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scekrex · 2 months

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HIII🫶🫶🫶🫶💍💍💍

I had an idea for a adam xm!reader and its like reader became in a way a sort of friends with the main cast of the demons (Charlie, Vaggie angel ect.) and adam finds out about it when he finds reader with fat nuggets in hel for funzies idk im not so great at English its absolutely not my first language nor the second so if its a complicated idea you can just scrap it dww!!

Furthermore i hope you have a great rest of you’re day 🫶🫶

Sup hun, I simply assumed you mean angel!reader bc it makes the most sense (and it's what I've written) hope ya like it xoxo/p

Forbidden fruits cause damage

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You knew you weren't allowed to, you knew that if Sera or the other seraphims were to find out, they wouldn't let you come back, that you would only see Adam once a year during extermination day and it really messed with your head to be constantly reminded of how tight heaven's rules were.

And yet you came back over and over again.

At first it had been to visit Charlie's hotel, to make sure she wasn't violating any rules heaven had made - that had been an order from Sera. But when Charlie had greeted you so warmly as if she was one of your closest friends and Niffty had dubbed you 'totally hot not-badboy' you couldn't resist when it came to visiting these shitheads.

At first your visits had been rare, they had been a once every couple month kinda deal, you needed to be careful not to draw any attention to you after all. But soon every couple months turned into once a month, once a month became once every two weeks and every two weeks quickly switched to every week.

And while heaven seemed to either not notice or not care enough - maybe they thought you were doing business with Lucifer, who knew - Adam noticed. Of course your boyfriend would notice that every week you'd suddenly disappear for an entire day. You always made sure to leave early in the morning to be back for dinner. However, whenever you left during the early morning hours Adam woke up due to the lack of warmth that you took with you when you left. He was a cuddly guy, even if he would never admit it so of course he would notice his beloved boyfriend’s absence.

Today was yet another day to visit hell. So you went down to hell early, you had left Adam a note that stated something along the lines of 'visiting Ma & Pa, see ya tonight, big guy'. He however wasn't buying any of it. You had once lied to him by telling him you were hanging out with a friend of yours and when Adam had left the apartment for a walk he had seen said friend alone. The same thing happened a couple weeks later again.

He crumbled the little note in his hand and threw it onto the bed. He trusted you, he really did, but then there were his insecurities. His first and second wife had both decided to cheat on him and leave him. What prevented you from doing so too? He didn't know and the thoughts of you fucking another guy were eating him alive.

What if you disappeared once a week to enjoy time with someone who was more charming and loving than him? With someone who'd constantly tell you how much he loves you instead of jokingly insulting you? He couldn't stand his mind for fucking him up so badly, he wanted to crash his head against a wall until it would split open, but he didn't.

Instead he snapped his fingers to let a small orb appear in front of him. The scene the orb showed him was fogged up at first but the picture got clearer only seconds later. He felt disgusting for spying on you, wanted to scratch the skin off of his bones and claw out his eyes but it was the only thing that quieted down his mind at least a little bit.

The orb showed you a bright smile on your face as you held a little pig, petting the small animal lovingly. Next to you stood Angel Dust.

Angel Dust?

“Fat Nuggets really loves you, y’know, poor baby always gets sad when you have to leave,” the pornstar explained with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing. You were in hell, even worse: you were in hell to hang out with the demon scum like it was the most normal thing to do for an angel as pure as you were. The brunette was so overwhelmed by his feelings that he didn't even recognize it when the orb disappeared again, the only thing that was on his mind was why you didn't tell him.

You were apparently regularly hanging out in hell and instead of telling him you always made up some sad excuses why you were gone for the day. Did you not feel comfortable sharing such a big secret? Adam's mind went crazy, the wildest trains of thoughts were running through his head and there was not a single thing the first man was able to do about it, the only thing that was possible in a situation such as his was to take it.

When you got home that evening Adam was walking up and down in the living room. “You okay, babes?” you casually asked, your voice didn't indicate that you had been lying to him for months, it didn't indicate that you had just gotten back to heaven after spending the entire day with some demon fuck-ups. “You wanna explain me where the fuck you were?” Adam asked instead of answering your question and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes gave away that he was pissed about something yet they were glued onto your body leaning against the door frame. “I wrote you a note, I was-” you were about to explain but the first man to ever be created didn't let you finish, “Fuck you and fuck your lies. You weren't visiting your parents bitch, you were in hell visiting the demon fuck-ups who think redemption is possible.”

You frowned at his words - yes that was true but how the fuck did Adam know about that? “What? So you were spying on me?” you questioned his behavior and stepped towards Adam. The brunette seemed to be close to crying yet his body was ready for a fist fight. “After I figured out you lied to me twice about hanging out with friends? Duh,” he made a hand movement that was supposed to symbolize something along the lines ‘obviously I did’.

You let out a deep sigh. He was right. And that was way too fucking hard to actually admit. But you swallowed your pride and gave in. You walked past him, your hand reached out for him but he flinched away from your touch which resulted in you sitting on the couch alone. He didn't move an inch from the spot he was standing on, the only thing he did was to turn around in order to look at you. “I’m sorry.” A look of surprise washed over the brunette's face and his body language visibly softened. He had expected many things but an apology without a fight hadn't been one of them. “What?” he dumbly asked as he blinked at you in confusion. His wings, which had been fluffed up to make him seem bigger than he already was, dropped until they were pressed against his sides again. His beautiful golden eyes which had been full of anger only moments ago had softened too, they reflected empathy.

You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you continued to speak so you stared at the floor instead, “I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I visited hell without telling you, I know I should have but -” you shook your head as you paused for a moment. “No. No excuses. I was afraid of your reaction to it, I know you hate them, I know you hate their project but they're actually so sweet and caring and- and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about all of it. I should have shared this with you.”

Now it was Adam who sighed as he flopped down onto the couch next to you, he kept his distance though, “I don't fucking like that you're visiting them, what if one day you'll get locked out of heaven? The fuck am I supposed to do without you?” You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. “I honestly don't fucking care who you're friends with and what they are. That's your fucking life, I won't control that shit, that's yours to decide. Just promise me to be fucking careful ‘n’ stop fucking lying to me about it.” You nodded silently, it was the only response that felt right in that moment.

“N remember, if I have to go to fucking hell just to fuck your juicy little ass, I fucking will. You're not safe from me, not even down there,” the grin in Adam's voice was audible and you peeked up a little only to see the taller man grinning down at you. That made you smile a little.

It was the next day that you called Charlie to inform her that you wouldn't be able to visit as regularly anymore. You weren't willing to risk everything, especially Adam. She being the supportive girl she was obviously understood. “Who are we talking to?” Adam asked sleepily as he entered the kitchen, the poor man had just woken up and followed your voice immediately. “Charlie,” you cheered at him, “You wanna say hi?” You held your phone in front of his face, his mimic was a mix between annoyance and sleepiness as he spoke, “Sup, bitch.” Then he went to make himself a coffee. “You want one too, babes?” he offered to you and you nodded before giving him a quick ‘thank you’ kiss. “Was that Adam?” Charlie asked in surprise over the phone. “Yeah, y’know how I told ya that we're dating?” Your words made pride bloom in Adam's chest, you had been talking to your new friends about him and you weren't hiding that he was your boyfriend even though Charlie and Adam weren't exactly on good terms. “Well yeah you mentioned that but I didn't think- nevermind. I hope you two have a wonderful morning, I assume we'll see each other in two months?” Lucifer's daughter seemed eager to get off the phone now that she knew that Adam was with you. You chuckled at that, “Yeah, sure, see ya then.”

Once the call ended Adam turned around with a sharp grin on his lips, “So, how's hell reacting to a pure babes like you dating me?”

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yan-lorkai · 8 months

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Can I please get some headcanons of the octotrio being platonic yanderes for a m!human friend in Ignihyde? Maybe another student gets a crush on platonic darling and tries to romantically pursue him and the trio isn't having it 👀

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, platonic yandere, male reader, tweels being tweels and Azul's benevolence, stalking, implied death, food poisoning (not sure abt this) , possible spelling errors.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I love platonic yandere sm (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠), though being octotrio's friend can be quite isolating since everyone there are quite the possessive bunch.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Everyone knew that the infamous trio, responsible for locking people into unfair contracts, for giving people hope and then taking it away from them, had a soft spot in their hearts for you. A... Simple common boy from Ignyhide. Everyone knew that interacting with you meant long-term trouble, it was almost like putting a target on their own back, almost like offering to be squeezed by Floyd, being humiliated by Jade and trapped in a horrible contract by Azul.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ People could only wonder how you achieved such a feat; were you a childhood friend of theirs? Did you help them in any way? Did you make a deal with them? Despite the questions and curiosity, no one has the courage to approach and ask you, much less any of them, how the four of you met and became such good friends.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Maybe you don't realize the effect you have on them when you smile and laugh, and tell them about your day and what kinds of things you studied today, but surely other people can see it. Perhaps you are lucky to be charished, loved and protected, a target of affection, rather than hated by them. Many wonder what your life would be like if they hated you, but then again they love to speculate about you, Azul and the tweels.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But one way or another, you are good friends. You are always welcome in the Mostro Lounge, with the right to sit at the best table and Floyd is responsible for entertaining you with conversations about the latest news (news being which person Azul tricked that day or which person he was able to squeeze, things like that) while Jade prepares your favorite food and drink, and after a long shift, the three spend time with you in the vip room. They love to hear you talk, even if it's nothing interesting or cool in your opinion, it's like your voice is the voice of a siren, drawing them to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Mainly Azul. Among your small group he is the most possessive and clingy, and he loves to monopolize your time, asking you to join the gaming club with him so you can play games together. With him around there is a much smaller chance that a stranger will approach you with malicious intent.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, even with the implicit promise that if anyone got too close to you they would be completely slaughtered, someone very crazy still tried. And it ended very badly for him - not that you would notice his absence, you didn't seem to be able to notice the absence of several brief friends you had.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His name and dorm didn't matter - he's just an npc. What mattered was the way confidence seemed to dominate him as he walked the halls of Ignyhide, looking for you. There was a sweet smile on your secret admirer's lips and a mushy love letter to you because he didn't care who your friends were or how powerful they were.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The npc wanted to believe that everyone could be a good person and had good qualities. Certainly, despite his bad tendencies, Azul was as benevolent as he claimed. And… The twins could be… Nevermind, he can't think of any good qualities for them. He doesn't even know how you had make friends with these guys without shivering with fear, they can be pretty intimidating when they want to be.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He stops at your door, heart pounding, and raises a fist to knock. But the sound of laughter unnerves him, your laughter as the twins seem to amuse you with something he is unable to understand. The thought of giving up and trying again comes to his mind, but he ignores it, ignores his friends' warnings, ignores his senses to run and not look back and he knocks on the door once, twice, anxiously.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Azul, you know you don't have to kno- Oh, hello." You stare at him not knowing how to react. But then your eyes light up in recognition and you remember that you share a time in the History of Magic class. You wave your hand to the twins for silence and turn back to face him. "So do you need anything?"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The boy could hardly speak. You were in front of him, wearing your favorite shirt, that cute smile on your lips, and he took a deep breath. "Oh yes, I wanted to give you this. It's… A love letter. But now that I'm here I think it would be better to express what I feel rather than let you read my awful handwriting."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A throat clearing. Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle's dorm leader is standing right behind him, almost as if he sensed something was happening, a charismatic smile on his handsome face as the octopus looks down at the letter in your hand, no doubt wanting to burn it. "My my, you're such a charmer, Yuu. I'm almost jealous."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You wave him off, looking at the letter and then at your admirer. "That's sweet, you don't mind if I read it, do you? I've never gotten a letter like that before."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But you're reading it before he's even replied, heart pounding in your chest as you read the paragraphs and sentences, not knowing how Azul looked at your admirer as if he was going to kill him right then and there. And the look only intensifies as soon as he notices how you are smiling, feeling every word, every feeling put there. You look at him after a few minutes of silence. "I'm glad that my smile makes your day better and that you think my hair is beautiful."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ From here how things depends on your reaction. Do you accept his confession? If the answer is yes, if you want to get into a relationship with him, the infamous Octotrio are not going to be happy about it. But they will accept. Or at least, you think they'll accept sharing you with someone else, the truth is that they don't and they won't pretend for long that they tolerate the presence of this intruder.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not when this guy can kiss you and hug you and get your full attention. When he can steal you from them, tell lies about them, try, and god help him if he tries, to separate you from them. And they won't let that happen, even if they have to break your heart and put the pieces back together later, once your little boyfriend disappears from campus and reappears dead.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ On the other hand, if you reject him, if you deprive him of your love and protection, he's still screwed. He made his move and now he must prepare to defend himself from the dangerous onslaughts of your friends, especially the twins who will love to torment him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knew the risks. And the teachers won't be of much help, after all they know that the twins can be a little rough and rowdy, but that they are good students. Yeah, they wouldn't believe if he told them that their pranks include Jade serving him food with crushed glass, screws and dirt. Or that he follows him down the halls with that scary smile on his lips, sharp teeth bared, he can only think of those teeth digging into his carotid artery, he proceeded to avoid Mostro Lounge and you after this event - exactly as planned.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Or Floyd, sweet Floyd, who sometimes look like a scarf the way he wraps himself around your neck with those long, strong arms, never letting you escape his grip as he tells you childhood stories or listen to you tell your own stories. That same Floyd likes to toy with his prey, stalking him, making him feel terror and anxiety, before finally letting his hands be stained with blood. When he's done playing there won't be much to bury.

.⁠｡⁠ * ⁠ ♡ Azul, the kind Azul who knows all your secrets, knows how to help and offers you good advice, is responsible for coordinating every action. He knows how to use psychological pressure, he knows the perfect moment to strike and he feels no remorse as he watches your little admirer break down, as he watches him shake in fear. His only chance of redemption is a deal with Azul himself; that or a very unfortunate accident that will leave his family and friends very devastated.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And whatever his fate, you won't even remember the letter, the goofy look on his face, or meeting him that night. Azul knows exactly how to erase memories with a simple spell he created, after all you only need him and the twins. No one else is important.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you're having a great day! I have as wondering if I could get a crosshair x female reader where she always has shoes, but for some reason is walking around the Marauder bare foot (like wreaker stole them as a prank or something) and steps on one of crosshair's discarded toothpicks? This happened to an old friend of mine and I think of it every time I see him chewing a toothpick.

Aloha!

Interesting thought, let me look into this...

Crosshair x F!Reader One-Shot - The Toothpick Incident

Implied Romance / Kiss

Pre Relationship

"Where the heck are my shoes again?" you grumble, checking under your bunk.

You've just gotten out of the shower and are walking around on bare feet, your socks in your hand.

"Wrecker? Where are my shoes?"

Echo answers you from the cockpit, "Wrecker's out with Hunter."

You sigh in annoyance and look around.

"I think he hid my shoes again".

Echo looks out of the cockpit and says, "I'm afraid I don't know where they are".

You walk towards Echo, in the direction of the cockpit, maybe Wrecker has hidden them somewhere there, or in the engine room. You draw in a sharp breath as you feel a sharp pain in the sole of your left foot. Hurriedly, you sit down on the bunk to your right and look at your foot.

There's a damn toothpick stuck in your foot. You pull it out, cursing, and see Crosshair coming down the hallway to your right and stopping. For a moment, he seems to hold his breath. You hold the toothpick in the air.

"Are you serious?" you growl, "Your stupid toothpicks are everywhere. This is the second time in one day that I've found one this way! Stop just throwing them on the floor, you slob!"

Crosshair is actually a very tidy guy, it's just that the thing with his toothpicks is anything but tidy.

He looks at you mutely, at first, not having a retort ready.

Finally, he says, "I'm not a slob, you know that."

"Oh yes, you are, as far as your stupid toothpicks are concerned".

He grinds his teeth, you can see his jaw muscles working. Crosshair knows you're right. You stand up and limp over to him. You stop right in front of him, toothpick still raised.

"If I step in one of your toothpicks again, I'm going to put it where you definitely don't want it".

Crosshair growls, "Why are you walking around without shoes anyway?"

"Wrecker hid them again, but that doesn't matter, you just throwing those things on the floor in here is really unacceptable."

"Take it up with Wrecker"

When he wants to go further, you hold him by the arm. He looks at you piercingly.

"I will, but the toothpick thing still has to stop!"

He looks at your hand on his arm and grumbles, "If you're not going to mess with me, you'd better let go now."

Stubbornly, you glare at him.

"Don't you get smart with me now, chicken legs!"

Crosshair turns all the way around to face you again, growling, "What was that, Kitten?"

You hear hasty footsteps behind you. Echo, disengages your hand from the sniper's arm and stands between you.

"That's better," he says with a strained smile, "We don't want to get into any mischief in Hunter's absence."

Echo was able to keep you apart, at least for the moment. But a few hours later, on the same day, you have your socks on, but you still haven't found your shoes when you step into a toothpick again.

"CROSSHAIR!"

"What?!"

The Sniper comes out of the cockpit and sees you pulling another toothpick out of your foot. You hold it up, your eyes narrowed to critical, angry slits.

"That's enough, come here, so I can stick this thing where it hurts!"

Crosshair growls challengingly, "Come here then if you dare."

You stomp towards him, determined to do something, you just don't really know what. As you open your mouth to raise the toothpick and give him a piece of your mind, he suddenly grabs your jaw with his hand.

"What-"

In the next moment his lips are on yours, and you feel how, against your will, every resistance, every anger and every word that you had just prepared for your telling off, dissolved into nothing.

The kiss seems to last an eternity, and you finally return it, moaning softly as his tongue gently enters and begins to chase your tongue.

Echo, who came rushing out of the cockpit to prevent the worst, stood there not knowing quite what to do.

"Um, I think I'll go to the engine room and keep Tech company."

Neither of you even noticed him. When your lips parted, and you looked at him from half-closed lids, you said softly, "I hate you"

Crosshair smirks and says confidently, "No, you don't".

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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thefrenchydude · 20 days

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Some news

Hello everyone!

I would like to apologize for my absence. I've been quite busy lately and haven't had time to do what I wanted to do. The request I wanted to answer is still not finished and I haven't made that much progress on chapter 4. I'm truly sorry. But now that I've got two weeks to rest ahead of me, I intend to do what I love and finish what I set out to do.

Also, I'd like to talk about the VN and everything I've done so far:

About the game:

Firstly, I've written and coded some of the first part of the game, I still have to correct it, complete it, change a few things (and I'd like to implement an inventory and level system in this game, but I don't know how yet.).

The different routes:

Wukong and Macaque: The first two chapters have been implemented in the game.

No choice yet to change the story.

Arthur (temporary name) -a tiger demon-:

Chapter 1 completed

Combat phase (in progress)

Start of chapter 2 (in progress)

M??n Wuk?ng: A hidden path which is not fully developed as yet in the game.

The tea house and sauna routes are still not finished and doesn't have yanderes yet. I think for the tea house it could be a dragon and for the sauna I really have no idea right now :')

The game will have three main paths (triggered by a choice at the start of the game):

Murderous Lust (you're with Lex and you follow the story)

Variant 1 (Lex is dead and you're working with the Facility for Mother)

Variant 2 (Lex wants you dead and you're tracked by the Facility for having betrayed Mother)

About the art:

It was a lot more complicated than I thought. First of all, I needed a furry artist at all costs (Wukong, macaque, ect… are demons with anthropomorphic designs, so a furry artist was the best option). I spent several afternoons looking for artists. On Discord, Twitter, Furafinity… It was so long and complicated. Either their style didn't match my project, or their commission were closed, or I couldn't trust them.

After a while, I found someone. I wasn't totally convinced by his style -although it was beautiful, I wasn't sure it would go well with my VN-. We started talking, he seemed interested… then nothing. With no response even after more than a week, I decided to give up and turn to another artist. So off I went again in search of an artist. Later, I found one. His style appealed to me and everything seemed okay with him. HOWEVER, there is something that I always do, I check all the artist's network. 1 - Because I like to do so and to know more about the person I can work with. 2- Because I don't want to work with a jerk. AND THIS ONE, it was a true specimen. He left hate messages on other artists' accounts and I even found homophobic messages he'd left under the account of someone who'd asked him for commissions. I ran away from this creep.

And the more I searched, the more I lost hope of finding someone for this project. Maybe I was only going to be able to make a VN without art… I didn't like that idea at all, but if I couldn't find anyone, I had no choice.

Defeatist, I gave myself one last afternoon of searching. If I still couldn't find anyone, I was going to have to make up my mind. And then I came across an artist whose style attracted me. His works were beautiful and the more I searched through his accounts, the more I liked this person.

So I went ahead and contacted him, I was so stressed about getting a negative response or no response at all. But the artist got back to me. He's a really cool guy and he draws so fucking good ijnreijnevineinzijnoznfiojfnipnlckd.

The first commission should be ordered early this month. I'm so happy to have finally found the perfect artist for the job!

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One rather important question: Will there be any NSFW? After a lot of thought, yes. There will be scenes like that in the game.

Sorry again for the absence, but I'm very busy with the VN. Thanks to everyone who sends me love through questions or private messages, I love you! It really makes me feel great and I can't thanks y'all enough for that.

#lmk mk #monkie kid #fiction #yandere wukong #murderous lust #yandere #visual novel

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Im licking the floor for crumbs of lore please 😔 also from what ive pieced together, i think Hadrian is a prince that was kidnapped by the bad pirate guy or smth and you rescue him and escort him back to his kingdom and then drama ensues

'Licking the floor for crumbs of lore' is something I'm going to say forever now ahaha!

The story, in my head, is sort of planned out like a trilogy, so would your lore craving be satisfied by an overview of book 1?

I hope so, because here it is!

Warnings for kidnapping and reference non-consensual sex.

Also, remember this is just my very first draft of the overarching story haha, don't judge too harshly, it hasn't been edited.

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So, it's National founding day in Anaret, the city Hadrian is from, and all the royal family is out and about for the celebrations and traditions.

Until an explosive is detonated in the crowd.

In the ensuing chaos, Hadrian is kidnapped by a group hoping to hold him for ransom.

But, before they can follow through, Hadrian is kidnapped from them by Kars (the bad pirate guy) who smuggles him out to sea.

For a period of about four months, Hadrian is kept on the ship. He isn't given much food or allowed to bathe often.

During this time, he becomes pregnant through non-consensual means.

After those four months, he is rescued by reader who kills Kars and sinks his ship.

Hadrian is very withdrawn and quiet, and seems resistant to bathing, even though he eats readily and gratefully.

It becomes clear why after he has bathed, as the reader notices his hair isn't just blond underneath all the dirt, but ice blond, the hair colour only held by royal blood in Anaret.

Reader realises that Hadrian is the lost prince.

They also realise he's pregnant.

With a royal bastard child.

Fuck.

Hadrian begs them not to sell him, but to let him go at the next port so he can find his way home.

Reader agrees under the condition that he stay in their quarters the entire time, because if their crew knew they were hiding someone so valuable with no intention to make money from him, they could mutiny.

They kind of awkwardly keep out of the other's way for a week.

Until one night, there is some heavy rain, not a storm by any means, but enough to really spook Hadrian who hates storms a lot because of the helpless feeling of being at the mercy of said storm at sea.

Reader and Hadrian properly bond for the first time and end up falling asleep together in reader's bed.

They don't speak about it, but it's clear they've started to like/trust each other at least a little.

Another few weeks later, and they arrive at a small port town. Reader was planning on staying for two weeks to restock the ship and allow her crew to have some fun and recuperate on land.

Hadrian goes to leave, but reader realises how little he knows about the real world and offers to escort him on the week long journey so he doesn't die or get kidnapped again, and they'll be back just in time for their crew to leave.

Nix, the second in command would oversee the restock and everything in their absence.

Hadrian gratefully agrees to the escort.

They go together on foot, Hadrian wearing a cloak and hood the whole time to avoid being recognised. They are far enough from Anaret that they can't trust anyone with the information about who he is.

As they walk, they learn more about each other. Hadrian tries some food from a stall that he's never had before, then they walk a few towns over and find a place to stay for the night.

They are starting to like each other a lot at this point.

The next morning they have to walk in some woods, which Hadrian finds difficult due to the old pregnant thing. Reader helps him and in return Hadrian starts to really trust them and open up about his family and his past.

He tells them about his distant relationship with his mother, and the way that his older brother and father doted on him.

Reader tentatively does the same, talking about how they ended up being a pirate and what draws them to the sea. They don't have any living family, as their only family was killed in an incident that was the fault of those in charge of their home city. Pirates, who went against those people, were any easy choice to join when they had nothing left.

That night, they camp out in the open in the woods and they fall asleep in each other's arms.

Reader is awoken in the middle of the night by a noise.

It turns out to be some bandits trying to ambush them.

It's a tense fight, but reader makes it out on top from experience and all three bandits are unconscious.

Reader goes to kill them but Hadrian says not to.

Reader does not agree. They say that he's an idiot if he thinks they won't just follow them straight away now they know he's the missing prince.

Hadrian insists that killing is wrong regardless. Reader says something like 'you were fine with me doing it to Kars' and kills the bandits anyway.

Hadrian is furious and refuses to speak to the reader, keeping his distance.

(on the inside, he is scared at seeing something so violent and scared at the reminder that reader is a pirate, the same kind of person that held him captive for months. He feels betrayed and stupid for trusting them.)

They don't go back to sleep, and instead continue onto the next town.

Then there is a bathing in the river scene which introduces *sexual tension* but they're still super mad at each other lol. Just horny now too.

They get to the next town very late, and the only room they can get has only one bed?!

Hadrian is still upset, but after reader goes to the effort of getting him some food even though the tavern is mostly closed and doesn't push his boundaries, he softens a little.

While reader is asleep that night, he sorts out his feelings and tentatively makes the decision to at least be friendly again, but to avoid anything more than that. (Good luck with that Hadrian lol)

The next day they set off to Cyiac, the nearest town with a safe river crossing and hopefully a supply of horses.

Before they find a place to stay though, reader sees an event going on in one of the buildings, a dance and entertainment style event with alcohol etc.

They find a way to sneak in without a ticket and convince Hadrian to come with them.

He's never seen anything like this, palace entertainment is very different obviously.

He loves it a lot and is super enthralled by the performances. Reader ends up buying a piece of jewellery similar to the performers for Hadrian to have as a souvenir.

Then they find a place to stay the night.

In the morning, they go and try to find some horses.

The person selling the horses enquires if they are married.

Hadrian goes to say no, but reader says yes before he can because Cyiac is very traditional and him being pregnant without being married could have them turned away from the shop.

They find out that because of the explosives that were set off in Anaret a few months back, Cyiac, who relies on them quite a bit, wasn't getting as many sales in their normal exports as Anaret were focused on rebuilding. With less money, Cyiac has less stuff obviously.

They find out that it's one horse per family for the time being, because of the shortages, so they have to share a horse.

They end up with a horse called Cynthia who likes Hadrian a lot and who Hadrian loves in turn.

Cynthia and reader have a love hate relationship lol.

(Reader has never handled a horse before but Hadrian has handled many that's probably something to do with it.)

So now they get to travel on a horse, with Hadrian sitting in between the reader's legs for hours and feeling their breath on his neck lol.

He likes it a bit too much but won't admit it.

They stop on the river crossing because Hadrian needed a toilet break and end up having their lunch there.

They talk about what Hadrian is going to do when he gets home. He says that he'll just stay in the palace probably, that he doesn't want to risk leaving again.

Reader can't understand that viewpoint and calls it a fancy cage. They love travelling and being free so they don't relate. They bring up the dance show and ask Hadrian if he never wants to see anything like that again? They bring up the new food he's tried and ask if he wants to never try street food again?

Hadrian is conflicted but tells them to drop it.

They have a Romantic Moment™ before continuing on.

It's a three day trip to Anaret.

They end up having dinner in another tavern inn and they meet a couple who are very lovey dovey and friendly.

Hadrian and reader have to pretend to be a married couple to avoid stigma for Hadrian being pregnant.

They pretend for the entire night to be married and the omega in the other couple asks so many personal questions that Hadrian finds deeply embarrassing. It's starting to fluster him a lot so reader steps in to help him and the other alpha says something about how close and cute their relationship obviously is, to the embarrassment of both of them.

They share a bed to keep up the façade.

Reader has a dream where they end up married for real and feels strange about it.

Day two passes without incident, but on day three they enter the city of Anaret.

Hadrian is very excited to be home, reader feels confused, but pushes it down to be happy for Hadrian.

They decide not to stop for lunch and push forward to get to the palace.

When they get to the gates, Hadrian has to reveal himself to the guards to be let in. The guards fetch the older prince to verify that it's his brother standing at the gates.

They have a tearful reunion, but something isn't right.

Hadrian's brother was blinded in the explosion that day he was kidnapped. And it turns out Hadrian's father died while he was away, but they are keeping it a secret from the public.

With the king unable to rule, and the elder brother being unpopular with the people due to his new blindness, the fact that the younger prince was kidnapped 'under his watch', and tbh the older brother has been using all the supplies to find the younger brother rather than helping the people so, the only one that could theoretically take the throne peacefully (a.k.a without the anger of the people or nobles) is Hadrian.

But Hadrian is pregnant with a bastard. This will not be looked upon kindly.

Seeing as the news from the people that saw reader and Hadrian enter the palace has spread, the only believable lie is that Hadrian was recused by reader, fell in love while they were travelling home and got married and fell pregnant on the route. They could argue that the marriage was from a travelling religious man or something, so it's valid, but they'll need to get remarried because they don't have proof. The people shouldn't be angry about that though.

So, to keep the peace in the royal family and te country. Reader and Hadrian have to get married.

Reader is not happy about it.

End of Book 1

#oc hadrian cullermay #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #gn reader #hcs #original writing

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jessicanjpa · 2 years

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So you know how Edward has this thing where he tries to work himself up to playing the "bad guy" just to make it easier on the person he's convinced he has to hurt? And you know how he's terrible at it? (OK I suppose we only have two examples of this in canon but bear with me)

So... flashback to 1927 and Edward is just spending hours in front of the mirror, practicing. He's got this down. He's spent years among petulant human teenagers and he's had time to prepare. Hurting Carlisle and Esme is inevitable—he knows that. It's just another weight around his neck, another reason he has to leave. But if he can make them angry, so angry they can forget to hope... That's all he can hope for.

He can give them that, if nothing else.

He strolls out to meet them as they return from hunting, careful to keep the scowl in place. The hands shoved in the pockets just so. The swagger loose and reckless.

Carlisle and Esme are already on edge. They'd spent the past hour sharing their worries with each other about... him, naturally. The guilt flares in both their minds right on cue as they assume he is angry because he's overheard them. Perfect: he couldn't have asked for a better entrance.

"Edward," Esme says, reaching out to him. "Can we talk?"

He draws in the sharp, final breath, reviewing his lines on last time. No more talking! I've had your sickly sweet thoughts blaring in my brain for years and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of school and moving and pretending. And I'm sick of your saintly patience (This part was for Carlisle) and your perfection and your silent lectures! It's a wonder anyone can breathe in this house! I'm through pretending to be something I'm not. I'm going out there and I'm going to drown myself in everything you've forbidden. No, don't touch me! You're the one who damned me to this misery in the first place. You should have let me die when you had the chance.

... But when Esme's hand touches his face, when Carlisle's anxious thoughts envelop him like a blanket, the breath rushes out with sobs instead of words, and the hands leave the pockets to crush his family to his breast. Carlisle and Esme smother him with assurances of love and promises that things will be better, and he only manages to squeak out garbled apologies for the crime he hasn't committed yet. His only source of relief is that he's too much of a coward to confess what that crime will be.

He finds the strength at the last possible moment. He realizes that Carlisle was steering the three of them back toward the house, and he can't bear to go through this again. He whispers one last "I'm sorry" and squeezes their shoulders one last time. And then he runs like the coward he is, letting the acid of their shocked thoughts burn through him until he can't hear them anymore.

The sudden absence of their pain produces a numbness so deadly that when his own pain arrives right on schedule, he eagerly embraces it. The extra weight of guilt for how he'd ruined his performance is no more than he deserves.

He isn't even any good at being a villain.

#Edward #Carlisle/Esme #Fanfiction #1927 #Tale of Years if you squint #(this is actually pretty similar)#Rebellious years

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punkrockmads · 2 years

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Thief

Pt. 2/3

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your fight with Marcus, Abby brings you and your children back to the Firefly base. In the infirmary, the two of you grow closer as you learn about her newly formed friendship with Sadie.

When you wake up again, you're lying in a bed in what you recognize as the infirmary. It's quiet. Peaceful. But the pain in your entire body ruins any kind of rest you desperately crave.

"Mom?" A small voice calls out from beside you. You turn your head to the left, seeing Sadie sitting on a small stool, watching you with big, teary eyes.

"Sadie." You whisper, smiling for a moment only to frown after noticing the absence of your baby boy. "Where's Chris?" You try to sit up, finding it more difficult than you anticipated thanks to your bruised torso.

"Hey, it's okay. I've got him." Another voice calls. You look up, spotting Abby leaning against the counter across the room. Chris lies peacefully in her arms, drinking from a small green baby bottle. "I hope you don't mind. Little guy was pretty hungry." You feel a warmth in your chest, smiling slightly and letting your head fall back. "How are you feeling?"

"Thank you." You whisper, tears of relief falling down your face. "I feel like I just got beat up for sure." You joke.

"Abby showed me how to draw a lion." Sadie says, holding up her drawing. You reach out with shaky arms, pulling the seven year old into a hug.

"It's beautiful, honey." You murmur, kissing her temple. "God, I'm so glad you're okay."

"She's a brave kid." Abby says with a shy, pretty smile, walking over to the bed and standing beside her. "Put up a hell of a fight when they told her she couldn't go into the O.R. with you."

"O.R.?" You ask, confused. "I had surgery? How long was I out?"

"Only a couple days." Abby says. "They had to, uh, fix you up a little." She spares you the gorey details, not wanting to scare Sadie.

"We got to play with Abby at her house!" Sadie grins happily. "She has a kid too!" You look at Abby, brows furrowed in confusion.

Abby chuckles. "She is very sure Lev is my son." She explains. You laugh, nodding in understanding. Her voice is so calming. Soft.

"Thank you for looking after them." You say, putting a hand on her strong forearm.

"It's the least I could do." She shrugs, cheeks turning a light shade of red. It compliments her freckles. "I explained everything to them, got it all cleared up. I, uh. I'm sorry about everything."

"Abby." You squeeze her arm lightly. "None of that is your fault." Abby looks down, nodding. Chris starts whining, his now empty bottle suddenly becoming an invasion of his space. Abby smiles at the tiny boy, setting the bottle down on the bedside table.

"I think someone will be very happy to see you." Abby says, laying Chris beside your head. He begins to cry, furious that he's no longer being held.

"Hey there, kiddo." You whisper, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "It's okay buddy." Abby helps you move him into your weak embrace, your arm curling delicately around him. Chris stretches his limbs out, continuing to cry. "I know. I'm here." You continue peppering his tiny cheek with kisses, hearing his cries turn into sniffles. "There's my sweet boy." Abby looks on with a warm smile.

"Mommy?" Sadie leans in, whispering something in your ear.

"Uh..." You look at Sadie with wide eyes, glancing at Abby for a moment before looking back at her. "Honey, I don't think- well, uh, you'd have to ask her about that."

Sadie turns to Abby with big, hopeful eyes. "Can we live with you?"

#the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #tlou #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #series #abigail anderson

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titoist · 1 year

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attempting to articulate to myself the details of the afore-mentioned "character"(maybe), "persona"(debatably), "compulsion to twist myself into the shape of someone else out of a chronic fear of my own perceived deficiency as a person"(almost certainly) - because i figure that this is something, that, mmm... it can only do me good to know more about the inner workings of. i suppose there are a few crucial factors, here, that strike me; 1.) my description of it as "a childlike drive to convince others i'm intelligent" is certainly getting at the very core dynamic at play, & it's easy to understand & explain as that, for sure..... but i do think, because of that simplicity, it's rendered sort of crudely, & not really getting the whole picture... i would say that it wasn't even so much about personal intelligence, as it was a sense of... personal wiseness? it wasn't about a want for people to be awed that i know mathematics, it was about a want for people to be awed by my descriptions, my personal insights... a want for my character to be mystic, drawing, compelling. perhaps i wanted to seem in control of myself, in the absence of that actually being true - or... something analogous. it isn't quite the strict definition of "intelligence" one might be inclined to imagine, at first... but, okay, okay, okay, okay... i've kind of backtread & elaborated on that to the point of tedium. i get it. clears throat and shuffles papers. let's see here... 2.) it kind of plausibly maybe possibly probably likely definitely certainly reinforced my not-so-dramatic addiction to relaying my thoughts online, ergo, my 'addiction' to receiving validation. which strikes me as a little strange, right? i was receiving validation for behavior which i felt, even then, was a bit viscerally removed from myself... if one were logically following that sense of dissonance, the hypothesis would be that I'd feel nothing at all from that praise, since it's fundamentally directed at something other than myself. but i think i get how it slots into place... when you're pretending to be something that you're not, but would like to be, any validation might correspond, subjectively, to you, as validation that you are that wanted self - that adult at the end of the rainbow. and it feels like the most wonderful, self-affirming, beautiful thing in the world. you feel at ease with yourself - you feel like an enlarged version of yourself, a gust of godlikeness may pass through you, etc, all that i described in an earlier post... and then, once again, the edge reasserts itself. you come to know that if an identity is constructed who's comfort and justification is purely & exclusively by virtue of external validation, then that identity can only be sustained by continual validation. you can only ever hope to keep chasing that initial high, and you double down harder & harder each time, because there's never enough. you start to think that you're crumbling down, fading, and if you've managed to truly convince yourself that the pretend-identity was your identity... well.... that's the tricky part - it's like an addict desperately taking a twelfth hit, attempting to regain the nirvana of their first. or, like, uh, i don't know, a guy who's falling down a set of infinite stairs with gradually increasing velocity. so unceremoniously &, in plain terms, deconstructing this phenomenon has been both... relieving, & frightening, in equal amounts. it's a sense equivalent to finalistically ripping the curtain back, skinning something, coring it. now that it's been so atomized, i can't really hope to return back to it. i mean, hopefully. that's sort of the point. awkwardly fumbles with microphone. and i guess that's that!

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fragilecapricornconfessions · 4 months

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I think I may have asked you before if you have ever seen the movie 50 First Dates starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. In this movie, Drew Barrymore's character gets into a bad car accident, and she has memory loss as a result of it. Her character and Sandler's character start dating in the movie, and every morning, he has to remind her that they are dating. Her memory always reverts back to the day before her accident, I believe. I haven't seen the movie in many years. In any case, the reason I bring it up is because I want these posts to serve as a reminder in a way. I fear that we may go months if not years without speaking to one another. I am already devastated by your absence, but in the event that we go a prolonged period time without speaking, I want these posts to serve two purposes: 1. I want you to see that I haven't stopped loving you all of this time. I have been thinking about you fondly and deeply every single day. 2. In case you have lost sight of what we once had, I want these posts to remind you of everything that we have been through while also making up for lost time. I recall you telling me one day about why you keep asking me about my family and my whereabouts. You told me that the reason you ask so many questions and that you ask them so often is because, when we used to see each other regularly, you always knew what I was up to. When you couldn't see me regularly, this was your only way of knowing what I'm doing or what I'm up to. I want to still provide you with these constant updates so that, in the fortuitous event that we reconnect and that my heart is able to feel the privilege and power of your love again, I want you to know everything that I have done during the silence. In many ways, it hurts me so deeply to not know what you're doing. It hurt me in so many ways that I can't just reach out to you and make sure you're doing well. I can't say good morning to you as I used to. I can't wish you a goodnight. I can't look into your beautiful, brown eyes and tell you how much you mean to me. I can't do any of these things anymore. I truly can't think of a fate more cruel than this. I have ruminated what could potentially be worse than this, and I keep drawing blanks. In my opinion, nothing is worse than not having you in my life. This is a fate worse than death. At least, while I'm alive, there always exists the possibility of a reunion. There is a chance I'll see your smiling face again. There is the hope that I will get to feel the warmth of your hug again. There is the dream that you and I will create a beautiful future together. I believe it. I believe in it all. Believe me, I do. I just need you to believe it too. If I am lucky enough that you get to read all of these posts one day, I want you to know that I have never lost hope. I want you to know and acknowledge that there is this guy crazy enough about you that he took the time to write countless, undelivered communications for you. You have occupied the deepest recesses of my mind, and you will continue to do so until I take my dying breath. I never believed in soul mates until I met you. Now I know with absolute certainty that soul mates incontrovertibly exist. They do. They are us. I love what we are. I want us to continue being us. I don't want us to fall prey to what the world thinks we should be. Others' opinion should have no bearing on our happiness, our plans for the future, and what we think should be the result of our friendship. I need you so badly. My heart is in such pain. I drove around for at least an hour today, and I cried the whole time. I kept thinking about how every pedestrian who was looking at me must have thought something is wrong with me. They wouldn't be wrong to assume that. I haven't been this vulnerable ever before in my life. I had a long talk with God today. I had asked him for a sign yesterday, and he didn't give it to me. I love the sign he gave me on December 13th, but I got nothing yesterday. I prayed so much and so hard for it but to no avail.

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cellophaine · 3 years

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Home With You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3003

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I figured I should give you guys a break from my smutty contents lol. And I just wanted to write an indulgent fluff piece.

As always, every likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are greatly appreciated! My heart goes into cha-cha-cha mode whenever I receive notifications from you guys (it's a happy mode)

Prompt requested by: Anonyomous (love you anon <3)

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"Matt?!"

You called out as you walked into his apartment; the exhaustion crept into your voice. His name echoed back to you in the empty place, a tell-tale sign of Matt's absence. You huffed out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out of your heels, padding into the living room on bare feet, much to your relief. You dropped your briefcase to the floor with abandon, planting face-first onto the couch, releasing another weary sigh. This was the third night in a row you missed him on his way out, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. You felt like you barely saw him as of late. All you had was the little time in the mornings with Matt's body wrapped around yours in the bed. And it wasn't enough. How could it be?

Your workload as a paralegal at Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz had picked up in the past few months. The pay was more than decent, but it resulted in more time assisting Jeri Hogarth in cases and less time spending with your boyfriend. The immense amount of guilt you felt kept building up, as you knew Matt was not happy about your situation, but he always knew what to say to make you feel better. You had spent time running around New York for researches, staying late at the office at Hogarth's requests.

The days would always end with you worn out to the bones. Matt hated how the job was clawing at you, chipping away a piece of you every day, leaving you stressed out and exhausted. But he was supportive anyway, understanding that it was your choice in the matter. And so, Matt was the only constant, comforting source in your life. He would be there every time you woke up, cuddling and kissing you, making sure that you had all your meals throughout the day, taking care of you when you couldn't do it yourself.

You dragged your enervated self into the shower, lathering yourself up with Matt's shampoo and body, indulging in his scent under the hot water. The clean smell of his soap in the shower steam helped relieve the ache of missing him in your chest. You had slept over his apartment every night. Still, ironic enough, you felt like you drifted away further from him, not of your own volition. Matt was the anchor that kept you close, but how long would it last? How long would he be willing to stay?

You patted yourself dry, walking into his bedroom, the air cool on your exposed skin. You opened the closet, pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You hugged it close to your chest, dropping your head low to inhale the smell of him. You pulled the shirt on along with his too-big sweatpants, tightening the strings at the waistband. You put on his socks, too, tucking them over the hems of the sweats, just like how he always did it. A habit of his that you had absorbed. A bittersweet thought struck you. Despite being in his apartment, often living in his space more than your own, you wore his clothes just to feel closer to him. He was close but never close enough.

You found your way to the couch again, plopping your head on the pillow. You curled into yourself, settling in a comfortable position. You didn't bother with dinner, for you craved something else. You just wanted him here. You wanted to spend every second you could get with him to make up for the time you had missed. You tried to stay up, waiting for him to come back. But the toll of the day pulled on your eyelids, luring you into sleep with much resistance from you.

A weightless feeling woke you from your sleep. You blinked sleepily; your hazy vision revealed Matt, still in his Daredevil suit, the helmet was nowhere in sight. His unseeing eyes radiated the comfort and affection you loved, and you hummed happily at the blessed sight of him. A smile pulled on the corner of Matt's lips as he laid you down on the bed, pulling the soft blanket over you. He brushed your hair off your eyes before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled sleepily at his gesture, tilting your face up as his warmth left your skin. Your lips met his halfway, and you sighed into the kiss that you craved with the entirety of your being. You needed this, needed him; you yearned for him. Your hand found its way to him; his light stubble tickled your fingertips. You caressed his face, needing to touch, to feel him, as the kiss grew heavy. Finally, he pulled back from you with much reluctance, within your reach, just enough so you could hear his whisper.

"Have you had dinner? I left you your favourite in the fridge."

You pressed your head into the pillow before shaking your head, along with a muffled confirmation of his suspicion. His brows furrowed, and you quickly pulled on his jaw, drawing him closer. You resumed the kiss, and once again, Matt was the one who broke away. Lowering your voice in a soothing tone, you asked in the hope of distracting him.

"Do you have any injuries that needed to be looked at?"

"It was a pretty uneventful night. I know what you're doing, and it's not working."

He responded at once; his head shook slightly in disapproval. He knew you too well. You knew that. But you didn't want to get up while all you wanted was to bask in his familiarity, his warmth again.

"I had a very long day. I just want to go back to sleep, with you. Please?"

Your desperate plea tugged at his heart. His eyes softened as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Alright. But you will have a big breakfast, first thing when you get up."

You bit your lip, brows waggling at him, even though you knew he couldn't see that. A playful, suggestive tone glided into your voice.

"Oh, I definitely would like something 'big' for breakfast."

He let out a small laugh at your terrible tease.

"I'm serious. I was gone for a few hours, and you already neglected yourself."

"I promise. I'll be yours for the entire weekend. Now, can you get your ass in this bed, preferably naked? Pretty please."

He chuckled, standing up to pull his protective gear off. A few rustles later, the mattress dipped as Matt climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses on your hair. You turned onto your back, giving him easier access to your lips. He eagerly took you on your offer, pulling you in for a soft kiss, so soft that it made you melt into his embrace. He moved to kiss your cheeks, making his way to your eyelids, ending the kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep now, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

You turned to your side to cuddle into him, curling your hand behind his muscular back. You nuzzled your face into his firm chest, kissing and nibbling sleepily on the naked skin. You fell asleep promptly, grateful for the weekend ahead of you.

Your phone buzzed again and again on Matt's bedside table. You groaned, burrowing your face further into Matt's chest. The faint scent of blood and sweat, of Matt, infiltrated your senses through a daze. However, whoever on the other side stayed persistent; calls came in after calls. Finally, you untangled your limbs from Matt's with frustration, answering the call to hear Hogarth's voice on the other side.

"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you pick up your damn phone?"

"It's… it's the weekend."

"And? This case won't go away itself. Come in now, or you're fired."

Your ears met with the dead tone from the other line. You fell back onto the warm bed, feeling like you could burst into tears. Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a silent scream. Matt propped on his elbow, caressing your back with the other hand.

"Stay here. Quit the job. You deserve so much better than how Hogarth's treating you."

You murmured.

"I can't. Her words have weight. She can really help me with my career. The pay isn't bad either."

"I know, but it's not worth it. I don't like seeing you bend over backward to every of her demand. I can feel your exhaustion every night. I hate seeing you so harrowed and stressed out."

You sighed heavily.

"It's not like I can quit right away. Not until I can secure a better job somewhere else. Rent in Hell's Kitchen is crazy. Until then, I'm stuck with her."

You moved around in the place, talking to Matt as you got ready. When you stepped out of the bathroom into the living room, dressed in your work attire, Matt walked over to where you stood, offering you a cup of tea. You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheeks. Then, you raised on your tiptoe, kissing him swiftly before picking up your briefcase, making your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I can't drink the tea. I'm already late. I'll see you later tonight?"

Matt fell into silence; his head turned away from your direction. The mugs of tea in his hands stayed still and abandoned. You felt an awful jerk on your heartstring for leaving him like this. You spoke softly.

"I love you."

One moment of silence, then two. Matt reluctantly spoke, his voice small, barely audible.

"Love you, too."

You gnawed on your bottom lip in defeat, walking out the door. Your heart grew heavier with every step you took, carrying you further away from him.

When the elevator opened, you were working at your desk, just outside of Hogarth's office. You looked up just in time as the infamous P.I of Hell's Kitchen walked past your desk, sparing a glance towards you. You sprang up from your seat, running after her.

"Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Unfortunately, Ms. Hogarth is not available at the moment."

Jones reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of intoxication. She scoffed.

"I don't care if she's fucking another secretary in there. Step aside. I don't want to hurt you."

You stood in her path, taking your stance. Although preventing Jessica Jones from entering your boss' office wasn't your job, Hogarth made you do it anyway. She made you do many things that went beyond your responsibilities as a paralegal, as she always held her power over your head like an invisible sword, readied to strike at any given time.

Jessica rolled her eyes, sidestepping you. You stuck your foot out in her path, making her boot catch on your heel. She stumbled lightly, whirling around to face you.

"Seriously?"

You swallowed, shrugging.

"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

"Maybe that girl should get another job and stop working for that monster."

Jessica quickened her pace, pushing the door open as you chased after her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hogarth, but she …."

"… tired of your shit, Hogarth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jessica gritted out the words. Your boss sent a deathly glare at you.

"Leave us."

She flicked a wrist at you, and you closed the door behind you as fast as you could. You went back to your desk, speeding through your mountain of paperwork. About half an hour later, Jessica walked out with a menacing expression on her face, heading straight for the elevator. Jeri walked out about two minutes later, looming over your desk.

"If that happens again, I will personally destroy your little, pathetic career. You hear me?"

You nodded solemnly.

"Have them on my desk before 5."

Hogarth left you alone for the rest of your time there. You were done with the work at a little over 3 PM. You dropped it off, and it was refreshing to see a surprise expression on her face for once instead of the usual scowl you received. Then, you headed straight for Matt's place, couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend, despite the little not-an-argument you had earlier that day.

He wasn't home when you got there. You sighed, afraid you had messed things up with him. After changing into something more comfortable, you sat down on Matt's kitchen table with your laptop open and a steamy plate of food Matt left you last night. You sat there, your fingers tapping away on your device for what felt like hours until you heard the sound of the door being opened. Matt walked in, dressed in his usual gym clothes with a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair stuck out adorably. You stood up, lingering at the chair. You cleared your throat.

"I'm… sorry for this morning. Are we … okay?"

You ached to hug him, to be gathered into his arms, to kiss him. Your bottom lip trembled slightly. You wouldn't know what to do if he said no.

He could sense your uncertainty with every word. His face softened at your vulnerable disposition, his arms opened wide, dropping his cane and bag to the floor with little care.

"Of course we are."

You lunged into his embrace, holding him tight as he picked you up easily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You found his lips, pouring your heart and soul into the kiss. Eventually, you pulled away from each other as you gasped for air, your foreheads touching.

Matt lowered you down to the ground, still holding you in his arms, his hand caressing your spine in a soothing motion.

"I'm looking up other jobs. Hogarth is … horrible, and I'm always stressed out. You're right. It's not worth it."

"You know … Nelson & Murdock can use a helping hand."

Matt raised his brow at you; an endearing grin pulled at the corner of his lips. You smacked his chest playfully.

"As if I'm not helping you guys in my free time already."

You trailed a finger from the waistband of his sweats, ghosting over his abdomen and chest, ended your way at the pulse on his neck, stroking the delicate arc of his throat. Matt let out a small groan of pleasure.

"That means you already have an in with the firm."

You squinted your eyes at Matt while he feigned innocence.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I would love to have you there. We still have to discuss this with Foggy, but I think he'd be thrilled."

The earnestness in his voice was unconcealed. Working for Matt and Foggy was a tempting proposal, but you wanted to give it some thought first.

"Let me think about it."

The week started anew, with another visit from Jessica Jones. Only this time, you didn't cease your work pace, even as she walked past your desk. Jessica halted, looking at you skeptically.

"Why are you not stopping me right now? Did Hogarth call of her little guard dog?"

You looked up from your computer screen, giving her a nonchalant shrug.

"Nah, the order is still in effect. But I don't care."

The P.I gave you a nod and headed for Hogarth's office.

Before the workday ended, you were summoned by your fuming boss. Hogarth stood at her desk, a glass of whiskey clutched tight in her hand. She looked upon your entry, sneering at you.

"What part of preventing Jessica Jones from entering my office that you didn't understand? Do you —"

"I understand. I just don't care."

You dropped off the folder on Hogarth's desk. She narrowed her eyes at the manila envelope.

"This is my letter of resignation. I quit. I would say it was an honour to work with you, but that would be a lie."

You left the office that day feeling so much better than you had felt in months. There was a spring in your steps as you climbed the stairs to Matt's place. You walked in as an aroma of mouthwatering food being cooked engulfed you, welcoming you home. Matt was in the kitchen, facing the stove. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Matt lifted an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. Then, he turned off the stove, fully angled his body to you and gave you a warm embrace.

"So you did it? How did she take it?"

"She was furious, Matt. She threatened to make sure I could never practice law ever again. Over and over. But I'm not worried. She can threaten me however she wants. I know the law."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're better off without her. And if she dared to do that, you wouldn't be alone. Foggy and I will have your back."

You hugged him even tighter, pressing your ear to the steady rhythm of his heart. You stayed like that for a moment as the sound of Hell's Kitchen played in the background. Matt buried his nose into your hair, peppering your face with kisses. Then, at last, he spoke up.

"So, have you given more thoughts on working for Nelson & Murdock?"

You made a tsk sound, tapping a finger against your lips, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

"I don't know. Wouldn't it make quite a scandal since I'm dating one of the bosses?"

"Considering the other boss already knows about the arrangement, no one else has to. We can keep a secret -"

Matt dipped his head; his lips brushed over the curve of your ear purposefully. The mere contact sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Finally, he released the last part of his sentence; his voice dropped dangerously low, dripped in an alluring invitation.

"- and have fun with it."

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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DRUNK CONFESSION

Pairing: Gladio x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.367

Warnings: none, fluff

Synopsis: After a night in Lestallum's nightlife, yn makes an unplanned confession.

Laughing and swaying, Yn bumped into Gladio as they were on their way back to the hotel 'Leville'. She giggled as she bounced back from his solid body. Gladio held her steady with his hands on her small shoulders before she would trip over, "You belong into your bed, sweetheart.", he chuckled, amused how yn tried to get a clearer mind by shaking her head.

"No... I'm fine...", she mumbled and looked up at the huge King's Shield. Suddenly, she stopped giggling. She stared into Gladio's eyes and into his face, taking in every inch as if she saw him for the very first time, "Why are you so damn beautiful.", yn said low, sounding more sober than minutes ago.

Shaken with surprise, Gladio raised his brows, "W-what?"

"You're beautiful. Sure, you're also sexy, tall, handsome, all this but also so god damn beautiful with your amber eyes, your soft brown hair, your perfect lips."

Insecurely, Gladio chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. It was one thing to be confident about oneself but it was something different if someone else was so straight forward mostly when it was yn who wasn't known for such outbreaks, "Come on, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying.", Gladio said laughing, trying to push yn softly into the right direction.

But she stopped and stemmed herself against his moves, "I'm serious, Gladio.", she slurred, "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And then, you're also so nice and sweet and strong. You're the epitome of walking perfection."

"Thank you very much. We-"

"I understand why you're so successful with women. Although, if I think about it now, there were barely any new trophies by your side recently. Why's that? Why are you going out for drinks with me instead of having fun with some ladies?"

"Come, we bring you to bed."

"And my questions?", yn asked stubbornly.

"Here's the deal: if you go to bed now and you can still remember this weird conversation later, I will answer the questions. Alright?"

"Deal. And don't think you can escape me easily.", yn said serious, stumbling forward.

"Yeah, I fear I can't.", Gladio whispered concerned.

***

The next morning, yn sneaked out of her room she shared with Iris to go down the hallway in search of Gladio. The door of the boy's room was already open. Prompto sat on his bed with crossed legs and checked the pictures he had made the day before.

"Hey, Prompt. Where's Gladdy?"

"He said something about the panorama view spot. I guess he wants to see the meteor in the morning light. Would be a nice motive tho..."

"Thanks."

"Hey, uhm... Is everything alright between you and him?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't it be?", Yn asked confused.

"Well...", Prompto said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Prompt, spit it out."

"He was unusually quiet as he came back. And I guess, he had barely slept considering the dark circles and the grumpy mood."

"Oh... I'll go and check on him."

***

As yn found Gladio, he leant against the handrail, supporting himself with his arms and letting his eyes wander over the view. Slowly, she approached him and for the first time, she wasn't sure how things were between them, "Good morning.", she said softly and watched how Gladio stiffened by the sound of her voice.

"Morning.", he answered low.

She stopped next to him, copying his posture while looking over the scene. The view was indeed incredible. As he stayed silent, she knew she had to start, "Prompt said you haven't slept. Was it because of my ... confession last night?", she asked softly and watched how Gladio pressed his jaw together while he kneaded his hands.

"You still remember that, huh?", he asked low, avoiding her eyes.

"Yeah... I mean, I was the one who had said all these things and I... Even if I drink very, very much, I barely forget something. Boon and bane of me.", yn explained, "I also remember my questions about your ladies or rather ... the absence of ladies. I... Look, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have asked all these things about your private life."

"And all the other things? About my appearance?", Gladio asked, turning his head towards her but still not looking into yn's eyes.

"Sorry, big guy, I meant them. All of it. Maybe I wouldn't have blurted them out if I hadn't been drunk or... wouldn't have said them at all, but... I won't take them back. I really meant them. I guess, your ego can handle that because you're used to such compliments."

Gladio nodded but stayed silent.

"But like I said it's not me to judge whom you meet or not. So, I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.", Yn said and as he still stayed silent, she decided to leave him alone to give him some space and time.

"It's because of you.", Gladio said low.

"W-what?"

"That there aren't any 'ladies' around me.", Gladio said, copying her choice of words, "That's because of you. And no, no one called me beautiful before. At least, not as you did."

"Wait a sec! What do you mean with "it's because of me"? I haven't done anything!"

"You didn't have to. I developed feelings for you therefore, I already spend time with the lady I prefer the most."

"Gladio, I... I had no idea."

"And that's how it should be. You shouldn't feel obliged and I didn't want to make it awkward between us."

"You mean awkward like right now?"

"Yeah... I mean, I would lie if I say I wouldn't feel flattered about your compliments but...you were drunk-"

"You know what they say: children and fools tell the truth.", yn said and closed up on Gladio who looked at the ground. Never before, she had seen this big guy so intimidated and insecure, "Gladio, I really meant every single word. And I... I could imagine more between us than just a friendship. I just never thought I would be your type."

Gladio shook his head and chuckled while he stepped forward, taking one of her hands in his, drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, "So, we both want more and neither of us said something?"

"I did say something yesterday! Maybe we should have gone out earlier...", yn considered thoughtfully while tapping her lips with her index finger.

Gladio cupped her face with his free hand, craning her head up to meet his eyes, "And maybe we should just kiss?"

"Better idea, big guy.", Yn said with a bright smile. She got on her tiptoes to reach his lips while Gladio bent down to kiss her softly. Quickly, the kiss became stronger and yn flung her arms around his neck while Gladio embraced her waist to bring her closer and to cherish the moment that increased his heartbeat...

"Yes! Finally! Ahhh!"

Startled by the sudden turmoil, Gladio and yn separated and turned over to the source of the noise. They saw Prompto, Noctis and Ignis lying tangled together on the ground with Iris on top of them who smiled from ear to ear triumphantly, "I almost thought you two would never come together. It took you two ages!"

"What to the biting Sabertusk is going on here?", Yn called out, chuckling and watching how her friends got slowly back on their feet.

While Noctis and the others tried to clean their clothes from the dust, Iris ran towards yn and embraced her strongly, "Finally! You two are perfect together.", the small bubbly girl said giggling.

While yn embraced Iris back, she saw an exchange of Gil between the boys. Noctis and Ignis gave a small amount of money to Prompto. Prompto, grinning from ear to ear, counted the money while Noctis stood there with crossed arms, "One more month and I would have won.", the prince muttered.

"Don't worry, your highness, next time, I will ask you for permission.", Yn said chuckling.

Gladio stepped forward, placing his hand on yn's shoulder, "Next time?", he asked with one raised brow but with a smirk on his lips.

Yn looked up, "Just kidding.", she said with a wink.

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avungerthatgotaway · 3 years

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The Soldier of the Night

heyyyy guys!! this is my first ever request fic and im so excited to do iiiit. please tell me what you think of it in the comments🥰

it's made for this request

summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...

warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect

pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

Sorry for grammar mistakes.

If you have request feel free to ask🥰

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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.

And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.

Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.

-Avengers pov

Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.

When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.

"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.

"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"

"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."

"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.

They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.

-2nd person pov

Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.

Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.

That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.

You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.

The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.

But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.

Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.

You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.

"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.

You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.

"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.

"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.

"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"

By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.

"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"

You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.

"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"(your age)" you quietly said.

"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."

You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.

"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.

"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"

"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"

"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"

"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.

"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."

You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.

A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.

"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.

But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.

"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.

"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.

"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.

"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."

"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"

"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."

"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.

"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."

"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"

"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."

"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.

"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.

"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.

"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.

"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."

"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.

You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.

That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.

Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.

Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.

You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)

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lanland04moure · 3 years

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Very long text, the end of a series

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The door burst open giving way to the rushing sounds caused by the boys entering the room. I took a seat on the bed and they were all there.

Taehyun was the first to speak.

—They've found them. They've been put to safety.— He paused unnecessarily, should I celebrate? You were safe now.

—Yeonjun was not with them.— Soobin's words broke my heart again.

•×•

I woke up, not sure what was going on, without moving I managed to look around, the building collapsed on top of us. Could we die here, would they find us?

I have no idea how much time has passed or if they are even looking for us. I try to stand up. But a great pain in my left shoulder stops me.

It hurts a lot.

I don't remember where I am in the building and it's killing me that I left those girls alone and now we are in this situation. I try again, this time slower. Pain travels up and down my back but this time I don't stop.

I glance around again and remember that it was just that that got me into this mess.

A column. A column was what kept me from being crushed to death. I see no way out, everything is collapsed, I'm trapped.

I need to get out, I need to get out of here, I need you.

I move around the place looking for a way out. There must be a way, there must be a way out.

Please wait, I'm on my way to you.

•×•

We left the apartment immersed in a silence that was not normal for us. Especially the guys.

We were all willing to check on our own if it was true that you were not among those who were rescued.

Because if it was true, if you were not there, where were you? Where did you go?

I needed to convince the rescuers to look some more.

Please hang in there!

The rescue teams are already leaving the site by the time we arrive. It's over for them. They found most of the victims, that's all that matters to them.

For them the testimonies of these girls who claim that you saved them were not enough. I see them crying, I see them begging you to continue the search. They cry for you, they are worried about you. And that's enough for me to take their word for it.

But they don't really care.

They insist, they claim that you are there, they claim that it was you who saved their lives.

Where are you Choi Yeonjun?

I don't want to give you up for lost. I don't want to think that I have lost you. I don't want to get the idea that I lost you.

If they don't look for you, I will. I'm going to get you out of there.

I made sure that no one was watching me, that everyone was distracted so I could sneak through the concrete debris. Not far from where I was entering, the television stations were interviewing the rescued women.

A group of trainees and stylists from the agency.

They asked them the same questions, made them repeat their story over and over again. But they still didn't believe a word of it.

But I do, I really believe them.

My heart knows they are not lying. Whatever happens I will rescue you.

"He was there, I can swear it. He was the one who saved our lives".

"He saved us, he was willing to give his life for ours."

"I owe him my life, that's why I refuse to end the search. He is out there somewhere."

Once upstairs I heard my name being called. I didn't turn around though. Nothing would stop me. I would get to you.

But Kai's screams were getting louder and louder. Which would draw attention. I had to be quick, I had to keep them from reaching me.

—Noona what are you doing? Noona you're going to hurt yourself!— Seeing that I wasn't going to stop Heuning carefully climbed up after me. All the while wailing.—My hyungs are going to be upset.—

—Noona is going to get hurt, but she doesn't care.—

—Soobin Hyung is going to lose his mind when he notices Noona is gone.— Lost in his words we made it to the top of that huge concrete mountain, there were so many places to start looking.

You could be anywhere. They swear you helped them so we have to find you.

We can't give up.

We split up and started moving and searching through the rocks. We will find you, don't worry.

After about 20 minutes a distant scream caught my attention.

They were calling me, was it you? I stood still with the intention of listening clearly. But it wasn't you and it wasn't just me they were looking for.

The boys had already noticed our absence.

I tried to ignore them, tried to silence them in my mind. But I found it impossible the boys were insistent and I knew Kai wouldn't ignore them.

—Min where are you?—

—Heuningkai where did you go?—

—Hyuka!!!—

—Min!!!—

I still continued my search. If the rescuers quit, we wouldn't. At least I haven't

—Huyng!!! Hyung!!!—

—Heuning damn it! What are you doing up there?—Beomgyu's shout echoed through the place.

—I went up following Noona.—

—What?!!! MIN IS UP THERE?!!!—The unmistakable voice of Soobin reached my ears. After his shout all was silence again.

I continued my search, the concrete pieces were heavy, too heavy to tell the truth. But it didn't matter because I just wanted to get to your side.

I felt in my heart something that told me we were close. We were close to you. I leaned down again to move another rock when something abruptly brought me back to my full height.

—Are you crazy? What do you think you can do up here alone? You're only going to hurt yourself!—he was clearly angry and about to lose his mind.

•×•

I was worried about you, how ironic isn't it? I'm the one at risk of being buried to death, but I still can't be selfish, I can't think only of myself. Every minute here I was flooded with worry about how you were doing.

The more time passed, the more it became a torture to keep my eyes open for long periods of time. I was resigned to the fact that I would never get out of here.

Time seemed to move so slowly that it made me think about the probability that maybe I was already dead, but it was not possible, how did I know?

Because of the pain. I once heard that it was pain that made us human or something like that. Because of that and the immense pain that spread through my body I knew I was still alive.

But what I wasn't sure yet was if I would still be alive to remind you how much I love you.

What did we do to deserve this, is it some kind of lesson to make you value what you have and those who are with you, is it some kind of punishment? Thousands of questions come to me in the moment, but so does your image.

Your smile.

It was your smile that made me fix my eyes on you, did I ever tell you that?

Your smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and of course it still is. That was the first time I saw you.

It was right after our debut.

Soobin was very tired and looked sick, but he wouldn't admit it. One day just like that you appeared in our practice room, carrying some lunch boxes with you.

Beomgyu immediately stood up to help you and Soobin pulled you to him in a tight embrace. His face and yours glowed with happiness as you were in each other's arms. And something stirred inside me.

It turned out that you brought some snacks for everyone, soobin bragged that you were the best cook. I can't deny it, your food was delicious.

Remembering that day I had an immense craving for that rich food that was your favorite, something typical of your city. Some time later it became mine too.

•×•

One by one each of the boys came up behind us.

Soobin was still upset, but I knew he would help us, he would support us. We would find you, we would.

We basically split into groups so we could move the rocks. About 20 minutes passed and there was definitely no trace of you.

Come on Jun, you can't do this to us.

Time went by and little by little more people joined our search. The girls you rescued, agency staff. Even MOA was coming from different parts of the city to help us find you, we all wanted you back.

The authorities were completely opposed to what we were doing, because there was a possibility that someone would suffer some kind of injury. But we didn't care.

More MOA's slowly arrived to help. Girls who had taken a train, or taken a plane ride to help find their idol. I would love for you to see the love everyone is showing you right now.

Why wouldn't we let you, wouldn't we.

The newsreels were all about filming us. They were broadcasting us for hours, broadcasting as much as they could of our search work.

In the headline you could clearly read ;

THEY ARE THOSE WHO STILL HAVE HOPE

And boy, did we have hope.

No one was giving up. We are fighting for you. Hours went by, endless hours in the sun. And now I was really losing hope. We had moved tons of debris and nothing to show for it.

Should we resign ourselves?

I took a moment. A moment to admire all these people who took the risk of joining our search. What will happen will happen. Whether we found you or not, I was going to be eternally grateful for it. Maybe it was time to take a break. Or maybe it was time to give up and stop.

The sun was killing me.

The heat was intense and the glint of something was burning in my eyes. I covered them for a moment, it was bugging me.

Where was it coming from?

I slowly withdrew my hand and looked around for it. I couldn't believe it. It had to be. It had to be. It was your watch.

Your watch was barely peeking through the rubble.

—It's here, it's here."—

•×•

The more time passed the stronger the pressure I felt.

My heart ached so much, I ached so much from how much I missed you and the fear I felt about leaving you alone. I was desperate to get out. To come back to you.

My body slowly stopped responding, maybe because I was tired. Maybe because of the hunger I felt or maybe because of how damaged and hurt it was.

And just now that he was so close to freedom. It was a matter of minutes, a matter of moving a few more rocks. But it was impossible, I reached my limit. I saw the light, I saw the light of my freedom but everything went black.

I wish I could turn back time and not fight with you. Or failing that take Soobin's advice and stay with you the whole day.

•×•

Taehyun ran beside me as soon as he heard my screams.

We had finally found you!

In a matter of seconds there were dozens of hands moving and throwing the rocks in the area where you were. All treading cautiously but in a hurry to get you out of there as soon as possible.

I'm not going to lie to you. I was praying to God that you would be okay, that he wouldn't take you away from me. When we finally managed to get you out of that place, the paramedics snatched you from our arms.

They did not allow us to see you, they immediately transferred you to the nearest hospital, they had to make sure you were okay, that you were not hurt in any way.

I don't know how long we spent in the waiting room of that hospital, they didn't allow us to see you, they didn't want to give us any report.

We didn't know anything.

Was it so serious?

Doctors came in and out of your room non-stop, but they kept ignoring our pleas for information, it got to the point where they forbade the nurses to come near us.

And just like that, one day when we were still waiting for some details about your health condition, this girl came up to us.

It was a nurse, she asked me to accompany her, without hesitation I went after her.

She would take me to you.

You had woken up, after a week, you had woken up and the first thing you did was to ask for me.

•×•

I woke up once again.

I was alone and without further ado I began to remember everything I had experienced being trapped in the building.

A nurse came into the room, not once did she look at me.

—Park Min, I need to see Park Min.— The nurse left the room without giving me a word or even a small glance. Time marched on, but nothing was happening.

Or so I thought, because within seconds after my thought the door to the room opened again.

But this time it showed me someone totally different. This time it was your beautiful eyes peering out from the other side of that door.

You crept in. Neither of us uttered a word. Then you threw yourself weakly onto the gurney crying and with what little strength I had I clung to you even tighter.

I was afraid that we would be separated again. And now we would not be able to find our way back like this time.

—All the time I was so worried about you.—

—Why? It was you who was stuck in that place, you should have left that for us. I was so scared I'd never see you again, that we'd get separated like that after that stupid fight.—

—I was worried about getting to leave you alone, I knew you'd be scared and I was so mad at me for turning down that dinner the other night.—

—That's in the past, let's try to forget about it. We're here together now.—

—Please never forget how much I love you.—

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ A NIGHTMARE ❜

with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza and the Reyes brothers.

Request #1: Please tell me mine makes the count for the first 10 lmao But if you can. Can you please do a Riz request where the girl is a sister, possibly a Reyes sister and the two of them are secretly together. And they spend the night together until her two brothers open the door and see them?

BY @firebenderwolf

Request #2: helloooooo i would to request an imagine with riz ariza in which the reader is angel and ez sister. the plot about something fluff like cuddling or having a cute whatever is better for you. Thank you so much🤍

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: anout 1.8k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @fromthesixteenthfloor

Masterlist.

Suddenly waking up, covered by sweat and your heart racing, you grab the baseball bat next to your bed. You're pretty sure that you heard a strange noise coming from the living room, but EZ and Angel are out of town. So you just hope that it was part of your nightmare. Slowly walking through your brother's flat, barefoot and trying to be silent, you turn on the lights. Everything seems under normality. The windows are closed and the main door is locked. Nothing is thrown over the floor and the TV is off. Coming back to your room with the same defensive position and the bat raised up in front of your eyes, ready to beat whoever's ass, you run like never before as soon as you reach your dorm. Putting the latch that Angel installed for you, for these days, you crawl to your bed to grab your phone starting to cry for no reason. Typing Riz's number by heart, you wait impatiently for hearing his voice.

“Mi amor, what's up?” He was sleeping, noticing it in the low tone he uses to speak.

“Can yo—you come to my house, pl—please?” You can't help but sob, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.

“Shit, yes, of course, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Feeling awake, he sounds like he's getting up from his bed, looking for some clothes to wear.

“I just… have a nigh—nightmare, and I'm freak—freaking scared”.

“I'll be there in ten, okay?”

“Ok—Okay…”

You can't stop checking the hour on your phone every single second, biting superficially your nails without breaking them, trying to calm yourself somehow. You're not used to having nightmares, and usually when it happens, you don't remember what happened. But when your screen turns on again with a text message from Riz, you start to cry again unconsolable, leaving it away and getting up from your bed to run towards the entrance. And, as soon as you open the main door, you jump into him. Your boyfriend doesn't hesitate to hold you tightly, surrounding his waist with your legs, clinged to him with all your strength.

“It's okay, mi amor… It's okay, I'm here”. He whispers caressing your back, coming into the house and closing the door behind his back.

Sinking your face into his neck, you try to get a little more relaxed, less shaked and breathing somewhat better. He knows he doesn't need to say anything, being enough with his presence and his lovely touch. It's the first time he hears you cry and it's really breaking his heart. Leading his steps towards the nearest sofa, Riz sits there holding you yet, before cupping your cheek in his hands. Cleaning your tears without any word uttered, he leans to peck your lips softly.

“I'm here, mi amor, don't cry”. He mutters, leaving now some clingy kisses in your cheeks to make you laugh. At least, a little.

“Can you… please stay tonight?” You almost beg him, sniffing but not crying anymore.

“You don't have to ask for it, mi reina”. He just says, showing you that smile you love more than anything.

Riz has that power on you that anyone else has. He husks your demons, your insecurities, your fears. Anything bad that runs through your mind, he puts it down. And he does it so easily that sometimes surprises you. Resting your head over one of his shoulders, you surround him with your arms, closing your eyes just for some seconds in the meantime you recover your peaceful breathing.

“Do you want me to prepare you a tea or something?”

You shake your head softly.

“Okay, I'm gonna take you to bed, alrai'?”

Standing up from the sofa, he walks towards your room with a slow pace, until reaching it. Placing your feet on the white fluffy carpet, Riz starts to undress himself leaving only his boxers, to lie down by your side drawing you into his arms, after turning off the lights. One of his hands falls on your neck, while the other caress your skin under the short sleeve, tangling your legs with his. Placing gently kisses on your forehead, you rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyelids. Now you feel more safe than ever, even if there's any danger close.

“I love you”. You whisper into his ear, leaning some inches to kiss his cheek.

You're not used to saying these three simple words, but instead using a lot of pet-names. So every time you utter them, your boyfriend smiles like an idiot, just like you do. You don't know how it happened, exactly. Since you two met, you couldn't avoid flirting unconsciously, until you found out that you were in love with each other to the gills. And one night at the clubhouse, he couldn't wait much more to kiss you. Sometimes it's difficult to hide it from your brothers, but it's been eight months since you started and they don't suspect anything, even if you know that one day you will have to tell them about your relationship. But for the moment, you don't want to think about it, getting more comfy under his arms.

“I was thinking of asking Bishop for some days off, so we can go somewhere”. Riz comments with feigned causality, making you laugh low.

“Sounds good”. You nod, raising your eyes towards the black ones. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I don't know… Tijuana, Los Angeles, San Diego. Depends on if you prefer more heat desert or beach”.

“Anywhere is perfect without having to hide”.

“Fuck, yes”. The mexican can't help but break into laughter. “Do you feel better?”

Turning over his side, he caresses the line of your jaw softly. You just nod in silence, before pressing your lips on his. Getting perfectly molded, you tangle your fingers in his hair, not wanting to let him go.

“I love you, mi amor”. He says between some kisses.

You wake up rested and feeling better than other nights, sticking your back to his chest and tangling your fingers with the ones around your neck and waist, shortening the distance. Feeling how Riz holds you tightly and leaves some kisses on your head, you purr softly drawing a smile on your lips. You would like to spend the whole morning like that, just enjoying his pampers in silence. But he has to work and you have to study for an exam. So that calm doesn't last long.

“Talk with your brothers about the nightmare, when they come ba—”.

“We're already here, old ass!”

Angel's voice freezes your blood. Suddenly opening your eyes and sitting up over the bed with a terrified look on your faces.

“Shit…” Your boyfriend snorts, rubbing his face with both hands.

“Maybe they didn't hear you”. You try to whisper.

“What the fuck, girl? I'm answering him”.

“Angel…” EZ's just says.

“What? He's fucking our little sister, man!”

“And you're fucking the whole Santo Padre”. Your brother responds, making you chuckle, seeing Riz getting up to get dressed.

“We're not talking about my cock”.

“Not even about Riz's”. You add then, stepping out from your dorm, walking towards them in the living room. “Jeez… You look like shit”.

Angel raises an eyebrow with his eyes on yours, before rolling them.

“Thank you, that's very kind”. Ezekiel smirks, having a sip from his coffee. “Having fun in our absence?”

“I had a nightmare. I thought someone came to… steal or something, and I was fucking scared”.

“So you call him”.

“Who else, idiot?”

“Pops?” EZ says as if it wasn't obvious.

“Guys”.

“Dirty old ass”.

“Angel, I'm gonna fucking punch you el pinche hocico”. (Into the fucking mouth).

“Fight me, gnome”.

Lifting up both eyebrows looking at him, twisting your neck, you can't believe how immature he's sometimes.

“I will call you when I'm done later, okay?”

“No, you better don't call h—”.

“Ezekiel, can you hit Angel, please?”

Your brother obeys delighted, punching his shoulder, as he used to so when you were children. And the older gives him back another, distracting them so you can say goodbye to Riz, accompanying him to the main door.

“Thank you for coming last night”. You whisper, hearing your brothers complaining about the punches, while he kisses your forehead chuckling.

“Anytime, gnome”.

“Oh, c'mon!” You laugh palming his chest. “I love you…”

“I love you too”.

Coming back to the living room, after closing the door, you continue to the kitchen to have some coffee in a mug and sit at the table with your brothers. They stop fighting, waiting for some kind of explanation.

“He runs Vicki's house”.

“And you run the whole Santo Padre”. Ezekiel is drinking when he hears you, almost drowning between some coughs and cleaning his mouth with a hand.

“Anyone know?” He asks then.

“Yeah, Taza and Bishop”.

“Girl, what the fuck? How do they know before us?”

“I went to Taza's ranch to have dinner. Like… a lot of times”.

“You went to a house in the middle of nowhere with three men older than you?” Angel can't believe you, leaning towards the table.

“Yeah, and we did an orgy. Are you fucking idiot?” You growl hitting his forehead with your palm.

“Pops knows?” Turning to your other brother, you nod shrugging as if it wasn't obvious.

Suddenly, Angel throws himself to the floor, sobbing and tangling his hands over his own chest. You two look at him over the table, watching him feigning a heart attack or being possessed. Any theory is valid for whatever he's doing.

“You fucking drama queen…” Rolling your eyes, you sit up again.

“How much time do y—”.

“Eight months”.

“AY! AY, AY!” You can't help but break into laughs, hearing your big brother pretending to be crying.

“Fucking idiot”. Shaking your head, you get up from your chair to turn the table and fall onto Angel's abdomen like a plank.

“Don' touch me, you traitor, breaking my poor heart”.

“Anything that a Reyes sandwich doesn't fix”. The other says, falling onto you smashing both.

“FUCK, EZEKIEL”. The oldest and you complain laughing, barely breathing. “FUCKING MOVE”.

Squirming in the middle, you free yourself, lying on the floor between both. Looking at them, you place your arms under their necks pulling them closer.

“(Y/N) Ariza. How does it sound?”

“If you fuckin' change the ‘Reyes’ one day, I'm gonna run over him with pops' car”. Angel grunts palming your forehead.

“I'm more into tying his feet to it, and driving through the desert”. Ezekiel opines pursing his lips in a petty smile.

“You wouldn't if I poison you first”.

“Yeah, whatever. What happened last night?”

“I think it was just my subconscious missing my two favorite boys”.

“Do you see how fake that sounds, mi dulcecito?”

“Cierra el pinche hocico”. (Shut the fuck up). You chuckle with your eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I really missed you those four days, idiots…”

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panic-at-the-fiction · 3 years

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Hello Darling pt5

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister, and she is low-key in love with one of the originals. You know which one. The only problem is he is a low-key psychopath and neither of them remember that this isn’t their first meeting.

Warnings: I might be heading in a dark path with this one.

A/N: So like I wrote the first four chapters a month ago and now I gotta get back into writing more often. Though I have been waiting to write this chapter for a while. I’m pretty excited about it. Though I do have to admit I’m not as into our beloved kol as I was when I started this. But don’t worry I will keep writing for our dear boy.

You were woken up by the bright sun shining in your eyes. You rolled over to see your room a complete mess. There were clothes everywhere, things knocked over onto the floor. It was a shock to you. You couldn’t quite remember why your room was such a wreck. It wasn’t until you took a closer look at who’s clothes were on the floor that you realized what had happened.

It all slowly came back to you, the bar, the drinking, the stumbling through your apartment running into things. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory of it all. You and Kol drunkenly making out and laughing as you ran down the halls before stumbling to get your keys.

Kol, It wasn’t until you realized his absence that you heard the shower running in your bathroom. You smiled at the realization of Kol still being in your house. You hated to admit it but you liked him more than you should. Maybe he felt the same. Neither of you we’re the dating types but maybe things could work out for you both. Maybe if you...

A loud knock took you out of your thoughts. It was your older brother Stefan calling for you to answer the door. You quickly grabbed the closest clothes to you and threw them on. You ran to open the door but not before shutting the door to your bedroom in hopes of hiding the events of last night.

You opened the door and blocked your brother from seeing or entering the rest of your home. He looked you up and down taking in your appearance. He stopped, “nice shirt, is it new?”

You hadn’t even noticed that you had grabbed Kols shirt and not one of your own to throw on. You tried to drop it and hoped he would move on. “Hey Stefan, what are you doing here?”

“Oh I'm just on my morning rounds apologizing to people for whatever Damon did yesterday to upset them and of course I also just wanted to talk to my favorite sister.” He tried to peek over your shoulder into your apartment but you moved to block his view.

You rolled your eyes “I’m you only sister Stefan. Anyways it’s great you stopped by, but seriously though it wasn’t needed.” You tried to shut the door but before you could stop him he pushed past you and into your house.

“I see you’ve had some company.” He smiled and pointed at Kols jacket you had tossed onto the couch. “Hope I don’t know the poor bastard.” He smiled and set down. Making himself comfortable by placing his feet on the coffee table.

You pushed his feet down, grabbed the jacket and laid it on one of your dining room chairs. “It was just some guy I met at the bar last night you don’t know him.” Now you could have told Stefan about Kol. You had thought about it. It’s just ever since he’s last blood binge your brother has been different. He was cockier, if anything he was acting more like Damon. You couldn’t blame him. The past few months hadn’t been all that great for him. But things were better now he stopped drinking blood and now he had his humanity back on. Which was great and all but he was only doing good by pushing all his feelings down and redirecting them as hatred for the Mikaelsons specifically Klaus. Either way you knew he would just go back and tell Damon what he saw and you really didn’t want to deal with that.

You turned to ask your brother to leave when you heard the loud screech of the shower being turned off. Stefan turned and laughed at you. “Ohh your boyfriends still here isn’t he?”

You gave him a cold stare for his comment and he took the hint that you wanted him to leave. He got up from the couch and headed to the door. “Guess that’s my cue to go then. If you need anything sis you know where to find me.” With that he walked out of your apartment.

Once he was gone kol stepped out of your bedroom. He’s hair was still wet and he already had on his pants from last night. He smiled when he saw you standing in the living room. “Well I guess I’ve found my shirt then.”

You let out a sigh of relief and laughed. “So I’m just some guy you met at a bar now?” He took a few steps towards you.

“Oh you heard all that. I'm sorry I just didn’t want to tell my brother because in this town everyone will know and then I’ll have to deal with the judgmental police. Elena, Damon, and Caroline will all show up at my door with an intervention sign to tell me that sleeping with you was a mistake and then make a list of why the whole town should be against you and your family.” You couldn't help yourself from rambling on. This town was frustrating. No one in this town makes their own decisions without someone showing up to tell you off.

You were so lost in your own ramblings you didn’t notice how close kol has gotten to you. “ I hope you don’t actually think sleeping together was a mistake” He moves to rest his hands on your hips.

You smiled and looked up at him, trying to enjoy his hand on you. “I don't, I just know how this town works. Everyone’s decisions are taken very personally by everyone else. I can’t pick a brand of milk without Elena Gilbert getting on my ass about it. She’s the worst of the town. Just before you showed up I only had two friends in this town, Matt, whom we both know you have already met and Jeremy Elena’s brother. Three weeks ago Elena had Damon compel Jeremy to leave town and go to Denver to stay with family. I’ve been fighting with the two ever since.”

“I’m guessing my brother had something to do with that then?”

“Oh yes.” You put your arms around his shoulders. “I had fun last night.”

“Me too” he smiled and looked over your figure. “And I must say I love looking at you in my t-shirt, but I am going to need it back.”

You laughed and moved away from him and walked back to your room to get a clean shirt. You took off Kols and put on your new shirt. Kol watched you from your doorway. “I usually would stay longer but my brother needs me for some scheme of his so I have to get back to the mansion.” He quickly put his own tshirt back on and headed to grab his jacket from the chair you had laid it on. “I’ll call you whenever klaus is done using me as his errand boy. Hopefully we can do this again” he’s usually cocky demeanor back in full swing again.

You smiled to yourself thinking about seeing kol again. “I’m free again tonight if you want to meet at the grill again.”

“I guess I’ll see you then.” He smiled before leaving and closing the door behind him. Guess now all that was left was to wait for tonight.

Kols perspective

I left (y/n) apartment and headed back to the house. I couldn’t help but dread it. Thought of having to go back to my insane family and fix what was left after what our mother did last night. It wouldn’t be pretty that’s for sure.

I pushed open the front door of the mansion and walked into the drawing room where Klaus was waiting for me. “Hello Nicklaus”

“Hello Kol, you must have had a busy night. You never came home last night.” He had venom in his voice. I recognized his tone. It's his I know what you did and I’m angry about it voice. “My sources say you went home with the salvatore girl last night.”

“By sources you mean the abominations you call your pack.” I could see the anger bubbling inside him. It was good to know I did that. It’s none of his business what I’ve been up to.

Klaus took a deep breath “Kol I don’t think you should be seeing the Salvatore girl. Her brothers have been trying to kill our family for weeks now and I don’t know if you noticed they actually succeeded last night at killing one of us.”

Of course I knew this Finn was my brother too even if he was a boring suck up. “Really Klaus you're going to shame me using Finn's death to guilt me into something. Come on you can do better than that.” I turned to walk away hoping the conversation would be over now.

“Either way it doesn’t matter now I have something I need your help with Kol.” I stopped in my tracks and turned back around to listen to him. I hated helping Klaus but if I didn’t I knew he would just dagger me again. If Rebecca or Elijah had refused to help he would let it go or at least not stab them in the back, but them three were always together so you couldn’t expect less.

“We need to get the white oak stakes from the Salvatores. They have enough to kill all of us. I have my hybrids ready to kidnap their Bennett witch. I just need something as leverage to get her to cooperate. And I have someone in mind, Elena Gilbert’s brother Jeremy would definitely get the witch to work. I just need to find him. The Salvatores packed him up a few weeks ago so he could be safe. Since you're so close with one of the salvatores, maybe you might know where he is.”

I don’t know how he knew but he must have known about what (y/n) said to me. I’m sure if she knew klaus was looking for the other Gilbert she wouldn’t have told me where he was. It doesn't matter, it was her mistake not mine. If finding Jeremy Gilbert keeps Klaus happy and stops those brothers from killing my family then there’s no reason to keep this information from him, not even for some girl I’ve only met a few days ago. “Yeah I know where the Gilbert kid is. They shipped him off to Denver to stay with relatives.”

Klaus smiled and tossed me a set of keys I hadn’t seen before. “Great then you can go to Colorado and keep an eye on him. He doesn’t know who you are yet so you can report back to me on what he’s doing.” With that Klaus left.

I couldn’t believe he wanted me to go to Denver for his stupid plan. I was furious but I packed my bags anyway and took them out to the car. I didn’t really have much of a choice but to go along with his plan. It would keep me and my siblings alive. It was a smart plan, but why do I feel so guilty? I've done worse before and I’ve never felt guilty about those things. I mean (y/n) is just a girlI met a few days ago and it’s not like I haven’t already betrayed her in those few days. She shouldn’t mean anything to me anyways. But I feel as though I owe her at least an explanation before I go. I can’t explain it,but I feel like I can let my walls down around her as if I’ve known her for years. I have to put that aside. She can’t get in the way from now on I can’t let her distract me from anything.

Readers perspective

You sat at the bar like you usually did every night. You ordered your usual drink and waited for kol to show up like you had planned for. Only he didn’t show. Hours passed before it was starting to get late. 10:00 rolled around and fair enough a mikaelson did walk in the door just not the one you wanted to see.

Surprisingly Elijah took a seat on the bar stool beside you. “Do you mind if I sit here?” He asked ever so the polite one of the family. “I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but my brother kol has left town. Klaus has him doing some errand for him upstate. Before kol left he told me to come here and tell you he was gone and wouldn’t be back for a while.” Elijah turned to face you and he softened for a moment. “I hope you take my advice and stay away from my brother. Our family brings nothing but trouble to the people around us. He’s done this before to you I’m afraid but trust me you don’t want to get involved with any of us more than your brothers already have.”

With that Elijah got up and left you sitting alone. What did he mean by having done this to you before? He must have meant the ball where he attacked Matt but that doesn’t seem right. It didn’t really matter any ways you wanted an explanation from kol.

You grabbed your things and walked outside into the cold air. You pulled out your phone and called up kols number.

“Hello?”

“Really kol you skip town and you send your big brother to tell me you left. Could have just said you didn’t want to see each other again.” You laughed trying to sound like you weren’t upset that he left.

“(Y/n) I would have told you in person but this is something I have to do for klaus. I did want to see you again but it’s just gonna have to wait. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but something tells me I’ll see you again. So how about I call you next time I’m in town?” He laughed and it all seemed so airy and fake. Not at all like the Kol you had been talking to before. “I have to go now. I’ve got a lot of driving to do. See you soon (y/n)”

Before you could say anything he hung up on you. Something felt off about him and the call. You just didn’t know what. It doesn’t matter anyway now he was just some guy. You had slept with guys and moved on like it was nothing before. You didn’t need some guy distracting you anyways. You would just have to go back to being left in this stupid town all alone again.

I hoped you guys liked this one I’m really glad the stories been doing this well. I’m sorry for the delay in writing. I had to get back in touch with my story and I was busy with Halloween so I was a little behind schedule but I hope that you liked this chapter.

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