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staytinyville · 2 years

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Righteous

part 1 part 2 PART 3 part 4 part 5

Reiner Braun Soulmate AU

- Soulmate AU (childhood friends to lovers. afab!reader. The entire chapter is flashbacks. Soft!Reiner. Depressed!Reiner. Clueless Children.)

cw: Season Four Spoilers (specifically episode 3 : The Door of Hope)

If we wanna make it back, this is our only hope. Once our mission is done. We can go home. I can go home and be with (y/n).

The small alleyway between the buildings was humid, the heat from the cement rolling off in waves. (y/n) pulled the sleeves of her sweater down as she waited for someone to turn up along with her. The meeting was over, the girl having ran out to get to the designated meeting spot.

They had to be talking a bit while everyone gathered their things. Lots of congratulations going around and good lucks. She would catch up with her dad for sure. But for now she was waiting for someone to talk with them one last time.

And she beamed when she saw him casually walk through the alley, trying not to dirty his uniform from whatever dirty could be on the side of the buildings.

"Hi." (y/n) smiled, hands clenching onto something.

"Hi, (n/n)." Reiner smiled, scratching the back of his head in a shy manner. He suddenly looked down at her, his eyes taking a sad look and smile turning into a sad one with them.

"I leave tomorrow." (y/n)'s lips frowned, but quickly tried to cover it.

"I know." She answered him. "Please be careful!"

Reiner stumbled back a bit as (y/n) drove her body forward, arms wrapping around the boy's middle. He sadly smiled, pulling an arm around her as the other landed on her head.

"I'll try to be." He whispered.

"Besides, I have something to come back to anyways!" He exclaimed, pulling her at arms length to look at her. She had tears but suddenly smiled up at him.

"Yeah! You have to come back! So we can get married and live together!"

"Of course! I'm going to get us a big house! So mom can live with us too!" Reiner told her equally enthusiastic.

(y/n)'s hand clenched onto the item it held, her mind suddenly remembering about it.

"Oh, I got this for you!" She pulled on a chain, a ring hanging on the string. "Made sure to put it on a necklace so you don't loose it!"

Reiner looked at the gift with wide eyes, hand slowly reaching out to touch the dangling jewelry.

"You didn't have to." He said with a soft smile. He gingerly touched the necklace, the girl letting go as the ring fell into his palm.

"I wanted to." (y/n) smiled. "Now we can match."

The girl giggled, pulling the chain she had bought to put the ring Reiner gave her on. As she moved to display the two rings together, her shoulders sagged and her smile fell into a sad one.

"You're my best friend, Reiner." She said somberly. "And I want you to come back."

Reiner's eyes twinkled as (y/n) looked up at him. He gave her a small smile back, gripping tightly onto the ring her got.

"You're mine too." He spoke. "Don't tell Bertolt, though."

"I'll see you at the docks tomorrow, okay. I'll be sure to wave you off!" (y/n) giggled, the boys cheeks flushing.

"I'd like that."

There was a small pause, (y/n) looking up at Reiner as she tried to come up with what to say. Instead though, she quickly leaned forward, her lips touching Reiner's in a fast paced manner. Reiner's face suddenly went hot, the boy not reacting to the kiss on time and just freezing as he was stunned.

"I love you, Reiner." She told him softly, the statement causing the boy to come back to Earth.

"I love you too, (y/n)."

And just as she had told him, she waved at him. Her hand raised high as she stood on another dock, away from the Eldians telling the warriors goodbye. Reiner gave a small smile, hand waving back as he saw her looking frantic to make sure he saw her.

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She finished off the letter with another small heart, her name placed off to the side as she read over what she wrote. It talked about her day; talked about how much she remembers of Reiner and how she realized her feelings for him.

She sighed, folding the paper neatly and placing it inside an envelope. Her door opened, footsteps pounding as a little girl giggled as she looked around her older sister's room. She peaked her head over the desk, eyes glancing over all the papers that had neat calligraphy.

"What are you writing, sissy?" Her 5 year old sister asked, trying to get on her toes to look closer.

"A letter, (s/n)." (y/n) answered, sealing the envelope up with wax and reaching over to place them in a box on her desk. Her fingers rolled through all the other letters, three years worth.

"To a boy!?" (y/n) laughed, as another one of her sisters walked up to her, the girl a bit taller at the age of 8.

"Yes, to a boy."

"Who's Reiner?"

"(B/n)! Why are you snooping!?" (y/n) panicked, hearing the 12 year-olds deeper voice. He had a messed up letter in his hand, the name at the top still clear though.

"Isn't that the name of that one Eldian boy who father said got the armored titan?"

"It's none of your business." (y/n) scold, snatching the paper out of his hand and crumbling it back up to place back in the trash.

"Are you writing him love letters? Isn't he on the island of devils right now?" The two younger girls watched as their older siblings argued with wide eyes.

"Don't touch my things." (y/n) sneered.

"I would stop while you're ahead of yourself. Father would never let you be with an Eldian boy. A titan shifter no less." (B/n) said in an uptight matter, the boy folding his arms over one another.

"Don't tell anyone." (y/n) said in a threatening tone.

"I don't need to entertain myself with girlish things. I have more important things to do than play with emotions."

"Like what? You're just a 12 year-old boy."(S/n) spoke, a finger to her chin in thought.

"I shall have you know, father has started educating me to be part of the Maryleyan army! He says he's going to get me into the high positions once I come of age!" (b/n) mocked.

"There's no benefit in that." (y/n) deadpanned to her brother.

"Wrong!" He retorted. "I get to help my country."

"The same one who treats its people like trash." (y/n) whispered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, (b/n)." She said, moving around her room to gather some of the mess left laying around. "Go back to your war strategies. I'm busy."

She sat down at her desk, moving back to pick up all her stationary things and place them in their designated areas.

"I'm being serious, (y/n)." (b/n) told her, his tone going down. "If your boy does come back and father somehow lets you be with him."

"He only has so long left to live. It's been 6 years. He's reaching the half point of his life."

The boys footsteps bounced off the walls as he walked out of his sister's room, the girl giggling to themselves as they went to play in the room. The teen's shoulders sagged, glancing at all the notes she had. It was a subconscious thing, moving to rub at her pinky with the skin marked.

She swallowed, picturing what Reiner could possibly be going through at the moment. It had been three years, she knew trying to get the founding titan was going to take a while, but what if there was a slim chance of him not coming back.

No, she told herself. After all she would know if he was gone or not.

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"Good day cadets. My name is (y/n) (l/n). I am going to be your new advisor." The girl told the new class of Warrior candidates. "I will be the one making sure you are all in top shape for being a warrior candidate. If I see you have failed to meet certain requirements, I will be forced to eliminate you from the list."

"With that being said, if you wish to inherit a titan, my advice to you: Work your ass off."

The cadets, who ranged from the ages of 6 to 12, all gave the girl a bow. Commander Magath stood off to the side, making sure the young girl wouldn't do anything he didn't like. She tried much too hard to get into this position; her father clearly having a hand in getting it for her.

She was the youngest applicant, but she had been exposed and educated since a young age. While she didn't have any field experience, she had knowledge of everything. So she was the most capable candidate. That didn't stop Magath in thinking it odd that she was the only female to want the position.

(y/n) went over the list of the candidates that were left over since they started the program once more. The old advisor had retired leaving the spot open; and (y/n) was quick to apply to it. Well, quick to beg her father for help in securing the position. The age limit was 18, and she was only 16. She had to prove she was smarter than the others, but she wasn't going to stop at nothing to get the position. Her one goal in mind was to reach a spot where she could be with Reiner. It was a selfish reason but it was her reason.

She had asked the kids to pair up and spar, trying to make out the skills that each one currently had. It was her way of weeding out those who had a chance of progressing and who didn't. She caught a name, standing in front of the girl who was trying to keep up with a bigger boy.

She was panting-sweating- but she didn't seem to stop throwing punches at the boy. He was getting annoyed with the little girl, his face twisting into one of irritation. (y/n) watched as he was about to strike her one more time, but the little girl moved and tackled the boy to the ground; a growl coming from her mouth.

"Gabi Braun." She looked up, getting off the boy who was angrily huffing on the ground. The 8 year old girl stood at attention, saluting the older girl who called for her.

"Why are you here?" (y/n) asked, her body language trying to make her look intimidating. She couldn't be soft; someone would be onto her if she was.

"I'm here to be the next holder of the Armored Titan!" The girl shouted.

(y/n)'s mouth twitched, trying her best to not show her emotions to them.

"The Armored Titan? Why that one?"

"Because my cousin is currently the one who has it! And I want to be just like him."

(y/n)'s shoulders dropped, but her expression stayed the same. She looked at the girl with an emotionless face, left hand clenching as a way to keep her anger down.

It's how they do things. One of these kids are gonna take it anyways. Why make a big deal if it was another Braun? It is a big deal. She was going to give up Reiner much quicker. He had a shorter life because they had to give the titan to someone else before he died.

That was if he made it back.

"Is that so?" (y/n) spoke to Gabi. She looked around watching as the boy Gabi was gone and it was just them two in that area.

"I think the Cart Titan is pretty cool. The Jaw Titan is also very useful as well."

"You think titans are cool?" Gabi asked in astonishment, eyes twinkling up at the girl.

"Of course. They help Marley fight off the bad guys." She told the girl. "Also it would be pretty cool to have their powers."

"It's very cool!" Gabi exclaimed.

"Why didn't you get a titan?" She asked in an innocent manner.

"Because she's not Eldian." The girls turned to the voice who spoke, a much taller boy with slicked back hair walking up to them.

Gabi frowned her eyebrows, looking back at (y/n). The woman had her head tilted away, but her lips were pulled into a frown.

"You're Marleyan?" Gabi asked, questioning what Porco had told them.

"I am." (y/n) answered. "I wouldn't be in this position if I wasn't."

Porco glared down at the girl, but she didn't pay him any mind; having gotten used to his temperament.

"Well, I'll try to make it for you! I'll try to get the titan!"

"Good luck to you, then, Braun." (y/n) gave her a closed eyed smile. "I'm sure you can do it."

(y/n) began to walk away from the girl, going back to watching over the other kids. Porco walked behind her, hands in his pockets.

"Why are you here, (y/n)?"

(y/n) didn't turn, instead looking at her clipboard to look at names and faces of the candidates.

"To help my country." Porco snorted.

"You really think I'm going to believe that? What a load of bullshit."

(y/n) abruptly stopped, turning to face Porco with a glare.

"What's it matter if it is a load of bullshit?" She asked him. The boy only started down at her.

"Your opinion in invalid to me." She twisted on her heel but Porco spoke once more.

"I know." He said. "About you and Reiner."

(y/n) suddenly turned back around and gripped onto the boy's arm, dragging him away from the field and towards a more secluded spot.

"Don't go talking out your ass, Galliard." (y/n) glared. "I can remind you, you're still in the unit. One word from me and you're out."

"As if you have that power. You might have it over the younger ones but I'm the one who trains them. They need me to mold their little heads."

"You really think Reiner would want to be with a Marleyan? After what his father did?" Porco glared. "Even if he did, no one would allow you to be with him. You're a princess; Reiner is just the peasant."

"What do you know?"

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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2 - Capital Call

Part 3

Victor's Daughter

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I roll over in my bed finding a letter laying on the table from my father. Opening it I smiled since this is the first one he's sent me since last year. "Dear Y/n, I miss you. We both know what day is coming, the Reaping. I talked with some of my friends and they told me that you should be safe once again. Two more years my baby girl and this will no longer be needed. Attached is something that made me think of you, I love you remember that always - your father." Tearing something off the envelope I unrolled it to see a small ring with a rose designed into the top of it. He had told me in one of our earlier letters that my birth mother liked roses so I slip it on my right ring finger weakly smiling.

Brushing my hair I changed into a simple green dress looking to the time on the clock before my mother enters the room. "I wish you luck, my girl." I hugged her and she tucks hair behind my ear smiling. "You're growing up to look so closely to your mother." I smiled hearing the bell ringing outside for everyone to head to the center of town for the Reaping. I twist the fabric of my dress standing in the lime before getting my finger pricked drawing blood to sign in. Foosteps approached beside so I glanced over seeing its Katniss with her brown hair up in a bun. Fear written all over her face but I knew it wasn't at the possibility of her name getting picked. It was for Prim. She turned twelve this year meaning this was her first year that her name could be drawn from the bowl. We reached the others group of girls our age right as I take her hand in mine.

She intertwined her hand in mine before I saw Gale who mouths something to her I don't know before the microphone gets hit by the announcer woman in a pink dress and bows, Effie Tricket my father spoke. "Welcome, happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" I bite my lip not liking how much pride she had in her tone. She's been living in the Capital and doesn't know what it's like to lose someone you love or have to kill people. My mother told me that when I was a baby and my father was around he would sleep with a knife in his hands. Too afraid that someone would kill him or baby me in the middle of the night. "Now the time has come to select one caraguois young man and woman. For the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first." I squeeze Katniss's hand closing my eyes and praying it's not who we think.

"Primrose Everdeeen!" Effie announced through the microphone. I gasped feeling some tears slip out. Opening my eyes I watched in honor as everyone around her turned to stare at her. Prim ever so slowly started walking towards the stage. Katniss pushed her way through the people. Capital guards started to hold her back as her sister spun on her feet. "I volunteer, I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute!" Katniss hit a guard shouting the words no one has ever said in our district. It was common in districts like in 1 and 2. Katniss hugged her sister to her chest telling her to leave but she refused so I break through the crowd with Gale following after me. "Prim, you need to go. We need to go." I try pulling her arm but she plants her feet into the dirt. "I don't want to Y/n." Gale finally picked her up and she reached out for her sister screaming.

I started to follow them but the two guards hold me back grabbing my forearms. I raise my eyebrows at them before two other guards lead Katniss up onto the stage. Effie returned to the microphone ordering the guards. "Bring them both up please." Me, why me. Prim is hugging her mother tight as Gale mouths something up to me. The guards released me as I shake my head confused back towards him. "And now for the boys, Peeta Mellark." The guards escorted the blonde haired boy up onto the stage. Effie smiled resting her hands on their shoulders to the crowd. "Our tributes from District 12. Katniss Everdeeen and Peeta Mellark!" Effie turned her head back towards me directing with her right hand. I slowly stepped forward where she rested her arm over my shoulder still smiling. "And Y/n L/n shall go to the Capital to watch own our presidents granddaughter!" My mind is going like crazy hearing her say that. Something like this has never been done before. The only reason someone went to the Capital was to go into the games. Glancing down to my finger they took blood from I bawl it into a fist. Dad and I always feared that they might figure out our secret through my blood. I just never imagined it would be two years before I wouldn't have to worry about it. But I especially never thought I'd be going to the Capital.

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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My Human, My Sunshine - Part 1

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon

Word count: 5194

Summary: Mammon finds himself lost in the human world. Meanwhile, MC can't get ahold of Solomon, their phone dead silent.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: My first writing piece for Obey Me! It's kind of a long one so I recommend you grab a snack or two during it. While this part is occupied by a good amount of text messages between Mammon and someone else, I'm already thinking of writing a part 2 which will have way more dialogue. In the meantime, please enjoy this little scenario I came up with after listening to a song that set me in an angsty mood. :)

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Wet. Cold. Exhausted. And completely lost.

Mammon felt all of those, and yet, his legs kept on marching into the dead of night, his jacket covering his head despite being too drenched to protect him from the rain anymore. Each time a droplet of water came rolling on his cheek, his wrist would come to brush it off, and Mammon would let out an annoyed groan. If only there were any shops open, but the city was definitely asleep. He was thankful for the crashing sound of the rain on the ground around him, along with the smell of the wet asphalt keeping himself awake, otherwise, he surely would have gone crazy by now. The demon had even lost count of how many hours he had been wandering through the streets, how many mailboxes he had checked, how few passersby he had come across, only to receive negative answers to his questions.

And so Mammon kept on walking, not sure where to go next. But he felt sure of one thing: he wouldn't stop moving until he had found what he was looking for. Be there rain, or no rain. Lost or not.

"Tch, the human world's weather really sucks..."

As he walked on the pavement, his brow furrowed from the lack of new clues as to where his destination was supposed to be. His eyes caught sight of a bakery he had already walked by earlier during the day, its gentle light piercing the darkness that had been accompanying him for far too long now. Mammon's brow furrowed slightly at the sight- he knew he had gone in circles time and time again, but seeing it confirmed once more rubbed him the wrong way. Despite that, he decided to walk towards it, and took shelter under the entrance's porch. Surely the owners wouldn't mind him checking his phone for a few minutes, right? Right.

Pinching between his fingers the precious D.D.D. he had tucked under his shirt to protect it from the rain, Mammon looked at the map again. His stomach dropped for the upteenth time upon seeing the address still showing in his search bar, the letters and numbers taunting him. A knot formed in his throat as he tried his best not to scream at his screen.

"It wasn't there, you idiot..."

His mouth formed into an angry pout. Mammon looked into the list of potential addresses he had made throughout the day, and all had been crossed out. He felt his jaw clench- not only was he left with no addresses, no other clues, no humans to help him, but also that stupid rain surely would keep on falling for the rest of the night.

He was truly cursed.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!" Mammon groaned, his free hand reaching upward to grab at his hair in frustration.

Yes... that was a good question. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could ask help from any of his brothers, or from the angels. It had already been a miracle a witch he knew accepted to snuck him into the human world without anyone knowing, but there was no way he'd get any more help from her without offering his own life in exchange. And contacting Solomon was absolutely out of the question, for his own obvious reasons that he still was suspicious of the guy.

For the longest time in a while, Mammon felt alone. More alone than he had ever been before. He had promised himself to go on this search on his own, stupidly thinking that it'd be over by the end of the day, and look where that got him. Lost in the human world, on the verge of catching some nasty human virus from all this rain that had poured on him, and without anyone by his side.

The grip on his phone tightened, the hand holding it shaking slightly as the anger was starting to consume the demon. Even Mammon's patience had its limits, and he was starting to reach it.

"Dammit, where the hell are ya-"

A pathetic yelp escaped his mouth as he looked in fear at his phone, which had buzzed for a very short second in his palm. Wait, was it a notification? But from who? He had taken all the necessary precautions before leaving, so who was still able to reach his number?

His mind ran through all possibilities as he quickly checked his screen, the name of the sender making him open his eyes wide.

Leviathan: Mammon!!

Leviathan: Where are you???

Leviathan: You promised me you'd play this new game with me after coming home from RAD, don't tell me you forgot?? It's been HOURS.

Leviathan: Also the others say they can't reach your DDD and Lucifer is seriously pissed!

Leviathan: And I know you didn't break your DDD, that wouldn't explain why I can send texts now and the others still can't. Even though mine didn't work before.

Leviathan: But do you know how much time and effort it took me to find a way to bypass a blocked number?? Well guess what, the same amount of hours since you broke your promise!

Leviathan: You're reading this, right? Then send something! Anything!

Mammon backed even more into the porch of the shop, his eyes stuck to the screen of his phone. All of the blood rushing to his head suddenly made him forget he was cold in the first place. Of course Levi would be the first to find a way to contact him.

The demon's chest rose as he breathed in heavily, his hands slowly wrapping around the phone. It took him a hot minute to get ahold of his trembling fingers so as to not make any typos, his mind debating whether responding was a good idea or not, even as he hit the send button.

Mammon: Sorry Levi, gonna have to postpone the gaming session.

Mammon: I got business elsewhere and I'm not sure when I'll come back home, if ever.

Leviathan: Ew stop sounding so gloomy, you're almost starting to sound like me and tbh it would be kinda creepy.

Leviathan: That still doesn't tell me where you are! I know it's like a common thing for you to get into shady stuff on a regular basis but even Lucifer seems concerned, and weirdly enough he's not even trying to hide it???

Leviathan: He's been pacing back and forth in the common room for 20 minutes and won't let go of his phone it's starting to creep me out.

Leviathan: Hey huh, if you really were in big trouble you'd let us know, right? Like, even by typing a secret message to let us know that you got kidnapped or whatever?

Leviathan: Nevermind, I really don't see why you'd even get kidnapped, so it HAS to be that you chose to disappear by yourself.

Leviathan: But anyway! It's been 2 months now since everyone's been acting weird and I've seen and heard you enough to CLEARLY see that you're getting worse but finding trouble with witches or whatever won't help you feel better. And yes I know you've been faking being fine the entire time!! Don't think you can fool me!!

Leviathan: Believe me and the hundreds of figurines I bought!! I thought they'd help and it's somehow doing nothing, I feel like the worst fraud of an otaku EVER!!! How can I call myself an otaku when I can't even find joy anymore in the things that make an otaku what he is??

Leviathan: It's like I'm losing my identity! Wait no screw that, it's not just me, we've all been losing it!!

The three dots of a message being typed disappeared and reappeared, and Mammon couldn't do anything but watch the messages of his brother pop up one after another on his screen. A sense of guilt surfaced inside of him, and it only made him frown. It's not as if he hadn't thought about asking Levi for help, before getting himself into this mess... but for both of their sakes, he had decided that it had to be him coming here, and only him.

But suddenly, just as he expected his brother to send another message, the three dots disappeared, and didn't come back right away. Mammon's focus on his phone increased at the unexplained absence of new texts from Levi, and he waited, expecting him to continue the chain of messages he had started. But nothing followed.

It wasn't in Levi's habits to suddenly stop texting in the middle of a flood of texts. The demon gripped his phone tighter, worry beginning to grow within his mind. Was it because they were in different worlds that their phones couldn't reach properly? Or worse- had Lucifer found him out?

His heart almost skipped a beat as the three dots reappeared under his eyes, before letting another message pop up.

Leviathan: wait

Leviathan: waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait

Leviathan: OMG NO WAY

Leviathan: MAMMON TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING

Mammon: I literally haven't said anything?

Leviathan: YOU PERFECTLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Leviathan: DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE IN THE HUMAN WORLD RN??

Shit.

How did he even find out?! Well... he could only assume that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out where Mammon could have gone if not anywhere in the Devildom, but still, why did Levi have to type it out? His plan was supposed to be flawless after all.

Mammon: Sorry bro, I can't say where I am.

Mammon: I know Lucifer's bound to check all of your DDDs sooner or later and that's only gonna help him find me.

Mammon: And like I said, I have something to do, so I can't come back.

Leviathan: Wait! I'll delete all of our messages, and I'll even destroy my DDD if it means you tell me why you're there

Leviathan: Actually no don't even answer, there can only be one reason you took that kind of risk

Leviathan: Is it... because of MC?

Upon reading their name again, Mammon felt his stomach sink. The eyes of the Avatar of Greed closed almost instantly as if to avoid reading it, the damp air whistling through his teeth as he breathed in deeply. Of course Levi would figure that out too. Any of his brothers could have.

The demon leaned his head against the wall behind him, his eyes opening and staring into nothing as he contemplated telling Levi about his plan. It wasn't as if he had any backup plans considering the situation he was in, after all. And Levi had the advantage of being at home, and having access to technology and magic that could improve his search further. But the thought of Lucifer figuring everything out still haunted him, making the hair on his skin stand straight.

And yet... At this point, he had nothing else to lose.

Mammon: Ya gotta promise not to tell anyone about this.

Leviathan: Who do you take me for? I'm not a snitch!

Leviathan: Especially if it's about MC.

Leviathan: But huh... what about Lucifer? You know that if when he finds out you went to the human world, he's going to kill you.

Mammon: Fuck Lucifer.

Mammon: I'm tired of hearin' him say he's "taking care of it". He clearly knows something but won't tell any of us and I'm tired of not getting any news from MC since they left the Devildom 2 months ago.

Mammon: And what's with his excuse about them not havin' their DDD anymore to contact us? I call that a load of bullshit.

Mammon: Something weird happened and Lucifer's too stuck-up to let us know what it is.

Mammon: So I'm done waiting around to see when they'll come back, or IF they'll even come back. So I'm going to get them myself.

Mammon: Problem is, I went to MC's place, and they weren't there. Their neighbor told me that they moved out a while ago with, get this, "a guy with white hair".

Leviathan: ??????? Solomon?????

Mammon: I'd bet my Demonio and all the things I possess that it's him.

Mammon: Not only Lucifer's in on this secret thing about MC, but Solomon too. I've already booked him an appointment with my fists if he did anythin' to them.

Mammon: Hell, even Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be in it too, which sucks even bigger time.

Mammon: So that means it's just us 6 who don't know shit. I wasn't about to play nice and dumb for Lucifer any longer.

Leviathan: Mammon

Leviathan: I never thought I'd ever write something like that to YOU

Leviathan: but

Leviathan: you sound super cool rn!! That just makes me wish I could have gone too!!

Leviathan: Pleasepleaseplease let me help!!! I'm also worried about MC and I miss having them here. The atmosphere at the house has sucked ever since we realized we couldn't text or call them anymore and I huh... kinda miss seeing them around the others too.

For a split second, Mammon considered taking a screenshot of Levi's last message to sell it as "the proof that the Avatar of Envy can control his jealousy!", but now wasn't the time for that. He had Levi's approval for helping him find the whereabouts of MC, and that's all he needed at the moment. He hadn't even noticed his lips turning into a small grin upon reading his brother offering his support.

Mammon: Alright Levi listen.

Mammon: All I'm tryin' right now is to find where MC might be.

Mammon: I don't think they left the place I'm at, but I ain't about to search at every damn house there is here. Would take too much time anyway.

Mammon: So can ya use your shut-in powers and figure somethin' out? Like I don't know, catch their human phone's signal or whatever through hacking?

Leviathan: Lol? I'll let you know it's not because I spend my entire days in my room that I know how to find a human phone!

Leviathan: I know how to hack yeah, but I don't know how to hack human technology! Not that I maybe tried once or twice and it resulted in failure each time.

Leviathan: But huh... I could try?

Leviathan: Let me ask Satan if we could use magic too.

Mammon: Satan? Levi, are you stupid? Last thing we want is to get more people to know about what I'm doing.

Leviathan: Oh huh yeaaaah, about that.

Leviathan: I should have told you sooner, but when I stopped answering earlier it's because Satan caught me texting you.

Leviathan: But he actually knew you had left to the human world! So we don't have to worry! He's on our side... obviously.

Mammon: Then the two of you get on it.

Mammon: And don't catch Lucifer's attention.

Leviathan: Yeah!

Leviathan: I'll let you know when we've found something.

Leviathan: BRB!

And then just like earlier, Levi's texts stopped appearing on his screen. A sigh left Mammon's lips as he closed his eyes, and the demon allowed his body to slide against the wall behind him until he was sitting on the ground. As he stretched out his sore body, the second-born finally realized that after two whole months of not getting to hear MC's voice, seeing their smile, getting to touch them... he had gotten closer to finding them, all thanks to his brothers. He had let Lucifer's intimidation get the best of him throughout all this time, but not anymore. No matter whether his older brother would catch wind of where he was, and what he was doing, Mammon would never stop trying to bring back MC where they belonged. With him, in the Devildom, back with the family they had found and grown to love.

Closing the messaging app with his thumb, the picture of MC he had set as his D.D.D. background seemed to radiate like the sun. How dared them all try to separate his human from their first man? From the one who'd they come to whenever they had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep? The demon who'd hug them as tight as possible in their bed after a long day at RAD? The one who'd had the chance to fall asleep with them, getting the absolute honor of seeing their face so close to his, and who'd protect their dreams from any bad thoughts and scary nightmares?

The anxiety that Mammon had worn on his face all day slowly disappeared, and a small smile was placed upon it instead as his eyes met MC's in the picture.

"I'm almost there. Ya just gotta be patient a little more."

I'll find ya.

Time went on as Mammon waited for any news of Levi and Satan's research. The rain showed no sign of clearing soon, and the demon was starting to doze off after spending his entire day without taking a single break. He could have almost fallen asleep if it hadn't been for the owner of the bakery opening the door to close his shop and asking him to sit somewhere else. So Mammon moved from one spot to another, and took shelter near another store instead.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting on the stone steps he had sat on, his phone's screen flashed a bright light as a new notification from Levi appeared from the top. Quickly passing his wrist on his tired eyes, Mammon tapped on the new message at the speed of light. The contents made him gasp, and for a second, he had almost forgotten how to breathe, as his now wide-open eyes were glued on the content of the message.

A full-on address, along with a picture of the place.

Mammon instantly stood up at the sight of the picture, the memories of his day resurfacing in a flash. He remembered very clearly seeing this particular building sometime during his search- its height had been making it stand out very easily amongst the other buildings in the city. Nobody couldn't mistake it with anything else.

Mammon: This is it?

Leviathan: Yeah, we placed down a map and confirmed it was there.

Leviathan: Satan actually found a book in his room with a spell that can help find a person's specific item with just some of their DNA.

Leviathan: So we went to MC's room and found some hair that Satan used for the spell, along with his phone so it could narrow down the list of MC's items.

Leviathan: I didn't think Satan's room could look even more of a mess, but he spent 10 minutes shoveling through his collection and now you can't even see the floor or his bed anymore lol

Leviathan: Anyway now that you got what you wanted, go and check if MC is there!

Mammon felt his legs move on their own as he flipped his jacket above his head and stepped under the rain again, a confident grin now brightly adorning his face as he typed on his phone to reply.

Mammon: Thanks Levi. I'll owe ya one.

Leviathan: Find MC and bring them back. Then you can consider us even.

Mammon nodded, a newfound hope filling his entire body and mind. After confirming that Levi had ceased texting him, the demon turned the phone off. He opened his hand to drop it on the wet floor, and let his right foot crash down upon it, the object almost breaking in half. Mammon promptly gathered in his hand the shattered item, now completely unusable, and threw it down a nearby sewer before letting his excitement take the best of him and sprint further in the direction of the building from the picture. At least, now Lucifer wouldn't be able to track him down with it if Levi and Satan got caught.

The more distance he covered, the more Mammon could swear he was about to take on his demon form at any moment. The thoughts of MC began to fill his head even more, as if they were the one pushing him to find them, to get to them as soon as possible. For the first time in 2 months, Mammon felt truly alive.

"Almost there. The Great Mammon's coming for ya, MC!!" he let out in the form of an encouragement to himself, his legs having found their energy again as his form was engulfed further into the city.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Anxiously pacing around the room, their head low and their phone in their hands, MC was growing more and more impatient. They were supposed to receive an update from Solomon about three hours earlier in the form of a phone call, but no matter the amount of messages they'd spent in the hopes of the wizard finally answering them, all they received was a dreadful silence. Grabbing a nearby chair, they let their body fall onto the seat as their fingers typed yet another message. They couldn't really understand how they had come to grow so persistent when it came to getting Solomon to reply to them, but having no other person to talk to ever since they left the Devildom 2 months prior would do that to anyone, they assumed.

'Solomon, sorry, I know I'm sending a lot of texts, but you said you'd visit today and I'm starting to be worried and... honestly a bit lonely. I thought going out today would help, but I just sat in the park for an hour before going back home and not doing much of the day.'

'You were supposed to meet with other wizards today, right? I hope nothing bad happened. But in case you're alright, all I'm asking is just one reply to at least get some sort of human connection. Not that I had a lot of it in the past few months.'

They felt their throat tighten upon writing their last sentence, feeling the frustration spilling out of their own words right back into their face. But who could blame them?

2 months without seeing, hearing, or even texting their friends back in the Devildom. 2 months without receiving a single visit from Luke or Simeon. 2 months spent exclusively with the company of Solomon, who had been acting strange ever since and had made them move out of their home under the excuse that it was to "train them at magic in a more private setting". But more importantly... those had been 2 months without having Mammon around, and MC would lie if they said they hadn't spent several nights crying themself to sleep, wondering how the demon was dealing with their absence.

The memories of their latest departure from the Devildom played in their head like a movie as they placed a hand on their forehead. Everything had seemed alright at the time, with them getting to say their usual goodbyes to the brothers, wishing to see them again once the new year at RAD would start, foolishly thinking that they'd get to spend their time hearing their voices on a daily basis once they were back in the human world. And before they could understand, their DDD had been taken from them, Solomon had been more present in their life than ever before, and for a reason they still couldn't grasp, it was as if the brothers had vanished from their life completely. No news whatsoever. Complete radio silence.

Just thinking back to this period, and how they could have probably caught that something was up as soon as Diavolo asked for their DDD after the brothers had left... it just made them want to puke.

But nothing could make them want to do so as much as the long-awaited reply of Solomon appearing on their screen.

'Hi MC. I'm deeply sorry I couldn't get ahold of you throughout the day. I won't be able to visit you today, since my services are still required here. Besides, it's getting late. I recommend you go have a good night's sleep as soon as possible.'

'If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to come back tomorrow. Then, we'll be able to go walk wherever you want. How does that sound?'

'I need to be going, but I shall wish you a good night. Take care, MC.'

And just as quickly as he had answered, Solomon went silent again. Leaving them in this apartment they had grown to hate, this prison cell he had put them in. A place where no fun could be found for them. MC didn't even bother sending anything else after that.

Their head sunk even lower, until their forehead slowly met with the hard surface of the dinner table. The phone faceplanted onto the wood as MC's hands turned into hard fists, a deep groan shaking the walls of their throat. It was hard not to let the tears escape their eyes, but instead, they opted to punch the table several times as hard as they could, until they felt their anger diminish.

How long was Solomon going to act ignorant towards them? How long was he going to ignore their pleas to get news from the Devildom, anything that would let them know why they couldn't contact the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos? Even if the lords had been in some sort of trouble... they'd still find time to talk to their human, right? There was no way Mammon, the one they loved, wouldn't try to reach them one way or another... right?

Him who had been so clingy in such an adorable way every time they'd be at the House of Lamentation, he who had revealed to them that there wasn't a single day where his thoughts wouldn't drift to them no matter how hard he tried...

No. No amount of important duties would explain why Mammon of all demons, would ignore them like that.

They missed his antics. His entire being. The warmth he'd bring them each time he'd hold their hand before tucking his face into their neck like a pouting child, desperately trying to sneak one or two kisses in there, in the hopes he'd get to hear that sweet giggle of them. It wasn't for nothing that Lucifer had come to name them the chaotic duo of the House of Lamentation. They were two parts of a whole.

And yet, the world had dared to separate them. And MC was tired, oh so tired of not having their other half near them. The only feeling they had left, was one of pure desperation to see their greedy demon.

"I'm not asking for much... even a single word would do." MC replied to no one as they turned their head to rest their cheek onto the table. They closed their eyes, the anger slowly being replaced by a profound exhaustion. Could they really do nothing but act normal around Solomon, and accept that this was now their new life? No demons, no angels, just... humans around them?

Before they could slap the thought away, a loud banging coming from the entrance door made them straighten in their seat, their head turning towards the hallway in a panic. Their heart pounded inside their chest as the banging seemed to go on forever, until they used the back of their chair to push themself up, their legs shaking.

"S...Solomon?" They asked, way too silently for anyone to hear, and fully knowing that the person behind the door couldn't be the wizard.

As if they were waiting for an answer, MC stood there, their hand grasped onto the chair. The banging was insistent, demanding, angry. At this time of night, there were few reasons they could think why someone would mistreat their door in such a way, and MC wasn't sure they wanted to find the reason for it.

That is, until the person behind the door finally let their voice be heard.

"Oi, MC! Ya can hear me right?! Come on, open the door!"

It didn't take long for MC to let the familiar voice enter their ears, and it took less time for them to nearly stumble over the chair as their legs moved in a hurry to lead them towards the door as quickly as possible. Their hands messily trying to open the locks on the door, they were sure their mind had just played a trick on them, and the person outside was going to leave them completely disappointed, but they didn't care. This voice they could only remember so well despite the time since they had last heard it, was simply inviting them to open the door, to check for themselves whether it was true, or just a nasty joke played by their brain.

But as the last lock was undone, and the door was swung open, MC couldn't do anything but just stand there, their mouth agape.

Mammon kept on drawing breaths, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and drops of rain falling from his clothes onto the floor below, so much so that it had started to create a small puddle underneath him. As if the person who opened the door wasn't the one he expected, the demon took a step back, letting his eyes wander up and down on the human he had in front of him, almost in an attempt to check if it was really them. He too, couldn't stop his mouth from hanging open at the sight.

The two of them just stood there for a few seconds, taken by so many emotions at once that they weren't sure what to do. But right as Mammon took a step forward, his mouth opening some more to let out words that he so desperately had wanted to say for so long now, MC's face contorted into one of pure sadness before they rushed towards him. Mammon greedily welcomed them into his arms as they jumped and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, and their legs around his waist. They buried their face into his neck, the warmth of their tears mixing with the rain on his skin.

His embrace only tightened even more as they mumbled his name amidst broken sobs, the sound ever so close to his ear that even though he had his eyes firmly closed, he might have cried on the spot too. But he had found them. He had them in his arms again. After what had seemed like a million years, finally, they were back where they belonged, and he was back with his human.

Almost as if they were about to be pulled away from him, Mammon placed a hand on the back of their head, wanting to protect their entire being from harm no matter the cost. He still wasn't sure why it had taken so long for him to reunite with them despite the obstacles, but at the present moment, nothing else could matter.

The lord had finally found them, and he wasn't about to let anyone interfer between their happiness once more.

"I ain't letting you go." He whispered through gritted teeth, his head lowering into their shoulder. "Ever again."

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years

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I know you already wrote 2 soulmate body switch fics. And this isn’t really a request unless you want it to be. But I was thinking about a version of this that I think you’d appreciate.

I’m imagining it for Ace or Sabo, where the reader is a member of the Revolutionary Army or Whitebeard pirates respectively, so when they switch bodies, Ace and Sabo are reunited 🥺😭 that’s all i really have to say, but I’m gonna keep day dreaming about it because I’ll never forgive oda for not letting them meet again 😩

That idea is amazingg omg i needed to write before i went to bed 😩 and yes, i'll never forgive oda for killing ace, and for killing ace before he could meet sabo again (or at least know he's alive ugh) oda, pay for our therapy!

You were part of the Revolutionary Army since you were young, around the same time Sabo joined too. Ever since then, you, Koala and him where very close friends. It was hard having free time being part of the RA, but it was New Year’s Eve, the three of you were docked at an island, so you decided it’d be a good idea to relax and celebrate the holiday.

— And maybe next year I’ll finally meet my soulmate. — you said, before the toast with your best friends. — I’m sure it will happen next year.

— Don’t rush it, I didn’t meet mine yet, and it’s alright. Koala didn’t met hers either yet either. — Sabo giggled. — There’s still time.

— I know, but feels like it will never happen... — you sighed, then you heard the people at the bar starting the countdown. — It’s almost midnight!

You forgot about the soulmate subject, and just decided to party, drink a bit, and rest a little during the two days off. You waited long enough to meet this person, you were sure you could wait more.

The first day of the year was already over, and you went to bed early this time not just because of your hangover, but also because you’d sail first thing in the morning.

You opened your eyes feeling a lot better, but instead of waking up at the hotel room you were sharing with Koala, you were alone in a bed you don’t remember seeing before. Feeling freaked out thinking some enemy took you while you were asleep, your first thought was to get up and get a weapon before leaving the room and explore. But as soon as you jumped out of the bed, you noticed the body was different than yours, the shorts weren’t yours, and that belt with the letter “A” for sure wasn’t yours.

Then it hit you. You finally switched bodies with your soulmate! After waiting for so long and almost losing hope! You just needed to find out who this man is, and you also needed to contact Sabo somehow. What if this man was someone dangerous? If he found out you were part of the RA, it wouldn’t be good.

You left the room and there was also lots of noises outside, with men laughing and talking. Some man greeted you, calling you “second commander”; you just smiled back, trying not to raise any suspicions.

When you finally found a bathroom with a mirror, you notice how handsome your soulmate was, with dark hair, freckles, and a tattoo on his arm. You kept looking at the reflection, just appreciating how cute he was. He wasn’t just a good looking man, but you remembered the wanted poster you saw once, that man was Portgas D. Ace, also known as Fire Fist Ace, part of the Whitebeard Pirates. Now the “second commander” made sense.

— Ace, are you okay yoi? You’ve been here for a long time. Is it hangover? — someone knocked on the door.

— I’m fine. — you replied quickly. — Just give me a minute.

When the footsteps were far, you took a deep breath. Whitebeard was indeed a powerful man, he probably could help you somehow.

You walked towards the deck, only to find Edward Newgate sitting outside. That man was huge and intimidating, way more intimidating than any other pirate you ever met so far. You were nervous, but approached him anyway.

— Good morning, son! — he smile. — So, any luck with your soulmate yet? If not, don’t worry. I told you, it will happen eventually and there’s no rush.

It was not the interaction you were expecting, and when the man noticed your eyes wide open in surprise and the cheeks getting red, he just knew.

— You’re not Ace, are you? — he asked, you shook your head as a “no”. He didn’t seem angry, he seemed quite curious. — Then tell me more about yourself, let’s find a way for you two to switch back soon.

You said you were part of the Revolutionary Army, the island you were before you woke up in Ace’s body, and also that by now, your friends would be on their way to the next mission.

While the Moby Dick rushed trying to find the RA ship, you had the opportunity to talk to Whitebeard and his crew. The men were very curious, asking questions about your life, how you looked like, and then started telling everything about Ace. The crew told you how your soulmate fell asleep out of the blue, how he ate a lot, was very kind, hot headed with no pun intended, and little things they knew about his life. Some of the men said you were very lucky to have him as your other half.

It was the middle of the night when you spotted the ship docked at the same island. As you got closer, you were able to see three people talking.

— There! They’re still there! — you said excitedly, not just so you could switch back to your body, but also because you couldn’t wait to finally meet your soulmate.

When the Moby Dick docked, you ran towards the ship as fast as you could.

— I told you I'm not saying my name, I don’t even know who you are. — you heard a familiar voice say. — I’ll call Dragon and see what he can do about it. What a bad timing for (Y/N) to find their soulmate.

— I already told you, my name is Ace! — someone replied. — I need to find my crew! Look, we can stay here the whole night, but make it simple and just let’s try to solve this! I know they're with the Whitebeard Pirates!

You followed the voice, smiling.

When Sabo first laid his eyes on your, or well, on Ace, his eyes widened, jaw dropped and he went silent for what felt like ages. You, Ace and Koala got worried, and started shaking the blonde, expecting a reaction from him. What made him act so strange?

— Sabo… — you asked, holding him by his shoulder and gently shaking the man. — Are you okay? What happened?

— It’s you… It’s Ace. You’re Ace. — he said, not even blinking while looking at you, and feeling the teardrops fall down his cheeks. — I remember now. I remember everything! You’re my brother!

You looked at the raven haired boy, who seemed to be just as surprised, while you just wanted to know what is going on. Sabo had a brother and never told you about him?

— Wait, your name is Sabo? My brother Sabo? — he bit his lip to avoid crying, approaching the blonde. — You’re… You’re Alive!

They hugged each other so tight and let the tears fall. It felt like nothing around them existed. You and Koala just heard the sobs, not knowing what was happening, but you didn’t have the heart to interrupt this moment. It probably meant something very important to them.

— Luffy and I, we thought you were dead. — Ace said, trying to breathe between the sobs. — I can’t believe you’re alive.

— I forgot so many things for years, I didn’t remember anything from our childhood. — he took a deep breath. — But now I saw you and remembered everything.

They had this moment for a long time, crying and laughing, laughing and crying again. When they finally explained everything, it felt like a story out of some movie, and all you could say was “wow”.

— Wait, we need to switch back… — Ace said. — We need to kiss!

— Do you think this is going to work? We just met… What if… — he interrupted you.

— Don’t worry, we can try anyway. And if it doesn’t work, we just try again as many times we need.

You looked at Sabo and Koala, who were standing looking at both of you, also curious if this was going to work or not.

— Oh, okay. — the blonde broke the silence, starting to walk to get in the ship. — We’ll leave you two alone. See you guys later.

When you and Ace were finally alone, you two moved closer, just looking at each other for a while, feeling his breath so close. Your hands were cold, your heart was beating fast and your mouth was getting dry. Before you could think much, he stole the kiss, softly and gently at first as if he was simply asking for permission, but then it became so intense and passionate. It felt like the man wanted to hold you so tight and savor every second of it, afraid it was just a dream.

— I spent so many years of my life feeling like I wasn’t worth of love, so it wasn’t hard to fall for you. — he whispered. — You’re my soulmate, I guess I loved you before we even met.

#one piece #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Can we please get more Prince Friedrich? Maybe meeting his family

Prince Friedrich | The sweet taste of sin

I had few informations so I let my fantasy take the control. I hope you like it, otherwise write me and I’ll do something else for you😘

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Summary: Kinda the Sequel of “Prince Friedrich | Jealousy” Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia come at the end of the season to see their son and meet y/n Bridgerton, the lady who had taken the heart of the Prince, but there is more…

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Bridgerton!reader

A/N: so I made some researches about our lovely prince Friedrich and I found out that he never become a king because he was the cousin of the actual King, and now everything makes sense to me. Also, I’ve learned that the Prince’s and Duchess’ marriage wasn’t a happy one, because they didn’t love each other :( Prince Luois Charles should be dead, he died three years after Friedrich birth, but it would be too much complicated so we are going to pretend that we sucks in history and none of us knew it, alright? ;D

warnings: my english :)

PREQUEL 1 - PREQUEL 2

Here we are, the end of another scandalous London season.

Surely, it has not been boring for everyone. We had found out the diamond of the season, and found out that sometime a pearl can take the most requested heart.

The Duke and Duchess of Hastings are organizing evrything for the last ball of the season, how many scandals it will bring to us?

There are rumors about a separation between the two; was their love just a flame that with the first rain had been turned off?

Well, what we know is that the Duchess’ sister, Miss Y/n, is still enjoying her newborn love with her Charming Prince, and I am more then happy for them.

It seems that Duchess Frederica and Prince Louis Charles of Prussia are coming to visit our lovely Queen Charlotte and their son, Prince Friedrich, is this the only reason? Lady Y/n Bridgerton had been seen quite nervous in these days, fear to meet your future father and mother in law, dear?

What I know far now is that the Prince hasn’t proposed yet, and this could bring doubts in the mind of a young Lady in love. Instead of walking between the streets of the city, the Prince had invited her to see the Palace’s garden more often, but don’t be surprise if you find yourself in front of them; it must be remember that Lady Bridgerton is still one of us, she can’t stay away from her normality too much.

I ask myself what the Royal Family will think about that...will they accept her or they will take the Prince away to return in Prussia and found themself a wife for him?

When it will happen, I’ll be the first to find out. But no need to worry our future Princess, you will charm the Duchess and the Prince as you had charmed Prince Friedrich.

“‘Normality’? Now being normal it’s bad’“ you said offended looking the paper in your hands.

“I am sure she meant nothing bad, my dear.” said your mother sweetly sit in front of you. You were drinking tea at the park all together, your family and Friedrich. He insisted to spend time with them to know all your brothers and sisters, and you couldn’t be more than happy. There were times when Hyacinth and Gregory weren’t polite and quiet as all of you, but he didn’t mind instead he started to play with them or just listen what they had to say.

“There is nothing to worry about, Y/n. In this months I learned to ignore Lady Whistledown’s words if they are not nice things toward someone.” Friedrich said resting his hand on yours that was on the table. You smiled to thank him turning to focuse on the paper resting now on the table in front of you.

“Lady Whistledown had written only good things about you two, sister. I think she likes you, together.” Colin said standing behind your mother chair looking the children in the park.

“Yes, I know...” your voice was a whisper and yu weren’t sure if he had heard you, but you couldn’t move away your eyes from Lady Whistledown’s words. Will Friedrich’s parents accept me? I am not a princess, how can they like me?

Since you knew about their arrival the doubts started to hunt you day and night. The dram of thr last night kept repeting in your mind; you had arrived at the Palace to meet Friedrich, but in the Great Hall you had seen him and Cressida getting married telling the guards to take you away. You knew she would be a better princess then you; she had the behave and the submission that you had never had. You couldn’t deny thet they would be a perfect couple together, but yet he had chosen you and the fear that he might see the mistake he had done when you’ll meet his parents scared you.

The Prince saw a shadow crossing your face while everyone started talking again. You were in your own world with the eyes focused on nowhere and an empty smile on your face.

“I would like to take Miss Y/n for a walk, if you agree Miss Bridgerton.” said Friedrich kindly. Hearing your name woke you up from your trance looking him first and then your mother.

“Of course you can, Prince Friedrich. Y/n is not the one who likes stay sit for a long time.” she said happy. He had always made sure to have her approvation for everything you did together; he valued her thoughts as much as Anthony’s.

“You are right, mother. I find the walks very healthy, indeed.” you took Friedrichìs hand that was kindly offered by him to help you to stand up. Intertwining your right arm with his, you started to walk hearing the footsteps of his guards behind you. They never left him evem when you had lunch at your house, but you didn’t mind, it was for his own safety and you didn’t want anything to happen to him.

After a while, when your family was out of hearing, he took an orange lily at his right and raised it in front of your face. “A flower for your thoughs.”

You took the beautiful flower in your hand with the first true smile of the day. “Thank you, my Prince. I am sorry if I’ve been revelead to not be a good company today; just...”

“Thoughs.” he finished your sentence understanding. It had already happened sometime that the two of you finished each other’s phrases; it was lovely for the other people and funny for you. “They might be about what Lady Whistledown wrote? When you call me ‘my Prince’ means that something if wrong.”

You brought the flower at your nose to smell its perfume. “Well, I like how it sounds, my Prince.” you smiled amused seeing him lowering his head and laughing. “But it’s not just that. Lady Whistledown had been in our life since months now, I’m used at her words...” you took a breath looking around. “Your father and mother are coming... They might expect that the one who took the Prince’s interest is at least a princess as well, but they are going to see that I am just...me.”

“I stop you here, dear.” he stopped in the middle of the little bridge of the park bringing you in front of him. “They don’t expect nothing if not what my letters said about you, and you know who they are going to see?” he took the flower from your hands breaking the stem and slowly putting the lily in your hair over your ear. His hands made you feel butterfly in your stomach; you didn’t know what your body desired, but you were sure that the little few times he had touched you weren’t enough. “They’ll see that the woman who took my heart is the most clever, beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. Because this, my dear Y/n...” he brought your hands to his mouth kissing them sweetly making you blush with a shy smile on your face. “is who you are.”

“I do not know what I did to deserve your heart, Friedrich, but you took mine long time ago, and I know there are no safest hands that could hold it.” you both stepped closer at the same time finding yourself with only few inches between your bodies. Your chest were almost touching, his breath a little above your lips and your hands still in his big ones. His big blue eyes didn’t leave yours, looking for few seconds your sweet smile.

“I promise you that I will take care of it as you are taking care of mine.” after a while still looking in each other’s eyes, you started to walk again laughing and joking and at the end of the day you felt more relaxed.

You slept all night, and when in the morning Mary, your waitress, came to wake you up you had almost forgotten Lady Whistledown’s words and you were ready to see Friedrich and apologies for the behave you had the day before. You were worry for nothing, even when Mary dressed you and styled your hair who you saw in the mirror was a Lady who looked like a swan in her dress.

When you entered in the living room all the eyes were on you; your brothers stood up quickly while your mother hid something behind the pillow of the couch. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes sister.” “Nothing wrong.” “You look nice in that dress.” they said almost at the same time nervously.

“You are odd.” you said shaking your head and walking toward your mother. “What is happening?”

“I have to tell you something, my dear. Sit down, here.” you sit on the couch beside your mother still confused by the reaction of everyone. “You see, we had found out a thing...you don’t have to-”

“The Duchess and the Prince are here in London!” yelled Hyacinth excited. Your breath froze, the air seemed to be stone because you coudln’t move and all your eyes could focus on was your mother in front of you who now was yelling at your little sister.

“Mama, tell me they are not the Duchess and the Prince of Prussia.” she looked at you sorry trying to find the right words to calm you. “Brothers! Tell me they are not.”

Benedict and Colin ran away from the room closing the door behind them and blocking Anthony with you. He turned around with a nervous smile on his face studying your body language. Impossible. You have grown up hiding your true feelings, with a smile on your face and ready to nod whenever you didn't share the same ideas of your interlocutor because you were a woman, and you had to appear polite not smart. But in a family like yours you couldn’t care less, indeed Anthony could see the bright light of the fear in your eyes.

“Yes, dear sister, the Duchess and Prince of Prussia are arrived tonight. Lady Whistledown talked about it in her morning paper.” he said walking toward the couch that was in front of the one you and your mother were sitting on.

“S-so they’re here.” you looked your mother terrified. “Friedrich said that they would have spent the first few days at the palace or around the city, so I don’t need to worry for now.”

The door opened and one of your manservant enterd in hurry. “Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton...” he bowed to all of you. “Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia have requested your presence tonight to dine with them at the Palace.” your eyes got wider froze on your seat unable to say something. “And...Duchess Frederica had requested your presence personally, Miss Bridgerton. She wish to know you better and...talk.”

His and your mother’s eyes were fixed on you while Anthony looked in your direction with the corner of his eyes trying to not laugh at your terrified face. “Tell them we will be there.”

The manservant bowed and walked away closing the door behind him. That day all the housemaids, waitress and waiters had the orders to help Anthony, Lady Violet and you in any ways possible to male sure that you would be ready for the dinner with the Royal family. No one questioned your absence around the house, they were all to busy to notice it.

You were in your room, sit on your bed looking the wall opposite of you with Mary beside the mirror waiting for your orders. Nothing was worse than think that all your time with Friedrich, all your laughs and your conversations could be swept away just with a worng word, awkward movement or with the wrog dress.

The fear of losing Friedrich was more painful than you expected. It wasn’t because he was a Prince, no you couldn’t care less about his title when there were just the two of you together. You liked his company, his humor and you had a thing for his voice; sometime happened that he told you thing in german making you loose your mind. You felt save around him, and it wasn’t because the guards always with him, but you knew that he would never let something happen to you; he would protect you with his own body if neccessary. And then, there was the physical part; you liked his eyes, his curly blonde hair, you liked his being taller and muscular than you, you liked when his big hands took yours or when he would put his hand on your wait during a dance. He made you feel strange feelings in your body, feelings you could not tell anyone about.

You..you loved him? What was love? Love was the one that shared your father and mother; love was the feeling that kept together your family; love was Simon who married your sister to not let her fall in a scandal; maybe love was Colin who would refuse to dance with any ladies to dance with Penelope... you were sure that love was the smile on your mother’s face at the wedding of Daphne and Simon.

Was love the flower in your hair? Was love the book on your bedside table that had a sweet note from Friedrich? Was love the fact that he forbide to you and your family to bow when you meet? Was love the shivers you felt on your back everytime you were extremely close to him? Or when he spoke in your ear?

You weren’t sure if what you felt was love, maybe the love arrived after the marriage, or maybe after the first child, but something strong must precede it, right? The same strong feeling you felt inside your chest all the time you thought about him. If it was love, if there were a thiny little chance that what you felt was the true love that mother used to talk about then you had to fight and keep it. No Prince, no Duchess and no Queen could take it away until you said so.

You stood up walking in front of the wardrobe opening it and then turned around to look at Mary whose eyes were already on you. “Mary, I want to look like a princess, tonight.”

“I promise you, Miss Bridgerton, you will be the most beautiful Princess that the world had ever seen.” she said smiling and starting to search the right dress among the ones that your mother made you buy from the modist.

“I’m fine with just the England and Prussia.” you smirked slyly.

Hours passed and finally you were ready to take the carriage with your brother and your mother. Benedict spoke to you before your departure, complimeting your beauty and reassuring you that everything would be fine.

He was right, you were beautiful. Your dress, long and bright blue Bridgerton had gems on the top and the bottom was simple but elegant. You didn’t want to wear to much jewerly, they weren’t your type, so instead you decide to wear a necklace choker with a small diamond in it. Your long arms were free and around your shoulder was a shawl of a colour little more lighter than your dress.

When the door of the throne room opened in fron of you the nervouness made you almost faint. Sit on the thrones were Queen Charlotte and a beautiful woman you suspected to be the Duchess; Friedrich was standing beside the Queen and his father beside his mother.

“Your Majesties: Lady Viole Bridgerton, her son Lord Anthony Bridgerton and her daughter, Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” the guard announced you. You three walked toward the throne smiling even thought you didn’t know who to look at, so you watched the Queen and the Duchess until the end and then, before bowing, you looked at your Prince who was already looking at you and both of you smiled at each other.

Staying bowed in front of the Queen felt like the day you’ve got present to her along with Daphne, but this time Prince Friedrich was there and coming to your side he offered you a hand. You took it and stood up smiling at him. Even thought you charmed him with everything you did, he didn’t want to see you bow in front of him; it seemed like everytime you did it a wall grew up between you two.

“Your Majesties, it’s a honor to all of us to meet you.” said your brother raising up beside you with your mother.

The Duchess stood up and with her husband walked toward you. You couldn’t read their expression at all. The Duchess was a beautiful woman with long blonde curly hair and the Prince was as tall as his son with white hair and a kind face.

You smiled trying to relase your nerves, they both seemed kind and Friedrich spoke about them a lot so yoi kinda knew that they weren’t difficult people, but still their looks made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Friedrich didn’t give justice at your beauty, sweetheart.” the Duchess said smiling allowing you to leave a breath of relief.

“You are too kind, Your Grace.” you smiled shyly. You didn't know what to say or what to do, should you say a compliment as well?

"It's a pleasure meet you, Miss Bridgerton. My son talked a lot about you, all good thing of course.” said his father smiling and kissing your hand.

“I’m flattered, Your Grace. I hope Prince Friedrich didn’t lie too much.” they laughed and invited you and your family into the dining room. You and Friedrich walked together behind your brother and his father and in front of your mothers while the Queen led you through the halls.

“Prince Friedrich?” he asked looking at you with a eyebrow raised offering his arm to walk closer.

“They are the Duchess and Prince of Prussia, I cannot call their son by his first name. It’s inappropriate!” you said amused intertwining your arms together, enjoying that little touch.

“Are you nervous?” he asked kindly giving a quick look behind; your mothers were speaking together whispering and looking at the two of you.

“Why should I? There is my brother, and there is you at my side. I have everything I need right now.” you miled seeing his face light up.

“Then I promise you I will never leave your side until you order me so.” he took your chair like a gentleman helping you to sit and then he sat beside you.

“I think you will have to keep your promise for a long time, Friedrich.” you gave him a sweet smile before looking the others at the table.

The Duchess was sit in front of you beside your mother, you were between Friedrich and your brother while the Queen and the Prince were at the two heads of the table. You offered a smile to everyone noticing that the Duchess’ smile never left her face while you spoke.

They made you questions, what you liked to do, where you met Friedrich and the Prince asked you to tell them about your travel with Colin leaving you surprise by such kindness and curiosity. Friedrich took every chance to speak with you and your mother, wanting to make both feel comfortable, but the Duchess commited herself in a lot of conversation with you.

Once the dinner was ended you hoped that you and Friedrich could have time to walk away like usual, but the Duchess surprised you again.

“Miss Bridgerton, can I have the honor to walk with you a little?” she asked making your eyes grew wider. Friedrich tried to say something but his mother sushed him. “Don’t worry Friedrich, I only want to know her without you men around. Come sweetheart, you can show me the garden.”

You gave a smile to Friedrich trying to reassure more yourself than him. You walked with the Duchess out of the dining room with two guards behind you. “Your Grace...just know that the honor is mine...” you said shyly trying to break that silent.

“Please we are alone, call me Frederica now. My husband is the one who follows the rules.” she took your arm kindly, but you could feel that it was different from when was Friedrich the one who took it.

“I am not sure if I can do it, Duchess.” your sincerity made her laugh.

“Friedrich told me that. You are really a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“I hope so, You Gra-F...Frederica.” you got out into the garden. The moon was full illuminating all the flowers and the fountains.

“You learn fast! Come, sit down with me. Here, good.” you sat confused starting to wonder the real reason of that walk. “Now, I wished to speak with you alone for a long time.” you nodded to let her keep going. “My son is a charming man, and many women fell for him even before knowing his title. Hi’s handsome, I’m aware of that, but still his heart is kind and big and it’s my duty as a mother to make sure that it will not break for the wrong person. So, I can trust you and leaving his heart in your hands?”

“Of course you can, Your Grace. I have no desire to make Friedrich unhappy or even break his heart. I would never, never do such thing. ” your heart was beating faster and faster afraid that one wrong word and the Duchess would walk away forbidding you to see her son again.

“Good! You can come back to my son then, I’m sure he is worried for you. I’ll stay here to enjoy this beautiful night.” she said relaxed looking the sky. You watched her astonished...did she really believed you? Didn’t she need a speech or a proof?

She seemed so in peace with herself, like that was the happiest moment in her life. You could run away, you could return to your Prince and spend time with him. It was what your body wanted, indeed your legs made you stooding up and walking away. Few steps and your consciouness made you stop, you couldn’t leave her there with just those words.

“Your Grace...” she looked at you like she was already expecting it. “My father died when I was little...I don’t have many memories with him, he was a busy man, but I knew he loved all of us.” she smiled sweetly taking your hand to make you sit again. “I grew up with the stories of my mother about how much they loved each other. It was my favorite tale when I was little and my biggest dream now...you see, I don’t know what is love, I don’t know how to recognise it, but I promised to myself that I would have married for love, the same love that my father felt for my mother and vice versa, the same love that keep my mother waking up every morning alone in the same bed she once shared with the love of her life.” the Queen had tears in her eyes with a hand in front of her mouth. “In your son I found a friend, I found someone with who I can share interests and hobbies. He makes me feel above the moon, and I hope I do the same at him...I don’t know if this is love, but I assure you that nothing will change my feelings for him and could God never forgive me if I will break his heart.”

She hugged you, strongly and warm as your mother was used to do. It didn’t feel strange that the Duchess of Prussia was hugging you, it felt like a second mother. “My marriage was not for love, but I made sure that Friedrich knew the meaning of it. My biggest desire is that a day he would have what I didn’t, and I think I can trust you, dear Y/n.” she smiled wiping away the few tears she had on her cheeks. “Go, we have made my son waiting enough.” you returned inside laughing with the Duchess leaving all of the people inside the living room speechless. “Oh, hi honey. I’m sorry if we did late, you two will make up for the lost time in these days. Now it’s late, should we going to sleep?”

“I agree, Your Grace. Come Y/n, it’s quite a long journey.” said your mother standing up from the couch looking for Anthony who was speaking with the Prince.

“At this time the street are dangerous, Lady Bridgerton. Are you sure you don’t need some guard with you?” asked Queen Charlotte concerned.

“Thank you, Your Highness, but I have to refuse your offer.” Anthony said bowing and taking his hat.

“Such nosense! The Palace has hundreds rooms at least, you could stay here for the night.” Prince Louis suggested looking Anthony for his approval.

“It’s too much, Price Louis. We don’t want to disturb Your Highness even more.” he said polite looking the Queen.

You and Friedrich shared a confused look, what if you would spend the night there? You could see him in the morning and maybe he would walk you at home to stay together longer.

“In some way or another Lady Bridgerton we are destined to be family...” the Queen said looking at you and Friedrich quickly making you both blush. “So I don’t see any problem to let you sleep here for a night. Prince Friedrich wuold never forgive me if something happens to you.”

With astonishment in the face of all of you Bridgerton, the waitress showed you the rooms where you would stay. All the three of you got separeted at some point and you had no idea where were the rooms of your brother and your mother; you didn’t even know where you were.

Your room was huge, full of paintings and books. There was a canopy bed in front of you, the blankets were white, pure as a flower that must be took yet; just like you.

You let your hair free from all the haripins, the long waves caressed your back while you let the dress fell down. You took the corset away, breathing again like you had been drowing; you would sleep in your petticoat that was of the colour of your dress.

Once the curtains were closed, you were ready to go to sleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. Sure that it was your brother or your mother you went to open it before gasping in surprise. Friedrich was in front of you, not in his usual uniform, but with a simple beige shirt and black pants.

“Y-your Gr...I mean Friedrich. I didn’t expect you to come here.” you were afraid; afraid of how easyly seemed in that moment to fall and commit a sin without being seen, and you couldn’t let it happen.

“I know, I am sorry to disturb you. I wanted to make sure if you were ok...I don’t know what you and my mother talked about...” he said smiling. You let out a breath; of course he wasn’t there to tempt you, his intentions were true and it wasn’t his fault if you felt such strange feelings inside you. He wasn’t aware of the battle your body was having with your mind.

“You are so kind, Friedrich. I am more than fine, your mother is really the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” you offered him a smile. “I thank you for your though, but it would be not appropriate if some one see us here alone...”

“I-I know and it was not my intention to insult you in any way coming here. It felt strange being in the same place but not being together...I missed you, Y/n.” you felt your heart melt at his words making you close the door behind you so that you were in the desert hall together.

You took his hand bringing it to your cheek. You close your eyes for few moments enjoying his warm against your skin. “I missed you too, Friedrich, but I had to assure your mother with some business.”

You smiled to each other while he came closer to you with a step. You had never imagined that being at the same distance as when you dance would be different if you two were alone. There was no reason to stop, there was no reason to compose yourself if no one would be able to see you, and you were scared that there was nothing to hold your body to take what it craved so much.

He kissed your hair letting your forehead restin on each other. You noticed that his breath had got heavier just as yours and you had to close your eyes to focus on the situation and not on his lips so close to yours.

He cleared his throat caressing your cheek with his thumb. “A proper gentleman would leave, wishing you a good night and telling you he would wait the morning to come so he could see you again.”

“And a true Lady would thank you for your words and praying to the morning to come faster so that the hours spent alone wouldn’t be too much.” you whispered taking big breath. You felt something tickling inside your stomach, your legs shaking and shivers were emanated from his other hand that now was gently rested on your hip.

“Can...can you hear someone approacing? Listen carefully.” both of you staied silent trying to control your breaths so that you could hear better.

No noise arrived at your ears, only the whisper of the night that brought sinful suggest. You shaked your head slowly, not wanting to break the silent that was hugging you, hiding your bodies from the people out there.

He opened his mouths few times, trying to say something but the words died in his throat. He was distracted by so many things...your skin under his hand, the blush on your cheeks... he was drunk of your parfume and your breath on his lips was like a magnet to him; a magnet too strong for his own soul.

He brought his lips on yours, slowly and kindly, leading you on the street of the pleasure. Your body was completely under his control; your hands went to caress his hair while his hand that was on your cheek lowered slowly on your neck. His thumb kept moving on your skin while the hand went on the back of your neck, knowing that you would not be the first to break the kiss, but keeping your body hypnotized by his touch.

He kept his movement slow even when the kiss got deeper. You were sure he knew what he was doing, because when you felt your legs shaking even more he made your back rest on the door closed behind you.

Your body knew what to do, your lips moved with his like it was something you had done every day, and oh god you wished you could. Now that you had tasted him, now that you were feeling his lips on yours and his hands touching your body like he never did, you wanted more. You were sure that you couldn’t have enough of him from that day on, because once you know the sweet taste of a sin, you can’t stop.

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visenyavires · 3 years

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Bleed Not For Death, But For Love

Chapter 3: Devotion, You Shall Have

Warning: Blood and sorta NSFW scene ahead!!!

I stare at myself in my vanity (like I had the time to) trying to figure out what to wear, how to do my hair, and honestly, how to compose myself. She called me “My Darling” in the letter she just left for me, rather than by my name. Maybe it was a new pet name? I honestly couldn’t tell, but I am freaking out on the inside about it. Did she pick up on my subtle hint of admiration I gave her in the Hall of Ablution? My mind is absolutely racing as I snap out of my dissociation trance and put on a plain, black, full-length dress, and pull my hair half up. I throw on some black heels that I bought in Italy as well and check to make sure I look presentable in the mirror. I pull a few wisps of hair down to frame my face elegantly and leave my chambers. It's about a 3-minute walk from my room to hers, but 2 if I speed walk. I walk quickly but also try to avoid being out of breath by the time I reach her chambers. “Draga Mea…,” her voice echoes in my mind as well as the image of her bathing in the thick, ruby liquid. I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m actually beginning to obsess over it.

I reach her chamber door and the smell of ambrosia and hand-rolled cigarettes reaches my nose. I take a deep breath in and savor the atmosphere it creates before I raise my hand to knock.

“Come in, dear,” I hear her coax from behind the door embossed with a large, golden house sigil. I open the door to see her standing at the balcony, a wine glass in one hand and a freshly lit cigarette in the other. She’s wearing a long, black gown very similar to the one she normally wears with red roses for her brooch that matches her scarlet lips. She is still wearing her iconic sun hat with the wide brim and her pearl necklace with her house sigil as the pendant. She takes a long drag from her cigarette and exhales slowly before turning and walking to the left to reveal a glass of red wine sitting on a small table, untouched as well as two chairs, one larger than the other.

“Have a seat,” she commands, but not harshly. I do as I’m told and she hands me the glass of wine. I make eye contact with her as she sits in the larger chair opposite me and she takes another drag from her cigarette before speaking.

“Do you know why I summoned you here tonight, Y/N?” She asked with that slight commanding tongue. She lets her hand with her cigarette hang loosely. I stifle a shudder, hoping I didn’t mess anything up.

“No, my Lady, I’m afraid I don’t,” I say as I look down at the wine glass I’m holding in my lap.

“As the Grand Chambermaid, there are some things you need to know,” she begins.

“First, you need to know that I have extremely high expectations, which is why no one here chose to step up to the position you have claimed. Second, you need to understand that these expectations are strict. There is very little room to change the order and manner I desire them to be done. Given that you had no time to prepare for today, yet you still exceeded those expectations, I want to reward you with some of my finest red blend.” She said, her tone softening only a little bit.

“I also wanted to make you aware that as my Grand Chambermaid, your orders come straight from me and no one else.” Her tone had a hint of darkness in it and made me wonder what happened at her meeting today.

“Even Mother Miranda?” I ask, hoping I didn’t step out of line. She takes a second to pause, clearly trying to make up her mind on if this is something she really wants to go through with.

“You are an outsider of the village, you do not need to take orders from her. I am the one paying your salary, so you are mine and mine alone,” she declares possessively.

“Yes my Lady, I shall only take orders from you,” I nod, keeping eye contact.

“That’s a good girl,” she purrs and leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, relaxing. I exhale silently, but heavily. She’s playing with me, I can feel it. I was so sure I was in trouble for a moment. I bring the wine glass to my nose and sniff the aged liquid before I take a sip. It’s possibly the best wine I’ve ever tasted. Her eyes are glued to me as I lower my glass and smile.

“This is divine, my Lady. I’ve never had anything quite like it.” I say, trying not to be too ecstatic about it.

“That’s because it’s my own blend,” she says, her chin tilting up and her eyes staying locked on me. She’s proud, and I’m impressed.

“There’s no blood in that specific blend. That is the kind I sell to mortals. My personal favorite is my Sanguis Virginis. It’s not for human consumption,” she states with a serious tone. I take another sip and sit back in my own chair, trying to mimic her body language.

“I didn’t know you ran a wine business, my Lady,” I say, indicating that I would like to hear more. She has kept her eyes on me the entire time, watching my every move. She ignores my invitation to talk more about it, she seems to have other plans.

“The other reason I summoned you here tonight is that I have a long-standing tradition with my willing Grand Chambermaids,” she says huskily. My breath catches as she draws one last drag from her cigarette before she leans forward to put it out. She takes a sip of her “wine” and relaxes in her seat again.

“You spoke earlier about devotion and loyalty. I want to know how far you’re willing to go,” she states with a hint of challenge in her tone. Now she’s testing me. She’s making it very obvious that she knows what I desire. I could only come up with one answer, and for once, my anxiety didn’t stop me from speaking.

“How far do you want me to go?” I asked, rather bravely. To this, she grins somewhat wickedly. Her golden eyes turn glassy and I suddenly realize… she’s hungry.

I stand and set my glass of wine down, my heart racing. I know she can sense it. She uncrosses her legs, sits at the edge of her chair, and reaches her gloved hand out for me to take. I slip her glove off to reveal an elegant hand with sharp, scarlet red nails. She turns her palm upward to grab my hand and pulls me between her legs up to the edge of the seat, her skirt is the only thing that separates me from her skin. I stand only a few inches taller than her seated form and her mouth is perfectly aligned with the middle of my neck. My heart pounds, her eyes fixate on my pulse point. Our faces are mere inches apart and she looks up slowly to meet my infatuated stare. I see thick desire meshed with hunger in her eyes, and I know she sees how much I want this.

She rests her gloved hand on the small of my back and watches herself caress my neck with her nails before returning her gaze up to mine. I get chills all over my body.

“Devotion, you shall have,” I say huskily. She grins and lets out a vocal sigh of pleasure, almost a laugh. I close my eyes as she takes a sharp nail and slices into my neck ever so slightly. I manage to suppress a wince as the sting takes over my skin. I gasp with pleasure as I feel her tongue lick up the pooling blood from the fresh cut. I hear a soft moan come from her throat as she presses her lips to my neck and she pulls me closer by the small of my back so that I’m leaning slightly backward. Her free hand slides over my shoulder blades and grabs the base of my neck to keep me still and close. She separates her lips from my skin only for a moment to speak in a deep, raspy tone.

“Devotion, I shall take, Draga Mea,” she says seductively and sinks her teeth into the open cut she created. I gasp at the sensation, which excites her and she pulls me closer so that I am now flush against her body. She’s leaning forward into me while pulling me close, her strong arms hold me effortlessly in a position where I am slightly reclined and practically sitting on her thigh. My body curves perfectly around her breasts and I can feel her throat pulsing against my chest as she drinks. She lets out a deep moan of pure pleasure like she hasn’t experienced this sensation in a long time. She holds me impossibly close and I feel a rush of euphoria, enough that I feel one hand run through her raven curls, the other hand slide to the back of her neck, and my leg that's furthest from the chair lifts to wrap around her waist. This only excites her more and she tightens her grip and sinks her teeth deeper. I let out an involuntary moan combined with a sigh and tilt my head back, in my own world of bliss. I realize this was all I’ve ever truly wanted, and I finally have it.

……….

A few moments later, my head begins to feel light and as if she could sense it, she slows down and reluctantly separates her lips from my neck as if it pains her. She lets out a gasp like she forgot to breathe the entire time and I know she’s dying to go back in for more. But instead, she looks down at me and tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, and gives me a divine, scarlet grin.

“My, my, Draga Mea, you are the best I’ve tasted in ages. You are pure încântare,” she purrs with a touch of adoration as she sits me up to blot her mouth with her handkerchief. I meet her gaze and smile lightly, happy that I was able to please her. She notices I’m light-headed and effortlessly lifts me with one arm under my knees and the other around my back. With her long strides, it’s a matter of seconds before we reach her bed, the biggest one I’ve ever seen. She sets me down gently and lights a candle beside me. She closes the doors and heavy curtains to the balcony to block out the sun that’s about to rise and removes her hat and jewelry. She then lays next to me with a handkerchief and blots the open wound on my neck dry as she hums an unfamiliar tune. I close my eyes and succumb to sleep, that tune fading more and more with each passing second.

……….

I wake up a few hours later tucked into my own bed, my hair taken down and brushed, my shoes neatly placed by my bed, but I’m still in my gown from the night prior. I know I have several hours left to sleep before I have to be up for work but I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I touch my neck to feel the marks she left behind and I smile widely. It wasn’t a dream.

Tomorrow, I am to meet her at dusk once more to help with her daily soak. Her daughters also requested my presence at midnight, what exactly for remains unknown. The last time I saw them was when I first arrived, so I wonder what scheme they’ve spent the whole night cooking up. But I won’t lie to myself, the impending conversation I’m to have with Lady Dimitrescu in a few hours is one I’m extremely nervous but excited to have. If I wasn’t infatuated before, I certainly am now, and now I can show it a little more openly.

I roll over in bed and see something sitting on the table in front of the fireplace. I have come to adore the mysteriously delivered items she leaves for me. I sit up but immediately get dizzy. There is a fresh glass of water sitting on my nightstand. Alcina Dimitrescu… I would’ve never taken her for the type to care for you after intimacy. I drink almost the whole glass and then try to stand. I’m able to walk to the table to reach the bottle of wine she had opened just for me. Beside it was yet another note written in perfect cursive.

“Draga Mea,

Here’s some wine to fill that glass you love so much. It pained me that you didn’t get to finish your treat. Rest while you can, I’ll see you at dusk in the Hall of Ablution.

Întotdeauna a ta,

- Alcina”

“Always yours” signed with just “Alcina.” Her signature was informal. She’s beginning to get comfortable with me. I’m shocked and extremely flattered. I know that Grand Chambermaids are supposed to be close with their Ladies, but she had no hesitation or fear. She simply was and I adore her for that. I wonder what she has planned in the Hall of Ablution and what all will be said.

I uncork the wine and inhale deeply, all the memories flooding back to me. I smile with pure contentment, close the bottle, and walk back to bed. The only reason I’m able to fall back to sleep is because I know it will help the time pass faster before I can see her again in a few hours. I play the tune she hummed to me over in my head until I drift into a dreamless sleep, only to be startled awake by distant, mischievous giggling, and it seems to be getting closer…

To be continued...

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martamatta95 · 2 years

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Part 2 of the AU inspired by the Pixar movie Turning Red (find the link of part 1 at the bottom of the post).

I am thinking of writing these little clips here on Tumblr, if I ever manage to put an end to this idea I will post it on Archivie for Our Own (I only publish on that site if my stories are complete).

Cobb doesn't know why he has this curse, but he remembers perfectly the first time it happened.

He was 12 or 13, his bones and muscles ached, his body was feverish, but the Masters didn't care. A slave who does not work is a waste of money.

He remembers the little fingers that extracted the silicax from the rock, the arms that could barely lift the heavy pickaxe, the work done extremely slowly.

His workmates worried about him, Taanti at the time had shorter braids hanging off his head and far fewer wrinkles on his face.

Being the squad leader of their group of slaves, he had to guide them and keep them away from the whips of their Masters.

"CB", he calls it referring to his number: CB-75550. They are this, numbers and letters, they have no names.

"Cobb", the nickname is said more sweetly, "The Chief is coming, try to show you that you can hold the pickaxe or he will whip you, I promise you that at the end of the shift I'll take you to the infirmary".

Cobb nods, Taanti is a good man, but he can't foresee everything.

When the chief of their section comes to check, the Weequey's idea was a good one, except that today he's in a bad and picky mood starting to check every grain of silicax they had mined.

Needless to say, he notices Cobb's condition and drags him out of tunnel for the hair.

It was broad daylight and the Chief scolded him about his laziness and weakness, as he dragged him from the inside to the outside of the mine, Cobb could see sorry faces turned in his direction.

"CB-75550! Still the same lazy troublemaker! I bet you ingested something noxious or toxic on purpose to avoid work".

The chief drags him by the hair, while the child cannot see anything, his mind confused and the skin more and more itchy and hot. A warmth that is not the fault of Tatooine's suns.

The Chief takes him to the square of punishment, as the slaves call him because it was the place where the blood flowed.

A small square in the middle of the rocky walls where the child is thrown to the ground, at the moment there are only the two of them in the place.

"Take off your shirt, brat", says the Chief, taking the whip from his belt.

Cobb stares at the blue sky and thinks of the blue... Blue that becomes a beautiful blue, blond hair that goes down to the shoulders... Such a sweet and beautiful smile addressed only to him...

"Buir...", the child whispers extending his hand towards the sky, "Buir, Yaim'ol...".

The man with the whip snorts irritably and a first blow hits the small body.

Cobb groans in pain and shakes her head as the heat on his skin increases.

"Buir!" he screams in despair, the unfamiliar word running through his tongue like blood on his back.

Another whiplash and the baby's body writhes.

Tal'galar, a voice that seemed light years away whispers in his ear, Aliit ori'shya tal'din.

Cobb blinks and time seems to stand still, he's no longer on Tatooine crying and bleeding, he's in an unfamiliar room. The ground he walks on is made of rock and white sand, the air is colder here.

Before him is a familiar-looking statue of a man in armor, Cobb's heart filling with sadness for no reason. The scar on his head, that robs him of the memory of his past, throbs like a violent reminder.

Mando'ad draar digu.

Various voices that sound like one surround him. Cobb is afraid as he feels cold, invisible fingers touch him in an attempt to comfort him.

The statue holds in his hands, at chest height, a white/silver egg with a deep blue vein.

Cabur, Mando'ade... mandokar...

Cobb is completely attracted to the egg and is certain that it is vibrating with a pulsating and powerful energy.

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum

This last sentence is uttered by a female voice and Cobb winces as he hears it.

"Buir...", the unknown word burns in his tongue and little tears come out of his eyes.

He gets closer to the statue and the egg. Both have a symbol, the statue engraved on the chest and the blue veins on the egg form the sign. A circle that looks like a stylized face, an inverted three-pointed crown at the top and two curved lines at the bottom that look like eyes that are weeping.

Tome'tayl, aliit

The egg moves and begins to hatch causing Cobb to jump back in fear, but something sings in his blood.

Jate'kara.

A creature pops out of its shell so small it can fit on the palm of his hand. It shakes her head in confusion and then stares at him.

Cobb takes a step back, as the voices scream in his head in that strange language, the creature leaps towards him and as he approaches it grows bigger and more imposing, until it collides with his chest and feels it melt within himself.

What the mine guards find a few hours later is a child with silver hair that they identify as CB-75550. They don't know what happened to his hair and find him passed out with his back covered in blood.

The Chief section of the child, they find him dead with a torn throat and covered with scratches and bites. The guards immediately thought of a Tusken attack and some Massiffs.

Din slowly wakes up from his bed, the scent of bacon and eggs filling his nostrils.

He blinks at the ceiling and then events of the past night come back to him. Cobb missing, leaving the house in the middle of the storm, following in the footsteps and then...

The breath remains in Din's throat as he thinks of the imposing creature, the fangs and the fire that he spit from his mouth...

Mythosaur... he was really a Mythosaur...

"Cobb...", he gasps in disbelief and then wrestles with the sheets off the bed.

He realizes he's naked and doesn't know how. Yes, he had sex with Cobb last night, but he got dressed to look for him.

Din dresses hastily as he thinks of the shape of his Cyar'ika writhing and growing into that of the legendary creature. This is absurd and impossible!

He rushes into the kitchen and stares at the scene.

Cobb is making breakfast like every morning humming, as if the past night never happened.

Grogu is sitting in his high chair by the dining table sipping some fruit juice while he is waiting for his breakfast.

The Marshal place some toast on the table leaving a slice in Grogu's little fingers.

Cobb turns and smiles as he observes Din, "Good morning, my hunter".

Din stares at the scene, the sandstorm has passed and the sky is clear outside. The sun's rays illuminate the Marshal's hair, he stares at the baggy night clothes hanging from his lean but muscular figure.

It's beautiful, like every morning, Din's heart beats fast and he would love to kiss him.

He then he thinks of the creature, 3 if not 5 times the size of a human being. The powerful legs suitable for running for miles or climbing the most difficult walls or killing...

The long, massive tail that could gut an entire spaceship with one blow. Din remembers the crests from the middle of the neck to the tip of the tail, the long and lethal teeth/horns at the sides of the mouth that could effortlessly pierce a concrete wall accompanied by skin as hard as beskar.

Cobb is opening his mouth and saying something, but Din doesn't listen to him, he sees the fire coming out of those beautiful lips of him. A jet of fire so powerful that, by comparison, the Mandalorian's flamethrower is a toy for children.

"Din...", Cobb gently grabs his hands, "Love, what is it? Did you have a bad dream? Are you feeling sick?".

Instinctively, the Mandalorian breaks free from the Marshal's grip by taking a step back. The hurt and surprised look on Cobb's face really hurts to see.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Din's voice is a whisper.

The marshal frowns in confusion, "What are you talking about?".

"You know what I'm talking about! Mythosaur!".

Cobb's expression is lost, "ok, honey", he raises his arms in confusion, "What the hell is a Mythosaur?!".

Din opens his mouth, then closes it again. He thinks about the previous night, was it a dream?

Then he remembers Cobb's condition the day before: he was feverish and tired-looking. His body on alert, like an animal with its guard up, flinching at any noise or event. And when they had sex in the evening, he was indomitable and insatiable.

His eyes yellow gold, then changed to the usual hazelnut. Finally, Cobb's warning not to leave the house no matter what happened that night.

"Din", the marshal gently grabs his wrists and this time the Mandalorian does not withdraw, "Calm down and tell me about the dream you had tonight".

Din blinks in confusion, "Dream... it wasn't a dream, Cobb! It was real, I'm not an idiot! And...".

He turns around to find the helmet and there was no trace of sand on it, not even on the clothes he put on during the night. What the hell is going on?!

"It was not a dream, I saw you in the Dunes...", Din recounts every detail of what he saw, while he observes Cobb's hazel eyes with extreme attention, looking for a trace of lie or deception. He just finds confusion...

"Din, it's a dream", Cobb finally says with a shake of his head, "As much as I'd like to be a Mandalorian mythological creature, I don't think it's possible to transform into something like that".

"But yesterday you weren't well...".

"My bones always hurt when a sandstorm comes, the stronger the more my bones and muscles bother me".

"You told me to stay indoors whatever happened during the storm".

"Of course yes, you are impulsive and I didn't want you to hurt if you felt something collapse and rush you out with the sand that would have scraped the flesh off your bones".

Din opens his mouth and then closes it again not really knowing what to say, he knows what he saw and doesn't understand why Cobb wants to deny everything.

They've been together for a year, since after the war against the Pykes, but they haven't...

There has always been something strange! Sometimes Cobb returned from his solitary desert hunts always sweaty and dirty, with broken-necked prey not killed by a blaster shot.

Sometimes it happened that they saw bandits holed up somewhere and, when he went to investigate, there were only the remains of those camps littered with blaster shots and traces of a powerful flamethrower. On those occasions Cobb would walk away from home saying that he would go for a walk around town to check vaporizers or run small errands, leaving Grogu and Din home alone.

Cobb heals quickly, faster than anyone Din knows, and from wounds where he cannot heal without permanent damage. When he was injured by Cade Bane, they were all convinced that he was going to lose his arm and Boba had called a doctor who specializes in cybernetic prostheses, but when the doctor was about to start the job, he found that the wound was almost completely healed and not was permanent damage.

Din realizes that he is a fool for not having noticed all these details, perhaps the credit is also due to Cobb who has always been discreet. Why didn't he tell him the truth? Why is he going out of his way to make him believe it is a dream?!

Then the Mandalorian understands, he finally sees the fear hidden behind those eyes that he loves so much.

What would happen if the Mythosaur was known? Din should guess this for himself...

Any Mandalorian in the galaxy would hunt him, let alone collectors of rare creatures or scientists who want to get their hands on that hard skin like beskar.

Din sighs and then kisses the man he loves and can not help but love him even more.

"I love you, Cyar'ika", Din said and deep down he knew that the marshal has always been special in many ways.

Cobb is the strongest and bravest man we have ever met and he makes him happy. He and Grogu are his aliit, his Clan and will do everything to protect them. Cobb has endured the untold suffering of his life and has permanent marks on his back, Din understands why he wants to keep the Mythosaur a secret and wants him to understand that he is here to support him and will not abandon him no matter what.

"I love you too, my Mando", replies the marshal hugging him and returning the kiss.

"Cobb", Din speaks seriously, looking into his eyes, "You can tell me anything, okay? You are my runi, my soul and I would never hurt you".

The Marshal is really surprised by Din's words and nods, "Thank you for your trust".

The Mandalorian walks away and is about to freshen up when Cobb adds a sentence.

"When I'm ready, it's up to me to decide, you have to understand that it's not easy...", he says, returning to his breakfast, signaling that the subject is closed for the moment.

So it is, when Din comes back washed and with clean clothes, they resume their normal routine as if nothing had happened.

"Are you sure?" Asks the man in blue armor.

The bandit nods, pointing to the imposing creature in the images.

"I was there when he attacked our group a few months ago. I'm the only survivor, that monster killed all my friends!"

"How did you survive?", This time it is the red-haired woman who asks.

"I pretended to be dead and then slipped out of the cave when the monster was distracted breathing fire at my friends".

"Wait! Spit fire?!", exclaims the astonished man.

"Yes, Mandalorian, you got it right", grins the bandit.

Bo-Katan stands in silence looking at the images with extreme attention and interest, his eyes fixed on the color of the Mythosaur's skin.

"And what would you like for this information and images?".

"Just a small fee, my Lady, I know that you Mandalorians might be interested in having information about that creature. After all, the skull of the beast is your symbol".

The red-haired woman is thinking deeply, part of her tells him it's a fake, the Mythosaur existed thousands of years ago, another part of her thinks back to the legends her father told him as a child.

An old prophecy uttered by the founder of their clan, a prophecy passed down from generation to generation.

When our people are divided and our world devastated, the Darksaber will be lost among the stars, until a worthy bearer chooses.

The Mythosaur, born of our blood and the blood of a Force Knight, will awaken to lead the new Mand'alor and unite our people.

Bo-Katan's thoughts are interrupted by Koska's stormy entry into the room, the dark-haired woman seems to growl at the bandit and pushes him to the ground, revealing a bag full of credits to the other two Mandalorians.

"He has sold this information to many other people!" Growls Koska and then shows her companions different bounty on the Mythosaur from various sources.

As you might have guessed, such a creature was coveted by anyone.

"Lies!" shouts the bandit.

Bo-Katan clenches his fists and shortly after a shot from Blaster is lodged in the criminal's smoking forehead.

"What do we do, Bo?", asks Axe, "It could be a fake".

The red-haired woman shakes her head, her heart in an abyss and thinks of a child who disappeared long ago in Sundari.

"We have to go to Tatooine and investigate".

#cobb vanth #the mandalorian #dincobb #din djarin #star wars #fanfiction #mandalorian #marshalorian #marshmando #bo katan kryze #axe woves #koska reeves #bobf #turning red #cobb vanth sensible force #cobbdin #din djarin and cobb vanth #mythosaur #animal transformation

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Two Birds - Inej Ghafa

Part 2 | Part 3

pairing; Inej Ghafa x gn!reader

summary: Tracking down the conductor was the reader’s hardest job, the easiest bit was to use him to help them cross the fold to the Little Palace where they could see if there really was a Sun Summoner or not. Someone gets in their way.

word count: 1959

warning: fighting, mention of blood, cursing

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It was a dark night, the sun had set over Ketterdam and the streets were empty. Well, apart from the drunken stragglers who were stumbling around aimlessly and oblivious to my stealthy figure perched on the top of a rooftop. They sing drunkenly, laughed with each other as they crossed from one bar to the next, ignoring the loud racket they were making that could be a disturbance to the building complex I was sat opposite if they weren’t complaining, why should I?

The Conductor lived in that building. He was the one man, through lots of research and hard work, that could get me across the Shadow Fold and over to East Ravka where I was determined to find out once and for all if Saints were real and if they were, why hadn’t they watched over me?

If they were real and they proved their power, then they I certainly had a bone to pick with this Sun Summoner that everyone had been raging about recently. Multiple letters had been sent to the palace before I reached out to do anything dastardly but I got no reply, so I asked around and this is where it lead me, to an odd bit of town just past West Stave.

I had been camped out here most of the night, good pulled up around my head and knives secured tightly on my belt. The Conductor’s apartment light had not been turned on for hours and the apartment was the only bit of information I had on him, no idea how he looked and no idea what his actual name was. Just a flicker of hope that a light would turn on seen.

And like a miracle had been performed, at that very moment, the light in the apartment turned on. My breath got caught in my throat very slightly as I saw the silhouette of a man go past his curtains. I stood from my crouching position with mustered up confidence and walked back slightly before turning to face the complex again and taking a running start, flipping off of the building I was previously stationed on and landing skilfully on top of the other one.

It’s tough to have so many talents.

I walked to the edge of the complex I was on now and tied the rope I had hanging on my belt to a rectangular chimney on top of the building. Once I was sure that the knot around the chimney was secure, I grasped the rope and skilfully slid down the side of the complex before stopping beside the Conductors window and using my built-up core strength to open the window slowly whilst still keeping a tight grip on the rope.

The apartment was basically empty, a couple of things cluttered about as well as the basic furniture of an apartment. I didn’t bother to shut the window as I knew it would be unnecessary noise to make, so instead I adjusted my mask again and whipped my knife out of the holster in my belt; I gripped it tight and slowly started to creep towards the rustling around the corner.

I pressed myself against the wall and peeked round as stealthily as possible, seeing the man bending over something and shifting through papers, I took my chance and rushed forward, grabbing him by the back of his blazer jacket and pulling him away from whatever he was doing. He took in a small, surprised intake of breath and I managed to hold him back strongly whilst putting my knife to his throat.

“Tell me how to get across The Fold or I think you know what might happen.”

Before he could reply, another hard force had pushed me away from him and hit me back against the wall. A shiver of shock washed over me as I hit the wall but I quickly recomposed myself and let out a growl-like sound out of anger and charged back at this other person who was now with the Conductor and holding another knife to his throat.

They were knocked back off of their feet as I crashed into them but then they just hit me off of them again, gripping their knife tightly as they slashes it in my direction when standing up off of the floor. I dodged it before slashing my knife too with a small grunt, they dodged it once more and when they went to push me, I ducked under their arms and whipped my head back around.

With one twirl and throw of a knife, my silver blade flew across the room and cut the other assassin’s cheek slightly. They gasped and raised a hand to their cheek, pulling their fingers back and seeing the crimson liquid before they looked back at me angrily and ran forward, pushing my shoulders until I was pressed into a wall with them in front of me. And suddenly I became aware of who I was fighting and my eyes grew wide.

Inej Ghafa. The girl I met last year when on a long stakeout for my employer at the time, I had been spying on the people I needed to for at least a week when she joined me. I had almost killed her that day, neither of us knew the other would be there but one we got over a small spat like this one, we actually started to get along really well. We talked, we laughed, we shared moments with deep eye contact and we became great friends. I started to love the way she twirled her knives so skilfully in her hands, I started to love the amused smirk she would give when I made a bad joke and I started to love her small laugh and her beautiful dark brown eyes and her beautiful black hair.

Then one night of the stakeout, when Inej and I had fallen asleep next to each other after a long conversation through our different discoveries, I was woken by alarms. Inej had gone and one of the guards I had been studying the shifts of was approaching me and managed to get the upper hand with a gun to my head. I was kidnapped, tortured and the guards said they didn’t find anyone else except for me. She left me to go through all of that pain and it took me three months to escape with barely my life.

With all of that in mind, I pushed her away from me with an angry shout and moved away from her, across the room before pulling my mask down to show her just how angry I was. She froze slightly before pulling her own mask down too, there was just shock compared to my rage.

She said nothing, just stared. I looked at her and the longer I did, the more my anger increased. The Conductor just sat there, glancing in between us and not even trying to run from the crazy assassins who had just intruded on his privacy. My knuckles turned white from under my gloves, I was sure.

“Two birds with one stone.” I smirked through trembling anger and twirled my knife before charging towards a still shocked Inej but something hit me down to the floor before I could catch her and I fell backwards, groaning.

Sitting up as quickly as possible, I looked up to see two more boys had joined us. One in all black with a cane in his hand, looking down at me with an icy stare and one with slightly more beige colours and a small grin on his face. Inej stood by their side, still with shock.

“Hello.” The one in the beige smirked, reaching into his holster and twirling out a gun, pointing it down at me.

“Jesper, no.” Inej discouraged, pushing the gun down with a frantic look in her eyes as she stared down at me, looking apologetic. If anything it made me more angry and the fluttering feeling I got in my stomach at the sight of her eyes had my mouth twisting into an outraged grimace.

“You know them?” The one in black asked quietly, glancing to Inej as she reprieved from Jesper who holstered his gun back in his belt.

“Course she does.” I answered him myself, spitting it out with so much fury as all three looked down at me, Jesper smirked slighty, the one in black raised his eyebrows and Inej frowned. “And I know her, the backstabbing bitch.”

She deflated slightly, hurt but I didn’t care. The one in black’s jaw twitched slightly and his grip tightened on the cane he was holding before he lifted it slightly, Inej shook her head and squeezed her way into the middle of the one in black and myself, Jesper had walked over to the Conductor and was making sure he didn’t run at the distraction.

“They’re not a threat, Kaz.” Inej soothed and I scoffed, her head snapping back to face me and the small cut produced a little bit more blood as it trickled slightly down her cheek.

“Tell that to the cut on your cheek.” I told her, shaking slightly as my lip trembled in anger. “And tell that to the people I escaped after months of torture because of you, you traitor. I was in that position because of you and the Saints you told me about...yeah, they didn’t help me.”

“I’m sorry.” She apologised and turned to fully face me, growing tears in those beautiful eyes just as they did in mine. “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I had to. You don’t understand.”

“No, I think I understand perfectly.” I seethed and pushed myself up off of the floor before grabbing my knife that I had dropped. “You found other people to work with, after all the promises...all the conversations...all the-” I cut myself off, I couldn’t bare to say it.

Instead I got up and pushed past Inej roughly, on purpose of course, but I walked my way over to the conductor that Jesper was sat near. I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him towards me as Jesper protested slightly but I already had my knife, coated with a bit of Inej’s blood, against the Conductors neck.

“The Fold.” I repeated firmly. “How do I get over it?”

“If you all need to get across the fold...” The Conductor started to speak rather calmly and Inej faced Kaz in a little bit of shock, he waved her off slightly and looked at the Conductor that I had in my grip again. “I’m going to have to take you all together.”

I snapped my head around to stare angrily at Inej who stared at me back and once again my stomach fluttered at those brown eyes but my eyes were glaring at her. My hand let go of the Conductor and I stepped back as Kaz limped forwards with his cane towards the man, beginning to talk but all I could feel was Inej’s shadow next to mine.

“Y/N.” She said softly and I shook my head, subtly but she definitely saw it. I moved away from her and to the other side of the Conductor, closer to Jesper who glanced betwen us both.

I didn’t want to spend any more time with Inej and her new friends for longer than I had to but I also had to get across the Fold and although I’ll never admit it to anyone, especially not her, I was so determined to go through this journey because it was Inej in the first place that told me about the Saints. She lit the flicker of hope within me and I didn’t want that extinguished just yet.

#inej ghafa imagine #inej ghafa #inej x reader #inej my beloved #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #six of crows #the conductor

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Tolerate It (Part 2) - Harry Potter x Reader

A/N: So this is a little long, like 3x as long as part 1, but you know things happen! I hope you all like it and thank you for the love on part 1. Warning, it is a little angsty, but it gets fluffy at the end. Remember to send in requests!! Enjoy!

ALSO Italics are flashbacks!!!!

Part 1

Tolerate It (Part 2)

~ Your Morning ~

The night was spent with shots of firewhiskey and tears. There was nothing that could really prepare you for the feeling in your chest. Your body was convulsing from the sheer torment you had put it through. Luckily, you had someone who was there for you, but it didn’t make the pain ache any less.

When you woke up in the morning, your head ached from the alcohol and the crying. Your face was puffy from crying relentlessly, and your throat was sore from the inevitable coughing that comes with an intense session of tears and wails. Even your lungs were tired from all of the hyperventilating. You grabbed the shirt on your body pulling it to your nose, but much to your surprise you weren’t too familiar with the scent. That was when you acknowledged that your friend let you sleep in hers. When was the last time that you weren't wearing Harry’s shirts? These thoughts needed to leave you. You deserved to move on and be celebrated for everything that you are.

You made breakfast for your friend, and now roommate. She thanked you and complimented your cooking skills. It felt foreign to feel recognized for something so mundane. She offered to clean up, which you graciously accepted. You changed into some of her clothes so that you could go to work. You had managed to take half the day off, but the distraction from, well, let’s just refer to him as he-who-shall-not-be-named. Ironic right? Our hell has been killed, and yet a new one arises in his place. I would never have thought that he would become mine.

All throughout your shift, you tried to keep your focus on work. “Be productive” became your mantra. Eventually, however, your time at work came to a close, and you knew that you had to get your things. You apparated and appeared in front of your old front door. Cautiously, you opened it. You knew he would be at work, but a small piece of you hoped that he would be moping around, waiting for your return. When you found nothing but silence, you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed.

You knew how much time you had to gather everything you owned, but you didn’t want to risk him coming home and finding you, so you rushed. With everything packed up, you took a look around. The place looked quite empty. When you two had moved in, a lot of the decorating was your own doing. You wanted it to feel warm and inviting, despite who you had felt living there. Now, it looked like how the place felt. Your eyes glanced into the kitchen and you saw the dishes, piled high in the sink. Of course, he probably thought that you would come back and have them done. You scoffed and grabbed your things. When you arrived at your new place, you took everything you could and put it into your room. Emotionally, you were drained, so when you felt your eyes closing, you knew that your day had ended.

~ Harry’s Morning ~

After you left, Harry stayed at the table. He pushed the food around his plate until his stomach warned him to finally eat. He was lost in his angry thoughts. Who were you to accuse him of such stupidity. He loved you, and he knew that he made it clear to you all of the time. You were just being obnoxious and clingy. You would get over it and all would return to normal. That night, he piled the dishes into the sink and walked into his study. He scribbled a letter to Ginny, where he explained how you walked out on him, and how you accused him of such atrocious behavior. Afterwards, he went to bed, feeling slightly colder than normal.

The following morning, he was greeted by a chill. He looked over and saw your side of the bed unslept in. Of course you didn’t return in the middle of the night. He walked out into the kitchen expecting to see you there, but he was greeted with silence. The room smelt of the dinner you cooked the night before. He rolled his eyes to himself, and began to make breakfast. As he placed the bacon on the pan, the scent brought him back to one morning at Grimmauld Place.

“Harry!” You exclaimed as Harry hugged you. “I’m trying to cook. Leave me be!” You giggled.

“But I can help. I used to cook all the time for the Dursley’s. Then we can be done quicker and spend more time together.” His smile was so bright, and his tone remained mischievous.

“Precisely Harry. You don’t have to be a slave anymore. Let me do this for you.” You turned around in his embrace after flipping the bacon. “Besides, after we are done with school, I’m gonna cook breakfast for you every morning just to show you how much I love you.” As you finished that sentence, you booped his nose and turned back to your cooking. Harry just smiled into the crook of your neck, fantasizing about his life with you.

After you finally managed to kick him out of the kitchen, he caught sight of his godfather, who offered a knowing smile.

“You know Harry, she’s a keeper.” Harry nodded in response, and turned around to watch you work.

“She sure is Sirius.”

You had kept your word. Every morning that you were together, you cooked breakfast for him. He ate in silence, like he did while he was with you, except this time, it felt different, almost eerie. He piled the rest of the dishes into the sink and finished getting ready for work. He wasn’t missing any of his shirts. That was unusual. He apparated to his job, trying not to think too much.

“Hey mate.You look awfully tired today.” Ron was too joyful for his taste.

“Didn’t sleep well.” Was all he said.

By lunch time, Ron had figured out that something was wrong. He had seen his friend when he was tired. Something was bothering him, and his irritable behavior was starting to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, or are you gonna continue acting like a prat?” Ron always had a way of getting the truth out of him.

“Y/N left last night.” Harry huffed.

“Whatever happened, I’m sure she’ll be back. She loves you.”

“Loved seems more accurate. She said I've been neglecting her.” As Harry spoke, it seemed like he became angrier with every word. “She accused me of not loving her or appreciating her, and then she walked out.”

“Harry, is it possible that she was right? Those feelings don’t just come out of nowhere. I mean the other night at Mum’s, you didn’t really look pleased to have her around. Maybe you should go and talk to her.” Ron thought he was being reasonable with his words. He wanted to side with his friend, but he was worried about you. You had been friends at school, and after the war, you had stopped talking to him and Hermione. He hadn’t seen you a lot recently, and he couldn’t but be concerned with you behavior the other night. You used to be bright and bubbly.

“All I’m saying Harry, is that Ron is reasonable about his fear of spiders, although you can be a bit of a scaredy cat,” you joked while nudging Ron.

“Y/N I am not. Any fear I have is reasonable. Plus you didn’t see how big those spiders were. Plus I was 12. Even Fang was scared.”

“Yeah, and Fang is a scaredy cat too. Ask Hagrid. Now,” you jumped up from your spot and grabbed his fork, “admit that you’re a scaredy cat, and I’ll give you back your fork.”

“This isn’t funny. I’m very brave. I’m in Gryffindor.” You started to wander away from the table, giggles spilling from your lips. “Y/N, please c’mon. I’m hungry. Oh, fine! I’m a scaredy cat, okay? Terrified of giant spiders. Is that what you wanted? Now give me my fork back.” By the end, he was yelling in the great hall, and you were laughing uncontrollably at his desperate confession. You handed him his fork and continued to giggle.

“Brave sure, but you are pretty dumb Ron. There was another fork right there,” you said pointing to where he was sitting a moment before. Harry and Hermione just facepalmed at their friends’ shenanigans.

Your silent behavior was unlike you, and he knew there was something going on, but he didn’t get the chance to ask you about it. Harry left the conversation, frustrated with his friend, and he returned to his job. He needed to get his mind off of what you said the night before.

On his return home, he half expected you to be back, waiting for him to come home so you could talk through things. He was met with a cold emptiness. Your things were gone. He rushed into your bedroom, and saw that half of the room was bare. There wasn’t an ounce of you left to grasp onto. He realized that you weren’t just in a fight. You were gone, and it was all his fault. He put his head down on what used to be your pillow. Your perfume was light, but the slightest whiff let him feel you. He hadn’t felt you in so long. You’ve always been there, but he wasn’t close enough to you to get the scent. You were right. He had been neglecting you. His tears began to fall as he held onto the only bit of you he had left.

“Look at what I bought! This is going to be perfect Harry.”

“Darling, you’ve done too much.”

“How dare you? This is so very important. When people come over, they need to be welcomed. They need to be in awe over how amazing I am at decorating. This is our place Harry! It needs to be perfect.” He was aware of how serious you were which made him smile to himself. You could be a lot to handle sometimes, but that’s what he loved about you.

“As long as you’re here with me, it will be perfect.” He nuzzled into you and breathed in the beautiful scent you omitted. You really were perfect.

Are perfect. You are perfect, and he just let you walk out the door. Worse than that, he allowed you to think less of yourself. He’s been through a lot of heartbreak and pain, but this was worse. Hell, he even died, but this was worse. He stayed in bed the rest of the night. He couldn’t bring himself to eat. Eventually, he fell asleep.

~ Your Response ~

You were doing better than you expected. You weren’t happy by any means, in fact you still cried yourself to sleep, but you were better. You worked your regular schedule, and you really put everything you could into your work. Your roommate was great, although you knew she would be. You two were friends. You still hadn’t fully unpacked yet. It felt as if you did, it would really be over, and you weren’t ready to let go just yet.

One morning, you felt that you needed to go out and do something productive. So, you went to Diagon Alley. You owe yourself a little shopping spree, and maybe you would get a gift for your roommate to thank her for allowing you to move in on such short notice. You had made your way through different stores. You found yourself outside a bookstore. You smiled at it, but it felt bittersweet.

“Is there a reason we need more books? C’mon dear, you aren’t Hermione. You don’t need to compete for who has more books. We barely have space for them.” Harry never understood why you wanted to buy all of these books.

“There is a very good reason Harry. I just haven’t told you yet.” You continued looking through the shelves, trying to find a book that jumped out at you and told you that it was a must read.

“What do I have to do to find out?” He was watching you in awe.

“Find a book you want, and I mean really want. I don’t want you just picking up some random book. And then, I’ll be ready to tell you.” He took the challenge and began looking for the book. After about twenty minutes, he returned back to you, book in hand. You looked at it and smiled at him.

“So, why are we buying these?” You laughed and walked to the counter to check out.

“I said I would be ready to tell you. I never said that I would.” Harry playfully rolled his eyes and followed after you.

You never did get to tell him your reasoning for buying all of those books. A shame really, but now that you two aren’t together, they don’t mean anything. You sighed and walked to get some ice cream.

“Y/N?” You turned in the direction of the voice. A part of you wanted to just leave her standing there, but you knew that she would be persistent.

“How can I help you Ginny?” You tried to sound polite, but you were bitter.

“How are you? Harry told me about your fight.” Of course he told her.

“I’m fine. Now if you don’t mind, I was gonna get some ice cream and get home.” Except, it wasn’t home to you.

“Well, I was gonna get some ice cream too, so let’s get some together. It’s my treat.” You didn’t want to eat with her, but free ice cream was not something you were about to pass up. You nodded your head in response. You both ordered your ice cream, and took a seat outside.

“I heard Harry’s side, but I think he left some things out. I was talking to Ron, and he said that you looked like you were going through something before your fight. We’re all worried about you two. I know that I may have overstepped a little bit, and I’m sorry, but you two are perfect for each other. I don’t think that I can handle being what came between you two.” You scoffed. She wasn’t at fault. Sure she was a part of why you were mad, but it wasn’t her fault that Harry stopped loving you.

“Listen Ginny, I don’t want you to feel like this is your fault, because it isn’t. Harry stopped caring about me a long time ago, and I finally realized it. I gave him everything, and he brushed me off. He was just dealing with me being there. I left because I deserve to be happy. I may not be there yet, but I can’t go back to be treated like a maid.” She seemed to understand. The two of you talked a little longer about how you were, her life, and her family. Eventually, you parted ways. You felt a little better knowing that she didn’t find you selfish or crazy.

That night, you two didn’t cry yourself to sleep. You were still sad, but there were no more tears.

You were awoken to a familiar owl at your window. You grabbed the letter and opened it.

Dear Y/N,

I know you hate me, but I think we should talk. There are things I need to say, but mostly,

I need to apologize. In person. Please come back. Tonight, 7:30.

Love,

Harry

~ Harry’s Response ~

Harry was miserable. His days at work were unproductive. Ron was concerned, but he didn’t know what to do. He had never seen his best friend this distraught. He was beginning to look like Sirius did when he escaped from Azkaban. Harry would come home and whimper at the lack of you in his home. It used to be your home. The place was a mess. If you had seen it, you would probably scold him for being so irresponsible.

It was a Saturday. He had nothing to do but sit around at home. He walked into his study, and found the pile of books in the closet. You complained that he had the study to himself, so you stole the closet from him claiming that you deserved it. He complied. Since you left, he hadn’t opened it. He was terrified of what it could possibly be, but his hand continued to the knob. Inside were all of your books. You kept buying more whenever you two would make your way to Diagon Alley. He never found out why you bought them, but he still wondered. He opened a few of them, and recognized your handwriting in the margins. They mostly consisted of your reactions to things that you read, or even just cute doodles that matched the story.

He held a couple of them to his chest as he thought of you. He didn’t know how long he was sitting there. He was only interrupted by the call of his name. He reluctantly got up and looked for the owner of the voice.

‘Blimey Harry. You’ve destroyed this place.” Ron was there. Of course. Ginny stood beside him, looking disappointed.

“Harry, we need to talk about Y/N. You’ve been insufferable without her, and she’s struggling too,” Ginny stated.

“How do you know how she’s doing?” Harry was really worried.

“Ginny met with her today at Diagon Alley. Harry, when was the last time you cleaned at all? This place is absolutely disgusting.” Ron winced at the sight of the kitchen.

“Harry, I’m gonna cut right down to it. You need to talk to her. You are killing yourself over your mistakes, and she is struggling to deal with how you treated her. Merlin, Harry, how could you let her down. Did you know that she really believes that you stopped loving her? The damage you’ve caused is almost irreversible, but I think you both need to talk. If not to sort things out, then to give you both closure.” Ginny had a point.

“I don’t even know how to talk to her. I don’t want her to see me like this either.”

“Mate, we don’t want to see you like this either, but we can fix that,” Ron exclaimed.

“She said that she is living with a Y/F/N.” Harry’s eyes lit up. He knew where that was.

“Harry, you are going to shower, and we are gonna start cleaning up this,” he motioned to the room, “and then you are gonna tell her to meet you here tomorrow night. It’s the least you could do,” Ron finished with a hopeful look. Harry nodded and retreated to the bathroom.

~ Together at Last ~

You were nervous to say the least, but you gathered yourself and apparated to the place you once called home. You knocked on the door. It felt foriegn, but you didn’t feel like you could just enter a place you no longer lived. You heard rustling from behind the door, and what you thought was a curse. Then the door opened, and you saw a slightly disheveled Harry smiling awkwardly at you. You returned the smile but stayed where you were standing.

‘Oh, come in.” He moved out of the way and closed the door after you. There was a smell in the house that you could only describe as burnt food.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to cook for you, but I think I lost that ability, and well, it’s not entirely edible. I ordered a pizza a little while ago. It should be here any minute.” Almost as if on cue, there was another knock at the door. He rushed to get it, while you stood observing the place. It was clean, but it looked dark and empty.

You both walked over to the table where he placed the pizza. You sat down cautiously and eyed all of his clumsy motions. He was reminding you of how he was in school. Completely unaware of how to act in front of a woman. It was kind of funny, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile. When he sat down, he looked up at you with a nervous glint in his eyes.

“I guess I should start by apologizing. I have a lot to say, so I ask that you allow me to speak this time. First of all, I am an idiot for so many reasons. The things I said to you that night were cruel and unreasonable, and I cannot put in words how sorry I am. You were right. I have no excuse for the way I treated you. I’ve been thinking, a lot actually, about us. I need you to know that I have never stopped loving you.”

“Harry-” you began.

“Let me finish please. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and losing you broke me. I need you in my life, not as a caretaker, but as my equal. I need you by my side because you make life so much better. I don’t know what happened, but as cliché as it sounds, I realized just how much I need you and love you after you left. I know you waited so long for me, and I did nothing but push you aside. I’m promising you now, if you take me back, and you come home to me, then I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I will show you everyday how much I love you more than anything. So please darling, come home.” His eyes were glossing, and you could tell that he was being honest. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him this vulnerable.

“Harry, I hoped everyday that you would stop being cold, and would turn to me and confess just how much you love me. It never happened. I want to be with you because I love you, but I can’t help but be scared that you will resort back to your old ways. I don’t think I can take being someone that is underappreciated and unloved. I need time.” You were being honest with him. You couldn’t afford to push your feelings aside anymore.

“Will you take me back? I want to start fresh, but I want you here.” His desperation was clear.

“Okay, but I need things to be slow for a while. I don’t trust you, but I love you.” He jumped up from his seat and walked over to you. His arms wrapped around your body. It had been so long since you were in his arms. Your scent made him sigh in relief, while his warmth let you relax into the embrace. This is what you had waited for. It had been so long, but it had been worth it.

The following day, you both had taken the day off from work to move you back in and spend quality time together. You had stayed the night wrapped up in his arms. It was the best night of sleep either of you had gotten in far too long. You wrote to your roommate that morning telling her that you were moving out, but you promised to pay your part of the rent until she found a new roommate. She understood and was happy that you figured things out with the love of your life.

You woke up before Harry, as per usual, and walked into the kitchen to start making breakfast. When Harry woke up, he was worried because you were no longer in bed beside him. He got up and walked into the kitchen to see you over by the stove. He smiled and found himself behind you, his arms on your waist.

“Good morning love,” he said, sleep still heavy in his face. You smirked and kept cooking.

“You know, I would cook for you, but-” he started.

“But, you would burn down the place, and quite frankly, I don’t have any faith in your cooking abilities. Plus, I promised you breakfast every morning while we are together. I don’t like to break my promises.” You felt his smile grow in your neck.

The rest of the day consisted of Harry being glued to your hip. He missed you so much, and he didn’t want to spend any time away from you. After you had moved all of your things back into your home, you collapsed onto the couch from exhaustion. Harry sat next to you and wrapped his arms around your body.

“Can I ask you a question?” You smiled at him.

“You just did, but go ahead,” you joked.

“The books in the closet. Why do we have so many of them?”

“Oh those? Well, I wanted to have something to give to our future children. Something I could share just between us. I know it’s kinda dumb, but I’d like to think that our kids would like to have that bond. Maybe even make it into a family tradition that they bring to their kids.” You said this with a slight blush forming.

“I think it’s brilliant. Remind me that we need to get some more.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, our children should have some from both of us, don’t you think?” You laughed and nuzzled closer into his body.

“I love you so much Y/N and don’t ever let me forget it.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head, and tightened his hold on your body. He would never let you go again.

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Love Always Wins

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: After the second Wizarding War, you and Draco start your life together...

Note: I’m so so happy everyone enjoyed my first installment Where Loyalties Lie! I’m so excited to share this with you all! Let me know what you guys think!

Also this is completely made up and will follow some cannon and noncannon!

Part 2

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Draco and I moved into an apartment just outside of Godric’s Hollow, close to where my parents lived. I took all magical and muggle precautions to keep our home protected, Draco insisting I was being irrational, but I couldn’t shake the bad feeling I still felt. Draco and I were in the training program at the Ministry to become Aurors. It had been a few years since the battle of Hogwarts, yet I still could not get rid of the nightmares. I felt terrible for waking Draco up almost every night for the first year they happened...

They started to go away a little into the second year, but this is the third year since the war and they started coming back. I had yet to tell Draco this however, it felt childish to bother him with such things.

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I was filing more paperwork today, a headache forming from the millions of letters floating across the paper. I rubbed my temples slowly, irritation taking over my mood. I was startled when I felt arms around me, turning to see Draco. I felt better almost instantly, his lips finding their way to mine.

“Hello darling, I was hoping I could steal you away for lunch.” he smiled, kissing my nose.

“I would love to, but I have too much to do.” I sighed, laying my pen down.

“Come on my love, take a break.” he whispered in my ear hotly, trailing kisses down my neck.

“Dray I can’t,” I said breathily, but still leaned back into his touch.

His hands moved to my button down shirt, unbuttoning it just enough to get his hands down. Draco shoved his hands in my bra, twisting and tweaking my nipples. I was so glad I had my own office as I moaned loudly, my head falling back to his chest. He hummed deep in his chest, biting down on my neck to leave his mark.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” he said, my head nodding immediately.

His hands were removed from my shirt as he spun my chair around. He lifted me on to my desk, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness straining in his pants, my hand immediately reaching for it. He groaned in my mouth when I gripped it, palming him. I grinned into his mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips playfully.

“So hard for me already hmm,” I teased, a growl deep in his chest sounded as he grabbed my hips.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, shoving my hand away so he could remove his pants.

I made quick work to get rid of mine, shoving my shirt down my arms. Draco removed his shirt as well, his fingers going straight for my heat. I arched into him, moaning his name when he rubbed my clit. His fingers moved lower to enter them inside of me, using his thumb to rub me.

“Please Dray, I need you.” I panted, wiggling my hips the best I could on my desk.

“You want me inside of you darling?” he asked, smirking at my state.

“Yes,” I whimpered, pouting my lips at him.

He moved me so my ass was somewhat hanging off the desk so that he could tilt my hips at an angle, sliding his member through the slickness pooling. The both of us sighed when Draco pushed into me, my head fell back in ecstasy. His hips snapped up into mine, a squeak falling from my lips. One hand went to his hair while the other went around his shoulders. His hand stayed on my hip while the other went to grab a fist full of my hair.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes dilating when my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

“Mhm, I want you Dray. You always make me feel good.” I moaned, clenching down on him.

Draco smiled down at me, kissing my lips sweetly. The mood changed as he started to pound into me, my chest heaving as I tried to reciprocate his kiss. I couldn’t keep it up however when he started to hit that special spot inside of me, my eyes closing as my head went to the crook of his neck.

“You like that darling?” he growled, hitting a particularly hard thrust. I screeched loudly, my nails digging into his shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whined, his teeth shining as he reached down to rub my clit again.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, throwing my head back.

“Cum for me, love you so much.” he heaved, his eyes closing as I could tell he was just as close as I was.

“Love you more, always.” I whimpered, my legs starting to shake.

I let go with a scream of his name, completely convulsing around him. He grunted as he shot his load inside of me, his face falling to nuzzle my breasts. I held his head to me as I came down, feeling the mix of us dripping down on my desk and to the floor.

“You better help me clean that up mister, this was your idea.” I giggled, kissing the top of his head.

“Don’t remember you complaining about it darling, in fact you were begging for it.” he quipped, biting down on the skin of my chest.

“Excuse me, you are the one who barged in here sticking your hands down my shirt.” I gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder.

I could feel the heat of Draco’s stare as we cleaned up, I peeked up at him as he was buttoning his shirt back up. I couldn’t detect the emotion he held in his eyes, it was sadness, but also regret?

“What is it?” I asked, making my way over to him.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” he mumbled.

“Dray, come on. You know you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you.” I spoke softly, throwing my arms around his middle. He stared into my eyes, they held such love for me it almost took my breath away. One hand stayed on my lower back as the other traveled to weave into my hair.

“It just still shocks me sometimes that you chose to be with me, after....after everything I’ve done. There are days when those thoughts consume me, and I wish I could go back and be there for you. Love you like I should have then like I do now.” Draco confessed, his hand in my hair gripping tighter.

“I wouldn’t change a thing...I truly believe everything happens for a reason Dray. I think that we had hardships to make us stronger, to prove that love always wins. We always found our way back to each other.” I smiled, Draco moving his hand from my hair to cup my cheek.

“I don’t deserve you, but I will spend the rest of my life loving you. That I know for sure.” he affirmed that by smashing his lips down to mine.

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Harry and Draco were slowly mending into a new found friendship. Of course he wanted what was best for me, and after learning that Draco did what he had to in order to save me, he gained a new found respect for Draco. It was a slow process, but it meant a lot to me that the both of them were at least trying to get along.

We all stayed close after graduating, even living close by. Hermione, Ginny, and I would have sleepovers and reminisce on the good days at Hogwarts, I even shared my stories with Draco. Hermione revealed to me that she knew the whole time there was something between us, of course I wasn’t surprised.

There was lots of talk of marriage and babies too, the both of them were already engaged to their men however. Draco had always said he wanted to spend forever with me, which led me to the question of where my damn ring was. I was more than ready to settle down and start a family of my own. Something I had always dreamed of.

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My irritation with the fact that Draco had yet to propose grew when Hermione and Ron were wedded a mere eight months later. I had yet to bring up the issue however, but I couldn’t deny the longing to say those words that would forever make me his. I decided as we were twirling around on the dance floor to just blurt it out to see his reaction.

“So when am I going to get a ring?” I inquired, Draco’s smile almost immediate.

“So eager to tie me down are you darling?” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’m ready to start our life together, you know like in the muggle world. A big house, plenty of room for our babies to run around.” I babbled, listing off the things I had never thought possible while the war was happening.

“How many do you want?” he asked, grinning wide.

“Two, maybe three.” I shrugged, already starting to think of names.

“I’ll give you as many as you want my love.” he sighed, bring me tighter into his embrace.

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Mine and Harry’s birthday was coming up in a few days, Draco throwing hints of what a huge surprise he had in store. I didn’t even think that it would be what I truly wanted, assuming maybe it was a necklace or something small. I wasn’t one to ask for such extravagant gifts, I had no need for them.

We had a gathering with all our friends at Hermione and Ron’s house, Ginny had planned on making individual cakes for Harry and I. Draco and I arrived later that afternoon, sharing greetings as I made my way to help in the kitchen.

Draco had been fidgety the whole day, and I was starting to get anxious. I became even more suspicious when Hermione and Ginny kept me inside for an hour after I had arrived, giving me odd jobs while they ran around.

“What are you all up to?” I questioned, arching a brow at my friends.

“Don’t be ridiculous y/n,” Hermione huffed, checking out her window for the seventh time in five minutes.

“Darling, can you come out here for a moment?” Draco called, Hermione and Ginny freezing up.

“Sure,” I said, smiling as I made my way over to him.

My brother and Ron were giving me a weird look, Hermione and Ginny coming to join. I looked from them and back to Draco, confusion clear as I stared at him.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” I huffed, placing my hands on my hips.

I jumped when something flew down, a banner that appeared as I read the words. My heart lodged in my throat, my breathing coming to a halt.

Will you marry me?

The words repeated as I read them over and over. I couldn’t even look at Draco, shock completely taking over me. The water works came shortly after, my hands coming over my face as I sobbed. I heard Draco’s chuckle as he came closer to me, and I didn’t need to be looking at him to know how big his smile was.

He took me in his arms, rubbing up and down my back as I cried into his shoulder. My hands went around his middle, clutching on to his shirt for dear life.

It was like the past 11 years came crashing down. I remember a point in time I didn’t think I’d live to see this day, especially not with Draco. Even after our first kiss, I didn’t think we would last forever. How wrong I was...The love I had for Draco was unmeasurable. My heart belonged to him just as his belonged to me.

“You asked for a ring my love, why are you crying?” Draco smiled, trying to get me to look at him, but I kept my face hidden as I couldn’t stop the flow of tears.

“I love you, I love you so so much Draco. I love you.” I repeated as I sobbed into his neck.

“Let me put it on for you.” he spoke softly, taking my shaking hand in his as I watched him slip the ring on my left ring finger.

I let out a watery laugh, staring at the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I had ever seen. Draco pulled my face back to look at him, taking his thumbs to wipe my tears. His smile was so bright I couldn’t help but reciprocate the expression as he brought my hand up to kiss my hand that wore his ring.

“I take that as a yes then?” he smirked, moving some hair from my face.

I nodded my head, laughing as I hugged him again. Draco lifted me from the ground, twirling us as he did all those years ago when he came back to me after the battle of Hogwarts. He kept me in his arms when he stopped, staring at my lips for a moment before snapping them to my eyes. I took that as an incentive to lean down to tenderly kiss his lips, my hands weaving into his blonde locks. The rest of our family cheering behind us, but all I could focus on was Draco’s lips, and that I would soon be Mrs. Draco Malfoy...

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official-weasley · 3 years

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The Extraordinary Dragon (Part 1/6)

After about a century of me being gone and not writing a new story, I am back with a mini-series! 💙

I didn't have a good idea for a new OC so I decided to write a cute and fluffy story about Charlie training a dragon with a sad and mysterious past.

I would like to thank @am-i-space @madelineorionswan & @the-al-chemist for giving me ideas for the names of the dragons mentioned in the story. You are the best 💙 Since some of the dragons are mentioned in the later chapters I will make sure to include which dragons you named in the Masterlist for the story 💙

If you'd like to be tagged in every part the dragon with your name is mentioned please tell me and I will gladly do so 🤗

Warnings: Charlie being excited and obsessed with dragons.

Word count: 2,869

A dragon's roar awakened me. It might sound terrifying to some, but it is a pure melody for my ears. I have been working in the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary for almost 10 years now. Come to think of it tomorrow's the anniversary.

My co-workers constantly tease me, telling me that I'm a workaholic. I always disagree with them. I just love dragons and working with them. Am I a bit obsessed with the creatures? Maybe. But who wouldn't be so excited about having their dream job?

There is something so soothing working with a beast that can swallow you whole, yet if you have the right energy and you treat them right they can be more obedient than a Crup.

When I first got the job I worked with a team of researchers. Since I have never seen a dragon in real life before starting working, my boss Matthew wanted me to learn about their behavior and study them to be better prepared to do other things.

They all thought I will be bored out of my mind – because I applied for the care of dragons position and not researching – but I loved every second of it. All I had to do was wake up every morning and go to the assigned habitat and observe the dragon there and take notes. It's like reading a book about the creatures – something I did almost every day of my 7 years at Hogwarts – but you get to be around them every single day.

My mother thinks I am insane for wanting to be around such dangerous creatures and I had to promise her before I left for Romania that I will write home every day otherwise she is coming to get me at once. I guess she needs to know daily that I wasn't eaten by a dragon. The thing is that being hurt by a dragon is less likely than falling off a broom, so I don't know what she is so worried about.

The only one of my family members that knows about all my injuries and all my scars is my big brother Bill. He understands that I don't mind getting hurt and he doesn't get a heart attack every time I end up in the infirmary. It's nice to talk to someone about these things outside my workspace. Even though being a Curse Breaker isn't the safest job in the world, Bill's number of scars can't even compare to mine.

We do have protective gear and gloves but sometimes the dragon's fire and teeth are just too strong. We are lucky that we have wonderful healers that take care of us and we have remedies that heal burns within minutes so it's mostly just an annoyance.

The year after my training I worked only with Common Welsh Greens. The year after that I tamed two Antipodean Opaleyes and it was the best feeling to see them get excited and welcome me with a friendly roar every morning. Even though they were both adults it felt like dealing with two kids and it was so much fun. The latter are such sweethearts and I even taught one how to roll over. They are like dogs but bigger, way bigger.

After that, I tried to convince my boss to let me work with a more dangerous breed. It's not that I didn't like what I did but I like a challenge. I needed 2 months to convince him to let me work with 2 Chinese Fireballs and by the smirk on his face I knew I was in for a treat. They were brought to our reserve so they could breed but no matter how much others tried nobody succeeded at mating them.

When Matthew finally gave in – not seeing any harm in letting me try before they send them back – I remember I danced around my hut for a solid half an hour being so excited to work with them the next day.

I was surprised that nobody thought of the strategy I choose. It was true that they brought the dragons to us together but they didn't know each other and since nobody thought of trying to acquaint them first, I gave it a go.

After 3 days they were best mates and I gave them 4 more days to fully feel comfortable with each other before taking them to the mating habitat. I am more than proud to say that since then they have been parents 2 times. I did some great things since I started working in the Sanctuary but you never forget your first big achievement.

Due to Matthew being absolutely in awe of me succeeding after a week he allowed me to work with a bunch of Swedish Short-Snouts even though usually only a dragonologist with 5+ years of experience can work with them alone.

I was amused when I saw the faces of some of my older co-workers when they found out – thinking they were going to get the job. I love working with them even though they are the ones responsible for most of my scars. Just after the first day, one burned my entire forearm and everyone thought I was going to back off because of it but it only made me want to work with them more.

Now, after almost 10 years I have worked with every single breed of dragon except my favorite – the Hebridean Black. They are one of the most dangerous and stubborn kind and only a dragonologist with a lot of experience gets to work with them.

I got the glimpse of one when I was working with the research team but no matter how sneaky I tried to be, Matthew wouldn't let me get anywhere close to them. I even got a chance to work with a team that took care of a sick Norwegian Ridgeback even though they are considered to be the most dangerous.

A year ago I got a chance to be part of an exchange program at the Swedish Dragon Reserve and I worked with a Peruvian Vipertooth and a Ukrainian Ironbelly. My boss wasn't happy about the latter one as he reckoned I was too inexperienced to be around and try to tame the largest breed of dragons but as you can probably tell from what I told you so far, I was over the roof about it!

The Ironbelly might be the largest but they are among the least vicious ones – none of my co-workers would agree with me as most of them are terrified of them but I think they are adorable thinking since they are the biggest they are also the scariest. It's the same as with dogs – sometimes the smaller ones are more dangerous.

I got out of bed with a grin on my face. Even though I don't like to admit it I like reminiscing on my biggest achievements.

I made myself some breakfast – eggs and bacon as usual – while blasting music on my wireless. Nothing like singing while cooking and reading the letters my family sent me.

Mum and dad were going to visit George and Ron for the weekend. Bill and Fleur decided to repaint their living room. Ginny invited me to one of her games next week and Percy got another promotion.

I walked to the wall where I had a calendar hanging to mark the date of Ginny's game. It was the perfect event to meet with most of my family members and I love supporting her. I am proud of all my siblings' achievements but Ginny being the only girl among 6 boys made us all have a soft spot for her - even Percy, even though he would probably deny it if someone asked him about it.

Since I was working with three different dragons at the moment – Peruvian Vipertooth named Hel and two Romanian Longhorns Lasair and Rocker – I double-checked my schedule to see which one I am supposed to visit today. As I thought, it was Lasair. I know my schedule by heart but always check it twice– I don't want any dragon to be jealous thinking one is getting more attention from me.

My routine with the dragons was simple. First, they get their breakfast which is usually a piece of their favorite meat, except if it's our Common Welsh Green Crystal – she is the only dragon I have ever met that is a vegetarian and she mostly doesn't want to eat anything else than apples. It took us the longest time to figure out why she doesn't want to eat – vomiting out all the meat we gave her – until we moved her to an habitant with a pumpkin patch and them mysteriously disappearing overnight.

After the feeding, I like to play with them. That usually includes large balls or levitating rocks after which they can jump and run. Then it's my favorite part of the day – the flying lessons. We transport them to the part of the reserve that is built like a large stadium in the middle of the forest surrounded by mountains and it has 10 obstacles that the dragons have to learn to overcome so they are cleared for free-flying sessions.

After flying it's time for a brief pause to get the dragon back to its habitat and calm it down before giving it dinner and tucking it in.

Flying is the most fun thing we can do at our job. When Matthew told me that I am finally allowed to fly with them, I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom because I felt like crying my eyes out. I wanted to fly on a dragon ever since I was a kid and even though I heard rumors about training them in that way, I always thought it was too good to be true.

The first time I flew on a dragon was with a dragonologist named Jim. He showed me how to properly prepare the dragon to be in the mood to have a person on its back and how to lift off and then safely land. Vulcan the Opaleye was just the loveliest when I trained with him to trust me to the point that he would allow me to fly. Even though my dream is to one day fly on a Hebridean Black, I wouldn't change my first flight for anything in the world.

Vulcan was more than obedient and so careful to make me feel comfortable and constantly made sure I was still on his back. He flew in a straight line and at an even pace making me feel so safe that I let go of his shiny scales and lifted my hands in the air. I wanted to shout from all the adrenaline and excitement that ran through me but I didn't want to startle the dragon.

It's safe to say that I didn't sleep at all that night. The second I laid in my bed I felt as if I was still in the air with Vulcan and I couldn't help but wish to do that every day.

"Good morning, Lasair. What do you want to eat this morning? Boar, deer, moose perhaps?"Lasair lifted her head sleepily at me. I teased her with the options, knowing full well that moose was her favorite. If she could speak she would ask me if I can't remember her favorite meal.

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want." I winked at her and put on my gloves before taking out my wand and levitating the big chunk of meat to her.

Lasair was one of the rare dragons that ate her food slowly, so I loved to sit down next to her and watched her chew. If Matthew saw me, he would probably murder me for sitting so close to a dragon but he doesn't know that Lasair and I have an agreement of her keeping me alive and I give her some extra meat for dinner in return.

"So, Lassy, I have some bad news." I cleared my throat as the dragon stopped chewing and tilted her head toward me. "We have to sharpen your claws today."

Lasair groaned and went back to her breakfast.

"I know, I know. Not your favorite thing to do. Trust me if it was up to me, we would rather do something more fun like play with your favorite tire or play fetch with your ball. But the boss said it was time."

Lasair didn't react to my words but laid on the ground once she finished her meal and wrapped her tail around me.

"You know that cuddling and being cute won't work on me." I chuckled. "Not this time, at least."

The dragon's nostrils started to smoke and I knew she was trying to negotiate.

"Between you and me," I whispered, "I'll throw in another piece of meat if you'll be a good girl like last time. How about some boar for dessert, huh?"

Lasair let out a gentle roar, giving me a sign that she agrees with my terms.

"That's my girl. I knew we'll find a common ground." I grinned at her and got up so we could start our day.

"Okay, Lassy. I will need you to step on this mat and do the burying motion. As if you were burying the bones of a deer." I explained when Lasair looked at the mat in confusion.

I mimicked the gesture and she copied it and walked to the mat with grace as if she was a princess.

"There you go! I am so proud of you, Lasair. You really want that extra piece of meat, huh?" I laughed to myself.

"So that is how you get all dragons to behave as if they're Crups?" I turned toward the voice and saw Matthew's amused face, observing my work with the Romanian Longhorn.

"You were never meant to find out," I said in a dramatic voice.

"Oh, it's fine." Matthew swung his hand. "You'll need all the skills."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows at him as I stepped to Lasair to show her to step a bit forward so she could sharpen the claws on her back paws as well.

"Do you know what tomorrow is?" Matthew asked, observing my every move.

"No." I lied. I knew that tomorrow will be 10 years since I work in the reserve but I didn't want to boast about it.

"Come on, Charles. I know that you out of everyone here you’re the one who counts how long you are working here for." He smirked at me.

I couldn't believe it. He remembered that it's my 10th anniversary? I couldn't help but grin.

"What about it?" I tried acting casually.

"Well, the team was thinking about what to get you as a present..."

"Matt, you don't have to get me anything. You know I am just happy being surrounded by dragons." I smiled appreciatively.

"Well, how about you get surrounded by a new dragon?" He winked at me.

"What are you on about?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I was getting impatient, the excitement in me growing.

"We are getting a one-year-old Hebridean Black in a week from the MacFusty’s." Matthew started to explain. "And since you are so good at taming and being best mates with the three you’re taming now, I was thinking of assigning it to you."

"Did...did you just say a Hebridean Black?" I said in a voice that was barely a whisper. I couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. He was going to let me work with my favorite breed?

"You heard correctly, Charles." Matthew's smirk was growing larger.

"But...but I don't have enough experience, you said so yourself. You...you should give the job to someone worthy, to someone who will know how to handle the breed." I knew that I should've just shut up and thank him for the opportunity. Working with a Hebridean Black has been my goal ever since I can remember, but I have to keep my head clear and think of what's best for the dragon.

"Thinking like this is exactly why I am giving the job to you even though I told you the last time you begged me that you need at least 7 more years before you can work with them." Something in his eyes shifted. He had the exact expression on his face as he did when he assigned me to breed those two Fireballs.

"You are up to something. What's wrong with the dragon?" I pursed my lips at him.

"Oh, the dragon is just fine. Lovely, actually. I bet you two will have a lot of fun." The sarcastic tone in his voice told me that he was hiding something from me but I didn't dare to ask him about it.

He deemed me ready to work with a Hebridean Black. To work with my favorite breed. I am not about to jeopardize that if he thinks I am the one for the job. In a week my biggest dream will come true and there was nothing in the world that could ruin that.

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75th Regiment

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz x reader

Summary: Y/N, who was in the Rangers with Mouse and Jay, returns from tour to tell them that she’s applying to become a police officer in Chicago, and that she’s got feelings for a certain tech guy

Requested: No

Warnings: mentions of being in the war plus PTSD, anxiety, and injuries

Word Count: 1,301 Words

I stared up at the building in front of me, admiring the sign out front. 21st District. I had never physically been here, but in my head I had. Two of my closest friends, Jay Halstead and Greg Gerwitz, worked here. We had been in the Rangers together for 2 tours. Both Jay and Mouse had returned home after those 2 tours, but me, well, I decided to stay for one more. Being in the military was a huge thing in my family, and I was proud to be a soldier. Anyways, Jay and Mouse would constantly send me letters, describing their workplace and the people they worked with. It felt like I had been here, even though I never stepped foot into the building. I took a deep breath, finally mustering up the courage to go inside. When I entered the lobby, a few police officers were lounging around talking, and I walked past all of them, making my way to the front desk where a younger woman around my age was sitting. Her name tag read Burgess, and by the looks of it, she was no desk sergeant. Hopefully though, she would be able to point me in the right direction.

“Um, excuse me?” I ask. “I was hoping you could direct me to the Intelligence Unit.” Burgess looked up at me, and as soon as she saw my face, she smiled.

“Oh my god. You’re Y/N, right?” she questioned.

“Uh, yeah,” I reply. “How’d you know?”

“Well, for one, Mouse keeps a picture of you guys on his desk, and two, him and Jay never stop talking about you,” Burgess answered.

“Good to know. So the Intelligence Unit...” I trailed off.

Burgess smiled. “Right. Follow me,” she said and led me up the stairs and to the left, avoiding the metal gate. “I would take you the quick way, but unfortunately, I don’t have access to that. I’m Kim, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Kim,” I greet and follow her down a few hallways. Finally, we made it into an office looking room, and right as we entered, Kim tapped softly on the closest desk.

“Uh, Jay, Mouse, you’ve got a visitor,” Kim announced. Both Jay and Mouse looked up from their desks, and as soon as they saw me, they bolted out of their seats. Seconds later, I was being squished between the 2 men, who hugged me tightly.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing in Chicago?” Jay asked me.

“Coming to see you guys, obviously,” I respond. Before I could say more, a man wearing flannel came out of what looked to be the break room. Based on his appearance, and what Mouse and Jay have written to me, I was assuming this was Adam.

“Whoa! You guys are having a hug party and didn’t invite me? That hurt,” Adam spoke and placed a hand over his heart.

“Sorry, man. Uh, Adam, this is Y/N,” Mouse introduced.

“It’s so nice to finally get to meet you. All Mouse ever does is talk about how awesome you are,” Adam told me.

“Please. These 2 were better in the Rangers than I ever could be,” I state.

“Whatever, 3rd generation solider,” Jay muttered. “Now, what’s the real reason you’re here? I know you did not come all the way here from Afghanistan to see us. You should be in the middle of a tour right now.”

“Right,” I murmur and perch myself on the edge of Mouse’s desk. “I uh, I was medically discharged about a month ago. I was staying with my brother up in Milwaukee for a bit, and I finally figured I’d come down to see you guys.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, discharged for what?” Adam questioned.

Jay quickly glared at him. “Dude!” he hissed.

“No, uh, it’s okay. I’ve got a glass eye,” I say while attempting to keep a straight face.

“Wait. Seriously?” Adam asked.

I laughed. “No. I’ve got anxiety, PTSD, and a metal rod in my right leg so...”

“Metal rod? That’s new,” Mouse pointed out.

“Yeah. I was in a helicopter whose propellers got blown off, so I had to jump out of it when we were about 20 feet above the ground. The bone snapped right in half when I landed,” I recount. “But, onto better news, I applied and was accepted into Chicago’s police academy.”

“That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you,” Jay admitted and gave me another hug.

“Thanks. It’s not the army, but it’s close enough,” I declare.

“So, Y/N, I’m assuming you have plenty of stories about these guys,” Adam said and gestured to Jay and Mouse.

“I do since we were all in the 75th Regiment,” I reply. “But half of them involve me embarrassing myself, so I’d rather not tell them.”

“Remember that time you had to strip in front of our drill sergeant?” Mouse asked.

“Mouse! I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” I exclaim.

“Wait. I have to hear this story,” Adam spoke.

“No. No no no. Mouse, if you tell him that story, I’ll tell him about the time you set your clothes on fire,” I threaten.

“Sorry, Adam. She’s blackmailing me, therefore I cannot tell you the story,” Mouse confessed. It felt nice getting to hang out with my old friends, and getting to meet Adam was pretty cool too. After a few minutes of talking, Adam and Jay had to get back to work, so I walked over to Mouse.

“Hey. You want to hit up Molly’s tonight?” I question.

Mouse smiled. “Sure sounds fun. I get off at 6, so I’ll be there around 6:30.”

“Great. I will see you there,” I respond. Later that night, I met Mouse at Molly’s, and it was nice getting to talk to him. I was so glad to be back in Chicago because now I could see him and Jay more often than before.

“So, what’s it like having a metal rod in your leg?” Mouse asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t really notice it, to be honest. I mean, the scar is there, but other than that, it only really hurts if I hit it really hard. It doesn’t restrict me from running or working out or anything either.”

“I’m really happy that you’re back, Y/N,” Mouse spoke.

I smiled. “I am too.” After a few beers, it was getting late, so Mouse and I started the walk back to our apartments, which weren’t too far away. We got to my place first, and Mouse and I stopped in front of the entrance to the building. “Thanks for going out with me tonight.”

“No problem. It was fun. We should do it more often,” Mouse said.

“Yeah. I’d like that,” I reply. “And there is one more thing I have to say. It’s a huge reason why I came back to Chicago, actually. I have liked you, Mouse, ever since we first met. And knowing that I’m not going to be gone for a majority of the year anymore made me realize that I needed to come tell you.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing that I like you too,” Mouse murmured and leaned forward, pressing hips lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around Mouse’s neck to bring us closer. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now that it was finally here, I was excited to see where things went.

“I uh, I should get to bed. I have an early day tomorrow,” I tell Mouse and pull away from him.

“Okay. I’ll text you tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/N,” Mouse stated.

“Night, Mouse,” I say and peck his lips before heading into my apartment, where, that night, I only had dreams about him.

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doubletriplepowerbomb · 3 years

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Mr Lonely part 4

Word count: +2600 (its a short one... I know)

Warnings: none

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December 1st. It’s been 3 months since the night we started officially dating. The air was frigid and the trees were bare. Snow covered the ground and the sun started setting at 4 pm. But I wasn’t as grumpy as I would have been, I had him. Things had been going really really well. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other. Sheamus’ large hands hold my hips every time he walks past me and I still feel weak under his touch. When my back is turned to him, he’ll either slap my ass playfully or run a hand through my hair. When his back is turned to mine, I do the same things.

We don’t often make it through dinner. I prefer to dine at home, that way I can crawl onto his lap whenever I want. He prefers to dine out, only so he can tease me under the table and watch me suffer.

He’s been really good about the girls too, there aren’t many that try anymore but sometimes he gets the occasional text. I hate it, I trust him, but I hate it. His number is everywhere in my bar, I’ve tried my best to paint over the pen and marker marks but the carvings remain. The digits dug into my bar taunt me every time I'm working and I hate it. I want him all to myself. This isn’t the first time I’m saying this, he knows how much it bothers me to see his phone number carved into the wooden bar and stall doors. Nothing I can do can get rid of the past.

It was 2 am on Christmas Day.

Sheamus’ phone buzzed silently in his sweatpants pocket. He had worn pants to bed that night, which I found odd, and he never placed his phone on the windowsill near him like he usually did.

I remember waking up to him getting out of bed slowly, I didn’t open my eyes but I rolled towards him and placed a hand on his warm back, he was sitting up. “Go back to bed, love. Ah’m just goin’ to the bathroom.” He whispered. That was enough for me so I removed my hand from his warm skin and rolled back over.

What I didn’t know was that Sheamus was not going to the bathroom. He slipped out of my room and closed the door silently behind him. He had left his laundry folded on my couch, I noticed earlier but didn’t care much. He pulled on a long sleeve shirt and a warm flannel before rummaging through the small pile and grabbing two socks, not turning on any light to see if they matched. He then slipped on his old work boots, reminding himself to get a new pair soon, and his coat before grabbing the keys to his truck and my key to the bar.

I woke up on Christmas Day to Sheamus rolling over in my bed and snuggling up closer to me. It was 10 am. I was excited for today, the bar was not open on Christmas so Sheamus and I would spend the evening with my family. Sheamus’ family is in Ireland, he doesn’t talk much about them. All I managed to know is that he doesn’t have any siblings and he doesn’t get along with his father.

I turned in his arms so that I was facing him. He always looked so peaceful when he slept. He was snoring softly and breathing steadily. I gently ran my finger along the lines of his face, his lips turned upward when fingers brushed through his beard.

Normally, I would get up to make breakfast but I didn’t want to disturb him. He was always so intense, so charismatic, and so alive that it seemed out of character for him to be so at peace. He looked content. I’m sure the holidays weren’t the best times for him in previous years, I figure he spent them alone. Sure, there were women more than willing to spend the nights in his bed but what did he do when they were gone too? I knew he missed home, he had family at home. He definitely missed his mom. He spoke to her on the phone every day and they even sent letters back and forth-- I was at his apartment once, sitting on the couch while he took a shower after a long day of work, and I saw the most recent letter from his mom on the counter. I didn’t want to read it and I didn’t read it, but I couldn't help scanning my eyes over the page. I caught my name written in a random sentence in the middle of the page… he had mentioned me to his mother.

Sheamus woke up, his bright blue eyes met mine and snapped me from my trance. I blinked a few times and, knowing I had been caught staring, felt a blush bloom across my face. Sheamus only smirked his beautiful smirk and pulled me closer to him. He was always so warm. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head before resting his chin in the place he just kissed.

“Ya look like you've been thinkin’ love.” He mumbled. “Ah can still see the smoke common’ from yer ears from all the effort.” Sheamus laughed at his joke and squeezed me against his bare chest, allowing me to get close enough to slap it. Despite the playfulness and gentleness of my slap, my hand left an angry red mark on his skin. I always felt bad after seeing a mark on his skin, they never hurt him but the stark red against the beautiful white always made it seem like a life-threatening injury. He personally liked all the marks I left on his smooth white skin over the months, he would always admire them after sex.

I playfully pushed away after staring at the mark from the slap and sat up on the bed, “ugh, and to think I was gonna make you snowmen shaped pancakes this morning.”

Sheamus rolled dramatically onto his back, my eyes were drawn to the blanket riding low on his hips. My eyes followed the trail of soft red hair leading downwards from his belly button, teasing what was beneath the boxers he was wearing. “Oh no! Whatever will ah do without three normal shaped pancakes that ya line up on a plate and put chocolate chips on fer eyes?!”

I feigned offense to his overly dramatic comment. “Excuse me? They are cute!”

“Yer cute.” He winked and sent me a boyish grin that made my insides clench. I shut my lips and decided to tease instead. I rolled my eyes and stood up before bending over to grab his shirt. I knew he was watching. I was only wearing underwear. He didn’t move, but he was growing hard underneath the fabric of my sheets and his boxers-- he had taken the sweats off after he had gotten back around 4 am. I slipped his shirt on and headed towards the bedroom door, “I'm making you snowmen pancakes.” I said before stopping to turn around. I turned and my eyes met his, “and you better be appreciative or I will put on pants.”

It was the only threat I knew he’d take seriously.

We ate our pancakes in the comfortable silence that I have grown to love over the past couple months. “You don’t have to leave today, do you?” I asked between bites of pancake. My eyes rose from my plate to meet his eyes.

He finished his bite and my eyes moved to his neck as he swallowed. He took a sip of coffee before speaking. “Of course not. It’s Christmas, nobody works on Christmas.” Sheamus shot me a smirk before shoveling the final forkful of pancake in his mouth. “Yer spendin’ the whole day wit’ me, love.” He wiped his mouth and mustache with his napkin before getting up and placing his plate in the sink. “Whether ya like it or not.” I watched his bare torso and arms shamelessly as he rinsed his plate. I could feel heat shooting throughout my body as his muscles rippled with his effortless movements.

“When do you want to do gifts?” I asked, staring at his back as he placed the rinsed dish in the dishwasher.

Sheamus was silent for a moment but spoke after he closed the dishwasher and turned to me. My eyes were on his body as he turned. “We can do gifts whenever ya want. But ya should go first, ya won’t be able to follow my gift to you.”

I shot him a glare and padded to the living room, where a small Christmas tree stood in the corner by the couch. “Sit.” I pointed towards the couch, the pile of laundry from yesterday was still sitting on one of the cushions. Sheamus sat and I walked to the small coat closet that I had and began digging through the clutter. I emerged seconds later with a medium sized box wrapped in shiny green paper with a golden bow. I placed it on his lap with a kiss to his head and sat on the couch beside him.

Sheamus opened the gift with a smile on his face and a shimmer in his eyes, he looked like the little boy in the photo of him I saw for the first time months ago. The paper was peeled off and revealed a neutral box, he looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I nodded once, encouraging him to continue opening. He opened the box carefully and I smiled upon seeing a small gasp escape from his lips. He pulled the left boot out of the box and turned to me. “How’d ya know ah needed new boots? And ya got the brand and the size and everythin’!”

“Well I’m not blind, your boots are falling apart and you always beg me to rub your feet after work,” I scrunched my nose as I told him. “And you’re not the most unpredictable dresser. You wear the same thing everyday. I took one of your boots to the store downtown a few weeks ago, got the same brand, same size, same color. I have the receipt if you wanna go back and try something new.” I told him.

The Irishman smiled and brought his arm around my shoulders to pull me in. “They’re perfect. Thank you, love. Ah really needed these.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to my temple. “But, my gift is still better than yours.” He teased.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Okay, where is it then?” I asked, looking around. I have to admit, I did my fair share of snooping these past couple days-- both at my apartment and his-- while he was at work and I couldn’t find a thing.

“Well, ah don’t have it here…” His voice trailed off but it picked up again before I could speak. “As much as ah hate when ya get dressed, yer gonna have to.” I rolled my eyes and dragged him into my room. I threw on a pair of joggers and a jacket over his shirt.

I turned to look at him, “Is this good? Or are you taking me somewhere public?” Sheamus chuckled and told me I was fine. I pulled my hair up into a half up half down bun before slipping on my boots and following him out to his truck.

Sheamus had started the truck before we had gotten outside so it was warming up quickly as we climbed in. The air was brisk, the wind was blowing, and snow covered the sidewalks. Christmas hits played at a low volume on the radio. Normally, I’d be singing, but I stayed quiet so I could hear Sheamus' deep accented voice sing the lyrics.

He pulled into the parking lot of the bar and I sat in the passenger’s seat, looking extremely confused. “The gift is in here.” He commented, noticing my confusion. I glared at him before climbing out of the truck and following him to the doors. He pulled the key out of his jacket pocket and opened the door, holding it for me to walk in. I clicked on the lights and looked around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than the faint smell of paint-- that I didn't notice at the time.

“Is my gift in here?” I teased.

“Yes, it is. Look around, but don’t touch anythin’.” I groaned, my mom always played the hot and cold game with us on Christmas and I was always so impatient. I looked around for a few minutes, finding nothing. Sheamus knew I’d be searching hopelessly, I was looking for a box. “Look on the bar, love.”

I turned to him, “On?” I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly.

He nodded, “Yes, dear, on.”

I turned back to the bar and walked closer, I saw nothing on it. “There’s nothing here.” I spoke, still looking at the blank wood.

“Exactly. There’s nothin’ there…” His voice trailed off, leaving me to solve his riddle.

It took a moment for it to click. When it did, I took off down the bar. The entire surface was smooth, untouched wood. I ran into the bathrooms, the stall doors were also smooth and untouched. I bursted from the spotless bathrooms and circled around to the tables I knew had been carved. “Sheamus!” I squealed as I ran straight towards him. He was still standing right by the door, he hadn’t moved. Once I reached him he held his arms out for me and I jumped into them-- cliché, I know. But you’d do the same thing if the former town whore, who was now your boyfriend, had removed his phone number from every wooden surface in the bar you worked at because you didn’t like it being there.

“How’d you do this?” I asked, still in his arms. “When’d you do this? I was at the bar last night. Granted we closed early but you were with me the entire time.” I was babbling. I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t help myself.

“When I woke ya up last night and told ya ah was goin’ to the bathroom. Ah snuck out of the apartment and filled in the wood, re-stained it too.”

“Oh my god, Sheamus,” I pulled my head away from the crook of his neck to look into his blue eyes. They still had that shimmer in them, the same one from the photo, the same one he had when he would ask me to check his essays, the same one when we talked that first night in the bar, and the same one from when he opened his new boots. “Thank you.” My voice came out as only a whisper before I pressed my lips to his.

“And that was the moment I knew I was in love with your father.” I said, looking up at my daughter who was furiously typing away on her school-issued laptop. She had approached me earlier asking questions about my relationship with her father for a school project about her family.

3 Christmases after our first together, Sheamus proposed to me in the empty bar. We got married the next fall. That was 20 years ago, we have a son who is 18 and a daughter who is 16. Our son, Andrew, has my hair and my brown eyes. He got my tanner complexion too. Our daughter, Alex, on the other hand, is a carbon copy of the Irishman:" red hair, blue eyes, and beautiful pale skin.

“Wait, dad was… ‘the town whore’?” Alex stifled a laugh as she quoted my words, “How am I supposed to write that into my project?”

I laughed too, “I don’t know, honey. But don’t make fun of dad too much about it, he’ll get embarrassed.” I joked.

My daughter smiled and looked back down at her computer screen. “I’ll just say that you met in high school and met again after college. That’s good enough.”

A/N: chapter 4 was short, but I hope you enjoyed Mr. Lonely! I debated writing the proposal scene so let me know if you want it and I’ll post it as a chapter 4.5!

#sheamus #sheamus fanfiction #sheamus smut #sheamus x reader #wwe

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The Hardest Things

Reggie Peters x reader

-angst with a splash of fluff-

Trigger Warnings: this is a tear jerker. just a fair warning, but I think that’s it.

There are times in your life that seem unbearable, a mountain you can never get over. But truly 2 of the hardest things to say are the first hello, and the last goodbye. Though the ones that hurt the most are the ones that aren’t ever said or explained. And that is what led you to this exact moment, you were sitting in the middle of your room on the floor. Screaming and crying because he was going to make it big, he was going to be a Rockstar and he was going to keep loving you. He promised you that after his show that he would take you with the boys to go get ice cream. But now that promise was broken, and you were broken too.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY!” you scream at him. The hot tears falling faster “YOU PROMISED ME YOU WERE GONNA STAY!” closing your eyes you see those horrid flashing lights of an ambulance, quickly you open them pushing the image away. “I love you too much for you to leave me…” you whispered in a broken quiet voice.

At some point you had fallen asleep on the floor out of exhaustion, you were holding one of his flannels close to your chest trying to soak up his scent. Hoping to never forget him, well you knew you could never forget him. What broke your heart even more is that you had not only lost your soul mate, Reggie, but you lost two of your best friends. Luke who had been able to whip up a tune in seconds that was sure to make you forget whatever it was that had bothered you. And Alex, who would listen to you talk about your day or cry on his shoulder when everything seemed to be going wrong. But then there was Reggie, who understood you better than anyone, he knew when you were upset or sad before you even did.

You had held onto every memory with the boys. The practices where they let out everything into their music, and the ones where they were exhausted but pushed on. You remembered the smiles on their faces when they had finished a gig and the crowd was cheering them on, every silly wink Reggie had given you from the stage. As time went by you would go to their favorite diner and sit in your booth, at the corner of the table were your initials, Alex was against the idea but soon gave in. You run your fingers over their names every time. Bobby had suggested you go to therapy to talk about it, he had mentioned feeling relieved after each session. You had refused each time until you realized he wouldn’t give up till you gave in.

***

“How are you feeling today?” the therapist asked you, you looked past her out the window at the cityscape.

“I’m fine, how are you?” Hearing a chuckle you turn your head to look at her and then back to the window.

“This is about you darling, not me. But truly how are you feeling, losing someone is hard and I don’t think after how it all happened you would be fine.” you tapped out the rhythm to ‘Now or Never’ on your thigh while trying to find a believable lie.

“I truly am fine, I have accepted it. You know it’s not like I can bring them back so really I am fine now.” Though the tears pooling in your eyes told a different story. Deeply sighing she set her pen down.

“Well if you won’t tell me then why don’t you tell them?” snapping your eyes back to her.

“What do you mean?” feeling your heart speed up.

“Write them a letter talking about how you feel.”

***

Reggie,

Hey baby I really miss you and the boys. It seems like everyday you are gone the harder it gets. I mean I don’t get my special Reggie hugs every morning, or a sloppy kiss on the cheek. You know I used to tell you how much I ‘hated it’ but now I could really use one, just one more. That’s all I want is one more day with you, one more day with the boys, one last chance to say goodbye. Because I am realizing now that I hadn’t even told you I loved you the day you… the day you left. I just kissed you on the cheek and said good luck, hoping to see you after your show. But it didn’t turn out that way did it? I remember you used to tell me all the time “expect the unexpected” though that was when you came up behind me to twirl me around and tickle me. But expecting the unexpected is hard, especially when you were ready for something else you know?

I miss you, I know I already said that but I do. I miss the times you would come over and just lay directly on me, all the times you would peer over my shoulder as I tried to do my homework. The times when you trusted me enough to come and let it all go, your endless list of country songs that were never played, all of the pizza dates where we argued about pineapple on pizza. I miss the way that you always seemed to be warm and I was always cold, I miss your amazing voice and your bass. I miss everything about you, from your rosy red cheeks to your iconic leather jacket. What makes it hurt even more is that you will never know how much all this meant to me, because I was too afraid to tell you. I don’t know what I was afraid of, maybe that you would think I was crazy. Or that you would hate all of these things. Sometimes now I just want to give up, because what’s the point of moving on if you’re not there to move on with. I hate how you left me, because I feel stuck now, I always felt free with you. I felt like I could conquer the world, well maybe not the world but still.

You were always trying to teach me things and that made me feel free. Like the time you were laying on my bed as I finished my homework. You had your bass so that you could practice while I worked. However you didn’t notice that I was just watching you in awe because you look so handsome when you are focused. Setting my homework aside I turned all my attention to you, looking up at me through your eyelashes you blushed. You had asked me why I was staring at you, I simply said that you sounded great instead of telling you the real reason. It was because I could never get enough of you and when others would get full and leave, I would still be there not even halfway full. Do you want me to teach you how to play? You had asked with your eyes widening. Of course I said yes, so you had moved your bass and told me to sit in your lap and I could feel my face flush. Hesitantly I sat down and you put the bass in my lap. You quickly kissed my cheek before teaching me the chords to ‘Now or Never’ the next day at practice you had the boys play along with me. As soon as the song and my arms were free you picked me up and kissed me all over my face. Setting me down quickly Bobby high fived me while Luke and Alex hugged me.

That evening you walked me home, it wasn’t too bad out. Usually Luke walked me home since we lived closer to each other but he was busy so you did. We were outside my door when I turned to face you I saw your cheeks were redder than normal. I brought my hand up to see if you had a fever or something you had taken me aback.

“I love you.” you whispered. Quickly clearing your throat you repeated yourself louder and more confident. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too, more than you know.” I responded, your hand was on my cheek and mine on top. “Can I kiss you?” your voice was a little hoarse as you asked. ��Please.” I responded in a whisper. And when you kissed me it wasn’t like they describe in the books, it wasn’t like fireworks, the nerves in my body weren’t buzzing. It was like staring up at the night sky and seeing all the stars staring at you, or when you perfectly balanced the light switch in the middle of on and off. It was better than fireworks. That was the moment I knew that if this ever ended it was going to hurt. No not just hurt, it was going to break the both of us.

Letting the sobs rack through your body you reach for the box of tissues on your desk but there were none left. In your emotional state this made you cry more, getting up to get tissues from the bathroom you had missed how the paper moved ever so slightly. Though the whole time you had missed the shiver that went down your spine, as if someone was hugging you. Walking away you had been oblivious to the fact that Reggie had been there all along, reading over your shoulder. It makes sense though, he was a ghost who you couldn’t see or touch.

Coming back from to sit at the desk and finish your letter you saw an envelope that hadn’t been there before. It had your name on it in a familiar handwriting. Taking a deep breath you opened the envelope and pulled out a small mesh bag, a picture, and 3 pieces of paper. Pulling out 2 rings from the bag, you could feel more sadness take over before laughing for a moment. Reggie had promised you one day that he was going to marry you, the boys had laughed it off but you knew he was serious. The rings in your hand read ‘Home’ and ‘Light’ you had always called Reggie your light because he had helped you in your darkest times and he called you his home because to him, home wasn’t a place, it was a person. And that person was you. Picking up the picture it was of you and the boys together laughing. You remembered that day, somehow you had convinced the boys, though Alex didn’t need much, to go to your Freshman winter dance. They had all showed up at your house with a flower and you had given them all a boutonniere. You guys were dressed up as fancy as 15 year old's could be, and someone had made a joke, your mother had managed to catch the moment.

Reggie insisted we write you a letter for after we become famous, just so you never forget us. This so stupid, but I love you, and I love Reggie so here you go. Dear Y/N, thank you for loving me and accepting me. I don’t know if I would have survived being with these 2 stupid heads without you. In case we really do get famous and forget you, which we won’t, I just want you to know that I really love you. You are the bestest non-blood related sister a guy could ask for.

Y/N, I guess we are famous now and have forgotten you? But that can’t be real I mean come on you helped write most of our songs. Well actually since you are the only one who will read this letter I’m going to let you in on a secret. You know that song ‘His’ ? Well it is about you, Bobby had told me about this girl that he really, and I mean really liked. So I wrote a song, I think I am the only one who knew about it though. But you know he has moved on with someone else. Anyways, I don’t think there is any way I could forget about you. So um thank you, when I left home and you found out, you had always made sure that I had somewhere to sleep and something to eat. It meant a lot, so yeah thank you.

With love,

Alex

Hey there Sweetheart, this one isn’t about me forgetting you because obviously we are married and that would be stupid. So I wanted to let you know how much I love you, because you are my home. You are my everything and my forever. Thank you for helping me when I was struggling at home, you made me feel like I was enough, and like I was loved. You look Gorgeous by the way, and I love you. I know I can’t see you right now but you really do. The boys are complaining that I am taking too long writing my letter so I am gonna end this quickly. You are my soulmate, my home, my breath, my everything and I love you so much.

Your Favorite,

Luke

Holding the photo close to my chest I lay down in bed pulling his flannel closer to me. It no longer holds his smell, just the memories. The tears come again but this time they are quiet and some are happy. Happy because at the end of the day I know that they will always be in my heart. Feeling a shiver run down my spine I drift off to sleep.

Xoxo love,

Reggie

Kissing the side of your head and hugging you tightly Reggie steps away and let’s the tears knowing that he can’t come see you again. Because if he did, it would break him and you; the person he loved with all of his heart, the person he was going to marry. Poofing back he let the tears and pain take hold of him, Alex and Luke embraced him as tears of their own fell.

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