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shysneeze · 2 years

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Can I order a sick!fic robin x reader? Maybe Robin sick and R taking care of her because she just won't stop being stubborn !

taking care of robin when she's sick :

warnings: i randomly decided not to use capital letters, short, fluff but obvious reference to being sick and flue medicine etc , keep reading button just because it will be lengthy on mobile

less of a fic and more of a scenario, but hope you enjoy regardless:

she's a sight for sore eyes, with flushed cheeks and watery, red-rimmed eyes blinking at you in the door way. with a small cough, she lets out a disapproving groan.

"steve told you." she sniffles, "i told him not to tell you."

"he didn't exactly put up a fight," you tut, coming forward, dropping your bag at your feet and taking a seat on the edge of her bed, rolling your eyes as she turns away from you, "and i'm quite glad he caved... look at you bub."

as you reach out to run your fingers soothingly through her dirty blonde hair, she pushes your hand away and wraps her duvet around her tighter with a defiant grumble.

"go home, (y/n)," she says, "you'll end up sick too."

you let out a breathy chuckle, kicking off your shoes and grabbing your bag, settling on the mattress beside her and spilling the contents out in front of you.

"i'll live with that risk, robin," you explain, "now turn around so i can look after you. i brought painkiller and vaporub, and a punch of corny movies."

robin sniffles from her duvet cocoon, but doesn't attempt to unravel herself. you smile a little at her stubbornness, resting your hand atop the duvet and letting out a sigh.

"rob, i'd rather get sick with you than sit at home knowing you're here like this," you explain softly, "and you would do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

her silence is enough confirmation.

"i thought so," you say, "now, will you please turn around so i can help you, bub? you're going to overheat like that anyway..."

there is a reluctant mumbling sound from beneath the covers, and she shifts with a complaining groan, unraveling from the cocoon to reveal her sniffly-nosed self. when you gently place a hand on her clammy forehead, pushing her sweat slick bangs from her face, she doesn't push you away.

she sits up slowly, covers falling down her torso as she blinks down at the scattered contents of your bag, clearly from the pharmacy. she reaches out to pick up the small teddy bear with a toy thermometer hanging from its mouth.

"you bought me a teddy bear?"

"everyone needs a sick-day teddy," you shrug, averting your eyes a little sheepishly, "and I kind of panicked in the pharmacy- i even got you kiddy asprin in case your throat hurt too much for tablets... sorry, it's a bit much, isn't it?"

her frown eases into a tired smirk as she curls the teddy bear into her arms, settling back against her pillows. in lieu of getting to kiss you, too scared of passing on her cold, she kisses the top of the bear's fluffy head.

"no, it's great," she says, smiling at you sleepily, "thank you, m'love."

can't believe ive had covid for days and not a single person has bought me a teddy bear smh

#bees requests #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley #reader insert #stranger things imagines

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frogsnbunnies0914 · 2 years

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megumi and friends to lovers🥺 including neck kisses🥺

friends to lovers: megumi x gn!reader

an: hihi!! Thank you for sending this in ^^ sorry it jumps everywhere, I haven’t really written something like this before <3<3 also I apologise, I didn’t get a chance to write neck kisses into it, but I hope that you still enjoy it nonetheless!!

"Come on, Meg! It's just a picnic, I’ve even brought your favorite~" He turns around with his hands in his pockets, looking at his favorite person in the whole wide world. Oh,,,the most astonishing person. Megumi looks at the picnic basket in your hands and can’t help but give into the excitement in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes. “...sure, why not.” You squeal with glee as he approaches you, hooking your arm in his. He feels his cheeks begin to burn up, so he uses his non-occupied hand to pull his uniform over his nose. You look up at him and even with his attempt he did not manage to hide the bright red tips of his ears. You giggle, “Aw, Megumi...why are you so flustered, huh? It’s just a picnic!” Eyes widening, he looks at you before averting his gaze downwards.

“I was uhh...just thinking about...about...”

“About what?”

The silence is too loud. “Thank you for inviting me, y/n, I don’t think I can do a picnic today.”

“Wait, Meg, I was kiddi-” and he’s gone.

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A few days later, you catch him under a tree reading a book on sea animals. Right before you can say something, you hear a certain pink-haired boy call your name. “Y/n! Y/n, I know you can hear me. Please? I promise I’ll be really nice and everything, you won’t even have to buy anything! I’ll pay for it all.”

“Itadori, thank you for the offer but I already told you I’m not interested in dating you! You’re very nice, but not exactly my type.” Megumi’s eyes flit up at you. Itadori’s hands are on your shoulders and your arms are crossed...obviously not into him. “Come on, just one? Just one date and if you don’t like it I’ll leave you alone.”

“Or what about you leave them alone after they said no the first time?” You look behind you to see Megumi approaching. “Meg, I’ve got this, but thank yo-”

“What, you think they like you better?” Itadori bites back. Megumi stands in shock. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “I love them...I love them and I don’t care if they like me better or not because no matter their feelings for me, I’m their friend and I’ll do whatever it takes to defend them from dipshits like you.” As you gasp, he feels all of the blood in his face rush away at the realization of what he did.

“Is that...are you serious? Do you really feel that way?” Megumi’s heart rate increases as the two of you make eye contact. Did he really just confess right here right now? He nods a bit. “I...uh...” Itadori’s hands loosen at the confession, so you slip out and run towards Megumi. You grab his face and who cares who is watching, you’ve been in love with this man since you first met him and you were not letting him go. Your lips connect with his. They’re so...soft. Much softer than they look. The lips you had always wanted to do this to were right here and you finally know what they feel like. His hands fly up in surprise, not sure how to react to the sudden affection. As soon as he gets comfortable with the sensation of your lips on his, he relaxes and pulls you closer. It feels like the two of you have been here forever and like you were made for each other with the way you connect. You pull back and look into his eyes...his beautiful eyes..and you whisper to him. “I love you too.”

“I...you what?”

“I love you too. You said you love me and...I love you too. I have since the day you helped me when I fell at the playground.”

He smiles at the memory. “I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

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Itadori looks at the two of you before sneaking away towards a nearby bush. Nobara hisses at him, “see? I told you they were close to getting together.”

“Why the hell did you make me do that? If they were so close they could have done it without our intervention. Now they’re gonna think I’m a douche...” She hands him 1000 yen. “This is why, remember?” He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

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“Sorry we had to redo the picnic you so nicely planned the other day.” You smile as you dish out the food. “At least we get to do it as a couple this time, right? And to be fair...I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend then anyways.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi imagine #fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #writing #x reader #anime #jjk x reader

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aiitheoutsinfree · 2 years

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Gone, Not Forgotten Part 4 of 4

Word Count: 934

Warnings: Angst, pining, canon-typical violence

Author’s Note: Desperately looking for ways to improve my writing, not cause I think it’s especially bad, but because I want to be better.

Summary: Panic sets in as The Rumbling starts.

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He actually did it, the prick. Briefly, you wonder if Armin and Mikasa are still defending him. They always were hopelessly devoted to the little freak.

You groan as you see the nearby headquarters, holding your side as your back aches. A few more yards and you’re home free. Pushing through the gates, the crowd, and then the doors, you gasp as a weight crashes into you. You look down and see a crying Hitch holding you tightly.

“Where were you, idiot? I thought you’d died!”

You whisper, “Yeagerists got me, some Marleyans tried patching me up. The walls started to fall on my way back, I got here as fast as I could.”

“Shit, be carefu-“

“Dedicate your hearts! Dedicate your hearts! Dedicate your hearts!”

You catch her eye and motion toward a door to the back. She follows, the both of you keeping an eye on the chanting crowd as you go. Having already been filled in on their plans by a very frazzled Armin, you knew not to let your guard down around the freaks.

Staying silent as you walk, you get your first good look at Hitch in days. You can’t deny she’s pretty, even with the dust, sweat, and cuts coating herself and her uniform. You quickly avert your gaze when she catches it out of the corner of her eye, a slight smirk pulling at her lips.

The two of you reach the end of the hall and stop when you see a small trail of puddles on the floor, leading from the basement to what you think is either a storage or break room. Glancing at Hitch with wide eyes, you speak to her in a whisper.

“You go in first, if I hear anything I’m coming in after you.”

She nods, the two of you creeping toward the door. Hitch slips through quietly, careful not to close the door completely. You hear nothing for all of a minute before you hear a loud thud followed by rustling. Taking that as a signal you enter, quietly opening the door. When you enter, you see Hitch proudly standing over a very frail-looking Annie.

“She’s like a granny now, must be tired or something.”

Annie huffs before turning toward you, not seeming to recognize you at first until she sees her ring on your hand. She stares at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N? H-how did you get that?”

You shrug, “Came off you before you crystallized.”

“I want it back.”

You roll your eyes, “Aw, not even a ‘wow Y/N, thank you for taking care of one of my most prized possessions’ huh?”

She glares at you for a few seconds before outstretching her hand, glaring even harder when you just admire the ring on your finger. You motion for her to get on with it, waving your hand in front of you. She gives in with a sigh, though you see the ghost of a smile threatening to grow on her face.

“Are you fucking kiddi- ok you know what? Too tired for this. Thanks for keeping it, can I have it now?”

You pretend to think for a moment before nodding and handing it to her, though she doesn’t drop your hand once she grasps the ring. Annie drags you down to where she is on the ground, using your weight to pull herself up.

“Sounds like you’ve spent too much time with Hitch, smartass.” You suddenly remember Hitch is in the room, turning to her.

“Hey, we have to talk for a minute or two, that alright?�� When she nods and quickly leaves, you pull Annie toward you and melt into her, your eyes tearing up.

“I missed you so much, you weren’t supposed to lose, you asshole.” She holds you just as tightly and sighs into your chest.

“I missed you, too.”

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You untie your horse while sneaking glances at Annie behind you, and you can see Hitch doing the same.

“I can see you two, why are you being so awkward?”

“Because we’re….closer than we were before you went into the crystal? Worried you’ll get the wrong idea.”

Rolling her eyes, she slowly walks up to you and holds your cheeks between her hands. As she watches your expression, she notices your eyes glance down to her lips. She pushes forward, kissing you. Maria, how you’ve wanted this for years, and worried it’d never happen after she was crystallized. You groan involuntarily, pulling back immediately and covering your face in embarrassment. Peeking from between your fingers, you see Hitch suppressing a laugh and Annie lifting an eyebrow at you.

“Oh please, don’t be embarrassed now. You’d say you wanted me to do way worse when you talked to me while you were drunk.”

At that you and Hitch both pale, her knowing how raunchy you get while drunk and you knowing how humiliating her recent romantic escapades have been. Annie seems to take your silence as permission to keep going while looking at Hitch.

“Did she tell you about how she was at my 20th birthday before you got there? No? Let me think…oh yeah! She wanted me to pin her down, take her face, and f-“

Her voice is quickly muffled by your hands, and what little words escape are drowned out by Hitch’s laughter.

#annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt x you #annie leonhart x reader

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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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imagine sucking and biting bucky's nipples through his muscle shirt 🤤 like you're straddling him and when you latch on, the feeling of your hot mouth on him has him groaning, head thrown back, fist clenched, hips bucking up against yours.. maybe he has one hand in your hair and he's gripping it so tight it's enough to make you hiss in pain but it feels too good you can't help but moan, the vibrations on his nipples making him cum immediately. and when you look up at him he has a fucked out expression on his face

#c #bucky barnes #bucky barnes headcanons #headcanons #not sfw #kiddies avert your eyes!#darkbucky writes

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marurisen · 5 years

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flamereign asked: 44 for the reasons to touch meme ;)

┏ fifty reasons to touch ; ┐

44 … out of lust.

hands come to rest against lea's just barely exposed hips as he comes up behind him, leaning down the short distance to press a kiss to his bare shoulder, then to his neck, up to his jaw, and lea chuckles softly, canting his head to give terra more access to his neck.

"aren't we supposed t'be getting ready for bed?" lea asks, though he does nothing to stop terra from kissing back down his neck.

"mhm," terra hums against his neck, teeth grazing over lea's pulse. "yeah, bed--right." and he moves his hands up lea's torso, up his chest, gently curling a hand around lea's shoulder to keep him in place, the other moving back down his chest, down his torso, and slipping past the elastic band of his joggers.

he hears lea inhale sharply, hips pressing into terra's hand as he curls his fingers around his cock, giving him a few slow, drawn out strokes.

"still wanna go to bed?"

"i swear i will kick your ass if you leave me hanging," lea retorts, turning his head to gently bump his nose against terra's temple, and when terra lifted his head, lea caught his lips in a kiss. terra chuckled softly against his mouth as he kissed him back, his grip firm around lea as his strokes became faster, thumb pressing against the head of his cock, eating up all the pretty sounds lea moaned into the kiss.

they were definitely not going to bed any time soon.

flamereign

#flamereign #↪ asks.#↪ terra asks.#↪ you be the night sky & i will be the stars. ( terra & lea ; flamereign )#; kIDDIES AVERT YOUR EYES.#; ok i tried putting half of it under a readmore but.#; it put everything under it and nah.#; nsfw.

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mooncleaver · 2 years

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☆ attractive things they do ☆

꒰ pairings: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, piper mclean, annabeth chase; gn! reader ꒱

꒰ warnings: rambling, suggestive ꒱

masterlist

ʚ PERCY JACKSON ɞ

pulls and plays with your belt/ waistband when you kiss. he will do this in the most unsuspecting moments, and you're still not used to it even after countless times. you'd be mindlessly walking somewhere, and he'd pull you by your waistband to kiss you. im actually blushing bye. he'd play around with it too, dragging his fingers around it and tugging it lightly. he laughs out loud. and im talking about both throaty, deep rumble, echoing laugh and also ugly cackling. but you know what? he still looks freakin fine doing either. it just catches you off guard sometimes because the way he throws his head back, or the way he clutches at a surface when he's wheezing, the veins popping.. wears sweatpants LOW low around the house.. and top that off with his chb necklace dangling around, do i even need to elaborate? speaking of skin, the way his shirt rides up when he stretches, you’re peeking at his toned abdomen like 👀 sir?

ʚ JASON GRACE ɞ

rolling up his sleeves. this man just has to have some BEEFY arms. like everyone who does hand to hand combat or specializes in weaponry probably does and you'd never miss the chance to ogle at them. it could be if he had to have his arms involved in doing something and he doesn't want to have his clothes dirty. you know how someone would come from behind and explain something you don't understand? he does that. on purpose? or absent-mindedly? we will never know. if you're looking over battle plans or documents and stuck on a certain thing he'd lean onto you from behind, his face so close to yours that if you turn your head you'd be inches away from kissing face planting on him. just speaking beside your ears giving you shivers.

ʚ LEO VALDEZ ɞ

when he goes on talking about the things he’s passionate about. i just know despite his joke-y exterior this man has brains for days. its so captivating to hear him saying all that terminology, just completely dominating his area of specialty. watch him work with that archimedes sphere, his brain capacity is unlimited. we love a smart man. leo can COOK. he does best at traditional because it's a close way for him to connect to his heritage and also brings him a lot of comfort and nostalgia, but if you ask this man to cook you something he WILL do it. him running around the kitchen, smoke completely obscuring that area and the sounds of knives and glass chinks amongst him donning a 'kiss the cook' apron. you best believe a kiss isn't the only thing he'll get after dinner.

ʚ PIPER MCLEAN ɞ

stares straight into your eyes when you're speaking. if you’ve seen that one jhene aiko interview that had the ‌interviewer stuttering, that's exactly what piper does. and it's not like she has some hidden intentions or anything (well, maybe sometimes) but she just genuinely wants to put all her attention to what you're talking about. when you tell her about your day she'd set her crystalline eyes straight at yours and tilt her head a bit, a sweet smile swelling on her face as she listens to your rambles and anecdotes. you either get caught off guard for a second or just keep going bc you know she likes to pull that shit up sometimes. she's comfortable in her own skin. she's not afraid to alter her looks. in tlh ik it looked like she cut her hair with kiddy scissors, but i honestly think that was so attractive. i love choppy hair. now she doesn't rlly do it to avert attention off herself, but because she likes how it looks and doesn't care about what other people think. she experiments with clothing styles, makeup looks and aesthetics and she makes the most unusual pairs looks good. (still not over that hello kitty top in mark of athena)

ʚ ANNABETH CHASE ɞ

when she puts her hair up in ponytail. or when she touches her hair in any way idc she's hot. sometimes when she's in her room and looking through books or documents or literally just sitting, you'd stop in your tracks and look up from where you're seated, and she's bunching her golden locks up exposing her delicate neck. in other ways, she could be frustrated after not figuring something out, and she'd run her hair through her hair. like when people with long hair rake their hands through to part it or get it out of their faces, it's 10x more attractive when she has a small frown on her face. annabeth likes to smirk at you. is it the 'i told you so' smirk, or the 'you look good' smirk or the suggestive smirk we don't fucking know but its attractive as hell. i do think annabeth is the kind of person who doesn’t hesitate to stand up for herself. if she knows something she will say it, if someone belittles her she will defend herself and put that person back on their asses. may come off as a bit abrasive but she has good intentions. it’s very enjoyable to watch the way the opposing person crumble, or you’re just rlly impressed by her knowledge.

🌿🍈🗯️→ GUYS IM SORRY THESE WERE A BIT EXCESSIVE.. i just keep writing and my head starts coming up with new things and im like damn i wouldn't mind if this character did that to me 😗

but anyways yayy im kinda back from writing hiatus! i am working on a one shot rn, but i may be a bit inactive on tumblr just because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so i tried to write for other characters bc i love women, and im really sorry if there are any inaccuracies!! just going with my personal opinion but pls be gentle this is my first time writing for them hehe..

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stories2you · 2 years

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A Day With Daddy

William x wife! reader

today is the day when you left your husband with your 5 year old daughter while you go on a girls day out with your sister in laws and Miss Hudson.

*Louis has a 5 year old child who is a few months younger than Mina and Albert has a son and daughter who are twins. They are 6 years old.

(c/n) - cousin's name; as in Louis' child.

*The cousin mention is only Louis' child. But Albert's children are present as well.

Read similar stories: Welcome Home // Do You Forgive Me?

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"Mommy will be going out with your aunties and Miss Hudson. So please behave yourself and be good for daddy, okay?" You asked your daughter as you styled her blond hair into a ponytail.

Your little girl nodded, "Okay mommy! Don't worry! I'll be good for daddy!"

You smiled and chuckled. You continued styling her hair and made sure she was comfortable in her casual blue dress. You talked to your daughter a little bit more before walking with her to the sunroom. Her attention soon averted to her father who was drinking tea with his brothers. Her cousins were minding their own business as well.

Wilhelmina lets go of your hand and ran to her father's side, "Good morning, daddy!"

"Good morning, sweetheart." William placed his cup down and pulled his dear daughter into his arms.

You watched your husband and child having their moment together and greeted your brother in laws. You sat beside your husband and poured yourself a cup of tea as well.

After taking a sip of your morning tea, you heard William said to her, "Mina dear, I know you're excited to spend a day with me but would you be a darling and go play with your cousins first? Daddy wants to talk to mommy before she leaves."

"Okay~"

'Oh wow... It was hard to get her detached from me before...' You thought.

You recalled the time before William and Sherlock returned home. Miss Hudson and your sister in laws tried to drag you out to spend a day with them after caring for your little Mina. Poor baby, she never wanted to let go of you that Louis had to pull her off you.

'Noo!! Mommy!!" Mina cried for you in Louis' arms.

"Mina, let your mother take a fresh air," Louis tried to tell her.

The little blond shook her head in disagreement. Her shiny ruby eyes was filled with unstoppable tears. Then, the hero of the day, Grandpa Jack stepped in, "Come here, dearie, let's go play with your cousins for the day. You love to play with them, don't you? Let your mom have a day for herself."

Little Mina looked up from Louis' shoulder to meet with Jack's kind eyes and nodded. Her lips still pouty, her chubby cheeks were puffed.

You can't help but find it cute with her face like that. But at the same time you were worried. Mina was extremely attached to you as her father was absent in her life. She only had her uncles as her father figures. There were even times where she accidentally called Louis, 'daddy'.

Poor man was flustered but at the same time he felt sad for his niece. His dear wife was surprised but understood the little girl's position and never questioned it. She then ushered you out to the sunroom after assuring you that Mina will be okay if Jack is around.

"Don't worry, (y/n). Little Mina will be fine." She then looks at Louis, "We'll be back by evening, okay? Make sure to look after (c/n) and Mina properly, dear!"

Before Louis could respond, he was being glared by his wife's murderous eyes, "If we hear the kiddies cries the moment we return, you will be faced by my skillet," She then smiled sweetly at him, "Okay, honey?"

"Yes, dear..." Louis sweat dropped at his wife's antics.

"Well then, (y/n), let us go shopping and buy little treats for our babies~" Your sister in law chirped, "We don't want to make Miss Hudson wait for us too long~"

You sighed at the flashback. But seeing how William was able to discipline Wilhelmina, you were more than assured that everything will be okay.

After having breakfast with your family, you looked to the children once again, seeing that they were also happily talking and laughing together as they ate. You smiled at the beautiful sight and looked up to your husband.

"Will, I'll be leaving with the ladies soon. Can I trust you with Mina?" You asked him for more assurance.

William gave you a warm smile and nodded, "We'll be fine. I'll be taking her to her favorite flower field. Please, don't worry about us."

You knew better to trust your dear husband. You nodded with a smile and gave him a kiss before standing up to leave. You went to the kids' table and gave them goodbye kiss and hugs,

"Mommy will be back soon, okay? Be a good girl for daddy." You placed a kiss your daughter's forehead.

"Okay, mommy! Stay safe!" Wilhelmina said cheerfully.

A few moments after you and your sisters left, your dear daughter was getting ready to leave with her father and uncles. She inherited your crafty hands as she styled her long blond hair beautifully.

After feeling satisfied with her hard work, she went out of her room to the sunroom to wait for William. He greeted her with a smile and assured her to come to him.

"You look wonderful today, did you styled your hair alone?" He asked. She responded with an energetic nod, "Yep! Mommy taught me how to tie my hair!"

After waiting for Albert and Louis to get ready with their children, the Moriarty family got inside the carriage to head to the flower field that the children love so much.

The brothers had noticed that their children never really wanted toys. They enjoyed spending time together and engaging conversations with people outside. They were shy, but with their own wishes to explore the public, they are more comfortable to talk to the people on the streets.

The public who recognized them as the Moriarty children, complimented them for their kindness and politeness. The children even made friends with the commoners' children.

The brothers and their wives couldn't be more happier than that.

As soon as they arrived at the flower field, Wilhelmina and her cousins ran out of the carriage and started to run around the field.

"Come on, (c/n)! Lets go collect flowers!" Little Mina cheered. Her cousins agreed and started to pick out flowers to bring back home.

About an hour of picking flowers, the children return to their fathers' sides. Mina sat beside her father and showed him the different types of flowers she got. She had collected daisies, roses, red chrysanthemums and iris. She had also collected smaller flowers well.

William was amazed that his daughter being so knowledgeable about flowers. Fred and Jack must have thought her about the beauty of nature.

He listened to her talking about the flowers she got for her mother. Suddenly, she pulled out pink and white tulips and handed it to him,

"This is for you, daddy~"

William looked at her to the flower in her hands, he couldn't help but to give her a warm smile. He pulled her into his arms and said to her, "Thank you, sweetheart.. But do you know the meanings to these flowers?"

"Hmm... I'm not too sure... But I do think they suit you!" She replied innocently.

The man chuckled and explained to her, "Pink tulips shows a symbol of caring, attachment and good wishes. White tulips, on the other hand, represents purity, innocence, forgiveness and respect."

He noticed how her matching ruby eyes shined. The little girl then hugged him tightly, "Then, these flowers are my feelings to you, daddy!"

"Thank you again, dear."

Later that evening, little Mina and her cousins were tired from playing around the field and making flower crowns. They slept throughout their ride home. The brothers carried their children in their arms, Albert having to carry his twins one in his arms, the other hanging on his back.

They were greeted by Jack and were ushered inside.

"Your wives have returned, Masters."

"Thank you, Jack, you can leave us now." Albert said with a smile.

The men entered the sunroom, being greeted by the three women laughing out loud in their conversation. Albert's wife looked up and chuckled at the sight of her husband,

"Oh dear. Let me hold one of them," She went up to him and took her child that was hanging on his back.

William took his spot beside you, still holding your little girl in his arms. You caressed your daughter's hair and your eyes travelled to the bouquet William had placed on the table.

"Oh? What is this?" You asked your husband.

"Just a souvenir from the field,"

You chuckled at his simple answer. You decided to wait for your daughter to wake up from her slumber. About an hour after William's return, Mina finally woke up. Her blond hair now messed up after tossing and turning between you and your husband.

The girl gave you a tiny sleepy smile upon seeing you. You caressed her hair, making it tidy and proper. The little girl's ruby eyes suddenly brightened up as she remembered about the flowers.

"Ah! Mommy! I brought you flowers from the field!"

You showed her the beautifully arranged flowers in a vase. While the children were asleep, you and your sisters in law arranged the flowers into separate vases. Mina's eyes shined as she saw the arrangements. The flowers she and her cousins had collected were now beautifully arranged.

She then looked at you with eyes full of hope, "Do you like them, mommy? I picked them with my cousins!"

You pulled her into your arms and smushing and rubbing her cheeks with yours lovingly, hearing her laugh happily, "Of course, I like it! I love it so much, dear! Thank you, my baby."

William smiled at the sight of you and little Mina. He never expected to eventually build a family with you, but after you told him that you were pregnant, he started to feel confused and unsure of his choices. A part of him wanted to stay with the plan, the other part wants to stay and be with you and the baby.

Nevertheless, he was thankful to be alive. Being able to see your smile, to watch Mina grow up into a wonderful young lady.

'I promise, I'll always be with you and our baby girl. I'll raise her to be a good young lady that we always wish her to be.'

Was what he promised you, and he never broke the promise. His attention averts to your question to your daughter, "Did you have fun with daddy?"

Wilhelmina nodded happily, "Yep! But I hope mommy would come along with us too!"

You and your daughter laughed together in William's arms. The man chuckled and said, "I had a good day with you too, sweetie."

Throughout dinner time, the children talked about their day with their fathers. You listened along with the adults, asking them questions at times. It was hard, but listening to the children talk and laugh happily and innocently, made your hearts warm.

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I think I went overboard for this as it took me about 2 weeks to write. I just can't help but to keep on writing family fics. Its too precious and lovely.

** edited (17/1/2022) : Louis' child will be revealed in the next story!

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cottonkendi · 3 years

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House of Memories || 7

MASTERLIST

Sano Manjiro “Mikey” x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Warning: Nothing as of yet. Slight spoiler alert.

a/n: Mikey fluff as an apology for what I did in the last chapter 😃😊🥰

Synopsis: Kiddie Meal Flag ft. A spying Takemicchi

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

“Boss, we did our best.” The warehouse’s doctor said, bowing in front of you, gaze averted from yours as you give him a dismissive wave. Waiting for everyone to exit the room, you entered. The familiar scent of blood making its way to your senses. Making your way to the bed, you gently trail your fingers on his arm.

“You look so peaceful right now, much like when we were still kids.”

“You skipped classes again? Didn’t I tell you to at least try to attend 3 days a week?” You interrupt Mikey, his story cutting short as his eyes widens for a few seconds, realizing that he just ratted himself out about skipping school once more. He gives you a sheepish smile, hoping that you’ll be satisfied with his answer while Draken laughs at the side, only to be silenced by your glare. “Don’t start laughing there, Ken, you let Mikey skip his classes.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Stop him?” Draken gives you an incredulous look, as if saying that stopping Mikey from skipping school is a crazy thing to do.

“As I was saying, this girl, Hina, slaps me in the face-”

“Serves you right.” You interrupt once more which makes Mikey groan at your side. His body leaning on yours as you finally arrive at the fast food restaurant.

Draken opens the door for the two of you as you continue to drag Mikey’s body inside. The short blond, the two of you have the same height but you’re just too used to being taller than him when you guys were younger, mumbling about not being respected by his own girlfriend which makes Draken stop on his tracks. Eyes wide as he watches the two of you nonchalantly take a seat on one of the tables inside.

You don’t notice Draken, not when you’re preoccupied with a clinging Mikey, still pouty about you scolding him for skipping classes and for cheering Hina on for slapping him. “You don’t even know who Hina is but you’re already siding with her instead of me!” He whines, lips briefly brushing against your cheek as he pouts even more.

It would’ve been cute if he wasn’t hanging onto you like a 120 pound koala. You almost want to push him off the chair and make Draken sit next to you instead, but alas, the giant is nowhere to be found.

Sighing, you trail your gaze around the room before finding Draken idiotically standing by the doorway, eyes trained to you and Mikey while having this scarily focused look on his face. It kinda makes him look like he’s plotting a murder. Probably yours and the pouty blond beside you.

“Are you just gonna stand there and look like a criminal or what?” You call out to the blond.

Cursing at you, Draken makes his way to the table, brows scrunched up as he tells you to shut up. “Can you not? You’re gonna make it look like I’m planning to rob this place or something.” He flicks you on the forehead which makes Mikey momentarily stop his whining in order to flick Draken’s arm off.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to Mikey who’s stomach just grumbled, pout back on his lips the moment he sees you looking his way. “Want a kiddie meal? I’ll pay for it as an apology.” You drawl the last part out, a slight mocking tone in your voice but Mikey only nods at you, stars in his eyes as he clings onto your arm.

Taking your wallet out, you hand a few bills to Draken who loudly groans at your action. Ripping the money off of you, he stands up, glaring at you as he begrudgingly goes to the counter to order Mikey’s meal along with some fries for the two of you.

“As I was saying, Takemicchi was fighting some lower member, Kiyosoma or something, and was getting beaten up but he said something about not giving up then he was just clinging onto Kisoyama. He looked cool even though he was getting beaten to a pulp. Then the next day, I dragged him out of class and his girlfriend slapped me.”

“Oh yeah? Where’d she slap you?” You queried, planning on slapping his other cheek to see what his reaction will be. Why? You’re not sure. You just have an urge to slap him.

“Here.” Placing his hand on his right cheek, you nod, hand pulling his hand away from his cheek before slapping his left cheek. A slight ‘smack’ resonating in the area. Your hand slightly stings as you watch Mikey look at you with wide eyes, mouth agape as he slowly puts a hand on the cheek that you just slapped.

You wait for a few seconds, you can see in your peripheral vision that one of the workers are now cautiously watching the two of you, probably thinking that you two broke up or something, but alas, you don’t pay them attention, not when you’re still eagerly awaiting Mikey’s reaction.

It takes a few more seconds before you catch the slight twitch on his lip, edges twitching up to form a smile but he stops it by biting his lip. You catch the gleam in his eyes as his cheeks start to redden. And it doesn’t look like it’s from the slap from earlier. It almost looks like a... blush?

Suspicious, Mikey looks too suspicious right now. It’s creeping you out.

“The hell is with that smile?” Nudging his arm, you watch as he gives you a cheeky smile before shrugging.

“Nothing~” Standing up, Mikey scoots out of the booth. “I’ll just wash my hands, okay? Don’t miss me too much, wifey~” You grimace as you let Mikey press a chaste kiss to your cheek before walking to the restroom.

Just as the door to the restroom shuts, Draken makes his way to the booth, setting down Mikey’s kiddie meal along with two fries and ice cream. Muttering a quick thanks, you take a fry and pop it in your mouth, munching on the saltiness of the potato before your eyes land on the flag.

Draken watches you as you take the flag off of the meal and hide it in your pocket, a scheming look in your eyes which makes the taller male sigh. “Put it back, you’re going to make Mikey throw a tantrum. I’m too tired for that.”

Ignoring Draken’s warning, you start eating, a little grin on your lips. “I swear, Y/N, what are you plan-”

“Shhh, just let me experiment, okay?” Shoving a fry in his mouth, you immediately started acting normal when you saw Mikey exit the restroom, a smile on his lips as he takes a seat beside you, a kiss to your cheek once more which makes Draken squint his eyes at the two of you but his attention gets diverted to Mikey who had finally noticed the missing flag on his meal.

“Where’s the flag?” Poking at the rice, he tries to look for a flag under the chicken, along with looking through your fries which makes you silently laugh.

“Draken said that they ran out of flags for the day.” You lie, enjoying the accusatory look that Draken’s sending you as he watches Mikey pout. But the enjoyment immediately gets cut off when you hear Mikey mutter a silent ‘oh’ before starting to eat his meal, the slight pout on his lips the only indication of him being upset about the flagless meal.

The lack of complaints and tantrums makes you look at Draken, bewilderment in your eyes, the tall male also giving you a similar look as the both of you watch Mikey shoving a spoonful into his mouth, eyes glimmering a little as he chews.

Gulping, you reach out to Mikey, palms making contact with his cheeks as you slowly make him turn towards you.

A curious look makes its way to his face as he watches you look him over, eyes wide as you worriedly bite on your lip. “What’s the matter, you want some?”

The question almost puts a tear to your eye. A single, lone tear.

“Mikey, are you okay? This-this isn’t like you…” You mutter which only makes Mikey more confused. “Look at me, baby, look me in the eye. What happened? Did Draken accidentally made you drink motor oil? Did Baji gave you rabies? What happened?”

By now, Mikey caught up to your little stunt, his once curious look now turning into a monotone one as he continues to watch you dramatize his flagless meal. He almost wants to shut you up with a kiss, but you’re having too much fun with your little skit that he lets you continue. It’s Draken who decides to interrupt your skit.

“I’m curious though, how come you’re not complaining about the damn meal not having a flag?”

Facing his friend, Mikey shrugs his shoulders, your skit finally ending as you listen to Mikey’s answer. “I don’t wanna waste Y/N’s money.” The answer brings a smile to your face while the opposite happens to Draken.

“Hah?! You don’t wanna waste Y/N’s money but when I’m the one paying for your damn kiddie meal, you throw a big ass tantrum and won’t even take a bite because there’s no stupid flag?!” Draken fumes as he points an accusatory finger at Mikey, nose flaring which makes him look like the dragon tattoo on his temple.

Looking away, you make yourself focus on your fries and ice cream, not wanting to make eye contact with a pissed off Draken.

“Well, she’s my girlfriend and you’re just my friend. I’m pretty sure that that’s how it works, right?” Mikey nudges your arm, waiting for your answer. Agreeing to his statement, you ignore how fast Draken’s expression changes. From anger to confusion. It makes you crack up but for the sake of not having the angry dragon turn his anger to you, you remain calm.

“True true, girlfriend privileges, I guess.”

Draken blinks at the two of you, utterly exhausted from your bullshit as he tries to process what was just unveiled.

You two are dating?

Since when?

Why didn’t he know?

It was pretty obvious that you guys were close, maybe even having romantic feelings, but it was never confirmed since you guys are either pushing each other off of your bikes while it’s still moving or being all sweet like when you guys were still kids. It usually makes the other captains confused which is why they had all agreed to just not think about it, for the sake of their own sanities. But now, you guys are dating?

“You’re... you’re dating? Since when?”

“Since last night.” You say, before accepting the spoonful that Mikey gave you. Chewing on the chicken, you give Mikey a fry dipped in ice cream as thanks. “It wasn’t anything fancy, don’t worry. You didn’t miss anything important. We were just getting ready for bed last night when Mikey asked me if I’d want him to be my boyfriend. I agreed, we kissed each other goodnight then fell asleep. Nothing much. Though Emma made a fuss in the morning when she found out, almost dropped the pan on my foot.” You explained, the scene from last night making its way to your mind as you remember the little kisses that Mikey littered across your face as you tried to sleep in Shinichiro’s old room which Mikey had claimed as his a few months ago.

You had previously been using Shinichiro’s room as your temporary room ever since you moved in with the Sano’s almost a year ago after finally falling out with your mother who had moved to another part of the city for work, leaving you and your brother with your grandparents. But since you didn’t want to live with them, grandpa had offered to take you in, to which Mikey and Emma happily agreed to.

So, with one day filled with packing up your things, Mikey and Emma took them home while you helped your brother bring his things to your grandparents’ house, promising him that you’ll be calling him as often as you can just so that you wouldn't lose contact with him, the closest family member you have left.

You didn’t like having to live away from your 7 year old brother, but you didn’t exactly have a choice when your own brother said that he’d be fine with living with your grandparents as long as you’d still call him through the phone that you bought him for his birthday.

The arrangement was easy enough to adjust to, and so, there wasn’t much complaint after that.

“So, you’re now dating? Just like that? Nothing else? Are you sure?” Draken clarifies, still confused with the whole situation.

Mikey pushes his plate in the middle of the table, now empty. “It’s not that big of a deal, Ken-chin, what you should be worrying about is where we’ll place Takemicchi once I finally let him join the gang.” Nodding, you let your eyes stray from them, eyeing the restaurant as you watch some of the customers silently eating or talking with some of their friends. Then, just as you were about to zone in to the conversation that Mikey and Draken were having, you spot a suspicious looking blond who’s suspiciously looking into your booth for 2 minutes straight.

“Hey, what does Takemicchi look like again?”

“Hm? He has blond hair and looks scared all the time. Usually has bruises on his face too.”

“Also wears ridiculous shirts with ugly prints on them.” Draken adds.

Humming, you take a quick glance at the boy from earlier.

Blond hair? Check.

Scared expression? Check.

Bruises on his face? Check.

Ridiculous shirt with an ugly print?

Looking at his red and white shirt with some inspirational quote printed in the middle, you grimace. Check.

Waiting for him to look in your direction once more. You intentionally catch his eye. The eye contact visibly making him gulp, thinking that you’re about to beat him up for spying on the three of you, but instead, You smirk at him. ‘Takemicchi?’ You mouth, eyes shining in delight when you see him reluctantly nod. Satisfied, you listen in on the conversation once more.

“If we put him in the 5th division, Muto will just punch him if he accidentally makes eye contact.” You hum at that, finding amusement in your representative’s attitude.

“True, he almost knocked someone out when one of the lower members asked me what I was doing in one of the meetings.” You laugh.

You see Mikey raise a brow at that. “Probably because you rarely attend meetings.”

“Well, I’m trying to keep my scholarship, y’know? If the school ever finds out that I’m part of a gang, much more, one of the division captains, they’d kick me out for tainting the school’s name in a second.” You see Draken nod his head in agreement. “Besides, it makes my job easier when I’m trying to sniff out the traitors. I can just bat my eyes, act all cute and ask them if they’re trading information with other gangs. If they say yes, I tie them up and ask Muto to take care of them for me. If they don’t answer, then I tie them up and do a little interrogation. Oh, Sanzu’s been a great help recently too. He’s been bringing me my ropes everytime I go out on my little spying.” You praise the long-haired male with the cute scars on his face.

The last part makes Draken look at you suspiciously, not at all liking the thought of you tying people up, but Mikey’s satisfied look makes him set aside his cautionary thoughts. Better not question you unless he wants you to show him your interrogation skills.

“I guess, we’ll be putting him in Mitsuya’s division then if I ever let him join.” Standing up, Mikey pulls you towards him, arms draping on your shoulders as you start walking to his bike. “Now that that’s over, let’s go pick up Kyoya from his little playdate~” Jumping to his bike, Mikey excitedly waits for you to get on his bike, eager to see your little brother again.

“Hey, you better not be late later, we have a meeting!” You can hear Draken shout as the two of you start driving to Kyoya’s friend’s house.

“Tell Takemicchi to ask Hina to buy him better clothes!” You yell, knowing that the spying blond was close enough to hear it. And sure enough, you see the blond flinch at your words while he hides behind a tree near the parking lot.

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Arrogance

One day, Villain stopped pulling out their knives when they met.

"What, scared to dull your blades?"

No matter what taunts Hero threw, Villain's eyes never wavered from behind the mask. They simply lifted their fists and the ongoing fight would resume. At first, Hero puzzled at this behaviour. What kind of Villain gives up an advantage against their enemy?

Other vigilantes noticed too. "Hey Hero, it sword of sound's like you're losing your edge."

"How's it going at the kiddy table of fighting evil?"

“I hear Villain’s been handling you well. Invite me to the wedding?"

Hero returned with scathing responses, refusing to admit they didn't know why Villain was doing this. It was bringing them an entirely different kind of fame than what they wanted. Their reputation was taking a brutal hit.

The teasing got worse when Villain was caught escaping across rooftops and refused to fight. Hero threw a few half-hearted punches before their conscience piped up. Sweating under the intense gaze of Villain, Hero cocked a hip with a confident grin.

"What, we're upgrading from physical to verbal sparring now?"

Villain smiled in response.

To their surprise, Villain returned the stolen goods after a few minutes of conversation before fleeing to whatever hole they crawled out of. While the conversation was a lovely change of pace from the regular bruises Hero went home with, it was also incredibly confusing.

As the weeks passed, Villain grew more and more thoughtful during the often-lengthy discussions. Watching the wheels turn in someone’s head while maintaining eye-contact was unnerving.

"You can't keep doing this."

Hero stopped short in the middle of their argument for why stealing is bad. "Huh?"

Villain waved a hand at them, gesturing to their costume. "The vigilante thing. It's getting too dangerous. Time to give it up, pass the mantle on."

Hero snorted. "Wow, this job is dangerous? I can't believe no one ever pointed that out to me. Thanks for the heads-up, I'll take it into careful consideration."

"I'm serious." The ice lacing their voice stopped Hero cold. "Don't make me step in."

"Yeah right, like you could even stop me –"

"I thought about kidnapping you for a while, but that would bring entirely too much attention. Guess there is a perk of having a high-profile secret identity, huh (Civilian Name)?" Blood rushed to their face. Villain raised a brow at the reaction. "Shockingly, you aren't that hard to follow home."

"Is this blackmail? Cause, I was considering going public anyway."

"That's a horrible idea."

"What's the matter Villain? Getting jealous of my rising stardom?" Striking what they hoped was a flattering pose, Hero winked at Villain.

Villain glared, a hint of pink rising to their cheeks. "Really? Really want to know why? You're terrible at this. I was able to figure out your identity in two hours. At least six of my co-workers would have found and killed you if I hadn't interfered. When was the last time you even put a criminal in jail? Most of your time is spent running around trying to look hot in that outfit instead of doing the gritty work.

"Hmm," Hero tapped a finger on their chin. They looked over the Villain, noting the flushed cheeks and intense look in their eyes. Well, the line between anger and attraction is often thin. "You think I look hot like this?"

"The arrogant attitude isn't helping your situation." Villain averted their eyes from Hero's rising grin.

"Didn't answer the question. Besides, I can't just stop being Hero - it's a part of who I am. My fans need me."

Their expression twisted into an inscrutable, all too considering look. "If you keep doing this, you will get hurt."

Hero shrugged, trying not to show how much the statement unnerved them. "I do what I have to."

"So do I." They slid into a fighting stance, pulling out the forgotten blades. An unnamed emotion flashed across their face before the mask was pulled back down. "I really wish we had met under different circumstances."

A focused and brutal efficiency laced every swipe, every sweep of Villain's attacks. Hero found themselves on the defense and hopelessly outmatched. A hooked leg here, a calculated hit there and Hero was pinned to the ground with a knife held at their throat. Blood trickled from tiny nicks all over their body.

A hint of apology passed behind Villain's eyes as they shifted their grip on the other weapon.

Hero's face turned ashen grey with realization. "Oh gosh, oh no please don't-"

Immune to Hero's pleas, Villain stabbed downward with a surgical intent.

Their leg was never the same after that.

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"What are you all going to do on the weekend?" you asked no one in particular as you placed your bag on your right shoulder, holding the long leather strand right by your waist, in a habit.

"Think I'm up for some traveling" Beverly said as she finished gathering her things, shrugging after a few seconds as if she wasn't too certain about that idea.

"And I, will go visit my dear mother in another state, so that I can be far away from you, horrible people" Brian said playfully, smiling when he saw you had your eyebrows raised at him.

"Lovely, Brian" you rolled your eyes and then looked at the corner of the room, where Will stood in silence, eyes on the floor. He seemed thoughtful as usual, hands on his jacket's pockets. "What about you, Will?" the mention of his name made him snap out of his own mind and look at you, a little confused expression in his features so cute that you had the urge to smile. "What are you going to do on the weekend?"

"Probably nothing" he fixed his glasses in his face for a brief moment, nervous. "Just stay at home with my dogs"

"Well, you could always go out with me" you said with a shrugg, ignoring Beverly and Brian's widened eyes fixed on you with surprise. They clearly, hadn't been expecting that. Neither had Will, because of the way he nervously averted his eyes from you to the wall next to your head and then back at you. "I was kiddi-" you began, thinking you had made him uncomfortable.

"I would like that" Will suddenly said and it was your turn to have your eyes widen and your heart to beat faster inside your chest. "Want to hang out tonight?" he then asked, and you were pretty sure your cheeks were red for the way they seemed to burn. You just nodded, and then Will smiled. "Ok. I just have a last thing to discuss with Jack. You wait for me here?"

"Yeah, sure" and then you watched as he left the room to go talk to your boss. You turned your gaze to your friends. "What the hell just happened?"

"I guess you have a date with Will Graham" Beverly smiled, laughing because of your expression.

Brian laughed too. "Think I'll stay in town just to hear the nasty details in person tomorrow"

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Truth or Dare-Part 9/20

Summary: The Winchester sibling trio has been through so much in the last decade. From the night of their parents’ 30th wedding anniversary party where Sam and Dean eased Y/N from her innocence to Sam becoming a happily married lawyer with a kickass nurse of wife to the three of them now living in the same town they grew up in under the same roof where each of them came of age. Y/N is a working mother of three, her days spent helping the townsfolk make proper and suitable financial decisions while bustling about escorting her two oldest to school and her youngest, Mary Ellen, to daycare; Dean’s garage is the premiere body shop for classic restorations and car maintenance; people from other state’s bring their vehicles to them to be repaired. Business at Winchester Wheels is booming; Sam is the legal council for Winchester Wheels and has been since he moved back home almost 5 years ago. He has his work cut out for him dealing with the people Dean pisses off and threatens to sue the garage on at least a monthly basis.

After one lust-filled night, the siblings become more than family. They become lovers. The three of them, together and separately.

One big loving family.

So when Y/N’s boss calls for her to take a much needed vacation, the six of them hit the road. What will happen? Will it bring them closer together or break them apart?

W/C: 1182

Warnings: fluff, RJ being RJ of course

After a hearty breakfast at Miss Kitty’s Cafe, the three adults repacked and loaded up the rental to get on the road.

As soon as the kids were awake, Isabella and RJ were asking where they were going next which Dean would respond with “I’ll tell you on the way.”

As they are leaving Dodge City KS, and after the millionth inquiry of their next destination, Dean proudly announces, “We are headed to Garden City. I hope you all brought swimsuits because we are going to the Parrot Cove Water Park.”

Sam and Y/N are surprised that their older brother had picked such a typical vacation destination; seeing as they had assumed he had chosen areas and attractions he wanted to see. But Y/N realizes as they are riding along, that not only is Dean the perfect boyfriend and lover but he is an excellent father. He chose a waterpark for the kids to enjoy.

During the two hour drive between Dodge City and Garden City, Sam pulled up all the information he could find on his phone about the aquatic park and read off the details of each attraction and activity. In between their uncle explaining the park, Izabella and RJ would ask, “Are we there yet?”

Upon arrival, they discover that Dean had even called ahead and booked a couple of rooms for 2 whole days! Unfortunately there were not adjoining rooms, so it was decided that the girls would stay in one and the boys would sleep in the other.

RJ was very fond of that idea because he got to spend time with his two favorite guys, his daddy and his uncle. From the time RJ could crawl, he has been all about the two oldest Winchesters. Wherever Sam and Dean were, you could bet RJ wasn’t far away. The boy looked up to his daddy and his uncle.

Once inside the room, Y/N hurries to get Isabella and Mary Ellen into their little swimsuits before slipping into her bikini. She looks in the mirror at herself and smiles, knowing she is going to drive her brothers crazy. She looks damn good in a two-piece. Even after three kids, the only stretch marks on her body were on her boobs and a few on the inside of her thighs, but after almost three years, those lines and streaks were barely visible.

Throwing the bag with their towels, a couple of swim diapers and some snacks over her shoulder, she picked up her baby daughter and reached out for the oldest one’s hand. “Let’s go get to splashing, chick.”

Y/N is sitting at the edge of the kiddy pool, letting Mary Ellen sit in the shallow water when RJ comes running up to her, hugging her and puts his little cold wet hand on her forehead.

“Are you sick Mommy? Do you have a fever?”

“No baby. I’m fine. Why? What makes you think I am sick?”

“Daddy and Unkie Sam said you were hot. That they needed to get you out of your swimsuit,” RJ says, a look of relief on his face.

Y/N looks over her shoulders to see her brothers swimming in the adult pool, staring at her with lust-filled eyes. She blushes but rolls her eyes.

“I’m okay, baby. Daddy and Uncle Sam were just teasing.”

RJ sighs as if the biggest weight has been taken off his little chest. He turns to the big pool and announces, “It’s okay. She’s not hot. She can keep her suit on.”

It was Y/N’s turn to blush as almost all the heads in the vicinity turned to look their way. She looks back at the boys and sees them both laughing but blushing also.

A little while later, Y/N is laid back on a donut float as she drifts along the lazy river that runs along the perimeter of the waterpark when she hears a splash behind her. She opens her eyes and looks to see Dean climbing onto a nearby round tube and paddle his way to her side.

“Hey.”

“Come to check if I have a fever? Got a thermometer to stick in my mouth?” Y/N teases as she takes in the man beside her. He is shirtless with just a pair of blue trunks on and the water droplets are glistening on his skin. The trunks are soaked and pulled taut, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. Y/N’s eyes hone in on the bulge evident but quickly shakes her head and averts her eyes.

“Oh god! I didn’t think he was listening. I’m so sorry,” Dean says with a chuckle. As they float past the main area of the waterpark, they watch Sam as he plays and splash at the two oldest children, while balancing the baby on his hip. Y/N smiles at the sight. ‘Now this is a vacation,’ she thinks to herself.

“With all this exercise, I bet the kids will sleep well tonight,” Y/N says, giving Dean a look that he quickly catches on to.

“Oh yea. They definitely will. Would probably sleep through a tornado, they’ll be so worn out.”

“Good. I really need to catch up on some sleep myself,” she says as they glide along the water surface. “Gotta get as much beauty sleep as I can.”

“Oh shit. Stop that. You know you’re gorgeous,” Dean says as he leans over and kisses her chastely. “Time to go relieve Sammy. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says as she watches Dean slide off the float and climb out of the water.

That night, just as they speculated, all three kids went down not even five minutes after dinner and baths. Mary and Isabella were snuggled up together in the middle of one of the full size beds in the girls’ room and RJ was snoozing away in his father’s bed.

Y/N, Dean and Sam stood in the hallway just outside the doors that were ajar.

“This has been the best vacation ever,” Y/N declares as she takes a drink of her soda. Alcohol was off limits in this family-oriented motel.

“Well considering this is your first one,” Dean says, laughing. “What do you have to compare it to?”

“Shut up,” she says, pushing on Dean’s shoulder. “You know what I mean. Just getting away and relaxing and doing what we want to do, when we want to do it. Not having to answer to anyone.”

Dean and Sam nod in agreement.

“Well one more day here and then it’s off to another fun-filled spot. Beaver Creek, Colorado better hope they can handle the WInchester gang,” Dean says as he pulls Y/N into a hug and kisses her lips.

“Sweet dreams darling.”

She smiles up at him right before Sam wraps his arms around her from behind and drags her away from his brother.

“Get some sleep Princess.”

Y/N goes to bed that night with a smile on her face and a headful of dreams of green eyes and hazel eyes alike.

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ex-vengeancedemon · 3 years

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Averting Disasters and Other Ways to Avoid Your Problems

Chapter 3

Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Mentions of things that occurred in Angel: The Series season 5.

Main Pairing: Buffy x Spike

Characters: Buffy, Spike, Giles, Willow, Xander, Andrew, Faith, Dawn

Summary: Set in 2008, five years after Spike’s resurrection at Wolfram & Hart. Buffy is living in Cleveland guarding the hellmouth. Spike has left Angel and company and is hiding out in Chicago. The Scoobies are scattered. When something starts going wrong with the slayers around the world, it’s time to get the gang back together.

Masterlist & Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Cleveland, Ohio

Spike and Andrew arrived in Cleveland shortly before sunup, much to Spike's relief. Andrew was a bit of an erratic driver and if Spike wasn't already dead, he might have bothered to fear for his life. He had never been to Cleveland before. Never had a reason to. Sure there was a hellmouth, but why would anyone choose it over California? Ohio was a flyover state for a reason. What'd they even have in Ohio? Corn?

Andrew parked the car outside of what looked to be an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district on the outskirts of the city. The windows were all dark and Spike couldn't hear or see a soul around. There was a faint scent of iron in the air that smelled almost like blood, but Spike could tell it was actually emanating from the slowly corroding metal walls of the warehouse. Unlike Spike, the building wasn't timeless. He raised an eyebrow at Andrew, but the eccentric Watcher-in-training was already jumping out of the car. Spike followed after him, only hesitating for a moment. Could barely be called hesitation really. Just... taking a breath. That he didn't really need. Bugger it. It's not like Andrew noticed.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to off me," Spike commented as he looked over at the group of motionless cranes dangling equipment that likely violated several OSHA regulations.

Andrew laughed with a grating kind of chortle that for a second brought Spike back to a different time. At Buffy's house, back when they were still at war with The First. He waved off the memory. No point in getting all sentimental. What's done is done and over.

"No silly," Andrew replied. "This is where Willow said to meet."

"Nice digs. Perfect spot for a demon."

Andrew rolled his eyes at the quip and opened the rusting metal door, motioning for Spike to enter. Spike eyed the door, surprised it hadn't crashed down off its tracks.

"Alright then," Spike said as he walked into the darkness. No point in arguing.

Inside, the warehouse was completely empty except for the heavy coating of dirt covering the spalling concrete floor...and a strange rectangular pool of what looked like liquid silver situated at its center. Andrew's footsteps echoed behind him in the cavernous space as Spike moved to get a better look at the curious centerpiece. Despite the lack of light, the silver pool seemed to shimmer and emitted a faint glow. Probably radiation. Spike took a couple of steps back from the man-sized pool.

"Now hold up a minute," he said, turning on Andrew. "Pretty sure the mercury baths went out of style." He held a finger up for emphasis. "And, if memory serves, Xander was the one with the syphilis problem."

Andrew ignored him and walked to the edge of the pool. "It's a portal. You coming or are you just gonna stand there?"

With that, Andrew stepped off the ledge and disappeared beneath the surface of silver. Spike stared after him.

"Right, quick trip to hell. Was getting bored anyway. Well, if that git can do it," Spike muttered.

He ran after him and leapt into the pool. For some reason he had expected it to burn, like molten lava. Instead, he felt absolutely nothing, not even as his head sunk under the waves. And then everything was unnaturally bright.

Spike winced away before realizing it wasn't the sun, just orbs of floating white light scattered throughout the sizable room. He recognized the type. This was a magic shop. A multi-dimensional magic shop.

The shop was quiet despite its size and selection. Spike recognized more than a few rare items that would fetch quite the price on the black market... if one was into that sort of thing. The shelves were fully stocked with spell books, grimoires, various herbs, crystals, and other magical curios. It made the old Sunnydale magic shop look like the kiddie leagues.

Sitting at a long oval table in the center of the room was Willow, dressed in clothes that looked a day old with a cold cup of coffee sitting next to her. The red-headed witch was surrounded by books scattered around her on both the table and the floor. She didn't even look up at their arrival. It seemed that - apart from Spike and Andrew - she was the only one in the shop.

"Hey Willow," Andrew said, giving her a little wave. "I got Spike."

Willow looked up from a particularly thick tome covered in a language Spike didn't recognize. She gave a small smile that did nothing to hide the worry on her face or the exhaustion in her eyes.

"Hey guys," she said. "Good to have you on the team."

"Any luck so far?" Andrew asked.

Willow shook her head. "Nothing. There's nothing about mass memory loss in slayers. Of course, there have never been multiple slayers before so. You know, we're back in uncharted territory."

Spike cut in hesitantly, "And Buffy?"

He thought he caught an odd expression cross Willow's face, but it had been a while since he'd seen her. Maybe it was normal.

"I still haven't been able to reach her," Willow replied. "I just got here last night. Called in a favor to a friend and got us a lease on this magic shop 'til we figure out what's going on. I'm hoping Giles will know more."

"Well we should go check on her then!" Spike said, throwing up a hand. "Slayer wandering around out of her head? It's a death sentence."

Willow pursed her lips and glanced over at Andrew uneasily. "We can't. Or...well we're not sure we should. It's not just memory loss."

She paused and Spike began to get more and more agitated. There was something they hadn't been telling him. Something bad.

"During the blackouts," Willow continued, "you know, the times they can't remember? Well, we think that there's someone...else. Someone else is controlling their actions, it's almost like they're possessed. But whatever is doing it-"

"It's a scary good copy," Andrew blurted out.

Willow nodded. "It knows about their lives, how they act, their friends. It even goes on doing the regular day-to-day slayage duties. But we've noticed some things are just a bit...off."

"What do you mean, off?" Spike pressed.

"Well...one of 'em did try killing Angel a few days back," Andrew replied. "They had been working together temporarily and apparently she just snapped one day."

"Well I don't see the problem there," Spike said with a grin.

"Another one didn't recognize her parents when they came for a visit," Willow added. "She hadn't seen them since becoming a slayer and just nothing. Freaked them right out. But she remembered everyone else, insisted they weren't her family though."

"Okay, yeah, a bit odd," Spike conceded.

"And then, two days ago, Giles was training with one of the London slayers when her fighting style switched from streetfighter novice to jujitsu master in the span of a minute." Willow sighed. "And that's when I did a revealing spell. There were was something in her that wasn't her. We don't even know when we're talking with the real person...or the other. Whatever it is."

"And that's why you haven't contacted Buffy," Spike stated.

Willow nodded. "We don't want to spook...it."

"Yeah who knows, it could run off to Timbuktu with Buffy's body," Andrew agreed with a vigorous nod.

"Andrew, could you get me some cannis root from the back storage?" Willow asked him. "I need to do a translation spell."

"Sure, of course!" Andrew replied as he scampered off behind the rows of shelves.

Spike pulled out a chair and took a seat next to Willow at the table without speaking.

"It's good to see you, Spike," Willow said without smiling. "I just wish you would've told us before disaster struck again."

"Yeah." He nodded slowly. "Well, being back in the land of the living has been one should've after another I suppose." He fumbled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up with a flick from his lighter. "Do you think-"

"I don't know if she'll be glad to see you," Willow said, answering the unspoken question. "I don't know."

"Right."

Spike sighed as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Andrew returned with a large jar of what looked like...well, roots. Willow took it from him and set the jar aside without opening it. It seemed the cannis root had just been a task to keep Andrew busy. Spike wasn't surprised. Andrew took a seat at the table and began perusing through some of the scattered books. Spike watched as the two continued their research. It wasn't really his forte.

What felt like hours later - though he knew it had only been minutes - Spike heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Familiar tread. Instant irritation. Bollocks.

"No. Oh, no. No, no, no, no. No way. What the hell is he doing here?" Xander exclaimed as he squinted in the light.

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Hey, guys! I know it has been an age since I updated or posted any fic. I uh... I’ve been going through a lot.

Many of you, I’m sure, are now familiar with Omegaverse and A/B/O Dynamics. I have a deep and abiding love for this particular brand of trash, and I’ve recognized that there is a lack of it in the DC fandom. SO! Surprise, surprise! I’m coming back with Part I for a Jason A/B/O fic.

Let me know if you want to see more of this story, and I hope you’re all doing well in this godforsaken hellscape of a year <3

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Making time for a meal was often too much work for Jason. He ate on the go, eight out of ten times. The rare occasions he sat still to consume food usually involved an invitation from Alfred, like today’s debacle of a lunch. Steph was fighting with Bruce (shocker), Barbara had the flu, and Cass was diligently working one doozy of case. Her brief email rundown was more than considerate, given that she was using a satellite connection on the ass-crack of the planet in some Godforsaken jungle.

Trying to find the time to arrange a date? Ridiculous.

“C’mon, Jay,” Dick taps his shoulder with his knuckles. “I think you’d really like her. And her brother’s in the life, so it’s not like you have to deal with the ‘secret identity’ stuff.”

Now that was a plus, just not enough of one to lure Jason out of his malcontent. “Who’s ‘er brother?” he asks around a mouthful of sandwich, hoping to change the subject.

“Oh, a meta-guy I worked with in Spiral.”

The deliberate nonchalance of the eldest Robin makes Jason bristle. “Yeah,” he reiterates, tucking the massive bite into his cheek to speak more clearly. “And his name was?”

“Not the important part,” Dick dodges again. “The important parts are that she’s an omega living in Gotham who does charity work for a living. She is also very cute! I have a picture.” At this point, he sets down the family sized bag of plain Lays (abominable) and fishes his phone out of his back pocket.

Tim, thank Christ, decides to weigh in on the matter. “I feel like who her brother is happens to be important, considering that you specified he knows who Jason is, and by proxy the rest of us…”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You said I wouldn’t have to keep my identity a secret, because he’s in the life. That wouldn’t be relevant unless he knew me,” Jason motions to his chest vigorously, some stray shreds of lettuce escaping his sandwich.

“That’s not what I said” Dick insists.

“It’s what you implied with what you said.” Tim points at Dick with a cheese puff, pinky aloft, then pops the snack into his mouth to state another observation. “Also, regardless of whether or not he knows Jason, he knows who you are. That means he already knows who we are, and I’d really like to have his name, Dick.”

“Tim, shut up. This isn’t about you.”

“Let’s watch our tone, boys,” Alfred says, breezing into the kitchen with a faintly disappointed air to have found them, not only arguing, but hunched vulture-like around the kitchen island decimating what would have been decent leftovers. “Master Dick, we all know how Jason feels about match-making: much the way Master Bruce feels about it.”

Outwardly admonished, Dick says something to schmooze Alfred while he slides his phone over to Jason. Never one to deny curiosity, Jason peers down to see the girl Dick’s pestering him about. She’s a round young woman in a dirty pink T-shirt holding up a mop-head of a puppy with a big, goofy smile on her face. Her hair is windswept, she’s clearly sunburned, her front teeth have a gap between them, and she’s possibly the most adorable human being he’s ever seen in his life.

Shaking his head, Jason says, “She’s not my type.”

Unrepentant and quick to ignore the wave of wry disapproval emanating from Alfred, Dick stops mid-excuse to say, “Oh, she is so your type. Don’t lie to me.”

“She looks twelve!” Jason recoils, scrunching his face and glancing back down at the sweet girl in the photo. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

“She does not,” Dick defends himself, using his back to block Tim’s snooping look toward the screen. He double checks the picture himself, and a few moments pass. “Okay,” he shoots Jason a resentful glance while swiping forward a few times. “She looks a little young in that particular picture, but she’s in her twenties. Here! Look at this one.”

Tim to the rescue again! “Uh, I thought you said you had a picture, Dick. As in one.”

Dick doesn’t bother to dignify that with more than a muttered, “Puh-lease.” Like they weren’t all aware that folders full of images on anyone were only a few clicks away. Tim, especially.

Jason tunes out of the bickering that begins between them as Dick continues to exclude Tim, physically using his body as a barrier and failing to hold the phone steady for Jason’s eyes. She’s in a bikini top seated in a cheap plastic kiddy pool, more tanned and freckled with her hair restrained somewhat successfully in a braid that sits over her shoulder. Three massive dogs crowd around her for attention, but her eyes, amber from the angle of the sun, are staring straight at the camera. This smile is shyer; lips hiding her teeth, shoulders bent forward to bring her chest in and mask the soft rolls on her stomach brought out by her position sitting upright. She does look to be markedly older in this particular photo.

“How many damn dogs does she have?” Jason returns to his sandwich, averting his eyes and willing his voice to be dismissive.

“She works at the new shelter in East End, bruh. These aren’t her dogs.”

Damian ghosted into the kitchen at some point and posted himself behind Jason. The older brother pretends that he’s not startled to hear the kid speak. “Really? I’ve been reading good things about their practice. No-kill, good rehoming rates. Working to coordinate with other shelters and founding a spay/neuter program...” he trails off, weaseling between the two oldest brothers to have a look at Dick’s phone. “Smart advertising too. A scantily clad omega female sitting a pool with freshly groomed dogs? Good call. I bet those three have already been adopted.”

“Scantily clad?” Tim prods, doubly straining to maneuver around Dick.

Mercifully, however, this brings the picture show to an end. Dick huffs, glancing uncomfortably at Damian and tucking his phone away. Apparently, an actual twelve year old commenting on a woman’s state of dress is enough to upset his sensibilities.

Damian looks at Jason, eyes piercing and the same green as his own. He digs a hand into Dick’s bag of potato chips and says, “You should date her. She was attractive enough, and I’m sure she’s a lovely person.”

The child is unblinking as he withdraws a handful of chips and begins to eat them while starting Jason down. He half expects the little fucker to wave his free hand and pull some Jedi mind trick gag, but remembers that Damian doesn’t do pop culture humor when Tim’s in the room.

Jason drops his sandwich on the naked stone counter as though he’s discovered mold. “Well, that’s it for me,” he says, edging toward the sunroom and the side door into the gardens. “I gotta’ go.”

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Paradise Lost

**Trigger Warnings**

DARK DARK DARK

-NSFW/Mental Health/Violence/Rape Minimal fluff if any at all tbh.

***If you are sensitive to any of these please do not read.

Pairing: None

Word Count: 2,583 (I struggled with this chapter. Not sure why.)

**READ WITH CAUTION**

Excuse any grammatical errors or misspellings.

This will be a six part series. I do not have a timeline for when I will post. (I’m a mom & work full time)

Disclaimer: Riley Brooks & Liam Rhys belong to Pixelberry. All other characters in this chapter are mine.

Thanks to @texaskitten30 for beta reading this chapter for me.

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Katherine Riley Brooks Vanderbilt lived a life others would envy. Her family had been written about in American history for decades. She attended the best schools money could buy. Her family frequently vacationed all over the world. To the world Riley was an heiress that lived a life most would or could only dream of. But not all was as it seemed. The tabloids painted her family in a light that no one would even imagine the horrors that really took place behind the eight foot walls that hid their sprawling estates. Riley didn’t have an easy life. Money didn’t cushion the multiple gut wrenching blows she suffered from her tyrant father. Trust funds didn’t fill the hole left by her absent alcoholic mother. Sisterly bonds was a fantasy.

16 year old Riley

“Let’s go Mia. We have to get to the airport.” Riley was standing in her younger sister's dorm room waiting for her to pack her suitcases for their holiday trip with the rest of the Vanderbilt family. “I am. I am so excited to see Dad. I haven’t seen him in so long. Are you excited Kat?” “Um yea whatever Mia.” The sisters headed to the car waiting to take them to the private jet of one of their father's business partners. They arrived at the tarmac and realized they were no longer in the custody of their father's security detail. Riley knew this wasn’t going to be a run of the mill vacation.

It had been two years since the death of her mother. Two years of boarding school away from the horror of her father. Riley dreaded the holiday but was excited to see her younger brothers.

The jet finally touched down in Switzerland. Riley looked at her younger sister. Amelia still has the youthful twinkle in her eye as she looked out the cabin windows at the sparkling snow beneath them. Riley had lost the innocent twinkle. Maybe she never had it. She had been parentless as long as she could remember. Her father didn’t greet the sisters at the private airport. Nor did he greet them when they arrived at the estate they would be staying at. Instead a short plump woman with dark auburn hair and hazel met them at the estate.

“Katherine and Amelia, I presume?” The girls nodded their heads. “Very well, follow me and I’ll show you to your wing as per Sir Vanderbilts request.” They followed the woman, who never introduced herself, to their rooms. Opulence was something they were used to and it didn’t faze them at all. “Your father will be joining you Katherine in your room shortly to discuss a few matters at hand.”

“Katherine, it's nice to see you. And you look lovely in that dress my dear.” Riley’s father hissed as she walked into the sitting room of her suite. “Father” she nodded avoiding eye contact. He kept his eyes locked on her and her long, shimmering emerald dress. Her father always insisted they dress their best in his presence no matter the occasion. “Have a seat. We have much to discuss.” Riley seated herself across from at the small table. “I would like for you to join me on my hunt this weekend. It’s time I teach you all to be true Vanderbilts and how we maintain our power among the others in our world. Money does not equal power.”

“Power is forcefully taken, yes I know, Father.” Riley rolled her eyes. Suddenly Riley felt a force knock her out of her chair. She hit the marble floors beneath with her a force that knocked the wind out of her. “It will do you well to remember your place Katherine Riley Vanderbilt otherwise you will see what happens when someone disobeys me.” Riley felt the warm, copper taste of blood in her mouth. “I would say ask your mother,” a sinister smile emerging on his face, “but it seems you can not.” Riley stood and dabbed a napkin against the corner of her mouth, she smoothed her dress and took her place in front of her father. “There will be other friends in attendance as well on our hunt tomorrow. As I am sure you are aware, you will be in charge of keeping the other children on their best behavior.”

“Father, may I ask, what will be hunting tomorrow?”

“Who, Katherine, who?” Edward stood from the table, “I have spoken with the others. Amelia seems especially eager. Tomorrow will be momentous. Tomorrow will show me who will be the successor to Vanderbilt Enterprises.”

Riley didn’t sleep a wink that night. She had no idea her younger brothers, Neal and Eddie were there. She hadn’t seen them yet. It had been six months since she had seen them last.

The next morning, Riley woke and dressed in her riding gear and went down for breakfast. When she made it to the kitchen, she spotted her siblings and her father all having breakfast. Riley noted how unusual this was. “Riley!” Cornelius screamed and jumped from the table to hug her. “Hey Neal! How are you? You have grown so much since I saw you! How has school been?

“ENOUGH” Edward bellowed at the children. “Sit down both of you.” A flash of fear passed though Cornelius’s eyes and he went back to his seat. They finished their breakfast without so much as another word nor a glance at each other. “You’ve never taken us on a hunt before Father, what game may I ask will we be hunting today?” Amelia asked. “Today will be a turning point. It’s not about the game we hunt per say it’s about the power you hold over your prey. In this world only the strong prevail. Kill or be killed. Succeed or fail.” Edward said matter of factly. “You will do exactly as I say without showing weakness, now you all may follow me.”

The children all followed their father to the stables on the grounds. They each mounted their horses and trotted behind their father until they reached a large,log hunting cabin deep in the woods. The tree canopy was so thick sunlight barely reached them. Riley felt a cold shiver down her spine as they made their way into the cabin. It was nearly lunch, but the smell of cigars and scotch...and something else but Riley couldn’t place the odd smell, made her stomach turn.

“Eddie” a large overweight man clapped their father on the back. “I see you brought an audience,” the strange man smirked.

“It’s time to toughen them up. Show them how to be true Vanderbilts eh Brother?” Edward laughed, “meet your Uncle Astor Cornelius Vanderbilt Duke of Wellington kiddies. I think the youngest one here ought to call you Pop?” he winked. “You’re whore of mother sure did enjoy making you, boy.” Astor looked down at a 12 year old Cornelius. Eddie smirked, catching Riley’s eyes filled with tears threatening to break free. He fully intended to break her. If she were to inherit his fortune she would do it on her knees.

She looked more like her mother everyday. He hated her for it. He hated her mother. He hated himself. All he wanted was for her to love him. She could never love a man like him. So he forced her. He forced her until he took her life. He became the monster he was meant to be. And if he couldn’t make her like him he would do it to her daughter. His daughter. With her eyes.

“You will all do as I say, without defiance or face the consequences.” Edward warned. “Amelia, Edward you’re with me. The others are with Astor. Let’s go.” Each group went through a separate door that led to a flight of stairs descending downwards to a large basement. The basement looked similar to a hospital or a morgue. Medical utensils were placed by a row of three hospital gurneys. Large fluorescent lights made the room bright. Too bright. The first the sisters noticed when they entered the room was the row of three cages along the wall. Three naked women were gagged and bound in each cage. Riley looked at her sister. Amelia didn’t have fear in her eyes. She had excitement. Riley felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. “Have a seat,” Edward gestured towards some chairs near the cages,” you will observe and listen.” Edward pulled a set of keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked each cage door. He stripped his clothes bare and placed them in a laundry bag. The girls, surprised at their father's nakedness, averted their eyes unsure what to do. “Power is taken, not given. We take what we want and we end those that oppose us. We end those that would deny us what we seek, isn’t that right my daughters?” Edward asked as he pulled the first woman from her cage. She was a petite brunette woman that Riley didn’t recognize. “This woman disobeyed my direct orders so she will face my punishment.” He said firmly. He tied the woman to the gurney in the center of the room. Her wrists were tied tightly above her head and her ankles were tied to each corner of the bed. She was blindfolded and gagged. “Father, what are you doing?” Riley asked, horrified by what was happening in front of her. “I said not to speak, do you defy by direct command?” He glared at Riley. “Come here girl” he said between gritted teeth, “You will help me, you will get first hand experience.” Riley felt the anger boil in her veins. “What did she do to deserve such treatment?” She snarled. “Do as I say or you can replace this bitch on the table. Your sister there is practically giddy, but you hold resilience, that will end today. She will be your victim or you’ll be mine.” Edward spoke barely above a whisper. Evil poured through every orpheus of his body.

Riley knew it was her or him and she was too weak to do anything. There was no returning back. The innocence Riley had left was going to be extinguished. She would never be the same. She grabbed the scalpel from her father’s outstretched hand. Her hand shook uncontrollably as she gripped the scalpel in her sweating palm She closed her eyes. Turn it off Riley. You can’t feel or you won’t survive. Turn it off… She opened her eyes and looked at her father. Her eyes reflected his. She handed the scalpel back to him. “I do not need this.” She paced the instrument back on the sterilized tray. She climbed on to the gurney. She pulled the gag out of the woman’s mouth. “I want to hear you scream.” She said. Riley pulled the blindfold from the girl’s eyes. “I want you to look at me while your life drains from your body. From your eyes. From my life.” “No please stop.” The girl cried. Riley’s father stood astounded by her words. He recognized those words. But from where? “All I wanted was for you to love me, but no it was too much to ask.” Riley said. She slapped the girl across the face. She grabbed the girl with both hands on each side of her face and kissed her deeply. She pulled back and punched her in the jaw.

Slap. Punch. Hit.

The girl screamed in anguish. Blood covered her face and splattered all over Riley. Edward and Amelia moved closer and watched her awe as she beat the woman. Riley grabbed the scalpel and sliced the woman's breast as the woman screamed. You deserve to die. You disobeyed me. You fucked your way into my life. You fucked your way into my fortune. Riley screamed.

“Riley stop.” Edward yelled. Riley didn’t stop but looked back at her father. “Do you remember father? What you did to Mother? We’re not that much different after all.” Riley slit the woman's throat and watched the blood pour from her carotid artery. She stood up. Edward glared at his daughter. “How dare you threaten me? I grabbed Riley and threw her into the cage the woman Riley had murdered was previously. He locked the cage door. “You will watch. He pulled the other women out of their confines and strapped them to the other two gurneys. Come here Amelia, it's your turn. I hope you do not disappoint me.” “Yes, Father, I’m ready.” Amelia responded excitedly. Riley watched as her father and sister beat, berated and assaulted the women. She watched as they mutilated and destroyed their physical bodies. Hours later there was silence. Amelia and Edward were spent from the torture. Riley was horrified at what her sister was capable of. She was her father in every way. She was a skilled manipulator. She was a horrific and demented individual. “I have an idea Father, we should throw the bodies in the cell with Katherine for a while. Let her spend some time with our victims. One of them was her victim. Teach her lesson.” Riley spent three days with no food or water in a cell with three decomposing bodies. The smell encompassed her senses causing her to be sick. She knew she could never trust anyone again. Her own sister had turned against her. Become like her father. Maybe I am too. Maybe I am just evil. I. WILL. KILL. THEM. ALL. She wondered how her younger brothers were. If they were still alive.

10 Years Later

Riley had remembered the three days she spent with her first murder victim. She remembered the taste of revenge she had when she murdered her Uncle Astor. Her father was forced to retire into hiding. Her sister had been in a mental institution for a lengthy amount of time. Self admitted of course. She believed it protected her from her sister by living in the upscale mental facility. Riley’s brothers both survived the traumatic experience they had suffered a decade earlier with their Uncle Astor. Eddie had moved on with his life. He never spoke of what happened. He and Riley became estranged. Cornelius disappeared as soon as he was able. He has suffered severe post traumatic stress disorder and had turned to the underbelly of New York City for his coping mechanisms. Riley had been searching for him. She left her position as chairman of the board of directors of Vanderbilt International, after she superseceded her father after his abrupt retirement five years ago on Riley’s behest. Rather her force. She maintained 51% shareholder in the company which left her majority vote. With her company firmly intact and well maintained it left her the freedom to search for her youngest brother. She was ready to save her family and rebuild what bonds she had left. She had found a job as a bartender in a dive bar in the heart of the big apple. It opened up connections to the underworld of drugs, booze and crime. She was getting closer and closer to Neal’s whereabouts until one night. The night she met him. The night his ocean blue eyes met hers. The night she had found her match. The man that was her equal. The man that had faced the pain unlike any other. The man that would kill for her. The man that held equal power. She ran the world. He ran a country.

Her King. His Queen.

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