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mydearlybeloathed · 5 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: even as you grow older, you'll always be his baby sister
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: strawhats x sanjissister!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lowercase intentional, cursing, allusions to insecurities
𝐚/𝐧: this is basically just sanji curing my childhood wish for a big brother. i have more ideas about how sanji would be at his wits end with a reckless little sister so look out for those hehe
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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i imagine sanji is two years older than you, but it never felt like it. you and him were never apart for too long, more by obligation than choice.
so it was no surprise when sanji dragged confused little you with him as he hid from the pirates invading the ship, only outing your hiding place in the name of saving his food from oregano.
you'd hurried after him, of course; that's all you knew to do at such a young age.
and when zeff had sanji up against the wall, being so young meant you also knew only one thing to do in this situation: you bit zeff, latching your teeth around his arm and drawing blood from his broken skin.
zeff howled and very nearly threw you into the wall as well, before his eyes zeroed in on you, this little girl with wild eyes and a mighty strong jaw. he only jerked you off him, then, staring from you to sanji then back to you. "wha—? what kind of little gremlin just bites a man?!" your eyes were steely. "I'm not a gremlin." then, "bitch." though it was clear you didn't understand what it meant, probably catching it from the other chefs of the now sieged ship. gritting his teeth, zeff continued on his shouting. it made you and sanji angry, and zeff marveled at how your expressions were twin–like, despite your difference in appearance. then, the ship had wrecked, and it all went downhill from there.
sanji always made sure you’d eaten more than him on that damn rock, even when you fought him and scratched him as he forced a morsel of bread into your mouth.
he'd held your hand as you cried the first ten days, and he had mourned when on the eleventh, your eyes took on a dead sort of sheen, like you were now a decade older in the head.
it was unnerving, really.
sanji learned a lot on that rock. like what it meant to be the responsible one, or at least more responsible than you.
sanji just wanted you to listen, but it seemed like all his words went in one ear and out the other. you wouldn't eat despite all his begging, only staring at him with that horridly blank stare and pushing the food back toward him. tears started to form at the corners of his eyes as he held up the very last piece of bread. "please," he begged. "please just eat it." you shook you head, forcing the tears to stream down his cheeks. that broke through your indifference, your frown deepening as you inched closer to him. "we'll half it," you offered, taking his shaking hand and guiding him to split the bread, taking one half and waiting for him to calm down before you ate in silence. you really did feel older than him, and he didn't like it. only when that night fell did he realize you were simply a very, very good actor. your whimpers were like thunder in his ears as he sprang up from a featherlight sleep, his eyes locking on your quivering form just a hair's breadth away. "y/n?" he whispered, shaking your shoulder. you spooked awake, and in the reflection of moonlight he saw glinting tears traced down your face. "nightmare?" your nod and sniffle tore him up inside, and in seconds he was hugging you to his chest, telling you stories till he was sure you were at least sleeping better than him. "someday," he said, "we'll find a place where we'll never go hungry. where every flavor and ingredient can be found. the all blue. i'll take us there, and we'll never starve again." you were asleep by the time he started plotting to raid zeff's side of the rock in the morning. it had been sanji who guarded you from seeing the stump left of zeff's leg, ignoring you when you asked him to explain what was happening.
growing up on the baratie was an experience, for sure.
your only company were the crooks who worked in the kitchen alongside you and sanji, and you found them amusing company indeed.
especially when they started teaching you how to be a remarkable little con-artist. once in your late teens, it wasn't long before you'd abandoned your work in the kitchen to wait tables.
not only were the tips amazing to pocket away, but your charming smile and whimsical attitude made you a master of sympathy.
there isn't a customer you can't placate, a fight you can't break up; sanji would never admit it, but you'd save him from one too many brawls with just a single simper.
it was easy to hold that over his head, but for some reason, sanji never let it keep him from completely wrecking your social life.
to say sanji is protective of you is the understatement of the century; you'd be the first to attest to that.
it was growing to be annoying and just plain inconvenient, if you're being honest.
was it too much to ask for some time to yourself... with the company of a horny teenage boy... in your quarters... alone?
"sanji!" you hissed, face bright red as your brother dragged you and this young sailor boy--you hadn't caught his name--out of a broom cupboard, his grip on the boy's collar deathly. throwing the boy aside, sanji stormed back up to him. "did you touch my sister? you think you can just take advantage of her like tha'?" you ran your hands over your face and rushed to separate sanji, shaking in anger, from the boy, shaking in his boots. "stop! he wasn't takin' advantage of me, sanji. hell, i started it!" "y-yeah!" the sailor boy piped in, cowering behind you. "she was all over me and—" "shut up," you and sanji said in tandem, shooting the boy matching glares that sent the poor sailor darting for his crew's ship.
as the years dragged on, you and sanji couldn't deny that the idea of remaining on the baratie all your lives would be... well... sad.
you wanted more for yourselves—you specifically wanted to get sanji away from zeff's constant criticism, no matter how well–meaning it was.
but the years really were dragging, and could you ever really bare to leave the man you'd nearly called father on several occasions? could you leave the shit-hole restaurant that raised you in it's wooden arms?
probably not. you'd probably die washing dishes (snore) and burning water (whoops) and charming the pants off grumpy old men (yuck).
that is, it always seemed that way until a grand vessel with a goat for a masthead docked at the baratie.
the day had been it's usual level of boring, until two customers decided to have a little row which heated up with every word shot back at each other.
you, having a good track record, rushed forth to prevent the fight just itching to break out. but today was not your lucky day.
"gentlemen," you grinned. stepping between the two men, you held up your hands and settled each of them with batted eyes and a soft expression. "what's this about, hmm?" sanji loitered at a nearby table, refilling drinks with one eye on you. he was ripely kicked out of the kitchen, snug in his waiter's jacket. one of them huffed, "he's at my table!" "i don't see your name on it!" the other snapped. your patience wanned, your thoughts screaming man-child. "i'm sure we can work something out. just please, don't start anything in the restaurant." the first man seemed to consider you, his eyes dragging up and down your form, but any progress you might have made was destroyed by the next second. "i ain't movin', girl. he can go shit 'imself in the corner." that was how you winded up directly between them, your hands pushing against either chest to keep them separated, your heartrate accelerating as they pressed in on you as if you weren't even there. grunting, you called out, "brother?" in seconds, sanji had a grip on your sleeve in one hand and a fistful of the first man's collar in the other. he jerked you away from them and swiftly shoved the men away from each other. "sister," he said in turn, cracking his neck as the men continued to not learn their lesson. "take these rolls to table four, yeah?" you didn't need to be told twice, swiping the tray of bread from his arm and beelining for a booth housing a motley crew of people. behind you, grunts and winces and crashing could be heard, followed by the thick silence of your brother's victory. you set the tray down on the table, shooting a tight lipped smile up at the guests. a boy wearing a peculiar straw hat locked you in place with his bright eyes and wondered aloud, "he's a great fighter." "yep," you quipped. "a real hero. any drinks for the handsome crew?"
it turned out the boy with the straw hat was crazy: he intended to become king of the pirates.
you admired his tenacity, of course, but really? he had a death wish.
still, the more you spoke to luffy and the more you observed his character, being king of the pirates didn't seem so crazy. he had guts, that was for sure.
as crazy as it sounded, you started to believe he could do it.
so it was really no surprise you said yes when luffy asked you to join his crew.
he had already asked sanji the day before—before luffy's swordsman friend got obliterated by a warlord of the sea.
you didn't know him, but when you rushed onto the going merry after zeff an sanji, and you saw the bloodied man lying there, you could barely move a muscle.
you were never good around the air of death, and it was all around roronoa zoro, lingering like a knock you expected but never came. so you couldn't move, not even when they moved zoro to a bed, out of sight. not when zeff and sanji retreated back to the baratie.
you snapped back to life at the sound of luffy's voice, finding him leaning down to be directly eye level with you. he was still speaking, and it felt sort of like being under water, till finally, you surfaced. "sorry what?" "are you okay?" he asked, brows knit. you pondered your response while looking anywhere but his face. "yeah, sorry. i... i don't like feeling helpless, i guess." you vaguely gestured to where zoro's limp body had laid upon the nearby table. "being out of control makes me wig out." luffy tilted his head. "why're you out of control?" "because," you nearly laughed. "your friend is dying." immediately, you regretted your word choice, hating how the light fizzled from his eyes. "he's not dying," luffy snapped back. "he was injured and now he's healing. why does everyone insist he's dying?" you shuffled on your feet. "right, sorry." when you met his eyes again, there wasn't any frustration like you assumed there would be. instead, he settled you with a curious look. "you don't have to keep apologizing." luffy was an odd type of pirate, you thought with a forced little grin. "then how will people know i'm sorry?" he smiled. "fair point." taking a hold of your sleeve, luffy started to drag you deeper into the going merry, leading you right to where zoro was laid. his grip on you loosened as he passed into the room, but you stayed cemented in the doorway. nami was there, sullen looking. you watched as nami berated luffy and stormed away, shoulder checking you on the way out, leaving luffy smileless. that didn't sit well with you. walking up beside him, you took a kneel just as he did, and turned your eyes on zoro's pallid face. "hello," you murmured. silence was your reply. "i'm y/n. you don't know me... your friends care a lot about you. it'd be... sad, if you died." luffy stiffened at your side. "which you won't! i've heard of you. no way the demon pirate hunter will let—let a scratch get him..." as your rambling died down, luffy slowly shifted to look at you, all serious for a moment. unnerved, you chuckled nervously. "what?" a tiny grin worked its way onto his lips, a glimmer in his eyes. "will you join my crew?" you nearly laughed. "luffy, you don't want me." "yeah. i do. why else would i ask?" "i'm useless." "you're kind," he said, shutting you up as a flush bloomed in your cheeks. "not everyone can say that."
a long story short, you joined luffy's crew of strawhats right along sanji.
your parting from the baratie had been watery, to say the least. whilst sanji shouted curses at zeff and stormed out to luffy's ship, you stood shaky as zeff huffed, his eyes roaming toward you.
you very nearly tripped head over foot in your sprint to wrap him in a hug. he was the only father you'd ever had, really. leaving him was bittersweet.
the going merry was a very nice place to call home, in your opinion.
you were a jack of all trades amidst the crew, choosing to do odd jobs around the ship. most days, you found yourself asking around with a little list in your journal, taking note of everyone’s grocery needs and even keeping track of the ship’s supply inventory.
not only that, but you found your crewmates tended to lack the sense to take care of themselves in a timely manner. 
that is, none of them could be faster than your attentive eye, and no one was safe from your protective inclinations.
nami was attentive, but she tended to disassociate, and when she did it was very hard to get her back. she would go on for hours, working herself to the brink of exhaustion, not accepting even a sip of water. (she couldn't stop you, however, from forcing a cup of ice water down her throat. even she was intimidated by your determination to hydrate her).
then there was zoro, who absolutely refused to allow anyone to help him dress his wounds; and since he wasn't the best at it, you often stared at his haphazard bandages with fear of infection. he brushed you off enough times to invoke your wrath upon him. (zoro quit refusing after the first three times you ambushed him, wrapping your arm around his neck and blocking his airway).
you always listened to usopp's stories, but oftentimes you grew tired of the repetitive and clearly fake tall tales. you wanted to know his real stories, and you told him so. he'd laughed awkwardly and replied that he wasn't interesting enough for that. (he was fairly surprised at your insistence, and was warmed at your fascination with the silly story of how he met kaya).
luffy, your captain, was a walking migraine most days. he was smart, but just as brave, and jumped to action faster than you could process. it left you stressed beyond what you could handle, and this alone was enough to make luffy more cautious. (he never wanted to make you unhappy, so you'd inadvertently given him some of your common sense).
finally, sanji, who you'd been dealing with all your life. you knew all his tells, whether it was baking macarons when he was upset or going eerily silent for far too long. you always knew what he needed, and when he needed it. (more often than not all he needed was a compliment, and not just from some doe–eyed woman at a bar; a word of sentiment from his baby sister could drag him out of any stupor).
overtime, the crew took to calling you their boatswain. after all, you fit the job description, and you took the title with pride.
as time flew by with the strawhats, you began to listen to the dreams and aspirations of the others, and began to wonder what exactly you wanted out of life. the all blue was sanji’s dream… so what was yours?
the going merry was docked at a friendly port for the next few days, meaning the crew was free to explore and roam the city as they pleased. you, however, remained behind that very first night.
as far as you knew, the others had decided upon a bar for the night’s celebration. The quiet dwelling over the ship was calming, and from your sweat crisscrossed on the afterdeck you had a wide view of the stars. 
your notebook rested on your belly, pen tight between your fingers, thoughts moving a million miles an hour. there hadn’t been time to get shopping done that day, so you would rouse the ship early the next morning and assign them to fetch groceries in pairs of two—just to be safe. 
and though the heavy thinking could wait till the morning, you were stuck in a spiral of inventory and lists. it was… exhausting, and offered little to no fulfillment. still, it was what you did to help. 
A familiar patter of boots broke your reverie, and you peeked up to find sanji coming to loom over you, his hands shoved in his pockets. his suit jacket was draped over one shoulder and his hair was a mess—he wasn’t drunk though, which was a very good sign.
silently, he disposed of his jacket and laid down beside you, resting his hands behind his head. for a split second, you got a glimpse of the damn rock imbeedded in your memory for all time, and how sanji used to make up stories about the stars.
since then, you’d come to know their true stories. you knew every constellation by name, having memorized them upon the baratie and spoken to them every lonely night. the stars had been your friends in your youth, and though your conversations with them were few and far between now, they always shined for you. so as far as you knew, you were never alone.
sanji raised an arm and pointed in a random direction. “bet you can’t name that one.”
a grin worked its way up your face. “how much?”
he turned his head, eyes boring into you. “if you can’t, you tell me what’s on your mind.”
“that’s hardly fair.”
“take it or leave it.”
you huffed, but complied, glaring up at the sky. “cassiopeia. cursed to remain in the stars for claiming her daughter was more beautiful than the nerieds.” you kissed your teeth. “hardly a punishment. i’d love to be in the stars.”
there was a weight behind your words; a truth so deep you had to take a long breath to recover. wetting your lips, you asked your brother, “do you think, someday, i could study them?”
“why someday?”
“well, you need supplies. tools. there’s only so much our eyes can tell from down here.”
“tools,” he murmured. “so, you want to study the stars?”
the words flooded from your lips. “i want to know everything about them. i want to know why they shine, how far they are, what’s beyond them… can we get there?” you sighed into a smile. “there are some cities that have observatories dedicated to astronomy, but you’ve got to be some kind of noble scholar to get in.”
sanji listened, and he listened well. He laid by your side and listened to you tell him about the stars till nami and zoro came lugging a drunk usopp between them, luffy taking the lead. he remained in thought for most of the night, and sought out nami to ask about expenditures, and then set out to find luffy. 
it was safe to say you weren’t quite as upset at sanji and luffy for disappearing all evening when they returned at sunset, some beri short, with a gift in hand.
you stood slack jawed as they revealed a beautiful telescope, the metal polished and bright and shining. how they had managed to sneak it past you and set it up on the afterdeck was beyond you, but you hardly cared to ask.
you threw your arms around your brother, whispering your thank yous, and quickly turned to tackle your captain in a hug just as tight. the night to follow was marked by your awed sighs and the excited way you told the crew about ursa major and ursa minor, then about castor and pollux, and so on till you could barely keep your eyes open.
and sanji would never say it out loud, but he admired you. you turned out pretty damn good despite having him as your big brother. someday, you’d reach the stars. he knew that for certain. he could only hope you’d come visit once or twice.
“g’night,” he muttered to the crew as he stood, making his way over to where you’d drifted off against a barrel. he scooped you up in his arms and was veyr careful to not wake you as he made his way to your and nami’s quarters. 
sanji rested you down and moved to take off your boots and pull the blanket over you, and he found himself frozen all of a sudden. lips pursed, he patted your hair, and turned to go. at the door, he paused and looked back. you slept so soundly for once, something he was so very glad for. he wasn’t blind to how you’d been overworking yourself.
perhaps he would talk to you about that in the morning, but for now, he simply smiled. “good night, sister. love you.”
and whispered back to him, just in time for him to hear: “g’night, sanj. i love you.”
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justabigassnerd · 11 months
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Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x sister!reader
Word count - 3,330
Warnings - inaccurate court scenes, angst, mentions of death, abandonment, fluff
Summary - Maverick ends up fighting his mother for custody of his baby sister after her sudden reappearance
A/N - wow it's been a hot minute hasn't it?? I'm so sorry for the delay I'm fighting for my life out here but I'm almost done with my dissertation which is super exciting! this was an anon request so I hope I did the idea justice and I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
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When Pete Mitchell turned eighteen, his mum gave birth to a little girl who very quickly became his favourite person in the world. Not even half a year had passed before his dad died, leaving the family in ruins.
Not long after Pete sent in his application to the naval academy along with his best friend, his mum took off, leaving his little sister in his care. He was petrified at having to look after a child but because it was you, he took it in his stride. He got official custody of you and raised you with love and affection and Goose was more than happy to help his best friend along the way.
When you turned four, Maverick and Goose were given spots at Top Gun, and so both men packed up their belongings and moved to San Diego. You were left in the care of Carole who graciously took charge of both you and her son while Maverick and Goose were training at Top Gun.
When it reached the last leg of training at Top Gun, families were permitted to fly out to see their loved ones, so Carole packed a bag with her stuff, yours, and Bradley’s and flew on the first plane out to San Diego to see Maverick and Goose. When you disembarked the plane, you spotted your big brother and immediately barrelled towards him, giggling when he scooped you up in his arms and pressed a kiss on your temple.
“Was the flight okay, kiddo?” Maverick asks with a grin as you cuddle close to your brother, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.
“Yeah.” You reply, nodding against his shirt as you speak. It was clear that you were tired from the journey so Maverick exchanged one look with Goose, and both men instantly knew that tomorrow could be the day they go to the beach.
“Alright, y/n/n. Let’s grab something to eat and then we’ll get you settled at my place. I think that sounds like a plan. Do you?” He asks, receiving a nod in response to his question. The group of five make their way to a small diner and get something to eat. Maverick and Goose fill Carole in on what training at Top Gun had been like while you and Bradley were happy to entertain yourself by colouring on the colouring page the waitresses gave you. When you finished your food and Maverick and Goose had split the bill, you all left the diner with you holding your brother’s hand and giggling as he twirled you effortlessly. When Maverick looked up from where you were walking alongside him to check where he was going, he locked eyes with someone he didn’t think he’d ever see again.
“Hey y/n/n, why don’t you hang out with Goose for a minute. I have something I need to do really quick.” Maverick asks, glancing from you to Goose who instantly picked up on his best friend’s tense frame and nervous expression and crouched down to be at your height.
“I think I saw an ice cream place nearby when I was walking around the other day. I think we should get some ice cream, don’t you?” Goose says with a smile. The idea of ice cream has you instantly leaping into Goose’s arms as he scoops you up and sits you on his hip.
“Ice cream!” You cheer, clapping your hands happily.
“I want ice cream too, dad!” Bradley clamours, tugging on his dad’s Hawaiian shirt.
“We’ll get you some ice cream too my sweet boy. Just remember to say please, okay?” Carole says, stroking her son’s hair away from his face before taking his hand in hers to begin the walk to the ice cream shop.
“Bye, Pete!” You wave over Goose’s shoulder to Maverick who waves back, making sure to blow you a quick kiss as well. The moment you were out of his line of sight he turned to face Shannon Mitchell, the woman who abandoned her children.
“Pete, it’s so good to see you.” His mother gushes, instantly reaching out to cup his face but faltering when Maverick takes a step back, keeping the distance between them.
“What do you want?” He questions, grateful his aviators are hiding the daggers he is shooting towards the woman standing in front of him.
“A mother can’t come and see her own kids? Especially when her son got into Top Gun. That’s a big deal, Pete we should be celebrating as a family!” She tries, this time reaching for Maverick’s hand, and he snatches his hand away from her like she’d burn him if she made contact with him before folding his arms across his chest.
“I’ve already celebrated with my family, thanks.” Maverick says, thinking back to the dinner Carole had made to celebrate the pilot and RIO duo gaining a spot in Top Gun and how the five of you had sat around the dinner table eating the delicious meal.
“They’re not a proper family. I’m talking about me, you, and little y/n. Where’d that man take her to? I want to see my little girl.” Shannon argues, making Maverick grit his teeth at her words.
“Goose and Carole have been more than a family to me and y/n than you ever have. So leave us alone.” Maverick spits angrily before turning on his heels and leaving Shannon stunned and silent. As he walked away, Maverick assumed that was the last he’d see of her and that his warning was enough of a deterrent.
However, not even a week later, Maverick opened the door to his quarters as you sat colouring in your colouring book to see a man in a sharp suit on the other side of his door.
“Pete Mitchell? You’ve been served. Your mother wants to regain custody over your sister, y/n Mitchell.” The man said, holding out an envelope towards Maverick who takes it hesitantly, holding the envelope loosely in his hand as the man explains a few more things before bidding Maverick goodbye. Maverick closes the front door and rips the envelope open, eyes skimming the piece of paper in hand before he lets out a sigh.
“Pete?” Your small voice shakes Maverick out of his thoughts as he moves the paper from his eye line to see you standing in front of him with a worried expression as you clutched your soft toy in your hand. Maverick quickly folded the paper up and put it on the counter behind him so you wouldn’t see it.
“What’s that?” You question innocently, pointing at where Maverick had just put the piece of paper.
“It’s just grown-up stuff, squirt. Really boring if you ask me.” Maverick replies as he crouches down to be at your height, plastering a fake smile on his face for your sake. Instead of responding vocally, you wrap your arms around Maverick’s neck and nuzzle close to him as he reciprocates the hug, straightening up to stand at his full height before he carried you back to the sofa so you could have the cuddles you clearly wanted from your big brother.
When it came time for the court date, Maverick had recruited Goose and Carole to help him maintain custody. His lawyer had told him that he was probably in for a tough case because even though Shannon had left you in Maverick’s care, she was still your birth mother and while Maverick technically had custody, Shannon could make a strong sympathy case.
Maverick’s knee was bouncing anxiously as everyone filed into the courtroom for the trial. You were sat with Carole and Goose who reassured you that you’d be able to see Maverick again soon, you just needed to get through the boring stuff first. When the judge began the proceedings, Maverick could only hope and pray that the judge and the jury would see that you were better with him. Goose and Carole took the stand one at a time, both of them saying that Maverick was the best guardian for you. They explained that while they had been a support system for Maverick, he had been doing a great job raising you on his own and you were happy and loved.
Shannon took to the stand and tore Maverick’s whole case apart in mere seconds.
“He travels all the time for work. He could be killed and then there’d be no one to look after my sweet girl.” Shannon says, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as she speaks. At her words, the jury exchange a look and Maverick feels his chances of keeping you slipping away. After listening to all the testimonies and reviewing the evidence, the judge calls a recess so they, along with the jury can come up with a verdict. Maverick looked over his shoulder to see you sat on Goose’s lap, waving at your brother once you made eye contact with him. Maverick waved back at you with a soft smile, hoping that when the judge walked back in, he’d get the verdict he wanted.
When the judge and jury return, Maverick watches them carefully. He watches as they take their seats, and the judge clears his throat before surveying the gathered people.
“After carefully reviewing the details of this case we have come to a conclusion. We have determined that y/n Mitchell would be much better suited to live with her mother Shannon Mitchell. Bailiff, if you could please bring y/n forward.” The judge says, and Maverick feels his world fall apart around him. He looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Goose who was wearing a horrified expression as the bailiff took you away from him. Carole’s eyes had filled to the brim with tears as she watched you get handed over to your mother, who grabbed you by the wrist and gently guided you to follow her as the judge dismissed everyone after stating that Shannon would be permitted to pick up your stuff from Maverick’s the next day.
“I wanna go with Pete.” You whine, tugging against your mother's hold and glancing over at Maverick who could do nothing more than watch with teary eyes as you were dragged away from him as you cried and shouted for your big brother to come and save you from her. The second the doors closed behind you and Shannon, Goose and Carole came rushing over to Maverick, neither one daring to ask if he was okay.
“Hey Mav, let’s head back to ours. You can spend a few nights there.” Goose says softly, wrapping an arm around his best friend’s shoulders and escorting him out to Goose’s Bronco. When Goose got in the driver’s seat, Carole took over taking care of Maverick, sitting in the backseat with him, holding his hand gently and watching him carefully to see if he’d crumble. Maverick remained deadly silent the whole way back to Goose’s quarters, not responding to anything Goose or Carole said to him. When the three arrived at Goose’s quarters, Goose paid the babysitter as he entered the house while Carole guided Maverick into the living room, easing him down on the sofa and making sure he was comfortable.
“I’m going to get you some tea, okay, sweetie?” Carole says gently, before heading into the kitchen to make some tea for Maverick. As she leaves, Goose enters with Bradley hot on his heels.
“Uncle Mav!” Bradley shouts happily, scrambling to sit on Maverick’s lap, dodging Goose trying to stop him from doing so. Bradley settles himself on Maverick’s lap, curling into him as he looks up at his godfather with all the love and adoration in the world.
“Hey, kiddo.” Maverick forces himself to say, trying not to let his voice break.
“Where’s y/n?” Bradley enquires, looking from Maverick to Goose who exchange a nervous look with each other.
“Hey buddy, we’ll see y/n soon. She’s just gone away for a little bit.” Goose lies, kneeling down by the sofa to look Bradley in the eye. He felt awful for lying to his son about how long you’d be gone, but he didn’t want to break Bradley’s heart, not yet. Bradley’s face shifted as he thought about what he could do.
“Could I make her a card?” He asks, making Goose smile softly before he looked up at Maverick.
“I’m sure she’d love that, Bradley.” Maverick said, finding his voice and ruffling Bradley’s hair lightly. Maverick’s words had Bradley instantly scrambling off Maverick’s lap so he could dart off in search of paper and pens so he could make you a card. As Bradley left, Carole re-emerged from the kitchen with a tray with three mugs of hot tea. She places the tray down on the coffee table and hands a mug to Maverick who offers a weak smile in response before taking a sip of the warm drink. Carole and Goose move to sit alongside Maverick as Bradley came barrelling into the room with paper and pens in his arms before he dropped everything on the coffee table, being mindful of the mugs of tea. He asks Carole to fold the paper into a card, waiting patiently for her to do so before he begins to draw on the front cover, humming happily to himself as he doodles. When he’s finished drawing on the front of the card, he turns around to the adults.
“Daddy, can you help me write in the card?” Bradley asks, holding a pen out to Goose who nods lightly before easing himself to sit on the floor alongside Bradley.
“Alright buddy, what do we want to write?” Goose asks, guiding Bradley as he writes in the card, helping him spell certain words and helping him sign his name at the end.
Maverick makes it through the rest of the afternoon without breaking down. He struggled with keeping himself upbeat enough for Bradley’s sake, but he held it together somehow. However, once Bradley was in bed, Maverick broke down. Goose and Carole came downstairs to find Maverick sobbing with his head in his hands. The couple immediately trapped Maverick in a hug, both of them exchanging sad looks with each other as they comfort Maverick.
“I can’t believe I lost her.” Maverick manages to say through his sobs, lifting his head to reveal his bloodshot eyes as he glances at his best friend.
“Maybe if we talk to your mum, she’ll let you visit sometime.” Goose says softly as Carole rubs Maverick’s shoulder comfortingly. Maverick wanted to believe Goose’s words, but he knew that after the battle they had in court would lead his mother to not want Maverick within a hundred-mile radius of you. Goose and Carole continue to comfort Maverick until his tears slow. Carole then excuses herself to grab Maverick some water while Goose picks up the mugs and carries them into the kitchen behind his wife. Carole fills up a glass while Goose places the mugs in the dishwasher. When the two make their way back into the living room, they find Maverick curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Exhaustion had clearly taken hold of him after the day he had. Carole placed the glass down on the coffee table while Goose grabbed a blanket and draped it carefully over Maverick. They then whispered a goodnight to him and made their way upstairs.
“I’m worried about him. This is going to mess with him even when he’s up in the air. He can’t fly while he’s like this.” Goose confesses to Carole as the couple climbs into their bed, wrapping his arms around his wife and tugging her close to his chest.
“I’m worried too. Maybe you could speak to your instructor? I know the trophy is important to you two, but I’d like my boys to make it home safe.” Carole agrees, making Goose’s heart soften for a moment. She’d known Maverick for as long as she knew him and for her to consider both of them ‘her boys’ showed how big her love was for not only him but his best friend as well.
“We need to be his support system. He needs us now more than ever.” Goose says as his hand finds its way into Carole’s hair, running through it absentmindedly.
“We will be. Let’s get some sleep. Mav will need us tomorrow.” Carole says as her eyes slip shut and Goose follows suit, sleep claiming the couple.
The next day, Maverick returns to his quarters, waiting anxiously with Goose and Carole for Shannon’s arrival after he showered and changed before they packed up your belongings. It took a mere twenty minutes for her to arrive after they started packing and they were soon loading your belongings into Shannon’s car.
“Is there any way I could visit sometime?” Maverick asks awkwardly, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as he talks, glancing over at Shannon.
“I don’t think so. You stole my daughter from me and then you gave me hell in that courtroom.” Shannon fires back, making Maverick shrink from her glare and harsh words. Goose watched the exchange from afar, eyebrows furrowing at seeing Maverick shy away from someone.
“Well, then could you at least give her this card? It’s from Goose’s kid, Bradley. I thought y/n would appreciate a letter from her friend.” Maverick then says, extracting the card from his pocket and holding it out towards his mother who rolls her eyes but takes it anyway, barely promising to give it to you.
Maverick watched Shannon drive away with all your belongings in her car with teary eyes as Goose and Carole comforted him once more. He couldn’t believe that she had denied him any form of visitation. He had only lived one day without you since you were born, and it was already the worst day of his life, and he didn’t know how he could keep going without you.
However, a couple of days later, Maverick received a knock on the door to his quarters. He didn’t want to answer the door, Goose would’ve called through to him if it was him but when the knocking refused to cease, Maverick dragged himself off the sofa and tugged the door open.
“Pete!” You hugged your brothers’ legs as he stared at you in shock before looking up at the smartly dressed woman who offered him a kind smile.
“After what happened in the court, the judge and jury felt they made an incorrect choice in their verdict-”
“You’re telling me.” Maverick interjected, leaning down to scoop you up so he could hug you close.
“As I was saying. The judge and jury reconvened the next day to discuss overturning their verdict. They realised that their verdict was made in error and that while Shannon was y/n’s mother, the two had no relationship and she evidently felt much safer with you than she did with her mother.” The woman explains. Maverick was barely paying her any attention; he was too focused on the fact that you were back with him.
“Well, here’s her belongings. We’ll be in contact shortly to get you custody again.” The woman continues, handing Maverick a suitcase.
“Thank you.” Maverick says sincerely to the woman, nodding lightly before he dragged the suitcase inside and closed the door behind him. The second the door closed he hugged you tight, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled, pushing his face away.
“Yucky kisses!” You giggle, wiping at your face as Maverick chuckles lightly.
“I’m just so happy you’re home.” Maverick says, carrying you over to the sofa and flopping onto it, keeping you lying on his chest so he can feel your weight so his brain knew you were home.
“Stay with you?” You ask, innocent eyes looking up at Maverick who nods confidently.
“You’re home kiddo. I’m not going to let anyone take you away from me again.”
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chas3supremacist · 6 months
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big brother, best friend
pairing/s: Robert Chase x Sister!Reader (Platonic, obviously.)
summary: Robert Chase being the best big brother for 1800 words straight despite being through hell himself.
Request - Anonymous asked:
what about older brother/cousin/family friend (basically someone you're close to and grew up with) Robert Chase who hates when people in the hospital try to flirt with the reader. maybe he even gets the rest of house's team + wilson to also prevent them from getting hit on
 cw: overprotective big bro chase!! cat calling, sexual harassment, mentions of child abuse, childhood trauma
word count: 1.8k words
a/n: I love big brother chase!! best big brother on planet earth!! Also, I know that chase canonically has a younger half sister who he took care of, but for the sake of my fic, I'm going to be ignoring that - The reader is chase's full sister! Also, for the first couple paragraphs of this there is little to no dialogue, just backstory! Also I kind of differed from the request so I hope you liked this anon! also this is an absolutely atrocious ending on my part im so sorry
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For as long as you could remember, your older brother had looked after you - Despite him being 5 years older than you. He'd try and settle you the best that he could while your father was away on his work trips, and when your mother was drinking and couldn't deal with the two of you and she would lock you in your fathers office. He knew that your mother hated the two of you from a young age, but it didn't click for you - You loved your mom more than anything ever, even if she didn't feel the same way about you.
When your dad left when you and Chase were ten and fifteen, it left the two of you to look after your alcoholic mother - Chase took the brunt of looking after her, since you were still so young. He had taken on more than any child his age should have ever needed to, he was responsible for both you and your mom. He was responsible for making sure that you got to school and picking you up, responsible for making sure that you were eating, that your homework was done. Well, that was until your father made a brief return, only to tell your brother that he was sending you off to boarding school in England, claiming that Chase should be focusing on more important things rather than looking after you since that should be your mom's job. You spent 3 years at boarding school, on your own in a country you had never been to in your life before your brother decided that he would attend seminary in England.
Despite everything that had happened to you in your relatively short life, Chase had always known you to be happy and cheery even in the darkest situations - However, 3 years at boarding school had clearly had a negative impact on how you viewed your life and yourself. You were excited to see your brother, of course you were, but you were nowhere near as happy as you would have been had your father not torn you away from your entire life and made you start a new one at 10 years old. Chase took you out at the weekends when he could, but found himself having 'a crisis of faith' - Meaning he slept with the groundskeeper of the seminary's wife and was reconsidering his commitment to his faith. Upon leaving the seminary, Chase found himself considering returning to Australia to attend the University of Sydney to continue his study of medicine - He felt terrible for considering not telling you and disappearing. But he soon remembered how you were feeling when he had first seen you, you looked exhausted and as if you hadn't eaten in days; Remembering that, Chase knew that he couldn't leave you.
Since then, you had been living with your brother, moving to New Jersey with him since he had went for a job at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital - Unbeknownst to you, your father had called up Chase's boss, Dr House to convince him to give him the job. You had turned 18 the week before Chase started his new job, and since you were starting college, it appeared that you both had something to celebrate. Chase was beyond proud of you, you had gotten straight A's all throughout high school and had received a full scholarship to Stanford Law School in California, where you could at least travel back to see your brother since at least this time you were in the same country - Which you often did. Your drive to become a lawyer was so you could specialise in family law, after talking through your childhood with your therapist, you decided that you wanted to make a difference to children like yours lives before things could go as far as they did for you. Now on your summer break from your junior year, you were going to spend the summer in New Jersey with Chase - He had told you of the new fellows that House hired, Allison Cameron and Eric Foreman. You had teased him about Cameron, saying that you gave it 3 months before they were sleeping together.
You rubbed your tired eyes as you walked through the hallways of the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, you hadn't managed to sleep on your 5 and a half hour flight from San Diego to New Jersey and it was really taking its toll on you - You didn't cope well without sleep, which your brother would attest to. You sighed and threw your head back against the wall of the elevator, exhaling heavily as your backpack weighed heavy on your shoulders. You gave a tight lipped smile to the janitor who stood in the elevator with you, who grinned back at you, giving you an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You looked away from him, opting to look at your legs instead.
"You're a beautiful girl, you know," He told you, reaching out to touch your shoulder. You shied away from him, feeling your heart pound against your chest as you saw his face screw up at you implicit rejection of his advance. "Listen, I'm just trying to compliment you, you don't need to be a bitch about it." He scolded angrily, moving to stand in front of you as you blinked back the tears which burned in your eyes.
"Please just leave me alone," Was all you could meekly manage out as a response to his anger at your rejection. He stepped back as the elevator dinged at your floor, acting as if nothing had happened. As you pulled your hoodie over yourself, you froze as the janitor grabbed your butt. You sighed and shook your head, trying to stop yourself from crying as you stepped out of the elevator and made your way to the diagnostics department. You sighed as you opened the door to the office, freezing like a deer caught in headlights as an older man, who you presumed to be Dr House, spun around to face you.
"Chase, why is there a mini you standing in my office?" 
Chase looked up, a grin on his face as he saw you in Houses office. House knew that Chase had a sister, but he had never met her - Now he wished he had met her sooner.
"Hey," You greeted him, looking out of the office window, fearing that the janitor had followed you to the office. Chase took note of your lack of enthusiasm and how alarmed you seemed to be. He stood and came to hug you, noticing how you almost flinched at your brother stepping towards you - From this alone, Chase knew that something had happened.
"Are you okay?" His big brother instincts were cranked up to 11 as he saw the tears bubbling in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any second. You always got this way when something happened, you would try and be brave about it, but the second someone asked if you were okay, you would crumble. Chase knew you were close to crumbling when your bottom lip started to tremble. "Okay, why don't we go outside," You nodded in agreement to chases suggestion, not listening as he apologised to House, who made some kind of snide remark that you didn't care to listen to. 
You managed to hold back the tears until you got out of the office, and that was when you crumbled, breaking down into tears in your brothers arms. "It's okay. Why don't you tell me what happened?" Chase asked you, his heart breaking and anger filling him at the thought of someone making you so upset.
"W-well I got in the elevator to come up here and there was a janitor in there too and so I didn't say anything to him and-and then he called me beautiful," You tried to compose yourself a bit before continuing so that your brother could at least understand you a little better. "And so he like...reaches out to touch my shoulder and I move away from him and then he says that I'm being a bitch because he's just trying to compliment me and then when I left the elevator he grabbed my butt." You explained to him. Chase was beyond mad. How could someone do that to you? To anyone, never mind his own baby sister.
"Did you manage to see his name on his badge?" He asked you gently, not wanting to upset you anymore than you already were. You sniffled as you nodded, rubbing your eyes and nose as you tried to calm yourself down.
"Yeah, it was David, he was like..5'3, bald, had a really weird looking beard," You described to Chase, who nodded as he hugged you again. He'd make sure that he was punished to the full extent Cuddy could punish a janitor, which would hopefully mean that he would lose his job, and have to explain to potential employers that he was fired for sexual harassment. And maybe, just maybe, Chase would pay him a visit. Chase was by no mean a violent person, but if someone messed with his little sister, he wouldn't let that slide - He had once hospitalised one of your ex boyfriends who had sent an explicit photo of you around your school.
Yeah, maybe you didn't have such a terrible big brother.
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omi-anime · 2 years
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(this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if I sound awkward or rude!) hello ^^ could I request childe, venti, and dottore with a younger sibling who's humor is like, dark humor and scares the living heck out of their siblings friends? thx!!
~Childe, Venti and Dottore with younger sibling who has dark humor~
Author notes: Hii welcome 🌠 Anon everyone!! Didn't know if you chose to be an anon so people don't know who you are so I kept your user private Hon! 😊. Don't worry you don't sound rude or awkward.
Humor is based off of Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family.
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Childe:
Finds you humor hilarious. Definitely laughs at anyone's face of Horror when they hear your humor or you terrify them.
Zhongli met you and thought you were sweet till. Childe said you've been thinking alot and Zhongli said maybe it's a crush.
You said nothing then replied "Homicide" with a smile. Looked shocked well Childe laughed knowing your trying to scare him.
Childe mother said she's expecting again... then found you sawing part of the staircase railing off. Asked what your doing.
"When you have a new baby, one of the other children has to die" looking at him if it wasn't obvious.
He was meeting an old friend and they asked you a sweet question. They'd asked what you do if someone loved you.
"I pity them." Looking blankly at his friend.
Overall find your humor hilarious. Definitely gets a kick out of all the things you say.
Venti:
Always laughs no matter what, definitely has you scare people if he wants to prank them.
Venti needed to leave so he had asked Aether to take care of you. He told you so and asked "what do you say to Aether" with a sweet smile.
You turned to look at him then said "Be afraid. Be very afraid".
Always loves your jokes. Found the one thing you told kaeya extremely funny.
The you and Kaeya got trapped in part of a domain with Venti on the other side.
You told Kaeya " Remember, Mister Kaeya. I'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with me" well giving a creepy smile.
Kaeya had been asked to take care of you wll Venti had to take care of something and... he asked if your in a bad mood because you seemed... grumpy got a.
"I'm not in a bad mood, this is just me".
Dottore:
Asks you to scare all of his subordinates honestly. Definitely cackles when they look horrified.
When you got to meet La Signora, you said. "I think that woman is deranged. Her face reminds me of a death mask"
When their version of Halloween came around. The harbingers had a party and actually got a dress up and ehe... Childe asked you where your costume was.
"This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else." Childe was horrified.
Overall finds Amusement in it. His favorite scenarios were probably when the first one. He found you having Childe hold an iron rod, asked why.
"I'm going to electrocute him" but it wasn't raining...
Found you asking Scaramouche for help burying something. When he asked why all he got was.
"So it can kill you." Giving him a isn't it obvious face.
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Howdy there! I found your account and immediately fell in love with it(your writing makes me feel all happy) and I was wondering if I could get a Spencer x autistic sister!reader(age 14) and the whole team adores her, what nicknames do you think the team would have for her?(I absolutely love the spencer x sister!reader because I see him as an older brother) Thank you sm, ily, and have an awesome day/night!<3
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Spencer Reid x Autistic sister reader
Another request I am very happy to get one.
Request: Howdy there! I found your account and immediately fell in love with it(your writing makes me feel all happy) and I was wondering if I could get a Spencer x autistic sister!reader(age 14) and the whole team adores her, what nicknames do you think the team would have for her?(I absolutely love the spencer x sister!reader because I see him as an older brother) Thank you sm, ily, and have an awesome day/night!<3
Of course I can sorry it has taken me so long to write this, I have ab Art exhibition for my course as college next week and have been getting ready for it.
Third person pov...
Spencer Reid had a special relationship with his younger sister, who was 14 years old. He always looked out for her and took care of her. He even gave his sister a special nickname, which only he called her.
The nickname was Butterfly. Every time Spencer called his sister Butterfly, she lit up with joy, and it brought a smile to his face. He enjoyed seeing her happy and took great pride in being able to make her happy.
Most of their friends and family did not understand the significance of the nickname, but Spencer and his sister never bothered to explain it to them. To them, Butterfly was a special term of endearment reserved only for those special moments between them.
Whenever anyone asked Spencer why he called his sister Butterfly, he would simply look at them with a twinkle in his eye and say, “It’s our little secret.” That, in itself, said everything he needed to say. Nobody could argue with that.
Spencer's special nickname for his sister was a private joke between them, one that brought them closer together and allowed them to be better siblings. They had a bond that no one else could understand, and it was thanks to their secret nickname, Butterfly.
After hearing about Spencer's special nick name for his sister the team decided that they would come up with their own nicknames for thr 14 year old.
JJ: Little Sunshine
JJ decided on this nickname for Spencer's sister because she's always smiling despite any obstacles that come her way. She brings joy and light to everyone she meets and her upbeat attitude always leaves the team feeling positive after each time they spend with her.
Hotch: Jitterbug
Hotch chose this nickname for Spencer's sister because of her energy and enthusiasm as she is always hopping around with so much eagerness. She is truly a bundle of joy and her pep and vibrancy make it impossible to be in a bad mood around her
Garcia: Sugarbear
Garcia was the one to come up with this nickname for Spencer's sister. Her sweetness and kindness enthrall everyone she comes into contact with. She is always ready to lend a helping hand and loves to share her hugs and cuddles with everyone.
Rossi: Little Genius
Rossi chose this nickname for Spencer's sister due to her intelligence and quick wit. She often has insightful comments which show her keen perception and capacity to understand even the most complex of topics. Her intelligence astounds everyone and it is a pleasure to watch her mind work.
Morgan: Dancing Queen
Morgan chose this nickname for Spencer's sister due to her pure and unbridled joy when she is dancing. Her graceful and soaring movements never fail to captivate all she meets and her enthusiasm is infectious. She brightens up every room she enters and leaves everyone charmed with her exuberance.
Prentiss: Bright Star
Prentiss gave this nickname to Spencer's sister as she shines and sparkles in every way imaginable. She is truly one of a kind and she is an indomitable force. She has a way of lighting up everyone's life with her presence and no one can ever stay burdened in her company.
When Y/N heard their nicknames for her she instantly loved all of them and was called each nickname but the members, Y/N was grateful for the amount of love that was put into each nickname for her.
The end!
Hope you liked thus short onehsot so sorry for the wait, a usual sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes!.
Requests are open!
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shy-blue-blossom · 7 months
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Adventure with Big Brother
Sinbad
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After Badr left, Esra gave birth to a baby girl, which Badr never got to meet, or know. She was a very hyper young girl, just like her older brother. She had the same purple hair as Sinbad, but e/c eyes that Esra thinks she got from a distant relative. That was ten years ago. Sinbad is now 14, and his little sister is 9. While Sinbad was away getting things for the village, she was helping her mom around the house with the cooking and everything else she could help with. Sinbad decided to come back when she was out. He had also brought a guest home.
"Sinbad!!!" She called out when she entered the house to see him back from the ports.
"Y/n!!!" He called back when he saw her mustard-coloured dress coming through the door.
"Where have you been?" He asked her as he hugged her close and tight.
"I was helping the village people." She said with a grin on her face.
"That's good," Sin smiles at her, "Did you help them a lot?" He asked her.
She nodded her head and then looked toward their mother with a smile on her face. Sinbad put her down, and she ran to their mother to hug her as tightly as she could until she fell asleep in her arms. The next day the army came to get Sinbad, but he refused to go with them. However, Esra convinced Sinbad to go and do it for himself. He did it for her and to get a better life for his family.
But...
He didn't think that he was going to be in the dungeon for two months. When he got back, Esra was worse than ever, but she was just happy to know that Sinbad was off doing what he should have been doing for a while now. She passed on, and Sinbad was left in charge of caring for y/n. The village decided it was best if y/n stayed with Sin even if he was travelling all over the sea. They were both happy with that decision. When they reached the Imuchakk tribe, Sin made sure to keep y/n a safe distance from the beast. However, he couldn't do much to protect himself when he went into the dungeon. When he came back, she was the first one he went to.
"Have you been a good girl?" Sin asked her when he had her in his arms.
"Yes! Ask anyone!" She said as she gave him a massive grin, and he knew she was telling the truth as everyone was laughing with her.
He introduced her to everyone new, and she greeted them like old friends. They all did the same, not only because she was Sinbad's little sister but also because she was too adorable for them not to. They all celebrated joining forces until they had to start their next adventure across the sea.
Sinbad knew that there was a long adventure ahead of them, but he wouldn't let anything happen to his family especially his little sister, y/n.
The end.
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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 10 months
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Sister Responsibilities PT 2(Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader)
Characters: Stever Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Sister!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Pregnancy, spoilers for End Game also just gonna totally ignore what happened to Tony and Natasha
Request: A part 2 to sister responsiblities. She is pregnant with twins when wanda is back and helps her cope with the loss of vision. Wanda is happy her sister and steve asks for wandas help to propose. She tells them its twins after the proposal. And the twins are boys. Reader also tells them she wants to name the twins peitro and james.
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The feeling that Steve felt the moment he heard Sam’s voice in his ear saying “On your left” felt surreal. When he then saw the man, along with Bucky, and then Wanda, he felt a weight he had long forgotten about lift off his shoulders. Pure relief. 
He didn’t get to properly interact and catch up with them until Thanos and his army were finally defeated. He got to hug Bucky and Sam first, the pair immediately asking how he was, what they’d missed out on, but before Steve could go into any details, he heard Wanda. Crying. 
“Y/N? Y/N where are you? Where’s my sister? сестра?!” She was calling among the crowds of hundreds of soldiers and people catching up, also looking for friends and family. Steve followed her voice, going in search of her, Bucky and Sam following after him until they found her, seeing she’d found Clint and was begging him for answers, though he was lost on what to tell her, until Steve approached, reaching his arm out, signalling with his hand to Clint to hand her over. Clint turned her by her shoulder so she faced him, her eyes wide and terrified. “Steve, where’s my sister?” She demanded. “She’s not here- is she dead? Has she died?”
“Wanda, breathe.” Steve assured her, his hands holding onto her shoulders to ground her. “She’s fine. Perfectly fine, I promise. I know exactly where she is, and I’m going to take you straight to her, alright?” He assured her, getting a vigorous nod from the woman in response. He tucked her under his arm, keeping her close and he started to walk with her away from the battlefield the closest available vehicle, and as he got her seated in the passenger seat, he wasn’t too surprised to see Bucky and Sam not far behind, getting in the backseat without a word. 
“Why wasn’t she there, Steve?” Wanda asked as he started the car, starting to drive. “Is she hurt? Did something happen?” She asked. 
“Wanda, she’s fine, I promise.” Steve assured her. 
“Steve.” She growled. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her panic was turning into pure frustration with him at him being vague with her. “Why wasn’t she there?” 
“I told her to stay back.” He finally answered. “I wanted her to be safe and away from any danger. With how things turned out with Thanos showing up- I’m glad I did.” He explained, missing the point where he had actually argued with you about it- finally convincing you with the main point of the possibility the plan failed and you ended up out there on the base looking for a miracle all for nothing, only to trudge back, and how it would be easier for you emotionally if that happened for him to come back and tell you the results. There were several smaller reasons, but in the end, whatever he pulled out his ass as an excuse, he’s glad he did. 
Sam cleared his throat, breaking Wanda’s suspicious glare of Steve. “So, mind telling us any major events we’ve missed?” He inquired, hoping to ease the tension, but with Steve now becoming more tense, he realised quickly that he just accidentally stepped into dangerous territory, and in no doubt- it involved Wanda, and more importantly, the subject of the woman’s anxiety- her older sister. 
“Well… I should give you a heads up. Y/N and I live together.” Steve started with. The silence in the air other than the rumble of the car’s engine was worse than if Wanda was just yelling at him- Steve had dealt with his fair share of arguments with the eldest Maximoff in the past five years, especially in these last few months with tensions running at an all time high, so he was sure he could handle Wanda, but the silence? It was the worst. 
“How many bedrooms?” Bucky spoke up. 
“Buck-”
“Two. Two bedrooms.” Steve quickly interrupted Sam’s scorning. “Two bedrooms, one bathroom, closed floor plan in a nice part of the city. We got it together a few months ago.” Steve explained, talking just to fill the air at this point.
“How many bedrooms was the last apartment you two shared?” Wanda asked, the tone in her voice taunting him. She knew.
“...One.” He admitted. That silence returned. “We started seeing each other a few months after… we relied on each other and… we just clicked.” He admitted. He couldn’t see it, his eyes too focussed on the streets as he entered the centre of the city, over crowded by people reuniting with their loved ones and running to look for people, but Sam and Bucky watched Wanda sink into her seat a little, her head resting, rolling over to look at the blond. 
“You’ve been looking after my big sister? Keeping her safe? Keeping her happy?” She asked, her voice now a lot softer. Her tone made Steve relax as well. 
“I’ve tried my best and intend to keep trying.” He promised her, a faint smile appearing on Wanda’s face. The silence now was a lot nicer. Bucky and Sam were able to sit back in their seats, not scared that Wanda was gonna throttle Steve. “Wanda? I know this is all sudden, but…” Steve hesitated to speak, but eventually gained the courage. “Do I have your permission to marry her?” 
“Have you been waiting till you got us back just to ask her that?” Sam asked. 
“Honestly, yeah.” Steve admitted, everyone in the car sharing a light chuckle. 
“Yes. You have my blessing. My sister isn’t an idiot- if she’s chosen to stay beside you for so long and live with you, you must be special to her.” Wanda granted.
Eventually Steve parked the car on the side of the street, everyone piling out, and Wanda looked up at the building Steve parked outside of- he wasn’t lying, it was a nice building, on the nice side of town. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and Wanda turned to see Steve, offering her a set of keys. “Third floor, on the left.” He told her. She grinned, grabbing the keys and dashing up the stairs the three men not too far behind. Wanda reached the floor, finding the door and knocking on it with no hesitation, before waiting impatiently. She heard shuffling, before a bolt unlocked and the door opened. 
“Wanda?” Was the first thing out your mouth, absorbing that she was actually in front of you- a few cuts and bruises from a fight, but there. In person. Alive. The back of your eyes burned as you reached your arms out to her. “моя драгоценная сестра!” You sobbed, grabbing your sister and pulling her as close as possible. 
Close as possible, being the keyword there. 
Wanda felt the obstacle stopping her in being as close as she could to her sister, pulling away to see what it was, and was greeted by the comically large bump attached to you. She gaped at it for a moment, before her eyes met yours. “You’re having a baby?” 
“Babies.” Steve corrected as he came up the stairs, Sam and Bucky, who had frozen on the stairs at the sight of the eldest Maximoff heavily pregnant. “It’s twins.”
“Twins? Like…” Wanda’s words caught in her throat, as you sadly smiled and nodded. You looked at Bucky and Sam still on the stairs, before back at your sister. 
“Let’s all go inside, stop crowding the hall.” You told them, stepping aside for Wanda to come in, having to shuffle past your bump before Steve took over holding the door for Bucky and Sam. Once back in side, you hugged your sister again. “I’ve missed you so, so much. I wanted to be there for your return but the base is so far away, and with them being due next month and the doctor saying twins like to come early-” You rambled before Wanda stopped you, holding your cheeks on her hands and smiling. 
“Don’t be, I understand, you have to look after yourself and your babies. I also understand why Steve had been adamant on you staying behind… also, it was for the best. I’m glad you weren’t there.” Wanda admitted, though your smile dropped as you turned to Steve alarmed, looking for answers. 
“Thanos from the past found his way through and tried to snap again, but this time snap every living thing. We managed to stop him and he’s completely gone now… We’ll go into the gritty details later, okay?” Steve explained. 
“I take later means when stress might not make me go into early labour?” You asked, Steve grinning and nodding. “Thought so. Fair enough. The longer little Pietro and James stay inside the better.” 
“Pietro?” Wanda’s head snapped around at the name, quickly followed by the same reaction from Sam and Bucky. “Your naming your babies Pietro and James?” 
“I’m jealous.” Sam quickly added. 
“Pietro Oleg and James Samuel. If that makes you feel better.” Steve added on, getting a smile from the man in response. 
“Oleg? Like our dad?” Wanda noticed and you nodded. “I’m so happy that I’m going to be here to meet my nephews.”
“And you better not go anywhere anytime soon my baby sister.” You told her, holding her close. Steve smiled to himself, before nudging his two friends to the kitchen. 
“You two get comfy, we’ll do dinner.” Steve called. 
“We are?” Sam asked, making Bucky laugh as Wanda pulled you to the living room to get comfy and begin catching up.
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positivelyholland · 1 year
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The Fight For Our Lives
pairing: tom holland x sister!reader
genre: fluff 
warnings: so much talk of taylor swift, bad writing
summary: i don't wanna ruin the plot twist but just read it please 
A/N no one asked for this and I have a million requests in my inbox that i'm working on so just enjoy this short little thing while i work on everything else
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Everyone was so close to a mental breakdown, especially you. And at this point, you felt the need to go back in time and warn your past self. Tell her it's a terrible idea and she definitely shouldn't do it. If you could, you would've never put yourself in this situation in the first place. 
You needed to rewind time and tell Y/N from 45 minutes ago that this was going to end in disaster. 
And Tom felt the exact same way.
If only he wouldn't have accepted the job from his parents to do this. If only he would've thought thing through, then he wouldn't currently be on the verge of committing a crime. 
It was the moment that everyone had been dreading for 15 years. The task that everyone pushed off as a future problem, but now was the moment they had to face their biggest fear....
Teaching Y/N Holland how to drive. 
Tom had been stupid enough to accept the job that his parents offered him, and now he knows exactly why his parents didn't want to do it themselves. 
"Tom, I have a really important chore for you" Nicki started. 
"Ok...." tom responded, putting his phone down.
"Someone needs to teach y/n how to drive, and god knows you're the only one with enough patience to do so"
"ok i'll do it! how hard can it be?" tom laughed at his moms dramatics. 
Oh how naive he was to think that his mom was exaggerating how bad this was going to be, for both Tom and you. 
It had started off pretty smoothly, with only one curb getting hit and almost running over a couple of pedestrians. Although Tom wasn't too worried during those moments, he soon began to fear for his life and sanity. 
You got distracted because of the fact that you listening to Taylor Swift while you drove, so Tom tried to turn off the music after you almost ran a red light because of this. However, you were not pleased with your eldest brother disrupting your jamming session, so you instantly became very irritated. 
You tried to turn it back on, as you insisted that it helped you drive better, but due to the fact that any other person on this earth would disagree with your statement, Tom immediately slapped your hand away from the button that turns your music back on. 
"DONT TOUCH ME I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT" you practically screamed at him. 
"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I WANT TO SURVIVE THIS DRIVE" Tom said, matching your volume. 
"BUT WILDEST DREAMS (taylor's version) HELPS ME KEEP US ALIVE" you said, to which Tom rolled his eyes. 
"you literally missed 3 turns in a row because you were rambling about how good the bridge of this song would mix with 13 of her other songs" Tom started to calm down, but unfortunately for him, you had a point to make. 
"YOU'RE JUST BEING A HATER, AND I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE I CAN DRIVE" you were so proud of that comeback that your little smirk accidentally showed through, which angered  your brother even more. 
"Y/N EYES ON THE ROAD" he was overreacting at this point. Everyone knows you can defend Taylor Swift and drive at the same time. You can practically do anything while fulfilling your swiftie duties. 
"I. NEED. TAYLOR. SWIFT." you weren't giving up on this anytime soon, so Tom decided to just let you win this argument. 
That doesn't mean he wasn't scared for his life though.
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midnightstar-90 · 3 months
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Fanfic Idea #2
To all my Bridgerton writers,
I have another brilliant idea.
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What if Simon had a sister.
Mhmm. Okay.
I need you to stay with me now.
He doesn't find out until after he marries Daphne when he goes through his father's finances. He sees a small yet significant amount of money going toward an unknown individual. Simon really wants to know who this person is so he investigates only to find out it's his sister.
His father, after the death of Simon's mother, grieved differently than most and accidentally knocks up a young maiden from the town. Come to find out that the OG Duke of Hastings did have a soft side and provided for the girl and his mother.
When Simon first learns about this, he is furious. But with the help of Daphne, Simon decides to bring the girl to his estate and allow her to stay there so that they can get to know each other. Reader or OC (whichever) doesn't care for money, and she intends to make sure everyone knows, no matter how many times they say otherwise.
Please, I would really like to see what you guys come up with. Do as you please. I would love to read.
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teacupoi · 2 years
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๑・GENSHIN SIBLING VOICELINES
── you being their sibling and their voicelines about you (gn reader)
── featuring : diluc . kaeya . albedo . jean . venti
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# DILUC
" hm? oh yes, that is my sibling (name). yes, they are quite adventurous.. I hope they didn't cause too much trouble.
# KAEYA
" hey traveler? could you be so kind to take care of (name) for the day? I'm quite busy today and I don't want them coming near diluc.. "
# ALBEDO
" there's a child in my lab? oh, you must have met (name), my sibling. "
# JEAN
" traveler! I didn't see you there. have you seen klee and (name)? they both escaped solitary confinement..who's (name)? my sibling! wait.. There they are! see you later! "
# VENTI
" the person I was performing with?? oh! you mean my dear sibling (name)! yes yes, they are quite good and singing no? "
🌴 celestiac © 2022 ♡ do not translate, plagiarize, or steal
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beiasluv · 2 years
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imagine you are anakin’s padawan (sister)
a/n: anakin is older than reader. i hope you’ll cry :D (just kidding)
warnings: sad(?) injuries, and cuss words.
masterlist
enjoy! :)
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how did anakin end up having a padawan; he does not know.
all he knew was that he will kill anyone who hurt you or got in your way, period.
when you first entered the jedi temple, you were very locked by yourself. anakin saw himself in you, and felt pain inside him. he felt so miserable when he first entered the jedi temple; he do not wish it upon any youngling, especially his soon-to-be padawan.
from that day on, you became his personal mission.
“hello, y/n,” he greeted from your behind.
“h- hello, master?” you jumped a little bit in your seat taken away by his presence.
“i’m sorry,” he chuckled, “i believe i haven’t introduced myself yet.” “my name is anakin skywalker, your master,” he raised a hand for you.
you took the hand and smiled, “hello, master, i believe you know my name already.” he chuckled at your response.
“want to go to meditation with me tomorrow? i think they’ll officially introduce us tomorrow noon,” he tilted his head. his blonde hair swung a little in the wind.
“sure, master skywalker,” you smiled. his presence radiated warmth and coldness at the same time. ‘a weird combination,’ you thought. however, it felt comforting. your master had taken an effort to come and introduce himself to you, and that couldn’t felt any better.
he is so soft for you. anakin will bring you flowers and gift to cheer you up. anything you want, he’ll go find it for you.
braiding hair for each other. sometimes he forgot to take it off and obiwan walked in and be like: “you’re done being a padawan, anakin.”
anakin will comfort you when you are tired or scared. he is your guardian and older brother.
he’ll make a nickname for you, which is ‘bunny’ (aww, cute, right?)
“skyguy?” you knocked on his door. you knew it wasn’t necessary, you both can feel each other’s presence.
“yes, coming,” anakin raised from his couch and went to get the door.
“hi, bunny,” he hugs you in his arms. you let his warmth and scent engulfed you in them.
“im scared, i get these nightmares- i- can’t take them off of my head-” you sobbed.
“it’s alright, bunny,” he let a tear slip, “whatever you are seeing, they might be real, but you’ll always have me.”
“i’m sorry, ani,” you realized. your grip tightened aruond his torso.
“it’s ok, bunny,” he cried onto your hair. “c’mon, let’s get you some rest,” he guided you to your bedroom. as you both walked in silence, his hand grabbing yours, you felt comfortable in a long time. the hallway was dark, yet the stars in the sky lightened the path enough for you to walk. he held your hand and led the way to your bed. he covered you in your covers and kissed your head goodnight. the escaping light from the blinds lit up his face, showing his smile and you felt the bed dip.
“you have to go back, ani,” you said in a hushed voice.
“not until i see that my padawan is sound asleep,” he brushed a hair out of your face.
as soft as he might be, he’ll train you super hard. so he does not have to worry about you. (but he knew he can’t stop worry about you.)
anakin is definitely scared at first to go hard on you, but after a push by you, he’ll make sure you’ll be the top padawan of the jedi temple.
his worst nightmare was that he went too harsh on you, and one day, it camel true.
you’ll comfort him that you were fine and that heshouldprobablycallthemedicalcenter cuzi’mabouttodiehere.
he’ll be sobbing all the way from the training room to the medical center. obiwan came to see that his padawan is dying of crying and had to calm him down.
anakin will say sorry to you multiple times a day for the next couple of months. and he won’t dare to train you for a couple of years.
you have to train with someone else for a while, with anakin observing the training session.
i mean- if it wasn’t for the accident, no one would see anakin’s proud father moment.
‘one last push,’ you thought as your lightsaber slashed against your partner’s. green slashed against blue as the burning sensation grew and grew. sweat forms on both of your faces, but it did not aid the heat from the dueling. you spun around avoiding attacks from your partner, yet trying to strike your partner at the same time. you decided to jump over his head to get to the high ground. your grip on the lightsaber became loosened. he forced his lightsaber out of your hand and it landed in his sweating palms. you landed on the ground empty-handed, as he smiled waiting for his victory.
“not so fast,” you whispered. you struck his hand and elbowed his back with full force. two lightsabers loosen from his grip and landed on the ground. they quickly flew into the air back into your hands, and now blue and green are igniting your face.
within a meter away, anakin let go of a breath he held unknowingly. he was so proud that he wanted to jump up and down and shout, ‘THAT’SMYGIRLEVERBODY!” he held his intrusive thoughts in tight, and ran to you. you handed back your partner’s lightsaber and bowed one last time. he snatched his lightsaber from your hand and left with his master. you felt sorry for him; suddenly someone crashed into you.
“Y/N! i’m so proud of you!” anakin picked you up and spun you around and around.
“enough! enough! skyguy!” you chuckled, “i’m sweaty and i feel disgusting.”
“and you are still my padawan, i’m so proud of you!”
anakin will brag to everyone he met about his padawan, until the word padawan doesn’t fit anymore. you are a family to him, you are his sister and he is your brother.
he is so overprotective, like 100%
any guy looking at you, even with intentions or no intentions, will hear a whisper in their mind. ‘stop looking or you’ll die.’
of course, it is our guy, anakin, staring at them back. his eye will turn red and all of that stuff. (ahem, sith eyes for them)
as soon as you call him, he’ll look at you with the most precious eyes possible. the bluest and the cutest puppy eyes for you only.
if somebody is getting too touchy with you, he’ll snake an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to him.
if you’re sleeping on the ship, or anywhere public, he’ll be your guard. anyone walking past will make sure they keep their noises down or they’ll regret it.
he’ll keep an eye out for you throughout the day as if obiwan isn’t keeping an eye out for him as well.
“ani, i’ll go to meditation tomorrow without you, alright?” you smiled.
“who are you going with? i thought you were supposed to go with me?” he asked while fake gasping.
“erm, he’s just a friend,” you bit your lip.
“justafriend, huh?” anakin tilted his head, “i’ve heard this lie before.”
“alright, alright, we have good feelings- or should i say, i have good feelings for him,” you admitted. “please, don’t ruin it this time,” you gave him your best puppy eyes.
“fine, but if you want me to kick his ass, i’m here waiting.”
“you’re the best, ani!” your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. “i’ll go meditate with you next week.”
“next three weeks!”
“two weeks!” you shouted back from the hallway.
“fine!” he shouted back.
you two will always have banter like siblings do but anakin will be a little bit lighter on you. he’ll let things off the hook for you and sometimes take the blame for you, you don’t agree to that, though.
there is a lot of “anakin, no!” anakin: “anakin, yes.”
now, let’s talk about anakin and padme. you were shocked at first when anakin revealed to you that he is having a relationship with padme. The! Freaking! Senator!
but you came to mind with the information. and actually, you like padme a lot.
anakin let you spend time with padme a lot because he wanted her to teach you about politics. she’s genuinely kind and always taking care of you. she’ll get a souvenir for you every time she visits a planet or somewhere else.
and anakin will be like, ‘where’s mine?’ (lolll)
and if you didn’t catch it, you are anakin and padme’s adopted child. (you were the one that they got to raised together, T-T)
time goes on, and you’ve grown. now, you had finished being a padawan. but you are still his padawan if anyone asks.
anakin’s presence turned darker and darker since he lost his mom. you worry constantly that he’ll get lost in the dark.
however, your nightmare becomes true. (it is always about a nightmare becoming true.)
you could feel anakin’s force presence jumping back and forth between light and dark. you grab his arm as you see the scene laying before you. mace windu and palpatine were fighting as both entered the room.
“he’s too dangerous to be left alive! i will end this, once in for all,” master windu exclaimed.
“no, you can’t!” anakin shouted, “he must stand trial.”
“he has controll over the senate and the court, he’s too dangerous to be left alive!” master windu held his lightsaber close to palpatine’s neck.
“i’m too weak, oh, please, don’t kill me, please,” the withered palpatine pleaded.
“it is not the jedi way!” anakin shouted. master windu was about to strike palpatine as anakin unsheathed his lightsaber. they fought as you also took out your lightsaber and went for palpatine. no, you couldn’t go for your own brother, nor master windu, palatine is the only reasonable person at this point. you ran towards him as he sent lighting towards you; your lightsaber took the strike but you were pushed back. anakin was busy fighting with master windu, and he cut master windu’s hand off the window. master windu was shocked by the lighting and lifted up into the air.
you were about to get up and fight the sith lord, palpatine sent a lighting strike towards you, and this time you took the hit. your body crumbled to the ground. anakin rushed to your aid and distracted palpatine away from you. he cradled you in his arm as he shook your face to regain your consciousness.
“run! y/n, run! run away as far as you could!” anakin shouted to your face. his force presence conflicted more than ever before. you took his word and ran away as far as you could. tears build up on your face as your leg carried you out of that hell.
you haven’t contacted anakin ever since that night. you don’t have the heart to talk to him again about what had happened. the council tried to get your word on that night many times, but you were never ready to speak about it.
order 66 had been put into action; you and obiwan went into hiding. you’ve heard the news about anakin turning to the dark side. you imagine what happened that night after you left. should you have left that night? what could have happened if you didn’t leave?
obiwan took you under his wing, now that anakin was gone. obiwan still believed that his padawan is still not lost, but he is not risking you as well.
he tried to convince padme that Anakin had turned to the dark side, but she still believed that he is still in the light.
“padme, he’s in great danger,” obiwan spoke calmly, yet his force presence is troubled.
“from the sith?”
“from himself,” he paused, “anakin has turned to the dark side.”
“you’re wrong, how could you even say that?” she refused aggressively. “tell me he’s wrong, y/n, anakin is still in the light.”
“i- i don’t want to say it, padme, he’s already gone, but we-”
“we need your help, padme,” obiwan cuts you off. “we saw a security hologram of him killing the younglings-”
“no, not anakin, he wouldn’t do that,” padme dismissed.
“that night, palpatine deceived him with lies, he’s the sith lord we’ve been looking for,” you said, holding padme’s hand tightly. you wanted to comfort her as much as you want comfort now, but she’s more important than you. the baby, or babies, need the most support.
“anakin became his apprentice after count dooku’s death,” obiwan told padme. she shook your hand off and guided herself to the comfort of the seat. you followed quickly behind.
“i don’t believe you,” her voice trembled.
“padme, i must find him,” obiwan whispered.
“you’re going to kill him aren’t you?” she realized. her breath and voice became unstable. obiwan and padme stared into each other’s eyes as they were staring into each other’s souls. you knew what must be done but you don’t agree with him; obiwan couldn’t kill his very own apprentice.
“he has become a very great threat,” obiwan spoke as he stood up.
“you can’t,” she shook her head, words barely leaving her mouth. a silent moment engulfed the room, no one dared to speak. obiwan looked into the city as he hugged himself.
“anakin is the father, isn’t he?” obiwan released a breath that he has been holding. he looked over at you and quietly turned back.
“I’m so sorry,” he spoke one last time and he entered his ship. padme cried onto your shoulder as you tried to stay strong for her.
padme decided to go to mufustar and see him herself. she insisted that you can go and wait on the ship in case anything goes wrong. you worry for her and the babies. C3PO followed quickly behind as you and padme entered the ship.
you felt a force presence in the ship, obiwan’s force presence.
the journey on the ship to mufustar was tense and quiet. padme sighed every minute or two, she is constantly clenching her hands. you wanted to comfort her, yet you don’t feel sure about your consolation.
the ship landed on mufustar and padme held her temple. the planet is disgusting and scalding with lava. you couldn’t imagine anakin living on this planet.
anakin came running down the bridge towards the ship, and padme opened the door. you hugged her one last time before she left the ship, unknowingly, it is the last hug you’ll get from her.
“obiwan! why did you sneaked onto the ship!” you forced the door open. “you knew how this could go down, and padme clearly wants to do this on her own.”
“y/n, calm down, he is a great threat, remember?” obiwan held your shoulder.
“please, he is my master, you surely can’t kill your own padawan,” you begged him.
“he is also my brother, but you know what must be done,” his force presence conflicted.
“obiwan, no!” you tried to hold him back. you grabbed onto his cloak and arms. “no! please, no!”
“y/n, let go of me,” he said calmly.
“liar!” anakin shouted towards padme. he saw you trying to hold obiwan back; your presence brought trouble to him. he wanted to see you- he never wanted you to see him again, not when he is turned to the dark side- he wanted to see you again when he is about to be so powerful. your little demeanor, compared to obiwan, brought him back to see you as a youngling. when he wanted to save you from a miserable life.
“you’re with him! you brought him here to kill me, and my very own padawan!” anakin shouted. he forced choked padme into the air.
“no-”
“let her go anakin!” obiwan commanded as you let go of him. “let. her. go.” padme fell onto the ground; you ran to her. anakin forced pushed you back and you stumbled towards the floor. you got up again and looked him in the eyes.
“you’ve turned her against me!” anakin shouted towards obiwan. “join me, my padawan.”
“don’t bring her into this hole of self-destruction you’ve made for yourself,” obiwan replied.
“you’ll not take her away from me!” he took off his cloak and obiwan did the same.
“your anger and your lust for power had already done that,” he walked slowly towards padme’s body. “you’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy.”
“i do not fear the dark side as you do!” anakin shouted, “i see through the lies of the jedi. i’ve brought peace and securing to my new empire!”
“your new empire?” you replied, “you are going to turn to dictatorship? we’re supposed to be loyal to the republic, to democracy!”
“don’t make me go against you, y/n, i do not want to kill my very own padawan,” he replied through his gritted teeth. “if you’re not with me, then you are my enemy!”
“i will do what i must,” obiwan unsheathed his lightsaber.
“you will try.” anakin jumped towards obiwan.
“get her to safety, y/n!”
you took padme back onto the ship and called C3PO for help. it reported that she’s still alive but her body is not responding.
you left the ship and looked for obiwan and anakin, hoping to stop him. their force presence was strong, leaving steps behind their fight. you followed along with the presence; noticing the damaged they’ve made, you’ve hoped that your master is fine.
you’ve arrived just in time to see anakin burned to the ground. your legs shook to the ground.
“no! anakin! master!” you ran towards him. crumbled to the ground next to him, you tried to pull him up.
“y- y/n,” he tried to call out your name, but words barely left his mouth. “look at me please.” he wanted to look at your eyes for the last time, to observe them as long as he can. he knew death was near, and the last thing he wants to know was that he had failed you.
“anakin!” you cried looking into his burnt face, blood seeped through his cheeks. obiwan pulled you off the ground. you tried to grab anakin’s hand but obiwan was too strong. “let me go, please!”
“y/n, we have to leave, padme-”
“let me talk to him one last time,” you begged and squirmed out of his grip. you knelt down beside him and tried to steady him up. you held his hand that is his flesh and tried to feel him as much as you could. his skin was burning and bleeding, turning red and purple every where. “anakin, you were my guardian, my master, and most importantly my brother, i loved you anakin. and i’ll not leave you.”
“y/n, please leave, i’ve failed you,” he spoke softly.
“what? no- no-” obiwan got you again, and this time he won’t let go. “anakin!” and that was the last time you saw him, burning and weakening on the ground.
“i’m so sorry.” that night you left a piece of your heart on mufustar to your beloved brother, anakin skywalker.
If you liked it, any interactions are appreciated! if not, critics are open.
today’s a great day to take care of yourself!
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mydearlybeloathed · 1 month
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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: all his life, zoro had been dragging you away from danger. but sometimes, you just slip through his fingers.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: roronoa zoro x sister!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.8k
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: swearing, use of Y/N, reader is zoro's sister, fluff before the angst, canon typical violence, death, can be interpreted as both anime and live action zoro, apparently all i do is angst now 🥰
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: fine line, instrumental
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For as long as Zoro could remember, he’d been the one looking after you. Day and night, he watched your every move, ensuring you didn’t do anything stupid. Doing stupid stuff just happened to your favorite hobby. It was taxing keeping you out of trouble, sure, but Zoro was all you had left, so despite only being a year your elder, he took it upon himself to care for you.
But he was so young, and you were so… unhelpful.
Reckless. Wild. Unthinking. A menace, that’s what you were. Zoro could barely even blink before he was dragging you away from a cliff’s watery edge by your ear. 
“But Zoro!” you whined. 
“But nothing,” he gritted.
You grew more restless by the hour, it seemed, always trying to tug him along on an adventure you swore would be worth his time. Zoro relented most days, if only to keep you alive (Because he’d never admit your adventures were actually fun).
Zoro supposed your habit of wandering off wasn’t so bad. You were the whole reason he’d found the dojo in Shimotsuki Village, after all, having wandered so far you reached another end of the island for him to chase you to. Besides, he was in no place to talk; he got lost just as easily, if not more.
Difficult didn’t do the feeling of trying to keep up with you justice, and it only grew harder the older the pair of you got. 
“Come on, Zoro!” you pleaded, gripping his hand.
“I’m busy,” he muttered, shrugging you off.
He spent his days studying the blade, and you were left to your own devices until an old tutor got her hands on you, teaching you mathematics and literature day in and day out. Every night before bed you complained and complained, whining that you’d much rather be running around the pastures or, better yet, training with Zoro.
But there was an ever-widening gap between you and your brother, even if you didn’t see it just yet. In your eyes, things were just the same as always, but your brother was headed on a very different path. 
He would go down in history, no doubt. Your tutor and most of the village agreed. And you… well, no one knew what to make of you. You were simply there most days. 
And as days came and went, Zoro paid less and less attention to you. It used to be easy to distract him into playing make believe, pretending to be pirates battling over treasure, but then he and Kuina made their vow, and Zoro threw himself further into his training.
And you, more interested in pretending than actually fighting, fell behind.
All you’d wanted to do was play with him and Kuina, but Zoro seemed adamant on being mean that day.
“We’re not playing,” he snarled back at you. “We’re training. Go play with someone else.”
You huffed and tried to stomp on his foot, missing by an inch. “Nobody here likes me! And I can train too!”
“Really?” Zoro scoffed. “You can barely even walk without tripping.”
Kuina stood off to the side, waiting for her friend to join her again, when she’d had enough of his sour tone. “Zoro, don’t be cruel.” Her sharp eyes roamed to you. “If you go find a training sword, we’ll let you come with us.”
Your whole face lit up, nodding quickly as you set off at a sprint to the dojo. Zoro groaned and turned to glare at her. “Why would you say that?”
“Because,” Kuina snapped, gripping his wrist and dragging him back down the path. “Now we have a head start.”
A few minutes later, you rushed back to where you’d left Kuina and Zoro, a training sword in hand, and briefly tripped over a raised stone. When you lifted your head, smiling brightly, they were gone, far off into the forest to train alone.
Some of the other kids from the dojo walked past, heading inside, when they spotted her. One leaned into the other, whispering just loud enough for you to hear: “Pathetic. Does she not have a life?”
Your lips curled into a frown and you threw down the sword, gritting your teeth.
Zoro apologized later, of course, eventually feeling bad when he came home to find you sulking in the corner. He promised he’d teach you how to wield a sword someday, which did wind up dragging a little smile out of you. Yet, that day never came. Weeks and months went by and Zoro drifted further and farther away. 
But you just couldn’t let him go, nagging and nagging and nagging.
“Can I train with you and Kuina today?” you asked, meeker than usual. You figured you knew the answer, but still, you had the nerve to hope. 
But then Zoro shifted awkwardly, hesitating to answer, and you just wanted to go back to your books. You’d gotten a new one recently, about the ocean and its mystery. 
“Listen,” he started. “I’ll play with you when we get back, okay?”
Your jaw set. Usually, you backed down pretty quick. You respected yourself enough to not chase after him all day. Today was different, though. Today was your birthday. “I don’t want to play. I want to train to be strong like you and Kuina.”
“Then I’ll train with you later.” 
He was gone the next moment, kicking up dust as he left you all alone. You wanted to hate him, since hating was usually so easy for you, but you couldn’t. 
Zoro was all you had left.
But he had someone else besides you, someone he much preferred to spend his time with: Kuina.
You found it was much easier to hate Kuina.
You weren’t at all subtle either. From little jabs to plain glaring, Kuina got the message. To your great disdain, she found it funny, cute even.
It was your obvious dislike of her that eventually brought her to give you the time of day, approaching you whilst you were reading.
“Good book?” came the voice of your arch nemesis. 
Glaring up at her, you pushed your reading glasses up your nose and shifted away from her, refusing to respond.
Her breathy laugh only spoiled your evening further. “I take that as a no…?”
“Leave me alone, Kuina.” 
Instead, she sat down beside you, leering over your shoulder to see what you were reading. “History? Sounds… fun.” You shifted away from her, and she followed. “Do those glasses really help?”
You snapped your book shut just as she reached to touch the page, nearly getting her finger. “I don’t know why Zoro likes you so much. You’re annoying.”
She grinned at you like you’d fallen right into her trap. “Is that why you don’t like me? ‘Cause Zoro won’t hang out with you anymore?”
As if she wasn’t infuriating enough, she was also very right. You jumped to your feet and glowered down at her. “You know what your problem is?”
She was standing in an instant, towering over you with that damn smile. “You gonna tell me, Roronoa?”
“Yeah!” You clenched your fists and grit your teeth. “You’re—You’re a brother stealer!”
“A brother stealer?” She had the nerve to laugh. “Please. We’re training to be the greatest swordsman or swordswoman in the world.”
You exasperated, “So?”
“So,” she said, “I’m not trying to steal your brother. But I can help you steal him back.”
Breathing heavily, you slowly lost your fire, confusion washing over your face. “What?”
Kuina shrugged. “I’ll train with you.”
Sputtering, “And why would I wanna train with you?”
“Because I’m the only one here who can beat Zoro.” She leveled her gaze with yours, something evil in that smirk of hers. “You wanna impress him? Train with me.”
“I…” She was serious. You’d seen the hard look in her eyes before; it’s how she looked right before she kicked somebody’s ass. You swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
That was how it started. An hour before Zoro was up, early before the sun, you and Kuina got to work. You were a tough student, with a spitfire attitude akin to your brother’s and all the clumsiness he lacked. 
When you tried to quit, Kuina advanced with her sword two times as fast, forcing you to block and parry like she knew you could. 
Months went by, and Zoro was all too unaware. You and Kuina had done a good job of keeping up pretenses, sharing secretive grins when Zoro’s back was turned. The one time he nearly found you out was when Kuina’s sword nicked your arm, and Zoro found you haphazardly trying to bandage it up. His line of questioning was rapid fire, panicked in every sense of the word as he did it for you.
Then, Kuina caught you by surprise; she said you were ready, and no amount of frantic head shaking would make her think otherwise. 
You didn’t have a real sword, you said, showing her your wooden practice weapon as if to prove it.
She’d simply given you that damn smirk and swapped the wood for her own sword. All breath left you as she closed your hand around her family sword. 
That was all the encouragement you needed, and she left you standing outside your little home to get ready for her training session with Zoro. The sun was barely peeking up over the horizon. You could barely hear the sound of Zoro rustling around inside the house behind you, and your fist tightened around the hilt of Kuina’s prized sword.
Zoro briefly wondered why you’d gotten out of bed so early when he noticed your blanket tossed aside, you nowhere in sight. You must be playing somewhere else, he decided, finally ready as he headed outside.
You were certainly not what he expected to find waiting for him. Your hands were held behind your back, your eyes ever like a does. A sigh dragged out of him as he approached you, meaning to walk right by you like he usually did.
“I’ll play with you later—”
In a blink, the shining edge of a blade was in his path. Stumbling back he followed the blade to that familiar hilt, now held by his little sister. The doe eyes were gone, replaced by a serious gaze he was unaccustomed to.
“What about now?” You retracted the sword and took a battle position, arcing the blade around before placing both hands on the hilt. 
He backed away from you, crossing his arms, not wanting his hands to be anywhere near the hilts of his blades. “I’m not fighting you.”
That only spurred you on. “You don’t have a choice.”
There was a wary look in his eyes before you surged forth to begin the duel. Kuina stood off to the side, eyes alight, and helped you dust off your clothes when Zoro inevitably knocked you to the dirt in a matter of minutes.
Your chest heaved as you leaned on Kuina, eyes dangerously narrow. You refused to look at Zoro.
“You’ve been training her?” Zoro guessed, not sounding angry or frustrated… just confused, and maybe sad.
Kuina nodded. “We’ve been working, yeah. She’s good, right?”
The compliment meant nothing. Humiliation coursed through your veins, the Wado Ichimonji burning through your skin. 
“Whatever,” you murmured, shoving Kuina’s sword back into her hands before stomping off into the woods.
Zoro watched you go, unable to ignore when Kuina bumped his shoulder and said, “She admires you. It’s about time you give her the time of day.”
So he trudged after you, wondering what the hell he was supposed to say.
Zoro wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were good. Far better than he remembered you being. Kuina was probably a better teacher. More patient, most likely.
But… he couldn’t help but wish it’d been him to train you up to be able to wear him out like you did. Zoro swallowed that thought and settled on finding you first, and having regrets later.
He found you sitting on a patch of grass, wiping at your damp face. Zoro made you cry. and he had the sense this wasn’t the first time.
Some brother he was.
So he ditched his hesitation and settled down on the grass beside you, testing the waters. You didn’t sprint off into the brush, so he took that as a good sign.
“What do you want?” you said first.
“I… You did well. Really well.” He pulled at some grass, ripping it apart. “I’m sorry I’ve been…”
“An asshole?” you supplied. “A major dick? A stick in the mud?” 
Zoro huffed a laugh. “All of the above?”
“It doesn’t matter,” you said, turning away, going serious again. “I didn’t beat you.”
“Did you expect to?” Your huffy silence was answer enough. “Y/N, I’ve been training for years.”
Your eyes found him then, all slits and sadness. “And I haven’t, yeah, I know. Why’s that, ya think?”
He ruffled slightly. “You could have joined us in the dojo.”
“Like hell I could have. I’ve said it before—those kids don’t like me. Besides, it’s your thing. You would have found some reason I should quit.” 
Did he really make you feel that way? Zoro felt it was fair, all the times he’d brushed you off coming to mind, and he grimaced. Then, he started to think. “Why do you want to learn to fight? I didn’t think that was your thing.”
You took your time to answer, tugging at your own grass and tossing it into the wind. “I hate being left behind. I thought if I could impress you, you’d… you’d play with me again.”
Hearing that made Zoro feel so much worse. The pair of you might be getting older, but at the end of the day, you just wanted to be around him. Zoro let the silence hang in space between you for a few moments, before he rolled to the side and swiped a long stick on the ground.
Your confused eyes followed him, widening when he pointed the stick at you. Zoro grinned and started to poke at you, causing you to scramble back on the grass. 
“Stand and fight, pirate!” he bellowed. 
Immediately, you jumped to your feet, an exhilarated smile popping onto your face. You dodged left and took up your own stick sword, holding it in front of your face as you circled your brother.
Who were you today? A fellow pirate? A pirate confronting a marine admiral? Perhaps you were brother and sister pirates, crossing paths after years of pursuing the other for vengeance. Whatever make believe you and Zoro were in today, you relished in it, knowing someday you’d have to accept the fate of growing up.
So for now, you fought your brother in the only way you were equals: pretending, your imagination spinning circles around his as his skill spun around yours.
Zoro had missed you, he realized. Being so caught up in being better for you, in being the one to make you proud, he forgot how fun simply existing alongside you could be. 
So he followed you deep into the woods, tripping over his own feet and grunting at your lofty laughter. You led him up hills and through brush, up trees and back down, and all around the island till Zoro couldn’t help but wonder what exactly you saw in the forest that he didn’t.
“That girl is wild,” your tutor said once. “It’s like she’s more at home in the trees.”
She said it in some kind of scornful way that mothers do, when they’re half upset and half in reluctant wonderment. He had to agree with the old woman, for if Zoro couldn’t find you, chances were he’d discover you in the forest, atop a rock or up in a tree.
Oftentimes, if it wasn’t Zoro clinging to the lower branches while you laughed at him, Kuina was with you. Neither of you had ever wanted for a sister, but neither of you were exactly complaining either. 
Zoro stood with his hands planted on his hips, head tilted back and still not exactly able to see where you and Kuina sat giggling amidst the branches of the ancient oak tree. 
“Y/N!” he shouted, hoping his voice would at least reach you. “Come down!”
“No!” you laughed back down. A few leaves trickled down, and a pang jerked Zoro’s heart around. How high up were you?
“It’s not safe!”
Kuina rolled her eyes. “Says you! We’re fine!”
He hardly believed her, his nails starting to dig into his palms. “C’mon! It’s gettin’ dark!”
You looked toward the horizon line, spotting the sun just as she dipped behind the mountains. Instantly, you were entranced, aching to join her. The wind whistled in your ears, as it often did, and you leaned forward just a bit. 
“He’s right,” Kuina huffed. “My dad will be mad if I get home after dark.” When you didn’t reply, she tried to catch your faraway gaze. “Y/N?”
Despite your hummed acknowledgment, your eyes were shut, a pleasant grin pulling at your face. Air tickled your cheeks, ruffling your hair, sending you the scent of miles away cherry blossoms.
You could have sat in that tree all night and into the next, but Kuina was tugging on your arm, dragging you out of the moment. You blinked like you were awakening from a deep slumber. “Sorry, what?”
“It’s time to go home,” said Kuina. 
“Oh. Right.”
You descended the tree without much thought, finding purchase for your feet and hands to grip as if the tree was reaching out to catch you, whereas Kuina very nearly fell to the ground more than once. Zoro awaited at the bottom of the tree, arms crossed and brows taut.
He watched as you grinned, eyes somewhere else entirely, and trotted back to the village all merry-like. Kuina plopped to the grass beside him, teetering on her feet before he caught her arm. 
“Thanks,” she sighed. “I don’t know how she does it so naturally.”
Zoro thought back to what the old tutor once told him. It’s like she’s more at home in the trees. “I dunno. It’s… cool, though.”
You were cool, he meant to say, but wouldn’t ever say it out loud. His little sister, who could catch fish with her bare hands and find four leaf clovers like they were nothing, was very much cool in his eyes.
He thought it again that night, when Kuina joined them for dinner with food her father had prepared, and you lurched forward to tuck a forget-me-not behind Kuina’s ear. 
“These don’t grow on the island,” Kuina pointed out. You simply grinned, like you had some secret nobody else could understand.
Kuina became just as important to you as she was to Zoro. Which is why her accident was such a travesty.
Out of the whole entire village, it hit Zoro the hardest. You would know his look of pure, unadulterated shock till the end of your days. Zoro was beside himself, and you were no better. With your only other friend gone, you had no one to lean on.
Zoro only thought of the blade—of his vow to Kuina—leaving you to mourn and dwell and be all alone. You tried to be bitter, you really did, even going to the lengths of hiding all his clean clothes just so he would talk to you, but you were still terrible at being angry with Zoro. (When all Zoro did was exist in his dirtier-by-the-day clothes, you didn’t know whether to be angry or just plain sorry for him. You settled on both).
You tried to confront him, talk to him, anything, but all he’d done was sigh and say, “Just… go read, or something. It’s good for you.”
Like you’d listen to a word he said… but reading was all you could do. It was how you winded up back on your tutor’s door step with a ducked chin and folded arms. She pursed her lips, setting a hand under your chin, cupping your face as she beckoned you inside. Each day you poured over texts and tomes till Shimotsuki Village was completely dry of new literature.
The old woman taught you till she died. Despite how life had fled your eyes, she called you Wild till her last day. “You can’t stay,” she said in her dying breath. “Wild things never last here.”
Like you’d ever think of leaving Zoro. 
But soon came the day when Zoro, like you, could learn no more from that village. You assumed the pair of you would set out together now that your paths led you away from home. Zoro had other plans.
Three swords rested at Zoro’s hip, one heartachingly familiar with its white hilt and glimmering blade. He was hunched over a bag, collecting supplies from your little home. 
“So that’s it?” you spoke into the tense silence. “You’re leaving?”
“I have to fulfill my promise to…” He didn’t finish, her name hanging in the air. “We always knew I’d leave one day.”
“And what about me?” you demanded, daring him to admit he was abandoning you. 
Instead, he closed his satchel and stood, back still facing you. “Sensei promised he’d look after you.”
“Even if I wasn’t already an adult,” you snarled. “I don’t want your sensei. I want my brother.”
Your eyes glistened with tears behind your readers, still sat on the bridge of your nose from where you’d been annotating the last of your tutor’s dusty books. He glanced up, catching your eye, and immediately returned his gaze to the floor. 
“I need to become the world’s greatest swordsman,” Zoro said as he walked past you, brushing shoulders with you before he stopped just at the door. “For Kuina. And I need to do it alone.”
Catching your breath, you shook your head at him. “No. All my life I’ve been so patient with you. I’ve forgotten every time you forgot me, everytime you were mean to me—I let it all go! You—You don’t get to let me go. That’s not how this works, Zoro!” 
You felt hysterical, tears streaming down your face. And all Zoro could do was stare at the ground.
“You’ll understand someday.”
Hot anger boiled beneath your skin, making you warm all over. Your cheeks burnt and your hands balled into fists. You folded your arms over your chest to keep from lashing out at him with the fury of a sister scorned. 
You would never understand. 
He breathed shakily. “I… love you, Y/N.”
It was like a bullet to your heart. You peered over your shoulder to find his back just over the threshold of the door, one hand on his three swords and the other rested on the doorframe. You hadn’t stood up to Zoro in many years, mostly because he hadn’t given you reason to. Until now.
“You really are stupid.”
“Y/N—”
“Don’t waste your breath,” you snarled, sweeping over to your desk and grabbing your ready-and-packed satchel. Wiping your nose and eyes on your sleeve, you steeled yourself and swallowed up all your cries. “Where are we headed?”
You turned, adjusting the satchel on your shoulder, and lifted your gaze to your brother, who had turned to stare at you. Faltering, you tried to gauge what Zoro was thinking, what had always been an impossible task. Zoro had never looked at you like this before, his eyes void of any hostility or pity or annoyance. For a moment, he wasn’t an apprentice or a swordsman, nor was he Kuina’s legacy.
He was Zoro, the brother who could have hung the stars with how much you believed in him. 
And for a moment, Zoro wasn’t looking at his baby sister, helpless in every sense of the word, desperate to prove herself—Zoro saw what Kuina had, once upon a time; a warrior more mind and spirit than strength, the force of a thousand soldiers behind her puffy red eyes.
It was terrifying, to say the least. You weren’t so little anymore, and he didn’t feel so big anymore. 
“First,” he grumbled. “We’re getting you a sword.”
Your eyes shined, not from tears (he was glad you still had your wonder intact). “And second?”
“We’re going after Dracule Mihawk, the greatest swordsman in the world.”
Standing at the docks a while later, preparing to depart, you nudged his shoulder to catch his fleeting attention. The silence had been tense all evening. Your grin was soft and unsure as you mumbled, “I love you too, by the way.” Zoro ruffled, nodding, and you pressed on with a smirk. “You’ve never said that to me before.”
“Sure I have,” he countered, but you shook your head.
“Nope. Never. But that’s okay.” You turned to stare at the ground, the captain of the ship taking you away starting toward the pair of you. “I’ve never said it either.”
And in the underbelly of that big merchant ship, sitting on the small cots allotted to you for the journey, you lifted your gaze to lock him in place. “Let’s make a promise.”
Zoro stilled, setting his swords beside him as he met your gaze. He wasn’t opposing the idea, so you pressed on, presenting your pinky to him. Zoro had the nerve to scoff. “Don’t laugh. This is a sacred ritual.”
Rolling his eyes, Zoro rested his arms on his knees, reaching to interlock his pinky with yours. A smile tugged at your face. “What’s our promise?”
You hummed, not having thought that far ahead, before getting excited again. “I promise to stay by your side. No matter how much of an idiot you are.”
For a while, he said nothing, staring at your hands in the space between you. He started to speak, thought better of it, before pressing on. “That’s a big promise. Sure you won’t change your mind?”
“Maybe,” you shrugged. “If I do, I’ll just break my pinky.”
He blinked, trying hard not to let his smirk through, and he laughed despite himself. “Fine. I promise I won’t abandon you. Ever. No matter how much a menace you are.”
Satisfied, you retracted your pinky, letting your eyes flutter shut. You yawned and laid on the less than comfy cot, and were out like a light in minutes. Zoro stayed awake at your side all night, hyper aware of every motion all around, threatening each thing that creeped in the dark recesses with a single glare. 
For you, this was a dream. The world was your playground, an adventure just like the ones you’d read about. On the contrary, Zoro was stressing. You had this penchant for getting into trouble, always finding danger wherever you went. 
Tiffs between you and your brother were never far away, but unlike when you were younger, these fights lacked a certain fire, almost as if neither of you cared to pick at the other anymore. That realization was odd, to say the least. It was almost like the pair of you were growing up.
Word quickly spread across the East Blue about the Pirate Hunter Zoro, so deadly they took to calling him a demon… and then there was you. People tended to ignore girls, looking over your head and not caring to lower their voices when you lurked nearby. You were Zoro’s main informant, picking up on locations and secrets before your targets had any clue they were being hunted.
And as weeks flew by, you and Zoro found a new kind of camaraderie; respect. After years, it looked like Zoro was finally respecting you as an equal. As a friend.
You had quite the temper, never backing away from a threat, mostly because you knew your big brother was behind you. You don’t like the price for those apples? The vendor isn’t willing to barter? You're cursing their mother and demanding a fair price, and just as the vendor is reaching for a knife there appears this giant of a man, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You always get the price you want.
Zoro liked to shine and sharpen and clean his swords himself, but one day he was so tired he fell asleep while doing the first one. He woke up to all three glittering up at him. You said it was no problem, and went out of your way to get to the task before he did each time. 
Your habit of climbing trees returned, and with it a newfound love for scaling buildings as well. Zoro’s not sure how he doesn’t have a head full of gray hairs, but he feels for sure it's coming.
Still, despite your insistence on remaining a menace (he’s certain it’s on purpose), Zoro was happy you’re with him. Things nearly reached a new kind of normal; he hunted the pirates, you helped him, you both got paid. 
But he saw how restless you became, always itching for the next adrenaline hit. Somewhere inside, Zoro feared the day you’d get so restless you turned back to recklessness. Mostly, he feared he wouldn’t be there to save you in time. 
Zoro’s footsteps were ghostly, not a sound coming from him as he slinked up the gangway of the little pirate ship. His bandana was tight around his head, two of his swords brandished and at the ready. On his left, a pirate stood guard and was swiftly knocked out by a blow to his skull.
A routine operation, sure to bring in enough beri to get you and Zoro to the next island over. Maybe you’d even have enough left over for some decent food, he pondered, turning and laying eyes on the door to the lower decks. 
It should have been a routine operation, but the moment he stepped into the winding halls of that ship, the pirates were all over him, coming at him left and right. They drove him back up to the main deck, landing blows against his three swords yet never getting through his defenses. 
But if he stayed on the defense, he doubted he’d actually find an opening to get the hell outta there. Zoro swiped his swords in an arc to drive the horde of them away just long enough to make a break for the docks, but a gunshot rang true, whizzing past his head before he could take a step.
He whipped around and found the man he’d intended to murder in his sleep, and drag his body back without ever alerting the crew. The captain reloaded his pistol, a maniacal grin splitting his face. 
“Roronoa Zoro,” the man drawled, stepping down from the stern of the ship. “Your reputation precedes you.”
He blinked up at him, readjusting his hold on his swords. “Sorry, who the fuck are you?”
The smile dropped instantly. “Only the man who will end your sorry life, pirate hunter.”
Zoro scoffed. “I’d like to see you try.”
He heard it, but it was so soft he tried to convince himself he was delusional; but then it got louder, till he heard the sound of feet bounding up the gangway as his blood ran cold, and there you were, shouting his name, your sword held before you.
“Zoro,” you gasped, ignoring everything else as you gazed upon him with wild eyes. “It’s—It’s a trap.”
The captain’s laugh was like a ringing in his ear. Zoro’s stare was zeroed in on you, begging you to run away, horror flooding his senses. No. No. No.
“A little too late, kid,” the captain bellowed, slinging around his pistol and eyeing you predatorily. “Here to die with the hunter?”
Zoro’s heart dropped when you spat at the ground, shooting the captain a glare. The man growled, nodding at his awaiting crew. “Take care of her. I’ll take Roronoa.”
You had lunged before Zoro could do a thing, clashing your blade against your opponents and dodging each strike with ease. Zoro made to run to you when a sword swiped through the air and caught his arm, forcing him to face the captain of the ship.
A routine. This was meant to be a routine. You were meant to be safe at the little inn, awaiting his return with a gripy comment about having woken you up, despite knowing fully well you’d been up the whole time. 
But you were here, fighting for your life against ten or so men twice your size. You could only hold them off for so long. Zoro set his jaw and set his third sword between his teeth, taking on the slimy excuse for a captain. 
“Y/N!” He shouted, muffled around the hilt of his blade. “Get out of here!”
“No!” you shouted right before wincing as you took a wrong step and twisted your ankle, attempting to walk it off as you evaded being skewered. 
His eyes followed you, spying a pirate jumping down from the stern. Zoro sprinted away from his own fight, vaulting over you and decapitating the pirate, landing on the deck in a roll. You heaved, awestruck, and giggled despite it all.
Zoro stood, eyes dark as a demon’s, and looked right at you. It was as if the sun was held captive in your eyes, even now. A spot of blood seeped into your shirt, and he parried three men’s attacks to reach you. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” you snapped, your back to Zoro’s as you drove back another blow. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known something was up.”
“Don’t—” he kicked a guy to the side “—Don’t be. Just—”
He whirled on you as you let out a whimper, now clutching your shoulder. In a flash, Zoro severed the arm of the man who’d hurt you, letting you lean against him for a moment. Maybe four men were still standing, yet the captain had gone out of sight. The coward. 
His heart raced, the sound of it blaring in his ears and making it hard to gather his wits up off the ground. Zoro could barely breathe, but he managed to berate you still. “Stay down. I’ll handle this.”
You glared up at him, your eyes going wide a moment later. Your hands landed on his shoulders and pushed him down with all your might, and he keeled over, not expecting it. He rolled to the side and stood, taking out another pirate by his leg in the process, and whipped back around to yell at you.
But… something was wrong. You teetered precariously on your feet, and your face was all scrunched up, and why were you clutching your chest like that? Was there that much blood on your shirt before? 
Even when he saw the captain standing behind you with a bloodied sword, Zoro couldn’t believe what he was seeing. If anyone had seen what happened next, they would understand precisely why Roronoa Zoro was compared to a demon; the three remaining men and their captain were dead before you ever hit the deck.
Zoro fell to his knees, his swords clattering to the ground as he scooped up your head and held you to him. Your name fell from his trembling lips, his wide eyes pleading with yours to stay open. You were fading before his very eyes, the sun behind them setting fast. 
“Hey,” he stammered. “Hey, don’t go—you can’t. Remember? You don’t get to leave. That’s not how this works. That’s what you said.” You smiled up at him, and it all got infinitely worse. “Stop being—stop being stupid. You’re not dying. Get up.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered as black fuzz clouded your vision. “I’m… okay…”
You went limp in his arms. His tears didn’t make a sound, nor did he as he carried your body back to the inn, passing the innkeeper solemnly, and laid you down on the bed. He stood guard at your side till morning, and he went back for the body of the pirate captain, cashed in the bounty, and made preparations to go back home.
Your grave sat beside Kuina’s, on a nice ridge overlooking the village. The sunset in beautiful from up there.
The demon pirate hunter roamed the East Blue without an ounce of mercy, earning himself his title and reputation once and for all. No one ever dared to trap him again, not after they heard what happened to the last guys who tried. The whole crew died in twenty minutes, is what they said.
He barely spoke to anyone besides a bartender, becoming more specter than man. His eyes always had this dark tint to them, a haunting behind them that struck fear into the very soul of anyone who looked into them. 
And he liked it that way. He didn’t need anyone getting a closer look at him, not when everyone he ever cares about winds up—gone. He swore he’d never let anyone get close ever again. It was safer that way.
No one touched his swords. No one so much as brushed past them without getting an earful. Only he ever cleaned, shined, or sharpened his blades. He claimed no one ever did it right.
In truth, the demon pirate was getting sloppy, as much as he hated to admit it. He had a mission to complete, yet each day grew more difficult than the last. He took on bounties without much thought, fought anyone who spared him a glance. 
Reckless. He’d grown reckless.
It’s what led him to Shell Town. What led him to that restaurant. What led him to defending that little girl and her mother (he sees you in every child with just an ounce of wonder). It’s what brought him here, tied to this post under the blazing sun, starving and thirsty, and he felt deserving of it.
But he couldn’t die here. He’d let one promise be broken. The other would be fulfilled. He just had ten more days left, then he’d be on his way. Surely, Hawkeye Mihawk can’t hide forever. Then, after… he could rest. Only then. Only then.
“They say you’re a bad guy.”
Zoro frowned, lifting his eyes from the dirt, squinting through the blinding sun to make out who stood before him. Their outline came first, a boy, with something on his head. He blinked a few times and took in this kid who dared to step into this yard. 
He looked him up and down, took in the straw hat on his head, shielding the kid’s eyes from the sun. Yet, somehow… despite the shade being cast on his face, there was a bright glow in his complexion, but Zoro couldn’t decide where it was coming from (he refused to admit it was coming from his eyes).
This kid had the nerve to smile at Zoro, giving him the sense that maybe they had met before. Why else would that unrestrained, recklessly true smile make Zoro’s heart stop? 
(Zoro would only let himself think it some weeks later, when he’d long since accepted the offer of first mate, and long since the Straw Hat pirates found a ship of their own—Luffy reminded him of you, as terrifying as that was).
(Maybe he would let one, or two, or however many people were on that ship get close. Just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to try).
“Zoro!” Luffy called, racing toward the afterdeck in search of the mossheaded swordsman. He jumped to a stop, finding Zoro sitting under the tangerine trees, slowly peeling one in his hand. “There you are! What’re you doing?”
He barely cast him a glance. “Trying to be alone.”
Luffy laughed at that, plopping himself down next to Zoro. “Me too.” He reached up a rubber hand and swiped a tangerine, only thinking how odd it was a moment later. “Hmm, Nami would normally skin us for eating her fruit.”
Zoro stilled before popping a slice into his mouth. “She said it’s fine. As long as I’m alone.”
The captain tilted his head, skeptical as he slowly chewed a piece of his tangerine. “Why?”
Luffy received no answer, not right away, not until Zoro finished his tangerine and set the peel in front of him to dispose of later. And Luffy waited, shredding his peel into lots of pieces just for the fun of it. 
“I had a sister,” Zoro finally confessed, causing Luffy to freeze up. “It’s her birthday.”
So many questions bubbled under the surface. Why hadn't he mentioned her? Why hadn’t Luffy met her? What’s her name? Does she have green hair too? But… Zoro’s solemn expression had Luffy falling silent, watching his face carefully.
No explanation came, but Luffy gathered the gist of it. Whoever this sister was, she wasn’t around anymore. “Do you… still want to be alone?”
Zoro hesitated, hands squeezing his knees tightly, his throat gone dry. “No.”
“Okay,” Luffy smiled softly, plucking his hat from his head and setting it on Zoro’s, slightly missing the mark and pushing it down over his eyes.
The swordsman huffed a laugh, peeking out from under the hat. “What’s that for?”
Luffy shrugged. “Dunno. The hat makes me feel better.”
Zoro shook his head, gazing softly upon his captain before adjusting the straw hat on his head and shifting to stare at the sea. “Thank you, Luffy. For everything.”
“No problem, Zoro. Hey, do you when dinner's ready?"
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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @100520s @raspberrymuffings you mentioned big bro zoro A WHILE ago on my sanji's sister fic
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justabigassnerd · 1 year
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Lifeline
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Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x sister!reader
Word count - 4,537
Warnings - mentions of death, injuries, hospitals, angst, fluff
Song - Lifeline by Joshua Bassett
Summary - One of the only people Rooster has left gets in an accident resulting in a very panicked Bradley
A/N - So whaddup it's another Rooster fic (I am NOT sorry). I listened to Lifeline by Joshua Bassett on the way home from work one night and it inspired this fic. I lowkey hope this didn't turn out bad bc it took me so damn long to write aha. Anyways I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!
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You and your brother only had each other. You were adopted into the Bradshaw family long after Goose died and just around Bradley’s seventeenth birthday. Carole had always wanted two kids, a boy, and a girl but after Goose died, she thought her plans were gone with the wind but a family friend of hers told her about a gorgeous baby girl in the adoption agency she worked for that needed a home. Carole spoke to Bradley about it, valuing her son’s opinion and when they both went to visit you, they both fell head over heels in love with you and adopted you as quick as they possibly could.
Just as Bradley was nearing the end of college and looked at reapplying for the Navy, hoping Maverick wouldn’t pull his papers again, Carole got sick. Everyone hoped she’d shake it but as time pressed on and she got sicker everyone started to accept the harsh realities of what was happening. Some people suggested that they take you in since you were still little, and they didn’t want Bradley to put his career on hold to raise his sister but he only let some family friends take you in for a year so he could pass his training and get settled into his job before requesting he stay in California to bring you up without having to move you around all the time. After all the loss the Bradshaw family had endured, you and Bradley learnt to lean on each other. After all, it was you and him against the world.
Now you were eighteen and in the midst of your senior year of high school. Bradley was now an instructor at Top Gun and the two of you were still as close as ever. You had never been afraid to tell your brother about things that upset or bothered you and Bradley always listened, making you feel heard and did his best to help you.
“I’m off to work. Don’t be late to school, drive safe.” Rooster says as he gathers his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
“I’m always safe. What time are you home tonight?” You call from the kitchen, occupied with making your breakfast.
“Depends on when Cyclone and Mav say I can leave. I’m teaching pretty much all of today, so I’d gamble I’ll be back around dinner time.” He replies, grabbing his keys and opening the front door.
“Okay, bye!” You say, poking your head around the door so you could say goodbye to your brother properly.
“Bye y/n/n, I’ll see you later.” He says with a smile before finally leaving through the door and allowing you to finish getting ready for school. When you’ve eaten your breakfast and made sure you have all the stuff you need for school in your bag you grab your keys and leave the house, getting into your car and starting the drive to school.
Once you arrive at school you are greeted by your friends who are all immediately stressing about the college applications you had sent off just the week prior, all anxious about what places will accept them or reject them. You try to mediate the fear by keeping your friends calm telling them to just worry about right now rather than worrying about something that’s out of control. After successfully calming your friends down, you figure it’s time to head into the school building and head to your homeroom to get the school day started.
The day was long and while you were ready to head home and collapse into your bed for a nap until you could make dinner, your friend Abi invited you and the rest of your friends around to hers to hang out for a bit. Given that the group of you hadn’t been able to hang out together for a while you all accepted, going to your car so you could give everyone a lift due to the fact you were the only one with a car out of all your friends. The drive, while not long, was filled with you all scream singing songs that the radio played until you reached Abi’s house. The four of you unload and head into the house, immediately heading for the living room where you settle on the sofa and find your favourite show to watch together and press play while Abi grabs some snacks. The four of you lounge around, enjoying each other’s company and exchanging silly comments and remarks about what the characters are doing on screen. When you next check the time, you sit up straighter, pushing the blanket back and standing up.
“Sorry guys, I should probably think about heading home. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You say, laughing as your friends groan and toss pillows at you for leaving so soon but you simply wave goodbye and head out the door, climbing into your car and beginning the drive home. As you listen to the radio quietly playing under the rumble of the engine, you started to admire the views. You were lucky you grew up in a beautiful place, so you took any opportunities to admire your surroundings. As you reached a set of traffic lights, you celebrated quietly when the light turned green upon your approach but as you went across the gridlock, a car sped from the left side of your car, driving straight into the side of your car, making your world go dark and silent within seconds.
Rooster was finishing up the lecture he was giving to a new batch of Top Gun students when his phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket to see who was calling and when he didn’t recognise the number, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and continued to address the pilots. Just as he was beginning to dismiss the pilots the door to the hall burst open, revealing Maverick and Cyclone on the other side. All the trainee’s stood to attention as their superiors walked towards Rooster.
“You’re all dismissed.” Cyclone says to the recruits, his voice projecting clearly and sternly to the recruits who obey without a second thought, leaving the room as Maverick and Cyclone turn to face Rooster.
“Rooster. The hospital just called me. They said y/n got in an accident.” Maverick says and in a matter of seconds, Rooster’s world came crumbling down around him. He released a shuddering breath and barged past the two men, rushing through the base to get to his car. His thoughts were running a million and one miles an hour. That phone call must’ve been the hospital calling him. He scolded himself silently. He was so stupid why didn’t he pick up the phone? He was grateful that you had both him and Maverick down as emergency contacts otherwise he probably wouldn’t have known until god knows when. He curses angrily at the traffic jam he approaches, hand slamming on the wheel in frustration as he blinks back the tears building. He still didn’t know what had happened to you other than hearing you were in an accident, so his thoughts were going crazy. What if he got there and you were already gone? He couldn’t lose another family member. You were all he had left. When the traffic begins to move smoothly again, he gets to the hospital in what he dubs as record time, parking his car and entering the hospital in a rush. He practically runs up to the front desk.
“I’m here to see y/n Bradshaw. I got told she was brought in not too long ago.” Rooster says, almost leaning entirely over the desk to address the receptionist who looks up at him for a second before turning her attention back to her computer.
“Are you family?” She asks, typing on her computer before glancing up at him expectantly.
“Yes, I’m her brother.” Rooster replies hurriedly, fighting to keep the frustration from his tone but failing miserably. The receptionist types again on her computer before looking back up at him.
“You can go and wait in the waiting room. She’s being treated right now but I’ll inform someone, and they’ll come and get you when they’re done.” The receptionist says finally after typing one last thing into her computer. She gestured in the loose direction of the waiting room, and he followed her gesture to the room filled with people waiting to be seen by doctors or family members waiting to hear about their loved ones. Rooster sat down in one of the corners of the room, avoiding looking at anyone as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing a bombardment of texts from everyone from Dagger Squad. Everyone was concerned about why he was seen storming out of work. Instead of replying to each individual text, he opened the group chat they had and sent what had happened and where he was. He hit send on the message and opened the text he got from Maverick asking if he was at the hospital and if he had any updates yet.
‘I’m at the hospital but they said she’s being treated. I can’t see her until she’s out. I’m scared, Mav.’
Rooster hit send on the message and leant back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling to try and will his tears to not escape from his eyes. He takes some slow deep breaths to try and remain calm, but his heart was hammering in fear. After a matter of minutes, his phone started buzzing intensely. He retracted the phone from his pocket and saw all his friends sending messages in response to his and then he noticed another message come through from Maverick.
‘I’m on my way, kid.’
Rooster felt a small amount of comfort from that one message and glanced around the waiting room, expecting Maverick to just appear out of thin air. It took about twenty minutes until Maverick entered the waiting room, locating Rooster and crossing to him. Maverick sat next to Rooster and turned to face him.
“Bradley…” Maverick says gently, the use of Rooster's name as opposed to his callsign made the tears he’d been holding in fall down his cheeks. Maverick wasted no time pulling him into a tight hug, squeezing him close as he feels the tears landing on his shoulder. Rooster’s whole body shook with sobs as he cried, clinging to Maverick like he was a terrified little boy again.
“What if I lose her, Mav? I can’t lose anyone else.” Rooster forces out through his cries, blinking the remainder of his tears away and pulling away from Maverick’s embrace and wiping his eyes furiously, looking away in embarrassment.
“That sister of yours is tough. We have to have faith that she’ll pull through.” Maverick says calmly although he too was worried about the severity of this accident. After Rooster takes some deep breaths to compose himself, he nods at Maverick’s words knowing that as much as he hated it, everything was out of his control, and he had to just have faith that everything would be okay. The two talk about anything and everything to try and keep their minds off how slowly time is passing when suddenly they hear a group of people coming and they were shocked to see Dagger Squad coming in, walking over to the two and ignoring the glares from everyone else in the waiting room. There weren’t enough seats for all of them to sit with Rooster and Maverick, so Hangman, Coyote and Phoenix decided to remain standing with their friends rather than finding somewhere else to sit.
“Have you gotten any updates?” Payback asks, looking over at Rooster as he shakes his head solemnly, glancing down at the floor.
“She’ll be alright, Bradshaw. That kid is a fighter. She’ll be back on her feet, kicking our asses in pool in no time.” Hangman says, his tone a lot gentler than anyone was used to hearing coming from him, but it was no secret that he held a soft spot for the youngest Bradshaw. Pretty much all of Dagger Squad had adopted you as their younger sister and they cared deeply for you so you being in hospital had all of them worried for you.
“Family of y/n Bradshaw?” The voice of a nurse has Rooster, Maverick and those of Dagger Squad who were sat down shooting out of their seats.
“I think just Rooster and Mav should go. They’ll fill us in.” Phoenix says, gesturing for everyone to sit down. Rooster and Maverick cross to the nurse, greeting him when they reach him. The nurse leads the two outside and to where a doctor was waiting. The doctor greets the two before bringing them into an office to have some privacy.
“They are just finishing treating y/n. She had some severe injuries when she came in. The car hit her side of the car, so we had to remove some glass and set some broken bones. She did suffer some head trauma so until she wakes up, we won’t know just how severe it is. We’ve moved her into a room, would you like me to take you up to her?” The doctor explains, reading through the charts on her clipboard before looking up at the two. Rooster nods while Maverick glances at Rooster.
“You go. I’ll let the others know what’s going on. Text me the room number when you’re there.” He says quietly, before turning and heading out of the office and into the waiting room to talk to Dagger Squad. Rooster follows the doctor to a lift and then follows her to your room where upon entry, more tears spring to his eyes at your state. Your left arm and leg were in a cast, and you had cuts and bruises littering your face and arms. Rooster pulled a chair up alongside your bed and took your right hand in his own, being mindful of the cannula in your hand. He was vaguely aware of the doctor letting herself out, but he didn’t remove his focus from you. He managed to force himself to take his eyes off you for but a moment so he could send Maverick your room number but the second his phone was off; his focus was back on you. He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest and listened to the repeated beeping from the heart monitor.
“I need you to pull through this, y/n/n.” He whispers to you, squeezing your hand for emphasis and despite the fact he knew you weren’t going to respond, it still crushed him.
As Maverick walked the hallway towards your hospital room, he kept praying in his head that you were going to make it. Maverick wasn’t a religious man, not by any means but if there was an afterlife or whatever people wanted to call it, Maverick had only two people in his mind he was praying to watch over you instead of any heavenly figure.
“Goose… Carole… you need to make sure y/n makes it. We can’t lose her too.” He mumbles to himself as he glances at the door numbers, still trying to find your room. When he locates your room, he enters and is greeted by the sight of Rooster sitting alongside your bed.
“The doctor caught all of us trying to come up to the room and said only two visitors at a time. We’ll take turns coming up here.” Maverick says gently, trying to bring some kind of comfort to Rooster. When Rooster doesn’t respond, Maverick pulls the other chair up alongside Rooster’s to be the support he needed right now.
Over the next day, Maverick and the rest of Dagger Squad would take it in turns being in the hospital room, not only to check on you but to make sure Rooster was okay. Everyone made sure to bring something to your hospital room, either something for you or something for your brother who hadn’t left your side. Hangman brought a bunch of flowers and left them on your bedside table. Bob brought a ‘get well soon’ card he got all of Dagger Squad to sign. Fanboy brought a teddy bear that sat alongside your flowers. Payback made sure to bring water for Rooster to drink while Phoenix would bring a meal from the hospital cafeteria up to him. She had attempted to bring in food from outside, but she got caught so had to resort to the hospital food. Maverick was always there for Rooster to talk to about whatever was worrying him. And every time Maverick approached the hospital room, he whispered a prayer up to Goose and Carole, asking them to watch over you.
On that evening you woke up, it was just you and Rooster in the room. You heard the beeping of the machines and gentle snoring before you opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the lights and the pounding in your head. You glanced to your side and saw your brother dozing lightly, his arms folded and his chin resting on his chest. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked exhausted so you attempted to sit up slightly but exhaled sharply at the sudden pain, causing Rooster’s eyes to fly open.
“y/n?” He questions, trying to figure out if he’s dreaming or if this is real.
“Hey, B.” You say, smiling tiredly.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, knowing it’s a stupid question but he needed to know.
“Rough. My head hurts. The light is too bright.” You grumble, squinting when you make the mistake of glancing towards the light. Without hesitation, Rooster gets up and turns the light off, plunging the room into almost complete darkness with the only light filtering in through your window being the setting sun. Just as Rooster sits down by your side, a nurse walks in.
“It’s nice to see you awake, y/n. I’m just going to check you over and see how you’re doing if that’s okay with you.” The nurse says as you nod slowly, not enjoying the pain the motion gave you.
“Is your head giving you pain?” She asks, glancing down to make a note.
“Yeah, the light hurts my eyes, and my head is just pounding.” You admit, knowing nothing good will come from lying.
“Okay, we’ll try putting you on some different pain meds. When you were being treated, your doctors didn’t find anything of concern with your head injury, but we’ll be monitoring you just to be safe. Do you have any pain anywhere else?” The nurse asks, looking back up at you.
“Only if I move.” You say, hating the way you’re forced to just lie on your back.
“Well, I can only suggest staying still.” The nurse teases lightly, bringing a small smile to your face.
“Is there any way I could sit up slightly? I hate lying on my back like this.” You ask the nurse, your eyes pleading.
“We can try and adjust your bed but if there’s any discomfort, I expect you to tell us immediately.” She says, moving to pick up the remote for your bed and easing the side your head was at up. You hold a hand up to stop her when you’re sat up enough to satisfy you. You were relieved that no pain flooded through you at the motion, and you settled further into the pillow.
“I’m just going to grab those meds for you, okay?” The nurse confirms and when she leaves, you turn your attention back to your brother.
“How are you doing, B? You look rough. And that’s saying something.” You laugh lightly, stopping when he doesn’t even crack a smile at your joke.
“Not the time for jokes, y/n. I was scared shitless.” He says, sighing slightly as he shakes his head, still reeling from the whole ordeal.
“It’s not like I got in this accident just to scare you, Bradley. I don’t want to be here any more than you do.” You say, Rooster remained silent. He was always like this when he was emotional. He would choose to remain silent and stoic so no one could see that things were getting to him. He would bottle it up until he reached a breaking point and you always tried to get him to talk to you about it so he wouldn’t explode.
“Bradley?” You ask, hoping to get some sort of response from your brother. As you open your mouth to press him again, the door swings open and the nurse enters again with some meds in her arms.
“Alright, I have something that should help with those headaches of yours. I’ll just hook it up for you.” The nurse says cheerfully, oblivious to the slight awkwardness between you and Rooster.
“Thank you.” You say as she finishes hooking everything up.
“You’re welcome. You should get some rest. You should think about leaving, sir.” The nurse says, addressing you and then turning to Rooster.
“No. I’m staying. If that’s okay.” He says quickly, the nurse looked slightly taken aback by Rooster’s outburst but ultimately nodded.
“Okay, you can stay. Would you like me to set up a bed for you?” She replies but Rooster just shakes his head thanking the nurse but informing her he’ll be fine where he is.
“Well just come and get me if you change your mind. I’ll leave you two be now.” She says with a smile before leaving. When she’s gone you turn your head to look at your brother.
“I agree with the nurse. You should get some rest.” Rooster says as you nod slightly, feeling minor tiredness creeping up on you and you could only guess it was because of the meds.
“Only if you get some rest too. Something’s telling me you’ve slept a grand total of ten minutes since you got here.” You say and you could tell from his expression that you hit the nail right on the head.
“I’ll be fine, kid.” He says dismissively once he collects himself.
“But you won’t be if you don’t rest. You need to rest. So why won’t you?” You ask, the worry and confusion on your face making Rooster’s expression soften, he didn’t want to upset you.
“I’m just scared.” He admits, lowing his head in embarrassment and fixing his eyes on his lap.
“Scared of what?” You press gently, sitting up slightly, ignoring the small spark of pain that shoots through you.
“I’m scared that if I close my eyes, something might happen to you.” He manages to say, blinking the tears away and still not daring to look up at you.
“Look at me, B.” Your gentle voice encourages, wanting to do nothing more than to comfort your brother. He’d always been there for you growing up, so you wanted to return the favour.
“I’m not saying goodbye this soon. I’m going to be fine tonight. I got my big brother by my side and that’s all I need. I’ll be okay.” You say, a soft smile on your face as you grab his hand. Your smile widened when your brother finally looked up and made eye contact with you.
“I’ll be fine.” You repeat, squeezing his hand lightly as he nods carefully.
“Promise you’ll wake me up if anything happens.” He asks, and you hum in acknowledgement.
“If I wake up with even the slightest amount of pain, I’ll let you know. Promise.” You say, watching as a small smile finally graces your brother's face.
“Thank you. Now, get some rest y/n/n.” He says as you yawn and settle back on the pillows.
“You better get some rest too otherwise I’ll kick your ass.” You mumble, letting your eyes close as Rooster lets out a soft laugh.
“I promise I’ll get some rest. I love you, y/n/n.” He replies, smiling as you snuggle into the pillow.
“I love you too, B.” You mutter before allowing sleep to beckon you. Your breaths becoming slow and deep within seconds. Rooster watches you for a minute before folding his arms and resting his chin against his chest once more and allowing his tired eyes to close, welcoming sleep as it comes.
Rooster was awoken the next morning by all his friends entering and when he looked over at them confused, they were quick to explain.
“The nurse let us all come up. We must’ve bugged them so much yesterday that they just gave in this morning.” Fanboy explains, a shit-eating grin on his face that the naval aviators were able to get what they wanted.
“How’s she doing?” Phoenix asks, looking from where you were laid asleep peacefully to where Rooster was sat, handing him a granola bar to eat.
“She woke up last night. She’s doing okay.” Rooster says with a smile, feeling well rested and more optimistic. The news made everyone start chattering excitedly despite Maverick, Rooster, and Bob’s attempts to keep them quiet.
“Guys, come on she’s still asleep.” Bob pleads, feeling bad that the entire group has burst in and started making a racket.
“I was asleep until Fanboy started talking. His inside voice is any normal person’s outside voice.” Your tired voice has every head snapping to look at you as you peel your eyes open and smile.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Maverick asks, approaching your bedside and brushing a loose piece of hair away from your face.
“Feeling good, Mav.” You say, grinning up at your godfather as he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away to allow the others to say hi.
“You’re one tough kid aren’t you, Bradshaw?” Hangman teases, ruffling your hair as you laugh, swatting at his hand.
“Sorry, Jake. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You fire back as he shakes his head, chuckling before the others push him aside to talk to you. You spent time talking to all the members of Dagger Squad as Maverick and Rooster watched on with a fond smile as you asked the team to sign either the cast on your arm or leg. Both Rooster and Maverick were overjoyed that you were doing better, and they could hope that you’d be able to come home soon and that you’d be back to doing the things you love.
Bradley Bradshaw had already lost so much in his life so the time you were unconscious in the hospital bed were the most painful hours of his life. Wondering if he was about to add his little sister to the list of people he’s lost in his lifetime. He’d never been so relieved to see you awake in his life when you finally did. He vowed from that moment on that he was never going to take any moments with any of his loved ones for granted. He wanted to appreciate every moment he had with those he cared for in case something like this happened again. But for now, instead of dwelling on what could have been, he found himself smiling at the fact you’d be around to be his pain in the ass baby sister a bit longer.
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positivelyevans · 1 year
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animekpopsimp · 2 years
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Their Voice lines About You (As Their Sister)
Albedo
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"Ah, you've met my sister? (Y/N) and I are quite alike, at least that's what I think. We work well together."
Amber
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"Ah, you ran into my sister on the way here? I'm glad you got to meet her. My little sister is great, you know, she looks up to me a lot. It makes me proud, she'll be a great knight someday, I'm sure of it!"
Iito
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"Oh, (Y/N)! Yeah, she's my sister! Isn't she awesome, she's almost as strong as I am! Don't tell her I said that.
Barbara
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"Oh, you want to know more about (Y/N)? Well of course I'll tell you. We've been close since we were little, I always felt responsible for taking care of her. I just can't help but worry about her, she can be so reckless sometimes."
Beidou
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"(Y/N) is always full of energy and ready to explore. I guess I've rubbed off on her. I'm proud of her, she's almost as strong as I am. Though she hasn't beaten me in a battle yet."
Diluc
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"Oh, if you aren't too busy traveler, I'd like to ask you for a favor. Would you mind checking on my sister, she always tends to rush in to danger. Who's (Y/N)? Oh yes, you haven't met her yet, she's my little sister. She seems to think nothing can hurt her. It would be a big help if you checked to make sure she hasn't gotten herself injured."
Jean
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"So you're asking about (Y/N). I'm assuming the two of you crossed paths already. I'm sure you can tell, but she's extremely kind. She's always helping the people of Mondstat, and she always makes sure to check on me. She's a wonderful little sister, I feel bad for worrying her so much."
Kaeya
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"Oh, (Y/N) sent you to check on me? I should have expected that. She always worries about me like she's my mother. Please, tell her not to, she's going to stress herself out for no reason, she's always had such a big heart.
Razor
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"Razor...loves (Y/N). (Y/N) is Razor's family, Razor will protect her."
,Venti
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"Oh yeah! I've never told you about my sister, have I? She's a lot like me. We both really love music. Both of us get along really well. I hope you can meet her soon.
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rachaelswrites · 2 years
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Reckless
Wanda Maximoff x Sister!reader
Word Count: 726
Requested By: Anonymous
Heyo! Can you write something where the reader is injured in a fight and Wanda, her sister, saves her?
Warnings: Some language and mentions of injures (not descriptive)
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“Shit,” you hissed as the bullet grazed the side of your head. You knew going out on this mission would be extremely risky but you thought you could handle it. FRIDAY hadn’t mentioned that on top of the two arms dealers the Avengers had been tracking, there would also be about five more lower level guys you had to deal with as well. You could handle two guys but seven? You should have backed down but you wanted to make the team proud and show them you can be an Avenger for real. Not just a sidekick.
As the gunfire rang in your ears and bullets passed by you, you found a small storage closet and hid to buy yourself time to think how to get out alive.
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Back at the compound, your older sister Wanda was looking all over for you. It wasn’t rare that you were somewhere she couldn’t find you but normally, someone else had a clue about where you were off to but today, no one did. She didn’t go to FRIDAY often to check on you since she trusted you to be smart but she was getting worried. She went down to Tony’s lab and asked the AI if she knew where you went off to.
“FRIDAY, have you seen Y/n?” Wanda asked.
The computer took a second before responding, “Miss Y/n Maximoff left about two hours ago. She was headed to Texas.”
“What was she doing going there?”
“She is attempting to take down the Liontooth arms dealers. She has not checked in in about an hour.”
Wanda took a second to process what she was just told before she left the room and the compound entirely to go and hunt you down. Wanda knew how dangerous this group was and the fact that you went by yourself was something she couldn’t comprehend. You weren’t the kind of kid to go off and do something stupid like this. She was angry at you for leaving on a mission without telling anyone but also at herself for not realizing sooner what was going on.
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You didn’t know how long you had been hiding in the closet but you still weren’t found. You could hear voices and footsteps right outside the door so you didn’t dare try to leave where you were. You decided to wait it out and just slip out once it was nightfall.
All of a sudden, there was a loud commotion and then silence. Even though something inside of you said it was safe for you to leave, you didn’t want to leave the room you were in. You kept listening to see if you could hear anything that would tell you what was on the other side of the door. At first, there was nothing but then, you heard your sister’s voice calling out for you.
“Y/n? Are you here Y/n?” she called. She was looking for you. After she was able to take down the dealers, her next thought was on you and if you were safe. She hadn’t seen any signs of you anywhere until a door burst open and you ran to her, nearly knocking her over.
“Y/n what were you thinking?” Wanda asked as she pulled you into a tight hug. She could already tell you were injured and in pain but she was just glad you were alive and in front of her.
“I’m sorry I thought I could do it,” you said, trying to not cry in front of her.
“Look at me,” Wanda said, taking a step away from you and cupping your face in her hands, “Please, don’t do that again. I was worried about you and now look at you. You’re hurt,” she gently moved her hand up to the side of your head where a bullet had grazed by your head.
“Can we just go?” you asked, “And you can save the lecture for the way back home?”
“Fine,” she said, starting to lead you out of the building, “But don’t think you can get away with this. What you did was reckless but I'm glad you’re okay.”
“And I’m glad you came and got me,” you said, looking up at her.
“Of course I did. You’re my little sister and it’s my job to protect you. No matter what it is.”
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