to this for months, hell, you probably skate better than you walk.” You cut him off, giving him a short pep talk, you squealed in delight when he pulled you in for a quick kiss. You pulled away with a smile, “now, go show that ice whose boss.” You giggled, pecking him once more before patting his shoulder, you weren’t allowed to watch him rinkside, no distractions allowed, so you took Willow for a short walk, all the while she slept. You kept yourself busy, getting caught up with things on your phone as you waited for Tyler to call and say he was done.

Finally as you went back to get him, Willow was awake but grumpy, and hungry, so you kind of just rushed in with her on your hip. Also remembering you had some stuff to do for work today that was time sensitive, “how’d it go?” You asked as you bounced her in an attempt to get her to calm down. Tyler slung his bag over his shoulder, “it was great, rusty, but it felt good.” He explained shortly, sending your urgency, “I’ll put her in the car.” He offered, taking her from you, and instantly she calmed down, only making you feel worse. You knew it was common for her to go through phases, hell, she’d done this with Tyler where she wanted nothing to do with him for almost a whole month, you didn’t realize how bad it would hurt. He shot you an apologetic smile, “hey, just take a deep breath. You’re gonna get everything done on time.” He assured you.

***

New Years had come and gone, and Willow’s first birthday was quickly approaching, as were her first steps. Tyler was sad that they were going to be happening so soon, but at the same time he was beyond excited for her to be running around in no time.

She quickly grew out of the phase of only wanting Tyler, which both of you were grateful for, as he could see it eating away at you.

“Come on, come to dada.” You heard Tyler, you peeked your head around the wall, seeing him sitting on the floor arms reach away from Willow, she looked at him quizzically, reaching her arms out, she wobbled but didn’t fall. “Come on baby.” He encouraged her, she took one step, two, three, and he just kept sliding back until she couldn’t go any further. “Oh my god!” You and Tyler shouted at the same time, “shit,” he jumped now knowing you were behind him. “Hi.” You laughed, sitting beside him, “I think you officially have a walker on your hands.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He furrowed his brows for a moment, he looked as if he was going to say something, but then decided against it. “Yeah I do.” He chuckled in agreement, setting her back on her feet and grinning as she did it again, and again, and again until she was too tired to do anymore and just plopped herself on your lap.

“Hi baby.” You mumbled, kissing her forehead, she sighed, nuzzling into your neck, instantly falling asleep. “She loves you.” Tyler mumbled, tucking your loose hair behind your hair, you bit your lip as you looked over at him. “I love you.” He breathed out, relief hitting him when you broke into a huge smile, “I love you, Ty.” You mumbled, he kissed you as good as he could with Willow curled up on your lap. “Let’s go put her to bed, yeah.” He laughed, taking her from you and disappearing to her room in record speed.

***

Tyler had his first morning skate today, finally getting back into a routine with the team, he was anxious as it was on a Saturday, thankfully no game today, but it was Willow’s birthday party. Of course, all planned by you, Tyler clueless on what to do for a one year old, all he knew is it had to be puppy themed, because those were her absolute favorite things.

“Woah.” Tyler stopped in his tracks, seeing the decorations you’d spread out around the house, his dogs happily laying with party hats on their heads. “Baby, this is awesome.” He chuckled as you came around the corner to greet him, “I know it is.” You laughed, welcoming the hug he offered you. “Thanks for doing all this for her.” He mumbled against your head, “of course.”

***

“Dada, dada, dada!” Willow shrieked running towards him, “Willow?” He gasped, his first game back resulting in a loss, but he scored and you couldn’t lie, it made you emotional. And he was all the clueless to you two being here, “surprise!” You grinned as he scooped her up, “you came?” He mumbled in shock, kissing his daughter before pulling you in with his other arm, “of course we came.” You whispered against his lips, smiling as he finally kissed you, “you did so amazing, babe, I’m so proud of you.” You cupped his jaw with one hand, “thank you.” Is all he could get out before Willow started to speak. She reached for you, “mama.” Your breathing hitched, and Tyler’s smile had grown. You looked to him, afraid to over step, “yes baby, that’s mama.” He assured her, “Tyler.” You cautioned, taking her as she kept reaching for you.

“Y/N, she’s just as much yours as she is mine, you’ve been here since she came home, you’ve taken care of her like a mother, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon. So yes. You’re her mom.” His words brought tears to your eyes, he smiled softly wiping away the tears, kissing your forehead as Willow watched curiously, she kissed your cheek with a smile, having learned early on to be affectionate to people she liked. “Thank you baby,” you cooed to her, resting your head on top of hers. “Mama?” She hummed, smiling against you. “Yeah.” You agreed. “I love you.” Tyler sighed, snapping a picture of his girls, he said the words right before he snapped the picture, getting the most genuine smile from you. “I love you.”

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[lene-loki]

The Calm After The Storm Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Loki surprisingly shows up at (Y/N)'s apartement and is determined to prove her that she doesn't need to be scared of him.

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Warnings: Huge Trigger Warning, mentions of rape, mentions of sexual abuse, A LOT of Angst, suicidal thoughts, mentions of self-harm, Spoiler for The Avengers and Thor: Ragnarok, eventually Smut, some fluffy Loki

Word Count: 1,453

A/N: Hello guys, here is part 4 of my Loki story :) I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned for upcoming Steve Rogers and Peter Parker Imagines I'm working on :) Also, if you want to get tagged too just tell me! With Love, Léne xx

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Y/N = Your Name

A week has passed since Loki saved you from your coworker, at least for the moment. And lately you are having really strange daydreams which don't really feel like as if they're your own thoughts. It feels close to hallucinating and you think you officially have become insane. It is always the same thought of getting the way to the Avengers compound shown. Maybe this is fate? Maybe you are supposed to seek the heroes? But why? This just seems ridicioulous. But what you don't know is that Loki is projecting the same picture into your mind with his magical powers over and over again. So they're indeed not your own thoughts. Loki had already to admit to himself a few days ago that he's curious about you and wants to know how you're doing - but he wouldn't tell Thor and Tony that. They're already got suspicious after Loki tried at least eight different justifications why they should go to the construction firm again. And every single reason was just pure nonsense like "I think I lost one of my daggers there." This is how desperate he got to get even a slight chance of seeing you again. He thinks that maybe if he plants the direction to the compound long enought into your brain, that maybe you'll follow the way to them. Impatiently he waits daily that you show up out of nowhere at the front door - but it never happens. With a bad conscience in the back of his mind, he uses his powers to find out where you live. His longing after seeing you again is justification enough for him to irrupt your privacy like that. To say you are frozen in shock is the understatement of the year as you open the front door of your apartement and find Loki standing there. For a moment you can't think straight - not knowing whether to be scared, to act kind, to invite him inside or to throw the door back in its lock. He respects your inner conflict, not wanting to push you and just waits. "Hello." You say after a moment. Your voice is hoarse from crying the whole afternoon and shakes in uncertainity. "Hey." He says and just keeps staring at you as intensely as he always does - making you feel intimidated under his glance. In reality you don't want to invite him inside the safety of your four walls because you're still so scared of him but you feel like you have to out of kindness. So you step aside and ask him in your voice - barely above a whisper - if he wants to come in, which he thankfully accepts. "Can" You clear your throat "Can I offer you something to drink?" "No, thank you." He smiles the slightest bit at you. The questions on what he's doing here and how he found out where you live are burning on your tongue but you don't dare to say them out loud. Loki takes the tension of your ignorance away from you as he starts to speak. "You are probably wondering why I'm here." You nod carefully. "I wanted to see how you're doing. If you are okay." You nod as if his reasoning explains all although it raises more questions than it answers. "O-Okay." You say unsure. "I'm good... Thanks." You try to smile, hoping he would leave now. The more he is standing in your home, the more a panic attack is developing inside of you. He comes a step closer towards you, making your face falter in utter panic and you take at least four step backwards. Loki stops in his track. "I know that you are scared of me but I can assure you, you don't have to be." He says calmly but it doesn't help your state. You crouch together, shaking in fear while tears are building up in your eyes. Loki is no stranger to Midgardians being scared of him but he's never been confronted with a reaction like yours. It makes him almost speechless how you're standing there a few feet away from him with pure anxiety written all over your face. He is not even in his asgardian leather clothes nor in a bad mood. He is not carrying weapons with him and he's not having any intentions in hurting you but still you huddle against the wall fearing for your life. "Look, (Y/N)" he begins "I'm not a bad person. At least I don't want to be bad-" You interrupt him - the panic is taking full control over your

body. "Leave." You try to scream at him but your voice is too broken from your dread. "Please... Get out." The words tremble as you start to sob - thinking you won't make it out of this conversation alive. You don't even care about how he knew where you live anymore. You just wanted him to be gone and then lock the front door in every way possible. And probably putting some chairs in front of it as well just to be sure. To make your fear even worse, you remeber that the god is able to put up a projection of himself. Startled you look around you, turning your head as far to the side as possible - scared that he could come up behind you and murder you. Loki feels the strange need of comforting you but he knows better than to act on it physically - especially with you in the state you're in right now. "How am I supposed to know that you're real and not a projection of yourself and somewhere behind me right now?" You whimper still in complete agony. He doesn't like what he suggests to you next but he really wants you to lose your fear of him. "Throw something at me." "What?" You whisper confused. "Throw something at me." He talks so calm that it makes you loosen up your grip on the curtains you didn't even know you were clinging to. Unsure you pick up a light magazine from the coffetable - the only object you could reach without moving from your spot. Scared that he'll get angry you throw it really careful - prudent to not hit him too hard. Even though you are too weak anyway to hurt him. The paper slightly touches his upper leg - proving that he's not an illusion. "See?" He smirks. Although you loosen up a tad, you're still not comfortable with him in your home. "What do you want from me?" He stops suddenly. His mouth opens and closes again, before he speaks: "Honestly... I don't know." He admits. He is being as honest to you in this conversation as he's ever been to someone and it confuses him. But he has this urge to make you like his real self. The truth is that he came to you because he cares about you. But he wouldn't ever tell you that or anyone else. Because it's crazy and you're a Midgardian. A puny human. That's at least what he tells himself becauce he somehow feels it being necessary to justify him taking interest in a human being. The god of mischief suddenly gets a bit shy as he suggests you to meet up again. You're not so sure. You are really scared of him after all but you're also scared that he is going to do something to you if you say no. "W-When I say yes, will you spare me?" At first he is confused at what you mean. Spare you from what? But then it clicks. Spare you from pain. "Why are you so scared of me?" He knows that it's a stupid question since he hasn't been the kindest person to the Midgardians. "It's not you." You whisper and it's true. You fear the male species in general ever since your coworker laid a hand on you. Of course Loki's actions a few years ago and what he did to the humans of New York makes you uncertain about him as well. But the biggest fear in your life is getting raped again by a men because you weren't careful enough. Through the experience you really have learned your lesson the hard way. Loki doesn't push you into saying more about your current emotions than you're ready to share. But he won't give up on you either. Hell, you're a female little Midgardian as weak as a rabbit and still managed to get a grasp on him so strong that even his powers are useless. But you don't even know that you're in the midst of wrapping the asgardian god around your finger.

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[hlizr50]

The Raven and the Songbird

Chapter 1

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The warmth of the sun wasn’t unwelcome. Azriel was the angel of death, wreathed in tendrils of darkness and mystery, but the summer sun was a balm to him. The light glittering off the stone of the training ring – the need to shield his eyes from the brightness – was a reminder that the Hewn City wasn’t his home, not his life. The light was a breath that whispered of life and potential.

He crossed his arms as he observed Cassian – brother in all senses of the word, save by birth. The sheen of sweat shimmered on his bare back as he paced around the ring observing the trainees, offering corrections verbally. And if that didn’t fix the errors he would ask permission to show them, to physically move their bodies to make the adjustment. That simple question was the reason so many more of the priestesses had chosen to join them in recent months.

Azriel scowled.

It was fucking disgusting that something so simple as consent was considered such a grand gesture. But it was a courtesy that hadn’t been granted to many of the females here.

It hadn’t been granted to her.

Gwyn.

His shadows danced over his shoulders at the mere thought of her. He needed to get that under control.

He had let his gaze slide to the priestess – the Valkyrie – too many times already. She glowed in the sunlight, even without the perspiration now dampening her face. It had reddened with her effort, but also from the many days they’d spent baking in the summer heat. The color suited her.

No matter how hard he tried, especially in the past two weeks, his attention always turned to her. She moved with such grace, her long legs strong and swift. The leathers fit her differently than they had a year ago – her body had changed. Lean cords of muscle had developed where nothing had been before. She had never been frail – he would ever use a word like that to describe her – but now she was…

Cauldron.

The Spymaster shook his head, willing his writhing shadows not to follow the dangerous path of his musings. He should not desire her. He didn’t deserve that bright spark that had begun to illuminate the male underneath the death and terror. He didn’t deserve her for the simple fact that death and terror and nightmares were what he was. But there was also the unspoken thing between them. The thing he’d done. The reason for the tension these past days and the reason he kept all of his leathers on under the blazing summer sun, relishing in the distraction of his discomfort.

Her eyes still haunted him.

The hurt that had dimmed Gwyn’s bright ocean gaze had nearly brought him to his knees.

Azriel hadn’t been party to the conversation, and he didn’t know how it had come about that Gwyn and Elain were both in the library, in the House, at the same time, in close enough proximity for Elain to notice the delicate necklace that hung from the priestess’ long, regal neck.

All of the satisfaction he had felt whenever he saw that gold chain tucked under her leathers or when she idly twisted the pendant in her fingers when she was reading… it disappeared when she had stormed through the dining room, desperate for the door, stopping short when she saw him there. His heart had cracked when he looked up at her.

Those beautiful eyes of hers, wide and glossy, swimming with hurt and anger. And embarrassment, further painted by her flushed cheeks, neck, further down. And still she had held that flower in her fingers, as if she couldn’t bear to let it go.

He didn’t get the time to register what must have happened. She scurried out the door, leaving a lingering breeze that smelled of water lilies and the salt of her tears.

The report he’d been reviewing slipped from his fingers and he made to go after her.

“Don’t you dare.”

It had been a long while since Azriel had felt intimidated, but Nesta’s voice had sounded to him much like he imagined his did when he was deep in the caverns of the Hewn City, pulling information from unwilling sources.

Cold. Measured.

Deadly.

Nesta’s eyes had all but glowed silver with her ire, even with her reduced power.

“What exactly were you trying to accomplish by giving Gwyn that necklace, Azriel?”

All he had done was stare back at her, unable to find his voice.

“Did you think she wouldn’t find out? Did you think about how it would make her feel when she did? That the treasure she hasn’t taken off for half a year wasn’t meant for her? That she was the afterthought when you couldn’t pursue the one you truly wanted?”

Nesta’s sharp words had opened a crater inside of him. That hadn’t been his intention, not in the slightest.

“That wasn’t my aim at all,” he had murmured. “I… would never want to do that.”

“Well that’s what happened, intentions be damned. Cauldron, Az, I know you didn’t want to hurt her. How could you be so fucking stupid?”

Nesta had left him then.

And he hadn’t spoken to Gwyn since that day, either.

But he still spied that thin gold chain around her neck.

Teal eyes snagged his gaze for a fleeting moment and a grin lifted her pink cheeks. Azriel only nodded and forced his attention elsewhere.

He had been avoiding her. It shamed him to admit it, shamed him even more to see her smile at him just like she had before. He had avoided her at night, as well. If he heard her in the training ring on those nights when darkness chased them both out of their beds he would retreat back into the house and go elsewhere. After all, he had other places he could go to work out some pain and aggression. He would not force Gwyn to relinquish the one safe space she had away from the Library.

He missed her, missed those nights where they understood each other without speaking, but bantered anyway. He missed sparring to the point of exhaustion so they could both find the rest they so desperately needed. He missed the nights where they didn’t train at all… when Gwyn just needed to breathe in the air and settle her mind and let the moonlit breeze dry her tears. Those nights she allowed him to just exist with her, silently support her. She’d trusted him enough to be there in those moments, to let him see beyond the vivacious young priestess with the irreverent humor and easy smile. She’d trusted him enough to let him see his darkness mirrored in her own.

He couldn’t imagine she would trust him with that now.

“Alright, ladies, that’s all for today.” Cassian’s voice broke him out of his reverie. “Take time to stretch and cool down. And hydrate. You’ve all been doing a lot of work out in this heat.” The training ring descended into female chatter and the sounds of clattering weapons being put away as the trainees were dismissed. Azriel saw the glint in his brother’s eyes and steeled himself as the general stalked up to him.

“You know, when I asked you to help with the Valkyries last year the expectation was that you actually train them, not do everything within your power to avoid a certain red-headed priestess.”

“I don’t know what –“

“Are you really going to try to lie to me, brother?” Cassian interrupted his automatic denial. “I can smell the tension on you. And you haven’t corrected anything she’s done in two weeks.”

“Maybe she doesn’t need it,” the shadowsinger ground out.

“Maybe she doesn’t, but that never stopped you before.” The Illyrian general gave him a wry smile and a wink. Azriel stared back at him, unamused at the insinuation – and the truth of it. His friend pursed his lips, the playful gleam in his eyes replaced with a softness that others wouldn’t match with the muscled male, the definition of a warrior. “You should just talk to her, Az. She’s not going to run away.”

“She should.”

“Az –“

“You didn’t see the look in her eyes that day, Cassian.” His voice was bitter and shredded as he returned his attention to Gwyn. Her smile gleamed as she laughed with Nesta and Emerie, copper locks riding the breeze. He felt Cassian’s broad hand fall on his shoulder.

“Brother.” Azriel turned back to him. “I may not have. But I know you, and I know Gwyn. So do you. She cares about her friends, and you are counted among them, at the very least.”

The Spymaster took a deep breath. Perhaps his brother was right.

“Nesta is worried about her,” Cassian murmured. “Says she’s happy but something is off. I can’t really tell, but I know better than to doubt her intuition.” The hand on Azriel’s shoulder squeezed once, then the general left him alone with his thoughts.

What could he say? How could he explain what he’d been thinking when he gave Clotho that necklace and asked her to give it to Gwyn? He had just wanted to make her smile without overwhelming her with his attention. Had she really never taken it off? And why was she still wearing it now?

Had he truly made her feel like an afterthought? Something second best? That guilt made his lungs burn as if he’d inhaled acid.

His thoughts were muddled as he surveyed the emptied training space. He could stand to work out the tension that had built over the training session, so he stepped in the direction of the small basket with long ribbons of material. The least he could do was wrap his hands before punching the padded wooden post into oblivion. At least he had that much sense.

His shadows whirled around him as the painfully familiar voice pierced the midday heat.

“So, are you ever going to speak to me again?”

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