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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Yandere Stain/F!Vigilante!Darling: Blessed

Warning: Dubcon/noncon

Word count: 3000+

Commissioned by @adosprincess98 !

Ever since his encounter with other Vigilantes like Knuckleduster and that younger protege of his who’d fought him, and after his enlightening fight with Izuku Midoriya, Stain had started to become more interested in others. He wasn’t very keen on having a partner or even worse, a sidekick, but he felt less disconnected from the society he was trying to clean up. He’d find himself on the lookout in between hunts for false Heroes, curious of what the local Vigilante activity in each region was like. It was during one of these nights that he’d discovered an up-and-coming Vigilante, a young woman dedicated to protecting her neighborhood when the police and Heroes weren’t able to. Apparently she was a beloved local figure by most of the community, and Stain had felt a strange form of connection whenever he watched her fight and rush to save innocents without hesitation. He wondered why she wasn’t a real licensed Hero, given her noble spirit.

Another shadowy figure appeared in the alley and walked towards the woman. Stain noticed a few others hidden from sight behind them, but if the woman saw them as well she kept it to herself. “You got the goods?” She cocked her head towards the man in front of her.

“You mean these ‘study aids’?” The man smirked and took out a ziploc bag from a pocket in his jacket. “I’ve got em...if you’ve got the money.”

The woman hesitated. “I have enough for one pill,” she replied cautiously, gripping the inside of one of her pockets. “But...I heard that you have alternative methods of payment, if someone like me wanted more. Is that true?”

The man narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Relax,” she replied casually. “One of my dormmates has a sister in high school who’s one of your regulars. Akiko? She said that you had a way for certain clients to work off debts.”

The man’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “Oh, Akiko,” he drawled. “Surprised she’d tell her big sis that she’s off hoe-ing it up to pay off a drug debt, but I don’t like getting involved in family shit.” He sized up the woman in her long trench coat. “Let me see what’s under that coat, and I’ll see if you qualify for that special service.” Not waiting for her to comply, he put a hand around her waist and grinned. “College girls like you don’t make as much as younger gals like ‘Kiko, but I’m sure you’ll be good for something.”

Stain peered down from above, unsheathing one of the knives holstered on his left leg to take out this piece of trash before he could harm the young woman. When he saw her quickly draw a taser out from underneath her trenchcoat and violently shove it into the dealer’s stomach, his eyes widened in surprise. She threw off the baggy coat revealing a costume that was clearly homemade and tossed off her hat to show the mask covering her eyes and upper half of her face. “I’m definitely good for kicking your ass, you scumbag,” she snapped, gripping the taser and glaring down at the man. “What kind of lowlife sells drugs to kids and makes them sell their bodies to pay off their debts?”

The man’s associates hiding in the other parts of the alley jumped out to attack her; despite the solid punches, taser shocks, and kicks she managed to throw at her multiple opponents, she was still taken by surprise and clearly on the losing end of this fight. The group’s leader staggered up and slammed her head against a nearby wall. “Fucking wannabe Hero bitch,” he grunted. “You think you can put on a shitty cosplay and suddenly become like All Might or something?” He barked out a laugh and withdrew a knife, and Stain immediately jumped into action. Despite this woman’s serious lack of training or experience, she still had the heart of a true Hero--he wasn’t about to let her life be snuffed out by a group of cockroaches.

The next few minutes were a painful hazy blur for ____ as she slumped against the wall and clutched her ringing head. One moment she was being held by her throat and being pummeled against the wall, and then the next she had somehow wound up out of the drug dealer’s hands. She heard the sounds of metal slicing through clothing and flesh, followed by fearful screams that were quickly cut short and devolved into sickening gurgles. Her vision was fuzzy as she tried to get her bearings, and suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up in someone’s arms. “Wha....Huh?” She blinked blearily up at her potential rescuer. “A Hero…?”

“Not quite.” The stranger moved through the alleyways while carrying her, doing his best to keep her awake by asking her questions: if she felt pain in any specific part of her head, if she’d been stabbed by the dealer, if she knew what the date was...anything to keep her awake. ____ lost track of time, answering in a feeble voice as the ringing in her head kept her from focusing. At some point she realized that the man had taken her into a building and set her down onto a mattress. “Don’t try to get up,” he said firmly. “I’ll get something to ease the pain and properly check if you’ve got a concussion.”

“Okay…” she murmured, too tired and aching to even attempt to get up on her own. She squinted at the figure’s silhouette in the dimly-lit room as he slipped a pill into her mouth, along with some water from a lukewarm plastic bottle. After a few minutes, her pain had subsided considerably and her body felt strangely warm and relaxed despite nearly getting killed earlier.

She heard him walk into another room and tried to look around as best as she could from her spot on the bed. Wherever she was, it was clearly somewhere this guy had been squatting in for a while. It looked like an abandoned apartment complex, and a few sheathed daggers were placed next to a small whetstone on the floor. A long red scarf was on the floor where he’d just stood, with multiple tears and dark stains flecked along the fabric. A nagging feeling prodded the back of her mind as she looked at it, wondering if she’d seen it before.

The man came back with a small flashlight and shined it into her eyes for a few moments. Once he was satisfied that she wasn’t concussed, he sighed softly with relief and set the flashlight down before placing a hand on her forehead. “I was worried that this would happen to you at some point,” he confessed. “Even with a heart like a genuine Hero, you’re still not experienced enough to know how to deal with multiple opponents surprising you like that.I should have followed my gut instinct and taken you before you got hurt.” He caressed her cheek and gave her an apologetic look. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you properly, but I’ll make sure you’re never in danger like that ever again.”

____ blinked and frowned as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. “Do I know you?” She tried to move her head up to get a better look at him, and he brushed his calloused thumb against her lower lip while cupping her face. ____ felt another rush of warmth and cautiously curled up in the closest thing she had to a defensive posture. “You’re getting kinda...handsy,” she said, slurring her words a bit as the painkillers left her tongue feeling extra heavy.

Stain froze up for a moment before moving his hand away from her mouth, looking away for a quick moment while he seemed to be holding himself back from saying something. “I’m...sorry,” he replied. “I’ve been watching over you for so long without being this close. It’s strange.”

____ felt her heart race as she slowly put together his words in her fuzzy head. “You’ve been stalking me?” She tried to scoot away from him and stumbled, but he quickly reached out and caught her before her face hit the floor. The way his skin felt against hers left her even more uncomfortably warm. She tried her best to appear intimidating in her current state and glared up at him as her breaths became heavy from the sudden heat in the air around her. “What was in that pill you gave me? And who the hell are you, you fucking stalker piece of--”

The distant lights of a car turning down a street streamed through the dirty windows of the building, and ____’s eyes widened as she recognized the briefly illuminated face of her stalker and rescuer. “Stain? The...you’re the one who’s been killing those Heroes,” she whimpered, starting to shake in his arms. “Why? Why take me, then? I’m not a pro, I swear I’m not. So why follow me?”

Stain felt a slight ache in his chest at the way she’d recoiled in fear upon recognizing him. “I know you’re a Vigilante,” he replied. “Even if you were a professional, I’d never hurt you. You’re noble in how you work, never bowing to bribery or selfishness and always being so hardworking and humble.” He gently rubbed one of the sides of her shoulder as his voice softened. “You’re a true Hero, on All Might’s level in my mind. A very precious and rare treasure, even in a society full of people who claim to be Heroes.”

____ shifted uncomfortably in his arms and awkwardly rested her head against his shoulder; she felt so warm and heavy and tired, even with adrenaline coursing through her body and screaming for her to use every ounce of energy to run away from this obviously dangerous situation. “Um. Thanks,” she mumbled, still slurring her words a bit. She wasn’t sure how to react to a serial killing stalker confessing their admiration to her, but she figured that it was best to try and placate him by being polite. “Is that why you said you wanted to uh, ‘take me’ earlier? Before I got my head smacked around?”

Stain nodded. “You’re too valuable to this world to die in an alley at the hands of them,” he said darkly, wiping a stray bit of drying blood off of his cheek. “Now I know for certain that this is the best place for you.” He reached down and squeezed her hand while holding her closer to him. “Here you’ll be safe, and I’ll try my hardest to make you happy and comfortable.” He glanced at the dingy walls and floor of his hideout. “It’s not the temple you deserve, but I can still protect you here...and worship you.”

____’s eyelids felt heavier and heavier as she felt the Hero Killer lift her up and gently caress her back and lower thighs while he carried her. The way he said “worship” left a sick feeling of dread that made her hair stand on end. “That’s kind, but I don’t need to be worshipped,” she protested. “I’m just a...a friendly neighborhood Vigilante, y’know? I’m not a god or anything, so don’t worry about that.” She tried to stifle a yawn as Stain set her down on a surprisingly comfy futon--though in her exhausted and drugged state, anything would be comfortable and worth sleeping the night off on.

“You really are humble,” Stain replied with a small smile. He started to remove her shoes and the rest of her costume, and ____ feebly tried to keep him from undressing her body. “I’ll wash your clothes while you get some sleep, and after that I’ll draw a bath for you.” He easily maneuvered around her attempts to cover herself and soon she was completely nude on his bed. She shivered as the cold nighttime air blew over her exposed body, and Stain quickly reached for a thick blanket towards the end of the bed to place over her before grabbing her clothes to tuck under his arm. “I’ll warm up the water for your bath once I’m done washing these,” he said. As ____’s will to stay awake waned and she drifted into a deep sleep, the last thing she felt before losing consciousness was Stain’s lips pressed against her forehead.

____ finally stirred when she felt Stain pick her up and carry her bridal style to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. The pain in her head had subsided considerably, but her body still ached quite a bit and her mouth felt like dry cotton thanks to the pills he’d given her. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t the only one who was naked; Stain’s bare skin pressed against hers as he lowered himself into a large tub while still holding her. “Nghh...What’re you doing?”

Stain slowly sat her up from behind and reached for a bar of soap lying on the edge of the tub. “Bathing you,” he replied simply. “I wanted to let you rest longer, but I didn’t want to let it cool off completely by the time you woke up.”

As Stain washed her body and her hair, she glanced at a large bowl on the cracked tile floor that was lying next to a hot plate; filling an entire tub with warm water must have taken hours. She closed her eyes as he rinsed her hair and held his hand up to keep soap away from her face.

The two of them spent the next few minutes without speaking, with only the sound of the water sloshing around in the tub to break the long period of silence. Stain opted to stay and keep ____ in the bath until the water began to run cold, not wanting to let the warm water go to waste. He guided ____’s body and held her as she lay back against him and tried to relax in the arms of her captor. “Is there anything specific you’d like to eat?” Stain’s voice was much softer than ____ thought a serial killer’s would be, and so were his caresses as he stroked her underneath the water. “I’ll bring whatever you want.”

____ shook her head slightly; with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, food was the least important thing in her mind. “Can’t think of anything,” she replied feebly. “Just...whatever’s convenient, I guess.”

Stain’s slow and gentle movements started to lull her back to sleep as he held her in continued silence, but when she felt his hands wander to her chest and thighs her eyes snapped open. “Wh-what are you doing?” She tried to move away from him, but her body was still heavy and exhausted from overexerting herself last night--and she was still in a faint haze from the painkillers he’d given her.

Stain traced circles around her thigh, causing ripples to form along the water’s surface. He kissed the top of her head as he stroked her from behind. “Worshipping you,” he replied, still sounding so gentle. “You deserve to be cherished, inside and out.”

____ felt her face heat up, and as much as she wished it weren’t true, so was her core as Stain’s hand traveled lower and lower until his calloused fingertips brushed against her entrance. Her nipple pebbled around his other hand, and when he started to circle her clitoris underneath the water with his thumb she let out a small mewl. She hated to admit how nice it felt: the embrace of the warm water around her and Stain’s body against hers, the hazy fog of her arousal and the lingering painkillers still in her system, and those words of reverence he was showering her with as he continued to ‘worship’ her. She didn’t ask for this, but...she couldn’t quite bring herself to protest either.

Stain began to subtly rock his hips against hers, shivering with pleasure when he felt a bit of precum coat his cock and quickly drift away in the rippling water. Every sound that left ____’s lips was like music to his ears, pure and perfect and absolutely addictive. He continued to kiss her neck and stroke her as she began to instinctively grind against his hand to chase the high building within her core. "I would fantasize about this whenever I was watching over you,” he murmured. “Giving you tribute every night after I came home from a hunt.” His teeth grazed against her skin and he felt her entrance twitch underneath his fingers. He continued to circle his thumb around her clit as he slowly slid his finger into her delectably warm cunt, and he groaned softly when he felt her walls twitch around him. “But those dreams are nothing compared to this.” He gently sucked on her neck and then used his long tongue to toy with her earlobe, and she gasped as he played with her sensitive flesh. “The way you taste on my lips, the sounds you’re making while I pleasure you--”

____ felt the head of Stain’s cock burrow slightly in between her cheeks and squealed as it pressed up against her rear. Stain smiled and kissed her collarbone. “Just like that,” he continued. “And you feel so wonderful around me...so divine.” He slipped a second finger into her folds and curled them both inside, rubbing a spot deep within her that pushed her over the edge. As her body tensed and spasmed around his, cumming with her head tilted back and lips parted, Stain finally let himself climax with a sigh of her name. The two of them stared at each other with half-lidded eyes for a moment until Stain moved to finish their bath.

There was a warm glow emanating from her body that made Stain smile once more as he moved to drain the tub and then carefully lift her out to dry her off. Once she was taken care of, he quickly dried himself off and carried her to their bed. Her eyes were already closed by the time he pulled the blanket over her chest. He settled next to her and kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arms around his Beloved, feeling more comfortable and happy than he’d felt in a very long time. He’d been with her for less than one day and he already felt so blessed.

#yandere stain #yandere bnha #.bnha #.stain #tw: dubcon #tw: kidnapping #.myshit #.commission

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lovecinnatwist · 3 years

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So I know you wrote a star sapphire Dick au, but I raise you a star sapphire Jason au—he always seems to love everyone around him a lot more than they seem to love him and he just wants to be loved so badly poor baby

Hello Anon! I loveeee this idea! You didnt specify a pairing so I've made it gen. Let me know if you have a pairing in mind. I've left it open for ideas.

All are welcome to slide into my DMs with ideas for star sapphire!Jason.

Lanterns Lead Home

The first moment of consciousness Jason Todd has after being beaten to- not death apparently- is warmth.

The fuzzy feeling of being held by what must be twenty different pairs of hands pulls him back as he wakes. Every broken sob and desperate scream that wants to rattle free of his chest melts away into nothing. The air itself seems to vibrate with something sweet that he can’t put a name too. Every draw of breath fills him with kindness until he can recall the feeling-

love.

Tender touches chase away the bruises and scars until he can’t remember if they were ever there. Soft and caring caresses cup his cheeks and soft lips kiss away his tears. It’s too much and something that he’s been without for so long. For a moment he thinks of Catherine. Who she had been before the drugs. The thought of her breaks something in his chest. He cries and what seems like dozens of voices echo out validations. They sing back welcoming calls to release and let go.

So Jason does but he’s still floating. Still in the warm embrace of what he realizes must be his sisters. They must be because they call him that over and over and over again. A cup of something sugary comes to his lips and he gulps it down greedily. It coats his insides sweeping through him like a scolding saccharine syrup.

Consciousness starts to slip again but insistent slaps to the face jolt him awake.

‘ Not yet. ‘

He knows what the words are but his ears don’t actually hear them. The woman over him has blue skin and gorgeous eyes that see into everything he is. He wants to turn away from it but she holds him steady. There is another cup. She makes him drink and this time Jason feels like he’s suffocating.

He swallows more cups until he feels like he's at his limit. Then the hands are moving him and the rocking motion makes him feel sick. He passes from one hand to another until someone is bringing him to his knees in front of a huge glittering basin.

“ Purge Ja’s Purge and be reborn. “

He feels dizzy and sick. Like he’s still rocking. He clenches onto the cool surface ahead of him. He tries to collect himself but memories start surfacing like bile in his throat. He remembers everything in startling detail. It all flashes before him until he flies forward and purges.

He shakes and shudders through it. The loud cheers after every heave grounds him in support. Many hands hold him to stop him from falling in but no one stops him from emptying everything that he is into the quickling filling basin.

He trembles and they replace that one for another. He can’t believe there’s more to give but everytime he feels peace a vile memory twists up and sends him face first into the bucket. By the time he’s thoroughly wrung out and empty- gentle hands pull him up. He doesn’t fight as he’s taken by many hands to a cool pool that bubbles against his skin. It fizzes and sizzles but doesn’t burn as his body is submerged. His eye lashes flutter.

He gets a vague glimpse of blue skin and pinks and then someone tells him to hold his breath.

He does and goes under. Everything goes black.

Most Pink Lanterns don’t need to go through the rebirth. At least that is what Ja’s has heard from the others. The ring finds them before anything bad can happen. Usually during high emotions of love or joy something Ja’s has felt little of. Or well maybe that isn’t quite right.

He does love, he loves everything. He loves hard, fast, passionate and ferociously but sometimes it feels like there isn’t any left for him. Sure he’s had people care for him, but to choose him first? To love him first…. Wilis loved money, then Catherine loved the drugs, then there's Bruce who loved the Crusade and Alfred… well Alfred could never love him more than Bruce.

It had been that that drove him to Ethiopia in the first place.

He remembers everything in startling clarity now. His birth, his life, his death and of course both rebirths. It’s hard to forget the feeling of splitters digging into your fingertips and the taste of mud as you dig yourself out of your own grave. Who knows how long he had been wandering Gotham in a fuzzy haze? No one found him, no one had been looking for him. At least that's what he thought until he saw a pink glow.

The star sapphire. His star sapphire to be precise.

Lost in the memory he gently touches the gem. It’s a wonderment, meeting the sisters of the lanterns corps and of course… getting permission to be- well who he's always known himself to be, Ja’s as they call him.

It had been freeing to be allowed to be nurturing. To be allowed to be tender and to care. Despite the changes that he’s gone through he feels more like himself than ever before. Like his body suddenly fits and he is grateful for the Zamarons for allowing him the ceremony. They honor his pronouns, as they all honor and celebrate femininity as its essence and not as sex or gender. Ja's has learned nothing if not the suffering of smothering his divine feminine in his last life.

Now he is free.

( He tells himself that's why he hasn’t gone home to Gotham. Not because the existence of the third Robin Bruce has replaced him with. )

He does a good job at ignoring his old life and memories for the most part too. The few indulges he allows are watching digital transmissions of different versions of pride and prejudice with his sisters. Even in space nothing seems to beat human literature, something that Ja's gets to share with the others. He learns how to love deeper. Not only himself but more importantly everyone and everything. Mostly in the emotional sense… while the others- well Ja's isn’t quite ready for the sexual sense yet.

Like many of the Pink Lantern Corps he has yet to meet his soul mate.

The thought flutters low in his stomach. While he could easily show someone their love in his ring, the power didn’t work for star sapphires themselves. They simply had to wait for the pull and circumstance when they would feel the electricity in the air. Other members in the corps said that the feeling is indescribable. Like swallowing lightning or crashing into a planet with nothing to cushion the fall.

Though unfortunately, most of his sisters felt that with every good looking creature they came across.

Ja's takes a drink, lounging about in the Green Lanterns station. They’re taking a short interlude before heading back home. One that the others are taking full advantage of. It’s kind of embarrassing how the revealing costume and reputation of his corps makes others stare. He hears the whispers and feels the eyes on him just as clearly.

It’s stupid because he isn’t even the best looking of them all. In a universe full of aliens most lanterns find humans rather dull. He hears the giggles as the others flirt. That’s all it is sometimes, flirting. While other times- Ja's turns the blind eye to Nadia’s wink as she disappears with a lantern down the corridor. He doesn’t flush long familiar with their games. Still a little part of him feels empty.

If only he could give as freely as they did.

The chair next to him creeks making him sigh. Great, another lantern trying their luck. Couldn’t they tell he just wants to finish his drink in peace? He turns around to give the person a piece of his mind, anger already hot on his tongue.

That is until playful green eyes fall on his. Ja's immediately tries to escape but Ryner grabs his wrist.

“ Well if it isn’t my favourite Star Sapphire. “

Ja's knows there’s no way he’s going to be able to pull the other off without causing a scene. He gives one more futile tug while Kyle just raises an unimpressed eyebrow. He groans just as the lantern orders himself his own drink.

“ What do you want Ryner? “

The green lantern only lets go when he’s sure Ja's won’t run. Which is funny considering the fact that he's always running. Whether it be from bad guys, suitors or most times his sisters. It’s something that comes from growing up on the streets. The only place he’s ever felt safe had been… warm memories of the manor and Bruce's smile tug at his heart.

“ What makes you think I want something Ja’s? “

The very clear inflection of his voice Ja's wants to say. The other human has always made himself a pest whenever their corps comes to visit. It’s probably because they are both humans and around the same age. Not that they’ve really spoken about how they both ended up here.

He doesn’t answer Ryner and takes a sip of his drink instead. The playful smile on the green lantern holds no matter how long Ja's ignores him.

“ So I'm going down to Terra thought maybe you’d like to come? Apparently Batman could use some extra hands. “

At the mention of Batman Ja's interest piques. It’s rare to hear about anyone from his former life. Of course he does look through mission logs from time to time. It’s public access in the lantern corps library after all- but otherwise it's uncommon for Bruce to ask for help. The last thingJas's saw was Batman, Nightwing and Robin rescuing Hal from a villain he didn’t recognize.

Ryner is either ignorant to his inner conflict or ignores it.

“ It’ll be fun. You know Bats never lets us in his city. Could be nice? We could get a burger afterwards. Maybe catch a movie. “

It sounds like a date. Ja's would think it’s one too if he hadn’t told Ryner exactly how he feels about those things. He’s a nice guy, not bad looking from what he can see… but still he needs- well he wants the spark.

He meets the boyish smile with a frown but it does nothing to make it go away. He shouldn’t. He’s done pretty well ignoring both earth and the bats. Still the big huge heart in him wants. He wants to see Bruce again and help him.

A tiny part of him wants to go home and pretend like his dad still loves him even though he’s gone and gotten a new kid. One who’s probably in Ja’s room with all new clothes that are fitting of a good son. A loved son.

Ryner bumps shoulders with him pulling him out of his head. His ring had begun to flicker a bit from the emotional distress. The other human places a hand over it to block the light and Jason let’s him. It’s a distraction.

“ C’mon Ja’s Earth isn’t like you remember it. Let me show you a good time? “

That stupid hopeful smile and the shy way Ryner really looks at him hurts. He’s weak to things like this. People actually caring about him. He’s practically starving for it. He swallows down his protest. After all it would probably be nice to see his family again. They probably wouldn’t even recognize him. He could go and help and then maybe take up Ryner on his offer for a burger.

Something light. Something Casual.

“ Fine.. That sounds ok- I’ll go. “

Ja's wishes he could ignore the stupid happiness radiating off of the other lantern.

“ Swear to God Ja’s this is going to be so much fun- You aren’t gonna regret it. There’s this one place that serves burgers like the size of your head and the art on the wall is just so hilarious- “

Ja's rolls his eyes as he finishes the last of his drink.

“ Shut up Ryner and don’t make me regret this. “

The green lantern mims zipping his mouth shut and Ja's laughs.

Turns out he’s actually right as well.

Jas's hasn’t been to Earth in years and it really shows. The place looks different. Even Gotham in all its dirt and grime feels foriegn to him. He joins the other lanterns in their job of catching and sending the aliens back to a prison at the corps. It’s fun with the little quips the Green Lanterns seem to toss back and forth between one another. Jason isn’t used to it but it’s a vibrant kind of energy that leaves a smile on his face even while he’s fighting.

With the group supers the battle is over quickly. Quick enough and Ja's finds himself disappointed. He doesn’t know why but ever since they’ve been back in Gotham he has been positively vibrating. It’s new and exciting and maybe it’s because he caught a few glimpses of familiar capes and blue.

When they all land on the roof for briefing Ja's feels like he’s about to burst from the excitement.

This time when Ryner bumps into his shoulder it isn’t quite as annoying and he bumps back. It’s playful and light which seems to be the mood with them all. That is until Batman comes down with his dark dramatics.Jas's goes stone still at the sight of him. A blue and Black shadow follows behind before the bright colors of Robin pop up the edge of the building.

It’s- strange to him. Like being on the wrong side of a mirror. He takes in what he can see of Bruce’s face from under the mask. The worn lines seem just too deep to be on the man he thought of as his father. Even Dick’s posture feels different and the new Robin… Well Ja's wishes he could say he feels anger but if anything he just feels- strange. There’s also something else. It’s slow and thrumming in his mind like he’s running on outdated software. His entire body itches all over and all he wants is to get closer. He needs to be closer. Close enough to touch, feel and just make sure they're real. That they are who he remembers and not just a figment of his imagination-

Ryner nudges him and Ja's hisses under his breath.

“ We gotta go. Didn’t you hear the man? “

Ja's had not heard him. The soothing quality of Bruce’s voice always made it hard to focus. The dark timber of it has always been more relaxing than menacing in his opinion. Just- being so close to them but not with them feels so strange. He knows he has to go over there. It’s been years and he probably doesn’t even fit in space left. There's anxiety at the thought, to go home he'd be willing to cut away any parts of him that he needed to. He swallows. It’s a sad and small mindset, something that he’s supposed to be better than by now.

“ Heard him say what? “

Someone clears their throat and now there’s all eyes on them. Apparently they weren’t being as quiet as they thought.

“ That your help has been appreciated but you are not welcome in my city. “

Hearing it and knowing it are two different things. While Ja's always knew how Bruce felt about metas and supers, actually being told to leave is equal parts hilarious and frustrating. The itch that has been nagging him turns into an entire rash. He takes two steps forward but Ryners hand stops him from closing the distance. He shrugs off the touch, it doesn’t feel right.

“ Yea? And who decides who comes into Gotham. Last I checked I have a birth certificate sayin i’m Gothamite and that means I can come to this cesspool whenever I want. “

He spits the words in the accent to prove a point. He’s giving away too much- too much information. He knows how Bruce obsesses over identities. It's not like the corps where everyone knew everything. A few people look around and Jas's suddenly feels even smaller. Ryner pulls him back and he can’t get himself to move. He just stares at Bruce hoping- wishing that the man will know it’s him. That he’ll close the distance and hug him and hold him. That he’ll smell like home like he always did when Jason could fit on his lap.

Because as many sisters as he has now he only has one living father, brother and grandfather. He only has them and Jason wants so badly to be told that he could have them again. Space has never felt like much of a home. As much as the others made efforts they’re versions of love and his are different. He clung to the idea of meeting a soul mate and being full but now that he’s actually in front of Bruce he just wants to be here. With his dad.

The shush on the roof is eerie. Ryner pulls harder and this time Ja's stumbles back.

“ Ja’s lets go. “

The hardness of his voice spurs him into action. Bruce doesn’t move. He doesn’t move an inch and it hurts so badly he thinks he might die. When the lanterns take off he hesitates for just a moment. His eyes find Dick’s hoping for…. He doesn’t know what. When their eyes meet his heart pounds and his blood rushes in his ears. The blankness he gets back makes him flinch.

His eyes flicker to the Robins and the innocent wide eye stare is just- too much. He feels like a spectacle. His eyes flutter around and soon he realizes just how out of place he is. Not like he ever fit to begin with.

Shame rolls over him. He staggered back a few steps. No one moves and his throat goes dry. He turns and flies after Ryner in mortification.

#star sapphire jason au #ficlets #lanterns lead home #gen fic

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theforgottendaydreamer · 3 years

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For the fanfic requests thing, I finally decided what to ask you.

A TsukkYama sickfic where Tsukishima got a fever after training too much and has nausea and dissociates a lot, so Yamaguchi tries to help him and take care of him. Nothing sexual obviously but I want there to be a tender and soft moment between them where Yamaguchi tries to bring Tsukki back to reality. Make it as long as you are able to and be as whump as you can. ❤

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! I’m absolutely in love with your idea, when I first read it I had to stop and take a deep breath because every little part of me was screaming. Hopefully this will be close to what you had in mind! Thank you again @theark-ofvoid for sending a request :)

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing(s): TsukkiYama (Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi).

Word count: 2893 words.

Tags: fever, vomit, exhaustion. Set shortly after the Tōkyō Training Camp Arc. Rated G.

一

He should have left with the others. He knew he should have. He was well-aware that this was eventually going to kill him, he knew that pushing his limits was stupid, that it wasn’t going to make him better. But Tsukishima kept going. Minute after minute, he insisted on perfecting his serves, his spikes, his sets; he’d run laps until his legs began to feel like jelly, wobbling dangerously under his weight. He’d worked hard to make his fingertips reach higher, to have stronger arms, to dive in case he were to receive a ball, if that would have meant not losing a point. He’d been running himself to the ground for two weeks straight, every day, even on the weekend when the gym was closed and he could only workout in the tiny backyard. Even Kageyama and Hinata, who were known to always finish a little late, had started to leave the gym before him.

But unlike those two, Tsukishima needed this. He needed to work harder, he needed to get better. Bokuto had been right, after all: Tsukishima liked to pretend that he didn’t like volleyball, that it was just a hobby of his, something he did to blow off some steam. However, deep down, he knew the truth: he was weak. He was too weak. He’d tried to downplay his weakness as simple indifference, but Tsukishima knew that the only reason why he didn’t show just how much volleyball meant to him was because, after all this time, he was still weak, pathetic, a child that couldn’t get over his trauma.

And Yamaguchi wasn’t happy about it. He’d been keeping a close eye on his boyfriend ever since he’d noticed just how off he’d started to look: surely enough, his arms and legs were more sculpted, but the spectacles couldn’t hide just how sunken his honey eyes were, nor how his complexion had taken a sickly grey tinge over the course of the past two weeks.

At lunch, Tsukishima would eat his usual, tiny portions of food, though Yamaguchi would always ask him to finish his too, pretending that he was full and that he didn’t feel like throwing the food his parents had made for him away like that. He’d maybe leave a couple of spoonfuls of rice, or some vegetables, or a banana he’d barely even touched, asking Tsukishima to finish those for him. Sometimes, the blond would comply, but Yamaguchi had noticed that his boyfriend had began to act annoyed at his requests, so he’d stopped doing it, and limited himself to observing the boy.

Today was not different.

“Tsukki,” he called, sitting on the sidelines. Everyone else was gone already一 they’d left at least an hour ago一 and the moon was already shining up in the sky, stars blinking faintly in the distance, hidden beyond flimsy clouds. Yamaguchi pulled the sweatshirt tighter around himself, drawing his knees closer to his body.

“Tsukki, we should go home.” he insisted. Tsukishima didn’t even react to the voice, and instead he kept juggling, sending the blue and yellow ball higher and higher. The rhythmic, dull sound of flesh hitting synthetic leather was almost unnerving to Yamaguchi, but Tsukishima had completely tuned it out.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. D-

The ball fell on his head with a muffled thud, but Tsukishima didn’t wince. Instead, he crouched down to grab it, expression unreadable. Normally, he would have clicked his tongue, or kicked the ball, or reacted in some way. But he didn’t, and for Yamaguchi, that was the last straw. The green-haired boy got up from his spot and paced toward his boyfriend; he grabbed at his arm, grip delicate but firm. As soon as he made contact, however, Tsukishima flinched violently, immediately pulling away, wide-eyed. He blinked, slow and sheepish, squinting slightly and wondering why the hell his glasses weren’t doing their job.

Yamaguchi repeated the action, albeit more slowly. “Tsukki, enough! It’s late, we need to lock the gym up and leave. Now.” he said, not leaving room for discussion. Despite his hard expression, Yamaguchi’s guts twisted and knotted uncontrollably, the sensation that something was definitely not right sending shivers down his spine.

Karasuno’s number Eleven swallowed, thick. He glanced around, and Yamaguchi couldn’t help but notice how his boyfriend looked like a deer in the headlights. A very warm, suddenly-too-pale deer in the headlights, now that he noticed. The shorter boy moved his hand that was resting onto Tsukishima’s shoulder up, placing it on his forehead; he pulled away in an instant, gasping.

“Tsukki, y-you’re burning up!” he fretted, “You know what, that’s it, I’m taking you home right now. Stay here, I’ll go grab our stuff. Don’t you dare touch another ball.” he hissed, thought he wasn’t angry, but more like, scared out of his mind. Before Yamaguchi could help Tsukishima to at least sit down, the latter whimpered, and he froze.

“I d-don’t... m’not...” Tsukishima stuttered out, voice weak. His eyes were shut tightly, almost painfully as he tried to stop the world from spinning around him. “I th-think一”

And just like that, his head ducked, and he almost headbutted Yamaguchi in the chin as he collapsed forward with a thick, burning retch. The putrid scent of half-digested food and bile spilled from his lips and nose, tears of exertion and agony pooling at the corner of his eyes. The sick soiled the floor and his shoes, and little specks of refuse ended up onto Yamaguchi’s too, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck一 Tsukki! It’s alright. There, get it all up, come on.” Yamaguchi fretted, trying hard not to lose his composure, “What's wrong, Tsukki? What is it? Where does it hurt?” His sweaty palm was pressed against Tsukishima’s damp, forehead, too hot for comfort, while the other hand of the freckled boy rested between his boyfriend’s shoulder blades, rubbing in what he hoped would be considered as comforting patterns, “You're doing amazing, it's alright, just take a deep breath for me now. Easy does it, you're okay, I'm here, baby, I'm here. You're fine, it's fine, it happens, d-don't worry.”

Tsukishima’s body spasmed as he gasped for oxygen whenever his mouth wasn’t busy spewing the content of his upset stomach, clenching painfully. He felt too hot, too unsteady, disoriented if not for the physical contact of Yamaguchi that somehow helped him to cling onto consciousness. Just barely, that is.

“...ki, hey? Can ... me? Tsukki!?” called a voice from somewhere above him, and it was lined with panic, but his fever-addled brain didn’t really register any of that. The blond groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and pressing his soiled lips in a thin, trembling line. A wet burp escaped his mouth, but he didn’t bring a fist up to conceal it, and instead sank forward again, bringing up another wave of vomit.

The world around him felt like a broken carousel, its hinges screeching and clanking loudly and making his head pound. Everything was going around and around in dizzying trajectories, taking him along for the dizzy ride, and it was loud, nauseating. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and the white shirt he was wearing stuck uncomfortably to his pale skin, drenched in salty sweat. Something一 someone was moving him, talking to him, but he couldn’t focus on it, he couldn’t bring himself to care, now.

“...shima please, please answer me! Kei!” called Yamaguchi. He was gripping at Tsukishima’s wrists tightly, leaving shallow marks on his boyfriend’s skin as he unconsciously dug his short nails into it. The honey in Tsukishima’s eyes had been replaced with a darker shade of yellow, and his pupils were blown like he’d been in the dark for too long. He didn’t seem aware of Yamaguchi’s presence, he didn’t seem to hear his boyfriend as he called his name repeatedly, urgency evident in his tone, and he didn’t seem to understand as the freckled boy bolted to the clubroom only to return a minute later, phone held in the crook of his neck as he spoke. Tsukishima watched with blind eyes, passive, unfocused gaze falling somewhere behind the pinch server.

“...r mother’s gonna … soon, you’ll be alr… hear me? Tsukki, pl...” he heard him say. He couldn’t quite understand the words, but he felt grateful. And scared.

He coughed weakly, “Ya-ama..?”

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi beamed, trying to catch his gaze, eyebrows arched in fear, “Tsukki, I’m here. You’re okay, you’re- you're alright. It’s just a fever, there’s nothing to worry about!” he explained, mostly to himself. “Stay with me now, alright? Your mother’s going to pick us up in a few minutes, and she asked me if I could stay with you for the night since she has a nightshift to cover. Is that okay?”

Tsukishima blinked, lips quivering as he tried to compose a somewhat cognizant thought, and failed. He let his fuzzy head loll forward, limp against Yamaguchi’s shoulder.

“Hurts.” he slurred, shivering. “M-messed up.”

“No, no, shhh, you didn’t mess anything up. You didn’t mess anything up, Tsukki. Stay with me now. You’re here with me, I won’t leave you.”

Tsukishima whimpered. “Dunno wha’s happenin’ t’me.” he mumbled, “M’sorry.”

“You don’t have to be!” Yamaguchi screeched, maybe a little too loud. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he added, voice lower, “it’s alright, it happens. You just need to get this under control.”

“Ca-an’t.”

“You can. You can. You’re too hard on yourself, but you can work on it. We can work on it.” Yamaguchi explained, rubbing at his back to ground him when he noticed how shifty his boyfriend’s gaze was getting. “Tsukki, hey, hey. Don’t go yet. Listen to me, okay? Listen to Yama.” he said, “I’m sorry this is happening to you一 man, you’re scorching. B-but we’ll fix this, yeah?”

Yamaguchi cursed himself. He’d seen it coming, he knew it was going to happen and he didn’t do anything to stop it, to stop him from hurting himself like that. His grip around Tsukishima’s shoulders tightened, and he shifted closer to the boy. His eyes were still open, but he didn’t look entirely conscious. This was worrisome, to say the least.

“Tsukki, you with me?” the pinch server asked. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again?”

A shrug.

“Okay, okay, that’s fine. Just stay with me.” he insisted, “You’ll be okay soon, we just need to…”

To the middle-blocker, Yamaguchi’s voice sounded as if he was speaking from underwater. Or maybe, Tsukishima thought, he was the one that was drowning. It felt like it. But he also felt like he was melting. How could he melt underwater? That sounded… funny.

“Tsukki..?” Yamaguchi called fearfully, eyes wide and filled with horror as the boiling boy chuckled for no apparent reason. He was almost too scared to prop him up.

And the blond was fully-intentioned to reply, to explain why the image that he had in mind was amusingー Yamaguchi was surely going to find it hilarious, too. He opened his mouth, voicing out a shapeless mutter, before the grey that had been clawing at his vision since he'd collapsed decided to take over him. He felt so heavy, all of the sudden; his limbs were in agony, and his head pounded. Tsukishima briefly wondered if he had some painkillers in his bag, before he inadvertently tilted to the side, world tipping, going dark. And then, he knew no more, dragged under by an infinite void.

By the time that Ms Tsukishima arrived, a few minutes later, Yamaguchi was an absolute mess; he’d tried to keep it together, for his boyfriend’s sake, but when Tsukishima had collapsed after giving only the tiniest, most pitiful sigh as a warning, he’d lost it. Ms Tsukishima, already dressed up for her shift that was going to begin soon, had found her son laying on his side, as the kind boy who was always next to him kept running a hand through his matted hair and calling out his name, voice broken. His eyes were red-rimmed and shiny with tears, chin twitching as he stifled soundless sobs.

The two of them had then managed to drag Tsukishima's lanky body out of the gym and haul him into the car. Yamaguchi had grabbed Tsukishima's phone and had called him, placing the device on the seat of the car, and taking his own with him as he went to rapidly clean up the mess, while Tsukishima's mother went to retrieve the bags. That way, the freckled boy and Tsukishima's mother could feel a bit less guilty about leaving the unconscious blond alone in the car.

They were both back in the car less than five minutes later, and Tsukishima had not regained consciousness in the meantime, nor during the drive. Yamaguchi could only run his long, shaky fingers through the damp hair, and pray. Tsukishima's boiling head rested on his thigh as he rested, lost into a fitful sleep.

ー

When he came to, he felt... just as bad as before. Worse, maybe.

Tsukishima didn't want to wake up, but consciousness seemed to be willing to forcefully drag him back to the land of the living without his consent, and there was nothing he could do when his senses slowly returned to him. The pain did too, and suddenly the middle-blocker realised just how worse for the wear he'd had it.

“...ki?” someone called. The voice was low, warm and familiar, and it made him feel at ease. He wondered whose voice it was.

“Tsukki, baby?” came again, and this time, this time Tsukishima knew. His eyes blinked open without him telling them to, not managing to unclose past slits; the form before him was blurry, its outlines faded and unclear. Something was wrapped around a handー his hand, he reminded himselfー and it was warm and soft, though slightly wet.

“Y-Yama.” Tsukishima croaked out. The room around him started to become more familiar to his burning eyes, and the blond came to the realisation that the place he was in was his own bedroom. With his free hand, Tsukishima felt the clean sheets, and grabbed a fistful of them, grip weak and unsteady. He inhaled, slow and deep, taking in the scent of lavender of the pillowcase; with the little strength he'd left, he somehow managed to lift his and Yamaguchi's hand, and put the freckled boy's against his lips, planting a soft kiss, allowing himself to whiff at the scent of strawberryー Yamaguchi had started using cherry body soap ever since he'd discovered that he reminded Tsukishima of a strawberry when flustered, apparently. He found it cute.

“How are you feeling, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked, voice gentle and barely a whisper.

A half-choked groan was all he got in response. The pinch served hummed.

“You're running an awfully-high fever. It got to 39.4°C earlier, but I think it’s a bit lower now.”

“M'sorry.” Tsukishima mumbled. Yamaguchi didn't even need to ask why, and the blond knew it. Karasuno's number Twelve let his shoulders drop, and he stood up from the chair he was on, and sat onto the mattress, feeling it sag under his weight. He delicately rubbed Tsukishima's cheek, before he started to cradle his hair, careful not to pull any strands. Only then did Tsukishima realize that a damp cloth had been draped over his forehead. Through fever-fogged eyes, the blond could still see how sadness lingered in his watery gaze.

“You don’t need to do this to yourself.” he simply stated.

“M’sorry, Yama. I don’tー I didn’t think…” he trailed off. He still had a high fever, and his thoughts were scrambled also due to the fact that he had no energy in him right now.

Yamaguchi exhaled softly, “Scoot over.”

“Wha’?”

“Come on, Tsukki, let me lay down a bit.”

Tsukishima did as he was told, moving a few centimeters to the right so that Yamaguchi could get under the blanket next to him; he didn’t lay down entirely, and let Tsukishima move his head to rest on his chest, hearing the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

“Don’t do that ever again. Please.” Yamaguchi whispered, “That was scary, and I don’t want you to go and almost kill yourself like that. You don’t need to.”

“I need’a be b-better.” Tsukishima croaked out, “If I c-can’t block, m’notー the team won’t wa-ant me. I jus’ wanted to be good enough.”

The hand that was cradling his sweaty hair stopped moving, and Tsukishima barely kept himself from whining at that. “You’re already good enough, Tsukki, and even better than that. You’re you, you’re good just as you are.” Yamaguchi said, stern, “The team will always want you. We need you, Tsukki, and not only because you’re a good player, but because everyone likes youー yes, even the other first-years, don’t start.”

Tsukishima chuckled despite himself. “M’really sorry, Yama.”

“It’s okay, just… don’t do that again, please. That’s all I’m asking.” Yamaguchi breathed out, voice soft. He leaned over to plant a soft kiss onto Tsukishima’s warm forehead, the salty sweat moist against his lips, Tsukishima leaning into the tender touch. “Now rest, I won’t go anywhere.” he said.

The blond could only breathe out the umptenth apology, before he was enveloped in the darkness once again. But this time, he was safe.

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blue-bird-on-a-wire · 3 years

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Beroya (Bounty Hunter)

Part 4 of the Gar Cuyir Yaim series

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,664

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x (Y/n) with she/her pronouns

Warnings: Jabba’s slave culture, mentioned kidnapping/child kidnapping, insecure (Y/n), hinted/implied abuse of (Y/n), hinted/implied child abuse

Summary: Paz takes (Y/n) to Verith.

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A/N: Hello! You can also find this fic on Ao3 under B1ue_Bird_0n_A_Wire. Please feel free to give me feedback, as I don’t have a beta reader and often miss spelling mistakes. If you feel there need to be more warnings/other warnings, feel free to DM me! 😊 Enjoy!

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“-op! Stop it! Get it off! It hurts!” screamed a child’s voice.

“Keep quiet!”

There was the sound of skin on skin - someone had just been slapped.

“If I hear another word outta that mouth, that lip won’t be the only thing bleedin’! You’ll wear that collar and you’ll like it!”

A whimper. The sound of heavy breathing - shuddering, if you will.

Heavy footsteps could be heard walking away before something slammed shut. Perhaps a door of some sort.

“I-I wanna go home,” cried the child’s voice. “I want my aliit.”

“Paz?”

The audio recording immediately stopped.

The big blue Mandalorian sat hunched over something in the cockpit. I could see his shoulders tense at the sound of my voice. He reached for a rag at his feet and covered whatever was in front of him.

“Paz, what was that?” I asked, trying to peek around his body.

“It’s nothing,” Paz said, standing to full height as he turned to face me. “I didn’t hear you coming up the ladder.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I wanted to ask where we’re going.”

Paz’s helmet tilted down and his shoulders visibly relaxed. “First we’re going to stop at Verith, so we can refuel and get you some clothes.”

I felt my chest tighten but in that sort of warm good way. Here I was worried about asking for undergarments, and Paz had already been planning to get me my own clothes.

I never had my own clothes before. Outfits were always passed around between Jabba’s slaves. We never owned anything for ourselves. It was all meant to be shared or borrowed.

I smiled. “Can I stay here with you?” I asked, taking look at the wide window that showed off the passing stars. “You have a pretty view up here, and in all honestly I’m not too used to the quiet. It was always noisy at Jabba’s. Even when he was asleep he would snore.”

Paz quietly laughed. Actually laughed. His head leaned back a bit and his shoulders shook.

“Of course, (Y/n),” Paz said, gesturing to the co-pilot chair. “How did you sleep? You were in there for a while.”

“I was?” I asked as I sat down. “Your bed is really nice. I’ve never slept on something so comfortable before.”

Paz shoved whatever was under the rag to the side with his boot, beneath the ship’s controls. “You flatter me. That bed is stiff, no need to sugar coat it.”

“I… I wasn’t,” I said, turning my gaze to the stars.

Paz sat down in the pilot’s chair. He stayed silent, but his helmet’s visor didn’t look away from me.

I watched the galaxy fly past us. I wondered how many people were out there. What kind of lives were they living?

What kind of life had this Mandalorian lived?

“Paz, can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm.”

I assumed that meant yes. “You said you know me- or you knew me when we were children. But I can’t remember much of anything before Jabba.”

Paz nodded his head.

“... What was our childhood like?”

Paz’s helmet tilted upward as though he was thinking. His chair let out a creaking sound as he leaned back into it.

“Our childhood,” Paz said. He looked back at me, just as I was now looking at him. “... It was carefree. I was about seven when I first met you. Tinny little thing you were. Only about a year or two old, I think.”

I couldn’t help but picture a small boy wearing oversized Mandalorian armor, peering over a basket at an even smaller baby.

“I swore the creed not long after, so you wouldn’t remember what I looked like without the armor. I didn’t pay much attention to you at first. But we got older, and you learned to walk. Started following me everywhere,” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I had to watch out for you when I trained. Elbowed you a few times on accident. I didn’t know you were behind me. Made me become more aware of my surroundings…”

Paz lifted an elbow to his armrest, resting the chin of his helmet on his hand. “You liked playing games, but your favorite was this hiding game. I would count to something like ten while you hid somewhere in the covert. Then I would find you, and you would count to a number before you found me.”

I smiled, “That sounds like a pretty fun game.”

Paz nodded his head, “You would start laughing whenever I came close to your hiding spot. I never pretended I couldn’t hear you. Thought it would make you a better warrior that way.” A pause. “Well… Sometimes I let you get away with it,” he admitted.

I wondered if he was this kind with other children as well. Did he still play with them when they asked?

“... It was happy,” Paz said.

Happy. At least for a while, I suppose.

We sat in silence for a little longer, and my gaze fell to the blur of stars through the cockpit’s window.

Paz never turned away from me. He watched intently, but I didn’t feel as threatened by it. I couldn’t even see his eyes but I just had this feeling that his stare was one of curiosity or reminiscing. Instinct could be crazy that way.

“It’s good to see there is still some of that child left in you,” Paz whispered, as though he didn’t want to disturb the air in the room.

“Hmm?” I asked, still looking outside.

“You always did love the stars.”

I smiled but made no move to look at him.

“... I remember looking at the stars,” I said. “I remember a dark sky with tall trees. I had to squint my eyes to look past the branches… Or, at least I think I did.”

Paz seemed to hold his breath.

“...Just little white dots spread throughout the sky… I haven’t seen the sky since I was brought to Jabba. I never thought I would see it again, but then you showed up,” I turned to look at Paz. “You set me free so I could see the stars.”

How many of these stars had changed since I last saw them? How many had died or were new?

I looked down at my hands, playing with the excessively long sleeves. “I can’t remember much because I don’t allow myself to… Or rather, I wasn’t allowed to. I could keep my name but nothing else.”

A pause.

Of course, he didn’t want to hear about it. Why would he-

“What was your childhood like? With Jabba,” Paz asked.

Or maybe he did.

“Boring. Kept me on my toes I guess,” I said. “I didn’t have friends because the only ones I could freely talk to were other slaves. But, none of them stayed around or lived long enough to have a relationship with me… In all honesty, I don’t even know how I survived for so long… Maybe I’m just really good at keeping my head down, or maybe I’m just lucky.”

“I daydreamed a lot. Made the day go by faster. When I was bussing tables I got to overhear smugglers and bounty hunters talking about the things from their travels. I learned about-“

Well, I suppose I re-learned or rediscovered, or-

“- I mean. I guess I heard about Mandalorians… I became obsessed with them. I used to have dreams about Mandalorians storming Jabba’s palace and taking me away to be a foundling.”

I smiled, glancing up at Paz.

“I suppose that in a way, those dreams came true.”

“But you weren’t bussing tables when I showed up,” Paz pointed out.

I felt the heat rise to my face and I let out a nervous laugh. “Um, I may have had a bad encounter with a bounty hunter. This guy was trying to hit on me-“

Paz straightened up in his chair.

“-and I wasn’t having it, so he convinced Jabba that I would make a good dancer. And everyone knows that dancers are dead within a week or so. Which is why he-“

“Where is he?” Paz interrupted.

“Oh! He’s dead. Jabba fed him to the rancor.”

Paz almost seemed disappointed. “That’s unfortunate. I would have liked to kill him myself.”

“Oh?” I asked. “How come?”

“No one can look at you or treat you like a piece of meat. Not as long as I’m around,” Paz explained. “He’s lucky it was a rancor that killed him and not me.”

I felt my heart flutter. No one had ever expressed this kind of protectiveness over me. Not in a million years did I think anyone could.

“You humor me,” I said, my voice quiet as I looked away from Paz.

“No, Sarad. Just being honest.”

A red light started flashing on the ship’s control panel, and Paz turned around in his chair to press a few buttons and flip a switch. “We’re exiting hyperspace now. You might want to strap in.”

Strap in? What did he mean by-

The ship jerked as it came to a slow. I flew out of my seat and onto the floor with a yelp.

Oh. That’s what he meant by strap in.

Embarrassed, I scurried back to the co-pilot’s seat hoping that Paz hadn’t noticed.

He definitely had. His shoulders were shaking as though he was trying to suppress a laugh.

Oh boy.

Looking out the window, I let out an audible gasp. A planet, covered in patches of green and brown with huge white clouds swirling about. It was absolutely breathtaking.

“Welcome to Verith,” Paz said as he took the ship into the planet’s atmosphere.

Drawing closer, I could see the outline of tall mountains covered in little green fuzzy things. The closer the got, I soon realized those were actually really tall trees. Little towns and cities were scattered about between the foliage. I could see colorful banners and flags waving in the wind.

I had never seen such breathtaking scenery.

~ ~ ~

As Paz lowered the ramp of the ship, I felt excitement bubble up within me. Tatooine had been so dry and dusty. From the looks of it this planet was the complete opposite.

I followed behind Paz, taking a quick look around.

This hanger was huge. There were so many people running about with tools and dirty faces from working on ships all day.

A teal twi’lik woman walked up to us, sparing a glance at my oversized clothing before meeting my eyes.

She was beautiful in her gray jumpsuit, even with black marks smudged across her cheek.

“How can I help you?” she asked, looking between Paz and I.

“Fuel,” Paz stated, handing over a small pouch. “We won’t be long.”

The woman nodded and accepted the money with ease before walking toward the ship.

“Let’s get going. The sooner we can get back the better,” Paz said.

“Why is that?” I asked as we walked out of the hanger.

I had never seen so much vegetation. There were trees everywhere I turned, and bushes scattered all about. Green, string-like things were hanging onto buildings. I could feel the compact dirt beneath my toes. It was cool and fairly moist. Nothing like the rough sand on Tatooine.

“This planet is crowded. Far too many people for my taste,” Paz stated.

I smiled. “Are you not around people very much?”

Paz let out an amused huff. “Not large crowds like this.”

I could see what he meant. I felt like I needed to hold onto Paz so I wouldn’t lose him. There were so many people running around all packed together. I could hardly hear over all the commotion.

Soon enough, Paz led me to a marketplace littered with different vendors.

They shouted as people walked by, yelling about deals or asking questions about what people had or didn’t have.

It was funny watching people either get sucked into a conversation and subsequently buying something, or get irritated at the vendor’s efforts.

I could sit somewhere and watch the comings and goings of this little marketplace all day.

“Hey! Miss!”

One of the vendors reached out from his stand to touch my shoulder.

I yelped in surprise and jumped back, accidentally bumping into Paz.

“Ya know what would look good on you?” He asked, holding up a dangly-looking collar in his other hand.

That was an awfully sparkly collar. It didn’t look practical at all. I could probably rip that thing from my neck if I wanted to.

A gloved hand aggressively swatted this man’s arm away from my body.

“Not interested,” Paz stated, placing one hand on my back to guide me forward.

“I wasn’ talkin’ ta you!” The vendor called. “That pretty lady ya got there-”

I felt Paz’s hand drop as he turned his head toward the man.

His helmet tilted downward almost like he was glaring.

“Alright! Alright! Sheesh,” the vendor waved his hands and looked out into the crowd for someone else to bother.

Wait a minute. Why did he suddenly stop?

“How did you do that?” I asked Paz as we continued walking down the street.

“No one likes to be threatened by a blaster,” the big blue Mandalorian simply stated.

“Oh…” Yeah, I suppose that made sense.

As we turned a corner onto another busy street, I heard laugher coming from not too far away. It was young laughter, like that of a-

“Look out!”

A young boy came running through the crowd, pushing past people and giggling.

Paz sidestepped out of the way just as the boy went flying past.

“I’m gonna get you! You can’t hide from me!” yelled another boy, quickly catching up to the first one.

Children. It had been a while since I had seen a child, let alone ones that were happy.

I couldn’t help but stop and watch as they zig-sagged through the street.

I hoped they would be ok. I hoped they would stay happy and carefree for the rest of their lives. I hoped they wouldn’t be snatched from their homes and be forced to-

“Almost there, Sarad,” Paz said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I turned back to find him looking at me. Whoops.

“Sorry, I’m coming.”

Near the middle of the street was another vendor, but she was much less pushy. Hunched over and walking with a cane, her dark eyes light up when she saw Paz.

“Beroya!” she exclaimed. “It has been so long. How have you been?”

Bair-oy-ah? I thought his name was Paz.

The Mandalorian chuckled. “I’ve been fine. I have someone I would like you to meet.”

I nervously waved my hand at the woman. “Hi.”

The old woman gave me a once-over before her eyes landed on my neck. “My goodness, what happened to you?” She placed a wrinkled hand on my collarbone.

Oh. I had forgotten about the lines on my neck. This place had already made me feel too comfortable.

“Oh, um-”

Paz placed a hand on my shoulder and started speaking in another language to this woman.

She looked up at him and her eyes widened before softening and glancing back to me. “Oh child, how strong you are.”

What? What did she mean? Paz had said that too.

“Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you?”

The woman smiled, before swatting Paz in the leg with her walking stick.

He didn’t budge.

“How come you haven’t introduced us yet, Beroya? Where are your manners?” asked the woman, before turning back to me. “I am Jalimia, an old friend of Paz.”

Oh good. His name was Paz and I wasn’t going crazy.

“Nice to meet you Jalimia. I’m (Y/n),” I said.

“Ah, I see. Well, let’s get you into clothes that aren’t three times your size. Come, look here,” Jalimia said, walking behind her vendor’s stand.

I looked to Paz to see if it was ok.

Paz gestured toward Jalimia. “You don’t need my permission.”

I smiled before following after the old woman.

“Let’s see. What sorts of colors do you usually wear?” she asked.

“Uhh, great question,” I said.

On Tattoine, wearing white or generally light colors was a trademark of slavery. Before Oola’s outfit, I wore faded beige tunics. However, black didn’t feel right just yet. Black was symbolic of freedom, but I still didn’t fully feel free. Whatever that feeling may be. I didn’t know what to do with myself or where I was going. Almost… in a limbo of sorts.

“Hmm,” Jalimia looked me up and down before glancing at Paz.

She gasped, “I know what would look nice on you!” She reached under her stand.

Jalimia pulled out an old wooden trunk, filled to the brim with clothing. Opening it, she shuffled through several colorful pieces before pulling out some duller outfits underneath.

That made me feel better. At least she wouldn’t put me in anything flashy. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself.

“Ah, here we are,” Jalimia said as she pulled out a sky blue tunic top and a pair of dark gray pants. “Go behind that curtain and try these on.”

She shoved the outfit into my hands.

“And you can’t forget these, my dear,” Jalimia whispered, tucking something between the folds of the outfit.

She then waved me off before turning to a box full of shoes under her stand.

I made my way behind the curtian, safely out of view from the people walking by. Unfolding everything, I found a plain pair of undergarments between the folds of the tunic. I felt my eyes dampen at the gesture.

I took off the clothes Paz had lent me and put on Jalimia’s. They fit much nicer around my from. There was not much excess fabric on the sleeves, and the pants didn’t hang below my feet.

Stepping back out into the light with Paz’s clothes hugged tightly to my chest, my eyes fell onto the big blue Mandalorian. He was standing on the opposite side of the vendor’s stand, leaning against it with his arm crossed.

He straightened up once he spotted me.

“Oh how beautiful!” exclaimed Jalimia. “If I didn’t know they were nearly extinct, I would say you look like a Jedi in training.”

“A what in where?” I asked.

“No, Sarad, you look fine,” Paz turned to Jalimia. “Thank you. How much do I-”

“No, no, no. You have done me one too many favors. You just promise me to take good care of this one,” Jalimia pointed at me.

She then pulled up a pair of boots from the box. “And take these as well,” she said.

“Oh, I can’t possibly-”

“Hush child,” Jalimia said to me. “Think of these as gifts that come with your newfound freedom.”

Oh… That’s what Paz must have told her about.

“Go ahead and try them on. We don’t want you getting any blisters walking around in those boots.”

I slipped the boots on. They were snug against my feet, and padded enough on the inside that I didn’t feel any pebbles beneath the soles. I liked them.

I smiled. “You are so kind, Jalimia. Thank you for these.”

“We should get going,” Paz said to Jalimia. “Our ship is waiting for us not too far from here.”

Jalimia feigned disappointment. “What, you don’t want to spend a night here with old Jalimia?” she laughed. “I better see you around soon, Paz. Your company is anyways welcome.”

Paz nodded his head. “I’m sure it won’t be long.”

With that, I gave Jalimia a wave goodbye before following Paz back down the busy street.

I felt happier. Lighter. I had my own clothes now.

“How do you know Jalimia?” I asked as we turned a corner.

Paz’s helmet tilted to glance down at me. “She was a Mandalorian a long time ago. Her riduur died during the Siege of Mandalore. After her death, Jalimia took off her helmet never to dawn it again.”

“Oh…” I said. That made my heart ache. Jalimia seemed like such a happy person. I couldn’t imagine seeing her so distraught from losing someone she was close to.

“... What is a ridurr?” I asked.

“A life partner. Spouse. In Jalimia’s case, her ridurr was her wife,” Paz explained.

That made my heart hurt even more. She lost the most important person in her life. I couldn’t imagine having to endure such pain.

“... Where are we going next, Paz?”

“That’s up to you,” he said. “If you want to stay with me.”

The thought of not staying with him terrified me. I had nowhere else to go. Besides, Paz had already been kinder to me than most. Aside from Jalimia.

“If… If you don’t mind I would like to stay. At least for now,” I explained. “I hate to be a burden or anything, but I also don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Paz hummed, though I couldn’t tell what for.

“You could never be a burden.”

I smiled. That meant more to me than he could even know.

“... Once we get back to the ship, I was going to set course for Ket’yci. There is a Mandalorian covert stationed there.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “No way! You’re actually taking me to a Mandalorian covert?”

Paz chuckled, “Keep your voice down.”

“Paz, you don’t understand. I’ve wanted this since I was little,” I loudly whispered.

“Then you’ll be happy to know that you will be embraced with open arms,” Paz said, though I still caught the hurt in his voice he tried to mask.

It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t remember. He knew that. If the roles were reversed, I’m sure I would be just as pained that my childhood friend had no memory of me either.

I grinned up at him. “Let’s get going then,” I excitedly said, gently gripping Paz’s arm and pulling him down the street.

(Part 5 coming soon!)

Mandoa Translations:

“Aliit” - “Family”

“Sarad” - “Flower”

“Beroya” - “Bounty Hunter”

“Riduur” - “Patner/Spouse/Husband/Wife”

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sass-and-suspenders · 4 years

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Abogato

GIF from whatbarisiwore

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to Dopplegänger, but you don’t need to have read it to understand this story

It would take a single glance inside Rafael’s home office to know he was stressed. If the wastebasket overflowing with crumpled pieces of paper, the haphazardly stacked files across the desk and floor, or the bottle of scotch running precariously low didn’t give it away, then the rumpled, sleep-deprived prosecutor behind the desk certainly would.

Rafael was casually dressed, his weekend commute consisting solely of a walk from the bedroom to the kitchen to your shared office, but tension radiated off him. He had been hunched over a legal pad for hours struggling to write a closing argument. His latest case had been difficult, not to mention high-profile, with the defense matching each of his small victories with their own. Rafael knew the verdict rested on his closing argument and he was determined to make it perfect.

Setting down his gold pen, Rafael ran a hand through his hair and looked over what he had so far. The page was filled with scribbled out sentences, shorthand notes exploding from the margin, and a doodle of a grumpy stick figure wearing a tie (which you would later cut out and put on the fridge). Despite the mess, Rafael managed to cobble together an introduction.

He reached for his coffee, aware that he had hours of work ahead, and was surprised to discover it was warm. You must have swapped out his stale mug of coffee with a fresh one without him realizing. Ever since your relationship began, you had taken care of him: draping a blanket over him whenever he fell asleep on the couch, bringing him food when he worked late so he wasn’t forced to survive on the saccharine contents of office vending machines, coaxing him to bed whenever countless witness testimonies and police reports left him unable to see straight.

He cherished these small, often silent, gestures, but what he loved most was sliding into bed beside you at night and waking up next to you in the morning. Without a doubt, asking you to move in with him had been the best decision he ever made. The change in the apartment was evident the minute you unpacked: you filled the space with warmth and love.

As well as numerous cat toys.

When Rafael asked you to live with him, he hadn’t fully considered what it would be like to share the apartment with a third roommate: your grey tabby. It would be safe to describe Rafael’s relationship with your cat (christened Rafaelito much to Rafael’s displeasure) as one of tolerance. Rafael tolerated finding cat toys in his briefcase. He tolerated cat hair on his expensive suits. He even tolerated the occasional hairball that managed to fall directly inside one of his shoes (and never, if he were to think about it, in one of yours).

And Rafaelito, well, he tolerated Rafael’s existence.

In between sips of coffee, Rafael looked over his introduction. As he read the words aloud, trying to find the right rhythm, Rafaelito strutted into the room. The tabby immediately noticed the lawyer behind the desk and shot him a withering glare, making Rafael feel as if he were the interloper. When it became clear Rafael had no intention of leaving, Rafaelito made his way around the desk, pausing beside Rafael’s chair, in order to glare at him in close proximity.

“Vete,” Rafael ordered, not bothering to look up from his papers, as he waved his hand towards the door. “I’m working.”

The tabby tilted his head, feigning ignorance. How convenient, Rafael thought, that the language barrier seemed non-existent whenever words like ‘dinner’ or ‘treats’ were called out in English or Spanish.

The standoff lasted a few more seconds before Rafaelito jumped onto the prosecutor’s lap, using him as a springboard to get onto the desk. The sudden impact caused the contents of the mug Rafael was holding to go flying, sending droplets of coffee all over him and the papers on his desk.

After a string of expletives and confirming that the damage to his files was superficial, Rafael turned his attention to his sullied sweater. As he blotted at the stains, Rafael scowled at the tabby (whom he had witnessed make the jump from the floor to the desk numerous times before) and calculated the odds that your beloved pet was a sociopath.

The fuzzy sociopath in question was stretched out across multiple folders bathing in a sunbeam. If it wasn’t for the destruction the cat had just caused, Rafael would have described the scene as cute. Adorable, even.

Feeling a sudden surge of benevolence, Rafael decided to let the tabby stay while he worked. After all, you did always mention that cats can reduce stress levels (although Rafael wasn’t sure whether that included Machiavellian grey tabbies). The only hitch to the peaceful work environment Rafael envisioned was Rafaelito sleeping on his legal pad.

Slowly, Rafael reached out for the pad, naively thinking that he could pull it out from under Rafaelito without him noticing. His fingers didn’t even graze the paper before the tabby’s green eyes popped open and narrowed at Rafael’s impending invasion of his space. With a flick of his paw, Rafaelito sent the lawyer’s gold pen flying over the edge of the desk.

Rafael huffed, mentally adding a check mark to the sociopath column.

As he bent down to retrieve the pen, Rafael could feel the tabby smirking at him. Drawing inspiration from Indiana Jones, Rafael picked up the pen with his left hand as he simultaneously snatched the legal pad with his right. The immense satisfaction he felt at wiping the smug look off of Rafaelito’s face was diminished by the knowledge that his opponent in this battle of wits was a cat.

“Truce?” Rafael offered.

The tabby huffed, considering himself the victor in his crusade against the Harvard-educated lawyer, but returned to his nap, leaving Rafael and the valuables on his desk alone (at least for now).

With an armistice in place, Rafael returned his attention to his closing statement and found that words were flowing more freely from his pen. The showdown with Rafaelito had the unintended consequence of helping him overcome the writer’s block that had plagued him all weekend. For the next couple hours, the only sounds in the room were Rafael’s pen scratching against paper and the tabby’s unusually loud snoring.

When Rafael finally set down his pen, he had filled a dozen pages with his cramped scrawl. As he flipped through them, he heard the muted sounds of the television. Rafael shoved aside the temptation to join you, reasoning that it was better to finish this now rather than have to pull himself away from you later.

Rafael sighed, tearing his thoughts away from you, and leaned back in his chair. He began murmuring the summation under his breath, careful not to disturb the sleeping tabby. Every so often, he would pause to debate his word choice, remaining oblivious that the snoring had stopped long ago. It was only at the end of the speech, when he was interrupted by an assertive meow, that Rafael realized he had an audience.

His eyes flicked up from the page to find the tabby in front of him.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to interrupt?” Rafael chided before resuming his speech.

The tabby meowed again.

And then a third time because Rafael hadn’t immediately acknowledged him.

“What? What do you want?” Rafael asked, setting aside his legal pad. He clasped his hands in front of him and turned his full attention to the cat on his desk. The beginnings of a frown played on Rafael’s lips; he was so close to being done, to getting to enjoy the last sliver of the weekend with you, and had no patience for further disruptions. Especially those caused by sassy tabbies.

Rafaelito meowed in response, his tail curling around his front paws.

“I don’t know what that means.” Rafael ignored the look the cat shot him. A look that, you would have pointed out, was eerily similar to the one Rafael gave Carisi whenever the lanky detective offered unsolicited legal advice. “Do you want scritches? Trea-“?

The cat meowed again, cutting Rafael off.

“What did I say about interrupting?” Rafael asked, his eyes narrowing at the tabby. “If you want attention, go see Mamá. I’m work-”

Rafaelito interjected again.

“Don’t take that tone with-“

And then again.

Rafael pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Clearly, your cat lacked the basic manners needed for polite conversation and, short of removing him from the office (an action that would undoubtedly spark retaliation in the form of hairballs in shoes), Rafael wasn’t sure what else he could do. Whoever claimed that cats lowered stress levels was a charlatan and Rafael was tempted to prosecute them for fraud. He tried to recall the feeling of serenity his apartment once held, but his reverie was cut short by a string of meows.

Without thinking, Rafael meowed right back.

Rafaelito paused mid-meow, stunned at this new development, and stared at the lawyer with wide eyes. After a few seconds, he let out a tentative, almost questioning meow. Rafael responded in kind and soon a volley of meows in varying pitches and volumes could be heard in the office.

The conversation came to an abrupt halt when movement near the door caught Rafelito’s attention. Rafael followed the cat’s gaze to find you standing in the doorway, holding a plate of banana bread and trying not to laugh.

“I thought you might be hungry,” you said when Rafael noticed you. “But I’m obliviously interrupting something important.”

“I was practicing my summation.”

Rafaelito meowed in confirmation.

“Oh, is that what you were doing?” you smirked, walking over to Rafael. You kissed him softly then set down the banana bread in front of him. He popped a piece in his mouth before replying.

“You didn’t let me finish. I was practicing my summation until your cat,” Rafael paused to gesture to the tabby who was the pure picture of innocence. “Interrupted me.”

“Mm-hmm.” You bit back a smile. Rafael could complain about the cat all he wanted, but you knew he had a soft spot for Rafaelito. You’d often catch your boyfriend giving Rafaelito treats or making room for him on the sofa or in bed. There were probably more photos of the tabby on his phone than there were of you.

“You know,” you continued, ignoring Rafael’s feeble explanation. “You really shouldn’t be meowing at him. You don’t know what you’re saying -it could be something inappropriate or offensive. As an ADA, you wouldn’t want to be charged with a feline-y.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. “Hate speech is a misdemeanour.”

“Fine. Do what you know what is a felony, though?” You asked, barely concealing your glee.

“Don’t, cariño,” Rafael warned. He knew you well enough to know where this was going.

“Purr-jury!”

“If you’re going to continue to make cat puns, you need to leave.”

“Really? Is there a claws about that in our lease?”

“Out,” Rafael said flatly, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. How’s the closing argument coming along?” You leaned against the edge of the desk, facing Rafael. Displeased at all the attention the prosecutor was getting, Rafaelito trotted over and headbutted your hand, his way of demanding scritches.

“Almost done. I’m just reading it over.”

“Do you want another audience member? It might be helpful to have a human perspective in addition to the feline one.” Rafael narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, c’mon, that wasn’t even a pun!”

Rafael harrumphed, but began his speech, speaking as if he were in front of a jury. You listened intently, nodding occasionally. Yet another thing you did for him: you let him run his arguments by you, always giving him your full attention. You were the only one who could listen to him agonize over word choice at length without complaining or considering homicide.

For the most part, Rafaelito remained quiet, content to receive scritches from you. It was only when Rafael reached the conclusion that he let out another meow. Before Rafael could admonish the tabby, who evidently didn’t learn his lesson about interrupting, you spoke up.

“Hm, yeah, you’re right,” you addressed Rafaelito before turning to your boyfriend. “This part is a little clunky.”

“What? That’s not…How did you know that he…It’s not clunky,” Rafael sputtered, looking from you to Rafaelito.

“We have a very smart cat, Rafa. In fact, he’s so smart that he could be your co-counsel. An abogato, if you will.” You grinned, showing no remorse for your bad pun.

Rafael crossed his arms and shot you a pointed look.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist! I’ll take Rafaelito, so you can work in peace.”

“Thanks, cariño. Te amo.”

“Love you, too,” you smiled at Rafael before calling to the tabby. “C’mon, Rafaelito, let’s leave Papi alone and go watch some trashy reality TV.”

Knowing his work was done, the tabby jumped off the desk and strolled into the hallway. You followed after him, winking at Rafael before closing the door behind you.

Alone in his office, Rafael finished off the banana bread while he read over the conclusion again.

“Coño,” Rafael muttered under his breath. “It is clunky.”

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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everything is you: five

A/N: WOOH. FINALS NEXT WEEK AND I’M FREAKING OUT. This update is a little long. I don’t know what happened. Things are picking up too, but I hope you all will enjoy the ride. I’m really excited to share it all with you. I most likely won’t update till the end of next week, but I have a few things planned! Going through my requests and also have a new series planned.

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everything is you

one : two : three : four

Word count: 9770

Warnings: A smidge of angst, smut

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Victor watched as Alena waved their co-workers goodbye as they placed their work on her desk. It wasn’t much this time around, but he saw their boss, Mr. Johnson frowning as well. Their co-workers had thought Mr. Johnson had already left, but in reality, he blacked out his walls and saw what they were doing though they couldn’t see him.

“This is ridiculous, it’s Friday, it’s time for you to go home.” Mr. Johnson had enough just as one of his workers placed files on Alena’s desk.

Victor wanted to do a standing ovation for Mr. Johnson, but he stayed seated, laughing to himself instead.

Ilya, the worker who was placing the files on Alena’s table quickly took it back and sat back down.

“It’s okay Mr. Johnson, I don’t mind helping. It’s just mostly research anyway.” Alena felt bad looking at the embarrassed look on Ilya’s face.

“Alena, I’m giving you a week off. Ilya take the rest of these folders and finish the rest of these paperwork.” There were still a few people lingering around the office, and some of them were glad that Mr. Johnson finally caught people dumping their work to Alena. Though, they were guilty themselves since they haven’t exactly helped her. “You will all be receiving a stern email from me regarding this abuse you’ve put forth on Alena. If this occurs again, you will be immediately terminated.” He looked at Alena who was blushing. “I don’t want to see you here for a week. Samantha can handle your workload.”

“But sir, I have to,” Alena stopped talking when Mr. Johnson held his hand up.

“Alena, please, let me do this for you.” He gave her a warm smile. “Enjoy your time with Cruz, I’m sure he would appreciate it. Please thank him for the drawing he gave me.” Mr. Johnson spoiled Cruz rotten since he had no kids of his own. Cruz always made drawings for him and bless his heart, he would always hang it around his office. “Also, thank Angel for that advice on my Harley, it’s running smoothly.” He even got on well with Angel.

“I will. Thank you.” Alena packed her bag and Mr. Johnson patted her back before returning to his office.

“You know, you could just say no instead of telling Mr. Johnson.” Ilya snapped Alena, upset that he had to do everyone else’s work.

“I didn’t tell him, I didn’t even know he was still here.” Alena argued, hating this confrontation.

“Whatever, must pay off that you suck his dick.”

Alena has heard it before. She knew people spoke behind her back about either her “fake” kindness or how Mr. Johnson was so kind to her since she slept with him. She didn’t let them get to her, you couldn’t change how people thought of you and she wasn’t interested. She was here to do her job and that was that. Of course there were times that it did, but as soon as she had Cruz with her, she was fine.

But hearing these kinds of accusations so blatantly, it was hurtful.

“Excuse me?” Victor stood up making Ilya roll his eyes.

“Oh here’s the other guy. Aren't you married?” Ilya sneered at Alena.

Victor chuckled, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “You keep running your mouth and I may just bite and beat your ass. And I don’t even have to worry about jail time cause we both know the strings I have.” Victor threatened him. “I’m sure Mr. Johnson would love to know how you’ve been leaking insider information to the press about his high profiled case with Mr. Petit. Don’t ever look Alena’s way again, you got it?”

Ilya nodded his head, tail tucked in between his legs. Victor turned to Alena and saw that her eyes were watery. She gave him a weak smile before she continued to pack. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and said a quick goodbye to Mr. Johnson.

Victor quickly packed his stuff and jogged after Alena, holding the elevator. She looked up at him, the tears already streaming from her eyes. She wiped her eyes and gave him a teary smile.

“I’m sorry.” She quickly apologized making Victor frown.

“Why are you apologizing?” Victor settled into the other wise of the elevator not wanting to crowd Alena.

“You didn’t have to defend me. I’ve heard it before.”

“Alena, I wasn’t going to let that asshole talk down on you like that.” Victor reasoned. “You gotta stand up for yourself too. I know you can, you stand up to Angel all the time.”

“He’s not worth it.”

“He doesn’t have to be, but why would you let anyone talk to you in such a way? It’s appalling. Does Angel know that people at the office think you’re sleeping with Mr. Johnson?”

“No, I don’t want to worry Angel. He already hates it that I live in San Diego alone while he’s like an hour and a half away.”

Alena and Angel have been at an impasse after their fight a month ago. Angel has been making an effort to assure her that he was committed to her and Cruz. Though he wasn’t doing anything different. He would try to bring her lunch every once in a while. He would pick her up from work when he would with Cruz coming along. At least the first two weeks after her talk, but she distanced herself since every time Angel would do sweet gestures, he had her falling deeper and deeper, she couldn’t have that.

She could be his wife without being overly affectionate. Just the minimum.

This would make everything hurt less in the long run.

“You want to go have dinner?”

Alena looked at the time and it was only six. For once she was out at a decent time. She contemplated, and figured she had nothing to lose. She was off for a week and she could just text Angel that she was grabbing dinner with Victor.

“Sure, let me just text Angel.”

She shot Angel a quick text about her staying the night in San Diego since Victor wanted to grab dinner. Almost immediately he texted her back.

Angel

No, Cruz is sick, I need you here.

Alena frowned. She called Angel and he didn’t answer.

Angel

He’s sleeping. Can you just please come home? I need you.

“Sorry Victor, I have to take a rain check. Cruz is sick.”

“That’s fine, is he okay?”

“I think so? Angel didn’t give me any details.”

Victor refrained from chuckling. He knew Angel’s game, using Cruz to keep Alena away from him. It could only work for so long.

He hoped Angel was messing around cause he wouldn’t want Cruz to be sick.

Alena drove up the driveway, turning off her car. Before she could even open the door, she heard ‘mommy’. She immediately smiled, opening the door and Cruz greeted her by her seat.

“Hey baby!” Cruz didn’t look sick. She hoped that his nap helped him feel better. “You feeling better?”

Cruz gave her a confused look while Angel took Cruz from Alena.

“Yeah, he’s feeling better.” Angel answered.

Alena grabbed her purse and Angel tried to hold her hand, but she moved her hand away, closing the door. She grabbed Cruz from Angel and handed her purse to him. Walking ahead, she repeated the mantra she’s been repeating in her head.

‘Distance so you don’t get hurt. Distance so you don’t get hurt.’

Angel’s eyebrows furrowed at her, noticing how Alena has been distancing herself from him.

“It better not be motherfucking Victor.” Angel muttered to himself.

Alena was washing the dishes after dinner, Angel sitting at the table watching her. She insisted that he went to stay with Cruz to make sure he was okay, but Angel insisted on drinking his beer in her company. He needed to know why she was putting distance between them.

“You should go on a date.”

Angel almost spat out his beer as he watched Alena’s back while she was washing dishes. “What?”

“Yes, you should. Maybe ask Adelita? Or a coworker of mine that has this crush on you.” She teased him. This was her way of going back to their normal.

Fuck.

What was even normal?

“What the fuck are you doing Alena?” Angel had noticed that ever since their argument a month ago, Alena has been pushing him away. Sleeping in Cruz’s room instead of theirs. She doesn’t sit next to him, she always had Cruz in between them. Every time he offered to bring her food, she texted him a picture of food she already bought. Whenever he told her he was coming to her apartment, she texted him that she was on her way to Santo Padre. Every time he tried to get her alone, she would conveniently get a phone call.

And now, trying to set him up on a date?

She had him fucked up.

“Setting you up on a date? You’ve been single for so long, Cruz is old enough now.” Alena knew their situation was highly ideal, but they couldn’t be in this situation forever. They weren’t together. As long as Cruz was their number one priority, everything would be fine.

“Why would I want to go on a date?”

“Aren’t you tired of just sleeping around? Don’t you want to be in a relationship?”

“Am I missing something? Are you with that motherfucker?”

“What?” She turned off the water, turning to face Angel.

“Victor, are you with him?” Angel’s eyes narrowed at her. “Is that why you’re trying to push me to date someone? So that it would be okay for you to date him?” He chuckled. “Over my dead fucking body.”

“I’m not dating Victor.”

“No, of course not.” He scoffed. “You what? Casually sleep together?”

Angel knew he was unreasonable since there has been no indication they’ve slept together.

“How is it any of your business if I sleep with Victor or not? You sleep with the girl’s at Vicky’s! I don’t know what you do across the border!” Alena bit her lip, never really voicing to Angel her displeasement that he slept with other women. But as she realized that night that Myrna spilled her drink on her, she didn’t have a claim on Angel and she never would. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. It’s none of my business what you do in your life, you can do as you please. You don’t need my permission. I just thought of helping you out is all.” Alena turned around to continue washing dishes.

“What would you do if I want to date you?”

Alena dropped the dish in her hand, thankful that it was Cruz’s plastic Mickey Mouse plate. Angel smirked at her reaction.

“But you don’t, so nothing.” She tried to laugh her nervousness away, keeping her back to him. “So Amy is really nice, she’s around my age. She talks a little too much, but if you can get past that then you should be fine.”

“Alena, I like you.” He wanted to save the other L-word for later, he didn’t want to scare Alena off, so he’ll start with that.

“No you don’t, I’m convenient, believe me you don’t.” Alena didn’t want to face Angel. She didn’t think he would play with her feelings, but this was all out of convenience or gratitude. She’s been a constant in his life and Angel liked that, not her.

But they were getting divorce. He didn’t have to worry about anything else.

“Convenient? Why the fuck would you think that?” Angel hated that Alena wouldn’t turn to face him. He was serious about this.

“Cause it is, look, no harm done. I’m like a constant in your life, I’m Cruz’s mother I get it, but really Amy is a great catch unless you already made a move on Adelita?” Alena didn’t like pushing herself to the side, but she was also realistic. She’s known Angel for years and he’s always said he never had feelings for her, she wasn’t sure what was going on, but if she put her foot down, they didn’t have to be at this weird place.

“Why? Is it hard to believe I have feelings for you?” Angel hates Alena’s lowly thinking of herself. She was a beautiful girl who he would willingly give the world to. Whatever she wanted he would give to her. “I told you Alena, I haven’t been with anyone, not fucking interested either. I’m just interested in you.”

Before Alena could reply, her phone began to ring. She knew that ringtone, it was Victor’s and Angel knew that ringtone as well. Angel picked up her phone, swiping right to answer.

“Hello?”

“Angel!” Alena turned around, but her hands were still wet.

“Listen, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call my girl. She’s happily taken. I understand why you would think she’s single but she isn’t. She’s the mother of my child and she’s married to me. Please don’t contact her again.” Angel informed Victor, his eyes locked on Alena as she watched him helplessly. “Now, you don’t have to worry about Victor, so how about that date?”

“Angel!” Alena’s cheeks reddened, eyebrows furrowed as she was visibly upset by his antics. “That’s not fair! I don’t meddle in your life, don’t meddle in mine! I actually like Victor. Why can’t I go on dates? I don’t tell you anything about yours.” She was angry. Why couldn’t she be with someone? To see how it would be like?

Those words hit Angel so quickly.

She likes Victor?

“You like Victor?” He whispered the words, as if lowering his tone would make it not real. The realization was making his chest fucking tighten. No, no way, didn’t fucking matter. He had Alena, he has Alena.

“I,” she closed her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe?” She looked at Angel and was surprised how heartbroken he appeared, and she saw that mild anger brimming. “If this is your territorial thing because of Cruz, I would never leave him behind, or you. You two are far too important to me.”

“You fucking serious right now? You think this is because of Cruz? That I think you’re walking away that’s why I’m trying to get you back?” Angel scoffed. “I never lost you Alena and I never will. I don’t know why you’re pulling away, but I’m not going to let you go. I’m serious, I have feelings for you and I want to be with you. You don’t need Victor, you have me.” Angel placed his beer down on the table. He made his way over to Alena, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Before Alena could react, he kissed her, Alena’s eyes widening. She was going to push him, but fuck did his lips feel good, they always did. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Before she could even deepen the kiss, Angel pulled away, Alena chasing after him. He wiped his thumb against her bottom lip, chuckling. “Yeah, doesn’t seem like I’m the only one who has feelings here.” Angel walked away leaving Alena hot and heavy.

“Nope, sleeping with Cruz tonight.”

An hour later, after scrolling through her Facebook and other social media sites, she made her way over to Cruz’s room and found him sprawled on his bed, no room for her. She took his ginormous bear, leaning it against his drawer. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the bear and watching Cruz sleep. Alena loved watching Cruz sleep, watching him grow before her eyes has been a delight and she wouldn’t trade it in for the world.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

Alena placed her hand against her mouth, to not let out the shriek that she wanted to let out.

“Angel,” she whispered harshly. “What is the matter with you?”

“I’ve been waiting for you in our room, let’s go.” He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“No it’s okay, I just want to watch Cruz.”

“Nope, you can spend all your time with him tomorrow, let’s go.” Angel stepped in the room and helped her up, closing the door behind them once they were outside. He brought her to their room.

Alena quickly changed before getting on the bed, placing a pillow between them. Angel watched amused that she was trying to put a pillow in between them. Once she was settled under the covers, Angel threw the pillow on the ground, laughing as Alena let out an annoyed huff.

“Angel, please, I just want to keep boundaries between us so there are no blurred lines.” Alena turned to face him, annoyed by his smugness. “You’re so annoying.” She turned away from him, closing her eyes. She took off her glasses, placing it on the bedside table.

Angel scooted closer to Alena, she could feel his heat radiating on her back. He draped an arm over her stomach. She attempted to push his arm away, but he took her hand, intertwining their fingers on her stomach, pulling her flushed against him.

Placing a kiss on the back of her head, he tightened his hold on her. “Don’t fight it cielo, believe me when I tell you. I have feelings for you, just give me a little bit more time.”

Alena didn’t answer, keeping her eyes closed. Eventually she felt Angel’s breathing even out and she followed close behind him.

Angel felt the weight on his chest and heard the giggle. He cracked open an eye, and saw Cruz beside him.

“Hi daddy.” Cruz waved. “Mommy is drooling.”

Angel looked down at Alena and sure enough, she was draped over him, her leg rested in between his. He felt the wetness against his skin and chuckled. Alena was so cute when she slept. Well, she was always cute, but he really enjoyed watching her sleep.

“It’s too early little man, wanna join mommy and daddy?” Angel moved to the side and let Cruz rest on his other side while Alena remained at the same spot.

“Can I have a little brother or sister for my birthday?”

Angel held back a laugh and just smiled down at his son. “We’ll ask mommy.”

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Angel left Cruz and Alena still asleep on his bed. He had a shift at the scrapyard and a run with Hank and Gilly to meet with SAMCRO. He didn’t exactly tell Alena everything he truly felt, but he would tonight. Realizing he loves Alena was a whole different thing. It was terrible that it was Victor who made him realize this, but he knew it was always there. He’s loved her for quite some time, but it was easy to bury with everything going on.

He might sound stupid, but he figured that this whole thing between him and Alena would be understood as some type of relationship. Contrary to popular belief, he hasn’t touched any of the girls at Vicky’s nor has he done anything with Adelita.

Everytime he was close enough to even doing anything, all he could see was Alena and that adorable smile of hers. And the times she would cry, god his heart would clench at how difficult it was to see his cielo cry.

Then he would think of Cruz.

How disappointed Cruz would be if he stepped out on mommy.

He walked in the clubhouse and found EZ with Coco.

“Did you tell her?” Was the first thing Coco asked.

“No. We got into it yesterday cause of Victor.”

“Fuck.” Coco handed EZ a twenty dollar bill.

“The fuck?”

“Prospect and I made a bet that you wouldn’t confess, I said you would do it, but Boy Scout said no.”

“Fuck you both. What is up with you all making bets on me and Alena?” He noticed that Taza handed Bishop a twenty as well, the president lifting his beer to Angel. “What the fuck?”

“Victor came around the other day.” Coco informed him. He had a few run-ins with Victor since he tried to help him find Letty, but Letty ended up coming to him. With Letty coming into his life, he’s been busy. She still lived with Celia, but he was trying to spend more time with her.

“Why?” Angel didn’t like how Victor seemed to be infiltrating all aspects of his life.

“Needed a piece for his Mustang, figured we’d have it here and we did.” Coco offered Angel a cigarette, which he took. “I like him, he’s a pretty knowledgeable guy. And he really likes Alena.” Coco would always be loyal to Angel, that was his brother, his best friend, but his loyalty with Alena almost topped Angel. He still remembered the time she provided him an alibi for Frankie.

And the poor guy believed Alena since he always had a crush on her. She was sweet, innocent, and had a conscience.

After all, why would Alena lie?

Ever since then, Coco saw that Alena wasn’t only loyal to Angel, her loyalty extended to the club. And he couldn’t help it that his protective nature came out with Alena. She was nice, but when you got to her bad side, stand clear. She was patient, understanding, and loved fiercely.

It was always a saying around the club, hell around town.

‘What country did Angel save in a past lifetime that he was able to land Alena?’

It was a running joke that even Angel agreed with the statement. He didn't know who and what he saved in a previous life, but he would never question it.

“And this concerns me why?” Angel sat down at the bar, waiting for EZ to give him a beer.

“You’re not even a little concerned that Victor may sink his claws in Alena.” EZ knew it was awful of him to put ideas in his brother’s head, but they weren’t getting younger. If Angel actually thought keeping this farce was going to keep Alena around, it wasn’t. From what Carla told him, Alena was working on divorcing Angel because that’s what their deal was and time was almost up.

“Not even worried.” Angel scoffed, taking a sip of the beer EZ placed in front of him.

But he was worried.

Victor had been waiting for years and now that their five years were almost up, it seemed like Victor thought it would be the perfect time to make his feelings known. Angel wondered if Valeria was still obsessed with Victor cause if she was, he would gladly point her to his direction. There have been people who had shown interested in Alena before, the last one being Dante, Alena’s douchebag ex-boyfriend who stole almost two thousand dollars from her and had the fucking audacity to to hurt Alena.

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Angel watched as Alena’s car pulled up at the scrapyard, which surprised him since it was midnight. Alena had work tomorrow so she was usually in San Diego by Sunday night. She visited him on the weekends to fuck around with him and his brother’s, but that was less frequent lately since Dante became Alena’s boyfriend.

It’s been a long two years and he hoped she fucking broke up with him already.

Angel patted Maxine’s thigh, signalling for her to get off him. She looked back and saw Alena knowing Angel wouldn’t need her service tonight. After all, Angel hardly flirted with other girls in front of Alena. It was sacreligious.

Coco was the one to open the door for Alena and his words was what made Angel rush over to Alena.

“What the fuck?” Coco studied Alena’s face, her glasses were crooked, barely staying on at the bridge of her nose. The left side of her face was starting to swell, a bruise forming.

“What’s going,” Angel’s words died down when his eyes landed on Alena. He didn’t mean to shove Coco, but he pushed him out of the way, cupping Alena’s cheek gently. She was crying and winced when Angel touched her cheek. “Oh fuck no. Did that motherfucker put his hands on you Alena?” Angel didn’t mean to yell at her, but he was infuriated.

“Calm down hermano, you’re scaring her.” Coco warned.

“Hey, I would never hurt you,” his voice softened. “Dime cielo, did he do this?”

Alena nodded her head. She wrapped her arms around Angel, his arms automatically wrapping around her. His right hand still cupped her cheek while his hand rubbed her back.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“No,” Alena uttered out, pulling away from him, shaking her head. “Please don’t. It’s fine, I just got him angry and,”

“Shut the fuck up Alena, don’t even fucking defend him.” Angel had to walk away from Alena, he didn’t want to yell at her. It wasn’t her fault she was fucking pure and forgiving, but this was unforgivable.

“Hey, Lenny, you know Angel is just overprotective.” Coco watched as Riz, Creeper and Gilly made their way over to them. He was overprotective too, but he was trying to keep his cool since Alena didn’t need all of them waging war right now.

“The fuck?” Riz assessed Alena’s face, knowing fully well who the fuck did this to her. “Is this the first time?”

Alena nodded her head. She didn’t like that they all came to her. She loved the guys, trusted them with her life, but she really just wanted Angel right now. Coco noticed that Alena’s eyes kept drifting over to Angel who was off to the side, trying to cool off.

Coco made his way over to Angel and pulled him further to the side so that no one could hear them.

“Listen, I get it, you’re pissed, and you want to kill the motherfucker, we all do. But Alena needs you right now. She doesn’t need you being pissy, she needs you to be there for her. We’ll fucking handle Dante another night, let him rest easy so when we fuck that fucker up, he won’t see it coming.”

Angel took a deep breath and nodded his head. He made his way back over to Alena, who was being occupied by Creeper’s lame attempts to try and cheer her up. She slightly smiled, but Angel knew it was due to her trying to be nice.

“I’m going to take her home.” He informed them, the hint obviously taken.

The boys gave her a hug before Angel led her to the front passenger seat. When she was inside, he closed the door. He made his way over to Coco, before sliding in the driver’s seat.

“Find that motherfucker, make sure he doesn’t leave town.”

Coco nodded his head and watched Angel and Alena leave. Angel looked over at Alena who was just looking straight ahead in a daze.

“Baby, can I hold your hand?” Angel asked.

She nodded her head, briefly looking at him. Angel reached over and held her hand, placing it on his thigh.

“You want to go home?”

She shook her head.

“My place?”

She nodded her head.

Angel frowned, not liking the fact that she wasn’t talking. Alena tended to lose herself in her mind. She could be cruel to herself and would most likely reasoned she fucking deserved it like those poor women who chose to stay with their partners. But he was going to make sure she wasn’t one of them, Dante saw the last of Alena tonight, that was for sure.

If he had to bury him six feet under, he fucking would.

He pulled up to his place, parking at his spot. Waiting for her in front of her car, Alena stayed in the car for a moment, which he took as an opportunity to smoke. When she came out, he held out his hand, which she took. They made their way to his apartment, Angel unlocking it for her.

Leading her to his bedroom, he turned to her. “You want clothes?”

Alena nodded her head. Angel went to her drawer that held all of her clothes in case she slept over. He handed her one of his shirts and one of her shorts. Alena changed in the bathroom quickly before coming out and joined Angel. He’s on the bed, his back against the wall of his bedroom.

“Can we get my cell phone? I should text Dante.” She fiddled with the edge of the shirt, looking at the floor.

“Excuse me? Text Dante?” Angel gave her an incredulous look, unsure if he heard her correctly. “Alena, you’re not talking to Dante.”

“Angel, I just, I just want to let him know I’m safe.”

“Alena, you’re not fucking talking to Dante, your relationship is done. He hit you!” She flinched, causing Angel to let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream at you. Cielo, please, just come lay with me.”

“I have to get my cell phone.” Alena insisted.

“What happened Alena?”

“What?”

“What happened?”

Alena sat at the edge of the bed facing Angel, she bent one of her legs while the other hung at the edge of the bed. “I found out he stole money from me, so I confronted him and he slapped me.” Angel could tell Alena was becoming emotional, uncomfortable with what she was sharing. “He got on top of me and he punched me.” The tears came out then, Angel’s heart broke and his anger soared. He could not believe this motherfucker cowardly hurt his Alena. Angel never felt this type of anger before, except for the time that his mother was killed. A random act they said, he scoffed at that. He always thought about all the ways he wanted to kill his mother’s killer. Since he would never get the chance to do so, he would take it out on Dante for hurting Alena.

Her sob broke him out of his thoughts, Angel immediately crawling over to Alena. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards the middle of the bed so they could lay down. As soon as he was on his back, he pulled Alena to his chest, letting her cry on him. One arm was wrapped around her while the other hand held her hand.

He’s killed people before out of obligation to the club.

But this was the first kill he would thoroughly enjoy.

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He didn’t kill Dante.

Man did he fucking want to.

Alena’s cheek was bruised for a week, it fucking upset Angel. Every time he looked at her face then, it taunted him that he wasn’t able to protect her. Never fucking again. He would always protect her from everyone and everything.

Alena begged him to spare Dante, but he warned Dante, clear as day so there were no confusions.

“You ever come near her, breathe the same air as her, or even contact her, I’m going to fucking shoot you.”

Dante returned her money with interest and it was the last she ever saw of Dante.

“But you should be.” Coco’s reply got Angel’s attention. “Victor isn’t like Dante. He’s an actual decent guy who really likes Alena. He came here to get into our good graces cause he knew that our opinion would be important to her.”

Angel downed his beer, standing up since he still had a shift at the scrapyard.

“Well, he’s wasting his time.”

“If you make a move maybe, but otherwise Alena is fair game.”

“Alena isn’t fucking fair game, she’s my wife. If she even bring those fucking papers to me, I wouldn’t sign it.” Angel scoffed.

He was never signing those papers.

Over his dead body.

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Angel unlocked the front door, and found Alena waiting for him. But she was asleep on the couch. Today, there was no shit with the rebels, just regular club shit and Angel was honestly thankful for that. He wanted to help their cause, but he was tiring himself out, especially after the fight with Alena. He hated fucking fighting with her because half the time, all he wanted to do was keep kissing her till she wasn’t angry at him anymore. Every night he came home and she was there, he wanted to hold her and not worry about whether or not she would let him hold her at night.

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know if Alena felt the same way for him. But he was willing to take the risk with her and put his feelings out there.

Angel was never good with his feelings. He was good at burying shit since that’s what he always did. The resentment he had for EZ, the disconnect he felt with his father, the feeling of inadequacy due to his parents favoring EZ, burying his true feelings were his forte. He knew EZ didn’t mean to be the golden child, didn’t mean to have both of their parents dotting on him, but it happened. Whenever he would try to talk to his father like EZ did, he never could do it, there was always a wall and instead of trying to break it down, they both just let it stay, becoming higher and higher.

But he couldn’t do that with Alena.

He wasted enough time with Alena.

Walking over to her, he smiled down at her, squatting down beside her. Her back was to him, her phone resting beside her and glasses still on her face. The last text message he received from her was a picture of her and Cruz with soap suds on top of their heads as they took a bubble bath.

It was his new wallpaper.

Alena loved taking pictures with Cruz. Whenever they had an adventure without him, he was sent numerous pictures. Alena never really knew it, but Angel’s background picture to this day was a picture they all took together during Cruz’s second birthday, the first birthday they all spent together. Cruz has his birthday cake in front of him with Alena and Angel on either side of him, the smiles on their faces was what Angel loved best. He clicked the button on the side and found a picture of him and Cruz sleeping. It made his heart flutter knowing that was her phone background.

Alena began to turn, slightly startling Angel. She moved around often when she slept, which was why Angel didn’t like it when she slept on the couch. She was just like Cruz, they moved too damn much while they were sleeping.

He watched as Alena moved towards the edge, falling into his arms. Chuckling, he picked her up bridal style, Alena snuggling into his chest. He quickly checked on Cruz, who was sound asleep, before making his way over to their bedroom. He placed Alena on her side of the bed, tucking her in. Placing a kiss on her forehead, his eyes closed, relishing the feel of her skin against his lips.

God he sounded pathetic.

But he truly loved Alena.

Pulling away, he took off her glasses and placed it on her bedside drawer along with her glasses. He took a quick shower before joining Alena in bed. Turning the television on, he lowered the volume and picked some random channel just in case Alena woke up in the middle of the night. He knew how much she hated the dark and preferred the night light of the television along with the noise it provided.

Turning to face Alena, he placed his hand on top of her hand that was resting at the space between them.

“I love you Alena, I know I can be slow, but I hope I’m not too late. I hope you haven’t given Victor space in your heart. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you cielo.”

Alena stirred, turning to her side and faced Angel. She snuggled onto her pillow, smiling. He felt her fingers intertwine with his. She scrunched her face before opening her eyes. She looked down at their hands then back up to him.

“You okay cielo?” Angel questioned as he watched Alena look at their hands again.

“Your hand looks so big compared to mine.” She commented. Looking up at him again, she smiled. Alena moved towards him, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head against his chest. Angel adjusted by laying on his back. She was very cuddly when she was sleepy or drunk.

Angel didn’t mind, he loved holding her. She propped herself up with her elbow, a hand on his stomach. Moving up, she pressed her lips against his, Angel immediately reacting. After last night, Angel didn’t think Alena would be kissing him. He felt her hand slip under his boxers, wrapping her arms around his already semi-erect cock. Alena started moving her hand up and down, tightening it around his cock.

Angel groaned, slightly pulling away from her, his lips against her.

“Fuck cielo,” he kissed her again, his hand slipping under her shirt, but Alena stopped him shaking her head. She kneeled beside him, her thumb brushing against the tip of his cock, making Angel close his eyes. “Baby, let me touch you.”

“No, this is about you.” Alena removed her hand, moving to kneel in between his legs. She took a hold of his boxers and pulled them down with Angel’s hell. She licked her lips, her hands holding onto Angel’s thighs, pushing them down.

“You want daddy’s cock baby? Go ahead and take it.” He sat up, waiting for Alena’s next move. She’s always been shy when it came to oral sex, unsure of what to do, but if he was being honest anytbing she did could get him off. He thought Alena everything she knew about blowjobs and he was honestly quite fucking proud of it.

Alena took him in her mouth, shallowly at first before deep throating him, making Angel moan out her name. He wrapped his hand around her hair, watching as Alena took him in. She let go of him with a pop, dipping her tongue into the slit of his cock. Her hand wrapped around his cock again, moving it up and down smoothly as it was like lubricated with her mouth.

“Alena, you’re gonna fucking kill me. I thought you didn’t want to be intimate.” He couldn’t help but tease her, he knew Alena would give in.

“I don’t, but I figured I would show you the new trick Victor taught me.”

Angel jolted awake, breathing hard. He looked down and found Alena sleeping against him, her face against his pillow, her leg wrapped around him.

“Fuck it was just a dream.” But he was hard now. And dream Alena had him fucked up. Real Alena has to take the blow of that comment. “Cielo, wake up.” He cupped her face, softly caressing her cheeks.

“Hmm,” Alena’s eyes remained closed but she acknowledged him.

“Wake up.”

“Mmhmm.”

Angel chuckled. He remembered that Cruz did want a brother or sister for his birthday. What better way to start than to practice? Angel pressed his lips against her, waiting for a reaction. Alena gasped, allowing Angel to slip his tongue into her mouth. He pushed her to lay on her back, his hand pinning her hand to her pillow. He pulled away to let her breath. His forehead against her, he opened his eyes to find Alena’s with her eyes close, lips parted.

“Is this a dream?”

Her question made him laugh.

“You dream about me kissing you, cielo?” His hand that had her hand pinned moved down her body, stopping on her breast to give it a light squeeze. Her eyes opened then.

“I always dream about you.” She realized her mistake and wished she could take it back.

“What do you dream about?” He pulled away from her, watching as the blush on her cheeks appeared. “Come on cielo, dime.”

Alena was watching Angel’s hand as it hovered over the top of her shorts. She was debating if she wanted to stop him, to enforce her rule of no intimacy. But much like Angel she had needs, there was just so much her vibrator could do for her. At the same time, she wanted to keep that boundary, to assure they didn’t cross the line any further.

But what line?

She just heard Angel say it in her head.

This man was driving her nuts.

“Everything.” She whispered as she locked eyes with Angel.

“Do you dream of us together?”

Alena nodded her head, her eyes drifting back to his hand when she felt him pull against her shorts and underwear. She wanted to fight him, she really did, but one month was a feat. Pretty soon, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy Angel’s company. Why not just indulge while she still did?

“I always dream about you cielo, you plague my mind.” He kissed her cheek, his beard rubbing against her skin.

“Do you dream of me fucking you?” He whispered in her ear as his finger ran up and down her folds. “Do you dream of me fingering you as you beg me to let you come?”

“Yes,” Alena rasped out.

“I can make your dreams come true cielo, whatever you want I’ll give to you.” Angel nipped at her ear, his finger circling her entrance. “You want daddy to fuck you baby, let me have my way with you? No more ban?”

Alena shook her head.

“Use your voice.”

“No more ban daddy.”

Angel smirked against her ear. “That’s right, you’re not gonna deny daddy his pussy anymore, cause I know you missed daddy’s cock.” Angel plunged a finger in, groaning along with Alena at her tightness. “I’m gonna stretch this pussy out like I always do.”

He eased in another finger, Alena looking down at his fingers, but she couldn’t even see well, which added to the sensation.

“You want me to get your glasses?”

Alena shook her head. “No daddy.”

Angel removed his fingers, causing Alena to pout. He instructed her to move forward so he could sit behind her. He took her glasses and handed it over to her. Alena took it, Angel wrapped an arm around her middle.

“Move forward.” He instructed.

Alena scooted forward. Angel got off the bed and placed Alena’s full length standalone mirror at the edge of their bed. He settled back behind her, smirking at her through the mirror.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you so that you never deny daddy again.” Angel knew Alena was shy when it came to this type of thing, but he tried to push her out of her comfort zone every once in a while. “Is this okay baby girl?”

These were the last few months, why not experiment?

“Yes daddy.”

Angel groaned. He spread her legs, placing it on top of his. “Look at that baby, spread your lips for me.” Angel watched as Alena spread her folds, making Angel groan. “Slip a finger inside.”

Alena looked at Angel through the mirror and shook her head. He pressed against her, kissing and suck on her neck. “Come on cielo, I wanna see what you do while I’m on a run.” Every once in a while, Alena and Angel has phone sex when he was on a run. It was rare, but if it was a long period of time, he’s usually able to convince Alena.

“I use my vibrator you know this.” A vibrator that Angel has never seen. He always wondered where she hid it.

“Where is it?”

Her eyes widened at his question and shook her head. “No, can we just use your fingers?”

“Come on, where is it? Daddy wants to play with his baby girl.”

Alena was hesitant. It’s not that she didn’t trust Angel, she just didn’t expect to ever use it with him.

“My side of the closet in my t-shirt drawer.”

Angel hurriedly grabbed it and took it out of the box. He got lube from the drawer that he knew Alena kept their shit together. He went back to his original position behind her, spreading the lube on her purple vibrator. Turning it on, Angel chuckled, causing chills to travel up and down her spine.

“Oh this is going to be fun.” Angel rubbed it on her folds, the sensation making Alena shift in her seat, but she didn’t let out a sound. “You know I love hearing you.”

Angel slipped it inside her folds, immediately placing it against her clit. Alena leaned her head back, biting her lips, she couldn’t even look at Angel doing this, it was lewd, but erotic as hell.

“Open your eyes Alena.”

She did as she was told, looking at the mirror as Angel rubbed the vibrator on her clit. Alena’s breathing increased as Angel slipped two fingers inside her again, a whimper escaping her lips.

“Oh my god,” she tried her best to keep her eyes open, watching as Angel slid his fingers in and out, her vibrator buzzing happily against her clit. The familiar feeling at the pit of her stomach came, her walls clenching his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, but daddy shouldn’t let you cum for denying him.” Angel removed his fingers and her vibrator. Alena groaned, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry daddy, please let me cum.” She pouted and Angel just groaned. Alena played dirty and he had to applaud her for that.

Angel went back to what he was doing and instead of pulling away, he let Alena cum. The wet noises that filled the room due to her wetness made Angel harder. Momentarily, he turned the vibrator off and put it down. He took off his boxers and settled behind Alena again, his erection rubbing against her back.

“I’m buying you a variety of this shit.” Angel informed Alena, making her laugh as she leaned against him. “You ready for watch me fuck you?”

“Yes daddy, I’m so fucking ready.”

“You missed daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Yes.”

Angel lifted her up, her knees on either side of his legs. Angel was sitting up, watching as Alena watched his cock disappear inside of her, her back arching when she was buried. That burn was something Alena missed and she moaned, loving that feel.

“Stay like this.” Angel turned on the vibrator again.

“Angel, no, don’t do that.” She’s never tried using her vibrator while she had anything bigger than a finger inside of her. She knew it would be too much, but the idea intrigued her.

While she was fully seated on his cock, Angel placed the vibrator against her clit, Alena groaning out his name. Her hands were on his thigh, raking her nails against his skin making him hiss. Looking at the mirror, he watched as Alena bit her lip, grinding down on him as the vibrator brought her close to an orgasm once more. The stimulation was becoming too much for Alena.

“Open your eyes cielo, watch yourself come undone.” Angel was fucking loving this. Before Alena could come, he removed the vibrator, causing her to whimper. “Ride daddy’s dick like a good girl.”

Alena straightened her back, moving up and down Angel’s length. She took off her shirt, Angel smirking as she did. He watched as his cock disappeared inside of her, stretching her. He loved this sight and was annoyed he’s never tried it before. He leaned back on his forearms, biting his lips as he watched her in the mirror.

“That’s right baby, just like that.” He encouraged her. Alena tried to keep going the same pace. She had her weight on her hands that was resting on Angel’s thighs. She bounced up and down his cock, Angel noticing the cream coating his cock. “Fuck baby, we might have to fuck in front of the mirror every time we do this.”

Alena whined, her rhythm slowing down. She wanted to get herself off, but she couldn’t do it. Angel noticed and sat up and picked up the vibrator. He turned it on and it was back at her clit again.

“Daddy, fuck, that feels so good.” Angel thrusted you into her, his pace was fast and unrelenting, with the added stimulation of the vibrator and how close she was earlier, Alena came almost immediately. She put her weight on her forearms, resting, catching her breath.

“Maybe we do need your inhaler.”

Alena laughed. “Shut up.”

He changed her position, Alena on her back the mirror in front of her as Angel kneeled in between her legs. He was never into toys, but fucking seeing Alena come undone the way she did, the way her face had unadultered bliss written all over it, he was investing in them. Maybe ones he could control to drive Alena crazy.

All of Alena’s sexual encounters were with him. He didn’t want to hear about any other motherfucker cause all that mattered was him.

He was always down to experiment with Alena. He loved teaching her new things.

Alena heard her vibrator turned on and she tried to close her legs, but Angel was right between them.

“Just give me a minute,” she held on Angel’s hand that held her vibrator. “I regret showing it to you.”

Angel chuckled. “We won’t always use it cause we both know daddy can make you cum without it.” He took the hand that was holding on to his, placing a kiss at the inside of her wrist. Turning off the toy, placed it on the bed. He slipped inside, she was still so tight, but it was much easier due to how wet she was. Resting his weight on his forearms, he hovered over her, kissing Alena. He was always addicted to her lips. It was crazy that what bothered him most when it came to Alena and other men were her kissing them. The sexual intimacy obviously did as well, but kissing meant more to him for some odd reason.

His mouth traveled down to her neck, marking her as he did. He pinned her hands to her side, looking at the mirror when Alena arched her back. She looked up, noticing how dark Angel’s eyes appeared. Watching him place kisses all over her body, suckling on her nipple, it turned Alena on even further.

Angel held eye contact through the mirror. She watched as he licked his fingers and rubbed her clit.

“Angel,” she breathed out his name needily.

“Yeah baby, I got you.” Angel was close as well, watching Alena get home got him off all the time. She was just so wet, right and warm. She clenched around him again, tears coming down her eyes due to the overstimulation Angel had been providing. “Look at my baby girl crying. I just want to make you feel good, do you feel good?”

“Yes.”

“You want me?”

“Always.”

“You never gonna ban me from my pussy again, right?” He slowed his pace, wanting Alena to suffer a little more.

“Angel,” she groaned, hating that he stopped again.

Angel chuckled. “Answer me.”

“Never again.”

Angel increased his pace, the rubbing on her clit. Alena was a moaning mess, her vision fading to black, scratching at Angel’s back. Angel groaned at the crook of her neck, halting his movements as he was buried deep inside her. Alena could feel Angel pulsing inside of her, her walls clenching around him. He did a few more thrusts, kissing Alena as he did. She took a deep breath and laughed as Angel looked down at her. The afterglow of her orgasm was always so beautiful to him.

He did that to her.

He made her feel that way and that was such an accomplishment.

Anything he did for Alena made him proud.

She was the love of his life.

Pulling out of her, Alena immediately closed her legs. Angel chuckled, trying to pry them open.

“Stop,” she pushed at him as she sat up.

Angel kissed her again. “Cruz asked for a baby brother or sister.”

“Did he now?” Alena laughed moving away from Angel so she could stand up. “When did he ask that?”

“Yesterday morning before he got in bed with us.” Angel moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “He wants one for his birthday.” He pulled her to him, resting his hands on her hips. He kissed her stomach, making Alena giggle.

Running her fingers through his hair, she didn’t know what to reply. Maybe she and Angel could continue as friends with benefits after they divorced and raise two kids together.

Fuck.

She gave up so much for Angel.

She wanted a family, to be actually in a loving marriage, not with someone who was always so hot and cold with her. Angel always protected her and took care of her, but she knew it was out of gratitude. For some reason, he decided he had feelings for her, even though a month ago he stated he didn’t.

She was done being confused.

He was just going to take it back anyway.

“Let’s get him a puppy, go from there.”

Angel gave her an odd look. “Let’s take a shower.”

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The next morning, Angel woke up before Alena, which surprised him. He turned to face her and she was still slightly snoring. He chuckled, getting up to check on Cruz. He found Cruz just getting up as well.

“Daddy,” he let out a yawn. “Can we make pancakes?”

“Let’s make mommy breakfast in bed?” Angel suggested.

“Yes!” Cruz jumped off his bed, running over to Angel.

The father and son duo made breakfast, singing along to a few songs that Cruz had on the playlist Angel made for him. Once they were done, Cruz held the coffee they made for Alena in his hand, carefully walking to assure he didn’t spill mommy’s coffee. Angel placed the tray on the computer table Alena had in their room.

“Shall we wake up mommy?” He took the coffee from Cruz, placing it on the table as well.

Cruz nodded his head excitedly. Angel placed him on the bed, Cruz crawled towards Alena. He softly shook Alena, calling for her.

“Mommy, mommy,” Cruz shook Alena.

Alena sat up, looking at Cruz and then Angel. She let out a sigh, and looked at her watch.

“Sorry, I thought I had work and I was late.” Alena laughed. “I dreamt I was late for work.” Turning to Cruz, she took him and placed him on her lap. “Hi Cruzie, did you have a good sleep?”

“Yes I did mommy.” Cruz gave her a kiss on the lips. “Daddy’s turn.”

Alena turned to Angel who was already puckered up right beside her face. She laughed and gave him a quick peck.

“That was a lame kiss cielo.” Angel teased her before taking the tray and placing it in front of her. “Cruzito and I made you pancakes.”

“Wow, what did you two do?” Alena playfully narrowed her eyes at them.

Angel and Cruz had the same innocent look, holding their hands up. “Nothing.” They said in unison. “We love you.”

Alena laughed, giving Cruz a kiss on the cheek. “This is a lot, we’re all eating this right?”

“Of course mommy, sharing is caring.”

Alena nodded her head in agreement. She looked up at Angel who hasn’t said much to her. She cut the pancakes for Cruz and he immediately started eating, the cartoons on the television capturing his attention as he shoved pancakes in his mouth.

“Did you bring me to the bed?” Alena questioned. Even though they had sex, she was far too aroused to ask him last night.

“Yeah, you know I don’t like it when you sleep on the couch, you move too much. We don’t want a repeat of the incident.” Angel reminded her.

One time, Alena fell asleep on the couch, fell and sustained an injury on her head. After that, Angel advised her to just sleep on their bed, it was the reason he bought it. The few times Alena did sleep on the couch, she was usually laying on Angel, with his arms around her.

“I know, sorry, I was waiting for you to come home.” Alena took a piece of the pancake and ate some. “Yum, glad it’s not burned.”

“Told you I could cook cielo.” He winked at her.

“Mr. Johnson gave me the week off, but I have a few errands to run in San Diego, I’ll drive back tomorrow morning and should be back by Wednesday.” Alena didn’t want to tell Angel that Victor invited her to an art gallery. It was innocent, but Angel had the tendency to overreact. She was allowed to have friends.

“Sounds good, you want us to go with?” Angel poured some syrup on his plate since Alena didn’t go overboard with syrup like he did.

“No, it’s fine, but I can take Cruz with me. Give you some time off.” Alena offered. She could take Cruz with her and Victor at the art gallery.

“I’d prefer if you and Cruz stayed with me, I don’t need time off. Do you have to stay in San Diego to do the errands?” Angel hated it when Alena suggested for them to spend time apart. What was the point of that? He always wanted to be near her and Cruz.

“Yeah, I just need to do a few things at the apartment.” Alena didn’t like lying to Angel, but she technically wasn’t. She did have a few things to do at the apartment. This wasn’t cheating, she was hanging around with a friend who liked her and well for her, she didn’t know how she felt about Victor. He was sweet, funny, good looking, and kind, but she was married.

“Maybe if Cruz stays here you can get it done faster?” Angel was selfish with Alena. If she had the week off, he wanted her to stay in Santo Padre and be with him and Cruz. Besides, if she was in San Diego, more of a chance for her to see Victor.

“Angel, it’s just two days.”

“Alright, but just leave Cruz here, I got him. Maybe ask Carla to go to the spa I got you a gift card for.” Angel suggested.

“You know what, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” She agreed.

Alena needed some time to herself. It was nice to get a break from work. And maybe Carla could help her sort out her feelings.

Her growing feelings for Victor.

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yandere-ac · 4 years

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Yandere Barold X Reader

Baggage

So yeah, this happened. I read @yanderebliss prompt about ugly villagers and got a bolt of inspiration at 2 am. And now this exists. So ...enjoy

Reject, outcast, mistake, ugly. These are all things that he had heard plenty of times. Oh, the so familiar sight of seeing someone walk up to him on a deserted island, take one quick look at him, then dash off without even giving him as much as a hi. It wasn’t uncommon, yet it still hurt every time it happened. He was well aware that he was...less than “desirable” but at this point he had just given up. He had given up on the idea that someone, ANYONE would ever want him in his village.

The only times he did move in was when another villager had moved out and he himself had bought the empty lot. But that want much better. Anytime he’d finally find a place to call his own he’d get harassed on a daily basis. Weather that be giving him trash, punching him around or even beating him over the head with a net, any island representatives would in some way abuse him until he’d say “enough is enough” and move away.

But...for some reason, he still saved up nook miles to buy tickets. He still went on the flights that would take him to those cursed island trips. Even if he had completely given up, there was still some small part of him that held out hope. A hope that one day, someone would see him and not turn around. So far, he hasn’t met a single person that even seemed to consider taking him in...that was...until he met you...

Wandering around a beach, picking up pretty shells and being in his own world, Barold didn’t notice as you approached him. When he met you, the two of you had a lovely conversation, talking about where you came and who you were. At this point, he was struggling so hard to control his breathing, someone was actually interested enough to talk to him? Truly, he wasted no time with dropping hints about him wanting to move somewhere. This was it, this was the moment where he sees if he’s indeed unlovable...or if beauty lies in the eye of the beholder...

When I tell you this man almost fainted when you happily replied “you should move to my island!”. Barold almost stared crying tears of joy (but he held it in, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you off). It took al his willpower not to scoop you up into his arms into a big embrace. He finally had found someone who wanted him! After years of torment! After years of abuse! No longer would he have to move from island to island, now he had a stable home. With a representative that didn’t care what he looked like!

It wasn’t until the next day when he where unboxing all of his stuff that he would be able to get a good look at you. It was around 10 am when you knocked on his door, wanting to say hello to your newest villager. You were the first to admit, you had a soft spot for the “ugly” villagers. Anytime your friends would visit your island you were always bombarded with the same questions. “But they’re so ugly” “wouldn’t you rather want someone cute like Raymond or Audie?” “Why would you waste space for such villagers?”

You really didn’t care what anyone said. No villager deserves such cruel treatment like getting hit with a net or being bombarded with trash! Anytime you saw an “ugly” villager, you made sure to strike up a conversation with them. And so, when we they asked to move in, you were more than happy to accept! Right now you were going to greet your new friend, Barold! You didn’t care what he looked like. But the thing about Barold was, yesterday when you had invited him, he had been to excited to really notice anything about you. The fact that you had even invited him in the first place showed him what a big heart you had.

But then, when you had entered his house the next day, JUST to greet HIM?! That’s when it dawned on him, you where one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He could feel his face heat up as you gave him a reassuring smile whilst talking to him. It made him feel something he’d never thought he’d ever feel. Infatuation? Desire? Fondness? Whatever it was, he liked it, and he wanted more. He wanted to continue talking with you. Even after you had left, all he could think of was you, your hair, your clothing, your face, your smile. Oh god that smile, it made him so warm and fuzzy just to think about. He’d made up his mind, as soon as he’s done with his packing, he’s gonna visit you!

That was months ago, over those past months you and Barold had grown closer and had drifted apart. Well more or less. You see, at first. You and Barolds friendship was pretty healthy, you were hanging out a lot and you seemed to have a positive effect on his life. After so many years of abuse, his self confidence was extremely low. Anytime he’d feel self conscious, you’d be there to reassure him. And for a while, it seemed to have a really good effect on him. But after a while, he’d started getting more clingier, more possessive, more codependent, and much MUCH more aggressive. Now of course, he wasn’t ever aggressive towards you, never too you. He’d sworn to himself to never hurt you like other people had hurt him. But whenever he’d seen you interacting with other villagers he could feel his blood start to boil. Why did you do that?! Did you hate him?! He’d feel absolutely livid as he would storm over to whoever you were interacting with. At first it wasn’t that big of a deal, but when he started getting physical, that’s when you had to go to Isabelle.

And even when you knew this was for the better...You still felt bad doing it. You knew why Barold was doing this, he’s had so little positive feedback in his life. But you still had to tell yourself that his actions aren’t justified because of it. You still really cared about him, but you also cared about your other villages as well. And you couldn’t look the other way if Barold was trying to hurt your friends. You went straight to Isabelle that day, telling her all about what he’d done, including all of his obsessive behaviors. Isabelle was...shocked, to say the least when you takes your her. You could even see Tom looking over to you in pity as you detailed any of the things that had made you uncomfortable. Isabelle made sure to go talk to Barold. But the outcome was...way worse than if you’d have just kept your mouth shut.

Barold had tried to keep his composure as Isabelle had her stern talk with him. Only at the end when she had said “if you don’t fix this behavior, we’ll have to consider evicting you”. Once she had said that, he let out a small yelp as he tried to hide it with a smile. Putting on a fake persona, he told her he’d change his behavior and for her to have a good day. But once she had left, Barold went off. He started punching his walls, throwing furniture around and screaming to himself as he cried out. WHY WOULD YOU TALK TO ISABELLE?! YOU WERE GONNA GET RID OF HIM WEREN’T YOU!?

He wasted no time as he stormed outside. Once he found you at the town plaza, talking to Al, he felt his temper go up more than ever. With a furious roar he tackled Al to the ground and stared scratching his face repeatedly, although because of the size difference Al was able to easily punch him off. You immediately grabbed a hold of the savage bear you once called a friend as he started trashing around in your grip. Barold, blind with rage accidentally scratched you in the face whilst trying to get out of your arms. Although once he realized what he had done he gasped and could feel his world collapse. You relised him from your grip and fell to the ground, your face stung like hell and by now, almost all of your villagers had come over to see what the fuzz was about.

You could see the cub place his paws over his mouth as you heard the sound of soft pats approach you. You felt a pair of small arms wrap around you, as you looked over to your left you saw a certain purple frog giving you a comforting hug, it was Diva. Soon enough more villagers rushed to you and tried to make sure you were okay. But as Barold tried this, he could feel a firm hand place itself on his shoulder, it was Al, who was currently glaring daggers into Barold.

Suddenly, the sound of a door bursting open could be heard through the entire island. Isabelle and Tom were standing before the horrid sight, the yellow dog rushing towards you to help you up and the tanooki marching to the grey cub. After many questions about what had happened, witch everyone except Barold could answer. You could see Toms eyes full with rage and disappointment. Soon he’d started yelling at him about how this was his last chance. Barold had done stuff similar to this but never had it gotten to this degree.

“That’s it! You blew it! I’m sorry Barold but you are a danger to this island and everyone on it! We have given you plenary of chances but now you’ve clearly shown us that you can’t live here. I want you gone in two days!” Nook yelled as he could feel the bear growing smaller and smaller under his rage full gaze. Isabelle had helped you off the ground and were escorting you to get you bandaged up. Sooner or later, everyone started going their separate ways. All but one.

Barold had fallen to his knees, biting his face in his paws. No...no no no NO! He didn’t want to move! He couldn’t move! He never meant for this to happen! During these past months he’d feel more genuine happiness than ever before! He couldn’t lose that! He couldn’t lose YOU! YOU WERE GONNA BE WITH HIM! WEATHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, you were quietly sitting by the beach. Stroking your fingers gently against the sand, drawing small figures. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, even if this wasn’t your fault you still felt like you could have done more to have prevented this. But ultimately, you knew this was for the better. Sadly for you, you were to absorbed in your own thoughts to hear the soft footsteps approaching you.

Out of nowhere, you could feel a rag being pressed against your mouth and nose, panicked you stared hyperventilating but that caused you to immediately faint. But fear not, you were gently caught by none other than the bear you found, wandering around a beach all those months ago. If he had come up with a dastardly plan to get away with you in his grasp. He made sure to note to apologies to you later, but that didn’t matter right now. As he carried you home, trying to avoid anyone who might still be up, he could t help but feel guilty. He was kidnapping you for Petes sake! But he tried to convince himself that the others didn’t deserve to have you.

The next day Barold could be seem moving all of his bags and boxes towards the airport, he didn’t bother to say goodbye to anyone, just dragging a big suitcase behind him, the bag was bigger than he was. But hey, who knows.

Maybe he just had a lot of baggage?

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doodle-zombie · 3 years

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Lamia Bonding #14: Beach Day

Warning: If you're at all squicked by self-hate due to body perception, please keep that in mind before you read this.

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Packing the boys up and taking them to the beach was... an idea that Valerie sort of regretted. The weather had gotten a lot nicer in the last few days and she loved swimming and the beach was one of those things that everyone could enjoy. She refused to take any of her boys to a crowded pool, not willing to see what chlorine would do to Sangria's beautiful scales. If it was anything close to what happened to her skin... yeah, she wasn't risking it.

It was fortunate that she had taken possible beach days into account when getting clothes for her boys and she had several sleeveless tops that would keep them decent enough not to attract weirdos. The unfortunate part was...

Swimsuits.

Valerie hadn't worn a legitimate swimsuit since the one time she'd wore a bikini, back when she was 12, and the experience had been so unpleasant it still made her feel sick. Since then she had strictly worn shorts and a tank top whenever she was swimming around other people and she tended to have massive freakouts the day before. When it came to what she looked like with less covering her Valerie was often shoved into a deep pit of sadness. None of her boys had seen her with less than a long sleeve shirt and pants on, feet completely covered as well.

Sadly, she couldn't hide behind so much coverage when it got hot enough to make her sweat. And with the boys being in her life she couldn't just hide when she wore fewer clothes.

All of the boys had slept with her, even Sangria had somehow got tired enough to actually sleep, and she woke up so hot that she'd wanted to melt. And of course, she had worn her usual fuzzy pajama pants and long sleeve shirt to sleep so she was an absolute furnace that the boys loved cuddling with. A miserable furnace. She was sure that a tail had even slipped into the leg of her pants sometime in the night.

The increase in temperature was not a very welcome change for Valerie but she peeled herself out of bed and went to check the weather report. It would be warm enough that people would be congregating at the beach, since the weather had been fluctuating so much lately, and she could admit to being somewhat excited to get to the water herself. Sure, she generally had to shave before she went or she would never be able to convince herself to leave the house but it would be worth it. Her boys would love to sunbathe in hot sand, she was sure of it!

Unfortunately, Valerie was ruthlessly reminded that none of them had seen her uncovered before. As soon as she took off her shirt and laid eyes on the old scars... she felt immediately disgusted. It was just a flash and then it was shoved aside for indifference instead but she still stared at the scars on her left arm for much too long. They didn't stop there, either. Littering any easily covered area from her chest down to her upper thighs. She had allowed herself to forget they were even there.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She wasn't ashamed of the scars, per se, but they generally got her a lot of negative attention. Add on to that, Valerie was incredibly pale and the number of comments that got her was something else entirely. When she had hair to cover the scars she could forget they were there but she feared the fight it would cause if she didn't go smooth more than people seeing her scars. Better for people to assume she'd survived an attack of some sort than to think she was a radical feminist hell-bent on taking down the patriarchy.

Marmalade was drawn in by her negativity just as she was finally putting clothes on, shorts, and a tank top as she usually wore when the weather was warm. Not only would it be the first time he saw her scars but it would be his first glimpse of the tattoos as well. The green eyes of the wolf on her left side were what greeted him while she carefully put her hair up into a ponytail. Valerie tried to summon a believable smile for her Chain but she could tell if fell flat by his open skepticism. Of all her boys, he knew her the best.

"We're going to the beach," she announced, hands on her hips to avoid rubbing at her arms. "Can you make sure everyone gets ready while I prepare the snacks?"

"'k."

Well, that was the least amount of fuss she had ever gotten about anything. Marmalade wasn't big on fussing with her but he was usually capable of a bit of funny, fake tantrum-throwing to make her smile. She was still anticipating a tantrum but likely from Currant because the chances of someone making a comment on her boys were high. People wouldn't understand how she kept a Coral and a Mamba together, or why she had them in such large sizes when the bitty versions were "sooo much better don't you know?"

Ugh, she was already disgusted.

Nothing that she came up with prepared her for what actually happened.

Arriving at the beach was the easy part, her van fit all the boys with moderate comfort and they could assist her when it came down to moving things around. Lapis was already napping, sprawled across her shoulders and snoring away. Currant wouldn't help, still incredibly wary and insistent on clinging to her side. Marmalade and Sangria were already off, the Mamba declaring he would find the perfect spot for them to bask and his clutch brother rolling the small lights in his sockets. Other people gave Sangria a wide berth, unwilling to be on the receiving end of his venomous ire by accidentally touching him when they weren't allowed to.

Valerie followed with a little laugh, holding Currant's hand so she could still walk but they wouldn't get separated. His reaction to the sand was a little shiver of bliss, the grains perfectly warm against the dense magical scales of his tail. She was surprised to find that, though her boys weren't the only lamia around, she had the only full-size lamia on the whole beach. There were a few people who had the distinct forms of Chain lamia, one or two had Corny lamia bitties, but nobody had a Mamba or Coral. In fact, the most common type she saw was the Papython and she even saw more Kings!

The only lamia types she didn't see at all were Mamba, Coral, Pygmy, and Honey Bo. And that made her really sad, a Pygmy would love to be taken to the beach! She had almost assumed there were no Kraits but a squint towards the water revealed their characteristic pattern bobbing amongst the waves. Valerie even saw some bitty types she'd never seen before, including a few skeletons with wings flittering about and though they were adorable she worried they'd be picked off by predatory birds and the seagulls!

She spent so long admiring the other bitty around her that Valerie had effectively been ignoring the comments being passed around about her. It wasn't anything new and having her focus on it once again meant that Val just clenched her teeth behind her smile and kept walking.

"...legs are so pale!"

"...see all those scars? What a freak."

"Does she think she's cute?"

Her hand tightened around Currant's phalanges, drawing his crimson eye lights up to her face. Val was trying her hardest not to think about how much she once firmly believed what these people were saying about her. She wasn't some skinny girl who could pull off a swimsuit and feel confident that everyone thought she was cute. Ah, she remembered why she never got a roommate and why she preferred to live so far from other people.

Why her only friends were monsters she adopted to care for.

"HOW DARE YOU SSSSSAY SSSSUCH LIESSSS ABOUT MY HUMAN!"

The booming, enraged voice of Sangria sharply cut through her mental anguish. While she was stuck in her own head they had managed to reach Sangria and Marmalade, both of which were incredibly irritated by the comments they'd heard directed at her. Sangria was puffed up angrily, so far off the ground and emitting a deep hiss that he looked much larger than she knew he was. Marmalade's tail was buzzing, something Valerie had never seen him do before, and the menacing glare on his face showed he would tolerate no disrespect towards his bonded. People that had been close seemed much more interested in putting distance between themselves and her boys.

Currant quickly joined in on their posturing, less withdrawn once he was around the others, and added in a lot of very.... colorful insults. Even Lapis, her lazy boy, was tensed around her neck and glaring darkly from beneath one of her plugs.

"Well," she drawled, amused at how quickly their section of the beach had been vacated. "That's one way to guarantee we have enough space to bask."

"not funny," Currant and Marmalade hissed together, twin stares daring her to pretend she was OK.

Ever the large personality, Sangria wasted no time in taking her mind off the insults to her person.

"Put your human sun lotion on," he commanded, hands upon his hips. She had to squint to look at his tail, which was just beautiful under the sun. "The last thing we need is you getting burned."

"I love you guys," she breathed, absolutely delighted by the colorful range of blushing skulls.

#zombie writes #sangria #marmalade #lapis #currant #self insert #tw: body negativity

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nice-kill-tanaka · 3 years

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Hi! I read all your x readers and love them! I especially loved the Bakugou x Rough and Tough Crush, I was wondering if you do a part 2 of that one? Where the squad are trying to get the two together.

Of course Nony! Glad you liked my self indulgent work 🥰

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🌄Bakugo + Rough And Tough Crush: Part 2🌌

Looking for the whole set? Take Part 1 right here!

Summary: The Bakusquad gets a little sick of watching you and Bakugo pine after each other in your own...special ways. So, it was decided to devise a plan to get you two crazy kids together!!

A/N: Me, internally: First request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up-

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💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

Let’s start by looking at your end of the pining stick

When Bakugo started treating you differently (like an equal/rival rather than a hurdle to trample on) your own perspective started to shift

You now knew what it was like to be on Boom Boom Boy’s good side. And if you were being honest? It was fun as hell 🔥🔥

Nothing got under your skin very easily, so you took Bakugo’s aggressive taunts and jeers as petty opportunities to take him up on his challenges

What’s better than a free chance to get stronger??? (Mentally, emotionally, and physically)

It wasn’t very long before you began to find Bakugo’s unwavering passion and drive attractive rather than amusing. You wanted to see more of it, to draw it out, to match it

That wild and determined smirk he used past bared teeth when you bested him would really make you feel some type of way 😳

But Y/N is currently a single-brain-celled bastard in this household

My dude, you don’t even misinterpret your feelings. You're just incapable of giving them a label 😭

You just know that you have warm and fuzzy sensations in your stomach whenever Bakugo is being uniquely himself, which you mistook for indigestion on multiple occasions

Y’all are so freaking dumb it actually hurts 😭😭😭

((^^The Bakusquad’s general consensus on you and Bakugo’s mutual pining))

Which brings us to how the Bakusquad decided to go about bringing you hotheaded lovers together

Kirishima casually suggested that they let you two get together on your own, but was out-voted in favor of putting an end to the infinite frustration that came with watching two people crushing on each other and not doing anything about it

Mina and Jiro thought of the first plan:

They’d have a movie night for everyone in the friend group and Mina would conveniently choose a ✨romance✨ movie. The rest on the squad would think of lame excuses to leave in the middle of the film, leaving only you and Bakugo alone (hopefully on the same couch). If things went well, you two would be together by the end of the movie

Their reasoning was that if the concept of romance was introduced at the right time, you’d both feel more inclined to confess your own feelings

It seemed feasible enough, so the plan was set into motion

As expected, the moment Mina pulled out the Blue-Ray box, Bakugo started to grumble about how corny the film was gonna be

But, Jiro caught a glimpse of you leaning over and muttering something to Bakugo, out of earshot of everyone else

Immediately, Bakugo began to loosen his shoulders, still not happy about the genre, but more complacent. He slouched into the couch and endured it like an adult

During the movie, especially the more romantic moments, the squad constantly stole glances towards you and Bakugo. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to look at

Bakugo, in the same position as the beginning, didn’t seem bored, but like he’d rather be doing anything else at the moment. His eyes were glued to the screen in a judgmental stare, but that he dared not say anything to ruin a certain person’s experience

You, however, looked like you were enjoying the movie! However muted your position might have looked. Though you weren’t enjoying it cause it was good. Oh no, you looked like you wanted to ✨a s c e n d✨ into orbit with laughter every ten seconds

For the sake of letting the rest of the Bakusquad enjoy the romance aspect, you limited your actions to biting your fist whenever something hopelessly cringy happened

Any longer than the halfway point, and you would’ve broken down in a fit of hysterical laughter, roasts, and jeers at the screen

Soon enough, the rest of the group made their excuses to leave the room momentarily, disappointed with their results

But, when they came back, something beautiful had occurred

“Why the hell is she running back to the apartment?? HE CHEATED ON YOU?? KILL ‘IM??”

“SKSKSKS- Okay, but wtf is her FACE?! Is that supposed to be distress?? Freakin’ ahegao faceass.”

Bakugo was deadpan roasting the movie with an amused smirk. While you were coming after it with the gusto of Monoma coming after 1-A, snorting with every comment Bakugo made

Neither of you had even noticed everyone else come into the room

(Apparently, you had told Bakugo earlier that you two can shit on the movie all you wanted once you were alone)

Alright...not exactly the plan. But, possibly a step in the right direction

Sero and Kaminari thought of the next “plan”

I only put quotations, because it’s hardly thought out enough to call it one

It was literally just locking you and Bakugo in a closet 🤡🤡

Don’t worry Sero and Kaminari, I’ll play Taps at your funerals 🎺🎺🎺

You and Bakugo didn’t even have a genuine conversation in the closet...You were too busy yelling various profanities at your friends

“Dude, it’s really FUCKING HOT in here. Let us out while I’m still feeling nice!!”

“I’ll murder you bastards when we get out of here!!! You better start running now.”

Btw, you both ended up making it out of there on your own

You managed to deck the doorknob hard enough to break it off, giving Bakugo enough leeway to blow the door off its hinges

Bakugo took care of Kaminari, while you caught and hogtied Sero with his own tape

You gave each other congratulatory fist bumps afterwards 😚

Despite the rest of the Bakusquad miserably failing in their schemes, their setups did help develop you and Bakugo’s relationship. Just not as fast as they hoped

You had become a pair that could laugh and fight together. Being each other’s advocate became a source of pride for you both

You were all set to become a romantic couple

But, what actually brings you together??

Well, it went something like this:

I’m not too sure of the exact details, but I know that you and Bakugo were having an extra intense training session

Things were starting to get a bit sloppy, as your bodies were getting tired, but your morale was just as strong as ever

It could’ve just been a freak accident, or something neither of you saw coming

But, the point is: Either of you could’ve gotten really hurt, had you not been the tough cookies you are

In your perspective, you were oblivious to the danger that you had been in. And if you did know, you didn’t particularly care. You only saw that the person you cared about most in U.A. could’ve gotten hurt

The idea of that happening, and it being your fault (or, not being able to do anything about it) really rubbed you the wrong way. You were mostly angry at yourself

But, you took it out on Bakugo

Because you were the first aggressor, Bakugo responded with what he knew best: Aggression

Yes, he was absolutely mad at himself for putting you in danger. But, what made the feeling worse, was that you refused to acknowledge that you could’ve been injured as well

Your blatant lack of self-preservation pissed him off. Why couldn’t you care about yourself the way he cared about you?!

On the outside looking in, the fighting was far too intense for any peer of yours to try and break it up

Yelling, cursing, but neither of you put your hands on each other (Like you usually did when you play fought)

Strangely enough, I think that’s how you could tell the situation was serious

Finally, your emotions had reached their climax. All caution had gone to the wind at that point

You weren’t even thinking when you yelled the next thing in Bakugo’s face

“DO YOU THINK I’D FUCKING YELL AT YOU IF YOU DIDN’T MEAN THE GODDAMN WORLD TO ME?!”

“WELL FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE ANY LESS IMPORTANT TO ME THAN I AM TO YOU.”

At that moment, you both turned away to storm off before abruptly stopping in your tracks

“What?!” You said in unison, registering what you both had heard and said

You sighed, frustrated at your own stupidity, unclenching your fists and begrudgingly explaining your true feelings to the seething object of your affections

As you spoke, you were realizing just how whipped you were for Bakugo. And how you didn’t know it until you were given the opportunity to blurt it out with pure emotion

Your words weren’t very poetic (You actually sounded very constipated), but what you said was what you felt in its rawest form

Bakugo could hardly think of what to do next. His crush was reciprocated and they confessed first??? Wtf???

His silence made you uncomfortable, and you didn’t feel like blowing up again. You huffed, shoved your hands in your pockets, and turned to stalk away, unsure of what to do next

Before you could completely turn on your heel though, you felt yourself being roughly shoved against a nearby wall

You weren’t even given time to react, because as soon as your back made contact with the wall, a warm, caramel-scented sensation met your lips

The kiss you had just registered didn’t even last two seconds, but the lingering feeling stuck with you as your brain effectively shorted out

“Yo, wh-what was that??”

Bakugo was impossibly red, one hand still on your shoulder, keeping you in place. Even though he refused to make eye contact with you, it was clear that what he had just done was completely intentional

He scoffed, voice barely above a grumble, “Damn dumbass...you didn’t even give me a chance to respond...”

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one set of headcanons for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

#caravan commodities #special bindles #anon.traveler #anon.request #bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #did i do good???#let me know!!

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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A Star-Filled Scavenger Hunt

Summary: Violet goes to the diner and finds a note that starts a scavenger hunt.

Word Count: 2193

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Violet could feel the coldness tickling her skin as she entered the diner. Her body inadvertently shook a bit as she stuffed her hands into the cream-colored jacket she was wearing. Leaning over to flick on a light, Violet felt her eyes readjust to the newfound brightness that filled up the empty restaurant. The blonde rummaged around in her back pocket and pulled out her phone. The lock screen picture of her and Louis appeared. Louis was wrapping his arm around Violet’s shoulder in the shot, a huge grin plastered on his face while she looked over at him with a somewhat annoyed expression even though a small smile was on her face. Somehow Louis could always figure out Violet’s passcode and each time he’d proceed to change the lockscreen to a picture of them.

Violet unlocked her phone and opened up the text message from Prisha. She had read it right. Her girlfriend had asked her to come to Ericson’s Diner but it made no sense. Louis had closed the restaurant for Christmas Eve and the following day. Yet Prisha wanted to meet here, saying it was important. Luckily Violet had been with Sophie. The pair had been driving around picking up more candy canes since Sophie and Minnie had ended up eating them all early. It was a pleasant, relaxing drive with the two of them. Sophie always gave Violet the right space she needed when it came to conversations and she had even offered to buy her some chicken nuggets as a thanks for coming along. Violet of course had agreed to the offer and after that when the sky was growing darker she had received the text from Prisha.

Violet tapped her feet on the mat to get any residual snow off her shoes before strolling further in. She was sure Prisha was on her way; she didn’t mind waiting for a few minutes. That's when her foot kicked something on the ground, making a faint sound. Glancing down, Violet furrowed her eyebrow when she noticed a small dark blue greeting card on the floor. She leaned over and picked it up, noticing the multitude of stars that dusted the card. In the center of it was something written in Prisha’s cursive handwriting. Thus starts the scavenger hunt this Christmas Eve. Should you find all the clues, a gift you shall receive.

Prisha had put together a scavenger hunt? Violet glanced at the card again and noticed an arrow on the bottom right hand corner. Turning the card over, she saw that the first riddle was on the back. The blood red treat that brought you near and made me fill your heart with fear. Violet’s nose scrunched as she looked at the clue. She was never the best with riddles. Violet sat down in one of the chairs and tried to think of what it could be. A blood red treat…. Violet’s mind was drawing a blank. The only treat she could think of was chicken nuggets and those were anything but red.

The blonde paused when it dawned on her - she usually had ketchup with her whenever she devoured chicken nuggets. Violet glanced down at the next part, “that brought you near….. made me fill your heart with fear.” She tapped her finger against the table when it came to her. The bar. Violet ran over and got behind the bar. She knelt down and opened up the cabinet, pushing aside some booze to reveal the second hint card. A small smile appeared on Violet’s face. To think that Prisha would use the first time they met as a riddle. It was clever.

Crawling out of the cabinet, Violet looked at her next clue. Gum may be hidden beneath this place. ‘Twas also where we ended up face to face. The gum line was easy. Violet knew Prisha was talking about the tables. No matter how many times she or any of the waitresses had told the customers, it didn’t stop them from sticking their used gum under the tables. But when had the tables ever led to cuddling?

Violet leaned against the bar’s counter and glanced at the tables. It would take her way too long to look under all the tables. Well, that wasn't necessarily true, but still it was something that Violet would want to avoid. Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor, her pale green eyes wandering across it when an idea formed in her mind. A while back a storm had hit the diner and it had forced them to stay inside. They needed to stay through the night and she and Prisha ended up snuggling together, falling asleep in each other’s arms. The memory made a smile appear on the blonde’s face as a warm, fuzzy feeling fluttered around in her heart. Kicking off the bar counter, Violet wandered around, her mind trying to remember where they had been cuddling. When she had reached what she guessed was the spot she knelt down and looked under the table.

“Way to go me,” Violet whispered to herself as she snatched up the next dark blue clue card. Taking a seat, she began to read the card. Facts and figures here you’ll find and the third clue should you focus your mind. Violet placed the card down and stared at it. Facts and figures… Violet’s gaze wandered over to the hallways which led to the different staff rooms. One of which Aasim would use to crunch numbers. That had to be what Prisha meant. With a harsh push Violet rose to her feet and casually strolled over to the office.

Using her set of keys, she pushed open the door and found the next card standing proudly on the pile of papers that covered Aasim’s desk. Violet picked up the card, a small rush of excitement coursing through her veins at the prospect of another clue. This scavenger hunt was turning out to be fun. The riddle read: Next a place that sets dishes aflame. To my heart I say you did the same. The last part of the riddle made Violet’s heart do a little flip. It only took a second for her to guess the location for this one. It had to be the kitchen, although she wasn’t sure how happy Omar would be if he knew that Prisha had called the kitchen a place where they set dishes aflame. Oh well, the next riddle awaited.

Violet exited the office and went down the corridor until she got to a set of doors. Pushing them open, she slipped into the kitchen but she didn’t see the card right away. Maybe she had gotten it wrong. Violet shook her head slightly. No, she had to be right. She just needed to search for a bit. The blonde wandered around the kitchen, looking for the next card her girlfriend had hid. After a few minutes of looking, Violet had found the fourth card that was tucked away beside one of the grills. Snatching up the card with a smile, Violet flipped it to see the next clue. This is the last step of your many tasks. Where might a girl sneak a nap you ask?

Sneak a nap? Where even was there in the diner where that could be done? Violet’s eyes grew large when it hit her. She remembered telling Prisha about the time she had snuck in a nap when Mitch and Prisha had been pranking Louis about that comment he’d made to Clementine about cherries. Not wasting a second, Violet scampered off to the last place of the scavenger hunt. When she had successfully unlocked the door she moved into the room to see the last card on the table.

“Victory Violet,” Violet smiled proudly as she picked up the last card that read: Congrats on completing the Christmas Eve scavenger hunt. Send me a text and I’ll be over to give you the gift. Violet’s hand wandered to her phone and with a few quick taps she sent the message. The blonde sat down on one of the chairs, excited for whatever gift Prisha was bringing.

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Prisha lay on her couch, a nervous expression plaguing her face as she stared up at the ceiling. It had been a while since Violet had presumably shown up to the diner. Which meant she should be nearing the end of the scavenger hunt. The creaking of one of the floorboards drew Prisha’s attention to her chubby, longhair grey cat.

“What do you think, Sir Tubbs - Did I make the riddles too tough?”

The cat glanced over at his owner for a second then walked over towards her. Silently Sir Tubbs hopped up and got on top of Prisha before plopping over and covering her face. A sound akin of a rusty old motor emitted from the cat, showing that he was purring.

“You never answered my question,” Prisha’s muffled voice appeared below the cat. She let out a tired sigh and allowed the cat to remain on her face for a minute until a small dinging sound made her jolt up. Sir Tubbs let out a surprised smokey meow, landing directly in Prisha’s lap. With a flick of his tail he sprung off the couch and began to search for a new place for his nap. Prisha reached for her phone, an excited smile appearing on her face when she saw it was from Violet. The text made it clear - she had finished the scavenger hunt. Jumping up from her spot, Prisha ran around to find the gifts and put on her coat before locking the door to their apartment and heading towards Ericson’s Diner.

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Violet casually kicked her feet under the table. It had been awhile since she sent that text. Hopefully Prisha hadn’t fallen asleep or something. If she had, Violet would have to call one of her friends to pick her up since she had no ride home. Violet was about to seriously consider that option when the sound of the front door opening and the strong winter wind made her stand up. Gentle footsteps grew louder with each passing second until Prisha opened the door to the break room, the smile on her face growing when she saw her girlfriend.

“I see you completed the scavenger hunt,” Prisha walked forward and placed a gentle kiss on Violet’s cheek. The coldness of her lips made a shiver run down Violet’s spine.

“Yeah, I’m not the best with riddles but I was able to figure them out,” Violet reached forward and took Prisha’s hand in hers. “So,” Violet swayed their joined hands back and forth. “What’s the gift?”

Prisha gave a soft smile. “Right, the gift. I’m going to need you to close your eyes for a minute.”

Violet raised an eyebrow but immediately did what Prisha asked and closed her eyes. Prisha waved a hand in front of her girlfriend’s face to make sure her eyes were closed before opening the door and grabbing the backpack she had placed there. Taking out a star projector, Prisha put the power cord into the outlet and set it gently on the floor. Flicking off the lights, she clicked on the projection which filled the room with stars. The base of the projectors slowly rotated, making the stars dance around the walls. Prisha smiled and moved to grab the other gift, hiding it behind her back.

“Okay, you may open your eyes.”

Violet’s eyes fluttered open, widening when she saw the room filled with stars. “Holy shit,” Violet slowly turned around in a circle, admiring the stars.

“That’s only the first of the gifts,” Prisha’s voice made Violet look towards her and notice that she was hiding something behind her back. “There is one more.” Slowly Prisha moved her hands forward and revealed the last gift. There in her hands was a small dark blue hand-sewn teddy bear. Its fur was covered with small stars here and there and on the center of its stomach it had the constellation of Orion. Violet stared at the gift in awe, her hands carefully picking it up.

“I hope it’s alright. I’m not the most adept at sewing but I wanted to make you a handmade gift to go along with the star projector,” Prisha motioned over to the rotating device.

“Alright?” Violet looked up at her girlfriend with a warm smile. “Prisha, I… It’s perfect. Thank you.” Violet wrapped her arms around the star bear and held it close to her chest. Prisha’s smile grew at those words and in a single motion she captured Violet’s lips in a soft, loving kiss. Violet leaned into the kiss, deepening it before the pair pulled apart. The two looked at each other with a loving smile.

“Merry Christmas, Violet.”

“Merry Christmas, Prisha.” Violet moved forward and wrapped her girlfriend in a warm hug, nuzzling her face against Prisha’s collarbone. Prisha returned the hug and gently placed her head on top of Violet’s. The two stayed in that moment, happy for each other, the winter holiday and all the joy that it had brought along with it.

#twdg #twdg violet #twdg prisha #twdg privet #twdg sir tubbs #twdg christmas #fanfic #ericson's diner au #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge

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