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Are we getting any Ona x reader Childhood sweetheart??

mi media naranja (my better half) - ona batlle

ona batlle x reader

description: in which you and your childhood friend watch each other grow up, going through different partners, life stages and miraculously ending up in a surprising result

warnings: it’s a long one - buckle up!! catalan in bold italics, mentions of cheating and tears

a/n: hiya, lovey! i hope you don’t mind that i tweaked this into a childhood friends to lovers situation, i really hope you enjoy❤️

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you and your best friend, ona, were the epitome of inseperable. your special bond was formed by years of shared laughter, inside jokes, secrets and late night conversations that stood the test of time.

you and ona knew each other better than anyone, the years of being best friends proving soulmates existed.

at first you both believed it was platonic soulmates but as the seasons and years went by, so did your dynamic, unbeknownst to either of you at the time.

it began through the subtle shift in stolen glances and unspoken words and conversations lingering in the air, something felt different for both of you.

little did you both know, the journey and progression from being best friends formed the very foundation of your relationship in the present.

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[ 7 years old ]

it all started in school, a young ona experimentally kicking a football to a lonely you to test out the waters during lunch break.

in the beginning, you were incredibly shy, finding it hard to make friends at the time. her kindness made your heart warm and when you kicked the ball back, you both knew the other would be in your lives forever.

she came up to you and managed to get you to open up, she was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were quite chatty when you talked about something you were interested in. she loved it.

she’d listen to your words intently, each word engraving new lore about you in her mind, making an effort to remember as much about you as she could.

“one day, we’re gonna play together for spain and bring home a gold medal” ona promises, nudging your shoulder with hers as you both sat next to each other on the grass.

you laugh and nudge her back, nodding and holding your pinky up, she smiled cheekily and interlocked her own with yours, a promise you both intended to keep.

everyday at school, you and ona grew closer. your families were so happy with the fact that you’d made a friend so close, both of you at each other’s houses every other day. it just felt right for the both of you and everyone around you.

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[ 12 years old ]

you and ona were joined at the hip, not even an exaggeration, you were never apart. you and ona had promised each other that wherever the other would go, you would follow in suit.

it was a non verbal promise but something that was just understood between the two of you.

you and ona had been scouted in your local club to join the youth barcelona team, both of you squealing and jumping around on her bed when you both discussed the situation. however, promptly scolded by ona’s mum that had you both in a fit of giggles.

because the two of you played together so often, each other’s playing styles were very much adapted into your own.

ona was a defender while you played in the midfield, the two of you always linking up to score a goal or an assist.

you both didn’t even need to look at each other to know where to pass or aim, the presence of one another being enough to score goals that had people impressed by your performances.

you and ona thrived in the barcelona team, labelled a dynamic duo by not only your coaches and teammates, but the spectators also.

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wordless communication and care were the foundations of your friendship. the needs and requirements for the other person just feeling like common sense.

“you didn’t rub it in properly” ona laughs, pointing at the streaks on sunscreen left on the skin of your face.

“in case you didn’t notice, onita, i don’t exactly have a mirror” you grumble, attempting to rub the rest of the sunscreen but missing completely, making the brunette laugh even more.

“oh, preciosa (precious)” she teases, roughly rubbing the remnants into your skin causing you to groan and attempt to push her away.

“done” she cheeses out, giving your cheek a light pat before you shove her away jokingly. “you suck,” you stick your tongue out at her and she immediately returns the gesture, making you both give each other challenging glares before giggling with each other.

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“my house or yours?” ona grins, passing you your water after training. “mhm, let’s go to yours” you smile back at her, she nods and you both chat as normal.

as soon as you got to ona’s, she gave you some of her clothes to change into and you immediately called your family to let them know you’re here and they already knew you’d ask to stay over so they agreed instantly.

you throw ona a thumbs up as she watches you converse on the phone and she pumps her fist in celebration, making you giggle before ending the call.

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[ 17 years old ]

this was a difficult time for the both of you, it was when you both started exploring the dating world with other people.

ona got into a relationship first with this random girl, she was super nice at first, but when ona would spend time with you, she would get into insane arguments with her, her girlfriend claiming ona cared more about you than her.

and because it was her first girlfriend, she pulled back from you and you only really saw each other at training, and even then, the communication was limited.

you were heartbroken to say the least, losing your best friend over a girl, you decided to give ona a taste of her own medicine and began dating this girl you thought was really nice.

she treated you well, like a princess honestly, you were giddy and all round happier and ona, from a distance was happy for you.

she’d broken up with her girlfriend and she didn’t, well..couldn’t tell you since she rarely saw you. she regretted the whole relationship, it was toxic and manipulative and she wished she never ditched you for her.

but you were happy again and she would never jeopardise that for you. the only thing ona wanted for you was an endless amount of happiness, getting all the love that you deserved.

it was until you found out your girlfriend had cheated on you, coincidentally with ona’s ex that everything fell back into place.

with tears pooling in your eyes, you knocked on the door of the batlle residence with anxiety overtaking your entire body.

ona opened the door with a worried and confused expression, looking down at your kicked puppy expression that was ready to break down at any moment.

“nena? (babe)” she breathes out, a sob escapes from the back of your throat and you rush to wrap your arms around her neck, pressing your face into her collarbone as your body wracked with a heart wrenching sob.

she immediately holds you around your waist, rubbing comforting circles over the shirt you were wearing, saying nothing but just holding you close.

she tries to pull away to look at you but you shake your head and hold her tighter, she frowns at the sounds of your crying, lifting you up by your thighs and hoisting you up on her waist.

she hurriedly closes the door and rushes to her room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you cried into her arms. she whispers sweet words in your ear as you pressed into her.

you hug for a couple of minutes until you pull away, wiping your tears away with the back of your hands as you looked down at her,

“i didn’t know where else to go” you sniff, your nose red and your voice slightly congested. she frowns at you, using the pad of her finger to wipe away the tear rolling down your cheek.

“you came to the right place, this is your home too, i’ve missed you so much” she says softly, making a few more tears leave your eyes while she chokes back on her own. it felt like so much time but no time had passed as you explained the situation.

ona was pissed, making an effort the next day to give both of your now ex girlfriends a piece of her mind.

that’s when you both decided to take a break with dating, focusing on yourselves, football and each other. everything was back to normal and you were both incredibly relieved.

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[ 18 - 21 years old ]

as the years went by, you and ona only grew closer, you noticed the shift in your dynamic. the lingering stares and touching blurring the line between platonic and romantic.

you tried to think nothing of it, ona was always incredibly affectionate and if anything she was just being friendly.

if only you knew how this girl really felt about you. in love was an understatement but she didn’t and couldn’t say anything, respecting you more than anyone in the world.

she wouldn’t want to risk losing you, her best friend, her soulmate.

it didn’t really help that you both followed each other to every club, barcelona, madrid, levante and even making the big jump to manchester united.

the best friend duo left an imprint on every club you both went to, proving to be unstoppable in every league.

you were both so in tune and synchronised, ona even managed to assist you in a hat trick at manchester united, claiming it to be one of her proudest moments.

she’d hoist you up on her waist in celebration as she kisses your cheek repeatedly as the girls surrounded you in celebration. “mi niña (my girl)” she grins up at you.

you kiss her forehead in appreciation and couldn’t help but grow a little warm at the pet name, as well as the way she was looking at you as if you were the reason the run had risen in the morning. (she truly believed this)

sure you both got asked over the years if the two of you were dating and it slightly hurt to shut it down.

you received numerous questioning expressions when you’d say, “no, we’re best friends” but the two of you chose to ignore. you both didn’t like each other like that. (silly)

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[ 24 years old ]

it was until you both decided to return home that everything took a turn. your comeback to barcelona as the dynamic duo had been highly anticipated ever since the transfer rumours came out. and when the contracts were finalised and you and ona were promoted together, it went viral.

falling back into the team with new and old teammates was fluid, and exciting. you both felt good about the whole situation, excited for the new chapter ahead.

ona had partnered up with aitana for training because alexia had dragged you away as soon as she could.

“you like her” she teased, your eyes widen and you give her a little slap on the shoulder, “no, i don’t” you grit out, making your captain laugh brightly.

“please don’t tell me you’re this stupid, have you seen how that girl looks at you?” she scoffs, “heart eyes, makes me feel sick” she mocks, you can’t help the little smile hinting at your lips and alexia smiles satisfied.

she prys the details from you and you surprisingly complied. alexia helped you realised that you’ve liked ona for a while, just never coming to terms with it.

you felt lighter after all of it was off your shoulders, thanking alexia for slapping some sense into you.

she humbly accepted as long as she was the maid of honour at your wedding, making you swear on your life that it would happen.

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ona had also been in her own conversation with aitana. being one of your teammates for years as well as a close friend, she knew ona liked you, she always has.

she would beg ona to confess, knowing that you liked her back because it was just obvious to anyone with a pulse. she’d always shut down the thoughts quickly. but this time, she actually listened to aitana.

“ona, that girl is in love with you and if she isn’t, you can slap me in the face” aitana speaks with her hands, making ona follow the movements as she spoke.

“you’d actually let me slap you in the face?” ona laughs, aitana gives her a stern expression and ona stops, glancing your way to see you laughing with alexia. she smiles at your bright smile, making aitana shake her head and whisking she had her phone to capture the moment.

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it was a team bonding session at alexia’s house, a dinner, movie, drinks type of situation. ona and you lived together, like always, so ona drove you both over. alexia opened the door with a hopeful smile but faltered slightly at the two of you just being friends when you gave her that little look of disappointment.

she gives you a longer hug than ona and it makes her slightly suspicious, she knew you and alexia were like sisters but she couldn’t help the funny feeling bubbling in her stomach.

she’d glare slightly whenever you and alexia would interact and it made alexia laugh, knowing that tomorrow you’d come to training with a girlfriend.

when you got in the car and saw ona gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned pale, you glance at her in worry.

“are you okay?” you ask nervously, she looks over at you for a split second before looking back in front. “i’m fine” she says flatly, oh you were in for it.

the rest of the drive was intense and quiet. the tension was unbearable. when you both made it home, ona bolted to her room and slammed the door shut, making you wince. you gave her about an hour to cool off before you cautiously knocked on her door.

“ona?” you say softly, you open the door to see her on her bed just scrolling on her phone, she instinctively moves over so you lie down next to her, staring up at the ceiling as she refuses to look at you.

“have i done something wrong?” you break the silence, ona sighs heavily, “no” she breathes out, turning in her side to face you and prompting you to do the same.

“do you like alexia?” she asks softly, you gawk at her in shock, “what? no!” you exclaim, ona’s cheeks burn a little, looking down to see your hand resting on the bed close to hers.

“why? are you worried?” you tease, ona bores her eyes into yours, “and if i was?” she says full of confidence, your mouth falls open slightly, just blinking as you looked at her in surprise.

both of you are pink cheeked with wide pupils, resembling a full moon. “what do you mean?” you utter, “nenita (babe) you know what i mean” ona says hopefully, you pause for a moment before nodding, your bodies subconsciously moving closer to one another like a magnetic field.

“te amo (i love you)” you say confidently, making the girl in front of you break out into a bright smile, “te amo (i love you)” she parrots, you break out into your own wide smile.

you look at each other lovingly for a moment before ona brings a hand up to cup your face, she glances down at your lips and you inhale eagerly, making her chuckle before she pulled you into a searing kiss.

time seemed to pause at this moment, just the warmth of your breaths and lips mingling unfolding like a gentle melody.

your lips moved tenderly with each other, unlocking the years of whispered promises of love you both never knew you were hoping for. your tongues explored each others mouths and it all felt two familiar, you were soulmates after all.

in that shared moment, the line between friendship and romance faded completely, leaving behind the gentle lull of your now joined heartbeats, the start of forever for the both of you.

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when you both walked into training the next day with ona’s hand in the small of your back and a gentle kiss to your temple, the room erupted into cheers.

alexia and aitana exchange a high five, a couple of the girls exchanging money making you both laugh brightly at some of the disappointed but happy expressions in the room.

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when you both went to the world cup and managed to win through a goal from you, ona proclaimed your love then and there, unable to hold it in anymore.

when she pulled you into a loving kiss after that final whistle blew, it was a special moment for tje both of you. especially since you were both fulfilling that promise of bringing home that gold medal.

you and ona’s friendship stood as a witness to the growth and transformation for the both of you. standing as a testament of love that began with the simplicity of a girl kicking a football to you because she thought you looked lonely, forming into a profound and everlasting connection.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you!!

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ona.batlle: mi media naranja (my better half)

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yourname: mi onita xx

yourname: mi media naranja (my better half)

↳ ona.batlle: pretty baby

alexiaputellas: you two would be NOTHING without me

↳ aitanabonmati: and me!!

↳ ona.batlle: all you two did was make fun of us

↳ alexiaputellas: worked though, didn’t it?

↳ ona.batlle: …….

↳ yourname: she said thank you!

context!! - mi media naranja: the literal translation is 'to find your half orange. ' when an orange is cut in half, the two halves match each other perfectly, but no other orange half is likely to fit so closely’ essentially meaning - your better half, your soulmate

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader

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owliellder · 9 months

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All Pent Up

MDNI 18+

Puppy Hybrid! Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

Word count: 3.85k

Warnings: Porn w/ plot, unprotected p in v (stay safe), no use of y/n, spanking, crying, slight ass-play.

Description: After a long night at work, you come home to a very pent up Leon. A trip to the park to help with that energy turns a little sour.

Tags: Submissive! Leon, neck biting/marking, begging, cunnilingus, knotting, mommy kink, fluff, near illegal amounts of praise AND aftercare, a lovely creampie to end the morning

Not proofread. I am once again sat here bored at work. More self indulgence since I work the same kind of job aforementioned in this lmao.

Also VERY much inspired by @abp0rns art of puppy Leon, specifically the two I put below the crop. Please check out their art they gotta be one of my favorite doodlers out there.

Edit: cross posted onto Ao3 if it's easier for you to read there (cause it is for me)

It had been an incredibly boring night at work for you. Working graveyard at a gatehouse meant you did practically nothing. Easy money, sure, but you can only watch so many movies and doodle so much before it becomes redundant.

The only thing keeping you going was making sure your puppy, Leon, stayed happy and comfortable. You'd found him at the shelter a few months back, and though you never considered yourself to be a hybrid kinda person, Leon was just too damn cute at that shelter.

After adopting the hybrid, you quickly fell into a nice afterwork routine; come home, get jumped by Leon, make breakfast while he asked a plethora of questions about your night and made sure you knew just how much he missed you by licking and slobbering all over you. He was the sweetest boy, but man was he excitable.

Some mornings, you'd come home a bit more awake than others. It was random and you're not sure what made that so, but today was apparently one of those days.

"-sosososo glad you're home, mommy! I've been so lonely and bored without you!" Leon happily talked on after you'd walked through the door, his golden fur covered tail thumping loudly against the back of the couch. You remained quiet as you let him ramble, reaching up to pet through his messy bedhead with a smile. "I chewed on my toys, broke one of the squeakers though, but you've gotten me plenty of other toys for me to play with!! I really like this fluffy red pig you got me-!"

He continued to talk loudly about everything he did after you left for work only 8 hours prior, running around to grab and show you his chewed up toy and his favorite toy, tail continuing to wag avidly all the while.

"Alright, alright.. settle down, Leon.." You spoke up, cutting off his talk about laying in your bed so you could take a moment to shed your work clothes in favor of some more comfortable lounge wear; an old, faded graphic tee and a pair of soft sweatpants.

The hybrid followed you throughout the apartment while continuing to ramble, albeit a lot quieter now. Clearly Leon had a lot of energy this morning, which wasn't unusual by any means, but since you weren't all that tired this morning you decided that a trip to the dog park would be a good way for him to get some much needed exercise and enrichment.

After making breakfast, you dressed your puppy in a cozy outfit since it was always little chilly in the mornings where you lived, damn cold desert. You only had to reach for the leash for him to start jumping and yapping enthusiastically, making it rather difficult to hook it onto his collar.

You decided to stay in your comfy clothes, seeing as it would keep you warm enough until the sun warmed the air outside.

"Do you think Chris will be there?! Can you text his owner?? Who else is gonna be there?! I can smell the park from here!-" Leon rambled excitedly as he tugged you along to the park, smelling every bush and tree the two of you passed thoroughly. His tail never stopped wagging, those soft floppy ears perked forwards as he moved his head every which way, focusing in on every movement and sound while beelining to the park. He knew the way there, the leash was just to make sure you didn't get lost.

The air was cool the, sun beginning to warm you up. It was starting to bring out your exhaustion, but you wanted Leon to get at least half an hour of playtime in so he wouldn't bug you while you slept later. The thought alone made it easy for you to power through that brain fog that threatened to settle in.

You and Leon walked across the street once the tall chainlink fence that bordered the dog park was in view, the Golden Retriever hybrid practically dragging you to the other side of the street as his excitement grew. There were always other hybrids out early in the morning, the cool mornings were nicer for walks compared to the hot afternoons, at least in your opinion.

Leon was rubbing himself along the side of the fence, sniffing with a large goofy smile on his face. He had playmates that were normally here around this time, namely Chris, a German Shepard hybrid. Though Chris was a little bigger than Leon, they always played nicely, never having gotten into any sort of scuffle.

Chris was quick to notice Leon, running up to the fence so he could sniff him. They rapidly got each other riled up, so the moment you made it to the gate you unhooked the leash from Leon's collar. This wasn't so he didn't get choked out when he launched into the park, no, it was because the last time you forgot to unhook his leash first, you were yanked face first into soggy grass and mud.

The second you unlatched the gate, Leon pushed it open. He sprinted into the grassy park, Chris not far behind before tackling the smaller hybrid with a playful growl. The two roughhoused, chased each other, and played tug-of-war with a stick Chris had found.

You decided to sit on a bench not too far from where the boys played, looking up from your phone every minute or so to make sure their play didn't turn ugly.

Only 30 minutes had gone by before- "Mommy! Mommy!" Leon shouted from across the park, prompting you to look up from your phone. It only took a moment for your eyes to nearly bulge out of your head when you spotted a now brown Leon. His tail wagged, slapping loudly against the thick puddle of mud he was laying sideways in. "Looklooklook! Chris and I found a ball!" he yelled with a grin, Chris holding up the muddy ball high in the air so you could see it.

You sat there dumbfounded for a brief moment before letting your head fall back, breathing in and letting out a deep sigh as your eyes closed. You tilted your head forwards again, letting your eyes open slowly as your annoyance showed clear on your face.

Your puppy could see your expression change even from where he was, his ears drooping more than they were as the mud had weighed them down a bit. Seems like playtime was over.

Chris' owner wasn't all that happy either, walking over to the filthy hybrids only a few seconds sooner than you did. You pulled Leon from the mud by the collar since he seemed a bit stuck, glaring weakly at the now cowering puppy.

"Leon is always getting Chris into some sort of mess." Chris' owner huffed out, clearly irritated with the situation. You frowned, running your free hand over your face with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, Leon just seems to really like the mud lately. I can't help that Chris follows, but I'll try to keep Leon from the mud." You didn't really care for someone implying your Golden Retriever puppy was a bad dog, but the idea of confrontation mixed with your ever-growing exhaustion was enough to have you just let it go.

After apologizing again, you let Leon shake off the excess mud from his body before hooking the leash to his collar once more, beginning to pull him towards the gate. He was very resistant to leaving, whining and whimpering something fierce. "I'm sorry! ImsorryImsorry! Please I'll be good! Let me stay a little longer mommy! Please I'm sorry! Mommy!"

As pitiful as he sounded, you now had to squeeze a thorough bath in for the hybrid before you were even able to think about sleeping. You continued to drag him along as he fought against you, crying out softly as you finally got him through the gate, closing it before he could run back through.

Your exhaustion was making you irritable, and having to fight to get Leon back home was enough to make you angry. It got even worse when he growled at you.

You stopped walking, the entrance to your apartment building only a few feet away. Turning around to face him, he immediately shrunk down at your furious glare. "Bad boy, Leon." Your voice was harsh, yet also so calm, it scared him. He hated being a bad boy, he never wanted to hear those words together again.

After you started walking again, he followed obediently, staying silent all the way into your apartment. He stood stiffly by the front door once you closed it, watching you stomp away. The puppy was on the verge of tears, his muddy tail tucked between his legs and his ears flat against his head.

Leon's bottom lip trembled the longer he couldn't see you, his ears twitching a bit as he picked up on the sound of the bath faucet turning on. His hands were clasped in front of his legs, head down in shame.

"Leon!" You called out from the bathroom, your tone still laced with irritation, he could definitely tell that much. The hybrid quickly shuffled to the bathroom, trying his best not to get clumps of dried up mud on the carpet along the way.

Leon stood in the bathroom doorway before you gently dragged him in, making silent work of his clothes that were absolutely caked in mud. He knew what to do afterwards, quietly seating himself in the bath, shoulders slumped. The bath was silent except for Leon's weak attempts to apologize, his voice faltering every time once he looked at your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you just looked so disinterested.

After the bath, you shooed the puppy off with a towel draped over his shoulders, lazily washing off his collar in the dirty bath water before unplugging the tub.

Leon sat in the living room, drying himself off as best as he could with the towel. Even after, he shook himself off on instinct, the towel left discarded on the floor. He had sat himself on the couch, still slouched with a strong pout on his face.

He knew he was in trouble. His stomach sank when you walked out and stood in front of him with that same irritated look. You then walked and sat next to him on the left. "Lay across my lap, Leon."

The Golden Retriever hybrid whimpered, though he did as he was told, laying himself so his abdomen was laying on your lap, his tail still tucked between his legs. He yipped when you grabbed the base of his damp tail with your left hand, roughly untucking it so you could get a clear view of his ass. "Look at me, Leon."

He turned his head and tilted it back slightly so he could look up at you, his eyes sad and watery. He didn't have anything to say for himself. "You growled at me. You've never growled at me before." You sounded upset, and you were. You didn't want to punish your sweet boy, but him growling at you for something so insignificant deeply bothered you.

Sighing, you pulled his tail up away from his ass even further, grip tightening on it as you felt him try and tuck it back between his legs again. Wordlessly, you drew your other hand back, a sharp smack along with a cry from Leon ringing out in the quiet apartment. You hated having to do this, but he needed to learn.

A few harsh spanks later and the hybrid's ass was bright red and sore, tears spilling down his face as he sobbed out barely comprehensible apologizes in between loud cries every time you brought your hand down on his tender behind. His hands gripped the couch cushion tightly, those pitiful sobs of his tugging at your heart.

Once you feel Leon'd learned his lesson, you gently ran your hand along both his ass cheeks, soothing the hot and red skin while your other hand caressed the base of his tail. You waited until his crying quieted to talk to him again, listening to him sniffle wetly as you let go of his tail to wipe away his snot and tears.

"Okay, okay... there you go, sweet boy. All done. I'm all done..." you whispered to the whimpering puppy hybrid in your lap, shifting your body sideways so he could climb up and lay his head against your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair with one hand while the other stroked the side of his face, clearing the few stray tears that continued to fall.

Leon buried his face into your chest, hiccuping out muffled apologies as he brought his hands up to wrap around you. "I'm sorry mommy. So-.. sososo sorry... Didn't mean to, mommy..."

As he trembled against you, you couldn't help but feel terrible for punishing him that way. He'd never been bad before, the punishment really shouldn't have been so harsh..

You waited until he quieted to speak up again, tilting your head to the side slightly so you could see his face a little better. "...you took that so well, Leon. Such a good boy for mommy, huh?" Despite the suggestive undertone, you made sure to talk softly, careful not to upset the delicate puppy on your chest.

He lifted his head up slightly, nodding weakly as his eyes turned glassy once more. "Please.. I'll-I'll be a good boy for you m-mommy. I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry mommy- I didn't mean to growl- ImsorryImsorryIm-"

You shushed him, running your hand from the side of his face up through his hair as he began to cry again. "You're a good boy, Leon. I forgive you, baby.."

All Leon wanted to do was make this right. He never wanted to be a bad boy again. He hated the way you spoke to him, the way you had looked at him. It was so scary, he wasn't a bad boy, no, he wasn't.

His mind was flooded with everything he could possibly do to make it up to you, tears falling onto your shirt as he pulled himself up off of you. He crawled backwards and sat back on his haunches, giving you a wary look as he tucked his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Oh, Leon, sweetheart, you don't have to-" "Please..." Leon's meek voice cut you off, making you pause for a moment before nodding with a smile. His hands trembled as he pulled your sweatpants down, taking your panties with them. The hybrid hiccuped again before bringing his head down between your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders as he cautiously placed his hands onto the points of your hips

It only took a second before he shoved his face into your cunt, whimpering at your smell and taste as he licked between your folds. You gasped, feeling his tongue eagerly lap up your slick as it leaked out of you, his low whimpers vibrating deliciously against you. "Leon~... oh~.. easy, boy..."

You reached a hand down to gently stroke his hair, attempting to get the puppy hybrid to calm down a bit still. He was obviously so eager to please, though he was still shaken up by the punishment; tears falling from his eyes, quiet sobs muffled by your pussy, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed a beautiful pink. His tail had started to wag again and you were relieved to see it sway slowly. You just wanted to see your puppy happy and excitable again like he always was.

Leon continued to lap at your cunt, keeping himself firmly buried in it. His breathing was a bit shaky but you just let him do what he needed to do, reaching your hand to the right a bit so you could stroke one of his soft floppy ears. He sighed at the feeling, his tail wagging a little faster.

"That's a good boy, Leon~... god- such a good boy for his mommy.." You praised the hybrid as he worked his mouth on you, the praise causing him to whine into your cunt. His eyes peaked open, looking up at you as small tears fell from them. "Good boy~..." You ran your hand down to stroke your thumb between his eyes, prompting him to close them again with a sigh.

Your words encouraged him further, sucking at your clit when his tongue wasn't buried inside of you. The puppy hybrid licked all around, making sure none of your sweet slick was left to waste. He eased his grip on your hips, partially worried he would hurt you, but mostly cause he adored the way you writhed when you drew close to your orgasm. He relished in how you pulled his head impossibly closer, practically grinding against his face, using him. What a good boy he was.

Leon was in heaven when you came, whimpering into your cunt as you gushed against his face. He made sure to lick up everything he could, even dipping down to your ass for a minute, tongue flat against the puckered hole. He'd be mad if he saw the couch got some of your juices.

After a moment, he pulled his head away, resting the side of his slick covered face against your thigh as he looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes that you just couldn't resist. You knew what he wanted, and who were you to deny him?

"My good boy wanna fuck his mommy? Show his mommy what a good boy he is?" You whispered, to which he eagerly nodded in response, his ears perking up. You could hear his tail thump lazily against the back cushion of the couch, all the while watching him lick his lips. "I-I'll be a good boy for mommy. I'm a good boy-..good boy for mommy.." he mumbled quietly, hoisting himself up onto his haunches again after carefully laying your legs down off his shoulders. His thick cock was leaking pre-cum, flushed red at the tip while his knot was fully swollen. It was hard to look away.

Leon continued to mumble to himself, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he was a good boy. His breathing was still shaky as he watched you flip over, your ass up in the air while you rested your elbows on the armrest of the couch.

The poor thing was practically drooling at the sight of you, frozen in place, just staring at your glistening pussy. Your voice snapped him out of his trance, a hushed "Pretty boy..." causing him to lurch forward and mount you without further hesitation.

You cried out as he shoved his cock into you halfway, stopping only to grab the skin right above your collarbone with his teeth. He made sure he was positioned properly, shifting slightly before pushing his throbbing dick all the way. He whined at the way your slick walls gripped him, his knot pressed firmly against the outside of your cunt.

Leon's teeth broke skin as he began to piston in and out of you. He was drooling, whimpering, moaning, and his tail was wagging so fast. He loved the way his mommy felt, gripping his so tightly, sucking his thick cock in.

His let go of your skin to lick at gently, which was a stark contrast to his fast and rough thrusts. "So sorry mommy- sososo sorry.. never growl at you again- ah~..! I-I'll be mommy's good-.. good boy.."

The hybrid panted next to your ear, reaching his hands up and under your loose shirt to grip and massage your breasts. His fingers pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan loudly. You could feel every bit of his cock as he slammed it into you over and over again, the tip kissing your cervix which made you hiss at the slight pain it caused.

"Gonna- hnghh~.. gonna fill mommy up.. gonna be mommy's best boy again..." Leon whined, tilting his head to the side so he could nip at your neck, kissing and licking under your jaw. He sucked numerous hickeys down your neck, making quick work of the other side as well. He wanted you to remember how good he was for you, how much he was willing to do to make things better, what a good boy he was for you.

It didn't take long for him to near his own orgasm, his chin resting over your shoulder as his hands had worked their way back to your hips. He was so close; the sounds of your moans, the sinful way your pussy squelched with slick as he fucked into you, your smell, the lingering taste of you on his tongue, everything was just so overwhelming.

The puppy hybrid didn't have the words to give you warning, only a long drawn out whine as his hips stuttered forward, knot stretching you open. You came again from the feeling, barely being able to clench around his knot. It was just so big.

With his cum pumping into you, you could only groan pleasantly at the feeling of being so full, his knot having basically plugged you to the point that none of it could escape.

You could partially register Leon running his hands up and down your body, anywhere he could reach in his position, bunching up your shirt in the process. His large hands felt nice, helping you come down from your high. He was whispering something, you couldn't make out what, but it was probably the same thing he'd been spewing before.

After Leon was able to pull out of you, you made sure to reassure him over and over that he was your good boy, and he'd always be your good boy.

You made him a little snack once you'd cleaned yourself and him up, seeing as the park and your at-home playtime had influenced his appetite quite a bit. You loved to see him happy again; those beautiful blue eyes crinkled with a smile as that fluffy tail of his wagged.

Your body finally realized how tired it was once more, your brain catching up with that as well. You waved Leon, who was elated to follow you, into your room, practically bounding in like a deer. He begged to lay the way you two did on the couch, and again, who were you to deny him?

You laid back, head on your pillow as Leon nestled himself on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, turning his head to the left as he rested his arms on either side of you, his hands just barely tucked up under your pillow after pulling the blankets up over the both of you.

"You're the greatest boy anyone could ask for, Leon. Always taking such good care of me.." you whispered as his eyes closed, his tail going from a lazy wag to a stop as he fell asleep.

"I love you, my sweet boy.."

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this love | chapter one [h.c]

summary: your prince suitors have been driving you insane. after a scene you make at a ball, the king and queen have decided to put their foot down and have a knight look after you. knight meets princess. princess has conflicting thoughts about knight.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: isabel being the sweetest girl, lonely princess who is misunderstood, knight!hazel, charming!hazel, king and queen are not the best and it won’t get better from here ://, hazel is readers gay awakening (real.), no y/n!

word count: 4.7K

a/n: everything will kind of start next chapter with hazel and reader’s beginning dynamic. this is just introducing how shitty the reader is treated and the royals beliefs.

The royal life.

The poor desired what came with royalty. Wealth, status, comfortability, security, love, and even. Whatever that may be. You envied those who weren’t a part of this life.

The corset underneath your, while stunning, uncomfortable gown suffocated you while you danced with yet another new suitor who had traveled across the seas to Rockridge Palace. Prince Jeffery Williams had been the sixth — hopefully final— prince to attend yet another one of these balls that the king and queen insisted they throw for you and your suitor to get to know one another.

Prince Jeffrey would not stop talking about himself as you slow danced and it was driving you up the wall. He was somehow incredibly louder in volume than the live orchestra.

On top of his ability to talk about all of his successes, which you were sure were entirely made up, he had wandering eyes… and hands. You shouldn’t have had to move his hands from below your hip back up to your waist as many times as you did.

After the third time and disgustingly cocky smirk, you had enough. Out of impulse, you raised your foot to slam it down onto his boot-covered one. Jeffrey let out a squeal that made you smile to yourself but quickly put on a feigned expression.

“Oh dear, Prince Jeffrey. I-I must have two left feet.” You place a hand over your heart, gasping as if you didn’t deliberately harm him.

Prince Jeffrey folded over to hold onto his now throbbing foot, face turning a beat red as he forced out a chuckle. Every other maiden and man that surrounded you both had stopped their dancing to stare and gape at the scene.

“I feel faint. I must go lie down.” Prince Jeffrey excused himself, smoothing down the front of his deep navy blue tailcoat. “Until we meet again, Princess.”

“Until then.” You bow with the fakest of smiles before clearing your throat.

Jeffrey scurried away to his guest room in the palace, his own personal guard following right behind. The music resumed, much louder than before as you locked eyes with your mother from across the grand room conversing with Jeffrey's mother.

You could feel her anger radiating through her heavy breathing and sudden excusing herself from the queen of Jeffrey’s kingdom. Other townspeople moved themselves out of the way as your mother swiftly made her way towards you.

There was a slight chance you may have gone a tad far with the aggression.

“Oh, sweet pea,” your mother sing-songs as she approaches you, hands folded elegantly in front of her torso, “Is it time for bed then?”

You knew there was a hint of anger laced in her sickenly sweet words. It wasn’t to fool you, though, but the surrounding guests. There was no fighting her, at least, at that very moment.

“Mother, I do feel quite drowsy. Would it be alright to head to bed?” You plaster on the same faux smile, sucking in a deep breath.

“I would highly suggest it. Now, go on then. I must tell these disappointed guests that the ball must come to an end.” Her smile unknowingly dropped as she ended her sentence.

You nod your heavy head, turning on your heels to make your way out of the grand ballroom to your bedroom. As you keep your head down to avoid the wandering eyes and whispers of: ‘Where’s the princess going?’ and ‘What happened with Prince Jeffrey?’. You hear footsteps trailing behind you, turning your head slightly to see the one person who could stand to be around in this entire palace.

“What did Prince Jeffrey do?” Isabel, your handmaiden and only friend, questions who as she sped up to walk side-by-side with you.

You sigh, retracting the groan that was threatening to escape.

“He was a conceited and handsy idiot just like Walter, Arthur, Abraham, Edmund, and Bennett. I couldn’t stand him, Isabel. They are quite literally all the same.”

Isabel visibly frowns, nodding along to your words. You tilt your head up to glance at the dulled hallways of the palace. Paintings of your family line hung up along the velvet red walls — four-time great-grandparents in order down to you and your elder sister; Moira.

“Well, this has already been the sixth suitor. The King and Queen already said that you had to decide by your twentieth.” Isabel carefully reminded you, fiddling with the string of the front of her simple yet beautifully fitting dress.

“That’s just it. I don’t have any desire to marry. Especially to men like that.” You seethed, approaching your high bedroom doors.

The divine vine and floral gold design decorate the dark wood. You wrapped your fingers around the handle to tug it open, grunting softly at how heavy the door was. Isabel quickly rushed to your aid, pulling the door backward. You thanked her quietly before marching into your room.

“Is there anything I can do?” Isabel kindly asked you, only wanting to make sure you were feeling okay.

“If you could just help me get out of this ridiculous dress.” You let out a groan which caused the green-eyed woman to chuckle.

“Of course, princess.” Her tone was teasing as she approached you from behind to begin undoing the laces that were keeping the corset tight on your aching body.

You huff out a soft laugh at the words as you insisted multiple times that you hated being addressed as Princess by the maidens, knights, guards, and kitchen staff that lived in the palace. Especially Isabel. She was more than just your handmaiden and personal attendant, she was your friend that you cared for.

Once she unraveled the last lace, you breathed correctly for the first time since your mother and the other maidens forced you into the constricting dress. She patted your tense back with a sigh.

“Better?”

Nodding through a soft pant, you say: “Incredibly.”

You both chuckle as you gradually sit on your large mattress.

“Anything else you may need?” Isabel questions as she stands next to you on the bed, torso meeting your temple.

Your eyes soften at her question, calming down as you take in a deep breath. You take her soft hands in yours, shaking your head.

“You’re too kind to me, Bel. I think I should just lie down now. You should rest as well before I have to endure whatever my parents will say tomorrow.” You nod, your voice is equally as gentle to her.

Isabel nodded, not having much more to add to the conversation. It was now entirely too late for either of you. The sun had been set since the ball began, the darkness taking over the once bright blue sky.

“Well, we’ll speak more in the morning.” Isabel nodded curtly, giving your hands a single squeeze.

“First thing.” You nod, releasing her hands.

Sharing one more smile, you watch as she leaves your grand room. A lonely feeling settles in your chest as you begin to undress for the night. You knew in the morning you were going to endure your mother and father’s scolding and lectures about how to not ‘embarrass their lineage’ and how ‘childish’ you were.

If you were silent enough and held your breath, you could hear the voices from the ballroom; disappointed and angry with the event ending early. Maybe you had gone too far this time with Prince Jeffrey.

No, he was not appealing by any means.

Left in your slip dress, you slowly crawl underneath the silky sheets covering your large mattress. Once your head laid down on the sheets, you fell into a familiar exhausted slumber.

You were awoken from an empty dream by the morning horns, the sun's rays beaming in through the tall windows near your bed. You sat up quickly, pushing your frizzy hair out of your face.

Without any sort of warning, you hear your bedroom door swing open. Following in were three of your usual maidens who helped you get ready in the morning. Isabel then trailed in soon after, flashing you a quick smile as you appeared extremely tired.

“Morning, princess.” All three of the maidens speak in unison causing you to quickly put on that fake persona.

“Morning, Mildred,” you nod towards Mildred; tall and blonde. “Vivian,” her baby face and dark skin shine as she bows. “Beth.” Her fiery hair shone in the sunlight as she, too, bowed in respect towards you.

“The king and queen have called you in to share some crucial news in the throne room,” Mildred speaks up, eyes boring into yours.

Your brows furrow immediately at the different choice of words. After incidents like last night, it would be the same from either of the girls: “The king and queen are requesting your presence.”

News? What news could there possibly be?

“Well, I should get dressed then. Can’t have them waiting too long.” You nod slowly, removing your now warm bed sheets from your body.

Isabel rushed to your wardrobe as Beth scurried to your side to help you out of bed.

You were exceptionally privileged and you were aware of it. Especially in these instances where you could easily dress yourself and make up your room but the maidens did it for you. It makes you feel lazy and useless.

“This dress should be perfect. Not too tight around the waist and flattering.” Isabel approached you with said dress in the palms of her hands, grinning kindly.

You trusted her so you thanked her quietly, allowing them to take over.

Within minutes, your tossed sheets were made finely by Mildred and Vivian. Isabel and Beth helped you into the dress, making sure your undergarments were hidden by the other fabrics.

The fit was quite pleasant, you must admit. The front was a bit lower than you had thought but you had rarely been so comfortable in your wardrobe without it just being those undergarments.

Your natural hair flowed down and over your shoulders, a black ribbon tied to keep half of it out of your face. A few flyways escaped but you enjoyed how it frames your face. The girls clamored around you, hands on every part of your dress to smooth out wrinkles.

God forbid the princess appear imperfect in any way.

Once they had finished getting you ready, they left the room, leaving you and Isabel to walk down the beautifully decorated halls to make your way to where your presence was requested.

“Do you have any idea what this news could be?” You mutter softly, eyes locked on Isabel’s side profile.

“I’m not sure if it’s true but apparently in the late of the night, the king and queen discussed assigning a knight to look over you,” Isabel whispered as her eyes darted to the line of knights that were passing by the two of you.

The metal clanked as they walked in an orderly fashion. You assumed it was for training as they tended to take about two hours to train before standing in their assigned places around the castle.

“Look over me?” You asked in disbelief.

You weren’t a toddler that needed to be looked after. You already felt your blood boiling as you were approaching the grand archway of the throne room.

“That was all I heard passing by Linda and Nina in the kitchen this morning.” Isabel quickly whispered.

Linda and Nina were older women in the kitchen who, although talented in the kitchen, gossiped about you constantly. You assumed it was jealousy of either your title or your youth.

Your eyes darted from the high marble archways to the gold-lined thrones that sat both of your parents. Your attitude was already set in place as you walked up just a few feet from them. The stomping of your everyday flats echoed against the floors, revealing how irritated you already were.

“Father—“ You began with annoyance laced in your tone.

“No!” His deep voice echoed, cutting you off as he slammed down his staff.

Out of the corner of your eye, Isabel flinched at the loud sound. Your breathing was heavy as you maintained eye contact with your father. He didn't scare you as he did his overly dramatic actions.

It only increased the amount of hatred you had towards him. Your mother remained silent, glancing at your father before flickering her eyes back to you.

“I am going to talk. You are going to listen and not interrupt me. I have had it with this… humiliating attitude you’ve decided to put on.” Your father seethed, a vein on his neck protruding. “Prince Jeffrey is a guest in our kingdom and you embarrassed him. This temper is childish. You will be twenty by mid-July and you’re behaving this way. Moira had not been so stubborn about her suitors as you have.”

You felt your nostrils flare as of course, he was blaming you for the way Prince Jeffrey had reacted last night. It was never a man's fault, no. Only you and your temper. Throwing you and your elder sister’s differences in your face as well wasn’t unheard of.

“You must formally apologize to both Jeffrey and the Queen effective immediately.” Your mother intervened, her tone rather calm in comparison to your father.

You remained silent, simply nodding to her words. There was no point in arguing as you knew they were going to shut you down. You watched as your parents exchanged a look before shifting in their thrones.

“Now, because of your rather upsetting actions the night prior, your mother and I have chosen a knight to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Your father sucked in a deep breath before continuing his words. “Dame Callahan will be your knight.”

Your eyes narrowed as you heard ‘dame’ instead of ‘sir’. There were very few knights that were women so you were automatically expecting there to be a man. You knew of Sir Callahan as he was a noble knight that you’ve known since you were a child but not Dame Callahan.

“Sir Callahan has a daughter?” You question, folding your hands in front of you.

This was certainly news to you. You weren’t even aware that he had a wife to begin with, let alone a secret daughter.

“Indeed. Now, she’s only had her knight status for a year but hopefully, you’ll adapt to her professionalism. Learn from her.” Your mother answers, her brows raising at you accusingly. “She should be arriving any minute now.”

As if right on cue, you hear the horns from the guards outside echo faintly. You turn your neck to glance at the hallway that leads to the main entryway doors.

“Well,” your father cleared his throat, “Let’s go and properly greet them, yes?”

Your eyes locked with Isabel who was already peering down the hallway where you all were headed. You approach her with a forced grin, locking your arm with hers as you take your time walking towards the grand entrance. Her eyes soften as she knows you are feeling a range of emotions about this whole arrangement.

“How are you doing?” Isabel hums, trying to keep quiet as the king and queen are just a foot behind you two.

“Other than absolutely infuriated,” you suck in a deep breath, tilting your head at the freckled woman, “Alright.”

Isabel nods, not knowing what to do now. You knew you were being short but you didn't want to say something you didn't mean out of anger towards the kind woman. You simply pressed your head to hers gently to show you were listening.

“I’m sure Dame Callahan won’t be as difficult as your parents are.” Isabel sighs, keeping her volume quiet. “You might even like her. Make a new friend that isn’t me.”

You gape at her words, nudging her with your hip as you both chuckle to yourselves. You cherish these fleeting moments of joy, holding onto them to keep for your worser days.

“What are you insinuating?”

“Nothing.” Isabel shook her head, her laughter fading as the front door guards were now holding the heavy wood open.

You glanced at Isabel once more before releasing her arm to walk past the guards in their uniforms of the castle's flag colors, watching as they bowed as you and your parents passed by. You nod in response before stepping out on the open staircase, the sun’s beams burning into your skin.

Rounding the corner of the gates was a person on a dark brown horse — borderline black. You feel Isabel’s tense presence along with your father’s looming figure and your mother’s petite one.

You fixed your posture, taking in one deep breath as you awaited her arrival.

“Oh, sweet pea, this dress was not the most appropriate choice.” You hear your mother utter as she judgingly ranks her eyes up and down your frame.

“I can’t change now, Mother, so it’ll have to do.” You snarkily replied, eyes locked ahead of you.

You didn't have to be facing your mother to know she did not appreciate your response. Letting it go for now, you, your parents, and Isabel begin to wave at who you assumed to be Dame Callahan. The stranger knight tugs on the maritangle causing the horse to stop in its tracks right in front of the impressive stone steps.

Callahan begins to make her way up the steps, giving you a better look at her.

It had to have just been you, but you took in how perfect her skin appeared as she grew closer. You could feel Isabel’s eyes burning into the side of your head, clearly waiting for some sort of reaction to Dame Callahan.

First, she greeted both of your parents addressing them with their assigned greetings. Her voice was velvety, charming almost. You waited patiently for her to greet you, hands flexing anxiously by your sides. She didn't appear knight-like as all she was wearing were a pair of black boots, a simple commoner-appearing outfit, and a leather belt that held her sword in that same leather material.

“Princess,” she addresses you before kneeling on one knee, gingerly taking her hand in her gloved one. You tense as she leans her head forward to place her lips on the back of your hand.

Her eyes peer up at you, her dark lashes highlighting her alluring blue eyes. You hadn’t uttered a word yet, completely forgetting all the words you’ve ever known. Dame Callahan releases your hand once she notices how eerily still you’ve become.

“Princess, I’ve heard a lot of things about you,” Callahan speaks again, adjusting the belt on her waist to respectfully smile at you.

Has she already let go of your hand? You thought to yourself. You feel a sharp bone drive into your lower back which causes you to inhale, becoming aware of what was going on. You caress the hand that she had kissed before holding your hands in front of your hips.

“I hope they were all good things.” You reply, regaining your proper posture.

“Yes,” Dame Callahan replies, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “Though, they surely forgot to mention your beauty.”

You blink. Did she just compliment you? It could be an out-of-respect situation. Kissing up to you as you were certain that your parents weren’t that kind with informing Dame Callahan about being assigned to you.

“Oh, well,” you nod, feeling out of your own body. “Thank you, Dame Callahan.”

“Of course, Princess.” She, again, responds with such a poised attitude.

You were feeling extremely conflicted about Dame Callahan. A part of you wanted to get to know her; starting with her first name. Another part was admiring her side profile as she spoke to your father and mother. Why were you admiring her in the first place? You weren’t entirely sure.

“Well, Dame Callahan could settle into her new manor as we prepare the welcome lunch.” Your mother spoke up which caught your attention. “Sweet pea?”

You blink and turn to your mother to see her waiting impatiently for you to say something. Dame Callahan’s head was tilted with furrowed brows as you seemed to be zoning in and out of the conversation.

“Oh! Right! I can show you where you’ll be staying.” You send Dame Callahan a short grin, afraid to stare at her for too long.

The new knight nodded, respectfully bowing at both of your parents and Isabel before stepping to the side to allow you to go first. You begin to make your way down the steps as the manor for the knight's living space is a tower away from the main palace. The hot sun beeped down on your skin, a cool spring breeze brushing past your flowing hair.

The whole walk to the manor was eerily quiet. Neither you nor Dame Callahan were making any form of small talk. All you could hear were the horses huffing a few feet away in the stables, the clinking of metal from the other knights in uniform, and the chirping of the birds in the surrounding trees.

Your shoulders brushed for a mere second as she walked alongside you. You could see from your peripheral stealing glances at you like she wanted to say something but not uttering a word. To be fair, you were doing the same thing.

As you approach the large wooden door, you turn to her as you pause right in front of the entryway. She, too, pauses her steps with you, eyes locking on your face.

Why was her stare burning into you more than the sun? It felt so intense.

“This is the knight’s manor. I will see you around the lunch hour then.” You say.

Out of fear of flushing in her presence, you avoid pouring your eyes into her bright ones.

Dame Callahan nods, and a crinkle between her brows forms. “Is everything alright, princess?”

“Yes, of course. I think I’m just hungry.” You nod slowly, a nervous smile forming on your face.

Could she see right through you? It sure seemed like it. Callahan simply nods, knowing better than to press on such a matter, especially with a princess.

“Right, yes. I’ll just…” She trailed off, pointing to the door.

Your eyes followed her finger before a wave of embarrassment washed over you. A nervous laugh left your lips before nodding and waving your hand towards the door.

“Until lunch then.”

Dame Callahan’s lips quipped into a smile that seemed endearing. She placed a hand on the iron ring and tugged the door open. She bowed ever so slightly.

“Until then, princess.”

The door shut with a loud clunk, flinching at the sudden noise. For the rest of the morning, all you could think about was the way she said ‘princess’ towards you.

Lunch-time arrived in the middle of an etiquette lesson with Mrs. DuBois. The bells went off causing you instantly slouch in your seat. Your back was killing you from how aligned you were forcing onto yourself.

“We’ll continue this lesson tomorrow.” Mrs. DuBois sharply tapped at your back to get you to straighten your posture. “Though, I do not understand the point of this. You slouch so much, you are becoming a hunchback, princess.”

You send her a tight-lipped grin as you smooth down your dress. Isabel was waiting patiently for you in the corner of the room so she could walk you out.

“Lunch calls.” You force a laugh out.

Mrs. DuBois, unamused, nods before turning her back towards you and Isabel. You frown at her obvious attitude before motioning with your head towards the door. Isabel got the hint and gave Mrs. DuBois a quick goodbye.

Once they were out into the hallway, you began to chuckle with Isabel at how stuck-up Mrs.DuBois was.

“She said I have a hunchback, Bel. How dramatic is that?” You scoff, shaking your head.

“I swear, she’s never once felt an ounce of joy in her entire life.” Isabel added on, rounding the corner.

You two are giggling when you walk into the enormous dining hall. You could smell the delicious stew the staff had cooked for you all. You caught sight of Dame Callahan already sitting at the elongated table.

Right in front of your seat next to your mother.

“She’s sitting right across from me.” You slow down your feet, growing anxious to approach the table.

Isabel furrowed her brows, following your eyes to see Dame Callahan already conversing with your mother. Unable to comprehend what was wrong about that, she asks: “Is that bad?”

“No. Not necessarily. Just…” You trail off as you approach the table with Isabel.

You couldn’t even think of a valid excuse for how you felt about her place at the table. Why was she doing this to your mind? Maybe it was the thought that from this point forward, she was going to be quite literally around every corner, near you around the clock from dusk to dawn.

Sure, Isabel was already that but she had been around you for years. Dame Callahan was new and a stranger.

“Oh! Sweet pea, we were just discussing what exactly Dame Callahan will be doing whilst being your knight.” Your mother looked over at the intimidating knight, an overly friendly smile on her face.

You glance at your mother before taking your place right next to your father, Isabel sitting on the other side of you. All of the bowls of steaming hot beef stew thankfully distracted you as you patiently waited for your father to signal that it was okay to eat.

By that, you meant ‘the king always eats first.’ Once he took his first sip, you began to dig in shamelessly.

“So, Dame Callahan,” your father started, voice deep and booming.

“Yes, sir?” She perked up, eyes wide with patience.

“Your father never mentioned your name.” He plainly stated.

You, too, were curious about her first name, eyes darting over to her sharp features that were highlighted by the sun peeking in through the large windows. Her eyes flickered to you, strangely enough, before uttering her name.

“Hazel, your majesty.” She nodded, a smile forming on her perfectly pink lips.

Hazel. It suited her, you thought. Its simplicity was beautiful.

“It’s a lovely name.” You confess, sending her the least awkward smile you could muster.

Hazel’s eyes locked with yours. Her smile matched yours; genuine and kind.

“Thank you, princess.”

You break eye contact first, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of her stare. You continue eating, eyes dancing from person to person as they add to the conversation. After everyone listened to how Hazel’s journey was to the kingdom, it was around the same time that everyone was finishing up their bread and stew.

“Well, I believe this is the first time you’ve not spoken during a feast,” your father speaks up, eyes locking on yours.

“I don’t have much to say, father.” You quip.

“You’re not always that way, sadly enough.” His tone was quite obviously degrading and meant to humiliate you.

You prod your tongue into the inside of your cheek, wondering why he was starting this right now. Hazel had just arrived and he was already trying to pick a fight with you.

“Oh, your majesty, it’s alright. I think I’ve talked enough for now,” Hazel quickly buts in.

You glance at her, furrowing your brows at her unexpectedly. She was looking directly at your father for just a moment before sending you a soft look.Your father hadn’t replied back to Hazel’s quick words but you feared he might. You straighten your back and clear your throat as you stand up, smoothing down your dress

“I’m feeling full now. May I leave the dining table?” You stare expectantly at your parents, hoping they would just let you this one time.

Your mother simply nods as you turn to Isabel who had already finished her meal. She took that as a hint to leave as well, nodding respectfully towards your parents and Hazel. Her familiar arms lock with yours as you walk down the hallway to venture to your room.

“She seems nice.” Isabel spoke first, looking at you for confirmation that you felt that same way.

You didn’t know what to feel.

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balkanradfem · 1 year

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Do you ever think about how sad and messed up it is to grow up in this world as a little girl who likes to read. Because you are a child, and you don't get that there's a difference in who writes the books, you read everything you like, you read the adventures and the fantasy and the mysteries and the traumatic stuff and if you're also very isolated and lonely, these books build your worldview. Because why wouldn't they? They're written by humans, so they have the attitudes, opinions, perceptions, morals and spirits of human beings in them, they're telling you what humans think and feel about things, how they go about situations, what they imagine, what they desire. What your role in all this is, or what it could potentially be.

But, since you are not capable of differentiating the material, and you just read what is available to you, you end up reading a lot of books written by m*n. You also have to go thru the required reading at school - 90% written by m*n. And so slowly, since young age, without even socializing or learning it thru interaction, you find yourself in a world shaped by minds who do not have empathy for women, especially not for little girls. You find yourself relating to the male protagonists, but you also find out that girls only play a passive role in their stories. You find that m*n problems are centered, made important, their suffering and violence critical points in the story, while women are cast aside as helpers, servants, givers, caretakers, and generally just exist in the background, not a thought given to what they are going thru.

You learn thru books written by m*n, that your experience is secondary. Even if you cast yourself as the adventuring, immensely important and struggling protagonist, even then the other women in your mind end up being just background characters, caregivers who do not need a thought spared for their suffering.

Books written by m*n, even for children, will trivialize female suffering to the point where they shape the child's mind into one that looks at the world from a male perspective. Where women either don't matter, or are capable only of giving and aiding, to be cast aside for more important matters, such as male aspirations for their own lives.

Thinking back, I understand why I felt myself unimportant and trivial in any social setting - I understood my role from the written word, and I knew adults found me trivial, secondary, only a background figure to someone else's adventure or mission. As much as I could fight it in my fantasies, and make myself the main character, it felt like a pipe dream, like something that was incredible self-indulged and selfish and would never translate to reality.

I wish it had been different. I wish I had been introduced specifically and only to books written by women, for women. I wish I had found empathy for myself in those books. I wish I had found myself standing on high ground, equal ground, with other women, our desires centered, our lives translated into tales of epic importance - because that's what they are. I wish I had been born into a world where female perspective is available from the start, not after years of growing up and finding feminist literature and having to re-write my own role in my brain, from all of those years of reading male perspective as the default.

I don't think any little girl should be exposed to literature that shape her world as a place where she doesn't matter. I don't think books written by males and shaped by their worldview should be allowed into children's literature, or teenage or for young adults. Girls should not be learning from fiction that their most important value is empathy and understanding for male problems, and their second, to be desired and/or helpful to them, all while being treated as nothing but service and background noise until you're desired for something. We need to open books and find out that we matter too. That our lives can be the center of our existence, rather than being in the service of someone else's life.

#reading as a little girl #analysis of male written literature #radical feminism #feminism #worldview shaped by books #radfem #radblr #thinking of all of the books i absorbed in my childhood where women didn't matter :(#and how messed up thoughts i ended up having of trying to be helpful and useful in order to have value #but i would never have value #because i was a girl in a misognystic world #and the books were informing me of that #and all i wanted was a bit of escape from reality #fiction written by men is garbage :(

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mori233 · 7 months

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐅𝐄𝐌.

𝑻𝑾: 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.

•Alastor Arawn, known as the most feared and respected hitman in the criminal underworld, was an imposing figure. With his impressive appearance, he was a handsome man, tall and with a strong and toned physique. Always dressed in an impeccable black suit, his deep blue eyes like the ocean stood out on his face, highlighting his prominent dark circles. His black hair was always perfectly groomed.

• However, behind this intimidating appearance, Alastor carried a difficult and abusive life story. He had never known true love, except for the crumbs his broken mother had given him. Her voice echoed in his dark thoughts, reminding him that when he found someone to love, it should be different from his father. Never hurt, only love unconditionally, giving everything he had.

• Despite his solitary life, Alastor dreamed of having a normal life with someone to love. However, he knew that this was an unattainable wish given the world he lived in. Despite this, he continued to yearn for love, his heart aching at times, an eternal struggle against his thoughts.

• Despite his dedication to work, Alastor accumulated a considerable fortune. However, he never spent his money on anything, preferring to save it. This choice resulted in his rise to billionaire status, and he ended up buying a mansion in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods. The house was discreet, just like the people who inhabited it.

•Highly trained in the art of killing, Alastor always came out victorious in his missions. His life was constantly at stake in the dangerous underworld game, but he effortlessly eliminated his opponents. He was a constant threat to those who tried to take him down, always one step ahead.

•Alastor possessed a sharp intelligence for reading people, especially those who sought him out for their own gains. His keen instinct allowed him to identify the motivations and true intentions of anyone who crossed his path. He knew he couldn't easily trust the people around him, being cautious and always acting with extreme suspicion.

•Despite his painful and dark life in the criminal underworld, Alastor Arawn harbored a burning desire for love and a different life. He was a feared and respected figure, but also someone who longed to find someone who would love him unconditionally, accepting him in his entirety, including his inner demons. For now, he would continue his lonely journey, always staying alert and readily willing to protect the only thing that truly mattered: his own life.

•At least until you arrived, my beautiful wife, Alastor's story took on a new chapter. He remembered so well the first time he saw you, that memory was one of the most cherished among all he had by his side.

•On that day, Alastor was on one of his missions, tasked with eliminating a low-level criminal. However, there was a small problem: the target was about to perform in an orchestra concert. Alastor knew he had to act with caution.

•He entered the grand concert venue, a place lavishly decorated with the luxuries of society. Powerful individuals were present, but he knew they weren't from the underworld, as the government hid that reality from the population to avoid chaos. But Alastor was not there to dwell on that, he had a clear objective.

•Sitting discreetly behind the target, Alastor was able to appreciate the music that filled the room. Each instrument blended into a beautiful and enchanting melody. Curiously, as the music softly diminished, revealing even more incredible sounds, a new melody captured Alastor's keen ears. Definitely, someone stood out among all, maybe it was a piano, although the area where the person played was somewhat dark.

•The sweet and seductive melody touched the seemingly dead heart of Alastor. He was enchanted with every beat of his heart, just like the people around him who looked admirably at the new sound. Nevertheless, Alastor never forgot the real reason for being there, for having his target seated in front of him.

•Then, a light illuminated the skilled person playing the piano, revealing a beautiful woman elegantly dressed in a dress and high heels. Her fingers danced professionally across the keys of the black piano. Alastor opened his eyes, his heart racing as if it would burst. He was so enchanted to see you for the first time that, for a few minutes, he completely forgot his true purpose there.

•As soon as the performance ended, everyone stood up, including Alastor, to applaud standing up. His piercing blue eyes stared at every fiber of your being, he needed to find out more about you. As your target left, Alastor followed calmly, effortlessly, but his mind was completely focused on you, on the beautiful figure that seemed like an angel playing that piano.

•When the target passed through an alley, Alastor pulled out a gun with a built-in silencer from inside his suit and, with little effort, eliminated him. As soon as Alastor left the alley, the underworld "cleaners" quickly took care of cleaning the area and removing the target's body.

•Alastor became increasingly intrigued by you, perhaps that's the right word to describe his feeling towards you. He started investigating everything about you, attending all your piano performances. It was quite easy, considering you were a professional and extremely famous pianist.

•He always watched you from afar, but suddenly he couldn't stay away anymore. You became the only thing he would never allow to leave his life. Alastor collected information about you, discovering your likes, passions, your family, your favorite food, and even the address where you lived. He knew everything about you, while you had no idea who he was.

•The first time he approached you was strange. After one of your performances, you saw him, a tall man dressed in an elegant suit, approaching. Alastor was calm, though cautious. He found you so adorable, but the silence between you was awkward. Quickly, like a trained professional in various situations, he complimented you and gently kissed your hand.

•After that encounter, things started to go right for Alastor. The killer felt more and more enchanted by you. You were calm, reserved, and kind, rarely speaking. This made Alastor need to communicate more to get closer to you.

•However, one day, a man approached you and flirted shamelessly. This enraged the assassin. He smiled falsely kindly at the man and pushed him away from you. His mother's words echoed in his mind, no one would take you away from him. You were the only person he felt such strong and intense emotions for.

•Alastor had always lived a dangerous life filled with dark secrets. As a hitman, he learned to trust only himself and to hide his true intentions behind a charming mask.

•Alastor's feelings for you grew overwhelmingly, becoming stronger and uncontrollable. He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side, protected and safe from all the evil that could haunt you.

•As the days went by, you found yourself deeply enchanted by the mysterious man named Alastor Arawn. He was always present at all your performances, always watching you with a caring look. This gesture amazed you, and you couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome.

•The assassin, in turn, began to get more and more involved in your life. An idea began to take shape in his mind: to retire from the world of shadows and leave behind his life as a hitman. This decision was not easy, as it involved completing a mission considered impossible by many. However, Alastor managed to overcome it, showing his unmatched determination and skill.

•Alastor's retirement caused a great turmoil in the underworld of crime, after all, Joker had abandoned his career without leaving any traces or explanations. No one knew the true reason behind this decision, which further increased curiosity and speculations.

•After leaving everything behind, he finally entered into a relationship with you. Alastor was extremely affectionate, always spoiling, taking care of, and showing his love for you. You got married, becoming husband and wife, but even after the marriage, you never discovered your husband's true dark past.

•Alastor was skilled at hiding his sinful and dark emotions. You were his world, the beating heart that made him feel complete. He would do anything to ensure your safety, your love, and to have you by his side. To him, that was love. It was the kind of love he had always yearned for in his life, the love he thought he didn't deserve.

•Despite his gentle, patient, and understanding personality, Alastor also showed a certain level of paranoia. This was not surprising, given everything he had witnessed and faced in his life. He had tendencies of overprotection and traces of obsession, even after getting married. However, all of this could be overlooked with plenty of love and understanding. The issues that arose in your relationship were distinct.

•Alastor can also be an extremely dedicated husband. He is skilled in various areas. Alastor is also an excellent cook, cleans the house impeccably, and even knows how to sew. He always seeks to improve his skills to be useful to you.

•Furthermore, Alastor is extremely affectionate towards you. He loves to pamper you and showers you with care and attention. He takes pride in having you as his wife and sees you as the center of his world. Whenever possible, he whispers sweet words in your ear, reaffirming how special you are to him.

•However, beneath all this love and attention, hides Alastor's yandere side. He is capable of becoming obsessive and possessive to the point of becoming dangerous. He can't stand the idea of losing you or seeing you get involved with other people. These emotions can lead him to act violently or extremely to ensure that you are always by his side.

•"Mine, mine [Name], my goddess, my wife, I love how your fingers touch that piano. Can you teach me to play?."

#yandere x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yandere husband

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hey, how are you doing?

I would like to ask for a one shot (Victor Zsasz x Female!reader) where the reader is kidnapped and used as a bait by some guys that wanna kill Zsasz.

Risk and Protect

Victor Zsasz x Female! Reader

Summary: Victor goes on a mission to save you after past enemies decide they want revenge on him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, and Victor's scars

Word Count: 1,525

A/N: I've always loved fics like this. And I'm doing great, thank you for asking! I hope you're doing good too!

Victor has a lot of enemies. It only makes sense for someone who kills random people for a living. But he never really worried about it for a while.

He was a lone ranger of sorts, only working with the Zsaszettes in a professional manner. And after letting himself get close to Falcone and feeling that pain of losing him, Victor promised himself he wouldn't let his own attachments get in the way again. It was for the best.

But then you happened. Of course, you walked into his life when he least expected it.

And although Victor is a smart man, he couldn't logically find a way to let you go. His heart won, but he always worried that this would end up being a mistake.

And today, he really believed it was.

He quite literally had eyes on you 24/7. If it wasn't his own, then it was a couple of the Zsaszettes. He knew that there were people out there to get him. And no matter how hard he tried to hide you away and keep you safe, he knew that he could only do so much.

Victor had a lot of hits today, so he assigned a couple Zsaszettes to watch over you while he was out. He promised you he'd be back that night to spend time with you.

And you were really happy with this arrangement. You had actually befriended a few of his workers, enjoying the random conversations you would have with them. Plus, they made you feel safe to be around. They may have been pretty faces, but they were incredibly skilled and powerful as well. They felt secure.

But unfortunately, they weren't ready for 15 armed men to burst into the place on such a gentle evening. Even Victor couldn't predict just how far his enemies would go, ganging up to increase their numbers and their chances that they could catch you.

The Zsaszettes did the best they could to hide you before the men got to you. They managed to hold them off for a bit, but sadly, it only ended in bloodshed.

A few of the men were killed upon entry, a few others were injured. But the girls were out numbered, and they ended dying to protect you. They cared about following Victor's orders of course, but they also cared about you. Your safety was their priority as much as Victor's, and they sadly gave up their lives for you.

You were choking on your sobs as you tried to hold them back, watching the scene unfold in the hidden away room near the back of the apartment.

But with one wrong movement, you had bumped the wall with your elbow, and the remaining men froze.

Your eyes widened as you watched a couple of them walk towards your hiding area, ripping open the door.

They each took an arm and dragged you out of the room, a quick hit to the head forcing darkness upon you.

***

Victor rushed home just 30 minutes later when both Zsaszettes didn't pick up his calls. He even reached out to you, only to be met with your voicemail.

When he stormed into the apartment, he lost his breath. Two of his most loyal workers laid dead on the ground. The whole area was trashed and bloodied, and Victor could only hope that none of the red liquid was yours.

He searched around for you frantically, but all he managed to find was your phone, all of his attempts at calling and messaging you still listed on your lock screen.

But the latest message on your phone was one he didn't send.

You know where to find us. You have 1 hour.

He had a hunch that someone was after him these past few weeks, but he didn't know that they would drag you into this. But this would prove to be their biggest mistake.

He knew where you were. And although he didn't care to know who these men were, they would all end up dead just the same.

***

Victor smirked when he saw the building in view. He had to give them some props to be honest. They did pretty well staking out their own assassins in the area. But he couldn't expect anything less.

He was Gotham's best, so they knew that they had to prepare for him to arrive. They were wanting his head, after all.

But they clearly weren't as smart as they thought.

He had a few of his Zsaszettes set up on the opposite side of the building, their guns already beginning to fire blindly at the men.

This caused all of them to turn towards the shots, the rest of the men beginning to rush to the area.

With their backs turned, Victor began to take down each assassin, his own gun completely muffled from the chaos.

Each shot was like a silent blast of air, and men's bodies were hitting the ground without anyone noticing.

But by the time they did catch on to what was happening, it was too late. There were only a couple men left, and they were met with a bullet to the head before they could even spot where he was.

But Victor knew his battle wasn't over. You were still inside, and he was certain the "boss" and the rest of his men would be there too.

The Zsaszettes were ready for his call, but Victor wanted to finish the battle alone.

It was almost humorous for him in a way. They would have been stupid to mess with Victor in general, but to put your life in danger too? That only made his next plan even more enjoyable.

Victor walked into the building innocently, knowing they weren't going to kill him immediately. These men were too prideful for that. They wanted to toy with him, torture him, maybe even hurt you to make his own suffering worse.

The thought made him sick, but he kept his cool.

"Gentleman," Victor greeted, his eyes not leaving yours.

It pained him to see you strapped to that chair, your eyes full of fear. What made it worse though was the fact that he knew you weren't scared for yourself- you were scared for him. He never wanted to worry you like this ever again.

And thankfully, you looked unscathed. Your shirt was a little wrinkled, and your mascara had smudged, but there were no cuts or bruises anywhere Victor could see. He felt relieved.

"Victor!"

His eyes finally left yours to look at the brute man before him.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to my brother!"

Victor sighed. "Brother? I kill dozens of people a week. You think I care about what I did to your brother?"

The man was seething and ready to burst.

"But, if I do recall," Victor rolled up his sleeve. "I think he was probably... this one, right here." He pointed to a scar near his elbow.

Suddenly, the man let out a loud scream, beginning to charge at Victor.

His two men continued to stand next to you, their hands already beginning to reach for their guns.

You watched as Victor dodged away from the man, managing to slip in a swift punch to the gut.

The man spun back around and landed a sharp kick to Victor's shin, causing him to collapse.

You let out a muffled scream at this, worried that would be the end of the battle for your partner.

However, Victor took advantage of this new viewpoint, quickly grabbing the small gun from the man's belt.

With two loud bangs, both men beside you collapsed to the floor, not even able to fire off their own weapons in time.

Another two loud shots resounded as you watched the boss fall beside his fellow partners in crime, yelling and screaming at Victor.

You could see a bloody wound in each of his knees as a pool began to form around him.

Victor jumped to his feet and made his way towards you, helping you our of your binds. All the while, he continued to apologize and tell you just how worried he was.

"This will never happen again. I'm sorry I-"

"Victor," you softly smiled. "I'm okay. We're going to be alright, yeah?"

He quietly sighed and brought his lips to your forehead, silently agreeing. Even in the most chaotic moments, you were able to bring him a sense of peace that he never knew existed before.

Once he knew you were okay, he dragged his attention back to your kidnapper.

"As much as I'd love to see your entrails splayed across the floor, I have some other matters to attend to."

And with that, a single shot was made in the center of the man's head. You watched as his head lulled to the side and his eyes went blank.

You squirmed away a bit, but you felt Victor wrap his arm around your waist.

"What were these other matters you have to do?" you asked, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Our date night, of course."

#gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz fluff #gotham victor zsasz #victor zsasz

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thelunarfairy · 6 months

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The lonely prince of the moon 🌙

Have you made your wish to him today? Did not you know? The Moon Prince can grant wishes, but he asks for one thing in return.

If your desire is to find out more about him, then you will have to give him your patience, because this little boy will not fulfill your wish so easily, how long have you been waiting for this?

Amane and Hanako, two names of the same person. Two versions, same story. It's incredibly contradictory how at the same time he can be such a charismatic boy and so isolated.

But, if we are going to talk about our little dreamer, let's separate him into periods.

Amane, the shy and introverted boy. He had no friends and didn't seem interested in finding any. He lived alone with his own thoughts. Could this boy be more mysterious? The marks on his skin left a trail of violence without us knowing who was to blame, and even if he was, for Amane there was no guilt.

The marked boy, the way he looked at the marks, as something he had to bear alone. People shouldn't meddle, that's what he decided.

Loneliness…

A word that is apparently part of his life, despite being born alongside the person he loved most in life. He was lonely, and didn't seem to feel loved. He wanted to leave Earth, such a bad place for him.

Amane wanted to conquer the Moon, she was so brilliant, the feeling of welcome she gave him, as if she said that if he could reach her, he would be free, he would be happy.

The way he found to get to heaven…

He went, but didn't reach the Moon, the Earth pulled him back.

Amane dies and Hanako is born.

Equally lonely and with a big weight on his back. He had two sins now, that of having killed his own brother and of having taken his own life, at least, that's all we know.

The so fragile and defenseless Amane was suffocated into his chest. And he was trapped for so long that when he resurfaces, Hanako doesn't know how to act.

When does Amane return?

When a little mermaid decides to show him her charms.

Mermaid?

Who was the girl who called him the first time?

He likes to call her Yashiro. I think you know

The first person who saw him. He wasn't an evil apparition, nor a ghost, nor a strange, perverted boy, he was her friend. Isn't that what she said?

She was the only one who little by little helped Hanako to show a little of Amane, because even though now he is the great 7 of the 7 mysteries, the great powerful ghost… He is still Amane.

There is a big difference between them. Hanako is extremely charismatic, fun, likes to joke and make stupid jokes. He has good intentions and protects those he loves. And above all, he is not a coward. Even if he made a mistake, he admits his mistake and regrets it.

But, it doesn't end up that way. He is also the person who killed his own brother, he is the person who has good intentions in some cases but solves problems in the wrong way, he uses people to achieve his own goal without thinking about what they will feel.

There is a dark side to him.

And he hates him.

This dark side that we gradually get to know, even if it hides it. And he does it so well it scares me.

People always find justifications for what he does.

He wanted to lock the girl he loves in a fake world without giving her the chance to choose, because he knew she wouldn't want to, and he decided on his own that she would live happily without him.

Good intention, bad execution.

Hanako's dark side became justifiable because people fell in love with him. Because of his dangerous charisma. Because of Amane's fragility, which sometimes reflects on Hanako.

Make no mistake, Hanako didn't stay social after he stopped being Amane Yugi, he likes Yashiro, she was the only person he had any real interest in.

Kou joined the group by force, if you remember how it all started.

Where are Hanako's other friends?

The other supernaturals either respect him or hate him. There is no middle ground.

Why don't Amane and Hanako like the idea of having friends? If there is this charisma if he has this personality that is so easily captivating, then why did he choose that?

To hide the secrets? Because he is afraid of doing something to his own friends and is afraid of losing them?

Because in the PP arc, where the ideal world of the "protagonists" was reflected, did he have friends? Did he want this?

What was stopping him?

Hanako has reflected the waning Moon in his own eyes, a well-lit and beautiful part that draws everyone's attention… And another dark part, that no one can see what it hides….

That sums it up well. The lonely prince of the Moon who wanted to be loved, but was afraid to love too much…. Why?

The boy who only had a short time to live, the one who wasn't going anywhere, the one who pushed his younger brother away just because he wanted to be healthy like him. The boy who cried at night while waiting for his brother to return, who perhaps asked the moon to bring him back. He was alone, but he didn't want to be.

So when Brother came back, he didn't feel like he was enough. Because of him Amane couldn't help but fear that one day he would leave again, because of him Amane endured things he didn't know he could, because of him Amane committed his greatest sin, or what affects him most, because of him the Amane didn't allow himself to love again.

He didn't deserve to love and be loved. That's what he thought. He didn't deserve to be alive, nor to go to the moon to fulfill his own dreams. He deserved to be alone and suffer for eternity, because nothing he does will take away the guilt.

But he got a new chance.

He is being loved again, or for the first time.

Even though he's running away, he wants this… He wants to be loved, to be forgiven, he wants to make things right.

All Hanako, or rather Amane, wants is to have a normal life, like everyone else. 🌟

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Beautiful Disaster (10)

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Meeting Satoru's family

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cw: mention of infidelity and open relationships

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When Satoru described his house to you, it sounded pretty modest, all things considered.

Based on the conversations you’ve had with Satoru and the things he likes to buy, you knew his family was rich, or at least had more money than most due to owning a law firm.

What you weren’t expecting was to be standing in front of an entire fucking estate as Satoru types in the code at the gate to get in.

They’re rich, rich and that thought kind of makes you want to vomit in the neatly trimmed bushes you’re currently walking past.

The estate is grand and luxurious. Soft snow is falling onto the acres of lawn that span the entirety of their property. Fern and Maple tree branches hang with the soft, freshly fallen snow making it look like an enchanted wonderland.

There’s a fountain in the center of the large, circular driveway surrounded by several bushes. And in the driveway there are several expensive cars, Satoru’s being among them.

He laces his fingers with yours guiding you to the front steps of the house to the large wooden double doors, passing by a wooden bridge that leads to another smaller building that sits on the lot, a little ways away from the main house.

The house is modern with multiple stories, a patio that wraps around the entire house with large glass windows to let in plenty of natural light.

The inside of the house is, to no surprise, even more grand. Everything is clean, shiny, and new.

The foyer has a table with fresh flowers on it between double staircases with marble flooring.

It’s almost impersonal in a way that screams the house was decorated by an interior designer.

Satoru leads you up one side of the staircase, down several halls, past a few closed doors to his bedroom.

The room is large and clean. He has several posters hanging on the wall over his bed, a giant TV with a game console set up under it on opposite his enormous bed. The room is clean with everything put in its place.

It would be hard to keep a house of this size clean so there’s no doubt there’s probably a few maids that help maintain organization and cleanliness. It would be impossible to keep clean on your own.

“Where are your parents?” It’s not that you thought they’d be waiting for you with open arms as soon as you walked through the front door, but you did expect to see them greeting their son after he had left for the night.

He shrugs, putting your bag down on the bed, “Around here somewhere, probably.”

Satoru presses his lips to yours, leaning you back onto his plush bed. Your legs spread automatically for him to lay between as he moves to kiss your jaw and neck, teeth grazing gently on the tender spot below your ear.

“Mm, Satoru,” you breathe, “Can we wait?”

He sighs, pouting, “Why?”

“Because we just got here. I want to look around and meet your family.”

Satoru pecks your lips a few times before muttering, “Fine,” standing and offering his hand to help you up off his bed.

There are several doors that are closed and Satoru explains those are just extra bedrooms, and when Suguru comes over or they have any parties, Suguru sleeps in one of them. The room at the end of the hall is a game room, or more of an arcade, really.

A massive sectional couch lines one wall, with a giant TV filling the entire wall space across from it. There’s a pool table, air hockey, and plenty of old-school arcade games spaced around the room.

It’s every kid's dream to have a room like this.

“This is incredible,” you laugh while looking through a bookshelf filled with board games, “I would have lived in here as a kid.”

“Yeah, I spent a lot of time in here playing while my parents were working.”

“Oh. Wasn’t that lonely?”

“Not so bad, especially once Suguru and I became friends. He stayed over a lot.”

You realize it must have been lonely being an only child with his parents always working or gone. Before you have a chance to say anything someone comes and knocks on the door of the room you’re in.

It takes you by surprise, not having expected someone to knock when the door is already open. There’s a pretty woman in the doorway with a simple uniform and a soft smile on her face, “Dinner is ready.”

Satoru rolls his eyes and groans while you giggle, “How fancy.”

Since you agreed to come to Satoru’s house with him, the two of you decided to spend most of the day with your Aunt Nagi, keeping her company for the day. She was getting ready to head out for her own dinner with a few friends when the two of you decided to leave.

As Satoru leads you through the halls upstairs, he points to the other wing of the house, up the opposite set of stairs that you initially came up stating that his parent's bedrooms are that way, along with a few studies and offices for his dad's work.

“You okay?” Satoru asks as you grab and gently squeeze his hand at the top of the stairs.

“Yeah, just nervous. This is… more than I could have imagined. What if your parents don’t like me?”

“I really don’t care what they think.”

“But I do. I’ve never done this before.”

“My dad will love you,” he kisses your temple sweetly, “Mom will come around eventually.”

“Because she’ll prefer Mei?” You ask quietly, insecure.

He nods slightly, “Dad doesn’t really care for her. Says he knows what she’s all about and what she’s after. Mom will be the harder one to win over. She really only cares about how our family acts and appears in public, and Mei is very good at that.”

At the bottom of the stairs, Satoru points out a library stating they have all kinds of books, really anything imaginable in there and to help yourself at any time. Just off the library is a staircase to the basement. He says they don’t use it very much and it’s mainly for storage, but when he had parties in high school, that’s where they would hang out.

Satoru’s parents are already seated at a large mahogany table with a chandelier over it when you walk into the dining room. The room itself is just between the double staircase and has a massive carpet under the table with simple wooden chairs surrounding it.

His dad looks up from his tablet with shining eyes and a nod of his head when you give him a shy smile, “Welcome.”

Gojo Sr. looks as you remember from seeing him in Tokyo, shopping. Tall and lanky with salt and pepper hair. Satoru is a spitting image of him, only with his mother's snow-white hair.

Turning to his mother you give her the same sweet smile. She doesn’t return it. Instead, she looks you up and down a few times, and you’re unable to read her expression.

Knowing she only cares about image, you dressed the best you could with what you had packed. It’s a simple dress that cinches in all the right places.

She doesn’t look impressed.

“Who’s this?” His mom asks and you purse your lips as you take a seat across from her with Satoru next to you; it has you wondering if he’s even bothered to mention your name.

The thought doesn’t have time to fester since you hear Gojo Sr. say your name with confidence, “He told us she’d be joining us this week, and that they started dating a few months ago. Remember, honey?”

She hums, choosing not to respond. There’s an awkward silence for a few moments that’s making you want to crawl under the table and die, but before you get the chance to do that the food is brought out by a few of the house workers.

The hustle and bustle of plates, silverware, and doors opening and closing quickly fill the space drawing out the awkwardness of the introductions that just happened.

This is probably the fanciest dinner you’ve ever been to in your entire life and you can’t imagine people eating like this every single day without a care in the world.

“Why’d you have them make dinner like this?” Satoru asks, clearly annoyed that he had to come down to eat a four-course fucking meal with his parents.

“Your mom said that it would be a good idea to impress your guest.” His dad answers.

Satoru sighs, “Right. Even though mom just acted like she had no idea who she was.”

“It’s okay,” you interject, not really wanting to be the center of attention any more than you already are, “This is wonderful, regardless.”

You smile at Satoru’s mom, but she ignores you, taking a bite of her food instead so you turn and smile at Gojo Sr.

“So, what is your degree in?” He asks.

You’re thankful to have something else to focus your attention on, rather than sitting in an odd, uncomfortable silence until everyone is done with their meals. You tell him your major and that you’re helping tutor Yuji along with picking up a few extra-curricular courses in order to get enough credits to graduate early.

“Smart. It seems like you have a good head on your shoulders.”

“And what about a family?” His mom cuts in before you’re able to respond.

“Um,” You laugh awkwardly, “I’d like to have one, one day. I think I’d like to be settled in my career first, and be in a good place financially before really considering that.”

“Degrees are useless if you plan on staying home with the children. Better to have them while you’re young.”

“Mom,” Satoru warns, glaring at her.

He knew she was going to pull some shit like this, trying to find a reason to berate you, make you feel like what you’re doing isn’t good enough, no matter what you said. It’s how she operates when she’s not happy with his decisions.

“It’s fine.” You give him a tender smile, trying to hide the fact that your hands are shaking from the bombardment of questions regarding such a personal matter, “I don’t know if I plan to stay home with them or not. That’s a decision that’ll be made when the time comes.”

She scoffs, “Letting someone else raise your child-”

“What’s the difference between dropping the child off at daycare while working versus staying home and letting a nanny raise them?” You cut in.

Her eyes narrow at you as you smile sweetly in her direction before losing some of your nerves, opting to take a drink of water from the glass in front of you.

Gojo’s dad laughs quietly, breaking some of the tension, “Honey, let them worry about that when the time comes. They have plenty of years left before that would even be an option.”

Your cheeks flush at the thought of you and Satoru getting married one day, and starting a family, but there is a long way before that’s even a real consideration in your mind. You were honest with his dad, wanting to wait until you’re out of college, well into your career before you start thinking about starting a family.

You’d also want to be away from your mother so there’s no possible way she’d be involved.

“What does your mom do for a living?” His mom's voice is tense, but she’s trying. You're not sure why, but your best guess would be so Satoru doesn’t get pissed at her.

“She’s in hospitality.”

She perks up a little, hopeful, “Management?”

You shake your head, “Um, no, she works at a travel agency.”

There’s no hiding the disappointment that crosses her features. She opens her mouth to say something, but you see the way her eyes flicker to Satoru for a moment before closing her mouth.

You’re internally thankful when Gojo Sr. cuts in discussing the law firm and upcoming projects with Satoru, taking the heat and conversation off of yourself for the rest of dinner.

Once you’re done eating, Satoru excuses the two of you, bringing you back upstairs to the game room.

The two of you decide on a simple board game to play and as Satoru gets it up, your phone pings with a text.

Choso: do you have all the supplies you need for class? You: No, not yet Choso: We could go together, I still have a few things I need to pick up as well.

“Who are you talking to?” Satoru asks when you smile and tap away at your phone.

“Oh. Choso texted asking if I have everything I need for our art class this semester.”

His jaw twitches, “You have a class with him?”

Your eyes flicker between his for a moment, “Yeah. I didn’t realize it until we talked the other day. It’s the art class I’m taking as my extracurricular this semester.”

“Oh, great.”

There’s a shift in his mood at the mention of Choso. You can tell he’s not a fan, doesn’t like it when Choso hangs out with you or even speaks to you, but he hasn’t said anything about it.

You’d understand if there was anything going on with Choso, or if anything had ever happened in the past with him, but Satoru is the only person you’ve been with, physically and romantically since transferring.

It’s also a little hypocritical of him to be so jealous of someone else just because you get along with them when he’s still hanging out with Mei despite your protests.

You drop the subject though, quickly texting Choso back telling him you won’t be able to make it out before the semester starts. You’ll just ask Satoru to go with you to buy the things you need later this week.

Turning your attention back to the game, you ask Satoru to explain the rules and play a few practice rounds until his mood lightens. The rest of the night goes quickly, filled with laughs, giggles, and silly little arguments about him cheating so he doesn’t lose.

Your brows furrow when Satoru’s alarm goes off bright and early the next morning, feeling a kiss on your cheek with the bed dipping before he rolls out of it.

It takes you several minutes for your eyes to adjust to the darkened room. He has blackout curtains hanging over the windows, helping keep the morning sunlight out of his room.

When you sit up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, Satoru emerges from his attached bathroom in a white button-down and black slacks. He looks great, professional, but you’re also confused.

“Where are you going?” You ask between yawns.

Satoru chuckles, “I have to go into the office.”

“I thought you said your dad would let you take the week off since I’m here?”

“He will. But I have to at least get-up and get ready. Showing initiative and all that. He’ll tell me to come home and spend time with you instead.”

You pout, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Trust me, he’ll tell me to come back and hang out with my pretty girlfriend.”

You smile and flush as he kisses your lips before walking out of his room. And true to his word, he’s back shortly after leaving, pulling your sleeping body into his before he falls back asleep holding you close.

When the two of you decide to finally get up for the day, it’s almost noon and the house is empty. There was a part of you that expected to see some people working and cleaning throughout the house, but it is totally barren.

Both of your stomachs growl as you make your way out of his room to the kitchen, looking through the massive pantry to find something quick and easy to make.

He’s able to find soba noodles tucked away in a corner, grabbing those and getting out the necessary utensils to cook it on their stove.

While the water is heating up Satoru lifts you so you’re sitting on the kitchen island before pressing his lips to yours. He swipes his tongue over your lips silently asking to deepen the kiss. You let him, you always do.

As an opportunist, Satoru takes full advantage of the empty house, slowly leaning you down on the marble counter so he can kiss and lick down your neck until your legs are spread wide and his face is buried in the apex of your thighs.

Your moans of his name echo through the quiet house as the boiling water bubbles over the rim of the pot extinguishing the flame of the burner below. Neither of you pays much attention to it, not having the desire or will to stop, especially when he buries his cock in you, telling you how much he loves you.

Eventually, the two of you clean up the stove and turn your attention back to lunch. The rest of the day is filled with more of the same; Satoru taking you on any and every surface imaginable.

In the evening, his parents come home and his mother forces everyone to have another awkward dinner. His mom doesn’t speak to you much while his father asks about how your day was before discussing business with Satoru.

It’s incredible to hear Satoru talk about the field he’s studying, and how he already knows so much. Though it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise considering it’s his family business and he’s expected to work there after graduation.

After dinner, you and Satoru lay around for a bit before deciding to watch a movie. While Satoru works on getting the movie set up in the game room you decide to run downstairs to get some drinks. He explains where you can find sodas and wine, letting you decide on what to bring back for him.

The house is quiet when you come down the steps and head into the kitchen, grabbing several sodas and snacks to bring back with you. When you pass by the library on your way back upstairs, you can hear a few giggles coming from the room.

After dinner, his mom left again and you were under the impression his dad did as well since you hadn’t seen him since excusing yourselves. Furrowing your brows, you open the library door and poke your head inside to see what the commotion is about.

And your stomach hits the fucking floor.

His dad is in the room with a woman leaning back on the desk, who is very much not Satoru’s mother. She has a robe barely draped over her body, cupping his father's face as he chuckles, kissing her neck.

Your palms are heavy, heart is racing, and knees weak as you close the door as quietly as you can. You’re not sure if either of them saw you but as you slowly head up the stairs debating how to tell Satoru what you saw, nobody comes out to stop you.

There’s a massive lump in your throat when you walk into the game room, brows furrowed in concentration. Satoru looks up and smiles at you but it quickly drops when he sees your expression, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Um, Satoru, baby. You might want to sit down.”

“Uh, okay…” His brows are knitted together in confusion, but does as you’ve asked, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” You take a deep breath, voice laced with concern, “I heard some noise from the library, so I decided to poke my head in there and… your dad is in there with another woman.”

“Oh. What does she look like?”

You shake your head and blink a few times, confused about why he’s wanting to know, “Um. Tall, light eyes I think, long dark hair, thick eyebrows.”

“That’s Yorozu. They’ve been seeing each other for like, I don’t know, a few years now, I guess.”

“I- What?”

Satoru repeats himself, watching your confused expression stay as you take in the information he’s providing on his family.

“So you just… know he’s having an affair? Does your mom know?”

Satoru shrugs, “Yeah, she does.”

“Ok, pause. Start from the beginning.” Satoru raises an eyebrow, quietly chuckling to himself as he watches your confusion. “I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this.”

Typically when someone is cheating or having an affair, it’s a private matter. Not something they want out in the open, and certainly not something they want their child to find out about.

“My parents don’t really care for each other, romantically speaking. Never have. They had me to cement their marriage and so I could take over the family business one day. They were friends, met in college and their families decided they should get married to merge the businesses.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for them to just get a divorce?”

Satoru shrugs again, “Don’t know. Dad’s seeing a few people, it works for them.”

You stare at Satoru for a few moments, eyes flickering between his. He’s totally uncensored with the conversation you just had. Which makes sense.

His views on relationships make more sense now, keeping things casual, with no real commitment. Even though his parents are married and had him, it’s essentially the same thing. It’s what he watched and saw his entire life growing up, emulating that in his own relationships as he got older.

“I don’t want that.” Satoru states unprompted before sighing, “I mean I thought I did, before. But not anymore.

“What do you mean?” You ask quietly, stepping between his legs, moving his bangs away from his eyes.

He wraps his arms around your waist, looking up at you with gorgeous ocean-blue eyes, “I want someone I can be happy with. I want to be with you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He rests his cheek on your stomach as you card your fingers through his hair, contemplating his words before putting the back of your hand on his forehead. He looks up at you confused narrowed eyes.

“Just had to check to see if you have a fever.”

He’s unamused with your antics, “Haha. I’m being serious.”

“I know,” You answer softly, “Just hard to believe this is the same Gojo Satoru who was only interested in causal relationships a few months ago. Now he’s talking about forever?”

“It’s different with you.”

You smile, cheeks flushed because you can see the sincerity in his eyes. You know he’s uncomfortable, talking about his feelings, having explained this family dynamic to you, so you tease him, trying to lighten the mood.

“Babe. You sound so crazy right now.” He laughs, pulling you into his lap and kissing your lips before the two of you lay on the couch, getting ready to start the movie.

The last few days have been filled with hard conversations, getting to know each other on a deeper level than you ever have before. It’s a big step forward, sharing these details and secrets of your home life.

As you watch him, focused on the movie, you know you wouldn’t want to have had these conversations with anyone else.

January 2012

The rest of the week goes by quickly, celebrating new years, venturing into all of the rooms in the estate and exploring every nook and cranny of the yard. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to you but on the back patio, they have a hot tub that the two of you used a few times, along with a little hot spring in the back, far off from the house.

Everything is gorgeous and maintained even in Winter, and there’s no doubt it would look even better in the Spring and Summer when all of the hedges and flowers are in bloom.

Your mom did call once she realized you weren’t at home, and you begrudgingly answered at Satoru’s insistence. He wanted to speak to her, especially after hearing the shit she had to say to you about leaving unannounced but you didn’t let him.

Satoru took you shopping to get the items needed for both of your upcoming classes and to do some shopping in general. He took you to all of his favorite pastry shops along the way and went back to the little ramen shop the two of you discovered during your first date.

After a few nights of forced dinners with his parents, his mom relented, letting the two of you have your time together uninterrupted. You’re not sure if Satoru or if his father said something to her, or if she decided to leave the two of you to your peace on her own, either way, you’re not complaining about it.

It’s the night before you and Satoru are heading back to his house just off campus, to spend the weekend with your friends before the semester starts. He’s already asleep, having fallen asleep in his bed, holding you close while some cheesy Christmas romance movie you wanted to watch played on his TV.

You’re in one of his oversized t-shirts, fingers running through his soft tresses, listening to his light snores until the credits roll. It’s the middle of the night, and the two of you have planned to wake up early and get breakfast before heading back to college life.

Satoru has his face against your chest, and you’re amazed you’re able to slip out from under him without waking him, deciding to go downstairs to the kitchen and get something to drink before heading back to bed.

The house is quiet with no signs of life as you make your way down the steps and into the kitchen, the only sounds to be heard coming from the wind blowing and wildlife outside.

You’re startled when you walk into the kitchen and find his mom quietly sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island in her nightgown, legs crossed one over the other. She’s tapping away on her phone, looking up with sharp eyes when she notices you come into the room.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I came down for some water. I didn’t realize anyone was still awake.”

She watches for a moment as you smile awkwardly, pulling down the hem of Satoru’s shirt as you make your way to the cabinet to grab a glass.

“What do you think you’re doing with my son?” Her voice isn’t harsh per se, more curious than anything.

You watch her for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek before replying honestly, “We’re just getting to know one another. I’m not after anything if that’s what you think.”

“You won’t fit in with our family.”

You sigh, setting the glass on the kitchen island, “I love Satoru, hard edges and all. If he’s happy with me, then honestly, that’s all that matters.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, “Love doesn’t matter when you’re making a name for yourself and have a family legacy to uphold.”

“It’s really unfortunate that that’s what you believe.”

His mom watches as you grab the glass, filling it with ice and water before drinking it, setting the used cup in the sink. You’re about to make your way out of the kitchen and back upstairs before she says, “I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you. Satoru’s interests have always been… fleeting. Much like his father's. He’ll find a reason to end things, one way or another.”

You purse your lips, turning back to meet her gaze, “I’ll worry about that when and if the time comes.”

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To be honest, he kinda knew from the start because he did some research before dating you. Still, he waited for you to tell him.

From then on, he kept asking about your kid: how he did in school, if you wanted to put him in some private schools, etc. He was willing to pay the tuition and every other expense.

You asked yourself how he was willing to do so much for a kid he hadn’t met yet. Well, Wesker liked you very much and wanted to show his support for both you and your child.

When the relationship advanced and you felt that he had serious intentions, you arranged a meeting with him and your child. Wesker likes children, they’re the only thing he doesn’t despise. He even babysat Sherry.

Your child thought the guy was a bit weird because he was always wearing sunglasses. They also thought he was arrogant and cold, but after a while, they bonded. It’s safe to say that Wesker bought his way into their hearts, but deep down he cared for your wellbeing and showed it how he knew: with tons of gifts and holidays.

He likes to spend time with you two and is an incredible father figure to your kid, contrary to your beliefs. You feel lucky to have met him.

He always wanted kids, but because of his job, he couldn’t have one. He was afraid that he’d neglect them and didn’t want to take the risk.

However, you started dating and things got serious, so he had to meet your child eventually. Let me tell you that they instantly bonded. Chris is a loveable guy with a great personality. He knows how to lighten up the mood with his laid-back attitude and silly jokes.

You two came slowly into his life, and he accepted you with his whole heart. You ended up living together, and he fully embraced his role as a father figure in their life. He takes them to school, makes them lunch, and occasionally he’ll teach them some combat moves.

He won’t talk about his work too much, but he will gladly listen about your and your kid’s day. He likes to end the day with all three of you together on the couch, watching a movie and even falling asleep.

He’ll take care of you as well. Too tired to gather the toys from the floor? Say no more, he’ll put them where they belong. Too tired to cook? No worries, years of bachelor life taught Chris how to cook, and he will make you the finest meals. He'll also help them with homework and projects. Chris is a very reasonable man who doesn't fear commitment.

Well, this man never thought about having kids. He thought he’d be single all of his life, and that was until he met your little family.

He wasn’t scared of the thought that you’re a single mom, and he wanted to continue the relationship because he really felt a connection between the two of you. Besides, he could get used to some extra company because he feels lonely sometimes.

The kid was excited when he heard that Leon is a government agent, and from that moment on, he was the coolest person (besides his mom) in his life. He couldn't brag about it to everyone else, but it was cool, 'cuz it was their little secret. Oh, did I mention that he takes the little one to school on his motorcycle? Yeah, he spoils the kid a lot.

Hed be busy with missions most of the time, but he’ll make it up when he comes home with a movie night, a game night, or a small trip to spend time together, as you choose.

Same as Wesker, he will try to put your kid in the fanciest school in the country. Working with the government, he has connections everywhere; why not use them for something good?

You met him at a single-parent support group. After Mia was gone, he was a little panicked because he didn’t know if he would be able to play both roles in Rose’s life. You were there for the same reason, so you bonded quickly. You liked his sense of humor and the fact that he was determined to learn how to manage being a single dad.

He is happy with your relationship because he already pictures your child and Rose playing together. You have so much in common, and after one date, you’ll quickly rush home—not to do dirty things but to watch photos of your kids and share memories of them.

He and Rose will accept both of you into their life, being happy that you will expand the family. Rose always wanted a sibling, because she felt a little lonely, and Ethan, well, he always wanted more kids.

Ethan wanted to adopt a guard dog just to scare away any possible intruders. He’ll train him well to protect the family and do silly tricks.

He is the handyman around the house. He likes doing it and will teach the kids if they’re curious. You, on the other hand, will be the designer, as Ethan doesn't seem to have an artistic eye (he confuses the colors, he can't decide on the aesthetic of the house, and he will end up buying tons of stuff that won't fit anywhere because in his head it worked).

He always wanted a big family for himself, but he couldn't focus on that because of his job. However, after Racoon City, as if by faith, he met you, a loveable single mom looking for some fun.

Oh, you and Carlos had a ton of fun together. The guy was always looking to spend time with you, from going on dates to skydiving.

However, things got serious. You both started to develop feelings for each other, and it was time to tell Carlos about your kid. You expected him to run away, but you were surprised to see how happy and relaxed he was.

Your kid liked Carlos, especially his hair, and they bonded instantly. He won't say no, even to the dumbest ideas. Marshmallow eating contest? He'll agree to it without a second thought, even if he ends up with a stomach ache. Wanna play some games on the console or PC all night? He'll say yes. Still, he can be responsible when needed.

He fully embraces the role of a father figure and will try to have more kids with you. As I said, he always wanted a big family. Brace yourself, he’ll do anything he can to give you that baby fever.

He always wanted a family, but he couldn’t because of his lifestyle. So, naturally, when he heard that you have a kid, he was somehow scared because he knew what kind of implications that required. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to provide you with physical and emotional support. However, you took it slowly, getting to know each other, during which time Luis thought about the possibility of being a stepfather.

You both agreed that it was time for him and the kid to meet, and let me tell you that they loved him. They loved his personality, his jokes, his accent, his outfit, everything.

He’d be there first to give them advice when theyd have problems, either emotional or school- or career related. He’ll also become more family-oriented and try to spend more time with you.

Luis is also very romantic, so when the kid falls asleep, he'll put on some music and pour two glasses of wine. He'll slow dance with you in the living room, whispering in your ear with that sweet accent of his how lucky he is to have both of you in his life.

He was lost before he met you, but now he has a purpose.

He didn’t picture himself with a kid. He always saw himself as a loner, as someone who didn’t fit in no matter where he went. That was until he met you. A gentle, caring soul who saw past his "tough guy" mask.

He knew from the start that you had a kid, and that scared him a bit. He began to wonder if he and your child would get along if the relationship got serious.

The first meeting was a little awkward, but they bonded in the end. Jack was a little distant, but that was his personality anyway. He spoilt the brat however he could. With visits at his work, in the weapons department, etc. He even taught him some knife tricks, despite your protests. It was your little secret.

Even if he has trouble showing it, he cares about you very much. Even if he is emotionally distant from time to time, he tries to make up for it, with some family time. He actually asks Leon for advice, but he is just as bad as him.

The thing is that after a lifetime in solidarity, it’s hard to get used to the company, but he loves you two very much and is willing to learn how to open himself and how to get used to you.

#resident evil #albert wesker #chris redfield #luis serra #carlos oliveira #krauser #jack krauser #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #ethan winters #fluff

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Nostalgic Silence

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You still don’t know how it happened. One minute you and Natasha were doing just fine and the next minute she was packing her bags. She left without any words. A simple goodbye kiss to your lips is the last lingering memory you have of her. It was as if she took all of your other memories with her.

Note: This is set immediately following CATWS. There’s a happy(ish) ending. Enjoy!

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You’ve only seen her in the news. She became an Avenger. You don’t like the sound of that word. The title of the job that pulled your Natasha away from you. The two of you never implicitly talked about her becoming a superhero. You knew she was an agent for SHIELD, but you never imagined there would be such a need for her to be a full-time protector of the earth.

Natasha would tell anyone that is why she had to leave you. She had to protect you. She was trying to save you. At least that’s what she tells herself, especially when she is lonely. When she thinks of you, she mostly thinks of how she left you. And how deeply she misses you.

But the intense worry that her enemies would make an enemy out of you wore down on Natasha. She couldn’t be at peace. Neither could you. You were ever wondering why she wouldn’t completely let you in and how you could ensure her happiness.

For the last two years, Natasha has been avenging and you’ve been living a life separate from her. And so, the two of you go about life on your own now.

That was until right now.

Nothing could have prepared you to see her again. But here she is on your doorstep. Her hair is the tiniest bit longer, you take note that of that immediately, but is still a deep red. It’s the same red hair that you once used to love to run your hands through and goof off in the shower and wash, but the woman is different.

It’s funny how something can be so familiar, yet so foreign.

“Hey, y/n,” is all she says as she stands there. When you don’t respond, she swallows hard. “Can I come in?”

You can tell her breathing is shallow and she’s anticipating pure rejection. Why shouldn’t you give it to her, she thinks. Three years of no contact is a pretty damn good reason not to let her in.

You step aside and gesture for to enter your house. It’s the same place you lived when you were with her. She is surprised to see photos in the hallway of the two of you along with pictures of your friends and family. You couldn’t bear to take them down.

“Are you okay?” you ask her once the two of you reach the living area. The first words she has heard you utter in three years and it’s in worry for her. That’s how it’s always been. You’re a worrier by nature, especially for someone you care for as deeply as you do for her.

“I blew all my covers,” Nat says. It’s incredibly confusing to you how her voice sounds so calm. But when you see her hands fiddling with the blanket on the edge of your couch, you realize she is putting up a front.

“You blew all your covers, and you came here because?” you prompt her for an explanation.

“It’s the first place I thought of,” Natasha says, and shyly adds, “You’re the first person I thought of.”

You don’t know how to respond to that. Had she finally thought of you as her home?

“How can I help?” you ask her.

“I just need some time to figure it out. I can be out by morning. I just need a place to rest,” Natasha says. It’s then that you notice how tired she looks.

You saw the news. You know about D.C. and how SHIELD is gone. Perhaps that’s why Natasha feels so lost that she came to you. You were the one steady thing that Natasha could still rely on.

“Okay. You can shower and get some clean clothes. Everything is where it’s always been,” you say.

“Thank you.”

Natasha walks by you to go shower. It feels oddly familiar as you make your way to the kitchen to make hot chocolate. She always loved your hot chocolate. You’re not sure you’ve had a cup since she left.

When she emerges from your bathroom, she smirks at the sight of the mug on the counter. She knows what it is. Natasha thanks you for the hot chocolate and you feel your first urge to kiss her again. It’s almost as if your lips burn at the idea of being on hers again.

And then she hums contentedly as she tastes the drink. The words ‘I love you’ threaten to come out of your mouth.

“So, you can sleep on the couch. I’ll get some blankets for you,” you tell her, trying to distract yourself from your feelings.

“Thank you, y/n. Really. Thank you for everything,” Natasha says.

Natasha gets settled on the couch while you sleep in your room. It’s not long into the night when you wake up to the sound of Natasha talking. You hop out of bed and walk to the living room. Nat is in a total state of distress. She’s mumbling in Russian and fighting the air.

She used to have nightmares a lot when you first got together. You remember sleepless nights of holding her in your arms and trying to bring her any comfort that you could.

Now, you approach her cautiously and start saying her name. Your voice and gentle touch used to be enough to bring her back to reality. You pray that’s still true.

“Natasha, wake up,” you keep your voice steady. “Baby, wake up. It’s okay. I’m right here.”

Natasha stirs awake and her arms grab onto you. It’s almost a harsh grip, but she lets up quickly. You move your hands to her face and stroke her cheeks softly with your thumbs.

“Are you okay, Natasha?” you ask her softly.

“I think so. I’m sorry,” she says. She won’t make eye contact with you. You know she’s scared.

“Come with me,” you say. You take her hand and lead her to your bedroom.

You help her lay down next to you on the bed as you keep an arm around her. She buries her face in your chest and you could cry at the feeling of having her so close again.

You two fall into a comfortable silence together. And you find yourself hoping she doesn’t leave in the morning.

How could you not be affected by the nostalgic, beautiful silence of it all? Maybe this time you two could have your happily ever after.

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mychlapci · 3 months

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TFA anon about to dump some TFA BulkOp on you because it’s one of my favorite rarepairs

Really it started out as a series of hookups that started because Optimus was feeling a bit lonely and really need a fat spike absolutely ruining his tight valve and he figured that Bulkhead was the perfect choice (considering that Ratchet was too old therefore not really able to pound him into oblivion like Optimus wanted, Bumblebee being a bit immature for Optimus’ tastes though he had considered it, and Prowl because he was broody)

He was big and strong, a gentle giant, and with a mech of his size he was sure to have a giant spike that could suit Optimus’ needs. So Optimus just casually brought it up one day when they were alone. Bulkhead was stunned but he admitted that he had been feeling lonely as well and like hell he wasn’t gonna pass up on an opportunity to fuck the prettiest bot he had ever met. So that night Bulkhead went into Optimus’ room and the best sex of their lives began.

At some point after they’ve been hooking up for a long time, Optimus starts to develop romantic feelings for Bulkhead. The big guy is just so soft and caring and loving, Optimus can’t help but want more..

Bulkhead deeply admires Optimus for his courage and passion, but his spark does a little twist whenever he blames himself for something out of his control. He just wishes to hold Optimus tight and reassure him that it’s not his fault, whispering lovely things into his ear..

Things get kinda awkward between them after that, just dancing around each other for a bit and avoiding any subjects regarding anything too intimate until Bulkhead accidentally lets it slip that he loves him after another night of passion and he panics for a bit thinking that he fucked up until Optimus admits that he feels the same. Bulkhead is overjoyed and they talk about it for a bit before they decide to see where this goes and they end up dating.

..Which literally NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT.

Yeah those two were the absolute last people anybody expected to have gotten together. In fact, nobody even knew they were hooking up before all of this. The only reason Team Prime found out was because one day Bumblebee walked in on Optimus and Bulkhead making out on the couch and screamed at the top of his lungs in shock and slight horror and who wouldn’t because holy shit my best friend is kissing our leader.

For the next month Bumblebee stared at Bulkhead slightly impressed that he actually landed Bossbot and horrified because holy shit he landed Bossbot. Prowl was just incredibly confused on how the hell THAT happened but was still happy for them and Ratchet kinda had a hunch when Bulkhead and Optimus came into the medbay with a suspicious amount of paint transfers on them.

Optimus and Bulkhead become kinda embarrassed when Bumblebee recovers enough from the “trauma” to start making all sorts of jokes at their expense but they get used to it quickly.

And when Bumblebee asks, yes, they’d answer, the sex is amazing.

Woah. This turned out more wholesome than I thought it would. Anyways, at some point after the war Bulkhead probably knocks up Optimus and that’s how everyone else found out BulkOp was a thing. Bulkhead spends his nights pounding Optimus into oblivion while filling his forge with load after load of transfluid for their future sparkling as Optimus moans and whimpers in pleasure <3

i love how this took a quick turn into breeding kink debauchery. I haven't really considered this ship before, but i'm into it. mhmmm Bulkhead being Optimus gentle giant that'll slide his fat spike into his valve, listening to Optimus' pleas for faster, harder, deeper, slower. Optimus is tight for such a big bot and Bulkhead is almost ridiculously big, so the sex is as amazing Optimus expected...

I love the thought of them making it official but still keeping it on the down low a little, only to be found out by Bumblebee while they were casually feeling each other up on the couch. It's embarrassing, but it's probably for the better that the rest of the team knows. Though once Bee starts making jokes about it, they're not so sure...

I do want Optimus pregnant with Bulkhead's fat baby. He'd make sure to keep Optimus topped up on transfluid to keep the little one growing, so you know Optimus has got quite a baby bump <3

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #hell yeah #this is very wholesome if you unthink the breeding kink #a breeding kink can be wholesome #texty

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hairstevington · 11 months

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mysterious ways (Steddie Week 2023)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Hello all! I am participating in Steddie week this year, and I am doing a seven part series reflecting each of the seven prompts. Thank you @steddie-week for the challenge! I will only have this first part on Tumblr, but will post the next six chapters each day on Ao3, so follow along over there if you're into it! :)

Summary: Steve feels lonely after the earthquake. Somewhere deep in the Upside Down, new life is born. (Prompts: Hunger - Pining - Somebody to Love by Queen)

WC: 1.4K (each part is going to be pretty short I think)

Warnings: Kas!Eddie/Steve, canon universe post-season 4, pining, angst, a bit darker than my usual fare but not by much, PS this fic will have a happy ending because all my fics do lol

A/N: I wasn't planning on doing Steddie week because I'm going through a bit of a tough time right now but I randomly felt inspired today, so I'm giving it a go. Shout out to @skjachukson for requesting Kas Eddie, I have a feeling I'll be writing him more after this lmao

Sometimes, when things are at their worst, Steve can shrug and say, “hey - it’s not the end of the world.”

Of course, in Hawkins, it often is the end of the world. So now, Steve has no idea what to tell himself.

His hometown, which - let’s be real - was never that glamorous, is now in shambles. After the “earthquake,” almost everyone fled, which was valid. The ones who stayed were mainly those who’d been directly involved, or those who have nowhere else to go. Many people lost everything, and Steve tries to give back where he can - they all do - but a lot of the time he’s just sad.

His hometown was split in four, and all of his friends are in love.

Steve feels so dumb for even caring, but he does. All he ever wanted was to be loved, really, and he’s gotten the short end of the stick the last few years. He used to feel on top of the world, and now he’s - well, he had been in the Upside Down, which was probably as close as he could get to the literal opposite of the top of the world.

His friends found happiness where they could - mostly through crushes and girlfriends and boyfriends. Steve doesn’t have any of that right now. He doesn’t even know where to look. Everything around him is sad.

Robin and Vickie had bonded over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, of all things. Since then, she’s been volunteering every chance she can with Vickie. Steve joins too, sometimes, but he feels very much like a third wheel.

Some random dude with incredible hair and an even more incredible name (seriously, who names their kid Argyle?) showed up with Mike, Will, El, and Jonathan in a pizza van. A day later, the guy decided to drive back to Utah to visit his one true love or something. A woman with an equally badass name - Eden.

Steve wasn’t surprised when Dustin wanted to join, because apparently Eden lives with Suzie. Still, Steve was baffled by the whole thing. Usually, some sort of alarm would go off in his head about his surrogate little brother going on a road trip with a stoner, but Argyle seemed nice enough.

Although, he did unironically use the word “brochacho,” and Steve didn’t really know how he felt about that.

Steve knew Dustin was taking - uh, things - super hard, and so Steve encouraged any sort of break for the guy. Visiting Suzie seemed like the perfect way for Dustin to decompress, especially after what happened.

So, Dustin took off. Robin’s busy. Steve is too mortified to even look at Nancy after he’d basically professed his love for her and she brutally rejected him and stayed with Jonathan. Lucas spends all of his time with Max. El and Mike are inseparable.

That leaves Will. Steve doesn’t know Will that well, but he’s so lonely he doesn’t care if he comes off desperate or weird or whatever.

Steve shows up at the Byers’ residence one Saturday morning, looking like a total dork. Hopper answers the door, even though Steve would have far preferred Joyce. She’s less, uhhh -

“Steve?” Hopper asks, gruffly. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um - I’m looking for -”

“Is that Steve?” a familiar voice calls from the living room.

Ah, shit.

“Hey, uh, Nancy,” Steve says, giving a small wave.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, joining Hopper at the door.

“No, I -” Steve sighs. He’s mortified to even be in this situation. It was such a stupid plan in the first place. “I’m looking for Will. Is Will here?”

“Umm, yeah,” Nancy responds, retreating back into the house to presumably get her boyfriend’s little brother.

“What do you need Will for?” Hopper asks, suspiciously.

“Jeez, relax, Sheriff,” Steve replies. “I just wanted to talk to him. I’m the babysitter, remember?”

This explanation seems good enough for Hopper, even though Steve hasn’t really interacted with Will much prior to this. Not directly, anyway. He’d let the kids in to see movies for free back when he worked at Scoops, but that was it.

After a full thirty seconds of awkward, painful silence, Will comes to the door.

“Hey, kid,” Steve says. Hopper and the others had thankfully walked away to give them some privacy. “Do you - do you want to go to the music store with me?”

Will stares at him blankly for a moment, then shouts to the others behind him.

“Mom! I’ll be back later!”

Steve smiles, triumphantly.

“Okay, have fun!” Joyce’s voice rings from somewhere in the house. “Be home by 5 for dinner!”

“You got it, Mrs. Byers!” Steve yells into the void. “Okay, let’s go.”

Will hurriedly walks out of the house and shuts the door behind him, then sighs in relief.

“Thank god you’re here,” he says. “All the couples are driving me crazy.” Steve chuckles.

“You and me both.”

Will turns out to be excellent company. He has good taste in music, and he’s funny. A little nerdy, like Dustin, but much quieter about it. They get along great, and end up spending a few hours together.

“My brother said he’d be there for me, and now he’s back to spending all his time with Nancy,” Will complains.

“Yeah, well Nancy broke my heart into a million pieces, so,” Steve replies.

Then, they riff on how annoying Jonathan and Nancy’s relationship is for a while. They aren’t saying anything out of genuine dislike for either party, but it’s still some much needed venting. Steve listens to Will talk about Mike and El, and that’s when he picks up on some things in between the lines.

Maybe having a gay best friend makes him better at detecting that sort of thing.

They pick out a bunch of music and listen to it as they drive around for a while. They both are big fans of Queen, so they blast that first. They get a little too into singing along to Somebody to Love, but neither of them poke fun at the other for it. As much as Steve and Dustin tease each other, and as much as he complains about being the babysitter, Steve loves these kids with all his heart. All of them, even the ones he doesn’t know as well, like Will. He would do anything to protect them. He’d done quite a bit already.

He drops Will off before dinner as promised, then heads home. It’s only after he passes by Forest Hills that he starts to think about Things again. The Things that he tries to suppress. The Things that bubble beneath the surface at any given moment.

The Things that led up to the Earthquake. He isn’t ready to think about them. Not yet, maybe not ever.

So yes, it’s far easier to reach out to other people who understand, and to cling to them as long as he can. And then he goes home, and instead of letting his mind drift to those dark places, he starts singing Queen under his breath.

It’s stupid. It won't fix anything. But still, the need is there.

All he wants is somebody to love.

Hawkins has begun to crack open, and soon what lay beneath will rise.

It’s a dark place - somewhere that’s always on the verge of a storm. The energy in the air is thick with dread and impending doom. The creatures that live there are something that people may cast off as fictional, because their eyes aren’t open yet to how terrifying and big the world really is.

Monsters, of all kinds. Some who had once been human, some who prey on humanity. Evil forces that keep kids awake at night. Forces that their parents insist are in their imagination.

How foolish to think an imagination could be so vivid. Then again, perhaps imagination is what created this place to begin with. It could also be what sustains it.

A flash of lightning. Bats scattering.

There’s a body somewhere in the fog, going through a transformation. Wings, teeth, and hunger. It takes several days for the body to resemble its altered form - one of strength, intimidation, and a deeply-rooted instinct for evil.

Once complete, the body gasps in its new life. The soul of a tortured boy once occupied this space, but now there’s something else within him too - something ancient.

Eddie Munson’s glowing eyes snap open.

He’s starving.

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8bitscarlet · 2 years

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Back to the Beginning

Summary: The night that Wanda finally let you know what she wanted, your life changed and you don't know if it was for the better.

Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (cussing, drinking)

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Word Count: 8k

A/N: Alright everyone, here it is. The final chapter of I Hear a Symphony and the first ending of one of my series. This was definitely an incredibly fun series and thank you to everyone who's stuck through with it! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs,comments and likes are always appreciated! *

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You had always wondered what your life would be like without Wanda. You thought it was practically the end of the world when you were away on that two year mission. The pain and loneliness you felt then, it couldn't compare to how you felt now.

That mission, you at least had Bucky and Carol, a distraction from the mistakes you made. Two friends to cheer you up when things just go too sad and too dark. Now, you have nothing but your own thoughts and the silence of the world.

Life without Wanda was a life in a motel. Tony said it was on the dingy side of town, trying to get you to stay in his penthouse, but it was just out of the city. The furthest you could get from Wanda, to make sure you could only run into each other at the Compound. Even then, you made sure you never ran into her.

You trained earlier than her and worked later than her. The only time you saw her was with a forced grin on your face as you were leaving, exhausting yourself to the point of nearly passing out.

Then you would go back to your little room all alone. A single bed with a tv that only had five channels. The day's takeaway in the fridge, right next to the new case of beer you picked up on the drive home. You sighed each time you turned that key, this was your home. Not the home you dreamed of. Not the home with a sprawling garden in the back and sitcoms playing in the living room as the smell of dinner filled the house.

In this home, you watched dirty water run down the clouded window pane that overlooked the highway. Always cracking open another beer to try and wash her memory down. If you weren't there, you were hanging out in places where other lonely people got together. Sitting on a creaking bar stool and talking about where it all went wrong. Trying to string together all the "would've, could've, should've."

This was always expected though. Finding ways to try and distract yourself from her, telling yourself that there were people worse off than you, and just avoiding the whole problem itself. Just like you did before, just like you're doing now and just like you're afraid of doing for the rest of your life.

What you didn't expect though, was the uphill fight you were forced to partake in every single day. From the moment your eyes opened to when they closed after you wore yourself to the bone. Long days and even longer and lonelier nights. You had signed up for this game all those years ago and you were bound to lose. Losing meant there would be an end and you'd get through it.

That's what you told yourself. That you'd be able to live a life without her.

You knew you were lying to yourself. This wasn't something you'd be able to get through. Maybe it would hurt a little less as the days went on. You'd add on a wave alongside that forced grin. But you'd just be in a fog. Disillusioned that you were fine and moving on, all the while you were trying to fill yourself up with anything to replace her.

Some might tell you it wasn't healthy. Wanda leaving that much of a gap in yourself. But the moment you had met her in that record shop all those years ago, it was like your soul was whole for the first time in your life. And when you lose half a soul, no one should expect you to be fine.

And that hole in your soul made itself ever present on quiet days like this. No training and no missions were on the agenda. You were left to your own devices inside of your hidey hole and all you could do was look around at the binge you had the night before. It was much more than just a case of beer and the cocktail of pain meds for those lingering pains from your torture.

Glancing at one of the pill bottles as you listen to your joints crack awake, pushing against your knee to straighten out, you eye the note written next to it. A softer handwriting than your chicken scratch, a simple reminder to only take these with water. You grin softly, always seeing a note like this when you went to pick up your pills from the Compound.

It isn't fair, you thought as you held the note between your fingers. This being the only way she could communicate with you but the team knew, she was the only one you'd listen to.

Sighing, you scoop up an armful of empty beer bottles, kicking along one of the boxes of pizza towards the kitchen trash. You grumble to yourself, trying to remind yourself to pick up after yourself so you don't have to do this with a raging headache. As you slam the box into the trash, nearly throwing the whole bin out the window when the bag tears, there's a soft noise to your side.

You stop, fingers clenching the sides of the trash can in anger and slowly releasing them in a quiet nervousness. No one besides Carol, Bucky or Nat came to visit you. And that was either to grab coffee on the way to training or dragging out of bed for training. Slowly, you step quietly towards the door, flipping through your phone to see if you had agreed to meet up with someone .

Coming up empty, you lean forward and peek through the peephole in the door. Your heart jumps in your throat, the phone you hold nearly crashing to the floor. As the excitement turns into dread, you contemplate keeping the door locked. Just to stand there and stare until you watched those green eyes disappear and listen to her footsteps walk down that hallway and leave, forever.

You know that won't happen. You'll get another knock, then a text on your phone before she would start pounding on the door. There was nowhere else for you to be except here. With a sigh, you reach towards the deadbolt and twist it open. As the door swings open, you wish you could slam it back into place and hide forever.

But you keep opening it, showing Wanda in all of her glory. Auburn hair is pulled back into a ponytail as strands fall around her face. You always swore she never had to try hard to look perfect, she always was. Your eyes cascade down her body quickly, a simple errand outfit. You nearly let out a relieved breath that she isn't wearing one of those dresses she wore when you two went on dates. It's selfish, hoping she wouldn't try to find comfort in someone new, but you can't help it.

As your eyes climb back up to her face, you try to keep the air around you two professional. You aren't a couple anymore. Hell, you aren't even a fling anymore. You just happened to work on the same team as her. Raising a brow, you watch her tighten her jaw, wondering if she was hoping you wouldn't open the door.

You tap the door with your knuckles, pulling in a tight breath as you finally reach her eyes and hold yourself steady, "Hi,"

Her jaw loosens, almost as if she let go of a breath she was holding and you see the slightest grin at the corners of her lips. She stares at you, not even hiding the fact that she's taking all of you in. It had been a while since the two of you had been this close. You hope she can't see the tiredness in your eyes or the new scar across your lips from being a bit too reckless on mission.

A mission you left without much warning to her, a last minute sign up. You remember the hurt on her face when she saw you geared up and walking to the Quinjet hangar. Knowing she had no say in what you did, but feeling something all too familiar.

All she could do was mutter a silent plea. Not to die.

"Hi," she whispers out, both you not wanting to make the next move.

Silently, you pat your chest and try to grin as convincingly as you can, "I didn't die in Prague,"

Wanda was about to take a step forward but she stops, mouth falling open as she tries to understand your decision to make that kind of joke. Of all the things she was afraid of, it was you dying. And you just went and said that. You realize your mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth and grimace, silently apologizing.

"Did uh, did something happen at the Compound?"

Wanda takes in a quick breath, as if she remembered why she came here in the first place, "Oh, right," Quietly, she leans over and picks up a small box that she had placed to the side, "This is everything I could find that got mixed up in my things, so,"

Stepping forward, she plops the box in your arms as you stare down at the contents. Your things that were mixed up in hers. You nearly push it right back to her when you see what's in there. Sweatshirts she had stolen, little notes you had left for her and a few of the vinyls you had given her over the years.

"I..." you try to clear the knot from your throat, "I could've just gone to get this from you."

Wanda shakes her head, "It's alright. I have a thing at one of the school's..."

You nod slowly, remembering all the time she used to drag you to those school assemblies. So excited to see the kids and just talk to them. She was a saint walking around on earth and dragging a devil like you around.

"Well," you give the box in your arms a soft shake, "I'll see you around,"

She nods, and you wonder if she's thinking about all the times she took you with her, too. Her soft eyes watched you sit at a too small table as you laughed at the incoherent sentences some of the kids made up. You tried your best for her but your past always gnawed at your heels. You had caught her stare a few times then and knew she was thinking about the future.

Now, as you catch her eyes, you know she's thinking about everything that you did.

"Oh, before I forget..." she pulls her purse forward and pops it open, "I should probably give this back,"

You stare for a moment at the ring pinched between her fingers. Slowly, you move the box to your side as you gingerly reach out and take it in your hand. It's small and light but weighs heavily in your grasp. The aching in your chest is nearly too much to handle, a stinging in your eyes as you think about what could've been. And all you can do is stare at it, remembering you had stuffed it inside the letters you had never sent her.

"Alright," you nod, raising a brow as you try and set a grin on your face.

Right then, you should've just said goodbye and closed the door. The longer that door stays open, you know the longer you'll be sitting and drinking. The longer you stare at those eyes, the stronger your wish for her to just tell you that she never loved you in the first place and definitely doesn't love you anymore. Maybe then, you'd be in just a little bit better shape to try and move on.

But you don't. You turn back around as you place the box down on the floor and look directly into those green eyes that hold your whole life. She doesn't know it, but that look she gives cuts you so deeply. The tears around her eyes try to lure you in to pull her to you, to put your lips on hers and tell her that you love her.

You remember the last time you kissed her. The night in her room that filled you with so much hope. The night you should've kept your hands in your pockets and didn't even give her a hug. Maybe if you had done that, you wouldn't be so fucked up.

"Okay," Wanda sighs, trying to force a grin on her shaking lips as you turn the doorknob gently.

"Bye, Wanda." you try to keep the tone in your voice friendly but you can hear the cracking of your voice as you see the pain in her eyes, "Wands?"

She stops and turns too quickly and both of you know it. A name that shouldn't be on your tongue and a reaction she shouldn't have anymore.

"I know it hasn't been long" The months were starting to stack but you bite your tongue, "But do you-,"

All she gives you is a sigh and you know what she's going to say, her fingers playing with the rings that still decorate her fingers, 'I miss you..."

You cross your arms and give a small nod, "But,"

Wanda gives you a small grin, you always knew her too well, "I don't want you to use me like I'd be using you if we..." You nod, if the two of you went back to how it was, "I... If this is something, I don't want it to be one night."

"I get it, I just. I wasn't sure if anything changed."

"No," the word cuts you like a knife and you watch as she take out her car keys, "I can't be jumping off the deep end right now. I can't."

The air rests heavy between as there are no more words to share. Another quiet goodbye and all you can think of is how you're already drowning the deep end. There's no one to save you and you almost believe that Wanda is the lucky one in all of this.

But when she turns to wave goodbye, you watch the single tear run down her face and realize the truth. None of you are lucky. And you wonder if you're both destined for a life of pain

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Your phone buzzes again. The fifth time in the span it took you to turn onto your other shoulder to sleep. You groan, opening your eyes as you smack your hand down on the vibrating device.

Squinting, you try to focus on the bright screen that you hold in front of your face. There's five messages on your lock screen, all from the same person. The person you've been desperately trying to avoid since you got back a box of records and sweatshirts.

Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, they flick up to the clock on the screen and you let out a sigh. You should definitely get some training in. Steve would be disappointed that you had taken two days off to let your body recover from the last mission you went on.

Unlocking your phone, you tap on a message thread and ignore the five waiting for you to read. You know what they say, you don't need a reminder.

<Training. 30 minutes?>

Your hand hangs limp over the edge of the bed as you wait for the buzz of a new message. Eyes slowly start to fall as you feel yourself falling back asleep but you feel the vibration in your hand and open your eyes. Grinning as you're expecting a snarky message, that grin falls from your face quickly. It's six messages now.

Knowing that Carol doesn't answer right away, you drop your phone on the bedside table and force yourself upright. You glance around the room with a groan as you wish for just another hour of rest. Beer bottles litter all of your counter space, an improvement from littering your floor.

Your clothes are thrown haphazardly around and you wonder if you actually have any clean training clothes. Standing, you start to pick through your clothes and see if you can get away with wearing something again.

Grimacing as you smell a shirt, you throw it towards the hamper as you take the least insulting shirt to spray with the air freshener.

Splashing your face with the cold water that trickles out of the bathroom faucet, you can hear more buzzing from your phone. The tap squeaks out into the quiet room as you dry your face and peek at the glowing screen. A missed call and a message from Carol.

You chuckle, typing out a response when there's a loud banging on the door. The phone clatters to the counter as you eye the cheap knife block on your counter, your heart pounding against your chest. The door doesn't fall open to a militia of Hydra soldiers and you realize Nat is no doubt here to make you train.

"One second," you groan, trying to tidy up the room. You don't know if you'll be able to handle another lecture from Nat about trying to keep things clean. About how you should just move back to the Compound, at least there you know there isn't asbestos in the walls. The pounding grows louder and you worry that the other patrons are going to start complaining.

"I'm coming!" you yell towards Nat on the other side of the door and the pounding stops. Muttering to yourself that she's impatient, you whip open the door and nearly rip it straight off its hinges.

"You can text Danvers back? If you don't want me to text you, just block me!"

The words knock against your ears as you stare in disbelief at this attack. A sickening feeling in your stomach as you see the anger she uses to hide her pain away from everyone. You clench your brows,

"I can't. We're teammates. What if you were dying?"

"Exactly, what if I was? You didn't even read them!"

Her yelling would've had you glowering at her in the past. You would've been angry at her for coming and attacking you in your 'safe haven' and then you would've been tearing off each other's clothes.

But the way your life has been these past months, you're relishing in this moment. You'd thought about finding anyway to see her. Whether it was you slamming on her door in the middle of the night or wishing that she'd show up on her own. Anything to see her again, but you knew neither of those would bring her back to you forever.

"Let me get this straight," you rest your hands on your waist and watch Wanda's shoulders loosen as she hears no malice in your voice, "You came all the way over here to yell at me about who I text? Wanda, jesus. Why are you here?"

The question catches her off guard, as if she doesn't really know why she's here. In her mind, she was probably looking for a fight. To get you to look at her for once this month. Something to prove that you were still in love with her.

You know the team talks, share what they think's appropriate with each other. You've heard how Wanda asks about you and she no doubt knows you've asked about her. Both of you hadn't heard it from each other though. You were nothing but strangers to each other, just wanting more.

"We haven't trained in a while,"

Wanda avoids your stare as she tries to look into your room. You sigh and step in front of her, "Didn't think we needed to,"

Wanda nods slowly, "Right. Danvers is your new partner, right?"

You stare at each other, knowing what she's insinuating with those words. All you do is clench your jaw, trying to figure out what she wants from you.

"God, I'm... I'm sorry." Wanda breathes out, looking as if she just shrunk ten sizes as she slides her phone back into her pocket, "You don't owe me replies. And today isn't an excuse for me to be an ass. I just... I just really wanted to punch something."

You try to chuckle, "Punching? A little too spicy for us, huh?" Wanda's smile sits halfheartedly on her face as your jaw tightens, knowing today jokes aren't needed, "What is it, 6 years today?"

Wanda nods, "We... He would've been thirty this year," You can see her stiffen as she comes to the realization, another birthday without her brother. Another birthday where she doesn't fight to blow out the candles because he was 'twelve minutes old'.

Quickly, she tries to shake away the thought, to find something to distract her from the shadow of death that covers today, "Did you want to grab breakfast or something after you... I mean, I know you and Danvers get donuts and,"

She starts to ramble. It's been a long time since you've heard her do this and you'd always hold her close and tell her whatever she wanted to do, you'd do it. Instead, you force yourself to stay silent. To let her drone on and on until she has no more words to fill the quiet between you.

Slowly, you step to the side and silently invite her inside to maybe hide her from the pain that waits for her once she's alone. As she walks in and you close the door, you let her look around for a moment. At the piles of mismanaged filing on the desk and the dishes that pile in the sink. Her eyes rest longer than they should on the bed, wringing her fingers as her eyes flash back to you. You take in a slow breath, knowing that there was a simple way to slap a band-aid on all of this.

Wanda releases the breath she took with you, "You really meant it, huh?"

You hum out and wish you could take all the pain you can see wafting off of Wanda, the tightness in her lips as she tries to hold herself together.

"You'd do anything for me? I told you I couldn't do this and you do all of this," she raises her arm at what your life is like now, "You'd live like this because I'm selfish? Because I can't sit down and figure out what I want?"

You stay silent, knowing that all of this was you being selfish too. To say you were giving her space but still being close enough to be in the back of her mind. Like she said the last night with you, she was still connected to you. And even if you didn't have her powers, you felt it too. You couldn't leave, even if you blamed it on having to stay close for the team. You were just as selfish, never wanting to let her go.

"I just... you were right. Every time we get close, we blow up. One night doesn't fix what I did for two years. Maybe, maybe we do have to try and move on."

Wanda's eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat as she tries to see if you're just lying to yourself. To try and hear any loud thoughts that maybe screaming at her to stay. You try with every ounce of your strength to silence them.

"And you want to move on?" Wanda whispers, quietly as if she doesn't want to hear those words.

"I have to," you say as your phone buzzes and you listen to Wanda sigh out.

"Don't get that,"

You press your lips together and raise your shoulders "I have to,"

Wanda steps forward quickly, "No, you don't have to. What do you want?" She yanks the phone from your grasp and throws it onto the bed, "Just like you always asked me. What do you want, hm? What. Do. You. Want?"

Wanda's eyes stare deep inside of you, wishing you could just tell her as you fought to keep everything inside of you. To keep silent that you were terrified of hurting her again. Knowing how scared she was that you'd break her heart again made you rethink each word you said, each pause you held o not reopen the wounds you'd given her.

"I want my phone."

There's a slight buzzing sound as Wanda's green eyes glance over to the bed, another buzz. You step towards the bed, your shoulder just brushing hers, fists clenching as you feel the jolt of electricity through your stomach. As you lean forward to grab the glowing phone, you practically jump on it as you watch the magic fling it across the room.

Your fingers just catch the edge, groaning as it lands safely in Wanda's hand. Throwing a pillow against the headboard, you snap at Wanda.

"I am not a child! Give me my phone, Wanda!" You stare across the room at each other, freezing at the annoyance in your voice.

She gently places your phone on the entertainment center, face down so all you can hear are the soft buzzes. She stays quiet against your tone, knowing you're fighting from telling her the truth again.

"What do you want," Wanda says, her voice soft and alluring, begging you to pull down your walls.

"I don't want this," you say, watching those green eyes snap to yours as the words leave your mouth. The tears fill her eyes as you step forward.

Wanda's brows clench tightly, trying to understand what you're telling her. You sigh, running your hands down your face as you try to clear the knot from your throat.

"Wanda, I'm not trying to find comfort because I'm lonely. I don't want this to be how we say goodbye. So, what I want, you can't give," You slip into your shoes and yank your jacket, leaving behind a slowly spinning chair.

As you grab your keys, Wanda steps in front of you and pulls your eyes up from the ground. Her hands hover just in front of you, fingers twitching to touch you. To rest them on your chest as she talks to you, to have your eyes rest on hers and watch them warm at her touch. She can feel your breath on her and watches your hands bunch in your sweats, fighting the same urge.

"Try me," she whispers, feeling you take a step forward as you press your body against hers. It's everything you've been missing, your body shivering as her cool touch just passes along your skin.

You shake your head, "If you want my phone so bad, don't lose it," You words brush against her skin, your eyes watching the blush grow and knowing how badly her fingers want to wrap around your wrist. To hold you near and feel your whispers all along her skin.

Stepping to the side, you slip past her and feel her hand fall back to her side. She quietly follows you out of the room, curiously watching as you leave it unlocked. Anything of value you had left in the Compound.

The air is cold, fall is beginning to turn into winter and the sun is hidden behind clouds. The leaves on the ground rustle with a light breeze that fills your skin with goosebumps.

You glance back to Wanda, watching her huddle tighter into her hoodie as you open the passenger door of the car. She stares at it, confused as to why you're not handing her a helmet and jacket.

"Traded Bucky until I move back in. Easier to haul stuff over, " you tell her, not mentioning that Bucky had seen something in your eyes that night. How he had ran down and yanked you off that bike before you could force the speedometer to its limits on a rain slicked highway. Swapping your keys for his, a beatdown car as old as you that barely made it past sixty.

Wanda slides into the passenger seat, looking around as you climb in and crank the engine awake. It sputters as you turn the heater just how she likes it, turning all the vents towards her to keep her warm. She notices the small gesture and you can feel her eyes on you, the weight of their stare trying to pull you in but you back up with a single mirror.

Your heart is pounding in your ears as you raise the volume of the radio, hoping she can't hear it or see the way you stretch out your fingers from gripping the steering wheel.

The silence is thick between you, neither of you mentioning how the engine sputters at stop signs or how you're fighting every urge to rest a hand on Wanda's thigh. The buzz of your phone is loud inside of the cupholder and Wanda glances down at the screen, reading the name.

"It's,"

"Ignore it," you glance at her as she clears her throat and you take a slow a turn.

"Are you going to kill me and dump my body?"

You let out a small snort, a grin growing on your face as you rest your arm on the center console, "Everyone knows you're here. I'm the first suspect. The angry ex."

Wanda chuckles, shifting down into the seat now that the heater is blowing. You turn your head as you wait for the last stoplight to turn green and as you do, you see her. The twinkling in her eyes that has replaced the pained tears she had in your motel room. No shade of green could describe her eyes and you knew nothing could come close to the beauty trapped inside. Her mouth opens to tell you something but a loud honk startles both of you.

Glancing forward, the light's green and you quickly wave to the car behind you and get moving. Wanda giggles quietly, your cheeks burning at the embarrassment but you keep your eyes locked on your destination. Soon, you're parking off to the side of the road.

You're out of the car quickly, shaking out the nervous weight in your arms as you walk around the back of the car. Wanda slowly climbs out, eyes locked on the building you stopped at.

It's boarded up and it's certainly an eyesore amongst all of the new and prospering shops and restaurants here. The paint is starting to chip but you can still make out the words on the weathered sign. Wanda walks slowly up to it, glancing back as you swing your keys around your fingers so she doesn't see the way they shake.

"Is this?"

You let out a hum, watching the way her eyes light up as the keys slide into the lock and turn with a soft click.

"Oh, wow," she breathes out, hand wiping down the window at one of the posters in front of the boards. You glance at it, a small grin finding its way on your lips as you read the event. It was one of the first concerts you and Wanda had gone to. You had picked up an order of vinyls when you saw it and knew that had to be where your first proper date would be.

Slowly, Wanda walks into the building. Her eyes scan through the darkness as you try to get some of the lights working. They're dim and flick inside what is an empty building but this place fills with memories that keep you warm. Dust coats every inch of this place, vinyl sleeves unmoved all this time. The instruments that were once sold here are shoved off to the side and the posters are starting to curl at the corners. But the way Wanda walks through here, it's as if it never closed.

Wanda slowly flicks through the vinyls, her nose scrunching as she lifts up a vinyl for you to see. You chuckle quietly as you close the door and lock it, your jaw clenching tightly as you see those neon words, Houndmouth.

"You bought them out," Wanda smiles, wiping away the dust from the case of the demo vinyl player, "You are a music snob."

You slide your hands into your pockets, a small grin on your face as you cough away some of the dust that tickles your throat. Wanda excitedly walks around, remembering all the memories the two of you shared here. Patting the place where the cash register was and how she'd sit there, legs swinging as you scoured for new records as she talked to the worker. How you caught her eyes when you glanced up from your search to see her watching you with giddy eyes.

Wanda stops and glances up with a frown. You watch her quietly as she steps to the side, counting the shelves and almost rearranging things in her head. She steps around and into another shelf and grips the top tightly,

"Here."

"Here?" you ask, walking over to her but she shakes her head and points for you to walk on the other side of the records. You listen to her silent order and stand there, brows raising as you shrug in confusion.

Wanda smiles, the flicking light above you glistening off her tear filled eyes, "Here. This is where met for the first time."

You feel like your got punched in the lungs as all your air rushes out, "No, no. I met you over there." you point towards the walkway to a nearly empty wall of practice instruments, "You ran straight into that worker carrying that box,"

She groans, smacking your arm as you remember the way she looked that day. Her auburn hair the fell from her half bun and the nervous pulls at the sleeves of her oversized blue shirt.

"Of course, and you had that stupid smile on your face," she points at your side grin, the blush you fell in love with that day filling her cheeks again.

It felt like a million years ago but like it just happened yesterday. You remember trying so hard to make her laugh and you wonder if you should've tried so hard. You wonder where the two of you would be now if you hand't looked up. How much better off she would be if she had never met you that day.

"Why the hell do you have the keys to this place? If you're taking care of it, you're doing a horrible job," Wanda smiles, her finger sliding along the top of the vinyls.

"That undercover mission was cushy," you say as you lean against the shelf and hear it creak, "A lot of pay. I had heard from a buddy this place was going under and..." You clench your brow as you look around this dusty building, "I mean it was important then and I couldn't let it be turned into another chain store. I meant to tell you."

Wanda hums, "Lied again," it's a joking jab but you don't laugh and watch her smile fall form her face.

Glancing at your watch, you raise your brows, "I know it's early. We're still about four months, eight days, fifteen hours-,"

Wanda looks down at her phone with a small grin, "Twenty three minutes and twelve seconds. My birthday."

You nod, remembering she loved to count down to the exact second. Just so she could prepare for when Pietro would yell that it was his birthday twelve minutes early when they grew up. And for her to quietly whisper him a 'Happy Birthday' as she grew another year older without him.

"I wanted to give this to you. Maybe have a side business or something. Make you a professional music snob but uh, yeah." You clear your throat as you walk over to a table that was dragged out of the office, "It's just been siting here. I never knew if you'd ever want to see this place again."

Wanda calls out your name as if to tell you that was a dumb thought but you quietly unhook a couple of keys from your ring and place them on the table, "It's yours. All the paperwork's in the car. We can get the names changed so it's only yours," you sigh, trying to remember if there was anything else as you try and keep your eyes from her.

"Y/N. You seriously bought this?"

Crossing your arms in front of you, you give a slow nod as Wanda slowly starts to walk towards you.

"You bought the first place we ever met,"

"Yup," your voice barely breaks through a whisper, scratching against your cheek nervously at how close she's getting.

Wanda sighs and sits next you up on the table. She pats your thigh and takes in a deep breath,

"I can't take this from you. I mean, you're probably more connected to this place besides just me."

You furrow your brow, barely remembering your life before you met Wanda. Without Wanda, this was jut a record store, nothing more, "I haven't been here since the last time we came. I bought it overseas, Wanda. I didn't even come to check on it."

Wanda's brows raise, a heavy blow as she looks around. A shivers runs through her and you see that grin on her face,

"You think there's ghosts?"

You chuckle, appreciating how she's trying to keep the air light in such a happy place, "I think it's too young for that. Though, they did have a phonograph here. Maybe a spirit followed it."

She laughs quietly, glancing around in silence. As if both of you are waiting for a ghost to pop out and prove that it's here. But nothing happens. Just the two of you breathing through congested noses in a place that brought you the best person in a life filled with so much regret and hate.

"Y/N?" Taking in a deep breath, you look over at Wanda as she spins the rings on her fingers, "What do you want?"

The table creaks underneath you as you decide not to sit on top with Wanda, "What I want is to start over. That day I met you here," You can practically feel your stomach doing somersaults, listening to the short hum from Wanda as she seems to understand. From the look on her face though, she's going down the wrong path.

"I want to brush off that work date I had that made me leave. To have actually taken you out for coffee and listened to that record with you."

Wanda nods slowly, "Do you regret how we met?"

You shake your head with certainty, "I regret how I handled things."

"Me too,' she agrees, sighing as you both think back on the year you've had. The dumb mistakes you two made when you were so close to mending each other. Too scared to risk it all again.

Your phone buzzes against the top of a drum that Wanda had set it on. You chuckle at the noise it makes, "I should probably go get-," As you stand to grab it and leave for the paperwork before going to train, a hand grips you so tightly you feel a twinge of pain. Looking back, Wanda's lips are starting to tremble.

"Don't,"

"Wanda, do you really want to let your walls down again? Maybe you're right..."

Wanda stands up, the table creaking out as you watch her every move, "Tell me you have no more lies,"

You shake your head, "None," her hands grab at the hem of your shirt and slowly pulls you closer to her. You try to fight her but you spent all your energy back at the motel. As you look at her, the vulnerability in her eyes, it doesn't take much to have you drawn into her. Your fingers running beneath her hoodie as she draws in a tight breath at how cold your fingers are.

"I have so much guilt, Wanda. I should've done everything so-,"

"Don't," Wanda whispers, "Brush off that work date. Start. Over."

Your arms wrap tightly around her waist as she presses her lips against yours. A soft touch, so different from the rough kisses the two of you shared so often. Your lips barely start moving against hers before she's already pulled back, her breath running over you and her soft skin already intoxicating you, "No more lies. No more secrets. What do you want?"

Your lips brush against hers as her fingers bunch up the back of your hoodie, trying to pull herself as close as she can to you, "I want to fix this,"

She rests her hands on your face, chills running down your spine when you see her searching eyes, "So do I,"

Those words snap something inside of you, releasing something you've been holding onto ever since you came back from nearly dying. The desperation to have Wanda back with you, to feel her love and not just her lust. For all those innocent touches of hers and to share everything life had to offer with her. You just wanted her.

Wanda can see it, she can feel this change inside of you. Her arms wrap around your neck as she pulls you to her, your face fall into the crook of her neck. Your body shakes as you let her truly see the guilt you've carried, no more lies.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," you croak out, your fingers practically wrapping her hoodie around your hands. Her fingers massage along your neck, listening to your shuddering breaths, "I can't lose you again."

She cups your face, wiping away the hot tears that run down your face. She's smiling as her own tears run down her face and you chuckle at the mess the both of you are in, "As long as I don't lose you, we've got this."

Clearing your throat, you run a sleeve across your nose. Feeling the wave of emotions recede and look around, the cogs in your brain turning. How much more can you do this? How much more can Wanda take? How long would it be until you messed all of this up again and lost her again. If there were meant to be no more lies, you couldn't lie to yourself and believe that you could honestly fix this.

"I like your optimism. But are you sure. I mean, are we being realistic?"

Wanda hums, not an excited sound but cautious. Her eyes study you carefully, wanting to read your mind but knowing she shouldn't. The quiet tension the air makes her shift. You know what you're about to say and you wonder if Wanda's truly ready to hear it.

"You said it yourself. Every time we get closer to each other, we blow up."

Her eyes flick away before finding yours, "So, are you saying patterns can't change? Like you haven't changed?"

You look away with a sigh, a grin on your face but it isn't because you're happy, but because of every other emotion filling you. Your hands shake as you run them down your pants and try to clear out your throat, trying to clear your head for what you're about to tell her.

"It's not just me. Have you seen anyone at the Compound hold a steady relationship? I mean, Bucky and Nat haven't even figured it out," You glance over to her, green eyes staring off into the distance at the resolution you're working towards. A resolution that's going to shatter her world all over again. Her mind is turning at a million mile an hour, not prepared for the pain that's about to drown her again.

Nodding slowly to yourself as you pull in a deep breath, you stare at the wall just past her, afraid to see the pain in her eyes, "When I was tortured... I learned the definition of insanity."

Wanda mirrors you, a smile to try to hide the pain, "Having this conversation in our record store."

You swallow the knot in your throat, rubbing your hand against your lips as you hear the crack in her voice but she smacks your thigh, "Let's just get you back home to the Compound and talk-,"

"I thought that I could handle what the other's couldn't," you talk over her, darting your eyes away from her trembling lips that she tries to hide, "But even after we got together, I failed to make us my priority. My past has taken so much and it's damaged more than me. I've left it and it's still dividing us. There's no finish line in the war I'm in,"

The tears have welled up inside of your eyes as you turn to Wanda, to give her the respect of your attention. Her tears have already escaped her eyes, fingers spinning her rings faster than you've ever seen before.

"You know, I spent the whole flight from Jordan questioning if it was fair to keep dragging you along. To have a promise that we could figure this all out with time."

Wanda nods slowly, sniffling and trying to look at you without breaking, but the cracking in her voice tells you everything, "And did you come up with an answer?"

All you do is stare, wondering if maybe it was too soon. Maybe a year apart from each other would be better. Would let both of you truly figure out what you wanted but sit-in in a place of memories, knowing it all started with lies, you can't keep dragging her along. You pull in a tight breath, shoulders rising high as you try to drop the tension in them.

"With all the mistakes I've made and all the collateral damage I've caused to what we were," your heart is pounding in your chest but you force yourself to look into those tear filled eyes, "The biggest tragedy would be using that as an excuse to not fight for a future with you."

Wanda's head tilts, curious if she heard you right. The wrinkles between her brows soften and the trembling of her lips grows. The grin fills your face, "We should be with each other. Together. Fix us, together."

She stares at you, watching the grin form into a smile as her lips rise but fall in disbelief as her stare narrows to see if you're joking. She scoffs as she looks away to take a breath and laughs,

"You sure you're not still drunk from all that beer?" she reminds you of the empty cases in that shoddy motel room.

You shake your head, "Never thought clearer about anything else in my life. Do you want this?"

Wanda slides off the table, a huge smile on her face as you raise your brows, "Yes?"

She barely lets you get that word out of your lips before she grabs your hoodie and yanks you to her, "Yes!"

Her lips smash against your smile, arms wrapping around her waist as you hold her against you. The instant you felt her soft lips on yours, the world became brighter and lighter all around you. The world was less daunting as you held this powerful woman in your arms.

"Oh my god," Wanda scrunches her nose as she grabs your face, pushing back your hair to look at you clearly, "I was so worried you were going to propose."

You smile, "Oh really. That's what you were worried about?"

Wanda hums, her nose running along yours as you melt into her soft touches, “Mhm, no other options. Had to play hard to get, make you see straight.”

Your lips peck against hers, the sound of her hum hits against your chest with an electric jolt, “I thought we weren’t supposed to lie,” you mutter against her.

She slides her finger down the new scar on your lip, knowing how many scars each of you has and knowing that none of them will be because of each other,

“Just kiss me,”

You raise a brow as she smiles, knowing you are certainly going to enjoy making up for all the passionate and tender moments you lost. She sighs out, “and love me.”

Pulling away, you cock a brow at her choice of words, “Did you just-?”

Wanda smiles, her finger tracing down along your neck, “You should write more romantic letters like that,”

Smiling, feeling a flip in your stomach as she looks at you with those eyes that nearly drop you to your knees, you move quickly. Your arm slides behind her knees as you pick her up and start carrying her giggling body to the backroom, “Oh, I’ll show you some romance,”

Wanda shakes her head, pressing you back before your lips smash against hers as you settle her down on a desk, “Hey,”

You stop, hands wrapped around her waist with a grin, already knowing what she’s going to say and preparing yourself.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Breathing out slowly, you let the words wash over and practically feel the worries that weighed down your shoulders disappear. You didn’t want to spend another day without her touch, to feel her soft touch on her skin as she talked about her day and all her dreams with you. And if you mutter your own three words, you can start to make up for all your regrets. It’s barely a thought in your mind as your lips press against Wanda’s for a quick moment,

“I love you.”

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Could you please write something where Steve and reader are like friends with benefits and she ends up pregnant? And you can do whatever you want for the smut if you want to include it or not💖💖

I LIVE for friends with benefits trope whew and then add feelings developing for one another on top of that? I’m WEAK. Coming right up!

In Too Deep

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Accidental Pregnancy

You’re not sure when it happened, but Steve had become an emotional crutch for you.

It was only supposed to happen once, you’d both claimed it would never happen again.

Let’s just say, that didn’t go as planned.

One hookup turned to two, turned to three and somewhere down the line you and Steve had become fuck buddies.

Whether you’d had a bad day, he’d had a long day at work or you were feeling lonely, when he’d call and ask to swing by or for you to come over, you ended up back in his arms.

This was the last time, you promised yourself. You just had to give in this one last time to the magnetic pull of his lips, the scorching heat of his touch and the incredible things he could make you feel.

Which is how you once again found yourself in his bed.

He was absolutely intoxicating. You were sure you were going to need an intervention from him at some point soon because you were addicted.

You were currently straddling his lap as he nibbled at your neck, smiling against your skin at your encouraging moans.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

It was a miracle that somehow you’d both been too busy to see each other lately as it’d been two weeks since you’d last hooked up. If it were up to you’d probably be fucking him twice a day.

“I missed you too,” you gasped when he pulled you forward enough for your throbbing core to rake over the tent in his pants.

“How much?” he asked, kissing across your bare shoulder, your pants and shirt having been discarded long ago.

You both were like wild animals when you’d first arrived, tossing clothes left and right as you scrambled from the door, lips attached. You didn’t even make it up to his room and had ended up on his couch where the two of you were half naked and close to just fucking on the couch.

You were hot and ready to go and you ground clothed core over his aching cock, the friction making you lose words entirely.

“That answer your question?” you breathed.

“Not entirely,” Steve smirked up at you, hand cupping your dripping pussy, “Remind me how much?”

“Enough to tell you I want you fucking inside me right now,” you gritted out.

You and he had been playing these games for months now. He knew what you wanted and you knew what he liked. You knew how he sounded, how he looked when he came and he knew that you always gasped his name moments before your own orgasm.

He’d seen nearly every part of you, physically and emotionally. There was just one dangerous thing about this game.

His answering growl didn’t surprise you too much, he loved hearing what you wanted and in as dirty of details as you were comfortable with. Months ago, you wouldn’t have been talking like this, but he’d made you cum so many times now that any and all humiliation you could feel with him during sex was long gone.

His next move did surprise you as he roughly pushed your panties aside, pushing his boxers down enough for his cock to emerge, and grabbed you by the hips. His next command was mumbled against your lips before he kissed you again.

“You want to prove how much you missed me? Ride me.”

You moaned against his mouth, his dirty talk sending waves of arousal from your breasts, all the way down to your clit. Your inner muscles squeezed around nothing and you wanted nothing more than to obey his command.

So you did, coming down hard on him with the first movement, making him wrench his mouth away from yours, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck baby, no one’s as good as you,” he groaned, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

Your hands slid up his chest and through the dark hair there—you always told him it was sexy, especially when he once confided in you that maybe he should shave it, you’d then threatened to throw out all his razors just so he wouldn’t.

You leaned forward, lips attaching to his throat, sucking on the delicate spot just above his Adam’s apple that you knew drove him wild. His hands glided up your back as your hips rocked, delving him deeper inside you.

You’d been with him so many times now, but it always surprised you how every time it felt like he was stretching you to your limits—like it was the first time again. You gasped as his hips bucked, hitting a deliciously, specific, deep part within you.

“Jesus, Steve,” you moaned, hands gripping his arms.

“Oh you like that?” he smirked, searching for your mouth again.

He was big on touch, big on kisses during sex—something that wasn’t good for your heart. But he kissed you hard, deeply as he thrust within you and you couldn’t stop yourself if you wanted to. All you wanted was to be with him in his arms, regardless if he was inside you or not.

Your body rocked hurriedly, your impending orgasm on the horizon and his answering moans let you know he was holding back from losing it before you could.

“Baby, oh god,” he moaned, “I’m close.”

You squeezed around him, his eyes squeezing shut, his chest heaving.

“Then cum,” you purred, arms around his neck, teeth lightly scraping his earlobe as you whispered into his ear.

“No.”

You don’t know what had gotten into Steve as he lifted you, shifting your bodies until you were flat on the couch, him hovering over you. His movements halted to an almost painful pace as he thrust in and out of you languidly, much, much slower than you’d been moving before.

His eyes were intense on yours as he teased you.

“I want to enjoy this as long as possible.”

For some reason, you felt like that comment had a double meaning, but you didn’t get the chance to respond as he reached behind you, unhooking the bra that’d still been on up until this point. He pulled the fabric off, letting it fall to his fingers to the floor.

His fingers tweaked your nipples and you felt the flutter of your reaction within the flutter of your pussy.

“Jesus,” he moaned, feeling your reaction around him too, “Do you even know what you do to me, Y/N?”

No, you didn’t, actually. But then again, he had no idea the true affect he had on you.

You pleaded with him, his thrusts still not picking up pace as he licked and sucked and absolutely relished your breasts.

Ste-eeeve,” your plea turned into a full, loud moan as he thrust into you so hard and unexpectedly your head swam.

“Gonna make you cum so hard sweetheart that you’re practically crying my name,” he promised, teeth gently scraping your nipple.

You were no longer capable of thought. Your entire body arched into his, pressing as much skin against his as you could. Other than the slaps of your bodies, your moans were the only other sounds to be heard.

He was clearly proud of himself, you could tell through hooded eyes when you were just a mess of babbling words.

“Yes, Steve, don’t stop, fuck.”

Your mouth was just spitting out anything at this point as you both neared the end of your escapade. When his touch found your clit, rubbing circles on it, you were a goner.

He got his wish, as you cried out his name, a high pitched moan coming from you as your orgasm ripped through your body, setting it on fire. You felt his gaze on you the entire time as you fell apart and felt the groan come from his chest, your own pressed flush against his.

His hair was falling into his eyes, his forehead slick with a sheen of sweat as he dropped his head, his own orgasm hitting him as he shuddered with pleasure.

“I love you, fuck,” he moaned, hands tight on your sides.

You had to have heard wrong. Even though you were already short of breath, for a split second it caught in your chest. There was no way he’d actually said that he’d loved you.

But when his head lifted again, face flushed with post sex haze and no apparent signs of showing he realized what he’d said, your heart dropped. Of course he didn’t. It was just the height of a very passionate moment, it meant nothing.

“Doing okay?” he mumbled, kissing you again.

His mouth moved lazily against yours, sweet, but the lingering heat was still there. He pulled away just enough giving you a series of broken kisses, small pecks against your lips.

It was something he always did, the after sex passionate kiss, sometimes even leading to the multiple staccato kisses that made your entire body weak.

Why was being fuck buddies with Steve a dangerous game?

Because you had fallen in love with him.

And you were pregnant with his baby.

•

You had no one else that you could talk to and believe you if you did, you would.

“Not that I want any explicit details,” Robin said, nose scrunching up, “But he said I love you? During sex?”

“Yeah at the end, when he came,” you said, flatly.

“Okay! Don’t need images I can’t erase,” she said, holding up a hand.

“I’m sorry,” you winced, “If I had anyone else to talk about it with, I would.”

“You know I don’t mind helping you,” she assured, “It’s just weird hearing about Steve’s sexcapades with you…my other best friend.”

Robin was well aware of the feelings you had for Steve. The ones you’d been running from for far too long. Now, you were screwed—figuratively and literally. You’d yet to tell her that secret.

“I know, I know. Normally I wouldn’t talk about the explicit stuff, but it really threw me off. He didn’t mention it, so I figured he didn’t even realize he did it.”

“You could’ve just used the time to be like “hey, I love you too” so let’s bang some more!”

“Robin!” you exclaimed, exasperated, “How awkward would’ve that been if it was just a declaration in the heat of the moment?”

“Point taken,” she nodded.

“But then he turned around and did the after sex thing that literally gives me butterflies,” you groaned.

“It isn’t something gross is it?” Robin eyed you warily.

“No! He’s just really big on kissing during it, at least he has been with me and right after he always gives me the sweetest, most passionate kiss that kind of trails off to these short, soft pecks or something. It doesn’t help my feelings whatsoever, that’s for sure,” you grumbled.

“That’s actually romantic. I didn’t think he had a romantic bone in his body,” she hummed.

“There’s more,” you winced.

“More sex?” she guffawed, “Are you guys secretly rabbits?”

“No, I mean there’s something else I haven’t told him,” you bit your lip.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Her eyes widened.

“Oh shit…and it’s Steve’s?”

“No, Robin. It’s Tom Cruise’s,” you replied dryly, “Who else have I been sleeping with for the last six months?”

“You gotta tell him now, Y/N.”

“What? That I’m in love with him or that I’m pregnant?”

“Both!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up, “It can’t be that hard.”

“Easy for you to say,” you mumbled.

“He said he loved you,” she pointed out.

“During sex! That doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure people say shit they don’t mean all the time during sex.”

“If you keep putting it off though, it’s not going to get any easier.”

“What’s not going to get any easier?”

You and Robin’s heads whipped to the front doors of Family Video. You’d managed to catch Robin alone during their shift and had been venting to her ever since. You hadn’t thought to ask where Steve was and you hoped to God he hadn’t overheard the entire conversation.

“Sorry it took so long. There was a huge line at the coffee shop,” he said, holding up the two coffees.

He handed Robin her takeout cup and she took a sip, eyeing you two.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled.

“Hey,” you said, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

It’d never been this awkward between you two, but now that you knew you had two huge bombs you had to drop on him, you were panicking.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked.

“That’s my cue to go check out the new inventory,” Robin said, “Maybe it’ll finally be the day we get Back To The Future in!”

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“How long has she been waiting for you guys to get that?”

“Too long,” he grinned, face falling into a more serious expression, “So, uh, you fled my house pretty fast the other night.”

“Oh, yeah that. Sorry about that. I had to get home and get some…things done,” you tried to nod, convincingly.

He fidgeted with the cup on top of his coffee, biting his lip, watching you.

“It’s because of what happened, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you mean?”

That wasn’t a complete lie, it could’ve been something totally different than what you were thinking of.

“The “I love you”,” he confirmed, “It was because of that, wasn’t it?”

So he did realize he’d done it. He’d just pretended he didn’t.

“I-”

“Look, I didn’t mean to freak out, I’m so sorry. It just slipped out and-”

“Did you mean it, though?”

He sighed heavily and you held your breath, almost afraid of his answer. He almost looked exhausted, worn down, beaten, when he finally answered.

“Yes,” he whispered, eyes meeting yours, “I’ve almost accidentally said it about half a dozen times now. Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you off and I know we said we wouldn’t catch feelings, but I did and I’m not sorry, okay?”

You bit back a smile, listening to his endearing ramble.

“Well at least that makes half of what I have to tell you, easier,” you said.

“What?” his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Cause I fell in love with you a long time ago and I’m not sorry, either.”

He set his coffee cup on the counter and in two strides was in front of you, hands sliding into your hair as he kissed you.

You’d shared many kisses with Steve over the last half year, but this truly was one unlike any others he’d given you. Maybe it was the fact your mutual feelings were finally exposed, out in the open now to share, express, nurture and grow. His grip was firm on your face, as his lips moved softly against yours and you were pretty positive this was the top favorite kiss he’d ever given you.

He pulled away suddenly, looking down at you for a moment, looking mystified.

“Wait a minute,” he said, “You said half of what you had to tell me. What’s the other half?”

“Um, I’m pregnant,” you said, waiting for him to lose it, freak out, anything but what he gave you.

He laughed. Literally burst out laughing.

“It’s yours by the way, in case you’re wondering…I haven’t been with anyone else but you.”

You couldn’t decide between confused or horrified as he continued to laugh, pulling you to him and hugging you tightly.

“Are…you okay?” you asked, voice muffled by his chest.

He pulled back, grin spread across his face.

“It’s just funny because for the longest time—even before we started this thing—I’ve had this dream of starting a family. But wanna know who was beside me in that dream? You,” he admitted, blushing a little bit.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again—it was too early to be the baby, so you knew it was from your reaction to Steve.

“I guess I kinda already knew I was in love with you, even before this,” he chuckled, “I’m really going to be a daddy?”

Your mind couldn’t keep up with all the revelations, but there was plenty time to process it all later, so you just nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, you are.”

He kissed the top of your head, another round of bewildered laughter coming from above you.

“Now what?” you chuckled.

His brown eyes sparkled with joy as he looked down at you.

“Who would’ve thought I’d get the girl and a baby, all in one day?”

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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War Series — Away From Home

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Alternate Ending

Pairing || 1940s!Bucky x Wife!Nurse!Reader

Summary || You and your husband are continents apart. You are safe and sound at home while he is out fighting in the brutal war overseas. The only solace the two of you find is reading and writing letters to each other.

Word Count || 1626

Contents & Warnings || Major Angst, Fluff & Light Smut — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, implied smut, mention of war/injury/suicide/death, set in 1943, Bucky and Reader are both 26, pet names (doll, darling).

Authors Note || I’ve decided to rewrite and repost the first series and one of the first writings I wrote for Bucky.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It’s been a month since Bucky’s departure overseas to fight in the war, and you found it incredibly lonely being without him—your best friend and lover. The house and your life felt empty without him filling it up with his warm and bright self—his laugh, his smile, his touches, his everything. You missed him so terribly that it physically hurt, making your day-to-day life almost unbearable to live on most days. But you had to try and live an everyday life for your own sanity and well-being.

Your job at the hospital kept you busy with something to pass the time, but it was also a gruesome reminder of the horrid images Bucky must see and experience daily. Day by day, more and more soldiers came home so wounded and broken, making you fear that this would also be Bucky’s fate. But you kept a strong hope that he would somehow be immune to the disasters overseas. You knew it was unrealistic to think like that, but it was the only thing that kept you going each day.

On days when you weren’t working, you called up your girlfriends to go shopping or go out for dancing and drinks during the evening. Whatever they wanted, you were up for it. Their company made you happy and content, managing to take your mind off Bucky and the war for a few hours.

But once you return home, alone in your dark and empty house, all the fear and worries invade your mind once more, making you crumble to the floor and cry for hours on end.

On the few occasions when none of your friends were available and you had no shift at the hospital, you spent your time at home, trying to find something to do. You’d lost count of how many times you’ve gone around and cleaned, making the whole house look spotless.

The library is where you spend most of your time—reorganising your many books repeatedly; in alphabetic order, to the year it was published and so on—until there was no other way to organise them.

The only thing you found some solace in was reading letters from your husband and writing them to him. It was the only thing that brought you genuine joy and was the closest thing to the real deal—him. The letters were scarce as it took a long time for them to come in and out from the war front, so you cherished every letter you received, and you know he must treasure and appreciate them as well.

Right now, you were sitting at your cosy desk in the library, pen in hand, as the words flowed easily onto the paper as you wrote yet another letter to him.

My Dearest,

I feel I must write to you again, although there is not much news to tell you from the last time I wrote. Work is keeping me busy, while the comfort and the fun my girlfriends bring keeps me content.

I miss you terribly, my love. I miss the warmth from your touch as we are tangled in the sheets together. I miss the softness of your voice as the words whispered in my ear are meant for me only. I miss your joyous laugh filling up the house that feels barren now without you. I miss you so much it hurts. There is nothing more I desire in life but to have you with me constantly.

I dreamt last night, my husband. I dreamt about a child, our child. A child that will bring us love and joy in the future.

I wonder how you are getting along, my love. I shall be relieved to receive another letter from you. I can’t help but feel anxious about you every day. Thinking about what you are experiencing in the gruesome war overseas. I pray to whatever higher power exists for you to survive and come home safely to me in my arms.

Well, my husband, my brave soldier. I don’t know what else to write for now. So I will finish this letter with the fondest of love and kisses from your wife.

I love you the most. From yours truly,

xoxo

You sealed up the envelope containing your love letter for your husband, hoping it would bring him a ray of light and comfort in his usual dark, empty and deadly war days.

Somewhere in hostile Germany

With barely enough sleep from the night before, Bucky rested his eyes for the few minutes he had left before it was time to leave and fight once more. The sounds of bombs and gunshots could be heard in the distance, and he felt a deadly rush of excitement and fear in going out again to fight the enemy.

While his eyes were closed, he sat and wondered what his wife was up to at the moment.

You were most likely at work—tending to the wounded soldiers that had come home from this hellhole.

What would you have to eat? Something delicious, he hoped. His mouth watered at the thought of your homemade meals. You always made the tastiest and most fulfilling dinners. Whatever you were having, it had to be ten times better than what he had eaten today—soggy bread with a slice of cheese on top.

What would you be doing tonight? Would you go out with your girlfriends or stay at home? Maybe you were too tired from work and would rather spend the evening tucked into bed with a delightful book in hand.

When you went to sleep, would you think about him? God, he hoped so.

His mind started imagining you touching yourself while your mind clouded up with the memories of the last time the two of you were intimate. The thought of you softly moaning his name as your naked body squirms on the bed had him adjusting in the seat—feeling himself harden.

Not now, Buck. There’s no time for that. We have to leave soon.

“BARNES! Post for you.”

Once Bucky saw it was from you, he eagerly opened it, wanting to read it before going out in case he never returned. A few tears ran down his face after finishing the heartwarming letter, clutching it tight to his heart. He could never fully express in writing to you how these letters made him feel. How much they had saved him when he wanted to end his life due to all the inhumane things he’d witnessed in battle. These pieces of love from you were what kept him going each day.

There was still some more time before he left for an uncertain future, so he took the chance to write a reply to his wife.

My Darling,

Thank you for the heartwarming letter. It found me well in the time I needed it the most. I so long to be close to you. Trust, my love, that I do not forget you. I am doing everything in my power so that these few lines reach you.

I am so happy to hear that you are keeping yourself busy with work and friends. I am jealous.

I miss you terribly, my love. If only we could be together soon. I would give anything to be back in the comfort of your arms. To be tangled in the sheets together. To feel you wrapped so tightly around me in all the ways possible. To hear your laugh that fills my heart with warmth and butterflies.

Soon, my love, soon.

A child? I will give you as many children as you want when I return safely to you. We can buy a big house out in the countryside to raise our children and grow old together if that is what my wife desires.

The war? I don’t know what there is to say? I won’t put it mildly. The war is brutal and gruesome. It is something I don’t even wish upon my worst enemy to experience the things I have seen and gone through. Do not be alarmed by the words you just read, my love. As long as I have you in my mind, I can make it through the tough days and nights.

There is not much more to write to you. Just know that I am trying my best to come back to you, my precious doll.

I love you the most. From your brave soldier,

xoxo

Bucky sealed his letter in an envelope, and he once again hoped and prayed that this wouldn’t be the last time he ever wrote to you.

A week later

You were waiting anxiously out on the steps of your house for the postman to arrive. Your legs were bouncing up and down in anticipation if today was the day a new letter from your husband would come.

“Morning,” the postman announced while nodding, “I believe this is yours?” He handed you a letter—Bucky’s letter.

“Thank you.”

With shaking hands, you opened it right there on the porch, too eager to read it before you got inside. You took the time to read each line carefully, savouring each word.

You were so happy once you read about this love and need for you, how much he misses you, but then sadness overcame you as you read the parts about his struggles overseas, tears streaming down your face as he confessed his thoughts about ending his life. This was horrible. No one deserved to go through any of this. Your sweet Bucky didn’t deserve this.

You clutched it close to your heart, trying to feel his every emotion, sadness and happiness, through the letter as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Soon, my love. Soon you will be back safe and sound in my arms again…

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