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messers-moony · 3 years

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One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?”

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class.

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes.

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?”

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.”

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried.

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor.

“Professor?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled.

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much.

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either.

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought.

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead.

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son.

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied.

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him.

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy.

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words.

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted.

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged.

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek.

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact.

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed.

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey.

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again.

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed.

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before.

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone.

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.”

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.”

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him.

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.”

“You- You promise?”

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint.

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed.

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry.

“Harry.”

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot.

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident.

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.”

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name.

Draco swallowed and shook his head.

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it.

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were.

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently.

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

A/N: Thank you for reading! As usual, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments/ asks, and if you’re new – check out my Masterlist ^^

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rainygothherowolf · 3 years

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Jasonette/ Daminette- Little Sister Pt.3

First ~ Previous ~ Here(Final)

Marinette was bouncing in her seat, her mother and father chuckled at her childlike reaction to the plane landing. When it was finally their turn, the Dupain-Chengs grabbed their carry-ons and exited the plane.

"Come on, Maman, Papa! Damian said they were waiting by baggage claim!" The bluenette helped her parents with their things while they made sure they had everything before eagerly leading them through the now familiar airport.

Damian and Marinette had been together for a little over three years, the young designer was now eighteen, her boyfriend a year older. The couple visited each other throughout the year for birthdays, holidays, and whenever they could- of course, Jason was more than happy to chaperone Damian's visits to Paris, always eager to see his little sister.

The Waynes were quick when it came to accepting Marinette as one of their own, once she'd been fighting one of Hawkmoth's akumas and apparently someone saw. The entire family ended up spending an hour watching her defeat the villain just to make sure they didn't need to go help.

Of course, during some of her many visits Marinette got herself in the middle of more than a few prank wars. At first, she participated to get Damian and Jason to work together- wanting two of the most important boys in her life to get along but it quickly became a free for all. It was safe to say Marinette won, getting the entire family with the exception of: Alfred, Mar'i, Kor'i and Selina, stuck doing a live interview about the family dynamic with questions written by Marinette.

Marinette dragged her parents past her favorite TSA officer with an excited hello before thinking back to when she saw the Waynes family interview. Bruce thought it was the funniest way to oust her to the public, and allowed her to go through with it. Everyone saw Marinette smiling cheekily from the sidelines as they answered question after question, clearly written by her.

// Flashback, 2 years ago //

"Alright, next question: who is the best superhero?" Everyone laughed softly, darting to each other picking sides for the debate to come.

"Oh boy, not this again." Bruce sighed, Selina patting him reassuringly, she decided to attend the interview, wanting to watch the chaos unfold in person.

"Bat girl!" The three girls exclaimed in unison, hopefully Babs was watching as Stephanie elaborated. "The original, of course. She was awesome, always doing these cool gymnastic tricks- way better than Nightwings!" The boys were quick to counter.

"No way! Robin had way better tricks, did you see the video of him doing that cool triple flip thing?!" Tim offered.

"Nope! Because Nightwing has superior acrobatic skills, I heard he was able to beat the Batman in a fight because of them- when he and the Justice league got brainwashed or something!" Bruce sighed tiredly as everyone else continued to argue, eventually it became a shouting match. Bruce whistled loudly, everyone quieting. The reporter continued.

"This next question is for all of you, except Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, who is your favorite sibling?" They all shared a smug look and answered from left to right, Dick went first. Stephanie and Tim were quick to follow, Cass responding immediately after them.

"Marinette."

"HEY! She was my sister first! Anyways, Marinette." Jason exclaimed proudly.

"tt, all my siblings are annoying- with the exception of Cass, the most tolerable."

"What, brat, you don't like Marinette?" Jason interrupted before the reporter could ask.

"tt, she is not my sister. And she isn't any of yours, I'm the only reason she visits Gotham." Damian huffed defensively.

"YEAH RIGHT! I'm her favorite, she visits for me not you!" Damian scoffed.

"Marinette, obviously prefers me." Damian challenged, standing- dragging Marinette into view as she blushed furiously. She glared at her boyfriend as she was pulled from her hiding spot.

"Damian! No-"

"Yes. You should know better than to include me in their pathetic prank war." Damian kissed Marinette firmly, she responded out of habit before he pulled away with a smirk, sitting. He sat Marinette on his lap, she blushed but didn't move wrapping an arm behind Damian.

"I assume you're Marinette?" The Parisian nodded timidly at the reporter's question.

"And you're?" The woman asked, curious as to how exactly she was related to the Waynes.

"My girlfriend." Damian answered for her, Marinette flicked his ear.

"I used to live in Gotham, me and Jason looked out for each other but I got adopted by a nice couple in France! My parents are amazing, anyways, I was on a class trip and saw Jason, and met Damian and we started dating."

"Despite my best efforts." Jason huffed, a sixteen-year-old Marinette rolled her eyes.

"He's exaggerating." Damian scoffed at that. The reporter seemed to adapt to Marinette's presence quickly, her teleprompter now changing questions from those Marinette sent to new ones.

"Okay, so Marinette and Damian- who said I love you first?" Marinette smirked, whispered in Damian's ear, and answered:

"I did." Damian blushed softly as he starred at Marinette, she said it well over a year ago to which Damian immediately reciprocated. Just to embarrass him, Marinette said 'Me, beach, bikini.' which always embarrassed Damian because it always worked- he'd immediately think back to the first time they went to the beach her in a bikini borrowed from Selina.

Jason snorted, and everyone else seemed amused to see Damian flustered.

"Who is more romantic?" Marinette hadn't been expecting questions other than the ones she wrote but took the opportunity when she saw it.

"He is." Damian glared at Marinette as his family howled in laughter.

"How?"

"OH! I KNOW I KNOW!" Stephanie raised one hand while putting a finger on her nose. "Damian always sends her flowers, and covers her in a blanket if she falls asleep, and always tries to cook for her even though she or Alfie have to save the day! But she is too! When he got sick, she always called to make sure he was resting instead of working, and sang him to sleep like a little kid! She's an awesome singer!" Marinette seemed to get even more embarrassed as the rest of the Waynes added their own compliments. The interview was about to end but Marinette got an idea, an awfully hilarious idea, it was her emergency back up.

"Well since you all seem to agree on everything, who caught my sketch book on fire?" The family went silent, everyone looked guilty.

"It was an accident." Bruce, shockingly, started.

"We never should have tried to cook." Cass continued.

"But you were sick, and Alfred was out of town." Dick tried to amend.

"The book was right next to the burner- Damian was looking at it." Stephanie added, shifting the blame to Marinette's boyfriend.

"Trying to see what you would make him for Christmas." Jason seconded.

" So he could one-up it." Tim added, unnecessarily.

"Because of how great your gift from last year was." Stephanie mentioned before everyone spoke together in unison.

"Sorry." Marinette laughed, they'd rehearsed that.

"You really think I'd leave ideas for all of your gifts in there? PLEASE! You are all too nosy, I keep the one with all of your gifts somewhere safe." Marinette said, smirking down at Damian who was glaring at his tattletail siblings.

// Flashback ends //

Marinette always smiled at the memory, she loved the Waynes- they had such a beautifully chaotic family dynamic.

"Slow down, Marinette! It's not like they'll leave without us!" Tom said, chuckling as his daughter dragged the adults towards baggage claim, only a little bit further and then Marinette would see Damian again. Last they'd seen each other was when Damian visited Paris three months ago, it had felt like an eternity to her. Marinette was pulled to a stop by Sabine, who was cold, the mother put one of her sweaters on while an impatient Marinette watched. Finally, Sabine was ready, closing her bag with a quick 'zip'.

Marinette immediately dragged her parents toward the sign she quickly spotted, Mar'i was sitting on her father's shoulders with a large poster above her head. The sign was neon pink, with white cut out letters spelling out 'Dupain-Cheng' in two rows. There were little doodles and hearts decorating the borders.

Damian stood next to Jason, impatiently checking his watch grumbling about how long customs takes. Tim and Stephanie were near them with Bruce, Alfred, Selina, and Kor'i. Only Bruce, Damian, and Jason had met Tom and Sabine before hand. Mar'i was excited to meet her twin's parents, hearing about their magic desserts.

"Auntie Nettie!" the half-Tamiranian exclaimed, climbing down her father awkwardly before charging towards Marinette. The Parisian was quick to hug the girl back.

"Hello, Mini Me!" The five-year-old was quick to climb onto Marinette's shoulders, offering her hand to Tom who was now at almost eye level. Marinette's father took the offered hand and gave the small girl a firm handshake. The girl giggled.

"Uncle Dami! I did it, just like you taught me!"

"Good job, Mar'i!" The girl's father praised, grabbing his daughter off the short girls shoulders and placing her on the floor. Damian was about to hug Marinette when Jason steps in front of him and greets his sister.

"Hey, Marinette! it's good to see you again!" Marinette hugged her brother close before pulling away and turning to greet a now grumpy Damian.

"DAMI!" Marinette said cheerily, latching onto him with a tight hug. Damian hugged back feeling her in his arms again was almost as relaxing as the smell of her hair. The sharp, sweet smell of jasmine invaded his senses with a pleasant undertone of rose water.

"Hello." She laughed as she pulled away to greet Stephanie and Cass. Damian greeted Tom and Sabine familiarly, as did Jason. Mar'i was quick to properly introduce herself to both.

"Hi! I'm Mar'i, and you're Marinette's parents! Tom and Sabine! Auntie Nettie talks about you guys a lot, is it true you two are soulmates like in the fairy tales?" Marinette's parents laughed softly before starting up a conversation with the girl. Eventually, Marinette's parents were acquainted with everyone and they made their way to the manor. Tom called their new employee, George, to make sure everything at the bakery was going well with the holiday rush.

It was December 23rd and the weather in Gotham was harsh, everyone was quick to rush into the warm manor. Tom and Sabine quietly marveled at the extravagance of it all. Marinette quickly led them to their room, promising to help them around until they got the hang of the manors maze-like layout.

"Thank you, dear, where is your room?"

"It's just down the hall, what do you guys want to do? Diner is always at six so you have time to unpack or take a nap."

"That sounds like a good idea, thank you, Marinette."

"Of course, Maman! I'll come get you at five fifty, okay?" Her parents nodded before shutting the door, Marinette made her way to Damian's room- which so happened to also be hers.

The Parisian plopped on the bed, tired from the flight. Damian noticed her 'tired to the bone' sigh from his seat at his desk and went to lay down next to her, hugging her from behind his lips pressed to her neck.

"I missed you." Marinette mumbled, feeling warm and safe in Damian's arms she struggled to stay awake. Damian stayed silent, slowly rubbing her shoulders as her worked the knots out. Marinette was now laying on her stomach, sighing as he worked. The Parisian always melted under his touch. Finals had been stressful, thankfully she didn't have to deal with Hawkmoth anymore. Ladybug was still active, with Selina now wearing the miraculous of the cat, but she only dealt with normal crimes or the odd super villain when she was in Gotham as Ladybird.

"Father thinks we should stay in tonight, with Drake, to avoid suspicion." Damian mumbled softly, still rubbing Marinette's back through her warm shirt. Marinette hummed in agreement, her body only felt more tired as time went on, her eyelids drooping.

"Of course, we'll have to entertain your parents until they go to bed but after that we have all the time in the world." Marinette could hardly register the words but she caught his tone. He wanted to snuggle, never willing to say the word out-loud.

"Wanna snuggle?" Damian snorted.

"I believe the proper term is cuddle." Marinette rolled her hardly open eyes, they always argued about this.

"Why can't it be both?" Marinette softly slurred, her eyes feeling heavy as lead. Damian gave Marinette a kiss on the cheek as he cuddled close to her, keeping her warm.

"Because that would mean I'm partially wrong and that's impossible." The world faded to black as Damian's warm arms pulled Marinette comfortably against him.

Damian looked down at a sleeping Marinette, her shallow even breathing soothing him, her adorable rosy cheeks now matched her pink nose. Marinette hated the cold but she always looked adorable decked out in winter gear, over dressing to the point where Damian had to coax her out of some of her layers.

Damian looked down at the beautiful, strong-willed, stubborn, terrifyingly tiny girl in his arms he only thought of one thing: he was going to marry that girl.

Selina was guiding the Dupain-Chengs and the rest of her family from the dining room to the living room. Damian and Marinette who were tasked with helping Alfred take everything to the kitchen. Suddenly, the feline woman got an adorably funny idea and led everyone on a short detour to the hallway filled with family photos and portraits.

Marinette was pushed up against a wall, Damian had one hand holding her neck and tilting the girls head up while the other snuck under the girls shirt and gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Damian was unyielding, ravaging Marinette's lips as he kissed her senseless. Marinette's hands were in his hair, softly scratching against his scalp or simply running her hands through his soft locks, her hands having a mind of the own as Damian's lips stole all of Marinette's attention.

Damian's malleable lips worked against Marinette's, somewhere far in the back of his mind Damian was thanking Alfred for insisting on his doing the dishes, this gave the couple time to escape from their observant family.

Damian let Marinette breathe as he moved from her lips to her cheek, not stopping as he eventually moved south towards her neck. Marinette was trying to focus on her uneven breathing but Damian was not one to be ignored, his hand on her hip keeping her close as he continued to greedily kiss her neck marking it as his. Marinette's features relaxed slightly her eyes hardly opening, her thoughts foggy but seemed to have a common factor: Damian, it was either Damian's lips as they worked the sensitive skin of her neck, or Damian's smell of peppermint and earl gray tea, or Damian's family staring in shock- WITH HER PARENTS AND JASON!

Marinette tensed as her eyes flew completely open, she squeaked. Damian seemed to notice the change of atmosphere and paled as he saw the murderous look in Jason and Tom Dupain's eyes. Bruce looked so done, as if he'd seen it a million times before. Selina and Sabine shared an amused smirk, Tim and Stephanie just looked away, Dick had noticed and covered Mar'i's eyes before leaving the room, Kor'i with them, blushing intensely- embarrassed for the Parisian, she had been in Marinette's shoes before and did not miss it.

Damian swallowed dryly. Tom and Jason shared a look, Jason was about to grab Damian and Tom, Marinette but Sabine stopped them short.

"Tom! Leave them alone, how else am I supposed to get grandkids?" Marinette was quick to blush, trying to hide in Damian's arms, only securing his guilt in Tom's eyes. Jason was snapped out of Big Brother Mode™ by Tim. Sabine and Selina jokingly ushered the boys and girls out, telling them to give the young couple their privacy.

Marinette wanted to die of embarrassment but once everyone was gone Damian just picked up where he left off, taking his love's mind off the intrusion.

The couple walked into the living room more than a few minutes later. The lights were off and a movie playing so no one payed them any mind when they silently sat in the empty loveseat. No one noticed the hickies that decorated Marinette from her jawline to her right collarbone, a feature Damian practically worshiped, or the love bites on Damian's neck.

Marinette blushed when she saw what Damian had done as they got ready for bed, Damian shrugged before laying on their bed and opening his arms- begging for cuddles.

Jason asked to be Damian's spar buddy for training the next morning and kicked the assassins ass- literally, but the actual spar was a tie. Tom was heard grumbling about hormonal boys for days, luckily Sabine kept him in check.

That Christmas was an interesting one, to be sure. Luckily some things stayed the same, no matter how hard Damian tried Marinette still out did him. She, as always, received jewelry Damian had been stockpiling to give her on one of the few days she couldn't refuse and a very special pendant he'd handmade for her, after taking a jewelry making class.

Mari' insisted the bluenette try everything on, not giving the girl time to take anything off. By the time Marinette was wearing everything she was literally dripping in jewels.

Marinette gave Damian four sweaters, each in a different size. They were for a picture of Damian with Alfred the Cat, Titus, and a very small one that Marinette said went with her other gift. It was a guinea pig Damian was quick to name Adrien, seeing as how both were small rodents, saying Adrien the hamster was far better. Marinette chastised him and Damian relented eventually naming the small animal after Circe, explaining that just like the sorceress bewitched sailors that visited her island, turning them into pigs, Marinette had enchanted him.

~~~ 6 years later ~~~

Marinette quickly ushered her parents through the crowded airport, past customs and Christmas decorations as she hurried to meet up with Damian, Marinette had spent the last month in Paris helping out with the bakery when her mother had an accident and couldn't work for a few weeks. Thankfully, Sabine recovered quickly and the Dupain-Chengs decided to visit Gotham for the holidays. Marinette hadn't seen Damian in weeks and missed him terribly, he always complained about how empty and cold their apartment (penthouse) was without her there.

Damian checked his watch, he still had an hour before Marinette's plane landed. The man walked to where Jason and his father were standing, looking over the nights patrol routes. He'd already received permission from his father, Kyle, and the Dupain-Chengs, all he needed now was Jason's approval.

"Father, Todd." Damian greeted, fidgeting with the box in his pocket. Jason eyed Damian suspiciously.

"What'd you do this time, brat?" Jason asked, a look of annoyance flashed onto Damian's face before he controlled himself, taking a breath Damian showed him the box. Jason's eyes widened in understanding.

"Well, brat, looks like you're gonna beat her when it comes to presents this year. What could be better than your last name?" Damian relaxed at Jason's reaction to the black velvet box, Damian's father spoke up.

"You know what you're going to say?" Damian nodded.

"Where and when you want to ask?" Damian nodded again.

"Well, then all that's left is that you actually do it." Damian knew his family would approve but it still felt nice to hear it.

Marinette immediately hugged Damian when she saw him, her parents patiently waiting behind them. Both Marinette and Damian heard the quiet exchange between the married couple.

"When do you think we'll get the grandchildren?"

"I think they should talk about getting married first, Sabine." Marinette blushed softly, they'd discussed both at length and seemed to want the same things the only discrepancy being names. Damian was dead set on naming a girl Amora, Marinette liked Emma. Marinette loved the names Hugo and Louis, Damian thought they were meaningless and simple. He favored boys names like Aaron or Alfred. Marinette joked that he was obsessed with the letter A.

It was Christmas morning, the whole family spent the night at the manor. Word of Damian's gift spread among the ranks like wildfire, a nine-year-old Mar'i could hardly keep it to herself. After the usual Christmas breakfast everyone crowded around the tree, giving each other gifts. Marinette and Damian had yet to give each other their presents, Marinette went first.

"TADA!" Every year, Marinette hand knits sweaters for Damian and all of his pets, so they could take a cute picture. As time went on, Marinette went from cute to ugly Christmas sweaters. Damian smiled as he rolled his eyes, this year's had intricate reindeer patterns. She always surprised him, and he knew she had a secret place to make his gifts because Damian knew every nook and cranny of their apartment and searched it regularly for hints as to what his gift was.

Marinette's other gift for him was, as always, amazing and would have easily topped almost anything Damian got her- but this time he'd win.

"Marinette, you are light of my life, the reason I wake up in the morning. You are such a beautiful and determined woman, and the care you put into everything you do is part of what makes you the most terrifyingly amazing person I have ever met. Your heart is filled with such genuine kindness, compassion, and empathy that the world does not deserve you and neither do I, but I'd like to spend the rest of my life working to be worthy of your love. 'If love is a labor, I shall slave away to the end.' Would you allow me the honor of becoming your husband?" Marinette stared at Damian, his right knee on the ground with his left foot firmly on the ground as he opened the velvety black box.

There were two rings in the box, one was a simple silver band, something that wouldn't get in the way as she worked, running successful brand like hers was a lot of work. The other was a gorgeous sterling silver ring with a beautifully cut diamond in the center, it was clearly vintage. Marinette felt tears of joy sting her eyes as she tried to get her body to move, finally Marinette was able to speak her voice thick with emotion as she hugged Damian.

"Yes!" Damian couldn't believe the words that left his girlfriend- no, fiancee's lips. He was engaged to Marinette, the love of his life. Damian was spurred into action, hugging Marinette back before pushing her away so he could put the rings on her finger, the first was a simple band, the other his grandmothers. At first, Damian had purchased a new ring for Marinette but Selina and Damian's father gave him is grandmother’s engagement ring and it was perfect. Just like Marinette.

Marinette kissed Damian, the feeling of her left hand on his neck, the cool rings against his neck seemed to ground him. Damian never had to worry again, Marinette would always be with him.

Jason smiled as he saw the pure joy in his little sister's eyes, he had been wrong. Damian wouldn't be the reason Marinette's eyes would look broken, he'd be the reason they swelled with love, with contentment. There was no trace of the broken Marinette from all those years ago, she finally became the person Jason was determined to see her grow-up to be.

She was happy, and that was all that mattered.

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yodawgiherd · 3 years

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Too Close For Comfort pt.1

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I wanted to take a short break from writing canonverse, and luckily I had an idea to write. In most EM fics, Eren and Mikasa get together as adults (if at all ;( ) and the story usually ends with them realizing their love. So I thought, what if they were better at talking and were together for a looooong time? What if they weren't two lonely souls but the annoying couple that is pissing everyone off by being so in love with one another? Well... :D This first part is mostly world-building to establish the AU setting, the second part will be focused on the perils of their friends who have to deal with Eren and Mikasa being hopelessly in love since childhood. Hopefully you'll like it :)

Mikasa and Eren are nine years old when they first confess their love to each other.

Each confession is for a different reason, as the two lifetime neighbors both experienced an event that made them reconsider what they felt towards their childhood friend.

Eren was teased by Jean again, and when the guy said that he had “A hundred girlfriends already.”, he was flabbergasted.

“Where did you get them?”, Eren asked, but all Jean did was a smirk.

“As if I would ever tell a virgin like you.”

Which presented a new problem, because Eren had no idea what a virgin is. He knew that his mother used virgin oil sometimes, but the logical part of his brain argued that Jean was hardly talking about that. So, he asked the smartest guy he knew. Armin explained that a virgin is a person who didn’t have sex yet, but that didn’t help.

“What is sex?”, Eren wanted to know.

“N-Nothing important.”, Armin stuttered, “Don’t worry about it.”

Telling Eren Yeager not to worry about something is practically beginning him to search for it. So, he asked the second smartest person he knew. Grisha spat out the coffee he was drinking when Eren asked, telling him to ask his mother. Carla went white in the face and demanded to know where Eren heard it. Not about to snitch on Armin, he lied that he heard it in school, so Carla frowned and said: “We will tell you when you get older.”

Nuh-uh.

It was risky, but Eren managed to google sex during a computer class, and what he found made his eyes go wide. It also greatly increased his respect towards Jean, if he was able to do it with a hundred girls already he must be quite a specimen. The respect was tainted by a large dose of jealousy. If Jean was able to get a hundred girls, why couldn’t Eren get even one? That wasn’t fair.

And thinking about it, about a girl he would like to be close to, Mikasa was an obvious answer.

Mikasa’s confession was fueled by a movie. It was R-rated, and she watched it in secret so her parents wouldn’t know. There was a lot of blood and death, but what traumatized her was the romance between the main cast. The girl was forced to kill her lover in the end, saving the world but dooming their love in the process. Mikasa cried her eyes out at that, so sad about the tragic and unfair world, and it got her thinking too. Who was a guy that she would never like to kill? Someone that she cared for a lot and would like to be more than friends with? The answer was easy.

When they met the next day, both had a confession ready, so they went to sit under the tree where they often played, staring anywhere but at each other.

“I... I need to tell you something.”, Eren finally pushed out.

“Me too. Uhm, do you want to go first?”

“No, let’s do it at the same time, okay?”

“Okay…”

3.2.1..

“I love you Mi-…”

“Eren, I love y-…”

Now they were staring at each other, cheeks flushed. Talk about a coincidence. They spent a lot of time together as always, and when Eren came home, he puffed out his chest and walked to his parents.

“I have a girlfriend now.”

Zeke, who was visiting from college, laughed and high-fived him, Grisha’s eyebrows rode so high that they disappeared into his hairline, and Carla was worried sick until Eren told them that it’s Mikasa.

“Oh good.”, she reached down, ruffling his hair, “I’m happy for you, sweetie.”

Mikasa had a much colder time at home because Levi threatened to kill that guy, her father was silent and her mother rubbed her pregnant belly, sighing.

“Are you sure that you want to get into this business so young?”, she asked.

But Mikasa wouldn’t budge, and her parents knew better than to try and convince her. Even Levi backed down because Mikasa said that if he harms Eren she will never talk to him again.

And just like that, they were dating.

It didn’t change much at first. Eren announced it out loud at school to Jean, who frowned and said whatever.

“She looks weird anyway.”, he scoffed, “Her eyes are slanted and her skin too pale, my girlfriends are much prettier.”

That was enough to make Eren jump him in defense of Mikasa’s honor, and the teacher had to separate them. Eren got a bleeding nose and a written notice to his parents, but he couldn’t care less. In his vicinity, not Mikasa slander would be tolerated.

Years went by.

They shared their first kiss at eleven, but it was strange and not very enjoyable.

“Are we doing it the right way?”, Eren wondered, unsure why would the adults ever bother with it.

“I think so, it looked like this in all the movies.”, Mikasa said, somewhat disappointed.

“Maybe it will get better when we are older.”, Eren offered, “We can just stick to hand-holding till then, you like that, right?”

Mikasa blushed and nodded, so he grabbed her hand and they headed to Armin’s house, kiss almost forgotten.

It took two years before they started the whole kissing thing again, and Eren was right. It did get better with age. It was also around that time when he started noticing things. He knew that Mikasa is pretty, but as she was growing up he had to reconsider that statement. Mikasa was much more than pretty, she was beautiful. At the age of thirteen, it didn’t mean much, only that he was more and more proud of his girlfriend.

Another two years passed, and things were starting to get heated.

Mikasa got into the whole goth thing, wearing black and whatnot, she even tried getting Eren into it. Unsuccessfully, but he always allowed her to try her make-up on him, or dressed as she wanted sometimes to appease her. He did like how she looked though, the dark makeup and black lipstick suited her, not even mentioning that fishnets and chokers were hot as fuck

She got her cartilages pierced and added piercings to her earrings, another thing that Eren was too scared to try. They would get a tattoo together, he promised, but had to wait till eighteen because Carla was strictly against it.

The kissing got even better, and now Eren’s hands were roaming all over her body while he was doing it. Mikasa also did her part of groping, and the young couple was slowly but surely edging towards the one thing all parents fear. Intimacy.

More and more often, Eren was coming home with face covered in black lipstick smudges. A lot of love bites bloomed on Mikasa’s pale neck and trying to hide it with her red scarf didn’t help. Their parents noticed, and they did not like what they saw.

Grisha tried to have “the talk” with Eren while taking him on a fishing trip, but Zeke tagged along and was ruining it with his goofy faces and bad-timed laughter. In the end, when Grisha got the message across to the red-faced Eren, Zeke pulled out a pack of condoms and threw them at his brother.

“It’s dangerous to go alone.”, he said dramatically, “Take this.”

Grisha hit him over the head for that, but to Zeke, it was totally worth it.

Mikasa got the talk too, first from her mother and then from Levi, who sat on her bed and described in detail all the ways he’s going to kill Eren if he ever does anything inappropriate to her. She threw him out of her room, slammed the door and that was it.

Despite all the good-natured warnings, and Levi’s threats, they began easing into it at sixteen. Mikasa sneaked into Eren’s room, because she could climb the tree next to his window without breaking a sweat, and their classic make-out session was interrupted when Eren’s hand slipped under her black panties.

“Can I…?”, he asked in a weak voice, but Mikasa found herself wanting it.

She watched so many romantic movies, Twilight being one of her favorites, and the physical romance was always glossed over. She wanted to experience it herself. And honestly? It was pretty good, being touched by Eren. Just like that, the gates sprang open and warnings of parents were forgotten.

They experimented at first. Hands touched, mouths kissed, tongued swiped over. Internet was a great teacher because for once Eren didn’t feel like asking Armin about the stuff. And they found their way.

Mikasa and Eren had sex for the first time at the age of seventeen, tipsy from Jean’s house party but not too drunk to not know what they are doing. It was okay but not as mind-blowing as Mikasa wanted it, and Eren promised that they would get better at this.

And they did, both eager to do so. Eren now had black lipstick not only on his face, but around his crotch too, and Mikasa’s love bites spread from her neck to her thighs.

On a nice day, when the sun was out and the neighbors got together for a small party, Grisha was manning the grill alongside Mr. Ackerman, the two of them having a beer and overall a nice time. Eren and Mikasa were doing their usual thing, which meant sitting in a corner with her on his lap, sharing kisses and giggles, and overall just ignoring the rest of the world. Next to them, Armin was with the rest of the kids, the whole group doing their best to not be weirded out. Then again, they kinda got used to it at this point. Seeing it all, Grisha couldn’t help but wonder out loud to his neighbor and friend.

“Do you think that our children are having sex?”

Taking a swig of his beer, Mikasa’s father wanted to deny it, but deep in his heart knew that he could not.

“I just hope that Levi won’t find out.”, he said, making Grisha laugh.

When eighteen and college hit, Eren fulfilled his promise and they got a matching tattoo together, wings on their backs. Going to the same college, of course, they rented an apartment because being separated by dorms was too much of a pain for the pair. Everything was great, everything was perfect, and the couple couldn’t be happier.

But did their friends feel the same way?

#eremika #fanfic #snk

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n0rthern-litez · 3 years

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Wild Enough - Elina

Dean Winchester X Fem Reader Warnings: Slight cussing and thoughts of self hate Word Count:4195

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a song-fic and I really hope you all enjoy. I spent way to much time on it lol. Feedback is always wanted, so feel free to share any tips and advice!♥️♥️

To your palette I’m translucent At least when I’m looking at myself

At eighteen years old you stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself. Your eyes slowly raked over your body, pointing out things that you needed to change. Physically and just who you were as a person. You met him for the first time at sixteen, and the second your eyes laid on him, you knew you weren’t his idea of attractive. But there was a tiny part inside you that thought, maybe if he got to know you, maybe he’d see something he liked.

You were always the shy one of the group. Never really talking, just listening to the gossip. You were never one to make lots of friends or go out to parties. You preferred staying in bed and reading or laying on the couch and binging Netflix. And being the way you were never bothered you in the slightest, not until you met him.

(Y/n 16, Dean 17)

“Bobby, how are you?” The familiar voice of John Winchester greeted your father. It might surprise a lot of people, but John was one of your favorite people to ever walk the earth. He treated you differently, almost like a daughter. He would take you places when he would visit, and if you got lucky he even let you drive his car. He was always there for you when you’d call upset and if you ever needed him, he wouldn’t hesitate to drive all night to get to you.

Throwing your book aside, not bothering to save your place. You rushed to the front door, where you jumped in the arms of your favorite man. He hadn’t been able to visit for well over six months and you missed him. But this visit was different, he was bringing his sons and it was going to be your first time meeting them. Every other time they came, your father had sent you off to your Aunt Jody’s to have a taste of ‘normal’ as he calls it.

“You’ve grown so much.” John laughed, setting you back on the ground. “I’d like you to meet Sam and Dean, boys this is Y/n.”

Looking behind John, you got ready to greet your future best friends and you couldn’t describe the feeling that came over you. It was something you had never felt before. As you made eye contact with his sparkling emeralds, butterflies began fluttering chaotically in your stomach and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. “Hi.”

You’re that coltsfoot Breaking Pavement All I seem to do is break these things

You always had hope that maybe if you tried hard enough, just maybe he’d find something in you that he liked. Something that made him want to be with you. So you tried everything to get his attention. You would show off the skills you got from your fathers training. You would play his favorite music when you did your chores, knowing that he’d be there to hear. And you lost count of the amount of pies you baked him. But none of that ever worked. Sometimes you’d get some harmless flirting, but to him you were just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

(Six months after meeting)

You had gotten up extra early that day to make sure you had time to go to the grocery store and get back before Dean ever woke up. You had everything planned out, he would wake up, come downstairs, see his favorite pie baked just for him and then fall madly in love with you. Yeah, maybe you were a bit delusional, but you could always hope right?

You were too busy making sure the crust was perfectly crisp to hear Dean walk into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Dean asked, chest pressed up against your back. To flustered to answer right away, you moved to the side so he could peak over your shoulder.

“I’m um-I’m making you something.” Watching his eyes light as he saw what you made was enough to make your day.

“All for me?”

“Well yeah, I just got bored. Not a big deal really.” You tried to play it off like you didn’t just spend five hours slaving over a damn pie. “You like cherry right?” You asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

“It’s my favorite, you’re amazing sweetheart.” Dean smiled placing a small kiss on your temple before rushing to get a plate. Most would think that was progress that he was beginning to like you. But no, that’s just Dean and his natural charm.

I might be a faded Polaroid Trying to be something that I have never been

As years went on, you became less and less involved in Dean’s life. Usually he would visit every couple months with John and Sam, but even that didn’t happen anymore. John started sending him on cases by himself, so you only got to see him two, maybe three times a year. Sometimes you’d talk to him though, on the off chance you got the courage to call him. If you did it at just the right time, you would talk for hours about anything you could think of. But you didn’t always get that lucky.

(Y/n 18, Dean 19)

You and your father had just gotten home from dinner. Bobby thought it would be a good idea to try the new diner that had just opened up in town. You knew from the second you tried their bacon cheeseburger that you had to tell Dean all about. As soon as you got home, you rushed up to your room, grabbing the phone on the way.

Plopping down on the bed, you looked over checking the time. It was almost 8pm where Dean was. It was late enough that he wouldn’t be busy with the case, but there was a high possibility he was busy with his...for the lack of a better word, ‘friends’.

Sighing, you decided to try anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Hello?” Dean answered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey Dean!” You answered excited. Expecting his voicemail, you were happily surprised.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m kind of busy right now.” He grunted through the phone, clearly shuffling around.

“Oh, well this will be quick. I wanted to tell you about that diner we saw last time you were here.” You hoped maybe he’d stop for a minute to talk, but it was then you heard what he was busy with.

“Are you almost done?” A female voice giggled in the background. Your heart immediately dropped. You knew there was a chance this would happen, calling him so late. But you didn’t think it really would.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Before he couple say anything, you hung up. As tears started to run down your face, you came to a realization. If you ever wanted him to love you, you needed to change. To become the kind of girl he likes.

If I was dancing on the tables Buying rounds ‘til the dawn Is that wild enough, wild enough Wild enough for you? Talking dirty in the bedroom Be the one to start a fight Would that be wild enough Wild enough for you?

The next time Dean came around, saying you got his attention was an understatement. You were acting different. You were dressing different. You were trying to dress like the girls you always saw Dean ogling at. Tight shirts, short shorts, even shorter dresses. You had never felt so uncomfortable in your life, but when you saw the way Dean looked at you, it made it worth it. His gaze stayed on you a little longer than usual, he didn’t hide the fact that he was trying to be around you more. One of the nights he was there, he even invited you out to the local bar.

(Y/n 19, Dean 20)

“I thought this was supposed to be a challenge?” You asked Dean with a smirk after slamming down what felt like the hundredth shot that night. You weren’t going to lie, you were drunk and you hated the taste every single thing he bought you, but you’d be damned if you showed that.

“Damn, you’ve been holding back on me.” Dean laughed taking a small sip of his drink.

“Something like that.” You grumbled to yourself peaking over at the dance floor. You couldn’t dance, but you were drunk so that gave you a pass, right? “We should dance!”

Dean looked at you like you were crazy, “Come again?”

“Let’s dance!” You jumped up grabbing his arm. “Please Dean, it’ll be fun!”

“Sorry to break it to ya sweetheart, but I don’t dance.”

Rolling your eyes, you began to get mad. You did not go through all this just for him to say no. “So you’re just going to let me go out there alone, dressed like this, surrounded by all those guys?” You motioned to your outfit as you spoke. Sadly a small black sundress was the only revealing thing you owned, but it did its job.

“You’re evil you know that?” Dean smirked at you as he got up and followed you to the dance floor. You spent a good twenty minutes swaying your hips to the music before Dean left you to go to the restroom. He was worried about leaving you out there, he had been watching all the men around watching you. But he was not about to piss himself over a little paranoia.

Dean didn’t plan on taking as long as he did, but the bartender had other plans for him. As he walked back out of the bathroom and towards where you were, he saw the last thing he ever wanted to see.

There you stood, drunk off your ass dancing away. And although that didn’t bother him, it was the men around you and their greedy little hands that set him over the edge. Rushing over to you, he carefully grabbed you off the table before anyone else could touch you.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you.” Dean growled as he began dragging you out of the bar. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“You were taking too long and it looked fun.” You giggled as he pushed you into the impala.

“That’s fun to you? Acting like some whore?” He snapped as he started off down the road towards your house.

“A whore? Are you serious?” You were beyond pissed now, you were his perfect girl and it still wasn’t good enough. “I’m doing all of this for you!”

Dean scoffed ignoring you. He thought you were just drunk, saying stupid things because you were out of it. You didn’t say another word the entire way home. You just wanted to go lay in your bed and pretend like none of it ever happened.

“Dean please just calm down.” You said softly as he grabbed you out of the impala again, but this time in his arms.

“All of this was a bad idea.” He grumbled, “The drinking, the dancing, taking you to the bar in the first place.”

“It wasn’t a bad idea!” You exclaimed, “We had fun, it was fun!” It was almost like you were trying to convince yourself. It was awful, you hated almost everything about tonight.

“I get what you were trying to do, but you got to stop.” Dean laid you down on your bed and sat down next you.

“Why?” You didn’t even try to hide to desperation in your voice, you didn’t care to.

“Sweetheart, I know you don’t think I have, but I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing.” Dean started, staring down at you. You could see the pity in his eyes and that just made you feel worse. “I’ve noticed how you’ve been changing, all the things you’ve been doing to get my attention.”

“It was working! Come on just give me another chance! I can be like them Dean, I can do what they do.” You attempted to get up, but he pushed you lightly back down. Looking down at you sadly, he ran a hand through your hair.

“I don’t want you to be like them. I want you to be you.” The two of you stared at each other for a while before the tears in your eyes finally started to fall.

“Why won’t you love me?” You whispered as you slowly dozed off staring at him.

“You have no idea sweetheart.”

To your major I’m minor Breaking every single chord you play I’m sweet wine but you want whiskey I wish I could be strong enough

That was the last time you saw Dean for another year and a half. He never visited and he made sure to never call and you didn’t even know why. When you woke up after that night you didn’t remember anything that happened. Which to be honest, was probably a good thing. Deep down you knew he was avoiding you, but you kept telling yourself that he was busy, that his dad was just sending him on more cases than usual.

(Y/n 20, Dean 21)

“Y/n, Come here!” Your father, Bobby called from the kitchen. “The boys are here honey, why don’t you go help them bring their things in.”

The Winchester’s had come to visit a couple times this year, but this time was important to you. Dean was coming with, you hadn’t seen him in almost two years. Something always got in the way, whether it was a case or another hunter needed help and John sent him. This time though you made John promise that Dean would be there.

“Hey Sammy.” You greeted the giant seventeen year old. Sam Winchester was your best friend. In the beginning, it didn’t take long to realize that you were two were going to get along. You both enjoyed the same things and had all the same interests. Whether it was a book series or games or movies. He was the person you always went to with your problems, he was the only one you told about your feelings for Dean.

“Hey Y/n/n.” The boy gave you a quick hug and a sad smile before walking to grab his bag. That confused you, he was always excited when he came to visit. Blowing it off, you went to greet John, who wore the same sad smile. Looking around, your heart dropped as your realized what was wrong. Dean wasn’t there.

“Hey kiddo.” John came over wrapping you up in his arms. The man knew your feelings for his eldest son. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to Dean. You only ever asked about him, if he was okay, was he coming to visit, where he was.

“He working a case?” You asked as John let you go and walked to unpack the truck.

“Yeah right,” Sam growled under his breath. “He bailed to go see some chick in Illinois.”

“Samuel!” John scolded his son. He knew you were already sad enough, there was no need to make it worse.

“It’s alright John.” You faked a smile to make him feel better. You could tell he felt bad. “Sammy and I can have just as much fun without him, right Sam?”

“Of course.”

Hours later, after a very interesting dinner and some board games with Sam, you found yourself lying in bed staring at the ceiling. The night was fun, more fun than you had in a long time. Dinner was hilarious and the board games were even more so, but you couldn’t help but feel…sad? You weren’t sure what you were feeling. A mix of everything. Sadness, guilt, disappointment. You had been waiting so long to see Dean, you didn’t know what to do now that he wasn’t.

Dean really didn’t want anything to do with you. The longer you sat and thought, the more you began to realize that. He never tried to contact you, ever. And it wasn’t like he just didn’t want to talk to anyone. You could hear him talking to Bobby at least once a week.

The sound of your phone ringing was what finally brought you out of your thoughts. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at whoever thought it was a good idea to call at two in the morning.

“Hello?” You grumbled falling back on your pillow.

“Hey sweetheart, heard you missed me?” The sound of his voice sent a feeling of panic through you. You had been waiting to talk to him for a long time. Planning everything you wanted to say and yell. And now that the time was here, it was like you forgot everything you wanted to say.

“D-Dean?”

“Now before you get mad, I need you to liste-“

It didn’t take long before you got your voice back, and began interrogating him. “I’m not mad, I just want to know what’s been going on. Where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?! Dean why haven’t you been answering my calls or my texts? What happened?” You began to get angry, your voice rising with each word you spoke.

“You don’t remember.” Dean muttered to himself. You tried to calm down, there was no reason to get angry.

“You’re talking about the night at the bar? What happened that night?” You were practically begging to know.

“Um, nothing. Nothing happened.”

“Dean Winchester, I swear to god…what the hell happened that night?”

“Nothing Y/n, honestly. It was just a funny night.” You knew Dean was lying. You knew something happened that night, but it wasn’t worth causing more drama by calling him out on it. “I just called to say I’m sorry, I’ve been really busy.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

Dean was silent, he could tell by your tone that someone had told you where he was. Knowing it was probably Sam trying to get back at him, he cursed to himself. “I’m sorry Y/n, I just thought you wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer to see me.”

“Yeah Dean, its fine. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Deep down, you wanted to yell and scream at him and tell him how much he hurt you, but you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t risk losing him.

Yeah, I bet you fantasize about somebody else Someone that would fulfill your needs

After that phone call, you and Dean called and talked all night, every night until he came to visit again. It was the best week you had in a long time. Happiest you’ve been in a long time and you were pretty sure Dean could tell. But you couldn’t help but think about the girl from Illinois. As far as you knew, you were the only girl Dean had ever went out of the way to see and knowing he did it for someone else, made you feel funny. You knew what jealousy felt like, but this was different. You felt…defeated. Broken.

(Y/n 20, Dean 21)

You genuinely thought that the night you called Dean and he was with someone would be the worst night of your life, you were wrong. After an hour of laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling listing to Dean go on and on about Lisa, this was officially the worst time of your life.

“She’s amazing. Y/n you don’t understand, she perfect in like every way, and don’t even get me started on the sex.” Dean smirked, thinking back to the two weeks he spent with Lisa. You genuinely didn’t think that anything could hurt worse than past situations involving Dean, but god were you wrong. Every time he would rant and rave about something else about her, you would realize it was something that you did or something you had. And somehow, during the hour that you had laid and listened to him, you couldn’t figure out, if you have everything she does, why was she so much better than you. Why did he like her more, “You just don’t understand Y/n, you’ve never been in love.”

And that’s when you lost it.

“Oh shut the hell up! I’ve been in love.” You yelled, shooting up off the couch ready to take his head off if it came to it.

“Oh yea, who?” Dean challenged you with a smirk. He knew exactly who it was, he just wanted to hear what bull you came up with this time.

“You! I’m in love with you!” You couldn’t hold it in anymore and as terrifying as it was to finally say it, it was so relieving. It felt like a thousand pounds had finally been lifted off your shoulders.

Dean froze. He thought you’d never say it, sure he knew it. He’s known it since almost the very beginning, but to actually hear you say it…it was different.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen years old and I am done!” Taking a step closer to him you could feel all the anger and all the sadness from everything you’ve put yourself through because of him start to surface. “I am done waiting for you. I am done sitting around and waiting for you to love me back. For four years, I have sat in this house thinking of every possible way to make you love me. I have changed myself in the worse ways possible, I have made me HATE myself just so I could be the kind of girl you would love. And you know what I got? I got hours of listening to you rant and rave about a different girl every other day. I got months of just wishing and crying that maybe this time he’ll call me, maybe this time he’ll want to see me, but no. You only call and you only come to visit when you’re lonely or you’re bored and can’t find some girl pathetic enough to spend time with you.”

“Y/n…”

“NO!” You yelled finally done with his shit. “I am done. I am done being the girl that waits for you. I am done being the girl that changes herself for someone else. It might be hard, but I don’t care. I am better than this, I deserve better. I deserve someone who will love me back, someone who will love me for who I am.”

“Y/n I do love you…I didn’t want you in this life. I wanted to keep you safe.” Dean tried to speak, tried to make you understand, and although it shocked the hell out of you, you couldn’t find yourself to care.

“You could have told me that. But instead you left me alone, you made the decision to not say anything. I know it’s going to be hard, but I deserve better. I might be in love with you, but I am done Dean Winchester.”

But I bet it’s never been this good with anyone else There is so much you haven’t seen in me

Ever since you were younger, you knew your life was different from everyone around you. You weren’t allowed to go play at parks, or have sleepovers, and you definitely were allowed to have friends over to your house. You knew that since your mother passed, your dad had always been scared of something. You didn’t know what that something was until you were fourteen and a demon tried to take you from your dad. You still don’t know why he wanted you, what he was going to do to you, but from then on, part of you understood why you were hardly allowed to leave the house.

But something changed after your argument with Dean. You didn’t want the life that everyone around you had. You wanted to be able to make friends, go to school, get a real job! All the things your dad kept you from doing for your “safety”. You no longer had anything holding you back. You knew your dad would be here whenever you wanted to come back, whether that was for a visit or to stay forever.

And although your dad was terrified, he wanted you to have the most “normal” life you could. He didn’t want to see you sulking on his living room couch anymore. He was ready for the end of the day phone calls he always got from the boys, he was ready for the Sunday dinners, and even the boyfriends, and hopefully one day, a family of your own. He wanted all that for you.

It only took six months for you to get on your feet. You got a small apartment in the heart of Sioux Falls, a decent paying job at the diner in town. You were even registered for classes at the local college. You didn’t know what you wanted to do entirely, but you knew you wanted to help people. And so more or less, you were ready for whatever life had in store for you next. You were ready to move on…no matter how much you missed him.

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simonxriley · 3 years

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Fall Family Fun

Pairing: Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev x Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

Summary: Tachanka, Skylar, the kids and some of the family go out to an orchard for some much needed fall family bonding time.

Words: 4,501

Russian: Kotyonok = kitten. Moya sladost’ = My sweetness. Da = yes. Printessa = Princess

Ao3

The air was crisp, the weather was perfect and Skylar was looking forward to this much needed family trip to Treworgy Family Orchards. It was only an eighteen minute drive from Bangor and she was looking forward to seeing the twins explore the orchard and pick out pumpkins since they were now almost two and much more alert and less scared than they were last year. Last year's pumpkin picking was a mix of fun and a disaster.

“Did you really go here every year?”

Skylar looked into the rearview mirror seeing Grace sitting in the middle between her younger siblings. “I did, it was a family tradition even before I was born.”

“Cool. Are there any animals?”

“Yes there is.” She laughed. “There’s also a corn maze, and you can pick your own fruits and veggies along with cutting your own flowers.”

“Can we do that? Are we going to do that?”

“Absolutely, I’ll see if anyone can take the twins for a bit so we can pick the flowers in peace.”

“Yay!”

Skylar chuckled and glanced over at Alex who was driving, giving him a small smile. This was their first Halloween back in Maine since the twins were born, last year work was too hectic to find time to fly out so this year they decided to take a few weeks off and spend some time with her family and for her parents to spend more time with their grandkids. And she knows her sisters’ would love to spend time with their nieces and nephews.

Both of them were actually happy with how well the twins were doing in the car, surprisingly not getting restless and instead looking out the window at the colorful trees passing by. Maybe it was a good idea to have Grace sit in the middle, so the twins couldn’t try to fight one another sitting side by side. They never really fought until you placed them next to each other in their carseats. Neither Skylar nor Alex understood why.

It also just felt nice to be back in Maine for a little bit, seeing her family again and catching up, as much as she loved living in England and making a home with Alex she still missed Bangor from time to time.

Another ten minutes passed by and they finally made it to the orchard. Skylar got out of the car and stretched, hearing her shoulders crack in the process then went to go get Konstantin out of his carseat while Alex got Marianna out of hers.

“There’s my handsome lil man.” Konstantin smiled and leaned forward so she could pick him up. “Are you ready to pick a pumpkin?”

He nodded his head and she placed him on her hip as she shut the door, walking over to the other side of the car where Alex and the other two kids were. Just in time to see her parents pull into the parking lot, followed by her sisters Chloe and her husband Jack, unfortunately her other sister Valary and her husband Evan couldn’t make it due to work, but she’ll see them tomorrow. They all waved over at them, minus the twins who were too busy giving each other funny faces and laughing.

“Hi mom and dad!” She walked over to their car, followed by Grace, Alex and Marianna. “It’s nice to be doing this again. It seems like forever ago.”

“It has, the last time you were here you were sixteen and now look at you, married and have a family of your own.” said her dad “And oh Grace I have a present for you!”

“Really?”

Grace walked over to where Carl was on the other side of the car so Skylar nor Alex could see what he was giving her.

“Hi Sarah, it’s nice to see you again!”

“It’s nice to see you again too Alex.” She went in for a hug and couldn’t help but smile. “My how the kids have grown.”

“I know, the last few years have flown by.”

Alex handed Marianna over to Sarah with a smile. Skylar loved watching her parents be grandparents and how much love they gave the kids. She never thought she would have children first, expecting at least Chloe to have one before she did, but the universe had other plans for her and she’s grateful for that.

“Oh my God, look how big they’ve gotten.” said Chloe as she walked over to them, her husband Jack trailing close behind. “Okay you were right, Marianna is a spitting image of her dad.”

“Da, she is!”

Chloe scoffed and went to hug Skylar. “I missed you, I’m glad you could get some time off.”

“I am too, it was much needed anyways.”

Konstantin was looking up at his aunt with his stuffed bunny in his hands, not being too sure of who she was. Skylar looked down to see him in a daze and laughed. “That’s your aunt Konstantin. I know, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her.”

Chloe held out her hands to see if he wanted her to hold him, when he turned away from her, clinging more to his mom she let her hands drop to the side. “It’s okay, I’ll let him warm up to me first.”

“It shouldn’t take long, he is the more shy of the two but he does warm up to people quite quickly.”

“Mom, look what grandpa got me.” Grace jogged over to the other side of the car showing her the brand new skateboard she has. It was the ATM Galaxy Wing one that she’s been dying for since she broke her other one a few months ago. “I love it!”

Skylar and Alex were planning on taking Grace to the nearby sporting goods store for her to buy it but work always got in the way. That she hated, she knew work could potentially get in the way, that was something she was expecting. She wasn’t expecting to be called or for Alex to be called for work almost every time there was a mission. Rainbow is filled with plenty of other operators, why couldn’t Six call them? She was just happy that her dad bought the skateboard for her.

“I knew you would love it! Since Alex and I couldn’t take you ourselves to buy it due to work, we thought we’d surprise you here.” She gave Grace a smile, glancing down at the skateboarding deck that fit her personality well. “At least you’ll have some time to use it before winter gets here.”

“Seriously? Thank you!” She went to hug Skylar, a smile spreading across her face, then she went to go hug Alex and thanked him as well. “Can we put the wheels on when we get home?”

“Of course! Now why don’t you put it in the car and we go pick some pumpkins?”

xXx

All nine of them were walking through the pumpkin patch looking for the perfect pumpkin. Grace was with her aunt and uncle talking about her skateboarding mishaps that happened over the summer and the twins were with their grandparents not too far up ahead. Skylar and Alex were slowly strolling behind everyone hand-in-hand, taking in the view of the family being together.

“I’m glad we took the time to come out here, the kids seem happy.”

“I am too, and your parents deserve to see them anyways.”

She looked up at him with a small smile, the sun shining perfectly behind him in the pumpkin patch. “Yes they do.” she chuckled. “It’s nice to come back here anyways, brings back a lot of memories.”

“What kind of memories, kotyonok?”

Skylar let go of his hand to link their arms together, pulling herself a tad closer to him. In the distance she could see Grace and Chloe laughing and the twins climbing on a big pumpkin, it made her smile.

“Running down this same pumpkin patch, climbing on the biggest one I could find, like what our children are doing right now. Picking flowers with my mom, apples with my dad. This place holds a lot of good memories.”

Alex chuckled, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s cute picturing a little kotyonok running down these pumpkin patches.”

“I’m sure there’s pictures.” she laughs. “As much as I love the old memories, I’m more excited for the new ones moya sladost’!”

“As am I, kotyonok!”

They walked over to where her parents and the twins were, just watching them in silence as they climbed on a pretty massive pumpkin. Skylar was only waiting for them to ask to bring it home with them, in their limited speaking voices. For nearing two years old they could talk in short sentences, but they did always find a way to make what they wanted understandable. Even if it was by pointing.

“Mama, cunkin!”

“Yeah it is a pumpkin. A big one.”

“Like me.” Marianna gave a big smile and began climbing on it again, making everyone laugh.

“No printsessa, I think the pumpkin is a bit bigger than you.”

“No papa, I bigger.”

Alex laughed at the mad look on Marianna’s face and her arms crossed against her chest. “Okay, da printessa you are bigger than the pumpkin.”

Her demeanor changed and she let her arms fall to her side. “Da, I am.”

Skylar chuckled, turning to him. “Please don’t make her upset, I don’t need her throwing a tantrum.”

“Sorry kotyonok, she’s just so cute when she’s mad.”

“No argument there. It’s a good thing she can’t stay mad long.”

Alex wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, a small chuckle coming from his lips. “That’s true. I’m positive she forgets a few moments later, such an easy life being a toddler.”

“Oh yeah, they get to be carried, they have nap time. No responsibilities, just fun.”

Skylar watched the twins in silence, they were both joined at the hip and never left each other’s side. It’s been that way since the day they were born, they couldn’t even keep them in different cribs because one or both would cry if they were separated. Now their cribs are side by side in their shared room, and when either her or Alex goes to get them in the morning they are always in the same crib together. She would be lying if she didn’t say she loved it.

This was one of the things she was looking forward to once she had kids, doing all the family traditions she did as a kid with hers. And knowing the more the kids grow the more stuff they’ll be able to do in the future.

“I found a pumpkin.”

Skylar and Alex turned towards Grace who was holding a medium sized pumpkin that looked quite perfect. No bumps or bruises, she has a keen eye for things like that.

“That’s a nice looking one.”

“I think so too Alex, I’m going to carve a scary face into it or maybe a cat. I don’t know yet.” She placed the pumpkin into the wheelbarrow nearby and sighed. “Chloe and Jack wanted to know if they could take the twins for ice cream?”

“Yeah I’m fine with that.” She looked up at Alex to see what he thought, and all he did was nod in agreement. “I think it’ll be good for them to spend some time with their aunt and uncle.”

Not a moment later Chloe and Jack came over to them with their pumpkins, placing them into the wheelbarrow. Chloe walked over to Skylar’s side, linking their arms together.

“Grace said you wanted to take the twins for ice cream?”

“If that’s alright with you guys? We could take them for some ice cream while you, Alex and Grace go pick out some flowers.”

“I’m fine with it. Alex?”

“Same. I’m sure they’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh yeah, they do love ice cream. Chocolate is their favorite.”

Chloe let go of Skylar’s arm, watching the twins play around the pumpkins. After all that her little sister has gone through she was abundantly happy that she found happiness and a man that truly loves her. Skylar deserved every single ounce of happiness she could get, and she has a beautiful family to show for it.

“I’m proud of you!”

“Huh?” She looked up at her sister, slightly confused. “Why are you proud of me?”

“That you’re a good mother and a good person! Grace wouldn’t have this life right now if you didn’t adopt her. You took her in because you didn’t want to see her go into the foster care system, knowing you and Alex could give her a good and loving home. The twins are sweet and caring, well behaved most of the time. That tells a lot Skylar. After everything you’ve been through, I’m happy about the woman you’ve become!”

Skylar wiped a few tears from her eyes and laughed. “Thanks Chloe, but don’t make me cry.”

“Da, please don’t make my kotyonok cry. I do agree with your sister, I’m proud of the woman you’ve become after the horrors we dealt with. Not that I wasn’t proud of you beforehand, it just shows how strong you are.”

“Okay both of you, I don’t want to cry.” She chuckled as she wiped more tears from her eyes. “Thank you though, both of you!”

They both chuckled and squashed Skylar in a hug, making her laugh. “I love you guys!”

“We love you too!” said Chloe.

They both let her go and she felt quite happy and content, more so than she was when she got there. She just felt happy.

“Hey Grace, do you want to go pick some flowers?”

“Yes please.”

Skylar nodded and turned her head back to Chloe. “The twins are all yours.”

xXx

After they got their vases and clippers they went out into the field of flowers. There were sunflowers, amaranthus, cosmos, bachelor buttons, snapdragons, zinnias, and even eucalyptus and wheat. Skylar already knew what she was going to make. A few sunflowers in the middle with a bunch of cosmos and bachelor buttons surrounding them.

“Are you sure you want to get some flowers, kotyonok? You’re not that good at taking care of plants.”

She gasped. “I may not be good at taking care of plants, but they’re pretty. What do you have against flowers Alexsandr?”

“Nothing.” he laughed. “You’re the one that gets sad when they die.”

“God you’re such a married couple.” said Grace from nearby.

Skylar and Alex looked at each other, both of their mouths going into a thin line. She chuckled and walked over to where Grace was. “That’s because we are a married couple, Grace. You know that.”

“Really? I never knew.” she laughed. “It never crossed my mind that the ring on your left hand was a wedding ring.”

Skylar laughed and shook her head. “Sometimes I think you’re too sarcastic for your own good.”

“I know!”

She chuckled, a smile spreading across her face. “I’ll be in the sunflowers.”

“Okay.”

Skylar walked over to the sunflowers with Alex trailing behind her. He wasn’t much for flower picking but he’ll take anything to spend time with her.

She looked through the sunflowers, trying to spot the perfect one. “When do you want to carve the pumpkins?”

“Whenever you want.”

“I was thinking about tomorrow.” She clipped one of the sunflowers and placed it in the vase. “Grace will want to play around with her skateboard and the pumpkins will last a bit longer.”

“That seems good. The twins will forget about their pumpkins once they’re out of sight anyways.”

“Oh yeah.” She chuckled, clipping another flower. “They’ll forget about the pumpkins but they won’t forget about the chocolate we keep hidden on top of the cupboards after they’ve had enough.”

“That’s because it’s chocolate, kotyonok. Every kid loves chocolate.”

“That’s very true.”

She went back to picking her flowers, moving from the sunflowers over to the bachelor buttons. She loved how pretty they looked, the lighter purple mixed with the darker purple, wishing she could plant some back home. The next were the cosmos. They were a light pink flower with a yellow middle, she used to find them when riding her horse Midnight through her aunt's farm. She always thought they were pretty and would pick some on the way back.

“Oooh those are pretty. I’m done.” said Grace

Skylar glanced over at her as she placed the last two cosmos into the vase, finishing her bouquet. “Thank you! And so are yours, I see you even added a bit of greenery.”

Grace made a beautiful bouquet of most of the flowers, on the rim were a bunch of equalyptus, and filled in the middle was a bunch of snapdragon’s, amaranthus and zinnias. With a touch of bachelor buttons and cosmos for more color.

“Thanks! Yeah I thought the greenery would look nice with it.”

“It does!”

“Kotyonok, can I use those clippers for a second?”

“Yeah.”

She handed him the clippers and they both watched him walk away for a moment, back towards where the bachelor buttons were. He looked over them for a moment until he clipped one, jogging back to them and placed the flower in Skylar’s top knot she was wearing.

She chuckled and smiled up at him, even though she knows it won’t stay in her hair much longer once Marianna sees it. “Thank you, moya sladost’!”

“You’re welcome, kotyonok!”

They began to make their way back to the café where the rest of the family was, Grace occasionally sniffing her flowers with a proud smile on her face. For Skylar she was just happy to have the family together and make memories.

As they walked to the café they could see the twins by the window, eating their ice cream. They walked up, placing the flowers on the table and sat down with a sigh.

Marianna pointed at her mama, ice cream covering her face. “Flower.”

“It is a flower, your papa put it there.”

“Why?”

Skylar shrugged her shoulders and looked over at Alex. “That’s a good question, why did you put a flower in my hair?”

“I just wanted to!”

“Fair point.” she laughs. “Are you guys hungry?”

“I’m starving.” said Grace

“Me too.” She glanced over to her family, seeing that they’ve already eaten. “We’ll be back.”

All three of them got up and headed towards the line of other people trying to get their food. As they stood in line, reading the menu up on the board Skylar glanced over at the pizza’s hoping they had what she wanted on display since she didn’t want to buy a whole pizza just yet.

“Apple bacon barbeque, have you had that? It sounds interesting.” asked Grace

“That’s what I’m getting, it sounds odd but it’s good.” She looked up at Alex who was still looking at the menu. “What are you getting moya sladost’?”

“Probably pepperoni, unless there’s a meat one available?” He glanced over to where the pizza display was. “Okay there is one, I’m getting that.”

The line was pretty long and moving at a snail's pace, that didn’t bother them. It was lunch time after all and walking around a big orchard can make anyone hungry.

After looking at the menu some more Grace turned around to face them. “I know what I’m getting, plain cheese. I can’t wait until I can break in that new skateboard.”

Alex chuckled, a small smile spreading across his face. “I’m sure you are milaya, now try not to break this one.”

“I will. And hey it wasn’t my fault I broke the first one, I wasn’t the one to run over my own skateboard.”

He went quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor, it made both of them laugh. The whole incident was an accident, Konstantin was playing with it in the front yard and decided to push it right at the moment Alex drove into the driveway, running right over it. It did freak him out for a moment until he realized what he ran over.

“Technically it was Konstantin, but he’s a baby and didn’t know better.” said Skylar “To him he was just playing. However, someone should have been watching the road a bit better.”

“Da, kotyonok. To be fair I didn’t see it go in front of the car.”

“I’m aware, you were busy waving at Marianna.”

They finally got to the front and ordered their food, returning to the table with the rest of the family. The twins were still eating away at their ice cream, with some of their own pieces of pizza nearby.

Skylar took a bite of hers, satisfying her growling stomach. “I’m surprised you got them to eat before giving them the ice cream. What’d you bribe them with?”

She chuckled when she saw the blank stairs looking back at her. She knows her children and knows that if there’s ice cream in play they’ll need a lot of bribing to make them eat their normal food beforehand.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Sky, we would never do such a thing.”

“Sure Chloe.” She chuckled. “I know my kids, it takes us a few bribes just for them to eat before dessert is served.”

“She bribed them with buying them a new toy.” said Evan

“Ah.”

Chloe gave Evan a glaring stair, making everyone chuckle. It wouldn’t be the first time Alex had to bribe them with a new toy to make them do something or eat something. For the most part all they have to do is tell them they have to eat their food before they can have dessert, sometimes it might be a toy if it’s important.

“Thanks Evan.”

“Hey it’s alright, wouldn’t be the first time we had to bribe them with a toy. However it was for that one appointment to make sure Konstantin wasn’t deaf and he wasn’t having it. Mostly we just tell them they have to eat their food or they don’t get dessert.”

“You never mentioned that, Sky.” said Sarah.

“There wasn’t much to mention.” She took a bit of her pizza, speaking a moment later. “We all know he’s a bit shyer than his sister and doesn’t talk that much. His doctor thought he might be deaf and wanted to run a few tests.”

Skylar glanced over at Konstantin eating a piece of his pizza, ignoring everything around him at the table. They all knew he could hear because he would look over if someone dropped something or if his name was mentioned. All because he was a little bit underdeveloped than his sister.

“All of that was a load of crap, he could hear us whenever we said his name or he looked over when something was dropped. No matter how much we told them they still wanted to do the tests.” said Alex

She reached over to grab his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “At least the tests weren’t bad, he just needed to sit in a room and look over at the speaker that made a sound. Being alone was the thing that made him cry and freak out. After talking with the doctor I could go in there with him.”

“What did you get him?”

“A horse he could ride in the house.”

She grabbed her phone from the table, searching through her videos until she found what she was looking for, then handed it to her mom. The video shows Konstantin on his horse, powered by him to make it move. The feet of the horse instead of hooves were wheels, making for a fun activity. It was also easy for him to navigate and use even for his young age.

“Awe that’s so cute!” said Chloe

“If only they had them when you were a child.” said her mom as she handed back the phone. “You would’ve loved that.”

“I’m sure I would have!”

xXx

A few hours passed and they were now home, with a few hours of daylight to spare so Grace could break in her new skateboard. And while Grace placed the wheels on the new skateboarding deck in the living room, Skylar was in the kitchen putting the apples that they picked into the fruit bowl, minus a few she was going to use to make some apple pie.

She was happy the day went well, the twins never had a tantrum and they got to spend some much needed time with the family.

A tug on her pant leg forced her to look down, seeing Marianna standing beside her. “Apple?”

“You want an apple?”

Marianna nodded her head and let go of her pant leg.

“Okay, I’ll get you an apple.”

Marianna ran back into the living room while she grabbed an apple and a knife. From her peripheral she could see Alex walk into the kitchen and over to her, leaning against the counter. She looked up, giving him a soft smile that he mirrored.

“I think today went rather well.”

“I do too, kotyonok.”

She began to cut the apple, placing it on a plate. “I was thinking we should go costume shopping tomorrow for the kids, it’s already pretty close to Halloween and they need costumes.”

“Okay, what were you thinking for the twins?”

He grabbed the plate with the apples on it for Marianna, waiting for Skylar to throw away the pit and place the knife in the sink before heading back into the living room with everyone else.

“I’m not sure yet. Do you have any ideas?”

“Ideas for what?”

“What costume the twins should wear for Halloween.”

Grace placed the screwdriver on the coffee table, finally done with putting the wheels on her skateboard. “Since Konstantin has the horse he should dress up as a cowboy, maybe Woody from Toy Story?”

Skylar sat down on the couch next to her with a sigh. “That is a good idea. Konstantin do you want to be Woody for Halloween?”

He looked up from the car he was playing with and nodded his head. Toy Story was one of his favorite movies, it would only be right for him to dress up as Woody.

“Well we figured out one, what about the other?”

They all went quiet for a moment, thinking up what to dress Marianna as. She was a bit more tricky on picking out a costume for, being much more picky on what she likes. One moment she can like something, and another she hates it. But the one thing she’ll always like are butterflies.

“What about a butterfly, kotyonok?”

“Oh, good idea moya sladost’. She does love butterflies.”

The rest of the night was followed by watching Grace break in her skateboard, followed by watching a few horror movies with some popcorn after the twins went to bed. All in all it was a good day!

#otp: the tachanka and his kotyonok #oc skylar jackson #alexsandr senaviev #tachanka #rainbow six siege #r6s #y'all better reblog this asdfghjkl

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The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- the end is nigh folks. Just a few more chapters. A/n2- So sorry if this feels rushed.)

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Chapter 9- Aftermath

“I’ve always been the kind to contemplate But you like the kind that don’t hesitate.” -Steve Moakler, Hesitate

When Y/n got back to her apartment, the first thing she did was call Julie, who unfortunately, didn’t answer her phone. With a heavy sigh, she made her way to her bedroom, getting out of her dress, tossing it to the laundry hamper, narrowly missing. Rummaging through her dresser, Y/n finally pulled out a pair of comfortable shorts and an old college sweater with the letters UCLA printed in bold navy letters at the front. Her hair was still wet from the torrential downpour, but Y/n couldn’t be bothered to plug in the drier. In fact, after the events of earlier that morning, all she wanted to do was bury herself in a mountain of pillows.

Every time she blinked, she could see the hurt look at Keanu wore when she just exploded at his place, like a time bomb that had been just waiting to go off. It had all just happened so fast; him blurting out that he loved her, waiting for her to say something, anything and then those pictures from the restaurant and Keanu admitting that he knew that it was happening all along. How could he?

Sniffing, Y/n finally realized that quiet tears had started trickling down her cheeks and as she plopped onto the sofa, her silent tears turned into body racking sobs. Possibly the best relationship of her life had just crumbled to nothingness.

Beside her, on the sofa, her discarded cell buzzed, and thinking it was Julie getting back to her, Y/n grabbed up the device, only to be disappointed when she saw what it actually was. Bombarding her notifications were texts from old friends and relatives, all asking the same questions, though, in different fashions; “Why didn’t you tell us you were seeing someone?” “You’re dating Keanu Reeves?” “Is that really you in the pictures?”

Of course, attached to their invasive messages, were tabloid articles and social media posts, and without responding, she opened one of the articles, the headlines reading; John Wick Star Keanu Reeves Dotes on Mystery Woman on Valentine’s Day: Check Out the Lucky Lady’s 21 Carat Present! Sure enough, the picture just below the headline was a zoomed in shot of the pendent resting on her chest, next to it, a photo of them kissing just after he had put it on for her. Quickly, with blurred vision, Y/n skimmed the article, that was filled with mostly speculations about how long they had been together and where on earth he could have possibly met a woman that would prompt him to buy a $30,000 necklace for what appeared to be their first Valentine’s together.

“Fuck,” Y/n breathed when she saw the estimated cost of it; it was almost as much as she got paid in a month. Which, arguably was a lot, but still. When Keanu had given it to her, he had said that expensiveness was subjective, which she eventually understood; to him the cost of something like that was barely a dent in his pocket and thus, being able to afford it was less than afterthought. But the writer seemed to have a different take on the issue, insinuating that Y/n had only gone out with him for his money and that she just wanted five minutes of fame.

Before she could get to the end, Y/n heard her front door open and slam, not even bothering to get up to see who it was; there was only one person with a key, and she was very liberal in using it. “Have you read these bullshit articles?” Julie’s voice reached the living room before she could, but soon, she was plopping down on the spot next to Y/n, “I can’t believe these assholes, calling you a gold digger,” Julie scoffed, though when she realized that Y/n was still crying, she pulled her into a hug, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. These things die down pretty quickly anyway.”

Y/n sniffled, “I know, it’s just....” she was so close to telling Julie what had happened earlier that morning, but Y/n didn’t think she was ready to talk about it, not until she had processed her feelings on her own.

“Just what honey?” Julie probed, passing one hand over Y/n’s tangled hair, while rubbing her back soothingly.

“Nothing,” Y/n shifted, pulling away and wiping her eyes hastily, “I don’t want to talk about it right now,” she determined, her tears slowing and her breaths evening.

Julie frowned, slumping her shoulders, “Are you sure? I shouldn’t have to tell you that you can talk to me about anything. Anything,” she took Y/n’s hand, “I’m here for you, always.”

“I know,” Y/n nodded, looking down at their joined hands, her brows knitting when she noticed something that wasn’t there before, “Is this.....what I think it is?” Y/n lifted Julies left hand closer to her face, examining the pink tinted, diamond. The ring, which sat comfortably on Julie’s left ring finger, was gorgeous; the largest, glittering stone set in a rose gold band, flanked by two smaller white diamonds, all no doubt, very real.

Suddenly, Y/n was putting aside her own internal turmoil to squeeze some details out of her best friend, “This is an engagement ring!”

“It is!” Julie returned with the same vigor.

Y/n’s mouth hung open, reddened eyes wide, “You don’t even have a boyfriend!”

Laughing childishly, Julie shook her head, “But now I have a fiancée!”

“Since when?”

Julie just shrugged, “Since about eighteen hours ago,” grabbing Y/n’s hands again, she scooted closer, “Don’t you want to know who he is?”

“Umm, obviously,” she chuckled, and when Julie hesitated, Y/n bounced a bit in her seat, “Come on Jules, tell me.”

“Okay, okay,” she beamed, “It’s Eric Riley. I know you two have never met, but I swear, you’ll love him, he’s such a sweetheart.”

“Jules, hun, isn't that the author you’re working with?” Y/n frowned, her brows furrowing. Julie had only known the man for a couple months, and now they were engaged? They hadn’t even been dating. Between the two, Julie had always been the one willing to take risks in the name of love, but an engagement and possibly marriage? That was a lot, even for her. She didn’t want to see her make a mistake that she might regret, but Y/n didn’t want to dwindle her excitement either. “Sweetie,” she continued, “You’ve only known him for two months, and he proposed last night?”

“I know what you’re thinking,” Julie countered, clearly about to try to convince Y/n of otherwise, “But we do love each other. And I know we haven’t been dating, but we have been going out a lot outside of work and I’ve never felt this way about someone,” Julie determined.

Stuttering, Y/n shook her head, standing and heading for the kitchen, deciding that a glass of wine might help her process the whole thing. Julie followed, close on her heels, eyeing Y/n through the corner of her eye as she got a couple glasses out of the cupboard. Wordlessly, Y/n poured them some and it was only after her first sip, did she speak again, “You can’t love someone you barely know Jules.”

Julie scoffed quietly, “Really,” she blinked quickly, as if trying to get rid of gathered tears, “Cause I loved my dad for sixteen fucking years and it turns out that I didn’t now him at all,”

Y/n’s jaw clenched and she involuntarily winced at the memory; when they were sixteen, Julie and her mom found out that her father had another family a couple states over and that his business trips were actually excuses to see them. By the time the news had spread to the rest of their community, he was gone, for good that time. Y/n had been at her friend's side, offering as much as she could and twelve years later, she knew Julie well enough to know that it still hurt like hell. Sighing, Y/n shook her head, “That’s not the same.”

“I know,” Julie agreed, “It’s not, but it means that you can know someone your entire life and still never really know them. Besides, I’ve learnt more about Eric in two months that I did about my dad in sixteen years, and it was enough to make me fall in love with him. Y/n/n,” Julie sighed, “So many people spend months, years even, going through the motions, never skipping a step, and in the end, they still end up with something they never wanted in the first place. And the way I see it; true, real love is already hard enough to come by, do you really think we should waste time putting it through all these tests? Why can’t we just feel the way we feel, for whoever we feel it for?”

Huffing, deep down, Y/n knew Julie was right, and glancing away, she couldn’t help it when her mind ran back to Keanu. Why couldn’t she just let herself feel the way she felt? If Y/n was being honest with herself, she was in love with Keanu, no doubt. Be she was also so scared of the fact; scared that it would make it easier for him to hurt her, scared that they were mistaking lust and infatuation for love, it wasn’t logical and the things she felt when they were together wasn’t something she could easily understand. What if things were going too fast for them to last? What if they were setting themselves up for heartbreak? There were so many ‘what ifs’. Taking another lengthily drag of her wine, Y/n began again, “Because-”

“Because it doesn’t make sense,” Julie finished before Y/n could, “You really want to wait around for something to make sense, and risk missing out on something beautiful?”

Tears pinched at Y/n’s eyes, but after a deep breath, she managed to quell her emotions before Julie could notice, her voice almost breaking when she finally admitted, “Maybe you’re right.” Forcing a smile, not wanting to further damper Julie’s moment with the ruins of her imploded relationship, Y/n pulled her into a tight hug, “Congratulations hun.”

Hugging her back just as tightly, Julie thanked her, “I’m so glad you could come around, my wedding would be a bore without my maid of honor.”

When they broke, Y/n and Julie still held each other’s arms, still smiling, Y/n added, “I hope he knows that if he breaks you’re heart, I’ll have to make him disappear.”

Giggling, Julie threw her blond head back, “Don’t worry, I told him. Oh!” She cooed, pulling Y/n into another hug, “I’m so happy!” She squealed, “And isn’t it amazing? We’ve both have these great guys, at the same time!”

Julie couldn’t see it, but Y/n’s fake smile faltered, and she wasn’t half as enthused as Julie when she meekly returned, “Yeah, yeah, I guess we have.”

Two Days Later Y/n sat in her car, the engine of her shiny off-white Range Rover idling. She was already ten minutes late for dinner with Julie and her new beau. Julie had offered to wait until Y/n had gotten home from work and was ready, so they could all go together, but she had declined. And because she had yet to tell her about Saturday afternoon’s incident, and probable break-up, when Julie had also asked if they could turn their introductory dinner into a double date, Y/n summed up some excuse about Keanu having a meeting with his manager.

The truth was that she actually hadn’t spoken to Keanu since that day. Though, Y/n would have liked to think that it was no fault of her own; she had called and texted, but he hadn’t been so inclined to respond. Of course, it stung, but considering that she was the one that walked out, she guessed that he deserved some time to work through it the way she was working through it.

That was what he needed right; time?

Then why did giving it to him feel like she was just making things worse?

Sighing, Y/n fished her cell out of her clutch, pulling up his number and hitting call. It rang, and rang, and rang, until his voicemail came up, and with a huff, Y/n didn’t bother with leaving a message and hung up.

Just as she turned the car off, her phone buzzed and with high hopes, Y/n quickly turned it over in her lap, only to let her shoulders slump when she saw that it was Julie, asking where she was. Hurriedly, Y/n let her know that she was on her way in, locking her car and jogging towards the entrance.

Inside, the hostess, a young woman dressed in black lead Y/n to Julie and Eric’s table just past the bar. “You’re here!” Julie clapped excitedly, standing, along with an attractive man, probably in his mid-thirties dressed in sensible khakis and a pale green sweater.

“I am,” Y/n giggled, pulling Julie into a short hug, “Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with some things at the office,” she lied smoothly. As they pulled away, Y/n offered her hand to Eric, “I’m Y/n.”

“Eric,” he returned with a warm smile, using his free hand to push up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose, something that Y/n quickly registered as a nervous tick, “Pleasure to meet you, Julie talk about you, a lot,” he smiled, returning his hand to the small of Julie’s back as they all sat.

A waiter came, offering them wine, which everyone gratefully accepted and Y/n chortled quietly, “Funny, because I’ve barely heard a thing about you,” she teased, though Eric didn’t seem to find the humor in it and he started stuttering, obviously not sure if Y/n was trying to be mean or funny.

It was strange, Y/n thought; already, Eric didn’t really seem like Julie’s type; she usually went for the kind of guys that were so over-confident that they stole rooms by just walking in, the Adonis types with camera ready smiles and a body that was the product of six days a week spent at the gym; the personal trainers, wanna-be models, and if Y/n remembered correctly, there was even a pro-footballer somewhere in the mix. Of course she’d never call her best friend shallow, but Julie definitely had a type and if one wanted a word for said type, ‘jerk’ perfectly encapsulated it.

But Eric was shaping up to be a pleasantly welcome change of pace; a little shy, bookish, looked at Julie with wide eyes filled with adoration and Y/n was willing to bet all her money that the most outlandish thing he had ever done was proposing to Julie after just two months of knowing her.

Rubbing his arm comfortingly, Julie offered Y/n a playfully scolding stare, interjecting; “What Y/n means is that we haven’t had enough time for me to tell her about you. But this is what tonight is about; my guy,” she pecked his cheek sweetly and he went red up to his ears, “And my gal,” Julie took Y/n’s hand across the table, “Getting to know each other.”

A couple hours later, just before they had called for the check, the three sat, comfortable chatter dominating the table. They had already gone through a bottle and a half of wine, though none of them seemed drunk in the least, but the alcohol did seem to break the ice; warming Y/n a little more to idea of their engagement and helping Eric open up a bit.

A brief break in to conversation when Eric handed over his credit card to the waiter saw Y/n leaning back into her seat, wine glass to her lips, eyeing the couple wistfully; Eric’s arm was draped over the back of Julie’s chair and her head was nestled comfortably in his side. If Keanu were there, Y/n knew that they might have looked just the same.

“What?” Julie knitted her brows, meeting Y/n gaze.

“Nothing,” Y/n shook her head, finishing off her drink, toying with the stem of her now empty glass. Emboldened, Y/n barely hesitated before adding, “You know Eric, when Julie told me you proposed, I was a little worried. But now that we’ve met, if someone is going to propose to my sister after two months, I’m glad you were the one brave enough to do it.”

“What can I say?” Eric chuckled, glancing at Julie, “When you know you know, right? You just need to be willing to take that risk. Besides, Jules is worth any risk.”

As if forgetting that Y/n was there, the two fell into an episode of sweet kisses punctuated by soft giggles and whispered sweet nothings. With Eric’s earlier words and Julie’s little speech from Saturday still swirling around in her head, and seeing them so happy and in love, Y/n couldn’t help but miss Keanu more than ever.

It had only been two days, but still Y/n missed Keanu more than she missed past boyfriends that she had been away from for weeks. And yet there she was, calling phone calls and texts her best shot at reconciliation, just because she was too scared to march up to his house and offer him what she had been too frightened to before.

It had only been three weeks, Y/n didn’t know everything about Keanu, she probably never would, but she did know him enough to love him.

He was worth the risk.

And she had been waiting for something beautiful to make sense.

But what Y/n had only just realized was that the only thing that made sense about her relationship with Keanu was that she loved him. His laugh, the way it felt when they held hands, the warmth she felt down to her toes when they kissed, everything. Y/n loved Keanu, in the truest sense of the word.

She had to fix things.

Standing abruptly, Y/n grabbed up her purse from the table, startling both Julie and Eric. “I have to go,” she offered hurriedly, already searching for her car keys, “It was great to meet you Eric,” Y/n was already walking off, glancing back towards the table.

“But we wanted to tell-”

Y/n cut Julie off, “Uh, I’ll call you.....or something. But I really have to go.”

In no time, Y/n was out of the restaurant, in her car and backing out of the spot. Taking all the shortcuts she could think off, she even came close to crossing the speed limit.

It didn’t take half as long as it would have via the usual route, and twenty minutes later, Y/n was parked on curb, in front of a familiar house. The same one she had left in a frenzy on Saturday, while the rain poured down on all of Los Angeles.

With her heart in her throat, Y/n got out, shoving the door shut and making her way to the front door. Her breaths were ragged with anxiety and her palms were sweaty. Exhaling loudly, she pushed the little silver button; the automatic hum of the doorbell faint from the outside. Not long after, the front lights turned on, bathing her with a bright white warmth. And then, seconds later, the front door was pulled open, revealing Keanu, already in his pajamas; lounge pants and an old t-shirt, his hair messy and renewed hurt painting his handsome features at the sight of her.

Licking his lips, Y/n thought that Keanu looked as if he were contemplating shutting the door but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Swallowing tightly, she willed herself to speak, “Hey,” Y/n croaked and when he looked away without replying, she continued, “Can we talk?”

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All hail the new queen... - 19 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen

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Zeus took a deep breath in through his nose as he stared at the house through the gate, “Charon…”

“Yes, Lord Zeus?” Charon asked from his guard post leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up as he turned the page of the magazine he was reading.

“Could you please try again?” Zeus huffed as he began tapping his foot.

“I could Lord Zeus, but I believe the last four times will give you the answer of the fifth time.” Charon spoke without looking up, “Is the request urgent?”

“…not…particularly…” Zeus pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “Who allowed this stupid rule that Hades had to grant other gods permission to enter the Underworld?”

“I believe that was you, Lord Zeus.” Charon smiled at him as he sat up from finishing his article.

“Thank you, Charon. You do have a good memory…” Zeus groaned as the ferryman disappeared, “What could he be doing that keeps me out here?”

“Lord Hades?” Charon spoke quietly as he appeared in the dining room next to Hades.

Hades held up a finger, “Drinking a cup of coffee is something people do every day, alone or with friends, at home or at work. A researcher following the theory of symbolic interactionism who is observing two people enjoying a coffee together would primarily point out that…”

He watched you take in a deep breath, “Uh…that coffee has become more of a symbolic morning ritual?”

“Close enough in my book.” Hades handed the note card over to you as he looked to Charon, “Hasn’t left yet?”

“No, sir, he seems insistent on seeing you today.” Charon smiled at you both.

You looked up from reading the full answer, “Hades, if you need to go…”

“No…today is important for you. I want you to feel as prepared as you can.” Hades looked back to Charon, “Tell him to return this afternoon, I’m busy helping Y/N.”

“Yes, of course.” Charon smiled as he turned sticking his head out the guard house, “Lord Zeus…My Lord Hades has requested you return this afternoon when he’s finished indulging Y/N in her studies.”

Hades looked up from the card in his hand as he heard a loud wail. Zeus…ever the baby of the family. He found it truly amazing that his little brother had single handedly rescued him then after led a war, “I’m sorry…my brother’s pure distain distracted me, what did you say?”

“It’s fine, I know it’s right.” You took in a deep breath closing your book before standing up from the table, “I have to get going anyway, I need to pick up some scantrons.”

“Are you sure? We can go over it again…” He stood up scooping up your study cards, “Or I could drive you there, squeeze in a few more questions.”

“As much as I appreciate it, I think I just want to take a nice drive on Lana and relax a bit.” You smiled at him before leaning up on your toes kissing his cheek, “Thank you…I’ll be home late.”

He smiled a little reaching up touch his cheek. You were so gentle with him and he never understood why? He was a god; he didn’t need you to be gentle. He asked you the other day and you told him it was because you knew his heart was fragile. Which of course led to him asking how you knew that? You responded with a bright smile telling him you just knew.

Thankfully his brother heeded his request. He had a few hours of peace before he came calling again. He finished signing off on a few things as Zeus walked into his office taking a seat in front of his desk with a huff.

“It wasn’t that long of a wait.” Hades shook his head before looking up to him. He froze a little seeing a scroll in his hand, “You took the record out of the library?”

“I asked permission, they know I have it.” Zeus told him taking a deep breath, “I’m on to something and I wanted to talk to you about it. I could use your council right now.”

It had been close to five hundred years since Zeus had asked him for his help on a serious matter. Hades bowed his head taking off his glasses, “Of course, Lord Zeus…”

“Oh stop that…” Zeus stood up setting the scroll on the desk before putting his hands on his hips, “We’re still brothers, Hades…”

“Just wanted to make it somewhat official.” Hades reached over untying the scroll, “What has you so bothered?”

“Y/N…” Hades looked to him seeing his eyes serious, but raising his hands to let him finish, “Not her, really…Just her family’s access to this.”

He laid your grandmother’s book on the table next to the scroll, “I don’t understand.”

“That scroll is a blessing record from Hecate.” Zeus planted a finger on your book, “And this is the blessing. Ways to create doors to our realms.”

“There can’t be a door to everyone…” Hades scoffed pulling from his brother’s index finger staring at him, “Zeus, that would have been…”

“Completely irresponsible? I don’t remember being exactly an example of following rules and being responsible.” Zeus sighed taking a step back falling into his seat, “I asked Hecate again and she really doesn’t remember doing it. It was back when Dionysus was roving the world. Magnificent parties…but the stuff was hard stuff and even I had my hazy moments.”

Hades began flipping through it seeing several he instantly recognized, “Shit…”

“That’s definitely one word.” Zeus began rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger, “As far as I know, this is the only one. At least there’s solace in that.”

“What are you going to do?” Hades shut the leather book, keeping his hand on top of it. This was a serious matter, mortals weren’t supposed to exist in our realms and those that came were privileged and only allowed brief stays at the protection of a god.

“I’m not sure. I’m unsettled that they were able to just…walk in…but as far as I can tell they only did it a handful of times and for acceptable requests.” Zeus let his hand fall to the arm rest, “And I suppose since Y/N is in possession of it and she is residing with you…we don’t have much to worry about.”

Hades leaned back relaxing a little, “You seemed as if there was a problem, but it worked itself out, didn’t it?”

Zeus looked away trying to find the right way to speak the next few sentences, “Do you remember the Prophecy of the Rise?”

Hades tensed as his eyes widened. This was the second mention of it in the course of a couple weeks, “What of it? It’s a fairy tale.”

Hades watched his brother shift uncomfortably, “Not exactly…”

“Zeus, stop dancing around the problem and spit it out!” Hades glared at him, “You’re freaking me out.”

“You should be…” Zeus swallowed finally looking at him, “The Fates…They called on me when they were young…very young…I first thought they wanted to play a game as children do…but then Atropos took my hand and her sisters fell in line with her and they spoke the immovable words.”

“The doors will open; the brother shall mark a strengthening of bonds by the spilling of mortal blood. It shall be then, the exiled one shall awaken from his cage causing an age of pain and the dawn of evil, and a rise of a new god by greater sacrifice.” Hades shook his head slowly, “I’ve heard it, we all have…It’s nonsense…”

“It’s what I fed everyone.” Zeus looked away ashamed, “Everyone was healing…mortals were worshipping…everyone was happy…I didn’t want fear to rule everyone again.”

Hades felt a cold chill run up his spine, “W-what did it actually say…Zeus?”

“The doors will open, when the moment comes that summer ends, the young one shall cause a rise of faith and an age of justice. Mortal blood will spill in the halls of Olympus, upon that night the exiled one will awaken in his cage.” Hades felt his throat tighten as fear crept over his features, “The monster will break his chains bringing pain as he steps back into this world, seeking vengeance. The old one will walk away, as the newcomer’s sacrifice marks the rise of hope, upon that day what was shrouded will be revealed…”

“I’m sorry…Hades…” Zeus hung his head when he finished, “I think we all know who it speaks of…”

“You should have told us…” Hades whispered as he clenched his fist.

“I know…I just…” Zeus cleared his throat, “You were just beginning to move on…I didn’t want this to hang over you…all of you…”

“I would have never allowed her here!” Hades snapped at him, “What the Fates say is law! I would have never let her near this place! Dammit Zeus!”

Zeus watched Hades stand to his feet looking out the back window at his kingdom, “Hades…”

“She’s been to Olympus twice…the first time she was dragged across the floor and threatened…The second time…” Hades felt everything inside of him crumbling, “Media…”

Zeus stood up setting his jaw, “What about Media?”

“Gy…” He turned to his brother worry in his eyes, “He came to us and warned us…I thought it was story, so I dismissed it as a youngster overthinking…but Media, she believes in this prophecy…enough to try and make it come true.”

Zeus nodded slowly, “Hades I am truly sorry, but I don’t regret keeping it from you. Prophecies become forced if you dwell on them…and that girl…that woman…Y/N, she’s good for you, and you would have never known her if you knew everything.”

Hades looked away for a moment before looking back seeing Zeus heading for the door, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to fix this…unlike you,” Zeus glanced back at him when he opened the door, “I don’t let prophecies tell me what to do, and even as they come true…I gotta believe that if we’re lucky they left something out…They usually do.”

Hades stood alone in his office staring at the book on his desk…the doors… He took it throwing it into his desk drawer locking it away. The Fates were always cruel to him.

He shut his eyes tightly thinking of you. He felt more faith then he’d felt in a long time when you entered his temple the first time. Then living with you daily, your passion fueled him. Maybe because he was drinking it up from the source, but he knew that already two points of the prophecy was true. He just had to keep you from Olympus for as long as he could.

He played Zeus’ words over and over trying to decipher any other clues. Time slipped away from him as evening came. Still he sat there, eyes shut repeating the words slowly. He was only brought out of his trance when he heard your voice.

“Hades…” His eyes flashed open as he pushed away everything. He had to make sure everything well for you. Today had been a big day for you.

“Y/N, how did…” He stopped as he saw you standing in the middle of his office. His heart jumped to his throat as he saw the blood trickling down your neck. Everything shook inside of him as he saw your soul standing before him. You were dying somewhere…

Your eyes looked through him as you spoke again. It was this time he noticed the distance, “Hades…help…”

The apparition of you faded leaving his heart pounding in his ears. You were still with the living, but he didn’t know for how long. He snapped his fingers as he appeared outside on the tallest building of the city his bident in his hand. He shut his eyes tightly clenching his empty fist trying to draw your connection to him. It was faint…you were still at the school.

Another snap and he was outside the barrier he’d put up months ago. His pushed against it closing his eyes tightly. He could feel you on the other side as he whispered, “I’m sorry…I have to break my promise…”

He raised his other arm up thrusting the bident into the barrier shattering it shattering it across the entire campus. Instantly his connection to you strengthened. He hadn’t realized how dampened it was while you were at school, even now as it grew weaker with every drawn breath.

He raced to the top of another building looking over the campus. He was breaking all the rules tonight as he shut his eyes locating you by connecting to your brand. He felt inwardly sick breaking his promises to you, one right after another…but he couldn’t apologize to the dead, could he? He would bear it this time…

His eyes connected to the source in the distance, seeing a dull purple glow. He wasted no more time as he phased over to the source. He stood in a parking lot hearing a struggle. He turned his head sharply seeing young mortal struggling to get someone into the back seat of the car. That someone lit up like light to him.

Hades could not contain the rage inside of him as he strode forward throwing bident into the car pushing it away from them. The young man turned frightened right into his clutches. Hades relished the small noise of fear that escaped him.

His eyes flicked over to the car where he saw you, unconscious in the backseat, clothes disheveled, blood down you neck. His eyes darkened as a cold wind began to circle around his feet. He spoke as he lifted this pathetic mortal off the ground, “You dare…”

“What the fuck!?” The panic that overtook the clawing man only angered Hades further.

“Silence!” The lights in the parking lot shattered at Hades’ demand. The mortal fell quiet, only whimpers escaping him, “You dare lay a hand on her?”

“I…I didn’t…” He shook his head stammering only seeing the deep purple glowing eyes, “Please…please who are you?”

Hades pulled him close the wind picking up as his voice lowered, “I am thing your world has turned into a twisted mad villain, full of rage and ready for vengeance…so I will play the part and I will play it well…I am Hades, King of the Underworld and I am having a very bad day…”

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winchesterbrotherstan · 4 years

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Agents of Shield- 0-8-4

Pairing: Leo Fitz x Violet Ward (OC)

Summary: The gang finds a strange object in a South American cave, Grant and Violet mentally vibe, Violet gets shot, the side of the plane blows up!

Warnings: cursing, shoot-out, angry rebels, gunshot wound

Word Count: 11297 (she sorta long eek)

“S.H.I.E.L.D. 6-1-6, you have course confirmation. You are cleared direct to the Slingshot.” An agent’s voice came over the speakers. “Agent Coulson, everything all right up there? We heard you had a little dustup on the ground.”

“Yeah, we’re all good. It’s gonna be blue skies from here on out.” He replied shortly.

Then the side of the plane blew open, and wind rushed in, sucking things out and leaving Coulson clinging to the pole and struggling to hang on.

19 HOURS EARLIER

I helped Skye take her last bag out of her van before she hopped out, dressed in a cute red dress with leather boots. I pulled the sleeves of Fitz’s green sweater down to my fingers as I lifted a bag for her and she took out a box.

“Hey!” She called to the agent who came to take her van. “No joy rides, okay? That’s my house.” She mumbled the last part.

“No worries.” He laughed and placed a gadget on it to turn the engine on.

She scoffed. “Where do they think of this stuff?” She smiled at me.

We walked up the ramp as it closed behind us. Jemma gave her a cheery welcome as we passed the lab. Fitz was hyperfocused on what seemed to be the dendrotoxin in the night-night gun.

“Agent Coulson told us the news!” Jemma came with a smile. “What a wonderful surprise!”

Fitz followed her, hands fisted on his hips. He eyed me in his sweater, and his eyebrows shot up before he became stoic again as Jemma spoke.

“Isn’t it, Fitz?”

“Yes, what a surprise.” He nodded with a false smile, obviously disgruntled.

“No, it’s wonderful, you must be very excited!” Jemma cut him off.

“Yep, first day of school.”

“Alright, Jem, you can be best friends later. Come on, Skye.” I grinned at Jemma.

We walked up to the main floor, where I showed her the extra room.

“Do you guys just plan on having consults?” She asked, placing the box down on her bed with a laugh.

“No, I don’t think so. This was supposed to be my bedroom.” I placed the bag down on the bed.

“What happened, you bunk with big brother now?” She quirked an eyebrow playfully.

I tilted my head. “Agent Coulson tell you?”

“No. He mentioned it when he was under that truth serum. Is that real by the way? Because he said some real weird stuff. It was kinda freaky.”

“Uh, no. Truth serum isn’t real.” I squinted. “What kinda stuff?”

“Called your grandmother Gramzy.” She chuckled.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s good at lying.” I sighed.

She noticed the tension that came with the mention of Grant’s behavior and what he said.

“So. If you’re not sleeping here, and you’re not with your brother, where?” She sat on the bed and patted it.

I took the spot next to her. “Fitz and I share a bedroom. Coulson told us to take the bigger one, because we apparently ‘live stuck to each other’s hips anyways’.” I put quotes around that, rolling my eyes. “That, and he said he’ll probably spend most nights in his office anyways.” I smiled.

“You share a bedroom? Scandalous!” She giggled.

I chuckled. This was typical. Coulson had told me to gain her trust, get in her head. She was about my age, and I could probably read her fairly easily.

“We’ve been together for a few years now. We met at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. He’s the best.” I grinned.

Yes, I was playing a role, but anything I said about Fitz was bound to be genuine. I loved him with all my heart, and there was no easy way to lie about that.

“Cute, cute. How long exactly?”

“Uh well we met when we were like fifteen and sixteen, and we started dating when he turned eighteen, so like eight years.” I smiled.

“Aw! So, what does big brother think? About you dating the nerdy tech guy?” She wrinkled her nose, obviously joking.

“It’s uh… complicated. But I don’t really care what he thinks.” I shrugged, picking up the lag and closing the awkward gap. “Fitz is great, and I love him.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!”

I smiled, blushing. “Alright, come on. I’ll show you around.”

“So what exactly is this place?” She asked, following me through the halls.

“Officially, it’s an airborne mobile command station but we call it the Bus.” I saw Fitz-Simmons coming up the steps, joining us.

Fitz caught my hand in his immediately, falling into step with me. “Yeah, we find it best to use shorthand when in the field. But everything has to be just so, you know, because of the danger.” He seemed intent on scaring her.

I squeezed his hand and pulled on his arm, shooting him a look. He got the message that he was going to ruin Coulson’s plan and shut up, pouting like a child.

“Yeah, I’ve been up here before, but I didn’t see much because of the bag that Agent Ward put over my head.”

“Yes, so sorry about that.” Jemma smiled apologetically.

Skye turned to me, stopping in her tracks. “How do you handle that, by the way? Since there’s two of you?”

“Oh, everyone just calls me Violet.”

“Oh, that’s such a pretty name!” She took the water bottle Jemma offered.

Before I could reply, May came over the comms. “Wheels up in two. Lock it or lose it.”

“What’s that mean?” Skye looked at me with wide eyes.

“No backing out now.” Fitz smirked.

I glared at him very obviously before turning back to Skye with a reassuring smile. “Just means we should pack up your stuff before taking off so it doesn’t go everywhere. Come on.”

She started back toward her bunk and Fitz pulled me back by the arm.

“What is it? Why do you keep trying to scare her off?” I hissed in a hushed voice.

“I just don’t like new people is all. You know this. Come to our bunk once you’re done helping Skye, yeah?”

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. “Fine.”

He broke into a grin and leaned in to kiss my cheek before walking off. I rolled my eyes again, this time smiling. I went back to Skye, only to see Grant rapidly approaching her door. I cleared my throat and basically took a hop toward her door, leaning against the doorframe. Grant glared at me and knocked on her open door.

“Hey, I just shoved my bags into the drawers. I’ll unpack later.” She smiled at me and then turned to my brother, “Hey! I know we didn’t really-”

“You might wanna read that. This isn’t like other planes.” He shoved a paper in her hands and stalked off.

“Sorry about him. He’s got, uh, social issues.” I offered an apology.

“You could say that again.” She unfolded the paper, and I could now see that it was the layout and emergency exits for the Bus.

“Say what again?” Coulson approached now.

“Sweet ride.” Skye grinned at him.

“I earned a little goodwill from Director Fury when I got hit right before the Battle of New York.” He was referring to the Chitauri invasion that took place a year back, led by Loki Laufeyson and stopped by the Avengers.

“You took a bullet?” She asked, tossing the pamphlet aside.

“Ish.” Coulson said, and I turned tail and left.

I hated to hear his recounting of how Loki had stabbed him through the heart. Coulson believed that he had surgery and then was given a vacation in Tahiti. Only a few agents knew what had really happened, and we all had to pretend we didn’t. I passed Grant, perched on one of the bar stools.

“Violet.” He caught my attention.

I froze, plastered a smile on my face, and turned on my heel. “What’s up, Grant?”

“Come here for a minute.” He made a grabby hand.

I squared my shoulders as I padded over to sit next to him. He took a sip of his water before turning to me, eyes squinted.

“Why’s he bringing Skye?”

“She’s a fresh pair of eyes.” I spat out.

“Why’s he trusting her?” He fired.

“He’s got a plan.”

“What sort of plan?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you, Grant.” I smiled.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. This was an interrogation, and we both knew it. His face read a mixture of frustration and pride.

Give me the answers I want.

It was like I could hear him in my head.

Give up, Grant. I narrowed my eyes.

He wanted answers, but he was also glad to see I wasn’t easy to give them up. He switched subjects.

“You and Fitz. What is that? Friends with benefits? Are you guys secretly married, or—”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“How old is he?” A silent he looks twelve followed, and I felt a small sense of relief at being able to read his facial expressions.

“Twenty six.”

“Is he good to you?” It didn’t seem to be coming from genuine brotherly concern, but some ulterior motive.

“Always.”

“How long have you been a thing?” His head tilted.

“Eight years.” I didn’t have to do the math again.

“Has he ever hurt you?”

“If you count shooting me in the forehead with a NERF gun, then sure.”

I got an eye roll. “How about emotionally?”

“Not on purpose.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“The academy.”

“Have you guys ever done anything physical?”

I leaned in with a scowl. “None of your business, dad.”

A pause.

“Why are you with him?”

“How many reasons do you want?” I tilted my head.

“First one that comes to mind.”

“He’s cute.”

“Wow, anything less shallow?” He recoiled.

“He’s smart. Funny, makes me laugh, makes sure I’m okay, takes care of me, doesn’t make me feel stupid-”

“Okay, I got the message.” He put his hands up, but I had already set up the kill.

“Oh, and he’s always there for me. Real supportive too.” I sat up straight.

I watched his face change as he gulped and looked down. That was a hit that had hurt, and it was intentional.

Jesus, Vi. You didn’t have to go there.

I didn’t expect Grant to tell me everything. I didn’t expect a written biography or complete transparency. But I had expected him not to lie to my face and act like I wouldn’t figure out. I had expected for him to support my choices, even ones as simple as I like Fitz and I’m dating him.

I met his glance with arched eyebrows.

I wanted to.

“Any more questions?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Great! I’ll see you in a bit.” I walked past him with a slap to the shoulder, my confident facade falling once I was in the safety of my room with the door shut.

“Darling? You alright?” He was sitting in the arm chair, already buckled up for the take off.

I felt tears cloud my vision as I swallowed hard.

“Come here.” He began to unbuckle himself, but I looked up and shook my head.

The plane lights flickered and there was a beep. I rushed to Fitz, falling into his lap as he wrapped his arms around me, a hand in my hair and the other around my legs, holding me against him. The take off only lasted a few minutes, and by then I had cried myself to calmness. Fitz’s white shirt now had tear stains on it, and the collar of his green flannel was a tad wet, but he didn’t care.

“Talk to me, Vi.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and cradled me in his arms as he laid me down on the bed and sat next to me, kicking his shoes off.

I only climbed back into his lap with my head against his shoulder and he leaned against the wall, sighing. I wasn’t crying anymore, but I didn’t know how to say what I wanted to. He pulled his arms around me, pressing kisses to my forehead.

“He’s different. He’s so different.” I finally croaked.

“What happened?” He angled his head down to look me in the eyes.

I shifted, sitting up to face him.

“He was asking all these questions about Skye, an-and then about you and I just- I… He got so … pissy? God no, that’s not the word. I don’t even think there is a word. He just got so-”

“Attackative?” He offered with a gentle smile.

“That is not a word.” I shook my head.

“No, it’s not. But it’s the word you need.” He shrugged. “What was he asking, darlin’?” He brushed my hair behind my ear.

I sighed. “Why Coulson was bringing Skye along, why we were trusting her.” I shook my head before meeting his gentle gaze.

“You don’t have to tell me the rest if you don’t want. I know it’s all delicate.” His eyebrows were furrowed.

I shook my head again. “He started to grill me.” I rolled my eyes. “About you. About us. But it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t ‘I’m your brother therefore I’m concerned about who you’re dating’, it-it was more of a ‘I wanna know all about your relationship so I can pick it apart’ interrogation type thing.”

Fitz sighed, “Darling, I’m sure he’s just trying to get to know you better. Maybe he’s out of practice. You know how field agents are. Especially specialists.”

“No, Leo. He’s wrong. He’s not who he used to be.” I sighed.

Fitz cupped my cheek. “Who was he before?”

I felt my heart crumble. “He was my brother before, Leo. He was just my brother, and now he’s some stupid heartless solider.”

***

The brakes screeched as May slammed them. We had to fit six people in an SUV with five seats, which naturally ended with me sitting in Fitz’s lap. He opened the door and let me hop out before following suit, everyone but May piling out.

“Tire tracks forty meters back. I’ll check them against the site’s trucks, make sure we’re alone.” Grant spoke.

“Too much exposure here. I’m gonna find a place to park.” May looked around.

Fitz-Simmons unloaded their gear, and May pulled off. We looked around as animals chittered in the trees. Fitz pulled me from Grant’s side, holding my hand tightly. Jemma offered me a smile. Fitz must’ve mentioned Grant’s approach.

“I would love to see a capuchin in the wild. Maybe even a yellow-tailed woolly monkey. You know, um, Peru has thirty-two different species of monkey.” He spewed excitedly.

I loved to watch him geek out over technological things, but him geeking about monkeys was a whole new level. I personally didn’t like monkeys, because I was scared of them at a young age at zoos, but Fitz knew so much that it warmed my heart.

“Yeah, and over two hundred species of snakes! The shushupe has a fascinating ven-” She was forced to back up as Fitz pulled his suitcase from the rack attached to a van he bumped into. “Venom. It’s neurotoxic, proteolytic, and hemolytic!”

“Oh, that’s fascinating.” Fitz forced out, now nervous.

“Oh! No, I’d be much more worried about earthquakes, malaria-”

I cut her off with a hand to the back of Fitz’s neck to kill a pestering mosquito. She turned to us with a smile.

“Ah, there’s no vaccine for dengue fever.” She turned and gasped at the sight of the Peruvian ruins in front of us.

“Look at that.” I mumbled.

Before I had gotten into psychology, and eventually S.H.I.E.L.D., I had planned on becoming an archaeologist. My mother and father had bullied me out of it, but my love for it still held strong. Fitz-Simmons knew this, and watched with laughing smiles as I stared in awe.

“Come on, let’s get a picture!” Jemma pulled us onto the first step.

“No, no, guys-” I tried to get out of it, but Jemma posed on one side of me and Fitz trapped me on the other, grabbing my face and leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek as Jemma snapped a picture. I was smiling widely, but I couldn’t help it. I loved them both, and they knew it. Skye caught my eye from behind Coulson and grinned wide.

“Good morning, professor.” Coulson spoke to the archaeologist that came out of the ruins. “I’m Agent Coulson, with S.H.I.E.L.D.. I understand you’ve made an interesting discovery.”

The man sighed. “I-I’m not sure how to explain it. This temple dates back at least 500 years. It’s filled with pre-Incan artifacts. One of them is … impossible.” He gestured. “And looks like it might be dangerous.”

“Well, that’s why we’re here.” Coulson nodded with a smile as the man led us down.

It was just a stone opening with steps down to the temple floor, but I couldn’t stop staring, eyes darting from one spot to the next. I scanned the walls, fascinated by the engravings and pictures, ignoring the large cobwebs and imagining what this place was like in its prime.

“It’s there. Exactly as we found it.” He pointed at a silver and blue contraption stuck in the wall.

It reminded me vaguely of the tesseract.

“Who else knows about this?” Coulson rushed to it, eyes wide.

“Just the ministry. I believe they are the ones who contacted you.” The man explained.

Coulson asked the man to evacuate the site as Fitz-Simmons set up their equipment and drones. Skye and I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the walls.

“Leave the man alone.” Jemma scolded one of the drones that stood at the man’s face, smiling politely.

“Now. For your own safety.” Coulson ushered him away.

“There’s nothing about this anywhere. It’s amazing, I’ve searched every data stream. What have we got here, guys?” Skye got closer, putting a finger up to it.

“Whoa, car- uh, careful. I-I- no, wouldn’t do that.” Fitz stumbled over his words of warning.

Skye took his advice and took a step back.

“The object’s placement in fossiliferous rock formations suggests it’s been here for at least 1,500 years!” Jemma exclaimed.

For once, I understood what she was saying. “That predates this temple by a thousand years.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Ah! Maybe it’s alien!”

“Yeah, but the shape and the craftsmanship- it’s almost German.” Fitz looked up from his tablet.

“Sir?” Coulson’s radio crackled to life; it was Grant.

“Go.”

“We have a situation.” He grunted.

“Lots of rebels in this area.” Skye noted.

“Not enough gunfire.” I shook my head.

“Keep working. Violet, stay here, be vigilant.” He spoke into the radio. “I’m on my way.” He walked out and Fitz-Simmons picked up their pace.

“Why’d he make you stay here?” Skye asked me.

I pulled out my handgun and checked the safety. “‘Cause I’m the only one out of us four cleared for combat.”

“Are you seeing this? It’s alive.” Fitz spoke up.

“I’m sorry, did he just say that it’s alive?” Skye looked at me.

I shrugged. “Alien tech is weird.”

“It has a functioning power source.” Fitz explained.

“Sleepy’s reading radionuclides, but they don’t match any known isotope.” Jemma shook her head.

“I get temporal matches, but even then, they seem to shift. Is that even possible?” Fitz pulled his eyebrows together.

“Depends on the shifting of the temporal radio stuff, so…” Skye tried.

Fitz-Simmons only stared.

“It’s totally weird, right?” Skye gave a nervous laugh. “I’m gonna go check on Coulson.” She tried to slink past me.

“No, you’re not.” I caught her wrist.

“We’ve got company.” Grant popped through the opening, his radio in hand. “National police.”

“What?” Fitz-Simmons exclaimed.

“Why are they here?” I looked at him.

“They heard about this object, they’re probably here to protect it. This area has a lot of rebel uprisings.” Grant put his radio away.

“Yeah, people are fighting back against the government’s mining policies. It’s pretty kick-ass.” Skye scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s kick-ass, all the violence.” Grant rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Skye argued.

“No, it’s what you’re typing. In your van, alone- where it’s safe.” Grant was taking a personal hit.

“Grant.” I warned.

“How much longer?” He turned to Fitz-Simmons.

“What’s the hurry?” Jemma groaned.

“Are we in danger?” Fitz looked straight up at me.

“Not if everyone does their job.” Grant pulled his sidearm. “What is yours, exactly?” He looked to Skye.

There was a faint explosion from outside, and then gunfire. Grant perked up, gun still in hand. I grabbed Skye and pulled her between me and the wall, guarding her from the opening. The temple rumbled, and dust fell onto us.

“Sounds like they’re engaging with the rebels.” Grant shot me a look.

“Time to go.” I looked at Fitz-Simmons and they immediately called the drones back to pack them up.

“They’re coming for it, let’s move!” Grant shouted.

Skye went to help them pack, but Jemma ushered her away as politely as she could. “We need a containment case for the 0-8-4!” Jemma shouted.

“There’s no time.” Grant grunted.

“But it has a fluctuating power core, frequencies way above 10 exahertz!” Fitz yelled.

Grant and I looked at each other. He shrugged.

“Jacket.” I held my hand out and he rolled his eyes.

You’re not serious.

I jerked my hand out again.

Give me the jacket, dumbass.

He sighed before pulling it off and shoving it into my grip. I ran to the object, using his leather jacket like a glove and gripping it. I gave it a tug, but to no avail.

“Violet-”

“Shut up, Grant!” I placed my foot up on the wall and tugged again, this time with my body weight.

It came out with a crackle of the wall and more dust as the temple rumbled again.

“Violet!” Fitz shouted, and Jemma said something else, but I didn’t hear her.

“Let’s go!” Grant shouted, taking the object and shoving it into a duffle bag.

“I’ll lead, you pick up the rear!” He shouted, pulling the strap over his shoulders and putting his gun back up.

“You did not just pull that out of the wall! What is wrong with you? Do you two realize we do not know the amount of photon emissions coming out of this-”

I put my hand on Fitz’s chest and pushed, raising my eyebrows.

“Okay.” He put his hands up and filed behind Jemma and Skye, who was close behind Grant. “We just don’t know what’ll happen if it gets excited!”

“Stay close.” Grant ignored him.

They ran out, and Fitz hit his knee on the way out, letting out a groan. I bit back a smile at his clumsiness, urging him forward with my gun ready. The sunlight was blinding, and the gunfire was loud. Grant began to fire, but they returned it faster than the two of us could go.

“Get back!” I shouted, yanking Fitz by the bag, pushing Jemma and Skye back into the temple opening with him.

Grant was on one knee, shooting. I ducked behind him, his body covering most of my torso as I swept my gun over his head and fired.

“Cover me!” He shouted and stopped firing.

I shot an approaching rebel in the shoulder as Grant pulled something out of the pocket at my thigh, trying to twist around without losing the cover to my body. He pulled the thunderstick out and swung it, letting it go to full length.

“Grant, now!” I shouted.

He rolled over the steps as I fired again, scrambling back into the opening. Six hands yanked me in as Grant hit the button, and two pulled me into their chest as the explosion went off, leveling the rebels to the ground. We waited two seconds, and then were back on our feet. Grant pulled the thunderstick out of the floor and waved to me, backing up so he could cover Skye and Fitz-Simmons as they ran.

“Grant, 10:00!” I shouted, pointing my gun.

The rebel fired faster, but was blocked by our SUV, driven by none other than May. She opened the door and Grant shouted for us to get in. Jemma yanked the cases from Fitz’s hand and threw them into the backseat, helping Skye in. Grant bent down so I could easily jump onto his back. He straightened and I took another shot at the rebel, this time taking him down. I fumbled back onto my feet, and Jemma yanked me in, letting Fitz pull me into his lap, as she slammed the door shut. Grant got in and May hit the gas before his door was even closed.

May drove wildly, the car bumping and jerking. Skye shut her eyes tightly, and Simmon was clutching Grant’s seat from behind. My forehead bumped against Fitz’s, but we kept our noises to ourselves. I saw Grant turn around, trying to see the truck behind us.

Where the fuck is he?

“Coulson’s secure in PMP’s truck.” I told him, sensing his distress.

He nodded, turning back to May. “Take the south route to the airfield.” He ordered.

“Gotcha.” She swerved the truck and my head went backward to the window. Fitz grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me tightly against him, my forehead stuck to his neck.

“Slow down!” He shouted.

“You’re joking, right?” Skye yelled back.

“Ward, listen! We have to be careful! There’s a binding energy structure that could overheat!” He was frantic.

“I could roll down a window!” Jemma tried to help.

Bullets hit the side of the window, metal on metal making an awful screech. I leaned over and rolled the window back up.

“Do not roll down a window!” Skye shouted.

“Stay quiet and keep your head down!” Grant turned around, ordering over his shoulder like an angry parent. “Head left. The ravine empties.” He spoke to May.

She turned wordlessly, leaving the four of us in the backseat to tumble into elbows and knees.

“But Ward!” Fitz cried.

“Quiet!” Both Grant and I scolded, turning to face him.

“How fast can you have the wheels up?” Grant asked, hitting a button on the dash to open the cargo hold of the bus.

“Fast.” May replied, tires screeching as she braked hard on the ramp.

We scrambled out of the car, May barking an order for us to close the ramp. Grant got there first, smashing the button. Fitz and Jemma ducked out of the way, but Skye stood there, astonished.

“What are you doing? Coulson is still out there!”

“Get off the ramp, you’re in the line of fire.” He shoved her my way and I only bounced her off to Fitz-Simmons, who grabbed her by the legs and pulled her down.

Grant and I stood at the edge of the ramp, firing as best we could at the rebels without hitting Coulson or the other men. It took a few seconds to get them all loaded in, and it was enough for a bullet to skip by Grant and graze my shoulder. I cursed, gritting my teeth before shooting down the man that had hit me. In my focus to hit him, I took another one to the leg and crashed to the ground with a scream.

“Violet!” Grant shouted, not looking at me and not turning, but becoming stiff and shooting even faster.

The military men loaded in, followed by Coulson, as the ramp began to close. Grant ceased fire and holstered his gun, taking mine and lifting me in his arms, running past a questioning Coulson and to the lab, where Fitz-Simmons followed, clearing off a table.

“I’m fine!” I fussed, trying to get Grant off of me. I said it again, this time hitting him in the chest before pointing to the black duffle bag on the floor by the doors. “Focus on the 0-8-4, I’ll be okay.” I clutched my shoulder.

“I can start patching her up.” Jemma gently pushed him aside, helping me pull Fitz’s green sweater off and cutting the leg of my jeans.

He sighed. “Fine. Fitz, what was the problem?”

Fitz only stared at me, concerned as his lips twitched and no words left his mouth, only a tiny gasp.

“Leo, I’m okay. What was the problem?” I tugged the free scraps of jeans off, exposing the wound that was bleeding and gross.

He snapped out of it, “As I said before, this device has a high-frequency, fluctuating, sub-material compression-”

“Fitz. In English.” Grant cut him off angrily.

Jemma quickly cleaned my arm and wrapped it. It didn’t hurt as much as my leg did.

“The 0-8-4 is fueled by tesseract technology.” He gestured. “Hydra. World War II. Captain America. It’s full of lethal amounts of gamma radiation.”

I let out a gasp as Jemma pulled the bullet out of my leg with forceps.

“Tesseract. S-s-so, you’re saying it’s worse than nuclear?” I grunted through my sentence, trying to focus on anything but the burning sensation in my thigh.

Fitz only nodded, and everyone took a step away from the bag. Grant came to my side, pulling my matted hair away from my forehead.

“You touched it.” He scolded, sitting behind me to hold my shoulders steady.

Please don’t make me lose you.

“With your jacket. I’m fine.” I wheezed, feeling light-headed.

I’ll be okay, you won’t lose me.

“She’s lost a lot of blood, Ward.” Jemma’s voice was strained as she cleaned the wound again, and it felt like she was sticking a drill into my leg.

My chest tightened and I pushed back, my head thumping against Grant’s chest as he grabbed my shoulders, countering my force. “We’re the same blood type.” He yanked a sleeve up as soon as I stopped squirming.

“Can’t you guys get her anything for the pain?” Skye sounded so distant.

“She’s allergic to almost every damn painkiller on this godforsaken Earth.” Grant grunted and I could feel the vibrations in his chest.

“We could’ve just waited until I passed out.” I mumbled.

“Would’ve taken too long. Just a little pinch now, darling.” I heard Fitz and felt his hand over my arm, and then a needle being stuck inside.

I winced, trying to squirm once more, only to be stopped by Grant holding me down with one arm, the other connected to mine through a series of tubes.

“It hurts.” I whined, throwing my head back to hit Grant in the chest again.

He didn’t budge. “I know, Vi. I’m sorry.”

I whimpered again, forgetting that anyone else was in the room even though I could feel Simmon’s hands working on my leg.

“I know, ducky. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Shh shh shh. I know, I know.” He mumbled to me as pain took over in surges and I let my weight fall back against him, everything fading to black.

***

“Yeah, well I use normal English, words like duck and run and might blow us to pieces.” I could hear Grant bitching.

“Oh! Oh, wow! Well congratulations, Agent Ward! You managed to string three words together in a sentence!” I heard Fitz snap at him.

They continued to argue, and I forced my eyes open, rolling my head to the left. Coulson’s army men friends were strung around our garage, packing their guns into a code-protected safe as Coulson spoke to a woman. I realized I was no longer in the clothes from this morning, but my pajamas. Fitz must’ve gotten them from our room.

“Can you guys shut up?” I asked, my voice hoarse and scratchy.

“Violet!” Skye perked up before anyone and came running, Jemma on her heels.

“Hey.” I smiled.

Jemma pulled out a pen and shone it in my eyes. I knew she was making sure I was okay, so I tried not to fuss. Skye sat at the edge of my bed.

“Why’s the bed in the lab?” I asked, turning to Jemma.

“Coulson wanted you in here, since there’s unknowns on the bus. Just in case.” She explained with a smile. “Your vitals seem good. We bandaged your leg, but you should wait at least a few days before putting weight on it. No major hits, it just skimmed your femoral artery.”

“Well, that’s reassuring. Are you two done now?” I leaned around her, looking at Fitz and Grant.

Fitz looked at me with a relieved smile, and Grant only looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

Well, you’re feeling better.

I rolled my eyes at him.

Shut up, dickhead.

They shuffled over, like two kids in trouble. Jemma moved aside and let Fitz stand at my side, kissing my forehead and hugging me tightly. I pushed my face into his chest and breathed deeply, hating to see him so worried.

“Hey. I’m okay.” I stroked his cheek as he pulled away.

He only nodded with a soft smile before stepping back to let Grant in. I smiled at him as wide as I could in my sleepy state. He instantly laughed, both amused and relieved. He rushed toward me, sitting on the side of the bed and letting me hug him at my own pace. My head fell onto his shoulder as his arms came around me, holding me against him as he breathed choppily. He hid his face in my hair, and I could feel him trying not to cry. I wrapped my arms around his torso and looked over his shoulder at Fitz, pointing to the door with a pleading look. He got the message, pulling Skye and Jemma out with him.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been covering you. You shouldn’t have gotten hit, especially not twice.” Grant’s chest heaved.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I rubbed his back.

He only sighed, letting his breathing even out over the course of a few minutes, still clinging to each other. He finally pulled back, wiping at his tears with the sleeves of his shirt before sniffling and looking back at me.

“I’m sorry.” This one was different.

He wasn’t apologizing for me getting shot. He was apologizing for his change in behavior. For being aggressive. For being unlike himself.

I nodded. “Grant, what happened to you?” I reached for his hand.

He let me take it, looking away with eyes closed and his lips in a thin line.

“Jail changes people, Vi. You know that.”

I squeezed his hand and leaned his way, trying to get him to look me in the eye. My own eyes began to tear up, and they stung.

“I meant after. After you …” I stopped and swallowed. “After they told us you died-” My voice broke, and half the word fell away into the air. “What happened then?”

He looked down, and then up at me, eyes sad. “My SO left me to fend for myself in the woods for half a year. I was alone, Vi. And I was scared.” His eyebrows were angled up.

I know I’m not the same. I’m so sorry.

I looked away, nodding once more. “I’m sorry. I put too much pressure on you.” I pursed my lips and looked back to him.

I just want my brother back.

He squeezed my hand this time, and I looked up to see him nodding his head.

I’m trying my best. I’m right here.

“No. You’re doing good. You’re keeping me in line. It’s a good thing.” He reached for my face and wiped my cheeks.

“Thank you.”

I nodded again, leaning forward for another hug. “You guys can come back in now.” I called, and Skye and Fitz-Simmons stumbled in.

Skye came back to my side, replacing Grant as he went on to continue his conversation with Fitz. They began to argue again.

“I’m just trying to tell you what you’re dealing with!” Fitz screamed.

“And I don’t understand anything you’re saying!” Grant screamed back.

The sliding doors opened and Coulson walked in, eyebrows raised. “Do we have a problem in here?”

Grant backed down and Fitz went quiet, working on his night-night gun.

“No sir. Just working on our communication. Not everyone was prepared for a firefight.” Grant looked around.

“We got out, didn’t lose anyone, saved a few of theirs. I’d say we did alright. Violet, how’re you doing?” He looked over at me.

I flashed a smile and a thumbs up. “Doing great, sir.”

He nodded. “Good, I’m glad. Anything else?” He looked around.

Skye’s hand popped up. “Yeah, I have, uh, one small question. Because I’ve been feeling like the tagalong hayseed rookie, but now I get the sense that Ward doesn’t know which one’s Simmons and which one’s Fitz, and they’ve seen even less gunfire than me, and he somehow managed to let his sister get shot, and I’m no rocket scientist, but is this your first mission together?” She leaned forward.

“No. Of course not.” Jemma frowned. “It’s our second.”

“I was your first? That’s sweet.” She scrunched her nose up.

“You’re amused?” Grant snapped.

“I’m terrified. I am in way over my head, but I have been on this team just as long as any of you. I might as well be team captain.” She scoffed.

I noted Simmon’s perfected eye roll, along with the glance Fitz and Grant were sending each other. Coulson remained stoic.

“I was joking, but maybe that’s not a bad idea, because these guys do not like each other much.”

“This isn’t about that.” Grant turned to Coulson. “I’m a specialist. Today, I could’ve eliminated the enemy threat myself if I was working alone,”

I felt myself sink back into the pillows. I thought we had worked great together, considering we never had before. Jemma noticed and came to the other side of the lab table, shaking her head.

“...but I had non-combat ready agents-”

“Whoa, whoa, wait! You work alone?” Fitz cut him off.

“So typical. Who do you think designs your equipment?” Jemma looked at him with a scowl.

“Or the polymers for your weaponry? People like us do that.” Fitz pointed between Jemma and himself.

“Try going into the field with just your bare bum.” Jemma finished.

“Guys.” I pushed myself out of the bed, ignoring the shock traveling up my leg and the looks I got from the three of them. I forced my arms to do most of the work, half-limping and half-dragging myself to stand in front of them at the head of the table. “Shut up, and stop fighting. Because now you’ve proven Skye right, and Coulson’s doubting every single one of us.”

“You’re not wrong. We still need to iron out the kinks. But Ward, you can speak six languages. Simmons, you have two PhDs in fields I can’t pronounce, and Fitz, you are a rocket scientist. Violet, you keep being the buffer. And work it out.” Coulson had a firm tone, like a father scolding his kids before leaving.

I let out a breath and let my legs give out as Grant caught me with an angry look. He picked me up and plopped me back on the bed, checking the bandages on my arm and leg.

“I-I’m good at stuff too!” Skye called after Coulson.

***

I was lying with my head on the pillow in Grant’s lap, a book falling from my hands as he rested his against my head. Fitz-Simmons were in the conference room with the holotable, and they had gotten snippy with each other. Grant and I stayed out of their way, holing ourselves up in the lounge. I let my eyes slip closed. It didn’t matter if I fell asleep, Grant would probably just move me to my bed either way.

“Hunger Games?” I heard Skye. “Oh, is she sleeping? Sorry.”

“She’s a heavy sleeper, it’s fine. And no, it’s Matterhorn. One of a hundred novels my SO gave me that I’m just getting around to.” He sighed.

There was a pause.

“SO. Supervising Officer.” He explained, probably not looking up from his book.

“Got it. Hackers have lingo too, but I’ll pick yours up. I feel like you and me? Wrong foot. Can I buy you a drink?”

I felt him chuckle and set the book aside, pulling the pillow further onto his lap so he could sit up straight without pushing me off the couch.

“What I said before- When I said the uprising was- whatever I said- a good thing. I don’t want you to think I’m oblivious.” I heard the clink of a bottle. “What I was talking about was the tweets.”

“Tweets.” Grant repeated, his hand coming up to rub my shoulder.

He knew I was awake, and he wanted to make sure I was taking mental notes so we could dissect this later.

“You trying to make things better or worse?”

“Peruvians have organized for the first time in decades. Thousands of suffering people who have never met uniting over a common idea? It’s mind-blowing. And I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t wanna see your hate face, but … that’s what the Rising Tide is all about.”

“Okay.” He sounded slightly disgruntled.

“Usually, one person doesn’t have the solution. But a hundred people- with one percent of the solution? That’ll get it done.”

Grant took a deep breath.

“I think that’s beautiful. Pieces solving a puzzle.”

Grant sighed and scooted closer to her, holding my head with a hand to keep me steady. I heard him take a glass from her and swirl it.

“You and I see the world differently is all.”

“I’ve never been in a war zone during a war until today. That was crazy. I take it you’ve seen that a lot?”

Another sigh from him, this one deeper. He didn’t answer her question, only grunted as he put his drink down.

“Did you get shot?” She grabbed him.

“Skin deep. Nothing like Violet here. Nothing to worry about.” He took his arm back.

“You also got shot. Did that happen protecting us?” She pressed.

“Said don’t worry about it.” There was a gentle tone, and I imagined he was smiling.

She was talking about the bit of blood on his side, where he had gotten skimmed while lifting me to shoot one of the rebels out from the other side of the car. Jemma took care of it after she took care of me, and she said he’d only need a bandaid and he’d be fine. He hadn’t bothered to change his shirt.

“Well, no wonder you were so pissed.”

He hesitated. “I wasn’t pissed. I was trained to be the whole solution, to eliminate variables. And today, they keep adding up.” His tone changed, and his hand moved slowly to shake me.

I feigned sleepiness again, opening my eyes and rubbing them.

“Vi.” His eyes remained in one place.

I sat up slowly, and he pulled me into his side, bringing his mouth to whisper in my ear. His grip on my arm was firm.

“When I say so, take Skye and get to the lab. Guard Fitz-Simmons, and don’t let them get the 0-8-4. They’re PMP, but they’re lying to us.”

I pulled back and leaned against his shoulder, nodding slightly so he would feel it but the officers wouldn’t see it.

“Morning.” Skye smiled at me. “We’re turning.”

Grant nodded. “We’re entering restricted airspace, so we have to follow certain flight paths. Regulation. This plane is capable of fully automated flight, but May has to be on the stick herself tonight.” He slung his arm around me again.

“You’ve got an SO, May’s gotta be on the stick. Lots of good lingo on this plane.” Skye laughed.

“Yeah. We just can’t seem to understand each other.” Grant smiled his charming smile, the one he used to flash when he was in high school that made all my friends, in their middle school glory, fall for him.

Skye poured herself another drink and Grant looked down at me with an eyebrow arched. I watched him as he looked back to the officers. He set his jaw and gave me a squeeze, kissing the top of my head.

“Skye. Hand me the bottle.” He smiled again, then whispered into my hair. “Go, now.”

“Okay, turbo, but you’re still nursing the one you’ve got.” She laughed and I pushed myself to my feet.

“I’m not the only one.”

She looked at me and I shook my head, reaching for her hand. “Remember how we had to talk to Fitz about the fan in your bunk? We should probably go now, before he turns in for the night.” I smiled.

She caught on and gulped nervously. “Okay.”

Grant smiled as the officer came over, then pushed us out of the way and smashed the bottle onto the officer’s hand, who let out a scream. I grabbed Skye and pulled her behind me, trying to move as fast as I could without letting the stitches in my leg break. We rounded the corner and I pulled my weight over the side of the banister, letting myself slide down it rather than running down the stairs.

“Violet!” Skye called out from the bottom of the steps, pointing at one of the officers, who had Fitz with a scalpel to his neck.

“Get in here and sit down.” The man growled.

I grunted as my weight fell onto my leg and I put my hands up. Skye grabbed me by the elbows, helping me stand before dragging me into the lab. Jemma tried to help lower me to the floor, but it only seemed to piss the man off more and he moved the scalpel closer to Fitz’s neck.

“I’m fine, Jemma.” I shrugged her off, sliding onto the floor and clutching at my leg, below the line of stitches.

“Stop squirming, pretty boy.” The man growled as Fitz tried to pull his arms away.

I could hear his hard breathing and I felt my head throb.

“You know, if you want a valuable hostage, you might wanna take someone else.” I started.

“What?” He hissed.

“I mean, it’s your choice.” I shrugged. “He is pretty, you got that part right.”

“Shut up.” The man grunted.

“But really, he’s just the tech guy. He’s like, oh I dunno,” I shrugged again, “glorified IT. That’s what he is. He doesn’t know anything. Coulson can easily replace him.”

“Shut up!”

“Listen, bud, I’m just trying to help you out. You want leverage against Coulson and Ward? Switch me out for him.” I glared, breathing hard and grabbing the same spot of my leg.

The men stared for a second, contemplating. “Fine. Nice and easy. Nobody try anything or I’ll kill you all.” He eased his arms off Fitz, who ran into my open arms, squeezing me.

“You’re an idiot!” He shouted loudly.

“Loop the cameras.” I whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek and letting the officer put the scalpel up to my neck.

I groaned in pain as he made me put weight on my leg. The man forced me down on it as I whimpered. He laughed, then shoved me against the table.

“Where’s it hurt?”

“Where do you think, dumbass?” I growled through gritted teeth.

He hummed to himself, putting the scalpel down and bending down, moving his hand across my thigh to move my grip. He grunted in satisfaction once he found the blood soaked bandage. He cracked his knuckles before resettling his grip on my leg, ready to dig his fingers into my wound. The spot I had gripped was an inch below, where the worst he could do was make it throb more. He pressed a thumb against it and I yelled anyways, letting him believe it. I heard Skye gasp. He jammed his thumb in further, his head in the crook of my neck. He smelled vile and he was breathing oddly.

I took the moment of his distraction to elbow him in the crotch. He fell to the floor, still gripping my leg. I turned around and kicked his face, fingers finding the scalpel and ripping it over his face, breaking skin on his cheek and forehead. Skye screamed as blood splattered across my shirt. I stabbed him in the shoulder and kicked his head again, this time to knock him out.

“Fitz, lock the doors.” I ordered as I pulled back and pushed the man aside, my leg pulsing.

“Are you okay?” Jemma was worried, her forehead creased and her eyebrows furrowed.

I nodded. “Went a few inches down, don’t worry.”

“Hey!” There was a harsh knock on the lab door and Fitz yelped.

I looked out to see another man with a gun to Grant’s throat. I glanced over my shoulder, glad to see his fellow officer out of sight.

“Open the door or he gets blown to bits.”

I could see Grant breathing heavily. They had done a number on him, his eye already swelling. He looked at me, frustration on his face.

Don’t you dare open those doors.

I sighed.

I’m not just gonna sit here and let you get shot.

“Open the doors.” I mumbled, falling back to the ground.

I could see Grant talking frantically to the guard, who only seemed to get angrier by the second. The doors slid open and I could finally hear my brother’s voice.

“Please. I swear I won’t try anything. She just needs help walking, that’s all. She’ll put up a fight against you if you touch her. Please.”

“Fine.” The officer snorted, pushing him forward.

Grant ran to me, scooping me into his arms and pulling me up. “You’re okay.” He whispered, the lines on his forehead a tell of how worried he was.

I only nodded as they tied us each up, and then gave me my own separate black eye along with a broken nose and busted lip for having cut their friend up. I spit out blood as they left, trudging back up the stairs with their bleeding friend. My nose was throbbing, as was my leg and every other part of my body. I leaned my head against Grant’s shoulder, exhausted.

“This is all my fault. I should’ve learned Kung Fu.” Fitz tried to joke.

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have pushed you into the field in the first place. You weren’t ready.” Jemma sighed.

“It was my job to make a proper threat assessment.” Grant tried to take the blame.

“Uh, we- we weren’t ready.” Fitz argued.

“This couldn’t have happened if Agent May wasn’t on the stick.” Skye jumped in. “She would’ve busted out with some of her ninja know-how.”

“Agent May? No, no, no. She transferred from administration.” Fitz argued again.

“Well, I’ve seen her destroy a guy, so…”

“Can we stop the pity party? We have to find a way out of here before they kill Coulson, take the 0-8-4, and then crash this plane where nobody will ever find our bodies.”

“Okay, wait but Agent May?” Fitz-Simmons pressed again, this time looking to Grant.

He smiled. “You’ve heard of the Calvary?”

“Yeah, everyone at the academy talks about st-... She’s the Calvary?” They exclaimed.

“I told you never to call me that.” May’s voice was scratchy.

“Oh, well we’re sure to get out of here now! Um, how do we get out of here?” Jemma asked her as she sat up.

“Can’t go through the doors. They’re bolted, tied to the pressurization lines. You two geniuses have nothing?” She looked at Fitz-Simmons.

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to concentrate in these intense situations.” Fitz explained from beside me.

“Hey. Don’t freeze up. Take a breath. You don’t need to come up with the whole solution. Just part of it. Right?” Grant spoke calmly.

“Yeah.” Skye smiled. “Pieces solving a puzzle.”

***

“Well that’s clearly the worst idea we’ve heard yet!” Jemma scoffed.

“Yeah!” Fitz agreed.

“Maybe, but it might work.” Skye shrugged.

“Guys, Reyes is gonna kill us once we land and blame it on rebels.” Grant insisted.

“At least this way we’ll have a fighting chance.” I offered.

“We’ll take it.” Grant spoke for the both of us.

“What’s first?” I asked Fitz.

“We can’t get upstairs without going in the lab.” Fitz answered.

“And the only way to release the lab doors is from upstairs.” Jemma added.

Skye rolled her eyes. “First thing is that we’re tied to the cargo door, so unless you guys can-”

She was cut off by a crack and I grimaced.

“What the hell was that?” Fitz jumped closer to me, worried, and I bumped my knee to his in reassurance.

“Her wrist.” Grant answered.

We watched as May snuck behind Lola, making her way up to the balcony in silence, where a guard stood watch with Grant’s sidearm. She was slow and quiet, inching her way across the bottom railing of the balcony on her fingers. The guard turned and stared straight at us before becoming confused by the lack of one of us. May swung up, her legs locking around his neck as she threw him over the balcony and he landed cold on the floor. She landed on her feet and popped her wrist back into place.

“What’s next?”

***

“Okay, we’re sure, right?” Sky stood on Grant’s other side.

“Yeah, we’re sure.” He had his arm around my shoulders, keeping me balanced.

“We’re all on board.” Jemma’s voice was shaky.

“Yeah, let’s do this, fast.” Fitz was on my other side.

“Alright guys, let’s do it.” I was the last to speak, and probably the calmest besides my brother.

“No turning back, no freezing up.” He spoke.

“Because if we do, then…” Fitz trailed off.

“All of us die.” Grant finished.

“We know.” I patted his arm.

“Alright.” Grant nodded and gave me a look, to which I nodded.

You’re sure you’re okay to do this?

Positive.

He knelt so I could get on his back, like we were children at a fairgrounds and May revved the engine of the SUV. “You guys talk a lot.” She sat in the car and gunned it, barely giving Grant time to shove Fitz-Simmons and Skye out of the way. She crashed into the lab doors and I heard Fitz wince. Jemma climbed onto the table and started to unscrew part of the ceiling. Fitz got the drones out, firing them up as Skye and I raided the cabinets for cords. May snuck out, and Grant found other cords.

He handed me the link of chains and a few cords, and I got them together as fast as I could. He did the other two. Once he finished he grabbed Skye and Jemma. I tightened Fitz’s around his waist, pulling his tie over it so it wouldn’t get caught.

“Are you sure this’ll work?” He asked me, worried.

I nodded. “I’m sure.” I pushed him over to Jemma’s side.

Grant turned me around to hook my cord on, tightening it a bit more than was necessary. He scanned my face and I only nodded. This would work. It had to work. Grant and I worked fast, hooking the cords together and praying they would hold. Fitz held the tablet tight in his hands, with a view of what the drone was seeing. Coulson’s voice came over.

“It’s gonna be blue skies from here on out.”

“Simmons, forget what I said before. This is the moment we’re gonna regret.” Fitz took a deep breath before hitting the button.

The drone would activate the 0-8-4, which would hopefully blow the plane open and give us a shot. The panel beside Grant turned from red to green.

“It worked!” Skye shouted.

“The drop in cabin pressure released the doors!” Jemma smiled.

“I’ll take care of the soldiers, you guys get to the 0-8-4.”

“And Coulson?” Fitz asked.

“Let’s hope he can handle himself. Be careful.” He grabbed my shoulder before pushing the door open, leading the way.

There were gunshots, and Grant was shoving us to the floor, crawling toward the couch. He jumped over, taking on two soldiers, getting one out of the way before trapping the other against the couch and kneeling over him.

“Go, now! Find the 0-8-4!” He yelled at us and Skye started to move, forcing the rest of us to follow with her.

I watched as another soldier took on Grant, leaping onto him and taking him down. Things became quiet and I thought for a second that my ears were bleeding. Fitz pushed himself to his hands and knees behind me, saying something that I couldn’t hear. I sighed before pulling him by the cord and yanking Jemma back. I tied theirs together and ripped my own off.

“Violet, what are you doing?” Fitz screamed, but I was already moving over the couch, kicking one soldier in the face with my sock covered feet as another tried to drag me onto the floor. I felt the plane jerk downward and the man fell away. I grabbed at one seatbelt, pushing against the couch to give the other to Grant, who gripped it before kicking another soldier away. Another managed to grab my leg, his finger in the bullet wound on my thigh. I screamed, trying to get him off by kicking at his shoulders.

“Fitz! We got it! Reel us back in!” Skye shouted as Jemma pried the 0-8-4 from the wall.

I watched in practically slow motion as she unbuckled herself. Grant’s hand slipped from the seat belt and he cursed, fumbling to get a grip on anything he could. I tore my eyes from Skye and kicked a leg out, despite my entire body screaming in pain. Grant grabbed a hold of my ankle, grimacing when he heard my involuntary yelp. The soldier finally let go, his fingers dragging down my leg.

The plane slowly came back up, and both Grant and I dropped on the floor. The man that had been gripping my leg started to hit him, punching him in the ribs. One of the first men Grant had taken care of was now back on his hands and knees, crawling toward me with a shard of glass. I scrambled away, only to see another soldier cornering Fitz-Simmons. I jumped over the couch to help them.

“Cut him loose!” I shouted.

Fitz hit at his buckle until the man went flying, and I secured one hand on Jemma’s cord, the other catching Fitz as he fell.

“Sorry Ward!” Jemma shouted as the man fell onto him, pulling him toward the opening.

“Grant!” I screamed as he caught hold of a railing, trying to pull the man back inside.

His sleeve slipped from my brother’s hand, and as he looked down at it somberly, his grip came off the pole and he flew toward the gaping hole in the plane.

“Grant!” I shrieked, relieved to see, once again in slow motion, one of the liferafts coming to cover up the hole, Grant falling into the center of it with a heavy breath.

I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my leg as I ran to him, collapsing next to him with a sob. He practically pulled me into his lap, throwing his head backward and rubbing my arm. He jerked forward, and I looked over to see one of the soldiers crawling toward a gun. Coulson stepped in front of us and trapped the man’s hand under his foot. I felt my brother relax once more before pushing me off and grunting as he got to his feet. He bent over to pick me up, again onto his back. I watched as Skye sighed from the floor and Fitz-Simmons popped up from behind the counter.

“I read the safety pamphlet.” Skye came over to us.

“I think you might be the first.” Grant scoffed, slowly walking over to meet Coulson by the bar.

Everyone crowded around it, with the exception of Fitz, who was clinging to one of the columns with his eyes glazed over.

“No other way in, huh? I was just starting to warm up to this place.” Coulson sighed, picking up a broken glass off the floor.

Skye leaned over and placed a coaster under it before taking a seat.

“The 0-8-4 is cooling and stable.” Fitz was now calmer, one arm around the column and the other on his hip. “But we should call HQ and get it to the Slingshot as soon as possible.” He hugged the column again.

Jemma took a seat as Coulson walked over to Reyes, who was tied up to a pole. “Told you they were good.” He was proud.

“Why don’t you go hug your boyfriend? He looks a little scared.” Grant whispered over his shoulder, easing me onto the ground.

I laughed, pushing at his back with the little strength I had left before limping over to Fitz, who upon seeing my state, let go of the column and threw his arms around my middle without hesitation. I relaxed in his grip, sliding my arms around his shoulders and letting him hold my weight.

“I love you.” His voice was hushed.

I let out a laugh, tightening my arms around him, happy he was okay. “I love you too, angel face.”

***

When we got to the Slingshot, the first thing that happened was Jemma insisting on stitching my leg back up after cleaning it, much to my refusal. Then, we took showers, and then, technical crew started to take care of our bus. Somewhere along the way, Grant and I had demanded coffee and Fitz-Simmons had begged for tea.

I watched as Coulson cleaned a smudge off of Lola, turning and talking to Skye.

“Looks like Skye might end up as more than a consultant, despite our reservations.” Grant was busy repacking weapons into their cases, letting me put my weight against his side.

May only nodded.

“She could turn into a solid asset. With some serious work.”

“Well, if she wants to be a field agent, she’ll need a supervising officer. Someone disciplined. Someone good.” She looked at Grant, who was only nodding.

I giggled, looking up at him. He caught May’s stare and made a face.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

I laughed this time.

“Just to be clear, you were talking about me. Right?” He asked, but she didn’t give him an answer.

“I was thinking, maybe even a pair. Two people who could… tag team?” She raised an eyebrow.

Grant and I looked at each other with identical grins on our faces.

“We blew up a plane!” I could hear Fitz coming down the stairs.

“I had a new experience, that’s for sure.” Jemma sounded content, as always.

“Eat that, Professor Vaughn.”

“You had a new experience, but it was new for all of us!” She had a beer in her hand, and Fitz had a cooler.

“They’re happy.” May noted and I smiled.

“Hey, come on, you guys don’t wanna miss this.” Fitz stopped and handed me his beer so he could help me up.

I hopped onto my toes to kiss his cheek before letting him lead us to the edge of the ramp, sitting down and passing beers around. Fitz pulled me to sit between his legs and I settled happily against him, glad to have his arms around my middle gripping me like a lifeline. Our legs dangled off the edge.

“So it’ll take about a hundred and eighty days to reach the sun. Now yes, of course, it would’ve been faster if they’d used hydrogen-fueled APUs, but they’re having fun.” Fitz explained as Grant sat next to us, taking a beer.

“How many of those have you guys had?” Skye asked with a laugh.

“Skye.” Jemma chuckled and May sat next to her. “It’s important when in the field to unwind from time to time.”

“Yeah, yeah, especially after a hard day of everyone almost dying.” Fitz continued.

“Which doesn’t happen every day, right? It’s an anomaly, an irregularity! Not … the norm.” Jemma exclaimed.

Coulson stood at the edge instead of sitting. “Speaking of not the norm, who’s idea was it to blow a hole in this plane?”

We all went white, looking down. Fitz gripped me tighter, now afraid of Coulson’s anger. Skye hadn’t sat down, so when she spoke it came from behind.

“May said that the doors were tied to the pressurization, so I thought-”

“So we thought it would be the only way to release them.” I cut her off.

“It was everyone’s idea, sir.” Grant jumped in.

“Yes, quite genius, really.” Fitz perked up.

“Nice work.” Coulson broke a smile and we all relaxed again.

Even May smiled and I leaned back against Fitz with a smile, laughing when Grant made a disgusted face at us.

“All clear for liftoff.” A voice came over the speakers.

“Oh, time for blastoff.” Fitz pinched his nose. “Launching in three, two…” He trailed off, watching as the rocket went up, leaving a gray trail.

“The trajectory will take it beyond the lagrange point so that it doesn’t hit Herschel.” He leaned over to explain to Grant.

“Yeah, and there haven’t been any coronal mass ejections, so it shouldn’t lose telemetry.” Jemma giggled.

“Guys, English.” Grant sighed happily.

There was no response as we watched it go up through the clouds. Grant patted Fitz’s back. He flinched and I laughed, looking from my brother to my boyfriend and then back up to the rocket, which was now out of sight. I curled up in Fitz’s lap, letting my forehead fall against his neck as I closed my eyes. Coulson excused himself, presumably to go get chewed out by Fury. Skye still hadn’t sat down. May and Grant slowly finished their beers, and then excused themselves to finish packing up weapons. Jemma soon followed, taking the cooler too. I caught Fitz giving her a look as I twisted around to have my side against his chest.

“Why are you making everyone leave?” I looked up at him.

He only smiled.

“Leo. Come on.” I pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Just want you and the sunset, nothing else.” He muttered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled. “Hey. I’m glad you’re still alive.”

He looked down at me, a wide smile growing on his baby face. “I’m glad I’m alive too. And to be completely clear, I’m overjoyed that you’re still alive.” His hand came to my face, thumb stroking my cheek.

I kissed the palm of his hand. “I think Grant sorta likes you.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed. “What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been doing nerd-speak since we finished the fight, and he hasn’t wanted to murder you yet.”

“And how exactly do you know that?” He grinned.

“I can read his facial expressions.” I smiled.

He pulled me in to peck my lips. “That’s amazing, darlin’. I’m really glad for you. I guess you getting shot snapped him back to reality?”

I nodded. “I think so.”

“Well, glad to see I wasn’t the only one.”

“What do you mean?” I leaned into his arms, tilting my head.

“Nothing special.” He shrugged. “Just realized how much I love you is all.”

I smiled wider this time, sitting up and grabbing him by the neck. “God, I love you. Why do I love you so much?” I peppered his face in kisses, feeling him chuckle.

“What can I say, I’m a romantic.” He shrugged once I pulled back.

I rolled my eyes and suppressed a smile, letting him pull me forward to meet my lips once more.

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All Her Fault

She wasn’t sure why she was here. She didn’t do this, she didn’t pay for people to rip open her wounds and watch the blood pour out. But a piece of her was tired of walking around with the scabs that never scarred over. When Olivia offered her, a second time, to go back to see Doctor Lindstrome, she almost freaked out on her.

‘You know how I feel about therapy.’ She had said.

‘And I know how you’re hurting.’ Olivia had responded.

The blond was unsure what to say in response to this, so she didn’t. She snatched the card out of Olivia’s hand, and stormed out of the precinct. When she hopped in her car, she had ever intention of throwing the small rectangular piece of card stock out the window and go home.

She made a split second decision to look at the card, and follow the address.

“Amanda.” Doctor Lindstrome smiled at her. “Olivia told me to expect you. I wasn’t sure you would show.”

“She was?” The blond scoffed, hugging a pillow to her chest tightly as she buried herself deeper into the couch cushions.

With a deep breath, Doctor Lindstrome asked, “What are you doing here, Amanda, truly?”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you supposed to listen to my feelings...or whatever.”

“I can, if that’s what you want.”

Amanda blinked, suddenly confused.

“But that isn’t what you want, is it?” Doctor Lindstrome raised his brows in his direction.

“What kind of game are you trying to play?” The blond asked, sitting up straight, moving the pillow away from her person.

“I’m not playing any game, Amanda.” He clasped his hands together. “I’m curious as to which game you’re playing, though.”

She rolled her eyes, getting onto her feet. She began pacing the carpet. “I don’t know why I’m here, okay.”

“Well, why don’t we start there. We can figure out what drove you to come see me.”

“Olivia said it would help.” Amanda stated, her hands balling into fists. “She said that it helps to let someone in.”

“And you don’t believe that?”

“Why would I?” She paused, looking him in the eye. “Letting other people close to me has never ended well.”

He nodded slowly. “When did you start building those walls?”

“What walls?”

“The ones you’re enforcing right now. The barricade to your heart.”

“Stop with your fucking metaphors.” The blond laughed bitterly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “You want to know when I stopped trusting people, Doctor Lindstrome?”

“Sure, that’s a better way to phrase it without...metaphors.” He nodded.

She clenched her jaw. “I was three.”

“Okay. Do you want to tell me about that?”

“No.”

He inhaled deeply. “Okay. I think I finally understand why you decided to come here, Amanda.”

“Why’s that, doctor?” She sneered.

“You wanted me to tell you you’re fine.” He said softly. “To convince you of your own lies you’ve been telling yourself since you were a little girl. You’re not broken, you’re not hurting. You’re normal.”

Her blue eyes met the red patterned carpet beneath her feet.

“But, Amanda, I can’t do that. Because it is very clear to me that you are hurting, and you have been for a long, long time.”

“What would you know about that?” She yelled, her face reddening with embarrassment and shame. “You don’t know a god damned thing about me!”

“Can I? Will you allow me to?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What? You want to know about the first time I lost faith in humanity? Fine. I was three fucking years old when I watched my dad punch my pregnant mom in the face.”

“I’m sure that must have been very scary.”

“Scary?” Amanda sat back down on the couch, rubbing her thighs nervously. “It was fucking terrifying. I’d heard it before. I’d heard mom screaming, asking him, begging him to stop. I’d heard glass breaking, I’d heard slapping. I’d never seen it before.”

“Before you could pretend it was all a bad dream.” Doctor Lindstrome offered. “You could cover your ears, and convince yourself...maybe it was the neighbors. But not my mom, not my dad.”

Tears stung her eyes, and she blinked hard in order to force them away. “It was the first time it was real. I...I screamed, I think. I don’t remember if it was me or mama. I had an accident.” Her blue eyes darted back and forth, remembering the scene in front of her as if she was watching it on a projector. “Mama saw me...told me, ‘everything’s fine Mandy. go on back to bed.’”

She looked up toward him and shook her head.

“So I went...cleaned myself up...and I whispered to myself that everything was fine.”

Doctor Lindstrome sighed. “So even in your formative years, you were convincing yourself that the behavior was okay. That you were okay. That nothing was wrong.”

She shrugged, her hands beginning to shake. “I...I guess.”

There was a moment of silence before Amanda began talking again. “When Kim was born, I...daddy got worse. He didn’t even try to hide it anyway. Beat her sideways any way he could. I was only four, but...I’d carry her off to my bedroom, and hide in the closet. We kinda made a routine of that as we got older.”

“So you were taking Kim, when someone should have been taking care of you?”

“I begged,” Amanda’s voice cracked. “I begged mama to leave him. I begged her, and you know what she said?”

“What did she say, Amanda?”

“She said...I can’t.” Tears rolled down her cheeks now. “‘Mama can’t afford to leave.’, or ‘What would you girls do without your daddy?’ and all i could think was, you’re not chained down? Daddy is gone all day until the night time. We could pack up and leave right now if we wanted to.”

“How did that make you feel?” He prodded.

“Angry.” She cried, wiping tears away from red cheeks. “I started resenting her, y’know? She could have left. She could have taken us and left, and then when daddy went after, Kim...”

Doctor Lindstrome’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I got in front of her. Got double the beating.” She scoffed. “I sent Kim to her bedroom so she didn’t have to watch. I remember...the belt just...snapping.” She clenched her fist in a rhythm, the doctor noticed. “Snap. Snap. Snap. I counted...counted to try and keep my mind...”

“Amanda...”

“And when mama came home, she cried. She held me, and cried, and all I could think was....’This is all your fault.”

“But, Amanda, you know that it wasn’t-”

“Spare me the bullshit.” Amanda spat, jumping on her feet defensively. “It was her fault!”

He pursed his lips, defeated for now.

“And every time I got beat, it was her fault, and every time she got beat, it was her fault. I finally had enough at sixteen, I just...I just left.”

“Where did you go?”

“Lived with friends for awhile. When I turned eighteen I joined the academy.” She responded, rubbing her shaking hands together. “I left Kim behind and she just...lost it.”

“Lost it?”

“Her mind was weak.” She shrugged. “She couldn’t handle the abuse I guess, she just broke down. Drugs, drinking, manipulating, whatever. I was always there to clean up her messes.”

“Always there to clean up everyone’s messes.” Doctor Lindstrome stated.

“That’s how it was.” Amanda laughed bitterly. “Lead to the worst moment of my life.”

“What was the worst moment of your life, Amanda?”

She paused. Suddenly, her lungs felt as if they’d deflated. Her heart stopped beating, her brain on overtime. “He...he hurt me...”

“Who?”

“He...I...” She lifted her hand to the back of her head, crumbling onto her knees to the floor below. “Cleaned up after Kim again...and I didn’t...I didn’t wanna but...”

Doctor Lindstrome got onto his knees with Amanda. “But what?”

“He made me.” Her voice trembled, hands grabbing at the floor, trying to piece the puzzle together. “I wanted to get away and he...he bashed my head into the head board. The blood, I...I could smell...taste it...”

“He raped you.”

“Yes.” She sputtered. “All because...of me.”

“Amanda, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I said yes!” She screamed. “I went into that motel room! I got into bed with him! It was my fucking fault.”

“But you told him to stop. You said you didn’t want to.”

“When’s the last time a man ever listened to a woman?” She spat, getting onto her shaky feet. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her. “Men don’t care about what women want. They just take, and take, and we let them.”

“No. They take, because they force you into a position of powerlessness.”

“Fuck you.” She ran her hands through her blond tendrils. “Oh my God. If my mom had just left him! If she’d left him, and never looked back, it never would have happened.”

“What never would have happened?”

“Patton!” She shouted. “Patton never would have happened. Kim wouldn’t have done what she did, I wouldn’t need to clean anybodies mess, and I wouldn’t have been so fucking stupid to allow myself to lay in a room with him all alone, to let him fuck me.”

“Amanda, you can’t blame your mom for what happened in that room. There is only one person to blame for what he did to you, and that’s Patton.”

The blond groaned, picking up her belongings. “This was a mistake.”

“Amanda,” Doctor Lindstrome sat up quickly.

“Just...just stop.” She sobbed, running out of the room.

She hurried into her car, and locked the doors. She cried merclissely, slamming her fists on the steering wheel with so much force she thought she’d break something in her hand. She screamed, and she sobbed, until eventually, she had the energy to drive home.

Where she would forget, where she would shove everything down again, and pretend nothing had happened.

#svu #law and order svu #amanda rollins

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sassycassie-s-series · 5 years

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All My Fault 27

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG/K+

Notes: (Masterlist) Wow college has been kicking my butt recently. I know this has been a while but here you go! I’m gonna try to put up more soon! This one’s got a lot going on so have fun!

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @haylo4ever @lostredrobin @na-n-na @probsjosh @spooder-moon @welovegroot

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26

^^^^^

“You remember my first boyfriend, right?” I asked Damian over comms while I was out on patrol and in the middle of taking down a group of drug-dealers. “He came to the house a couple times.”

Damian and I were on a private comms channel. We could hear everyone on the open channel all talking to each other in case they needed us, but they couldn’t hear us. Damian was still in bed, but allowed to talk to us on comms. Dick was just subbing as Batman for the night—and the nights that Damian had been out with the League.

“Tt. Yes,” he said. “He didn’t deserve you.”

“Play nice. We were sixteen,” I joked, kicking a dealer in the face and using the momentum to take another one down. “Do you wanna know what became of him?”

“He was arrested and incarcerated for domestic violence three years ago,” Damian said.

“That’s right. Wait. Did you keep tabs on my ex?” I demanded with a laugh.

“Not particularly. Grayson was the one who arrested him. We all realized who he was, and it was all Todd could do not to shoot him. Did he ever treat you that way?”

I scoffed. “Like he could,” I said. “The night we broke up, he tried to smack me when I said something he didn’t like. I caught his wrist and jabbed him in the solar plexus. I hadn’t even begun training with Batman yet—just the martial arts I’d done growing up.” I finished taking down the dealers, tied them up, and left them on the curb after signaling for the cops to come find them. I shot a grappling line up and zipped away.

“Good,” Damian muttered darkly. “If he ever laid a hand on you that you did not permit, I would break every one of his fingers while staring him in the face.”

“You’ve been quiet for a while, Cloudy,” Jason said. “You doing okay?”

I switched to the open channel. “Yeah Hood. Just talking with Batman.”

“Ooh. About what?”

“My first boyfriend.”

“Interesting choice of topic,” Tim remarked. “Is it at all relevant to patrol?”

“Not exactly. One of the drug-dealers I just took down looked a bit like him,” I said. “Made me think of him.”

“Huh,” Jason said. “Well, by all means, keep chatting. I won’t keep you. Holler if you need anything.”

“Will do,” I said before switching back to the private channel. “Still there, Batman?”

“Still here,” Damian said.

“You doing okay?”

“If by that you mean, ‘do I wish I was out there with you’ the answer is yes,” Damian said.

I sighed as I landed against the side of a building and looked out over Gotham. “Of course it is,” I said. “But you’ll be out with us tomorrow so be patient. We’ll be home soon.”

“What if…” Damian began hesitantly. “What if you came home early? That way I’d have some company that isn’t overbearing and loud for a while?” I chuckled as I shot another grappling line to another building and dropped off the side of the building I was on.

“You’d rather have me keep you company than Dick? I thought Dick was, like, your favorite person on the planet,” I teased.

Damian snorted. “Tt. Grayson is like a second father to me more than a brother. I’d rather have someone who’s not exactly like family.”

I scoffed. “Wow thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“I meant no offense,” Damian said.

“I know. I'm just messing around—whoa!” I released my grappling line as the GCPD helicopter banked around a building and nearly hit me. I dropped several hundred feet before catching myself on another line. I swung to the safety of a nearby rooftop and panicked.

“Are you alright?” Damian demanded.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Just about turned into a bug on the windshield of a helicopter but I'm just fine.”

“Team, Cloudburst just had a run-in with a helicopter. I'm ordering her back to base,” Damian said in the open channel. I switched over to the channel too.

“Whoa! You okay Cloudy?” Dick asked.

“Yeah. Little shaken but I'm good,” I said.

“Head home, Cloudburst. We got this,” Tim said. “Tonight’s not the slowest of nights but it ain’t the fastest either. I think we’ll be good.”

Panting, I slowly walked back to the edge of the roof. “Okay. I’ll see y’all back at base.”

“‘Night Cloudy,” Jason said.

“Night,” I replied. I jumped off the roof and went swinging towards Uptown Gotham, the Palisades, and Wayne Manor outside the city.

^^^^^

“Ho!” I sighed, flopping onto my bed, all showered and in my pajamas.

“Evening,” a voice said from my doorway. I jumped and whirled to see Damian leaned against the doorframe. In his pajamas. Which included an obvious lack of a shirt.

“Damian! You scared me. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Tt. I appreciate Pennyworth looking after my health but I don’t require thirty-six-hours of bedrest.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that or he’ll up your sentence to seventy-two hours out of sheer spite.”

“Fair point,” he said with a smile. He crossed my room and perched on the edge of my bed, regarding me calmly. “Perhaps I’ll just hide in here then.”

I snickered. “Trust me, if Alfred suspects you’re disobeying bedrest this is the first place he’d come looking,” I teased. Damian pondered for a moment. I got up and threw a blanket over him. “But now you can pretend you’re resting with me.” His grin grew wider when he freed his head from under the blanket.

“Clever solution,” he complimented.

I brought my laptop onto my bed and opened it up. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s see what gossip we can dig up from the last couple years that you can explain to me.” I logged into Facebook and started scrolling through the “Mutual Friends” list between me and Damian.

Upon scrolling and clicking, I found Barbara Gordon.

Knock-knock! Knuckles echoed off my door.

Damian was instantly on his feet and blending into the shadows of my closet. “Alfred?” I asked loudly.

“No, kid,” Bruce’s voice said. “It’s me.”

“C’mon in,” I said.

Bruce opened the door and stepped over the threshold. “How was patrol?” he asked.

“Fine. Got a little spooked when I almost went splat on the GCPD’s helicopter windshield so I turned in early,” I said.

“How are you adjusting to the future?”

“Better than I ever would have thought.”

“Remember what I said to you when you turned eighteen?” Bruce asked.

I licked my lip and bit it, nodding.

^^^^^

“Happy Birthday, Nora,” Bruce said quietly after the party was over and the rest of the family was getting ready for patrol—though I was taking the night off since it was my birthday.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling awkward.

“Something you wanna say, kid?”

“I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. So I'm no longer your responsibility.”

“You could put it that way,” Bruce deadpanned.

“So… are you going to kick me out? Let me find my own life?”

“No.”

His flat delivery rubbed me the wrong way. “Why?” I demanded, sharper than I intended. “Because I'm part of your Mission now?”

He scoffed. “No. Because you’re part of my family,” he retorted.

I took a step back in surprise.

“And you’re welcome to call Wayne Manor your home for as long as you like—and whenever you like.”

I threw my arms around him. He awkwardly stood there for a moment, like a tree, until I felt him give me a hug back.

“It’s alright, kid. It’s… it’s going to be fine.”

^^^^^

“Yeah I remember,” I said.

“When you first arrived here, you had to find your place in this family. And now, again. Your little time-travel adventure has put you in a different position in this family. But make no mistake, Nora, you are still part of this family. You’ve been here a month and I… I realize that I haven’t really even… been here for you.”

“Bruce, really, it’s okay. I mean, you’re still Bruce Wayne and you’ve got a lot on your shoulders even without being Batman. And I’ve had the boys to keep an eye on me and help me out. I get it,” I said. “Really. I’ve been adjusting better than I thought.”

Bruce looked thoughtful. “I… I'm glad,” he said. “One more question, though.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

“Why is my son hiding in your closet?”

I couldn’t help but snicker. I could practically read Damian’s mind—he was probably swearing internally. “We thought you were Alfred. Damian came to check on me after I got spooked on patrol but Alfred doesn’t want him out of bed till tomorrow morning,” I explained.

Bruce smiled—actually smiled. “I won’t tell Alfred,” he said, sounding amused. “You can come out now, Damian!”

Damian poked his head out of my closet, my spare blanket still wrapped around his otherwise bare shoulders. “Good evening, Father.”

“Evening,” Bruce said. “You two have grown close since Nora’s arrival here.”

“Yes,” Damian agreed. “It has been easier to… connect given we are the same age now.”

“And since he’s loosened up a bit,” I added.

“Tt. I am not going soft, McCloud,” Damian grumbled.

“Did I say that?” I retorted playfully, grinning. “I didn’t say that.”

Bruce smirked. “I'm glad you two get along even better now,” he said. “I’ll leave you to what you were doing. Goodnight.”

“‘Night Bruce!” I called as he retreated.

“Goodnight, Father,” Damian said.

My bedroom door shut behind my godfather. I bit my lower lip, suddenly feeling slightly awkward at being in a closed room with Damian. I shook my head to clear it and smiled. “Anyway. What were we doing again?” I asked, looking down at my laptop to see Barbara’s Facebook page open.

“Tt. Scrolling through looking for old gossip for me to explain,” Damian said, sitting next to me on my bed.

“Oh right. Yeah. Let’s do that!” I said.

^^^^^

McCloud snoozed on Damian’s shoulder, eyes closed and laptop still open. Damian was awake, distractedly playing with the ends of her hair. She’d drifted off while he’d been explaining all the romantic relationship drama that she had missed between their friends. She’d fallen asleep with a peaceful smile on her face.

He looked down at the top of her head, her soft flyaway hairs tickling his face. He smiled and brushed some of her hair out of her face. He was so in love with her. He wished he could stay like this forever. With her by his side, her head on his shoulder and asleep.

His imagination brought up a fantasy of a day sometime in the future. A daydream of he and McCloud in an apartment of their own somewhere in Gotham—perhaps married, and happily together. They could be in exactly in this position, except his arm could be around her shoulders and holding her close to his side. A wistful grin played at the corners of his lips. Oh how he would like for that to happen.

But she likely didn’t feel the same way. Yes, she had been acting affectionate toward him as of late, but she acted affectionate to just about everyone. That was the way she was.

He sighed and shut her laptop, moving it out of the way so he could gently ease her into her bed and tuck her in. Carefully, he tucked her covers under her chin and folded up the blanket she’d put on his shoulders. He had half a mind to borrow it until morning—the scent of her shampoo and shower gel clung to it and it would give him an excuse if Pennyworth caught him in the corridors—but decided against it. He placed the blanket back in her closet and slipped out of her bedroom.

“Goodnight, my only,” he whispered, standing at her doorframe, casting a longing look over his shoulder at her. Before he could do anything else, he ducked out and stole back to his quarters.

#All My Fault #Chapter 27 #All My Fault Chapter 27 #Damian Wayne #damian wayne fanfiction #damian wayne imagine #Robin #robin fanfiction #robin imagine #batman #batman fanfiction #batman imagine #BatFam #batfam fanfiction #batfam imagine #DC #DC Imagine #DC FanFiction

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 6 years

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Teenage Promises (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has till then.

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader

Minor pairings: Roy Harper x Reader Pietro Maximoff x Reader Connor Kent x Reader Dick Grayson x Reader

Minor Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Pietro Maximoff, Connor Kent, Dick Grayson

Fandom: Venom, Marvel, DC

Warning: Language

*Sixteen Years Old*

The pair lay in the back of his truck under the night sky. Y/n pointed at the sky above them.

“There! I found the Little Dipper first,” She grinned.

Eddie glanced over at her with a small smile.

“Hey, let’s make a promise,” Eddie said.

Y/n dropped her arm down next to her as she looked over at her best friend.

“What kind of promise?” Y/n asked.

Eddie took her hand in his. The two of them weren’t shy about displaying their love for one another. They had been best friends since they were three years old. Y/n tightened her grip on his hand as Eddie sucked in a breath before talking.

“Let’s promise each other that if neither of us are married by thirty-five then we marry each other,” Eddie said.

“Do you have that little faith in us?” Y/n asked with a chuckle.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Are you that repulsed at the thought of marrying me?”

This time it was Y/n who let out a soft chuckle.

“No, it’s not repulsing,” Y/n said.

Eddie sat up on his elbows. “So is it a deal?”

Y/n bit at the bottom of her lip.

“Deal,” Y/n said as she shook her friend’s hand.

*Eighteen Years Old*

“Wait, really?” Roy asked.

“Yeah, her dads don’t want to exactly tell her no because she is their only kid, but they are pretty strict about no dating,” Eddie said.

Jason chuckled behind him. Eddie glanced back at his best friend and gave him a sour look. Jason rolled his eyes but took the hint to fall quiet. Roy was also his best friend and should at least warn his friend that Eddie was head over heels in love with the girl, but all of this was far too entertaining to say something.

“Steve and Bucky are legends. They’re terrifying. I don’t need them coming after me because I asked their daughter out on a date,” Roy said.

“That’s why I’m just giving you the fair warning,” Eddie said.

“Thanks, man, I guess I should call Y/n and break it off,” Roy said.

“Yeah you do that,” Eddie agreed.

Hunching his shoulders forward, Roy quickly left the locker room with his lacrosse bag and pulled out his phone.

“Dude, your desperation is showing,” Jason commented.

Eddie wheeled around to glare at his friend.

“One word to her and I’ll tell Y/f/n that it was you who spilled the coffee on her brand new laptop and not some random stranger at the coffee shop,” Eddie threatened.

“Dude, low blow,” Jason said.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t mess with me,”

Jason sighed and shook his head. The familiar ring tone that belonged to Y/n began to echo through the locker room. Eddie pulled out his phone and a small smile tugged at his lips at the sight of Y/n’s name flashing across the screen.

“Gotta go, my girl is heartbroken,” Eddie smirked.

“You sick bastard,” Jason scoffed.

Eddie only grinned as he answered the call bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey you,” Eddie answered.

Eddie grabbed his bag as he turned on his heel to leave.

“Roy broke off the date?” Eddie asked.

Jason shook his head once again as he picked up his own bag and began following his friend out of the locker room.

“Of course I can pick up ice cream and come over,” Eddie said.

Jason nudged Eddie on the shoulder to let his friend know that he was heading towards his own vehicle. His own girlfriend, Y/f/n was leaning against his bike waiting for him.

“What took you guys so long?” Y/f/n asked as Jason dipped down to kiss her hello.

“Roy broke the date off with Y/n,” Jason said.

“Shit, I should call her,” Y/f/n said.

“Don’t worry about it, she called and Eddie and he’s already on his way,” Jason said.

Y/f/n looked up at her boyfriend. “You’re pretty calm for having one of your best friends break another one of your best friends heart,”

Jason only smirked. “Maybe I already have it handled,”

“Oh really?” Y/f/n asked.

“Yeah, really, now can we go? I’m starving,” Jason complained.

“Right, cause you’re going to waste away,” Y/f/n teased.

Jason pushed the helmet down on her head before climbing on his own bike. Glancing across the parking lot he watched as Eddie hang up the phone and climb into his truck.

Eddie waved towards Jason before pulling out of his spot and whipping out of the parking lot.

Eddie knew that Jason would rag on him more later on, but right now his best friend needed him. Deep down, Eddie knew this was wrong that he shouldn’t sabotage her chance at happiness, but Eddie truly believed that he was the key to her true happiness.

Eddie stopped at the corner market down the road from Y/n’s house to pick up her favorite ice cream and a box of tissues. He quickly paid for the items and then continued his way down to the Rogers-Barnes household.

Bucky was the one to answer the door.

“Are you going to get her to stop crying? Nothing we do is working,” Bucky asked.

Eddie held up the bag of ice cream and tissues. “I’m on it,”

“Thank god, she’s upstairs,” Steve said rounding the corner.

Eddie kicked off his shoes and then took the stairs two at a time. He found Y/n curled up in her bed. Eddie jumped onto the bed next to her. Popped open the ice cream and then let his friend rant and rave to him about stupid Roy Harper.

*Twenty One Years Old*

“Thanks for meeting me. You’re her best friend if anyone can give me insight for this date it’s going to be you,” Pietro said.

Eddie gave the blonde a soft smile. “No problem at all,”

“So tell me about Y/n,” Pietro said.

“Well, she’s an independent woman. She hates the whole chivalry thing. Don’t open doors for her. Let her pay the bill, act like you’re not into her. That whole chasing thing is lame to her.” Eddie explained.

“Growing up with two dads must have taught her that,” Pietro said.

Eddie had to press his lips closed tight to keep from bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, Y/n’s never been the damsel in distress and she isn’t going to start now,” Eddie said.

“Okay, okay, I think I’ve got this,” Pietro said.

“Oh, but she does hate making decisions. So make sure you order dinner for her,” Eddie said.

“What kind of things does she like to eat?” Pietro asked.

“She’s a meat and potato kind of girl,” Eddie said.

“Great, thanks Eddie, this was really helpful,” Pietro said.

“No problem, good luck tonight,” Eddie said.

Pietro shook Eddie’s hand and then excused himself.

“You know it was shitty when you did it to me and it’s still shitty that you’re still doing it,” Roy said coming around the corner.

Eddie looked up at his friend. “I know, but,”

“You love her. I just don’t understand why you don’t tell her,” Roy said flopping down next to her.

“This way is much more fun,” Eddie grinned.

Roy shook his head. “You’re going to get caught. How do you think she’ll take that?”

“I’ve been careful. She’s not going to find out,” Eddie said.

“Dude, your big mouth is the reason I found out anyway,” Roy pointed out.

“No, years had gone by and I figured you had the right to know,” Eddie corrected his friend.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Whatever dude, but if the day comes Y/n finds out I’m going to happily sit back and watch her kick your ass from here to China and back,”

Eddie scoffed. “You’ll be eating those words when she’s walking down the aisle at our wedding,”

“Whatever you say, dude,” Roy said getting up.

“You have little faith in me friend,” Eddie said.

“No, you’re too cocky for your own good,” Roy said before walking away and leaving Eddie alone with his own thoughts.

“Mark my words!” Eddie shouted out after him.

Later that evening, Jason, Y/f/n, Roy, and Eddie all sat in Y/f/n and Y/n’s apartment watching a movie with their takeout still on the coffee table in front of them.

The door to the apartment flung open, Y/n stormed in and then slammed the door behind her. Y/f/n was quick to her feet.

“Was it that bad?” Y/f/n asked.

“He was twenty minutes late, the door slammed in my face, ordered me a bloody steak, didn’t let me say one word all night and then made me pick up the almost hundred dollar bill,” Y/n snarled as she kicked out of the heels Y/f/n had picked out for her.

“Jesus, that doesn’t sound like the Pietro I know,” Y/f/n said as she walked over to her friend.

Roy and Jason both looked over at Eddie who was trying very hard not to smile.

“This is honestly such bullshit and so confusing. I never thought he would be like that,” Y/n said.

Y/f/n wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

“I’m going to pour you a giant glass of wine and then we can have a bitch fest over chocolate in my room,” Y/f/n said.

“Hey! We’re watching a movie,” Jason exclaimed.

“And my best friend needs me,” Y/f/n said with a growl.

Once the girls were gone Jason looked over at his friend.

“Thanks for the cockblock. I hope you’re happy,” Jason said.

“Oh, I’m stoked,” Eddie grinned.

*Twenty Five Years Old*

Connor Kent looked over at Y/n.

“Wait, you really think that your dad could beat my dad in a fight?” Connor asked her.

“There’s no competition,” Y/n blatantly replied.

“My dad is Superman,” Connor said matter of factly.

“And my dad is Captain America. He’d wipe the floor with your dad,” Y/n said.

“Okay, so we can’t be civil about this?” Connor asked.

“Absolutely not,” Y/n said sitting back with a huff.

Connor sighed. The two fell silent. He pulled out his phone and kept it hidden under the table.

To: Eddie Brock

I thought you said she’s a big fan of my dad?

From: Eddie Brock

She’s a huge fan.

To: Eddie Brock

She just told me her dad would wipe the floor with my dad

From: Eddie Brock

You're his son. Did you really think she’d admit that to you?

To: Eddie Brock

I guess I didn’t think of it that way.

From: Eddie Brock

You can save the date

To: Eddie Brock

How?

From: Eddie Brock

Tell her how much you admired the Avengers for taking down Thanos

To: Eddie Brock

Thanks

Connor slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“You know I’ve been meaning to tell you what a great job the Avengers did taking down Thanos a few years back,” Connor said.

Y/n paled.

“What? What did I say?” Connor asked.

Y/n stood and tossed down her napkin onto her plate. “You do realize that I lost my godfather, my aunt, and one of my best friends, right?” Y/n said.

“Y/n, wait, I’m sorry,” Connor began stumbling over his words.

“Have the great rest of your night,” Y/n hissed.

“Y/n!” Connor exclaimed.

“Tell your dad I said hi,” Y/n growled before storming out of the restaurant leaving a baffled Connor Kent behind.

Y/n called Eddie and told him to man the ice cream she was going to need a lot of it.

*Thirty Years Old*

“I’m going to kill your brother!” Eddie roared.

Jason didn’t even bother to look up from his book.

“Which one?” Jason asked. “I have a pack of them,”

Eddie swatted the book out of Jason’s hands.

“Dick Fucking Grayson just took my girl out for dinner,” Eddie spat.

Jason threw back his head and laughed.

“Ooh a little too close to home now, huh?” Jason asked.

“Yeah for you, when you’ll have to attend his funeral,” Eddie snarled.

Jason shook his head.

“Call of your hound, Jay, before you have one less brother to annoy,” Eddie threatened.

Jason sighed. “If I do will you man up and tell her already?”

“Do it before I get arrested for murder!” Eddie ordered before storming away.

Jason rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

To: Dickhead

From: Dickhead

What? I’m on a date.

To: Dickhead

You do know that Eddie is in love with Y/n, right?

From: Dickhead

What?

To: Dickhead

Yeah and if you don’t ditch that date he’s going to murder you.

From: Dickhead

Fuck we just ordered.

To: Dickhead

It’s your life. I gave you the warning.

“Hey, everything okay?” Y/n asked.

Dick’s head snapped up from his phone.

“Uh, yeah,” Dick hesitated.

“You sure?” Y/n asked.

“Actually, I think I made a mistake,” Dick said.

Y/n cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Y/n asked.

“I thought I was over Kori, but the more I sit here with you it’s obvious that I’m not,” Dick said.

“Um, wow,” Y/n said in shock.

“Sorry, Y/n, but I can’t do this,” Dick said before leaving her alone at the table.

Jason looked up from his book once again.

“That son of a bitch!” Y/n shouted.

Jason winced. Y/n set her eyes on Jason.

“Your brother is a real piece of work!” Y/n growled.

“Now, Y/n,” Jason began.

“Don’t you now Y/n me,” Y/n snarled.

“Hey what’s with all of that shouting,” Y/f/n asked.

“Take your pregnant self back in that room. I don’t want the stress of you witnessing your husband's murder to harm your baby,” Y/n growled.

“And why are you going to kill my husband?” Y/f/n asked.

“Because his good for nothing brother just left me alone in a restaurant because he’s supposedly not over Kor,” Y/n said.

“You kill my worthless husband and I’ll go kill Dick,” Y/f/n said.

“Now girls,” Jason said.

Both sets of burning eyes turned on him.

“Right, my brother is in the wrong and I’ll kill him myself,” Y/f/n quickly corrected.

“Smart decision,” Y/f/n said.

Once Jason was gone, Y/n followed Y/f/n into her bedroom. She curled up next to her friend and the two fell into a Netflix binge while Jason took care of his brother.

*Thirty Five Years Old*

“Happy Birthday!” Eddie shouted as he burst into Y/n’s apartment.

Y/n stood there, her arms crossed, and a glare already settled on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Y/n asked him.

“Uh, no,” Eddie said.

“You do know that I figured out your whole plan years ago, right?” Y/n said.

Eddie’s heart dropped but he had to play all of this off.

“What plan? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie said.

“Roy, Pietro, Connor, and Dick. They were all so great leading up to my date,” Y/n began.

“Girl, I have no idea what’s your rambling on about,”

“They did everything exactly wrong. The complete opposite of what I like. The boys never went to Y/f/n for advice on me, Jason wouldn’t help, but you, you would be more than willing to play the best friend part,” Y/n said.

Eddie gulped.

“So, admit it, did you sabotage all of my dates over the past years, even the ones I didn’t even mention?” Y/n asked.

Eddie stayed silent.

“Edward if you know what’s best for you-you'll start spilling,” Y/n growled.

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, I did,”

“Why?” Y/n exploded. “All I’ve ever wanted was to get married and have kids. You have purposely ruined all of my chances at being happy,”

“It’s because I’m selfish,” Eddie said.

“Clearly,” Y/n hissed.

“But you don’t understand why,” Eddie said.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

“Do you remember that promise you made me when we were sixteen?” Eddie asked.

Y/n’s facial expressions softened as the memory came back to her.

“Let’s promise each other that if neither of us are married by thirty-five then we marry each other,” Eddie said.

“So what, you sabotaged all of my dates over the years so you could marry me?” Y/n asked.

“Isn’t it obvious, Y/n? I’ve been in love with you way before we made that deal,” Eddie said.

“Eddie,” Y/n sighed.

Eddie held up a finger as he dug around in his pocket.

“I mean come on Y/n I can’t be the only one to be blamed here. You could have fought tooth and nail for any of those great guys,” Eddie said.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Y/n asked.

“That deep down you love me too,” Eddie said.

“Eddie,” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes.

“And you’re just too afraid to admit it,” Eddie said.

Y/n scoffed, but then fell silent as she watched Eddie get down on one knee.

“If I’m wrong you just have to say so,” Eddie said.

Y/n’s eyes widened.

“But if you’re wrong, which god I hope you are, then will you marry me?” Eddie asked as he opened the small black box.

“Oh my god,” Y/n whispered.

“You’re the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want you to be my wife and I want to give you babies lots and lots of babies,” Eddie said.

“Shut up,” Y/n said.

Eddie closed his mouth.

“God I hate when you’re right,” Y/n said.

Eddie broke out into a smile.

“So is that a yes?” Eddie asked.

“Yes, you idiot, I’d love to marry you,” Y/n grinned.

Eddie slipped the ring on her finger before picking her up and spinning her around. Sure Eddie could have done this a little easier, but this was way more fun and a lot more satisfying. But hey they were both getting their happy endings and that’s all that mattered.

#Eddie Brock #Eddie Brock x Reader #venom marvel #Roy Harper #Jason Todd #Pietro Maximoff #Connor Kent #Dick Grayson #DC #venom #marvel #prompt #minor side pairings #funny

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mitchsmarners · 6 years

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baby we can make it if we’re heart to heart

pairing: richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak

summary: prequel/companion fic to no you cant stop time and you cant fence lovebut you don’t necessarily need to read the first part to understand this one

words count: 2.4k

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The first time Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier ever talked about running away together, they were six years old and it hadn’t seemed serious. Richie had just found Eddie forced into one of the intermediate lockers by Henry Bowers nasty gremlins. It had taken several minutes for any sort of authority figure to finally take Richie’s claims seriously and the two boys now sat in the waiting area of the principals office, Eddie crying and Richie feeling like he was about to.

“I hate this place,” Eddie sniffled. Not really thinking about his actions at all, Richie’s arm jumped up to drape around Eddie’s shoulders. Richie’s arms were rather too long for his body; his mother told him it was a sign that he’d grown to be very tall, but right now it was just something else for kids to tease him about.

“Then I’ll take you away,” Richie had promised, tears stinging behind his pre-glasses eyes. “I’ll take you somewhere far, far, away from here where there’s no Bowers or anybody else that could hurt you again. Maybe we can even find somewhere in the world that doesn’t have germs.”

“Everywhere in the world has germs, stupid.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but he still cracked a smile. While Richie didn’t know how he’d get Eddie out of this place, or even what that meant, the smile made him want nothing more than to try.

///

The next time it came up, they were nine and sitting in Eddie’s attic. It was one of the only places Eddie had been allowed friends growing up, because his mother couldn’t make her way up the fragile stairs. She wasn’t a fan of Eddie spending too much time up there (“there’s so much dust up there, Eddie bear! You know it’s bad for your asthma to be around that.”) but she begrudgingly allowed him to send a few hours up there on Saturday afternoons with a friend.

That friend had once been Bill Denbrough, but had become Richie Tozier more and more. Eddie told himself that it was because Richie had better comics than Bill did, that his parents bought him more of a selection, but even at nine years old Eddie had that sinking feeling in his chest that he’d learn to associate with lying to himself about Richie Tozier.

“You know what, Eds,” Richie said, tossing his copy of Captain America. Eddie sighed to himself. Inviting Richie over for comic book reading left very little time for reading comic books, he knew.

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie said automatically. The nickname had only started within the last couple of months, and Eddie hated them. He didn’t know why they’d started, Richie had always called Stanley “Stan the Man” for as long as Eddie had known them. Lately though, he’d started picking up nicknames for Bill and Eddie, too, but Eddie felt like Richie attacked him with them more than anybody else.

Richie ignored the request, as he always did. “I think we should run away.”

Eddie wheezed and reached for his inhaler. “Run away? How would we live Richie?”

Richie just shrugged and smiled. “I’ll run away with you someday, Eddie Spaghetti. Watch me.”

“Stop calling me those stupid names, Trashmouth!”

///

It was brought up again they were twelve and Eddie was throwing it back in Richie’s face. Eddie had been leaning up against the brick wall behind the pharmacy, face starch white and broken arm cradled in his lap when Richie and Bill had found him.

After rushing over, Eddie had barely been able to get out the explanation of what had happened, what Bowers had done to him, through his sobs and shuddering wheezy breaths. Richie had forced the inhaler into Eddie’s mouth, releasing it. It hadn’t done anything to help Eddie’s wheezes and that’s when Richie’s true panic set in. Eddie was going to die, he was going to die, he was going to die. As Bill ran off to find help, Eddie’s blazing eyes found Richie’s and he looked surprisingly coherent in that moment.

“You promised me,” Eddie choked out, voice shallow but angrier than Richie had ever heard. “You promised you’d take far away and they never hurt me again. You lied.”

Tears blurred past Richie’s eyes. He hadn’t lied, he hadn’t. He was going to take Eddie Kaspbrak away from Derry and the terrible people in it if it was the last thing he ever did.

“I’m going to snap it back into place.”

“DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

The snap of Eddie’s bone and then Eddie’s blood curdling scream echoed through the empty alley.

Richie promised Eddie again when they were fifteen and kissing.

“No, no, no,” Eddie gasped suddenly, pulling away. He crawled silently away from Richie, not far enough to break all content, but enough to let Richie know not to lean back into his space. Eddie glanced around the area frantically. It was nearing on nine (oh god, he’d need to go home soon for curfew. Fuck, fuck, how could he look at his mother after this?) and he knew that the quarry was empty but he couldn’t control the burning anxiety in his chest. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Richie’s face curled up into confusion. A deep frown burned across his lips, lips that were still tingling. “I don’t…”

“It’s wrong!” Eddie whined. “We can’t, okay? What would people think? My mother, your parents, everybody in this stupid ass town?”

“I don’t care what they think,” Richie said, almost harshly. “I don’t. Eddie, I love you. I have loved you since I was like, eight.”

Tears burned Eddie’s eyes and he kept his gaze stubborningly on Richie’s dirty blue vans. “Richie, it’s not that simple, you know that. Maybe… maybe if we lived somewhere else? I know there are places that are better but, Rich, we don’t.”

“Then we’ll go there.” Richie promised, his voice softer and more genuine than Eddie thought he’d ever heard the Trashmouth sound. “I swear to God, Eddie, we’ll go. We’ll go, okay? We will.”

“That would be years from now,” Eddie said quietly. “I can’t ask to you wait until we live somewhere else to be with me, Richie. And I just… we couldn’t be together like real couples here. That’s not fair to you.”

“How come you get to decide what’s fair to me?” Richie laughed softly. “Didn’t I just say I’ve loved you since I was eight? I’d take being with you anyway we can be, Eds. It doesn’t matter if people know or not. We know.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Trashmouth Tozier?” Eddie scoffed teasingly, his voice thick with his tears. Richie let out a similar laugh.

“Get the fuck back over here,” Richie gestured towards his lap. “I wasn’t done making out with you, Kaspbrak.”

“aaaaaand there he is,” Eddie giggled, already quickly crawling over.

///

When a sixteen year old Richie brought it up next, he wasn’t even talking to Eddie. Stan had always known about him and Eddie, even if nobody else did. Stan had been aware of Richie’s aggressively painful crush on Eddie Kaspbrak since before Richie even had been. It had only been logical that he’d told Stan when they finally gotten together.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him,” Richie said wistfully, staring up at the ceiling in Stan’s bedroom. Stan had been sitting cross legged on his floor, flipping through a comic book. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at his best friend.

“Eddie?” Stan asked, as if he didn’t already know. Richie turned to give a disbelieving look.

“No, Ben,” Richie snarked. “I’ve secretly been cheating on Eddie, the Love of My Life, with him this whole entire time. Surprise.”

Stan let out scoff. “Go back to being a sappy in love idiot, please.”

“Happily,” Richie said. “I was saying that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with Eddie. I am going to marry him.”

Stan frowned slightly, biting back the response that gay people couldn’t get married. He knew this and he knew that Richie knew it, too. There wasn’t any harm in letting him ignore it, even if it was just for one afternoon in the safety of his best friend’s bedroom.

“Not here,” Richie continued. “We couldn’t… not here. We’re gonna run away. Maybe after graduation or something. I don’t know how, but we will.

“I’d help you,” Stan said, turning back to his comic book. He turned the distinct ruffling on Richie sitting up on the bed.

“Wait, what?” Richie squeaked. “Really?”

“Sure. We could consider it my teenage rebellion.”

///

When Richie dropped the bomb on Eddie, he was seventeen, a few months shy of being eighteen. It was Eddie’s birthday, and everybody had already gone home from his gathering. Stan had given Richie a knowing look when Richie had said he was spending the night, but nobody else had questioned it. They never had. It was routine at this point. They’d all come to expect it.

“Hey, Eds,” Richie said mildly. “Remember when I told you that I’d take you away from here?”

“Uh, yeah, Rich,” Eddie laughed, tossing his boyfriend a pair of sweats he kept there for sleeping. “You say it at least once a week, how could I forget?”

“I know, I know, it’s just,” Richie fiddled with the pants. “It’s your birthday. You’re eighteen now, and I… I’ll be eighteen in a few months.”

Eddie raised his brow, watching his boyfriends’ nervous, jerking hands and the way he nibbled on his bottom lip. Eddie’s heart began to race, Richie couldn’t really be talking about what Eddie thought he was talking about… could he?

“We’ll both be adults,” Richie continued, his speaking voice slowly getting faster. “They couldn’t, they couldn’t… control us anymore, you know? They couldn’t..”

“Rich,” Eddie cut him off, heart practically in his throat. “I love you but please, for the love of God, get to the point.”

“We could go,” Richie cried out suddenly. “We could leave and nobody could stop us or make us come back here ever. Just like I promised, Eds, I’d never break that. I’d never-“

“I know,” Eddie said softly. He sat on the bed beside Richie, grabbing his fidgeting hands and pulling them close to him. “I know I wouldn’t. Hell, Richie, you made that promise when we were like… seven-“

“Six,” Richie corrected quietly.

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly and he sucked in a deep breath. “I just, I know you mean it. I mean it, too, I always have, okay? But a few months from now, are you sure you’re ready to do this now?”

“I’ve been ready for years,” Richie said, voice so full of truth and vulnerability that Eddie wanted to cry. “I’m ready whenever you’re ready.

Eddie looked his boyfriend up and down slowly, from his messy halo of brown curls and glasses crooked from being broken so many times. To his chapped lips and stained Hawaiian print T-shirt that even at seventeen years old Richie didn’t feel embarrassed to be seen wearing. His jeans were ripped, not from style but from ridiculous amounts of accidents caused by limb he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet, and the mismatched socks on his feet. Eddie swallowed hard.

“I think I-“ Eddie nodded, a slow smile growing across his face. “I think I’m ready.”

Richie’s face broke into the widest grin Eddie though he’d ever seen and he kissed Eddie, hard. There was no thought, no rhythm, just a complete mess of overwhelming emotions that neither knew how to describe. Once they pulled apart, both still grinning messes, Richie reached back for the sweats.

Eddie grabbed them from him and chunked them across the room. Richie started at him, brow crinkled. Eddie launched himself into Richie’s lap, clasping his hands behind Richie’s neck and stared deep into his eyes.

“You don’t need them,” Eddie said firmly. Richie blinked for a moment before his face blazed with understanding.

“Eddie, Eds, are you…” Richie cleaned his throat, hoping it would clear the hoarse sound. “You…?

“I’m ready,” Eddie whispered as he sealed their lips together again.

///

Richie was the one to step out of the truck first, walking towards where Stan stood at the end of the driveway. His best friend gave him a sad smile and Richie felt a terrible burning in his chest and stomach. Wordlessly, Richie launched himself forward and yanked Stan into his arms. Even though it was Beverly he always had height wars with, it was Stan whom he’d always been bouncing back and forth between with. Richie now had just enough inches on Stan that he had to tilt his head to bury it into his neck.

“Oh, fuck, man,” Richie said, voice gruff and quiet. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, brother,” Stan whispered back.

Richie kept a hand clasped to the side of Stan’s neck as he pulled away, and nearly lost it himself when he saw the misty look in Stan’s eyes. “Alright,” Richie cleared his throat. “No fucking crying, you hear me? Jesus Christ.”

Stan swallowed visibly and pursed his lips. “Rich-“ He cut himself off as he caught sight of Eddie approaching. He pulled the smaller into a hug, too; a softer hug, a shorter one. Richie could’ve burst into tears in that moment, could’ve turned around and gone back home just watching his best friend and the love of my life hugging. Thoughts of potentially never getting to see that again ate at Richie’s mind.

He forced the thoughts away, there wasn’t a choice. Not really.

“Thank you so much, Stan,” Eddie whispered as he pulled away. If Eddie was wiping at his eyes, nobody chose to acknowledge it.

“Yeah,” Stan replied, voice cracking like it always had during puberty. Stan had had worse than anybody aside from Richie. Richie had promptly called them The Crack Brothers for a week until Stan told him that if he didn’t stop, he was going to shove a clarinet so far up his ass that it would come out of his mouth. “It’s no problem- really.”

“Teenage rebellion,” Richie said simply. Eddie crinkled his brow in confusion but Stan shot Richie a smirk, and really, that had been the reaction he’d been looking for. “Come on, good chaps,” Richie said, letting an arm drape around Eddie’s shoulders. “We have tones of work ahead of us, on this lovely fortnight!”

“Oh my God,” Eddie complained with a grin. “Do not do the British guy right now, I beg you.”

“Especially since you don’t know anything about British slang, clearly.” Stan added, knocking his elbow against Richie’s.

“And here I thought you loved me.”

“How disappointing for you.”

#reddie #reddie fic #it fanfiction #tozbrak #my writing #am i making this verse into a series?#maybeso.gif

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not-a-perfect-metaphor · 6 years

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One Summer Day (weecest) pt.1

This is a 4-part story, with parts 1 & 2 being posted right now, one after the other, and the last 2 parts being posted soon. Sam is 16, and the story as a whole is VERY explicit, but parts 1 and 2 work as a stand-alone if you only enjoy moderately explicit weecest, so...yeah! Tagged with “one summer day” if you ever need to search for parts.

Off we ride!

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One Summer Day, pt.1

The sand was hot and scratchy against Sam’s back as he stared up into the part of the sky where dark-blue turns to lighter-blue, squinting his eyes against the glare of the sun and tapping his heel to the beat of the song playing too loudly through his headphones.

Dean suddenly loomed over him, shadowing out the light as he bent to a crouch next to Sam with the curl of one of his charming smiles playing around the corners of his mouth, saying something that Sam couldn’t hear and looking like sheer God silhouetted against the sun, all bare muscle and jaw-line and flashing eyes that always made Sam feel a bit like collapsing at the center.

Sam tugged his headphones out of one ear, propping himself up onto his elbows and grinning at his big brother in return, his mouth too-dry in that way it usually was these days when Dean was so solidly in his personal space, and of course this afternoon he was shirtless, too...which was just…

Not fair.

“Wha-what was that?” Sam finally asked, remembering that Dean was still waiting for him to respond to something, “I didn’t, uh, headphones-“

He gestured toward the CD player resting on his bare stomach, and Dean chuckled, grabbing the freed earbud and holding it up to listen while Sam protested in annoyance.

“Huh, looks like I rubbed off on you, after all, Sammy,” he murmured, bobbing his head playfully to The Unforgiven II before tossing the bud back onto Sam’s chest and tousling his hair, “Come on. I met some people. They invited us over for the afternoon, and since Dad won’t be back until tonight, I figured why not, right?”

Sam threw him a small frown at this news, averting his eyes and fumbling aimlessly with the tie on his shorts, his stomach clenching up in what had become an all-too familiar way during the past couple of years.

“What people?” he asked, sounding more sullen than he would have liked and quickly adding, “I mean…whoever they are, they invited you, not me, so it doesn’t really matter, anyway. Why don’t you just go? I’ll walk back to the motel later.”

Dean scoffed at that, rolling his eyes and easing himself down into a cross-legged sit, glancing over his shoulder and signaling something to someone before turning back to Sam.

“Hey, they invited both of us,” he said softly, tacking on another one of his dazzling smiles and pressing the back of his hand to Sam’s heated forehead, “Wouldn’t it be nice to get out ‘a this damn sun somewhere besides that grimy motel room? There’s air-conditioning!”

He winked, flip-flopping Sam’s stomach, heaving himself to his feet again and reaching for Sam’s hand after brushing the loose sand from the backs of his thighs.

“Come on. It’ll be fun. You’ll like ‘em!”

Sam pretended to sigh in exasperation, despite having immediately known that he was going to go with his brother, gathering his player and his sunglasses together under one arm before accepting Dean’s haul to a stand and narrowing his eyes at the small crowd of people waving excitedly at Dean from about fifty yards away.

“Yeah, yeah…I guess. Alright, let’s go.”

—————————

“You want a toke?” Mandy asked, pulling a loosely-rolled joint from her shorts pocket and giving it a little shake in Dean’s direction.

Dean quickly glanced at Sam, nervous and unsure, and Sam huffed in real frustration this time, crossing his arms indignantly over his chest.

“Jesus! I’m sixteen, not ten,” he shot back with another eye roll, drawing a tinkling little laugh from one of the other girls on the porch and causing Dean to throw up his arms in defeat before plucking the joint from Mandy’s fingers.

“Christ, ‘course you are, touchy touchy. I mean, uh, what-you…you want some?”

Sam mulled it over for a few seconds, finally deciding that saying no might directly clash with his declaration about not being a kid anymore and giving Dean a little nod, shifting his weight in his chair and feeling anxious about it despite the fact that Dean had smoked for the first time long before sixteen.

“I’ll help him,” Hannah chimed in, hopping up from her rocker and practically skipping across the porch, “He’s a cutie, huh? Good genes, boys. How old you say you were again, cutie?”

Sam coughed, resenting nearly everything Hannah had said (nearly), but before he could reply either way, Dean stepped in front of Hannah dauntingly, widening his stance and bringing one hand down to rest pointedly on her shoulder.

“Sixteen,” he said loudly, overemphasizing both syllables and reddening Sam’s face with embarrassment, “So hands off. Besides, I’LL help him. He’s my brother.”

Sam groaned, palming his face and kicking out at the backs of Dean’s legs with the toe of his sneaker.

“Oh my god!” he protested, half-wanting to disappear and half focusing still on the fact that Hannah, presumably at least an eighteen year old very attractive girl had called him cute, “Dean! I don’t need anyone’s help. It’s not rocket science…jesus.”

Dean laughed at that, patting down over Hannah’s shoulder, now, to ease any tension that might have briefly arisen and giving his head a little shake.

“Suppose you ain’t wrong about that,” he quipped, flicking at his lighter and inhaling a deep drag off the joint, tapping his heel while he held in the smoke before finally breathing it out in Sam’s direction, perfectly O-ing with his mouth to the “oooh”s and “aaah”s of the four girls and privately winking once again at Sam, extending the joint between two fingers and tossing his lighter into Sam’s lap, “your turn, hurry up though and you won’t have to re-light it.”

“I know how to do it, Dean,” Sam lied through another mild glare, too fuzzy from Dean’s second ‘just-for-him’ wink in an hour to really care too much about anything else and sucking in a heavy lungful of harsh smoke that he coughed out immediately in violent fits and starts, much to Dean’s obvious delight.

“Don’t even think it!” Sam warned ominously as soon as he could breathe again, but Dean just crinkled his face into another low chuckle, grabbing the joint delicately from Sam’s fingers and walking it over to Mandy without a word of teasing.

As soon as he was back, though, he leaned down slightly, shielding his mouth with the back of one hand and sprawling against the wall while the girls passed the joint between them through high-pitched giggles.

“I would have been pissed anyway if you’d smoked with someone else for the first time,” he murmured, heating up Sam’s blood in his veins and quickening his pulse while Hannah shrieked out a laugh at something on the other side of the porch, “So…yeah, I dunno-“

He trailed off, his gaze landing on Mandy as she sauntered back in their direction, wriggling her hips provocatively with each step in a way that made Sam suddenly want to hit her.

“Yoo-hoo, no secret telling, boys!” she chimed, sidling in right next to Dean and offering him the joint again, her other hand snaking eagerly around his shoulders, “How you feeling, Sam, huh? Fun, isn’t it?”

She had her head turned toward him, smiling warmly, and he forced himself to smile back, wondering if she could still tell anyway how much he hated her and finding it very difficult to care as a thick, happy, dulling fog crept in around the edges of his mind, brightening all the colors and slowing down his thoughts to an inching crawl that somehow still felt like a lot more than usual happening all at once inside his head.

Well this was…interesting.

Fuck.

It was going to be a very…very interesting afternoon.

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“What’cha lookin’ at?”

Sam startled from his reverie, glancing up from his spot on the couch to lock eyes with Dean, who was SO close…so close…

How had he gotten that close?

“Wha…I…nothing, the, uh, nothing,” Sam stammered, giving his head a little shake and trying to keep his gaze in the appropriate place as it kept trying, instantly and insistently, to pull down to Dean’s mouth.

Dean grinned brightly, sliding in swiftly next to Sam so thoroughly that their legs were pressed flush together from calf to thigh, his arm looping around Sam’s shoulders and his foot actually weaving over to twine together with Sam’s at the ankle in a way he hadn’t done for at least two years.

Sam wondered if Dean even realized he had done it.

“You’re totally hammered, huh?” Dean teased, his face less than two inches away, nudging with his hip and catching Sam’s breath in his throat alarmingly as he tried desperately to remember any tiny segment of the English language.

Settling for just a weak nod and a laugh that sounded far too…something, Sam mentally willed his pulse to quiet, suddenly terrified that…parts of him…might get overexcited in his highly inebriated state and hastily grabbing a throw pillow to shove unceremoniously over his lap, raising Dean’s eyebrows sky-high.

Goddammit…

He hadn’t even considered what covering his crotch with a pillow would connotate.

Fucking weed.

“I…was…”

He broke off, utterly panicked, his forehead sheening over with a light sweat and his thoughts freezing in place uselessly until Dean offered a tentative-

“The girls, huh?” lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper and fixing Sam with an unreadable expression that Sam would have to interpret later, because right now, a response was needed to save this moment from rapidly spiraling out of control.

He tried to laugh again, swallowing thickly afterward and clearing his staticky, dry throat two-too-many times before finally managing to say, “mhm, ye-yeah, uh-huh,” while Dean continued to intently watch him to a degree that seemed unusual.

Was it?

Damn it…he was too high to even keep the question in his head, let alone answer it.

“One in particular?” Dean pressed, glancing around the room swiftly before honing back in on Sam, his thigh seeming to press even more solidly close and his fingers playing with the sleeve of Sam’s t-shirt in a way that drew all of Sam’s nerves together into a tight bundle directly under the touch.

As if on cue, Hannah chose that moment of all moments to pad over to them across the room with Mandy linked to her elbow, and Sam was certain that Dean would ease away from him…would put at least a small crack of space between their bodies, but…he didn’t.

Smiling casually up at the girls and then back down at Sam, he gestured for them to sit, leaning back into the cushion behind him and continuing to twirl the fabric of Sam’s shirt, his fingertips actually pushing slightly beneath the cotton to brush against the bare skin of Sam’s upper arm.

Sam forced air into his lungs, shivering uncontrollably in a way that absolutely couldn’t have gone unnoticed, but Dean just continued talking smoothly to Mandy and didn’t even skip a beat, now blatantly petting at Sam’s skin while asking the girls what kind of music they had, and Sam just…floundered silently…wondering almost hysterically at this point if maybe he was losing his mind.

“Sound good, Sammy?” Dean purred in his direction, about…fuck…something? and Sam, to his horror, couldn’t even seem to muster out a half-assed response this time, just gaping dumbly at Dean like he’d suddenly gone deaf (which he might as well have) and opening his lips around a nonexistent word, his expression somewhere, he knew, between confused and aroused…and glued to his face no matter how intently he tried to scrub it away.

Dean amazingly still didn’t falter, remaining seemingly unphased and segwaying effortlessly back into exchanging light words with both girls despite their curious, stolen glances at Sam…which only further cemented the fact that Dean not acknowledging his sudden inability to function was…weird. It was weird.

But what the hell did it mean?

“-got the hots for my brother, huh? I guess I can live with it.”

Sam bridled, having at least picked up on that particular snippet of the conversation, and Hannah giggled, actually giggled, turning to wink at him behind Dean’s back and spinning more heavy fog through his head like numbing, tingling cotton candy while Dean continued to coo out suggestive little flirts on his behalf.

What was happening??

Suddenly, before Sam could get through even half of one single thought, Dean was moving his arm, pushing between their bodies and behind Sam to curl around his waist, hauling him in toward the center of the couch like he did things like that every day and cocking his head in Hannah’s direction.

“Made you some room over there, babe.”

Sam’s chest constricted around too many confusing neurons firing up all at once in his brain, realizing with certainty now that Dean was trying to set him up with Hannah…right here, right now, and it made no sense, it made fucking negative sense, because this was Dean, and he wouldn’t-…he never-

“Well hi there, cutie.”

Hannah squeezed in on his left, keening toward him immediately with a hazy-eyed smile and draping a warm hand over the back of his neck.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest? Feeling a bit over the moon, so to speak, huh? Mandy’s got the good stuff, that’s for sure.”

She inched even closer while Sam struggled to process, a big part of him urging his logical mind to just shut up and go with it but the other part of him turning his head toward Dean again, who was…who was...fucking god...palming down Mandy’s chest and side-glancing Sam with an expression that made Sam instantaneously hard…achingly hard, his muscles nearly seizing around the unfathomable hottness of being flush against his brother while he was…while he was…while they were-

Jesus…fuck.

“Go ahead, Sammy,” Dean murmured, his voice low and practically dripping with sex, dragging Sam’s stomach nearly into his throat and pulsing his cock painfully under his shorts, “the other two girls just left, have a little fun, yeah?”

Sam actually groaned out loud, trying too late to swallow it down, his arms pricking wildly with goosebumps as he watched Dean’s eyelids flutter undeniably at the sound.

How they had transitioned from Dean practically locking him in an untouchable box and throwing away the key as far as Hannah was concerned to…to this…was utterly beyond all reason, but Sam stopped even trying to work through it all when Hannah moved up against him with a sexy little moan to kiss his neck, sliding him further into Dean and searing him white hot all the way through to his core.

“Fuck,” he managed to grit out, pawing at Hannah’s back and bucking the pillow from his lap to the floor, “fucking…fuck-“

Hannah made pretty little sounds at Sam’s sudden responsiveness, pressing into him from everywhere and sliding her lips up his jaw-line to finally connect with his mouth, her fingers trailing down his arms and one of her thighs moving to drape across his lap, rubbing against the outline of his cock and dragging a deep, rough sound from his chest that he barely even recognized as his own voice.

Sliding his gaze sideways again while Hannah shifted her weight to half-straddle his lap, his breath hitched almost violently to see that Dean was watching him, blatantly, over Mandy’s head…watching him with blown pupils and heavy lids, his mouth actually curled into a silent growl that spiked immediate daggers of lust through Sam’s insides, his cock leaking and straining through a dizzying rush of blood and his teeth clenching around a frantic groan that seemed to drag up and out from his center...primal and hungry and utterly beyond his control to hold back.

There was a sudden flurry of noise from upstairs that Sam could only barely focus on, still reaching for Hannah, reveling in it, trying to touch her everywhere while sneaking glances at Dean, but Mandy was…hushing them, now, practically leaping from Dean’s lap to grab Hannah by her shoulders and signaling in a haze of panic to Dean.

“Shit! It’s my Dad. He’s home early,” she half-mouthed, half-whispered, jerking her head toward the back door leading up to the porch and scrambling to straighten her shirt while Hannah giggled silently.

“You guys gotta go, out that way, c’mon, hurry up, just-shut it, Hannah! Seriously Dean, I can’t get in more trouble and my dad’ll kick your ass if he finds you down here.”

Dean just stared, open-mouthed, for a long moment, presumably trying to re-access the rest of his brain before finally understanding what was being asked of him and jumping up, hiking Sam to a stand by the front of his shirt and herding him toward the door before tossing a loopy grin behind him in Mandy’s direction.

“To be continued,” he murmured, pushing Sam by the small of his back and steering him breathlessly up the stairs and onto the porch.

“Let’s make a run for it, Sammy, come on!”

#weecest #fan fic #fanfic #ficlet #wincest #sam and dean #dean and sam #sam/dean #dean/sam #young sam winchester #young dean winchester #first time #one summer day

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Prompt: angry makeout session/s with Lucien/Matthew

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It’s hard enough being in love with your best friend, always walking the balance of friendship and hiding the romance. It’s even harder when your best friend is a man and headed off to basic training tomorrow morning.

Matthew Lawson has been in love with his best friend, Lucien Blake, since they were thirteen years old. They’d already been close, after all. Matthew had held Lucien in their treehouse as they had cried together for the loss of Mrs. Blake. But for Matthew, something had shifted.

Lucien had grown out of control, feeling trapped in a town where he was the smartest in the school and had simultaneously charmed and annoyed everyone in town. Matthew seemed to be the only one who could stand him, handle him.

Each hug, each grin, each playful tease and lingering touch, it all added up and wrapped itself around Matthew’s heart until his heart itself beat in time to Lucien’s name.

It was Lucien and Matthew against the world.

Until it wasn’t.

Lucien had decided bigger and better things awaited him outside the dusty mining town of Ballarat and so the army would receive him into their open arms.

And he hadn’t even bothered to tell Matthew. Some friend.

But he had made up for it: inviting him out for a last wild night out. Ale after ale after ale had been downed until they were both barely standing up, staggering down the streets and hanging off of the other’s shoulders, giggling and laughing into the night.

The last pub had closed down hours ago and they were just wandering the streets, reminiscing over each spot in town where they had shared an adventure. The dumpster they had hidden in after running from old Mrs. Smith chasing after them after they’d lifted a handful of sweets. The patch of concrete where they had pressed their handprints in when it was still being paved and the cement was still wet.

It seemed as if they were painted all over the town.

Lucien laughed drunkenly and dragged Matthew into the alleyway behind The Bitters Club. They had been sixteen and drunk and Matthew hadn’t been able to hold his first taste of alcohol, promptly emptying his stomach’s contents into the alleyway with a laughing Lucien rubbing softly at his back.

Now, they stood here again, eighteen and drunk and the weight of being separated for the first time in their lives sitting on their shoulders heavily.

Lucien must have seen Matthew’s tense jaw and drop in mood because he scoffed, hand coming up to cup the back of Matthew’s neck. “C’mon, mate, don’t look so glum. It’s only for a few months. I’ll be back for Christmas before I ship off.”

His tone turned teasing, then, eyes sparkling with mirth. “I know what this is about.”

Matthew swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. He’d been so careful to conceal how he’d felt. “Y-you do?”

Lucien hummed, “You’re worried I’m going to come back ripped and surpass you as the most handsome man in Ballarat.” It seemed to be the most hilarious thing Lucien had ever said because he doubled over at his own joke.

Matthew felt relief roll through him and he laughed along with Lucien, rolling his eyes and pushing him away playfully. Lucien fell back against the alleyway and he caught his breath, still chuckling.

The soft, dim light of the streetlamp illuminated just enough of the alleyway that Matthew could see the gentle flush of inebriation and laughter on Lucien’s cheeks, the light catching the slight glisten of saliva on Lucien’s bottom lip.

Leaning lazily against the brick wall, taking Matthew in, hair mussed and eyes lazy with happiness and alcohol, Lucien was easily the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

And he was leaving.

A wave of bravery overtook him then. What did he have to lose? Lucien was likely to die out there anyway and if did, Matthew would be left with regrets and a broken heart.

So he did what Lucien did best, for once. He took a leap.

It happened fast. Matthew stepped into Lucien’s personal space, gauging the way his friend reacted first. Lucien didn’t move away, didn’t question his nearness. Matthew felt the warm puffs of Lucien’s whiskey-laden breath against his lips and watched as Lucien’s eyes dipped down to lips, ever so briefly.

It was all the encouragement he needed.

Surging forward, his hands grasping either side of Lucien’s face, he slanted his lips over Lucien’s. The moan that escaped him was unavoidable. Lucien was all heat and hard muscle beneath him, his mouth soft and supple and the fact that it was Lucien he was kissing sent him over the edge.

Beneath him, Lucien was still, only partially responding with light presses of his lips against Matthew’s. And then Matthew, in desperation (because if this was the only kiss he was going to get from him, he was going to make it count), he nipped at Lucien’s bottom lip, his teeth sinking in to the plump flesh.

And Lucien roared to life.

He flipped their positions, turning them so Lucien was the one pressing Matthew into the wall of the alley. The rough texture of the bricks scraped against his neck, but he didn’t care. Not when Lucien’s mouth was hot and searching on his, his hands grabbing at his hips and rubbing himself against the hollow of Matthew’s hip, searching searching searching for friction.

Lucien’s leg slipped between Matthew’s thigh and he rocked down against him, his hands scraping down Lucien’s back--rough and desperate.

They were a mess of entangled limbs and tongues and mouths, exchanging kisses as easily as their next breath, and it was glorious.

And then fear seemed to kick in for Matthew. This was his best friend. This was Lucien, who was leaving tomorrow and who may never return. They were drunk. They were in the middle of Ballarat’s town center committing a fucking crime. This was illegal and it didn’t matter that Lucien’s kiss was worth going to jail for. He wasn’t going to kill Lucien’s dreams because he couldn’t control himself.

Ripping his mouth from Lucien’s and pushing him away, ignoring the way Lucien reached for him immediately, he wiped a hand over his mouth, frowning. Lucien looked adorably confused, as if he couldn’t think of a single reason why they shouldn’t continue.

But Matthew--as always--had to be the rock, had to be reasonable, had to handle him.

“Don’t get yourself killed out there, okay, Lucien?”

And with that, he ran home, leaving behind a shell-shocked Lucien. It was for the best, really.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

#tdbm #matthew x lucien #tdbm fic #i KNOW IT'S NOT JEAN/LUCIEN I KNOW #but it could happen #marcuskaen

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Worth Fighting For Chapter 2 - Reflections Of Time

Rating: M (violence, smut, language, references to abuse and violence)

Romance/Tragedy

He was ruthless, cunning and completely committed to protecting his city but her arrival to Dauntless called everything he ever thought he believed into question. Duty and following orders were no longer enough. They both found more than they ever thought possible. They both found something worth fighting for. Eric/OC AU M Tragedy/Romance

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A/N: Posting this here but is also on ff.net site.

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Chapter 2- Reflections Of Time

Eric-Choosing Day: Roughly one year ago

Whispers of silk moving against silk. Muffled gasps and moans. Flashes of delectable skin, so close and charged with a heat that called to me. These sensory images haunted me through my nights, leaving me in a tangled mess of my own making in bed. The space beside me remained cold but in those dreams it burned with the heat of passion. A passion I could never imagine existed and if ever asked would deny I would even want. Because what those images, those nightmares I was coming to call them, brought forth in me was a terrible burning in my soul and heart. A feeling of being so complete and of such rapture that the cold light of day left me a broken husk of a man.

Very few, two to be exact, had ever seen me any other way than the face I presented to all others at all times. Lately though, even they don’t get to see any semblance of the man behind the mask because that mask is slowly seeping into every part of me.

At twenty four years old I felt a man of eighty. The weight of a faction, no an entire fucking city, seems to be pressing down on me. Now I know why Max was reluctant to make me leader even with pressure from Jeanine. He had needed to know I wasn’t in it just for Jeanine because if I was then this pressure would make me snap. It would break me. It is trying to break me and it scares the shit out of me everyday how close it is coming to doing just that.

The screeching of the digital alarm clock on my bedside table alerts me that I need to get my butt in gear and get ready to face another day. One of the worst days of my year was about to start and I needed the coffee to be able to deal with this. So I began my day with a cup of coffee in my apartment, then went to the meetings that would take up most of the morning before the new initiates arrived. It messed up my normal routine so that was another reason to add to my foul mood.

Chase slid a breakfast sandwich across to me when he took his place at the conference table. “Zach put a couple of these together for us this morning since we couldn’t do the normal thing.” He mumbled around a large bite he had just taken of his own.

“Thanks.” I nodded and took a bite while looking over notes and waiting for the meeting to start. Lauren breezed in, late as usual, causing all of us to scowl but Chase even more since he was the one stuck with her for training the Dauntless born.

It was the same shit from every year although there were some new rules that were being implemented. Cuts were being made, steep cuts. I rubbed the bridge of my nose as Four spoke up about his displeasure in regards to the cuts and fighting changes. He kept shooting glares at me, as always pinning all this shit on me. Never mind there were four other leaders sitting around this table that were just as responsible for passing the new rules and Max the senior leader that had final say.

Chase shot me a look telling me to keep it cool as I looked away and clenched my fists on the table. You would think after over seven years of having to deal with each other we could move past old shit but that wasn’t going to happen with me and Four. At times I wish with all my being that I had been able to prove my suspicions about him. Get him out of the picture all together.

With a sigh I crack my neck and focus back on the meeting. It was going to be a long hour until the meeting broke and we could all finally head to greet the new blood.

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The four or five Dauntless members that stood on the roof waiting for the train took bets on what kind of mix we would see in the initiates this year. We tossed around predictions on what faction the first jumper would be from and what faction would likely be the last jumper.

The Choosing Ceremony had been over for a while now but it took a good hour for the train to make it’s way to the jumping point. Max had called that it should be appearing within the next five minutes or so.

Max was handling greeting initiates this year. He decided this because two years ago, before the choosing age changed once more from eighteen to twenty, I had lost patience after no one had volunteered. I had just decided to toss the first person near me over the ledge. While it had been amusing and we were looking to inspire a little fear in the initiates, that apparently wasn’t exactly the fear the other leaders had been looking for. It had felt fantastic for all of three minutes and then it felt just as hollow as everything else felt to me lately.

I was glad to hand that particular duty over to him. I had enough on my plate to deal with between being in charge of overseeing training as well as the multitude of meetings I have to attend normally. Not to mention that I am expected to just drop everything and go running to Matthews when she quirks her finger for us to. It was exhausting, annoying and my mood that wasn’t great in the best of times was anything but mellow these days.

“Train is approaching!” Someone called out and Chase nudged me.

“Remember the bet. The first jumper is going to be a Candor this year.” Chase said firmly as he was pulling for his former faction.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. It still surprised the shit out of me that I had become best friends with two former Mouth’s. Chase is the only friend besides Zach that could claim to know anything about me or see any other side of me besides what the rest of the faction and city saw.

“Dauntless born. It is always Dauntless born lately.” I said with a slight proud smirk. I had been the last non Dauntless-born first jumper and that was close to seven years ago when I transferred in at a time when the choosing age was still sixteen.

Chase chuckles and shakes his head at my look. Then we hear it, the train as it makes its way towards us. It slows slightly as it comes around the corner that is just before the row of roofs that are all part of the compound. It is the only concession we made here. We slowed the train enough that it gave time for all the jumpers to take their turn.

The first car is usually only the Dauntless members that have gone to the ceremony in either an official capacity or because they had family choosing. Some stay on the roof after they make their jump. Some of them go to the area where the net is to wait and see the initiates jump. Most of the others go on about their day or duties or start partying.

Dauntless-born came next, interspersed with transfers. At first I saw the normal mix of Erudite and Candor in among the Dauntless-born. Then my eye was caught by two that seemed to be in some kind of stand off.

What had my eyebrows in my hairline was the fact that the two involved were a Candor boy and a Abnegation girl. From the look on the Candor guys face I was fully expecting to see a grey splatter on the ground in seconds. So I was more than taken by surprise by what happened next.

The Abnegation girl got a brief flash of a snarl before it turned into a wicked smile and she shoved the Candor from the train and to the roof. There were calls of surprise and laughter as he fell straight to the roof with surprising force and accuracy, a girly shriek tearing from him as he fell.

“Are you seeing this?” Chase said in gasped laughter and disbelief. Because directly after she had shoved the Mouth, she had laughed, smirked and then leaped out herself.

She went into a tuck and roll then popped up brushing herself off as if she had just gotten a little dust on her jacket and she hadn’t just jumped from a moving locomotive onto a seven story roof. I might have been amazed by that alone but that isn’t what held me practically spellbound at the moment. It was her face, her smile and this glow she had about her. She was stunning and I felt as if the wind was being taken from me but at the same time, life was being breathed into me.

She looked like no damn Abnegation I had ever seen. She might have her hair up and the grey on but it all faded away. I also couldn’t help but look at each of her features and I swear to gods she was wearing some kind of makeup, but that couldn’t be possible.

Chase elbows me but when I look to him, I see his own eyes are locked onto her just as much as mine had just been. That gets broken when we see a Candor girl built like an Amazon storm up to her with a scowl on her face.

“You could have killed him!” The Amazonian screeches out and goes to put her hands on the not so stiff, stiff. She just rolls her eyes and side steps the attack, causing the girl to stumble and trip to the ground.

“I could only hope to be so damn lucky.” She mutters but it isn’t quiet and wouldn’t matter if she had been because all attention seems to be on her anyways. I know all of my attention is on her. I can’t even help the smirk that tilts my lips up as Chase snorts. “And if you were observing closely, I aimed him precisely where I wanted him to hit with the perfect amount of force. Enough to make him scream like the little bitch he is but not enough to kill him.”

She pauses and sighs dejectedly. “I am still up in the air on whether I did him a favor or all the rest of us a disservice. Time will tell though.” With that she shrugs as if she really was torn about her decision and moves off.

Another Abnegation girl had just careened to the roof, holding the hand of a Candor girl and she approached her.

“Are we just being fucking invaded here?” I mutter out but still can’t take my eyes off of the first girl.

“Mary Katherine! Did you have to push him? He wasn’t going to hurt me.” The other girl admonishes my stiff….Mary Katherine? Gods, I hate that fucking name! I smirk a little when she winces and grimaces as soon as it is uttered.

She brushes off the gravel of the other girls jacket, frowning at a tear and cut on her arm. “First of all, I was helping him get over his obvious feelings of inadequacy. Shown by his need to fuck with you.” She gave the other girl a pointed look before she continued. “Second of all, yes he would have. If you think different Beatrice, then you are in for a world of hurt during initiation. Ask your friend here. I am sure she could tell you about the new resident dick of Dauntless.”

She isn’t wrong there. One look at the glare the Candor and his two friends are throwing to the girls shows they are going to be going for the weakest to make themselves look better.

“Last of all,” she continues in a frustrated voice that still sounds musical “please do not call me by that travesty of a name. I am and have only ever responded to Kat for years now. If you are smart you will change yours too, Bea. I mean unless you just want to live with an instant chastity belt tethered to you.”

The Candor girls mouth drops open while the other abnegation turns red and gasps. “Mary Katherine!”

There are sputters of laughter all over and I look over to Chase who is holding in a laugh.

Kat rolls her eyes and sighs. “Lighten up Bea. It was a joke...sort of.” She sighs and shakes her head. “I really do think, dear sister, our parents chose our names as an instant abstinence tactic though. Do they teach that in Abnegation initiation you think?” She assumes the normal Abnegation ‘stick up their ass’ posture and her face takes on a mask as she takes a breath. “By the way fellow Stiffs; someday you will lay with a man or a woman and produce a new little stiff. We expect you to keep the tradition of leg locking names alive.”

She says this all in an almost perfect imitation of the condescending tone of Marcus Eaton. Ripples of laughter make the way along the roof and while I don’t laugh, I crack the first smile I have let loose in a very, very long time it seems. I shake my head in wonder at this strange and refreshing girl while Chase is holding his stomach he is laughing so hard.

All laughter or chatter is cut short when there is a strangled scream followed by a more pronounced one. I know before I even look over to the Dauntless born pulling the girl from the edge what it means. I also know I am going to be the one to have to deal with it as well.

Max looks to both Chase and I, causing me to sigh and nod. I elbow Chase and I can’t help but notice that his eyes and head crane to get one more last look at the girl I think we both want to stay and watch. I have a duty to take care of so I can only watch as Kat had walked away from her sister to join a group of Dauntless-born who seem to know her and had been waving her over.

My very last look just before I went into the stairwell was of her being pulled into a hug by the three of them, one being a Pedrad. My scowl at having to leave deepened at the look of affection on Uriah Pedrad’s face before I lost sight of her completely.

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