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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱: 𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo tries to make everything right, but it might seem to be too late. all while your brother makes an unexpected appearance and interfers with your love life

warnings: mentions of a loved one dying, car accident, trauma, underage drinking, angst

notes: feels like an eternity since i posted the last chapter lmao

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one year ago

cormac had left the party an hour ago. he had just left you there, standing in the middle of the dance floor, as he bid off the passenger seat of his cabrio to a girl whose name you couldn't even remember now. all you knew was that she was sitting on the passenger seat that had been supposed to be yours.

you were drunk out your friend and had zero idea in which direction your house was. you took a look out of the window. it was raining and it would be a stupid idea to just blindly walk in one direction in the dark.

you thought about a way to get home, when a voice behind you made you perk up.

it was theo. he was taking to two guys you had never seen before. you smiled as your heart beat calmed down.

you knew theo, theo would help you.

"theo" you slurred and hiccuped.

theo did not look as happy to see you, as you were to see him.

"cormac" you hiccuped again "left me and i wanted to ask if you could drive me home?"

"i told you, he was bad news" theo rolled his eyes as the two other guys walked away.

"i know" you hiccuped "and you were right"

he nodded. his eyes already fixated on something or someone behind you.

"could you please drive me?" you asked "it won't take long, i promise"

"it would take half an hour" theo argued "we're not in town anymore. do you even know where you are?"

you shook your head and he sighed. you thought he would maybe say yes and rip you a new one on the drive home, but theo shook his head and your heart sank.

"call a taxi or something"

"please, theo" you pleaded "please, help me"

theo laughed sarcastically. "just yesterday you told me we couldn't be friends anymore, because i don't approve of your asshole of a boyfriend. so tell me, why should i do anything to help you?"

tears were running over your cheeks at this point and you could only watch as theo threw off your grip on his arm and walked away from you.

you got your jacket from the hanger at the door, before you walked out into the cold. the rain was dripping into your face, but you didn't mind. you started walking in any direction, as you took out your phone and dialed your older brother.

"leo?" you hiccuped as soon as your call was answered.

"y/n?" leo's voice was hoarse, he had probably been asleep.

"i'm sorry for calling you so late" you cried into the phone.

"is everything alright?" he was sounding a lot more awake now. "what happened?"

"cormac left me at this party and i don't know how to get home"

"i'll come and get you" he was moving around, probably getting dressed "can you find out where you are? can you send me your location?"

"yeah" you said and quickly did as he has asked. "i'll wait on the street"

"okay" he checked the location you had send "that's pretty far from mum's house, but it's not as far to dad's place, i will probably be there in ten minutes"

"okay" you said "thank you, leo"

"of course" he said, before the two of you ended the call.

you waited ten minutes, twenty, thirty, before your drunken mind decided that walk in the direction leo would probably come from. maybe he had gotten lost in the dark.

you weren't sure if it was intentional, but at some point you had just started to follow the sound of sirens that were coming from the street a few hundred meters away. the lights were making it hard to miss.

he was already dead when you arrived. the police was busy pushing back the people, but you had recognized your dad's car. and you could see his hand slipping out from under the black cloth. he was still wearing his bracelet and you were wearing the same.

your tears mixed with the rain that was still dripping from the sky. you screamed and two police officers came to check on you.

"are you alright, miss?" the man couldn't have been older than twenty-six.

"that's my brother" you cried.

he turned around to look in the direction of your eyes.

"that's my brother" you repeated. "please" you begged.

the officer helped you to stand up, before he took you by the arm and brought you into the middle of the street, where an older police officer was waiting. the younger one brought you a blanket when he noticed how much you were shivering.

"what's your name?" the older asked

"y/n" you stuttered, your eyes still fixated on leo.

"she's not older than sixteen" you could hear one of the medical assistants whisper.

"how old was he?" the other asked.

"eighteen? or nineteen?"

no you wanted to scream he's only seventeen

“where do you live?” the police officer asked.

“can’t i see him, please?” you cried. the police officer exchanged a look with one of the medical assistants, before he nodded.

you followed them to your brother, who was still laying on the street unmoving, but they wouldn’t raise the cloth. you just touched his hand and the bracelet on his arm. his hand was cold and your heart shattered even more.

“come on” the police officer said. “i’ll drive you home” you didn’t react when he softly took your arm and walked you to sit in his car. you just told him the address of your dad when he asked and watched the street as it moved past you.

he followed you to the door and you could see the smile on your dads face die down when his eyes fell on you. “where’s leo?”

“i’m sorry, sir-“ the police officer began and you blended him out. your eyes were focused on the jacket in the entryway. did leo leave it? did he drive without a jacket to get you? he must’ve been cold.

your fathers sobbing was what brought back. the police officer excused himself, before he pushed you inside the house.

“he wanted to pick me up” you said as you stared up at your father.

and then the screaming began. it only stopped when it was half past three in the night. your father send you a last look, before he told you to grab your things.

he didn’t want you to stay the night.

he stopped the car in front of your mothers house and told you to get outside.

“dad, please” you had begged, but he hadn’t even looked at you.

“i don’t want to talk to you” he had said before he drove off and left you standing in the middle of the street.

you opened the door with your key and as you walked inside, someone turned on the light.

“y/n!” your mother screamed “where have you been? you’re soaked!”

you had sat on your bed and started at the wall for what felt like days. april came to look after you, but both of you didn’t speak. the boys came, but you told april that you didn’t want to see them, so they left.

the only person you wanted to see was theo, but he didn’t come.

the funeral was beautiful, from what you could notice through tear filled eyes and april stayed close to you the entire time, clutching your hand like her life depended on it. hers didn’t, but yours maybe did.

the boys had come, all but theo and after the funeral you all had went to the lake, because it had been leo’s favorite place in the world. it had been his idea to throw together some money and buy the garage. it had been pretty run down when you found it and all of you spent half a year renovating, but in the end it was worth it.

it was the perfect place for all of you and the perfect place to practice songs for the band theo and leo had started.

before enzo, leo had played the guitar. now the band was missing a member and none of them new if it was even fair to go on.

after a few months, enzo, mattheos little brother started playing for them. they continued rehearsing in the garage, april went from time to time to watch them play, while your visits became less and less.

you didn’t want to see theo and from what you heard he didn’t want to see you either, because he stayed away whenever you were near.

weeks turned into months and what seemed like a separation for now turned into normality.

you had almost been glad when theo started talking to you again, even when it was in a malicious way. but that was safe territory, you were having a relationship that allowed both of you to not talk about everything that had happened. you could just ignore it that way.

now

theo spent his days running around his room, thinking about ways to make it up to you, to excuse his actions.

there were lines flowing through his head. a song was forming and he couldn't stop the need to sit down and write everything down, everything that you deserved to hear.

he didn't have the intention of airing out anything. he just wanted to show you what you were worth to him and how sorry he was that he had been the reason you had felt so alone. he had robbed you of your friends, he had robbed you of him, when you had needed him most.

later that day he drove up to the garage to use enzo's guitar. he wanted to feel the words, to make sure they were the right ones.

he played the first few notes, slowly and gently. before he began to sing, crossing words and adding new ones that fitted what he wanted to say better.

when he was finished he called enzo, begging him to send you a message, because you would ignore any message he would send anyway.

can you please come to the garage? please, i really need your help, it's about april

the message enzo had send made you worry. april didn't answer when you tried to call her, so you got the leo's old bike from the shed and rode there as fast as possible.

when you arrived, you walked inside quickly, searching the place with your eyes for kind of sign from enzo or april.

"hey" your eyes fell on the couch where theo was sitting.

you turned around, ready to walk back outside, but he quickly stumbled to his feet, holding your arm before you had the chance to flee.

"did you get enzo to send that message?" you asked "i thought something had happened to him or april. i was worried sick" you slapped a hand against his chest, trying to push him away.

"i know, i'm sorry"

"sorry-"

"doesn't cut it this time, i know" he interrupted "just please, sit down and listen to this"

"another song?" you huffed.

"please, y/n"

you sighed, before you sat down on the couch, you watched him walk around the keyboard, before he took the acoustic guitar and sat down across from you.

"it's called matilda" he muttered "and it's everything i want you to know"

you listened attentively as he played the chords, his voice only a whisper.

you were riding your bike to the sound of "it's no big deal" and you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now so you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

your heart beat faster when he looked up and found your eyes.

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

your eyes filled with tears as the soft shiver in his voice and you realized that he was crying too.

matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright but i know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days it's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

this song felt realer than any he had written before. it felt like everything theo wanted daddy issues to be, before it had been used in a way to hurt you.

you're just in time, make your tea and your toast you framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh you don't have to go you don't have to go home oh, there's a long way to go

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love you don't have to be sorry, no

you knew he was referring to the boys and april. it had taken you way too long to realize that they had been your family all this time, even during the hardest year or your life, they had tried to be close and show their love, you had just been too stubborn to accept it.

but love wasn't something that could end. not this kind of love. you had always loved them and you had always loved theo, but right now your heart was too heavy to forgive him, even if you so desperately wanted to.

"thank you" you said and theo looked up with hope in his eyes. "but did you think a song would be enough to fix everything that is broken between us?"

his heart sank and he shook his head.

"i tried to ignore it these past weeks, tried to be your friend" you muttered "because it was easy, it was familiar. but it's like everything that you did this past year comes back anytime i look at you and it makes me wonder how you can say you love me when that was the way you acted"

"i hated myself for what i did" theo admitted "it was my fault that leo needed to come and get you in the first place. i could've brought you home, but i didn't want to, because i was so damn jealous and stubborn"

"why didn't you come to the funeral?"

"because i was ashamed of what i had done that night" he looked down and for a moment you were sure he was gonna grab your hand. he didn't. "but i'm gonna make it up to you, if you just let me"

"it's too late" you shook your head "i appreciate your effort, but it's just too late, theo. i'm sorry"

"just give us one more try" he begged "i know that we belong together"

"theo" you said as you softly touched his cheek, he leaned in, capturing as much of your warmth as possible. "it goes great for a while and then we start fighting. that's just our nature. and we're so fucking immature when it comes to the other"

"we can make it work"

you shook your head "no we can't" you looked to the ground "you were right when you said that we weren't good for each other. it's because we're not good to each other, at least never for long"

you left the garage and took all in you to not turn around when you heard him sob. there was a part of you that so desperately needed to be close to you, but an even bigger part was just hurt at his actions. that part had been in constant pain since leo had died and you truly did not know how to get rid of that pain.

theo tried calling you about a thousand times, you didn't answer and after some time just blocked his number. he stared at your window all day, but you kept the curtains closed.

you didn’t even mind him telling dave that you would be playing pixie dream girl on saturday, it was just that he had lied to you. and on top of everything else that hurt the most.

enzo had called you too, apologizing for the way he had led you on. he also told you that he had been at the doctors and gotten his cast removed. his hand was well enough for him to play saturday, so there was no need for you to show up.

you had been happy to hear that. after all that had happened you weren't sure if you had had the strength to stand on that stage with him.

it was friday, one day before the concert, when you sat down on the floor of your room and your hands went under the bed, pulling out leo’s box. you were looking for one of his photos, your favorite one of him and you, but you couldn’t find it.

“where is it?” you muttered, as you got back on your feet and looked around the room.

maybe it was downstairs. maybe it was in his room. maybe your mother had took it.

you walked down the steps slowly and carefully, as to not wake her.

leo’s room looked like it always did. it was organized, everything was were it was supposed to be. it had looked like that ever since he had moved in with your dad and only spent the weekends in here.

you walked around the bed and to the shelves where a few photos were displayed. you and him, him and the rest of the band. photos from your childhood, from summer at the lake, from band practices and late nights spend renovating the garage.

you opened the drawer that was filled with his clothes. parts of him that were still here, while he was so far gone.

you didn't find it and your eyes just slipped past your mother when you left the room. before you could continue your search in the livingroom, the doorbell rang.

"go away, theo" you said loud enough for him to hear through the door.

"it's me" a voice said "matt"

you opened the door and it was indeed mattheo who was leaning against the wall.

"if theo send you, you can tell him-"

"he didn't" mattheo interrupted, before his hand went to the back pocket of his trousers and he held a small box in your direction.

it had been wrapped and looked like a birthday gift.

"what is that?" you asked suspiciously.

"it's from leo" mattheo explained "he made me keep it, because you always searched his things for presents, remember?"

you did. you had always done that. it had been a way for yourself to try and react the best way to the gifts you were getting.

"it's from a year ago" mattheo continued "he made me keep it from you. i would've given it to you sooner, but i honestly forgot about it. i just found it because i had to clean out my drawer"

"which drawer?"

"i'd rather not say"

you nodded.

your birthday had been just a few days after the accident. april had baked you a cake and you had spent the day with her, laying in your bed, eating cake and watching movies. it was probably the saddest birthday you had ever had, mostly because you felt leo's absence extra hard.

he had loved birthdays. and he had loved giving gifts.

"thank you" you said finally, as you took the box from his hand. "do you know what's inside?"

mattheo nodded. "i don't want to tell you what to do"

"then don't" you smiled, ready to close the door, but mattheo wouldn't let you go so easily.

"yeah, but i will" he grinned "what happened was pretty messed up, okay? everything with your mum and dad.. theo acted like a fucking idiot and i'm not saying you should just forgive him, but just- both of you should stop punishing yourselves for something that wasn't your fault"

"matty-"

"just because leo died doesn't mean you owe him something" he continued "none of you is at fault for that. it was that fucking drunk driver okay? you and theo aren't cursed or anything and leo wouldn't be angry if you just stopped beating yourself up for something you had no control over"

"i appreciate-"

"just watch what's on this" he tapped the box "then we can continue this argument"

you finally nodded and watched as he walked back out to the street, he waved at you before you closed the door.

despite the uneasiness, you slowly opened the box. in there was just a dvd. you raised your eyebrows. leo had been a bit old school with these things.

you walked into the living room, turning on the dvd player and putting the dvd in, before you started the video.

"hey, y/n" leo was sitting right where you were now. "happy birthday! hopefully you like my present, at least you definitely need it. it's fine if you really like cormac, but don't forget us and uh, don't forget theo, hm?"

what followed was a black screen and then laughter, your laughter. a video started playing. your were chasing theo around the lake, while you could hear leo cheer you on behind the camera.

before you could start to wonder, music started playing and not just any music. about you, theo's unreleased song. so leo had known about it, about the song and probably also about the way theo had felt.

you began crying as other videos followed. leo and you trying to hit the last two bowling pins and failing. mattheo, enzo and you as you tried to make a human pyramid. laughter was heard all throughout as draco, blaise, april and you ran a race that you and april lost by far.

there was a video april had taken of you during practice, as you had sat on the ground before the band. your eyes had been fixated on theo the entire time. you didn't even know this video existed.

"who's taller?" theo asked into the camera. "what do you think?" the camera swung to leo, who smirked.

"you or her?" he pointed between you and theo. "is that a serious question?" your brother laughed and the camera swung back to you, making a face and crossing your arms.

"you're just saying that, because you like him more than me" you muttered with fake offense.

"never" leo laughed, before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you immediately rubbed off.

the last video was one of you all sitting at the fire. theo was playing the guitar and you were sitting next to him, watching his every move.

leo turned the camera around. "they're in love" her whispered with his mouth close to the lens, before he turned the camera back at theo and you and zoomed in on you, as you sang along to the song theo was playing. "theo doesn't want to admit it to me" leo continued "but she is his pixie dream girl" you could hear him laugh about the joke to himself as the video ended.

that's where theo had gotten the song title from. someone must've showed him the video at the campfire, maybe that was what tempted him to write about you.

"he was happy in his last months, wasn't he?" you almost shrieked as you suddenly heard your mother speak. you turned your head. she was standing behind the couch and she looked unusually awake. her face was as tear stained as your cheeks and you nodded.

"he was" your eyes fell on the on the photo she was holding pressed to her chest. she followed your eyes and sighed.

"i'm sorry" she exclaimed "i found it in your room and took it. it wanted to have my children near me and i always loved this picture of the two of you. i was about to give it back"

"it's alright, mum" she was so clear all of a sudden.

"come here, baby" she sat down beside you and opened her arms, so you could crawl under the blanket next to her. "i missed you"

"you did?" you asked surprised.

"i know it's my own fault" she said "i shut you out. you didn't deserve the way i treated you, i'm so sorry"

"mum" you muttered. "it's alright"

"no it's not" she pressed a kiss to your head "i will get healthy, okay? i promise. i lost my son that night, but my daughter is still here and i have to become a better mother"

"it was my fault" you whispered "that's why you got so sick"

"oh, baby" she shook her head "it was never your fault, i should've gotten help for myself immediately, but i just wanted to be alone. i never wanted you to feel like anything that happened that night was your fault and i was wrong to worry you, to let you feel like you had to get through this alone"

"i wasn't alone" you assured her "i had april"

"and theo right?" your mother pointed to the paused picture of you and theo at the campfire.

"theo and i don't really talk anymore"

"why not?" your mum asked surprised "you were always so close"

"we started falling out before leo's death and after that we didn't really talk to each other anymore" you explained "we became friends again, but he did some pretty hurtful things"

she looked at you expectingly, waiting for you to continue.

"he wrote a few songs about me and he messaged dad"

"oh" your mother breathed, before she cleared her throat "do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me?"

"there's nothing to forgive, i was never really angry" you admitted "i just felt so alone"

"i know, sweetheart" she nodded "i promise i will make it up to you" she nudged your arm "but if you're able to forgive me after all the horrible things i did to you these past months, don't you think you will be able to forgive him too?"

your eyes fell on the tv. you thought about the way theo's and your eyes connected and you thought about what leo had said.

they're in love.

"yeah" you nodded "maybe i will"

authors note: what do you guys think? should pixie forgive theo? :)

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webslingingslasher · 20 hours

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i’m seated for some sneak peaks of things you have in the drafts hehe

here's a blurb for munch frat!peter:

'hand this card to the last person to eat pussy.'

tarrent has a gleam in his eye as he proudly pushes it into peter's chest. 'drink up, bro.'

you're not watching, the content of your cup is more interesting. but you're listening to see exactly how peter plays this one off because he hasn't even tried- let alone offered to go down on you.

peter hands the card back. 'nah, i don't do that.' he says it like it's a joke and his friends laugh with him, like he's too humble to accept the crown title of carpet muncher.

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here's a blurb for hockey!peter fighting for his life over a jersey

'hey, can i have a kiss?' the audacity. you cross your arms again and look to the side, 'no.' peter frowns, you lean away when you feel his lips on your cheek.

'no? not even after i just won?'

'you didn't deserve it.' you grumble it from the side of your mouth, peter catches it and feels offended. 'don't get pouty and tell me i deserved to lose.'

you turn to him, your eyes screamed fire at him. 'don't humilate me and demand a kiss then.'

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here's a blurb for cherry!peter who's doing the best he can to make cherry's sex dream come to life

'i've been so good, haven't i been so good for you?' peter can sense a little bit of a praise kink in you, it's fitting. 'you're always good for me. you're my good girl, aren't you?'

a whimper, it's so much better when it's real. 'i'm your good girl.' a harsh grind, you clutch peter's forearm while you throw your head back. 'yeah? that feels good?'

'call me your pretty baby.' peter doesn't know where the direction is coming from but he likes it. 'does my pretty baby feel good?' an audible moan, he's fucking perfect at this.

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here's a blurb for bf!frat!peter with a girlfriend who should always come first

peter is totally saving you for last and you're about to go nuts on him. sure, there might be a line of people and sure, you might be the one in the least danger but you're owed some sort of urgency.

'hello?' you call it out, you sound impatient. 'spider-man?' you are impatient. you call for him again, he holds up a hand and you gasp. 'oh you little- spider-man, you better come help me right now or i swear to god i'll...' you have no real threat. 'just don't tempt me!'

peter doesn't come help you, he's still helping an older woman and you're about to throw yourself into a fire for some attention. 'excuse me? i'm looking for my boyfriend, have you seen him?'

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here's a blurb from that blurb... you know... the one where peter has hooked up with trouble's friend?

if peter was a brat, he'd say that you're not supposed to be talking to him. instead, he extends his hand out and watches heavy footing beat up the staircase. the second his door slams, his best friend is asking what the fuck happened with his eyes.

'she's mad at me.' his door swings open, you shout down to him. 'i'm not mad! we're broken up!' another slam. ethan's expecting a lot more from peter than a shrug. 'no we're not.'

his door hits the wall, another scream, 'yes we are!' a third slam, this time, he's got two friends coming out of their rooms and glancing between his bedroom door and the lower level where peter had crossed arms.

'what's going-' peter flails his arms around, trying to stop the impending question and what he knows is all you need to give him a round two, but worse because now you're no longer in public.

a sheepish grin crosses over a brother's face when his door explodes open, peter thinks there might be a hole behind his door where the handle matches up perfectly.

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here's a blurb where ethan walks in on sexy time :(

'liar! he saw me from behind!' you know he did, it was all on show. everything's ruined. peter's trying his best to be soothing. 'hey, even if he did, he won't say anything. it's ethan, you know ethan.'

you do. that's why it's so bad. the reminder makes you cry harder, peter connects the dots. 'oh jeez, trouble. here, come give me a hug.' it's a pathetic reach, you want nothing more than to be locked away in his hold, hidden and secret from the outside world.

'he-' you suck in air, curling in even closer to peter as if you weren't on his lap already. 'he saw me having sex.' you pull peter's arms tighter around you, it almost hurts it's so tight. it's what you need.

'i know, baby. i'm so sorry.' at least he's being honest.

'how much did he see?' peter doesn't know either, he was a little busy underneath you. he just knows the second he saw his door open, his instinct was to protect you.

'very little.' you feel kisses over your head, 'please stop crying.'

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here's a blurb where nerdy!peter has no filter when he's drunk

'hi, honey.' you hold his arm tightly, 'don't lean over.' bending at the waist you reach for the keys, peter groans and shouts an exaggerated 'oh my god!'

you fly up, the metal tucked between your fingers. 'what?' you look around, peter's busy staring down your skirt while his teeth sink into his bottom lip. 'your ass is so nice.'

you suck in a deep breath and ignore the flush of warmth covering your chest. 'thank you, petey.' you ignore the slight shake in your hand when you shove the key in.

peter's door gets stuck a lot and you have to shove your shoulder into it a little. while you're doing your best to raid the door, a hand slides up the back of your thigh and gives you a tight squeeze. you jump and yelp, your hand reaching back to throw his off.

'peter!' he giggles and turns his head like you wouldn't be able to see him anymore. 'i just wanted to touch it a little.' peter's fingertips lightly drag up your thigh, you slap it away again. he giggles harder, the sound bubbles out of him.

'i'm trying to get us inside, leave my butt alone.' you have his promise, and you nudge the door a little, a sharp smack has you wipping around to face him. peter shoots his hands up, 'last one, i promise! that was the last one!'

#just a tease....#thanks anon!

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ladysharmaa · 2 years

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I need you

Bridgerton family x sis!reader

summary: when a suitor breaks Y/n's heart, her family comforts her, reminding her that all she needs is her siblings' love

requested: yes

warnings: heartbreak, pure fluff

Y/n kept a secret. She was participating in the season in hopes of finding a husband. She attended the balls, put on a fake smile she'd learned to master, and danced with everyone who asked politely under the watchful eye of her older siblings. But they didn't notice everything.

From dance to dance, between small moments of silence between conversations, Y/n's gaze moved to the other side of the room. Earl Harewood had shown up, accompanied by his parents, hoping to find a wife who could fulfill her responsibilities. From the first moment their eyes met, it felt like the room had gotten smaller, holding a breath at the sight of each other's beauty.

But the Earl's mother later told him that she had already chosen a woman for him to marry. All the dances he had with Y/n, the moments they spent in the ball garden talking and talking, the secrets they shared, the plans for the future, it would all be for nothing.

Y/n trusted that he would have the courage to stand up to his parents, showing that he wanted to marry for love and not someone they chose. Y/n still thought they might accept her, being a Bridgerton, but the Earl's supposed future wife had a higher social status, and her family owned more wealth than hers.

When he told her he couldn't stop her parents' decision and would have to get married, the Bridgerton girl wanted to cry. Scream. Run away. Beg for his love.

But she didn't say anything.

She was silent, her eyes watering. She bowed out of courtesy, walked to her door as he wanted to talk to her in her garden where they spent several moments together. Not once did he call her name, and that made her heart even more torn apart.

How could she have been so naive to think an Earl was going to marry her? How could she have allowed herself to be happy? She just thought how disappointed her mother would be, she was so excited thinking that one of her daughters was going to marry someone so important. All her life she had been prepared for marriage, and even that she had failed.

But what she cost the most wasn't that. It was knowing that she'd lost the first man she'd ever loved. She wouldn't know if she was ever going to be able to feel this love for someone else again. How could she? Her heart her belonged to someone who didn't desire her.

When Y/n entered the house, she looked around, relieved not to see any of her siblings or her mother. She didn't think she could hold back the tears much longer. Her luck ran out when Collin nearly hit her, her vision blurring from nearly shed tears.

"Sister! My apologies, I didn't see you," he exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders to keep her from falling. He finally noticed her eyes. "Is your conversation with the Earl of Harewood over? Did something happen?"

That was all it took for the tears to start falling, seeming not to want to stop despite Y/n closing her eyes to try to stop them from falling. Her lips came together in a thin line to keep from letting out the sobs that threatened to break her body. Collin's face was one of pure terror, never having been the one to deal with girl problems. His sister was crying and he had no idea what to do.

"Brother!" he called in distress, knowing that Benedict who was in the room knew what to do. "Can you fetch mother for me?"

"Mother is not home, I believe she went to have tea with Lady Watford." the painter appeared, immediately noticing Y/n's state and Collin's terrified face. He immediately glared at his younger brother. "What did you do?"

"Me?! I did nothing! She just started crying." Collin desperately defends himself. Was the room getting hotter? Because he sure was getting hot. "I don't know what to do, brother. What if it is a girl problem?"

If Y/n hadn't been so emotional, trying to keep her composure and not talking because she suspected it would only result in more tears and a husky, not-lady voice, she would have laughed at the sheer panic on Collin's face and Benedict's angry look. Everything got worse when Anthony showed up.

"Brothers, what seems to be the matter? I have work to do." he questioned impatiently, having been disturbed by the noise midway through the paperwork. The Viscount then noticed Y/n's rosy, tear-streaked cheeks and her teary eyes. He pointed at Benedict and Collin with a glare, asking through a clenched jaw, "What did you two do? Why does Y/n seem to be crying?"

"Oh lord. Brother, we haven't done anything." Colin grunted.

"When I arrived, Collin was with her and she was already crying." Benedict shrugged, preferring to blame his brother rather than deal with Anthony's anger.

"Nobody did anything to me!" Y/n finally shouted, putting silence to the argument that had formed between the brothers who argued with each other. She just wanted to go to her room without anyone bothering her. "If you excuse me brothers, I shall go to my room. I wish to be alone."

She didn't even wait for them to answer, starting up the stairs in a hurry. She faintly heard Anthony ask her to come down and talk to them, but Y/n ignored him and continued on her way, closing the door with a bang. She didn't even have the strength to go to her bed, sitting on the floor, her back against the door. She propped her elbows on her legs, hiding her face in her hands, finally letting her tears run free. Why did it hurt so much?

Meanwhile, downstairs the three Bridgerton brothers have never been so panicked and confused. Usually when this happened, their Mother was home and they didn't have to worry about comforting their sisters. That was not the case today. They shared a look, ending up yelling all at once, "Daphne! You must make haste!"

Y/n could hear the sound of a knock on the door over her sobs. She decided not to open the door, hoping that her brothers respected her choice and let her be alone in her own misery.

"Y/n? It's Daphne. Can you let me in, dear?" she heard her sister's angelic voice.

Y/n didn't want anyone's company, but she knew she would have to face her family someday. "Is it only you?" she asked, working up the strength to speak but cringing when she heard her husky voice.

"It is only me." Daphne nodded, waving her hand for Anthony, Benedict, and Collin to leave, who stood behind her, anxiously waiting for an answer. "I'm going to come in."

Daphne's heart sank as she entered, quickly closing the door so the others wouldn't come after her. Y/n was on the floor, cheeks and nose red, her eyes swollen from wiping away tears that are always replaced by new ones. Her hair was starting to come out of her impeccable hairstyle and her dress rumpled from sitting on the floor.

Daphne sat beside her, adjusting her dress to cover her legs. Y/n, who had his head tucked between his legs, looked at her, her lips trembling as new tears threatened to fall.

"Hi." she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Hello." Daphne whispered back. "Do you want to tell me what happened to the Earl of Harewood?"

"We are not to marry. He is going to marry some other woman his mother chose. He does not love me, sister." the younger sister explained sadly, hugging her legs even closer to her chest in comfort. "I thought we could have a future together, Daphne. But from the looks of it, our love meant nothing for him."

"Well, it's his loss. You're so beautiful, educated, talented, adventurous, smart and the list goes on. I could stay here all night just talking about how proud I am to be your sister." Daphne tried to comfort her by bringing Y/n onto her lap and hugging her. Although the floor was uncomfortable and her dress was wrinkling, all that mattered at that moment was Y/n. "Never doubt yourself. You have so many suitors, I'm sure you'll find someone you love and who treats you like a princess."

"Do you think?"

"I'm absolutely sure of it." Daphne smiled at her, wiping her tears away. "Now, our brothers are very worried about you and I'm pretty sure even Eloise stopped reading when she heard you were crying. You may not have an Earl, but you will always have us."

"And that will always be enough for me." Y/n smiled, wiping away tears and taking a deep breath. "Eloise would kill me if she knew I was crying over a man."

"You can always come for us crying about whatever you wish to cry about." she assured her sister, but a smirk appeared on her lips as she thought some more. "But yes, I'm quite positive that she would throw a book at your head. But you have Collin to hide behind."

"That's a good plan. Thank you, sister." Y/n said, getting up with Daphne and shaking out her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, composing herself and tried to put the sadness of not having the person she loved to the back of her head. She had her family with her.

When she opened the door, hoping to face the empty hallway, she was surprised when all her siblings were behind the door, waiting for her. Apparently they were listening in on the conversation, because her brothers seemed ready to kill.

"I'm going to kill him." Anthony confirmed what she was thinking, his voice low and menacing, arms crossed over his chest.

"It's quite alright, Anthony." Y/n assured him, grabbing his arm before he even went after Earl. "I have to move on and forget about this. I still have some balls to attend."

"And we'll be there at all with you." Daphne said, placing a hand on her back in comfort.

"And if you want to leave, you just have to tell us and we leave." Benedict added since Anthony was still too angry, thinking about plans on how to kill the Earl for hurting his sister.

"I know." Y/n smiled, looking around at all her siblings comfortingly around her, feeling the pieces of her heart coming back together. However, she was snapped out of her thoughts when a book hit her head, one hand immediately going to the hurt spot. "Ouch! What was that for?"

"Crying over a man, please. We need to talk more about us, women. We don't need a man, Y/n. Now come on, I have many books you can read about this." Eloise said with her hands on her hips and linking her arms with hers, starting to head towards the library. Aside from the lesson, she was hoping this might distract Y/n for a while.

The other Bridgerton watched her as she listened to Eloise. She was going to be okay. They would make sure of it.

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Title: 13 Stepbrothers; Your new home

Character(s): Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Albedo, Childe/Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Arataki Itto, Chongyun, Bennett

Summary: Modern au; You were young when your father was planning on remarrying again. Your father is always busy always outside the country for work that his fiance said that you could stay at the teyvat residence, and live with 13 of your future stepbrothers!

Note: Inspired by the anime Brother's conflict (kinda?), but I just wanted to write for something platonic really so this happened.

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, the reader is around 6 years old here, this is purely platonic, this is also a crack story and not to be taken seriously. not the best relationship between daughter and father hinted, but other than that it is pure fluff! Over 8k

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How It Happened

You clung to your father as he pushed you to the people he trusts to take care of you while he would be gone with his fiance abroad overseas. You were a small child, 6 years old and scared as you were in the center of strangers who will soon be your stepbrothers. You weren't sure what to do but hold on to your father's hand refusing to let go as your soon to be stepmother laughed at how adorable you were.

You looked down, a bit scared but at the same time a bit excited that you will now have a bigger family.

You have always been alone ever since you were probably born, your mother and father both had you at a late age and when your mother gave birth to you she passed away a few hours later. Your father loved you, truly he did! But he can't look at you in the face as you only reminded him of your mother so he started to pour everything into his work leaving only a little time with you. He would leave you to a nanny almost every day and when he had to leave the country for a few days or months for work he would give you to his relatives.

He was a rich man and he gave you almost everything, you never really lacked most things. If you told him that you wanted a toy it would be in your hands the next day, yet the only thing that he could never give was his time. Too busy, instead he would just apologize to you kissing the crown of your head as he tells you that he could next time, and yet when you asked again it was the same thing.

You finally understood that he didn't really have time for you, instead, you would just hug that pink bunny that he has gifted to you a long time ago. One that he picked by himself one that you didn't ask for, but cherished because it was proof to you that he loves you.

You would watch other kids talk to their parents, as they spent time together. Cartoons and animations that showed hugs that the main character and their parents would have, you would crave it. But there was also another thing that you wanted, a sibling…

Someone to be around, right by your side. It didn't matter if they were younger or older than you. You would prefer if you could have multiple siblings so you would be less alone so when you asked your father for a sibling, you didn't get an answer and that was the end of that...

So it was a surprise when he suddenly asked you if you were okay with him getting married again? Were you supposed to yell at him telling him how he betrayed mom or how he is going to abandon you? You watched a few dramas and movies where a child would react that way when they heard the news that one of their parents where marrying again.

But you don't remember your mom, having no memories of her. You wondered if he would abandon you but when he suddenly told you how the person he wishes to marry has 13 sons, your eyes immediately glittered. You wanted a family of more than two, you wanted siblings, people with who you could be with and not feel the gap when you were with a nanny or babysitter or how you would at your cousins enviously when they talk to their parents.

So hesitantly you nodded watching your father sigh in relief that you were okay with him marrying again. And after two or three months your father told you to pack up cause you are moving from the flat you lived in.

You asked him in the car after you and he packed your necessities, clothes, your favorite toys and such where you guys were going did he tell you that you are gonna now live with your soon to be stepbrother. Your father had finally confessed to the person he wished to marry and now the both of them were wearing their engagement rings you noticed the thin piece of metal on your father's ring finger as he drove making a turn.

He told you that when she heard that you were living almost practically alone she grew mad at him and burst into anger and told him that you should at least then stay with her son in the teyvat residence where it was a big modern mansion like flat with a connected living room and kitchen. Four floors where the first and second floor is used for rent while the upper floors were for the family.

You would have your own room and bathroom. But you will also get 13 brothers who you care about you more than a nanny would or so your father's fiance said. Your father's fiance expressed feelings feeling of concern that it would be awkward between you and her sons as not only was everything sudden, some of them were actually old enough to be your father. So really what she also wanted was time for you to get used to your new and very big family.

Your father has met her sons a few times in the past and thought that it would not be a bad idea and agreed to bring you to the residence.

So here you are now. In front of your future stepbrothers, not all of them were here only a few but it was scary as you continued to cling to your pink bunny rabbit...

Zhongli

Lawyer | Age: 30

The oldest in the family, he is the leader as his mother would always be out of the country for some business and now more on travels. Zhongli is the one who gathers the family when their an event and keeps them up to date. The brother all trust their brother except when something is needed to be paid. That one, they would handle as they all know that he always forgets to bring his wallet with him.

He was used to his family, the ruckus and their personalities. He was the one who watched most of them grow up and become adults, he is always busy but he always makes time for his family. But still, it was rather sudden for him when he was told that he would have a young sister soon, as the family has been all men for the longest time. He wasn't sure if he could take care of you at first as he only took care of boys and all, but when his mother told him how you were almost always alone at home he was a bit reluctant to say no.

Zhongli was told to ready a room on the 3rd floor near the living room before you arrived so he wasn't surprised when he saw you with your father and with a few pieces of luggage right beside your dad that seemed to belong to you as your dad told him that he would be leaving you in his care.

“Hello, my name is Zhongli.”

Zhongli was a busy man but when he couldn't take care of you he would make sure to ask a brother to watch over you. But when he could, he would work at home in the living room as you stayed beside him doing your homework, drawing or watching tv. He liked you, but he wasn't really attached to you unlike his other brother, Zhongli just chalked it up to time. He needed to spend time with you to actually look at you as a little sister.

So one day when he had time to pick you up and not ask his other brother to pick you up due to his usually busy schedule, he was surprised when you handed him a paper with a drawing of him and his brothers. It was badly drawn, with just circles and squares for a body and with uneven eyes and red smiles. But it was warm and he knew that you spent a lot of time on the drawing. Thanking you he noticed that you didn't draw yourself on the drawing and when he asked you you just awkwardly looked away.

Unable to ignore this, that day when the two of you got back to the residence he sat you down in the living room on the table with crayons and color pencils. Giving you a blank paper he told you to draw on it and that was your homework from him. You were reluctant at first but you did what he said and when you were done he took the drawing inspecting it. It felt almost like a test when he finally nodded at your work but it took you by surprise when he started cutting around your drawing.

So when you saw him gluing the picture of you and pasting it right in the middle of your drawing of him and his brothers, you didn't know how to react. But that day you were in his arms as you cried on his shoulders. You don't know why you cried, but that day was the day Zhongli finally thought of you as family.

It is still hanging on the fridge.

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Diluc

Has his own wine company | Age: 28

Second oldest, he lives outside the residence in his own house. He would occasionally visit, home. But he isn't really the closest to his siblings compared to the other brothers. He was probably the last to know that you moved in… by bumping into you in a corner of the corridor.

Why was a small girl here, how did she come in… Diluc was sure that Chongyun and Bennett are both middle school students and not kindergarten students that they would bring a small kid like you as a friend… He would not put it past some of his siblings to joke about getting or even stealing a sister but never in a million years did he think that they would actually do it!

When he found out who you were, he was furious as to why he was never told about the fact that you are his mother's fiances daughter and that you now live here!! He glared at Kaeya who Zhongli asked to tell him and comfortably forgot.

He didn't like that you now live here, taking the room that was also once his as he moved out around 3 years ago which is fine… but like why did your father decide it was the best idea to leave you with them who were practically strangers? He didn't like the situation but you misunderstood and thought he hated you. (Kaeya later told you that he didn't hate you and that you don't have to return the room to him.)

He didn't really think that he would interact with you much after all he didn't live in the mansion, and that was the case for months till Zhongli called him asking him if he was free to pick you up from the kindergarten on the way as Diluc had to grab some things from the house. He wasn't sure at first but reluctantly searched your kindergarten up on his phone’s map.

After awkwardly talking to the teachers of your school, you finally hopped into his car… silent. Diluc found it a bit awkward so he started asking questions (mostly about your father), but you would only answer with one word and grunts. He glanced at you and finally saw your rather gloomy face, he sighed and parked his car.

Diluc asked what was the matter but he didn't get a proper reply, mostly you just avoiding his eyes. When he asked did something happened at school you shook your head, but hesitantly took out a piece of paper and showed it to him. Reading he finally understood what was going on.

The paper was about a parent-teacher’s meeting and if he was not mistaken which he rarely is, your father and his mother are in another country on a date or something. When he asked you when your father was coming back home, you told him that it was after a month. He looked at the schedule and noticed it was next week.

He didn't say much after that, he took you home and such but he didn't give you back the paper only to suddenly tell you that he would be the one attending this and that you don't really have to tell Zhongli and that he would. But really it was a huge surprise to you when you saw him the next week wearing a suit as he talked to the teacher.

Other kids asked if he was your dad as they have never seen your dad ever, even the teacher in the next class asked you if he was your dad.

“Please don't worry, her father isn't available right so I am the one replacing him for the parent teacher’s meeting.”

Diluc didn't know why he was so inclined to go to this meeting for you, but seeing you so sad that your father could not come to the meeting he impulsive decided that he would be the one who would go. The smile that you gave him when the two of you went to get ice cream made all his coming regrets leave him.

He would start to take candy anywhere with him, and when he sees you he would place candy on your hands after a short talk. Kaeya would tease him for it as he was one of the few brothers who vehemently refused you moving to the teyvat residence.

Which he choose to ignore.

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Kaeya

Adopted son, Famous Model | Age: 28

Kaeya was abandoned at a young age by his father and was later adopted into the family. Watching you he understood your hesitation and the hopeful look that you had in your eyes about the prospect of having a family. When he found out that his mother was dating he did a bit of background research on your dad to see what the man was like. He found out that he had a daughter you.

After a few questions he asked his mom, he found out how you lived. While you had most things, it wasn't hard for him to guess that you didn't really have the best father and daughter relationship with your dad. Too apart, disconnected, envious of others yet unable to do anything, you were a family yet at the same time apart. So when it was his turn to greet you he smiled kindly, with a little mischievous in his eyes as you looked at him curiously yet shy.

“Hello, my name is Kaeya. It is nice to meet you, my future little sister.”

It was a surprise to many when Kaeya took his time to talk to you, not that he did anything weird he always took care of his little siblings when he could and it wasn't like he was bad with kids! Yet his brother would always look at him in shock when they saw you and him chatting, when you are so awkward and shy around the other brothers but looked completely comfortable with him. They were bound to think that something was wrong!!!

When Ayato and Childe glare at him, he would just grin at them teasing them that he was one of the few that got close to you than them first. There were a few times he held you in his arms, as you looked sleepy taking you to your room as Venti whines that he could also do that, why do you have to be more comfortable with him?! Kaeya always listens to you, he was always kind but not pushy. He would tease you often but never too far.

There was one time when you finished school did Kaeya picked you up as all your siblings were busy. He had a modeling appointment that day, so instead of going back home you and he headed to his work. The people all cooed at you, surprised as they teased Kaeya on the fact that he never told him that he has such a cute sister.

That day there was a surprise model shoot where Kaeya and you modeled together. It did go on the magazines or anything but Kaeya was able to get copies of it to flaunt to his siblings.

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Albedo

Scientist | Age: 27

Albedo didn't give a huge reaction, as if he didn't care... almost. Sure he was glad that his old mother has gotten married again and would not be alone once again but what he thinks of you coming to the house... nothing really. Too focused on his research and all to dislike or like the idea and all.

Albedo wasn't there when you first arrived at the residence, meeting you at the kitchen late at night

The first thing that went through his mind right then was that you were less troublesome than his senior coworker Alice's daughter, Klee. As he hands you a glass of water that you where struggling to get as the cups were too high for you to reach.

A mental note to make a place for cups where you could comfortably grab.

Albedo was rather good with kids, no that many of his family knew. So that one time when he found you alone in the living room he took the role of watching over you. He had time and all so it didn't really matter. Small talk leads to you asking what he does for work, science then led to him telling you many facts he knows about birds and butterflies.

Albedo didn't mind having a sister, in fact, he adored you when he could. While not as out there as say Childe and Ayato he would let you play with his art supplies and you would start going to him when you had an art homework you needed to do.

There was that one time he took you to the science lab as Rhinedottir found out that he now had a sister and had ordered him to bring you here so that she could meet you. Both Rhinedottir and Alice noticed you come into the lab holding Albedo's hand all the while looking excitedly at everything and while it is not really noticeable they did notice a tint of pride in Albedo's walk and the shine in his eyes as he teaches you what he does here.

Really it is just too cute. How he would blow the hot chocolate so that you won't burn your tongue when you drink it before giving it to you. As he watch you and Klee talk with each other, playing with dodoco which he looked at them as if to ask if it was really alright for you to play with bombs. He trusts Klee but my, it is just adorable that they could watch the usually quiet and stoic boy fret over somebody.

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Ayato

Actor | Age: 26

A rather popular actor, he is famous for the many roles that he got. Currently, he is for a series called ‘Genshin’ where a traveler lost his sibling, Ayato is working as one of the many side characters but because of how many people like him he is probably coming back.

When Ayato heard that he would be getting a sister he was delighted really. Ever since he was little he always wanted to have a little sister and kept asking his mother if he could have a little sister… but in reality was always awkward when he told his mother that he wants a sister that look just like him when she already broke up with her husband, his dad.

Ayato didn't ask anymore when he understood the situation of his family.

After he heard that his mother was going to marry again after so many failed marriages he started to lose a lot of hope in his mother’s love life.... till he heard that her fiance has a little daughter but he choose to ignore it as he has grown up and out of that phase of wanting a little sister for the longest time…. Till he heard that you were coming to stay with them…

Wait what??

Sure Ayato wants a sister and all but not like this…? You were so young he wasn't sure if it was alright to separate you from your father. Was what he thought till your father told him that it was alright and that the two of you were used to it… Ayato started to deeply dislike your father, out of everything Ayato always valued family and to see you alone, your father countries away as if you don't mind him.. looking as if you were used to it... made his blood boil.

But it wasn't his place to say anything so instead, he choose to watch over you, be that person who your father cant be and become someone who you could look up to. Ayato tried to get to know you… but…. Why are you running away from him??

After trying to talk to you multiple times Ayato found out from Zhongli that you were scared of him. Which surprised him actually, like why? Why were you scared of him, he doesn't look scary, does he? He didn't understand…

He tried to get close to you with gifts and presents even food as it seemed to work for Thoma. But you continued to avoid him when he smiles at you, almost in tears. Kaeya and Childe made so much fun of him.

One day you wanted to go to the playground, you asked Albedo if he could take you to the playground but unfortunately, he was too busy to do so. So instead Albedo asked Ayato to take you to the playground. Ayato took this as an opportunity to get close to you and said yes.

That the walk to the playground was one of the most awkward trips that he had ever had. You were quick to head to the swings when you finally got the chance. Ayato sighed as he watched you play on the swings he planned on reading a book but he was rather thirsty so when he spotted a boba shop he choose to make a quick trip there.

When he came back with two boba drinks in his hands he noticed you yelling at a group of boys. They told you that the park was theirs and that you should just scram if you didn't want to get hurt. Ayato could see your fear but you stayed where you were glaring at them, it wasn't until one of the boys suddenly choose to pull your hair did he intervene stepping right behind you as he looked at the boy who was pulling your hair and the other kids.

When the kids saw him they all froze, Ayato even noticed the “leader” peed themselves on their pants. He didn't threaten them, he said nothing horrible really but maybe it was because of his angry tone that they ran off scared... probably.

Ayato sighed suddenly feeling rather tired, till he suddenly heard a small “thank you” and saw that it was you who said it, not avoiding him but instead looking at him in the eyes.

After that, he just tried to spoil you every day. Dear! if only he had taken a video that time.

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Childe / Tartaglia

Works at a toy company | Age: 25

Childe was a son when their father married a woman for like around 5 years or something, things didn't work and it just got worst and worst that they choose to have a divorce. They wanted nothing from each other and when it came to their children they decided to she would take the oldest with her while the ex-husband would take the 3 other kids with him.

When Childe caught wind that his mother is remarrying and that her fiance has a small daughter. He was absolutely ecstatic!! A younger sister? Of course, he would love to meet her! And the fact that she might stay here is even better! He does have a blood related younger sister but his father who took his three blood related younger siblings choose to leave the country and while Childe could talk to his sibling by call or video chat in the end they are not together and it is difficult when he had to watch his sibling grow farther and farther from him it is just... disappointing.

Childe loves children, he adores his younger siblings... apart of the triplets… They make his blood boil. Thoma is cute but too mature sometimes but Childe spoils Itto, Bennett and Chongyun a lot. But in the end, they are all boys nobody was really able to fill the empty role of his young sister. Childe genuinely wanted to coo at how adorable you were when he first saw you but held himself.

“Hey, my name is Ajax but you can call me Childe! Nice to meet you, little sis.”

If he only could, he wants to grab you and go shopping, buying you everything that you were interested in and touched. Give you a pretty tiara and pinks gowns, play with you and all so to see you actively run away from him as if scared of him he started to pout.

Childe started to whine when he would see you grow close to other siblings even more than him even tho he was trying his best to get close to you unlike them! Diluc had to yell at him telling his brother that he is a grown man and that he shouldn't be mopping and whining, glaring murder at his other brothers when he sees them with you, like a child.

It is just not fair, he is willing to buy you everything! Let him play with his future little sister!! Childe pouted when he watched you interact with Zhongli for once he was jealous of the oldest brother...

It was when your little bunny's right ear ripped, and you were crying did he finally have the chance to interact with you. While you were in tears, trying your best to control your sobs Childe heard your small cries from behind your door did he worry and knocked on the door asking if you were okay.

When you told him about your pink bunny rabbit, he told you to wait, heading to his room he brought a sewing kit that he had and started sewing your bunny’s ear back. You were surprised, looking at your bunny it was a bit wonky but not bad. That was Childe’s first hug he got from you.

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Venti

University Student | Age: 20

Venti, Xiao and Kazuha are triplets. As kids, they grew up together yet much to their mother's surprise all have vastly different personalities. When Venti found out that he was gonna have a little sister he was absolutely delighted! He saw a picture of you that your father sent to his mother and cooed at adorable you looked.

He pouted when everyonde suddenly decided that they would definitely never let you near him when he is seen with a bottle of alcohol he could handle himself!

When he finally get to meet you his eyes sparkled as waved smiling cheerfully at you. When you returned his smile tho a bit hesitantly at first he just wanted to hug and tell you over and over how adorable you are.

"Hi, my name is Venti! So you are my little sister now? You are so cute, ehe~"

While he says that would take care of you often, it is not really that… often. As the boy was always out with friends till late at night partying and on the weekdays he was at university.

But when he does have the time he would teach you how to play the harp, help you do your music homework or play games with him. The two of you would pull small pranks here and there with the siblings and most of the time in the end he would be the one scolded.

One time when he came back home very late, drunk after a party. As the living rooms and the elevators are connected he wondered why the lights on the kitchen that was right beside the living room were on and headed there thinking that he would be seeing one of his brothers as he plan to annoy them or something but then he saw you.

You were placing your cup on the table when you noticed him and jump in surprised, Venti understood that you were here just to get a glass of water and was about to ask you something- He didn't remember what happened after but he woke up on the floor, with a blanket on covering him, a pillow under his head and a killer hangover.

He thought that it was one of his brothers that gave him the blanket and while thankful was quick to forget about it as this wasn't really the first time. So whenever he would come back home the next few days drunk and wake up with a blanket around him the next day. He always thought that it was his brother placing a blanket around him till Kazuha told him that, no it ain't that.

It was you who kept on covering him with a blanket, somedays Kazuha would find you waiting for Venti, when you notice that he hasn't come home. The next moment Venti was right next to you and basically asked you if what Kazuha is true which you nodded, wondering why he was asking as if him being drunk was normal or something…

Venti swore that day never to drink to the point that he would come home and end up sleeping on the floor. But he also started to try and put more effort to spending time with you.

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Xiao

University student | Age: 20

Xiao when he first found out that you would be coming to the teyvat residence absolutely hated it. He is too busy and a child in the house noisy as most of them are would only be annoying for him really. But he had no choice really not when most of his brothers were okay with it and his mother asked him with puppy dog eyes.

Xiao narrowed his eye at you, when he noticed you staring at his tattoos when he finally reached home after school, Venti went somewhere with his friends probably to a party while Kazuha choose to disappear for a while now. Not that he cares, it has nothing to do with him.

You flinched at his glare and looked down intimidated by his gaze, and Xiao decided to play his video games in his room instead of the living room big tv.

"Hmph."

It was a surprise to everyone when Xiao was the first brother you actually grew close with and bonded with. Childe and Ayato both were shocked when they realized this and since it was not like they could really do anything about it they became super passive-aggressive towards Xiao.

You would also be surprised if you didn't forget how scary his glare was when you first meet him. But unlike the other brothers, he was at home pretty much most of the time apart from university. Zhongli would always ask him to look after you and since Xiao had always had so much respect for his older brother he had no choice but to follow.

At first, you were given a cold shoulder as he tells you to head to the living room since he can't trust you not to break anything in his room, he would play a game on his phone or console in the living room while you would do something else.

But it was thought time did the two of you got close. One day he noticed that you were bored and in a roundabout way offered to play a game with him as he had nothing to do back then too, finding no interest in most of his regular games that day. You guys played multiple games together that day. Zhongli took many pictures of the two of you together both focused on the game you were playing at that time.

At one point he let you in his room to show you the games and all he had around. The two of you grew close and he would often give you head pats as a sign of care while acting tough and a little mean even tho know you know that Xiao actually cared about you, he would always go out of his way to help you while playing off as if he didn't want to do so. Be it grabbing a cup from the shelf you cant reach, teaching you your homework when you were confused or unsure of what to do.

Xiao would deny it whenever asked if he helped with something.

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Kazuha

University Student | Age: 20

Kazuha just smiled at you when you finally arrived, he didn't express any dislike maybe a bit of concern at first when he found out that your father would just leave you with them and go on to have an early honeymoon with their mother disguised as a business work.

but in the end, he didn't care as much as others.

When Kazuha first meet you was when you were trying to help Thoma clean the garden in front of the mansion. He was resting on a bench as he played with a leaf with his fingers when you looked at him curiously. Kazuha smiled at you suddenly and when he got your attention he started to play a small tune with the leaf he was holding.

He wanted to smile but couldn't when he heard a gasp and then small pit pats of steps growing closer and closer. You were quiet as you watch him in awe of how he made sounds with a leaf only when he was done did you speak telling him that was so cool and how did he do that?

“Well, that is a secret. You must be ____… I am Kazuha.”

When you found out that he was your brother, you were surprised. But maybe because of the leaf tune that he made when you two first meet he won a few points as, unlike other brothers you weren't really awkward around him. Sometimes you would bring a leaf when you see him hold a leaf in his hand as if you were going to sneakingly copy him or something. It is cute really and Kazuha was more amused than annoyed by everything.

You and he would meet up in the garden when you had the time or weren't already hanging with another brother. It wasn't really decided that you would meet him at around this time or where to meet but since you always see him in the garden at a certain time you would always try to follow it.

It was nice to have a company, unknowingly as time went on Kazuha had grown used to seeing you right beside him sometimes watching him. He was delighted when you finally made a sound with the leaf that sounded more like a PIII- than anything bit it was progress. Kazuha thought that he would be able to spend more time with you when the summer vacation starts… So imagine his surprise when he heard that you were sleeping all morning almost every day when summer vacation finally started, what he thought was the time he would spend with his little sister.

You guys don't talk often outside the garden but when he asked why you were waking up so later and when you vaguely respond that you were waiting for someone and that you didn't want them to get cold he connected the dots when Venti suddenly whined about his hangover.

Kazuha then just smiles at you and told you that nobody is going to be sleeping on the floor tonight and even after you should sleep early tonight and not sneak out past your bedtime.

You hesitantly nodded…

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Thoma

Highschool student | Age: 18

When Thoma heard that he might get a younger sister soon and that she was coming to live in the teyvat residence, instead of excited he was a bit worried. Worried about how others would react to meeting you, would they scare you away or will you cry since you were in a new place and outside your comfort zone and with some of his brothers right in front of your face.

His worries were proven true when he saw the excitement in his older brother Childe, Venti and his younger brother Itto, how they keep on saying that they would be the best brothers! Thoma looked at Ayato who was chuckling aright beside him as if this wasn't a problem at all, but when he saw his brother Ayato’s eye, Thoma knew there would be competition…

Thoma wasn't really able to talk to you the first time when he saw you in the living room with your dad as your father talked with the others. As he had to calm Itto down before the teen could charge into the group and probably scoop you in his arms. It was only later when you were exploring the kitchen did you meet Thoma who looked at you surprised but ended up smiling at you asking if you want to eat anything.

“Hey my name is Thoma, I am one of your brothers. Uhhh, want anything to eat?”

You quietly ate the Dango that Thoma gave you that day, and was later found by your father and Thoma’s mom who laughed as they asked if you already bonded with one of the brothers. After that when you started living in the residence it was always to Thoma did you go for snacks, as if silently labeling him as the snack keeper.

You weren't necessarily close with Thoma at first as you were with Xiao, but Thoma absolutely loves to watch you eat the food he prepared or made. Your chubby cheeks as you chew on the cake or whatever dessert or sweet he brought that day. It is a secret from the other brother but Thoma probably is the one who poked your cheeks the most, which is a surprise considering that Childe also pokes your cheeks often and surprisingly Diluc too.

Maybe because of that, you started to grow close with him too faster than other siblings Thoma is the one who you would unconsciously look for when Xiao isn't there. Maybe because of how he was always in the living room watching him clean, while you eat the fruits that he cut for you or you attempt to try and help him.

Or maybe it was that time when you actually got so sick, a high fever you stayed in bed as you unconsciously called your dad. Thoma was the one who looked after you, changing your towel when needed, giving you medicine on time and just staying right beside you watching over you.

The other brothers would have helped but it seems that day all of them apart from Thoma were all very busy and unable to cancel their appointments when they heard that you were really sick. Thoma stayed by you telling you that it was okay and that he will be by your side and when you ask if you will be alone he told you, you will never be alone.

The next day it was Thoma with the high fever.

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Itto

Highschool student | Age: 17

Aside from Childe and Ayato, Itto's reaction to having a baby sister was just as big. Jumping up and down asking Zhongli when he would get to meet her. Zhongli told him it won't be after a month or two depending on your father and everyday Itto would nag the oldest brother in the family asking him when you would come to visit family and when he could see you.

Although he has two brothers younger than him Itto always dreamed of having an even younger sibling where he could act like his older siblings where they could look for him when they need help and care. And sure he helps his two younger brothers but he wishes that he has a sibling where he could carry them on his shoulders and show them how awesome he is! Chongyun and Bennett do look up to him but Itto still wants a younger sibling where he could read storybooks too and carry them with one arm just as how his older siblings has done for him when he was a kid.

So when he finally saw you Itto almost threw himself at you if not for the fact that Thoma was holding him back telling Itto that he might scare you.

"You may call the Awesome Me, Big brother Itto!"

Itto at first tried to get close to you, but maybe because of how pushy he was you started to actively avoid him that he became almost like a sad puppy as he watched you interact with Albedo, Kaeya and even Xiao just fine. He wanted to be that awesome brother too!!

So when you saw him almost mopping around as Kaeya told you that he is surprised that Itto was like this as he never saw the boy this sad before you knew it was your fault.

So "carefully" you approached him, and Itto could not be anymore happier! Following what Thoma said he tried his best not to scare you away, which most of the time failed really badly. But the more you got used to Itto's personality the more you open up in the end, so it didn't hugely matter. Just Itto being Itto

Itto would go around almost yelling at his school how he got the best younger sister in the whole wide world. And would flaunt all the pictures the two of you had taken together. One time when Zhongli took you to Itto’s school to pick him up, Itto yelled when he saw you. Grabbing you and placing you on his shoulders he ran back to his school yelling that his little sister is here and how you are so adorable. See! See!! He has the best sister!!

From the beginning, he is the one who always yelled out loudly that you were his sister and that you and he were family! When you felt so lonely there was a high chance he could be in a corner just waiting to scare you by saying family or little sis! Always telling you that you belong to the family even tho your father and their mother weren't even married yet. It made it easier for you to open up, otherwise, it would probably take even more time for you to come out of your shell.

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Chongyun

Middle school student | Age: 14

Chongyun thought you were a ghost the first time he meet you, late at night when you were looking for something to eat when it was difficult to leave your room as you were still shy back then. Chongyun had heard that a little girl moved to the residence, he didn't have time to meet you as he was busy with studies and training martial arts.

So in a dark living room, the only light coming from the fridge is kind of freaky most children would think. Chongyun spotted you, almost glowing from the light of the fridge and screamed. He didn't know what he was thinking when he moved to hit you thinking that he must exorcise you, he wasn't thinking and moved on instinct thinking that if he hit you once you would be gone.

The poor boy was topped by Albedo, who was watching over you that day as he was worried that you didn't eat much that day. He didn't want to scare you by appearing so suddenly in this dark place so he hid, only to have to come out of his hiding when he saw Chongyun about to hit you.

He woke up the whole building, all the brothers woke up when they heard Chongyun’s shout (Thinking that Chongyun was probably seeing things as it wasn't the first time) and bolted out of their rooms when they heard the cries of a small girl. DID CHONGYUN HIT YOU?? The boy was furiously apologizing to you as you cling to Zhongli’s arms, frightened and crying.

After that you avoided him, whenever you see him you would retreat to your room which broke the small kid's heart really, some of his brothers chuckled the first time but grew to pity their little brother when it became constant.

Chongyun tried to talk to you at dinner, but half of the time you ignored him or just hesitantly answered him avoiding eye contact. At this point, Kaeya stepped in and took you to another room and explained the misunderstanding, while Zhongli and the other brothers did try to explain they didn't do exactly well and still left the awkwardness in the air.

Kaeya told you that Chongyun was really sorry and that it was all a misunderstanding, the man added a small joker two telling you that even he would be scared of the fridge ghost. You laughed and finally listened, planning on giving Chongyun another chance. So when you opened your door, in front of you was Chongyun holding two popsicles in his hands.

“Ummm… I wanted to give you a popsicle… Do you… want one?”

After that the two of you started talking again, it was awkward at first but Chongyun felt a bit of pride when he showed you all the gymnastics he could do, he had to be careful not to show you too much fighting worried that you might be scared again but the giggles and wows that he got from you when he does a handstand or something similar fills him with pride.

He didn't remember what he thought when he heard that you will be living here at the teyvat residence. He probably didn't care much, but not that you are here and will become his little sister he didn't mind and really like it and when you ask if you could do the same as him he promised you that he would teach you how to do it.

Of course with another brother present and a lot of soft mats if case you get hurt while you try to jump… Chongyun might have become a wee bit protective

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Bennett

Middle school student | Age: 14

When Bennett heard that he was gonna get a little sister when his mother is going to remarry, Bennet grew excited. He wasn't as loud with it as Itto and Childe, but he was skipping when he went back to his room… not before tripping on a wire cable. Bennet was actually adopted into the family similar like Kaeya as his parents died in a car crash. Their friend then took pity on Bennett and adopted him, so here he was now.

Even with Kaeya, Bennett occasionally felt outcasted from the family so to him when you join the family he felt he won't be alone anymore!- Not that he wants to outcast you from his family, no! He wants to be the one who welcomes you, be beside you like what Kaeya had done for him and this time become a big brother after always being the younger brother! Arge it is hard to explain- but Bennett is definitely happy!!

Bennett's second meeting with you was when he saw you in the living room alone, he wanted to greet you, and halfway to his hello he tripped again on wires and fell on his face. He didn't break anything but he got a small cut on his face from somewhere he wasn't sure.

You looked at him in worry your shyness gone out of concern for him as you run towards him asking Bennett if he was alright? He told you he was alright but you suddenly stood up and ran to your room before he could say anything else and came back with a pink bandaid with bunnies on it, sticking it on his face. All the boy could do was grin and thank you for it.

It wasn't on purpose, really that he started tripping on wire or anything really right in front of you. He wished he didn't show you such an uncool side of him but what happened happened and it is not like he could really do anything about it.

His brothers teased him about how many bandaids he had that was pink and bunny design. But it was cute and instead of him being a big bro you became a nagging and watchful little sis that constantly worried about him and later he would get a kiss from your pink bunny doll on top of the bandaid while you started to sing for the pain to go away.

So imagine his surprise when Ayato called him to pick you up from the kindergarten as he suddenly had work that day only to see you being picked up by the other kids in the kindergarten the teacher was nowhere in sight. He heard them say that you were motherless and that your father would leave soon after and that he didn't want you since he always outside the country, away from you. They said mean things over and over and over... that you don't have a family...

You started to cry when one of the kids try to take your rabbit doll away did Bennett scream at them to leave you alone. Seeing a boy older than them the kids got scared and ran away just not before pushing you to the floor. He picked you up as you cried in your arms telling him what they said was right and that you were alone.

He hugged you tight, telling you that it was alright and the bullies were gone he told you that you had a family and that it was with him your brother! and also that your other brothers were all waiting for you at home, that your family is waiting for you at home.

When you finally collected yourself you told him that you and him weren't family and that this was different. But Bennett stopped you with a smile as he placed a bandaid on your nose where there was a small cut there.

"You are family! It doesn't matter if we are not blood-related or if our parents have yet to marry. I think of you as family and brothers all of them all think of you as family and nothing could change that!"

Some things to take note of I guess (or just notes of things I was thinking when I was writing this)

♡ Reader's father should be around his late 40s (early 40s when the reader was born.) While your mother was in her 30s when she gave birth to the reader. They always wanted to have a kid but it never really happened so the reader was a happy surprise that time.

♡ Reader's soon to be stepmother married multiple times excluding your father she married a total of 3 times.

♡ Her first husband she had Zhongli, Diluc, Albedo and Ayato till they got separated. Childe was with her second husband she had another 3 kids with him but he took them when they separated, while with her third husband she gave birth to the triplets Venti, Xiao and Kazuha then Thoma, Itto and Chongyun. Kaeya and Bennett being adopted.

♡ She should be around her 50s right now

♡ Readers father's job had something to do with being a traveler, so that is kinda why he would go out often while his fiance and reader's soon to be step mother is a rich lady with her own business and all but sold it when she choose to retire early. She met your father when the two of them were in a foreign country. And they somehow clicked.

♡ There is a chance where you/reader got close with Kaeya, Albedo, Thoma and Xiao first, and Ayato and Childe absolutely hate it. (Kaeya and Albedo because in canon they took care of Klee and for Xiao’s reason is a bit more elaborate; the reader here has always been alone so brothers like Childe and Itto can be overwhelming for her Xiao is just the opposite which would be nice after the sudden change of atmosphere. Thoma... is obvious.. and not because I adore this boy too much..)

♡ It is kinda hinted that the reader knows a drunkard before coming to the teyvat residence on Venti's part. Reader's father asked many of his relatives to take care of you and while not written here close friends too. Use that info as you wish.

Note: This was not supposed to be this long..... like I was probably thinking around....2k words...? but things keep adding and adding and this happened and now this is the longest post I ever made~

Some characters had more text than others, I know that but I didn't want to spend even more time on this than what I have done already. I hope you understand.

But all in all, I am happy with how it turned out and I hope you like it! comment or reblog this if you do!! I really love reading your thoughts!

Other than that.... it is almost 3 am I thought I would be done with this 3 hours ago, soooooo~ good night guys and have a nice day/night~ zzzzzzz

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Annotated Books & Sleek Hardcovers | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: Everything told them to be apart, but they said fuck the world.

Inspiration: Click

People would describe the younger Lupin sibling as warm and bright. She shined like the sun and was warm like a sunny summer day. She was the breeze on a warm summer day and the sun on a chilly autumn morning. She was worn books with annotations in the margins, highlighting, and scribbles. She was dependable, sweet, kind, and loving.

Dependable like a best friend. Sweet like Honeydukes chocolate. Kind of like a puppy dog who had been just adopted and as lovable as soft blankets. Her brother was no different. He oozed shyness, charisma, and intelligence. His tousled sandy hair and gleaming green eyes made everyone bend to his will. He didn’t even know that he was doing it.

But by fifth year, Remus Lupin had come out as gay. A month later, Sirius Black was on top of the Gryffindor table with a blushing Remus announcing their relationship. Remus had given his sister a sheepish look as he sat back down. Y/n had just kissed his cheek and smiled.

Y/n and Regulus had been sitting beside each other when Sirius had taken the Great Hall by storm. Instinctively, Regulus tightened his grip on her hand, and Y/n allowed her thumb to run along his. She watched as his shoulders relaxed a prominent amount.

“Well,” Regulus whispered, “I wasn’t expecting that. Did you know?”

Y/n shook her head, “No, but I’m happy for them. Are you?”

“I ‘spose.” Regulus shrugged, “When do you think they’ll find out about us?”

“Remus is a bit oblivious.” Y/n replied, “Sirius doesn’t really turn his head in your direction.”

Regulus looked down at his lap, “So if anything, we’ll have to tell them.”

“Do you think,” His voice was lower than a whisper, “That he’ll ever be my brother again?”

“I do.” Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, “Siblings have a special bond.”

“I hope you’re right.”

She snorted, “I’m always right.”

At that, he cracked a smile.

Maybe it was her warmth that melted the ice surrounding Regulus’ heart. The icy, cold, Regulus Black. It wasn’t like they were hiding their relationship, but people were terrified to talk about it. They didn’t want to face the wrath of the young Black brother.

Regulus was described as the dark, cold winter nights people despised. The winter nights that were so low in temperature that even staying inside with the heat on, blankets on, and layers of clothes couldn’t warm. He was sleek, hardcover books and soggy leaves in the fall that left you disappointed when the satisfying crunch didn’t echo through your ears.

Regulus Black was everything but warm. He was your least favorite color. Your least favorite food. He was everything you hated. Perhaps it was Y/n’s sweetness that brought some of the crunchiness back to his leaf, the pen to his book, and the folded pages.

They were star-crossed lovers. Everything in the universe was trying to keep them apart from the colors of their robes and the clashing of their personalities. Regulus was the dry autumn and brash winter. Y/n was the prospering spring and hopeful summer. Perhaps they were the best of both worlds, and that’s why they worked together so well.

It wasn’t until their sixth year when their relationship had become the talk of the school. Regulus had begun wearing long sleeves even in the hot months, and people grew suspicious. Only he and she knew what laid beneath that crisp white button-up. Beneath the cold ice he kept around his heart.

Y/n looked around Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for her raven-haired boyfriend as Remus joined his friends on the train. When she did find him, it wasn’t pleasant. Walburga had been fussing with his sleeve, making sure it stayed down, and she had slapped the back of his head for slouching over. Regulus had rolled his shoulders to stand up straight. Orion didn’t look impressed, and Walburga murmured something along the lines of, “Good enough.”

“Now, what do we say, Regulus?”

Regulus caught Y/n’s eyes for just a split second, and he looked away hastily, “Toujours Pur.”

“Good.” Walburga stated, “Now go.”

He nodded and began walking toward Y/n’s general direction. Regulus took her hand in his directing her on another path, “Meet at our usual compartment.”

Y/n gave him a smile in response as she walked away. It left Regulus with a pink hue coating his usually pale skin. His stomach fluttered, and his heart palpitated. They entered the train on opposite sides and met in the middle at their compartment. She was already sitting down when he plopped down beside her. His head was leaning on her shoulder.

“Missed you.” Regulus slurred, sleep evident in his tone, “Wish I could’ve escaped.”

“I missed you too, Reggie.” Y/n took his left hand in hers, “But I know that we have a lot to talk about.”

He tensed, “I suppose we do.”

“Things like what’s on your left forearm?”

“Y/n, please-“

“I’m not mad.”

“But you’re disappointed.”

Her light laugh confused him, “I’m not either, actually.”

Regulus lifted his head to look at her, “You aren’t?”

“I just want to know what you plan on doing with that mark.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Regulus stated, slumping down again, “I have to serve him.”

Y/n hesitated, “You have choices.”

“What are they?”

“Be a spy.”

“A spy?” Regulus queried incredulously, “Are you serious?”

A silly smile graced her features, “Actually. Forget I asked that. Are you daft?”

“No.” Y/n replied, “I’m actually top of our class, so.”

“If he finds out I’m a spy. Then I’d be killed, Y/n.” Regulus said softly, “It’d be different if I didn’t care about anyone. If I had nothing to lose, but I do, and I don’t want to lose a chance at a future with you because of it.”

Y/n took his face into her hands, “You can’t do this. You can’t work for him. You’ll kill yourself slowly anyway.”

“I don’t have a choice.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, “This was bound to happen. This was my fate.”

“Who gives a shit about fate.” Y/n chuckled tearfully, “Professor Trelawney always said that you could change fate.”

Regulus cracked a tiny smile, “You would pay attention in Divination, wouldn’t you.”

“Someone’s gotta give Sirius the notes.”

“Sirius… I didn’t even think about-“ Regulus stopped, “He’s- He’s gonna hate me.”

“Hey, Regulus, look at me.” His breathing sped up, and his hands began to tremble, “Sirius isn’t going to hate you.”

He shook his head, “No, he’s- he’s gonna- I’m gonna-“

Y/n wrapped her arms around him. Regulus nosed at the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet perfume. The fragrance smelt of crisp apples mixed along with her scent of caramel, chocolate, and marshmallow. It gave him something to focus on, and with his muddled mind, Regulus fell asleep.

Regulus was still asleep three hours later when Sirius came barging into the compartment stopping in his tracks. Y/n brought her index finger to her lips, ordering him to be quiet. Sirius shut the door and sat in front of them. Regulus’ face was out of view from his older brother's. His nose was nuzzled in Y/n’s neck, and his hair hid his face.

“So,” Sirius began quietly, the atmosphere had never been so thick, “How long?”

“Fourth year.” Y/n thought Sirius’ eyes were going to bulge out of his head.

“But you- and him- you don’t-“

“Don’t belong together?”

Sirius nodded, “Who are you to say? Technically I could say the same about you and my brother.”

“Fair point.” Sirius muttered.

It was quiet again, and all that was heard was the slashing of rain on the window of the train, “How- How is he?” Sirius’ voice had never been so quiet before.

“He’ll be okay.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

Before Y/n could respond, Regulus began to tremble again. He was trying to dig his nose deeper into her neck and reaching desperately for something to hold onto. Y/n allowed his hand to grasp hers tightly. His trembling subsided, and Y/n gently kissed the crown of his head, allowing him to relax finally.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“I never-“ Sirius looked shocked, “I could never calm his nightmares….”

Y/n gave him a soft smile, “Perhaps it’s a Lupin talent.”

“Perhaps.” Sirius replied, “But, is he okay?”

“He will be.”

“What does that mean?” Sirius questioned loudly, and Y/n hushed him, “They didn’t- did they?”

She nodded solemnly, “We’re gonna- We’re gonna work through it together.”

Sirius could see her swallowing the lump in her throat. Sirius could see the dullness in her eyes, the same dull that Remus’ eyes got after the full moon. Sirius could always read Remus through his eyes. They were a tell-tale of his emotions. It seemed that he could do the same with Y/n. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, untold trauma, and unspoken words.

“Take care of him, yeah?” Sirius requested quietly as he stood up to leave the compartment.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

He closed the sliding door quietly. It was a quiet walk back to his own compartment with the Marauders. The task of getting the summer homework to copy turned into an entirely new adventure. Sirius opened the door to his compartment to find James and Peter talking animately. Remus sat with his head against the glass and head in a book. He had some muggle markers beside him that Sirius liked to draw with.

Sirius slumped beside Remus putting space between them. That was the first tell. The second tell was that Sirius didn’t speak, and he stared out to the train's hallway. Remus closed his book, placing it back beside him, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and hot in Sirius’ ear.

“Nothing.” Sirius replied, still not looking into Remus’ eyes, “Your sister was no help. Said I needed to do the homework on my own. Said I was a tosser for not doing it.”

Remus snorted and nuzzled his nose into Sirius’ cheek, “Well, perhaps I ought to tell her that’s not how she should speak to my boyfriend.”

“No.” Sirius hated how distant he sounded, “She’s got other things to worry about.”

The lycanthrope furrowed his eyebrows, “Like what?”

“Like you.” Sirius lied like it was nothing, “Who do you think puts hot cocoa and Honeydukes chocolate at your bedside after the full?”

“Then I should give her a sister of the year award.” Remus corrected, and Sirius nodded, “Perhaps you should.”

If only I could get a best brother award, Sirius thought. It was selfish. He knew that. It was wrong to envy Y/n and Remus’ relationship. Unfit to be jealous of his brothers relationship, but he couldn’t help it. Sirius wanted to be the one to chase all of Regulus’ demons away. Sirius wanted to hold him during every thunderstorm as he used to as children. Sirius should be happy for Regulus even if it weren’t because of him.

It took a month before Remus was storming into the common room and yelled insanities at his sister. Remus wasn’t thinking, words fell from his mouth so carelessly, and the entire common room stared as Remus had his sister pushed against a wall, hands holding her up from the collar on her shirt, seething at her.

“You must be one of the stupidest people I’ve ever met.” Remus seethed, and Y/n flinched, “You must be fucking insane.”

Sirius could do nothing but stare, “Maybe I should’ve disowned you as my sister the minute I saw you hanging out with him.”

Tears ebbed at Y/n’s eyes, “But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I trusted you, and you betrayed me.”

James couldn’t tell what was worse, the fact that Remus was so calm and his voice was so low or when Remus yelled, “You were my everything. My sister, my partner in crime, my other half, and you fucking destroyed it.”

“Mate, stop.” James tried to interject, but Remus just shoved her against the wall harder, and streaks of silver appeared on her cheeks.

“Wonder what dad would do if he found out.” Remus taunted, and Y/n shook her head, “You know how much dad despises them.”

Y/n choked, “Remus-“

“Don’t.” He snarled, “My name isn’t allowed to fall from your mouth. Fucking traitor.”

Sirius had enough, “Remus, stop. That’s enough.”

Remus whirled around, Y/n sliding to the floor, knees to her chest, “Who are you talk? You did the same thing back in fifth year.”

“I’m not your bloody sister.” Sirius snapped, “She’s been there with you through everything. Maybe if you let her explain, then you could understand.”

Remus pointed at her and looked at Sirius with fire in his eyes, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.”

Sirius could remember the exact same words falling from his mouth only a year earlier, and it crushed him. Y/n was sobbing, and her knees were pulled tightly under her chin. James was trying to console her, but it wasn’t working as Remus and Sirius went toe to toe. Y/n didn’t deserve this for loving who she loved.

Remus scoffed when Sirius wouldn’t back down and stormed up to the boy's dormitory. Sirius knelt before her and lifted her head from her lap. His thumbs wiped away the tears, and he took her into his arms. So much built-up pain, built-up trauma, built-up lies. She was finally crumbling like a tower on an unsteady foundation. Y/n was a one-hundred-story tower that was collapsing from the bottom up.

Debris falling everywhere and soot clouding the atmosphere. He could see the smog slipping in her mind, clouding up her judgment and thoughts. Sirius could see the debris cluttering and scraping away at her heart. With every scrap and every tear, her heart began to give out. It felt like being crushed in an elevator, with no room to breathe and no room for moving. She was stuck, and that was it.

Y/n couldn’t remember much after feeling Sirius’ lips on the top of her head. But she woke up on the plush of the common room couch. The rough maroon fabric was felt beneath her fingertips. Beside her was a boy in an armchair. He was curled up, and a black fleece blanket covered his body from the coldness of the Gryffindor common room.

Beside her was a glass of water and a note. She picked up the water and allowed it to glide down her throat, soothing the ache from her earlier crying. Her nose still felt stuffy, and she willed herself to sniffle quietly, trying not to wake the boy beside her. The parchment was ripped at the edges and was written in beautiful calligraphy.

"Il y a toujours des ténèbres avant que la lumière brille."

She folded the note and placed it back on the side table with the empty glass. The fire had gone out fully in the common room, allowing the temperature in the room to fall. It was cold, dry, and dark. Y/n had never seen the common room so dark. Not a candle was lit, and no light was shining from the windows. Just the slightest bit of moonlight. Gently she stood up and reached for the boy's hand in the armchair.

“Reggie.” Her voice was smooth and soft, “Reg.”

He stirred and opened his eyes to meet his girlfriend's warm ones. Sirius had rushed to the Slytherin common room despite all prejudice. Some of the Slytherins spat at him when he asked for the password. It took ten people before Regulus finally answered to the incessant knocking. He was shocked to be met with his older brother.

There Sirius had told him what happened, how Remus had shoved his sister against the wall accusing her of betraying him for dating him. Regulus felt ashamed. He didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t get to be civil with each other. Sirius even uttered the exact words Remus had, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.” Regulus had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying anything.

People stared at the younger Black brother as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. The Gryffindor’s glared, spat, and insulted, but he didn’t care. He found his girlfriend lying on the couch with a thick red blanket surrounding her. Sirius had claimed that Marlene had brought it for her, and Sirius had been the one to move her to the couch. Regulus saw the dried tear stains, the swollen eyes, and the bruised lip.

“It wasn’t pretty.” Sirius had muttered, “Remus isn’t one to hold back.”

Regulus smoothed her hair back, “This is because of me….”

“Reg, no.” Sirius had replied, “Remus will come around. He just doesn’t know how to digest this.”

The common room was silent, and Regulus just held her hand. His thumb stroked the back of her hand softly. Sirius watched as Regulus went through a wave of emotions. He was hurt, confused, concerned, and terrified. It was like watching the seasons go by. Watching everything welt, die, grow back and prosper just to repeat the cycle. It was like watching a new book turn into an old one as the ink was embedded onto the pages, the papers getting folded, tabs being placed, and the spine being cracked.

Regulus appeared to be a sleek hardcover book, but she was his person. She turned him into a used paperback. One with highlighting, tabs, folded pages, a cracked spine, and a loved cover. His heart beat for her. She was the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he ate, the reason he got good marks. She was his reason.

“I tried talking sense into him.” Sirius confessed quietly, “He just brought up the incident in fifth year.”

Regulus closed his eyes tightly and tried to withhold his tears, “Maybe I should talk to him.”

“No.” Sirius said sternly, “You’ll be asking for death.”

“What do I do, Sirius?”

His blue-grey eyes were glittering with desperation, “Nothing… Take care of her.”

With that, Sirius left a kiss on his younger brother's head and left the common room, retreating to the dormitory. Regulus sighed and placed his forehead on the back of her hand. Tears slipped from his eyes and onto the material of the couch. Everyone was gone at that point. The common room wholly cleared and the fire slowly decaying in the fireplace as Regulus Black finally allowed himself to break.

He woke up on an armchair with a soft thick black blanket covering his limbs. Red rimmed e/c eyes met his blue-grey ones, and he felt a wave of relief. Y/n reached her hand out, and Regulus took it, keeping the blanket around his shoulders as she brought him to her dormitory. The girls were sleeping, and Y/n sat down on her bed, Regulus doing the same. She drew the curtains and muttered a silencing spell.

Regulus laid with his head on her pillow, pulling her to lay on his chest. He wrapped the fuzzy black blanket around them. Y/n nuzzled into his side, and he placed a kiss on the top of her head. They didn’t need to exchange words for expressing how they felt. They knew how the other felt. There was no need on elaborating. She fell asleep not too long after, and Regulus laid awake trying of solutions.

Even when the sun broke the horizon, Regulus still had nothing.

They continued the year like this. Remus and Y/n didn’t speak at all anymore. Remus went as far as to change his schedule and ignore the sweets left on his bedside after the full moons. Sirius would pretend it came from him, but Remus still would budge. He would chuck the chocolate in the trash even though he knew that Y/n barely had money in the first place to buy it. He’d dump the hot chocolate in the waste bin and smash the mug to get out any frustration.

Sirius thought that the worst part was Remus never grieved for his sister. He never saw Remus cry or get upset about what he did. It was like Remus had no remorse for what he did. Sirius had grieved. He had sobbed in the midst of twilight with shit silencing charms. Sirius had wailed and clutched his blanket close to his chest, hoping it would soothe the aching of his heart.

When they graduated, Remus didn’t look for his sister in the crowd. He didn’t care if she was there or not, but she was. Y/n was there holding Regulus’ hand tightly, watching her brother shake Dumbledore’s hand. She watched as Sirius embraced Regulus in a tight hug in the shadows. Y/n smiled bittersweetly at their embrace as Regulus took her hand back in his.

Sirius began to open his mouth, “No need to lie. I know he doesn’t care if I was here or not.”

Y/n shuffled on her feet, and Sirius took her into his arms. Sirius was shorter than Regulus, and he didn’t smell the same, but his hugs were just as comforting in a brotherly way. His hand caressed her hair, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart ached. He shouldn’t be the one hugging her, Remus should, but he isn’t. Sirius kissed her forehead and released her from his hug.

“I’ll write to you guys.”

“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Y/n replied with tear-filled eyes, “I can’t imagine you gone.”

Sirius smirked, “Yes, ma’am. Don’t you know I always obey the rules?”

“She’s being real, Sirius.” Regulus didn’t crack a smile, “This war isn’t a joke, and I’d- I’d like to see you next year when I graduate.”

“I’ll be there.” Sirius said solemnly, “I won’t leave you guys. They won’t take me alive.”

Y/n cracked a smile, “Good.”

Regulus nudged his girlfriend, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks, “Protect him. He gets reckless and forgets about himself. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

Sirius could still hear Remus’ voice in their first Order meeting, “I swear on all Merlin if they touch her, they’ll be sorry.”

“‘Course. Don’t forget he’s still my boyfriend.” Sirius replied, and Y/n smiled, “‘S why I’m asking you and not James. Keep- Keep my brother safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They joined the Order of the Phoenix without looking back. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter quickly became some of the best Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Sirius had made the Daily Prophet multiple for putting Death Eaters in Azkaban. Many citizens of the Wizarding community thought of him as the next Alastor Moody.

Seventh year was the worst one yet. Most of the Slytherin Death Eaters were attacking the younger kids. Most of the older Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs had to defend them from the unforgivable curses. It seemed normal to hear the crucio curse being thrown away and seeing green flashes. It made Y/n sick to her stomach.

It got so surreal that Y/n and Regulus had begun sleeping behind tapestries or hidden tunnels. Dormitories and common rooms were no longer safe. Their backs ached, and body’s sore from lying on concrete, but it was better than dying. Graduation was not a celebration, and no one from outside was allowed in, but Sirius waited for them at Kings Cross.

The next time Y/n saw Remus was when she was being sworn into the Order, and he barely spared her a glance. Not long after the speech was being spoken, another person entered the meeting point. He was shockingly familiar with wavy black hair and blue-grey eyes. Remus jumped out of his seat, and James had to hold him back. Regulus released a breath and stood beside his girlfriend.

“Now. I’m sure there’s a lot of confusion.” Dumbledore began calmly, “Regulus has sworn to be our spy.”

Remus growled, “He’s a Death Eater.”

“Exactly.” Remus glared at the old Professor, “Therefore, he can enter and participate in their meetings. Then he can come back here and report what he knows.”

“I don’t like it any more than you do.” Regulus said, “I don’t want to put anyone in danger, but someone needs to do it.”

Remus went to speak, but Regulus cut him off, “Someone needs to protect your sister.”

Everyone stared in shock at the bold statement that came from the young Black brother's mouth, and Remus leaped from his seat, “She is a traitor. Just like you.”

Instinctively Regulus moved her behind him as Remus was now face to face with him, “She’s everything but. Wasn’t she the one who stopped Fenrir Greyback from killing you?”

“Shut up.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cleaned your wounds after the full moons before the Marauders?”

“I’m warning you.”

“Wasn’t she the one who used to make you hot chocolate when the nightmares got too bad that you couldn’t sleep?”

Remus snapped, and Sirius pulled him away from Regulus. But they all saw how Y/n cowered when he lunged forward, how she flinched back, covering her face with her hands. Regulus kept a tight hold on her hand, and they watched as Sirius calmed Remus down, bringing him upstairs. When Remus was gone, Dumbledore spoke again.

“Well, the first Order meeting will be announced in just a couple of days. It allows Y/n and Regulus to get in their positions.” Dumbledore announced, “It allows Y/n to get some training and Regulus to get Voldemort’s trust.”

Everyone dispersed. Y/n and Regulus apparated to a flat they had bought in London. It was relatively modern for the time and had everything they needed. The place was clean and brand new. When they landed in the living room, she went straight to the bedroom. Regulus prepared her a hot drink and set it at her bedside table with a warming charm. He laid beside her, placing her head on his heart.

“Je Vous Aime.” His french accent was so smooth and gentle, like a baby blanket, “Je t'aime aussi.”

Everything just got more stressful as time passed. Regulus’ job got more and more dangerous, making Y/n worry profusely. It got to times where they had to pretend to throw curses back and forth so he could prove that he was loyal to them. It wasn’t until a rumor of a spy for the Death Eaters came out that Regulus’ job became crucial. It took three more meetings, and on October 15th Regulus knew who it was.

He could remember the day vividly how Voldemort welcomed Peter Pettigrew to the Death Eaters with open arms. Regulus had stared in mock happiness but, in reality, had been shocked. Someone so close to the Potters had gone and betrayed him. So when Peter was absent from one meeting, Regulus brought it up.

“They spy is Pettigrew.”

“No.” James chuckled, “You’re lying, right?”

Regulus shook his head, “He plans to kill you, Lily, and Harry on Halloween.”

Everyone stiffened. The air was tense, but Dumbledore smiled victoriously, “Beautiful work, Regulus. We’ll apprehend Pettigrew when he’s seen again.”

They had set up a false meeting where Peter got sent to Azkaban only two days later after Regulus announced he was the traitor. That sparked the war between them, and this time, Regulus was on the right side, the side he always wanted to be on. A week later, and on Halloween, Voldemort was dead. Many people's lives were lost, but many were saved.

After the war, Remus had proposed to Sirius, and yet Y/n was still not invited to the wedding. Sirius had begged Remus to make amends with her. The war was over. This nonsense was not needed anymore. But Remus was stubborn, and Y/n was too afraid to approach him, so James gave her the invisibility cloak to watch her brother marry. Not the ideal way she planned on watching her brother and his love get married.

A couple of months later, Regulus and Y/n did the same. Except they did it alone, with Sirius being their only witness and the person marrying them. Sirius couldn’t help but feel awful for Remus not being able to walk her down the aisle, not to see her in the pretty dress she had picked out. It wasn’t until fifteen years later when Y/n had two teenage boys, and a little girl did someone came knocking on her door during the winter holidays.

Both boys were running around the house, and their little sister was trying to keep up. Two twin boys who were fifteen - Romeo and Romulus. A little girl who was just about ten named Ascella. Romulus was a carbon copy of Sirius. Romeo had the Lupin sandy hair and the Black family eyes with the Black family defined face. He was the best of both worlds. Ascella looked like a female Regulus.

Romeo was the Keeper of the Slytherin house for Quidditch. Romulus played Beater for Gryffindor, and little Ascella would get her Hogwarts letter in just about a year. Regulus and Y/n both predicted she’d be in Gryffindor with her brave, mischievous nature. Y/n was the one to get the door with her two boys behind her. Ascella had been called into the living room by her father.

Y/n was shocked to meet familiar green eyes, “Um- hi.”

“Hey.” Remus said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I hope I’m not intruding.”

Both boys behind her looked confused, “Mum, who is this?”

A pang of hurt hit Remus, “This- This is my brother.”

“Brother?” Romulus questioned, “Like he’s our uncle?”

“Yes.” Y/n retorted, “Now you boys grab your sister. Go do something upstairs while we talk, yeah?”

Romeo looked crestfallen, “Mum, we aren’t five.”

“I know, but we have a lot of talking to do.”

Romeo sighed, “Fine but be safe.”

She kissed the tops of their heads, “Of course.”

Ascella was running to her brothers within seconds after Romulus called for her. Remus saw her black hair flutter around as she followed her brothers up the steps. Y/n smiled and motioned for Remus to come inside. The house was lovely and decorated for the holidays. Y/n walked through the hallway to the living room, and Remus followed.

“I apologize for the mess.” She chuckled, “Having the boys home makes the house messy.”

Remus saw the pictures on the wall, “A Slytherin and a Gryffindor.”

Y/n smiled, “Yep. Romeos the Slytherin, and Romulus is the Gryffindor. We have a feeling Ascella will be in Gryffindor too.”

He placed the picture back down and sighed, “Merlin, what did I miss?”

Regulus was still stiff and stern, “A lot if you couldn’t tell already. That’s what happens when you call your sister a traitor and decide to disown her.”

All three children were listening secretly and grimaced at their father's words, “But don’t worry. I’ve done your job. I’ve been there for her, protected her, and made sure she was happy.” Regulus snapped, “And Sirius did your job of being the children’s uncle.”

“He didn’t even tell me you guys had kids.” Remus muttered, “‘Course he didn’t. In case you don’t remember, you didn’t want anything to do with us.” Regulus retorted.

The children had never heard their father speak this way with so much ice in his words. Regulus was blunt and unapologetic, “We wanted you to be a part of our family, Remus, we really did. But we didn’t know how you’d feel.” Y/n informed.

“Plus, the last time you saw us, you tried to kill Regulus.” Ascella covered her ears, and Romeo ushered them to his room to stop listening, “Yeah, so forgive us for not inviting you to be a part of our family.”

Regulus punctuated his statement by putting his arm around Y/n’s waist, “I’m sorry.” Remus murmured.

“I’m really sorry for how I acted. It was immature and stupid of me.” He continued, “I didn’t know how to feel when I heard my sister was with a Death Eater at the time, and I was just scared.”

Y/n stood up and hugged him, “Remus. What you did isn’t going to be forgiven. I’m sorry.”

He had tears glazing in his emerald green eyes that dulled with age, “I know we were young, but that doesn’t excuse the words you said or how you acted. Trying to kill my husband and saying god awful things about me.”

Y/n took her seat beside Regulus, and Remus sniffled, “You did this. Not us.” Regulus reminded, and Remus nodded.

“Okay, I just- I’ll go.” Remus stood up from his seat and walked down the hallway to the front door; he took in every family portrait.

When he got to the door, Y/n opened it for him, and he walked out, “Remus.”

He turned, and Y/n hugged him one last time. His chin rested on top of her head, breathing in her shampoo that still hadn’t changed since third year. The same perfume from fourth year. Her arms fit around him just the same way as they had when they were little children running around the lake. Y/n kissed his cheek and released herself from his embrace.

“I may not be your sister.” Y/n repeated with tear-filled eyes, and Remus allowed the tears to fall; her two boys were standing beside her, “But you’ll always be my brother.”

The door had closed, and Remus decided that that was the end of his chapter. He had underlined, circled, highlighted, and folded every significant page, but this was the end of the chapter. He was flipping to the next page, where the new chapter began. The new chapter where he had to live without his sister or his niece and nephews.

Remus always loved fragile, cracked paperbacks.

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A Magical Christmas

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Chris takes you and the kids to Disney for Christmas, and you have another surprise for him…

Note: Here is my lovely Christmas fic for the holidays😁 I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings🛑: smut(breeding kink, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex), husband chris😍, baby daddy chris🥰, mommy!reader

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Disney, that happiest place on Earth…

You and Chris bonded over your love of Disney, it was something you two shared a passionate interest for. So of course you two spoiled your kids with many trips. Chris had surprised all of you with an early Christmas present so your babies could see all the lights and decorations in the parks.

They were so excited, and you were as well because no matter how old you are, you still loved Disney. The weather is unpredictable in Florida, so you made sure to (over)pack for every situation. You had Chris go over the list at least five times for each kid to make sure you had everything they needed before you left the house.

“Babe, you know if we forgot something we can just buy it down there right?” Chris chuckled as you frantically packed something you’d almost forgotten.

“It never hurts to be prepared Christopher.” you sassed, gasping as he laid a playful slap to your behind.

“It turns me on when you’re sassy Mrs.Evans.” Chris smirked.

The kids were more than excited to get to the parks and see all the characters, but you being a mom made sure to stop at every opportunity to get pictures of them along with Chris. You couldn’t contain the smile as they climbed all over their daddy, the youngest not quite able to reach up so Chris had to assist her.

“I get you daddy!” she giggled, making your heart swell.

“Take it easy on daddy Hads, I’m old.” Chris chuckled.

“We stwong wike you daddy!” Ollie grinned, hanging on Chris’ bicep while Li was hanging beside him.

“Yeah!” Li agreed.

“I’m the strongest!” Jas interjected.

“Alright everyone is strong like daddy! Can mommy please have a picture of you all now?” you sighed impatiently, hoarding them into a semi normal family picture.

Magic Kingdom was your most favorite park, it also held a lot of memories since it’s where Chris had proposed to you. The kids had a blast on all the rides with the occasional fight of who gets to ride with daddy. Chris was an amazing dad, your kids wanted for nothing because of him. Watching him interact with them made you want to pop out as many babies as you could. Your oldest son Jasper just turned 9, the twins Oliver and Liam 6, and your baby girl Hadleigh was 3.

“No Ollie! It my turn to be wif daddy!” Hadleigh pouted at her older brother.

“You’re just a baby, and a girl! You’re supposed to stay with mommy!” he argued, but you and Chris could tell her big eyes were getting to the six year old.

“She is a little rascal.” Chris commented, chuckling as he watched his sassy baby girl.

“It my turn!” she stomped her little foot, not backing down.

“You-you…fine!” Ollie gave in, pouting as he stomped over to sulk by you.

“You alright bubba?” you asked, trying your best to not laugh at the triumphant smirk on Haddy’s face as she leapt into her daddy’s arms.

“No,” he grumbled, hiding his face in your side.

“What if we wide togeder Ollie?” Li asked his twin, Ollie peaking out from your side.

“Togeder?” he asked quietly, wiping a stray tear.

“Yeah!” Li smiled excitedly.

“Otay,” Ollie agreed, walking over to his brother.

“Why does no one want to ride with mommy.” you asked, slightly offended.

“I do mommy!” Jas grinned, snatching your hand.

“Thank you baby,” you kissed his head as you hugged him to your side.

After that fiasco, it was finally lunch time. All of you had settled at Beauty and the Beast’s castle for lunch, the kids on one side while you and Chris sat beside each other. You were lost deep in thought while watching the kids interact.

“You alright momma?” Chris whispered in your ear, squeezing your waist lightly.

“Yeah, just thinking.” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly.

“Bad or good?” he asked, slight worry in his beautiful eyes.

“All good baby, I just love you so much.” you reassured him.

After a close 12 hours in the park, the Evan’s clan was ready to head out. The kids were extremely cranky, and Miss Sassy Pants Hadleigh was currently passed out in Chris’ arms. Jas held your hand while Li and Ollie trotted along by you and Chris.

Lots of crying and gentle hushing later, you all made it to the car and drove back to your hotel. You got all the munchkins washed up and tucked in, they were passed out in seconds. This gave you and Chris the rest of the night for some mommy and daddy time.

The two of you were getting ready for bed after showering together, Chris of course not doing much but plopping into bed since he slept naked.

“You know I think they snuck this mistletoe in here on purpose babe.” Chris wriggled his brows at you.

“Well I don’t need mistletoe to kiss my husband.” you grinned, crawling into his lap to plant a sound kiss to his lips.

Chris wanted more however, gripping your ass firmly in his hands. You gasped playfully, kissing along his bearded jawline. You could feel him hardening under you, lucky for you that you were still only in just a towel. Chris groaned softly as you sucked a hickey on his sweet spot right by his pulse, removing your towel so he could fondle your tits.

“Want to make these full again momma.” Chris murmured, squeezing them gently.

“Yeah daddy? Wanna get me nice and round with another baby?” you hummed as you licked up his neck.

“Oh fuck me baby, yes I do.” he said as he flipped you two over.

“Well, guess I can tell you your Christmas present early then.” you smiled mischievously when Chris arched a brow at you.

“What do you mean baby?” he chuckled, sweetly kissing your cheeks.

“I’m pregnant.” you revealed, giggling when Chris beamed with excitement.

“Oh my god baby! Really? We’re having another baby?” he asked, laughing with joy when you nodded.

He hugged you tight to his firm body, kissing you everywhere he could reach repeatedly. You cried happy tears, overjoyed with adding another bundle of joy to your growing family.

“I love you so much, you and the babies are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Chris professed, shedding his own happy tears.

“I love you too Chrisy, so, so much.” you whispered, kissing him hard.

Passion grew like a flame between the two of you, hands began exploring as your lips stayed practically glued together. Chris pressed his lips harder to yours to silence your squeal when he entered you, stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

“Oh-god baby, fuck me.” you whined, gripping his huge biceps.

“That’s the plan sweetheart.” he smirked, slowly beginning to thrust in and out.

You threw your head back in pleasure, trying to keep quiet in fear of waking up the kids. It was hard getting any alone time with your husband, so you made sure to savor every moment. Chris knew your body, and he knew how to make you cum in mere minutes. He was angled just perfectly, rubbing against your gspot as he picked up the pace.

“Love seeing your so full and round with my baby, so beautiful.” Chris panted, growling when your pussy clenched around him.

“You gonna cum baby? Let daddy have it?” he grinned down at your fucked out expression.

“Yeah daddy, fuck you feel so good.” you moaned, biting your lip hard as you came around him.

Chris pulled your leg over his shoulder, surprising you as he hammered himself in and out. You had to cover your mouth to silence your scream, your other hand clawing at Chris’ back.

“One more for me momma, maybe we’ll get another set of twins.” Chris murmured, snaking a hand down to rub your swollen clit.

“Fuck-yes-yes right there!” you sobbed, Chris smashing his lips to yours to cover up both your moans as you let go along with him.

Chris grunted loudly as he stuffed you full of his cum, pushing himself all the way in. He let your leg fall back around his waist, sensually kissing your lips until you both were breathless.

“Ok?” he asked, smiling as you nodded.

“Amazing, I hope we get to do that every night on this trip.” you giggled.

“So naughty Mrs.Evans.” Chris bit your lip playfully.

“I like being naughty for you Mr.Evans.” you quipped back, running your hands along his beard.

“We should really get some sleep.” he hummed, but couldn’t keep himself away from you as he felt another rise of heat through his body.

“I know, but I want to play.” you smirked, flipping the two of you over.

It was gonna be a very, very fun night...

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cinebration · 2 years

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Sibling Exchanges (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

I literally just saw that your open for asks and that the deadline was TODAY so I just wanted to request something real quick. So I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a Henry Sherlock x reader fic where they’re currently having some tea with Enola and Enola won’t stop teasing Sherlock and if you want you can do the rest just pls make it fluffy! Thx :)—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: henrycavilledits

It was an absolute treat having Enola over for tea. She was quite the personality regardless, and her intellect, vastly superior to her brothers, was an endless source of fascination.

But perhaps the best aspect of Enola was that, despite her circumstances, she was, at heart, still a young girl. And that young girl looked up to her older brother, Sherlock, with admiration and sibling pride.

Being a sibling, however, brought with it other behavior—one in particular you reveled in.

“The solution was right in your face!” Enola cried, laughing over her cup.

Sherlock’s lips tugged into a frown. “There were other factors—”

“Easily dismissible to the discerning eye!”

You smirked over the rim of your cup, watching the verbal volley like a badminton match. Sherlock, you noted with mirth, was on the losing side according to your mental tally of the score.

“Where was your advice, then?” Sherlock asked sharply.

“I was busy with another case of my own,” Enola retorted. “I can’t drop everything to come help you every time you need it.”

Despite himself, Sherlock snorted, a faint smile touching his lips.

You felt a bit of a voyeur witnessing these exchanges, even though you were technically party to them. Seeing Sherlock soften in the presence of his sister always felt like something sacred, something you weren’t meant to trespass on. Yes, he was somewhat soft with you, but it was nothing compared to how he treated his sister.

It reminded you that he had something of a heart to fall back on when intellect was too much.

“He spent two days agonizing over it,” you confided to Enola in a stage whisper. Sherlock glanced at you in surprise, brow furrowing.

“He did not!”

“He certainly did.” You met Sherlock’s gaze with a mischievous one of your own, eyebrow cocked in amusement. “The carpet may be in need of replacing, given the treads he’s burned into it from that infernal pacing.”

Enola clapped her hands together, soaking up the information with the greediness of a dried sponge. “Tell me that when he solved it, he was angry at himself for not seeing it sooner.”

“Irate, almost!”

Enola spluttered into laughter, and you chuckled alongside her. Sherlock nearly pouted at the both of you, his smooth brow furrowed beneath the fallen curls of his hair.

“Oh look, we’ve hurt his pride,” you murmured, your voice a whisper against the teacup.

“Sherlock, don’t you know that pride cometh before the fall?”

“You two are intolerable,” he groused, rising from the table. “Mycroft is more preferable company.”

You choked on your tea. “You lie!”

Huffing quietly through his nose, Sherlock pivoted on his heel and retreated from the room. You turned to Enola, smothering a laugh behind your hand.

“You don’t think I teased him too much, do you?” Enola asked, watching him go.

“No, not at all. He needs a good reminding that he is a fallible man.”

“He won’t be mad at me?”

“Of course not. You’re his sister.” You gently patted her hand. “He adores you, even if he doesn’t say or show it well.”

“I suppose.”

“Don’t suppose. Believe.”

Smiling half-heartedly, Enola drained the last of her tea and rose from the table as well. “I’m going to go apologize.”

“Only if you half-mean it.”

Enola smirked. “Of course.”

Sherlock saw Enola off from the door. It was still light enough that she would return to her lodgings well before nightfall. She prided herself on her independence, so she took no hansom or allowed Sherlock to walk with her. If Mycroft had seen her, he would have burst a blood vessel.

Lucky for all involved, he wasn’t around.

Sherlock returned to the tea room. You paused in your gathering of the dishware and offered him a soft, conciliatory smile.

“She teases you because she loves you,” you said, coming around the table and striding over to him.

“I think she rather enjoys lauding her intellect over mine.”

“Why not? No one has yet written articles about her or spread her fame about as you have yours.”

“I didn’t ask for that.”

“No, but it happened all the same. She grew up idolizing you, Sherlock. To discover she is as good as or better than you is something of a boon for her.”

He nodded, his soft curls bouncing on his forehead. You reached up and brushed them back into place.

“You didn’t have to contribute.”

“I do so love to, though.” You grinned.

“Incorrigible,” Sherlock mumbled, drawing you into his arms.

“Stuffy,” you countered, rising up on your toes to kiss him.

#Sherlock Holmes x Reader #Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock Holmes imagine #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill imagine #Henry!Sherlock #Henry!Holmes #Enola Holmes #requests

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two by two headcanons

what i've envisioned our reader to look like but you're still free to insert and customize your looks !

masterlist !! read here -> two by two (platonic! twin! camilo madrigal)

pre two by two timeline

🐾 You were born a whole 15 minutes after Camilo did and he wouldn’t make you forget that.

🐾 Normally you wouldn’t mind but he makes this fact known almost everyday.

🐾 “I’m older so I get seconds first.”

🐾“I’m older so you listen to what I say.”

🐾 Despite being ‘older’ he wasn’t as mature as he thought himself to be.

🐾 "You're so bad, I want to give you a zero. But mami says that's mean so I'll give you a one." Probably you.

🐾 Though you try to be nice. So you just went along with it. You probably singlehandedly boosted this boy's ego.

🐾 You had cute nicknames for one another. Pain in the ass no. 1 and Pain in the ass no. 2. Though for endearing talks, you'd always either call him 'Cami' or 'Milo'.

🐾 Your parents doted on the both of you. While your Abuela Alma remained indifferent. She loved you still of course but..

🐾 You had resembled Pedro in a way. With the same smile and the same liveliness. And for that looking at you was painful.

🐾 You grew up side by side one another, and he grew protective and caring just like an older brother would.

🐾 Between the two of you, you were more sensitive than he was so each and after prank or joke he made, he made sure to apologize if he knew he took it too far.

🐾 You two would often stay up in the nursery with Mirabel, talking about what gifts you three would have when you’d come of age.

🐾 At your gift ceremony you held his hand whilst you two made you way upstairs to acquire your miracle. He had the power to shift into people while you had the power to shift into animals.

🐾 While you also gained attention from the townspeople, it wasn't as much as your older brother did.

🐾 And you hated how it made you resent your gift.

🐾 Abuela Alma put you to work, entertaining the children often with a limited list of animals you can turn to.

🐾 Nothing wild. Nothing scary. Nothing ugly in her eyes.

🐾 While your brother could do whatever he wanted. And often you'd stare, in many of your 'beautiful' animal forms, watching as your brother 'wowed and entertained the crowd.

🐾 Although you'd never say anything about it.

🐾 Both of your ruanas had the same yellows and although Camilo's had chameleons on it, you had animal tracks on your own, specifically paws.

🐾 Your miracle were especially liked by the children and you thrived in the attention you've been given just like your brother did.

🐾 Though you never did get to play with anyone. They would only admire and stare at your animal forms from afar.

🐾 You were like an object for show.

🐾 The attention you craved would be especially given attention by your older cousin, Isabela, who like you, was trapped on a pedestal.

🐾 You tell her everything. Your fears, your insecurities.

🐾 Camilo would grow jealous of your closeness. You two were siblings, you were supposed to tell him everything! Didn't you trust him?

🐾 A confrontation would occur.

🐾 "If Isabela is so good then maybe you should be her little sister instead! I wouldn't want a stupid sister like you anyway!"

🐾 "I wouldn't miss you even if you did go to Isa!"

🐾 None of what he said was true. It was mostly just him being angry and envying Isabela and yours' relationship.

🐾 He expected tears. And you gave him that. Though they weren't of sadness, rather, it was anger. Your shoulders trembled. You can't even find the words.

🐾 He didn't expect your fist to quickly rise and make contact with his nose too.

🐾 You were panting as you straddled him, delivering blow after blow as he shifted to different people whilst shielding himself with his arms from your kinda weak blows.. but he didn't tell you that.

🐾 "Te Odio! I hate you so much, Camilo!"

🐾 His eyes were wide at the use of his full name. You never called him that unless you really meant something.

🐾 He watched as Pepa and Felix held you back with you shifting to different animals, growling at him.

🐾 Eventually the commotion would be heard by Alma who quickly reprimands you for hitting your brother. And try as you explain, you were quickly shut down.

🐾 Having enough, you thrash in your parents' grasp, successfully getting out of their hold and running out of Casita.

🐾 Stupid. Stupid Camilo. Stupid Abuela.

🐾 You didn't listen as they called out for you to come back.

🐾 You would run far enough, into the thick forests just at the foot of the mountains that kept the outside world from Encanto.

🐾 You huddled under a tree, sobbing. You couldn't possibly say the things you said to Isabela to your own brother. You thought he wouldn't understand.

🐾 As your sobs died down, you were faced with the cold night and the spooky sounds of the forest you were in.

🐾 Though you wanted to return home, you didn't have the best sense of direction.

🐾 Every twist and turn confused you. You tried to track down the scent but you were getting overwhelmed.

🐾 As more time passed by, you decided that you were going to die there. Cold and alone.

🐾 Quite pessimistic but you saw no other option.

🐾 You huddled up in a tree's large overgrown roots, convinced that no one would look for you.

🐾 They had Camilo. They had your happy older brother. And as you pulled your knees to your chest, you resigned yourself to that fate.

🐾 Then you heard your name being called and frantic footsteps. You quirked a brow, watching as a lantern suddenly came to view. You peered out to see who it was, seeing your brother with a frightened expression on his face.

🐾 "Hermana, lo siento.. I didn't mean what I said!" Camilo's voice was gruff and it was most likely because apart from shouting your name, he was shouting his apologies over and over again.

🐾 "You can punch me again if you want! Just.. just come back.."

🐾 You would look at him before sniffling and crawling out of your hiding spot.

🐾 "You're an ugly crier."

🐾 He didn't even care that you had called him ugly as he quickly turned to you and engulfed you into a hug.

🐾 You melt in the warm embrace. "I thought you'd forgotten about me.." You admit quietly and Camilo would only shake his head.

🐾 "No matter where you are, hermana, even if you were on the opposite side of the world, I’ll always come and find you." With that you had smiled.

🐾 "Lo siento, hermana, you're the best little sister anyone could ask for.. I didn't mean what I said, I was just so mad that you and Isabela seemed more closer than you and I.. I'm sorry I made you cry. I promise not to be so mean anym.."

🐾 He rambles on, only stopping when your head had rested against his chest. You had fallen asleep in his arms. He had sighed. His speech long forgotten now as he adjusted you in his arms and carried you home.

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joeystarkey · 3 years

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warnings: smut, possesive rafe, angry choking, swearing, ass slapping, underage drinking, and a terribly written long fic.

a/n: hey guys, im starting to write for rafe and drew so send requests for them!!

taglist !! @drewstrkeys add yourself by sending a request!!

Rafe had hated you from the moment when you had your first sleepover at the age of nine at the Cameron's large house. Sarah had always been popular in school, she had everything going for her. She had a popular brother a few grades above her, getting the older guys attracted to the blonde, money surrounded her everywhere, always getting what she wanted, and perfect life, some might say. Going through high school, you and Sarah had grown apart and stopped hanging out. She had gotten caught up with all of her boyfriends, drama with the other friends in the group just didn’t work out.

Rafe had never liked you, always making snarky comments and ripping you apart every time you came over. Though, as another rich kook, your mother once again dragged you to the party at the Cameron's country club. When Rafe got accepted into his college, Ward, his father, and rose, his step-mother, had thrown a party. The word was spread around the town through the popularity and signs of the two all around the country club, telling everyone to show up tonight, at 4:30 pm sharp.

You didn’t want to go. For multiple reasons. Obvious reasons, as well. You didn’t want to see that scumbag Rafe, and didn’t want to face your ex-best friend, Sarah, and truly would rather just lay in bed for the night. It wasn’t that you weren’t a party person, because you were, you just didn’t want to go to a party filled with people celebrating something for Rafe that he probably got down on his knees, begged, bribed, blackmailed, and paid to get into this school.

He didn’t deserve any of this, though you were forced to go either way. You wore a silk slip-off white dress that hugged your curves perfectly, you had to admit, it looked great on you. You couldn’t blame the few stares you got from the boys and the eye rolls from the girls whose boyfriends were staring at you. You had even gotten stares from Rafe's friends. You noticed the way that Topper Thornton and Kelce had looked over at you.

They all had glass cups in their hands filled with drinks that the adults were supposed to take. “This is not necessary, I’m leaving for four years nobody will even notice. Anyway, topper, do you still want the new clubs?” Rafe asked, looking down the side of Topper's face. Topper hummed and nodded slightly as he focused on the girl in the entrance. Rafe rolled his blue eyes, scoffing out, “Are you even listening to me?” Rafe asked following his eyes seeing you and your guardians walk in. he watched as his father walked over to the three of you and hugged each one of you.

Rafe fake smiled and scoffed and looked around seeing everyone’s eyes on the three in the doorway. He shook his head and lowly laughed walking out the bar to get more of his drink.

You noticed. You watched him walk to the bar getting a drink, walking to the place where you would get your first bite into his flesh. You said hello to Rose and Ward before walking down to the bar where Rafe was still standing. He tapped his fingers on the table, keeping his eyes on the wall making sure not to turn his head and meet eyes with yours again.

you walked up to the bar, right next to the man, grabbing both his and the bartender's attention. Rafe rolled his eyes again, scoffing at the sight. “hello, beautiful, what can I get for you on this fine evening?” you smiled and looked over at Rafe quickly watching him roll his eyes again.

You had a bright smile on your face, “can I get a kitty cocktail?” you asked making sure not to get anything that had alcohol in it, which limited your options so much. The bartender raised his eyebrows, smiled, nodded, and turned around making your drink in one of the glasses he had under the counter. “Ya know, if you keep rolling your eyes maybe you’ll find a brain back there?” You spoke completely turning to him. He didn’t listen, he just seemed to ignore you. But, even with the blaring music in the speakers, he had heard you.

The yellow-tinted lights shined on the two of you, making your skins glow in it. His wet shiny lips that shined curved into a smile, an annoyed smile, “You’re fucking annoying,” Rafe said keeping his eyes forward.

You shook your head, “so he speaks,” You joked sarcastically laughing. You smiled and kept your eyes on his face, “why am I annoying? what did I do to you? ever,” your question came out as a statement. He stayed quiet. You scoffed and faced the bartender's back as he was turned around fixing the two drinks he was ordered to make.

“No. You walk into my fucking house like you own the place and grab the attention of all my friends and multiple boyfriends of other women. Everyone. You’re a homewrecker,” he stated looking you up and down in annoyance and disgust.

You sarcastically laughed, turning away from him. You felt slightly annoyed and honestly hurt when you knew you didn't do anything to him. Your hand clasped around the glass, handing a 10 dollar bill to the brunette bartender. “Keep the change,” you spoke smiling, disguising the pain and heartache in your stomach. Rafe looked back at you walking away, hips swaying behind you, and grabbed the miniature glass directly under his chin. He brought the shot glass up to his lips, leaning back and letting the liquid shoot down his throat with a burn.

As the party seemed to die down, older people going home out of the exhaust and going to sleep. The teenagers who still roamed were mainly drunk and all grinding on each other.

You were doing just that, except you weren’t drunk. You had a big smile on your face as people from all around you started to laugh and you ground your ass in circles around Topper's covered crotch from behind. Everyone was watching, but everyone was drunk so they wouldn’t remember in the morning.

“Yes, go y/n!” people shouted. Topper's hands rested on your hips helping you move around. You bit your lip and looked back at Topper, seeing him smiling and looking down at you. You giggled and looked forward again seeing Rafe standing in front of the crowd with his arms tied and his lips pursed. You got off the boy you were grinding on, suddenly feeling uncomfortable from his intense stare.

You breathed deeply out of your nose, annoyed as can be. Topper looked at you with furrowed eyebrows when you looked back, you didn’t look back, just continued walking into the girl's bathroom where Rafe couldn’t find you.

Or so you thought. You stood in the mirror, brushing out your hair and licking your lips. You were so focused on yourself you hadn’t even noticed the boy in the back. You jumped, “Rafe, what the fuck, this is the women's restroom. get the fuck out!” You exclaimed while keeping a whisper. He smiled and walked closer to you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it like a gentleman.

“What’s gonna happen? I’m Rafe Cameron, this place is like my second home, I can’t get kicked out," He smiled, building his ego with every word.

“Well, you did your first house back with your father. I’m not stupid Rafe, you can get kicked out, ‘m not gonna fall for your stupid ass,” you corrected.

Rafe's chest tightened as he breathed in through his nose making him stand even taller. He let go of your hand, bringing it around your throat as he pinned you against the cabinets door that held toilet paper rolls, towels, and much more. His grip tightened causing your breath to hitch, “Don’t fucking bring that up, nobody was supposed to know that,” he said pulling you away only to push you deeper into the door. You breathed in as much as you could through your nose, “Only my family and Barry knows that, so either you are hanging out with my sister and her pouge friends or your buying drugs from Barry. And I know for a fact you're not with Sarah anymore, so I guess we could both end each other, huh?” He asked squeezing tightly.

“I wasn’t- I wasn’t gonna tell anybody,” you breathed out as best as you could. Rafe smiled and let you go with a muttered good leaving his soft-looking lips. You caught your breath, hunched over with your hands rested pm your legs. “You’re sexy when you’re mad, did you know that?” you asked him causing him to lowly laugh and look up at you with his fingers in his chin while his head still hung low. He had strands of hair fall from his face, god, he’s so perfect.

You smiled and looked down. He sucked his teeth and then licked his lips again to hold back a big smile painted on his face. He took a step closer, “do I?” he asked cheats touching, the only thing not was your faces. You looked up at him, head leaning back a bit. You nodded and kept your eyes on him.

He let his smile fall, "You're a fucking slut," He said. You looked deeply into his ocean eyes, trying your best not to get turned on and turn into a whore for the man you hated ten minutes ago. His hand came down to your neck, his rings touching your skin making you shiver from the sudden ice-cold contact. he brought his face down, connecting your pink lips. You could taste the alcohol in his mouth, the bitter taste you had always hated. you moaned into the kiss feeling him bring your body over to the counter, setting you on top of it. he smirked into the kiss finally taking in the face he was kissing his middle school and high school crush right there. "You were just grinding all over my best friend and now your tongue is down my throat," He said as he pulled his lips from yours for a second.

You brought your hands to his head, rubbing his scalp through his hair while keeping him in. “Rafe,” you said as you pulled away for a moment, “Please,” you begged. He smirked and brought his hand to your thigh pulling away watching your face as you slowly went under through the skirt. You nodded and let him touch you past your underwear.

He groaned, “You’re so wet,” he kept twirling his fingers around, collecting your wetness.

“Only for you,” you let out as a whisper. he smiled and looked back down at your arousal on his fingers, your thighs, your pussy lips, and your underwear.

After the 10 minutes of teasing, he doesn’t get you off the counter and got you to bend over the counter. You smiled up at him in the mirror, watching him unbuckle and unzip his jean pants. He smiled and spread your ass cheeks watching him slide inside your went cunt. He threw his head back while he slid in, you moaning at the feeling of being so full.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you moaned out as he slowly started thrusting, giving him some friction while you were still adjusting. You smiled feeling the pleasure causing you to loudly moan out again. Your mouth was hung low as you tried to keep quiet while he fucked you senseless.

“Oh yeah, ah,” He picked up his pace. He smiled thrusting fast and hard while his pelvis continuously slapped against your ass causing it to jiggle giving him a view when he looked down from the mirror and down at your body. He brought his hand down at your round ass as you moaned and jolted forward in the mirror. His hand collided with your curve on your ass. You smiled, your ‘o’ shaped mouth changed into a small smile loving the feeling of him slapping you.

He thrust a few more times before you had to warn him you were going to cum. Your eyebrows furrowed, “Ah, Rafe, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He didn’t stop, he kept thrusting letting you reach your peak and release and clench all over his cock. You moaned out, louder than any other time before, feeling him pull out and watching him jerk off behind you. You tried your hardest to get on your feet and turn around. After a few tries, you finally got on your knees while he pumped his cock and let out his juice all over your tongue and face.

You smiled, closing your mouth and swallowing the salty warm liquid. You’d be lying if it tasted good, but the beautiful man above you made your mind switch the sour taste for a sweet one.

He helped you up, fixing your dress, hair, and makeup for you before bringing you out into the main area again. Topper walked up to the two of you, arms crossed and an angry look on his face. “Why’d you leave, we were having fun,” He smirked wiping getting that tense, tight, angry stare off his face.

You raised your eyebrows turning on your heels around to rafe, “Can you bring me home? Please?”

He nodded, grabbing your hand and bringing you out to his motorbike, giving you the helmet as you sat behind him and threw your arms tightly around his much larger body.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Gifts | Shelby Brothers & Sister!Reader

Request: yes by @alanis-altair

Pairing: Shelby Brothers & sister!reader

Summary: Although she's technically one of the siblings, (Y/N) Shelby acts more like the mother of her family. So it's understandable that she wanted everything to be perfect for the upcoming holiday.

Warnings: smoking, drug use, language

Word Count: 2240

A/N: there’s nothing wrong with a Christmas themed imagine in *checks calander* February, right? Hope you enjoy! :)

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"Oi, (Y/N)! Check these books. There's a fucking problem in here somewhere."

"Watch your mouth, John Shelby. How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't be cursing in front of children," she didn't even bother looking at him, instead focusing on finishing combing his daughter, Katie’s, hair.

"Sorry, (Y/N)," John abashed, guilt in his voice.

"Whoever ends up with you is hitting the jackpot as far as mothers go, (Y/N)," Polly commented from across the table, a grin on her lips as she smoked her cigarette.

"Won't ever have time for a family of my own with this lot I'm stuck with," (Y/N) replied, laughing to herself slightly. She gets comments like this all the time. About how she's great with kids, great with handling tough things, and is practically the mother of the Shelby family. She was the second oldest sibling, but people often thought that she was the oldest. She held herself in a more mature way than Arthur, and this common misconception was something that she teased her brother with daily to get a rise out of him. "There ya go, Katie. You're all finished," (Y/N) grinned as she tapped the child’s shoulders, letting her know that she could stand.

"Thanks, (Y/N)!" she chirped, already running to the door of the house.

"Please be careful!" she called after the girl, her words most likely falling on deaf ears. She just sighed and shook her head. Her hair wasn't going to stay that proper for long.

Almost as soon as the door shut, it opened again. This time Tommy was stepping through the threshold, removing the peaked cap from his head as he did so. "I need you to come with me, (Y/N)," he announced, not even bothering with hellos.

"Where to?" she asked him for more detail.

"Charlie's yard. He's about to blow his lid over a horse I'm trying to stable there. Can't get through to him, so I figured you might want to try," he responded.

"Uh uh, (Y/N)'s supposed to help me with these books first," John interjected before (Y/N) was able to give her response.

She looked between her two brothers before she made up her mind. "The books will be here when I get back, John boy. You know that you can't ever tell with Charlie when he gets in his moods," she stated, standing from her chair as the younger of the three let out a sigh before sulking back into the betting shop.

"He'll get over it," Polly commented, waving him off before (Y/N) nodded, following behind Tommy as they both exited the house.

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"I fucking told you, Tom, having that woman take that horse is no good!" Charlie exclaimed before he even knew who was approaching. Well, he knew Tommy was coming because he'd heard the younger man clear his throat. He didn't know that (Y/N) was accompanying him though.

Tommy sighed and shook his head, throwing his cigarette to the ground as he quickened his pace, moving ahead of (Y/N). Her guess was that he was going to get his last words in before (Y/N) settled everything. "She's got a whole fucking team whose done this before Charlie. And she's offering," he went right up to the older man, clearly looking for an argument.

"So now you don't have trust in Curly anymore?" (Y/N) didn't see him, but she knew that Charlie's eyebrows were raised, "and she's offering so she could get you alone. It was obvious that she wanted to fuck you, Tommy," the older man pointed out.

"I just want her to train the fucking horse!" Tommy's voice was raised now, and (Y/N) knew she needed to quicken her step before they started fighting physically. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd have to pull Tommy Shelby and Charlie Strong off of each other. She didn't feel like doing that today.

"That's bullshit, Tom, and you know it."

"Having a disagreement here, are we boys?" (Y/N) finally entered the stable area where Tommy and Charlie were, seeing that the two of them were now engaged in an intense staring contest.

"(Y/N). It's nice to see someone who’s actually got a head on their shoulders," Charlie commented, a smile on his face as his gaze focused on the Shelby sister. Tommy scoffed and shook his head, clenching his jaw as he stopped himself from speaking. He knew that at this point, anything he said would most likely make things worse.

"It's nice to see you too, uncle Charlie," (Y/N) smiled back at him before she got back to the problem at hand, "now what seems to be the problem here?"

"Tommy's having the horse sent to May Carleton's. He wants her to train it for the derby," Charlie started off, "but if he sends her that horse, she's gonna mess with it in ways you won't believe."

"And I heard that you think he's got...other reasons for sending her the horse?" (Y/N) tilted her head slightly as she asked the question.

"Yeah, well of course he does. You should have felt the tension between the two of them, (Y/N). It was fucking obvious what they wanted to do to each other."

"Well, Charlie, I'll have you know that it was me who gave the go-ahead to have May train the horse. I think that her talents could prove useful to helping us at Epsom," she informed the older man, who now had a look of shock on his face. He seemed to be eating his previous words, embarrassment seeping into his features. So (Y/N) took it a step further, "do you think that I have other reasons for asking Ms. Carleton for help?" she questioned him then.

"I, uh...I suppose not, (Y/N), no," Charlie shook his head, all of the confidence he had in winning this argument gone now.

"Good. So I'm guessing that you'll see to it that that horse is loaded into the truck without a second thought when it arrives." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, I will," he nodded his head.

(Y/N) smiled, "great. Thanks uncle Charlie," there was cheer in her voice now as she stepped over to hug the other man.

"You know, there's a reason why you're the head of this whole organization, (Y/N)..." Charlie trailed off once they pulled away from each other, "you're all business, no emotion." (Y/N) couldn't help but steal a glance over at Tommy, whose jaw was still clenched.

"Business is always the first thing in mind," (Y/N) nodded, accepting the compliment without divulging that Tommy was the one who made all of the moves...she was just the one who was there to keep emotions and tensions in check. Men never cared about that side of things. "I'll be seeing you around," she smiled, leaving the yard then.

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There was an unmistakably loud sniffing noise coming from the main room as (Y/N) entered the house. She stepped through the front room to see Arthur wiping off the table and pinching the bridge of his nose together. (Y/N) sighed. It was obvious what he was doing.

"Using snow again, Arthur?" her comment broke the silence, making his head snap up so that he was looking at her.

"I...I...it's the only thing that keeps me sane, (Y/N). You know that," he sounded guilty. What she couldn't discern was if he was guilty for doing it or just guilty for being caught.

"Yeah, I do know that...but you can't be relying on it so heavily," she told him as she took a seat across from him at the table. "it's going to permanently mess with your mind."

"Thought that you'd want to see me calm when we head out on jobs," he mumbled then, his eyes leaving hers as he spoke.

"I do want you calm. I just don't think you need to be using it in the middle of the day on a fucking Tuesday, Arthur," she stressed her words, "you're gonna be dead in the head if you keep down that path."

"Aren't I already dead in the head?" he questioned, his words bleak.

"Then you'll be even more so," she sighed, knowing that this was going to be a dead end conversation. So she stood up from the chair in order to move towards the door. "Just stay off the snow, Arthur. Before Tommy finds out. You know that he won't have a gentle approach to handling it," she tried to reason with him. Arthur nodded in agreement.

"Why are you heading out already? You've only just gotten in," his voice stopped her from turning the handle on the door.

"I have some errands to run!" she called back to him, opening the door to leave the house then.

She headed off to the shops with the intent of finding something for each of her family members. You wouldn't know it, but Christmas was only four days away. The other Shelbys just wanted to continue on working like there wasn't a holiday on the horizon, but (Y/N) wouldn't have that. She wanted to make sure that there was some cheer. She knew that they deserved it with all of the work they'd been putting in recently.

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It was late when (Y/N) returned home. Her arms were full of things, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she set them on the table. The house was quiet. She guessed that everyone was either in bed or out. Sitting at the table, she grabbed the folded pieces of brown paper that she intended to use to wrap the gifts, making sure she had the adhesive tape that she’d also be using. Most people in Small Heath didn’t wrap their presents (they didn’t have the money to), but (Y/N) decided to splurge. The Shelby Company Ltd. was doing good this year... so she went the extra mile to get wrapping paper, even if it was only brown.

She got to work with wrapping each of the presents she bought, fighting off multiple yawns as she meticulously packaged them up, wanting them to look perfect. She only got about halfway through before her eyes started to feel heavy. Maybe a fifteen minute nap will help me finish this up, she thought. And with that, she rested her head on the table next to a half-wrapped toy she’d gotten for one of John’s kids.

Arthur, Polly, and Tommy were returning from the Garrison after a night of drinking and planning out what was next for the company. Business never ended for the Shelbys. They opened the door to their shared home on Watery Lane and just about laughed at the sight that was in front of them.

“My goodness, she’s overworked herself again,” Polly sighed, moving over to the sleeping woman so that she could shake her shoulder, “(Y/N)...(Y/N) wake up,” she said next to her ear, making the younger woman stir.

Her eyes blinked open as she looked around the room, her vision clearing to see her brothers and aunt standing in front of her. Then she looked down at the table, at the gifts splayed across it. Her eyes widened, “you aren’t supposed to see these!” she exclaimed, scrambling to cover the gifts that were out in the open with the ones that had been already wrapped.

“Calm down, (Y/N),” Tommy stated, letting out an amused chuckle as he watched her continue the frantic movements.

“These are for Christmas, Tommy! They’re supposed to be a surprise!” she shrieked, glaring up at her brother then who only sent a smirk in response.

“You and your bloody desire to buy people things...we said that you didn’t need to buy anything, (Y/N),” Arthur commented, making her actions stop as she looked over at her only older sibling.

“What do you mean?” she cocked an eyebrow. She didn’t remember them explicitly telling her not to buy things. She knew she wouldn’t have listened to them anyway, but still.

“What you do for this family and the company is way more than enough, (Y/N),” Tommy stated, a look in his eyes that she couldn’t discern. He was always the hardest to read.

“I still like buying people things, Tommy,” she stated matter-of-factly, though she couldn’t deny that she had been touched by his words.

Tommy went to open his mouth but Polly cut him off, “there’s no use in arguing with a woman who’s made up her mind,” she stated, looking between the two siblings. Tommy only pursed his lips and nodded his head.

“You guys better be surprised when you open these on Christmas,” (Y/N) said then as she sat back at the table, starting again on her wrapping efforts.

“We’ll leave you to it,” Arthur commented, the brothers dispersing then. Polly only chuckled as she sat on the couch in front of the fireplace.

(Y/N) managed to finish with her wrapping shortly after, a proud smile on her face. Every person had a gift. Hers was making sure that this family stayed together and held love for each other, regardless of the predicaments they got themselves into.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth

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authorraville · 2 years

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Hey, authorraville here. I know I made an update about my schedule being tight and all but somehow I feel guilty for not posting anything so I decided to continue some doodle on my notes.

Notes For you: this is not finish yet, I don't have any idea on how to continuing this.

I'd be editing this later since I'm not really in a good state. So I apologize if there's some errors.

Mirror of negativity.

It was just a simple fight that start with an opinion. How did everything shattered in just a few seconds?

Lucifer scoffs at the second born, gazing into his deep blue eyes, who's somehow not afraid to look straight into his crimson red eyes. " Take back your words Lucifer. " As he slam down the table.

" Do you seriously think your threat will work on me ? " he huffs as he gather all the documents that fall during the slammed. Aren't he the one who supposed to be mad? The one who caused the trouble is mammon not him so what gives him the right to be mad?

" And make sure to watch your manners mammon. " mammon gritted his teeth and walk out of Lucifer's room. The older can't help but sigh, mammon can be childish. Utterly useless, and irresponsibles. If only his little brother of his change his attitude and act like his age once, maybe his life would be easier.

He sat down and think of the argument all over again, maybe he really did went to far this time. He sighed and continue signing all the documents that was left untouched.

Meanwhile mammon on the other side, locking his room to have some time alone was enough to comfort him, himself. He does not expect Lucifer to come and comfort him like he used to . But sometimes a little comfort would be nice.

While he drop himself on his bed, a strike of pain sting his back. He can't help but kneel down on the cold floor. When did this happened? Did the scars opened again? He sigh as he get the medicine and Bandages to treat himself, though it seems kinda impossible at the moment.

He can't help but feel worsen. Does life hates him or what? Why does everything's going downhill today? Not only does the witches made him done some errands, he also fought with his brothers, now he fought with Lucifer and the scars on his back opened themselves.

He let out a soft sigh as he stare at his reflection on the mirror. he picked out a blue marker and start writing down a positive words to cheer himself up. He try to gives out his best smile but keep ended up with his usual vacant face.

The mirror was filled with a lot of positive words that even he himself never heard someone says it to him over centuries.

" you're worthy " " it's not your fault " " you deserved to live " and such. He look at them as he wonder, when did everything changed? When did they become so distant? Maybe it is his fault that his family was broken. if he wasn't stupid maybe he can be a brother that can be proud of. Maybe If he learn some self control everyone would be nice to him. Maybe Lucifer would be proud of him?

He take a piece of clothing who appear to be unneeded and wipe down all the positive words that was written a while ago. He take out his red marker and start writing again. This time he hid the mirror below his bed and go straight to his bathroom leaving his empty room behind.

when the morning arrives everyone expected the second born to be wild or complaining like any other day. Good morning was wished by each brothers yet they can't seem to find the second born making his appearance.

A small voice could be heard from the second born room who was opened a second after. They were about to be mad because of his late appearance but quiet down after hearing another voice coming from his phone.

When Beelzebub was about to ask for mammon's food, mammon was already pushing his plate to Beelzebub and gives him a soft gentle smile. He quickly excuse himself out of the house while calling the unknown guy. He was left speechless but still eat the food that was given by the second born.

Lucifer was pissed, he knows that they fought the other night but does he really need to skip his breakfast? What if he get stomachaches ?! he sigh as he tells the other to start eating their breakfast.

They expected to be greet by their older brother at rad atleast but to their surprised the second born was no where to be seen. They was slowly getting pissed because couldn't he atleast say something to them during breakfast?!

The day started normal but when dinner come the second born seems busier than ever. He couldn't even eat dinner with them now. Yet he always shows them his soft unusual smile so they couldn't do anything about it. Whenever they sees that freaky smile a pang of guilt suddenly hit them which was never happened in their lifetime.

They thought it will end after one or two days yet it has been 3 weeks since mammon eat together, on the same table, as them. Not just that, he also out all of the time, whenever he came home they were all probably asleep or busy. Shouldn't he be spending time with his brothers even for a bit? How busy can his work be anyways.

They all would still be patient until they can't. They waited for the second born to come home, no matter how late it is. Except for belphegor who was sleeping soundlessly and keep waking up every hour just to check on the situation.

The front door was opened and closed and they could see the second born looking at them surprised.

" What's up ? " That words blow Satan's wrath.

" What's up ?! You've been avoiding us for 3 weeks and not even bother to eat with us ! Not just that you also avoid sitting on the usual spot in the class which is beside me ! "

It's still a great thing that he didn't turn into his demon form or the front room would be destroyed by his wrath.

" Yeah not just that you've been avoiding us all day in rad and not even bother to approach us when you saw us !! " If anything Asmodeus would want to say some more but he also knew that his other brothers had something to say as well.

" Yeah and I also haven't seen you eating anything for days now..and I'm not surprised if you haven't gotten any sleep either. " It would be a lie to say that they don't care about mammon. They're worried and concerned about their brother well being as well as others.

The two oldest brothers stayed quiet watching the second born watching them ranting their feelings out. Mammon let out a soft sigh and smile. Again, with that unusual smile who always comforted them during hard time.

" Haha I'm sorry I was busy. " Mammon tries so hard to not meet any of his brother gaze. If anything he would be glad if he can be staring at the floor all day.

" Is that all you gotta say ? " It was unusual to see his favorite brother in this state, he could see something is wrong. Yet he couldn't bring himself to speak it up.

Mammon tense up after hearing Lucifer voice. " I'm..sorry. " he said finally looking at them. The apologize sounds so sincere that they can't bring themselves to speak. " I should've approach you first. I'm sorry. " He said as he tries his best to stay calm.

" It won't happen again, I'm sorry. " The sorry's was too much. They know the second born also has pride in himself so what made this cocky man become like this? When things get quiet, mammon finally excuses himself to his room.

" Damn I never thought I'd really be receiving a sorry from him.." the third born finally breaking the silence. " I was surprised too. " It was unusual for sure. They all finally wondered, what happened during those weeks when he was not with them?

Something must've happened to make him like this and they going to find out no matter what.

When the morning comes again they could finally see mammon on the table, eating his food like usual. What's unusual is that he's too quiet. Literally too quiet. They all try to have an interesting conversation that the second born maybe would like but none of them seemed to impressed him. The only thing he does is that look at them with his vacant look. Not to mention the oldest also was very quiet, although he was always quiet this time he seemed stressed? Is that how we can put it?

When they arrived at rad, mammon waves them goodbye as he head to his own class leaving his younger brothers behind. As they was about to go to their class, they was pulled aside by Simeon.

" What the heck Simeon-! " Simeon apologize for the surprised appearance but he was also in a hurry so all he could give them was a piece of paper.

" What ? " And just like that Simeon walked away. " What in the hell just happened. " Satan was too flabbergasted by the random event that just happened. " Hey shouldn't we open that paper " Beelzebub can't help but being curious about the information on the paper. As Satan open the paper he could see an address that was written by the angel.

" Hey should we ditch class for this ? It seems fun. " For the first time they see the avatar of sloth making a step to be productive. " But you need to carry me though. " Nevermind.

After taking some time, they decided to go after they're done with their class to avoid Lucifer temper. And when they finally done with rad, they headed to the address location. All they could see is a bungalow that seemed to be owned by someone.

" Why did he gave us this ? " Asmodeus sigh as he was about to go back and was dragged back by Satan. " Maybe this could give us some hint to something ! " There it goes his detective mode on.

" Yeah I'd say we break in. " Belphegor and Satan look at each other as they smirked. " Yeah let's do that. " As they was about to break in they were interrupt by someone. " No trespassing would be highly against the law. " To their surprised they saw Lucifer walking towards them followed by leviathan who seemed to be dragged out by the oldest.

" Why are YOU here "

" same as you, Simeon gave me this as well."

" Without explanations? "

" Without explanations. "

" I see. "

" Exactly. "

The short conversation ended within a second. " But the difference is that I have the key. " they were all curious about this mysterious house that Simeon had to give this personally to them without any explanations at that.

Lucifer unlock the front door as they enter the bungalow. as they enter it they could smell something familiar. Something that only their brother would used. Mammon's perfume.

" Wait does that means this is mammon's house? " Leviathan was completely stunned by the smell itself rather than the fact that it is mammon's house. The smell is mixed with something. They could smell it.

" Hey what's with all these bandages? " So the other smell is blood. Wait blood? Isn't this mammon's house? they were ready to go on full panic mode if they saw something they shouldn't.

They were lead on a room that full of mirror. On the left side they could see words written by a blue pen marker on it and on the other side they could see something they wished they didn't.

They wandered around the room reading each words that was written on the mirrors. While leviathan and Asmodeus reading the positive part the others decide to read the other part.

" hey.. you should see this.. " it was unusual for Satan to sound vulnerable yet here he is sounds so weak and was shocked by the second born thoughts.

" Today 22/7 Satan lash his wrath at me woah his wrath was really no joke, it even leaves some scratch behind my back. " Satan flinched after seeing himself being mentioned on one of these thoughts. " Today, 23/7 I kinda start to feel lonely, why does they start to separate themselves or even distancing themselves from their own family? Man I wish I could go back time just to feel that feeling again haha. "

they could feel their heart throbbing. It's true that they started to separate themselves from each, like Asmodeus with Satan. The twin was like usual, they just keep things between themselves. While leviathan and Lucifer choose to be alone. They never realized it themselves until mammon burst at them that day.

" today, 24/7 I fought with Lucifer. It wasn't supposed to be that serious. Maybe. I don't know, what am I supposed to do? Should I apologize? I probably should. But would he forgives me? Nah he probably wouldn't, why would he bat an eye on me anyways. I should really start living quietly this time. " They started to see the root of mammon sudden changes.

" Today 25/7 the scars that I got from the past started to opened while I was working. I had to take a day off because of it. How frustrating, why am I so useless at this. "

" why does he keep degrading himself.." Asmodeus would love to erase all these thoughts that mammon seems to hide from them.

" hey..what the hell happened- "

" Today 27/7 my body started to weakened I don't know why..it's probably because I'm weak. I don't know, how can I stop being useless when I'm this weak. I hate this so much I swear. "

" his body started to what?.." leviathan can't believe on what he just read. How can someone as strong as mammon get weakened? isn't he supposed to be fine?

Lucifer was shocked, he knew he had a bad feelings ever since they fought. They haven't even talk ever since and now he felt a wave of guilt slap him over with.

" Today 28/7 They seemed to be upset about something..I don't know, maybe if I apologize they'll forgive me. but they doesn't seem to happy after I apologize though maybe I'm in the wrong this time. "

They can't believe, honestly they can't believe that mammon out of all people is having these thoughts. Why does it full of negatives rather than positive. Out of them, he was the most positive. Yet they just discovered another secret that he kept under the cover.

" how can he even think it's his fault..he was not supposed to be thinking like this. " Asmodeus turn his head to the right not wanting to read more just to see another different thoughts.

" maybe I should really kill myself. I've heard enough saying how everyone wanted me to go yet why am I here? What am I supposed to do here? I'm sorry. "

Stop. stop thinking about this, I beg you mammon. Asmodeus can't help but kneel down on the floor ashamed to even look at himself on the mirror. For the first time he felt ashamed of himself. He shouldn't have said that. He should've never thought of that in the first place.

" today I spent time with myself again. It was lovely to see the rain falls. I discovered a pretty empty place who seemed to be abandoned by people. But it was pretty, I wish when I die I can die in a beautiful place like this. "

He hold his chest as his heart started to sting. What makes his lovely baby brother to be thinking like this? Is it him? Is it his fault? He's sorry. For the first time, the only thing he wanted to do when he meet mammon is to assure him that all he ever wanted is for him to be there. Atleast be there for them.

" hey I found a beautiful beach again by myself, oh I hope I could go to this place with them. but I can't be greedy can I? Im sorry for being such a bad brother. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. "

Beelzebub tries to erase the thoughts yet nothing fall off. Why doesn't it go away? All he could wish is for his family to be happy yet why doesn't he noticed when his family started to fall apart? Then he remembered the time where mammon wanted to hanging out with him but he gave him an excuse saying that he have plans with belphegor. Now he started to regret it. Why? Why did he do that? The one who supposed to be the bad one is him not mammon.

" I saw some shooting stars in human realm today! It's beautiful haha. It reminds me when the twin used to like watching these. Especially belphegor. How adorable were that moment was. I wondered if he still like it till now..even if I bring him here surely he would say I'm wasting my time here. Haha. "

The answer is yes, he love stars, any kind so mammon take him there. He doesn't care anymore all he ever wanted is that warm embrace mammon gave him when they were still an angel. He doesn't realized how much of mammon affection that he have pushed away all these time.

" I wish Levi would loosen up a little when he was with me.. I guess it's my fault for not paying his money back.. geez just how bad I am to realize this now. I should probably pay my debt now and stop being such a hassle to everyone and be probably will be happier too."

Without realizing it, a single tear dropped from his eyes. He does know that words hurt, words kill yet why couldn't he stop himself from cursing towards mammon out of people? He feels guilty yes? who wouldn't be to be honest. From this moment he'd swear if anything happens to mammon he will take the blame.

As they all feel guilty of their own action, they take a step out of mammon's property. He probably wouldn't like them sneaking around his own very nest, he probably will hate them if he knew it.

They went home around 9-10 pm or so and saw mammon on the sofa, sleeping peacefully. Did he perhaps waited for them to come back? A tear drop from Asmodeus face as he gently brush himself on mammon's arm. If anything he'd want to be comforted by him the most but he also doesn't want to see mammon's awake from his dreams.

" We should move him to bed. " The eldest finally spoke as he gently lift mammon's up to move him from bed. To his surprised he saw a tears fall down from his beloved baby brother cheek. He gently wipes them as he wishes him goodnight. He wished he'd done this sooner instead of always waking him up to punish him or leave him there just because he has any other things that's more ' important '.

After he closes the door, the one who were sleeping slowly opened his eyes with a disbelief huff coming out from his mouth. What the hell just happened? Everything was fine yesterday, not to mention he have been away from them intentionally avoiding them to make himself blend with the background. Do why are they suddenly being like this? Did he do something wrong?

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fxtalitygod · 2 years

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~𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞~

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your marriage to him had always gotten in the way, but what if the two of you tried to make it work out.

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, mature, suggestive, slight angst

Warning: language, somewhat dysfunctional marriage, mentions of breeding (non-kinky), mild manga spoilers (Gojo's past arc), slight misogynistic themes, Gojo being a dick jerk for a little bit.

Word Count: 3.9k

Notes: I tried to keep Gojo as canon as I possibly could, he does get a little OOC at some moments. Also, I didn't give Y/n a specific cursed technique because I wanted you, the reader, to be able to create/pick the cursed technique of your choice. ٩(˘◡˘)۶

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Gojo Satoru had only met you a few times, once when you were kids and the other times when you were both students, you being from the Metropolitan Curse Technical College in Kyoto and Gojo being from the one in Tokyo.

After Satoru was born, the family immediately started looking for a suitress for him among the clans. So, when word got out that the L/n family had conceived fraternal twins, one of them being a girl, not too long after Satoru's birth, the Gojo clan jumped onto the opportunity.

Your first encounter with Satoru Gojo was when you were seven years old. The meeting wasn't intentional– it had been a matter of time and place. You had managed to escape your etiquette lessons to watch your brother training, something you often did. Satoru happened to be there when you arrived one day. Your families, unknowingly to you, had arranged for the white-haired boy to train with your brother.

From birth, your family had always paid more attention to your brother, thrilled that he had inherited the family technique. You had inherited the cursed technique too, but because of gender roles and your arranged marriage, you were forbidden to train beside him.

You were never upset with your brother, but you would be lying if you said you weren't jealous of him. You knew envy would not accomplish anything, so when you snuck into your brother's training sessions, you would watch everything he and his instructor accomplished and taught yourself to do it better; however, your spectating session on that day was cut short. Satoru had quickly spotted you out, and out of curiosity, he approached you. Before the boy could talk to you, your father had come over, noticing Satoru's disappearance.

When the man approached and found you skipping out on your lessons, he quickly became displeased. Despite his want to scold you for your actions, he had an image to uphold, giving you a light warning to not disturb his guests before sending you off. After that first encounter, you only noticed how Satoru only kept screwing up your future plans.

When you began going to the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College, you saw Satoru a bit more after getting your brother to convince your family to let you attend. However, you were more aware of your arrangements with him, which made encounters awkward for me. Being older, you realized your marriage to Satoru would halt your plans of becoming a professional Jujutsu sorcerer.

In the world of Jujutsu, especially when a part of a clan, a woman deemed to have no real potential had one role– to marry and bear strong heirs to a bloodline. In your case, you were supposed to marry into the Gojo clan and deliver a strong heir. It almost seemed unfair that you didn't have a say in the assignment given to you since birth. It disgusted you. If you had a hand in the decision, you would be unmarried, driving yourself to be the best Jujutsu sorcerer you could be.

Regardless of your situation, you would still try to find a loophole in your problem. Whether it be cutting off your marriage somehow or finding a way to be married and still become a sorcerer, you would sacrifice almost anything. With these thoughts in mind, it became one of your reasons for finding it hard being around Satoru. The other reason was that Satoru wanted nothing to do with you.

The few times you had encountered the individual on the occasional visit to each other's schools, you would try to make conversation with him. Although you weren't thrilled about your engagement, you didn't want to be completely miserable. Every time you tried to talk to the young sorcerer, he would give you short responses or try to find some excuse to leave. The usual reason was that he needed to help Geto, a friend he was typically seen with. The excuses were unmistakable lies, and his friend was becoming skeptical.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

Satoru looked over to find his best friend pointing his thumb toward something behind him. Sighing begrudgingly, the ivory-haired shaman looked behind him only to be met with your receding figure. You had approached the strongest sorcerer for idle conversation but said sorcerer did not feel nor want to have an extended conversation with you– besides, the shaman hated small talk.

"I don't hate her," Satoru blankly stated.

Geto turned his head to look back at you, seeing that you were nearly out of view, before redirecting his attention to his classmate.

"Then why do you keep avoiding her?" Geto continued to prod.

"It's nothing," Satoru quickly responded.

"Then why aren't you over there talking to her?"

The second-year released an annoyed sigh, clearly getting sick of the topic. The student wasn't in the mood to talk about his arrangements, but it was clear that his trusty partner-in-crime was not letting up his Q&A.

"I just can't stand being around her," the lanky teenager started, trying to be careful with his following words, "She's a suck-up, Geto. She's the human representation of picture perfect. If her family or elders tell her to bend and snap, she does it. If they demand to lose weight, she starves herself. And if they tell her to marry a guy she hardly knows, she obliges blindly."

Geto sighed, deciding to drop the topic. He felt like there was something deeper that Satoru wasn't explaining, but he couldn't figure out what. Despite his thirst for this knowledge, he was not trying to push anything out of him. The raven-haired student knew it would only irritate his friend even further; however, he felt he could get answers by observing you at the goodwill event.

Those plans were quick to flush down the drain

"Where is she?" Satoru had asked suddenly when seeing your brother had made his arrival, seeing that he was alone.

Quickly understanding what Satoru was getting at, your brother heaved a sigh before giving him an answer.

"She withdrew from the event," he said in a somber tone.

Geto knew something was off due to the tone of your brother's voice, but that wasn't the only thing. Based on a conversation with you and Ieiri that he had overheard, you had been nothing short of eager about the exchange event, so why would you withdraw? The answer was simple, but the second year couldn't figure it out.

Your engagement had gotten in the way once again.

Your father said it was inappropriate to be competing against your fiancé and that you weren't prepared for such an event anyways. The parent had explained that you were too "ladylike and womanly" to participate in such a physical activity. He couldn't be more wrong.

That day was the first time you had let your emotions get the best of you. When you found yourself in your room, you lost control of yourself. The temper within you spiked, causing you to knock objects off your shelves and raid your closet to rip at your garments, which you would need to mend later– The cherry on top was when you finally punched your mirror, completely shattering it. The injury you received from that reckless action was covered with bandages and a simple lie, saying you had burned your hand while practicing your cooking.

It didn't take long for your wedding day to arrive. You could specifically remember the night before. Spending that time with your brother, who was the one person who truly understood you. You would miss living with your brother. He had always been there for you and never looked down on you– he had always seen you as an equal. In some cases, he would consider you his other half. You would really miss seeing him every day.

The morning of your wedding, servants burst into your room to prepare you for your big day. Putting you in the bath, brushing your hair, clothing you, and applying your make-up. If you were being frank, you could hardly remember half the treatments they performed to beautify you. For most of the session, you were spaced out, lost in thought from the other worries and woes invading your mind.

"This isn't me."

You muttered those words when you looked at your reflection in the mirror after the help had left you to yourself. You looked like some sort of princess, a true aristocrat, but that's not who you were. You almost ripped off the suffocating attire, but before you could get the opportunity, your brother walked into your room, ready to escort you to the ceremony.

Lifeless.

If there was one word that could describe your wedding, that would be it.

You and Satoru hardly made eye contact. The one time you managed to get a good look at his face, it was clear that he wanted to be anywhere but there. The Gojo heir was undoubtedly miserable, and the purification ritual hadn't started yet. The worst part was when the two of you exchanged your vows. They were empty, and while you used a clear and natural tone, Satoru could hardly bring himself to speak, nearly muttering his vows. You didn't even want to get started on the kiss you shared. You weren't expecting anything passionate and profound, but the quick kiss exchanged, hardly being a kiss at all, had left you a little offended. Regardless you took it and went on to end the ceremony. Were you that revolting to him?

When the event ended, you both begrudgingly attended the reception. It was radio silence between the two of you, not speaking a word to one another once. There was the occasional glance, but that was it. Satoru didn't even stay for the whole thing. One minute he was there, and the next, he was out the door. He had said something along the lines of having business to attend to. You couldn't blame him– you did not want to be at the party either, as the only topic presented was your future children, the children you were not planning on having any time soon. Even if the blue-eyed shaman wanted children soon, which you highly doubted, you were willing to be selfish and reject the idea.

You spent the rest of the night with your brother, finding comfort in his presence as some of the elders and guests came up to give their congratulations and blessings.

After a couple years of marriage, you and Satoru had made little progress. He didn't treat you terribly, but he still acted indifferent when he was around you. The jujutsu sorcerer had already evaluated what kind of person you were because he ended up tending to your 'special needs' and did nothing more.

Too busy trying to loop yourself into becoming a licensed jujutsu sorcerer, you had no time to be upset or annoyed; you took it all with a smile. Unknowingly to you, that was what your husband hated the most about you. No matter what treatment you received, whether from him, your family, or the elders, you took it with a smile as if you had no backbone. Satoru wanted you to snap, yell at him, the elders, anyone really, but you wouldn't. You took the punches with a sickening smile on your face.

It wasn't until Fushiguro Megumi and Fushiguro Tsumiki did things really start to change.

You remember when your partner came home and told you about his plan to take custody of the two kids. He had shocked you with his words, but because of the circumstances with their father, their only parent figure deceased, you didn't have the heart to reject the idea. If you were honest, you were scared to foster two kids because of your own skill. You never wanted kids, at least your own, but it never came to mind how fostering or adopting would work. You feared that you would be disgusted by them and neglect them; you worried that you would hate them. You realized those fears were foolish when you met the kids.

To ensure the kids were more comfortable and in a neutral environment, you and Satoru had come to a silent agreement to try and act more like a married couple. This had involved a lot of teasing on Satoru's end, which annoyed you a little, but made you feel nice seeing him treat you like he treated his friends– it was different. Even though it was more of an act, you would still like to think it was real because it felt good to look at him and not think about how repulsed he was by you.

However, today, he had taken it a bit too far...

Your partner had been training Megumi, but he got called into a last-minute assignment, leaving Megumi's lesson half-finished but had promised to pick it up when he came back. Even though the boy said he understood, you could see the hints of disappointment and annoyance. Although the circumstances were not parallel, the ravenette had reminded you of yourself when you were his age. Occasionally, your brother would try to teach you what he had learned at his training; however, due to your separate lives, you preparing to be the perfect little wife and him preparing to be a strong jujutsu sorcerer, your schedules didn't really align, that is why you began going to his training sessions to teach yourself.

All it took was your nostalgic moment to decide to assist Megumi with the unfinished lesson. You walked up to the young fellow and offered your assistance, swearing that you saw the boy's eyes light up a little bit, which was rare because he never showed much emotion other than irritation in the first place.

Leading Megumi to somewhere more secluded due to the prying eyes of the estate staff. You feared that if the attendants saw you training the boy, they would go off and spread rumors. Knowing the elders, you knew they would misinterpret the situation and view your actions as mutiny, most likely resulting in execution.

For the rest of that morning, you trained the kid. You had noticed that Megumi was a fast learner, causing you to be capable of going beyond Satoru's lesson. After a few hours, you eventually stopped and treated the child to a pleasant lunch, bringing Tsumiki too. As you watched the two Fushiguro children eat, you heard footsteps. The cursed energy was powerful, and because you hadn't expected the holder of the six eyes to come home anytime soon, you panicked for a moment before recovering quickly, preparing yourself for any attack that may come.

The door to the room slid open, and before you could take action, you realized it was your husband. The man had managed to return from his mission in an earlier fashion. Although, when he came into the space, he looked confused. You ignore his abnormal behavior, turning to the children who finished their meals and quickly picking up their dishes before exiting the room before your significant other could speak to you. While departing, you heard muffled voices, as if in conversation, but decided to ignore them. It didn't take long for you to end up in the kitchen, the dishes being taken from you by one of the cleaning staff members.

Wandering around the estate, you saw Satoru and Megumi in the training room, door open. You tried to quietly make your way over, but the professional shaman had startled you.

"Would you like to watch Y/n, I saw you sneaking around over there," he said in a teasing voice.

Hesitant on what to say, you only stood there, silent for a few seconds before allowing your eyes to shift to the Fushiguro child. The boy's eyes held anticipation as if he wanted you to stay.

"I suppose it will be more entertaining than writing a letter to my parents," you sighed.

You sat in an unoccupied corner of the room to watch them spar for a few minutes; that is what you told yourself, at least. You sat there for an hour watching them. You observed Megumi using some of the techniques you had taught him, your heart swelling with pride until Satoru stopped, a look of confusion on his face.

"Where did you learn all this Megumi, I don't remember teaching you those moves?"

"Y/n did! She helped me finish the lesson you were teaching me," the boy innocently voiced.

Your body froze the second the boy mentioned your name, then your heart when the instructor turned to look at you.

"That's enough for today, Megumi... go hang out with your sister," he uttered, not taking his eyes off your form as you slowly got up.

Noticing the tension in the room, Megumi left, but not without a bit of hesitance before doing so. After Megumi closed the door, the room went dead silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Did you really help him train, Y/n?"

"I-I..."

You didn't know what to say. Consumed with shock, you only stood there, fiddling with the fabric of your clothes. How do you explain you've not only hidden the fact that you had total control of your cursed technique but also the fact you had been masking your cursed energy ever since you were a little girl– that's why he had never picked up on it when you were kids or when you were students.

"I'm just messing with you, Y/n. No need to cover for him," Satoru chuckled, "You're too weak after all."

Your eye twitched a little when he uttered those words.

"Excuse me, too weak?" you muttered darkly.

"You might have a cursed technique; however, you were too busy becoming a trophy wife to understand it. I find it hard to believe you had time to learn how to control it, right?" the cocky bastard said in a condescending voice.

Your jaw clenched, but you were not about to lose control– your future depended on it.

" Right," you mumbled, hanging your head low.

"Right," Satoru said in disbelief, "Is that all you have to say?!"

Before you could cut in to say anything, he continued, his voice getting louder.

"Shit! Y/n, you can defend yourself, don't you know that?!" he yelled angrily, "I can't believe I had to marry someone with no spine! Do you just enjoy being treated like shit as long as you get a life of luxury?!"

That is the moment you snapped.

"You know what, Satoru, you're right," you started in a dark tone, "I have been pretty spineless, but I am not living a life of luxury!"

The tall individual was about to interject, but you didn't give him the chance.

"I must hide behind a mask daily to suck up to those old bastards! Oh, and then there is our marriage! Believe me, when I tell you this, Satoru, I was not psyched to get married to you either because it ruined my entire life! I wasn't supposed to be some trophy wife; I was supposed to be a sorcerer, but since our courtship was predetermined since birth, that all went away!" You took a deep breath before continuing, "It fucking sucks to have a husband who has painted you out to be some entitled princess that is nothing but a nuisance, but I guess being married to you is better than being married into any other clan because at least you don't see me as a breeding hole, right?!"

At this very moment, you looked like a crazy person, eyes blown out, your hair messy, your clothes slightly disheveled. You had hardly noticed how close you were to Satoru, but once you did, you sighed heavily and stepped back to leave space between you guys. A moment of silence passing.

"You know, I've been waiting for you to yell at me for the longest time now," Satoru sounded, letting out a small laugh, "now it feels kinda shitty, especially after hearing what you had to say, makes me wonder if it was even worth it."

"Are you saying this was some fucking crappy excuse of a test?" you asked in disbelief.

"No, frankly, I wasn't expecting you to say anything," he said, putting his back against the wall and sliding down it, "I know this might be useless, especially now, but I'm sorry, I had no idea that you were going through all that crap."

You sighed and took a seat next to him before giving him a response.

"Yeah, coming out of your mouth at this point in time, it sounds like bullshit," you let out a small laugh, "But thanks for making an effort to apologize."

Satoru chuckled as he leaned against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to say; he was still processing the past twenty minutes.

"So what are we going to do now?" you asked as you looked off into space.

There was a moment of silence; however, this time, it wasn't suffocating; the silence was comforting for the first time in a while. You and Satoru couldn't remember the last time silence felt nice. It stayed like that for a while, the comfort too great to break.

"Let's start over."

You looked over at Satoru, a look of confusion on your face.

"What do you mean?" you asked, still lost on his meaning.

"What I mean is, let's start from square one, as none of this had ever happened. Let's try to be an actual married couple, a non-dysfunctional one."

"How would we do that?" you questioned, unsure of where to start.

"Maybe we should start with a proper introduction; we never got the chance to do that," Satoru said, turning towards you and extending his hand, "Hello, my name is Gojo Satoru, and I really like sweets."

You snorted as you turned to face him.

"Hi, I'm L/n Y/n, and I read a lot," you said as you went to shake his extended hand, but he pulled it back before you could.

"Try again."

"What's wrong with the introduction I just gave?"

"I want you to say your current name– I've been referring to you as L/n Y/n for a long time now, and tell me something I don't know," he said, a knowing look on his face.

It took a little while to comprehend what he meant, but you eventually got it. When you did get it, however, you were a little shocked but still gave in.

"Hi, I'm Gojo Y/n, and I have a really annoying brother."

You reached out your hand slowly to make sure Satoru wouldn't pull his hand out. Once your hand was close enough for him to not do so, you grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I thought you loved your brother," Satoru said teasingly.

"I do, but that doesn't mean I don't find him annoying every once in a while," you stated, rolling your eyes at his teasing.

You were so caught up in your small talk you hadn't noticed how Satoru laced your hands together until you felt a tug at your hand. Looking at your appendages, you began questioning what had transpired a few hours ago. It felt like a relieving dream where you didn't have to hide behind a mask anymore, one where your brother wasn't the only person who knew the true you.

"Are we really going to make this work, Satoru?" you asked, slightly conflicted.

"It won't be easy, but I think we can. For right now, we'll take it slow, starting off as friends," he said, looking down at your hands, "Or maybe a little more if that's what you want; we are married, after all."

Your entire life, you had seen Satoru as a roadblock to the plan you had set out for yourself, but at this instant, you could care less about your objective.

"Yeah, it'll work out, but can we just enjoy the silence right now?"

Satoru turned to look at you, noticing your soft expression. He would be lying if he had said this had not been the first time he'd seen you like this. He wanted to enjoy this side of you more, so he answered your question softly, not wanting to disturb the current atmosphere.

"Yeah, we can enjoy the silence for a bit longer."

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #jjk angst #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru x y/n #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction

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merakiui · 2 years

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Mera!! do u have any thoughts about yan Jamil and yan Trey? I'm interested in hearing it!!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, manipulation, hypnosis, drugging, mention of poisoning, dubious implications)

Trey comes off as the kind upperclassman/older brother figure. He’s helpful and insightful, always the one with a brilliant solution to every little thing. He’s constantly looking out for you, reminding you of things you may have forgotten. You’re relieved he’s there to keep you on track during the days where you’re particularly forgetful or in a rush and can’t make a mental note of every important task. Most days it really feels like he’s your sibling, what with how brotherly his treatment of you is. But you know that Trey means well.

He’ll bake all sorts of sweets for you if you ask, but everything is in moderation. You can’t eat too much of something sweet otherwise you’ll feel sick and you’ll be at risk of cavities. But on very special occasions, he will bake your favorite treat and he’ll make it look very pretty and flawless so that you’re impressed when he presents it to you. You can never go wrong with Trey’s baking. It’s always delicious and it lifts your mood whenever you eat one of his pastries.

Blindly trusting him and the food he makes isn’t very smart, though. Trey could very well sneak something into that little, unassuming pastry—a sleeping potion, a love potion, an aphrodisiac, anything really—and you’d have no clue as you devour the treat as per usual, unaware of what lies within the center of the sweet. And luckily for him, his unique magic allows him to mask the unpleasant taste of any sort of drug or potion with that of your favorite food. It’s his parlor trick, something that works surprisingly well whenever he wishes to have you all to himself, incapacitated for just a little while. You’ll be too sleepy to remember anything anyways.

But you can trust him! He means you no harm, truly. He’d probably resort to drugging you if he knew you weren’t taking care of yourself. Therefore he’ll slip a sleeping potion in your food and you’ll be knocked out for a few hours, where he’ll tuck you in his bed and make sure you’re very comfortable. You deserve to rest up and he’ll stay at your bedside if he isn’t too busy, watching your peaceful expression as you dream of wonderful things.

You really won’t see it coming. Trey’s too kind to harbor such darkness…or so you initially thought.

- - -

In your eyes Jamil is average. This is due to the image he’s cultivated for himself. He doesn’t wish to stand out and he’s actually glad he manages to fit into the background most days. That way you won’t know he’s pulling all sorts of strings behind your back, doing what he can to get closer to you without actually approaching you. He wants to have you all figured out before he decides to speak to you. He’ll judge your character and whether or not you’re truly a good person. Are you just pretending, or did you actually mean it when you offered to help him prepare yet another feast when Kalim invited you to Scarabia for a slumber party? Did you have any ulterior motives in mind? What sort of person are you?

Jamil’s not really sure why he cares so much about you or your hobbies or everything related to you, but he does and there’s no denying his attraction. You’re a breath of fresh air at this school—a magic-less anomaly in a magic academy. Who would have thought. It’s an interesting predicament. When you’re compared to some of the most proficient mages at NRC, you’re below average. You hardly compare, and yet you’ve made such a name for yourself here. Jamil supposes it’s inevitable when trouble seems to cling to you, always finding a way to disrupt your casual school life.

Jamil, on the other hand, remains as he always has: average. A face in the crowd. Quiet. Unassuming. He watches you and Kalim talk and eat and play games whenever you visit Scarabia, and when you beckon him over with an eager gesture he feels…happy. Wanted. Appreciated. Maybe you really are just a genuine person. Maybe you see through him and, despite every flaw you may find, you accept him for who he is and treat him as a friend nevertheless.

But maybe you really are gullible, peering at the world through strawberry-colored lenses, otherwise it wouldn’t be so easy to manipulate and hypnotize you into doing the things he wants. It starts small and he’s very meticulous about when and where he decides to hypnotize you. After all, he can’t use too much of his magic, but he also wants to condition you into accepting him when you aren’t under his control. And if your mind won’t learn, then your body certainly will.

Provide Jamil with your love and companionship and he won’t feel the need to do anything rash. Not that he’d actually consider poisoning or hurting you. But if push comes to shove… If he needs to show you just how cruel the world is, teach you an unforgettable lesson… For once, he’s thankful for Kalim and his boundless empathy. If you’re ever sick, Kalim insists that Jamil take care of you, especially if you fell ill while at Scarabia. He leaves it all to Jamil, and for once that’s okay. He doesn’t mind caring for you, assisting you, cooking for you. It’s because he loves you that he’ll go to these lengths.

So say you love him as well. If not, he has no problem forcing the words out of you.

#twisted chit chat #yandere trey clover #yandere jamil viper #yandere twst

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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sie-rui · 3 years

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Could you write a headcanon about Mikey, kazutora, mitsuya and takemichi if we we're a married couples and already have kids

❀ MARRIED LIFE | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano manjiro, hanemiya kazutora, mitsuya takashi 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, family, established relationship, au - everyone lives / nobody times, timeline: future, headcanon 📅 august 07, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, similar: honey, i'm pregnant

the boys with their wife and child. life isn't always easy but it is so, so perfect.

. . . SANO MANJIRO

☆ Manjiro had truly didn’t expect that he would actually get married.

☆ He genuinely thought that he was going to be leading Toman until the day he dies.

☆ He said so to Shinichiro when he was fifteen and his older brother only shook his head.

“You’ll get it when you meet the one.”

☆ But then he met you and Mikey literally can’t stop thinking about his future and the fact that he can’t live without you in it.

☆ So you got married.

☆ And everything was fine and dandy and domestic and Mikey just wants to melt in your arms as the two of watch a movie together in your shared home, way past midnight since it was your day off tomorrow and Mikey already planned on not showing up at the shop.

☆ Then, you got pregnant.

☆ Mikey is a good father, even though he honestly just wings everything most of the time.

☆ Oh, you can’t tie your shoelaces? Don’t worry, he doesn’t as well, that’s why he wears boots and sandals, never sneakers. Go ask your mom instead how to do that.

☆ The baby is crying? Trust Mikey to toss them up and down because he doesn’t know what to do. Miraculously, it works?? And you fear for your life because now you have two insane babies in your life (Mikey obviously being the first one).

"Y/n, what the fuck am I supposed to do?! She isn’t stopping! Oh God she isn’t stopping! Is she hungry? Is her diaper full? Dammit, I’ll just toss her or something."

☆ Mikey loves feeding your child when they were younger… maybe even when they got older because he always insists on having dinner together, usually trying to get home in time.

☆ When you aren’t looking, he sneaks in candies and snacks to your child right before dinner.

"Don’t tell mommy." "She's right behind you, Dad."

☆ Rather than having a child and a husband, it feels more of having two children. Not that you’re complaining because the only times you actually see Mikey the most comfortable with none of his walls up, it’s when he’s with the two of you.

"My queen and my little princess."

☆ Manjiro definitely taught your child the ways of beating people up and winning a fight when they were five. That proud look on his face whenever your little baby gets the katas right.

☆ Mikey loves you and he loves your child and he will do everything and anything just for the two of you.

. . . HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

☆ Kazutora had always found kids fascinating, he wanted one of his own as well.

☆ But he also knew that having children is no easy job. It’s not something to be decided for fun, it’s a responsibility that requires nothing but determination and love. A child will always look up to their parents.

☆ Kazutora had been anxious. What if he would be just like his father? Like his mother? Forced to take sides, forced to cower, his child would be forced to be just like him when he was younger?

☆ These thoughts just continue to rise just like his heartbeat when you found out that you were pregnant. His dear wife is pregnant, with his child, with their child.

"Am I capable of being a good father?"

☆ But when he held his newborn child for the first time, it felt as if all of his worries washed away as a tear or two trails down his cheek to see a baby with the same eyes as him.

☆ Kazutora would be so eager to learn everything he could about taking care of a child and watching them as they grow up.

☆ He did accidentally drank the milk from the bottle on the first time he had to make one, not knowing how else to check it.

"Tasted horrible. Are you sure she should be drinking this?"

☆ Throughout the years, Kazutora would spoil his baby so much. Along with you, of course. Don’t get jealous.

☆ Kazutora is a little more laidback, he just doesn’t want to restrict his child so much, wanting them to experience their childhood more—something he didn’t exactly got.

☆ The kind of dad who doesn’t trust babysitters. He just can’t just let anyone watch over his baby okay! Especially not Baji. Chifuyu is still acceptable. It’s a different story though if Chifuyu is with Baji, that’s a big NO.

☆ Because of his… well, overprotectiveness, you got influenced by it too.

☆ Almost didn’t want to let your child go to kindergarten.

☆ Actually really soft for your child. He almost all the time sides with them instead of you.

"Y/n, don’t you think that’s too much?"

☆ Might even give you that pitiful look so that you’ll let him take your dear child out and have fun together.

☆ Kazutora values his time with you as well though. He doesn’t like leaving you alone as well, reminding you how much he loves you every now and then through words but always showing it whenever he can.

☆ I think that Kazutora would treasure his family so much just like how he treasured Toman, how he treasured Mikey who brought him in and introduced him to what a family really is.

☆ Kazutora definitely opened up more after your little family became a member of three instead of two.

. . . MITSUYA TAKASHI

☆ A family man, don’t try to fight me on this.

☆ Getting married and starting a family was never his top priority, he wanted to have an actual job with a stable salary first to support his family (if he ever had one).

☆ When Mitsuya was finally satisfied with himself and felt as if his career wasn’t ending soon, he got married to you almost immediately.

☆ The child came as a surprise almost a year later though.

☆ The moment you said your period was supposed to be two weeks ago, Mitsuya just knew.

"Two weeks ago? And how are you feeling? Any changes that I should know of?"

☆ Because there definitely is something.

☆ Still, when it was made official, Mitsuya just stood there, still trying to process everything as if he had no idea that this would happen.

☆ Also another one that would have teared up when he first held his child. (I’m pretty sure at this point, every one of the boys are just going to tear up.)

☆ He just didn’t envision that he’ll be a father so soon, and of a cute child that had the same features as his love did as well.

☆ Teaches his child values the moment he could because he isn’t going to let his babies turn into shrewd people. They’re going to be proper adults two decades from then, Mitsuya’s going to make sure of that.

"Baby, when someone is being mean, you have to be a bigger person. Unless they hurt you, don’t be afraid to hit them back."

☆ Sometimes, you can only laugh at his serious expression whenever your child isn’t looking. He’s definitely trying to imagine an older version of your baby, making friends, doing good at school, doing what they love and being happy. Mitsuya’s also going to make sure that that day will come.

☆ Present in all parent-teacher meetings, field trips, sports day, science fair, school festivals, you name it. He’s always there no matter the event and the day. Oh he has to be in a meeting to sign a contract that day? Fuck that. He’s the boss of himself.

"What did they say to you? I’ll speak to their parents and your teacher."

☆ Wholly supportive, as long as you’re fine with it and no one’s going to get hurt or arrested, then he’s good with it.

☆ He has his own rules though and it’s almost a surprise when your child turned into this sweetheart with Mitsuya’s guidance and love. A building can only be made if there is a strong foundation after all.

☆ Sets an example to his kids, really.

☆ Mitsuya just loves spending time with his family whenever he can.

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The Flag of Justice ~ Adrian Chase x Flag!Reader

A/N ~ The longest project i’ve ever worked on for Tumblr or writing in general. Please be nice about this, it’s taken forever. Thank you to two special people @bvcksmurdock and @spcemi who have helped me through this whole process and been encouraging.

Summary: In 2010, Rick Flag was sent on a mission by the military to infiltrate a secret operation. While doing so, Flag found a 13-year-old who he took in as his own. It turns out Y/N, the kid, was given telepathy by the scientists at the secret operation. For their safety, Rick decides to help them conceal this found power. Eleven years later, Y/N Flag, who works with ARGUS is told by Waller that Rick Flag has died on the field. However, Waller names Chris Smith as the hero who tried to save Rick instead of killing him. Y/N Flag agrees to help lead Project Butterfly and keep the man who ‘saved’ Rick out of prison.

Warnings: Typical Peacemaker Dialogue & Violence | Talk of Illegal Experimentation on Minors | Mention of Past Capture & Torture | This will not go completely with the Peacemaker show's plot or the events of TSS movie

Word Count: 11K

2010, Gotham City

Colonel Rick Flag was not supposed to be on this mission. This mission was supposed to be taken care of by General Robert Dubois, but as usual, the two were called to team up. The mission was referred to as Project U, an infiltration of a secret organization of scientists called Universals. They believed that they could give everyone superhuman abilities.

These scientists had decided to kidnap over twenty young girls and boys to experiment on. Rick and Robert’s job was to bring a team of operatives to shut down this organization and take any children out. What this team didn’t expect was the building to explode before they even set foot inside.

The rubble from the explosion covered almost everything in the lab. Every single piece of evidence was destroyed. Rick picked over bits and pieces, but there was barely anything salvageable. The mission was supposed to go a lot different, but apparently, there was a mole in the system. Before the colonel could look through any more broken machines, he saw something move in the corner of the room.

“Dubois, get your ass in here!” Rick called through his comms.

Rick heard a short on the way through his com and made his way over to the figure. There was no way a human could have survived this explosion. Moving a few large pieces of concrete Rick was met with the face of a child. They couldn’t have been older than 13. The child’s face was full of fear.

“I’m here boss!” Rick turned his head when he heard his teammate.

Robert was shocked when he saw the small child, you, looking up at Rick. The two men had no idea what to do. How did you out of everyone else survive?

‘I want to go home.’ Rick jumped out of his skin when he heard words uttered into his mind.

“What is it, mate?” Robert was concerned for his friend after watching his face go pale.

“They spoke to me.” Rick turns around to Robert. “They spoke to me…in my mind.”

“You think those experiments the Universals did work?” Robert looked towards you.

Rick didn’t answer, he only brought his hand towards yours. Shakily, you returned the gesture until he was able to take hold of your hand.

“I’m going to help you. Everyone else is gone. It’s just me, you, and Dubois. Just us.” Rick slowly lifted you.

“Just us.” You repeated as you slowly stood with Rick.

2011, Midway City, Louisiana

It had been a year since Rick Flag had found you in the rubble of all you’ve known. The Universals had decided it was more beneficial if they took your memories. You still knew basic knowledge, but nothing more than that. No memories of family, friends, or even childhood.

You a blank slate when you came out of the explosion. Rick had been caring for you since that day. He was like an older brother to you, someone you could lean on when you needed it. Rick was the only one that cared for you, and you were the only one that cared for him.

Rick had asked his parents if you could stay with them, but they weren’t a big fan of your powers or how ‘weird’ you were as they put it. So, Rick packed his bags and found a nice two-bedroom house for the two of you. He found a job working with an organization called A.R.G.U.S and hasn’t looked back.

Today was a special day for both of you. Rick was going to adopt you officially, or at least you were going to take his last name. It made a lot of things easier and allowed you to have a completely new life. One far away from the torture and trauma you endured when you were young. Signing the papers brought tears to your eyes and it made you realize you finally have a family.

2021, Belle Reve

It was supposed to be a great day. Rick was supposed to get back this afternoon from his mission, and you two were going to celebrate your birthday together. You were turning 24. A milestone you would have never thought you were going to get to.

Over the years, you had stuck by Rick’s side just like an annoying younger sibling. Rick didn’t mind though, he thought it was his purpose to help you and watch you grow. It was like he was the overprotective brother who just wanted the best for you.

The one thing Rick couldn’t help you with though was the superhuman abilities that were given to you. They often overwhelm you, but you have found different ways to calm them. Whether you need to roll a joint, or get into a quiet closed-off room, the voices would eventually go away.

Once Rick had ended up dating a woman, June, who had superhuman abilities just like you. But, she was just a ploy from Waller to get Rick invested in her suicide squad. The suicide squad had helped Rick understand you better though. Understand what superhuman people can go through when their powers get out of hand.

You had learned to best describe your abilities like telepathy. Reaching into someone's mind and reading their thoughts. You were also able to communicate via mind-linking with someone, which you find to be a very intimate experience.

Though Rick tried his best to keep you a secret, Waller found out about you eventually. You were her new ploy to keep Rick doing missions for ARGUS. Every time he would almost pull back, she would remind him of “the sweet child that you have at home with special abilities I would love to use to my advantage”. Rick had no choice but to let Waller play him like a puppet.

Rick’s heart sunk the day you started working for the same shitty organization he does. It’s one thing when he has to go home with the guilt of this shit show, but now you are right here with him. Rick didn’t say anything though. The first thing Rick told you when you graduated was that you could do anything you wanted. You chose to work at the same organization with him as an agent.

Rick knew he wasn’t going to make it home from this mission. That was why he told Waller that you didn’t need to be on the behind-the-scenes team for this mission. For once in her life, Waller complied with Rick’s order. You have spent the past week working behind a desk, itching to do something.

You knew something was wrong the moment Waller entered your office. You were just about to clock out for the night, but you were interrupted by the woman walking through the door. She had a solemn look on her face as she faced you.

“Y/N. I have something I need to tell you.” Waller sat down on your desk softly.

“Did they succeed?” You ask staring blankly at the black monitor in front of you.

“What?”

“I need to know if the team succeeded before you tell me your…news” You take a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, they did.”

You broke down after she finished saying that. That was all you needed to hear. You knew exactly what happened, you could feel it through the mind link you had with Rick. But, you didn’t want to believe it. Believe the man who adopted you, raised you, he was gone.

“You need to know something though. I need you to know that Christopher Smith, Peacemaker, tried everything he could, but he couldn’t stop Bloodsport from killing Flag.” With that Waller walked away.

You went frigid as you heard those words. Dubois tried to kill Flag? And a man named Peacemaker tried to save him? You owed this Chris guy a huge thank you.

Present Day

It’s been almost six months since Rick passed away, and it’s still hard to come home to an empty house. Your routine would never feel the same again, and you had no one to blame, but one of his best friends, Robert Dubois. What a dick.

You sipped from an almost empty beer in your living room when you got a call. You glanced at the number to see it was none other than Waller. Taking a sip of your beer, you answered the call.

“Waller?” You spoke on the phone.

“Flag, it’s nice to speak with you. I hope your short vacation is doing you well.”

Waller had given you two weeks off after you had gone off at someone after they made a joke Rick used to make a lot.

“Yes, it is. Is there anything you need?” You tried your best to keep your positive tone.

“There is actually. I have a mission called Project Butterfly. It has been underway for a few days now, but I think that the team could use your skills.”

“Look-”

“Before you say anything.” Waller cuts you off. “This mission will help Peacemaker from going back to prison. Harcourt, Murn, and Economos are on the mission as well. Think about it and get back to me.”

Before you could respond Waller had already hung up the phone.

–

You had agreed after a night of thinking on it. Being able to work with your friends and the man who saved Rick was practically a dream come true for an agent like yourself. Getting on the first flight you could, you headed to Evergreen, Washington. You had heard that it was a quaint town, but you knew it had to be anything but.

While sitting on the plane you got a few texts from Harcourt telling you what hotel you were staying at. You sent back a thumbs-up emoji and strapped in for Evergreen. The flight was smooth, and so was the ride over to the hotel you were staying at. You were going to be sharing a room with Harcourt, which you didn’t mind because she’s a close friend.

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” Harcourt smiled as you entered your shared hotel room.

“Nice to see you too, Emilia. Care to explain what Project Butterfly is?” You raise an eyebrow.

“None of us know. All we know is that we have our first mission today.” Emilia sighs. “I’ve tried to get Murn to spill details, but he won’t budge.”

“He’s always been so secretive, I wonder what he’s hiding.” You inquire.

“Who knows. Maybe he’s got a bug in his brain.” Harcourt rolls her eyes.

–

You get a ride with Harcourt to an abandoned video store that is the team's headquarters. You open the door to the store and the first thing that hits you is the stench of death.

“God, it smells like shit.” You cough.

“You’ll get used to it.” John Economos is sitting at a desk to the side.

“Nice to see you too, John.” You roll your eyes, placing your bag on one of the clear desks.

“What? Even the new person gets a nice desk?” You look over at a younger woman who groans.

“Do you want to trade?” You ask her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just bitching. It’s nice to meet you, your name is Agent Y/N, right?” The woman stands up and reaches out her hand.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you..”

“Adebayo.” The woman, Adebayo smiles at you.

“Are we ready?” A man walks in with Peacemaker. “Oh, Y/N, it’s good to have you on our team. Chris, this is agent Y/N, Waller sent them.”

You give a soft wave and smile towards Chris and he grins your way. You have to admit the man is very intimidating in person. Looking back towards Murn you feel something off about the man. Trying to subtly get into his head doesn’t seem to be working, and that makes you very wary.

Economos breaks the awkward moment by shoving past you with large duffel bags. Harcourt and an eagle follow, but Chris is quick to drag the eagle back inside. He seems to be scolding it as you walk out with your equipment. You watch as Economos opens the back of a large van.

While the team of six places their equipment in the van you take a mental sweep of everyone’s mind. It’s something that comes easy to you, almost like breathing. It helps you calm down and check on everyone. The mental sweep also helps you keep your powers in check and warm them up for the mission ahead.

After checking through everyone's head, except for Murn’s who you can’t read, you speak with Harcourt. You were about to ask her a question when you saw a flash of blue and black show up from behind a trash can.

“Hey!” Harcourt calls out.

“What?” The masked man yells back.

“Ah fuck, that’s just Vigilante.” Chris groans.

“Do you know him?” You ask Chris, while you subtly pick his mind.

Chris doesn’t know his identity, but it seems he had a good time with Vigilante yesterday. You turned to Chris with a look of disgust before looking back at the Vigilante.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Harcourt yells his way.

Vigilante turns to leave but stops mid-way when Harcourt yells and makes his way back over. He begins to ramble off again and explains that he just wants to protect his “best friend” Peacemaker.

One thing that catches you off guard about the man is that you can easily read his mind. It’s something that reminds you a lot of what you could do with Rick. When you had a mind link with someone. You know just from looking at Vigilante that his name is Adrian Chase and he has to work tonight, but he is going to cancel to follow the van.

Although that should be concerning to you, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Once you got into the van and made your way to your mission, you learned the true stakes of this ‘Project Butterfly’. The six of you were making your way over to a political figure's house to kill him…and possibly his family.

This caused outrage by Chris, and you respected him greatly for that. It reminded you that this was a man who tried his best to save Rick. He did all he could. Those five words kept your spirits high whenever you thought about Rick’s last moments.

“Y/N?” Harcourt nudged your leg.

“Mmm?” You look at her.

“We are here.”

You look around and notice that everyone is getting the van set up. Jumping out, you look over at Chris who is shakily drawing something on his gun. He curses as he throws the sharpie and grabs his gun. You open your equipment and get out your twin knives.

It turns out that waiting for a family of four to arrive at a house was a lot more boring than it seemed. You had been sent with Harcourt and Chris to keep a watch. The most the three of you had seen was a squirrel to which Chris said that the team should have been called project squirrel instead of project butterfly.

Harcourt had gone to the bathroom, and you waited patiently with Chris. It didn’t take long for the bush beside you guys to start rustling. You didn’t have to even see him know it was Vigilante from his…brain waves? To put it kindly, they were unlike any you have experienced before.

You knew that Chris didn’t know Vigilante’s real identity, so you chose to stay quiet while they spoke. Chris spoke to Vigilante trying to get him to go away, but he was stuck on staying with you two. He wanted to make sure Peacemaker was safe, and that weirdly warmed your heart. You could understand just wanting to make sure someone was safe.

“Who are you?” You looked at Vigilante with wide eyes.

“Me?”

“Yea, there’s no one else out here right now.” Vigilante said in a smart-ass tone.

“I’m Y/N. I’m working with Chris right now.” You smile.

“Oh, that’s cool. You are pretty, or handsome, or whatever compliment you want.” Vigilante tries to put his hand on a tree to look cool, but misses it and falls.

You laugh at his stumble and Harcourt walks up right after the incident. She argues with Vigilante for a moment before everyone’s alerted the family is at the home. It turns out they have a bodyguard called Judo Master who Chris simply laughs at.

It takes a while, but eventually, Chris gets a clean shot of the family, but he just can’t take the shot. You were about to offer, but Vigilante offers to take it instead and shoots three of the four family members. While he tries to shoot the last, he’s kicked by none other than Judo Master.

After a long fight, with Judo Master, you were knocked out along with Harcourt, while Vigilante and Chris were dragged away. Murn and Adebayo found you and Harcourt. The four of you were now on the hunt for Vigilante and Chris who seemed to be in the house.

Infiltrating the house didn’t take long, and soon you were going room to room looking for the two men. Eventually, Harcourt found out the two were underground. Adebayo was able to find the secret entrance, and after a large explosion knocked Murn out, the three of you were able to scramble to get the men.

When you arrived, you saw that Goff had his head blown to bits and Judo Master was nowhere to be seen. Vigilante was without a shoe, and his toe looked in terrible shape while Chris looked just a little beaten up and…Cheeto dust on his cheek?

The seven of you made your way into the van with Judo Master in Economos’ hands. He had defeated the man by beating him unconscious. Placing into the back of the van, Chris shut the door and the van began to drive back to headquarters. You had taken a seat in between Harcourt and Vigilante, who was currently complaining about his half cut-off toe.

“Dude, I promise you will be able to walk. Here, let me start patching you up.” You smiled at the masked man beside you and began to get onto the van floor.

“Oh, thank you! You know Chris has never done something like this for me. I don’t think anyone has done something like this for me before. That makes you special.” You blush at Vig’s words.

“Glad to be the first to patch you up, Vig.” You grab the first aid kit.

“I have a question, Y/N?” Vigilante looks down at you.

You made a hum for him to continue.

“Are you free after this?”

“What?” You freeze.

“Chris and I have this huge place in the woods that we use as our shooting range. Do you maybe want to go there with me, you know, if we survive all this shit?” You don’t have to read Vig’s mind to know he just asked you on a date.

“I would love that.”

You knew that you were lying, you couldn’t stay after this mission, but you didn’t want to hurt the guy after his toe was almost cut in half. The thoughts of kissing you coming from Vigilante’s mind were far too loud for you to ignore. You could feel him smile under his mask as your cheeks heated up.

“Guys come on, we are right here.” Chris groans. “You know I hate relationship shit.”

The two of you quieted down after that. You made quick work of Vigilante’s toe and slowly put his boot back on.

“If you guys are done, I have a question. What are we going to do with him?” Harcourt gestures to Judo Master.

Before anyone can speak, Vigilante and Chris are already cocking their guns and pointing them toward the man.

—

When you got back to the headquarters, everyone unpacked and you grabbed your specific equipment. Chris and Vigilante grabbed their gear, taking off towards Chris’ father's house to grab more helmets. Adebayo had decided to help Economos secure Judo Master, and Murn was in his office per usual.

That left you and Harcourt, who had decided to sneak some alcohol into the old video store. She poured the liquid into two water bottles and handed you one. After getting fairly tipsy with the blonde, you decided it wouldn’t do any harm in confiding in her.

“Harcourt, can I tell you something?” You glanced at the woman.

“Sure, I can’t tell you that I will care though.” She sipped from her bottle.

“I can read minds.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Harcourt was now staring at you, with her full attention.

“Rick found me when I was 13, I was experimented on. I can read minds, I could read yours right now. I chose not to though because it can be draining for me. Some people are easier to read, especially if I have a mind-link with them.”

You spill the words without a care knowing that you could hate yourself for it tomorrow.

“A mind-link? What is that?” Harcourt had no idea what was going on.

“I had one with Rick, it’s like a strong emotional connection. It allows me to read someone's thoughts far easier than usual. For example, I think I have a mind link with Vigilante. The first time we met him when he was behind the trash can I could read his mind. It was…loud.”

“I would guess so. Go back a second though, what do you mean Rick found you? I thought you were like his sister.” Harcourt takes a deeper sip of her drink.

“Rick adopted me a while after he found me. Said he saw something good in me, whatever that meant. He knew about my powers, but he kept it a secret, especially around Waller. She found out anyway though, it was her way of keeping him going through mission after mission. I’m just thankful Rick had someone like Chris there on his last mission.” You smile thinking of the two together.

Harcourt sits up at that.

“What do you mean?”

“When Waller told me about Rick’s death, she told me about what happened. I can’t believe that Robert Dubois would kill his best friend. What brought me comfort though was knowing that Chris did everything he could to try and save him. I heard he even fought Robert until he was shot by him as well.”

Harcourt stands up quickly from her seat, the chair scraping across the floor.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You watched as your friend stumbled into the bathroom. Shit, you are going to feel terrible in the morning.

Harcourt stares at her reflection in the mirror with a frown. How could Waller stoop as low as to tell you that Dubois killed Rick and not Chris? It was clear that she just wanted to set up this team from the start and the news of Chris killing Rick would have just ruined it all.

The blonde knew she couldn’t tell the team about this information though. She was sure Murn knew, but Chris could not know that Y/N thinks he’s a hero, let alone Rick Flag’s hero. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if Chris knew that the agent’s last name was Flag. That’s not even mentioning that you just told Harcourt that you had abilities.

Sure Harcourt has dealt with abilities before, but she had no idea they could be easily hidden. Though you did explain to her how hard it was to keep them hidden. In the grand scheme of things, your powers didn’t matter though. Nothing would matter if you don’t stop the butterflies.

Harcourt is broken out of her thoughts by a knock at the bathroom door. It was you. The team had come back with some interesting news. Economos had framed Chris’ father and he’s now in prison. Now Chris was on his way to the prison to talk to his dad, which was not a good thing.

You barely kept up with all of the information in your tipsy state. All you knew was that Economos had fucked up and you were all taking a yelling for it. Adebayo had agreed to go after the man, and you decided it was the perfect time to take a nap at the back of the office.

When Adebayo came back into the office, you were a lot more aware of your surroundings. She had told the group that Vigilante had landed himself in jail. It caused Murn to once again yell at the team calling all of you the apple dumpling gang, causing Economos to laugh.

“I can hack the system and get Vigilante out, what’s his name?” Economos looked at the four of you.

“Adrian Chase.” You replied without hesitation.

“How the fuck do you know that?” Adebayo looked at you questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it.” You glance over at Harcourt who gives you an encouraging smile.

“And…he’s out!” Economos cheers. “Who’s going to pick him up.”

“I’ll do it.” You suggest.

“I’ll go with you.” Harcourt grabs her keys.

The drive to the prison was short but filled with comfortable silence. Enough silence to allow you to think about what has happened. You wanted to apologize to Harcourt, but you aren’t sure what you would be sorry for. Spilling your deepest secrets? Having abilities in general?

It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle your liquor and told everyone you had abilities while drunk. You guessed that you told her because you needed someone to know. Flag was the only one. He was the only one who ever knew of your telepathy. You needed someone else to know, and you assumed that someone else was now Harcourt.

But then there was the other person you needed to think about. Adrian Chase or the Vigilante has become a part of Project Butterfly. There was something about him that you couldn’t shake from your mind. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a mind-link with him without even trying. Or perhaps the way you easily said yes after he asked you out after all of this was over.

Adrian was charming, but you’ve never seen his face, which is causing you anxiety. You were about to see his face for the first time and you had no idea what you were expecting. Harcourt could feel your legs moving up and down nervously, but she opted not to say anything. The less she said the easier this would be. She could tell there was more than meets the eye between you two.

Harcourt finally parked the car and you saw a young man walk out of the prison. This moment right now would change you forever, for better or for worse. Your eyes meet with Adrian’s for the first time and something…happens. You wouldn’t say it was bad, but it was something. It was like a breath of fresh air, you could finally feel peace when you looked at him.

You moved quickly to the backseat of the car to allow Adrian in the front. But, the man just slug his bag into the front and got into the back of the car with you. When he strapped himself in you could see the redness in his eyes from crying.

“He’s still alive.” Adrian looks over at you.

You can see the pain in Adrian’s eyes at the fact that he let Chris down. You can understand the pain. You feel it every time you think of Rick.

“I’m Adrian.” He’s still looking at you.

“I know.” You say softly.

You knew he would ask about that later, but right now it was the most comforting thing you could say.

“I think I might have made things worse.” A tear falls from Adrian’s eye.

“I know.” You say again, slowly placing your hand on his.

The next day when you showed up at the headquarters their air was tense. Chris was too busy glaring at Economos to even notice that you had sat in between him and Adrian for the meeting. You gave the man a small smile and he gave one back and his cheeks tinted pink before he looked back at Chris. Although it would be easy to read his mind at the moment, you hate invading privacy.

Economos began his PowerPoint about how the butterflies work, but it turns out that he isn’t the best at them. Chris reminded him of that fact every slide, which caused Adrian to laugh with him. You aren’t sure Adrian even knows what he laughing at, but you know how much he looks up to Chris.

After another rude comment from Chris, he begins to blow up at Economos for putting his father in prison. He begins naming random celebrities that Economos could have put in jail instead. When he does that you glance over at Adrian he seems to be lost in thought.

“The cunts from Riverdale, Snookie, Cookie Monster, hell, you could have even put Gut Chase for God’s sake man.” Adrian perks up when Chris says that.

“Hey, don’t bring my brother into this!” You’ve never seen Adrian raise his voice before. It was…terrifying.

“Whatever man, no one cares what you think, you’re just Gut Chase's younger brother anyway.” Chris gets up and storms off.

It was clear that Chris wasn’t pissed at Adrian. He was just upset, and it seemed like Adrian ended up in the crossfire after trying to defend his brother. Everyone gets up after Chris does, Harcourt going after the man.

“We leave in half an hour. Economos, don’t fuck up again.” Murn orders.

No one seems to notice the small sniffle coming from Adrian. You glance over at him, but before you can do anything he’s getting up and moving towards the bathroom. Getting up, you see Adebeyo giving you an encouraging thumbs up to which you return one at her.

Walking down the hall it wasn’t hard to know that Adrian was in the bathroom. He was talking to himself quietly. You could hear the small murmuring from outside of the door. There was no way he was going to let you in there, so you searched for the lock-pick that you always kept with you.

After getting the door unlocked, you opened it slowly. You could tell that Adrian had been crying for a while by the way his eyes were once again puffy.

“What are you doing?” Adrian asks you as you lock the door to the bathroom back.

“I wanted to talk.”

“Okay…and why are we doing it in a locked bathroom? Are you like, going to kill me–because that would be kind of hot, honestly.” Adrian chuckles, wiping his eyes.

“No…listen. I wanted to ask you about Chris.”

Adrian looked up at you with confusion.

“What about him?”

You took a breath before continuing.

“Is he always this mean to you?”

“What do you mean?” Adrian began to subconsciously fiddle with the pockets of his suit.

“I’ve noticed how Chris treats you, and it’s far from how a friend should. I know that you want to defend him by saying that’s how friends are, but they aren’t. I used to have friends like Chris you know. Friends who I thought were just joking when they would pick fun at me for being the runt in my family.”

“Runt? How could you be the runt of your family?”

“My…adoptive brother, Rick Flag was far more talented than I could ever be. That doesn't matter though. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t let Chris say that shit to you. Even if he is your friend. I know it can hurt, deep down.” You didn’t want to let it slip that you could currently feel his pain via your mind link.

“I’m thankful for your concern, Y/N, but you don’t have to worry. I don’t care because I don’t have emotions as people do.” It seemed that Adrian was trying to boast about the fact that he was a psychopath.

You could see right through him. Trying to be as subtle as you could you pried into Adrian’s brain to see what he truly thought. The truth was Adrian Chase did have emotions, but he was too afraid of rejection to ever show them.

“You are a good person, Adrian. I hope you know that.” You smiled at Adrian.

The van ride to the Glan Tai Plant was filled with heavy rock music far too loud for most of the van occupant’s taste. It turns out Economos and Chris were able to share a similarity in their music taste. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the two interact. You couldn’t see Adrian, but he was sneaking glances at your smile with a larger grin on his face.

It didn’t take long for the team to arrive at the plant, and you all got your equipment out ready for whatever you were about to witness. However, everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard a loud buzzing noise. It turns out that Adrian had gotten out a chainsaw and was ready to bring it in with him.

“No! You are not bringing that in there!” You hear Harcourt yell from beside you.

Adrian sighs and turns off the machine.

“Ah, fuck! I’m never gonna kill someone with a fucking chainsaw! It’s total bullshit.” Adrian turns and shuts the van.

“It’s alright Adrian, maybe another day.” You try to cheer him up.

“Yea, maybe one day.” He mumbles.

The team breaks up into two groups. Adebayo and Chris are going into the front with Harcourt and Adrian, and you are going through the back. Although Harcourt doesn’t want to deal with Adrian, she wants to be with you two over Chris.

The three of you make your way into the building as quietly as you can. When you open one of the many cardboard boxes, you realize that the building is a butterfly food warehouse. It seems like there are thousands of boxes of food. After that discovery, the three of you go farther into the building.

The three of you are soon recognized by the butterfly workers and are chased into a large room. You lock the door and let out a sigh of relief until you hear a scream of the word gorilla. That’s when you see Harcourt go flying across the room. Fear seizes up your body, and you aren’t able to do anything, but stand like a statue. Staring at the gorilla, you begin to hyperventilate. This has never happened before on a mission, but then again you have never fought against a giant gorilla.

The gorilla glares at you and roars in anger, ready to charge. You manage to get your arms to move fast enough to cover your face. However, an attack from the gorilla never comes when Adrian rushes in front of you. You look in shock as Adrian is thrown like a rag doll, but he tries his best to recover and get back in front of you.

Before Adrian can fight back the gorilla’s chest suddenly opens into a gory hole. The gorilla falls with a thud and you look behind the gorilla to see Economos who is covered in blood, holding a chainsaw.

–

The ride in the van back to headquarters was full of laughter and happiness. The excitement that occurred during the mission had caused a boost of confidence from Economos, and a light feeling in the air. Everyone was currently dancing to whatever song Chris had decided to put on the radio, including you.

Head bouncing to the tune, you smiled over at Adrian who was currently dancing with his arms. You were so enraptured by Adrian that you missed Harcourt snapping a photo of the team enjoying the moment. It was one of those things that you loved about the team, the fact that you could all just dance after such a strange mission.

It wasn’t long before the team arrived back at the old video store. Murn had announced that the team had the rest of the day off. You were excited just to go home, or your hotel, to sleep off the day. Harcourt had told you she would be there in a bit, so you didn’t wait up for her.

What Harcourt was doing while you took the day off was meeting up with Economos and Adebayo. She had some important information to share before it got out on its own. The two were surprised Harcourt even wanted to see them on their day off. When the two arrived at the bar, the blonde waved them over to her.

“I have something important to tell you two. And I trust that you will keep to yourselves, or at least don’t tell Chris or Vig. You know those two couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives.” Harcourt took a sip of her beer.

“Got it. Lips sealed.” Economos zipped his lips with his fingers.

“Never do that again, Economos. I’m in though, you can trust me not to spill.” Adebayo promised.

“Alright, well as you two know Agent Y/N Flag is on this mission with us. As it turns out, they confided in me letting me know that the reason they agreed was because of Chris. Waller lied to them.” Harcourt took a breath, reassuring her mind this was the right decision.

“Waller told Y/N that BloodSport killed Rick Flag and not Chris. She told them that Chris was the one to try and save Flag instead of vice versa.”

“Holy fuck!” Economos replied.

Adebayo remained silent but seemed to be distraught by what Harcourt told her. She didn’t understand how her mother could tell such a lie.

“What are we going to do?” Adebayo finally spoke.

“Nothing. We can’t do anything about this until we take down the cow. It’s too risky and could compromise this mission. We wait for feelings until after the world is safe.” Harcourt was sure this was the right call.

“I agree. If we tell Y/N about Chris then we might have a dead body on our hands, and no one wants that.” Economos agreed.

The three finished up their drinks and agreed to never speak of this meeting. The less anyone knew about any of this, the better. Harcourt wasn’t even sure that Chris knew Y/N’s last name was Flag, let alone that Waller lied to them.

“Come on, It’s going to be fun!” Adrian dragged you to his car.

“Fine, but if Chris makes fun of you, I’m leaving and taking you with me.” You grumble as you get into the ‘Vigilante Mobile’.

It was the next day and Adrian wanted to take you to Chris’ house to help cheer him up. Chris had been feeling bad ever since his dad went to jail. You always felt that pang in your heart when you knew Chris felt bad. The pang that told you he did everything to save Rick, so you should at least help him.

“Your car smells like weed, do you smoke?” You look over to Adrian.

“No. I can’t believe they legalized that shit…”

You watch intently as Adrian goes on a rant about the American Government. You weren’t paying attention to his words though. His lips were more mesmerizing than you first thought. They were perfect, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

To be honest, you had never kissed someone, but you sure wanted to know what it felt like. Some people may see it as lame to be twenty-five and never have kissed someone. For you though, it was simply a matter of never having time. Being an Agent for ARGUS wasn’t easy, and it gave no free time for you. There was no time for romance, let alone a make-out session.

“Are you okay?” Adrian looks at you.

You jump out of your thoughts, gulping before you answer.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” You smiled.

The two of you made it to Chris’ trailer before long. If America was personified, you were sure it would be Christopher Smith. Good god did that guy like red, white, and blue. It was honestly surprising how dedicated that man was.

After entering Chris’ trailer, you and Adrian learned that he had kept Goff, the butterfly. It was honestly one of the creepiest things you had ever seen, especially when it drew a peace sign on the glass he was stuck in.

You watched in pure comedic shock as Chris and Adrian began to ask the butterfly questions. Then, the butterfly answered the questions and you felt like you were going to lose your mind.

Everything was going fine until Adrian’s phone rang. He picked up and it turned out Murn was warning you three of the police that was currently surrounding the house. Then you heard a large knock at the door.

“Police!” You whipped your head towards the door.

“Shit! We have to go.” You whisper to the men.

Chirs shares with you and Adrian that he has roof access that you and Adrian, who is carrying Goff on his back, climb up. When the three of you get up there, you shimmy your way into a tree.

While up in the tree Adrian manages to slip and fall right onto Goff, who is released in the process. You jump down after him and help him up, running through the forest to his car parked a while away. While you two, soon followed by Chris, begin to maneuver through the forest you subtly begin to use your powers.

Chris and Adrian watch as certain police around them fall with a cry without anything touching them. Looking at you they could see a small spark in your eye but weren’t planning on asking about it. Well, Adrian probably was, but you can easily dodge his questions.

It wasn’t long until the three of you reached Adrian’s car and drove off to headquarters. On the way, Chris tried to call Harcourt, but Adrian threw his phone out of the car. Angrily, Chris takes Adrian’s phone instead, telling Harcourt the situation.

When the three of you arrive, Adrian lets you know that he has to go home. You let him know that it’s fine and make your way inside the headquarters with Chris. When you get there Harcourt and Adebayo are the only two left.

“Well, that sucked.” You sighed, slugging into an empty chair.

“Agreed.” Chris replied.

“I’m glad to see you two back here alive at least.” Harcourt didn’t look up from her computer.

“Yeah, speaking of glad, I’ve been meaning to thank you, Chris.” You look at Chris with a smile.

Adebayo and Harcourt share a look before Chris responds.

“What would you thank me for?”

“Saving Rick Flag. I doubt you know this, but he adopted me at a young age and it means a lot to me that you would try to save him as you did. When Waller told me what you did I was blown away by your bravery, especially to go up against someone like Bloodsport. Even though you weren’t able to save Rick, I still appreciate you trying.”

For the first time in Chris’ life, he was truly speechless. Waller had lied to you, and he didn’t want to deny it. Looking over at Adebayo and Harcourt, it was clear they had already known about this.

“You’re welcome,” Chris said softly.

“Alright, well I'm going to take a page out of Adrian’s book and get some sleep.” You get up from your chair.

“Don’t take a page out of Adrian’s book ever, Y/N.” Harcourt replied.

“That’s probably good advice, too bad I don’t take advice.” You smile, walking out of the old store.

Chris watches you leave, and places his head in his hands.

“What am I going to do?” He whispers to himself.

“Nothing. Just like I told everyone else, we can deal with Waller’s damage after we defeat this cow, not before. Whatever personal issues you have right now can wait, Chris. Especially if it’s personal issues with a teammate.” Harcourt replied to Chris’ rhetorical question.

“Don’t take it too hard, Chris. You didn’t come up with the lie, Waller did.” That was all Adebayo said before she left.

You didn’t know much about Chris’ father, but you did know he was a terrible man. Auggie Smith was known to most people as the racist vigilante named White Dragon. Chris had let the team know that his father was released from prison and now coming to end him. Vigilante and you were the first two to volunteer to help take down the man, but Chris just wanted to let him be.

Harcourt and Adebayo with the help of Murn let the team know the location of the cow. Before you were able to leave the old store you were stopped in your tracks by a news broadcast from the local police. It seemed that everyone in the police was now compromised by butterflies. Adebayo runs out of the room and Harcourt along with Murn go after her.

That leaves you, Adrian, Economos, and Chris to make their way to escape from the police. Chris decides to play some rock music to ‘get rid of his mood’ while the three of you ride the van. It’s not long into your trip when you feel shaking inside the van. You look over at Adrian, but he doesn’t even have the chance to look back when the van flips.

The four of you groan, getting up slowly while a hole seems to get burned into the side of the vehicle. You watch in shock as the white dragon stands in front of the hole charging up his gauntlet to hit Chris. Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand, barely able to change the blast's directory.

Adrian seems to get his surroundings figured out and grabs the gun beside him. He begins to shoot Auggie enough to get him to back away from the van. You know this can only end horribly, so you steady yourself on your feet and connect your small mind link with Adrian for the first time.

‘Adrian’ You speak into his mind.

Adrian seems to look around for a split second before focusing back on Auggie.

‘There it is’ You hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Looking over you see the large black object and before you can stop him, Adrian is hurling the object in between him and Auggie.

“No!” You yell out.

Time seems to slow down as your powers begin to grow. This always happens when you are emotional. Finally, you can use your powers positively this time.

Directing your telekinesis towards the blast, you can redirect most of the impact onto Auggie rather than Adrian. Of course, you knew his suit would be busted, but that wasn’t your worry right now. Your main focus was keeping him alive.

‘Tree’ was all you could hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear you head towards where Adrian was. Looking near the woods you found Adrian behind a tall tree.

“Good thinking, Adrian.” You bend down to check Adrian’s injuries.

“You were in my head.” Adrian winced while moving to straighten himself.

“Hey, watch it, I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.” You help Adrian.

“How did you do that? You saved me right?”

“Yes. And I need you to keep that little…magic trick between the two of us.” You take Adrian’s mask off slowly to look directly in his eyes.

“Shit! Don’t do that, anyone could see me.” Adrian frantically tries to grab his mask from you.

“Calm down. We are hidden for right now. But I need you to promise me before we get into the car over there.” You nod your head towards the red car.

“Okay, I have calmed down.” Adrian looks you directly in the eyes. “I promise.”

“Good, now let’s get going.” You grab hold of Adrian’s hand.

‘Holy fuck, they’re holding my hand’ Adrian’s thoughts flood your brain making you chuckle.

It wasn’t long after you two found the car that Chris, Economos, and Eagly were able to find you. Adrian thought he was doing Chris a favor by carrying his helmets with us. But as it turns out, Chris’ dad was using them to track him all along. When Chris stopped the car Adrian ran to go piss while Economos and you tried your best to get Eagly to comply.

However, it wasn’t long until you and Economos saw a group of people dressed in white hats making their way toward you. You two took off into the woods, Economos running away, and you going to get Adrian. When you two found Adrian he was currently mid-piss with his pants down.

‘Nice ass’ You comment to Adrian via mind link causing a light blush to cover his cheeks.

“Shut up?” He mumbled.

“I didn’t do anything?” Economos exclaimed, getting up from the ground.

All three of you made your way back to the car and Adrian made quick work of Auggie by decommissioning his suit. Chris then proceeded to beat his father to a pulp before shooting him in the head. The four of you were silent for a long moment after that. Chris softly cried, mourning his father, who he loved.

The four of you then turned your attention to Eagly who was severely injured by the white supremacist group. You kept him in your lap on the ride to the local vet. Harcourt and Adebayo were going to meet you there. You all had a moment of silence in the car after they told you that Murn had passed away.

It didn’t take you long to figure out he was a butterfly when you couldn’t connect with his mind. But, it still hurt to lose someone who was clearly on your side. Someone who cared and loved you all as a team of misfits.

Pulling up to the vet, you four got out and promptly tied up the local vets after they fixed Eagly. You felt bad, but you also understood why you had to. Adrian was currently contemplating whether to kill them or not when Harcourt and Adebayo showed up.

After sorting out the whole situation, you were able to grab Adrian’s hand and drag him off to a free room. It turns out the room had a few kittens in it and you played with one while Adrian stood rigid.

“Are you okay?” You look up at Adrian as you pet one of the cats.

“Yea, I just don’t get why we are in a room alone together?” Adrian asked.

“Well, I am nighty percent sure we are going to die going after that cow, so why not have our date before we do.” You smile.

“Oh…oh!” Adrian’s face heats up when he remembers that he asked you out. “What do you want to do during this date here? I suggest we play…twenty questions!”

“What are we in kindergarten?” You tease Adrian.

“Whatever. Now, what is your favorite color?” Adrian drops to the floor.

And just like that, the two of you played a full game of twenty questions. As time went on the two of you got closer and the kittens began to cuddle in both of your laps.

“That's a good answer! Now my turn, have you kissed someone?” You place your head onto your hand.

“Uhh, Y/N, I’ve done a lot more than kiss someone. One time I and Chris had this chick over and we-”

“Okay! Forget I asked that.” You say with a red face.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” Adrian cocked his head.

You refuse to meet his gaze, suddenly finding the floor more interesting. Adrian brings his hand up to your chin and raises your head.

“It’s okay that you haven’t.” Adrian reassures you.

“I think…if it’s okay with you, I would love to be your first.” Adrian whispers the last part against your mouth before closing the gap.

As your lips met you could feel the mind link connect even further. Your lips molded perfectly as your hand moved up to bring Adrian’s face impossibly closer. You only pulled away when you felt a small spark go off in your mind.

“What was that?” Adrian asked, out of breath.

“I don’t know.” You giggle, still drunk off the kiss.

“Okay, so, we each only have one question left.” Adrian reminds you. “You can go first.”

“Alright, how was the kiss?” You ask genuinely.

“Angel, it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” Adrian smiles brightly when he calls you Angel.

“That’s good to know.” You smile shyly. “Your turn.”

“Alright. So, what are your powers?” Adrian’s eyes brighten.

Time didn’t seem to pass as you spoke to Adrian about your powers. The only part that you kept out was your mind link with him. It was something that could wait until you weren’t in imminent danger.

It wasn’t long before Harcourt burst into the back room and ruined whatever moment you had shared with Adrian. She explained to the two of you quickly that you needed to come back out and help the team. With a small smile, Adrian helped you up and led you out of the room. When you regrouped with the team, the seven of you, Eagly included, decided that Harcourt should be the new leader.

It was a decision that most of you didn’t have a second thought about. She was the smartest of you and it was clear that she was the most mentally stable as well. With a smile, she kept the group morale up with a simple statement.

“Let’s go kill a fucking cow.”

–

All seven of you make your way towards the cow’s location. Harcourt had let you all know the plan and you looked over at Adrian with a reassuring smile before jumping out of the vet’s van. Opening up your equipment case, you took out two large knives. They were only used during special missions, you had gotten them from Rick on your 18th birthday.

You also made sure to grab a pistol, placing it in your holster in your new suit. The suit was gifted to you by Waller. It was quite similar to Bloodsports, but the color scheme was a plum purple, and black. You were nervous for every mission you went on, but this one was far more important than any other than you’ve been on.

After the team loses one of Chris’ helmets by giving it to Eagly, everyone was more irritated than usual. You were just thankful no one was dead yet, and you hadn’t even gotten to the underground base.

Economos was sent into the herd of butterflies instead with Chris’ helmet. While he was making his way inside you, Harcourt, Adrian, and Chris began to shoot down butterflies. Only, there were far more butterflies than expected, and you four were soon outnumbered.

“Chris!” You called out. “Just go! We got this!”

You were lying, but you needed Chris to go and blow up the cow. The man nodded and made his way underground. Who knew Peacemaker would be humanity's last hope.

Watching as Harcourt and Adrian were struggling to defeat the butterflies you knew it was time to use your powers. You could explain them later if everyone survived that is. Without hesitation, you took a breath before you felt power course through your veins.

This time was unlike any other. The power felt stronger, you felt like you had the amount of power of two people. You supposed it was the adrenaline cruising through your veins. Glancing over at Harcourt, you began to snap necks left and right with your telekinesis.

Looking into one of the butterfly's eyes you were able to use telepathy to make him turn against the others. He was now shooting the butterflies with the three of you. Looking over at Adrian you were about to stop one of the butterflies behind him when you felt a pang in your shoulder.

You fell before you were able to even recognize that you were shot. Looking over to your side you were able to stop one bullet from reaching Harcourt before you began to feel tired. You had to keep going though. You had to save Adrian. You had to save Harcourt. You had to…sleep.

–

Brightness was the first thing you saw when you woke up. Blinking a few times you were able to recognize the brightness of the lights above you. It took you some time to realize that you weren’t on a battlefield anymore. You had either been successful or you were taken captive by the butterflies.

“You’re awake.” You heard Chris’ voice beside you.

Looking over you saw Chris and Adebayo beside your…bed? You looked down at your hands and saw the IV sticking out.

“Did we win?” Your throat hurts when you speak.

“Yeah, we won kid.” Chris smiles.

“No thanks to the Justice League.” Adebayo rolls her eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing. The important thing is that we won, and you are alright. I found you, Adrian, and Harcourt down for the count. I was worried when you weren’t responding, but I was nothing compared to Adrian. I thought the guy was going to have a stroke.” Adebayo laughs.

“He was shot just like you but forced everyone else to back off while he carried you to the van. You can say a lot of things about Adrian, but that boy is passionate when it comes to the things he loves.” Chris explains while a smile.

“Speaking of, I’m going to go check on him. I have a press conference in two hours. I’m telling them everything.”

“Wait, what about Harcourt?” You sit up slightly, ignoring the pain in your shoulder.

The two share a glance before looking back at you.

“She’s hurt real bad Y/N. She’s stable, but we don’t know if she’ll be able to walk again.” Chris said softly.

“Oh god. Oh my fucking god.” You just about weep right there on your hospital bed.

“It’ll be alright, I promise,” Chris reassured you as Adebayo left the room.

–

It had been a few hours since Adebayo left and you’d finally been discharged from the hospital. You went to find Adrian, but it turns out he had gone missing from his hospital. That was unsurprising to you because you knew he couldn’t let anyone see his face for too long.

Chris was currently driving you to your hotel to grab your stuff before you left Evergreen. Rock music played softly as you looked out of the car window to the city passing by. Chris glanced over at you and took a deep breath. He had to tell you the truth sooner or later, and it seemed like sooner was best.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” You looked over at Chris.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.”

“You are probably going to hate me after this, but I need to tell you the truth.”

“Chris, what are you talking about?”

“Just…let me finish, okay? Waller–she lied to you. She lied to you about everything. Robert Dubois didn’t kill Rick, and I never saved him.”

“What the fuck? Who killed him then?” You were beyond confused.

Chris remained silent, and you knew that was enough of a confession on its own. You looked at him while tears began to fall down your face. Chris had lied to you this whole time. Harcourt lied to you this whole time, and so did Adebayo, Economos…, and Adrian. Fuck, you were stupid to ever trust anyone.

Before Chris could stop you, the door to the passenger side of the car was unlocked and you were jumping out. You ignored the gnawing pain in your arm as you tumbled to the ground from the car. Chris didn’t stop the car when you did that, he just drove away like you knew he would. What a pussy.

You had been missing for a week. For a week everyone tried everything they could to track you down, but they weren’t able to do it. You left everything behind, at the hotel. There was only one way you could be found. And it was currently in the palm of Adrian’s hand.

You had left a sticky note inside Adrian’s car before you left town. It was parked outside of Fennel Fields and you quickly slipped it on his dash before leaving. The note simply had your current address on it and a smiley face that was hastily drawn on.

Adrian took a deep breath as he looked over the small house. It was cute, far cuter than he would have expected for you. That didn’t matter to Adrian at the moment though. He had traveled to Louisiana to see you, and he wasn’t going to question his decisions just yet.

Walking up to the door Adrian knocked softly, once, twice, three times before you opened the door.

“Hi Angel, I saw your note.” You smiled at him.

“Come inside, Adrian.”

Right before Adrian set foot in your house, he glanced to the side. Right on your porch was a small flag that read Justice on it. How ironic.

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