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secxxvxx · 8 months

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Story type: Fred Weasley x fem*reader enemies to lovers

Summary: Fred is always being mean to

y/n. At the ed it is a love story looool.

Warnings: SMUT / NSFW, swearing, shouting,harm, bullieng, homophopia, selfharm, depressions

Word count: around 2470

"Y/n, darling, how ya doing?" Ask's the Redhead fred. A short "Shut it weasley" leaves your mouth while walking over to the coutch of the griffendor common room. You sit down beside the other twin. George. He has been you best friend since the first year. "Whats up pretty women?" He ask's. A big smile spreads over your face.

"Nothing" you awnser shortly. "How has your date been yesterday? Did cedric treat you well, hun?" He wonders. Fred looks over to you both. "It was grea-" as you were about to tell george, how it went, the onther twins shouts from the other side of the room. "A date? Who would date an ugly brat as you?" He laughs while looking at you. "I- i think i'll leave now.... we'll talk later george" you stood up and left in silence.

George looks at fred with angry eyes. "Really? You are such an idiot" he shouts while fred leaves with a smirk on his face.

As youre sitting in class, the pretty boy from yesterday appears behind you. "Hey pretty lady" he whispers into your ear as he sits down beside you. You feel your cheeks warm up and a smile spreads over you face. "Hey pretty boy" you say happily.

A few minutes after the class has started, you feel that something has been thrown at the back of your head. A paperknoil. You picked it up. It seem lile someone had wrote somthing onto it. "Mh.." you whisper as you unfold it. ~pretty girl? Never. He'll use you anyways.~

Your heart stops. This made you feel so bad. You turn around just to see him amirking at you. Fred. It was fred. You wish you could just kick that smirk out of his face. You feel tears building up in your eyes. Without asking you storm out of the classroom. You didnt care about anyone, not even cedric.

"Y/n, darling, wait." you hear cedric shouting. You wait. Not facing him. He hugs you from behind. "i read it. Dont care about them. You are the prettiest girl on earth." He smiles. You turn around. Facing him. He wipes away ypur tears.

One week went flying. After class cedring asks you to study with him in the hufflepuff common room and you agreed.

He smiles. "See you at 5?" He asks again. You agreed and went to the griffendor tower. "What is that smile for?" The fat lady asks. "There is that one boy-" you tried to explain and she starts talking. "Ahh... young love... anyways. Come in." There she goes. Opening the etrace to the griffendor tower.

A few hours later you are walking down the stairs. "How do i look georgie?" You ask happily. " what ist that a pj? Your going on a date in pj's or what?" Fred laughs at you. "I didnt ask you about you opinion!" You storm off into your droom. "Great." George replies. Before heading into you room, grabbing your favorite sweatshirt and you fav jeans and handing them to you.

Studing with cedric was great. He insisted to bring you back to the griffendor tower, but you shook it off, it wasnt far. "Good night then, pretty girl" he says, kissing your cheek. "Good night" a little smile leaves you face. As you were waling through the coridors you saw daniel and his "friends", stupid motherfuckers, picking on george.

Since george came out as bi-sexuel, the slytherin boys kept picking on him. "HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!" You ran over to geroge. "stupid mudblood!" Daniel grabed you by your arm and pushed you to the ground. You tried to defend your self, but he was to strong. You were looking over do george, who was held by two boys, and one punching george. "George!" You screamed, not caring about your own pain.

Suddently you felt someone pulling daniel off of you. It was fred. You ran over, helping george while fred was punching daniel. The boys ran away. "Fred stop! Thats enough!" You screamed. Fred let go of daniel and he quickly ran away, gollowing those pussys of friends.

You are sitting on the ground. Sobbing. Holding georges face. "Y-you take his arms, i take his legs" you said crying. As you both dragged george into his and fred droom, you started taking care about georges wounds. "I-it was my f-fault."

You said quietly. "It's not all about you y/n! You are so selfcentered!" Fred shouted. "Fuck you!" You stood up wanting to leave. "could you atleast take care about my hands?" You sat down, taking his and in yours, wiping his bloody hand with alcohol wipes.

"Quiet." You say. "Make sure georgie takes those pills when he wakes up. They'll help him heal faster." You stood up and left. Three weeks passed and cedric asked you to become his girlfriend. You said yes. It was all perfect. The last tuniere came and cedric had to stay one hour under water. You met his father. Time was ticking. The onlyones who were left were cedric and harry. A few minutes passed till you saw harry dragging cedrics dead body out of the water. You and his father ran over to him. You held him. Screaming. Crying. Sobbing. George came and pulled you away.

He took you to your room, letting you place your head on his lap. Crying. Fred entered the room. "You werent at dinner... i safed you some of your favorites." He placed some food y/f/f and some tea on the nightstand next to your bed and stood in you room silent.

(Y/f/f= your favorite food)

"Gosh, y/n stop crying already! He is dead, wow! Shit happens! A lot of people die, sometimes you know and love them, sometimes you dont!" You looked at fred, stood up and slapped him right through his face. You stormed off. You went for a walk. You sat down near by the forbidden woods. Suddetly you felt someone grabbing you. Placing one hand on your mouth and pulling you into the woods.

You were screaming. You never felt that kind of pain. No one heard you. You saw daniel and his group, A knife and a lot of blood. Your arm hurt. Your back hurt. And your stomache hurt. Blood. Everywhere. They left. Left you alone. Dying. Or some kind of shit.

Two day passed and no one heard of you. The corridors where filled with studens, when hagrid carried a half dead body through the people. Right to the hospital wing. Mrs. Pomfrey took care of you. Soon you'll be fine. When you woke up, you said nothing, just laying there and staring at the ceiling. Still traumatized. George sitting next to you, holding your hand. "It hurts..." you whispered. "I know." George said. A few day later you left the hospital wing.

Dubledore expelled the boys from school. You still felt unsfe. You have spend a lot of time with george. But you haven't smiled since that one day. Two weeks till the school year ends. "You wanna spend the time at our place again?" George asked. "Mhm.." you noded, leaning against george. " how do you feel georgie?" You ask quietly. "Good... how do you feel my love?" He ask. "Better..." you said. Fred sat across the room, Watching you both. "I want to be happy again. I want to live my life." You said and you voice cracked. George nods.

"Its time for bed now... i'll bring you to bed." You both stood up and left. "Good night fred..." you said. He didn't reply. George headed back into his and freds droom. Both of the boys were laying in their beds.

"Freddie..." george broke the silence.

"George..." fred said. "The things they have done to her..." he swallowed. "Mudblood-" he swallowed again. "-And die... kill... all over her body... she will keep those scars forever..." fred sat up. "What do you mean?" Fred ask. "they carved it into her body." George said. "W-what?" Fred replied. " she hates her self even more than she did before..." george said. "She hated herself because of me." Fred said. "Yes." Said george.

The next day, the boys entered the common room to find y/n sitting on the couch. Fred immediately went over to the couch. Hugging you. You did nothing. "I am sorry y/n/n" he whispers. "I know..." you say. George sat down on the other side. "I'm sorry too fred-" befor you could finish, He replied with a "i know".

"Georgie, could you leave us alone for a sec?" Fred ask. George noded and left.

"I want to explain..." he said. You nod. "I am so sorry.. i didnt mean to say all those thing to you. I just could stand you crying over other boys. I could stand you laughing at other boys jokes. I couldnt stand seeing you lauging with other boys, because they werent me."

You looked at him. "You are in love with me, arent you?" He is just nodding. He looks down to the ground. "Always been" he admit. "I never hated you either." You said. " i really liked you..." you admit. "Mhm... me too... but you dont like me anymore, right?". He ask. You shrug. "well... lets find out." He suddently pressed his lips onto yours. You didnt pull back. It was incedible. His lips were soft and his kiss was full of energy and adrenaline.

After minutes of kissing you break the kiss.

"WOHAAA FRED!" George shouted. Fred started to blush while you were giggeling. Laughing for the first time. The two boy were looking at you. Both huged you tightly.

The last two weeks flew by and you guys finally reached the home of the weasleys. Molly weasley was more than happy to see you again. She hugged you tightly.

That one day, everyone but you and fred, left for a trip. You and fred were cuddeling and kissing till something happened. You both wanted more, but as soon as fred wanted to pull your t-shirt over your head you pulled back. "S-sorry... i-i cant..." you said looking away. Not facing fred. "Its okay darling... george told me about it. I know what you are thinking of yourself, but you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen. You are more than perfect. Even if you gave scars, i dont care, if you want, i'll kiss every single on of them. Those scars are empty words. You are the prettiest human. I love you y/n!"

You looked at him. Shocked. Tears filled you eyes. You hugged him tight. Not letting go of him. "Thank you freddie..." you kissed his cheek. "Now stop crying my love" he kisses your forhead.

*START OF SMUT / NSFW*

Suddently you pull up your shirt. Revealing your black bra. Fred couldnt stop staring." Dear merlin, i hope that is a set!" He pulled of his shirt as well. Unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. "No way my dreams are comming true!" He stares at you black string and then looking up again. Seeing, or better hearing you giggle made him feel happy too. You felt comforttable now. He pulled down his jeans as well.

You inhale deep as he unclips your bra.

"Fuck... so pretty" he said. As he told you so, he kissed every single scar. Whe he reached the bottom. Where you string starts, he looked up to you, to make sure, that he is allowed to. As you nod, he pulls your string aside. Kissing your hot spot, then slowly licking over your slit. As you let out a moan, he looks up to you. "Fuck. This is going to be fun." He chuckled cause of your giggle and continiued licking and teasing you. As he felt you getting close, hes stops.

Your breathing was heavily already. "Come on man!" You said frustrated. "Shhh. I want you to cum all over my cock" he said with a smirk on his face, pulling down his boxers.

He slides of your string and throws it across the room. He pulls you down to the edge of the bed. "Fuck." You whispered at the moment you saw his length. "You like it, huh?" He asks. You nod. He starts pushing the tip into you. Teasing you to let out a soft moan. Then he sholves his whole length into your hot spot. You feel the heat comming up.

"Faster!" You scream, scratching his back. He does as he was told. "Freddie!" As soon as you screamed his name, he let go a loud growl. "Merlin! I'm gonna cum fred!" You screamed as he slamms his length into you. "Wait my love.." he pulls out and turns you around, that you are laying on your stomache now, before sliding in again.

"Oh god! FREDDIE!" You are cumming hard and rough. Fred followed you. He pulled you and slid of the condom full of his hot, sticky juce. "Gosh y/n!" He kisses you.

You kiss him back, you keep grinding against his body, kissing his neck and chest. Youre kissing his whole body, stopping before you reached the place he wanted your kisses the most. "By merlins beard, y/n!". He takes a deep breath. You start sucking on his hard cock. "Could you take it all?" He ask moaning. You try your best, but fail. "Let me help you... first relex." You relex. "Good girl. Now open your mouth..." you do so. He slowly grinds his hip forward. "Good girl. Halfway in." He continiues doing it. Your eyes are shut.

"Just a bit... yeah... yeah...." he groans loudly. his full lenght in your mouth now. A tear escaping your eyes. His balls pressed against your lips. He slowly pulls out, but emediantly slamming back inside. Feeling you gag on his dick made him moan. He repeats a few times before pulling out. Cumming in your mouth. "Good girl." You both were out of breath. He pulls you up, kissing you. He is hugging you tight, looking at you, strocking your arm.

*END OF SMUT / NSFW*

A few hours after, the weasley came back and you all had dinner. Everything was perfect. You and fred. Everything. You had a family now. You loved everyone.

This is my first story on tumblr. And english is not my mother language.... i hope you liked it :)

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #george weasley #enemies to lovers #harry potter #fred weasly x reader

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floralcyanide · 9 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧

ed baldwin x gn!reader

In which your husband, Ed, returns home to Earth from the Jamestown Base on the Moon after being stranded.

warnings: none, just fluff (:

word count: 525

author’s note: I'm back from my hiatus, except it's for my new hyperfixation, the Apple TV original For All Mankind. if you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend it! especially if you love history, alternate history, space, etc. this is a little fic for a moment that isn't shown between Ed and Karen on the show. reader is gender neutral!

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Your heart is thumping rapidly in your chest as you stand with the welcoming crew of NASA. Today is your first time seeing your husband, Ed, in over six months. Even in the South, it’s a bitterly cold December, so you pull yourself further into your coat. You cross your arms to keep in some warmth as you giddily bounce on the balls of your heels. Gordo and Danielle are close by, waiting to welcome their friend and colleague home as well. You can’t imagine what they went through together up there, but you know better than to ask.

Ed has to be cleared by NASA before making his first appearance since splashdown, so everyone is waiting as patiently as possible despite the tedious process. The press is everywhere, and you’ve been asked several questions. You never minded answering harmless questions to the media but still kept to yourself quite a bit. You and Ed liked your lives to be kept somewhat private.

The sound of clapping begins at the start of the crowd to your left, mission control coming out of their pit, and the landing crew to shake hands with Ed. You scan the area, waiting to spot your husband. You finally do, but he doesn’t see you yet. You swear your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Ed finally finishes shaking hands with the crew and isn’t too far from you now. His eyes dart across the crowd, looking for someone- looking for you. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, everything stops.

You start walking over to him, then begin briskly picking up your pace until you’re running over to Ed. You can hear the sounds of cameras popping as you dart to your husband, who looks over to you and opens his arms just in time to catch you mid-run. He spins you around in his arms as you bury your face into his neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck as you’re afraid to let go as if he’d vanish at any second, like this was all a dream. But it’s not; it’s real, and you can feel Ed’s strong arms supporting you. You take your time breathing in his scent that had long since disappeared from his pillow and clothes at home. You pull away from his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grab ahold of Ed’s face, looking him closely in the eyes for the first time in ages.

“I love you,” you choke out, “so much.”

“I love you too,” Ed grins, leaning in to give you the kiss you’ve been waiting so long for.

Everyone cheers and claps as you and Ed laugh into the kiss. He lets you back down onto the ground, his arm immediately snaking around your waist protectively as he leads both of you over to Gordo, Danielle, and the rest of the astronauts waiting. The entire time Ed speaks to them, you can’t help but beam up at him, watching as his face contorts into a laugh before he hugs Gordo and his other friends. Ed is finally back, and you couldn’t be happier.

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dynamitedemonlord999 · 9 months

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MERCY PT4:

(This is the last chapt of the series, don’t ask for more. Although I WILL add a few other chapters as Bonuses, and to help y’all get better ideas of why Katsuki fell so in love with you.)

Work, well it was work. You ducked under a massive but fairly strong villain as his heavily scared face snarled at you. You easily weaved through his many fists before cartwheeling out of the way and raising your hand. Hoisting his hulked mass upwards before then slamming his body downwards. As you were about to go at the man again, suddenly your dispatcher spoke in your ear. “There’s someone that is on hold and wants to call you.” Your brows furrowed as you dropped your level and whipped around the man “Who is it?!” You barked between breaths as you continued to slam aired punches and kicks towards the villain. “Someone from the —- Hospital-“ you gasped as you dropped down to the ground before the man could grab you. “PUT THEM ON!” You shouted frantically as you then pushed yourself into the air with your upper body and wind. Slamming a foot into the villain’s jaw.

You heard debries of the once office you were fighting in coming around you. Snapping your head you raised your hands to attack as you prepared a large ball of wind in your hands. “Oi! You damn Cloud Tripper! Aren’t you supposed to cause the LEAST amount of damage?!” You froze as your quirk disappeared, your heart suddenly did a summersault flip “K-King?” Suddenly with a yelp you jumped back as a large shard of ice slammed into the villain’s body, freezing him against the wall. “Tch, we’ll at least Someone knows how to end the fight early.” You heard a tired chuckle. Your heart’s beating began to increase as you snapped your head out the window “Youre-“ “Yws- I’m awake.” He said with less of a bark as though talking was taking more of his energy.

Snapping your head to Todoroki you held out your hand “You’ve got this right?” The male nodded “Are you ok-“ however before he could ask you then snapped to the opened window and jumped out, clicking your radio you then nearly screamed “TORNOVE OFF DUTY!” You shouted as you then spun yourself wildly in the air. The spuds fo citizens bellow you cheering. (Get it- Tornado Love? LOOK I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE FAK OFF!)

You zipped towards a window you would pass on your way to work everyday. Seeing its window wide open as curtains flowed out from it. You gasped as you stopped, nearly passing it. Snapping your head back in. You saw what you had dreamed. Katsuki sitting upright in his hospital bed with pillows propping himself up as his eyes were open- OPEN!

With half of the excitement and nerves getting the best of you. You rushed to the window before forgetting your winds which ahoved you in.

Katsuki spun around as he heard a series of banging, commotion, and yelping. Looking at the window he saw a person very clumsily climbing in as they had enough acceleration for a rocket. Before their foot was caught on the window seal as they broke in and with a swift motion.

“WHACK! BAM!” Their shaky, cloud patterned, costume fell onto the floor as the person full on face planted “WHO THE HELL AR-“ his eyes widened as he watched your mask fall to the her neck as your now wild h/c-Ed hair fell from your hood. Gasping he chocked on his words “C-Cloud Tripper? WHYD YOU COME AND FALL OUT THE WINDOW AND NOT USE THE FRONT DOO-“ you scrambled up before spamming your body into his, your arms wrapped around tightly his neck and shoulders and you shouted incoherently. “YOUREALIVEYOUREALIVEYOUREALIVE!!”

Katsuki blinked as he held onto you “I’m here I’m here!” You both pulled away and began to wildly kiss each other and pepper each other in love as you two held onto each other. Katsuki moved your legs on top of his lap as you two continued to hug and hold each other as though this was the first or last ever time you’d get with each other. Finally, you pulled away, cupping his cheeks as tears brimmed your eyes. You watched as Katsuki’s red eyes suddenly turned black as his pupils dilated much like a cat’s when their attention was fully on you. “Me-Ow.” His voice cracked as he held your hands.

“AWWW! *Sniff!* Katsuki I’m gonna cry- this is too much for me!“ “Tch! How the hell did you think I get when you Kept reading CHEESY ROMANCE NOVELS WHILE I COULDN’T HOLD YOUR FUCKING HAND?” It was the first time you had heard Katsuki curse, really the first time you had been able to have a full conversation with him since he had went into the coma.

It took a while for him to be able to become a hero again. Staring off with being your sidekick or as you referred to him as your partner. However none the less he was able to accomplish his dream. As you both took top two and three. However you two made sure to ways make time for yourselves. No longer was your home so empty as paintings of stars you had both made from date night filled the room. Some other drawings and paintings of Katsuki and Catsuki was littered thought the walls as many pictures of you two and your adventures, dates, and work days hung high and bright on your shelves. Some patterned clothes you had framed hung on the walls along with many diy crafts you both had made. Including a glued together, mountain of Fuji as you had a collection of rocks, pebbles, and some small boulders glued together from your many hikes up the mountain. You had petrified wood and other tree leaves to decorate the scene. Many jeweled pieces you and Katsuki found while roaming the trees now was part of a magnificent chandelier you had hung up. Everything was perfect as you both would dance thought the night and even sometimes sing with each other when your favorite show/song/movie/ect was up. Always holding hands to show off your strong relationship as you protected and provided for one another.

As you two stared at the ocean one day as the sun began to set. You hummed as you enjoyed the view. “The- view doesn’t/ look as beautiful without you-“ You gasped as you snapped your head towards your boyfriend as he smiled widely at you. “You- did hear everything huh?” “Tch, kinda hard to ignore someone who stumbles so damn much when they have to just look at words and say it.” He joked, you scoffed before lightly punching then hugging him. He held you in his arms, tightly as he inhaled deeply the scent of you and the ocean. “I love you King.” “I love you too Cloudlet.” Both of your voices broke as you two wavered like a rock against the ocean’s waters. However you both knew, that you would be ok. That you were safe. That you were home at last.

Clicking his tongue, you heard Katsuki say “You know- you should’ve named your agency Explosive Cloud Killer!” “What?!” You giggled as Katsuki stared up at your agency “Yeah, I mean come on! It would be The Best name ever!” “No it wouldn’t!” You giggled. “Tch! You really gonna say MY IDEAS are not THE BEST?!” You rolled your eyes “Come on! We have a shop lifter down the street.” “Oi! You didn’t answer damn Cloud Tripper!”

The End ❤️‍🩹

#bakugou x reader #mha fanfic #too many damn hashtags #cat bakugou #cat bakugou x reader

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onebigsimp · 3 years

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lorraine hits her head when she falls in the first movie and dies or is seriously injured maybe?

I was saving this for when I felt like writing angst again, and I do now! So here comes the o u c h. I'm getting a lot more comfortable with writing angst, actually.

Suggested Song: https://youtu.be/K9hNgVlJR34

(I cried writing this)

As you wish, anon!

Broken Boards and Broken Bodies

Ed watched and listened with horror as his wife fell. She fell for so long, but so fast. Lorraine, his precious love, had just slipped away. One moment, she was asking him for a music box, finding a noose, and the next moment, she was plummeting through the Perron's old house towards hard ground, screaming in fear.

Lorraine felt as if she were falling slowly, but terrifyingly fast at the same time. Her mind couldn't quite comprehend what was going on through the panic. Her nerves barely registered her body breaking boards and getting battered by them. The pain would probably be immense when the adrenaline wore off. If she even woke up after she hit the ground.

That thought made Lorraine want to scream even louder. But her lungs felt empty in this odd space where time didn't exist.

But it cleared her mind.

And then the questions came rushing in.

Was this what it felt like before you died?

Was this it?

Her last moments and she hadn't even said goodbye to Ed. Hadn't told him she loved him.

She hoped he wouldn't blame himself. It wasn't his fault. She hoped he knew she would always love him. He and Judy were her everything. The reason she was able to keep going when her visions took everything else from her.

Ed would always be her one true love. She loved to wake up next to him in the morning, and when he kissed her on the head. Lorraine loved everything about him and their life together. She would miss him. She hoped he could stay strong for Judy.

And Judy. Did she hug her enough? Lorraine was always gone. Did Judy understand she was loved? Did her little girl know that her she meant the world to her momma? Lorraine would do anything to hug her again. Just one more time before she died. Judy needed to know Lorraine would always love her.

Lorraine would miss them both so very much. They were her sun and her moon, her inhales and her exhales. Her deepest loves.

And she was saying goodbye without physically saying it. She was leaving them without giving them a chance to at least hold her hand and say they loved her.

Lorraine knew Ed and Judy loved her. They were two of the most loving and sweet people Lorraine had ever known. There was nothing truer than their love as a family. But for their sake, she would have wanted them to say goodbye.

Lorraine had been in contact with many a lost spirit before. More often than not, they just needed a little shove in the right direction, but the ones that missed their family broke her heart. They always seemed so lonely. So worried to leave their loved ones behind.

Tears streamed down Lorraine's face, her eyes blurring and her throat thick.

She hoped her family knew she loved them.

She hoped they could move on.

And with that, Lorraine burst through the crumbling wall and her head hit the concrete with a thud.

Her world went black. And there was nothing in her body anymore. Lorraine was gone, her body was just a shell. What made Lorraine "Lorraine", the essence of her, watched.

Watched as Ed stumbled down the stairs to find her. Her eyes empty of that beautiful blue sparkle. Watched as he screamed. Watched as he cried. Ed rarely cried. His father always yelled at him for it when he was younger.

The Perrons came slowly down the stairs, the girls weeping when they saw Lorraine.

Ed gathered Lorraine's lifeless form into his arms, gripping her as if he could pour life into her with his own body. He cried so loudly it overpowered all other sounds. He begged Lorraine to come back. To smile at him again.

"I don't think I can do this alone." He whispered. Like a broken prayer.

"I can't live without you." He dipped his head and kissed her face. "I love you Lorraine. Goodbye, my eternal love. My angel on earth." He whispered this so gently. The way he used to whisper in the late night hours as they lay tangled together after making love. He would whisper sweet nothings to her, stroking her face and kissing her again. Those were the magic moments.

And they would never have those moments again.

#ow ouch owie #the conjuring #the conjuring angst #ed and lorraine warren #the conjuring fic #this one actually hurt real bad #ow #ed warren #lorraine warren

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stateofloveandnegan · 3 years

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Alcohol - Eddie Vedder

Could you write an Eddie vedder one shot where he and the Reader argue because the reader has drug problems or bad drinking habits or something like that

it has literally been months to a year since i’ve written a one shot or anything of the sort, so pleaase, bare with me! I do hope you’ll enjoy this and don’t hesitate dropping a request if you’d like an idea of yours to be written by me!

Requested by: anon

Trigger warning(s): alcohol addiction, a bit angsty

It isn’t easy, to have a boyfriend who’s a famous singer in a very famous band. It’s very hard, actually. Sure, he cares for you, he loves you. And the rest of the boys and their partners do, too. But sometimes, the burden of the fame takes its toll on you. Hence why you started drinking in the first place.

The alcohol, it just gives you a better feeling. The feeling of not fully being in control anymore; you like it.

It’s only recently that Eddie’s realised what you’ve been doing. That you’ve been drinking the thoughts and weight away. And he doesn’t really approve, at all.

But every time he mentions something of the sort, you manage to sneak out of the conversation and continue your life as if nothing has happened.

“(Y/N), Eddie’s been looking for you.”

Stone speaks as he finds you in the treehouse. You and Stone built it when you were younger, and Stone knows this is your spot when you want to be alone or have things on your mind.

But, like often these days, he sighs as he sees you. Drunk out of your mind, half asleep on the beanbag you once placed in the house.

With a weak wave of your hand, you brush it off.

“Let him look, I don’t wanna see him now.”

The main reason you don’t want to see him is, well… jealousy. Eddie’s been getting so much attention from other girls and it sucks. It truly sucks.

Deep down, you know it’s not his fault for looking so damned gorgeous and being such a sweetheart. But he doesn’t really know how to handle the attention, so he often just lets the girls say inappropriate stuff, especially towards you.

They’ve said things about you that you wish you’d never heard. They say such mean things out of jealousy. At least you know better than to drag others down, instead you just sulk on your own, with a bottle of whiskey. Or whatever strong liquor you can find.

“No, (Y/N/N/). You’re gonna get up and come with me. You can’t keep doing this.”

But really, who is Stone to tell you what you can and can’t do? Okay, so he is your best friend. More your brother than anything, to be honest. But still, it’s your life and you are old enough to decide what you want to do with your own life. Even if it is messing it up with alcohol.

And so, Stone leaves. He knows he shouldn’t cross any lines with you, especially not if you’re drunk.

Days pass and you’ve been avoiding Eddie like the plague. You know he’ll speak up about it once he sees you. And instead of facing that conversation, you feel like avoiding Eddie and drinking more and more is the better choice.

Sometimes, your mind doesn’t work very logically. Even though, in your head, it makes sense to go for this option instead of facing your boyfriend of a year and a half. It’s the idea that it’d most probably turn into an argument that has you drinking even more.

Just to drown all those annoying voices and thoughts in your mind.

You manage to avoid Eddie for an entire week without him finding you. But then, one night, when you’re sitting in the Tree house once again, three bottles of wine, some beers and a bottle of vodka around you, Eddie comes up.

Feeling your heart clench when Eddie’s face comes into your view. Stone must’ve told him about the spot.

It’s funny, isn’t it? That you and Eddie have been together for over a year and this is the first time he ever sees the tree house. You always made sure to keep it a secret, because everyone needs to be alone every now and then, right? You didn’t want anyone but Stone to know about this place. To avoid moments like these…

Where you desperately want to be alone. But there your boyfriend comes up. And as much as you love him and want to kiss and hug him. You just want to be alone, because seeing him makes the jealousy return and you hate the feeling.

“Stone told me you’d be here.”

He doesn’t sound very pleased. And as you squint your eyes, you can see the look on his face. Which is even more displeased than his voice.

“Babe, c’mere.”

You mumble. Maybe it’ll help to just act like nothing’s wrong?

“Missed you, wanna cuddle…”

Holding your arms out and making grabby hands at him as you have a drunk smile on your face, albeit it being fake.

Eddie takes a moment to look around, letting out a very agitated sigh at the mess of empty bottles.

“Is this your new lifestyle, then? Getting drunk every fucking day and avoiding everything and everyone.”

The tone in his voice stings a bit, it’s harsh. Sighing dramatically as you move to sit up a little, but it doesn’t go without a bit of trouble.

“Don’t act like you never drink, Ed. You’re not a saint, either.”

Your voice now a lot less friendly. Even though you’re rather (very) drunk, you still know pretty much everything you’re saying and it comes out well. Moving to stand up in front of him.

He isn’t much taller, at all. He’s rather short for a guy. But that’s one of the things you love about him, that he isn’t much taller than you. You love his height, you love him. Everything about him.

The words you said to him make him even more annoyed, hand moving up as his finger points at you.

“Don’t pull that shit on me. I almost stopped entirely for you, (Y/N). Because you didn’t like me being drunk so often, and look where we’re at right now? The tables have turned. And for what? Tell me, (Y/N), just please tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

His voice isn’t as angry anymore, more a bit pleading now. He really just wants to know what’s wrong so he can help you. So you can work past this. Even if it won’t be easy.

Taking a step closer to you, he reaches out for your hands, but you push his away, not wanting to be held. Even though you desperately want to be held by him. It’s hard, isn’t it? Not knowing exactly what you want. Wanting two exact opposites at the same time.

“Please talk to me, sweetheart…”

And that’s when you break, the lump that has been in your throat for so long finally too much to handle. Tears form in your eyes and spill without any warning.

“I can’t do it anymore, Eddie! I just can’t… the fame, it’s too much for me.”

His face goes quite pale at that, that isn’t what he expected. Though he knows you’ve always been one to live a quieter life and be more in the background of things. Not for a second did it ever cross his mind that his job, his life was too much for you.

Soon, he grows rather annoyed again. At the way you’ve been acting and the way you suddenly throw this onto him instead of just talking to him like a girlfriend would do.

“So instead of telling me, you avoid me for days, a week!, and become a drunk bitch that doesn’t give a shit about anyone anymore?”

Okay, yeah, he crossed a line by saying that. Shaking your head in disbelief, eyes full of tears, your bottom lip quivering. But no words come out. Your throat is too dry to form any.

Eddie realises he went too far with that, and you can see him opening his mouth to say something. But honestly, with the haze that’s your mind right now, the pain in your heart and the heavy weight of his fame, this is the drop.

“A year and a half, that’s what you just threw down the drain.”

Clumsily grabbing your jacket, you make your way to the exit, but it’s a tree house… and you’re drunk. Getting back on the ground is quite the challenge.

But you manage to do it, without Eddie following you. He knows you, he knows the worst thing to do right now is to follow you. First of all, your emotions are all over the place. Second of all, you’re drunk. You need time to sober up and process it all.

A week passes before you manage to find the courage to face Eddie again, dressed in one of his hoodies as you make your way to the studio you know he’ll be in with the boys.

Breaking up with him was the wrong thing to do, and you’ve signed yourself into rehab to get rid of the addiction. Next week, you’ll leave to go there.

Swallowing thickly, you open the door and make your way inside, soon spotting the band. Most guys smile at you, a bit sympathetically, but Eddie, he doesn’t seem very happy to see you. In fact, there’s barely any emotions on his face, and that’s very unlike Eddie.

Opening the door to the area they’re sitting in, you smile a little before you speak up.

“Hey, Ed, can I talk to you?”

Voice soft and quite vulnerable.

He doesn’t really react, which stings, but you don’t show it. It’s Mike who eventually gives Eddie a push.

“Don’t be a child, go talk to her.”

With a roll of his eyes, he gets up and moves passed you into the hallway. At least there’s some privacy.

Nodding at the boys, you send them a bit of a smile before following Eddie and closing the door behind you.

“I just wanted to say sorry, Ed… I didn’t mean what I said and it was a mistake. I’ve signed myself into rehab, to stop the drinking. And I want to start seeing a therapist about what’s been so hard on me. We can get through this, I promise.”

It’s silent for a moment after you say those words, as if Eddie’s trying to find the right words to say, and maybe he is.

But what he eventually decides to say, breaks your heart into a million pieces.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. The breakup wasn’t a mistake.”

Your whole world seems to fall apart at those words, eyes looking at Eddie as if he’s turned into a ghost.

“B- But… Eddie, c’mon, it was a mistake. I know I’ve been acting like a bitch and I should’ve talked to you about it, I know that. But I’m going to fix this, I am!”

His expression doesn’t change and he merely shakes his head.

“It’s too late, (Y/N). I realized I’m better off without you.”

Not able to face him any longer, you turn around and make way for the exit, leaving the studio as quickly as you can.

There’s only one place to go to now; the tree house.

Getting into your car, you practically race towards the woods, parking the car at the nearest parking lot before making your way through the trees towards the right one. Climbing up into the house before you let all your walls down. Everything coming out all at once, all the emotions.

You’ve never been so heartbroken before. Feeling like your heart has been stabbed through with a knife.

That night, you fall asleep in the tree house, on the bean bag. Fortunately, you always keep a warm blanket in the tree house in case of emergency. Right now is an emergency.

The next day, you wake up feeling sore and broken. The events of the day before replaying in your head over and over again.

Okay, yeah, most of it is all your fault. You are the one that didn’t cope well with things in the first place. But you’re working on it. Not everyone just signs themselves into rehab. It’s a big step to acknowledge the addiction. And you took that step.

If only you’d known this would happen… then you would’ve done all of this much sooner. Like you should have, anyway.

In the days that follow, you make sure to stay away from any of the boys, not wanting to be confronted by any of the pain. But that’s not a very easy task, since you’re all in the same friend group and such. Their favourite spots are yours, too.

Eventually, much like you tried to avoid, you spot the boys sitting at one of the tables in the bar you always go to.

They don’t spot you yet, so you decide to use that to your advantage, especially when you hear your name being mentioned.

Sitting down at a table nearby, but not close enough for them to notice you, you try to listen to what they’re saying. Mike’s voice comes through first.

“You do realise we’ll be gone on three weeks, Ed? If there’s any chance left to fix things with (Y/N), you need to do it soon.”

They’ll be gone? Where would they go? Before you can think more, you hear Eddie groan, one of those groans that tell you he’s having a hard time thinking of the right thing to do.

“It’s better like this, isn’t it? Us going on tour won’t do her any good. I won’t be around and she needs someone that can support her, especially now she’s going to rehab.”

On tour, that’s where they’re going. They’re going on tour- wait, is that the reason why Eddie acted so cold? Why he said he didn’t want to be around you anymore? Because he wanted to protect you from him being away?

Before jumping into conclusions, you decide to wait a bit longer, ears still entirely focused on the boys’ voices.

“She loves you, Ed, don’t be so fucking dumb. She loves you and she needs you. Of course, it won’t be easy with you two being so far apart, but there’s phones, isn’t there? What if you just call every day? Or as much as you can.”

That was Stone’s voice, oh how you love that boy. Even though he isn’t really a boy anymore. The closest thing to a brother you’ve ever had.

“You love her, don’t you?”

Dave chimes in. Woah, you didn’t know that guy could still talk. But Eddie’s answer distracts you from the thoughts about Dave.

“I do, yeah. It felt so fucking awful to push her away like that…”

Possibly the biggest smile ever enters your face and you can barely contain your excitement. Slowly and carefully standing up, you make your way over to the boys’ table, standing right behind Eddie.

“I suppose we can still work it out.”

Your voice soft and gentle, a small smile on your face as the other boys already look at you, smiling too.

Placing your hands on Eddie’s shoulders, you feel him tense up a little, but then relax. He slowly turns around, those beautiful eyes of his meeting yours.

He swallows, his throat a bit dry from your sudden presence, before he speaks.

“You mean that?”

Nodding, you give him a genuine look.

“If you can forgive me for how I’ve acted, I can forgive you for pushing me away. And if I recall it correctly, I just heard you did it only to protect me. Even though you should have given me the chance to make a decision. I understand why you did it.”

He stands up, taking your hands in his own as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N). but I do think we have to talk about some stuff before we can continue.

“You’re right. Let’s have a chat.”

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nobodycallsmerae · 3 years

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Stuck on You...

All the former Titans and their kids laughed at Cyborg's reaction to the story they were currently narrating.

Dick, Kory, Mar'i, Vic, Karen, formerly known as Bumble Bee, and TJ and Beast Boy's family were currently all sprawled around the Logan household's living room, as all the friends told the kids the much-anticipated story.

'And kids,' Dick started, looking at his daughter, Mark and Maya, and TJ, Vic's son. 'That is how the "cutest" couple in the Titans universe came to be!' He chuckled.

Raven and Gar looked at each other as they leaned in for a kiss.

'Eww... PDA!' Maya and Mark whined as Mar'i smiled. 'I love, love.' She muttered under her breath.

Breaking away from the kiss, Gar asked, 'PDA? But I'm behind the closed doors of my house... with my family.'

'It means "Parental Display of Affection".' TJ chirped in.

'And it's much worse than "Public Display of Affection", believe me." Maya said.

All of them burst out laughing.

'But I have to say, I loved your story!' Mar'i said in a sing-song way. 'You really are the "cutest" and most romantic couple!'

'Hey!' Dick pretended to look offended, 'You do know that your parents are Dick and Kory Grayson, right?' He joked as the room was once again filled up with laughs.

'Well, I've gotta say, Logan.' Came a voice from above Garfield's head which made him release a girly "eep!" as Damian Wayne hanged upside down from the ceiling. 'You very much knew what you were doing.'

'WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?' Gar exclaimed, surprised from his visit.

'He came in with the Graysons', Dad,' Mark spoke up. 'Didn't you notice?'

'No!' Gar exclaimed, clutching his chest. He looked at Damian. 'I'm getting old dude, don't scare me like that!'

'I'll keep that in mind.' He replied, still hanging upside down, a smirk playing on his lips.

Though the present leader of the Titans would never admit it, he liked the former hero.

Yes, it was true that he was too immature of an adult, but he was also an amazing person and Damian always regarded him with respect, though small moments like these were common between them.

'So, Little D, word has it that you went on a date with Maya Logan here?' Dick smirked.

At this, Damian's eyes wide opened as he lost his balance and fell down from the ceiling, falling to the ground with a light "thud".

'Huh, who knew Damian Wayne could fall off like that?' Dick joked at his beloved, flustered brother

Maya, on instinct, rushed towards him and helped him stand up. After smoothening his red hoodie, and nodding a quick thanks at Maya, he finally regained his composure.

'It wasn't a date.' He glared with red cheeks at his step-brother, who was grinning. 'We just went to a library after school and as it was getting late, we just go-'

'Yeah, yeah, we know.' Gar cut him off, waving his hands in front of him. He slowly walked towards Damian and took a big breath. 'And, unless and until I get no complaints... I allow you to date my daughter.'

Maya blushed at her father's announcement, and a tinge of red was also visible on the Robin's cheeks.

'Re-really?' He asked, a bit surprised.

'Yeah.' Garfield put a hand on the boy's shoulder. 'I know you, Damian. You're an amazing kid, and I believe Maya will be safe with you... Just don't harm her.' He said the last line with gritted teeth as he squeezed Damian's shoulder with so much pressure, that the Boy Wonder's arm began to visibly shake.

'Ye- Yes Sir!' Damian gave an uncharacteristic squeak as Gar released his grip.

'Your daughter is safe with me.' He insisted, and then gave a small smile as he lifted his hand for a handshake, 'Thank you, Gar.'

Gar shook his head with a smile as he pulled the unsuspecting boy into a bear hug, as all the people around the room "aww-ed".

***

After all the entertaining events of the night, everyone was occupied with something or the other after a rather delicious feast prepared by Raven, with the help of her generous husband, of course.

As Raven was busy putting away some leftover food in the refrigerator, she took a moment to look around her.

She saw Kory and Karen, who were helping her do the dished earlier, were still preoccupied with gossips.

Dick was telling something to Damian and Maya, but she could see that they were paying less to no attention at the rambling adult, as they looked busy staring into each other's eyes. She let herself smile at that.

On the couch, she saw Vic playing video games with Gar. She smirked, Vic was still good at beating Garfield's butt at video games.

In the distance, she saw TJ talking to Mar'i, who looked a bit confused, while Mark was standing near them with a magazine, glancing at his friends with tinted cheeks. TJ is probably being the wingman for Mark. She smiled.

Raven remembered when they were younger, probably 18, or 19, Cyborg, and on some good days, even Nightwing would act as wingmen for Beast Boy, but she always dismissed them, thinking of it as some kind of prank. She laughed, thinking of the memories.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as she was lost in her thoughts.

'Hey, beautiful.' Gar whispered from her back. 'Something on your mind?'

'Nothing particularly..' She turned around to face him. 'Look at everyone...' She breathed.

Gar smiled and looked around the room.

'Look at them,' He looked at Damian and Maya, both in their own little bubble. 'Our little girl's all grown up...' He wiped a fake tear from his eyes.

Raven smiled, 'And what about Mark?'

'Ehh, he was ought to leave the house someday...' Gar jokingly waved her off as they both ended up laughing.

'But, seriously,' He said, looking at TJ taking to Mar'i while Mark was trying to be "cool". 'I have to teach my son some skills. He's not getting any girl like that.'

Raven chuckled.

'It's so amazing...' She breathed after a pause, 'All of us are still together... the Titans I mean. And, it's not like it's forced or anything... All of us are really... truly happy to be in each other's lives.'

'Yeah, well,' Gar smiled. 'We are a family, Rae. Vic, Kory, Dick, Karen... we're all part of such an amazing.. dysfunctional family.' He chuckled.

'I never thought I would have a family of mine, Gar...' Raven said, clutching his chest.

'But here you are, Rae!' He smiled, tightening his grip around her small frame. 'You're blessed with two amazing children... and a dashing and handsome husband if I do say so myself.' He wriggled his eyebrows which made her chuckle. 'And, you're an awesome wife and a loving mother... and the fact that you are also a selfless hero.. it all just adds up!'

Raven smiled.

Their relationship wasn't always the best one... It was mostly on-and-off.

But, in the end, both of them knew if they were to end up with someone, it would always be each other.

No matter how heated their arguments got... at the end of the day, all that mattered was they loved each other, and no one and nothing could ever change that.

She looked at him, his face glowing in front of her. He was always an open book, and though he did try to bury some emotions, Raven always knew better.

But now, in front of her, in his bright green eyes, there were no regrets, no sadness, no doubts or "what if" thoughts.

All that was there was happiness, adoration, passion, love, and hope for an even brighter future together.

Unable to control herself from all the wonderful emotions flowing off of him, she leaned forward and crashed her lips with his. Gar was taken a bit off guard but kissed her back just as passionately.

'What was that for?' He asked, panting a bit from the hot kiss.

'Nothing... just.' Raven held him close, burying her face into his arms. 'I love you, Gar.'

He smiled and kissed her head, holding her close.

'I love you too, Rae...'

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shelby-love · 4 years

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CONNOR RHODES

"Bring em' in."

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"Good morning stepfather." You tease Mouch as you walk into the spacious common room. You hear him let out the biggest groan at your words and you can't help but laugh at him.

"I can't believe you're her step dad," Herrmann snickered at the table.

"Trudy didn't choose who her kid is going to be." Mouch tells him.

"That was a low blow Mouch!" Kelly tells him and the rest agree.

"You two do realise that you could have gotten married together. Merge the costs!" Otis pipes in.

"Yeah and gotten married together at Molly's?" You ask and look at Herrmann. "No offense."

"None taken but Otis is right!" Herrmann fought.

"For your information Connor and I want to get married in a church and have a reception." You tell them while mentally swiping through your binders filled with wedding ideas. "Also I don't think we could've pulled off what Mouch and my mom did."

A round of applause erupts after that. While the bickering continues you make your way over to Gabby and Casey who are sitting together at the table. You ogle the fruit bowl in front of Gabby. "That looks delicious." You comment and take a seat.

"Do you want some? I'll go get you some." She suggests. With pleading eyes you ask her if she doesn't mind but she tells you to sit still until she comes back.

With her out of the sight you grab her fork and stab some fruit onto it. When you notice Matt staring at you, you ask "What?"

"I thought you didn't like kiwi." He comments, remembering the times when you used to pick at your fruit salat until all of the kiwis were out.

Weirdly enough, you were craving kiwis today. A wish for kiwis never comes up in your mind. Never. "I thought so too."

"Ambulance 61, truck 81, squad 3. House fire. 55th York Avenue."

"I guess you and kiwis weren't meant to be after all." With that Matt and you stride out of the common room with Gabby behind you.

***

"Holy shit." You take a deep breath once you're met with the hot air around the burning house. Everything seemed to bother you suddenly and your stomach started to do flips.

"Y/LN grab the hose! Let's go!" Matt instructs and you move your legs to do your job and help. With jiggly legs and a heavy stomach you make your way towards the group of men.

"Hey Y/LN you alright?" Kelly comes up to you. He places his hand onto your shoulder and takes a good look at you. "You don't look okay. Sit this one out."

You shake your head and fix your helmet. "I'm alright." You felt like you had the most terrible hangover of all time. You were nauseous and liable to vomit at the slightest provocation.

Like now.

It pushes through and makes you take off your helmet immediately and duck somewhere to empty your guts out. This never happened. Ever.

Soon enough Boden is next to you making sure you're somewhat okay. It's now 100% sure that you're sitting this one out.

"I... Don't feel so good."

And with that you collapse on the ground.

***

"Could it be food poisoning?" Gabby asks Natalie. When you were rushed into the ED followed by a bunch of frightened firefighters everyone in the ED feared the worst.

Even though you weren't suffering from any harsh burns or lung problems it didn't ease Natalie's mind at all, especially when your boyfriend was in the middle of operating.

"No, it's not food poisoning. Nothing to worry about." Natalie reassured them. "She's okay now. We'll just wait a little more for Trudy and Connor to get here."

"If it's nothing to worry about then why do we have to wait for Trudy and Connor?" Mouch asked.

"I'll talk to you soon." Natalie held the biggest news in her hands. You were pregnant.

***

"Doctor Rhodes?" Beth followed Connor out of the OR.

"Yes Beth what's up?" He asked while fixing his coat.

"Doctor Manning paged you down in the ED." She informed him.

"Why? A counsel?"

"She said it's your fiancée."

Connor stopped in his tracks. "Come again?"

"Your fiancée was brought in the ED while you were operating."

"Crap."

***

When he rushed into your room he was met by your worried mother who wouldn't leave your side. "What happened?" He asked her after greeting her with a hug.

"They told me she collapsed on a call and Natalie won't tell me anything more than that."

You woke up around that time as well. After getting used to the bright lights you were met with two sets of very worried eyes. One pair belonged to your loving fiancé and the other set to your loving mother. Both of them were dressed up in their uniforms.

"Did you leave work because of me mom?" You chuckled.

"Damn right I did." She told you and kissed your hands. "You made me worried sick."

"How about you?" You turn to look at the love of your life. "You aren't on trauma today."

"Shouldn't you just be glad that we're here?" He asked you while smiling.

Your mom nodded, "Yeah I agree with him."

A knock on the door pulled you out of your conversation. Natalie walked in with a smile on her face. She held the tablet in her hands and decided how to break it to you.

"How are you feeling Y/N?" She asked you.

"Drowsy." You simply replied. "I don't know how that happened."

"Well lucky for you I do." She smiled. "Y/N you're pregnant."

The moment you realised that you misinterpreted your sudden changes of emotion, appetite... Your world changed. The moment her words stopped was the moment you were at loss for words.

Your mom smiled happily and dived in to give you a kiss on the cheek while you wrapped your arms around her. "Oh sweetie... Congratulations."

Tears welled up in your eyes even more once you've let her go. Your mom, who is known to be a strong woman, had tears in her eyes and a smile that spoke thousands of words. She sniffed and said, "I'll leave you two alone. Congratulations."

Natalie followed her out right away and now the two of you were left alone.

"The baby likes kiwis." You blurt out and squeeze his hand.

"Kiwis?" He chuckled, scooting closer to you.

"Yeah. I had this huge appetite for kiwis this morning." Even though the thought of them made your mouth water in your head they were still the devil. "I think it's a boy."

Connor's hand found its way to your belly. You placed your own hands over his bigger one.

"Why a boy?" He asked you, still mesmerised by your belly that carried the miniature you.

"Because boys tend to like everything their mothers don't."

"I'm sorry I didn't get here when you were brought in." He apologised.

"Hey." You whispered and straightened up. You removed his hand from your belly and clasped it with yours. "It's okay. I was out of it most of the time. I'm glad you are here now."

"A baby." He laughed dearly.

"We'll have to reschedule the wedding."

"I don't mind." He leaned in and kissed you softly. The two of you spent a few peaceful moments together before he was paged back and he had to go.

"Good luck with them." Connor told you. You giggled into the kiss after remembering you have a lot to announce. "I'll be back with you two as soon as I can."

It felt surreal to think about the fact that you were carrying a baby. It will take you some time until you get used to it.

"Bring em' in."

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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Chapter 8: The Blacksmith’s Son

(from ‘The Conman and the Maid’ Series)

…in which Y/N meets Harry’s family and his first love.

Word count: 6.3k

AU: princess!y/n, conman!harry, prisoner!harry.

Series description: Y/N is a princess and Harry is a prisoner in her castle. With his help, she escapes from her arranged marriage in search of a happy ending, if there is one.

Wattpad link (original character Reyna as Y/N)

Hemera, the capital of the kingdom of Theros, was one of the largest and richest cities in the world, as the inhabitants were mostly merchants. It was assessed through gates, enclosed by a protective wall, and punctuated with towers and arrow slits, therefore, was the safest and most dangerous place to be in a war.

If the enemies had taken over the castle, these were the first people whose blood would spill. The thought made Y/N shiver as she entered through the gate. Was it concerning that it was the first thing to cross her mind?

Shaking her head, she rode Thunder faster to catch up with Harry. Not a single person knew who she was as they passed her like she was one of them. Harry glanced over at her with a look of confusion on his face. If only she could explain to him why she couldn't stop smiling, but all she could do was ask him to slow down. They weren’t being chased anymore, at this moment at least.

The city was crowded with buildings. Situated at the centre the tall spire of a church. People on the streets wore colourful clothes, and there were indistinct conversations and laughter everywhere.

Y/N hadn’t been allowed to look outside her carriage when she’d come here with her family, so this almost felt like the first time she was here. As they travelled past some dancers on the main street watched by admiring ladies, one of the men handed her a rose and kissed her hand. Fascinated, she asked Harry if they could stay and watch. But he only gave the stranger a spiteful look and urged her to go faster.

They took a turn onto a less crowded street, and he inquired, "So where does your uncle live?"

"Uh...near the castle," she mumbled.

"Where specifically?" He slowed down for her to catch up, his voice cautious, "I mean, what's the street name?"

"I don't remember the name but I remember the route from the castle. Just take me there and I'll figure it out."

"It takes a day to go from here."

As he said nothing more and stared reluctantly at her, she asked, "so...what are we going to do?"

"We can...spend a night at my house. It's only fifteen minutes away and--"

"That's great! Let's go to your house then!"

Her excitement surprised him but couldn't stop the childlike smile from spreading across his face. He gave her a signal to follow, kicked his horse and rode ahead. It was silly how she'd gone through all that trouble to see her uncle, and now she was wishing tomorrow wouldn't come too fast. What would she do when she finally made it to the castle? Would she tell Harry the truth then, or before? How would he react? Would she ever get to see him again?

Besides, she still owed him an answer. She wished she’d said no when he’d asked that night. A conman courting a princess would be so absurd. Her uncle would never allow that. The people would never allow that. How was she going to choose between betraying her title and betraying him?

Just one more night, she told herself, pretend to be Rain for one more night, and whatever happens, will happen.

"Welcome to my village," Harry said in the least enthusiastic tone she had ever heard. But as she scanned her eyes around, his tone finally made sense. This must be the poorest area in the capital. It looked like a tiny version of what was happening in Isolde during the wintertime, except there was no other excuse for these people to look angry and tired other than being poor.

She tried to keep the smile on her face so she wouldn't hurt his feelings, but it'd be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed.

"Harry!" A young woman dropped her buckets full of water the second she saw their horses from afar. Harry jumped off Lightning to catch her in his arms and lifted her feet off the ground with his strong bear hug, while she was sobbing into his neck.

"Gemma," he breathed harshly, his eyes pressed shut. That was his sister. She’d thought he was dead like all the other Southerners who’d entered Isolde. Y/N gracefully got off her horse and led Thunder toward them.

"Thank Heaven, you're still alive!" Gemma said as Harry wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead. "They told me that you were captured. How did you escape?"

"I got some help," he said, turning back to Y/N.

Gemma's eyes went wide as Y/N said hello. But before Y/N could properly introduce herself, the woman wrapped both arms around her and trapped her in a suffocating hug. "I don't know who you are, but thank you for saving his life."

Y/N looked at Harry, a smile stretching her lips. To his sister, she said, "it was your brother who saved my life."

Gemma let her go but kept both hands tight on Y/N's shoulders. "I'm so glad he met you. You're so kind and beautiful."

"Thank you," Y/N said shyly. The word 'beautiful' fitted Princess Y/N better than it did Rain. Rain -- the princess' maid, dirty hands, messy hair, wearing rags for clothes -- was far from beautiful. Still, it made her happy whether Gemma had meant it or just being nice.

After hearing the short version of what Harry and Y/N had gone through, Gemma got emotional and insisted that Y/N stayed with them for a few days. But Y/N kindly refused because she had to leave tomorrow morning.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Harry's smile fading.

"Come inside!" Gemma tugged at Y/N's arm, pushing Harry's shoulder. "Ma will be so happy to see you."

Y/N almost forgot that he had a mother, who was sick. He'd never mentioned what illness it was, but ever since he left, Gemma had been staying at this house instead of her husband's because their mother couldn't be left alone.

Following them, Y/N slipped through the curtains into a room dimly lit by sunlight from a square window above the bed, where lay Harry's mother.

"Ma, look who's home," Gemma said.

Y/N stood by the entrance, hand wrapped around Harry's forearm. Flashbacks ran through her mind, and she saw herself rushing into her mother’s chamber the night her mother had passed away. The memory sent a cold shiver down her spine as she leaned closer to Harry.

His mother weakly propped herself up and sat upright with Gemma's support. The second she saw Harry's face, however, she gasped and jumped right out of the bed. Y/N let him go as a reflex, and his mother threw her arms around his neck, tears running down her face.

"Ed! My dear Ed, you're home!" she wailed and turned to Gemma. "Go get your brother, Gemma! Your father is home!"

Y/N was frozen to the spot, her mouth formed a silent 'o' as Gemma gave her a sad smile and quietly left the room. Harry kissed his mother's forehead and whispered, "I'm here, my love," in her ear, his eyes locked with Y/N's. "It's me, your dear Ed. I'm home."

Y/N had known that Harry’s childhood had been unpleasant, but this was far from what she’d expected. She should be upset that he hadn’t trusted her enough to tell her about his mother’s sickness, but she knew this wasn’t easy to talk about. His mother was mentally ill, which was why all the good doctors in the land could not cure her. She’d lost her mind since her husband had sacrificed himself to protect their family in a war between the South and the North.

She’d been right to worry. The people in the capital were always the first to suffer the consequences of war.

"Sometimes she remembers who I am. But most of the time, I'm her dear Ed," Harry chuckled, leaning a shoulder against the door while toying with the gold ring on her finger. They were outside the house, while Gemma stayed in the bedroom to keep an eye on her mother. The poor woman was finally getting some sleep without waking up every five minutes calling out her late husband's name.

"She’s been sick since I was born, but it only got worse after he’d died. The kids around here used to call her the crazy lady, and I was so ashamed of her that I even joined them and made fun of her when we ran into her on the street. Those kids didn’t know I was her son because she didn't remember me, but I always felt so shitty afterwards."

Y/N stepped closer, putting a hand to Harry's cheek as his hand rested on her lower back. "When we first met, you joked that I talked like the crazy lady in your village," she recalled, making him laugh as he wiped away a tear.

"Yeah. You still remind me of my mum." He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his lips arched. "You're so gentle yet headstrong. In a good way, of course."

"Oh, Harry." She tiptoed, pulled his face down and kissed him with a tenderness that made her chest throb. It was a terrible idea to be affectionate towards him when she had to turn him down eventually, but she couldn't help it. She loved him.

The thought of saying goodbye and never seeing him again formed the tears that stung her eyes. When she heard his warm laughter, she glanced back up, and he cupped her face between his palms, their lips meeting again. She kissed him back. But she wasn't allowed to. She had to stop. Now.

"Harry.” She jerked away, both of them breathless. "Can you show me around?"

He rolled his eyes, bringing her hand to his chest. "There's nothing to see here, Peach. This village is like a big funeral. Because we all die a little bit every day."

Y/N swatted his chest for that joke as both of them guffawed. "Well, I'm already dressed in black." She lifted her skirt. "So would you like to be my escort to this funeral?"

"That'd be my pleasure, Lady Peach." He intertwined their fingers together and kissed the back of her hand, a smile touching his pink lips.

The market was probably the most crowded place in this village. It was not very different from the ones she'd been to before, only less full, so she didn't have to worry about slipping into a sea of strangers. Most sellers were cold and distant, but there were a few nice old ladies who recognised Harry and pinched his cheeks as he stopped by.

One lady asked if Y/N was his wife. He neither confirmed nor denied it, but he did steal a glimpse at her to see her reaction. She blushed and smiled back. In the fictional world inside her head, however, she wasn't a princess, they were married, and lived happily ever after.

"There are headbands over there and you decided to buy a bloody dagger," he joked when she gave the coins to the merchant and turned back to him, swinging the pointy blade in a silly manner that made him snort.

"Be careful with that, sexy. You might hurt yourself," said the middle-aged man who owned the shop.

Before she could respond, Harry snatched the weapon from her hand and stabbed it into the desk. The wooden surface cracked down to the centre. He yanked the dagger out of the wood and tossed it to her. She caught it effortlessly. All had happened in two seconds.

"That's my wife you were talking to." Harry scowled at the man whose face was colourless. "The last person who’d messed with her got his balls cut off and fed to our dog Whiskers. Right, darling?"

Whiskers. What a funny name for a dog. "Right, my dear," she said, smiling at the man's crotch, and he recoiled behind his counter like a scared little mouse.

Harry smoothed his palm over the crack on the table, and with a smirk, took her hand and escorted her away. When they had left the market, she turned to him and pointed the tip of her blade to the opening of his shirt, batting her lashes seductively. "Was that a proposal I heard?"

That joke stopped him in his tracks. He took her hand that was holding the dagger, put the dagger back into its sheath at her waist and held her hips, drawing her closer. Their eyes locked, her heart pounding. "You still owed me an answer, Peach. One question at a time."

A thousand voices in Y/N's head were screaming no, but the butterflies in her stomach were cheering her on. Fuck it! she thought and pulled his mouth down to hers, arms tightened around his necks as his encircled her waist. A cool breeze blew through their clothes and they pulled back just a bit to catch their breath. He smelt so nice, like pine trees, wildflowers, and home.

"I kept thinking about us...at the waterfall," he whispered, his voice so husky it sent a shiver down her spine. She felt as if his fingertips were burning through the thin fabric of her shirt and trembled as she brought both hands to his face. If this was wrong, she never wanted to be right again.

"Harry, I--"

"Are we fucking on the street now?"

The voice made them spring apart. Harry kept his fingers around her wrist, staring dagger at the man in front of them.

"Gideon," he spat out the name with disgust. She’d never heard about this guy before, but from Harry's previous reaction, she assumed they weren't exactly friends.

With a contemptuous smile, Gideon made his way toward them. He was more muscular than Harry, just not as good looking. And the fabric he was wearing was expensive. He surely wasn't from here. He put his hands on his hips, looking Harry up and down. "I haven't seen you in a while. Didn't they say you were dead?"

"Let's go, Peach."

"Oooh, is this your new girl?" Gideon reached for her arm when they sidestepped him. As a reflex, Harry grabbed her dagger. She caught his wrist as Gideon bounced back, hands shot in the air.

"Don't fucking touch her or I'll cut your damn fingers off."

The threat startled her, but Gideon was unfazed; he relished Harry's anger. The bastard rubbed his chin, eyeing her up, a smirk tugging at his thin lips. "Does she feel as good as Kennedy?" His question turned her stiff. "Or should I also fuck her to find out myself?"

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"Harry!" She tightened her grip around Harry's waist as Gideon started walking backwards with the assholest smirk. Harry was giving him exactly what he wanted.

"You don't deserve Kenny, you piece of shit! Don't let me see you again!"

She held Harry tightly until Gideon was gone. A few villagers gave them judgemental stares as they passed by, but she didn't give a damn about them. She had never seen her Harry so enraged and violent. His face was red, the veins popped out on his neck, and his jaw and fists were clenched tight.

That must be Kenny's husband -- the rich man she'd agreed to marry because she thought Harry was dead. Was that why Harry hated him so much? Or had there been a long history between them? She hoped it was the latter. Because she wouldn't know what to do if deep down Harry still longed for the first love that had gotten away.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice was much gentler as he stared down at her with concerned eyes. There was her Harry.

"Yes. Are you?" She held his wrists while he was cupping her face.

He seemed indisposed to speak. "That bastard doesn't live in this village anymore. But you should stay away from him."

"Was that Kenny's husband?" To her disappointment, he gave her nothing but a "yes" to confirm what she already knew.

It must be difficult for him to mention Kenny in front of her. Though they weren't exactly lovers, they had been acting like it for the last couple of weeks. But if he couldn't say the name of his first love unless he was angry with whom she'd married, then she might still mean something to him. Unsettling thoughts crept back into Y/N's head. Too many fucking thoughts. Too many fucking feelings.

They arrived back at Harry's house before sunset to help Gemma with dinner. Gemma was talking to her husband outside the house. The second he saw Y/N, he ran to hug her like they were old friends.

One lesson Y/N had learned since she’d left the North was that normal people loved hugs, whereas royalty hated body contact for some reason she still couldn't figure out. It used to be so odd and uncomfortable for her, but she liked it now, very much.

Gemma's husband was a hunter. His name was Caleb. He looked older than Gemma, and borderline scary, with his big beard and many scars on his arms. But from the way he interacted with his wife, Y/N could tell he was a nice family man. Caleb and Gemma reminded Y/N of her parents somehow. The bittersweet comparison made her heart tingle.

Once the introductions were through, they came into the house and sat around the table to chat. Meanwhile, Gemma was preparing the meal in the kitchen. Y/N had volunteered to help though she had never cooked before. However, she'd learned how to use a sword, shoot arrows, and ride a horse, so cooking should be easy.

Gemma insisted that she worked alone, though. She said the men were useless and Y/N was a guest. Besides, Caleb didn't leave Y/N alone with his endless questions about her kingdom and life in her father's castle.

He said he’d never left this village and was curious to know what was beyond Wind Valley. How Harry and Y/N had crossed it was still beyond his imagination. Caleb's life must be so easy. For her, the less you knew about the world, the easier your life was.

She didn't participate much in the conversation and let Harry do most of the talking, and he seemed fine with it. He was talking happily again as if their earlier encounter with Gideon hadn't almost triggered him to kill a man. He didn't seem like himself. That was not her Harry.

The footsteps at the entrance of the house made all three of them turn their heads. In the doorway stood a young girl, a beautiful one, with long brown hair and a gentle-looking face.

Kenny. The name sprung up in Y/N's head when Harry jumped to his feet and took the girl in his arms. Her arms were locked around his neck, her eyes shut, a crease appeared between her brows as she held him closer. They stayed attached as if they were the only people in the room, and everyone else, including Y/N, had faded into dust.

Y/N's chest throbbed unpleasantly at the sight, while her fingers clawed at the wooden surface of the table.

Harry finally let go, and Kenny began to inspect his face. "I thought...I thought you were--" She slapped a hand over her mouth, too emotional to finish that sentence. Y/N's heart was rattling inside her chest when Kenny traced her fingertips across his features. Suddenly, she burst into tears and hugged him again.

He rubbed her back, laughing softly, "It's okay. I'm safe now. I'm home." That was the same tone he'd used earlier when he was talking to his mother and pretending to be his deceased dad. Almost the same words too.

Why was he talking to Kenny like that? Why did he sound like a husband reuniting with his wife? That's somebody else's wife, cried the voice inside her head. But she knew her subconscious mind didn't really care. She was only jealous of the bond they had, too embarrassed to even admit it to herself.

When Harry and Kenny finally joined them at the table, Harry's eyes met Y/N's and his beam vanished. She didn't know what it meant -- Guilt? Disappointment? Or regret? Was this the moment he finally realised he'd been living a false fantasy this whole time? Now that he finally felt something real again? The lump in Y/N's throat grew almost too big, suffocating her.

Caleb switched his eyes from Y/N, to Harry, and to Kenny, quickly catching on to what was happening, so he turned around in his seat and told Gemma, who was at the back of the house, "Kenny's here!"

"Oh, Kenny! When did you get here?"

Kenny let out a soft laugh as she arched her neck and shouted back, "Just this morning! I came to visit my mum!"

Y/N shifted her gaze from the girl to her hands on the table. Kenny didn't live in this village anymore. Harry had said that. She hoped Kenny wouldn't stay for long.

"I'm spending the night at my mother's house," Kenny said to Harry and Caleb, making Y/N's heart sink. "My hus--Gideon...has already gone back home."

Why didn't she say her husband? What was she afraid of? Harry wasn't in love with her anymore. Did she know that? The questions were pounding in Y/N's head as she thinned her lips, breathing in again.

"This is Rain," Harry finally said. Her eyes bounced from her hands up to his face to catch his smile.

Suddenly, she was angry at him. He didn't get to smile and act like he hadn't just snuggled up to another woman. Still, she turned to Kenny and introduced herself, once again saying the fake name she'd gotten tired of.

"I'm Kennedy, but everyone calls me Kenny. I'm Harry's...best friend." That little pause made such a big difference, which annoyed Y/N. Still, she kept that remark to herself.

The rest of the conversation was just Caleb asking Kenny about her family, and her answering reluctantly whenever she had to bring up her husband. Her freaking husband -- the one she was married to and would spend the rest of her life with.

Y/N was fuming inside. But once she had calmed down, it occurred to her that she and Kenny were not much different. When she reunited with her uncle, she would be royalty again, which meant she would never see Harry again, and one day have to marry a prince or a king. She would love her husband, because why would she settle for an unhappy marriage? But would she ever forget Harry, her first real love?

He was also Kenny's first real love, and maybe still Kenny's only one. She shouldn't be angry at Kenny; she should feel sorry for her, sympathise with her. Because neither of them could end up with him.

Caleb stopped his story midway as he remembered he hadn't gotten the horses back from his brother's stable. He asked Harry to go with him, promising that it wouldn't take long, and Harry was happy to help. But from the look he gave Y/N before walking through the door, she knew he worried about leaving her and Kenny alone.

Did he think she was going to hurt his precious little Kenny?

Y/N felt her stomach churn as the men departed. Silence hung over the room for what seemed like forever. Her ugly nails suddenly became so fascinating that she could continue staring at them for the rest of the night, just so she wouldn't have to chat with Kenny. They really had nothing in common but Harry. It wasn't like they would start talking about him.

"What do you think of Harry?"

But Y/N guessed she was wrong. She glanced back up, meeting Kenny's chocolate eyes, and her lips twitched slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Do you...have feelings for him?"

She appreciated Kenny's straightforwardness though it made her uncomfortable. Was this the kind of topic people who shared the same love interest normally discussed? She had never experienced anything like this before, so she hoped she wasn't making a fool out of herself.

"No," she said when she couldn't find any reason to tell the truth. She thought it was only fair that it was Kenny's turn to answer her own question. But Kenny said nothing. Instead, she complimented Y/N's delicate features and called her beautiful.

Kenny was more beautiful than her. If this girl put on an expensive gown and a crown, she could be a real princess. Princes and gentlemen would be lining up to ask for her hand. She wouldn't have to settle for that rude Gideon. Maybe then, when she had so many great options, she would leave Harry alone.

Y/N couldn't believe it. Did she really consider playing matchmaker just to get rid of Kenny? That was low for a princess. She almost didn't recognise herself.

The silence, once again, began to stretch. She was waiting for Kenny to ask about her adventure with Harry. At least Stefan, Caleb, and Gemma had. People were usually curious about the story. But Kenny didn't raise a single question. She was fine with knowing that Rain, who used to be a maid in King Willem's castle, had helped Harry out of prison, somehow they had made it back to Theros alive, and most importantly, Rain allegedly didn't have feelings for Harry. That seemed to be enough for Kenny.

The flame in the fireplace was dancing in Kenny's eyes as she spoke again, "can I tell you a secret?"

Y/N grew stiff. "A secret?"

"Yes. But you cannot tell anyone."

"But...Why me?"

"Because we just met. I'd rather be judged by someone I just met than someone I know," Kenny said, her smile fading.

Y/N straightened her back and took a deep breath. That sounded like a justified answer. But she hoped the secret wasn't something as serious as Kenny having committed murder. Y/N already had a hard time dealing with her own crimes; she couldn't take on someone else's guilt.

"I'm not here to see my mum," Kenny said, and Y/N stopped picking at her own arm. "I lied to Gideon that my mother was sick so he would let me go. He didn't care about my mother to even check on her to see if I was lying. I came because...because my sister's husband saw Harry at the gate. I had to see for myself if that was true."

Y/N didn't know what to say. A part of her had always known Kenny had come back to this village because Harry was home. To hear it from the girl only made it worse.

"My father was poor, so my mother wanted me and my sisters to marry rich. She didn't approve of Harry. She said, 'as long as I'm still your mother, you will not marry the blacksmith's son.'" Kenny raised her eyebrows as she simpered, "She was so happy to hear that he was dead. She didn't care that it nearly killed me."

Y/N knew exactly how it felt. She thinned her lips and scrutinised Kenny. Her feelings towards this girl kept shifting back and forth between jealousy and sympathy. But the next thing Kenny said sent her brain into lockdown, "I'll ask him to run away with me."

What did she mean? Ask whom to run away with her? Harry? Y/N's Harry?

"I'll ask him tonight. We'll run far away from here and start a family. And we'll come back to visit his family once in a while. I don't care about Gideon's wealth, only my mother does. He doesn't love me. And I can't love him." Kenny placed her hands over Y/N's, her voice desperate yet hopeful. "I was so relieved to know that you're only his friend. Because I could...I could never compete with you."

What was happening? Please, stop. Stop talking, please...

"I'm telling you this because I need to get it off my chest. No one has loved me the way Harry did. D-Do you...do you think he still does?"

Y/N could say no. She wanted to say no and tell Kenny to get rid of that idea because Harry was hers now. But her conscience didn't let her answer on his behalf. When did he ever say that he was hers? She had made it up all in her head because she loved him and felt possessive of him. She didn't know what he wanted. It might not be her.

She parted her lips, her breathing unsteady as Kenny squeezed her hands, asking for the answer she couldn't give. The words rolled out of her tongue before she could swallow them, "You should ask him."

"Really?" Kenny said brightly, and Y/N nodded her head, her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Thank you! I'll speak to him in private after dinner. Then, I'll ask him."

And Y/N would wait. She hoped there was ale. She would drink a lot of ale while expecting the worst.

"Kenny, can you lend me a hand?"

"Coming!" Kenny shouted back to Gemma and hurried to the back of the house. Quickly, Y/N got to her feet and rushed after her.

In the kitchen full of cooking smoke, Gemma was struggling with the steaming pot of soup while making sure the fire was going at a steady heat. Y/N didn't know how it worked. She had never watched people cook before.

She stood rigid in the doorway as Gemma asked Kenny to fry the fish. Kenny gracefully moved around the chairs and collected different ingredients on the crooked shelves. Y/N watched them carry out their tasks so effortlessly, like when she danced with her sword. Sword-fighting suddenly looked like a children's game now.

"Just leave us, Rain. You don't have to do anything," Gemma said, and Y/N should have fled right away. But she was her father's daughter. Arrogance ran in her blood. She had to go in.

"I want to help," she said and padded across the kitchen to where Gemma was standing.

"Okay." Gemma nodded her head at the raw pork on one of the dishes. "You can roast the pork."

Y/N rubbed her eyes as the smoke made them water and fumbled through the ingredients and vegetables. She had no clue how to start. How should pork be roasted? What should it be roasted with? Did you start by chopping it, or putting the ingredients on it? Wait, did you put ingredients directly on the pork, or into the pot?

"Are you looking for onions?" Kenny's voice made her spin around.

"Yes, onions!" She accepted those from Kenny. Thank you, Kenny.

She believed she had seen Stefan cut an onion before. If she wasn't engulfed in smoke, she would have recalled it already. She picked up a random knife she saw on the table, staring attentively at the round vegetable as if it was the first time she'd seen it. It was in the wrong colour! Right, she must peel its skin first.

She wiped the beads of sweat upon her brows with her sleeve and started peeling. She had to do it quickly so Gemma and Kenny wouldn't get suspicious. Once she had the white onions that looked like the ones Stefan had cooked, she picked up the knife again. Thanks to her sword skills, she chopped them perfectly and wiped her hands with a cloth.

"Here. Use this pan." Gemma handed her a pan and that was actually the first time she'd held it in her hands. But these women should not know that. She was Rain, not Princess Y/N of Isolde. Rain was a maid, who should be an expert of pans and pots.

She suppressed a smile at her own stupid joke and poured a bit of oil into the pan. Look at her. She was cooking like she'd done it since she was born. She proudly placed the pan over the fire. But right as she put the onions in, the oil splattered onto her arms and she bounced back, dropped the pan and bumped into Gemma.

The world stopped. Four eyes set on her. She stumbled over her apology and blindly reached for the pan to pick it up. The heat stung her fingertip and she jerked away, sucking the burnt finger into her mouth.

As her heart finally slowed down, she stared at the oil-covered onions on the ground. She'd not only ruined dinner, but also her dignity.

"Are you okay?" Gemma grabbed Y/N's arm, but she pulled away, her mouth wrinkled. It was meant to be a smile, but she was on the verge of tears.

When Kenny asked, "Would you like to lie down for a moment?" and told Gemma, "She's probably exhausted," Y/N almost screamed at her to shut up and stop being so nice.

She couldn't hate Kenny if Kenny was nice. Why wasn't Kenny a money-hungry monster, or only mean to her when Harry wasn't around? She wanted to hate Kenny so much. She needed a reason to believe Kenny didn't deserve Harry. But Kenny was too freaking nice to her. Kenny was perfect. And Y/N couldn't even fry onions.

Before she could utter another word, Harry's mother appeared in the doorway. The woman squealed when she saw Kenny and ran to give her a hug. "I miss you, my sweet daughter-in-law. Where's your husband? Where's my son?"

Daughter-in-law?

"Uh...He went out with Caleb. He'd be back soon," Kenny said with a smile.

Harry's mother pinched her chin. "What about your puppy Whiskers? Does he eat well?"

Whiskers? Was that the name Harry had given his and Y/N's imaginary dog? Except it wasn't theirs. It was his and Kenny's first.

Y/N could see him and Kenny telling the same joke and sketching out their bright future, where they were married and had a dog named Whiskers. That was the future they could have if they ran away tonight.

"Let's go, Ma. It's not safe for you to be here," Gemma said and led the sick woman out of the kitchen.

Kenny looked over at Y/N and lifted a shoulder. "Mama Styles doesn't know what she's talking about. She thinks I'm married to Harry."

"And you let her believe that?" Y/N blurted as she couldn't help it, but Kenny didn't seem offended at all.

"I often came over to check on her after Harry was away. I never said that I was his wife, she just assumed that I was, because I always gave her news of him to keep him alive inside her head." Kenny's jaw worked for a moment, her thick eyelashes fluttering to hold back tears. "She has a weak heart. She wouldn't have been able to handle such terrible news. I told her that he was a merchant so he always travelled and didn't have time to visit her. But she wasn't angry at him. She was happy to know that he had a decent job, and alive. She enjoyed the made-up stories about us and our dog Whiskers." Kenny paused for a moment. "We'd always said we'd get a dog."

The girl ended the last sentence with a laugh, so soft yet so destructive. It caused Y/N more pain than her burnt finger. She was burning from inside out; her heart was inflamed. This fire couldn't be put out.

Tears stung her eyes but she tried to hold them back. She wasn't going to cry in front of Kenny.

"The men are home. Let's feast!" Gemma exclaimed brightly as she dashed into the kitchen, putting an end to the depressing atmosphere.

Y/N carried the dishes outside to set the table. Her footsteps faltered when she heard Harry's voice and saw him come in through the front door. He smiled at her. And she smiled back. She felt like crying again.

Dinner was awful. Not the food. The food was great -- though there was no fried onion because Y/N had wasted the last ones -- everyone's exuberance was what made it so awful. Even though her stomach was growling, she ate very little.

Harry's mother paused the conversations a few times to ask, "who's this girl?" Y/N had lost count of the times she'd repeated her fake name, but the old woman still couldn't remember it. She already had a daughter-in-law, anyway. Why should she remember the name of a stranger?

When dinner was over, Y/N helped Gemma clean the table. She overheard Kenny ask Harry to meet her outside but decided to turn a blind eye to them and return to the kitchen. She busied herself washing the dishes. She was less clumsy when she was sad, which was a good thing. She finished the work quickly without breaking anything and then excused herself to go back to her room.

'Room' was such a fancy word. It was a storage place with a window. Gemma had rearranged it to leave just enough space for a dirty mattress on the floor. But Y/N didn't mind. It was still better than sleeping in the woods.

She sat on the mattress, hugging her knees to her chest and letting her worries consume her. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there when the wooden door creaked open and warm light split her face into matching halves. Harry stepped in and shut the door again.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" he asked in hushed tones and sat down in front of her.

"It's not dark. There's the moon."

Her answer made him smile. His eyes moved to the little window above her head. "There's the moon," he repeated as if he'd never noticed the moon before.

Seconds were ticking away in silence. Why hadn't he said anything? Did he come in to tell her what she was afraid to hear? That must be the reason why he was silent. He was trying to find the right words to break this news to her, to break her heart. How stupid she was to think she could compete with his first love.

Silence became loud. Too loud. Deafening. She had to break herself out of the prison inside her head. If this must end, he deserved to know the truth. His eyes met hers as she worked her jaw. She had spent all that time sitting here practising her speech. But with his presence, the words got stuck at the back of her throat and wouldn't come out.

Say it. Say it. Say--

"My real name is Y/N. Daughter of King Willem. Princess of Isolde."

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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Ashamed

Summary: Could I request one where Eddie is ashamed of the scar on his chest from Pennywise and that he refuses to take his shirt off for any reason until Richie confronts him and tells him that the scar is a reminder of his bravery and he takes Eddie's shirt off and kisses it?

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I’m so sorry it took so long! I’m a bit behind on my request but I promise I’m trying to finish request every day so to everyone who has requested stuff, I promise it’s coming!

warnings: there’s a sex joke in here, and a sex reference (not graphic at all)

Eddie has contemplated before on hanging up a towel over the mirror any and each time he’s in the bathroom by himself. He’s never executed the plan, Richie’s too observant for that too work and would notice but straight away, leading to questions Eddie’s ashamed to answer, but whenever Richie is away on tour or a show, he’ll prop the towel from one side to the other, obscuring the view of his chest.

He’s never been very confident in his appearance, but he wasn’t hyper aware of it like he is after the Pennywise accident either. He didn’t have to be. For years Myra smothered him with her self-presumed love and adoration, picking out the clothes he wore and buying all the creams and aftershave she treasured, and Eddie followed her in those things without stopping and thinking about what he liked and how he wanted to sell himself towards other people.

Once, he was gifted a perfume bottle from one of his coworkers, a secret Santa gift, and when he sprayed it on to go to work the next day, Myra picked up on the change and gave him a piece of her mind. She reamed Eddie about not remodeling himself to be accepted by his peers, not mulling that maybe the Eddie she prepared and drilled every morning was not the real Eddie. There were threats being ushered, like Eddie cheating on Myra and switching perfumes to galvanize his mistress, and no matter how many times Eddie tried to reason with her, she was dead set on the idea.

He tossed the bottle out that same day, immensely guilty that he gave Myra grounds to question him. She was right after all, Eddie was married, and he didn’t have to make anyone happy except his wife, not even himself.

Post Derry him is happier. So fucking happy he gleams and elates every morning awakening in Richie’s arms, or the other way around, nosing behind Richie’s ear to get that one little inch closer, turning off the alarm and dosing an extra hour, work suddenly coming second for once in Eddie’s life. Richie had that effect on him, made him long to be near him twenty-four/seven,

But he also feels worse, and that can be tracked back to the long, vertical scar smacked in the middle of his chest. It’s starts in the mornings, but in a stand offish way, the insecurities bubbling on the edge of his mind loud enough that Eddie knows they’re there, but not so ample close that Eddie nitpicks and examines them, yet.

And at first it wasn’t even that bad, Eddie mostly enthralled with moving his stuff in and out of houses, and fitting as much RichieandEddie time into their shared schedule to gain back what they lost over the years, the underlying doubt and terror every time he caught a glimpse of the scar background to the best moments of his life.

It only really became a problem the first time Eddie and Richie made love to each other, and Eddie refused to take of his shirt. The pleasant, hot and vastly attractive sight of Richie’s slightly pudgy stomach and thighs, and his clean, smooth chest Eddie could run his fingers over and not bubble once incited a deep meekness and carved him hallow. Emptied by the idea that he’s horrific and undeserving of the adoration so blindingly clear in his boyfriends eyes.

Most off all, the scar is reminiscent on the clown trauma, proof that Pennywise maintains some sort of power over him, in comparisons to his friends and Richie, who moved on with their lives. It distinguishes him from the group, and not in a good way. In a way that shines a bright neon spot over Eddie’s head, accentuating his cowardness.

The reflections displayed in the mirror exhibits his slip up, his idiocy to entertain the idea of him being strong enough to defeat Pennywise all on his own, he wants nothing to do with it. The scar tissue puckers up his skin and his disgust is so deeply rooted that he didn’t even bother to check up on it for months after Derry, to assure it didn’t fester.

So no, Eddie doesn’t conceal the glass whenever Richie is home, but what he does do is strip down everything except for his shirt when slipping in the shower, towing the shower curtain and tossing the shirt out, rumpled on the floor, via the small slit.

The wrinkles in his shirt agitate him, but are a small price to pay for preserving his sanity and spirits. In the shower he resolutely does not look down at all, his eyes trained on the ugly pattern of tiles Richie claimed came with the house when he bought it, but Eddie suspects he just really fancy’s it.

Eddie always neatly packs his new shirt on the countertop, effortlessly accessible from the lavatory so he can dry off and pull on his shirt without drawing his own attention to his chest.

Stowing away his insecurity is a weight he’s been holding over his own head, so dangerously close to imbalance and tumbling over that Eddie feels shifting his attention from it slightly will let it all crash down on him. Because Richie has a tenacious personality, and once he catches a whiff of it, he’ll cling to the smallest straws to get to the bottom of it.

The schedule Eddie’s built has never been interrupted before, Richie knowing, or at least being tricked into knowing, and understanding that the bathroom serves as Eddie’s sanctuary, a place for being alone and restocking and regrouping his overactive mind. The interference in the schedule is Eddie’s own wrongdoing, for glossing over the fact that they had a dinner party to attend to, and dragging out his time in the bathroom for way too long plus forgetting to grab a change of clothing.

He only addresses the issue at hand when the shower runs cold and he’s bordering on being late, contemplating his options with his hands resting on his hips. Richie always sings a derivative of a song before entering a room, transforming the lyrics in a way that fits in Eddie and Richie’s life, as a substitute for knocking as that’s boring according to him, but Eddie discerns tiny snores emerging from the living room, so Eddie hurriedly dries off and dons his underwear, training his eyes down casted to not look at the mirror.

He wastes a long time debating on what to wear, matching multiple t-shirts to the pants he has elected to wear, unbeknownst that the snoring in the other room has ebbed away. This is an important business meeting with Richie’s new manager, one that will lift up his spirits and encourage him to fly solo, writers free, and Eddie can’t afford to mess this up. He’s scrutinizing an oxford-button-down forest green shirt, analyzing if there’s a spot on the fabric or if it’s a trick of the light.

Hearing the caroling a smidge too late, Eddie has no time to slip in the shirt before the door cracks open, Richie’s wild curls sticking out in every direction and his pants too low, pulled down from the movements he slanders during sleep.

‘I was about to call the ambulance and ask them to assemble a rescue mission’, he quips, feet padding the carpet of the bedroom lazily.

The weight Eddie’s been bearing up dislodges and veers menacingly to the edge, a gust away from keeling over the edge.

‘Get out’, Eddie says calmly the first time, contorting his body so his upper torse is veiled from Richie’s observation, the button-down serving as a shield of sorts. ‘Get out’, he clamors, a panic attack lurking in the shadows and prowling on his burst of utter panic.

‘Eds’, Richie says perplexed, his eyebrows contracting, his droopy eye more squinted than it is with his face slacked.

‘Get out, I don’t want to see you’, Eddie hisses, witnessing the decay of Richie’s happy face, teetering away backwards and back out in the hallway.

Eddie swallows, the door obstructing his outlook on Richie, and appareling his shirt so fast it tears around the sleeves, pretending he didn’t hear that. His instincts lure him to hide under the covers and wait for the whole thing to blow over, but his comments hurt Richie and his instincts were formed his primary years, while living with his mother, so he does the exact opposite.

‘Rich’, he groans, eyeing Richie leaning on the counter, his body jutting out, dancing on his feet and shelving the cleaned dishes.

‘Richie stop.’ Eddie plasters himself against Richie’s back, fitting so perfectly like puzzle pieces, like a riddle so complicated that’s been solved. He hooks his chin over Richie’s shoulder, kissing the underside of his jaw.

‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.’

‘No it’s fine, it’s my fault. I need to learn how to knock. I didn’t mean to agitate you.’

‘You didn’t agitate me. I know I say you do all the time but somehow everything you do is endearing, not irritating.’

‘Careful Eddie Spaghetti, you’ll give me a big head.’

‘I can do that tonight if you’d like?’ Eddie teased, the tight knot in his heart uncoiling at the rumbling of Richie’s laugh.

Richie rotated in his arms, front to front, hugging Eddie back in equal fierce as Eddie did too him.

‘Forgive me?’

‘That depends my good follow, however shall you atone me?’ He released Eddie with one arm, using his hand to tap his chin thoughtfully. ‘Hm, perhaps with a reason as to why?’, his British accent lacing his words.

‘Rich, I really don’t want to talk about it.’

‘Come on,’ Richie pleaded, pouting with his bottom lip. ‘How can I help if you won’t tell me what’s going on?’

Eddie sighed, his arms cave in and the weight collapses down upon him. ‘I just don’t want you to envision this’, he says, unconsciously smoothing down his shirt on the spot his wound is located.

‘Envision what? You?’

‘No’, Eddie explains miserably, ‘I mean the scar, the disfigurement.’

‘Eddie’, Richie gently chuckles, ‘I don’t give a shit about that.’

‘That’s because you haven’t seen it yet. It’s so ugly and,’ Eddie interrupted himself, unwinding from Richie to give himself some breathing space. Being near Richie is intoxicating, but he needed to think clearly.

‘And what?’ Richie pries.

‘How much of a coward I am okay? I don’t want you to look at me and realize how much better you can do.’

‘Eddie, do you honestly believe you’re a coward?’

‘Yeah.’ Shame flooding the tips of his ears, making it harder to engage the conversation, when all Eddie wanted was to leave and go the this dinner.

‘Like I told you down in the sewers, you’re braver than you think, Eds. I’m the one who aimed higher and scored the jackpot.’ Richie asseverate.

‘You keep saying that but I’m the only one idiot enough to get injured.’

‘That’s no true, I strained my leg muscle.’ Richie states, twisting his leg, reliving the memory of the shards of affliction lodging in.

‘Seriously, maybe you’re the only one that got hurt, but you survived. Who in the world can claim there’s so badass that they lived through being shish kebabbed? By a demon from outer space no less.’

‘No one I guess.’

‘No one, erase the “I guess”. Give yourself some credit.’ Richie says firmly, outstretching his arm and then thinking better of it. ‘Can I touch it?’

‘Richie,’ Eddie hesitated, eyes flitting around the room as if to plan his escape.

‘I’ll be really gentle. And if you don’t like it I’ll pull back straight away.’ The soft tone settles Eddie somewhat, and with a hesitant nod, Richie slowly inches closer. He goes so leisurely, as one would approach a feral kitten, but Eddie keeps the parallels to himself, Richie will tease him relentlessly for it.

Eddie expected Richie to slide under his shirt from the get go, but all Richie does is pet his chest on top of the shirt, mapping out the area and feeling where the scar is located.

The area is strangely sensitive, a reason why Eddie has to douche it softly as opposed to the harsh scrubbing he’s used to doing to every other part of his physics.

Only the barely-there, soft touches of Richie’s fingers pawing, tickles Eddie, realizing a breathless hum as he gets acquainted to Richie and him converging in that spot.

Eddie giggles, Richie steadily ongoing his ministrations, until the notion borders on too much, and he plummets to his knees.

He kisses top of the blemish, all the way to the underside, blowing a raspberry there as if the normal kiss wasn’t ticklish enough.

Eddie cackles, halfheartedly shoving Richie backwards, his worries fizzling out into the night. The smooches leave a trail of slobber from Richie’s mount, wilting spots on his blouse Richie’s manager will discern him in.

‘Richie stop, you’re going to ruin it and we have to leave soon.’

‘Nah, I cancelled.’

‘You cancelled? Why?’

‘Because the love of my love, my Eddie Spaghetti, my Eds, gave off the impression he was in a pretty foul mood.’

‘Was I that obvious?’ Eddie grumbles, fingers racking lovingly trough Richie’s curls.

‘No, I just have a knack for you. Anyways I rescheduled.’

‘Oh Rich you didn’t have to do that. What is she going to think of you?’

‘I don’t care. Look, if she’s striving to be my manager she best believe that my career always come second. You’re my number one priority, no matter what.’

Eddie’s eyes turn bloodshot, blinking rapidly to contain the upcoming flow of tears. Richie presses a final kiss, then resurfaces upwards, a lopsided grin grazing his face.

‘You’re not going to take it off?’ Eddie inquires fretful, not sure what he wants the answer to be.

‘No, later, when you’re more at ease. But Eds, I need you to know, I’m going to look at it, and all that will be going on in my mind is holy fuck. That scar is symbolic for how strong and daring you are, and how glad I am to have you here breathing with me. That motherfucking clown tried everything, and he still couldn’t kill you. You know why? Because you’re a stubborn little basterd, and also indestructible. And I love you so much.’

The taste of salt explodes on Richie’s tongue, surprisingly, he hadn’t got a clue he was crying in the first place.

‘Great, good job idiot. Now look at us, two blubbering idiot sniffling in a kitchen’, Eddie grumbled, but he was smiling so wide the dimples in his cheeks were distinguishable.

‘I love you too.’

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Next Time

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Slight fluff, angts, mention of death, songfic! SuperMarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran

↬ Word Count: 1,284

↣ a/n: this was originally a Bokuto x Reader (╥_╥) but since I was tired I made just a few adjustments. I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary: Creating a world with the love fo your life was something only you two could see and share. Reality didn't matter as long as you had each other. It was only heart wrenching when that small world two lovers have created had dark sides unknowingly to the other.

⇢ Day 7: Hurt/Illness

✎﹏

(Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know

A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved)

Bokuto loved two things equally. Akaashi, and volleyball.

Having a relationship with him from the beginning of highschool til the end was a roller coaster ride. There are times where Akaashi would shut himelf out, and he'd be having trouble trying to help him out. And there were times where he wouldn't be enthusiastic, and Akaashi finding a list of ways to pick himself up. Nevertheless, their relationship was envied by a lot. And it was the most wonderful he has ever experienced. Like many people, the both of them planned so much ahead of their future. Where will be they staying after graduating college. How many kids they would plan to adopt along with pets if he wanted. Mostly talk about careers and passion together late at night.

He'd always go on and on about pursuing volleyball. Right now he was currently teamed up with an old friend, Hinata in the Black Jackals. Akaashi was proud of the little boy now growing into a fine man. Most of all he was happy that Bokuto was doing something he loves for his life long ahead. He had everything any person would have dreamed of.

But all good things must come to an end.

"W-what?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

The both of them stood in front of their apartment door, Akaashi's bags, and belongings already delivered back to his parents house. It was only a matter of time before he leaves as well.

Bokuto's face fell at his tone. What had caused this?

His arms began tremble, hands grabbing his, "Keiji, baby. Please, I don't know what's happening." sobbing, he doesn't know what he did wrong.

But it was him. All Akaashi.

"I'm sorry, Bokuto. I have to leave." his heart cracked when he said his last name than his nickname. Just a day ago Akaashi was hugging him all day, tighter than usual. He kept whispering how much he loved him, how much he means the world to him How proud he is of him for everything he's done.

That was just a day ago.

Why now?

He couldn't let more words slip from his mouth as his sobbing takes over. He can already hear the sound of his parents car tuning their horn.

It was time for him to go.

He placed his hands on his head, giving him one final kiss on his forehead. His arms slipping to his side as he cherishes his warm kiss.

"I'm sorry."

His heart breaks when he rushed out of the now empty apartment with ghosting memories. He went down on his knees— he wanted to chase Akaashi, he wanted to pull him back and explain why. He wanted to. But he was in an emotional wreck and let's himself wallow in pain.

I wish I could tell you.

(I hope that I see the world as you did cause I know

A life with love is a life that's been lived)

Akaashi loved Bokuto more than anything. More than himself. He was his sun to his darkest days, he was his anchor that kept him grounded. He was his everything.

Ever since Akaashi has been going out with him, his world has been nothing more than a colorful, bright one. Everything he hears from him is like a love song he will never be tired of. Every moment with him was like a movie that never has an ending. A love life with him that made Akaashi live his own life to the fullest.

Bokuto loved that about him. Everytime he was with Akaashi, it's like his already colorful life has gotten brighter. Not the bright that hurts your eyes, but the breathless kind of bright. It's like, having all the stars twinkle in the sky, but he was looking looking at him who couldn't compare to any of those.

Akaashi only wished that the grey clouds in his world wasn't permanent.

He wished he had more time to shower him with everything he has. Spend more moments in this bright world he has shared with him. Watch him play passionately. He wanted to watch him win, see that handsome smile on his face whenever he's gotten a victory.

He wanted to have so much with him in the future.

If only he didn't run out of time.

(Hallelujah)

Bokuto screams in pain the day his parents had revealed to him the truth about his sudden disappearance. His mother hugged him like he was a son she wished he had, as his father held back his own tears for the lost of his precious son. Bokuto cried harder— he wanted to yell out why he didn't tell him that he was suffering in silence.

He wanted to hold Akaashi through everything he has been going through.

All he did was give him the best years of his life.

And all those years, he's never known he was running out of time, yet still gave him all.

The buzzer rings in his ears, "BOKUTO!" he hears Hinata yell, like a robot, without emotion. He moves in for the final blow. Scoring for his team. He doesn't cheer.

"Bokuto! You can do it!"

Akaashi's parents. His solemn face looks up to the sidelines, he sees the two couple cheering him with a sad smiles.

His breath hitching with his heart pounding.

(You were an angel in the shape of my mum)

He thought he had just spotted some random stranger beside them.

But it was him.

Akaashi was smiling at him, laughing. His hands clapping, he sees his mouth move.

"Hey hey hey!"

His lips sighing out, and then smiling at him.

"Hey."

(You got to see the person that I have become)

Bokuto was standing proudly next to his teammates, ready to bow for the support of the people. His eyes never left Akaashi.

He has kept his promise.

"I'll watch you until you've achieved on being the best Ace!"

He can almost hear his voice beside him. He can feel tears well up in his eyes when he sees his figure becoming blurry.

(Spread your wings, And I know )

Like an angel, he was glowing, small wings behind his back fluttering. He was the only one who can see Akaashi. Hinata, and Atsumu glanced at eachother as they followed Bokuto's eyes to where he was staring. They had to stay strong for him.

"Keiji."

He whispered his name. He doesn't want him to go. He wants him to keep watching him, wait until he gets up there, and hold him. Tell him how much he meant to him like he did for him.

But he knows he was running out of time. So he just stares, his tears falling. People thinking it was from happiness.

But it was for him, Akaashi Keiji.

(that when God took you back he said Hallelujah )

"I love you."

He can see how his lips moved in those three words he's memorized.

He can only just wish he'd spent more time with him, given him more appreciation, gifts, love. He wished he could've made him stay longer in the world they've both made.

"I'm always watching over you, Kou."

He smiles sadly, raising his fist in the air as he watches him slowly blur away.

"I love you, Keiji. In another life. I'll find you again, and I'll never let you suffer in silence."

and I'll marry you. I'll make these list of dreams come true again. I promise. I'll make you the happiest than cry in silence. I'll make you stay, forever in happiness.

(You're home)

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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a conspiracy theory - chapter 16

co-written by @snowdog49 and @jeanhaavoc

summary: Detective Roy takes on a challenging task… To find Olivier Armstrong’s sword. However, he has a beautiful woman to distract him along the way. Will he, Jean, and Ed be able to find the sword in time, or will they succumb to the conspiracy?

warning: graphic depictions of violence

tags: conspiracy, pining, unresolved sexual tension, private detective au, royai, havolina, mystery, violence, modern au, coffee shops

rated: m | words: 3359

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Roy woke to the sound of pots and pans being shuffled. The smell of coffee was strong, and he heard a toaster go off. He wasn’t home. None of that was vaguely familiar to any sounds at home, let alone in the morning. He opened his eyes, feeling one leg bent at ninety degrees with a foot on the ground, while the other remained on the couch. He nodded to himself, letting his arms rise in a stretch and a yawn. He was at Riza’s. Turning he noticed she was already cooking breakfast, still in the sweats she was in when he went to sleep. Her hair was down and wet from a shower. It shined just perfectly in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. He didn’t move, he just took in the sight of her scrambling something in the pan and then turning to the toast. It had to be wondered if she was like this every morning, rising with the sun, which she kindly had pulled the curtains shut for him, and smiled like it too. She looked happy, even content in her task.

“What time do you work,” he asked with a groggy voice.

“In two hours,” she answered without looking up.

“How long have you been up?”

She slid the eggs onto a plate and looked up at him. “Hayate and I already went for a walk, and I took a shower.” She leaned on the counter, watching him as he sat up with a groan. “So about an hour.”

“You could've woke me,” he grumbled.

“You need your sleep.”

Roy looked on his wrist at his watch. He had to meet Hughes at 8 am. He had an hour to get there. “I don’t have too much time to dilly dally,” he admitted, reaching for his shoulder holster. “But you have to let me repay you somehow.”

She walked around the kitchen and handed him a plate. “Then eat breakfast.”

“You’re being too nice to me,” he called to her as she walked away. Although eggs, some fruit, and toast looked way too good to pass up. When was the last time he had a home-cooked breakfast? He needed to make a point of making more food for himself. After the first bite, he had to sit back down. They were the best eggs he’d ever eaten, he swore it on his mother’s grave. The toast was perfect, and he didn’t even think that was possible. When she said she liked to cook, there was no lie in it. She was amazing at it. He took every bite slowly, chewing it, relishing in every tastebud’s celebration of flavor. And he would have asked for seconds too.

“This is… good,” he commented. He had to hide his groan as flavor burst over his tongue.

“Did you ever doubt my skills?” she asked dryly. “I told you I was into cooking.”

“Um, I never will again?” he smiled sweetly looking up at her.

Riza laughed and sat down next to him on the couch. She curled her legs underneath her body, leaning on the arm of the chair. She picked at her food innocently, but being this close to her, in her apartment after sleeping over, Roy was sure that she was just as uncomfortable about the environment as he was. It wasn’t like they had anything to be embarrassed about. Still, the awkwardness didn’t dissipate as quickly he would've liked.

Roy coughed. “I just wanted to apologize for showing up so late last night.”

She glanced over at him expectantly. Her eyebrows twitched downwards in slight confusion.

“I know it’s not the most ideal situation to land yourself in, having me showing up half asleep at your door,” he laughed nervously. He resisted the urge to scratch the back of his neck.

“Roy, you’re fine. I did say it was okay for you to come over, didn’t I,” she reminded him. “If I didn’t want you to come, I would have said no.” She glanced down at her plate with a small smile. “I enjoy your company, so it’s no issue at all.”

Roy coughed nervously, covering his mouth with his fist. “I uh… Can I use your restroom? Then I better get going.”

Riza nodded and pointed down the hall. "It’s the first door on your right,” she instructed.

He put his plate down and jumped up. He was so in love with her. He was. He was infatuated with her. And here he was, waking up with her serving him breakfast. He could hardly stand himself. Standing in the restroom he bit his fist with his hand. Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t he just stay and they could make sweet looks at each other? Life was unfair to him once again. Work called, and it wasn’t just work, it was 'Roy Saving the World' day. He washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror. He had no idea what Riza saw in him, but she made him feel more alive than he had in years.

He emerged from the bathroom and cleared his throat. “I’m going to go now,” he announced softly, reaching for his holster. “I’ve got to meet Maes at the senate’s house and we’re going to do a sweep of the place.”

Riza nodded, putting her plate down.

God, how he wanted to stay. He’d do anything to stay. He reached over and grabbed his gun, checking it to ensure that it was still loaded, and put it in its beloved spot. Then he grabbed his jacket and put it on. “I can’t thank you enough. I will make this up to you.” He looked at the door then back into her brown eyes. “You… You’re amazing. I think you’re really wonderful, and every time I get a chance to tell you, something happens. I’m going to show you one day.” He scratched his cheek nervously.

Riza walked up to him, pulling on his jacket as if she was fixing it. “How about you just make it back alive?" Her hand patted his chest above his heart.

Roy couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure I’m going to be okay.” He wasn’t thinking about anything else but the way her hand felt on his sternum, and the way she looked up at him. Their bodies pressed against each other -

She said again softer. “Just come back and we can go to an uninterrupted dinner.”

“God,” he laughed. “Wouldn’t that be a thing!”

Riza smiled and Roy smiled back. It wasn’t anything he could help, she brought it out of him so easily. The world with her was full of smiles. With her by his side, he was the happiest he’d been in a long time.

As he turned to take a step towards the door, her hands grasped his jacket tighter and pulled at him. Roy turned his head to ask her what was wrong when her lips met his. At first, Roy stood there with his eyes wide and in shock, but when he felt her pull him closer, and his bottom lip slip along hers, he pressed back. His eyes closed and his arms wrapped protectively around her, sealing them together. There was no guess to how long the kiss actually was. God knew, but Roy did not.

When Riza did pull back, Roy was frozen with his head forward and his body aching for more. He just stared at her, his dark eyes begging for her to come back. She smelled like the lavender of her shampoo, and her lips tasted like the blueberries that were for breakfast. She leaned up once more to kiss him shortly, a peck of love, and whispered, “just come back.”

Roy remained frozen, blinking at her. His brain was stuck in place, like a record. He couldn’t make himself function. His lips and hands were still wanting. His head swayed forwards slightly, eager for more, and his hands clutched at her waist tightly. He never wanted to let her go.

“I promise,” he managed to force out. His voice was hoarse. Every emotion inside his chest was threatening to burst forth. Love washed over him as he looked into her caramel eyes, feeling relief follow soon afterward. He lifted a hand to cup her cheek, his thumb stroked over her cheekbone. Riza shivered but never broke eye contact with him. The pressure from her fingers increased against his sides. “I’ll come back to you, Riza.”

Her head dipped and she wrapped her arms around him tightly in a hug. Her head found his shoulder as Roy moved his hands to wrap around her back. Life was, once more, unfair as it tried to tear him away from this moment; but it did give him something to look forward to once it was all over. He would hold onto this moment with Riza, focus on it and hold it dear to his heart, forever. Whatever happened today, he would focus on getting back to her.

“Be safe,” she whispered into his shoulder.

“I thought you said I had nothing to worry about?” he chuckled lightly.

She pulled back, and Roy saw concern in her eyes. “Still, the sentiment remains the same.”

“Okay, I will. Just for you,” he quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Before he could pull away, Riza grasped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him back to face her. “For both of us,” she replied firmly.

Roy turned before his body forced him to stay and grabbed the door handle. He opened it and took a step out, stopping for a moment, before continuing. It was now or never. Just a few hours until Edward could get the documents to the feds, just until help could arrive. He could do it.

* * *

The lawn at the government buildings was still wet with dew as he marched through it. Maes stood at the top of a few stairs, watching him as he looked over the area. The man was just as diligent as Roy, just as observant. The big difference was who he was working for and the pension after 30 years. Roy was going to miss that pension but if he kept finding things for the Armstrong family, he might not need one.

“All is quiet on the western front,” Maes said as Roy arrived next to him. “You don’t look like such shit. You must have finally gotten some sleep.”

Roy nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I did.” He tried his best not to blush at the thought of waking up to Riza making breakfast.

Maes nodded and turned to lead the two of them up the stairs. "The building just opened. We can run through it and check for explosives. Marcoh should be here any minute. I heard they are starting just after 9.”

“That gives us just over an hour!”

“Then step it up, Mustang!” Maes grinned. “Don't tell me you’re getting old!”

Roy frowned. He grumbled something before opening the doors to the senate. “Old my ass,” he mumbled.

Row after row they walked. Roy ran his fingers under the desks while Maes checked under the chairs. Meticulously they searched every spot around Marcoh’s area. There was nothing. There wasn’t even dust. It made Roy even more nervous. A bomb would have been nice. Then the whole day would be called off… but the chaos would give Kimblee a chance… Roy grumbled. Nothing was going to make today okay.

“What are you moaning about?” Maes laughed quietly from across the room.

“I’m not moaning,” Roy defended.

“You’re grumbling like an old man.”

Roy grit his teeth. First Ed with the grey hair comment, then Maes getting on about his age.

“I’m not grumbling,” Roy snapped back.

“If you say so,” Maes replied, his voice taking on a sing-song lilt.

“I just…” Roy straightened, huffing in frustration. “I can’t seem to find anything.”

“That’s a good thing,” Maes countered. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, of course it is, but…” He sighed, checking over the last desk. “A bomb would've been easy.”

“Do you really want to find a bomb in here?” Maes asked.

“It would've made calling everything off easier. It would've made the protection detail much easier too.”

“Always looking for the easy way out,” Maes joked with a smirk.

Roy scowled at him.

“Relax, it'll be fine. This isn’t our first rodeo, and won’t be the last,” Maes replied, waving his hand carelessly in the air. “There’s not going to be a shootout in a public building.”

“Jean was shot in an open area,” Roy countered. “We don’t know what the thought process is here.”

“No, but if these people really want to remain discreet, they won’t start something like that,” Maes reiterated. He’d finished checking the chair and was now lounging against a desk, his hip popped to lean against it.

The door opened across the room and Roy, being on edge, turned sharply. Senator Marcoh stepped through, looking rather surprised at the two men’s presence. He froze in place, keeping a tight grip on files underneath his arm.

“Gentleman,” he greeted with uncertainty. His grip on the door increased.

“Senator Marcoh,” Maes greeted immediately. “I apologize for the sudden appearance,” he stated. Maes reached into his pocket for his badge and Roy straightened, approaching him as well. “My name is Detective Maes Hughes with the Federal Police Department. This is my colleague, Detective Roy Mustang.”

Both men flashed their badges at a rather bewildered Marcoh. “Oh, hello. Can… Can I help you at all?”

“We’re here to assist you today,” Roy intervened.

“Assist me how?” Marcoh questioned.

“Do you have an office where we could possibly discuss things?”

Marcoh shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Not here.”

“This room will be alright then for now, won’t it Detective?” Maes questioned Roy directly.

“Of course.”

Marcoh walked forwards, placing his paperwork on the desk with his name plate attached to it. He shifted through them all, getting them into some kind of order as quickly as he could. “I apologize, this will only take a second. I’m happy to assist you, gentlemen, but I hope you can understand that I have a long day of meetings ahead of me and I need to be organized.”

“Of course, Sir,” Roy reassured him. “Take all the time you need.” He watched the doors, readying for the next person to come through. It was a tight area though, and it made Roy incredibly nervous. If Kimblee did come through the doors, there’d be nowhere to go. Maes must have felt the same way because when Marcoh stood Maes pointed him out the hall.

“If you please,” he motioned.

“What's this about,” Marcoh asked, concerned, not expecting to be removed from the room.

“There’s been a security concern,” Maes answered in a hushed voice.

“What?” Marcoh stopped in his steps. “About me?” He seemed doubtful.

Roy nodded. “Yes, we believe someone is targeting you, Sir.”

“What for?” he asked, incredulous.

“About this proposition for the west, concerning the land Bradley is interested in.”

Marcoh frowned. “I’m not happy with it, I admit, but… What comes to pass, comes to pass. I will continue to fight for bettering our country regardless.”

“That’s what we’re worried about, Sir.”

“Right,” Marcoh demanded, stopping in his tracks. Maes and Roy turned to face him. Frustration bloomed in Roy’s chest. They needed to move and get him somewhere safe, and he was halting that progress. “Tell me what’s going on. Right now.”

“Sir, we’re trying to, but it’s not safe here -”

Marcoh frowned suddenly. His mouth parted, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he continued to stare past them, even craning his neck to look over their shoulders. Then, his face fell.

Roy turned first, before Maes, and saw Kimblee. He was walking towards them, smiling. The predatory expression on his face reminded Roy of a shark, slowly moving its way towards its prey. Without thinking, Roy reached for his holster but didn’t even get close.

Kimblee’s hand gripped his shoulder tightly, painfully so, and there were two muffled pops. Roy felt himself being sucker punched in the side in quick succession. Two gunshots.

He gasped, eyes flying open as his knees buckled. His legs jerked out to the side from the force of the hits and on instinct, Roy reached out as he fell, but Kimblee’s arm fell through his hand. He collapsed onto the floor as pain blossomed through his torso. His body hit the ground hard, his head bouncing off the tile. A groan left him, rounded off with another gasp of pain. His breathing was erratic as panic consumed every fibre of his being. To his own ears, Roy’s breaths sounded awful, choked and loud.

He couldn’t see. He couldn’t think. There was another gunshot, much louder this time, and there was shouting, there was screaming, but it all faded out into white noise as pain enveloped Roy completely. He’d been shot, twice, in the side. Kimblee walked right up to him and shot him at point blank range.

Roy gasped as his body convulsed. His shoulders were trying to round in on themselves to protect his body as he lay on the cold floor, but any movement made more pain explode all over his abdomen. He could feel the warmth of his blood around him, which he thought was odd at first, till he saw the red. He rolled on the floor, groaning weakly as he begged the world to give him a reprieve from this pain. He still felt like he couldn’t breathe. Roy was choking on everything, tasting the iron from his blood on his tongue.

“Roy!” The shout broke through everything as his mind shut down, unable to focus on much else as his body reacted to having two bullets forced into it.

Roy’s eyes were unfocussed as his head rolled uncontrollably to try and see who was calling to him. Maes’ face appeared over his, his expression full of worry. He felt Mae's roll him on his back, weight being pressed on his side. He turned his head to shout something to someone, but Roy lost track of his friend’s features. His face melted back into the grey of his vision.

He was losing it. His limbs were relaxing and his body was slowing in its shaking. His legs slid out on the floor and had stopped twitching so much. His arms were becoming heavy by his sides as the grey colour at the edges of his vision was replaced with black. All Roy could see in his mind’s eye was Riza’s face.

He’d broken his promise to her. He’d failed her. The pain had numbed his body, but he still felt that failure settle heavily inside his chest. His heart hurt and he whimpered. He wanted to see her again… Wanted to lose himself in those whiskey eyes that he adored so much. He wanted to kiss her and love her like she deserved… Roy had realised in her bathroom that morning that he loved her. He should've told her. Should have said something. Now, he was going to die, after such an incredible morning he’d had with her? Life truly was cruel.

“Hold on, Roy,” a disembodied voice called to him. There was a hard pressure on his side. He felt his body move as the force increased, but his mind felt detached from it all. He no longer felt pain, just a numbing sensation all over his body.

Roy wanted to hold on. He’d meant it when he told Riza he would, just for her, but it was becoming too hard. His lids were begging to close, pleading for him to give in. If he closed his eyes, he was sure he’d see Riza more clearly… ‘one last hurrah’ echoed inside his mind. How naïve he’d been back then. He didn’t want one last hurrah. He wanted to get up and go to her, just like he’d vowed he would.

But instead, everything just went dark.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai au #snowdog49 #emma writes #a conspiracy theory #collab fic

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caribou-stories · 3 years

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Ni-ka-wi (My Mom)

Today is Mother’s day and I will be honouring and celebrating my late “nikawi” with a meal and traditional hand drum song. It has been 3 years since nikawi travelled back to the spirit world. During the month of May and leading up to, I am reminded of her power and sacredness. Sometimes it hurts a little too much, but I revere her memory to the best of my ability. She loved it when I sang particular songs at home, so that’s what I continue to take care of my spirit. The grief around losing your first home is unexplainable. You have to lose it to understand it.

The influence she has been in my life so far has been humbling. She raised me to be loving, free, and gifted in wealth. She catered to the artist that dwells inside of me, and so have the matriarchs before her. I remember one summer trip we took up in the Timmins area. We were living in Sudbury with my grandparents John and Sarah at that time. The drive up to Timmins, Matheson onto Kirkland Lake was memorable to say the least. I must have been about 13 years old and our original plan was to go to one of our first Sundance lodges that came to Northern Ontario, so we can visit relatives visiting from being away for so long. The highway was peaceful and we enjoyed ourselves, listening to Def Leppard and laughing the entire way along. Once we arrived to Matheson, which is a very small town, we were greeted by a vast dark sky and some casual lamp posts here and there. We were a little shook that there wasn’t anyone really in sight, except a few workers from abroad at a small motel. Nikawi drove up to these folks and began asking, “do you guys know where Nitaskinan is? It’s a place where we have ceremonies”. She was so spunky and had a good set of interpersonal skills. When she worked at a hot food deli, she never cheap-ed out on the wing sauce or cheese on the pizzas for her customers. Everyone remembers her for her wit and charm. Now days, I have a good chuckle revisiting that time she asked some non-indigenous folks for directions to our ceremonial grounds because although they has not the slightest idea of where to point us, one of the ladies kindly guided us to the OPP station nearby for some help. I guess she wanted to exude the same kindness nikawi approached her with. But, we were too shy so we decided we would be back, and kept driving onward to Kirkland Lake. Turns out we had relatives staying at an elders’ home there since the hospital in Attawapiskat flooded. Nikawi’s now late aunt Maniashin (Angela) and late uncle Eli, along with one more elder I cannot recall, were there and we were going to go visit them.

Upon our arrival that late evening, we almost did not find a place to stay. Luckily, there were two hotels in town and we managed to get a room. I remember feeling unsure of the situation we found ourselves in but, very safe in nikawi’s care and protection. In the morning, we got some Mcdonald’s and proceeded to check out where the elders’ home was. She asked me to navigate some directions by mapping a way there while we had some free wifi. Once we found the right place, I remember arriving onto the floor with my mom, being mindful of the hospital like finishes on the railings and wallpapers. It was nice, well kempt. It was a small floor but nice, very intimate and homey. Nikawi bee-lined to the nurses station and asked where we could find Angela and Eli. I followed her to their room and saw a face resembling my Gookum Sarah very much. Her light hazel or blue eyes, matched with a light grey haircut that fell to her shoulders. With her cute button nose, and ever warming smile, I met my great-aunt Maniashin (Angela) who was my Gookum (Grandmother) Sarah’s older sister, and Eli their older brother. I was named after my Gookum Sarah (my mom’s mom). I listened to their conversations during that afternoon, enjoying our beautiful language. I’ve never felt more safe than around my grandparents who only speak ininimoowan (Cree). These days, I can keep up with conversations but less than I could as a child. I wish I could converse in proper ininimoowan.

After a bit, Eli and nikawi went somewhere he needed her assistance. I sat with Maniashin for a few moments until she began asking me things about myself. When she asked if I make anything with my hands, and I said eh heh (yes). Her eyes lit up and smiled a beautiful grin. I told her I made gloves, beadwork, slippers, and other artistic crafts. She then began to share, once you’ve been making these things for so long, you won’t be able to do it anymore. Your grandmothers and I cannot do these things anymore because of our bones. You need to carry this tradition on, just like all of your grandmothers (Angela, Sarah, Madeline, and Pauline, all sisters and my maternal grandmothers). You’re young and you’re able to do it, so keep doing it. Don’t forget about what you have now. Over the years, I’ve begun to understand how important that means, like really means, not just to me. Nikawi always nurtured my artistic abilities by always providing me with crafts like markers, paper, paint, crayons, and then a miniature sewing machine, small pieces of fabric, and then more onto beads, leather, and good scissors. Since I had grown up in the care of Nikawi and my Mooshum and Gookum (Grandfather and Grandmother), I was very fortunate that I could spend moments of my childhood watching and learning about what Gookum was making. She was often crafting up nibagan (goose down blanket) bags made out of heavy duty canvas and doubled down straps, or hemming a pair of goose-beaded moccasins bigger for my younger cousin who’s now at a staggering 6′8′’.

My Gookum Sarah has always played a big role in passing along knowledge and skill to me. I remember when I was making my first pair of gloves. I used Gookum’s beadwork and based my work off Maniashin (Angela’s) semi-completed glove. The leather pieces were complete except the lining and fur. All the materials were given to me by my Gookum. I had such a hard, testing time with the lining. Little did I know, Gookum advised Nikawi not to try to help me because getting frustrated is a part of the learning. I would figure it out, and I did (to the best of my abilities!). I must have put a few solid days of work into these gloves. Upon completion, I showed my grandparents and mom my first pair of gloves. I was rained with kisses, hugs, and excited laughter. Gookum taught me how to braid the 4 strand yarn strings for the gloves, something that a lot of Omushkego folks have on their gloves or mitts so they can hang off the shoulders. I was especially excited to learn how to make the signature pom-pom tassels. Ever since that day, I always showcase my completed projects to somebody.

My Gookum Sarah wearing the gloves I just completed assembling.

Rounding back to the story, we stayed in Kirkland Lake for 2 days and it was a powerful experience to watch my mom be with our elders. During our time with our elders, nikawi took care of their needs. There was no hesitance, she just did what she needed to do. She fed our elder relative her food, and made her tea while she conversed with Eli and Maniashin. The lunch hour was full of laughter, head nodding, and sitting together. One last elder we payed a brief visit on our way out, was an elder nikawi held in high reverence. I cannot recall which elder this was. She described him as this influential, outspoken leader-man she had grown up looking up to. When she would describe him, I imagine how he looked like as a young man while we were in the elevator. Strong, tall, lean, wearing a weathered outdoorsmen coat, beaver pelt hat, matched with jeans or tough twill, and footed with traditional winter moccasins that wrap around the ankles and shins. When we arrived on his floor, we saw him sitting in a chair and nikawi began to greet Mooshum. He was very elderly now. I watched and smiled, then she began to shed some tears. He comforted her and held her hand. It was a powerful exchange to witness.

Nikawi was a Personal Support Worker in Fort Albany, so she spent a lot of time taking care of elders for years. She still worked while she was pregnant with me and she told me that the elders loved to greet me and acknowledge the journey I was making into this world. Her gift as a care taker was out of this world. Our departure from the Elder’s home was bittersweet as that was the last time we saw Maniashin. We attended her funeral a few years later. Eli then passed years on later. I’m grateful to Nikawi for bringing me to visit them with her. Afterwards, we trailed our way back to Matheson to find the Sundance grounds, and we did. During the last day of the ceremony, we enjoyed time with our relatives and spent some time in the lodge. We received healing from the Horse and Contraries. The following years, I would return to the grounds to be with family and the lodges.

All in all, I will always miss Nikawi, my mother, my first home. I will always be grateful for all the things she did to help me find my path as a young person. And, I’m grateful for those elders who shaped her to be the fierce mother she was to me. The resilience she had fostered within me is incredible, regardless of how challenging and painstaking the lessons near the end of her life were, she still taught me the rawness of love and caretaking. The story of Nikawi’s passing will wait until a later time; I’m lucky to have chosen her to be my Mother, even if it was for a short time. She still visits me in my dreams, and I miss her.

Nikawi wearing her purple sweater from her sister, Maniashin (Angela) wearing a blue cardigan, and our elder relative in the bottom left of the photo.

Eli and Nikawi speaking about land in ininimoowan. When Eli passed, I imagined him flying in the sky with the stars.

Nisakihetin dushineh mama.

Kindly,

#mother's day #remembering our moms #elders #wisdom #unconditional love #traditional crafts #matriarchs

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fangirl-imagines · 5 years

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Too Dark//2019!Richie Tozier x Kaspbrak!Reader

A/N: At the time of writing and posting this I have not seen IT Chapter 2 yet. This is based on the book and the 1990s minseries. But plot spoilers if you don’t know what happens in the second half of IT I guess? This can also be read as Reddie or as Richie Tozier/Reader

Prompt: No one loved Eddie Kaspbrak more than you and Richie Tozier did. After you climb out of the sewers you need each other more than ever.

It was too dark in the sewers under Derry. It was too dark and the smells too overpowering, the sounds of Richie pleading with Eddie were too loud. It was all too much. It was all too overwhelming, and you just wanted to leave. You just wanted to be home, alone and unhappy maybe, but safe. Content in knowing your brother was also safe in his own home in New York. Instead you dropped to your knees in the sewers beside Richie who was clutching your brother tight in his arms and reached for them desperately.

“Eds? Eds, come on, we need to get out of here.” You tried to reason, clutching at Eddie’s bloody shirt with your hands and trying to pull him up and away from Richie so that you could get him out of this horrible place. “Eddie come on! Richie, stop crying, he’s okay! You urged, pulling harder on Eddie’s shirt, not allowing yourself to fully recognize that Eddie neither made any sounds or turned to look at you despite how you tugged at him.

Richie shook his head, clutching Eddie tighter and sobbed openly into the smaller man’s shoulder.

“He’s okay!” You all but yelled, your voice thick with tears that freely flowed down your face, cutting a track in the grime that covered your cheeks.

Tossing yourself forward, you wrapped both of your arms around Richie and Eddie, burying your own face in Eddie’s back and were content to stay there, clutching the two most important people in your life until the end of time. Which it most certainly felt like was upon you in that moment. Richie moved one of his hands to search blindly for you. It found your hair and buried itself there, clutching at you with one hand and holding Eddie with the other. Neither of you looked up when the others started shouting your names.

“Guys w-,w-, we got to g-.g-,go!” Bill yelled, pulling on Richie’s shoulder. Richie shrugged him off.

“Ri-,Ri-,Ric-,Richie come on! It’s co-,co-,com-,coming back!’

“Y/N, we have to leave!” Beverly yelled grabbing your arms and trying to pry you off of Eddie’s body but you refused to let go.

Your baby brother. You couldn’t leave him. You thought that if you ignored them long enough that they might leave you there to die in peace. But Bill kept pulling at Richie, yelling in his ear.

“We-,We’re al-.all go-,going to di-,di-,di-,die if we don’t get-,get out of here Ri-,Ri-,Ric-,Richie! Y/N ‘ll di-, die t-,t-,t-,too! Ed-,Edd-,Eddie wouldn’t wa-,wan-,want that. Mo-,Mov-,Move Ric-,Richie!”

Richie looked up at Bill, still teary eyed and exhausted but nodded blankly. Turning back to Eddie he looked down into the face of his best friend and took it in for the last time, committing it to memory even though he already knew he could never forget it. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips when he opened them he reluctantly let go of Eddie long enough to shrug off his jacket and wrapped it gently around Eddie’s shoulders and tucked him in tight to it. He pressed his lips to Eddie’s cheek in a messy kiss before forcing himself to climb to his feet. You were still holding Eddie’s waist tightly even with Richie’s jacket wrapped in between the two of you. Richie didn’t say anything to you, just put his arms around your waist and used his leverage to pull you up off the ground.

“No!”

You screamed like you were being murdered as Eddie’s body slipped away from you onto the floor of the sewer. You kicked your legs and pulled and pried at Richie’s hands but he was too strong. Richie said nothing as you screamed but he didn’t stop crying either. Ben grabbed your feet to keep you from hurting Richie and the fight seemed to leave you all together. You didn’t care what happened to you anymore, you just felt numb as everyone ran outside, Ben and Richie carrying you down the stairs.

The warm sunlight hit your face but it felt more like a cruel taunt than a comforting warmth that the sun usually gave you. Your brother was dead, his body in the sewers that had always terrified him so much but the sun still shinned and the world kept turning. You felt sick to your stomach. Gently, Ben let go of your feet and backed away to catch his breath after running for his life and carrying you with him. You looked up at Richie, his eyes were wet, his glasses crooked, and his hair a mess.

“Why did you do that?” You whispered harshly, “Why did you make me leave him down there?!” You shook your head, you grasped his shirt in your hands and tried to shake him but he didn’t move. “Why did you make me leave him?!” You yelled in his face with a sob.

Richie just shook his head, pleading with you silently.

“Y/N-“ Mike started but you ignored him.

“It’s too dark! It’s too dark down there! Eddie, you know he hated the dark. I use to tell him there was nothing to be afraid of. But now…You should have left me down there with him.”

There was a loud cracking sound and you all looked up to see the Nesbitt house slowly begin to crack and teeter like it was about to fall in on itself. You let go of Richie’s shirt to cover the gasp coming out of your mouth.

Eddie.

Beside you, you saw a flash of yellow and black plaid as Richie rushed forward back towards the collapsing house. Mike and Ben grabbed him first though, holding him back as he begged to be let go. You weren’t the only one who wanted to stay in that house with Eddie.

Richie was screaming and reaching out as if he could still grab Eddie and pull him back out. You cried harder at the sight, feeling your knees start to give. Beverly grabbed you before you could fall though, wrapping her arms around you and hugging you close. You heard one final crash and didn’t have to look up from Bev’s shoulder to know the house was gone. Even when Beverly whispered, “Don’t look.” In your ear. Slowly the sounds of Richie’s cried died down and there was an ominous silence as everyone stood around the remains of the Nesbitt house.

You couldn’t help yourself. You looked up and turned your head to take in the remains. You were glad that house was gone. You wanted to burn the remains and dance in the ashes. You wanted to lie down in them an die. You were painfully aware that now there was no going back for Eddie. Your brother really was gone. You had left him in a dark, germ filled, disgusting sewer alone, surrounded by the things he had feared and hated so much.

You pulled your eyes from the house and over to Richie, still standing by Mike and Ben, staring at the house, taking in what had happened. Richie turned as if he had felt your eyes boring into him. Answering some unspoken question, you shook your head and he pushed past Ben and strode to your side. You opened your arms and let yourself wrap them around Richie. He gripped you tight, bending down to bury his face in your hair. He cried into your hair, holding you flat against him in a crushing grip but you only gripped him tighter. No one said anything.

The pain the others felt was real but your and Richie’s was something else entirely. You glanced up at the sky where the sun shone down on you all. Pennywise was dead. It was finally over. You looked around at the rest of the losers club to see everyone was glancing at each other thinking the same thing. It was over. You hadn’t won but you had ended it. Maybe you were too selfish because you weren’t sure it was worth it. You turned your head back into Richie’s shirt and closed your eyes.

It was over.

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sejanusbaby · 5 years

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Intoxicated — Eddie Kaspbrak

A/N: This isn’t my first time writing something this long and it certainly isn’t my first smut. I hope you enjoy it. The reader is female. This is an 18+ fic. I won’t specify the readers ae, as it seems unnecessary to do so.

Anonymous asked: Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly write a smut for Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe it could involve the reader and Eddie having forgotten each other for those 27 years but when they meet up again, all of their feelings return and it’s too much to handle? Thank you so so much in advance! ☺️

Warnings: Smut, descriptive sexual content, a teenage Eddie x reader at the beginning. NSFW! I’m not your mom, so I can’t tell you what to do, but I would prefer 17+. Enjoy!

Eddie ran his slender fingers through your hair and you felt a hot tear drop into your shoulder, soakinb into your skin. At this point, you had already cried all of the tears you could.

As your senior year had come to a conclusion, it was time for you to leave Derry behind. A few of your friends had already left, but you couldn’t imagine leaving until after graduating. Eddie was taking it the hardest, next to Richie who cried his eyes out at home after hearing the news; he would never tell you that though.

“Hey, now. It’s okay. We can still call each other every day and write each other letters.” you said, stroking the freckled skin on Eddie’s soft face.

“I just wish I could go with you. Leave this shithole town. There’s nothing here for me.” he muttered, sniffling and wiping his tears with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You smiled softly at him. It hurt your heart to see him so upset. But he had a point. There was nothing here for him. There was nothing in Derry for you either. All you had was the bad aftertaste of all the bad memories. Most of your friends were gone, anyway.

“It’s okay, Eds. I love you. I promise I’ll stay in touch. We’ll see each other again, I promise.” you whispered, tears threating to spill over again. You pulled Eddie’s face to yours and kissed him softly, the taste of his lips and the tears that spilled down his face overpowering you.

“I love you too.”

And so when the day came for you to leave, Mike, Richie, and Eddie were there to send you off. Richie’s eyes were clearly swollen from the amount of tears he had cried earlier that day, but he promised to be strong, for your sake.

Mike leaned in and gave you a tight hug. And you both sat there, taking each other in for a moment, before you pulled away. He gave you a weak smile to which you returned.

“I’m going to miss you, Mike.” you said, reaching up to touch his face. “Stay in touch, will you?” He nodded.

“Of course.”

Richie looked down at his feet as you turned to him. He told himself to be strong, but look at him now. He can’t even look his best friend in the face and he was a blubbering mess.

“Listen, Trashmouth. You’re not going to get all soft on me now, are you?” you smiled and giggled, trying to lighten the mood. He looked up at you and removed his glasses. You pulled him into a long embrace, stroking the back of his head, running your fingers through the curls. “I love you, Richie.” your voice cracked as you spoke. “It’s going to be okay.” smiling at him, you nodded.

“I love you too, Y/N. Please, just call me every now and then. I don’t know if I can put up with Kaspbrak over here for very long without you.” he laughed through a sob. You smiled and then turned to Eddie.

“Eddie, sweetheart, please—” you couldn’t even finish the sentence that was in your mouth before he grabbed you tightly.

“I love you so, so much.” he said, pressing his lips to yours in a long kiss. “I need you to promise me you’ll stay in touch, please.”

“Of course.” you said, wiping some of his tears away with your thumb. Those bug brown eyes looked into yours, pleading. “I love you so much more.”

And so, you finished placing your items in your car, and began to drive away. With every mile you drove, the memories began to fade. You were off to make a future for yourself. The only future for Eddie now was his present. He sat on his bed, sobs wracking his body, until he fell asleep. And everytime he woke up, he forgot more and more.

You didn’t even give it a second thought. You threw your clothes into a bag along with other essential items you would need.

“Yes, yes. Thank you for calling, Mike. I’m leaving right now.” you spoke frantically, zipping that bag closed, and stumbling down the stairs and into your car. “I’ll see you soon.”

The drive was the worst part. You couldn’t remember anything, but you were scared. Of what, though? You slammed on your breaks, your tires squealing, as you arrived at the meeting point. Your own, shaky hands ran through your hair and you took a deap breathe, before making your way into the restaurant.

“Y/N, you came.” Mike said, relieved. He pulled you into a hug.

“Of course.”

“Y/L/N? I haven’t seen you in forever. Oh my God.” Bill gawked, hugging you so tight that you could barely breathe. You returned the embrace and the three of you took your seats.

You took this time to scan over the menu in front of you, ignoring the figure that sat next to you, chatting with Mike and Bill.

Bill nudged you a bit. “Y/N, it’s Eddie. He came.” you could hear him smile when he spoke to you. You froze. Eddie.

“Eds?” you spoke softly, looking up at him. He was so grown. He smiled, still looking just as worried as he was last time you saw him. Oh, how that boy was always worrying.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” he said. His left ring finger caught your eye, and your heart dropped. He noticed. “I got married, haha. Shocking, right?” You swallowed and nodded. “I think we should catch up, by ourselves, after this.” You agreed.

After a few drinks, laughs, catching up, and some weird fortune cookies, you found yourself following Eddie up to his room. You collapsed onto the bed, your muscles all relaxing as you did so.

“I’ve missed you.” you blurted out to him. He just smiled and quietly laughed.

“For the past 27 years. I have waited for you, I missed you, and then I forgot.” He looked down, playing with his wedding ring. “Myra, my wife, she’s—” he paused. “She’s become a problem for me. She’s more of a mother than a wife. My plan was to leave her soon. She just cares, but too much.” He looked up at you. “Plus, it’s almost like, tonight, I finally found this missing piece of me. A piece that I couldn’t find for years.”

You swallowed. It was you. “It’s me, isn’t it?” To that question, he nodded. He slipped his finger out of the ring and set it on the nightstand.

“I’ve waited too long.” You sat up at his words. He was quick to catch your lips in a kiss. He was swift to lay you back down onto this bed. “And I’ve waited far too long to wait any longer to see you, Y/N. Please, let me love you like I used to.” His breathe fanned over your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Please.” you spoke quietly. He pressed his lips to yours again, running his tongue gently across yours. You let out a sigh as he reached down to pull you clothes off of you body, leaving you in your panties and a silk bra. Eddie removed you bra, running his shaky hands over your breasts, earning a long moan to escape your lips. His other hand reached down to touch on that sensitive bundle on your womanhood.

“Oh, Eddie—” you moaned, back arching, and you ground your pussy on his hand harder.

“I’m going to save the foreplay for another time, angel.” Eddie said, already removing his own clothes. You slipped your panties down to your ankles, kicking them somewhere onto the floor.

His manhood layed on your stomach, heavy and hot, waiting for you.

“I hope you know how much I love you. How much I still love you.” He spoke lowly against your skin.

“I love you too, so much.”

He pressed the tip of his cock into you, slowly at first. He sunk further until he couldn’t anymore, resting his forehead against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, groaning as he did so.

“You’re so tight—oh my God.” He whimpered against your lips. You captured his hips by wrapping your legs around his, pushing him into you even further. Your back arched and you let out a sigh with his name.

“Eddie—please, I can’t—” You whined, bringing one hand up to his hair and the other to rest on his lower back. He understood what you needed. He wanted to give you what you needed. Because he needed you too.

He began to grind against your hips at an even faster pace, the sounds of skin softly smacking filling up the room. You let out another cry, the friction if his throbbing member in your cunt, sending you over the edge.

Your back arched and you let out a string of moans and whimpers, as you came around Eddie’s member. He wasn’t too far after you, releasing himself inside of you, holding you tight, and continued to grind into you, milking your orgasms for what they were worth.

He sat for a minute, staring at your beautiful face, with tired eyes. He pressed a kiss to your temple then kissed on your ear.

“Marry me?” He whispered.

And so you did.

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