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beneathashadytree · 21 days

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SLOW MORNINGS - NANAMI KENTO X READER

Warnings : none I think, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff for daysss <3

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : This was fully inspired by this gorgeous, gorgeous Nanami art I saw on X by @3-aem. I dedicate this piece to my bff Mona (she’s the best ever btw!!!) and to the man himself whom I miss an awful lot.

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Most weekdays, they’d wake up to a gentle kiss to their forehead, almost fleeting. With bleary eyes and still feeling quite groggy, they’d barely make out the figure of their husband, buttoning up his suit jacket as he made his way out of their bedroom. He’d glance back, and the corner of his lips would curl upward ever-so-slightly at seeing them lazily paw at the sheets to pull themself up.

With a quiet, “Good morning. I’ve made you breakfast,” Nanami would quickly set their heart pounding so early in the morning. It didn’t matter how late he was running (he almost never was, anyways, being such a man of routine), he’d always make sure to make enough breakfast for the two of them. It wasn’t anything too fancy by any means, but they were both content by the gesture itself more than anything.

When they’d first started living together, he’d been hesitant to wake them up every morning, but their insistence to see him off to work, and his desire to see them blink up at him so endearingly, won out in the end. And so that’s how their routine was born—out of a gentle love and the little habits that came with it and they built their lives upon.

When their body slowly dragged itself out of a deep slumber and they began to rub the sleep out of their eyes, it took them a bit to register the sun filtering through the slits between the airy bedroom curtains. They danced in the slight breeze, teasing pretty little shadows across the dresser and causing the mirror by the end of the bed to glint a little with each shift of the fabric.

Ah, it must be late morning.

With just a little more difficulty than usual (after all, they had to pay a hefty price for getting to sleep in), they began to shuffle out of bed and across the hall, where they could smell the bittersweetness of roasted coffee beans and fresh cream. It lingered in the air longer than it did on most days, and that was how they knew that their husband had—finally—the time to indulge in his morning cup.

It wasn’t a half-bad sight to wake up to, really. There he was, leaning against the couch’s armrest while his other arm balanced his slumped head, a slightly-weathered book in hand. It seemed that leisurely position was all he could do to stop himself from dozing off, the week’s exhaustion clearly leaving him barely able to stay awake regardless of how engrossed he was by what he was reading.

Though Nanami wore nothing remarkable—just his favorite t-shirt and pants, a little crumpled from the position he sat in—he somehow still managed to look like the picture of elegance. Perhaps it was the doing of the thin-framed glasses perched on his nose; something they’d long egged him on to get prescribed, after having caught him squinting at small-lettered fonts one too many times.

All half-consciousness considered, he seemed to be pretty immersed in what he was reading, and the slow turn of a page despite them having walked in meant that he hadn’t even noticed their presence. A small amused smile came on their face, and they pattered up to him, the cold of the floorboards a little sobering.

“I don’t know how you manage to do it.” Their voice sounded a little scratchy, but that was fine. A slight flicker of his hazel eyes was the only indication that he’d been startled by them, before his face melted into an expression of contentment. His freckles stretched across his fair skin, and with each wrinkle that marked a year of growth, they think they fell in love a little deeper.

They suspected that part of the reason why they found the sight of him so mesmerizing was the knowledge that they get to see him grow old beside them. A fanciful thought, admittedly, but no less true.

“Do what?” Nanami softly asked, shifting his position and setting his legs down on the floor. He didn’t even have to do more than just leave his arms open a little for them to take the invitation and crawl into his lap.

As soon as they settled with their back against the armrest, his free hand began to absentmindedly stroke at their calf, while the other set the book down (a Victorian classic he was currently enamored with, though he regretfully had little time for) in place of the cast aside—and fully drained—coffee cup. Every single object he touched, he seemed to breathe a little life into.

Sometimes, it felt like that was the case with the entire house. Sometimes, it even felt like he did that to themself too.

“Not sleep in on weekends. How you still wake up at a decent hour is beyond me.” They shook their head in mild disbelief, reaching out to push back a strand of blond hair that fell in front of his face. He looked so much more at ease like this; hair just tucked back and not styled to perfection as it usually was. Hell; even his features had softened and the sharp lines and edges of his face had dulled into the familiar warmth they liked to feel underneath their fingertips.

He hummed, partially to voice agreement and partially as he reveled in their touch grazing his cheek. “Force of habit.” It was only when he began to lean in with eyes brimming with affection that they had to put a finger to his lips, causing him to grunt.

“Haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

Nanami huffed out a half-laugh, gently pushing their finger down. “Doesn’t really matter,” he mumbled against their lips, before stealing a short but no less sweet kiss. Still, he gave into their wishes, choosing a chaste peck over the slow, all-consuming kisses he liked to indulge them in. He could never say no to whatever they wished.

A quick glance at the empty table brought another thing to their attention. “You haven’t had breakfast yet?”

“No. I thought I’d wait and cook breakfast with you.” His deft strokes against the skin of their leg were almost as distracting as his silken voice. “We haven’t done that in a while.”

“Surely you haven’t missed the mess I end up making,” they said, arching an eyebrow at him, to which he chuckled.

“Not the clean-up part, no,” he agrees, a smile dancing across his lips. “But messy as your methods might be, it’s more efficient that way.”

“And more fun.” They began to begrudgingly slide off his lap, knowing that they would have to get up sooner or later for food before they could laze around for the rest of the day.

“And more fun,” their husband agreed, fondness lacing his softly-spoken words as crow’s feet appeared by his eyes. Like it was merely second nature to him, a large palm rested against the small of their back as they walked to the kitchen, marking the start of a slow, laidback day at home. “Eggs benedict and fruits?”

“Hmm… I’m feeling more like an omelette and sausages today, honestly…”

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gorejo · 2 years

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≡ suna rintaro x reader

↳ Rintaro’s finally come home.

tw/cw: unedited. nothing much! just couple of curses and suggestive teasing

✉ : hope you all enjoy (( :

“My ass is sore from sitting too long,” Rintaro grumbled over the phone, where the collar of his zipped puffer jacket covered almost half his face, his breath mildly huffing as he walked out towards baggage claims, hoping that he could process his next steps as fast as he could, and quickly catch a taxi to head back home to you.

Despite not being physically next to him, you still felt his breath tickle against the crook of your neck whenever he would complain when the flight was too long or that the food was bad, muttering under his breath how he couldn’t stretch out his legs and that his teammates snored too loudly, or that he couldn’t get a wink of sleep because you weren’t there, that his pillow just didn’t feel right in his arms, that he missed you — all of you.

“I’ll give it a kiss when I see you,” you teased, smiling at the sound of his comforting soft voice, missing him just as much.

“You better keep your word for it, babe… but, fyi, I haven’t touched you in a good month, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one to kiss and massage your body later tonight, no?” Rintaro mindlessly threw out.

“I’ve been working out Rin, I’m sure I can keep up with your endurance.”

“You sure? All I’ve been doing is train for the past month, so don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Taking his voice an octave lower with a lowly chuckle, “Also, you’re always dead tired after the first round, no?”

“Whatever… you’re so annoying,” you grumbled, immediately hiding your face by the crevice of your arm as you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of your intimate moments with him — passionate, strenuous, amorous yet carnal, but still soft and knowing.

Despite the weather being awfully chilly this morning, your heart felt warm.

Rintaro had been away to train for a month overseas during his offseason to condition and prep for his upcoming season.

Yes, he made it his mission to call you every night. Surely, he texted you whenever he had the opening to update you about your day, or to just send you the typical text, ‘What are you doing?’ and ‘miss you, babe,’ occasionally throwing in thirst traps on his socials, just to get a rising out of you, only to delete it the moment he saw you view his story.

Every night you fell asleep to his face on your screen — tired with cheeks softly sunken but jaws chiseled and torso toned — where the simple sounds of each other’s soft breathing became a sense of comfort during these past couple of weeks.

“But, I’m happy that you’re finally coming home… I didn’t think a month would feel so long,” you murmured as you played with the hem of your sweater, fiddling your cold fingers.

“Yea? I missed you lots YN… a lot more than you know.” You heard him deeply exhale through his nose, soon followed by a soft chuckle as if he realized the gravity of his words.

“I missed you too, Rin… more than you’ll ever know, as well,” you sniffed in the cold morning air, holding your phone stable in between your shoulder and ear as you bundled yourself tightly in one of his sweaters that you specifically asked for him to leave — the one perfectly molded to his frame and embedded with his scent.

“You know my teammates would always ask about you whenever they caught me looking at my lock screen?”

“You did? Damn what a simp… Wait! Oh god… is it that picture of me?” A puff of white smoke illuminated the air as you laughed at his confession, followed by a shock of embarrassment filling the pits of your stomach.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same, YN… and yea, that picture is actually my favorite, you looked really cute sleeping during facetime with your mouth open while slightly drooling.”

“Dude why couldn’t you show them a nice picture of me… now they’ll probably think I’m so weird,” you whined.

“I did show them, I always do…” he chuckled, “But dude can you believe they said I’m the lucky one? Obviously, I’m the better one between us.” Rintaro teased.

You missed him. You missed his teasing. You missed the way his face would crinkle in the morning when you tried to pry him off his grip, laughing when he tried to kiss as you jokingly pushed him away, softly whining, “you stink Rin,” only for you to always lose to his, “five more minutes, and you’re lying, I never stink” knowing full well that he wasn’t planning on letting you go, nor letting you win.

You missed the way he placed his chin on the top of your head as you prepared coffee in the morning, swaying back and forth with his hands in your shirt, face cuddled to the crook of your neck when he wanted to get even closer, his toned arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned against his naked torso, his soft lips trailing up your neck before he whispered, “you feeling it babe?”

“you need to get ready in ten minutes, rin... we can’t.”

“you underestimate me too much, baby,” his lips running to yours, his thick hands lightly grasping up your jaw, centering your face to his, “that’s more than enough time.”

You missed his light touches against the expanse of your skin and the way he ran his lips along your body. You missed the way he held you softly or when he pulled you into his arms as he kissed along the crevice of your neck and cheeks. You missed the way he made you feel secure, loved, and desired.

“Shut up, you're so annoying… by the way, when will you get home?”

“Hmm… maybe in an hour and a half? I didn’t book my taxi yet and fuck hold up, let me get my bag.” With a slight grunt to his voice as what you presumed was him picking up his luggage, your heart raced in expectation.

“Hello? Babe, you there?”

“Mhm, I’m here. You got your bags?”

“Yea, just got them right now. Gonna head out now to catch a taxi. I’ll be home soon, so go back to sleep… its way too early for you to be awake right now,” softly chuckling, “I'll catch you in bed so don’t wait up for me.”

“I’m alright, I like hearing your voice. And plus, I’m excited to see you, so I can’t really sleep.”

You heard his luggage drag against the smooth waxy surface of the airport floor. He was close to the exit — a step closer to you.

“By the way, what are you wearing?”

“Uh… just my regular clothes? Why what’s up?”

“It’s really cold out right now, just wanted to make sure you were dressed appropriately for the weather,” you hummed.

“I’m aware of how cold it is…” taking a second to continue, “why are you being weird all of a sudden? you’re scaring me.”

“I’m not, just saying its cold out right now,” you smiled into the phone, slightly shivering, finding it cute at how he immediately found you suspicious.

“You’ll be out from exit A right?” Your heart pounded in anticipation, almost impossible to contain the adrenaline that pounded through your blood.

“Yea...?” His voice deep and questioning, his eyes probably looking back and forth, scanning the airport just to see if he missed any detail.

“I’ll see you soon then.” You smiled, your breath puffing out continuous fogs of white smoke, painting the chilly early morning a beautiful picture of a lover awaiting for their love to finally return back home.

Halt.

You heard the sound of his baggage running against the pebbled floor suddenly come to a stop.

“... what?” He breathed out, standing in front of the automated doors, where his breath now felt hot, cheeks heating up as his body increasingly started to feel warm within his puffer yet the contrast of the cold air mildly blowing against his face caused him to perspire and heart pump harshly to keep him warm as his body lightly shivered in his parka.

And he was looking straight at you — standing across the street bundled tightly in his sweater, bouncing on your toes to keep yourself warm.

You heard him release a deep exhale through the phone before taking his first step out into the cold to meet you, “what are you doing here?”

click clack

the wheels of his luggage softly running on the line, the tempo of its sound increasing as his once quiet steps turned into longer strides, making his way over without caring what was near him.

Immediately jogging over to you, his duffle bag strapped securely around his chest, bouncing whenever he changed footing. He kept his phone against his ear, refusing to end the call, where the quiet puffs of white smoke trailed behind him.

“To pick up my boyfriend, what else?” You chimed back, shivering slightly when a breeze of cold air passed by.

“Your handsome boyfriend?”

“Ehh… that’s debatable,” you giggled.

“How long have you been waiting for?”

“Hmm maybe like thirty minutes?”

“Fuck, babe… its dead cold out right now, you could’ve caught —.”

“I know, I know… but your sweater’s warm, so I was okay! And you came out faster than I expected.” You cheekily smiled as he stood close, where his towering height, face filled with worry that you might've caught a cold loomed over his while he too also failed to suppress his smile.

“And plus, like I said... I really wanted to see you…” you spoke through the phone, eyes looking towards the ground as your feet played with the gravel of rocks below, suddenly shy that he was actually here, his shoes inches away from yours.

“yea? me too.”

And standing before you as he raised your chin up to look up at him, gently pulling you into his arms, opening up his jacket for you to nuzzle into his warmth as he placed his cheek on the top of your head, tightening his hold around your waist.

“Missed you,” you muttered taking in his scent.

Despite the cruel temperature of the weather, you didn’t feel cold. Surely, just moments before he held you in his arms, you were shivering as you bundled tightly into his sweater, doing whatever you could to stay warm. But now, either you were hallucinating from hypothermia… or, you genuinely didn’t feel cold because he was here — to block you from the harshness of the world like he always has.

“What a simp.” Rintaro copied your tone from prior.

“Hey!” You pinched his waist as he chuckled at your reaction, squeezing you even tighter in his arms.

And lifting up his hands to gently caress your cold cheeks with the warmth of his palms, softly brushing your skin with his thumb as he pulled you in for a kiss. Automatically closing your eyes in instinct, expecting that he’ll take the lead…

“You’re so down bad for me, admit it,” he teased as his lips loomed over yours, lighting biting the tip of your nose where his minty breath tickled your face.

And holding his wrists as you looked back up at him, pushing yourself up to finish the deed, planting your lips onto his with a slight moan reminiscing from his throat — a kiss slow and timely, warm and soft, gentle and knowing.

“So down bad that I'm willing to kiss your sore ass,” you muttered in between short kisses.

“Damn… got me a keeper,” he whispered as his gaze alternated between your warm lips and eyes.

Shaking your head with a smile, absorbing in his face — his pretty features that’s become more chiseled, his eyes ever so observant and knowing, the softness of his hair that you missed as you basked in his warmth, the scent of his skin as you brushed your nose against his body, the tender touches of his fingers as he softly ran the tips of his digits against your skin — you missed it all.

He offered you a small peck on the lips before encasing your hands into his before he lead you both back to your car,

“Thank you for picking me up... Give me your keys, I’ll drive you must be tired.”

“Anything for my handsome boyfriend.” You squeezed his hands tightly, “And nope! I’ll be your chauffeur for today.”

Smirking as he glanced down at you, eyebrow lifted as he mumbled out with a hue of red on his cheeks, picking up his steps as he quickly lead you to the car

“... you better have your endurance on check, YN,” muttering as he looked forward, lightly gripping your hand, “I’m not planning on letting you go the moment we step into the apartment.”

Rintaro had finally come home — home to you.

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reidslovely · 6 months

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Love of Mine

Heeeey @hollandweather remember that request you sent me forever ago?? ii went with the mob!peter version ii hope you're good with that :)

Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Lots of fighting and yelling, happyish ending, angsty. Let me know if I missed anything cause I'm sure I did.

Kind of a sequel but not really to this

Pretty please read and reblog!! thanks friend

Freshly painted black nails contrasted against the soft cream color of the armchair cushion as she dug her nails into the fabric. Standing in the dimly lit office waiting for him to notice her, she stood like a haunting figure in front of him, simply waiting for an acknowledgment.

“Peter.” Her words came out soft, yet stern. Swallowing the angry lump in her throat as his eyebrows raised, and his chest fell.

“Yes baby?”

He spoke simply, not even lifting his head to acknowledge her. He was engrossed in whatever he was looking at some paper with a mugshot attached. Ever since the shootout that killed him Peter had been different. He came back different. Angerier, more cruel. Never to her, just others. She hadn’t been sure what happened, maybe it had given him time to reflect. Time to be angry at the cards he was dealt in life.

“Do you not..?” She fumbled over her words in her upset.

“It feels like you don’t care about..us anymore Peter.” There was a sad honesty in her voice. She wished she had been making it up, that it was all in her head. Peter threw himself into his work the moment he got better. He’d leave several times for days on end; not a single call to let her know he was okay or when he’d be home. It was unlike him.

He furrowed his brows, looking at her finally. “Of course I care, baby.”

Again, there's the distance in his voice. It feels rehearsed, almost like he’d been practicing this delivery for the months he’s been back. There were times where he didn’t seem himself, he was quick to anger and quick to jump. He and Harry having nearly had several physical altercations since being back. Felicia having gone ghost on them after she and Peter had it out over an action plan. His wife was feeling his anger, and it was nesting in her. She could try to nurse him back to his mentality before, she could settle his arguments with friends and colleagues. However, she could only handle him neglecting her for so long.

“Do you know what today is?” She began to wander around the office. Their wedding picture is sitting snugly on the bookcase in a gold frame. Both are much younger in the photo having gotten married straight out of high school.

“October 19th..wh- Oh, oh baby.”

For a moment her Peter was there, the realization washed over the room. She knew he felt like an idiot rethinking the day. She’d made his favorite breakfast, they showered together, and she’d even gone shopping and excitedly showed him everything she had gotten. She was now dressed in a purple slip dress she’d bought today.

He forgot their anniversary.

Peter stood up from his desk rushing to her. She felt exposed under his touch, pulling her face away as he grabbed her jaw in his calloused hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby.”

“It’s whatever Peter.” She backed away, tears pooling in her eyes. “I just wanted to know that you still cared and…well, I got my answer.” Angrily she stormed out of his office, slamming the door shut behind her. A photo of them falling off his decor table in the show of aggression, the frame bursting into dozens tiny pieces.

Peter followed behind her, his feet slamming against the hardwood of the stairs. “I don’t care! Is that what you’re saying right now?”

“That's what I said.” She yells back trying to slam their bedroom door in his face. Peter grabbed it, pushing it open. He stared at her in shock, standing there with his arms at his side. His wife glaring back at him, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“You don’t care about me or us anymore. All you care about is killing those people who hurt you. All you care about is work, what’s being moved in and what's being taken out.” She started pointing a finger at him. “This is the last fucking straw Peter. I’m fucking tired. I can’t keep fixing the things you fuck up because you are so blinded by rage. You are so fucking selfish. You forgot my birthday, and our wedding anniversary. Harry doesn’t even want to see you any fucking more because you are not yourself. I want Peter back not whatever fucking stranger crawled into your body while you were dying. I want my husband because you are not him, he was a good husband.”

Both her and Peter stared at one another. She knew she shouldn’t have said it.

Her anger echoed in the room, she expected him to fight back. She wanted him to fight back, yell, scream, let her know that he in some way cared. Instead he turned and looked at himself in the mirror and then down at his socked feet.

“So me proving I care about you, about Harry. About anything other than myself would mean I’d stop taking down the people who hurt me. I’d stop going after Li or Fisk’s guys who got together and planned to kill not only me but everything I cared about including you?”

He stared at her like she had five heads. Not knowing how to respond she rubbed her hands down her face. He was putting words in her mouth.

“Cool, cool yeah. I’ll stop, fuck I’ll step down from being the head of this organization. We can totally live a normal life not constantly looking over our shoulders.``

“You’re being mean, you’re putting words in my fucking mouth.” She warns. Peter takes a deep breath shaking his head as he looks down, something he did to keep himself from crying.

“I went to that warehouse to protect all of you. Do you understand that? Because if I didn’t go to them, they were gonna come to us. Now, I am cleaning up a mess I made that has put you all at risk. I’m..” Peter’s hands shook at his side, before coming up to rub his face aggressively. He dropped down to the floor sitting his back against the wall.

“I’m sorry I’m a bad husband, I haven’t been a good husband since that night and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I left you here, I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry that I put you in any danger by coming back. But as a good husband and as a good friend or boss I have to kill them.” He whispered to her, as she joined him on the floor.

“You have every right to be mad at me. I’m mad at myself. And this isn’t me guilt tripping you, this is me telling you that you’re right I haven’t been a good husband and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I forgot your birthday and our anniversary and that I’ve been a total piece of shit.”

“I didn’t mean it. I just, I knew it would hurt your feelings and I wanted you to hurt like I did.”

Peter kissed her head, his hand cradling her cheek bringing her to his chest. She let out a soft sigh burying her head in his neck. “I just got caught up in keeping everyone safe that I forgot what I was protecting. I am so sorry for hurting you and doing anything that made you feel like I didn’t love you” He whispered in her hair, rubbing small circles on her back.

“I know. And I know I’ll forgive you for it, but can we start by at least having an anniversary night? It’s all I want, just you and me, no work or anything.”

“I’ll give you an anniversary week, how's that?” Peter bargains. “Make up for the missed birthday. We can go anywhere you want.”

“Anywhere?” She smiles up at her husband, who gives her a loving look before kissing her cheek.

“Anywhere.” He confirms holding her closer. “I love you.” He assures her, pulling her legs over his thigh rocking her.

“I love you too.”

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Where Do You Go? | two | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

Part One

For the second time in two weeks, someone knocked on your door. Today you really didn’t want to see anyone. It was your wedding anniversary. Today, instead of being sad, you were angry. The kind of deep anger that just seemed to keep boiling under the surface, waiting to burst free.

Rooster once again stood on the other side of the door, pizza boxes in hand. He gave you a small smile when you opened the door, which quickly dropped when he saw your face. He started to regret just showing up at your doorstep for a second time.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, shifting on your feet, “With pizza?”

“I just-” He took a deep breath, “I didn’t think you needed to be alone today, and I figured you wouldn’t ask anyone to come over. I also figured that you probably haven’t eaten anything, so I brought dinner.”

“Why are you really here?”

He sighed, shoulders dropping, “Because I promised him I would take care of you if anything happened, and so far I’ve failed him.”

It was your turn to sigh. You weren’t the only one who grieved the loss of your husband, you knew that. But sometimes it was just easier to act like you were the only one who missed him. You lived with him and loved him and planned on having his children and spending the rest of your life with him. But Rooster was like his brother. His grief might be different from yours, but he was still grieving too.

“You can come in,” You step back, opening the door for him, “I was going to watch a movie to try to take my mind off of things. Just hadn’t picked one out yet.”

He followed you to the living room. You spent many nights here with Rooster and Kurtis. Kurt would have Rooster over for dinner at least once a month. You’d have game nights together. You couldn’t count the amount of times the two men made you laugh so hard that you cried.

The house seemed so full of light and life then, now it just feels dark and cold.

“There are a bunch of movies under the tv,” You told him, pointing to the entertainment center, “You can pick one. I’d probably end up playing his favorite and crying the whole time.”

He nods, reaching the entertainment center. You don’t look back as you grab the plates out of one of the cabinets, catching a glimpse of your small tattoo on your wrist as you did. You had matching ones with Kurtis, got them the day you were married. It was his idea to get them during the reception, a simple fine line tattoo consisting of your wedding date.

Now it was the worst kind of reminder.

Part of you just wants to scrub it off, if only you could. You wouldn’t have it removed though, not when it’s one of the only things left to tie you to him. One of the only reminders that he was real, and alive, and loved you.

Rooster fell asleep during the movie, so did you. You dreamed of your wedding, the beautiful white dress that still hangs in the back of your closet, and the flowers, and the way Kurtis looked at you all day. It was the perfect day with the perfect man. You loved him with all of your heart, and you thought nothing would ever really separate the two of you. You never thought death would actually come.

Rooster woke to the sound of glass smashing and breaking. He shot straight up, eyes needing to adjust to the now dark living room. He heard you grunt before more smashing. He lept to his feet, rushing towards the hall.

You let out a small scream before ripping another picture off of the wall and throwing it at the floor, causing the frame to break and glass to spray everywhere. Shards were stuck in your feet and legs. You didn’t seem to notice though, not as you threw another picture down at the floor.

Bradley tried to make his way towards you, glass crunching under his feet. You fought against his hold, trying to break free. Sobs fell from your lips as more glass lodged into your skin.

“Hey hush,” He tried to soothe you, holding you tightly, “I’ve got you. Okay? Just calm down.”

“He’s gone,” You cried, arms still flailing, “He’s gone and I can’t…I can’t do this without him.”

Rooster’s body went cold before he picked you up in one swift motion. He didn’t say anything as he carried you to the bathroom and set you on the counter. You kept crying, unable to stop.

This was the first time you really allowed yourself to feel the loss of your husband. You could finally feel the anger and the complete emptiness that seems to be taking over your entire body. You wanted to hit something-anything really. You wanted to feel the pain.

Maybe that’s why the glass didn’t bother you the way it should. Somehow, you liked the sting, because it gave you something else to focus on. Something other than the pain of losing him.

“I gotta get the glass out,” Rooster said softly, digging in the cabinet for the first aid kit that Kurtis always kept around, “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

Your voice was deadpan, cold and empty. It made Rooster worry, and he wasn’t one to worry all that much. He was careful, yes, and maybe cautious, but that was the extent of it.

He sighed and reached for a pair of tweezers in the box, deciding to start with the larger pieces of glass. He had a bottle of rubbing alcohol next to him, ready to clean your wounds. Your heart ached because of how gentle he was being with you.

“Why was it him?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know. It could have been any of us.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Only that he loved you,” He replied, pulling out another chunk of glass, “That was the last thing he said, he wanted me to tell you that he loved you.”

You could hardly breathe. His last words were for you, and only you. He loved you, and he died with that on his lips. Nothing else. It hurt. Was he scared? God, you hoped he didn’t die scared. For weeks you’ve had the same nightmare about the accident, and how scared he must have been.

“He didn’t deserve it,” Rooster explained, “He was a good man, one of the best.”

When you didn’t say anything, Rooster went back to work on your legs. They weren’t too bad, but some of the cuts might scar a little. He didn’t think they would be bad though, nothing like his own scars. He always swore his scars were the worst part of himself, but you always said the opposite. You made him feel like he was worth more than he saw.

“This is going to sting a bit,” He told you, looking up briefly, “I need to clean them out.”

You flinched a little but didn’t otherwise move. Rooster wished he could get through to you. He wished there was something he could do to fix the ache in your chest. He watched his mom go through this, but was never sure if it was made better or worse because she had him. You were doing this alone though. You had no one on your side, no one with you day in and day out.

He could be that for you. If it meant that you would be okay, he would be there for you. He would keep his promise to Kurtis. The promise he made on this day all of those years ago. He promised if anything ever happened, he would take care of you. So far, he failed in his promise. He wouldn’t keep doing that.

“My mom had me,” he explained, “Maybe I made it easier, maybe I made it harder. But she had me, and you don’t have anyone here for you. So, from now on, you have me too. You get me? I’m here.”

“I should have him here.”

He nodded slowly, “You should. But I promise you, I’ll do the best I can.”

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MATCHMAKER

A/N: it's another collab with the amazing @harrysfolklore !! that means this fic has a buddy over on her blog with the insta posts featured in the story! go and check out her post as well!

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

PAIRING: Harry x famous!reader

SUMMARY: You’re known to be a huge Harry Styles fan, never shied away to make it clear and thanks to your friend, Adele, you finally get to meet the man of your dreams.

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“Have you met already the future hubby?” you read out loud the question as the warm Los Angeles sun is soaking into your skin, your dripping wet body is drying, you just got out of the pool, you’ve been entertaining yourself with doing a live on TikTok while you wait for your friend to return with the food. Lying on a lounge chair you’re holding up your phone and squinting your eyes to see the screen in the bright light as you watch the comments flowing in the live.

You chuckle at the question, knowing damn well who they were referring to as your future hubby. It’s been an ongoing joke for a long time, but you don’t mind it at all, you don’t mind that people call Harry Styles your future hubby.

It all started around the time you had your big breakthrough. Skyrocketing into fame has its ups and downs, people dug up any and every tiny detail from your past and that included your old Facebook profile that gave away your love for One Direction. A few pictures leaked out, nothing extreme, you were posing in your old bedroom at around sixteen, awkward outfits, ridiculous poses, but what got the most attention was the 1D posters on the walls behind you. The news that Y/N Y/L/N is a directioner spread like wildfire and you never even though about denying it.

“Of course I am! Are you kidding me? Those boys had me in a chokehold since day one!” you admitted at a talk show once when you were asked if the rumors were true. And when they questioned who your favorite is, you didn’t hesitate before answering. “Harry Styles. He is the love of my life,” you said without missing a beat.

And just like that, the world learned that you have the fattest crush on Harry Styles. It’s been brought up several times since then, talk show hosts love to tease you about it, they somehow still expect you to bashfully deny it, get all flustered and change the topic, but you never shy away from declaring your admiration for the man.

“I do love Harry Styles, a lot.”

“Oh, he is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!”

“Have I seen the pictures?! I have them fucking printed and framed in my bedroom!”

Some of your answers are now trending sounds on the clock app, people seem to absolutely love how unfiltered you are when it comes to Harry and your fans have been waiting forever for the two of you to finally meet, but it hasn’t happened yet somehow.

“I have not met him! You guys would be the first ones to hear about that!” you chuckle, answering the questions as all your watchers get into it deeper.

“How is it possible you haven’t run into him?” you read another question. “I have absolutely no idea! Maybe it’s fate, but it’s not too likely, because we all know we’re meant to be,” you grin at your own joke. “What do you think Harry thinks about you? He better find me smoking hot!” you snort and fixing your bikini you hold the phone so they can see your body in the video. “I mean, this is all for him!”

The commenters go crazy at your boldness and you find it so entertaining. People tend to forget that you’re just like them, you have your own hyperfixations, you have celeb crushes too, it’s just that the whole world knows about these.

You hear voices coming from inside and a few moments later your friend walks out with pizza boxes in his hands.

“I gotta go, it was nice chatting with you guys, take care!” you blow kisses at the screen before ending the live.

“His new album, Harry’s House debuted not long ago, he has movies coming out this year, another tour, but he made time to drop by and have a chat, please welcome Harry Styles!”

Jimmy Fallon announces Harry and a moment later he walks out from behind the scenes, the audience starts screaming as he waves at them approaching Jimmy.

“Thank you for coming, Harry,” the host greets him as they shake hands and do a brotherly hug.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he smiles back before they both take their seats and the cheering dies down.

“Harry, it’s so nice to see you again!”

“Nice to see you too, it’s been a while since we last met, right?”

“Yes, but you’ve been a busy man, so I don’t take it personal,” Jimmy laughs. “Y-You just released your third solo album!” he announces and he pulls up a Harry’s House CD from under the table, showing it to the camera as the audience starts cheering again.

“I did, yeah!” Harry nods proudly.

“It’s been a massive success, the first single, ‘As It Was’ has been on top of the toplists since the debut, so congrats!”

“Thank you. It’s so unbelievable that people are enjoying the album so much, it’s all I’ve ever wished for.”

“The reactions from fans have been amazing, they’ve been crying and screaming over the songs!” Jimmy laughs as they play a montage of videos and pictures from fans where they are reacting to listening to the album.

“Right, it’s been crazy,” Harry chuckles nodding.

“Do you have a favorite reaction you’ve seen so far?”

“There are so many hilarious ones, I loved seeing all the emotions, I don’t think that I can pinpoint a favorite one though.”

“Well, we have a favorite here around the studio,” Jimmy grins. “I don’t know if you know this, but Y/N Y/L/N is a huge fan of yours and she posted her reaction as well!”

“Oh I know about that,” Harry nods chuckling.

“Let’s-Let’s watch back the video she posted on her Instagram stories,” Jimmy tells before the video is played.

In the short recording you’re seen sitting at your dining table as Music For A Sushi Restaurant is played and you’re listening to it for the first time. The intro is playing as you’re moving along the music before his singing starts and your jaw hangs open, eyes wide as you gasp for air.

“Oh my God! Harry!” you gape, still moving to the music. Harry in the studio is now watching the video with a blush on his face, grinning ear to ear.

Then the part comes on when he sings ‘Just a little taste’ and you lose it in the video.

“Holy fucking shit!” you scream jumping up from the chair and Harry starts laughing with Jimmy.

The video ends, but they cut in the picture you posted right after, it’s you, lying on the floor with a pleased grin, the text ‘come and get your taste’ written on it.

“Oh my God,” Harry laughs, hiding his face in his hands.

“We know she is quite unfiltered, doesn’t shy away from saying whatever is on her mind and she didn’t hold back this time either!” Jimmy laughs.

“I’m flattered, really,” Harry mumbles with red cheeks.

“Did you know she was such a big fan of yours? Because it’s been confirmed by her several times that she is very much into you.”

“I’ve heard about it, yeah. It’s hard not to when she is doing so well, she is everywhere these days and I love her new music as well.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan of hers as well!”

“I definitely am, yeah.”

“Or are you just saying this so she doesn’t feel bad for being so unhinged?” Jimmy teases him laughing.

“I actually am,” Harry admits. “She is an amazing artist and I’ve been definitely listening to her music.”

“I’m not quite convinced, Harry. I have to quiz you to make sure you’re telling the truth!”

“Alright, I’m up for the challenge,” Harry chuckles.

“What was her first big hit?”

“Neon Love, came out in 2017,” he answers without hesitation, earning a round of applause instantly.

“Wow, nailed it! Okay, how many Grammy Awards has she won so far?”

“Three, so she actually has more than me!” Harry chuckles.

“Correct answer again!” Jimmy claps. “Okay, here is a hard one, if you get it right I’m convinced you’re actually a fan. She has a cover on her YouTube channel that has surpassed 33 million views by now. What’s this song?”

“Hello by Adele,” Harry answers again, of course, correctly and he even adds some extra info. “Fun fact, Adele reached out to her after the cover blew up and asked Y/N to perform with her at one of her concerts, they’ve been friends since then.”

“Holy Hell, you really are a fan!” Jimmy laughs with wide eyes.

“I told you!” Harry chuckles shrugging his shoulders. The conversation flows into another direction, but the internet catches onto it last and word gets to you about what he said about you.

You didn’t want to come today. You’ve been working nonstop this past week and all you wanted was to spend Saturday in bed watching Netflix. But you just simply can’t say no to Adele, it’s the law, right?

She texted you earlier that she’s having a barbeque to kick off the weekend and that she expects you to show up looking your best. That’s exactly what she wrote and you questioned why you need to dress up but she left you on read.

Adele left you on read.

So now here you are, looking bomb as hell walking into Adele’s house with a plate of cupcakes in your hands. It’s not your first time here, the two of you have been great friends in the past years, you’ve spend a thanksgiving dinner, several July 4th celebrations and even a New Year’s Eve here.

“My dear Y/N!” she greets you as soon as you walk in. “You look wonderful!”

“Thanks, you asked me to look hot for some reason,” you chuckle as you share a short hug and hand her the cupcakes.

“Sure and you do, come on in, the party is outside!” she announces, pulling you towards the sliding doors that lead out to the massive backyard. She seems extra excited to see you which is always nice, but very odd.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” you chuckle as she pulls you out to the terrace and you wave around to the people.

“Just stay here, I’ll be back in a minute. Stay here, okay?”

“Okay?” you chuckle in confusion.

She disappears inside and you join a group of guests, grabbing a drink for yourself while you wait for her to return. You get so involved in the conversation that you total miss it when the sliding door opens again, only notice that people start to look at you smirking as if they knew something you didn’t.

“Y/N?” you hear Adele call out your name from behind and you turn around, completely unsuspicious, only to almost have a heart attack.

She is standing there with a smug grin on her face and next to her there’s none other than Harry Styles himself, who seems just as shocked to see you as you are to finally see him in real life.

“Oh my fucking God!” you scream and drop to a squatting position, hiding your face in your hands after placing your drink onto the floor next to you.

The guests around you start clapping and cheering while you’re still just squatting in disbelief that you are finally meeting Harry Styles. Luckily, he seems just as starstruck as you are, a blush adorning his face as he covers his mouth while laughing.

“Come on, Y/N, go ahead and greet the man of your dreams!” Adele laughs, tapping your back to get you back up standing.

“I’m gonna pass out!” you shake your head, waving around with your hands before finally mustering up the courage to stand up and look at Harry.

He looks absolutely gorgeous. Even more than you imagined him all these years. He grins back at you, the two of you just staring at each other for a few minutes before he holds out his arms, an invitation for a hug that you gladly accept.

“I’m sorry for my dramatic reaction, but I just can’t believe we are finally meeting,” you admit chuckling as you wrap your arms around his torso while he wraps his muscular arms around your shoulders. He is an amazing hugger, he holds you tight and runs his hands up and down your back while you get lost in his sweet, intoxicating scent.

“I’m flattered you’re so excited to see me,” he chuckles, and then adds: “The feeling is mutual.”

“Oh my God, stop saying things like that or I’ll start crying!” you laugh as you loosen your hold around him. His handsome face come to your sight again and he is all flustered and giddy, just how you feel too, having him so close to you.

“Now you two can finally hit it on instead of just mushing around about each other!” Adele speaks up from the side, a pleased smirk spread across her face.

She was planning this all along and this is why she told you to dress up. She knew you’d be meeting Harry today.

“I guess not just the two of us have been waiting for this to happen finally,” Harry says with a shy smile. “So… can I get you another drink?” he asks, then his eyes move down to the one you put to the ground while you were freaking out. “Or you want to finish that first?”

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Adele!” Jimmy announces his next guest and the crowd cheers as she walks out, looking stunning as always.

The hug and take their seats as the clapping dies down.

“It’s so nice to have you here, thank you for dropping by while you’re in the city!”

“Oh, it’s always a pleasure.”

“You’ve been quite busy lately, so it’s so nice you could take the time to have a chat with me. You have new music coming out soon, you must be busy with your son as well,” Jimmy lists and she nods along smiling. “And you’ve been also playing matchmaker too, right?”

“Oh my God, I knew you’d bring it up!” she laughs clapping her hands as a photo of you and Harry comes up, the one that was taken the night the two of you finally met at Adele’s party, and the one that was later posted on Instagram, making your relationship official.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles we see here, very cozied up, right?”

“Yes, indeed, it’s the lovebirds,” she laughs nodding and the audience cheers at how she called the two of you lovebirds.

“They basically broke the internet when they made it official and I have heard you played a big role in bringing them together, is that right?”

“Absolutely!” she nods proudly. “I’ve known both of them for so long and they were into each other all this time. I mean, Y/N made it pretty obvious, but Harry was like a giggling little school girl too when she was brought up!” She throws her hands up in disbelief. “So I got fed up and brought them together. You should have seen their first time meeting!”

“Well, I’m glad you brought it up, because we do have a short video of that meeting,” Jimmy smirks before a video is played that was shot by probably one of the guests at the barbeque that day.

It’s short, only shows your outburst at seeing him and then you squat down before the hug happens and it cuts out there.

“They were both shitting their pants!” Adele laughs.

“It’s hilarious, but I guess it all turned out to be perfect, right?”

“Of course, they are disgustingly in love and I hope I’ll get an invitation to their wedding,” she jokes.

“I hope I get one too,” Jimmy laughs. “So who are you bringing together next?”

Without missing a beat she answers with a straight face.

“Lizzo and Chris Evans.”

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Missed

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Kinda sad, sorry

The room was shrouded in the muted colors of the evening, as the amber light from the setting sun streamed through the windows. Y/N sat on the couch, holding a framed picture of Natasha, her beautiful wife, taken during a family picnic they once had. The smiles in that photo seemed so distant now.

She took a deep breath and called, "Alex, Elena, come here sweethearts." The pitter-patter of small feet echoed through the hallway, followed by two wide-eyed faces looking up at her, their eyes filled with innocence and curiosity.

"Where's mommy?" Elena, with her soft curls and big green eyes resembling Natasha’s, asked, clutching her favorite toy close to her chest.

Alex, the older of the two, sensing the weight of the moment, hesitated, "Is Mommy still on her mission?"

Y/N’s heart felt as if it was being squeezed, pain radiating through her with every beat. She beckoned the kids to sit beside her and took a moment to find her voice. "Do you remember the stories Mommy would tell about heroes and sacrifices?"

Alex nodded slowly, "Like when someone does something really brave for someone else?"

"That's right," Y/N whispered, wiping away a tear that had slid down her face. "Mommy... she had to do something really brave. To make sure we all stayed safe. To make sure you and Elena and everyone else could be here."

Elena looked confused, "But when is she coming back?"

Y/N choked back her emotions, "Oh, my love, Mommy... Mommy isn't coming back. She's with the stars now, watching over us."

The room was filled with a deafening silence. Then, a sob from Alex broke it. "But I want Mommy! I need her! Why did she have to go?"

Elena, not fully grasping the depth of the situation, started crying too, mirroring her brother's pain, "I want Mommy!"

Y/N pulled them close, feeling the weight of their grief and her own crashing down on her. She kissed their heads, "I know, my loves. I want her too. Every moment. But she did it because she loved us. And she'll always be here," Y/N touched both their hearts, "right here. And in the wind, the stars, the stories we tell. She'll always be with us."

"Right here. And in the wind, the stars, the stories we tell. She'll always be with us."

"But I want her here, Momma! I want her to read to me, to sing me lullabies," Elena's voice quivered, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks.

Alex's face crumpled, his attempts at being the 'big brother' faltering, "I want to show her my drawings. I made one for her today. She promised she'd put it on the fridge."

Y/N's vision blurred, tears making everything seem distant and hazy. The weight of the situation pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe. "I know, baby. I wish, more than anything, that she could walk through that door and hold all of us," her voice broke, the deep anguish evident.

The room was suffocated by the tangible pain and heartache. Every silent moment, every quiet sob echoed the profound loss that had taken over their lives.

Y/N drew her children closer, trying to shield them from the world's cruelty, even if just for a moment. "Listen to me, both of you," she began, her voice filled with a mix of pain and determination. "Your Mommy was the bravest person I've ever known. She loved you both more than words can describe. Every moment away from you was a sacrifice for her, but she did it to protect us, to protect the world."

Alex hiccupped, wiping his tears, "But why did she have to go? Why couldn't someone else?"

Y/N swallowed hard, "Because sometimes, our loved ones are called upon to make the hardest choices. Choices we might never understand. But we have to trust that they did it for the right reasons. And now, it's our job to remember her, to honor her memory, to make sure that her sacrifice wasn't in vain."

Elena snuggled into her, "But it hurts, Momma."

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead, "I know, baby. It hurts me too, every single day. But we have each other, and we will get through this together."

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Turpentine // Henry Letham

Tw; Lots of mention of death, Henry is my favorite whump to put through the shredder. Suicide mention, general angst. You're dead and Henry can't move on. Unhealthy coping mechanisms and such.

Word count: 712

Notes: wanted to write smth kind of long for Henry, tbh.

Henry wasn't too sure of why he was here again. At your old apartment, knowing you aren't here. All you'd left him with was a key, your furniture and Polaroids that don't capture the real thing anymore. His paint and bristles cannot portray the light perfectly on your skin, nor can they shape and sculpt out how you actually felt. There is a distinct perfectionism to his methods, and it still isn't good enough to recreate you. You had flaws, didn't you? How does he manage to paint your imperfections in a way that makes them look perfect, still?

Nothing is ever good enough for Henry Letham. He had wanted to shove you away and pull you from his form the day he'd loved you, peel away the digits that had enveloped his arm. He had hated your warmth, the faint light you had attempted to bring to his pale, bruised and scarred skin. You had been a concept and an idea that had torn him away from his elegant suicide, and he did not like it.

And now Henry is furious with himself for being unable to feel your warmth, your glow again. He hates that he cannot bore you life once more, hold you to him and have your arms wrapped around his lanky figure as though you were a blanket breathing and living. He no longer has your fingers around his arm, pulling him from his comfort zone in an attempt to bring Henry light.

Your apartment is too cold, too still and lifeless without you in it. The lack of artificial light leaves your home in blues and blacks, melancholic and cruelly monochrome.

Are you a person to Henry, now that you are below his feet? You are a memory, pictured frames of thought and wonder that he can no longer share. An orange lens that you used to be, now cracked and dull. Your skin is now pale and unnatural beneath your wooden coffin. Does Henry love you, now that maggots permeate your flesh and bite away at a heart that no longer pumps oxygen and blood? He discovered that he could miss something he never had, study and experimentation you had buried into his chest cavity.

You do not have a car, no longer a home, and lack any mind. The activity of cells producing cells has been permanently halted, and you cannot speak words. No longer do you bang on the bars of your birdcage, singing your song and flying free in the sun when you are let out of your cage.

Henry has learned to think of you as a past he holds onto while he is blessed with the possibility of being the present. He hopes he will not be the future. He lacks the romantic notion of seeing advancement, of seeing human growth and interaction. Henry had hoped that, should you die, it would be the pushing edge to toss himself over freezing rivers and sink. In horrid irony, dramatic and ruining, you have kept his heart beating.

He hates the power you have kept over him, hates that he keeps opening and shutting your door as if you're still in love with the idea of him. He cannot join you, and Henry is afraid. He's scared that he'll have to face his sins as a man would.

He can't beg you to forgive him, no matter how much he's tried to. Late at night before your grave, as though hoping you can still actually hear him. You've forced him to be held by grief and not struggle in her embrace. Henry has to live with his parents death, yours, and the passing of what he thought he knew.

He'd not come for your funeral, afraid he'll see himself in you and love you still.

What is he supposed to do with your ring? Wear it on a thin chain, around his neck? Toss another bit of you away, let you go to the bottom of a lake? No, he'd decided. I still need to hold onto you. That's what you'd want.

Except it isn't, is it? Henry is hoping that it is. Who in their right mind would want to be forgotten?

You don't have a right mind, you're a corpse.

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Stages of Regret( Chapter 2)

After a disastrous Christmas party. Nesta Archeron decided to leave behind her old life, to start anew. Now a year and a half later. Her past has come back to haunt her.

Having Cassian in her space felt strange. Yet she didn't mind it. Part of her welcomed it. Nesta had almost forgotten how broad his frame was. When he almost didn't fit through her front door. She snorted at the sight of him sidestepping to get inside. Earning her a look.“ Why is your door hobbit sized?” Nesta shrugged. “ It’s a normal-sized door. Have you ever considered that you’re not normal?” No response after that. As he started to take in her apartment.

She watched as Cassian took in the small space she called home. He examined the pictures on the fridge. Glanced at the pictures hung on the wall. One, in particular, intrigued him. A gift from him to her. Back when they dated. Was he surprised she still had it?

Moving on he observed the brightly colored toys littering the common room floor. Looked suspiciously at the atrocious popcorn ceiling. His narrowed gaze told her that he didn't care for the sloppily patched up spots. They were few. But, they admittedly weren't small.

A few more minutes passed. Yet, no words were spoken. They didn't need to be. Nesta already figured out what was on his mind. It’d only be a matter of time before he voiced his disapproval of her living space, of their living space.

As far as apartments went, it wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t the best though. There had been minor issues here and there. But, overall, not any horrible issues. They weren't in a bad area either. It also was the only one Nesta could afford at the time. Renewal had come months back. A lease that she resigned despite having the funds to upgrade. She enjoyed the company too much to move. Gwyn and Emerie made the place a home. They had become her family. Eventually, however, as her child grew. More space would be required. But, for now, this was fine. She’d cross that bridge when the time came.

Her apartment was nothing compared to Cassian’s though. The building he lived in belonged to Rhysand’s mother. As he was her adopted son. He paid a reasonable rent, for a well above-average apartment. She’d even go as far as to call it luxury. Many times he’d asked her to move in with him. Which was met with the same answer every time. No. She refused to live under Rhysands roof. No doubt he’d expect something from her. Constantly throw the fact that she lived there in her face. Whenever she displeased him. The most she had in that building was a drawer in Cassian's room. Which Cassian promised to not tell a soul about. Lest he wished to incur her wrath. Often she wondered what happened to that drawer. It housed some of her favorite t-shirts. One of them had been a merch shirt from the gym Cassian owned. It was the softest shirt she ever owned.

Now that she thought about it. Cassian also had problems with her last apartment. He’d bought her extra locks for her door. He was a worrier, that's for sure. In the three years that they dated. The man fussed over her like a mother hen. Constantly making sure she ate that day or asking if she needed him to change her oil. She doubted anything had changed. No matter how much she had snipped at him about it. The behavior never ceased. If anything he found it amusing. He fussed then, and he would fuss now. It would just be over a different girl.

“ How did you know where I lived?” she asked, breaking the silence. Cassian made his way to the couch. Plopping down, making a strange face as he did. “ A buddy of mine owns a club not too far from here. I ended up bringing Az along.” He shifted, pulling a wadded-up blanket out from beneath him. “ Imagine my surprise when I saw my missing ex-girlfriend on the pole. We followed you here afterward.” There had been no judgment in his tone.

“ How did you know what door I was in?” The child in her arms squealed. Drawing Cassian's gaze onto her. “ Found a package on the doorstep, pure dumb luck I suppose.” She had taken a few steps forward. When Cassian spoke again.

“What’s our daughter's name?” Nesta didn’t miss the pain in his tone. Nor did she miss the anger lurking underneath, no doubt directed toward her, rightfully so. “ Her name is Evie,” she responded, walking even closer to him. “ Evangeline’s her full name. It’s just a mouthful.” He stared at her in shock. His mouth agape. As if he wanted to say something. His eyes spoke for him though. She knew the importance of that name. It’s why she chose it. “Do you want to hold her?”

He stood silently, gently taking Evie from her arms and tucking her onto his side. Cassian stared at the little girl. A smile taking over his face. The first one she’d seen from him today. “ Hey, beautiful.” he cooed. Fatherhood suited him already. She knew it would, he was just the type.

Reaching out her hand in response. Evie began patting his shoulder. A move Nesta knew all too well. Before she could warn him, that little hand had grabbed a fist full of Cassian’s hair. Pulling it towards her. Pain flashed across Cassian's features. As his head was yanked forward. Yet the softness never left. Maybe he didn’t want to spook her or make a bad first impression. ” I forgot to mention. She likes to grab hair.” Nesta couldn't hold back the small grin that no doubt showed.

A ghost of a smirk danced across Cassian’s face.” You and she have that in common.” He froze for a second. Realizing what he had just said. Nesta ignored the comment. Cassian seemed to ignore it too. So easily he fell into that old banter. Nesta cleared her throat. “ You accept her here. Yet outside parentage seemed to be questioned.”

“ I never questioned her. I just didn't know what to say. Besides,” He turned to look at her.” You're many things Nesta, a liar isn't one of them.” He began to pace around the room. Adding a light bounce to his step. His hair still captive in Evie’s hand. He’d have to pry those fingers off, hope she got distracted, or cut the hair. If he wanted it back. “ Were you ever going to tell me? Or was I just going to get a surprise at my doorstep in eighteen years?”

Nesta swallowed her shame. “ I had every intention of letting you know. I went to your door. But, when I knocked-” she paused “Morrigan answered, and reminded me of what a waste of space I was. Then slammed the door in my face. When I asked to see you.”

Nesta now made her way to the small kitchen table. Putting as much distance between the two of them as possible. Being so close to him again. Was already starting to affect her. she could feel his warmth. Not only that, but, seeing him interact with their daughter. Made her hate herself more than she already did. She also dared not say what she wanted to. Dare not say how she’d drive by his complex to tell him, and beg him for forgiveness. One day she did have the courage to go in. She’d just given birth a few weeks prior. The door code hadn’t been changed, much to her surprise. However, the sight of Rhysand had her turning tail and rushing back to the car. After that, she didn’t return. So afraid of another run in.

Cassian shook his head. “ Mor wouldn't do that. Not in my own home. I told her multiple times that you were welcome there. It must’ve been a misunderstanding.” Nesta scoffed, Of course, that was his response. “ She would, and she did. Ask her the next time you see her. Also,-” She caught his eye. Her voice now laced with ice “ What happened to I’m not a liar? I should’ve known you’d doubt me. Where your friends were concerned. You always did. '' Standing up, she strode over to where he stood. Where Evie now squirmed in his grasp. “ She wants down.”

Nesta plucked her out of Cassian’s arms. Overpowering any resistance he put up. Disbelief evident on his face. After being put down. A beeline was made toward her toys, unsurprisingly.

Nesta turned back to Cassian. Her anger bubbling up from the depths. Like a monster being awoken from slumber. But, before she could speak he ground out.” You had other ways to tell me. I had a phone. You could’ve called, or texted. Anything would've been better than running, and completely vanishing off the face of the earth.” He sighed, as he ran his hands through his hair. The bun now fully out of its elastic. Courtesy of Miss Evie Archeron.

Rage simmered behind his eyes. But, he kept his tone low. “ Do you know how long we looked for you? Everyone was worried sick. Your phone was disconnected, you broke your lease, and quit your job. You didn't exist anymore. All because of an offhand comment.”

“ That’s what everyone seemed to want at the Christmas party, you included. I doubt anyone was worried when I vanished though.” Nesta laughed. “Everyone loved Morrigan’s idea. I just made it a reality. All of you should be thanking me. Mean, nasty Nesta was no longer an issue.” Shaking her head, she marched to the kitchen. Intent on busying herself. It helped when thoughts ran rampant in her head. Cassian followed closely behind, his steps heavy. “ That’s not what she meant. I gave her a warning for it too, regardless. Don't drag her, or the others into this. This-'' He motioned between them” is about you and I”

Nesta sneered “ What did she mean then? Please tell me what other interpretation there was. You’re taking her side. Just like you always have.” Taking a deep breath. She bent down and opened the dishwasher, calmly grabbing plates, and putting them in the cabinets above. Her hands began to shake. A telltale sign she was stressed. Cassian must’ve noticed too. He always looked at her hands. When he couldn't figure her out.

He breathed and took a step back. His hands held up in surrender. “ I’m not taking sides here. I’m trying to understand. I want to understand, Nesta, that's it.”

“ Silence is still taking sides” The dishes now abandoned. She leaned over the counter. Peering over at Evie playing with her blocks. Blissfully unaware of the discourse. Without even looking at him, Nesta muttered “ I think you should leave. We can continue this another day. When she isn’t here. I don’t want to fight in front of our daughter, please.” Today she would surrender.

Any fight left his voice at the word please. “ Okay. Before I go though. Where’s your restroom?”

She pointed him to the hallway. This whole thing was a mess. One of her own doing. The only thing stronger than her anger now was her fear. What would the others think? What would they say? She vanished from their lives. Cut all ties, and moved to the opposite side of town. Became an exotic dancer, and had a baby. Whose existence she kept from the father. A man who would’ve loved to be a part of everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Nesta heard their taunts already. They made her want to crawl in a ball. To just not exist. She shook away the voices. But, they’d be back. Of that, she was certain.

Cassian appeared out of the hallway. Making his way to Evie. Crouched on one knee. He began to coo once more.“ Hey Gorgeous, I’m gonna go now. You be a good girl for your mom ok.” her only response was a smile. He ruffled the small tuft of honey brown hair atop her head. Eliciting a joyful laugh. “ I’ll see you soon.”

He met Nesta back in the kitchen. A somber look on his face. One of pity. He didn’t have that before. She hated it. Wanted it to go away. “I need your new number”. Nesta had almost forgotten to give it to him. Taking his phone from his hand, she entered her number. Returning it once she was done. With nothing else left to say. He made his way to the door.

But, just as his hand touched the knob. A plea flew from her mouth, quick and desperate. “ Please don’t tell anyone else about this yet. Tell Az to keep it to himself too.” He stared ahead blankly, then nodded. He turned to her. That same somber look. She wanted to scratch it off. “ You have my word. I’ll give you some time. But, I won't hide this forever.” His gaze fell on Evie. Then back to Nesta. “I want her to know her family. I want-” he stopped himself. “ We’ll figure this out.” With the click of the lock. He was gone. And she was alone with her thoughts once more.

#nessian angst #nessian #nesta archeron #acotar #acosf #nesta x cassian #nessian baby

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This account is for Batfamily fic recommendations :)

And here’s the listed fics:

Typical solution | Days I have held | Exit strategy

And if you wrong us | Just a moment in time

Happy napping-day | six months of Alice

insecurity | the strongest fort of all | A Revelation

the one thing | Damian Drake | Liminal space

impression | some common ground | Saudade

in the end | unexpected | Juneberries

a bespoke tuxedo his only armor | invisible sickness

just like the movies | the loneliness in worth

Ashes, ashes we all fall down | The Study of Birds

No one deserves to be lonely | MICE ON VENUS

A Brief Interview | Cradle Robber

Everything’s better with Strawberry Ice cream

To grieve is to admit I have a lost ( I cannot lose you )

A pitter patter bitter batter brother | let’s be brothers

Saving face and taking the blame | day by day

farthest you’ve ever flown | tell them I am home

late night encounters | easy as pie | Last request

Stepping on landmines | big brother’s love

Say uncle | My school’s local mafia boss

Hero worship | I’ll always be here to catch you

Word on the street | Unexpected Guest

Take my hand | 'Cause you all try to keep me down

Calling in favors | A Meditation on Railroading

Love is violence | The Long Way Home | geolocation

seventeen going under | Blood of the covenant

Someone that hates to see me go

Betting Warmth against the Cold

New lovers are nervous and tender

Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out

If life gives you demons (make a deal)

How to accidentally acquire a brother

What you’re longing for (you claim to abhor)

You’re a knife to my throat and shield to my back

Of house and home | a small nest in no man’s land

flood | darling boy | *sluuurp* Mmm, Good Soup.

First Steps | baby Robin | the best of both of us

first priority | under a parent’s wing

Just don’t give up | Wayfinding | Robins on a Rooftop

In from the cold and into the nest | Wayward

little brothers and stupid ideas | The return

how to feed your local demon | The Gala

there’s a monster under my bed | Love Languages

You're On Your Own, Kid

Protecting the Batbrothers | Project W.I.N.G.

only you will have stars that can laugh

unleash the beast (with a kiss on the cheek)

like an unattended child you can’t quite trust

the picture frames have changed and so has your name

Runs in the family | Running with the 90s (kids)

Duke finds his place

Best friends | Untrimmable lights | Love Languages

A watchful kind of love | Summer’s in the air

it hath made me mad | Na Na Na Na Batdad

coming out to the farm | so much you don’t know

there’s a new me coming out | not your son

still feel your teeth around my organs

the wind sits in the shoulder of your sail

All hands on deck / the bat way / Missing bird

Obedience / Explosions and little brothers

Rise of Cardinal / Who let you on the moon

We make our own demons / Into the brighter night

Can he cook? / The greatest gift is family

The birds and the nest / Where bats and birds roost

Sharing is caring / A canary’s song / Tractors

Hand in unlovable hand (a chokehold) / In service

Dangerous and noble things / From the shadows

Time will explain / Unknown mistakes / Proof

sorry not sorry (sorry) / Finding the line / Break

We’re Moving Where? / Bats in the Belfry

Lavender blood / The things learned by watching

Learning how to live / Have you seen my kids?!

Words in silence spoken / A nest torn empty

The sweetest vein/ A revelation in the light of day

Kadokuna Shojo (a lonely girl) / Be there

Tim’s longest con / Repeating Old Habits

Die a hero (become a villain) / Eyes on you

Baby Birds and Bat Caves / our favorite Timmers

The Ouija Boy/ Coal to Diamonds (sold to fools)

A Bat and his Birds / Provenance / A Strange Family

'Think I've Flipped / their faces turned to sunset

Little menace / Dead Air (don't let me fall)

The French Mistake / Purple Kush / Mona Lisa, Baby

The Dragon's Keep(ing Us Sane) / Cards on the Table

sallow skin (and they can’t look away) / Cuphead

I request the honour of your presence / Gotcha

Banshee In A Well / you can swear in my hoard

Little Red Robin / New Age Furry Therapy

Cause You're My Brother / I'll Stand By You

I don’t belong here (I wish I was special) / zugzwang

Time's Arrows

fire that’s kept closest burns most of all

Don't You Want to Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang

Philosopher’s stone (but this ain’t abt Rowling)

Good men don’t need rules (today is not the day to find out why I have so many)

Hold me, love me, touch me (you’ll be the first who ever did)

Here's a Reminder (That You Haven't Fallen Through the Cracks)

That One Time Tim Adopted The Wayne Family

Something Funny Happened on the Way Home

My baby, you were a gift, one i have never regretted

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home

Ps: Please, please read the warning and tags, some topics may be triggering and uncomfortable for some readers to read. Please keep that in mind!

This list is just for me to keep track of all the fics i post, but, If the name of a fic interests you and you want to read it, I’ve written all their names as tags, so all you need to do is search the name and it’ll show up.

Also, if the name doesn’t show up when you search for it, it either means 1) I haven’t posted it yet, 2) you have to have an ao3 account to read it; so I can’t post it.

#fic rec #fic list #batfam #batfamily #please read the tags #please read the warnings #sorry #but most of these are Tim-centric #anyway #these are colour coded #Green is for Damian #Red is for Jason #Blue is for Dick #Orange is for Duke #Purple is for Cass #Pink is for Bruce #White is for general Batfam fics

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morganas-pendragons · 2 months

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I want to tell a story about one of the best people I knew. Because he died today.

And he was one of the few people who pushed me to pursue my creative passion.

This is long and personal. Dont by any means feel like you have to read it. I just want it here for myself to come back to.

I moved to Illinois in August of 2016. Not long after, I was informed about a standing tradition in Indiana called The Covered Bridge Festival. I was intrigued. And since my mom was going, 18 year old me decided to tag along.

I remember walking down the main road of this event and finding a giant banner that said, “WALKING DEAD ART” on a barn nearby. I was perplexed. It was an antique show. What on Earth is art from my favorite show doing here?

So I went in and was greeted with the most beautiful art I have ever seen. I still hold to that, to this day. I remember walking into that booth and gazing upon that art: Art drawn by a man much older than me who saw the world in only black and white.

Hence his social media presence: the black and white guy.

I was so lonely at the time I had done this. I had just moved to a new state, had left everything I had ever known, to follow my family to a town I hated. And I was so lonely. So bad off. I just felt very.. lost.

I’ll never forget his response. Once I told him I also was a fan of the show, he asked me about that, and then I proceeded to spend the next three hours explaining my OC that I had written just for the purpose of Carol being able to keep a child.

Three hours. He listened to me talk about this for three hours. By the time my mom was ready to leave, she found me still in the barn, still talking his ear off. And he heard every word. I left that barn the same day with so much art and promises to return the following year.

Eventually I came to his booth so often that he started giving me his art at a huge discount because I was “such a devoted fan” (or something along this line) and it was so nice solely for this reason: despite him being an artist and me being a writer, we pushed each others creative passions. I was constantly asking him for art from different shows we both loved.

The last time I vividly remember seeing him was before he was diagnosed with cancer. My mother told me that he was coming over to the house but wouldn’t say why. I was so confused. I only met the man once a year, and now he’s coming to my parents house? Why?

This man, knowing my love for Carol Peletier, took one of his original art pieces of Melissa McBride and put it in this gorgeous frame. To give to me.

For free. Because he wanted to.

“I know how much you love her.”

At this point, I had spent probably 5-6 years expressing my love for Carol and Melissa every time we met. I only missed the festival once due to being too far away and in college. He’d driven from his little town in Indiana to give me this drawing, which now sits on my wall in my apartment. So do his drawings of Daenerys and Wanda.

I was working this morning when I went home for lunch. I had just prayed for him. He had been battling cancer something fierce, which caused him to miss the art show in October of 2023. His wife was there in his stead.

I haven’t been thrown off guard like I was this morning since 2015, when my choir teacher suddenly died of pancreatic cancer. All I saw was a picture of angel wings on his Instagram, and the words: Robin left.

He was gone. Just like that, just after I had gotten home for lunch. I lost my appetite. I lost my energy. I just… feel so defeated. I haven’t experienced death a lot in my life. Every time I do, it’s with someone like this. Someone who teaches me something so crucial, so beautiful, that end up passing away anyway.

My choir teacher in 2015 was the start of embracing my passion for much.

Robin in 2016 was the start of me properly embracing my passion for writing.

So.. Robin… thank you. I am so grateful for you and so heartbroken that you’re gone.

#tbd #personal #tw death

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 year

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Different Jervises : he finds a song that he liked when he was younger on the phone and plays it with lyrics trying to sing. While doing it he slowly realizes "Wait… this is sex song."

"This is a sex song?" Hatter Party Ask

I hear you and I'm going to raise you specific sex songs for each Hatter. Fun fact: one of these I actually didn't realize it was a sex song until I was well into adulthood. You can have fun guessing which one.

TW: explicit lyrics, Suggestive

BTAS

"Afternoon Delight" By Starland Vocal Band

This Jervis is one for the classics. 60's and 70's songs really hit that sweet spot for him because it's things he remembers well from canonical childhood years.

"Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite

Looking forward to a little afternoon delight

Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite

And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting"

This song is pleasant, it's something that played a lot and it's not overtly sexual. Just subtle and veiled enough that if you don't pay attention, it can be easy to miss. You can rather just put it on and sing along.

Which is exactly what Jervis was doing while he was sewing. You see, his darling f/o taught him how to use Spotify (I know the time frame is loopy, just go with it), and now he has a lot of his favorites ready to play whenever he wants! You would think it would be simple for him given his work but applications are not his strong suit.

Afternoon Delight comes on and he sings. It's around halfway through the song that he's mouthing the words and has the epiphany.

"Oh." A slight blush. It's still a fantastic song, he's just a little flustered now as he's rediscovering it in a new light.

He might need to show this to his f/o... It's giving him ideas :)

Arkham

"Come on Eileen" By Dexy Midnight Runners

This song is one filled with joy and bouncy vibes. It's a song to dance to! It's genuinely difficult to hear it and not feel a little happy/pumped up... So of course it's one he's exceptionally fond of.

"Come on, Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

Ah, come on, let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)"

Between the accents and the fast beat, it's easy to miss the words. Plus it's not graphic at all- More about seeing someone you haven't in a while and realizing oh wow they're... very hot now. Having dirty thoughts about them...

It suits his coy nature in a way, actually. Yet he has no idea of this until it's playing on the radio. Someone in the room mentions the song being about sex. At first he pays no mind. He has other things to focus on!

Yet, as with most random tangents he comes back to, it lingers as an itching thought in his brain. Several days later he'll find himself looking it up to satisfy his own curiosity. Really, he probably bothers someone else to look it up, but the result is the same.

He's got this goofy sort of delight singing it after that, thinking about his Eileen "Alice" being sung to.

Gotham

"lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off" By Panic! At the Disco

In my opinion, the idea of Gotham Jervis Tetch being a little emo youngster just tickles me. No, it's not based on anything in particular other than that. Emo pop bands like Panic! At the Disco were a staple.

"I've got more wit, a better kiss

A hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet

Sweetie, you had me

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat

A better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat"

It's one of those songs that when you're young it's cheeky because there's CURSING and you kind of vaguely know what it's about but you know you're not really listening to the words as much as the music. Or you weren't paying much attention and thought to it.

Picture Jervis putting the song on, sort of half singing while he's doing something- He pauses. Wait. It all sort of hits him at once- The song, what it means, how obvious it is and him not realizing until just this now.

No one else can know about this. Certain parties (Jerome, Edward) would never let him live this down.

It strikes him as particularly crass now as an adult but of course that's the sort of thing he wanted to listen to as a teen. He had things he needed to be angsty about! And this was it!

#Mad hatter party ask #btas mad hatter #arkham mad hatter #gotham mad hatter #foxwriting

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eatabubble · 2 years

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Loving you <3

Bruce Yamada x fem!reader

Summary: A letter you gave to Bruce on your guys anniversary in which he treasures more than anything after your accident

Word count: 784

It's been months but Bruce couldn't move on not when all he sees at night is you he misses you he wishes he could go back and persuade you more than ever no, persuading wouldn't be enough he wishes he would have begged to let him walk you home but you wouldn't comply when he asked you so the next morning to say he was just confused would be a lie he was horrified he was hurt he was filled with guilt he saw tons of missing posters of you and he always spaces out when he sees pictures of you now.

But today wasn't photo's of you that stopped him in his tracks but a letter he had in a photo frame on his bedside table he couldn't stop re-reading it all over and over again, the way your handwriting changed when you wrote the word love the way it slanted made him sad he knew you liked slanting your words like that while writing, something about being different and that it reminded you of him, and after that Bruce couldn't stop thinking about his handwriting for days and you were right his handwriting consisted of some sloppy letters but a bit of a slant in each one. He always found it funny how you notice things about him he couldn't even remember about himself.

However even if you have given Bruce a total of about 8+ letters this was his favorite that's why he had it framed with heart stickers decorating the frame around it, that's why he told his mom about it, and his cats and his teammates even if they would usually tease him about it he didn't care he just needed to show off your love for him and how talented and romantic you are, he loved the way you were so open about loving him after 2 years of not being big on pda and not being able to express yourself, he loved that throughout the letter had listed off things you have noticed while 'loving him'.

My lovely Bruce,

Today marks our 3rd year anniversary of loving and caring for one another to say I only like these past years would be so undoubtedly wrong I am so happy I got to meet a lovely boy like you, you showed me love, compassion, care, and how to love and I couldn't be more grateful because loving you has shown me so much. Loving you has taught me that good people are still out there and that one of them was named Bruce Yamada. Loving you made me believe in 'true love' . Loving you, Bruce made me the happiest girl out there you made me happy you always will and always have and no matter what happens I'll be there with you the same way you'd be there for me. I love you so much I wish I could fit it all in words but you know I'm bad at describing my feelings so hopefully my actions prove to you all my love.

Yours truly,

Y/n.

And after he had finished reading it you embraced him and kissed him to so on so prove your love for him later on he eneded up giving you a heart shaped box that he seemed to have made himself out of paper and color it your favorite colors inside was your favorite candy and a tiny pieces of paper shaped like confetti each one saying a different thing he loves about you. Bruce would have been fine with just the letter but while on your date that day you ended up giving him tiny baseball charms and his favorite candy and he loved every second of your love.

But that was 3 months before you got taken away it's been almost 5 months now and he felt sick this whole week thinking about how you two would've spent your birthday that was coming up in no less than 2 days.

He knew you were probably gone for good now but he still hoped they'd find you soon they never did whether you were alive or dead they found nothing at all and he couldn't sleep most nights knowing that you wouldn't rest in peace until they found you but what could he do, anytime someone mentions you he would feel like he's about to explode and burst into tears.

He'd give anything to have you back, because loving you, y/n y/l/n made him ready for the future loving you made him feel like he was on top of the world however with you gone, loving you made him want to break down when anything slightly reminded him of you.

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A/n I don't know how to feel about this I like it but maybe some things didn't make sense so 🤷🏽‍♀️

#bruce yamada #bruce x reader #bruce x you #bruce yamada x reader #x reader #the black phone #the grabber #love #sad #letters #love letters #fanfic

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smallraindrops-blog · 1 year

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Wake Me From this Dreaming

(Part 15, part B)

Part A

“Do you miss it?” Hypnos asked once.

“Miss what?” You replied back, eyes tracking Zagrues’ form as he ran. If you could just get Zagreus focused on his speed as well as his accuracy, he would be unstoppable.

“Well, you know. Being alive and all that?” Hypnos’ words were blunt and to the point. To anyone else, it would have been rude. Cold even.

You didn’t mind, however. It was nice that Hypnos was so painfully blunt, and to the point. It made you feel like you could be honest with him in a way you couldn’t with others. You glanced toward him, your mouth twisted thoughtfully.

“Sometimes.” You admitted quietly. “Chrion’s home in the mountains were beautiful enough to rival Elysium. Even the winter, when there was nothing but snow and ice. And there is nothing quite like being on the beach alone on a clear day.”

Hypnos blinked at you. Once more, you had to admit to yourself that this odd god had the most striking eyes. Pure honey gold framed by pure white lashes. He truly was the loveliest thing you've ever seen. Hypnos tugged on one of his curls in thought, almost pouting, not saying anything.

You returned to watching Zagrues then Hypnos spoke.

“Before I lived here, we lived in a place filled with stars.” Hypnos said, his tone hushed. Like he knew he shouldn’t be telling a mere shade this. “I could see whole galaxies.”

“Like the Milky Way?” You asked, trying to picture it. You have seen the countless stars, of the misty glow of the beautiful Milky Way. It was a favorite of yours whenever you got the chance to see it.

“Oh, no. So much more.” Hypnos sighed wishfully, his eyes had a far away look in them that you found you dislike. Your fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and bring him back to you.

You resisted, hands tight on your spear.

“Why haven’t you returned?” You asked, honestly curious.

Hypnos shrugged. “My family is here. And well, you know. I won’t meet shades like you up there.”

You huffed out a laugh. You were a grumpy bastard and you knew it. The idea that Hypnos would pick that over the stars themselves was ridiculous. “Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Hypnos scoffed, his chin jutted out. His cheeks were flushed, his fingers curled up his lap. And he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Nope! I wouldn’t want that. It is so much more interesting to be here.”

You lifted an eyebrow. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Hypnos said quietly. Firmly.

There was a quiet knock on Hypnos’ bedchambers and you glanced up at it.

Hypnos was still in your arms, breathing deeply in his sleep. Your hand tangled in his curls, his white curls stark against your skin. You didn't have it in you to let him go after his fit of nightmares, so you didn’t, staying in place for who knows how long.

A part you wanted to ignore the knocking.

How often had you wished for the outside world to go away, to leave you and Hypnos in peace? When you closed your eyes, it was all too easy to imagine you and Hypnos entangled together for all eternity. No more pain, or heartbreak.

At least in your dreams, you might be able to rejoin him.

Another knock came.

With a deep sigh, you pulled yourself from the bed, cursing everything and everyone.

When the door opened, you saw Achilles’ grim expression. He tried to offer a smile as his eyes swept over your form.

“Father? What is it?” You asked softly, like if you spoke too loudly, it would cause another nightmare for Hypnos . Achilles rubbed his brow, clearly deciding what to say. You lifted a brow, waiting for him to talk.

“Master Hades wishes to speak to you.” Achilles said finally.

“What?” You asked in shock.”I already told him everything that happened when I first came in.”

Achilles shook his head, “I know. This is about something else. I… I thought we should talk first.”

He sighed. “This is about Pyrrhus and what will happen to him. Master Hades wants to do this while his crimes are still fresh in everyone’s mind.”

“But what about Hypnos' thoughts on this?” You said, trying to keep your voice calm. “Thanatos was firm on that matter.”

You knew this wasn’t Achilles’ fault. In a way, your parents probably understood better than most about waiting to be reunited with a loved one. It did little to smooth the irritation you felt at the needless conversation, however.

Achilles offered a shrug, even as long as he lived among the gods, their ways didn’t make sense to him. “And lad?”

“Yes?”

Your father’ eyes narrowed. “You need rest. Real rest.”

There was a beat of you and him staring at each other. You stepped out, forcing Achilles to take a step back, and closed the door behind your back. The sound of the door closing echoed through the quiet hallways, a warning.

It was odd. You wanted - no, needed- Hypnos to wake up, to smile at you once more, to tell you that your father was right and you were being a fool. His face would soften as he did, his warm hand on your cheek, you could see it so clearly.

Yet you found yourself unable to disturb his rest.

“That is rich coming from you, Father. Do I need to remind you about what happened?” You snapped. Achilles didn’t flitch. His eyes burned in you, the same shade as Pyrrhus but different. Even in his strongest, Pyrrhus never had the flame Achilles carried inside of himself.

“You’re right.” Achilles said, his voice quiet. Razor sharp. Your hand curled but you did not move, still as the mountains themselves. “So let me ask this, son. Would Hypnos want to see you like this? You are blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.”

Achilles’ words shot true. You actually winced, leaning back. Then anger flared in your chest, burning and choking like thick smoke.

“All of this, including this moment, would have never happened if-“ you snarled.

“You can’t think like that.” Achilles interrupted, grabbing your shoulder. He shook you a little. “Lad, I know I put too much weight on your shoulders for far too long. But this wasn’t you. It wasn’t anyone, but Pyrrhus’ choices that led us here now.”

Your mouth snapped shut. You and him stared down at each other, father and son reckoning with the moment and all that came before it. Then you closed your eyes, exhausted winning over your pride. Achilles let out a breath, his head bowed.

“I’m sorry.” You told him quietly after long moments passed.

“Ah.” He shrugged. He had a wry smile when he met your eyes. “The habit of sticking a foot in the mouth was definitely something you learned from me.”

You huffed out a laugh. Then you sobered. “I can’t leave him alone. And I doubt people are just going to forget what Pyrrhus had done. Master Hades will just have to wait.”

Just like how you were waiting for Hypnos to wake up.

“And Zagreus will hold down the line a little longer.” Achilles added with a twitch of his lip.

“That bad?” You asked. Achilles shook his head. “Gods bless the poor lad, but he wasn’t meant for paperwork.”

You cracked a weak smile for the first time forever but it faded in just a second.

Achilles sighed. “I will see what I can do. His queen may be able to help me.” He frowned at you. “But lad, I promised your Pa that I will let you get some rest. So how about this? I can take over for a bit, let you get some food and-”

You were already shaking your head. “No, tell Pa I’ve been resting. I’ve been taking naps, and ate some food Hypnos has in there.”

Achilles looked like he didn’t quite believe you but he pulled you into a firm hug. “You come get us, the moment you need something. Anything. Alright?”

“I will.” You said. It wasn’t a lie but it felt like one.

You don’t know how the conversation got started.

Zagreus had asked Hypnos something you missed while you were helping Skelly.

“Poppy?” Hypnos asked, blinking his golden eyes at His Highness. You shifted, very aware of the armband, marked by said poppies. Hypnos’ gift to you. You turned your head slightly, listening in. The training room was a mess, making Skelly mutter at the chaos as he put himself back together.

You grabbed his bone, a part of his arm, giving it over to the old skeleton.

“Yes. I didn’t know that you and Lady Demeter were friends.” Zagreus said, studying Hypnos with a curiosity that made you felt a twitch of jealousy that someone else was looking at Hypnos like that.

Hypnos paused, then tossed his head back in a cheerful laugh.

You tried not to stare like some lovesick boy. You weren’t sure if you succeeded.

“Oh that!” Hypnos said brightly. “Well, yes. We share a fondness for that little flower.”

Zagreus frowned. “But why?”

Hypnos tilted his head. “Well, what do plants do when winter comes?”

“Die?” Zagreus muttered sarcastically. Hypnos rolled his eyes, giving a great sigh like Zagreus was being an idiot just for the sake of being one.

“Yes but not all of them. Many flowers and plants go dormant. You know, kinda like how animals hibernate.” Hypnos explained like one would to a child. “So occasionally our domains will cross paths. Lady Demeter is a lot like Mom- Mother Nyx I mean, just don’t waste her time and she is nice as nice can be.”

“Huh.” Zagreus said thoughtfully, not adding anything else.

Later, during a quiet moment, Hypnos found you standing guard once more. He pointed to the armband, “May I?”

You held out your arm automatically, swallowing when Hypnos grabbed your arm, his fingers brushing against your skin. Hypnos studied the band, as if making sure his magic was still there.

His lips pursed in a thoughtful pout, a stray curl falling into his eyes. The candlelight was kind, making the gold in those eyes warm and soft.

“I wondered why you picked poppy as a symbol.” You said quietly, getting the lovely creature to look at you. Hypnos smiled faintly, peeking up at you through white lashes.

“That is not the only reason. The first time I got to meet Lady Demeter in person was after Zeus took over. She wasn’t too impressed with me since I was still kind of a child but I had taken up wearing all red by that point. So she offered me the poppy, saying I reminded her of one.”

He shrugged with a laugh, his eyes going back to the band. He still hasn't let go. “And well, I couldn’t disagree once I found out what it was used for. My mother was the one who commissioned this armband for me.”

You returned his smile, pleased to have this little bit of cheerfulness for yourself. When Hypnos let you go, you had to shove the disappointment aside. You noted his fingers lingered, and you knew he didn’t want to let go either.

“You are full of surprises, Hypnos.” You told him fondly, your chest almost hurting from how much you adore this little god before you. Hypnos gave you a surprised look, then ducked his head, trying to hide his blush.

He was unable to hide his very pleased smile from you.

There was a golden light coming in, a warm breeze that smelt like the ocean and there was a faint call of birds.

You blinked awake, turning your head to the side to see Hypnos sitting up and staring out the window.

Hypnos’ back was toward you, his nudity covered by a blanket around his lap. His white curls hid any expression. You took a moment to admire his form. The soft delicate lines of his limbs, the curve of his hips would make an artist weep.

You reached for him, expecting warm flesh, for him to turn around with a playful smile. Lovely and golden.

Only when you touched him, all you felt was mist. You pressed harder, unable to breath as Hypnos disappeared right before you eyes-

You jerked, realizing you had fallen asleep once more. The book opened on your lap. Even in his sleep, Hypnos’ magic was strong, wanting to coax you in joining him into realm of dreams.

Your shoulders slumped, and with the little willpower you had left, you picked up the book again.

Hypnos slept, lost to the world, lost to you.

The sparkle of the constellations had dulled, so had the light in Monie’s black button eyes and his moral, his shade could only read aloud and protect the flames in the hearth.

You finally finished the first book you began, your voice hoarse from the hours of talking. You don't even think you talked this much for the entirety of your life. The ending left a sour taste in your mouth.

The hero had failed and it had cost him everything. His beloved was stolen away by the fates themselves. You decided you might not place this one back on the selves.

“Horrible ending.” You muttered, staring down at the last page. The ink had faded, toward the end as if even the writer didn’t want it to end like it did.

“I never cared for it either.” The voice was thin, and very weak, the words cracked.

It took you a moment to realize.

You slowly lifted your head, fingers trembling.

Beautiful, luminous eyes met your gaze, every hue of gold melded in that heavy lipped stare. Hypnos didn’t move his place on his bed, his smile wan. He looked utterly exhausted but right now, he had never been more lovely, more perfect.

“Hypnos?” You rasped, struck dumb, unable to move.

His smile grew just a touch. “Maybe next time you should try the voices.” He teased, his own voice fading. Then he tried to sit up, only making it part way before he dropped down.

You moved, lighting quick and caught him before he hit the bed. There was a growing warmth in his form that wasn’t there before. A knot formed in your throat. You pulled him close, holding him tightly in your arms, uncaring of the mess of pillows falling to the floor or the blankets tangling around you and him.

“This better not be a dream.” You swore quietly, cupping the back of his head, fingers tangled in his soft, messy curls. His little wing fluttered against your fingertips. Hypnos wrapped his arms around your waist, slumping against you.

If this wasn’t real, if this was another dream, it might actually kill you when you woke up, the heartache would be too much. You kissed his temple, knowing he could feel how bad you were shaking.

“It isn’t.” He whispered and you felt tears rolling down his cheeks, landing on your skin. His fingers stoked down your back, weakly curling into your tunic.

You took a deep breath, tears stinging your eyes. You and him stayed like that, just holding on to each other.

“Gods, Hypnos. I miss you.” You told him, uncaring if you sounded pathetic. Hypnos tightened his hold for a moment, then went slack again. He pulled away just enough to look at you.

You dipped your head down, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. You wanted to deepen the kiss, to let him know how much you were going crazy without him but you didn’t.

You had Hypnos back but there was a fragility to him right now. You had to treat him like the finest pottery you even touched, or otherwise you feared he might break into a thousand pieces and you won’t be able to put him back together whole.

The kiss broke and Hypnos smiled, his cheeks a pale pink. Just like that, you fell in love with him over again. He cupped your cheek, and you pressed into his palm, unable to look away from him.

Hypnos sighed, “What happened? The last thing I remember… I was in Elysium… Pyrrhus was-”

You reached up, covered his hand with your own. You didn’t want that monster here, not right now. “We don’t have to-“

“Tell me.” Hypnos demanded, his voice becoming hoarse.

“He can’t hurt you. Not anymore. That is all that matters.” You said, your tone warning him not to push.

Hypnos shook his head, and your name came out in a broken whisper. You winced.

You let out a breath, wanting to tell him to forget it, that Pyrrhus was nothing now. Hypnos was out of his reach for now and forever. You met his eyes once more. There was a plea in those eyes, a need to know.

Once again, you had to admit that you never could tell him ‘no’. Not really. You brought his hand toward your lips, pressing a kiss against his knuckles, realizing how warm his skin was. It was like sunshine, so warm and perfect that you could fall asleep just holding him.

“Alright.”

Taking a moment to sit on the bed, you pulled him into your lap and he pressed in close. You kissed his temple, readying yourself for retelling the tale. Hypnos’ fingers tightened in your tunic. His golden eyes- wide and bright and so beautiful that it made you want to weep- stared up at you.

Taking a deep breath, you told him everything.

The news of Hypnos’ waking up spread like wildfire.

Thanatos had the first one to arrive, and you allowed them a few minutes alone as they talked in low voices. Gifts of fruits and flowers flooded the room with Dusa stopping by with more gifts and ‘get well’ letters, beaming with her warm, fanged smile.

The way Hypnos went wide eyed at the gifts, his mouth parted in surprise made your heart ache from joy. He was awake, he got to see that other people beside you and his family missed him.

In an ideal world, you could keep him there until he regains full strength.

But the outside world believed it had waited long enough and Master Hades had made it clear that he was done waiting. The bastard. You thought, glaring blindly at the messager shade so harshly that they ran off when you looked up from the letter.

You helped Hypnos get clean up and dressed, keeping your touch gentle as a lamb. His body was still fighting him, he couldn’t even float. His steps out the bathtub were wobbly like a newborn deer. You resisted the urge to take to bed so he could have more time to heal.

“It’s like my godhood is still missing.” Hypnos muttered bitterly as you tugged his cloak over his shoulders. Queen Persephone was a master, it looked like the cloak was never damaged in the first place. “I can feel it in my core but it won’t let me do anything with it.”

You silded your fingers under his chin, and lifted his face to make him meet your eyes. He looked upset, like he blames himself for it. Once again, if Pyrrhus was in reach you would- you shove the thought away.

Pyrrhus will get his soon.

“It will return.” You promised him quietly, holding his doubtful stare. “It will. And when it does, you can put the whole damn world down for a nap if you wish.”

“Or the whole universe?” He teased, his mouth twitching into a smile.

“Especially the universe.” You told him warmly.

That got a quiet chuckle out of him, his hand reaching up to press against your wrist. He let his hand trail down, then he frowned. He grabbed your arm and looked down at your forearm.

He glanced toward your other arm but you had been protected on that side by the golden armband, the lines of the poppies still smooth.

“What happened?” Hypnos asked, his eyes on the marks his nails had left. It had faded, but it was still noticeable if one was close enough to see.

“You were having a nightmare. It is nothing. I had far worse injuries just from training, love.” You told him. Hypnos closed his eyes, and you pulled him into your arms. You rested your chin on his head, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

Hypnos sniffed, trying to hold back frustrated tears. “This isn’t fair. I’m so tired.”

“I know.” You shushed him, letting him use you as a shield to hide from the world. Hypnos took a trembling breath, his hands curled against the front of your armor. You kissed the top of his head, lingering there. He smelt fresh, like lavender in the spring.

Hypnos shifted, and looked up at you. He had to stand on his toes to wrap his arm around your neck. Your hand slid down his back, stopping at the small of his back.

You and him met in the middle, the kiss a slow, sweet one. The press of lips felt petal soft and he gasped quietly. You were careful as you pressed in, not wanting to scare him.

The kiss broke for a moment, both you and him breathing against each other. Each other’s fingers caressing exposed skin tenderly. Nothing else mattered at this moment.

“I miss you.” Hypnos whispered, brushing his lips against yours. You swore quietly.

“I miss you too.” You told him, just before the kiss resumed. Hypnos pressed in closer with a breathy whimper. You got lost in the movements, soaking in the warmth, of the pure relief of having him back in your arms where he belonged.

Then a sudden chill filled the space, a flash of green light. Thanatos had arrived.

You turned your head around with a scowl, Hypnos peeking around you. To his credit, he seemed to realize he arrived during a private moment and awkwardly, he cleared his throat.

“Hypnos, Master Hades and the others are waiting. Are you ready?” Thanatos asked, glancing away as you and Hypnos parted. Hypnos smoothed down his tunic, suddenly looking very small and unsure.

You pressed a hand between his shoulder blades, prompting him to look up at you. You gave him a nod, letting him know he wouldn’t be alone. Hypnos straightened up his back and let out a deep breath.

“Ready as ever I will be.”

Master Hades’ office was just as you remembered. The wood dark and the space imposing, letting any unlucky guest know just how unwelcomed they were. Master Hades sat behind his desk but he stood when Hypnos came in.

Queen Persephone, Zagreus, Lady Nyx, Charon and your parents there as well. At first you saw joy on some of the faces that quickly morphed to worried pity when they realized Hypnos was walking, not floating.

Hypnos gamely ignored the stares as he made his way to Master Hades’ too big desk. You felt a warm glow of pride, Hypnos was so much stronger than anyone, even you realized. He flashed a smile that didn’t reach his eyes at the group.

“This isn’t how I imagined my ‘welcome back’ party going. I thought there would be cake and punch.” He joked. It shattered the odd tension in the room, getting some quiet laughs and Master Hades sat down with a sigh that sounded little too close to like relief.

Master Hades unfurled a scroll in front of himself. He wrote something down, then he turned to stare down at the group.

“Now, Hypnos. I’ve heard first hand accounts from my son, the Prince of the Underworld, Zagreus, Lord Thanatos, Megaera the Fury, Sir Y/N, and from the Shades Achilles and Patroclus on the situation of your kidnapping, assault and attempted murder by Pyrrhus, the son of Achilles.” Master Hades said.

“Oh that is a mouthful.” Hypnos muttered under his breath, his nails digging to his palms. You caught your father wincing, and the gentle hand Patroclus placed on his arm.

“I will need your side of the story, Lord Hypnos, child of Nyx.” Lord Hades, his quill at the ready, told him. A hush fell over the room, all eyes on Hypnos.

You wanted to go over to him, to take his hand and comfort him. This wasn’t fair, just like Hypnos had said earlier. Yours and everyone else should have had enough, there should be no need to drag Hypnos through more pain.

Hypnos nodded, letting out a sigh. “Alright. Um. Where do you need me to start?”

“Start with how he kidnapped you from the house, then go from there.” Master Hades said, his voice didn’t soften, not really. It held its usual harsh tone but there wasn’t the usual snap to it.

“Right.” Hypnos licked his lip nervously. His eyes flickered toward you and you offered a smile that he didn’t really return. “Right.” He repeated.

Then, Hypnos spoke, his voice started out stuttering and hesitating, his golden eyes locked forward, staring at the dark wood grain of Master Hades’ desk. The scratching of the quill, the wet sound of ink was all that followed his unsure voice.

There was no expression on Hades’ face, his eyes locked on the scroll before him as he wrote. Eventually, Hypnos’ voice found its strength, everything spilling out of him, it was like he couldn't stop himself.

When you had tried to get what happened after you told him everything, Hypnos had shut down, unable to speak of it nor was he able to look you in the eye. You had feared the worst at that point but all you could do was hold him close.

Hypnos spoke of the letter, the way he attacked outside the house, of the foul words spoken to him, of the beating he was given, of what Pyrrhus had attempted to do before you and the others found him.

Zagreus looked sick, his mismatched eyes darting between Hypnos and Thanatos in concern. Queen Persephone’s face was neutral as her husband, save for the icy rage in her green eyes.

Thanatos was clinging to his scythe so tightly, it would have snapped in half if it wasn’t a godly weapon. Lady Nyx never looked away from her child, her face unreadable to you, as well Charon’s.

Achilles had bowed his head as he listened, the naked shame on his face broke your heart. His words came back to you and you knew that your father didn’t believe it, not for himself. He would carry the guilt of Pyrrhus’ actions with him.

Patroclus caught you glancing over, his hand still on Achilles’ forearm and mouthed, ‘It will be okay.’

And you… You were rooted to the floor, unable to think of anything past Hypnos’ words. Had you been faster, had you been better prepared, more clever, more something, none of this would have happened.

You had failed Hypnos in a way you weren’t sure you could repair.

Hypnos stopped, the studden silence ringing your ears. He let out a breath, not meeting your eyes. Or anyone else’s. “I- I think that is everything, Master Hades. I- yes, I’m sure.”

Master Hades wrote a little bit more, paused then calmly placed the quill back into the ink holder. The scroll remained, the ink drying, a permanent record of the crimes against Hypnos.

“When this happened to Thanatos.” Hades spoke after a long pause, getting all eyes on him. “We didn’t bother with the accounts, we just discussed the punishment and cleaned our hands of it. But the so-called hero, Pyrrhus has a following, many warriors willingly gave up Elyism to follow that fool.”

Hades’ eyes lingered on you before going back to Hypnos who simply nodded. “With the accounts, we can show this punishment is not unjust. Like how some tried to claim Sisyphus’ was.”

Thanatos didn’t flitched at the name but you saw the worried glance Zagreus shot his way. You couldn’t worry about Thanatos right now, even with the fledgling allyship growing between you and him, Hypnos was your only concern.

Hypnos just looked even more worn down now, and you wished you could take him back to his chambers. He needed food and rest. Soon, you told yourself, surely this won’t take much longer.

A knock came, surprising everyone but Hades. You noticed it immediately, anxiety turning your guts sour. Your hand tightened on your spear, as Hades granted permission to enter.

Megaera appeared first, her chin held high as always, her ponytail a banner. In one hand, she held her whip at the ready, the other were dull silver chains. She yanked it as she walked in.

You heard Hypnos’ sharp inhale of fear and moved purely on instinct. You blocked Hypnos with a spear in front of him, giving Hypnos the choice to move behind you if he wished.

Behind Megaera, was Pyrrhus. However, his flaming red hair was limp and dirty, and it was clear he had been beaten several times. He had been stripped of his prized armor, wearing only a ragged tunic. His arms and legs bound to the heavy belt in his middle. He didn’t lift his head up, not even once.

Good, an ugly, savage part of your soul thought. If you were a better person… but you weren’t. You were just glad that Hypnos will get his justice and you were looking forward to knowing that Pyrrhus won’t hurt anyone, not ever again.

Megaera shoved him to the ground, and stood tall before them all. In that moment, she was vengeance, pure and given form. Just as Hypnos was to sleep, Nyx to night and Thanatos to death.

Her voice was out and clear, righteous in her tone. “I, Megaera the first of the furies, present the prisoner named Pyrrhus for his crimes against the gods, Master Hades, God of the underworld and disturbing of the peace in his master’s domain and for crimes of Hypnos, God of sleep, for kidnapping, bodily harm and attempted murder.”

Hypnos reached for you, curling a hand in the back of your tunic but otherwise stayed in place.

Once again, Hypnos had shown his strength, not hiding away from his attacker. Pride and love overflowed your whole being, overpowering the pure hate you felt for the shade before you.

Hades stood, staring down at them. “I am giving you one chance, shade. To tell us the truth of your crimes, of what drove you to commit such actions so no other shade will make the same mistakes as you had.”

For a long, long moment there was only stillness in the room. Then slowly, Pyrrhus lifted his head. His blue eyes skimmed over the gods, only pausing to linger on Hypnos. You shifted just so, blocking Hypnos from his foul stare.

Pyrrhus’ mouth curled into the faintest smirk that faded once he saw Achilles and the disgusted shame he had toward his son.

“Shade, answer your master. Or else.” Megaera threatened. Pyrrhus scoffed quietly.

“You are not my Master, Hades.” Pyrrhus snapped, “I have been mocked and abused since arriving here. Gods are such foul creatures. To think, I once wanted to stand among your kind.”

“Enough!” Hades thundered, shaking the house, maybe the whole underworld. He slammed a hand down, his eyes narrowed. Pyrrhus dropped his head once more, his red hair became a veil for his face.

The god of the underworld stared down at the shade, his eyes burning. “Pyrrhus, fallen shade, fallen hero -if one could have ever called you that-, for your crimes against the gods, you will never know rest. You will never sleep again, you will never dream again. Every time just before you fall asleep, you will jolt awake.”

Master Hades’ words rang out, the weight of his judgment settling on everyone’s shoulders. You heard Hypnos’ exhale as he rested against you, his hand tightening on your tunic.

You waited for Pyrrhus to scream at the punishment, to try to get out of it but he didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound for a long moment. He lifted his eyes up but he didn’t look at Hades and he looked right past you.

He stared toward Hypnos, his stare burning.

Then he laughed, choked and disbelieving. “That's it? I just won’t sleep then. Pitiful little-”

At Hades’ nod, Megaera used a kick to knock Pyrrhus down, ending his ranting. He curled up and didn’t move. Megaera had made her mark on Pyrrhus during his stay, it seems.

“Get that putrid shade out of my House. Now.” Hades ordered, his voice black in his rage.

Long after Pyrrhus was dragged out, after everyone took a moment to speak to Hypnos, after everything, you were able to bring Hypnos back to his chambers.

He stood in the middle, his powers still not fully back. Among the flowers, he stood out in all red. You thought back of the goddess Demeter claiming Hypnos reminded her of a poppy.

It was a rather fitting semblance, one that made you smile until you saw how exhausted he looked. Quietly, you placed your spear to the side before going to him. You placed a hand on his back, waiting for him to turn around to face you.

Hypnos didn’t hesitate to melt against you, sighing as you and him held each other. You buried your face in his hair, heart overflowing from gratefulness that he was going to be okay, that he still wanted to be held by you, that he was safe.

Even so, guilt haunts your thoughts. Gods, the fact Hypnos could even joke after such a thing had happened spoke volumes of who he was. If anything…

“Stop thinking.” Hypnos muttered, pressing in closer, like he was trying to fuse with you. You laughed quietly, tightening your arms around him.

“Hypnos I need to-“ you started to say but he shook his head, causing his cheek to rub against your armor.

“Not right now. Please.” He begged, his voice soft. You swallowed, kissing the top of his head.

“Alright.” You told him, just holding him close. Very quietly, very tenderly. “Hypnos. I love you so much. There is no one like you.”

You couldn’t see his smile but you felt it in the way he moved, the quiet flutter of his wing. His arms tightened around you and you heard him whisper your name, sounding so fond.

“I love you too.” He whispered.

Later, Hypnos tugged you toward the bed. His lips twisted up in a sardonic grin, “I know I have basically been in a coma for the last few weeks but I need to lay down.”

You scoop him up in your arms before he could finish speaking, getting a pleased laugh from him. You grinned, unable to speak past the swell of joy in your chest. You had begun to think you would never hear his laugh ever again.

Hypnos close his arms around your neck, grinning up at you. He was perfect. “You know if I don’t get my powers back, I will expect you to carry me around everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.”

“Oh, should I tell Hades to move my guarding post to the line and just hold you while you work?” You teased him. Hypnos kicked his feet, his smile growing wide, pleased that you were playing along.

“Yes!” He said, poking your chest. “And while we are at it, if anyone gives me a hard time, you are to make that scary face, the one with the glare, not the scowling one unless it is really bad then you can do that one and scare them away.”

This might be more of the most ridiculous conversation you ever had but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You felt giddy, like you had too much to drink.

You lifted a brow, pausing by the bed. “I wasn’t aware I had multiple ‘scary faces’, love.”

“You do!” Hypnos claimed. He began to count with his fingers, not making any effort to actually get into bed. “From least scary to very scary, the glare which isn’t too bad once someone gets to know you. Then the angry glare, which is like medium scary.”

As he spoke, you were able to get both him and you into the bed. Your back propped up the pillows, and Hypnos rested on your lap, uncaring of the metal armor. You suspected he might have found comfort in you wearing it.

“The third one, is where you scowl and glare at the same time, but the scariest is the one where you bare your teeth kinda while glaring? Dunno like it hard to describe but you know it when you see it.” Hypnos rattled off.

“I will make sure to study the mirror closely then.” You chuckled. Hypnos sighed, flopping against you, his limbs going everywhere. He went quiet, like all of his energy just got sucked out of him.

You nudged him, nodding toward Monie. “I know I am not the only one who missed you.”

It took some effort but Hypnos was able to use a little of magic to bring Monie over as you tugged a blanket over him, tucking him against you. Hypnos petted the stuffed sheep.

“Thank you.” Hypnos said, laying his head on your shoulders, looking up at you with those striking golden eyes. “For you know.”

You dipped down, kissing him gently. Against his lips, you muttered. “Hypnos, I couldn’t imagine you any other way.”

Hypnos gave you a devastating smile,breaking your heart and rebuilding it in a single moment, just before his eyes closed. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

You stayed there, just holding him, finally feeling true peace with him in your arms.

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Please Dont Leave Me.. Spencer Reid x M!Reader

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, you died on a case.

you had passed away while in a relationship with Spencer Reid. he was absolutely devastated. he couldnt handle the fact that you were gone. for context, you and the team were on a case which involved having someone as bait. you chose to because you were the least suspicious. you thought you could run away fast enough while he as taking you to his car, but while you had your back turned, he shot you in the chest straight through the heart. you were dead before you hit the ground. spence was the first to come up to your lifeless body on the ground. he was sobbing. he couldnt believe you were gone. "no, no no no no no, y/n, please! y/n please dont leave me. please" he begged holding your lifeless body. he sobbed even harder when the corner zipped up your body. the team comforted him while they all grieved too. they were all very close to you. they were like your family. spencer being your true love and, unknowingly, your last. when it came time for funeral, everyone was covered with a grey cloud of grief and hurt. more specially spencer. he still couldnt get over your death. he still cant. he cries at night thinking of you. the team lets him have a few weeks off to recover. everyone all came to check on him. he hated not waking up next to you. he hated not seeing your face first thing in the morning. he would visit your grave every night he could and talk to about how he is doing or how a case went, how much he loves and misses you. he had a dream, that you and him talked and danced around for the last time. when he woke up he sobbed for days. he hated seeing you die and hates knowing he will never feel your touch again. even after 8 years, he still cant get over your death. it haunts him. he is always finding your favorite flowers around him in some way or another. he likes to think its you sending him a message telling him that you love him and are watching him from where ever you are. he keeps a framed photo of you almost everywhere. and on garcia's halloween party, he put your picture on the alter, hoping you'll cross over the bridge and be happy that he still loves you.

(this is my first time writing angst. please tell me how i did in the comments :))

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O'knutzy week day 5

Harvard/NOLA

Character credit to @lumosinlove and prompt credit to @oknutzyweek !

CW: Verbal fights, insecurity, minor cursing

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The boys were going through Logan's stuff in Dumo's basement when Leo happened upon a cardboard box labeled 'Harvard'. Thinking nothing of it, he moved it to the bed and sat next to it.

"Lo, I found a packed box in your closet. It's labeled Harvard, keep or throw?"

After hearing the word Harvard, Logan came rushing across the room toward Leo. "I didn't even know I still had that box."

Finn came over then, all three of them sitting on the bed. Leo sat behind the box crisscross, while Logan sat on the left, and Finn on the right.

The room was silent while Leo waited for either of his boys to do something. Knowing that their time in college was hard on both of them, he moved to get up before Logan reached out to stop him by grabbing his hand.

"I want you here Peanut. You're one of the biggest parts of my life, and that makes you a part of this even if you weren't there."

Nodding, Leo moved back to his original position, this time holding both his boyfriend's hands.

Logan took his keys to the tape on the top of the box, and cut it open. He took a deep breath before he unfolded the flaps, freezing when he saw the familiar essay on top.

"Is that my Iliad analysis essay?" Finn asked, reaching to re-open the box.

Logan stopped him, gently laying his hand over Finn's. "I never expected to see you again when I took it. I always thought that we were just done. Then I got drafted to the lions a year after you, and with everything that went down, I never got around to dealing with this box."

Leo sat between his boys, mentally trying to keep up with the conversation. "What's so important about this specific essay?"

"It's the first and only essay that Fishy ever got a one hundred on. He had a really hard teacher his final year. We went out the night that he found out to celebrate. We got dinner, and I took him to his favorite bookstore at the time. That was the first night we ever slept in the same bed."

Finn and Logan smiled at each other, both reliving that night in their heads.

Leo again felt like he was intruding. Logically, he knew that his boys loved him and that they were just caught up in memories from the past eight years, but it still hurt to know that he didn't get to be a part of their lives when they were twenty and twenty-one.

Eventually, Logan reached into the box, pulling out a picture frame of the two boys on the steps to a nice house. "My mom took this when we moved out my sophomore year. I think she knew that I liked you, but she never said anything."

The next thing pulled out of the box was a Harvard hockey sweatshirt with O'Hara printed on the back.

"I knew you took that! I searched for it for days and never found it," Finn said, taking it from Logan's hands. "Honestly, I took yours. I knew they would give you another when they placed the orders for new team members so I took it the day I left."

"So you two have always been sweatshirt thieves. Good to know I'm not missing out on anything now." Leo knew it sounded meaner than he intended it to, but he felt like he was being forgotten about.

Finn and Logan dropped the sweatshirt and turned toward Leo.

"Leo, I love you Peanut, but I think you should go upstairs and help Celeste with the food for tonight. I know you love to cook. I really appreciate you trying to be here for me, and I know that this must be hard for you, but it's hard for us too," Logan paused, thinking about what to say next.

"We spent eight years together before we even knew you, and most of the memories weren't that happy for us. I think we just need a little bit of time to reflect on them and need the closure we'll get from talking about them," Finn picked up, grabbing Leo's hands. "We love you Nutter Butter, and going through these silly little things isn't going to change that. You are a part of us, and we love you."

Leo nodded, giving each of his boyfriends a kiss on the cheek, then walked up the steps to join Celeste in the kitchen. There were small pools of tears prickling in his eyes that were quickly falling when he finally made it to where Celeste was.

She didn't say anything, she just opened up her arms and Leo fell into them. They wrapped each other up, Celeste looking comically small next to the giant rookie.

"I promise you, mon bébé, they love you, but they need some time to sort through their unresolved issues. Just give them a little bit of time to get their shit together," Celeste said, slowly unwrapping her arms. "It took one of those two eight years to even get to the point that he could talk about his feelings, and the only reason he could is that he fell in love with you."

"Thank you, Celeste. You sound just like my mom."

"Having four kids will do that to you. Alright, no more sadness. We are going to bake some really delicious cupcakes, and you get to hold the fact that I like you more than everyone else, besides my husband, over the team's heads."

They spent the rest of the afternoon baking and cooking, getting ready for Logan's moving out/moving in party. After the team arrived, Logan and Finn were finally climbing the stairs with red faces and red-rimmed eyes.

They immediately walked over to their boyfriend, and Logan tackled him with a hug. "I'm sorry Lover Nut. I love you."

Leo didn't return the hug, he only loosely put one arm on Logan's hip. "It's fine Logan, but I'm a part of this now. I get that you two had or have unresolved issues, but you guys can't just kick me out when there's an issue between you. It's not just you two and sometimes me. I'm your boyfriend, not a casual hookup." Leo didn't stay to watch his boyfriend's reactions, just grabbed a tray of food to carry over the food table they had set up in the living room.

Of course, the team noticed his face. Ever the goalie, Leo rarely let anything show. He's one of those people who takes everything to heart but never lets people know, so to see him so visibly upset, the team knew something was wrong. However, they all knew better than to say anything.

They knew Leo would come to them if he needed to, but right now he just needs time to process.

Leo spent the rest of the night actively avoiding his boys. When it was finally time for everyone to head home, Leo pulled Remus aside. "Hey Loops, do you want to go out, or maybe grab a drink at your place or something?"

"What's going on Leo? You're always the first one to leave with your boys."

Leo paused, pulling Remus into the empty kitchen. "I may or may not have accused my boyfriends of treating me like a casual hookup. And by may, I mean did."

"Are they? Anyone who looks at you guys can see that you all love each other. Do you want to come over? Cap and I will drive you."

Leo just nodded, grabbed his things, and followed Remus out to Caps Range Rover, making sure neither Finn nor Logan saw him.

"Thanks guys."

"No problem Leo. You know you can always talk to us. Anyone on the team really."

"I'm ok, but thanks, Cap."

They drove to Sirius' house, only ten minutes away and before they even got out of the car, Remus was already questioning him. "Why are your boyfriends asking the group chat if anyone's seen you?"

"I didn't tell them I was coming here."

Cap sighed, walking towards the door of his house. "I'm not harboring you like some fugitive. Tell them that you're okay, and if you want, that you're here, but I'm not letting you let them think you're missing."

It only took about twenty minutes for the boys to show up at the captain's house after Leo texted them. They knocked un-relentlessly on the door while they waited for someone to answer it.

Cap barely even had the door open before they were rushing into the living room. Leo saw Cap retreat into the kitchen, trying to give the three boys some space. "What the hell Leo? I get that you're mad at me, but you can't just disappear like that," Logan said, moving to pull Leo into a hug, but stopped when he was pushed off.

"No. You don't get to push me away, then get upset when I don't immediately come running back to you. I'm hurt and I'm not just going to just get over it to make you feel better about yourself."

Logan glared at him, and Finn just stood off to the side not willing to get in between his boyfriends.

"God! Can you just stop acting like a child? Finn and I were dealing with something, and I'm sorry we didn't make it all about you."

"That's not the freaking problem Logan! I get that it was something that you two had to deal with, but you kicked me out. I wasn't even able to be there to support you both. I was cast out and not allowed to be a part of the relationship you guys had and still have. I felt like you guys thought it was just you two in a relationship. It felt like you forgot I even existed."

"That's just stupid Leo, and you know it. We love you, and I'm sorry you don't get to have the history we have with each other, but not everything's about you. Get that through your thick skull! We both have lives that don't revolve around you." Logan was visibly angry. His eyes had changed from the glowing green they usually are to a dull dark color that reflected his mood.

"You're right, they just revolve around each other. It's always going to be you two together with me as an afterthought. I think I'm going to stay here tonight if it's okay with Cap and Loops. Please just go home. And for the record, my feelings aren't stupid."

Finn finally stepped in, moving closer to his younger boyfriend. "Okay Peanut, just know that we love you and we're sorry. Let me know if you need anything."

Leo nodded, pulling Finn into a loose hug. He looked at Logan over Finn's shoulder, glaring back at his shorter boyfriend.

"I don't think we're done here, Finn. I'm not just going to leave while Leo and I are fighting. If he has something he wants to say then he can just say it and get it over with. He's obviously upset over something."

"I just told you what I'm upset about, and you called it stupid, so I'd really appreciate it if you just left me alone to give me time to calm down. I really don't want to say something stupid."

"It's a little late for that don't you think? You've already opened your mouth, so there's no going back now."

Both Leo and Finn stayed quiet just staring at Logan. By the look on his face, he knew that what he said was messed up, and had really caused some hurt, but he couldn't take it back.

Finally, Leo opened his mouth, but it took a little bit of time before he could form any words. "I was already insecure about being with you two, but I thought if you even loved me a fraction as much as you loved each other that I could be happy, but it doesn't work like that. I'm so in love with you that sometimes it hurts to breathe when I know I've upset you guys. I can't look at a book without thinking about whether or not Finn would love this, or see a dog and think about how it would feel to have one of our own. I promised myself that I would be happy with the love I got from both of you, but I don't know how to do that when I always come in third. This fight wasn't about the memory you guys share, it's about the memories you're choosing to make without me. I know that I can't be there for everything, but you kicked me out. You purposefully discluded me for a reason I can't understand, and that's what hurts. So again, I'd really appreciate it if you would give me some time to process everything that was said this evening without any yelling. I love you two, and I'll come home when we can have an adult conversation without accusations flying around."

Finn just nodded, whispering an 'I love you' to his boyfriend before pulling Logan out of the Black house.

As soon as he heard the door close, Leo broke down. He dropped to his butt in the middle of the living room, quickly being pulled into a hug by Remus.

He whispered reassuring things into the blond's head as he cradled him on the floor. Cap soon joined them, carrying a mug of hot chocolate.

"He didn't say I love you back. He's never left without saying it back before."

All three men spent the night on the couch with Leo in the middle. It was comfortable, but it was no match to cuddling with his boys.

They all awoke around eleven a.m. to a few quick knocks on the door. Leo got up to open it, expecting to see a delivery, or a mailman or something, but was greeted by the sight of Logan who had clearly not slept, and had been crying.

"I'm sorry about everything I said last night. It wasn't fair to say any of that, and I'm sorry I didn't try to understand where you were coming from. I know that it's going to take you a while to forgive me, and I completely understand, but I love you and I am way more than willing to try to earn it. You are one of the loves of my life, and I don't know how I ever thought that you were anything less."

Leo went home that night after a little bit more time in the Black house. It wasn't easy when he got home. There was still a lot to talk about, and he was still feeling insecure, but they talked about it and tried to get a deeper understanding of everyone's emotions. There was more yelling, a lot of tears, and a whole carton of Ben and Jerry's discarded on the coffee table, but things were better for the three boys.

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Is there a rushed ending because I was already a day and 30 minutes late?

Nooooo..... (Said sarcastically)

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