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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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My Past, My Future - Part 5 (Final part)

Negan x Reader x Daryl

part four here / part one here

Warnings: 18+, smut, angst

Note: I'm sorry this took so long for me to post. Been kinda out of it lately, but probably gonna start posting regularly again.

Red = Negan / Blue = Daryl / Pink - Reader

"Negan..." Your jaw lowers slightly in disbelief as you look up into his tired eyes. Before your brain has time to stop you, you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling the familiar smell of him. "God I am so glad you're okay." A tear falls from your cheek as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck and holds you tight.

Pulling back slightly after a moment too long, you clear your throat awkwardly and drop your hands to your sides. You quickly wipe the tear slipping down your cheek as Negan tilts his head at you empathetically. "Baby.."

"No..." You shake your head, remembering how Negan left you - alone and worried to death. "Negan, I - I don't understand. Why? Why did you leave?" You ramble, letting the hurt and anger wash over you all over again. "I looked for you for three weeks straight. I didn't eat.. didn't sleep.. just cried until I couldn't anymore."

"I saw you two.. kissing.. I thought -"

"You thought wrong, Negan. I wanted it to be you. I told Daryl that after the kiss. I came back to Alexandria that night to tell you, and you - you were gone. How could you do that to me? Just leave and not even look back like I never meant anything to you?"

"C'mon, You know that's not true... Was I supposed to just stay there and fuckin' watch you be with him?!"

Before you can respond, the front door swings open behind you and Daryl quickly appears at your side, wrapping his arm protectively around your waist.

Negan scoffs, glancing down at Daryl's hand gripping you possessively. "Seriously? You two are a thing now, huh? And you expect me to believe you were gonna fuckin' choose me?"

"Believe what you want. It's the truth. Not that it matters anymore. You left. You made your decision."

"Yeah." Negan nods. "I guess you did too."

"You dunno what the hell you're talkin' about. Got no right to talk to her like that when you just up and left." Daryl's jaw clenches as he glares at Negan.

"Seems like it worked out for you. I dunno why you're fuckin' complainin'."

"Cuz I'm not selfish. I wanted her to by happy."

"And I'm selfish? For leaving behind the love of my fucking life just so I wouldn't get in the way of her and another man!? If anyone's selfish it's you! Throwing a fit because the girl you were too scared to admit your feelings to wanted me and not you."

You grab Daryl's wrist, pulling him back as he lunges forward at Negan. "Enough! This is too much. I can't - I can't deal with this right now." You cry as both men reach out to comfort you.

Negan lets out a long sigh. "Look, it's getting dark. And I know you're tired. Let's call it a night and sort this out tomorrow."

Daryl hesitantly nods, accepting Negan's offer when you look to him for an answer and you both follow Negan into the house. It's old and wooden and Negan's smell fills the air. Your heart aches at the thought of Negan here by himself all this time... he is here by himself right?

"Do you.. live here alone?" You ask, looking around for any signs of other company.

"Nah. Girlfriend should be back any minute."

You roll your eyes at the teasing tone of his voice, trying to hide your smile when he winks at you.

"Hungry?" He points behind himself to the kitchen.

"No.. thanks. Just tired."

"You two can take the bedroom.. I'll sleep out here on the couch. Just let me clean up and change first." Negan says before heading to his bedroom. "Make yourselves at home." He calls out before shutting his door.

Six months ago you were confessing your love for each other and having sex on your couch. Now he's offering up his bed to you and another man? Daryl rests his hand on your lower back and you turn around to hug him, laying your head on his chest.

"Daryl.. I want you to know you have nothing to worry about. We'll leave in the morning."

"Not worried." He reassures you by planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He knows he is, but the last thing he wants is to put more stress and pressure on you right now.

Negan enters the room again, announcing his presence with an awkward clearing of his throat. "Room's ready. Changed the sheets."

Daryl leads the way, bumping past Negan rudely as he disappears into the master bathroom. You walk past Negan, brushing your hand against his before he gently wraps his hand around your wrist and looks down at you. "The idea of you in my bed with another man fucking infuriates me. Everything I do.. everything I did.. was for your happiness. Not mine... Just so you know." His hazel eyes fall to your lips for a moment before he slowly looks back up into your eyes. You restrain yourself from kissing him, remembering the way his soft lips felt against yours as his stubble pricked at your face. You can't deny you miss kissing him. Having long deep conversations with him.. Fucking him. All your memories together flow through your mind as you stare up at him.

"Are you happy with him, y/n?" Negan's eyes dart back and forth between yours.

"...Yes."

"Good..." He nods before walking away and you watch him sink to the couch as you enter his bedroom. You find Daryl already laying in bed and immediately climb in the bed behind him to comfort him. You know this must be difficult for him. You nuzzle your face into the back of his neck. "Baby.. I told you not to worry."

He doesn't say anything as you run your fingers comfortingly through his thick strands of hair. "I love you, Daryl."

"You love him too." He says matter-of-factly.

You don't respond, knowing you'd be lying if you tried to argue with him. So instead, you wrap your arm around him and settle into the sheets. The pillowcase smells like Negan as you shut your eyes and drift off quickly, dreaming of a world where you don't have to choose between the two men you'd die for.

As soon as Daryl hears your light snore, he slips out of bed, quietly finding his way into the living room where Negan is wide awake on the couch staring at the ceiling.

"We need to talk."

Negan's chest rises and falls as he lets out a long sigh. "Nothin' to say."

"Oh.. now you wanna stay quiet?"

"Now you wanna fuckin' talk?"

Daryl ignores Negan's comeback, sitting in a chair across from the couch. A long moment passes before Daryl finally speaks again.

"I know you love y/n. I know you've changed. But I'll never forget what you've done. When we came back to Alexandria and realized you were gone... I hoped you'd never come back."

Negan huffs, leaning back further into the couch before Daryl continues.

"Until I saw how much it broke her. She wouldn't eat. Wouldn't sleep. Unless I made her. Was so worried about her I couldn't let her outta my sight. You did that to her."

Negan gulps down, fighting back tears as he hears how much he hurt you.

"And for some stupid reason.. she still loves you."

Negan scoffs, shaking his head slightly before gazing back up at the ceiling. "...When Lucille passed, I knew I wouldn't be able to love anyone the way I loved her. Lucille was.. my everything. Hell, named a fuckin' baseball bat after her just so I wouldn't have to say goodbye... You know where that bat is now?"

Daryl grunts, waiting for Negan's answer. Negan's head nods towards the fireplace, as they watch the wood crack underneath the flames for awhile.

"I said goodbye to Lucille that day because I finally found someone I could be happy with again... When I made the decision to leave, that was for y/n. Not for me. I knew you'd be there to take my place, and I thought that's what she fuckin' wanted. But me? I didn't eat either. Didn't sleep. Worried about her every day. Still fuckin' do."

Daryl's head drops forward as his elbows rest on his knees, carefully taking in Negan's words.

"She misses you."

"Why are you tellin' me this?"

"Cause I want the same thing as you. Just want her to be happy."

"So what? You're.. giving her back to me?" Negan's head shakes sarcastically, mocking the idea.

"In your dreams.... What I'm sayin' is, we love her and she loves us. Why make her choose?"

Negan's nose scrunches as he looks to Daryl, sitting up now and leaning forward. "Wait, wait, wait. You're not serious. Are you seriously suggesting a... throuple?"

"Nah. I ain't gay." Daryl grunts. "It's not about me and you. Just her."

"Too bad. Thought you were finally comin' around." Negan raises his brows suggestively, making Daryl stand and roll his eyes annoyed. He stops at the bedroom door, looking back to Negan expectantly. "You comin'?"

They both quietly enter the bedroom and slide in bed on either side of you. Still asleep, you snuggle against the warm body in front of you, roaming your hand along his stomach before stopping suddenly, realizing it's not Daryl. Your eyes jolt open to meet Negan's gaze in the dim lit room as he smirks down at you.

"Wha-"

"It's okay, babe." Daryl whispers in your ear from behind.

"You still love me, baby?" Negan asks, tilting your chin up and hovering his lips over yours.

You answer him by pressing your lips to his, closing the small gap. You can't help the involuntary moan that escapes your mouth as you taste him again for the first time in so long.

Negan's hand cups the back of your neck, bringing you closer as he deepens the kiss and flicks his tongue against yours. His mouth opens slightly as a throaty groan escapes and you almost whimper at how turned on you are. Finally turning your attention to Daryl behind you, your arm reaches behind you to grip his hair and pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back hungrily as his rough hand glides down the side of your body, tracing your curves before reaching your ass and firmly squeezing.

After a moment, you pull away from his mouth to adjust yourself, leaning up for a moment to remove your shirt and bra before laying flat on your back between the two of them.

You stare vacantly at the ceiling, blinking a few times as you attempt to wake yourself from the obvious dream you must be having. But to no avail, your men remain pressed against your body as they nip at your skin and tease you with their fingers.

Shifting lower in the bed, they both take a hardened nipple into their mouth, making your head push into the pillow below you as you bite your lip to suppress your moan.

Negan flicks his tongue lightly over the sensitive bud, while Daryl's lips suction around the other, sucking over and over. You can't hide your noises anymore as you let them hear what they are doing to you. "Ohh my god. Fuck... that feels good."

Negan grins, letting his teeth gently squeeze your nipple before lowering his hand. He easily pops open the button on your jeans before roughly pushing them down your legs. Daryl raises to his knees, helping you get your pants and underwear off your ankles until you're completely bare in front of them.

You've been with them both one on one on multiple occasions, but this feels.. much more intense with both of them at the same time.

As Daryl bends down, getting ready to position himself to eat your pussy, Negan stops him. "Look man, not tryna be selfish here. But I've been deprived of that pussy for way too long. So please, allow me." He pleads.

Daryl glares at Negan for a moment before finally moving out of his way and letting him devour your cunt. Negan's face is buried between your legs the second Daryl gives him the go ahead and your jaw lowers as you make an o-shape with your lips at how good his mouth feels. His stubble tickles your inner thighs while his tongue repeatedly flicks deep inside of you.

"Fuck!" He comes up for air, before pressing his nose to your hole and inhaling the smell of you. "Goddamn I missed this sweet pussy."

"Move." Daryl demands, taking Negan's place and tossing your legs over his shoulders. His fingers spread your pussy lips apart, allowing him better access to your clit and sucking it harshly, urging you to orgasm.

Your gaze is focused on Negan as he stands by the bed, quickly discarding his clothes.

"Daryl!" You moan his name as your orgasm rushes through you, letting your eyes stay locked on Negan's, hoping to bring out his possessive side. A smirk appears on Negan's face as he chuckles darkly, knowing you're trying to make him jealous.

Just as Daryl comes up for air, wiping your juices from his chin, the bed dips as Negan crawls over you, taking your lips in his.

"You tryin' to tease me, baby? Cause it's fuckin' working."

He kisses you rhythmically before pulling on your lower lip with teeth and grinning at you. While you're busy locking tongues with Negan, Daryl positions himself on his back beside you. "Come mere baby. Need you."

You roll over on top of Daryl, letting your knees rest on either side of him as you hover your wet opening over his hard length and slide down slowly and completely, filling your cunt to the brim as your head falls back in pleasure.

Negan settles in behind you, bumping his hard cock against your ass. His hand wraps around your long strands of hair as he pulls, bringing your head back further and exposing the front of your neck.

Chills run down your spine when Negan whispers throatily in your ear. "Think you can take us both sweetheart?"

You answer him with a frantic nod and he chuckles, biting at the sensitive spot behind your ear and making chills spread over your arms.

"Fuck. Bend over him. Now." Negan grunts, pushing your back until you're laying over Daryl with his cock still inside you.

Negan's hand spreads one of your ass cheeks as he leans back slightly, watching you slide up and down on Daryl's cock. "Goddamn. You are creaming all over his fuckin' dick, darlin'." Negan's thumb reaches out, gathering a line of your juices from Daryl's shaft and bringing it to his mouth. He groans at the taste, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he sucks his own thumb. "Fuck." He whispers, dropping his thumb to your tight asshole now and circling it slowly. "Where do you want me baby?" He asks, pushing this thumb through your tightness. You cry out at the unfamiliar feeling.

"In.. in my pussy." You whine.

"Yeah? Such a big girl, so confident that you can take two big cocks in your little cunt at the same time." Negan chuckles darkly, pulling his finger out of your ass and rubbing his tip through your folds from behind as Daryl's breathes loud and heavy while you ride him.

Negan's hand grips your waist tightly, holding you in place as he guides his cock to your already filled hole. He slides his tip along Daryl's length before ultimately pushing through and burying himself deep inside you. Daryl grunts, adjusting slightly at the feeling of Negan's dick against his own.

You cry out as your walls are stretched further than they've ever been, and the thought of your men rubbing their cocks together inside of you makes your stomach flutter.

"Oh my goddd." You cry, overwhelmed at the intensity of being so full. Not only are your walls stretched to their limit, but both of them are painfully deep. Pressure and heat build in your abdomen as you feel yourself embarrassingly close to coming already.

“Holy shit, feels so fuckin’ good.” Negan whimpers, dropping his head back heavily as he thrusts into you.

Daryl’s jaw clenches as he stares up at you through glazed over eyes. “Is it too much babe? Tell us to stop if you need-“

“No. Please. Please don’t stop.” You beg, crashing your lips against Daryl’s as you moan into his mouth. Negan brings his hand down roughly, smacking your ass cheek and making you yelp into Daryl’s mouth.

Negan grunts, grabbing the back of your hair possessively and pulling your back against his chest. Your head turns as he kisses your lips sloppily from the side, bringing his hand around to wrap firmly around your throat as his throaty whisper flows in your ear. “I might be willing to share, but kissing another man when I’m balls deep in this cunt? Not gonna fuckin’ happen, doll.”

From this angle, one of their tips press repeatedly into just the right spot, making your cheeks burn hot. And Negan’s filthy words are just what you need to send you over the edge.

"Daryl! ... Negan! Fuuuck." You scream out, feeling warm liquid rush out of you. Both men groan at the feeling of you soaking their cocks as Negan's moans become faster and louder and Daryl grows quieter - an indicator that he's close.

"Come in me..Please.” You breathe out.

"Who?" Both men say in unison.

"..Both."

"Can't hold it anymore. I'm comin' baby. I'm fuckin' coming. Ahhh, fuuuuck." He lets out a long groan, spilling deep inside of you.

Daryl groans at the intense feeling of yours and Negan’s warm liquids surrounding his cock. He bites his bottom lip as he shoots his load in you, following each pulse of his dick with a mix of raspy whimpers and moans.

Negan slides out of you as you lift yourself off Daryl, falling to the bed next to him. When Negan joins you on the other side, you lace your fingers in both of their hands as you lay there out of breath.

"What the hell just happened?" You chuckle, not able to hide the ridiculous smile on your face.

"We don't wanna make you choose. Just want you to be happy. If you want us both, you've got us."

"But.. that's.."

Negan leans in, kissing your cheek before settling into the sheets and closing his eyes. "There's no rules in the apocalypse, baby. Shoulda learned that a long time ago."

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mediocre-writerr · 1 year

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hi!! i absolutely loved sparks, it was PERFECT and for sure the best maddy imagine in this app

so i would like to request a maddy x fem!reader based on style by taylor swift where maddy is "you got that long hair slicked back white tshirt" and reader is "and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

and reader is like, a cute sweet good girl and everyone thinks she's and angel so when she shows up dating the maddy perez everyone is shocked but they don't really care and just a looot of pda and maddy likes to keep her hands around reader waist all the time and tease her about the skirts she wear saying it is for her

well, thanks for reading and i really like your writing <3

style [maddy perez]

summary: you've always had that good girl faith, maddy perez just happens to be the opposite of that. it's the perfet combo

warnings: some explicit language, underage drinking, and allusions to smut

pairings: maddy perez x fem!reader

mediocre author's note: hey guys! this request has been sitting in my inbox for over a year now...i apologize dearly lol! but it's out now and i hope you enjoy. slowly, but surely getting through all of these requests so please be patient with me. love you all!

Whispers bounced off the lockers and classrooms in East Highland High School. Ever since Maddy Perez finally and officially moved on from Nate Jacobs, rumors have been spreading about who has captivated her heart.

“Y/N, are you going to the party tonight?” Lexi asked you as you put your books in your locker.

A laugh interrupted your answer, “Y/N? Go to a party?” Kat said as she continued to laugh, “Lexi, you’re one of the smartest people I know, but that was such a dumb question,”

“Ha ha, very funny, but as a matter of fact, I am going to the party tonight,” you answered, shutting the locker behind you.

“Oh my gosh, is Hell freezing over?” Kat continued to tease and you rolled your eyes playfully, “If Hell is freezing over does that mean we can finally meet your new boyfriend Maddy?”

“Yeah, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell us! We’re your best friends!” Cassie added on as all of you made your way towards the parking lot.

Maddy just shrugged with a small smirk on her face, “It’s fun keeping you all on your toes, besides, keeping it a secret makes the sex a lot hotter,” she whispered the last sentence, shooting the group a wink, “Bye girls! I’ll see you tonight!”

As you part ways with the other girls, you pull your phone out of your pocket: Kat and Cassie are going to lose their minds because of you.

You watched as the three dots quickly popped up without missing a beat: And? They can keep thinking all they want, it’ll make the reveal even better.

Very true. You replied before quickly typing up another text, You think the sex is hotter because we keep it a secret?

Our sex is always hot, baby ; ) I’ll see you at midnight xxx A warm flush appeared on your face at the simple words, as you started your car to begin your drive home.

You and Maddy had been dating for about four months now. What started out as a drunk hookup turned into something way more.

It was different than Maddy expected. Her expectations for relationships and love in general were washed down the drain after her toxic cycle with Nate. She always believed that she wasn’t built for a normal relationship. She always thought that she had to fight and argue for a relationship to be exciting.

That wasn’t the case with you. Maddy tried to pick a fight with you once, but you quickly shut it down. You reassured her that she doesn’t have to prove that she is something she’s not. The Maddy you knew and were falling in love with was nothing like the girl who was dating Nate Jacobs. She was worried that it would bore her, but it didn’t. Your soft touches and reassuring words made her feel like she was falling in love with you over and over again.

You were pulled out of your homework when your phone buzzed: I’m outside xxx

Quietly, you tiptoed out of your room and downstairs to the backdoor, making sure to keep it unlocked so you can sneak back in after. Maddy was leaning against the passenger door as her headlights were off, causing her already dark car to seem much darker.

“Is that the Maddy Perez wearing a plain white t-shirt?” you asked, smirking as she smiled at your words.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into her, humming in response, “I love this tight little skirt you’re wearing baby,” she said before moving to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous. I am debating if I should keep you all to myself tonight,”

You bit your lip, lifting her chin up so your eyes could meet, “That would ruin the fun tonight, don’t you think? How about we make our little appearance and then you can take me home and we’ll have our own fun?”

“Deal,” she whispered, nipping at the sweet spot on your neck.

Maddy opened the door for you before quickly getting into her seat to drive to McKay’s. She rested her hand on your thigh, as she drove down the suburban streets.

Her gaze lingering on your skirt or your tight crop top. The red light illuminated on the two of you as she came to a stop. You leaned over the middle console, guiding her face to look at you. Your lips brushing over hers as you spoke, “Keep your wild eyes on the road,” Maddy let out a groan as you fell back onto the passenger seat.

“Has anyone seen Maddy? I know she loves to be fashionably late, but she’s even later than usual,” Kat asked.

“Y/N’s not here yet either,” Lexi added on.

You smirked to yourself as you heard them talk, “Sorry I’m late guys, I was doing homework and completely lost track of time,”

“We were starting to think that you would pull a no show again,” Kat added on with a smirk lingering her face before her jaw dropped, “Is that Maddy?”

“In a plain white t-shirt?” Cassie chimed up equally as shocked as the brunette.

“Oh wow. I mean I’ve seen her wear my shirts before, but this is so fucking hot,” you winked at all of them before making your way towards your girlfriend.

Maddy smirked at you before wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips finally meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You tugged her closer to you before smiling into it.

“Y/N and Maddy?” Cassie breathed out.

“No fucking way,” Kat whispered.

Lexi rolled her eyes at the two, “You guys really had no idea? It was obvious,”

You and Maddy finally pulled away as you approached your friends. Cassie and Kat still needed time to pick their jaws up from off the floor, “What happened, Kat? Close your mouth, sweetheart, you’ll catch flies,” you finally tease the girl back.

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?” Kat admitted, “Y/N! You’re one of those good girls that everyone always talks about. You’re with Maddy Perez?!”

“Am I not a good girl, Kat?” Maddy faked pouted.

You chuckle, kissing her cheek softly, “Trust me Kat, Maddy is a very good girl,” you wink at her and everyone in the circle gags jokingly except for Maddy who just tightens her hand around your waist, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your neck. “Plus, you know what they say every good girl has a thing for the bad guy.”

#maddy perez x reader #maddy perez imagines #euphoria imagines

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s0lam33y · 4 months

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Chapter 5: Earned It

summary: you can finally speak to Shuri but while you’re just sorting things out with her, it seems like a friend of yours’s love life just might be unraveling.

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7: 01 AM

Back in College, you had talking stages, and flings, and you had stopped for a while throughout medical school. You just hadn’t had the time, you only had one serious relationship. One that broke down after three months. It seems like the same thing has happened with Shuri.

You refuse to be the other woman and after she came over four days ago, you had told her to get it together.

You woke up this morning to a text from her that you’re currently glaring at as you walk down the hall towards Riri’s room. Her room is full of posters, photos of her family, and a small desk full of files that she’s yet to get to. There’s a small speaker next to her, playing some music and her room is full of light due to her having pulled the curtains back the night before.

Roscoe lays on the small bean bag beside her, looking up at you like you’ve done something wrong.

You find Riri lying on her back and you think that maybe the dark spots across her stomach are shadows but you rub your eyes once and then a second time. Those dark spots are purple hue- with red undertones. They’re scattered all across and because of the boy shorts she has on you see them on her thighs too.

“Oh my God, Are those hickeys?” You question as you poke her awake. She’s disoriented once she wakes you and she looks down at where your eyes are trained and then back at you before groaning.

“Fuck off.” She sighs as she pulls her blanket to cover her entire body. Riri’s never been vocal about her love life at all. Ever since Medical school every single hookup as far as you know, she’s kept hidden until it’s been over. So now that you’ve finally caught her red-handed. you feel a sense of accomplishment.

“No fuckin’ way. Who are you fucking?” You gasp as you sit at the foot of her bed. She doesn’t even offer you a blink as she turns around to lay on her back, which doesn’t help once her hoodie rides up her body, revealing the dimples in her back and scratch marks scattered all over the skin there.

“Dude, who is it?” You laugh again as she pulls her clothing down.

“Y/N, fuck off” She sighs, breathing in through her nose. You don’t let up though, you continue to push and shove her until she’s finally fully awake. Sleep marks cover her face and everything makes sense, her constant leaving in the middle of the night, her short calls, her baggy clothing.

“Who is it?” You question while shaking her shoulders. She glares at you before yawning and sits up.

“I ain’t telling you my business…” She refuses as she crosses her arms, still ridden by sleep. Whoever she’s been with has been wearing her out. She’s been yawning in the mornings, half asleep whenever you hold a conversation, and sleeping way earlier than she usually does. You’ll find out even if she doesn’t tell you.

“I’m glad you’re getting something.” You grin. She raises an eyebrow before speaking.

“What? Udaku ain't putting it down?” She wonders while stretching her arms out.

“No, I wish but I think she has a girlfriend or a wife, I don’t care.” You sigh. It doesn’t sting as bad as you expect but damn you liked her. You watch Riri’s eyebrows knit together as she sits up.

“Fuck you mean by that?”

You look at your phone and hand Riri the phone so she can check out the text messages.

- Y/N I can explain. It’s not what you think it is.

Shuri

“She came over that one day that you were working overtime in the pit. We were hanging out, drinking a couple of beers, We made out, her phone rang and there was this woman on the line. She went home right after so yes, I think I’m her side piece.” You grumble. Just thinking about it makes you sick. Riri hands you your phone back and leans back on her elbows.

“Ion know, Y/N. Ion think you the side, She probably doesn’t talk to too many women, She always working. Respond to her texts, we gon have to see her at work anyway.” Riri replies which shocks you. You expect her to agree with you and if anything wanting to cuss the surgeon out. But she might be right.

“Yeah, maybe.”

11: 01 AM

You’ve completed your rounds and now all that’s left is some paperwork. You’ve somehow avoided Shuri all day despite itching to see her again. You feel bad with the way things left off not only that you’ve been ignoring her for the past four days. You step out of the elevator, the same one she was in you with not too long ago only to find her speaking to an intern. She’s leaned back against a nurse station, her eyes cast away from the figure before her and hands stuffed in her lab coat. You watch a woman speaking to her, with long brown hair and a chiseled jaw. She’s pretty, dressed in a lab coat and slacks paired with a blouse. Shuri doesn’t look like she’s making any advances, hell if anything she looks awkward as hell.

“I’m not sure…Maybe she’s somewhere nearby.” You hear Shuri say, her voice unusually chirpy. Her eyes shift up like she always knew you were standing there. Her eyes soften almost immediately and you know that you can’t ignore her all the time. You’ll have to talk to her at some point anyway whether it’s to approve something or to verify a chart so you approach her after the woman walks away, her heels clicking and clacking as she does. Shuri’s eyes aren’t steady, nearly resembling a kid left alone at the supermarket before she meets your gaze. You smell strong perfume from the woman who had just been standing in your place.

“I don’t want to make things awkward, I just, I don’t know if you have another person or something, I just needed to figure it out and If you do I would’ve appreciated it if you had told me beforehand.” You blurt before she has the chance to speak. A small smile graces her face, she looks amused like a kid that got into a jar of cookies.

“Y/N, I’m not seeing anyone. It was a family friend that I’d been…ignoring for some time. I was shocked when she picked up, it’s a long story-”

“That you’ll tell me at some point.”

“I swear, I will. I’ll tell you now if you don’t believe me, it’s just a lot to unpack,” She admits and by the way she pauses to take a deep breath, it has to be heavy. But you want to know more about her, you want more of the night you had not too long ago.

“We can have a re-do.” You suggest, almost chuckling at the way you sound. Her eyes glimmer with something that you don’t know just yet.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Her pager goes off and she glances at it before speaking.

“Maybe respond to my texts so we can plan that,” She quips before walking away.

5: 23 PM

Pulling 10-hour shifts has never been your thing but your necessities won’t pay themselves and luckily you only have an hour or so. You’ve been in Shuri’s office for the last 45 minutes or so, it’s been as professional as it gets while you discuss a future operation. But it’s you and Shuri. You can’t really be professional, can you?

She always teased you for having a staring issue but if she thought it was bad it’s much worse now. Luckily, you aren’t close since you sitting across from her desk but she looks good. She looks the same way she always does, with navy scrubs and a lab coat but it’s been a long time since you’ve been able to stop and admire her. She’s leaned back in her seat, legs spread and her elbows resting on the arms of the chair. One of her hands grips a stress ball, squeezing it.

“I think it’s a good plan, Y/N, are you with me?” She questions but that isn’t what pulls you out of your thoughts, a harsh knock on her door does. She sits up straight and so do you while adjusting to look at the door.

Dr. Vision walks through the door, her silky hair pulled into a high ponytail. There’s no easygoing on her smile, instead, a stone-faced expression replaces it. She crosses her arms with gentle bags settling beneath her brown eyes.

“Did you see her?” Vision questions, pacing back and forth like you aren’t even in the room. You look back at Shuri, whose eyes are on the concerned trauma surgeon.

“Yeah, she asked where you were and all I said was that you may be nearby.” Shuri shrugs. The woman she was talking to earlier before you approached her. You don’t know her but you remember her glossy lips and strong perfume. It smelled expensive like samples from a Gucci collection that you aren’t the biggest fan of.

“Oh my God…Then she’s still here, she has to be.” Vivian panics while rubbing her neck.

“Who?” You ask out of pure confusion.

“My ex-wife, It’s a long story, She left me ‘cause I work too often—I don’t have time to explain, I need to get her the hell out of here.” Vivian murmurs, more to herself than you or Shuri. You had no idea she was previously married, nor would you have expected that but you wonder why Riri never mentioned it. Again, She’s never been one to meddle in other people’s business.

“Why are you so worried? Deal with her, You have bigger and better things to do with your time. She came back because she knew you’d panic, You can’t let that get to you, Vision.” Shuri says from behind her. There’s bluntness packed in her tone but you’re aware that she has good intentions.

“Right, I know it’s just irritating.” And with that, she’s out the door.

6:20 PM

Truth be told, You were hoping to be able to hold back with Shuri. You told yourself that if you ever forgave her for the stunt she pulled she’d have to earn her way back. But she’s too much fun to be around. Too charismatic. So much so that she’s decided to walk you to you car.

“You should let me scrub in,” You suggest as both of you walk towards the elevator. She has a new case that every intern wants including her favorite one. She smirks as her tattooed hand clutches the strap of her leather messenger bag. She cocks her head to the side like she needs much thought. You’ve noticed that she just might be as whipped as you are.

“That would be favoritism and I don’t think the other interns would appreciate that now would they?” She asks as the elevator dings open. You find Riri standing in the back of it, dressed in her usual baggy clothing and a hand stuffed into her pocket. Her resting face isn’t the most approaching but she looks absolutely pissed off.

“Hey, Ri.” You say while offering her a smile. You haven’t seen her all day and she usually has some sort of joke to crack but she doesn’t not once. You feel Shuri’s eyes on you before you both turn around to face the elevator door.

It dings again and this time Vivian steps in. You swear the energy shifts in the elevator once the woman that Shuri was speaking to earlier steps in as well. The ex-wife, you’re assuming. You do your best not to make it obvious when you slowly turn your head to look at Riri. You can practically feel her eyes boring into the couple and it surely doesn’t help when their fingers interlock. Shuri shifts on her feet, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion at the action.

The elevator finally fucking stops and you release a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding. Vivian and the mystery wife are the first ones to move to the side to let you and Shuri out, Riri quickly following. Vivian opens her mouth and you watch her force her own mouth shut when she and Riri lock eyes.

Riri doesn’t say bye to you and you choose not to take it seriously. She needs space when she’s pissed off and by the looks of it, She’s pissed off. The last thing you want is to feel the effects of it.

“I’ll see you, Udaku.” Vivian breathes out with an awkward smile. Her confidence and slyness seem to be gone.

“Mhm;” Shuri hums in response. She seemed rather caring earlier and the coldness you see with other colleagues is back. There’s too much tension in the air, so you wait until you’re both outside of the hospital to speak.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, finally being able to hold her hand. Her face softens at your touch.

“Nothing, I’ll explain when we get to my place.”

“Oh, so that’s where we going?”

“Are you complaining?”

You can move slow some other time, She’s earned her spot back.

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Promise

Warnings: alcohol, therapy with a psychologist, self-pity, bad mood

Words: 2823

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Hour after hour passed, day after day, week after week. He didn't even realize when almost an entire month flew before his eyes. Almost a month when he last saw Marg and talked to her.

He wasn't doing very well. He was sleeping badly, eating badly... Even work wasn't going well for him, but he was going to work. He didn't want to sit at home. He didn't give up like the previous time he betrayed her. Now he was trying to be stronger, but...

- Colin! Why do I smell alcohol from you again?! - Mare pulled over and stopped the car halfway to the place they were just about to search.

Colin looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. He lowered his head, looking at his hands.

- I don't know...

- What do you mean you don't know?! Is this about Marg? - she said a little softly.

- Yes... - he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

- I know you screwed something up, but I don't know all the details. You know I don't like to gossip. I know everyone around me is talking about it, but I haven't been focusing on it.

- I don't think I'm really coping...

- How often do you drink?

- Usually only in the evenings... after work… - he finally dared to look at her.

- At home or in a bar? - Mare wanted to know every detail.

- The bar and the house. Does it matter? - he raised his eyebrows.

- How much do you drink a day?

- Mare... I really... okay… beer... about four... hmm... - he sighed again - I also drink whiskey... three glasses... usually... - he whispered.

- Oh fucking Christ, Colin! You have a fucking problem! How long have you been drinking like this?! - Mare shouted at him again.

- Hmm... about a month... - he looked out the window, he didn't want to look at her anymore. Perfectly aware that in this way he shows that he is weak.

- Today you will meet with my psychologist. If not... I will inform our chief that you can no longer work with us. You will probably return to your previous workplace. Unless you are fired - she threatened him with her finger - yes... this is a threat and a warning at the same time, Colin! - Mare started the car again - let’s go back to work!

Colin looked at her with terrified eyes. Talking to a psychologist was the worst solution to this problem. He was afraid of psychologists. The only plus was that it wouldn't be their police psychologist. At least his problem would remain a secret... for a while.

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It was time to meet with a psychologist. Colin's thoughts were racing in his head and he felt sick. He felt dizzy. He sat in the waiting area outside the office and felt like he was about to throw up. He quickly walked over to the water dispenser and poured a full cup. He drank it all. He was breathing heavily while leaning his back against the wall.

- Mr. Zabel? - the psychologist lady looked out of the office to invite another patient inside.

- It's me, here I am… - Colin said nervously, pushing away from the wall. He pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped his sweaty forehead with it. He followed her into the office.

- Please sit on the couch and relax. You can also lie down. As you are more comfortable - she sat down opposite him in an armchair.

Colin looked at her confused. Finally, he sat down on the couch. He tried to calm himself down. "I can do it, I can do it," he repeated in his mind.

- Now that you are comfortably seated. Let me start by saying that my patient Mare, has arranged for you to see me, because she is worried about you - she corrected the glasses on her nose and opened her notebook.

- Yes? I think so... I guess so… - he replied uncertainly.

- What is your problem that someone has started to worry about you, Mr. Zabel? - she clicked a pen to start taking notes.

At this sound Colin jumped up slightly on the couch. He was so focused on his thoughts that such a sound had a bad effect on him.

- I...

- Please do not be afraid. Everything we talk about here will stay just between us. I want to help you. Please, allow me to do so.

Colin silently nodded slightly in confirmation.

- Hmm... I... have been drinking too much lately - he focused his attention on his fingers.

- Can I know why?

- I can't cope with private problems. Too much going on at one time - he sighed deeply and forced himself to look at her.

- I understand. What's the problem? - she began to write something in her notebook.

- My girlfriend is pregnant, I mean fiancée... it's almost two months and... - he slightly raised himself on the couch trying to see what she was writing down - What are you writing there?

- Please sit down and don't look. These are my private notes, which will make it easier for me to understand you. But I can't show them to you - she pressed the notebook to her chest so he couldn't look.

- Aha… - he furrowed his forehead and sat down on the couch again. He reached for the water decanter and poured water.

- In that case, please tell me why you are not coping with the fact that you will soon be a father? - she put a pen to her lips, looking at him and waiting for an answer.

Colin noticed this and focused his gaze on her lips.

- Sir? Mr. Zabel? - she snapped her fingers in front of his eyes.

- Oh, sorry - he swallowed his saliva loudly - well... hmm... why? It's just that I've always been used to the freedom in life to... it scares me that I can't afford this child. I can't afford to get married. I can't afford a bigger house. I'm not even ready to tell my mother that she's going to become a grandmother - he said it quickly and wasn't sure she understood everything.

She stared at him for a moment before speaking again.

- Hmm... Mr. Zabel... it's really... hmm... to be honest you are not the only man in this world who has such a problem. Everyone tries to deal with it differently. Some escape into sports, others into work... and still others into alcohol - she shook her head with dissatisfaction - you chose the worst solution. And you know it very well.

He looked at his hands again. He drew in air loudly and let it out through his mouth.

- Yes, that's right... this... I wish I could stop drinking. Or rather, I would like to be able to deal with problems differently.

- I see that you are an athletic man. How about the gym? Do you go to the gym? - she raised an eyebrow with curiosity.

- No... I don't have time for that. I usually run in the morning and sometimes do a workout at home. I get home very late. I don't have time to go to the gym.

- I understand... maybe sometimes... I have an idea. Maybe you will start keeping a diary. You will describe in it all the things you are afraid of and can't cope with. Then you'll read it and start thinking about whether it makes sense and whether you can do something about it - she noted something in her notebook - I think it's a good idea. I don't want you to come to me without meaning to. I know that you can cope with the current situation. Everyone struggles with this. Not only men. Believe me. When too much happens in our lives at one time, you can go crazy. A person starts having doubts and thinking too much - she got up from her chair and walked to her desk. She reached for her business card and handed it to Colin - please, take this and use it only when you really can't handle your thoughts - she smiled at him.

Colin took the business card from her and looked at it silently.

- Please also promise me that you will stop drinking. You are a young and handsome man. Please don't waste your life over such foolishness as alcohol. You may lose your family and your job. I'm sure you don't want that.

He got up from the couch and sighed.

- You calmed me down a bit. I mean you didn't calm me down. You made me realize that I have a chance to somehow cope with such big changes in my life - he extended his hand to her to thank her.

- I believe in you. And believe me, women really don't like it when they smell alcohol from a man - she also extended her hand to him.

They shook hands while smiling gently at each other. Colin nodded his head confirming that her words had reached him.

- How much do I owe? - he reached into his pocket for his wallet.

- No... no. Please, put it back. I don't want anything from you. This was a meeting on the basis of getting to know you and your thoughts. Mare asked me to simply unlock you... unlock your thoughts. You were locked up - she smiled - you were only here for half an hour and I can already see that you are more relaxed. That was the plan for this meeting - she went to the door to open it for him - please take care of yourself and don't do stupid things. Because through foolishness you can lose the trust of everyone around you.

- You are right. I'm going to the store to buy a notebook and I'll write down my thoughts, or at least I'll try - he left the office - thank you and goodbye, or rather, I hope not to see you again.

- Goodbye, Mr. Zabel - she closed the door behind him.

He left the building and headed toward the store. He went inside and moved toward the stationery aisle. He selected a notebook and paid for it.

He was about to order a cab to go home when a restaurant caught his eye. He glanced at his watch.

- It's only 8 p.m. Last drink. I'm done with it tomorrow. Definitely - he moved towards the restaurant.

He went inside and sat down at the bar. Next to him on the countertop he put a notebook and his phone on it.

- What can I get you? - asked the bartender.

- Whiskey, thanks - he pulled a few bills from his wallet, placed them on the bar and moved them toward the bartender.

The bartender handed him a glass of amber liquid. He reached for it and looked at its contents.

- One last time - he said to himself and took a sip.

Colin didn't just drink one glass...he drank three. He was barely sitting on the bar stool. Lately, such an amount doesn't affect him so badly. The bartender refused to pour him another shot of alcohol.

He leaned his elbows on the countertop and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply and slowly. Suddenly he felt a touch on his shoulder. It was light and gentle. He wasn't sure if he thought it was delusion or if it was really happening.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. He felt like he was dreaming.

Marg was here with Roby. They had come to the restaurant for dinner. They were about to sit down at a table when Marg noticed Colin sitting at the bar. He didn't look good. He looked drunk and sad. He was alone. She walked up to him and touched his arm.

- Colin? Baby? What are you doing here? Are you all right? - she sat down next to him, waiting for an answer.

He looked at her with misty eyes. The fact that she was here and approached him as if nothing had happened between them really amazed him.

He rubbed his eyes to sober up slightly. But it didn't help much. Alcohol was raging through his veins. He tried to look at her with the most sober expression he could get right now.

- I just... just had to have a drink - he said slightly confused. Not wanting to go into the details of his mental state right now.

She looked at him with sad eyes.

- You know very well that you shouldn't drink - she grabbed his hand and squeezed it - Were you at work today?

He really didn't expect her to show him any affection now. He had the impression that she had been more frigid towards him at first, but now she was actually nice. But that touch… It was almost as if she had already missed him. Or maybe it just seemed that way to him. It was impossible for things to go back to normal.

- Yes, I was working today... - he said, nodding slightly.

She smiled slightly at him. But in truth, she was sad to see Colin in such a state. She thought he was over it.

- Colin? I have a request. Could you order a cab and go home? Tomorrow morning you have to get up for work. Please don't drink. That doesn't help at all, and only makes things worse. You will feel bad. Believe me. And remember, I didn't leave you, we just have a small crisis. Everything will be fine. I love you...

- But… - he fell silent for a moment.

He was really surprised to hear these words. And the fact that she was still worried about him was also nice. He felt that maybe the situation really wasn't as hopeless as he thought it was.

- Okay, I'll do it... - he was even able to smile a little more after she said those tender words. She was right, he needed sleep, but he knew he would definitely wake up with a hangover.

- In that case, I'll see you at work tomorrow. I've been to the doctor today, he gave me permission to work because I feel better - she kissed him on the cheek - shall we have lunch together tomorrow during the break at work? - she whispered in his ear.

He smiled and felt warm at heart. He really liked the idea. He missed her so much. But he didn't want to show it to her.

- I would like to have lunch together tomorrow, yes... it would be nice to talk to you again... - he said in a slightly trembling voice.

- Great. I'm really happy. Okay, well I'm going back to my friend. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you - she kissed him on the lips and laughed like an excited teenager - Oh, you taste like a whiskey, bleh, but I love you anyway! - she laughed again and walked away towards the table where her friend was sitting.

- I love you too...

He watched her walk away without even bothering to finish his drink. He was actually quite pleased that she came up and talked to him. But that kiss on the lips? She could have given him a kiss on the cheek, then he wouldn't have gotten so hot. He undid a few buttons of his shirt at the neck and loosened his tie more. He drew in the air deeply.

Marg noticed that Colin was watching her and smiled at her. She waved him off and sent him a kiss. She was pleased with this chance encounter. She had not seen him for almost a month.

Colin reached for the phone and ordered a cab. After a moment, he got up from the bar stool, put on his coat and headed for the exit. He deliberately walked past her table and touched her shoulder, smiling. He staggered slightly because of the alcohol he had consumed, but she believed he would be fine tomorrow.

He went outside and looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. He felt more confident as he walked past her table. He tried to take his steps correctly, but it didn't quite work out.

- You are pathetic, Zabel! - he shouted toward the sky and laughed.

One part of his body wanted to stay there with her, but the other longed to be back home to start getting ready for tomorrow. He needed to sober up.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Another Lie || CL16 {2}

Warnings: Angst, unhealthy relationship, drugs and alcohol WC: 2.7k

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Below your feet shone the lights of the city you called home. The plethora of colours dancing on the horizon promised an unforgettable night, or one you wished you could remember. But you wouldn’t be joining them tonight.

The red glow of the cigarette burning in your fingers was the only light up here at the peak of Tête de Chien. In the daytime this track would be full of people but at midnight it had been abandoned to the moon and the stars.

The light crunch of gravel beneath feet alerted you to his approach and a soft sigh broke the silence at the lookout. “Busy?”

“What are you doing here?” You flicked the ash off the cigarette before taking another drag, not even bothering to look his way. “Oh, and happy birthday, Charles.”

“It’s not like you to turn down an invitation to a party,” he commented as he took a seat on the stone wall beside you. “Can you put that out?”

“If you don’t like it you can just leave,” you offered, taking another puff before blowing a smoke ring at him. “And stop tracking my fucking phone.”

He plucked the cigarette from your fingers and stubbed it out. “What else am I going to do when you don’t answer my calls?”

“Accept that maybe I don’t want to talk to you?” You opened your handbag to grab another smoke but he was quicker and tossed the entire box off the ledge. “Asshole.”

“They’re bad for your health.”

You snorted and finally turned to face him, the lights of the city reflecting in his eyes. “That’s rich coming from you.”

The lights danced as he rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny the truth and he jutted his head to the track he walked through. “I didn’t see your car in the parking lot.”

You smiled darkly and his eyes narrowed at the sight, knowing he wouldn’t like what came next. “I caught a ride with some guys, but don’t worry none of them were handsome Monégasques - so I was safe.”

“Like fuck you were. What the hell were you thinking?”

Your head fell back with a laugh. “You don’t want to know what goes through my head. Your mother called, again. When are you going to tell her? It’s been four months.”

Charles shrugged and leaned back on his elbows as he scanned the city he loved so much.

This peak would always hold a special place in your heart. It had been where he first asked you to be his girlfriend and it had been where he first told you he loved you. It was also where you had found him after his father died and that was when he had begun to change. You both had.

Even without him, this was where you ran to, when the high rises of the city seemed to smother you and you needed to be in reach of the heavens.

“I don’t want to disappoint her,” Charles finally admitted, his fingers busy fidgeting with the rings he wore. “We’re having a family dinner tomorrow, you should be there.”

“I’m not your family, I’m not even your girlfriend.”

“You’re my…” He fell silent as chewed his lip while trying to think of a word suitable and you waited to hear what he settled on. Would it be fuck buddy, first love or friend? “Everything.”

“That’s just another lie you tell yourself.” You reached over and pulled his collar away to see the purple marks on his neck before slapping it back in place. “If it were true, I wouldn’t see that shit.”

“She didn’t mean anything, I can’t even remember her name.” He straightened his collar and rolled his eyes before mumbling. “Wouldn’t have even happened if you had come to my party.”

An unpleasant sound growled in your throat as you jumped off the wall and started making your way back down the path. Anger fueled you as you stormed along the winding track in the dark, the moonlight barely enough to see your footings before Charles caught up using his phone as a torch.

“Slow down or you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Good thing you’re here then,” you replied sarcastically before ignoring him and breaking into a run instead. Your laugh trickled back to him as you heard his insult but he was predictable as ever, quickly following in your footsteps. You couldn’t help teasing him when he caught up. “That hero complex is going to get you hurt.”

“No, that’s just you.”

The arrival at the carpark came faster than you expected and it wasn’t hard to spot his Pista looking lonely under the stars. He opened your door and you saw a garment bag on the seat, a pair of heels in the footwell. “You can get dressed on the way.”

“You went into my apartment.” It shouldn’t have surprised you when you regularly woke to the door being unlocked and his keys being tossed on your table because he couldn’t be bothered driving the extra ten minutes to his place. You had even changed the locks but somehow he had managed to get the key for that too. After that you had given up.

“Technically, it’s still in my name.”

You felt his eyes on your skin as you undressed but you refused to look his way. If you saw the desire they held you wouldn’t be able to resist reaching over and feeling just how much he wanted you. He was a bad habit you were trying to break.

Needing cool air to chase away the heat on your skin, you hit the button for the roof and watched it disappear from overhead. Charles smiled as you looked up at the stars and, knowing how much you loved to feel the car purr, put it in gear and tore out of the parking lot until you screamed with elation. You didn’t even feel the cold despite the short dress that barely covered your body and Charles shouted at you to get down when you rose to your feet, holding the windshield to feel the full force of the wind lashing your face.

“I’m flying, Jack,” you screamed as you opened your arms.

“Get the fuck down,” Charles growled as he grabbed your arm and tugged you roughly back into the seat. “Put your fucking seatbelt on too.”

You pouted as you buckled up and it silenced the warning beep. “I just wanted to know what freedom felt like.”

The exclusive night club was full of Charles’ friends but it was only his brothers who had even noticed his disappearance. They hadn’t even questioned him about it once they noticed you making a beeline to the bar.

“So he managed to track you down then,” Pierre commented as he saddled up beside you while waiting for his drink.

“You sound as happy about the news as me.” The regular bartender lined up four shot glasses and automatically filled them with tequila before you even had to ask. Almost immediately you slapped Pierre’s hand away when he reached for one. “Get your own, I need these more than you.”

The first shot burned your throat but the next three went down smoothly and Pierre shook his head as he watched on with a sigh. “I’ll try to talk to him again, but not tonight.“

You both turned to look for Charles and found him at the edge of the dance floor with his arm around a woman as she swayed her hips against him. Hurt stabbed your heart and anger burned your belly as Pierre gave you a look of pity before you turned away.

Waving a hand to get the bartender’s attention, you leaned over and cupped your hand around your lips to whisper. “You got anything stronger behind the bar tonight?”

He winked and shouted to his coworker that he was taking a quick break before nodding his head to the staff only door. If Pierre had an opinion he kept it to himself and instead took his drink back to where his girlfriend was dancing.

“Thought you were going clean,” he said as he pulled a small bag of powder from his bag.

You pulled some cash you had tucked in your bra before leaving your bag in Charles’ car and handed it over. “Things change.”

No one even noticed you weave your way through the club to the bathrooms and lock yourself in a stall. No one noticed how the strobe lights caught the tear that rolled down your cheek or how your fist that was wrapped around the bag trembled with rage.

You needed an escape and this was the only option you felt you had.

The white powder dusted the top of your hand as you sprinkled it in a line and you stared at it a moment before cursing Charles. You wanted to rid him from your thoughts but he was a worm burrowing his way deeper and the drug promised oblivion, if only for a while.

Your eyes watered as the powder shot up your nostril with a quick intake and you leaned back against the cold metal partition waiting for the coke to hit your system. All thought began to recede from your mind until what remained was just a body numb to emotion.

A lazy smile graced your face as you tucked the bag into your bra and left the bathroom to enjoy the high. The music now called to you and the lights came alive as you reached for them, your hands dancing above your head as your hips moved to the beat.

A pair of hands found their place on your waist and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know who they belonged to. You would recognise him anywhere, from the rings that adorned each hand you placed yours over to his cologne that envelope you to the way he breathed across your skin before his lips followed.

“I thought I was going to have to come find you again,” he spoke into your ear before kissing your neck. Your soft sigh was lost to the music but he seemed to sense it anyway and turned you in his arms.

There was no space left between your bodies as he held you close and your arms draped around his neck. “I hate that you can do that.”

“Liar,” he chuckled, the woody scent of whiskey on his breath. If was sober he would have noticed you were high the moment he looked you in the eyes. “You could’ve changed your password.”

“You’re right,” you murmured as you unlocked your phone. “It’s about time.”

“Woah,” he gasped as he swiped your phone out of your hand, his eyes widening when he saw the settings to Find My iPhone open. “Don’t do that, I was joking.”

“Well I’m not, it’s been four months since we broke up, Charles. It’s time for you to move on, I am.”

“No, you’re not,” he laughed as his hands travelled down to your ass, the alcohol making him more touchy than he usually would be in a public setting. “We have been over this, angel. You’re mine, and you’ll always be mine.”

“I saw you dancing with that girl, Charles. And you can call her yours, or any other woman, because you're done having me.” You squirmed in his embrace but you couldn’t break free of it. “Just let me go, please, Charles. I’m begging you.”

“I can’t!” He dropped his hands and instead gripped your shoulders tightly and you winced at his strength. “You’re the last good thing I have, you hear me? Dad’s gone, Jules is gone, my career is practically fucked at this point, but I still have you.”

You stared at his collar, knowing what lay hidden underneath it and the spite you had buried resurfaced before you could stop it. You weren’t even able to understand what he was confessing, you were blinded by anger. “Maybe it’s a good thing they’re gone, so they don’t have to see what an asshole you’ve become.”

The club seemed to fall silent as the blood in your head rushed past your ears and Charles’ hands slipped from your body to hang limp at his sides. Regret slapped you and you stumbled back as you covered your mouth, shaking your head. “I’m sorry,” you murmured but he couldn’t hear you over the music. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t follow as you walked out of the club in a daze. Never, ever had you said such a terrible thing, not in all the fights and screaming matches on the worst of night.

Your high quickly became a low as you hit the fresh air out in the street and bent in half with a sob. Your stomach cramped with nausea and your entire body was wracked with shivers as your mind raced a million miles an hour, retracing every word you had spat at each other knowing nothing came close to hurting as much as what you just said.

Numb, that’s what you needed to be. Cold, unfeeling, carefree.

You pulled out the little bag but before you could open it it was slapped away, the powder blowing away on the breeze.

“No. You don’t get to escape,” Charles growled as he took your hand and started dragging you towards the car park. “You’re going sit and fucking listen.”

He trapped you between the car door and his body so the only option was to climb into the passenger seat before he shut it and walked around. You hated that even now with his unpredictable moods you still felt safe and trusted him to know he was in control as he started the engine.

“I know I’m an asshole, I know I’m controlling. But I need to know you’re safe. Because one day I’ll be back in the right state of mind to love you how you deserve.” He combed his fingers through his hair as a frustrated growl escaped his lips before he put the car in gear. “Don’t you see? That’s why I had to leave, I couldn’t be around you, I can’t be around you without making things worse. But I can’t live without you.”

He sighed as his knuckles turned white where he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “You were right and I’m sorry. This is not how my father raised me, but I’m going to change. I swear to you, this isn’t another lie.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and tried to settle the butterflies that exploded in your stomach. “How can I trust you again? You’ve already fucked some stranger tonight.”

“I didn’t fuck her, or anyone,” he said sincerely. “I’ll hook up with them and fool around, but the thought of anyone that isn’t you in my bed makes me sick.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you asked as he pulled into your apartment garage and parked beside your car.

“No, I just thought maybe since I’m a year older I could try to be a little wiser and start telling you the truth.”

“The truth,” you echoed with a laugh. “Alright then, what was your birthday wish?”

“If I say it then it won’t be granted,” he said as the car idled and you nudged him to hurry up. “Fine…I wished I could come home…to you.”

Of all the things he could have said that wasn’t something you would have guessed. But it wasn’t what he said, it was how he said it. The reservation in his tone, the hesitancy. The fear. He was afraid, but you weren’t sure if it was because of the fear of rejection or humiliation that was behind it.

All you knew was that in that moment was that the version of the man sitting beside was the reason you had forgiven the one who was manipulative and controlling. This man beside you was a remnant of the man who held your heart.

You would give anything to have that man back.

You reached across the console and pressed the key button, the silence deafening as the roar of the engine cut out. He watched expectantly as you opened the car door and whispered, “Come home, Charles.”

Click here for the final part.

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The Sorcerer & The Demon

Warning !

Fluff ; Comfort ; Mentions of Physical Affection ; Mentions of Anxiety, Frustration, Desperation ; Mentions of Marking ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Okay (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ last part as I promised ! Thank you for the Reblogs and Likes (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Also decided to post this on Shu's birthday since I don't think I got the chance to write anything for his b-day (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠), anyways,

Happy Birthday my Beloved Sorcerer, Shu Yamino (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

<- Part II ||

➶◜◝➴

How long has it been?

It's dark, and cold. Again.

You should've bought the Shikigamis with you, it would've made them find you much quicker.

But what if they couldn't find you? What if they decided to let you be here? All alone inside this kidnapper's household.

Dark thoughts slowly flooding in, you were just started to live with them for like for 2 months.

They've taken care of you ever since your first meeting, it was nice. It made you feel alive again. You missed their voice now, there's not a day goes without hearing their voice. Vox's flirty remarks, Shu's identic smile.

Why do you miss them so much? You've only been with them for 2 months, it is still a short span of time. At least that's what you thought. You slowly pull your knees up to your chest, slowly hugging it as you close your eyes, silently praying for them to save you.

. . .

"It has been a week Shu, is there no sign of them yet?" The Demon asked, a week is way too long for comfort. They're getting more anxious each second pass by, Shu who Constantly not taking any rest trying to find you, sending his shikigamis out to trace your essence.

"I am trying Vox, I know it has been a week, I haven't go take a rest ever since their disappearance. I am trying my best here Vox" Shu replied, sounded a bit desperate also frustrated, Vox could only glare down at the tatami floor under him. Not because he's mad at The Sorcerer he's mad at himself not being able to go out find you.

"Then, Let me, go find them, Shu." Vox finally voiced out his suggestion, Shu looked up at him, he frowned for a moment. Before letting out a sigh, "Okay, ..I let you go out from my range, but return before the sunset tomorrow." He ordered, and then right after he said that, the magic golden chains that's wrapped around his wrists and ankles breaks into pieces. "But, if I have found their whereabouts, I am catching up to you." he continued as he look at The Demon.

Vox kneeled before Shu, summoning his katana, "I shall now take my departure, I will return soon." With that Vox disappeared, leaving only a mist behind.

Shu sighed once more as he ran his fingers through his bangs, he's not going to rest, definitely not, he's still going to find you, at least, your essence to know where you are.

. . .

One, two, three, four, .. hours have passed ever since Vox's departure, one of the Shikigamis he sent out returned in a hurry, bringing the expected good news.

"Good job, now lead Vox and I to where they are."

Shu stood up and walked away, the moment he stepped out of the room, he teleported away. Only leaving behind bits of his purple pink fire behind.

"We're going to find you."

. . .

Does your life story really ends here? Do you really have no choice? You're now chained up. Nowhere to go now. You're stuck here.

The kidnapper is not a human, it is a yokai, there's no way you can fight them, you're just a human, if you decided to fight them, you're definitely digging your own grave.

The sliding door that slowly opened up awakened you back to reality, you look up at the door. Seeing the Yokai smiling down at you, they coo as they approached you. "There There.. Do you know who you're living together with?" The Yokai whispered at you as they crouched down in front of you, "The Mysterious, yet Strongest Sorcerer. And The last Akuma blood line, now turned into the strongest Demon." They explained as they stared at you no emotions. Eyes empty, void of life.

"And Seeing you living with those two so casually, when you're just a mere human? Do you know how many Yokais out there want to be friended those two?" You shook your head as you stared back into the Yokai's dead eyes, "There are thousands, yet here you are. A mere human manage to catch their attention and live together with them even." The Yokai grabbed your face so aggressively that you let out a whine from it, "L-Let go!" You struggled as you tried to push their hands away, only for them to tighten their grip.

"Know your place Hum-"

"Hands off."

A familiar low voice rings through your ear, your eyes widen up at the voice, "V-Vox!" He let out a chuckle as he heard you calling his name. "I'm sorry little human, It took us this long to find you.." he apologized as he walk up to the Yokai and You, his golden eyes glows as he approached you.

The Yokai who was so confident now shaking in fear, facing Vox Shaking as he kneeled down to the floor, their forehead are on the floor. You look down at the Yokai in front of you, then up at Vox. His eyes staring down at the Yokai before him, and then you felt something tugging at your arm behind you.

It was the Shikigamis, it took a bit while before they manage to release you free. "Go out little human, Shu is outside waiting for you" The Demon said and glances at you, a smile slowly appeared, "Don't look back and just keep walking." He said as he saw you slowly standing up, slowly walking pass him.

Oh how shocked you were when you saw the footstep coming from the door leaded to Vox's, and the moment you stepped out, you saw Shu burning the last dead body. His face looked so gloomy. But it soon disappeared and his violet eyes glows slightly when he sees you, "You're okay-!" He said as you both walk up to each other.

The Sorcerer reach out his hand to your cheek, gently rubbing his gloved thumb along your cheek, his eyes soften up, "I'm sorry it took us a whole week for us to find you.." he whispered. He sounded so regretful, disappointed.

"I'm glad we manage to find you, seeing you still in one piece. If not.." Shu stopped he then pulled his hand away, leaving you hanging, "Oh look at you two, being all sweet and stuff without me" Vox said as he swing his katana to the side with a bit of force to let the blood off from his katana.

Vox sheathed his katana as he walk up to you and Shu, Vox's hand soon reach out to you placing his hand at the left side of your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheek. "I'm glad you're okay." He sounded so soft, you blinked slowly as you look up at him. And then Vox pulled his hand away, smiling towards you "Let's go home now shall we?"

. . .

"I believe we need to do something about you.." Shu said as he frowned a bit, thinking of something.

You, Vox and Shu are in Shu's room, thinking of a way about how to prevent the uneventful things to happen in the future. "Well, There is, a way.." Shu whispered, bit his voice are a bit hesitant. "And that is?" You asked him, but the way Shu glances at Vox, making Vox frowned too.

"Are you sure it's the only way?" Vox asked, knowing what Shu meant, "Do you have any other ways?" Shu asked, they both continue discussing leaving you completely clueless at the discussion.

After awhile, both of them then looked at you, "Let us hold your hands" Shu requested as both him and Vox extended their hands to you. You tilt your head a bit confused, but you reached out both of your hands anyway.

The both of them held your hand gently, and the moment they leaned their faces close to your palms your eyes widen up. The next second you felt both of their lips on your palms, your body shivered a bit at the sensation.

After a few seconds, they both leaned away and gently rub their thumbs along your palms. They then released your hand, you look down to see what did they do.

There was nothing at first, but then slowly red markings started to appeared on your palms. You look back up at them, "Personal marking of protection for our Little human" Vox replied as he smiled at you, then the smile slowly turn into a smirk. "Or you could say that it is a marking of ownership-" he teased making your face went hot, The Demon let out a chuckle when he sees your reaction.

"But it is something to let other Yokais know, you belong to someone.. or certain, .. people" Shu said, whispering the last part as he closed his eyes, clearing out his throat before letting outa soft chuckle.

You look down on your palms once more, oh, now where did you see that mark again?

You frowned for a bit, slightly tilting your head. But then it clicked, you shot your head up and see the same exact mark on Shu and Vox's foreheads. "..no wonder it looks familiar" you said as you then look back down at your palms.

"Don't worry, little human. You're now safe. We will not let anything. Bad happened to you." ...

Ever since they put the marks on your palms, no Yokais dared to approach you, whenever they see you they'll back away from you, with a bit of intimidated look on their faces.

. . .

That was 5 years ago, your encounter with the two men have changed your life entirely, they're now your lovers. You've decided to gave up your life as a Shikigami, now living an eternal life. Together with the two.

Waking up from the sound of birds chirping at the window, you slowly opened your eyes, you tilt your head down slightly to see a glimpse of a familiar raven haired male snuggled to your chest. A soft breathing behind you, you then look over your shoulder to see Vox's face. Sleeping peacefully behind you as he draped over his arms over your waist and Shu's arms.

Oh right, last night these two were drinking.

"Shu.. Vox.. wake up.." you gently pat Shu's head and then Vox's, making the two shifted in their sleep a bit before slowly opening their eyes. Shu slightly looking up at you, kissing your collarbone, humming in Satisfaction, "Good morning.." he whispered.

Vox at the other hand started kissing your shoulders, "..Morning to both of you.." he greeted you and Shu, "Is your head okay?" You asked them both, Shu went quiet, "..It is hurting quite bad" Vox replied as he snuggled his face at your shoulder. "Indulge me will you, hm?" He said as his hands started roaming on your body under the futon. "..I could just make this headache gone, but I don't think my mind will let me register the magic" Shu said and let out a chuckle.

"Come on, let's get up, I'll cook up some soup for you two" You said as you tried to get up from the futon, only for you to be pulled back down again, Vox who was laying on the futon now are on his sides, resting his head on his palms, while Shu at the other hand are snuggling into you from the side. "..Is this how we're going to start our day?"

"Hahah, come on now, it's still early anyway.. you can cook us the soup later, love"

"Yeah.. my head is throbbing, let me at least hug you a bit longer"

Both of them didn't let you go, you're stuck in between them, you could only sigh lovingly as you rise both of your hands and gently pat their faces. "Fine, just a bit longer okay?"

"Thank you my dear, Love you"

".. Mm, Love you.."

You're so glad that you can spend the rest of your life with them, you let out a small chuckle, "Love you too"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There ! That is all for The Sorcerer or The Demon fic ! I hope you enjoyed this, fufu~

Also I'm sorry, this have been sitting in my drafts ever since i uploaded the second part.. so I still have that, color exaggeration.. I'm sorry

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

… did you really think i was going to end bentley’s story so soon? i couldn’t abandon my boy! head over to the table of contents above for the lovely summary, otherwise, enjoy this cute little intro chapter

part one

❝ MIRACLE WORKER ❞

MONDAY — JULY 27 — 5:56PM

“DON’T GET FRUSTRATED. Try again,”

Bentley pulled himself off the black mats in the training room of the Batcave with a small huff. He was going to be woefully sore tomorrow.

Damian was standing in front of him, and Dick was behind him, near the wall. They’d been sparring for nearly an hour. Bentley thought he was finally getting good at the self defense techniques Dick had been teaching him. (Mixed Martial Arts is what he’d called it.) After all, he’d been training with him for almost six months now. He’d even taken Dick down a couple of times (he wasn’t sure if they were real or not — Dick went pretty easy on him.), but when pitted against the now twelve-year-old assassin who had more combat experience than nearly every living adult, he felt like a kitten picking a fight with a lion.

“You’re trying so hard to catch him telegraphing that you’re not focusing on your own movements. You have to find the right balance of observation and action,” Dick explained from behind, and Bentley could hear him pacing, his voice moving from one ear to the other. “You know your opponent, and you know he adapts to his foes. He can read you like a book. You need to be able to do that, too. Try again.”

Bentley took a breath. He thought he’d been good at paying attention to people’s movements, their mannerisms before, thanks to his father. But now it seemed nearly impossible. Trying to catch the slightest of shifts in Damian’s weight, the flick of his eye, the subtlest twitch of an anticipating fingertip. His movements were so fluid and calculated that Bentley hardly had a millisecond to respond, let alone counter them.

For a moment, they stood there in their fighting positions, and then Damian struck like some kind of cobra. Bentley was just fast enough to block one, two, three, four different strikes to his head before Damian landed a kick to his chest that sent him stumbling backwards. Dick grabbed him by the arms before he could fall and nudged him back toward the assassin.

“Watch his whole body. If you’re too busy blocking his arms you’re not going to be aware of his legs.”

He was trying. He really was trying. Damian was small, he didn’t even have that much body to watch. Even though Bentley had grown in his months with the Wayne’s, (nine months and twenty-seven days, actually.) Damian was still tracking about an inch and a half taller than him, maybe even two, now, and it made Bentley feel even tinier than he already was. (He was going to be eleven in a couple months, and he was still wearing clothes made for nine-year-olds. But hey, he was in a seven-year-old’s size last year, so he’d take it.)

He felt like he was having to block at the speed of light. He blocked four strikes and two kicks in a matter of seconds.

“If you stay on the defensive too long you’re going to wear yourself out. Strike back!”

Bentley blocked another hit to the head and managed to catch Damian’s arm just in time land a kick to his chest.

“Yes! Good job,”

Damian responded by capturing Bentley’s arm, locking their legs, and flipping him over his own body onto the mat with a thwack.

Bentley just laid there for a moment, breathing heavily and reveling in the slight coolness of the mat.

“I like fighting Dick better,” He muttered, staring up at the lights on the ceiling. Both Damian and Dick drifted into his vision, standing over him. They looked oddly similar in their training clothes.

“Of course you do; I am far superior in hand-to-hand combat,” Damian stated simply, holding a hand down toward him. Bentley took it and pulled himself out of the floor.

“Hey,” Dick whined with a frown.

Damian continued, ignoring his brother’s protests: “-Which is required for proper training — if someone is trying to kidnap or maim him, they are not going to go easy on him because he’s, quote-on-quote, cute, like you do.”

“I didn’t say that!” Dick argued, crossing his arms.

“Oh, sorry. Small and cute,”

Bentley snickered at Dick when he kept on grumbling, drifting over to a long bench that was attached to the wall to grab his water bottle from on top of it.

“Whatever, whatever. You did a good job today, kiddo,” Dick continued, making his way across the room just to ruffle Bentley’s hair.

Bentley took a sip of water and shrugged, briefly ducking his head away from the contact. “I spent most of it on the mat.”

Dick shrugged. “Yeah, but so did all of us, at first.”

Bentley saw Damian roll his eyes in his peripheral. “I did not.”

“Not everybody was raised by assassins, you little gremlin. I’m sure you spent time on the mat when you were younger,” Dick said, turning back toward Damian.

The twelve-year-old eyed both him and Bentley. “No I didn’t. Going down easily only earned punishment.”

Dick didn’t say anything else, but he did reach over and ruffle Damian’s hair, much to the assassin’s distaste.

Bentley wondered if the League of Assassin’s idea of punishment had been similar to his father’s.

“Oh, Bentley, B said he wanted to see you upstairs when we were done,” Dick said suddenly, changing the subject and attempting to change the mood. He made his way to the bench and grabbed his phone off of it.

“Oh, Okay,” Bentley replied, eager to change the mood as well.

He’d been getting better. At a lot of things, like carrying conversations, and asking for stuff, and not being so awkward. He was able to (sometimes) push away the parts of his mind that still told him he was a traitor, that if he made one wrong move they’d hate him. He was falling into a routine of normalcy. Different from the last one he was in, with the assurance of pain and fear, but a new one where he was just… living.

But he still had anxiety, and there was one certain thing coming up in a week that made it buzz under his skin like no other:

School.

Actual, real school. Not just computers and books like his father had made him read, but school with other kids and teachers and classrooms.

Gotham Academy, to be exact, the same private school that both Damian and Duke attended. They’d talked about it extensively. Bruce had offered up homeschooling in many different ways, or hiring a personal teacher to have one-on-one classes with him at the Manor, but Bentley chose Gotham Academy. Which he might have been starting to regret just a little, because the only other kid his age he (sort of) knew how to communicate with was Damian. But, now that he knew they were superheroes and he was allowed to talk about it with them, he wasn’t even sure the way he communicated with Damian would cut it at a real school.

But he assumed he needed it. He couldn’t just spend the rest of his life in Wayne Manor (No matter how badly he wanted to.), and what better crowd to start with than kids his own age, right?

Well, that’s what he told himself as the days passed faster and school drew nearer.

Damian and Dick stayed in the training room as he drifted into the other parts of the Batcave. Past the life-size dinosaur and giant Joker playing card, only sending a glance toward Tim, who seemed to be hibernating in the chair at the Batcomputer. (Bentley was sure he’d been there for a couple days now, at least.) There were three empty coffee cups and a pile of papers sprawled across the massive desk, and he seemed to be neck deep in some investigation or another.

He knew better than to bother Tim while he was working. He’d probably be nice to Bentley, but he didn’t really want to chance it. He’d nearly thrown a coffee cup at Jason two days prior for playing music too loudly while working on the Batmobile. (Not to mention that Tim had been benched from patrol for a while until a nasty bullet wound healed up, which only made him more irritable.)

So Bentley pushed himself up the stairs and into the elevator that led back up to the Manor.

He had to admit, though, life living with a houseful of superheroes was pretty awesome. Some nights he got to sit in the cave with Barbara at the Batcomputer and watch all of the vigilantes’ trackers move across Gotham. He found it insanely cool to listen to them over comms. They always went by their hero names on patrol, and he loved to listen to the way they planned for attacks and talked through dealing with each individual problem. (Even if it did get a little scary sometimes — like when Red Robin (Tim) had to call for urgent backup because he’d been shot about a week ago.)

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t kind of, at least a tiny bit, maybe one day want to be a superhero, too.

He was wondering if he’d be allowed to sit in on patrol again tonight as he drifted into the Manor from the door hidden in Bruce’s office. He made his way down the hall and into the entryway. The golden sunset was shining through the windows, turning the whole room a warm shade of gold, and Bruce was kneeling on the floor next to a big box, nicely dressed and pampered as always.

“Hey, Bentley!” He announced, pulling a pocketknife from his pocket and cutting the tape on top of the box. “Your backpack just came in.”

Bentley eyed the box, and after a few moments, determined that he could probably fit in it without bending his knees. “That looks… big.”

Bruce hummed. “Well, I ordered every color.”

Bentley snickered as he approached Bruce and the box. “We looked at the colors on your computer. I picked navy.”

“I know. But then I thought I should have some backups incase you didn’t like it when it came in,” He stated, unfolding the flaps to reveal a row of nicely packaged, multicolored backpacks. Twelve of them, to be exact. Red, brown, orange, yellow, black, green, blue, white, navy blue, army green, a rusty orange, and grey. “So, here we are.”

Bentley chuckled. “Thank you. But I still like the navy one.”

“That’s good. You just… have options. If you want to switch it up. Damian and Duke probably need new ones anyways,” He trailed off, folding the box closed again.

“Dick said you needed me when I came up,”

Bruce clapped his hands together. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I got you something else, since you’re about to start school. C’mere.”

Bruce rose from the floor and left the box at the door, heading back toward his office. Bentley followed behind warily.

“I know you need to go take a shower, so I won’t take forever,” He explained as he made his way into the room and to his desk, pulling a drawer open. “I think it’s very important that you’re able to stay in contact with us while you’re at school. So I went ahead and got you a phone, like Damian’s.”

He pulled a small box out of the drawer and set it on the desk, pushing it over toward Bentley, who stared at it.

Phones were a lot of money. (And Bruce Wayne was a millionaire, but Bentley’s brain didn’t seem to catch up enough for that.)

“…Are you sure?” He murmured, glaring at the little box like it had insulted him.

“Positive,” Bruce replied. “I’d like for you to have a way to stay connected with us without a teacher having to play monkey in the middle. Go ahead.”

Bentley eyeballed both Bruce and the box for a solid ten or twenty seconds before he made a move to touch it. The box was smooth under his fingers, and he pulled the top off to reveal a sleek, army green phone.

“Thank you, Bruce,”

“You don’t have to thank me, bud,” He reached over and ruffled his hair just like Dick did. “But, I was going to ask you to do something for me. You might be the only one in the house that can succeed.”

He glanced up at Bruce, whose blue eyes were shining. “Ask Tim to help you set it up; to get that poor kid away from the Batcomputer.”

A smile crept onto Bentley’s face, and he huffed out a laugh, closing the box and carefully dragging it into his hands. “I can do that.”

“Maybe you can even get him to ingest something other than coffee, while you’re at it. Or, like, sleep,”

Bentley snorted. “I’m not a miracle worker.”

Bentley smiled as Bruce’s chuckle floated out of the room behind him, heading upstairs for a well-deserved shower. He’d deal with Tim later.

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𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Pedro Pascal x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Fluff :)) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- RPF ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- None! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- Just when you and Pedro thought you could finally spend the evening together after being separated for too long, the power decides to run out, luckily your friend, Oscar Isaac is there to save you two.

“I MISSED YOU SO MUCH CARIÑO.” Smiled Pedro while plopping down onto the couch, snuggling into your side. “I missed you too Pedro.” You smiled before pulling Pedro in a passionate kiss.

Pedro immediately kissed back while you threw your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. “I want you closer.” Muttered Pedro against your lips while placing his hands on your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“Like this?” You smirked while pressing your forehead against Pedro’s. “Yes like this.” Breathed Pedro while stroking your cheek.

“I am so glad i’m back. You have no idea how much i’ve missed you baby.” Smiled Pedro while holding you close to him.

“I missed you too honey. Never, ever go away again for such a long period.” You said while giving Pedro a stern yet playful look. “I promise hermosa.” Smiled Pedro before kissing you again.

Tonight was the first time you and Pedro were together again after six long months. Pedro needed to fly to Europe to shoot a new film.

At first you didn’t think to much of it, thinking you would see your boyfriend again in a month or two, but two months turned into three and three turned into four, four turned into five and five turned into six whole months. That’s how long you’ve been without Pedro.

It was horrible. Every morning you woke up with an empty spot next to you and every night you went to bed with an empty spot next to you. It was absolutely killing you.

So now you were finally reunited with your lover, you were certain to make the best out of it, knowing it could be over in no time in case Pedro get’s cast for another role.

“What are you thinking about?” Asked Pedro with a slight chuckle. “About how lucky i am to finally have you back.” You smiled before kissing his lips briefly.

“I should be the lucky one.” Smiled Pedro while placing his head on your shoulder.

“I swear, next time you need to shoot a film or show, i’m coming with you.” You joked while running a hand through Pedro’s hair. “Perfect.” Pedro smirked proudly.

“Do you think i would make a good assis-“

You stopped talking when all the lights in your apartment went out, leaving you and Pedro in complete darkness.

“Shit!” Cursed Pedro while looking around. “Power probably ran out.” He sighed while gently placing you onto the couch before getting up from the couch.

“Again…” You groaned while resting your head on the back of the couch. “Again?” Asked Pedro while raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, since the beginning of summer the power keeps running out. I think it’s because of the heat.” You told Pedro while getting up as well.

“Great.” Sighed Pedro while reaching for his phone, turning on the flashlight function so the two of you had at least some light.

“Do you know where the fuse box is?” Asked Pedro while squinting his eyes slightly. “Yeah follow me.” You said while heading towards the hallway, Pedro immediately following after you.

Once you reached the fuse box, Pedro checked if he could turn the power back on, but somehow the fuse box wouldn’t work, which caused Pedro to throw out some curse words while throwing his head back in annoyance.

“Pedro baby, calm down.” You smiled softly while reaching for his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” Sighed Pedro while burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay. We just have to wait until tomorrow so we can call one of those guys who can fix it for us.” You told Pedro while stroking his back up and down.

“But tonight was supposed to be perfect.” Pedro mumbled in defeat. “It’s still perfect honey. I’m finally reunited with my boyfriend after six months!” You smiled while nudging Pedro’s shoulder.

“Yeah that’s true, but still. We can’t stay here for the night if we don’t have any power, we will melt here without the airco.” Pedro muttered while holding you close.

“Well, where will we go then?” You asked softly.

*bzzz bzzz bzzz bzzz*

“Shit that’s my phone.” Pedro said while quickly letting go of you so he could see who was calling him.

“It’s Oscar.” Pedro spoke before answering the call.

“Hey buddy how you doing?” Asked Oscar through the phone. “Well things wen’t pretty well until five minutes ago. The power ran out in our apartment.” Pedro sighed while leaning against the wall.

“Yeah i saw it on the news. It’s not just your apartment. It’s about every house and apartment in town. That’s why i’m calling. If you want, you two can come here. Elvira and the kids are gone for the week to visit family in Denmark, so there is enough room here.” Oscar offered.

“What is he saying?” You whispered at Pedro. Pedro took the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker so you could join the conversation.

“Hey Oscar.” You said while leaning against Pedro’s shoulder. “Hey girly.” Greeted Oscar through the phone. You knew that Oscar was smirking right now because of the new nickname he had for you.

“Real funny grumpy eagle.” You smiled proudly while looking at Pedro, giving him a high five.

“You know what, i regret calling you two. I’m just gonna hang up now.” Oscar said with a slight smirk, knowing he wouldn’t actually do that.

“No! Don’t hang up!” Pedro interrupted quickly, making you raise your eyebrows.

“Oscar just offered us to crash at his place for the night because the power ran out. Apparently it’s not just our apartment but every apartment in town.” Pedro explained for you.

“Then why does Oscar still have power?” You asked both Pedro and Oscar himself.

“I’m staying at the house in the hills. Apparently things are just fine there. So if you want, you can come over. Elvira and the kids are gone so there is enough room.” Oscar spoke while you and Pedro exchanged some looks.

“We will be there in an hour.” You and Pedro said at the same time before hanging up on Oscar.

“See you soon guys…” Sighed Oscar to the already broken connection.

“There you guys are!” Smiled Oscar while opening the door to greet you and Pedro.

“Hey Oscar, thank you for letting us sleep here.” You smiled while hugging him. “Yeah of course, no problem. Go make yourself comfortable inside.” Oscar smiled while watching how you entered his home.

“Hey there bud.” Smirked Pedro while opening his arms for his best friend he also hadn’t seen in six months.

“Hey there baby chicken.” Smiled Oscar while hugging Pedro. “I didn’t know i could say this, but i missed you man.” Pedro chuckled while patting Oscar’s back.

“I missed you too buddy. Come on let’s go inside.” Oscar smiled while guiding his friend into his home.

“Oscar this place is beautiful.” You smiled while looking through the big windows which overlooked the city.

“Thank you” smiled Oscar while walking over to the fridge. “Fancy a beer?” He asked you and Pedro.

“Yes please i could definitely use one.” Sighed Pedro while joining Oscar in the kitchen. “Yeah me too!” You smiled while joining the two men.

Soon enough, the three of you were sitting on the couch with beer and snacks while watching old movies which were playing on the tv.

“So must feel good to be back huh?” Asked Oscar while taking a sip from his beer. “Yeah it feels amazing. I really missed this. Especially my beautiful girlfriend here.” Pedro smiled while kissing your cheek.

“What about me?” Joked Oscar with a fake pout on his face. “Yeah yeah yeah i missed you as well.” Smirked Pedro while winking at Oscar.

“You guys are so weird.” You chuckled while reaching for a bowl filled with your favorite snacks. “What why?” Asked both Pedro and Oscar at the same time, making you laugh.

“You know what, never mind. Oscar, for how long are Elvira and the kids staying in Denmark?” You asked, changing the subject quickly, knowing how annoying Pedro and Oscar could be when they’d team up together.

“For another week. They are coming home next Friday.” Oscar smiled while getting comfortable on the chair he was sitting on.

“It must feel pretty good to have some quality time then.” Chuckled Pedro while leaning back into the couch.

“It is yeah. Especially without the kids. I mean don’t get me wrong, i love them with my whole heart. But they can be a bit difficult sometimes you know. So this, being alone feels pretty good yeah.” Oscar smiled.

“What about you? You’ve had your quality time for six months long with this big baby being gone.” Smirked Oscar while looking at Pedro who fake gasped to seem hurt.

“At first it was pretty nice. But after three months things started to feel lonely without Pedro. Luckily i had you, Elvira and the boys to spend some time with. Otherwise i would go insane i think.” You joked while Pedro pulled you closer to him, kissing your forehead in a way to tell you sorry even though being away for so long wasn’t his fault.

“Yeah the boys absolutely adore you after you’ve spend some time here. They keep asking about you.” Oscar laughed while taking a sip from his beer.

“Did you replace me with those boys while i was away?” Asked Pedro with an amused smile.

“Perhaps.” You smirked before placing a quick kiss on Pedro’s cheek. “Aawh so cute.” Smiled Oscar, knowing fully well it would piss you off.

“Shut up Oscar.” You smiled while Pedro was desperately nodding. “Yeah shut up Oscar.” He repeated before giving you a high five.

“You guys are pathetic.” Laughed Oscar while getting up from his chair. “Want another beer?” He asked you and Pedro while raising his empty beer bottle.

“Yes please.” You smiled while handing Oscar your empty bottle. Pedro did the same and together you watched how Oscar disappeared for a moment.

“Hey you know i love you right?” Asked Pedro while turning to you. “I love you too Pascal.” You smirked slightly while looking up at your beautiful boyfriend.

“You know you could’ve just told me about you feeling lonely right? Maybe i could have done something to make it a bit better you know.” Pedro spoke calmly while stroking your cheek.

“I know, i just…I didn’t want you to feel guilty about it because i knew you already did. And it really wasn’t so bad like i made it seem, i promise.” You smiled while kissing Pedro’s cheek.

“Ew get a room you two!” Oscar smirked while re-entering the living room with three bottles of beer.

“Oh shut up baby face.” You smiled while taking a bottle of beer out of Oscar’s hands.

“What? I don’t have a baby face.” Oscar said defensively while handing Pedro the other bottle of beer.

“You kinda do my friend…” Smirked Pedro while taking a long sip from his beer. “What?”

“It’s because you shaved your beard.” You pointed out while leaning back into the soft couch.

“Oh screw you guys!” Groaned Oscar while plopping down onto the chair he was sitting on before.

The three of you kept talking about all sort of things until it was about 3AM. By then, the three of you were pretty drunk, or well Pedro and Oscar were pretty drunk.

“No come on leave that poor plant alone. Come on.” You sighed while pulling Oscar away from the living room plant, trying to get him into his room so he could sleep.

“But the plant…” Cried Oscar while reaching out his hands in hopes he could reach the plant. “The plant will still be here tomorrow, come on baby face.” You sighed while throwing one of Oscar’s arms around your neck so you could easily guide him towards his room.

“Pedro come on!” You groaned while looking over your shoulder to see a tired looking Pedro walking down the hall.

“Why is walking so exhausting?” Asked Pedro while following after you. God they were drunk.

“I don’t know, probably because you’re drunk Pedro.” You sighed while opening the door to Oscar’s bedroom.

“Come on get in big guy.” You said while helping Oscar into the room. You helped Oscar getting closer to his bed before you pushed him forward, which led to Oscar falling face first into bed.

“Finally.” You sighed while wiping away some sweat off of your forehead. “Good night Oscar. Thanks for letting us stay here.” You smiled before leaving his room, closing the door behind you.

“Come on Pedro let’s get you to bed as well.” You smiled at your boyfriend who was currently sitting against a wall while holding his head in his hands.

“Come on baby.” You chuckled while helping Pedro get back to his feet. Carefully, you led Pedro to the guest room you two would be sleeping in tonight.

“We are almost there honey.” You smiled while entering the guest room. You pushed Pedro onto bed which caused him to giggle which he quickly stopped by putting his own hands over his mouth.

“You are lucky that you’re cute when you’re drunk.” You sighed while reaching for Pedro’s sweater, wanting to take it off so he could sleep better.

“What are you doing?” Smiled Pedro seductively while winking at you. “Ew gross.” You muttered while pulling Pedro’s sweater over his head.

“Are we going to have sex?” Asked Pedro quietly. “No we are not.” You sighed while reaching for Pedro’s pants.

“Are you sure darling?” Asked Pedro while looking down at his pants. “Yes i’m sure.” You sighed again.

You took Pedro’s pants off and neatly folded them before putting them on a chair which stood in the corner of the room.

You quickly took off your own clothes and also placed them on the chair before joining Pedro in bed.

“Hey girlfriend.” Smiled Pedro while pulling you closer to him. “You’re so drunk.” You muttered while laying your head on his chest.

“I’m not drunk.” Whispered Pedro in your ear. “Yeah of course.” You chuckled while closing your eyes.

“Go to sleep Pedro.” You told your boyfriend. “But i’m not tired yet.” Pedro pouted. “I really don’t care Pedro. It’s literally three in the morning!”

“Okay fine!” Pedro sighed in defeat. “We will talk in the morning okay?” You asked while looking up at Pedro. “Yeah okay.” Pedro smiled softly while placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m glad i’m back baby.”

“Me too.”

“Too bad that the power ran out at our place.”

“It really is Pedro.”

“Did you know that-“

“Pedro go to sleep!”

“Yes ma’am.”

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mcdonaldsfics · 10 months

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LATE NIGHT SNACK.

→ Nutritional facts﹕Sasha x Female Reader.

→ Ingredients﹕| Angst + Fluff. | After Sasha gets dumped whilst pregnant with Niccolo's baby it's up to Y/n to take care of her beloved best friend and roommate.

→ Allergen info﹕Mentions of shitty Niccolo, mentions of EMA only once, Sasha has a terrible family, slut-shaming, pregnant roommate Sasha, caring Y/n, thoughtful and smart Sasha, she's her usual hungry-self.

→ Pick-up for﹕@punkologist 's sapphic event. + Word count is around 1k.

→ Side note﹕This is my first fanfic please be nice, and English isn't my first language sorry for mistakes. Please enjoy!

It's been four months since your roommate has announced her pregnancy, you were bursting with excitement for her thrilled to see a new baby around the place.

You didn't mind much at all wholeheartedly, the two of you have a guest bedroom which was rarely ever used so Sasha politely discussed with you that she wanted to turn it into her baby's room to which you happily complied.

The first month of your roommate's pregnancy things were running smooth as marble floors, until one evening you had just came from work loudly strutting your heels your way into a colorful baby's clothing store faintly smiling as you snatched as much gender neutral looking shirts and pants that you could find from off the shelves.

Sasha had explained "I want to collect as much clothes as I can until I actually know what gender they are!" Although many people clamoured at her calling her obtuse for this choice, you'd harshly disagree with a shrug saying it's an intelligent decision mindlessly thinking your hand reached out for a pastel yellow dress that caught your eye.

Even though it was clearly something for a little girl, one dress couldn't hurt Sasha. That name rang in your ears, Sasha, almost as if thinking about her happened to summon her on your phone because out of nowhere your phone started to obnoxiously sing the annoying xylophone ringtone.

Quickly stabbing each airpod into your ear before you answered you finally swiped right to accept her call, strangely enough you could hear her having a near mental breakdown on the other end of the phone it wasn't impossible for you to imagine streams of tears crashing down her face, her face red from hours of crying, next to a box of half empty tissues.

You took a deep cold breath setting your shopping bags down heading to a small corner in the back of the girls section calmly asking Sasha "What's wrong?" Whilst she hiccupped a couple of times exhaling, and inhaling in an attempt to collect herself before speaking.

"Niccolo, he..." Sasha started with a painful shaky voice, yet continued on "He dumped me," somehow you were even able to sense the frown on her face, "Why?" You questioned.

"I dunno we were fine a couple of minutes ago until we got into an argument and he admitted to cheating on me, whilst being pregnant with his baby." Sasha crunched on a bag of crisps, basically eating her sorrows away, or was that just her usual being overly hungry? Either way a frown grew upon her face upset with her entire situation.

Sasha began to sob again half-whispering what she was about to say "He told me I wasn't attractive enough with my nose slightly swollen, and now that I'm not skinny anymore."

From that day on you swore to protect her plus provide the care and support she didn't have, given that you were all she had left in her life besides the rest of your friends such as Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, but her family refused to have anything to do with Sasha after she announced being pregnant slut shaming her in front of her siblings wailing that she brought dishonour upon the family for having a baby without marriage.

Except by providing you weren't expecting to be shaken up out of your sleep at three am, sweating like a pig in the hot dry summer air. "Y/n, Y/n, wake up please." Sasha pleaded, her arms rolling your body back and forth. "McDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" She asked patting down her grumpy tummy.

"Sash, it's 3 in the morning." You complain letting her know it's way too late to go outside in the unforgiving dark.

"And...?" Your roommate sassily responded popping her way to the door putting on her slippers whilst waiting for you to follow her there.

In which you only sighed "Let's go." Before grabbing your keys hopping in your car driving Sasha to her favourite restaurant happily nodding when she decided to talk your ear off the entire ride. You enjoyed listening to Sasha speak even if you swore your ear would be melted off by the time she was done.

Once you both was finally there you assisted her out of the car and held her hand walking into McDonald's. Allowing her to order everything off the menu knowing she has a baby who's probably driving her to be hungry too, Sasha got a few meals plus some desserts waiting to pick up whilst you sat somewhere to save her a table.

After what seemed like years Sasha skipped to where you were with a large tray of food packed in every inch of it; fries attempted to escape as well. Of course when she sat down she ate like she's been starving for four years starting with the double double McExtreme bbq bourbon egg taking a bite the size of a dinosaur's mouth.

Wiping the sides of her mouth from the bbq sauce Sasha noticed you weren't eating with her, she couldn't just eat in front of you so she decided to flip the tray horizontally moving a cup of fries, a burger, and strawberry tart on your side grabbing a fork stabbing the spongy cake with it "Here Y/n, eat it's really delicious!" Sasha proposed joyfully holding one hand under the fork so no crumbs would drop onto the freshly clean table.

You sighed, resting one hand on your cheek at the sweet offer pleased Sasha even thought about you and your hunger while carrying a child causing you to blurt out your feelings for her "Would this be a bad time to say I love you?"

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thedirtybeanlife · 1 year

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Troubled Youth

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x CPTSD!Reader

(Platonic Soap x Reader if you squint)

Warnings: fem reader, brief mention of injury, talk of childhood trauma, reader has cptsd episode, cursing, non-sexual nudity

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader has a CPTSD episode and Simon is there to ground her.

*Please do not read if you are easily triggered*

Stay safe and enjoy <3

Today had been possibly the longest day ever. Nothing had gone right, not even at work or on the drive home. I woke up late, spilled coffee on myself, forgot my report papers, had to get gas, and my ID badge at work wouldn't scan to let me into the building which made me an extra ten minutes late. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I had made it through the day with only a million more inconveniences before my boss let me leave early, clearly seeing I wasn't performing as well as usual. The drive home was filled with rush hour traffic and the inability to find a good song to listen to.

Pulling up to the driveway, a smile formed on my face as I saw the beat up Chevy pickup on the cracked pavement of our driveway. He's finally home. Simon had been sent out with the rest of our team somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, meaning no contact for three months. Not even letters sent by mail or a quick pay phone visit. It’d been hard. Harder not knowing when he was coming back. If he was coming back at all, really. It was always a hard thing to do, let him go off into the dangers of the world like that. At any second a bullet could speed right through him and Soap and John would be the ones in my driveway instead. I was also a member of Task Force-141, but due to an injury out on the field I was put on leave for four months, and having to hear that my boyfriend died from people who are like family to me was not something I ever wanted to experience.

Thankfully, today the world decided to cut me some slack and bring my boyfriend home. I let out a long sigh as I turned the key over in the ignition, killing the engine. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. After giving myself a look over in the visors mirror I got out of the car and locked it before approaching the front door. Just as I was about to reach up and turn the knob, the door swung open. In front of me was a grinning Simon who took one look at my face and immediately pulled me into his chest for a hug.

“Missed you so much, Love.” he whispered against the side of my head, his lips placing a few soft kisses to make sure I believed his words.

“Missed you too. Bad day.” I mumbled into his now crumpled shirt.

“Well, we can't have that, can we? Let’s get you inside. I’ll run you a bath and make us some tea after dinner and we can have a movie night.”

“No, I just want to sleep.” I whined, digging my head deeper into his chest.

His arms wrapped tighter around me as a chuckle reverberated through his chest, “Love, you need some food and a bath at least. It’ll make you feel better, promise. Then we can go to bed.”

For whatever reason his persistence was making me angry. I let out a huff and pulled away, bumping into his bulky frame to get through the doorway and walked over to our couch and threw myself onto it. I closed my eyes and started taking some deep breaths to help ground myself. Once again, I felt Simon come up in front of me.

“You're mad.” he stated simply, his voice sounding miles away as I could only think about how bad everything had gone today.

Not able to stop the intensity of the emotions I was feeling my head snapped up and I glared up at him, “Oh, I am? Wow, never would have guessed, Simon.” I rolled my eyes and went back to the position I was in, more anger radiating off me.

Seemingly taken off guard, having never seen me react like that before, he stayed quiet for a minute before trying again, “I just want to know what's got you feelin’ like this.”

“Bullshit! Nobody fucking cares about how I feel, Simon. I mean seriously, none of my family talks to me, I have no friends, I can't go back to my actual job for another month, and we’re away from each other for weeks at a time. I don't even know if you're alive half the time! It’s not fair.” I got up and went to walk away, but his words stopped me.

“I can't help it that we have important jobs, Y/N. It’s just how it is. We’ll work it out”. In hindsight, if I hadn't been so angry at the way today had gone, I probably would have heard the unbelievably apologetic tone in his voice, and never would have taken it the way I did.

“No, you know what? Fuck you Simon! You have no idea what it's like to have only one person in your life and you hardly get to see them because they're out in another country fighting some war the world doesn't even know about. I’m so scared everyday that Soap or Price are going to show up at our door or my office to give me your tags. I don't have anyone else in my life once your gone”, tears were now streaming down my face and I had managed to curl into myself on the couch and away from my boyfriend.

It was silent for a moment, but then he sighed loudly, which made me look up in fear as a response to how things would go in my childhood. I was met with the stone cold look on his face.

I showed emotion and I was going to pay for it.

That was the only thought running through my head as I looked into his eyes which looked more and more like my fathers by the second.

Simon was standing at his full height, my dads height, and staring down at me with such an intense gaze that it made my heart rate and breathing speed up. He took a step forward, and immediately I was overtaken with fear from the memories of my fathers wrath. Without a second thought, I looked up at him with fear and bolted off the couch and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and hiding in the shower. Shakily, I grabbed the lid to the tank of the toilet as a weapon in case I needed it. My breathing was quick and unsteady, nearly making me pass out, but that couldn't happen. I had to stay alert. I couldn't let the monster get me. Not again. Not after I had done everything I could to escape him.

My heart was beating in my ears and I felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage. My hands were shaking and the toilet lid kept slipping from how sweaty my palms had gotten. Cold chills were racking my body and the nausea refused to go away. I felt like I was suffocating.

A gentle, low, knock on the door made my head snap in its direction and raise my weapon even higher and more confident. I took a deep breath as I saw the knob slowly turn and the door be pushed open about an inch. A large black nail polish and ring covered hand pushed a journal and a goofy looking child's pen across the floor of the small bathroom. The door was slowly pulled closed, a quiet click sounding from the rings clacking against the metal knob.

That quiet click is what made me snap out of it. My father didn't wear rings or nail polish, this wasn't my childhood bathroom, and that was the man who I was never supposed to be scared of. The man I wasn’t scared of. I let out a shaky sob as I fell to the floor in realization of what just happened, and what I had said to Simon. I felt awful for even thinking like that. I took a few minutes to compose myself, blankly staring at my journal he had thoughtfully slid into the room. He knew me so well. More than I knew my self, honestly.

With a few more shaky deep breaths, I looked over at the door and called out, “Simon?” my voice was rough from the crying I had done throughout the day and the screaming on the ride home.

“Yes, Darling?” his voice was quiet hidden behind the door. I needed it beside me.

“Can you… You can come in now.” I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

I heard some shuffling before the door was opened. Simon slowly crept in, quiet as possible as he approached me. He crouched down to where I was sitting, toilet lid still tightly clutched in my hands with my knees to my chest.

“Why do you have the lid to our toilet, love?”

“It’s a weapon…”

“No weapons needed here. Can i have that to put back? I promise nobody is going to hurt you, Honey.”

Honey. I love when he calls me that.

Taking my silence as a yes, he delicately grabbed the cold, white porcelain from my hands and placed it on the ground next to him.

“Okay, good. Do you want to get out of the shower now?” his voice was soft, almost like he was talking to a small child. It was comforting. Safe. Very new as well.

I shook my head and started playing with the hem of my shirt as I tried to figure out what to say to him. My eyes shifted to meet his and it was quick to ease the buzzing in my ears. The familiarity of the way his nose was slightly crooked, and the way his lips always had a slight frown unless he was smiling or laughing. The stubble on his chin had grown since I last saw him, a beard now present on his face. How hadn't I noticed that earlier?

“I’m awful.” I whispered as I looked away, embarrassed by my reaction to him simply making a sound around me.

“No, we're not doing that. None of that, okay? I don't know what happened, or how today has gone for you, but I want you to listen to me. Nobody is mad at you, nobody is going to hurt you. I love you so, so, so much, and I want to help you. Please, Y/N, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel better. I’ll run you a bath and sit here with you. Then we can order some food. Maybe while we eat, we watch a movie, and you can tell me about how shitty today has been so you can turn your brain off and breathe. How’s that sound?"

Tears started welling in my eyes as he spoke. He was never good with words, but he had moments like these where he made my heart explode with the love I had for him.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I nodded with a small smile. He let out a breath of relief and his hands slowly came up to cup my face and wipe my tears away. I melted under his touch, sinking forward until my forehead met his shoulder. His arms moved to wrap around my body, making every bad thing from today disappear. He leaned back and sat fully on the floor, pulling my body from the glass shower into his lap. My arms wrapped around his torso as my nose breathed in the comfort of his scent.

“I’m sorry I said ‘fuck you’, and that you don't know what it's like to not have people. You definitely do. Also for making you think I was scared of you. I promise I’m not. You’re the only person I’m not scared of.” I mumbled into his burning hot skin, relishing in the way it heated up the side of my face.

He once again grabbed the sides of my face and carefully moved me to look up at him,” I know PTSD when I see it. Don’t apologize for something that you have no control over. I understand.” his eyes had a look in them that made me really believe his words.

“I love you.” I yawned, trying to muzzle into him more than I already was.

“I love you too, but that doesn't mean you're skipping out on dinner and a bath. So, up we go.” he was quick to tighten his grip on me and lift us both up off the bathroom floor.

“But I’m tired and shaky now.” I frowned up at him.

He leaned down to give me a small peck on my nose, “That’s why I do all the work and you just sit there and look pretty.” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small laugh which made his smirk turn into a large grin. He gave me another quick kiss on my lips before crouching back down to take off my socks and shoes. His thumb ran over the thin piece of tethered paracord wrapped around my ankle, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at the scar next to it.

“Soap that’s such a bad idea!” I laughed over the loud music.

“Oh, come on! We’re best friends now so we have to have friendship bracelets!” he laughed back just as hard.

Task Force 141 had just gone on an extremely difficult intel retrieval mission, all of us nearly dying towards the end of it. We were all at base safe thanks to Laswell calling in air support at just the right time when she noticed we hadn't checked in on comms as directed. Soap and I had gotten the worst of it, multiple bullet wounds and we had burns from being trapped in one of the burning buildings. We had quite a dramatic ‘my life is ending here's my dark secrets’ moment. Once we realized we weren't actually dying, we made an agreement to never speak of it again, shaking on it and working together to get out of the building with the help of the rest of our team on the other side.

Ever since then Soap and I have been joined at the hip. Even off base, much to Simon’s dismay. Soap knew about everything from my childhood. He was typically the person I went to when I felt like I was at a breaking point, knowing Simon shouldn't have to deal with my childhood trauma on top of his. Soap had begged me to tell my boyfriend, knowing he'd understand more than anyone, but I could never bring myself to do it.

“Your drunk ass is going to burn me.” I shook my head, a drunk smile plastered on my face.

Soap and I had gone to a bar a few blocks away from base, needing a drink after the shitshow of a mission Shepherd just sent us all on. The other three stayed back and worked on paperwork and ordered some food, telling us not to get too ‘dog pissed’, as Simon had put it. We were well into our sixth glass of alcohol by now, heavily intoxicated like we were instructed not to do.

“No I won’t! If I did, you’ve had worse so I know you'll be fine.” he joked, hinting at our earlier predicament.

I snorted at his drunk humor and stood up, placing a fifty on the counter and grabbing my jacket, “I hope the dollar tree is still open, asshat.” I stumbled past him and out into the night air, smiling up at the sky as I took in a breath.

Soap eventually stumbled his way out as well and we headed to the nearest dollar store to buy the materials we would need for our drunk sleepover activity. It took us about an hour to find everything we needed, the alcohol not helping us. The old cashier looked annoyed as she scanned our items and took Price’s stolen crumpled dollar bills, but it only made us laugh when we walked out of the store.

Using the least amount of stealth possible, we snuck into my room on base through the window to avoid the lectures from Price and Ghost, and of course the embarrassment from Gaz’s morning camera roll viewing. I managed to drop one of the bags, a pack of lighters, and Cheetos falling out of it. Soap laughed at me, making me throw the rest of the stuff at him, hitting him in the face with it.

“God you're an arse!”

“So are you!” I retaliated loudly, Soaps eyes widening as he realized how loud we were being.

We both made ourselves go silent before snorting and separating everything in piles that made sense to our intoxicated brains. It took us about thirty minutes to actually sit down and start measuring the rope around our ankles. Being less drunk than Soap, I was the one to use the knife to cut the paracord rope.

“If you burn me Johnny, God is the least of your worries.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” he looked up in fear.

I just smiled sweetly at him and motioned for him to continue. He nervously, and drunkenly, started burning the rope to make the pieces melted together and form a bond. In a matter of seconds, the flame met my ankle and burnt it, causing me to let out a small yelp and jerk it away from him. He looked up at me with fear in his eyes as my angry ones met his.

“Run.”

I quietly laughed as I recalled the memory,”Never trusting that fool again. Drunk or not.”

He stood back up, his fingers ghosting over my body until he reached the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His lips met my shoulder in a small kiss as his fingers reached around to unclasp my bra and let it fall over my arms and onto the floor with my shirt. Before Simon reached to unbuckle my pants he gave me one last look just to make sure I was okay with it. I smiled up at him, nodding my head slightly. He had never undressed me like this before. It was something I wanted to experience every time I showered from now on. The way his warm hands left goosebumps as they trailed down my bare skin and to the button of my pants. It was in no way sexual, but the feeling of the love that was radiating off of him was practically making me high.

He carefully pulled my pants and underwear down, lifting my feet from the floor one at a time to help me step out of them. After picking up my clothes and putting them in the hamper, he grabbed my robe from off the back of the door and held it up for me to step into, “I’ll start your bath, go pick out something to wear. Make sure it’s warm and comfo- what?”

He was cut off by my bottom lip jutting out and my eyes widening in disappointment,”But you always pick out the best stuff!” I pouted, fully giving into the treatment I was getting from him tonight.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” he teased, leaving the room for about a minute, coming back with clean pajamas and one of his hoodies.

I smiled at the thought of being able to wear it when he was done pampering me. Simon had me sit up on the counter while he prepared my bath, the temperature of the water and amount of bubble bath muscle memory by now. It took a few minutes, but when he was done and stood back, the steam rising in the air and the smell of lavender and vanilla was almost intoxicating and inviting as him. He reached his hand out for me to grab, which I did, using his arm to stabilize myself as as I stepped into the hot water. A long sigh of relief tore through my lips as I submerged the rest of my body, my eyes fluttering closed.

Seconds later, Simon's hand was dragging his fingers through my hair, using another to scoop water onto my hair to wet it. The way he moved his fingers through the strands of hair were a stark contrast to the way he used his hands on the field. It made it that much more domestic. Another thirty minutes was spent of Simon washing my hair and body before he had me get off and changed into the clothes he had picked out for me. He guided me out of the bathroom, hairbrush in hand as we walked down the hallway and into the living room. Calloused hands led my body to sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote to the tv, he pressed the power button and it turned on. A minute or two was spent of him scrolling through apps on the tv before he stopped on YouTube and opened it. Working at a pace only Simon could, he searched up Kipper and played the first full episode that popped up.

“Kipper? Why are we watching British Clifford at our age?” was all I asked, too baffled by his choice of entertainment.

Simon laughed, the sound warm and melodious. He set the remote down and attempted to run his fingers through my wet, tangled hair. My heart fluttered at the sound of it. It was rare getting to hear him let loose and laugh like that, especially when it was over something dumb I said. After his laughter died down he took a deep breath and looked down at me, lowering himself to place a kiss on my chapstick covered lips.

“It’s what I used to watch as a kid when things started gettin’ scary. Maybe it’ll help. Just watch fuckin’ British Clifford ‘n let me do your hair. Food will be here any minute.” he spoke, still chuckling at the phrase I used to describe his childhood tv show.

Simon and I had been dating for well over three years now, but with both of us struggling with forming relationships, we were only at the two month mark with our emotions. So hearing him confess something like this made my breath catch in my throat.

“Mine was F/S.” I mumbled, a large smile resting on my face as I watched the orange dog on the screen.

The rest of the evening was rather peaceful. Cartoons on the tv, stomachs full of cheap take out, and Simon refused to let go of me the entire time. He said it was to help me feel better, but I knew deep down he needed it just as much.

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 2 years

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Will you try? - Two

(Felix Volturi x reader)

After well over a year I finally wrote something to post again. I swear, I have so many ideas I’m just too lazy ahaha, anyway I hope you like it! This sorry will probably take a while to finish, but alle the parts have a kind off closed ending so it’s still satisfying to read if you know what I mean <3

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Masterlist

Description: After dealing with the Newborn Army in Washington, Felix comes home to you.

Warnings: Slight mentions of smut

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You’ve been living in the castle in Volterra for about four months now and Felix was away on a mission. At first he didn’t want to tell you what it was about, but after you got on his nerves enough he finally told you it was regarding the red headed vampire Victoria, who was after your cousin. Apparently she wanted to revenge her mate James that the Cullens killed after he bit and tried to kill Bella. And now Victoria was assembling a newborn army to kill the Cullens and your cousin. You were trying to wrap your head around how Bella managed to get herself into these situations for a long time now, since you were kids. But then again you were one to talk, living in a castle in Italy with your vampire mate. Maybe it was because you two were related.

You insisted on going with Felix, Demetri, Alec and Jane, but after a heated argument, Felix put his foot down and while you pouted, you backed down and stayed behind. So you lounged around in your shared room and binge watched a few shows, Heidi sometimes joining you when she wasn’t on duty. She was your closest friend in the castle, even though you had the feeling that Jane was slowly beginning to crack and warm up to you too, which got Felix speechless, as he’d known her for centuries and she still didn’t like him.

While you where watching (Y/F/S) for the nth time, your phone chimed. Hello my love, we just landed so I’ll be there in about an hour, can’t wait to see you, it read and immediately a smile lit up your face. You really missed him while he was gone, it’s crazy how it’s only been four months and you were head over heels in love with the giant vampire. Neither of you said the three words yet, but you knew it was because Felix wanted to give you time and not send you running for the hills. That’s great baby, I can’t wait! I missed you, you answered and threw the blanket off you.

It was already 8pm, but you still wanted to brush your teeth and look somewhat presentable when he arrived. That’s one thing you were always insecure about, vampires could see everything so very clear and detailed, every pore, pimple, hair. You were glad all the rooms in the castle were soundproofed, otherwise you’d probably had to go to the next restaurant to use the bathroom with the knowledge everyone in the castle could hear you otherwise. You were sure the vampires were happy about the soundproofed walls too, glad they didn’t have to hear each other all the time. Leaving the bathroom you sat back down on the couch and resumed your show, waiting for your mate to come back.

Half an hour later the door finally opened and an exhausted looking Felix stepped in, as far as vampires can look exhausted. You immediately jumped up from the couch, the blanket falling on the floor, and made your way over to him. “Hey”, you smiled and as soon as your eyes locked, a smile made its way on his face. “Il mio amore”, he replied and opened his arms for you to step into. Your face pressed to his sculpted chest, he embraced you and bent down slightly to put his cheek on your head.

“Are you alright?”, you asked, muffled by his chest. “Now that I’m back here with you, I am”, he answered making you giggle. “You can be so sappy”, you smiled and you could practically hear him grin. “You know, back in my times people called that romantic”, he lectured you with a laugh and pulled you to the couch with him. Before your butt could hit the cushion, he sped to the coatrack by the door and took off his coat, before sitting right next to you. Even though you’ve seen him do this a thousand times already, your heart still skipped a beat. “I`ll never get used to that”, you breathed holding your hand to your heart. “Don’t worry my love, I mean at the bottom line your body is made to react to a predator like that”, he grinned and - just to prove his point you felt - was leaning over you a second later with his hands on either side of your head, your back pushed into the pillows behind you. And to his satisfaction your heart sped up again.

“You’re an idiot”, you laughed, lacing you’re fingers behind his neck, his smile shifting from playful to genuine. “Is this idiot finally getting a kiss though?”, he asked and with a smile you leaned up towards him, but he was already leaning down to meet your lips. Even though his body temperature was considerably lower than yours, you never felt more comfortable and at home than in his arms, with his lips on yours. You’ve kissed people before, but no one could ever come even close to the way you felt when Felix held your cheek with one hand, while slowly deepening the kiss. He was always like this, the perfect gentleman, especially compared to the teenage boys you’ve had experience with before him. But with his tall, muscular frame propped up above you and his tongue starting to trace your lips, you’d be lying if you’d say you weren’t thinking about more inappropriate things he could be doing with his tongue.

But if you tried to bring up the idea of having sex again, you knew exactly what he would say. That he’s afraid he’d hurt you - or even worse, not being able to control his own strength, especially with him being even stronger than a normal vampire (as if that didn’t turn you on even more). This seemed to be a vampire thing in general though, considering Bella told you Edward was the exact same when you last talked to her over the phone. It was good to have someone kinda being able to relate, especially to everything you had to give up. But all of that didn’t mean you wanted it any less. And it also didn’t mean you could control getting turned on by the attractive vampire on top of you, making Felix groan deeply and pull away.

“Damn you smell so good, you’re making this really hard tesoro”, he breathed, his hands clutching the fabric of the couch tightly while you laid under him flushed and panting. Taking another breath in, he clenched his eyes shut and buried his face in your neck with a moan. “Maybe that’s the plan”, you laughed breathlessly, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck making him sigh. “You know we can’t”, he whispered against the sensitive skin of your neck, your body almost reacting instinctively, clutching your legs together a little more. You could feel his body stiffen immediately. “I know, I know, but…we haven’t even tried, have we? And you seem to be in control just fine when we make out, so-“, you tried once again to convince him, your hands gripping the front of his shirt. “Love, there’s a considerable difference between making out and having sex”, he said smirking while pulling away from your neck and looking at you with those red eyes that made your knees weak.

“Yeah, yeah I know that, but-“, you tried again, but he immediately interrupted you with a slightly tense look: “What do you mean you know?” “Just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I haven’t done anything before, we’re living in the twenty first century after all”, you said rolling your eyes at his possessive nature (trying to hide it also made you feel a certain way). This conversation wasn’t really going in the direction you wanted it to, because now he looked positively pissed off. You really did forget sometimes that his views and morals were from a different millennia, getting yourself in trouble once again. “Other men have…touched you before?”, he asked with a dangerously calm voice, his eyes narrowed on you. “Uhm…I wouldn’t say men, more like boys or someth…”, your voice chocking up under his fiery gaze, your hands slowly releasing his shirt while the hand on your hip tightened her grip. After staring at you for a few seconds with furrowed brows, seemingly thinking about something he finally opened his mouth: “Alright, we will try.”

You must’ve looked like a deer caught in the headlights, because he adds with a smirk: “Not today though, don’t worry amore.” Before you could muster up an answer he already claimed your lips again with a short, but passionate kiss before pulling back and leaving you breathless again. “If I’d known making you jealous would make it happen, I would have tried that months ago”, you giggled, beaming up at him with joy. “Don’t get your hopes up love, I can’t promise you anything”, he said with a serious look, shifting you both so that he was laying on his back with you on top, your head comfortably against his shoulder.

“I know, thank you for trying though baby”, you smiled, pressing a small kiss to his neck. He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing again slightly. “I really don’t like the idea of other men touching you”, he shared his feelings making you giggle slightly. “Don’t worry my love, since the day I met you I knew you’d be the only touching me from now on”, you promised smiling, feeling him relax underneath you. He pulled the blanket over both of you, knowing he’s cooling you down.

“(Y/N)”, he quietly said while pressing a kiss to your head. “Mhm?”, you hummed, your eyes closed, satisfied with having him back in your arms. “I love you”, he whispered, making your heart skip a beat. You immediately pushed yourself back up, looking into his eyes completely stunned. Considering he was such a strong and tall man, he looked kind off unsure right now waiting for your reaction. But you didn’t even have to think about it, a smile forming on your face. “I love you”, you whispered back. His face relaxed right away and he was pulling you down to meet your lips in another kiss, this one more soft and gentle than the others.

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A small explanation as to why (Y/N) didn’t say “I love you too”: I read somewhere, a long time, that when someone says “I love you too” it feels like they’re just like accepting or confirming what the first person said instead of really meaning that they love the other person and it kind off stuck with me.

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Before the Nightmare

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, adult themes, possible triggers, Summary: You are a sorceress and exorcist dreaming nightmares every night and at the end of every and each of them you end up in the Dreaming and you see him. One night after revealing himself to you he showed you his world and asked for your help. You haven't seen him for over a month after that, but now he is here in the Waking World. How do you spend the night preceding your encounter with a demon? Word count: 3.6k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors

Part one: Lost in the dream Part two: Back in the dream Part three: Through the Dreaming Part four: In the Waking World

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"Come. Witches can catch a cold." he offered you his arm and you accepted it with a small smile which you hoped he did not notice. You squeezed a bit closer to him to hide under an umbrella from the pouring rain.You felt so otherworldly, so unreal, as if you were walking through one of your dreams again. But this wasn't a dream, this was real life, and you were walking through the crowded, rainy streets holding the Dream King's arm. He was walking with his eyes fixed somewhere in the distance, a steady relaxed but confident pace, back straighten up, with his hand placed over his chest. He surpassed you by at least a head so even though you really wanted to you could not see his facial expression.

"I have a motel room booked just around the corner" you finally broke the silence. He did not reply anything just simply led you gently to your destination.

"I am no witch you know?" you attempted the conversation again.

"Why would you say that?" he asked without looking at you.

"It's got a bad ring to it. When people hear Witch they think about an old, ugly, deformed hag, with crooked teeth and horrible hair" you explained playfully.

"I do not think that," he moved his eyes from the distant point that he was fixing on and looked at you, "In my experience witches are beautiful and powerful beings spreading light and kindness, sometimes fear, wherever they appear. They are helping people around them even if people around them are fearful of them," he moved his eyes back to the distant point and you felt a barely detectable tension under your hand, "An old hag is not a description that would fit you."

You really badly wanted to change the tone of the conversation with some witty comment, but you didn't get a chance. You reached your destination point and were forced by circumstances to release Morpheus's arm.

He courteously held your bag up as you searched for your wallet to check into the room. Checking in unconsciously, you were glancing at him standing a few steps behind you, as if checking to see if he hadn't suddenly disappeared without a word. But Morpheus stood there, like an eerily statue, and, to your consternation, measured the receptionist with a not-so-friendly glance. You picked up your key and headed toward the room, he followed. The ground floor, a room at the very end in the corner, with a separate entrance in case you came back from work bloodied and beaten, was always your choice. Away from the prying eyes of other guests. You opened the door and entered a small room lit by dim lights.

"I do not recall inviting you in," you quipped upon seeing him entering the room after you.

Morpheus closed the door behind him and took up the space in the darkest corner of the room. With barely a light on him, all you could see was his pale face and shining starry eyes. It was eerie to look at him in this mundane setting.

"I can enter your every dream without you even knowing it, yet I need to be invited in?" he raised his eyebrow with amusement.

"Is that why I do not dream lately?" you asked "You took dreams away so I would not look for you?"

"No," the sound he made reminded you more of deep growl than any word, "I thought you would appreciate not dreaming for a while."

"You do that often huh?" hostility came out of nowhere, "You presume what people want."

"I am a Lord of Dream," he said like it would explain it all, "it is my duty and responsibility to provide people their dreams and nightmares," he added after seeing your eyes rolling with frustration.

"Alright then!" you leaned over the counter and folded your hands on your chest, "If that's true why did you give me nightmares for most of my adult life?! Why tournament me every fucking night with nightmares that would put any sane person in the Arkham Asylum!?" you looked at him daringly. You could see that he did not expect your hostile attitude, yet the way he looked made you think that he was concerned, even sad perhaps.

"Nightmares were supposed to help you heal and move on." his quiet and gruff voice brought chills to your spine.

That was not the answer you expected. Frankly, you did not expect that you will get an honest answer at all. You quickly composed yourself and turned away, focusing on finding some cups and coffee in the cabinets.

"You want coffee? you asked switching subjects "Do you even drink coffee?" sudden realization made you ask questions again, "Do you drink? Or eat?"

"I do enjoy food," his lips twitched slightly, "I do need it to live, but it is a pleasure that I do enjoy."

"I would take that as a yes then," you smiled and started preparing. Suddenly you felt the air around you shifitng making you aware of the fact that he moved himself to stand right behind your back.

"It is late Y/N, shouldn't you rest tonight," he stated calmly.

"I do not sleep before the job," you gave a quick answer, "This is why you're here, is it? Because of the job, you came to make sure that I won't fuck it up." you turned back to him and didn't give him a chance to answer, "I know how to do my fucking job you know? I do not need you here overseeing my work."

"It never stops amazing me how emotionally driven mortals are," he gave you the same concerned look again.

"So you are not here because of the job?!"

"Not exactly..."

"Wasn't that your raven that was following me for last month?!"

"Not always..."

"Oh, for fuck sake can you please, for the love of god, stop with these bulshit answers and give me something?!" you cried out and trough your hands in the air in the act of frustration, "Please?" you added more calmly.

"You made it sound like I had you spy on which is not true," he started, "Yes, I ordered my raven to check on you a few times, he can travel between Waking World and Dreaming freely. But not every raven that you see belongs to me." he continued.

"You didn't trust me that I will do what you've asked me to do," you interrupted him.

"No," a low growl came out from his lips, like from the depths of the universe itself, "That is not the reason."

"What was it then?" you were looking directly into his black eyes with your head raised, daring him, challenging even.

"I wanted to know if you are alright."

You did your hardest to keep your poker face while feeling your heart flutter slightly. Every single thing that happened over the course of the last few months was beyond comprehension, even for you, even for someone who had seen a fair amount of insane things in their lifetime. Yet the most unbelievable of them all was standing right in front of you, patiently tolerating your attitude. "Wanted..." you repeated in your thoughts, wanted, not needed. Why being of his magnitude wanted anything from you, you wondered.

"Why you do not sleep before the job?" he asked bringing your attention back to him.

"Don't you know?"

"I am not omniscient," he replied with a stern voice.

"It's because of the nightmares of course!" you sat down on the bed, leaned over the wall, and brought your keens up to your chest, "I know what kind of horror I will be part of tomorrow, I don't need to be distracted by my own thoughts," you explained.

"Mortals cannot live without sleep," he noted.

"You would be surprised," you replied with a half smile, "I can go 72 hours without sleep" you made it sound like an achievement, something to be proud of.

"That is not good for your body or mind I presume."

"But it is good for my sanity," you defended "please don't put me to sleep with whatever mojo you do! We are in my world now, not yours. My life, my rules!" you reached for the cup of coffee standing on the nightstand but your hand was stopped by his gentle hold on your wrist.

He sat down in the armchair next to the bed and placed his elbows on his knees. At that moment he seemed so humane to you, just a guy, definitely stuck in his emo/goth phase, the type who was constantly pondering the meaning of life and point of existence.

"You do not have to be afraid," depths of his voice was soothing to you.

"I am not afraid," you frowned your brows while tone of your voice made a distinct emphasis on the last word, "come on, you've seen my dreams, it isn't exactly a fairytale."

"No, it is not but...."

"You create them all right? How?" you cut him off "Do you know all lives of all people? How do you decide which dream to send to which person? How do you decide between a dream and a nightmare?"

"Every dream and every nightmare is my creation," he started explaining, "but it does not mean that I craft every and each of them with details tailored for the person that dreams it."

"I do not understand," you whispered.

"Dreams and nightmares can take shape and form based on the needs of the person that they serve to," he was patient and calm, "Your life, your needs, your desires, your fantasies, your fears...your memories, all of its shapes a dream, or a nightmare to take a form and serve its purpose."

"But you said that you know what I dream about..."

"When you dream it, not before that."

You got lost in your thoughts for a moment. All of it was way above your paygrade. You had so many questions, you needed an explanation for so many things, you wanted to ask him about everything that happened in his realm, you wanted so much at once but being true to yourself, you didn't even know where to start. It was like asking god about the meaning of life.

"Let me guide you through the Dreaming tonight," he spoke breaking the silence in the room.

"And you say that I am persistent," you huffed, "why do you want me to sleep so badly anyways?"

He stayed quiet for a moment which to you felt like an eternity. You had this strange feeling that it wasn't because he didn't know what to say, it was more because he was wondering if he should say it at all. Finally, he looked straight into your eyes and you realized that you could see the difference in his looks. The one that he was giving you right now was intense but he was looking at you, you could see invisible stars reflected in the depths of his gaze. It wasn't like the one that he gave you before, the one that was looking through your body and soul, seeing every thought, every feeling, every fiber of your body, the one that made you feel like you were drowning in the endless galaxies beyond the reach.

"I would like to see your dreams," he replied serenely.

"Will I be able to see you there?" you asked quietly after a moment of hesitation.

"Yes," he reached out his hand and allowed you to lay down on the bed, "I will guide you."

***

You opened your eyes and you've found yourself in your childhood home. The warm autumn sun was sipping into the living room through the opened window. Speakers in the background were quietly playing Magnetic Fields by Jean-Michel Jarre, it made your heart ache. You knew where you were, you remembered this day like it was yesterday. You closed your eyes and breathed in the smell of cheesecake mixed with the scent of the freshly cut lilies. Tears slipped down your face yet you smiled, it was a good memory. You entered the living room and saw your father kneeling near the stereo doing his magic as he always did. You looked and the sofa and saw both of your grandmothers chatting relentlessly about some unimportant subject. Their faces were bright and lit up by heartwarming smiles. The table in front of them was set up with plates and champagne glasses, in the middle of it there was a huge bouquet of pink lilies and a smaller one made out of white carnation flowers. In between, sat chocolate cream cake, decored with flowers and hearts, the lettering was saying 'Happy 25th anniversary'. Only one person was missing from the picture. You walked out of the living room and made your way to the kitchen. And there she was, whirling between an oven, the cups full of the freshly brewed tee and coffee and the unfinished salad. She looked so beautiful...

"Mom..." you whispered

"Can you take those to grams?" she pointed out on the cups with the tee, "coffee is for dad"

You froze in place. You felt like your heart and soul broke down into a million pieces once she turned to you. She smiled, but instead of smiling back, you wanted to fall down to your knees and cry uncontrollably. You knew very well it was only a dream, only a memory, you were supposed to be a viewer, not a participant.

"Y/N!" she called your name with a raised voice "Take these please, I need to take out cheesecake from the oven and I do not have a space on the counter"

You didn't move.

"Go on," you heard a deep encouraging voice behind your back, "She needs you now."

You turned around to see Morpheus standing behind you. He wasn't smiling but the stars in his eyes were shining with warmth and care.

"Go on," he whispered.

You grabbed the cups and quickly carried them to the living room.

"Bring me some cream to that coffee, " your father asked still kneeling down in front of the stereo.

"What are you doing?" you finally asked stepping closer to him. Your voice was shaking, breaking down with tears but he did not seem to notice that.

"Ah, there is something wrong with the sound. Mom was doing cleaning and she probably switched up wires from the stereo again" he replied.

"It is my fault as always!" mom danced her way into the leaving room with a big bowl of salad in one hand and a plate full of cheesecake in the other.

"Dad's favorite..." you whispered to yourself.

"Why are you standing there!" mom turned to you "don't you see that my hands are full?! Jessh, come on! Help me out!"

You helped her make a room on the table and after everything was set you sat between your grandmothers. You started answering all the questions about school, grades, and friends, it was so delightful, so real. Dad took out the camera and made a picture of the three of you together, happiness was frozen in time forever. Then you took the camera from him and took a picture of him and mom, she was sitting on his lap, holding the lilies, they were smiling, they were in love, after twenty-five years they were still in love.

"I wanna dance! Come dance with me!" mom reached out her hands towards dad, "come on! It's our anniversary, you don't get to be grumpy today!" she added after seeing his unhappy face. He really didn't like to dance, but he love her dearly.

So they danced. You watched them swirling in the middle of the living room smiling at each other, promising each other another 25 years of a beautiful marriage, promising each other love and care to the end of their days.

"They never got to their 50th anniversary," you said and tears run down your face, "They didn't even get to the 40th one..." you forced yourself to take your eyes from your parents and looked at Morpheus. He was standing in the doorway, observing everything from the distance. You didn't care if he sees your face all wet from tears, you were happy yet at the same time, your soul was breaking down, collapsing under all the pain you have felt. "Please take me back," you whispered and your voice cracked, "I would like to wake up now..."

He nodded slightly and ended the dream.

***

You woke up with your face and pillow underneath wet from tears. You slowly regained your consciousness and noticed that morning was at dawn, the sky was colored with shades of dark blue because of constant rain. You wiped the tears off your face, images of your family whole and happy still fresh in your memory.

"They never got a chance to celebrate their 50th anniversary," you heard Morpheus's deep, soothing voice right next to you.

"No, they didn't," you said quietly and turned to look at him. He was sitting in the armchair in the same position as before you fell to sleep, relaxed, with his elbows rested on his knees, only his eyes had changed. Stars were glistening from the trapped tears.

"What happened to them?" he asked.

You didn't reply at once. All you could do was stare at him. Your mind was awake and questions started piling up again. Why was he here? Why did he grant you that dream? Had he felt what you felt? Does he know your pain, and if so, why does he care? Because he did care, he didn't even try to hide it. Would he answer if you asked?

"They died..." was all you could say, "They all died and left me in this fucking hellhole alone."

"I'm sorry Y/N..."

"Whatever," you shrugged, "that is why I don't sleep before the job! This is precisely the reason!" you jumped out of bed, "I need a coffee, or three. I have a demon to exorcise in a few hours."

"I read through the folder, " he informed you, "Humans...they have only one life yet most of them have no appreciation for the moment that was granted to them"

"Yeah, Mr. Jackson was a royal douchebag long before he got possessed. I have no intention of saving his sorry ass" you started taking out your things from the bag and preparing for the job. "I don't know how long it's going to take, a simple exorcism would take an hour tops, but I have to trap his demonic ass and do little interrogation on him."

"I'm coming with you," that didn't sound like a question to you.

"Fuck no!" you said before you could think, "I've told you already, my world, my rules. You are not going with me!"

"Don't you think he would be more willing to talk once he would saw me?" he questioned.

"If you are smart, why didn't you do it yourself but involved me instead?!" he didn't reply "exactly! So I'm going to go and do my job and you can...I don't know, sit here and watch TV or something. Whatever you Endless do to kill time." you placed a knife in the holder on your hip. "Besides, I work alone."

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Morpheus could not stay in the hotel room and just wait. Yes, he did request Y/N help. Demanded perhaps, not leaving a space for her to refuse him. After all, he could not exorcise the demon on his own, that was not within his power. Going to hell without prior knowledge of the demon's name was a path that he would rather not take willingly. He had to trust her, he had to trust a mortal which was something that he had not done for centuries.

"She's upstairs, drawing some strange looking symbols under the carpet" Mathew flew down and provided information. "Em, boss, why are we standing here like two sticks in the stack of shit? Shouldn't you like you know, go to her?"

"No," Morpheus replied shortly, "She wants to do this on her own so I must allow her.

"You know, I might not be a specialist when it comes to women," Matthew started, "but she looks the kind of girl that would get furious at you for stepping in while at the same time being happy about it, like deep deep deeeeeeep down." Morpheus just looked at him without a word, "Boss, you have to know that! All that talk and that attitude, my rules, I work alone, " he mimicked Y/N tone of voice, "that's an act! That's what humans do!"

"I will not have you spying on me," Morpheus's voice got dangerously low.

"All am saying is that you should definitely go there and help her out. I'm sure that after she releases her initial rage on you she will be happy about that"

But if he would go upstairs and help her, disregarding her clearly stating that she does not want that, what that would mean? Wouldn't that mean that the feeling that he was calling curiosity was actually caring? Caring for a mortal woman who wandered into his realm at his lowest moment in centuries.

Was that indeed care that he felt? Or was he simply intrigued by that witch who was able to do magic in his castle?

He looked up and focused his eyes on the tenth floor of the apartment building. He could see her through his raven eyes, marking ancient sigils on the floor, placing crystals in every corner of the apartment, lining the circle with salt lines, placing holly water and crucifix in strategic places, checking if her knife was securely placed on her hip, she was determined, prepared, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

So did he.

Decision has been made.

Part six: Through the Nightmare

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Authors note: Damn, this one was a tough one to write. I thought that this part will be all hell on earth but the story wrote itself in a different direction and I didn't want to forcefully change it. I think it turned out alright, made me feel feels, I hope it will do the same for you :) Thank you all for your comments, and interactions. Your response and support mean the world to me. You have no idea. As always, Dear Reader, thank you for reading :)

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Bad Liar (Chapter Four) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh let’s all thank the very lovely anon who requested this preview because it got me to get back to this story and write this whole chapter so, I LOVE YOU ANON!

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Warnings: fake relationship, Fred and reader get into a fight in this so angsty with a happy ending :D also, we’re all going to pretend that the Yule Ball was after the second task for this story! thank you!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Bad Liar

But I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, now you know I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you're free to go

“Fred, let’s just go!” George said, rolling his eyes. “The second task is about to start!”

“But I promised her we would go together” Fred said, trying to look for you through the crowd.

“Maybe she’s already there, mate” Lee suggested.

“Yeah, maybe she lost track of time or something and thought it was best to meet you there” Katie said.

“That doesn’t sound like her” Fred said, confused. “She said we’d meet here” he told George as they all started walking towards the Great Lake, George taking the bets of who would win the following task.

You and Fred had been ‘dating’ for a couple of months now and to both of your surprise, it hadn’t been that difficult. Except for one problem. Every single day, Fred fell a little more in love with you. He tried his best to make it stop but it was basically useless. The more time he spent with you, the more he fell. Which wasn’t hard since he had been pretty much in love with you before this whole thing. Before he actually got to hold your hand and act like your boyfriend. Before he got to kiss you. Before he started noticing the way you smiled whenever he did something for you. He still tried his best to keep everything hidden from you and from George. It was harder with the latter though.

“So, how’s the fake dating doing? I mean I must say you play the part of the worried boyfriend to perfection” George mocked his brother while the rest of their friends walked in front of them and he kept collecting bets of people passing by.

“Shut up, George! And I am worried about her. I haven’t seen her since dinner yesterday when Professor McGonagall came looking for her” he told him.

“Aw, you miss your girlfriend?”

“Mate, what is your problem with this whole thing?” he said stopping, suddenly. “Is it because she asked me and not you?”

“First of all, she kissed you, thinking you were me” George smirked proudly. “And secondly, you guys have been doing this for months and you’re pretending to be in love with her to everyone else but you’re pretending to not be in love with her to her so… I still don’t think this is a good idea, Freddie-”

“Look, I’m fine. I can handle this, okay?” Fred said as they started walking again. “We’re best friends. I’m just doing her a favor. You didn’t see how upset she was the last time she ran in, to Diggory. And Pucey wasn’t buying it at first but I think he’s finally laid off her now so, it’s working” Fred explained.

“And your crush?”

“THERE’S NO CRUSH!” he snapped, whispering so people around them wouldn’t hear.

“Really? Is that why you brought her an extra hot chocolate?” he said, looking at the cups in Fred’s hands.

“I do this all the time for her!” Fred said rolling his eyes, arriving at the Great Lake.

“Alright mate, whatever you say” he told him as they joined their group of friends. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said.

“Do you see here anywhere?” Fred asked, still looking for you in the crowd when he heard the announcement coming from the speakers.

“Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. A treasure of sorts, from the bottom of the Lake. On the count of three, then. One . . . two . . . three!”

Fred was actually starting to get worried he knew you wouldn’t miss something as big as the second task, and if you would, you would have told him.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” he and George heard a voice behind them and turned to glare at Adrian Pucey. “Weasels” he nodded his head.

“Isn’t there anywhere else you could sit?” George snapped.

“Well, there is. But I thought I’d see your lovely ‘girlfriend’ here” he smirked at Fred. “Where is she?”

“That’s… none of your business” Fred said, annoyed.

“Oh, you don’t know, do you?” he mocked the ginger. “Well, it looks like you’ll find out when Diggory comes back up” he simply said.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Fred muttered.

“Fred, don’t bite” George rolled his eyes. “He just wants to get on your nerves” George told him.

“No, I don’t” Adrian said, grabbing the hot chocolate Fred had left on the seat he was saving for you. “I mean if she were my girlfriend-”

“That would never happen” Fred said, feeling his face burning red but Adrian ignored him and kept going.

“I would like to know where she is and if she is the… what did they say? The treasure of sorts that her ex is looking for. It looks like it’s people down there and the girl he’s currently dating is down there waiting for him to surface and she’s nowhere to be found” he said. “But maybe that’s just me” he said, trying to take a sip of the beverage in his hand but Fred snapped it out of him.

“That is not for you!” he glared at Adrian.

“How sweet of you, Weasel, to bring her something for when she comes out of that Lake with Diggory” Adrian laughed.

“Don’t listen to Pucey, Fred” George said, turning both of them around.

Fred tried really hard not to. He tried his hardest to focus on something else as the clock kept moving but he was growing extremely anxious. You were nowhere to be found. This was not like you at all. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the crowd started cheering. Someone was back. Fred stood up and looked down at the Lake where he saw Cedric pulling you out and his felt his heart drop. Adrian had been right. You were Cedric’s treasure.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath when you realized you were surfacing out of the Great Lake with Cedric next to you. The last thing you remembered was Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore saying that you, Hermione, Ron, and a younger girl you had never met, were going to help with the second task and explaining some safety rules about it. And now, here you were, the crowd in the stands was making a great deal of noise; shouting and screaming. They all seemed to be on their feet as you felt Cedric’s arm around your waist while you heard an announcement over the speakers about him being the first one back.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” you coughed before you saw a shark surfacing out of the water with Hermione by its side. “AAHH!”

“Relax, (Y/N), that’s Viktor” Cedric said, pulling you over to where the Professors were waiting for you with blankets.

“Don’t touch me, Diggory” you asked, pushing him away.

“Why are you so upset? I just rescued you!”

“Rescued me? Why did you have to rescue me?”

“That was the second task! They took a treasure from us and-”

“A treasure? What the fuck? Why am I your treasure? You’re dating Cho! Why aren’t you rescuing her?”

“Well, I just-”

“No! Oh, Merlin! You are so much worse than I remember! I thought you had finally moved on and leave me alone!” you said swimming away from him and more towards Hermione and the two of you got out of the Lake and were wrapped in blankets.

“Are you alright?” she asked you.

“I’m fine. You?”

“I’m okay” she told you. “You were Cedric’s person?”

“You were Viktors?” you smirked a little.

“Fair enough” she said, looking away. “Have you seen Fred?”

Fred. Holy shit.

“Oh, Merlin! Fred!” you freaked out.

You were so upset about this whole thing, you hadn’t even thought about him. You and Fred had been getting even closer this past couple of months. You had thought that by now this whole thing would be behind you but, the truth is, part of you didn’t want it to end. You were enjoying your time with Fred. He was so sweet, charming, and funny, and he treated you so nicely, you had the feeling that you were slowly developing a crush on him. You weren’t sure how to deal with this but you didn’t want to freak Fred out before you figured it out. And now, everything could be ruined thanks to stupid Cedric Diggory having you as his treasure to retrieve.

You tried to look for Fred in the crowd but instead, you spotted a very enraged-looking Cho throwing daggers your way. You couldn’t really blame her but you couldn’t really worry about that now. You needed to find Fred. And you finally spotted him getting off the bleachers and walking away from the Lake.

“There he is!” Hermione said, pointing at him.

“Shit, I have to go! I’ll see you later!” you said, wrapping the blanket closer to you and walking away.

“(Y/N), come back!” you heard Cedric’s voice far away. “We have to talk about this!”

You completely ignored him and walked through the seas of people to try and catch up to Fred. There was nothing you needed to talk about with Cedric. What you needed was to talk to Fred and hope he wouldn’t be as angry as he looked.

“Fred!” you shouted, walking after him through the gardens and towards the castle, but he seemed to ignore you completely. “FRED!”

“Shouldn’t you be back at the Lake receiving your award or something?” he snapped as he kept on walking away from you.

You felt your heart breaking entirely at the tone in his voice. Fred had never talked to you like this. Ever.

“Fred! I know you’re upset! Could you please stop walking and talk to me about this?” you asked, making him abruptly stop and turn back to look at you.

“Talk about what? How you were Cedric’s treasure? Whatever that means! How do you think it felt, (Y/N)? Everyone around me was staring because my ‘girlfriend’ was her ex-boyfriend’s person to save. It was humiliating! I look like an idiot! Pucey was having the fucking time of his life-!”

“Look, I get that you’re upset, but I can explain-!”

“Really? Can you?”

“Stop yelling at me!” you snapped.

You had no idea why you were feeling so guilty about this. You knew how it may look to everyone who thought you were dating Fred, but you thought Fred himself wouldn’t be this furious at you.

“No! You don’t get to play the victim now! I have been trying to help you get over Cedric for the last couple of months and now you’re his person on the Lake?”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Oh no, of course not. This is just vintage (Y/N). I mean, things just sort of happen around you and it’s never your fault. You're off in (Y/N)-land, doing your (Y/N)-thing, while I’m here trying to help you and then I’m the one who looks like an idiot while you’re just being totally oblivious to people's feelings!”

“That’s not fair!” you said, feeling your eyes starting to water.

“You know what? I can’t do this right now, I just need some time alone” he said, turning around and walking away from you again.

“No! Wait, Fred!” you yelled for him and tried to walk after him again but you got your feet tangled on your blanket and you fell down on your knees, feeling the pain of the gravel underneath and hurting your hands.

“(Y/N)!” Fred ran back over to you and knelt down next to you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine” you said, quietly as tears started streaming down your face.

When you lifted your face and he was looking back at you with his soft, brown, beautiful, worried eyes, it hit you. You knew why you felt so guilty. You knew why it hurt so much that Fred was upset with you. You didn’t have a crush on him. You were in love with Fred Weasley. You had no idea when it happened, but it did. And you couldn’t go back.

“Merlin’s sake, you’re freezing” he said, feeling your hands. He was about to take his sweater off but you stopped him.

“It’s okay, I have a blanket” you told him softly. Fred sighed, feeling guilty for yelling at you. You seemed just as upset as he was, if not more, and you were soaking wet while it was freezing.

“You’re still soaking” he said, helping you up and wrapping his arms around you. You felt a million times better, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry” you said, with tears falling down your chees and looking up at him.

“No, love. Don’t worry about that… let’s just get you dry and then we can talk about this, okay?”

“But I don’t want you to be mad at me” you told him. Fred smiled sweetly at you before he kissed your forehead.

“I’m not mad” he assured you. “Come on” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the castle.

After taking a long hot shower, you dried yourself up and grabbed Fred’s Christmas jumper (which had become your favorite thing in the entire world), and walked out of your dorm and down to the Common Room where Fred was waiting for you. You were glad everyone was probably still at the second task or celebrating or something. Fred was near the fireplace with blankets and pillows on the floor and two mugs of hot chocolate waiting for you.

“Um… hi” you smiled shyly at him. It was as if you were looking at him in a completely different light and now you had no idea how to act around him.

“Hi” he said, smiling at you on the floor and patting the spot next to him so you would join him. “Are you feeling better?” he asked, handing you your mug.

“I am” you smiled at him. “Are you?”

“I’m sorry” he sighed.

“What? Fred, you have nothing to be sorry about” you told him.

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that and then snap at you” he explained.

“I’m really sorry, Freddie” you said, looking down at the steam coming out of your mug. “Professor McGonagall called me last night after dinner with Ron, Hermione, and a little girl that I think is Fleur’s sister” you started. “They said that we were going to help with the second task and explained some safety instructions but that was it. I had no idea that it was about the champions having to find their… treasure or whatever. I mean, Hermione was Viktor’s and they only met a few months ago” you told him. “I didn’t really know what it was until I kind of woke up with Cedric next to me and he explained the whole thing” you told Fred.

“What did you do when he told you?” Fred asked, feeling a bit anxious about the answer.

“I pushed him away and got out of the Lake with Hermione” you replied. “And then I went looking for you” you told him.

“You didn’t even stay for him to receive his award” he chuckled. “He was the first one back” he explained.

“I honestly… don’t care. I don’t care about Cedric, Fred” you insisted. “I cared more about you being upset with me” you admitted. “I hate when you’re upset with me” you admitted.

“I’m not upset with you, love” he said, pulling you closer to him.

“Freddie…” you said, looking down at your mug again. “D-do you want to stop this?”

“Stop what?”

“This” you said pointing at the two of you. “I’ve dragged you into this long enough and I would completely understand if you don’t want to do this anymore. I mean, it’s kind of the perfect out for you, we just had a fight and-”

“Is that… what you want?” Fred asked, feeling his heart pounding heavier than he’d ever felt it. He did not want this to end. Fake or not, he loved being with you. But if you were done with it he would respect your decision.

“Um…” you sighed. You did not want that. You wanted to figure out your feelings for Fred and if the two of you were to ‘break up’ you thought maybe Fred would want nothing to do with you and probably meet someone else. You’d heard a lot of girls taking an interest after the Weasley twins, and while you didn’t use to mind, the thought of it now made your stomach flip. But you couldn’t be selfish. You couldn’t have Fred all to yourself. “I just feel a little guilty that you have to keep doing this for me. I mean, I don’t even know if you want to take someone else to the Yule Ball and you’re stuck going with me-”

“(Y/N)” he said, stopping your rambling. “Look, I’m really sorry about today-”

“No, but you don’t have to be sorry, Fred. I got us into this whole mess and it was all my fault!”

“It wasn’t” he assured you. “It’s Diggory’s fault” he rolled his eyes and you laughed a little. “Listen to me, love” he said, pulling you closer. “If I’m being honest, the past couple of months have been the most fun I’ve had in a really long time” he said, surprising you. “And I am certain that I would have more fun with you at that stupid Ball than with anyone else” he chuckled, making you smile. “So stop feeling guilty and stop thinking that you’re dragging me into this horrible deal where I get to spend time with you and have fun whenever Diggory and Pucey look at me like they want to murder me, and also get cookies whenever you want to show off that I’m your boyfriend. I mean, do you really want to take that away from me?” he asked, pouting. “I can do this as long as you need me to, love” he said, knowing in his heart that he would actually do anything you asked him to. “So… do you want to break up with-?”

“No!” you said a little too quickly. “N-no. I just… didn’t want you to feel obligated to-”

“I don’t” he insisted.

“Well… in that case… I’m actually having a lot of fun too” you admitted.

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Having you spoil me like this?” you asked, showing off your mug. “I can easily get used to it” you mocked him before you took a sip of your drink, getting a little whipped cream on your nose. Fred laughed a little at how cute you looked and wiped it away with a napkin. “Thank you, Freddie” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “For everything” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Of course” he said, kissing the side of your head. “I love you” he said, casually.

You felt your entire heart flutter only to confirm what you had been thinking since you followed Fred after the Lake. “M-me too” you smiled nervously at him.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.5]

A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 5?! xD also, this story only has about two chapters to go (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)

#bad liar #harry potter #harry potter imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley series

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readychilledwine · 7 months

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Practical Magic

Summary - helping Elain kill Graysen may have been the worst mistake you've made in 300+ years of practicing witchcraft

Warnings - elain and poison, elain being slightly manipulative against reader, non-overly descriptive mentions of witchcraft and possession (I saved the descriptive ones for The Craft), mentions of elains innocence and bondage

A/N - I wanted this piece to focus more on the found sisterhood between Elain, my Azriel's sister reader, Cerridwen, and Nuala. I'm very excited to share my Nesta x this same reader character x gwyn x emerie piece with all of you soon. It's uh a little less innocent, and I had to dig out my own spiritual research for it. Ps I think I caught them all, but my editing software really thinks Graysen should be Greyson.

Word count - 💜 an adorable 2222 💜

You dug your nails into the wooden floor, dragging yourself to Elain's still body and pulling her in close to you. "Come on, Elain," you whispered. "You are stronger than him." Her breathing was labored as sweat dripped from her brow. "I'm so sorry, little flower. This is all my fault."

*Two weeks earlier*

Being Azriel's sister came with perks. The first was getting to stare at Cassian's ass in leathers daily. The next was Rhysand buying you expensive wine and gifts. The last was the sisters you found in Elain and the Twins.

You and Elain were walking barefoot through her garden as she lead you to a empty area. "I was thinking of planting poisons and stuff for your…. Craft here."

You looked to Elain, brows knitted in shock and your mouth slightly opened. "Ellie, you do not have to do that. I know you want the garden to be stunning."

Elain nodded, a soft smile forming on her face. "Azriel showed me some illustrations of poison flowers after I asked. There's several I thought were rather lovely."

You pushed down the shock of your brother enouraging this, "Was there a specific few you wanted? I'm happy with any of them. It gives me access to study cures and uses more."

Elain rocked back on her feet, "I thought foxglove was quite lovely. Along with lily of the valley and wisteria. I wrote you a list, actually." Her smile was so lovely as she reached into her garden apron and showed it to you along with her map Azriel must have made her.

You could help but pause at the list. "Elain, some of those are deadly even if you even accidently nick the flowers. Some of them are photogenic toxins and can cause painful rashes and boils for years. " She just nodded but motioned to where they all sat ready to be transferred into the ground. "Azriel already got them all, didn't he?"

She nodded again, pulling you to the flowers. "Tell me how they're used in…. Your line of work. Azriel says Rhysand pays you to use them for research and... other things?"

In witchcraft, assassinations, and torture, you said mentally to yourself. "He does. I don't know if we're allowed to discuss them, though."

"Oh! Az already told me and just said to ask you for more specific details."

Elain spent countless hours with you after that, studying herbology with you, watching as you did apothecary work for Madja and Rhys, and helping collect dried flowers for studying.

She had even started trying her hand at mixing herbs for ritual teas and medicinal purposes. The two of you and the shadow twins had become inseparable. Spending every hour you could together, reading old texts together.

She finally approached the topic you three all knew was on her mind months after you two had formed an even deeper bond and the four of you had sealed your love and commitment in blood and bond magic.

She was holding nightshade berries in her gloves, "If someone wanted to use these to hurt another person, how would they go about that?"

You froze completely. "Elain-"

"Just in theory."

You looked at her, staring into her doe eyes. "I do not believe I am allowed to-"

"Please, y/n?" She took your hands in hers, big eyes pleading. "Wouldn't you rather I was safe? What if someone used them to hurt me?"

There were downsides to bring Azriel's sister. The first was that you, too, were weak for brown doe eyed blondes, so you typically stole them from him. The second was that you also caved the way he clearly had as well when they batted their eye lashes at you.

You walked her through each way the flowers and berries could be used. How they were used in medicines and almost untraceable in some situations. You walked her through how to properly use magic with intent and how to set up a safe practice alter. You told her of which herbs you kept were tonics or antidotes to the poisons most commonly used. Last, you told her how painful it would be to have some of these used on you. How it was a slow dragged out death over several hours, not some instantaneous thing like the books she read made it sound.

You had thought you talked her out of whatever true curiosity she had based off how her face paled, but you realized you were wrong one night when you felt something in the house that didn't belong.

You and Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian were sitting together, going over the new tinctures you had made that would help stabilize someone on the brink of death until healers could get to them. It was revolutionary, and you were proud that 20 dedicated years to this topic had finally paid off, leaving you with the last step of testing it.

You had stopped mid sentence, every hair on your arms standing up as something cold brushed the back of your neck. You could hear the soul whispering. It was angry, vengeful, hateful, and trapped. Rhys had felt it too, immediately locking his eyes on you. "What did you do?"

You shook your head, "It was not me for once, Rhys. I'm offended by your statement." You closed your eyes feeling the presence again to identify it and paled. "This. Bitch." You stood and quickly went to Elain's room. Slamming the door open then shut you just stared at her. "What did you do?"

She stared at you, her normally wide life filled eyes were dull, her skin slightly pale, nose bleeding. "I think I forgot a step."

And now you were here. The house was abandoned by your family until Elain fixed a mistake she had made. You and the Twins has stayed, fulfilling that bond with her even though it was dangerous.

She did not ward the house from Graysen's soul, allowing him to track her even in the afterlife. She did not ward herself, allowing him in during a weak moment. And she did not close the circle she had used to send whatever she sent, giving him even quicker access to all of you. And now you both were paying for it.

You had practiced for over 300 years and had never witnessed anything like this. Elain no longer had control of her body, her mind, or herself. She had so desperately wanted revenge for how her former lover had hurt her that she lost sight of her future. And you helped her. In your mind, in the mind of everyone in the Inner Circle, this was as much your own doing as it was hers.

You held Elain's hand, ignoring the ringing in your ears, and pain in your wings from the last blast of power he pulled from her to send your way. He was draining her Cauldron Blessings, causing her to suffer the same way you knew he had. "Elain, I know you are in there," you flinched as another blast of power came, hitting you like a ram and reminded yourself to speak with Rhysand before he undoubtedly banished you to Hewn City for your stupidity. "And I know you are afraid, but you cannot let him win."

Magic could not save her now. Azriel, Lucien, Feyre, nor Nesta could save her now. Elain was on her own to fight this from the inside, and all you could do was sit and feel hopeless as you held her hand and whispered to her.

The twins were searching through countless ancient texts as they stood outside of the protection circle you had made. "Elain, please. Fight."

The twins began to pull supplies together. "What if we pull her soul to-"

You shook your head, knowing what they were about to suggest. "We risk him pushing her out of her own body and using her magic more than he already is. Her soul is the only thing protecting that untapped well."

They paused, turning back to the books. "So you think this is genuine possession?" You only nodded as Elain whimpered. "You know what that means, right?" Nuala entered the circle followed by her sister. One took Elain's head placing it in her lap and the other took her empty hand. You nodded again, wincing as your damaged wing twitched to remind you it needed repairs. "Love and support," Cerridwen said. "We all love you, Elain."

The four of you had promised each other forever, you had promised each other support, compassion, unconditional faith. "I'm so sorry, Ellie," you whispered to her again. "This is all my fault."

Nuala moved the sweat soaked hair from Elain's cheek. "When you pull through Elain, we're banishing you to tea making. Remember that time she made tea for Azriel?" The three of you giggled. "His face as he sipped it just to make her happy was priceless."

You snuggled into her shoulder as Elain also tried to laugh. "It was really bad, Ellie. I do not know what made you combine lavender, cloves, and basil but please do not torture my brother like that again."

Elain coughed. "He said he liked how they smelled," her voice was weak. "I thought-" She started coughing again, taking deep breaths. "I thought if I mixed them he'd really like it."

Nuala spoke softly, "Azriel likes peppermint and honey teas. Y/n makes one he specifically craves and begs for. It's why there are so many mint plants in her herb garden. Maybe she can teach you that one instead. Lucien also really enjoys this cinnamon and cranberry one she makes. I know you mentioned wanting to learn more about him."

Cerridwen smiled, "Azriel's almost more of a mint chocolate. Lucien's tastes like pie. You would enjoy Lucien's, Elain."

Elain's brows knit tightly, another whimper of pain falling from her lips. "Leave her, Graysen." You commanded softly. "Leave her alone." You sent her another pulse of your own magic, giving her body and soul something to feed on.

Cerridwen spoke this time, her eyes almost becoming comically wide. "Remember when we found Elain reading one of Nesta's books?" Elain immediately laughed, her skin almost glowing again. You caught a glimpse of the shadow figure being forced to leave her. Shooting a look to the twins you kept speaking, sitting up and leaning over her slightly. "You were so embarrassed. It was adorable."

The twins began laughing. "It was bondage one, right?" You nodded to Nuala. "Azriel was so uncomfortable when she came to him asking how that all worked."

Elain was laughing harder. Tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Cerridwen whispered next, "I think the discomfort came more from all of his blood rushing away from his head."

You nodded. "I heard about it for weeks." You cleared your throat while hiding the magic you were summoning to trap Graysen into a bottle. You spoke in a poor, faked, deep voice, trying to copy your brother's mysterious tone. "Do you think she wants me to show her? Surely Rhys can't get mad if I show her something she's come to me about first."

Elain laughed again and you took the shot. Grabbing that misty spirit with your powers and pulling him from her. You lead him out of the circle, away from your chosen sisters like a mutt on a chain and trapped him into a spirit circle of his own.

You immediately went back to Elain, knowing he wouldn't get out of the area you had created and helped her sit up.

She had spent a week in that state. A week having her life forced sucked away by him, a week having her soul torn at, a week of her powers being used off and on until all she could do was sleep.

Your hands were instantly on her cheeks as the twins rested their heads on her shoulders. "Ellie," you sobbed out. "Hi."

Elain blinked. "Was his soul always that…. Ugly?"

You nodded gently. "I noticed it when we first went to the human lands, but you loved him so much I didn't.. I didn't want to say anything. He's cruel, Elain. And now we get to make a choice." You three helped her stand, walking her to where your book of spells sat, and showed her the page on soul banishing. "Either we all can send him together, or you three can leave and I take care of it." Elain looked at you, waiting for your advice.

It was Nuala who spoke, though. "He is worth your time, Elain. Nor the energy. He never was and had we fully known what you intended to do, we would have told you."

You looked over the soul again. "I think you leave him here with me unless you need this closure." You knew she clearly did. She was desperate and hurt enough to murder him. Closure was exactly what she need. She looked at the spellbound then turned to begin gathering the needed supplies.

"Shall we?" Her voice was exhausted, but determined. It would take her weeks to recover from this, but you would not take it from her.

The three of you nodded, hands all joining together as you took your part of the supplies and formed a circle around your entrapment. "We shall."

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Glorious Purpose - Part Three

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: You can't live with the consequences Loki has to face, but Odin's mind can't be changed...

Warnings: angst, pregnancy, Odin still being an arse

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: Part Three is finally here! Tagging once again @speedy-object-dream @megzdoodle and @chantsdemarins . I hope you like it! Enjoy reading, peeps! :)

Links to the other Parts:

Glorious Purpose - Part One

Glorious Purpose - Part Two

Glorious Purpose - Part Four

It had been almost a month since New York by now. Loki had faced the consequences; was now kept imprisoned in the dungeons of Asgard. The last month had been the hardest time of my life so far. After collapsing right in front of Thor that very night, as the Allfather judged Loki, I had a hard time coping. I regretted to the very core, that I didn't attend his trial. It tore me apart - mentally, physiologically.

Thor had promised me, that he would help me find a way to see Loki. Frigga wanted to help as well, tried to convince her husband. It was a back and forth over days and days, but Odin stood pat, refused every attempt we were making, always saying that Loki is to blame himself and that he brought this upon himself. We thought we would never change his mind, were on the very edge of despair. My health started to suffer from all the stress, heartbreak and emotional pain. I often felt tired and weak; had days where I merely could leave the bed - and well... It came as it had to. At some point it started to affect the baby. The countless cramps and pain in my lower abdomen were a clear sign of that – and it was getting worse...

"Lady Y/N..." Started the healer with a sigh. "You need to find a way out of the psychological stress you're in. If not, I am afraid to tell you that this could cause a miscarriage." The words of the healer caused me to break down even more. "W-What? A m-miscarriage?" The blonde woman standing beside my bed nodded sadly. "Yes, I am afraid this can happen." I gasped out in shock, the tears soon starting to fall. I already lost Loki. I couldn't lose our baby as well. Everybody told me to calm down and get my mind off things, but that was easier said than done. How was I supposed to stop thinking about Loki? Or the health of the innocent human being growing inside of me? It was simply impossible. There was just one cure to heal my broken heart and soul... To see Loki.

It was already late in the evening. I was about to head into bed, when a knock sounded from the door to my quarters. Frowning, I tied the knot of my dressing gown around my waist and stepped over to the door. Who could that be at so late an hour? I opened it cautiously - and was even more confused, when I saw who was standing in front of the door. "Thor? What are you doing here? It's late." I asked the blonde man, confused. Thor looked around, seemed to check the area, before he leaned closer. "Get dressed and meet me outside." It was all he said, before he quickly turned his back and left. "Thor, what-" It was too late. He was already out of earshot. So, I did what he had said and got dressed, before I went to meet him. "Thor... What is this all about? It's in the middle of the night and-" "I am going to bring you to Loki." I blinked, looked at my brother-in-law completely flabbergasted. I just couldn't believe what he was saying. "What?" "I am going to bring you to see my brother." This couldn't be true, could it? Was this just a cruel dream I would wake up from any minute or was it reality? I didn't know, couldn't tell the difference at this very moment. The lines were blurred. "Seriously?" Thor nodded, giving me a small smile. "Yes, Y/N." An audible gasp left my mouth after hearing him say those words. My belly turned upside down, performed a somersault, while my heart skipped a beat and started to beat loudly against my ribcage. Tears started to form in my eyes. I truly couldn't believe it. "Y-You are going to t-take me to the d-dungeons, to s-see Loki?" "Yes. It's way overdue. We should've done that earlier, before we risked the baby's health and also yours." I frowned at him. "We?" Thor smiled again. "My mother helped me. Father won't get to know that you saw Loki. We can't keep you longer away from him. I don't want something to happen to you two. Loki would never forgive me. Just like Frigga and I would never forgive ourselves." He took a deep breath. "Come on now. We need to be quiet." I nodded quickly. "Thor?" He had been already on the verge of walking away, but the call of his name stopped him. He turned around and looked at me. "Yes?" "Thank you." The blonde God gave me a soft smile. "Any time."

Thor led me through the hallways of the palace, all the way down to the dungeons. I had never been there before. It seemed... Dark and lonesome. I didn't know if it was my nerves, but I also had the feeling, that it was way colder in the dungeons than in the rest of the palace. I shivered and hugged myself, trying to provide some warmth. We crossed a corner. Thor suddenly stopped. I almost ran into him... "Okay... We're here. Loki's cell is right around the corner. Wait." I nodded and watched him rounding said corner. "Loki." Thor said his name, trying to catch the younger God's attention. "Brother... What an extraordinary thing to see you down here... What do you want?" Only the mere sound of my husband's voice sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart skip another beat. I clapped my hand over my mouth, inhaling shakily. I almost started to cry then and there. "To see me rod in my chains?" Loki's voice was laced with venom, but he also sounded... broken. Desperate. "No. We both know you choose this fate yourself, brother." I heard Loki snort out a mocking laugh. "But that doesn't mean I am happy about what father did to you. You needed to face the consequences, yes, but the prize you are paying is way too high." I had listened to them talking until now - but I couldn't listen to them a second longer. I wanted to finally see Loki again. No time to waste. "So, I decided to break the rules." I stepped forwards, rounded the corner on wobbly legs. Thor stood in front of Loki's cell. Loki was behind a yellow barrier, in his green tunic, hands folded behind his back. "What do you mean you broke the-" That was the moment he lifted his gaze, spotted me in the corner of his eyes, "Y/N?!" and his face fell.

a/n: Part Four is in the works...

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