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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 4 months

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ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR - PART 1

Pairing - Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary - When you were attacked in your own home, you confined yourself with Jonathan to help you heal. Until you learn a sickening truth that changes everything.

Warnings - extreme NON-CON, dub con, rough sex, drugging, oral, hand job, grinding, manipulation, stalking, controlling.

Word count - 6.9k+

Notes - I've been working on this for a long time and after many rewrites, this is the first of a two part story. This simple idea turned out to be so long that I had to split it up otherwise I would never finish it. Probably the darkest story I've written. Please note story isn't in chronology order. Comments/messages are urged if this even deserves the second part please. And I'm sorry but I hate proof reading.

For the first time forever, you felt as if you’ve finally recognised your priorities. You wanted Jonathan, you needed Jonathan. In desperate need of your call for help, you visualized screaming his name. Not the authorities, not a knight in shining armor, not a God, it was Jonathan.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop trembling as you remained curled up in a ball in your kitchen. The room was as dark as the deepest corner of a cave and it was as cold as ice on this winter’s night. All of your thoughts didn’t match up with each other as if they were scrambled in a pan like eggs, you struggled to remember where and who you were.

Hesitantly, you gripped onto the edge of the counter, your knuckles turned white as you pulled your aching body up as your hands searched and patted over the counter top. Feeling the home phone in your shaking hand, the buttons flashed a dim white light, but it was all a blur to you as you dialed the number. Holding the phone to your ear with an unsteady grip, you listened to the phone ring. Praying to any God that he would answer. Right when you thought the call was going to ring out, you heard his breathing on the other end of the line for a brief moment.

Your friendship had recently hit rock bottom with Jonathan, it was your fault, you know it was. You shouldn’t have been drinking in such an emotional state, you shouldn't have dressed the way you did, you shouldn’t have looked at him in that manner. You were selfish, merely wanting somebody’s complete attention. You've always led on Doctor Jonathan Crane, the ruthless misanthrope psychiatrist who had an undying obsession with you. But that night, you foolishly crossed the line you were determined to stay away from.

“What is it?” Jonathan answered, not sounding pleased to be answering a call at this time of the night, or by you, most likely both. But you were so relieved to hear his voice that you couldn’t help but to sob out loud. It felt like a massive weight was lifted off of your shoulders yet you never felt more empty. Your voice choked as you attempted to say something, anything. “Darling? What’s wrong?” Jonathan continued, his tone completely switching as he voiced his concern.

“I- Johnny… I-I” you cried, lost for words.

Your mind was still fuzzy as you looked down at your body, your pajama shorts ripped in multiple spots and dried fluids all over your flesh. You could hear him begging you to tell him what was wrong, had something happened to you? But you were still too deep in a state of shock and confusion to say anything. No matter how desperately you wanted to beg Jonathan to come save you, all you could do was sob.

“Calm down, I’m leaving right now sweetheart. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please stay calm darling” he promised you before hanging up the line. If he could stay on the phone with you, he would.

As the line went dead, you collapsed back onto the floor, curling back up into a ball as your body trembled in mental and physical distress. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do as he asked, how could you stay calm after this?

Jonathan used the spare key you gave him to open the door and quickly punched in the security code to your alarm system. Rushing down the dark hallway, he was calling out your name repetitively and flicked on the lights in the kitchen to reveal the heavily intoxicated you. Jonathan rushed to your side and kneeled, your eyes were glued shut from fear, your teeth chattering as he slowly went to touch your shoulder. Startled, you shrieked and flung yourself back, hitting your head on the wooden counter which caused flashing white lines through your darkened sight.

“Shhhh” Jonathan soothed, pulling your body towards him, embracing you. Your body was as stiff as stone under his. “It’s just me sweetheart. Jonathan, it’s Johnny” he clarified, rubbing your back as he pressed his warm lips to your cold temple.

Your mind was still unclear with whatever hardcore substance was in your system and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your skin felt filthy, as if you were drenched in grease. It was difficult to breathe, your chest tight and throat dehydrated. The feeling of agony weighed heavy on you, keeping you locked to the cold tiled floor. You looked at Jonathan with hesitation through teary eyes, not trusting him.

When you realized it really was him you cried into his chest, letting it all out, holding onto him for dear life. Gently cooling by your ear to help calm you down, Jonathan rocked you back and forth as his eyes wandered around the lit room. He could see the havoc of your kitchen. The utensils spread all over the counter, broken glass and water on the floor.

“I’m here, you’re safe now” Jonathan promised you and despite your disoriented state, you knew his words to be true.

Doctor Jonathan Crane was an intriguing character. Many would use precise words such as: bumptious, narcissistic, cunning and barbaric when describing him. He was a walking hazard. They’d all warn you to stay away from him, he was expressed as a psychotic genius who lets Hell rain in Arkham Asylum through his experiments for his own intellectual growth.

To you, he was kind, understanding and never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the room. You cannot lie, your friendship with Jonathan was certainly unconventional. But Jonathan was smitten by you, and you felt tenderness with the idea of always having someone there for you.

After almost an hour of blubbering on the floor, you laid back in the passenger seat in a dopey state, wrapped up in his coat as he cautiously drove you back to his house, gazing over to you every few seconds. The paranoia of that man, that monster coming back was too overbearing. Jonathan inwardly deemed that he would be able to take better care of you. He never had optimism in others, especially to the care of you. When the engine’s rumbled came to a sudden silence in the garage, Jonathan completely looked over to you, his fingertips brushing over your jawline. He grabbed your small bag in the backseat first, he’d pick up more belongings in the morning. Opening the car door for you, he wrapped his arm around you protectively and picked you off the ground bridal style.

“Do you have any idea what he gave you sweetheart?” Jonathan projected as he carried you to his bedroom, laying you on the bed. Gently, you shook your head. “Well, you don’t look like you're overdosing…” Jonathan observed, checking your pulse. “But better to be safe than sorry” he murmured.

Jonathan disappeared and reappeared swiftly, standing by your side with medical equipment. The vital signs were quickly checked. Besides your disorientation and heightened sense of fear, you showed no physical symptoms of an overdose.

“Any chest pains? Nausea? Abdominal pain?” Jonathan asked slowly and you continued to shake your head. Humming in response, Jonathan searched through his bag and picked out a tablet. “Take this” he instructed.

But you were skeptical as you squinted your eyes to the small white pill. Jonathan sighed and motioned the pill towards your lips. Your dry lips parted as he slipped the pill into your mouth, followed by the rim of a water bottle to help swallow it down.

“You need a bath, then I’ll make you some tea, okay?” Jonathan told you, caressing your forearm.

Nodding in agreement, you watched Jonathan slip into the ensuite and you heard the water running, Your body lightly trembled as you closed your eyes and when you opened them again, you were in the bath with Jonathan kneeling beside you as he ran a cloth up and down your now warm skin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The water had a scent in it, lavender you believed. The steam dancing up into thin air over the water.

You looked around your surroundings and then down as you saw your exposed body. Your arms instinctively went to cover yourself as your whimpers began to grow. A hush left Jonathan’s lips as his hand intertwined with yours to help calm you. He gave you a stern stare that screamed for you to stay calm. Yet his soft eyes were begging you to trust him, you took a deep breath in and laid your head back. It’s nothing Jonathan hasn’t seen after all.

Jonathan wrapped the towel around you tightly after he guided you out of the tub, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders as he walked you into his walk-in wardrobe. He helped you dress into your pajamas, yet the short sleeves and pants made you feel insecure. Your arms wrapped around your body and Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you. After studying your expression, he pulled out his old university hoodie and slid it over your head. You sighed in relief, the scent of him still strongly on the fabric.

Trailing after him like a lost puppy to the kitchen, he flicked on the kettle and plucked out an apple from the fruit bowl. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, he quickly sliced the apple into bite sized pieces and hand fed you bit by bit.

“It’ll help calm your mind” Jonathan exhaled as he poured the hot water into the herbal tea. The mug was set beside you as he watched you momentarily, waiting for the tea to cool down.

After a few minutes you took a small sip and breathed out, fresh tears pricking at your strained eyes. Everytime you closed your eyes you could see him, that monster, creature. Shifting your focus directly onto your tea, the two of you stood in silence, Jonathan’s eyes still set on you. The clock read 4:08 as its hands ticked loudly.

He took your mug as you finished it. “I’ll sleep on the couch” he stated, gently pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You came to a sudden stop as you turned around to face him.

“Please don’t… Stay with me” you weakly begged, dreading the idea of being alone.

Jonathan’s eyes softened as he nodded in agreement and he guided you to the bedroom. He laid you comfortably on the bed and vanished into the walk-in wardrobe, returning in cozy pants and a long sleeve top. You slipped underneath the bed as his blue eyes stalked you, Jonathan slithered onto the bed and underneath the covers like a snake, pulling your fragile body towards his. Your breathing was staggered as laid your head on his firm chest, he left the lamp on, caressing your back as your tired eyes urged you to shut them but you were too afraid of seeing him again.

After what felt like hours of just laying there, even though it was only a few minutes, your breathing got rougher as the memories began to control your thoughts. Your hand wrapped around his side firmly and Jonathan looked down.

“Breathe in darling” Jonathan whispered.

“What?” you frowned, looking up to him.

“Breath in” he softly smiled, you did as he said. “Now breathe out” he continued on. Breathing out, Jonathan coached you to do it over and over again.

Your chest relaxed as you laid your head back onto his chest, your tired eyes taking over you as you continued to breathe in and out at a steady pace. He whispered calming thoughts by your ear, he was so good with words.

“That’s a good girl” Jonathan whispered as you fell into a deep slumber, free from fear just for now.

You met Jonathan at Gotham University. Everyone on campus despised him, a cocky know it all who’d jump at a debate whenever it raised on the surface. Jonathan was the first in all of his classes, no matter how hard all of the other students tried, he was unbeatable. But you couldn’t help but to be curious with his presence when you’d see him around campus. He was cute, charming if he wore the right clothes, but he was certainly a unique character. Jonathan was passionate, eager and sharp.

He was in the year above you so you never had a real reason to talk to him. But if you’d walk past him in the hallways you’d greet him, he would never reply back however, hardly acknowledge your existence nevertheless. Yet sometimes you’d look up wherever you were on campus and catch him watching you. Like you were a gazelle in an open field. Usually people would instantly look away after being caught, but he continued to stare, as if he was studying you, dissecting you apart with his ocean blue eyes.

It wasn’t until your second year when he approached you in the campus gardens, blocking off the sunlight, you looked up to the boy with dark hair. “Is it Professor Dickens or Winston that has you in such a state of distress?” Jonathan questioned you cockily, staring down at you with a sly grin, his hands behind his back. His rectangular framed glasses made him look goofy yet somewhat intimidating.

After a short silence, you responded with a light chuckle, “Dickens” and Jonathan hummed loudly.

“Ah, I do not speak from experience. However, many find Professor Dickens to be rather… rigorous” Jonathan replied, leaning over to look at the book you were studying. “I remember that textbook, it was rather unchallenging. What are you struggling with?” Jonathan asked, kneeling down next to you now to look at your jots in your notebook.

“All of it really” you sighed, furrowing your eyebrows at how he is actually associating himself with you. “I had to leave town for a few days, my grandma was very ill. Professor Dickens didn’t approve of my appeal for an extension” you muttered slightly, feeling a wave of anger at the situation.

“No issue, I was Professor Dickens star pupil” Jonathan responded, taking your notebook off of you without consent. Jonathan was all of his Professors’ star pupil. “I’ll be sure to make you the next” he grinned at you.

Your peculiar friendship rapidly continued to blossom over the months. Multiple times of the week you’d find yourself residing somewhere hidden on campus with Jonathan, sharing reports, experiments and research with one another. He became your mentor, tutor, inspiration to strive for brilliance in your education.

Jonathan didn’t seem to be as evil as everyone made him out to be. However, you quickly realized that this behavior was merely reserved towards you. Not that he ever did any romantic gestures towards you. You could just read his eyes like a children’s book. Shamefully, you liked Jonathan, a lot more than you wanted to. Jonathan was a puzzle that you had this urge to try to solve, yet at times the pieces you’d connect together felt sinister which you ignorantly chose to ignore.

To Jonathan’s clear distaste, you were already in a relationship. Daniel was your high school sweetheart, but that relationship quickly went sour as you graduated. If you weren’t so comfortable with him, you would have broken up with him at the first red flag. No one should put up with the abuse and neglect he showed you. Especially with the bad habits he had picked up during your relationship. But you were young and naive, too afraid of what life would look like without him.

Jonathan became aware of his maltreatment towards you when he noticed a light bruise over your jaw and a horrible excuse as to how it occurred. He knew you were lying by the way your cheeks would turn a few shades darker. This situation was no exception. But he said nothing, surprising with how he was always proud to state his opinion. Jonathan unhappily went along with your little lie to keep you content.

Then, Daniel disappeared into thin air. Packed up all of his belongings abruptly in the middle of the night and never saw his face again. It wasn’t a surprise really, he had a cocaine issue, most likely made a few bad friends in the dark alleys of Gotham. You weren’t sure he ran away, or if something far sinister had occurred. Nevertheless, it was a shattering experience. But you had Jonathan to lean on for support and you couldn’t be anymore grateful.

Expectedly shortly after, Jonathan confessed his feelings for you confidently yet emotionlessly. He was extremely understanding when you said that you couldn’t think about seeing people again yet and how you’d hate to ruin your friendship. Because it did mean so much to you. Jonathan only couldn’t resist keeping those thoughts inside of him any longer. Your friendship continued on like normal.

When Jonathan earned his doctorate, you demanded he’d celebrate with you. As if he even had any other options. You were going to plan him a special night, but he had already beat you to it, he was such a control freak. The night was spent at one of Gotham’s finest restaurants. He wore his finest black suit and you wore a gorgeous bodycon silk green dress. It was the first time you had ever drank with Jonathan, you had a bottle of champagne on ice to share. Traditionally, Jonathan placed his card in the folder and flashed you a grin. It was one of the best nights of your life, living in luxury, gratefully with him.

“I know I told you no gifts, but there is one thing that I wish from you” Jonathan exhaled as he parked his car outside of your apartment block. He looked over to you slowly and you could feel your heart pound in your chest, your throat tighten as if something had tied rope around it.

You knew exactly what path he was walking down, this day was bound to pounch back at you again. When else then after an unofficial romantic dinner at one of Gotham’s finest?

“Yes Johnny?” You awkwardly chuckled, the streetlamps illuminating his expression of despair.

“A kiss” he whispered, his look begging you to agree with him as he straightened his posture.

“Jonathan” you warned, breaking eye contact immediately. What else should you have expected? It was your typical romantic dinner, he paid the bill, now you had to pay up with a different currency.

“Just once… Every time I heard students snicker behind my back about how I… Couldn't pull…” Jonathan’s tongue clicked as if a drop of venom fell onto it. “I could never help but to feel embarrassed with them being correct, for once” he continued on, looking away from you in the same. “But yes, I have never had the pleasure of kissing a woman before, especially someone as beautiful as you” Jonathan admitted, sighing dramatically at the embarrassment.

“Never?” You frowned towards him, feeling slightly guilty.

As if it wasn’t as clear as day, he never spoke about his natural urges with you. A part of you was convinced that he would come out as asexual one day. It was all so extremely rare for him to get along with others, he would never do a sneaky link, especially during the academic period. No wonder he was always such an asshole to others.

“Unfortunately my brilliance in psychology doesn’t even out my ill-manners towards others” Jonathan exhaled, biting on his lips at the unfortunate truth.

Perhaps it was the champagne urging you towards him, but Jonathan just looked so sweet and innocent right now. You couldn’t help but to feel sympathy for him, especially after all he has done for you.

“One kiss…” you stated, holding up one finger.

Jonathan gently nodded and leant towards you eagerly, his hands snaked to your back to pull your bodies together. If only you could hear how rapid his heartbeat was. He was hesitant, so you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his.

Jonathan hummed, his mouth opening ajar for his tongue to slip out, subconsciously you allowed his slippery tongue inside your warm mouth. His hands slowly slid up your back as your tongues danced together in the silent atmosphere. Right as you noticed your body being drawn to him you abruptly pulled yourself away from him. The pair of you silently caught your breath.

There was a brief moment of silence, your mind still registering how intense of a kiss that was. How strong it felt when it should have felt like nothing.

“Thank you darling” Jonathan smiled as he leaned back into his seat, but his hand danced over yours and you allowed him to.

“We need to find you a hooker to get you laid” you laughed, playfully smacking his hand.

If your studies didn’t teach you much of manipulation, Jonathan sure did. He was a puppeteer, you’d never want him to attach strings to you. Considering how afraid you were of getting his claws on you, you seemed to forget the leash you had on Jonathan. He’d do anything for you, you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never taken advantage of that. But at the end of the day, your relationship with Jonathan was simple and fundamental. To his dismay, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was this unwritten debt between Jonathan and yourself. He gave you favor after favor without hesitation over the years accompanied by a toothy grin. Jonathan continued to mentor you in your last year of university despite having a demanding full time profession. Landed you an interview at Arkham Asylum when you were in desperate need of a job. It was only temporary to be in the forensic psychiatric department, working with the criminally insane just wasn’t your ideal workplace unlike Jonathan’s. You were much more interested in neuropsychiatry. He gave you an excellent reference for your current job. Realistically, you shouldn’t have gotten the job with a salary that good, but he made it work. Jonathan has been your rock for years, you egocentrically seemed to forget how much you really did depend on him.

It made you feel like a horrible person, but he was already clingy enough with you, not that you seemed to complain, you enjoyed the company. You’d talk most days despite your busy schedules. The pair of you would spend the majority of your free days together by exploring museums, watching theater performances or going out for a lovely meal. The blind eye would assume the pair of you were a couple, sometimes you even wondered if you were.

Jonathan hated it when you hung out with others, especially if you didn’t tell him prior. A foul word never slipped his mouth, but you could hear it all in his tone, if not see it in his stern expression. Sometimes you’d tell him of your dates just to get him to back off every once in a while. Doctor Jonathan Crane was a jealous man around you, because he couldn’t have you the way he wanted to. A part of you grew to find it stimulating over the course, because he had no control in the situation.

Yet your love life was hopeless. The vitality of your sex life purely depended on one night stands after a drunken night out. Whenever you were asked on a date, he’d ghost you before the second date. So you gave up on dating for a long time, focusing on your work instead. At the end of some nights with an empty bottle of wine, you’d think of Jonathan, the potential there was with him. But you would always feel your stomach turn, or throat tighten at the thought of being completely his.

But then, you unexpectedly fell for your new coworker Anthony Gray. Anthony was a total catch, confident, charming, respected, physically built and loving. There was this instant spark that neither of you wanted to deny, eager to pounce on the sensation. Within the workplace you found yourself sneaking around with him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him inside of you. The workplace had a conflict of interest policy, let alone a no fucking on the job policy. The two of you kept your affair hidden, there were eyes everywhere in Gotham and you’d be stupid to get fired over having dinner in the wrong place. If it wasn’t in the building, you’d be at one or another’s house. It was a thrilling sensation to keep your relationship a secret from everyone in Gotham, including Jonathan, but the pair of you were figuring out how to make it work publicly.

Telling Jonathan of your little love affair was the least of your priorities even though the relationship was growing more stable by the day. Even though you never gave him any hints of mutual affection, he seemed to be eternally entranced by you. Patiently waiting for the opportunity to have you, claim you, own you.

Unknowingly, well slightly knowingly, you distanced yourself from Jonathan. Only by missing a few phone calls from him and sounding distracted over the phone when you did answer. Typically, Jonathan picked up on this unusual behavior within a snap. Suddenly showing up on your doorstep one day as if to catch you out, with a loaf of bread in his hands.

“Oh, Johnny! What brings you here?” You chuckled, looking him up and down.

“It had been a while, so I thought I’d surprise you. Grabbed it from that market place we use to go to every weekend” he answered, heavily emphasizing on the words ‘use to’.

After an awkward moment of silence, you took a step back and gestured to him to come inside, he took your offer instantly.

“So, what have you been up to?” Jonathan asked, his tone making it sound like a demanding question.

“Just working really, going out a few times” you replied, hoping the lie will lead him down the wrong path as you pulled out the bread knife from the block. Jonathan hummed as he dropped the bread onto the cutting board, almost in a forceful manner. You turned back to him, frowning as you tried to read his emotion.

You’d think with your doctorate in psychiatry you’d be able to completely read him right now, but in moments like this, he was a wolf hidden amongst the trees.

“Everything okay Johnny?” You murmured.

There was a low groan that left his lips, his eyes twitching slightly as he debated to say what he really wanted to say. “Just backed up with a lot of paperwork” Jonathan eventually answered, spinning on his heel to pull the butter out from the fridge.

You weren’t ready to shatter his heart into millions of pieces, not yet. Especially in such an isolated setting, it made you feel anxious to the core. Just a few more weeks, of peace, of zen with Anthony. Then you’d break the news to Jonathan, perhaps your friendship too, and most certainly his heart.

You brought Anthony over to your house the next day, unaware of a lingering figure across the street who’s knuckles turned white and teeth gritted together.

After a few slow knocks, you lowered your head as you waited patiently for the door to open. You look down at your dress again, you had changed your clothes multiple times. Everything you put on made you feel ugly and insecure. The door swung open, Jonathan gave you a sympathetic look as he gestured you to come inside. His hands briefly rested on your shoulder as he took off your coat, revealing your simple yet elegant black dress. Leading you to the living room, you sat on the space gray couch, eyes looking over the small cheese board.

Jonathan wandered off to the kitchen, his back turned to you as he picked up two wine glasses and a fine bottle of shiraz. The sound of the dark red substance gracefully falling into the glass filled your ears as you played with the rim of your dress.

“So, how are you feeling?” Jonathan asked softly, standing tall as he held out your glass.

“Like shit” you mumbled, accepting the glass without hesitation and downing half of it within one big chug. Jonathan snorted lightly as he sat down next to you.

“Darling, darling, darling” he sighed, his lips resting on the rim of the glass. You rolled your eyes at his lecture like tone and expression. Feeling like he was going to scold you like a child. “You should have had me meet him first, for a third party perspective and opinion” Jonathan continued on after he took a sip.

“Didn’t realize this was mediation Jonathan” you gritted your teeth.

When Anthony didn’t show up to work one day, you found it extremely odd. Presuming that he would have contacted you if he wasn’t going to be showing up. You had messaged him a couple of times during the day but they were all left on delivered. It wasn’t until you got home from a tiring day's work that you saw the letter in your mailbox. By the time you got to his house, everything looked to have been moved out through the open blinds.

“I’m sorry darling, I am” Jonathan swore.

It was an opposing response from Jonathan. Yes, he was sorry with how negative you were feeling, but he couldn’t help but to feel happy at the outcome of your relationship. His fingertips brushed over your bare knee as you finished the glass, motioning the empty glass towards Jonathan for a refill.

He chuckled lightly and took the glass from you. The taste of grapes lingered on your tongue as you waited for his return. The glass was almost filled to the rim. Jonathan wasn’t much of a drinker, he always claimed how alcohol could kill his intellectual potential. But on nights like these, he made an exception for you.

When you were three drinks in, your thoughts and emotions came to light, just as Jonathan predicted. “I just-” you slurred, fingers trailing over the rim of the glass. Your eyes watered at the thought of Anthony and how he left you without proper closure. You blinked hard, the wine hitting you much harder than predicted, perhaps that’s what happens when you’ve hardly eaten all week. “Don’t understand” you eventually finished your sentence in a mumble as Jonathan returned with your fourth glass of wine. “He told me he was fixing things with his ex, moving across the country to be with her. I didn't even know about her…” You sighed loudly, feeling your eyes prickle and swell up.

“He’s a moron who cannot appreciate beauty, what else do I need to say darling?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you, swirling the remaining drops of wine in his glass.

You felt dizzy, your thoughts were slightly disoriented as you hummed longly in return. There was a gentle sway in your body, as your tongue poked into the wine. Jonathan finished his wine and placed it on the coffee table with a clink.

Leaning closer to you, your heartbeat picked up and you could feel jittery over your skin. Were his eyes always that captivating blue? Your stomach turned, in a good way, a way you’ve forgotten about for so long.

“You deserve to be treated so much better” Jonathan confessed through a sigh, his arm snaking behind your back to pull you closer to him.

Of the few times you’ve drunken with Jonathan, he has never been this touchy. Yet, you couldn’t help but to feel a new sensation of this.

“I know, I’ll get over it eventually” you responded, avoiding eye contact with him. Yet you couldn’t help but to enjoy the warmth and security of his arm around your body.

“Do you know how a man should treat you?” Jonathan murmured, a small sly grin on his lips.

“How?” You frowned towards him in a growing blurry vision, unknowingly leaning closer to him.

“Worshiped every day, body, mind and soul” he answered calmly, his eyes slowly examining your body.

“You don’t mean that” you lightly scoffed, bringing the drink back to your lips to distract yourself, as if that will do any help.

When you put the glass down on the coffee table, Jonathan took your chin in his hand. Staring at one another, you waited for him to make a move, but he just admired you, his lips ajar open as his thumb rolled circles over your soft skin.

“I do” Jonathan vowed. Your head felt unfocused, your body felt like it was floating. This was like you were in a dream. “I can treat you so much better. I will treat you so much better” Jonathan corrected himself, now gripping onto your inner thigh instead of your chin. “Just give me a chance to show you how you deserve to be loved” Jonathan pleaded, pressing his forehead against yours. “Please” he begged softly, waiting for you to open the door for him. Your face turned away at his words, at his pleading.

On any other night, you probably would have ran for the hills. But tonight, you desperately wanted to get Anthony out of your mind. It felt contradicting with how right and wrong it felt. But it didn’t phase you what would happen tomorrow, you wanted Jonathan right now.

There was no response from you, Jonathan took that as his que to guide your face to directly look at him so he could kiss you. It surprised you with how soft his lips were, the way he hummed softly as he gently pushed his tongue into your warm mouth. After a quick stiff moment, your stance relaxed and you leaned closer to him. Your arms naturally wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer to you. Jonathan groaned into your mouth, his hand pulled your hips over to straddle his lap.

It felt so wrong, but he was so skillful with that tongue of his. Your logic was imprisoned by your sensations right now. Soft hands running up and down your heated skin, you couldn’t resist but to moan back into his mouth. Your cunt was aching for him so you non controllingly began rocking over his already formed boner. He nibbled at your neck, causing you to giggle as you grind over him in an unsteady motion.

You lifted your hips up slightly as your hand brushed down his torso, Jonathan’s head fell back as he watched you, his mouth open. There was a slow moan from him as your hand cupped his crotch, Jonathan grinned widely, his own hands slipping down to unbutton his trousers. Quickly, your hand slipped underneath his underwear and you were stroking his firm size slowly.

“Let me take you to the bedroom” Jonathan pleaded and you hummed in a daze like state.

Jonathan picked you up and impatiently carried you to his bedroom. Giggling like a child over his shoulder, Jonathan laid you onto his bed, your flats falling off in the process. He straddled you down just as quick. The lamp was already on so you took a good look at his expression.

An animal. That’s what you saw initially despite your heavily drunken state. A predator who was ready to attack his prey and you were helpless right now, the back of your mind was hoping that you’d just sink into the bed to get away from him.

He wasn’t as gentle as you’d hope him to be as his soft hands groped your body. “What are you doing?” You murmured, as he slid down your body, his knees landing on the floor.

There was no response from him except a groan. He pulled your hips forward and scrunched your dress up. It felt like fireworks exploding up your skin, the way his fingers trailed over you. Jonathan pulled your thong off of your legs, kissing your inner calf afterwards.

“Wait…” you objected, common sense trying to snap you out of this trance, but he ignored you.

“Waited so long for this, so, so long” Jonathan moaned, crawling up your lower body until his breath reached your bare cunt.

Kissing your inner thigh, Jonathan looked at you, just wanting to take your nervous expression in for a moment. He placed your legs over his shoulders as his tongue slithered over your core. Your abdomen tensed and legs tightened around his head. His tongue zigzagged over sensitive skin, causing a rather loud yelp of pleasure. It was humiliating with how fucking good he could use that tongue of his.

Your growing orgasm built on your tummy as his tongue slipped inside your sweet hole. Your fingers gripped into his hair to pull his head away, it was just all so much, you felt like you were blacking out. But Jonathan’s head was stuck in your cunt like it was glued. He was lapping you up as if he was starving, his left thumb found its way to your clit and rubbed desperately to make you release.

“Jonathan” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut.

Jonathan only moaned in response, his mouth full of your sweet substance. You tried to hold it off, but failed miserably, coming all over Jonathan’s face without warning, your hips rocking in rhythm with your orgasm. However, Jonathan greedily ate you all up, quickly climbing on top of your body. He swiftly pulled your dress off over your head and his hands trailed over your breasts. A small laugh left his lips as he ripped off your nipple covers, his crotch pressed into your abdominal.

Jonathan smiled wickedly to you and even though you were still in your post orgasmic daze, you could see the craze in his eyes. But you were too intoxicated and horny to scrutinize him. Your arms reached out to pull him closer to you. With his smaller size, you didn’t expect his back to feel so firm. Kissing each other hungary, Jonathan’s hands quickly tried to undo his trousers.

His hips flexed back as he pulled out his size. Your lips separated as he stroked himself a few times, looking down to your entrance. Even though your vision was blurry, you could see how big he was crystal clear. You gulped heavily as Jonathan hovered back over you with his tip pressed against your entrance. Jonathan gave you a soft kiss on the lips as he began to thrust in.

“Oh! you feel like heaven. I have found paradise…” Jonathan declared through moans. He was most definitely the largest you’ve ever had. It was hurting more than pleasuring, but you were so wet. “Your cunt wraps perfectly around my cock darling” he praised, his hand brushing over your flustered jaw.

“It’s hurting” you whimpered, your body stiff underneath his. Jonathan blinked a couple of times but didn’t respond.

“You’re mine, all mine. Always have been, always will be” Jonathan grunted as he fully pushed himself inside of you. Your walls squeezed around his cock as you grumbled in agony. “You’ve finally come to realize” he exhaled, his hand brushing the side of your face as the pleasure slowly overthrew the pain.

His words seemed to have sobered you up. This is exactly what you were afraid of, this turning into ownership. Jonathan could see the glimpse of horror in your eyes, he smiled widely as he gradually picked up his speed as your canal adjusted to his size.

You wanted to throw him off of you. But your mind was so engaged in your physical sensations and drowsiness of the alcohol that you could only lay back and guiltily enjoy yourself, expressing how satisfied you were by your moans.

“Jerked off to the thought of you every single fucking night” Jonathan grumbled out, his nails digging into your flesh. “Such fucking torture” he spat.

Jonathan pushed your thighs apart as his cock traveled in deeper, groaning like crazy as his balls were slapping against your skin. His grip on your upper thighs will probably bruise by the morning. The mixture of both of your moans was heaven to his ears. You’ve never seen Jonathan smile so much, he couldn’t wipe it if he wanted to.

He also seemed to refuse to break eye contact with you, as if he was studying you or was afraid you’d run away if out of sight. His nostrils were flared and jaw clenched as he continued his pleasure-filled attack. You were pulsing around his size, his breathing seemed to stagger, pace losing its rhythm.

“Come on darling, one more time… I know you can be a good girl, come so I can” Jonathan moaned.

You can’t tell if it was a beg or a demand. His words were so gentle, but that look in his eyes was as if hell would break loose if you failed to comply. Regardless, you did as he asked, clenching as tight as you could around him as you cried out, your back aching as you swore you could see stars. Jonathan quickly followed, falling completely on top of you as his arms quickly snaked around you.

He kissed you passionately as he pumped his seed deep inside of you. When his lips pulled away from yours, he was moaning your name over and over. A wave of exhaustion crashed over you. Your eyes felt so drowsy, all of your energy completely drained dry. Jonathan caressed your cheek as your sight was quickly consumed by darkness.

What have you done?

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You do what you can

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Grimes’s Sister!Reader • This group desperately needs a home, and you need help. There’s only so much the archer and leader can do • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Excessive Nausea & Vomiting / Malnutrition

Requested by: Anon

Hyperemesis Gravidarum, or severe vomitting is what Hershel said. It’s excessive nausea and vomiting that results in being unable to eat and drink because you can’t keep anything down.

Of course I had it.

Finding out I was pregnant in the prison, during the good times was of course bittersweet. Daryl, my partner, was worried about losing me like Lori but reassured that everything would be fine. Then the illness came through and he thought I had it with how intense my morning sickness was.

But Hershel reassured us and well scared us about a lot of the reactions that come with not being able to keep anything down.

“Please, what can I do?”

“Some just have this, Daryl. I’ll keep an eye on her. You gotta help the others”

While Daryl helped get medicine for those suffering the prison illness, he managed to find IV bags of fluids and that helped keep me hydrated when I couldn’t even take a sip of water without my throat burning.

Then well…a lot happened after that

Days have passed and again, a lot has happened. The prison collapsed, the group splitting, Beth’s disappearance, The Claimers,…Terminus, and now the group found themselves in the forest after barley escaping that hell they claimed as a “sanctuary for all” but it wasn’t.

After the small reunion, the group started to walk to…somewhere that wasn’t there. Eventually finding the chapel and the priest that almost lost his life if they didn’t arrive.

Before she even stepped foot into the small chapel, Y/N gripped Daryl’s arm indicating she needed to throw up again and step away to do so. Least she’s trying to inform him instead of disappearing for a few minutes to vomit in the woods. Not a pretty sight or…a pleasant sound.

Rick noticed the two coming in last as Y/N pulls away from Daryl to sit in a pew before ultimately laying down in it. He frowns trying to think of what he could do, she is his sister after all.

“How she doing?” He asks the second the archer approached him after checking on her once more.

“We better have a plan soon” Daryl frowns crossing his arms. “Doubt we’ll run into another hospital but the IV shit helped. Gotta find something like it”

“Or try to get her to drink. Just. Shit, I don’t know what else to do. Lori never had this shit”

The archer was sort of lost in his own mind, trying to plan something out that could help his partner. But every end is a dead one.

“I’m gonna keep watch, holler if?”

“Yeah, go ahead” Rick frowns watching Daryl go back to the pew Y/N was currently laid in, informing her of where he’ll be before stepping out of the chapel and Carol following behind him.

A few hours passed and Y/N jolted awake from an anxious thought only to feel the jacket draped over her which belonged to her brother. She eventually brought herself to sit up and put the jacket on entirely feeling the dryness of her hands, especially after not being able to have nutrients.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Michonne brought herself to sit with Y/N as she instantly rests her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Rick is taking watch and Daryl still isn’t back yet, just thought—-“

“He’s looking for Beth”

“How do you—?”

“Gut feeling…” Y/N frowns bringing her hands onto her small bump, feeling the anxiety bubble up inside her. “Michonne?”

“Yes?”

“…I…I’m afraid of losing my baby” She did her best to keep the tears from coming even if her body fought her against it and worsened her headache by bringing on the tears. “or of them losing—-“

“We will find the help you need. To keep you both alive and well”

But the worse kept coming, and we kept losing.

Bob was the first because of a bite. Then it was Beth at the hospital because of a cop with a trigger finger. Then Tyreese from blood loss because of an amputation caused by a bite. Sasha lost a partner and her brother, Maggie lost the last of her family. The two were on edge, Daryl felt like he failed, and the group was slowly weakening the more they continued on this blind path given the real news about Eugene came out. So no more hope for a cure. It will always be survival for those living through the apocalypse.

Maggie grew extra attached to Y/N given her state and the group can’t take another loss if it happened. Every time Y/N had to throw up or take a breather while the others kept walking, besides Daryl, Maggie was always there glued to her side which included Glenn glued to hers.

“Rick” Maggie called out for him with a bit of venom in her voice as he gave her a concerned look while handing Judith to Carol. “We need a break”

“It’s barely midday, we have to keep walking”

“Y/N can’t keep walking any longer. She needs a break” Maggie frowns pulling him to look directly at Y/N who was struggling to keep herself up even with Daryl’s help.

“Alright…Alright!” Rick nods directing people into the tree line, out of the road, to set up camp for the rest of the day and night.

Abraham took care of checking their surroundings as Sasha retraced their steps making sure they weren’t followed by anything or anyone. Carol got Noah and Glenn to help her set a few trigger lines for those who want to sleep. As much as Daryl wanted to help secure their surroundings, he felt as if he’d leave Y/N, that she’d decline. She’s already doing so but he thought he’d accelerate the process the moment he leaves.

“Can yea try for me?” Daryl frowns giving the last of his water to his partner as she nods, accepting his help with drinking from his canteen. He noticed a bit of a skin reaction on her neck from scratching the dryness as it was the same on her left arm. “Try not to scratch anymore…”

“Hard not to…” Y/N frowns leaning against the tree as Daryl sets his canteen down with his stuff bringing himself to sit against the tree. Gesturing with his eyes for her to lay her head in his lap. “We’ll find something…right, Dar?”

“I promise yea, sunshine” Daryl reassures brushing the hair out of her face watching Maggie approach them draping the blanket Rosita gave her to give Y/N over her body. The poor girl had already fallen asleep after being still long enough. “We’ll find somewhere right?”

“If we have to take it from somebody, then yeah. We’ll find somewhere” Maggie reassures him with a smile but hell, he knew she was anxious about her state.

The night was rough.

While she was exhausted more than the others because of being pregnant and having to be a part of less than 3% of pregnant individuals with hyperemesis gravidarum, she couldn’t control her anxiety jerks that would wake her. Freaking out Daryl every time and him waking resulted in Rick and Maggie waking given they stuck close to the two. Then the almost every hour to vomit. It’s gotten bad that Y/N started to dry heave and that would wake the rest sleeping. But every complain resulted in either her partner glaring at them or her brother snapping.

“My head hurts…” Y/N whispers to herself as the group started walking again the next day, this time she was with Carol while Daryl searched around for anything to have a longer stay in. Away from staying outside.

“Is that it?” Carol’s worry came out of her tone as she brought her arm around Y/N’s waist when she noticed her sway slightly. “You’ve got the last of the water…not like it was enough…we need a miracle or something”

“Kids first…Jude needs it. Carl needs it—-“

“You and your baby do too” Her tone shifted to strict immediately. She remembered how Y/N sacrificed a lot of her things in the past to keep everyone else afloat and she wasn’t about to let her do it again when it comes to her health.

It felt like fate or a foreshadow given after that conversation, everyone surrounded a cluster of water bottles in the middle of the road about an hour later.

“Someone has to test it” Eugene went to grab one and it was immediately smacked out of his hands by Abraham. “What!”

“It could be a trap” Rosita scoffs at him. “You think we’d give a pregnant woman poisoned water”

“Not like I can keep it down” Y/N whispers as she stares at the cluster before flinching to the touch of water. Water?

The storm that Rick expected to come days later, decided to come sooner and thank Mother Nature for that. Few started to empty to bottles and fill it with rain water as it was the next best thing, then those who’ve lost so much took the “peaceful” moment to take it all in.

As Y/N looks up at the rainfall feeling the heat expel her body for a moment and a sudden wave of uncertainty take her. But before she could even be audible about such, her body had enough.

“Y/N!” Maggie yells the second her body hit the floor as Daryl instantly dropped to her aid checking her person for any injury.

But it was just her body shutting down and that thought triggered Daryl.

“I saw a barn a few yards inward. We gotta—-“

Rick didn’t hesitate another moment as he quickly picked up his sister in his arms while Daryl led the way to the temporary shelter he found.

After another rough night and sort of rude morning, Daryl protectively held Y/N close to his person the second she woke around the time this Aaron guy was discovered.

“Hey…hey” Daryl fought back tears watching her wake as she didn’t say anything but rest her head against his chest in a sense of reassurance. “You’re gonna be okay, okay? Please” his voice cracked trying to say more.

“Our community can protect her, your daughter.” Aaron tried to sell this unknown community as he glances to the situation happening behind Rick and directed toward that. “Can save her from dying—-“

Watch your words.

Rick instantly grabbed his collar forcing the man against the nearest wall glaring into his soul. “She ain’t dying and how do I know you wouldn’t kill her in this place?”

“B-Because we won’t! You don’t have to trust us right away b-b-but we have an infirmary. A-A surgeon that knows his stuff”

If his sister wasn’t in this condition, he wouldn’t have give in so easily. Not like he wouldn’t watch this total stranger like a hawk when checking her person.

Which led them to giving about five percent of their trust to this stranger and following him with his partner to Alexandria, the community he talked about. A few residents that helped with the infirmary tried taking Y/N on a gurney but her family was close to killing a few people for trying to touch her without warning. Soon Daryl along with Maggie followed the few that pulled Y/N away on the gurney they brought out after Aaron’s partner Erin radio’d in.

“If you keep glaring, it won’t let me work faster” Peter states, getting the IV into Y/N’s arm after he asked Maggie to help her out of her clothes and into a new change of clothes enough to show some of the skin lesions she had so he could take care of them.

“Don’t do anythin’ without informing” Daryl glares keeping close to Y/N’s bedside on the other side. Peter looks at him with a blank expression, tensing a bit every now and then.

“She’ll stay here until she’s hydrated enough, or least til your group gets placement.” He states hanging the bag after taping the IV on her arm. “Y’all said she’s pregnant?”

For an anxious reason, Daryl gave Maggie a worried expression thinking…yeah…when Peter was simply asking to confirm it or not.

“Yeah, she’s pregnant. Why?” Maggie frowns watching Peter’s every move as he stepped away to one of the storage closets for equipment they have and or get from runs.

“We don’t have an ultrasound machine. Just tests and one of these things I forgot the name of” Peter held a device that could detect the heartbeat of a fetus, as for checking the conditions they’d have to go full old school for that and he’d need to find a book in their library, if they have one on pregnancy. But for now they have this.

Right before Peter even moved the blanket to lift her shirt to put the wand on, Y/N flinched pulling herself away given she woke once more in the middle of all that. Daryl frowns, relieved though, as he brushes back her hair catching her worried expression.

“He’s gonna check on the peanut, Y/N. Just let’em. I won’t let him do anythin’ else” Daryl reassures as Y/N nods slowly letting the man work but kept her eyes on him while he turned the device on and guided the wand to the right spot.

Heartbeat

A surprisingly healthy heartbeat

“That’s good. Strong” Peter states pulling the wand away before fixing the blanket over her and putting the device away. “I’ll come back in an hour or two to give her more fluids. Want me to tell your leader you’ll be in here?” He asks Maggie given the two watched Daryl drop to his knees hugging Y/N tightly her in her laid out state.

“Please.” Maggie gave a small smile letting the man leave before bringing herself to the other side of her bed resting her hand on her leg. “We’ll make this place work. To keep you both safe”

The two held onto one another and Maggie kept an eye on them for Rick before leaving to give them a minute. She kept close to the infirmary in case either of the two needed anything as she watches Rick practically run his way over to her with a worried look.

“She’s going to be okay. They both are” Maggie smiles watching the tension leave Rick’s shoulders for a moment as he instantly went for a hug with his friend.

When they parted, before the retired sheriff went in to check on his sister himself…the remaining Greene stopped him.

“Yeah?”

“We need to make this place work, Rick”

“I know…but—-“

“You can be cautious. We all are gonna be a while…but we all need this to work. For us, your kids, for them. We need this place for us”

“You do what you can for your family, and I’ll always protect mine”

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estrellami-1 · 5 months

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If I Should Stay

I mentioned in the last part (the part before that?) how I was leaving on the 15th… I’m not. I’m leaving on the 13th. This fic will be on hiatus until at LEAST the 8th of January, but I WILL come back! This is my baby and I’m not going to abandon it.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41

Okay,” Robin says, and somehow just that is enough to soothe Steve. “We know how to fix this, Steve, but you need to focus. Can you focus?”

He takes a breath, feels it shake on the way out. “Yeah. I can focus.” He squeezes his free hand, clenches then releases, clenches then releases, startling when he feels something against his hand.

Eddie offers him a half-smile and a shrug, and Steve manages the expression back, taking his proffered hand and squeezing gently. Thank you, he thinks, and somehow he knows Eddie understands.

He and Robin talk for a few minutes, about how to do this, and he ends the call feeling slightly more confident than before.

“Okay,” he says, as much for Eddie’s benefit as his own. “We need her favorite song.”

Eddie bites his lip. “I’m guessing you don’t know it?”

“No, but I know someone who should. Do you happen to know the Hayes’ number?”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, their middle kid, Ronnie? She’s our drummer.” He recites the number, and Steve punches it in, waiting eagerly.

“Hayes residence.”

Steve doesn’t really recognize the voice, so he tentatively asks, “Ronnie?”

She hums. “To some people, sure. Not to you. It’s Veronica.”

Steve winces. “Sorry. Veronica.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, then grabs the phone before Steve can say anything else. “Ronnie, be nice,” he whines, then laughs. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, there is actually a reason we called, though. D’you think Cassie knows Alli’s favorite song?” He covers the receiver and whispers to Steve, “‘Should I Stay or Should I Go,’ The Clash.” Back to the phone he says, “Thanks, Ron. I gotta go but I’ll talk t’you later, ‘kay? Yeah, you too. Bye.”

Steve turns to Allison, who’s beginning to float. “Shit,” he whispers. “C’mon, you gotta- d’you know the song?” He asks, clambering onto the counter to get closer to her.

“I know a little bit of it,” Eddie admits.

Steve nods. “Just… please. Whatever you know, sing.”

Eddie nods, and then Steve starts. He sings the first verse, then Eddie joins in, and Steve starts whispering to her. “C’mon, Al. You gotta fight, please. I just got you back, c’mon, I can’t lose you again. Not this soon. I won’t let him have you, Al, but you’ve gotta fight too.”

Just after they start the second verse, Allison drops to the ground. Steve yelps and scrambles down. “Al!”

“Bubba,” she murmurs, and he collapses into her.

“Thank God,” he murmurs. “Holy shit, Al, you’re okay. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” she agrees, clutching onto him just as tightly. “‘M here, bubba. You got me.”

He finally lifts his head and sees Robin, El, and Wayne standing in the entryway of his kitchen.

Evidently, Eddie sees them at the same time, because he yelps, “Wayne!” As he scrambles across the kitchen to hug his uncle.

“Hey,” Steve manages from his position on the floor, halfway on top of Allison.

Robin smiles, steps forward, and offers him a hand, which he takes with a grateful smile. He helps Alli stand after.

“So best I figure,” Wayne says, “You’re in a war and the enemy just made his next move, so your timeline’s moved up now.”

Steve sets his jaw and nods. “Just about.”

Wayne nods. “Your friend here said somethin’ ‘bout shootin’?”

Steve studies him for a moment, then nods. “You a good shot?”

“I was in a war, son, I’m as good as anyone else here.”

Steve nods and offers him a hand to shake. Wayne does, then asks, “So why don’t you tell me why my nephew is suddenly singing your praises?”

Eddie flushes and buries his face in his hands. “Wayne!”

Steve chuckles. “That’s actually a pretty long conversation, sir. How about some coffee?”

“Coffee would be great,” he nods. “And it’s Wayne, none’a that sir crap.”

Allison grabs his wrist before he can move. “Steve,” she murmurs. “That’s what you’re fighting? And have been?”

Steve nods, and she pulls him into a hug, tears pricking at both their eyes. “I’m gonna tear him apart,” she grits out, squeezing Steve until his back cracks. He squeezes her back just as hard.

“Okay,” he whispers, pulling back. “Go get a Walkman. Play your song on repeat. We don’t know why, but it helps.”

Alli chuckles. “Of course it does, it’s music.” She ruffles his hair and steps back, and suddenly Steve misses her like a limb.

“Robs-”

“I’ll go with you,” Robin volunteers, linking her arm with Alli’s and giving Steve a significant look. “C’mon.”

“That works,” Alli says, “I’ve been wanting to get to know you.” They both grin, and suddenly Steve is terrified to see them together.

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drabblesandimagines · 23 days

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Sulk

Clive Rosfield x female reader, commissioned piece

For the lovely @kianaflame23. Thank you for commissioning me again and letting me share it here with everyone too!❤️ -

“I swear I feel better today, Tarja.” You stress, desperate to be reprieved of bedrest at last. You’ve been in the infirmary three days now, watching enviously as others come and go after being treated for their ailments. “And I promise I won’t do anything considered even remotely taxing for days to come.”

There is more to your request than just boredom, though, not that you would dare admit it aloud. Clive is meant to be returning soon and you wanted to gather some flowers from the Backyard to leave in his chambers – plucking flowers could hardly count laborious – a tradition you’d started after admiring his wall of memories, wanting to contribute. It’s the least you can do after giving him an awful fright the night before his unexpected departure.

You thought it was just fatigue from the last few days of toiling in the Backyard - trying to get another batch of crops planted in as the numbers of the Hideaway continued to grow – was the reason why you felt out of breath as you climbed to the upper deck. You often retreated there in the evenings, finding it a peaceful place to count your blessings and collect your thoughts. It had turned out Clive was fond of the same thing and so finding him leaning over the railings that night, the breeze off the lake ruffling his hair had been quite the welcome sight.

He'd turned to face you when he heard your approaching footsteps and smiled softly as when your eyes met at the top of the stairs. “Ah, just the face I was hoping to see.”

You felt heat prickle across your cheeks at his comment and took a step forward.

Only to faint.

You’d hazily came to in his arms, somewhere in between asleep and awake, face pressed up against his chest as he hurried you to the infirmary, calling out Tarja’s name in fear.

“Put her down here and tell me exactly what happened.”

“I… I don’t know,” Clive’s voice rumbled against your cheek before he placed you down in the all too familiar infirmary bed. “We were on the upper deck – she barely took a step towards me when she collapsed.”

“Did she hit her head?”

“No. No, I… I used the Blessing of the Phoenix to quicken my movements so I caught her before she could do herself injury.”

“Good.” Tarja presses her hand against your forehead and curses, pulling it back as quickly as she had placed it there. “She’s burning up. I’ve told her time and time again she needs to be careful not to overexert herself. Keep an eye on her whilst I prepare a tonic.”

Tarja had rushed over to her desk as Clive crouched down besides you, taking your hand in his in a moment of weakness, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Please be all right, my darling one.” He’d whispered.

You desperately wanted to open your eyes, question his affectionate term, assure him that you were fine – no matter how much of a lie it may have been – but it was too difficult.

The rest of the night had passed in a feverish blur, a vague memory of a firm arm around your waist at some point pulling you upright, back pressed up against a chest that smelt of smoke and sandalwood, as Tarja forced a tonic in your mouth. You’d woken properly late morning, dismayed to find Clive had gone ashore on an urgent matter and had left word that he wished you a swift recovery.

“Hmm,” Tarja mulls, bringing you back to the present, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead for a few moments before making a decision. “No, not yet. You are still a little feverish for my liking. Besides, I know you’ll be straight back down to the Backyard as soon as I discharge you.” She knows you far too well.

You pout. “But I don’t even feel hot anymore.”

Tarja purses her lips together in thought, seemingly running through scenarios and treatments in her head. “No, I think best keep you here until the fever has definitely and completely cleared. I’ll prepare another tonic.”

You grimace at the idea of it – if it’s the one you’re thinking of it has a foul taste that lingers on your tongue for hours.

The door to the infirmary opens and over Tarja’s shoulder you see a familiar blonde being coaxed in by Jote, catching the tail-end of the conversation and wishing to take advantage. Your paths had crossed many times within the walls of the infirmary since Joshua had joined the Hideaway, resulting in the two of you becoming fast friends and making fine company for one another.

“Jote, it seems Lady Tarja is already quite preoccupied, mayhaps we should return later and-”

“I am quite capable of handling more than one patient at a time, Joshua.” Tarja’s tone is biting as she walks over to her desk, searching her notes to check on the last tonic you were given. “Do make yourself comfortable and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Joshua sighs as Jote leads him to the bed besides your own, watching him like a hawk as he sits down heavily upon it, accepting his fate. He gives you a warm smile as he settles back against the pillows.

“And how do you fare this morning, my lady?”

“Good! Though still feverish, apparently.” You smile, wearily. “How are you?” “Oh, I’m fine, really.” He shrugs, though you can tell Jote is biting her tongue. “I apologise I have not been to visit since before now - I’m afraid I got caught up in research.” “Your Grace, this is hardly a visit. His cough has worsened again over night.” Jote corrects.

Joshua rolls his eyes, causing you to giggle before your head swims with a dizzy spell and you squeeze your eyes closed, trying to dissuade the feeling.

“What is it?” Joshua’s voice is laced with concern and you feel his hand take yours, squeezing it.

“Dizzy.” You sigh. “It’ll pass.”

Joshua doesn’t believe so, calling out for the healer. “Lady Tarja-“

“Lie down, deep breaths.” You hear Tarja call, still at her desk. You shuffle down on the bed until you’re lying flat. “Don’t excite her, Joshua. You should know that by now.”

“My apologies.”

“No, it’s my fault.” You squeeze his hand back, turning your head to offer a weak smile. “I am glad to have your company though, Joshua, selfish as it might be.”

Clive hovers at the infirmary door, a bouquet of flower stems tight in his grip. He’d returned only moments ago – Obolus had set sail at dawn to pick him up from the abandoned docks at Audyll. As he’d waited for the skiff to appear on the horizon, he’d picked a selection of wildflowers from the cliffs as a gift, ones he hadn’t seen in the Backyard, and had set off to the infirmary immediately after hearing word that you were still there.

There and… holding Joshua’s hand?

Well, then.

Joshua had always been charming – blue-eyed, blonde hair, a boyish grin. He’s tried his best to not be jealous ever since the day the Phoenix had instead chosen the younger Rosfield. It wasn’t Joshua’s fault after all. He hadn’t had a say in the matter, just an unbelievably heavy burden thrust upon his shoulders. Instead of being envious, Clive had vowed to support him, to do everything he could to help his beloved brother carry the responsibility. But seeing the two of you together, especially so suddenly, has broken through the barriers. Clive’s feelings had grown steadily for you over the years since you’d came to the Hideaway. You were sweet, kind-natured to everyone around you, trying to do your best to help no matter the task. It was infectious the way even the slightest smile from you left him with one upon his face for days after, no matter what other trials he came up against.

He had been loathed to leave your side in the infirmary after you’d fainted, staying there the whole night. It had smarted even more so to leave the Hideaway altogether before you had woken. Unfortunately, he was the only man for the job and had left on Obolus’s skiff the next morning – promising himself he wouldn’t let the moment slip him by again, that he’d confess upon his return, bouquet of wildflowers in hand.

All for naught, as he sees the Phoenix brush your hair out of your face, a caress of your cheek.

His vision seethes with red, the smell of smoke fills the air, before he strides off towards his chambers with false purpose, letting his gift fall to the ground.

Jill frowns when she finds the wildflowers scattered on the wooden boards a few moments later, the stems singed black. She only has to look through the gap in the doorway to see Joshua at your bedside and put the pieces together.

“Oh, Clive…”

Two more days pass confined to the infirmary bed before you saw Clive, despite hearing that he’d returned. At least you had Joshua for company - his cough had grown more harsh and painful at first, despite his protests otherwise, and Tarja and Jote had him drinking a concoction of suppressants and tonics every few hours to try and soothe his ailments to some degree of success.

Not the same could be said for the poor Bearers who had been brought in by Cursebreakers on the skiff that morning. Two of them already suffering from the curse, stone-mottled limbs, groaning in their cots the other side of the curtain.

“Is there truly nothing to be done?” Clive asked Tarja in a hushed tone. He hadn’t said hello to you when he entered earlier, nor to Joshua. It had smarted a little, you’ll admit, but you’d brushed it off as him having much more urgent matters at hand.

“I’m all out of the main ingredient for the most effective pain relief, unfortunately. I’ve had the Cursebreakers keeping an eye out for it, but it might have become a victim to the blight.”

“What’s the main ingredient?”

“Begonias – red ones. There used to be an ample supply in the Royal Meadows, but they haven’t sprouted this year.”

“I can’t remember seeing them on my travels either.”

“I…” You speak up, sitting up a little straighter in the bed. “I think I know where some might still flourish.”

Tarja and Clive’s heads snap round look at you. “Really?” Tarja takes a step forward. “Could you mark it on a map?”

You shake your head. “It’s not on any sort of track you can follow, but that’s pretty much all of the Great Wood. You need to know exactly where to look. I fear I would not be able to describe it…” You bite your lip in hesitation before continuing. “But I am positive I could find them if I went myself.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Clive folds his arms, looking over to Tarja for her support. Surely with your fragile health she’d agree. “I forbid it.”

Tarja pinches the bridge of her nose before she speaks, weighing up the options in her head. “I would normally say the same, Clive, but if we were able to get hold of some of these blooms, not only could we provide some much sought after relief, perhaps then we’d also be able to grow some of our own in the Backyard for future use.”

“You cannot be serious. It’s not safe for her to go there alone.”

“She won’t be alone, I’ll ask Otto to spare some Cursebreakers.”

“No.” Clive’s tone is firm. “Anything could happen. Besides, you’ve had her on bedrest for near a tenday, she is not ready to go gallivanting about the Great Wood - the place will be rife with fiends!”

“Then why don’t you accompany her, brother?” Joshua speaks up with a grin.

“Me?” Clive turns to Joshua, eyes wide, as if he had forgotten his brother was here at all.

“Yes, you.” Tarja places her hands on her hips in agreement. “The First Shield to the Phoenix, are you not?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then you will prove a most suitable escort.”

“Tarja, I really-”

Joshua grins. “The finest.”

“Joshua-“

Another heart-wrenching groan comes from the other side of the curtain.

“Please, Clive.” You grip the blanket between your fingers, tightly. “You have to let me try.”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think it would be worth it.” Tarja adds in support.

Clive clenches his fists, mulling it over in his mind. He’d rather scour the entire Great Wood on his own than risk your wellbeing, but Founder knows how long that would take. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“And you will tell me the moment if you start to feel unwell?”

You can’t help but smile at his concern. “I promise.”

Clive sighs, still not exactly pleased with the arrangement, but admitting defeat. “Fine. We’ll leave in the morning. But be sure to rest until then, my lady. Please.”

“Of course she will,” Tarja interrupts before you can agree. “She’ll stay in the infirmary again tonight to be certain of it.”

The next morning, you make your way down to the dock, accompanied by Joshua who insisted he be allowed to at least stretch his legs after going the whole night without a cough.

“Now, then,” he murmurs as he walks alongside you. “The Great Wood will be as good a place as any, and if you do not tell him, then I will be forced to.”

“Joshua-”

“And I won’t hear otherwise.”

As you reach the end of the dock, Clive is stood waiting, arms crossed and looking entirely unamused.

“Be safe, you two.” Joshua takes your hand and kisses it, before throwing you a wink that makes you bite back a laugh.

Ahead of you, Clive storms onto the boat.

The idea of a trip to the mainland was exciting – it had been years now since you’d been. It was too risky to go with the Brand on your cheek when the Cursebreakers could move around freely.

You would’ve been excited if the boat ride across hadn’t been so awkward. Clive had sat the entire time with his arms crossed, legs spread, and looking in any direction possible but yours. He still wasn’t happy with you joining him and you felt awful - you’d never wanted to be a burden on anyone.

“Stay by my side at all times.” He commands as you finally enter the Great Wood. It’s a little more overgrown than you remembered, but you do recognize certain trees from your wanderings.

“Of course.” You nod. He can’t help but soften his tone as he sees the delight in your eyes at being back within the Great Wood – it must’ve been years. “Do you recall which way to go?” “Mm.” You point to south, through a thicket. “That way, I’m sure of it.”

The walk there is quiet, besides Clive hacking a path clear with his sword as you remember the way. It isn’t long before you finally emerge through another thicket and find a grove below filled with red begonias, nearly as far as the eye can see.

You smile at the sight, looking back over your shoulder. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Mm. Very.” You fail to notice he wasn’t looking at the blooms.

You turn your attention back to the ground and the drop before you, not feeling confident at all with idea of jumping down. “There used to be an incline, but maybe it’s washed away with the rains. Maybe if we walk round we’ll find another route down?”

“I have an idea.” Clive hops down with ease, being sure to land in a patch that is clear of flowers. “I can lift you down, if you’d permit me.”

You nod, suddenly feeling shy. “How do I…?”

“Place your hands on my shoulders and I’ll…” He trails off as you follow his instructions, wrapping his arms around your hips to lift you down. He doesn’t know why he does it - there was certainly no need to - but he takes an unsteady step back, losing his footing and the two of you crash down to the ground with a thud.

“By the Founder…! Did I hurt you?” Clive asks, his brow furrowed in concern despite the fact you are still firmly wrapped in his arms, his body having cushioned the fall entirely.

“I’m fine, Clive,” you reply, tantalizingly close to his lips. You could just…

“Are you sure?”

And all the sudden you’re kissing him.

For a moment he kisses back – it’s soft, sweet and chaste, as Clive always is - before he pulls back and sits up in a hurry, looking as red as the blooms that surround you. “No, I’m sorry. We can’t, I can’t. Not to Joshua.”

“Joshua?” You look puzzled.

“I saw you two – the morning I came back. You were holding his hand in the infirmary.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head furiously at the accusation. “Holding his…? No, not like that. Of course I care for Joshua, but no more than I do a good friend.”

“But on the dock, he…”, Clive swallows, feeling childish. “He winked at you.”

“An inside joke.” You protest. “He… Well, he hoped that I might find the courage to confess to you, whilst we were away from the eyes of the Hideaway.”

“Confess?”

“My…” You try and shy away then, head down, but his arms are still wrapped firmly around your waist and keeping you in place, “..feelings for you.”

One arm loosens, a gloved hand cupping your chin to tilt your face back up to him.

“I cannot tell you how long I have hoped to hear those words from your lips, my darling.”

You feel dizzy as you press your lips back against his, but in an entirely good way.

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Suppression | Choi Mujin x Reader

A/N: I’ve written this about a year ago and I just left it in my drafts so I didn’t proofread this. Hopefully, you’ll still get the story.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: 18+, angst, age gap, eventual smut, pining, jealousy

You first joined the gang when you were 19 and only three years after that, you were able to climb the ranks of Dongcheon. Sighing, you collapsed on the couch of the private gym wherein you practice with the other higher ranks.

“You’re still here?” You abruptly stood up as you look at the source of the voice.

“Oh... Taeju-yah, you scared me.” I sighed, sitting up and resting my back on the couch. He chuckled and sat beside me.

“Taeju-yah? I’m older than you by two years, you know?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Don’t expect me to call you oppa, please..” He laughed once again and ruffled your hair.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

I eyed him from head to toe. “You’re not exactly an oppa-type-of-guy. Sorry.”

He chuckled once again as we both heard two pairs of footsteps entering the gym. I stood up as I greet them.

“Hyungnim,” Taeju muttered.

“Sunbae,” I greeted Donghoon-sunbaenim. During my stay here, Donghoon sunbaenim has always guided me and helped me. In a sense, he’s like a father to me.

“Hey, you guys are still here?” Donghoon asked.

“Oh, I was just wrapping up when Taeju came in.”

“Again, careful with the Taeju, I told you I’m older than you.” He wrapped his arm on my shoulder, making contact with my exposed skin. Then his other hand gently pat my head as if to scold me.

“As I said earlier, don’t expect me to call you oppa.” I whispered back while Donghoon sunbae watched us, laughing at our exchange.

“I won’t be surprised if you two end up marrying each other.”

I glared at him. “Sunbae, please.”

“I don’t know why you’re assuming that I’ll get married at all, Hyung-nim.” - Taeju

“Yes, bold of you to assume that someone would marry this guy.”

“Woah, make sure you will not eat your words once you fall in love with me and force me into marrying you.”

“That will never happen, so you can now sleep peacefully.” I pat his shoulder gently.

“Oh Mujin, are you going to give them your blessings? Because I would.” That’s when I realized that the boss of Dongcheon was also standing behind Donghoon sunbae.

“Sir,” I bowed.

“Eyyy no need to call Hyungnim boss or sir when it’s just us.” Taeju said. “Right, Hyung?”

I was dazed, his eyes were fixed on me. Have I mentioned that I have a tiny crush on the mob boss, Choi Mujin? I mean, who doesn’t?

“Right,” Donghoon sunbae encourages, putting his arm over the boss’ shoulder, he can freely do that because Mujin is wayyyy younger than he is.

After waiting for any reaction, I began to ask. “So, uhm, what should I call you si- uhm.” I start to blabber nonsense, I wish that I did not, but as I said.... I have a little crush for the boss.

“Mujin, just call me Mujin casually, Y/N.” He said as he intently stared me to my eyes, oh boy.

Thankfully, Taeju butted in. “So I can call you Mujin too, right Hyung?”

Mujin slightly smirked as he reluctantly took his eyes off of her, eyes temporarily settling at Taeju’s. “I clearly said Y/N, Taeju-yah.”

Taeju sighed. “Arasseo,” he gripped my right arm in his hand and bowed at the two older men. “Then... we’ll be going now, Hyung-deul.”

The two nodded at us before Taeju started dragging me out. “Wait, where are you taking me? I didn’t agree to your date proposal.”

He squinted his eyes on me. “Shut up.”

When the two kids left the room, Mujin found himself staring at the girl who was over 10 years younger his age while Donghoon’s laughs filled the room.

“Is there really something between them?” He asked as soon as they disappeared.

Donghoon found his answer interesting. “Why? Are you afraid that she isn’t good enough for your favorite Jung Taeju?”

Mujin shook his head as he look at Donghoon. Mujin knew that you were Donghoon’s favorite, sometimes he thinks Donghoon acts like your father. It makes sense, you and Donghoon has some similarities though it’s hard for Mujin to talk to you yet.

An idea came into Donghoon’s mind as he watched Mujin. His eyes were on him but it was obvious that he was thinking about something else.

“Don’t tell me..” Donghoon said, thinking it was absurd. “No, right?”

Mujin was suddenly brought out from his thoughts. “What?”

Donghoon stared at him longer for a moment, still observing Mujin’s face.

Mujin found this weird so he took a step back. “What?”

But the older guy only looked away and shook his head. “nothing,” Then he started walking to the ring.

“What was that??”

“Nevermind, it’s just nonsense.”

For the next two years, me and Mujin became closer and it wasn’t awkward for us to talk about things anymore. We become a lot more friendly but not like how friendly I am with Taeju. He’s also overprotective with his people but not in a way similar to Donghoon. Though it confuses me, I find this side of him warm.

He stood from the bar and went off to look for you. You were sent to a mission to kidnap the new supplier of drugs that has been affecting your business for weeks now, you had to wear a rather revealing dress as a dress code to the party. You managed to succeed with the mission, leaving it to the hands of Taeju and Donghoon who carried out the unconscious body of your target from a while ago.

From a far, Mujin saw her scanning the crowds looking for him. A slight smirk painted on his face thinking that she was only looking for him. He made his way towards her, increasing his speed once he saw males surrounding her bombarding her with questions. Without a word, Mujin managed to slip himself in the crowd, placing his hand on one side of your hip, pulling you against him.

All the guys looked up to him, irritation was painted on their faces. He wanted to show who she is, at least to him, so smirking he said. “There you are,” whispering it to your ear.

Mujin waited and Y/N seemed to catch up well as a smile painted to her face and her hand falling on his chest. “Oh, hey love.” you said with that voice. “I’ve been looking for you.” you began to snuggle against him, head falling in his chest.

“Sorry, let’s go?” All you replied was a nod. With that, Mujin took off his eyes from you and to the guys who was obviously disappointed. He couldn’t stop flashing them a smug grin as he placed his hand on your back, gently assisting you out of the room. His hand lingered even when you two made it to his car.

“You’ve done so well..” Mujin complimented and I beamed up, of course, my boss was complimenting me so how can I not feel giddy?

Mujin still wouldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Well, because you did so well and it’s such a waste to go home looking like that. Why don’t we go get dinner first?” Looking like that? Did he thought I was beautiful? You looked up at him and saw him already staring at you.

“Sure,” that’s when Mujin finally took his eyes off of you as he opened the door to his seat, a hidden smile on his face from his approval of your answer. With that, you followed after him and opened your own door.

Mujin took you to a rather fancy restaurant, the night was filled with just you two talking. You were admiring how he looked, as did he. His eyes never leaving yours. He watched you all night, from how you cut your steak, to how you laughed when he mentioned something funny and to how you drank the your wine. Your tongue running over your lower lip in an attempt to savor it up to its last drop. And though his thoughts ran wild again from this, he restrained himself, knowing all too well how you would react once he took action for his thoughts.

And so the night ends by him dropping you off to your unit, both of you restraining yourselves, both thinking how the other would be furious once you’ve done something.

“Oh right, I almost forgot. Here’s the telecomm,” You held the little device in your hand mid air, waiting for Mujin to take it. His hand extended to yours, fingers lightly grazing yours and you both stilled in that moment for a few seconds, both contemplating whether to hold each other hands but deciding not to do so.

You look away and opened the door. Bowing you say, “Thank you for the dinner.”

And all Mujin did was to nod his head, your hand closing the door as you proceed to walk off to your door. Mujin can only watch.

Spending the next year together only worsen the tension. He wanted you more, but he couldn’t do anything about it. And so he observed you with his eyes, watched how you move and fight, and savor listening to your voice.

You forget the amount of times you had to remind yourself not to think of lewd things when your boss calls you into his suite, instructing you for a mission. And you always had to remind yourself that he was just being a kind friend whenever he tells you to be careful as you turn your back to him after receiving orders. And he would always wait for you to look at him again whenever you halt in place when he does this, but you never did.

Just like Donghoon and Taeju, Mujin only wanted you to be safe, there was no other underlying meaning to this. So you always convinced yourself to continue walking out of his office.

One time, this happened in the presence of Donghoon. The moment you left the room, he asked. “What’s stopping you?”

Mujin didn’t bother to lie, he knew it was useless. So, instead of answering, he just downed his whiskey, hoping that Donghoon will just drop the subject.

Thankfully, he did.

You were busy in the gym, training the new guys. Especially Do Gangjae, he has the skills and he’s willed enough to win the brawls. Despite being the maknae, he earned the trust of the older trainees. You were having fun for a while, until you heard the news.

Donghoon is dead.

Donghoon, your only father figure.

When you found out about the truth, you found yourself speechless. Asking yourself and even the ghost of Donghoon if everything was just a lie. Those stories, time, laughters and memories that you’ve shared together, was it all just a lie?

You didn’t even have the courage to go to his funeral, opting never to associate with him again.

You cared so much for Donghoon. As much as you care for Mujin and Taeju. So his death, despite his betrayal, was still as painful. What made it even worse is knowing who killed him, and still understanding why he was killed... why it was necessary.

It was the most important rule of Dongcheon, betray the organization and you will be killed. Surely, Donghoon knew of this risk before he entered the organization as a spy.

Though Mujin will never say it, you knew he hated the situation too. Donghoon was his most trusted friend, and you knew that, for a moment, he hesitated. But it was the rule of Dongcheon, and without it, the organization will crumble.

His betrayal changed something in your leader, as well as Taeju. Mujin seemed to draw boundaries now, Taeju started calling him sir/boss/CEO again, so you decided to call him that too. Taeju, at first, didn’t want to strike any conversation with you at all, but he eventually came around.

Mujin did not. It’s as if he had taken all the steps he made towards you, and now you’re both back to zero. He realized how wrong it was for him to trust someone, given his... profession and lifestyle. He should’ve known better. Everyone will betray him someday. And he would eventually have to kill them.

Never did the three of you spend your time together again, eating samgyeopsal at the same place, though Taeju will sometimes offer to treat you somewhere else.

It all gets worse once Donghoon’s daughter came in the picture. She’s too driven by revenge. At times, you wanted to scare her away, to tell her to escape and rebuild her life, but she was too eager to avenge her dad. A part of you felt for her, for all the times that she had missed Donghoon, he was with you, looking after you like a father. Perhaps that was the reason why he was so fond of you? Maybe you reminded him of his own daughter? But you’ll never know.

You never had the chance to convince Mujin to let go of his little revenge, believing that he wouldn’t listen to you. He seemed to have grown an interest for Donghoon’s girl. Finding her similar to Donghoon, yet different. She was much braver than him. You understood why Mujin was so interested in her and you knew, that if there was someone who could cause Mujin’s and Dongcheon’s downfall... then it would be her. So you weren’t that surprised, watching Mujin training her in such late hour. He’s smiling again, you can taste jealousy in your tongue.

Not really having the energy for other things, you volunteered to handle the deal in Japan, and when you came back.. you found out that Gangjae has killed Donghoon’s daughter, Ji-woo, was it?

Such tragic life.

Well, yours isn’t any different.

For the next two years, Dongcheon only became more powerful. Which meant that there were more enemies. Taeju was in charge of transacting with the dealing of drugs while you were in charge of taking care of Dongcheon’s allies, always sent out to make sure that everything is in order. You thought 2 years would be enough for Mujin to come around, but it turns out that you were wrong. Still, you were happy that he seemed to be doing better now, and if your source was correct, a member of Dongcheon said that Mujin was frequently seeing a woman, though you never knew of her name and face. Except for the fact that Mujin drinks in her tumbler, chamomile. She gives him chamomile tea.

Mujin waited for you to enter his office, a glass of whiskey in his left hand. It’s been years, but he still finds himself anticipating every chance that he gets just to get a glimpse of you.

“How are things with the other gangs? Are they demanding something else?” He asked, eyes on her, scanning her face. As always, she looked beautiful, though he wondered why she was wearing a turtle neck instead of their normal dress shirt.

“There are no problems as of the moment sir, though Seotaji keeps demanding for more drugs, we were able to settle it.”

“Demanding?”

“Yes sir, they have a new leader. But it’s all settled.” Mujin only nodded, eyes moving from your eyes and to your neck. He was surprised by what he saw than what he just heard.

You realized where he was looking at so you quickly pulled your turtleneck higher, hiding the hickeys.

“Okay, good work, leave.” He said, turning his chair from her form, downing his alcohol again in an attempt to bury the sting in his chest.

Who was the bastard that left his mark on you? Did they purposely placed it there to remind Mujin how he can never have you? His mind flashed pictures of you with another man, watching and hearing you gasp and moan for someone else... so when he heard the door close behind you, he tossed his glass of whiskey to the floor, his right hand reaching to his pocket, desperately lighting his cigarette to ease his mind of these pictures.

Taeju entered the room and had it cleaned up. “Is there a problem, sir?”

Mujin only shook his head. “Is there anything happening with our members?”

Taeju was confused, what is it that he wanted to know? Knowing that you entered before him, he must’ve realized it.

“He’s not from Dongcheon,” Mujin nodded.

Then who the fuck is he?

“I’d look into it sir—“

“Why would you?” Mujin grew defensive all of a sudden. “It’s none of my business, I was just curious..”

“Just to make sure he wouldn’t bring trouble to the organization.” Taeju said, but the look in his eyes alone was enough confirmation that he did knew of Mujin’s intentions.

“Okay, do that.” Taeju bowed once again before leaving the room.

In no time, Taeju found out about your lover. He’s just a gangster from an allied gang. He’s at the same age as you.

This went on for months, you walking in wearing a turtle neck and Mujin already knowing why. He would just dismiss you after that.

Today was going to be the same, though when you walked in, you saw a tipsy Mujin. Which has never happened before. “Sir,” you bowed.

“Again?” He asked, laughing bitterly. He stood up and walked around his desk, stopping just in front of it to sit. “Don’t you guys even rest? Is he that crazy for you?”

You were flustered. “Sir—“

“Shh, I don’t wanna hear it.” He shook his head. “Can I blame him? No. No."

Before you can even process his words, your attention was suddenly on his touch, he held your hand in his as gently as he could. He then caressed your fingers, his thumb tracing the ring on your finger. Another mark on you. Whoever this guy was, he certainly knew how to show possession, and it drives Mujin crazy but there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Are you marrying him?” He asked.

Before she could even answer, Taeju entered the office. And she was gone in an instant, thinking about what he just said.

The next time you saw each other, no one mentioned it again. The silent treatment went on until one day you didn’t show up for work, Taeju had no idea why too. And another day passed, still no you. Mujin grew impatient so he sent Taeju to you, but you were not in your apartment.

The next day, you showed up late at night, apologizing. Mujin sat in his desk, looking at you. “Where have you been?”

“I apologize sir—“

“Wait,” he said, eyes scanning your face. He went down from his desk and took strides to stand in front of you. He lifted his right hand and let it fall on your left cheek, his thumb running over a bruise.

“What happened to you?” You averted your gaze from him, wanting to hide.

“It’s... I just got into a fight during—“

“Stop lying, it’s been years since I last saw you with a bruise.” He knew full well that it wasn’t from an enemy, you had let your guard down, which meant that it was caused by someone you trust. Mujin’s hands started to slightly pull the collar of your dress shirt, looking for other bruises.

“Mujin...”

All Mujin could feel was rage. “Where is he?”

“It’s all settled, Mujin. I finished it—“ Mujin only shook his head, trying to calm himself.

“Y/N, where is he?” When he was sure that you were alright, Mujin left to look for your ex. When he did found him, he was already bruised with a scar on his face, which is your doing.

Taeju swung his fist first, while Mujin watched.

When enough was done, Mujin held the guy’s chin and made him look at his eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are to do that?” He then swung one punch on the man’s jaw, kicking him repeatedly on his chest. “Fucking. Bastard.”

He then stopped. “Don’t you dare come near her again. Or I’ll make sure you’ll die slowly in the most painful way possible.”

As the months go by, the little bruise disappeared. Taeju had learned the truth, he attacked you in your apartment when you were asleep after ending things with him, fortunately, your intense training had helped you. You were staying at Liber for the mean time, Mujin didn’t want to risk it. So you weren’t surprised when he suddenly showed up in front of your door step, asking if you two could talk.

You served him wine that was left by Taeju. His eyes observed you all the while, something that you’re very used to. When you extended your arm to give him his wine. There was only silence between the two of you. When he finished his glass, Mujin only sat there staring at you, waiting for you to empty your own glass, his eyes focused on your lips. How long has it been since he met you? 8 years? And he’s been wanting to bend you in his desk for 6 years. Pining over you and being content with watching you.

Feeling nervous under his gaze, you downed the remaining wine on your glass. “You’re not wondering why I’m here?”

You shook your head.

“How about everything that I said before? Or how I reacted? Are you not curious as to why I reacted like that?”

“No sir, I thought it’s because it would’ve been a shame to Dongcheo—“

“Stop pretending, I know you know it.” Mujin said, his teeth clenching as you watch him close his eyes in frustration. You’d be an idiot, if you still don’t know by now that the leader has romantic feelings for you.

“Know what sir?” To change the topic, you stood up from the couch. “Do you want some more wine si—“ Mujin gently tugged her hand, causing her to fall on his lap.

His touch was too much. Too much that she couldn’t find the strength to stand up from his lap. Her mind ran wild when he placed his rough hands on her hips, adjusting her thighs to straddle him, his eyes wandering from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes again.

“I’ll give you 5 seconds to stand up.” He whispered, looking at her eyes. “5....4.....3.....2....”

Then his eyes fell on her lips as he gently held her chin. “1,” then he pulled her and kissed her.

And though Mujin counted, he was expecting for her to pull away, so he was surprised when she rested her hands on his shoulders instead and kissed him back.

Mujin’s desire only ran wild, his senses were high on alert as they took her in. The feeling of her body against his, her scent, the sound of their lips locking, and the taste of her lips. Suddenly, he felt himself getting drunk of her.

Y/N thought she would melt, as she felt him gently caressing her arms, rubbing them up and down as if she was fragile. She felt so important, so adored. And if she only knew every thought of Mujin about her, she would definitely feel like a queen. If it was up to him, he could build a statue of her.

They had to pull away for a while, their eyes opening at the same time. “You’re so beautiful,” Mujin said, scanning her whole face while his hand caressed her cheek, pulling her face close to him again and sticking her forehead to his, closing his eyes. “You taste and feel so good, even better than I imagined.” He then pulled his face away from her to stare at her. “You don’t deserve anything less than perfection, and though I can’t give that to you, I’ll do my best to give you everything that I can.”

Through his half lidded eyes, Mujin stared in your eyes. “I’ll make sure you won’t ever regret it.... and all I ask in return is for you to stay by my side.”

He softly traced your facial features with the back of his hand. “Can you do that for me?”

With this question, you let your hand fall to the face of the man who was letting himself be vulnerable to you, despite of all the betrayals that he went through. “I will stay by your side, even if you don’t ask me to.” Mujin let himself take in the warmth of your hand, your touch drives him crazy that he wondered why he even restrained himself from doing this in the first place, then he would’ve had you for all those years, and you wouldn’t have to suffer from some lowly bastard.

He nodded at your response before moving his hand from caressing your cheek and to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper. Mujin was eager to taste you, and you let him. Fighting for dominance, you were trying to beat his tongue but when you felt his hands rubbing your thigh, you lost it. Losing your mind, you let him win. Mujin was smirking because of this.

“Mmmm,” The feel of his rough hands on your soft skin was so addicting. You’ve been touched before, but Mujin’s touch makes you feel like you’re burning up. You wanted more, wanting to feel his warmth, you arch your back and pushed your body closer to his.

Mujin moaned at the feeling of your chest against his, growing excited by the fact that he could touch you and undress you now, his long time desire. Now that he was distracted, you took your chance to land soft kisses in his jaw and neck. You work on his necktie, loosening it and throwing it somewhere in the room. You then moved to take off his jacket that was tossed somewhere too. You excitedly unbuttoned his dress shirt, aching to feel his skin under your finger tips. Mujin only chuckled at this, helping you unbutton his shirt.

“So eager for me,” he mused. You pulled away and stared at him through half lidded eyes.

“Do you even have any idea how badly I wanted to do this?” You whispered, trailing kisses from his jaw, his exposed shoulders and up his neck again to his ear. “Every time you called for me in your office, I wanted nothing but to straddle you in your chair and to just grind into you while leaving kisses in your beautiful neck.”

Mujin felt his cock twitching at your sudden confession. “Is that so?”

“Yes sir,” He moaned when you started grinding on top of him. “Fuck!” Hands falling on your butt and guiding them to grind against his hard-on. When you finally unbuttoned Mujin’s dress shirt, he took it off and tossed it behind him.

“As much as I love the feel of your lips, love, I also have my own desires to fulfill.” With that, Mujin pulled you in once again for another hot kiss, this time it was more forceful, you felt the slight burning of your lips. He squeezed your breasts through your clothes and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Please....” you said as you brushed his hair through your fingers. He held the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head, he pulled away just so he can see you, his eyes filled with lust and burning desire. He expertly unclasped your bra and let them fall down, his eyes dilating at the sight, while he bit his lip with a smirk in his face.

“So fucking beautiful,” he wasted no time, he pulled you closer and left a trail of kisses in your jaw, sucking everywhere that his lips touched, marking you. Finally. His kisses went down to your neck, finding the spot that made you moan, making sure to bite it and massage it with his tongue afterwards. Your shoulders were not excused, he left his marks too. As his kisses move closer to your breasts, he stopped.

“Mujin?” He chuckled. “So needy,” he adjusts your position on his lap, making you high enough so that your nipples were on the same level as his lips. He stared at your eyes and you felt his breath on your now perked up left nipple. Then he teasingly licked it.

“Ahhh...” you let your fingers pull on his hair, pushing him closer to your breasts. He started sucking, then finally, you felt his tongue playing with your nipples. “Shit!” You started grinding your core once again, too turned on.

Mujin was so satisfied to see you so eager for him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. “So, you have a fetish for nipple sucking.” I felt myself blush from his words. “That’ll be fun, but let’s do that some other time, for now..”

He moved to your right nipple, doing the same things that he did, he got the same reaction, which was you grinding your core against him. He made sure to leave marks on your breasts too. When he was satisfied, he pushed you up and guided you to clasp your legs on his torso, he then stood up and walked through your bed, not breaking the kiss. You let your hands slide down his heaving chest and the desire to kiss every inch of him took over you.

Plopping you down to the bed, you took this chance to climb over him. Mujin sighed, knowing he should let you, he then felt your lips on his chest, gently sucking on his skin... he felt weird, never has he been marked before... but he still let you, your lips moved to his tattoo. You pulled away for a second and gave one kiss to it.. just when he though you were gone, you moved your kisses to his nipples. He hissed, strangely liking it. As you move your lips to his other nipple, your hand traveled to unzip his slacks, pushing it lower to palm his hardened member, but he held your hand and turned over, so you were now at the bottom once again.

His lips fell on your breasts, wanting to feel the soft skin of your love handles... his finger traced your tattoo that was identical to him, while his left hand pulled your shorts down. He once again kissed your neck while his finger rubbed circles over your soaked panties.

“Mmmmm...” you moaned. Your breath ragged. He bit you the junction of your neck and shoulder and you were losing your mind so you reached down to take off your panties but he stopped you.

“I want it to be so soaked, love.” He said, kissing you once again, silencing your protests.

“Mmm please, ahh— touch me please Mujin.” You wanted to feel his finger without the cloth and Mujin pulled away to watch you pleading. He buried his nose into your neck once again, inhaling your scent.

“Sorry, I won’t be touching you... not yet.” He said before moving down, he then took off your panties in one move and pulled your legs over his shoulders. He slowly left small kisses in your thighs and his beard felt so heavenly in your skin, you watched under you as he buried his nose in your skin, seemingly wanting to take in your scent. He started moving again and you arch your back to get him where you wanted, but to no avail.

“Mujin please..”

“So wet for me, so eager, is this how much you want me, love?”

“Yes—“ before you can even finished, Mujin licked your folds gently eliciting a loud moan from you. “You taste and smell so good,” you arched you back again, wanting nothing but to bury him in your pussy.

“Please, Mujin.” He didn’t know you’d be the type to plead, but he likes it, so much. So he gave you what you want and began licking your clit, his mouth eating you as if he was starved for a long time. The moans that went out of your mouth were too loud accompanied by your hand in his hair and hearing his name with your gasps and whines made him so eager to draw out every single noise that he can get from you. He buried his nose in your pussy, while he worked his tongue, wanting to get you to come.

“G-gonna come,”

“Go on love, go on...” then he felt your body shaking under him, he looked up at you and in no time, you came in his mouth, his tongue helping you to ride out your high. He tasted your cum, loving how you taste, all the while staring at your face. You eyebrows were scrunched up and your eyes were almost closing, mouth open wide and your chest rising and falling. He then stood up for a while, taking off all of his remaining clothes as you watch him, you legs opening at the sight. He pumped his dick with a smirk on his face as he watched how you reacted.

He then hovered over you once again.

“W-wait, Mujin... I-I’m overstimulated.” Mujin only kissed your neck.

“It’s alright. I think you can take it, love. You’ll do well, going to take me so well, right?”

You had no choice but to nod, wanting to make him feel good.

“You want this, right? I can stop now..”

“No, please, please don’t stop.” Mujin nodded and he took your legs to help you lock them around him, they were powerless, looks like you’re only used to coming once. Huh. For a while, he kissed you to wait for you to move on from your high. Hands cupping your breasts and thumbs playing with your nipple, he noticed that he never failed to bring out a moan from you when it comes to your nipples.

Once he felt you’re alright he placed his arms under yours and held your shoulders, pulling you close to him, his chest touching yours and that alone can make him come. He slid his member on your folds, up and down, before he slowly entered you. You were already slick, but it still was hard for him to slide through. You buried your nails into his back while being stretched out. “Fuck, Y/N.” Once it was all in, he stopped for a moment, waiting for you to adjust, and when you left a kiss on his neck, Mujin knew he could start.

He pulled his hips back and slowly pushed it in, making a sound from slapping his hips to your own. “You feel so good... fuck.. so so good,”

He thrust into you one more time, almost losing his mind on how tight you were. “Mujin...” his thrust starting to get faster, though he always had to remind himself not to get too lost, but it was so hard not to lose control... you feel so good around him.

“You were made to be mine, love. You were made to be fucked by me— oh,” he can hear your whines, the fact that you can’t even form words struck him. He almost came when he felt you clenching around him. “Shibal—ah.”

He buried his face in your chest, moaning into your skin as his pace continued to pick up, your moans and whines only got louder. You were now meeting his thrusts, so it made him think that he could still go faster, which made you scream.

“My noisy princess,” he chuckled, leaving sloppy kisses in every skin that he could reach. He watched as your breasts bounced in each of his thrusts and how you maintained eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, forehead scrunched up. The image of you made him hornier.

“I-I’m—“ he was mind blown by how you were able to cum for him again.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well, princess...” he left kisses on your chests, knowing you were overstimulated once again, which made sense on why you were whining.

“Mujin—please,”

“Shhh shhh, you can take it princess, just one more... one more, you’re doing so well.” He caressed your hair, stepped back for a minute moving your legs over his shoulders for a new angle. He pinned your wrists at the side of your head, now satisfied with the fact that he’s face to face with you, so he left sloppy kisses on your lips, muffling your moans.

“MMMMMM,” you started writhing and he knew that he found your gspot, so he continued in this angle, detaching his lips from yours to bury his forehead to your left shoulder, he was going crazy.

His thrusts became sloppy so you knew he was coming, you moved your hips a little to create a circular motion and he gasped. “Y/N...” you clenched your pussy to his and he buried his forehead deeper into your neck, leaving a bite on the junction while his finger stimulated your clit, causing you to come for the third time.... it finally caused him to come too, your name repeated like a mantra in your neck as he rode out both of your highs together.

He pulled out from you as he let himself collapse beside you, the both of you were panting for a moment. When he moved on, he reached for your face and caress it. You were completely used and he knew you couldn’t even stand. He sat up and looked over at you, eyes falling at the pool of cum in your pussy, oozing out of you, he’s beginning to grow turned on again, but you clearly cannot take another round.

Gently, he kissed your lips as softly as he could, his hands playing with your breasts, and you still reacted. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” And so he carried you to the bathroom and gave you a bath, his hands loving the softness of your skin. You tried to do the same to him but it was hard. He chuckled at this and assured you. “It’s alright, I got it.”

He reminded you to pee and he washed your feminine area for you, longer than he had to, but it still did the trick. He dried your hair and your body, not wanting you to get sick, then he placed you back on the bed once again, placing a soft kiss beside your head. “Thank you for tonight,”

All you could reply was a hum and then you fell asleep, Mujin engulfing you in his arms before draping the blanket over the two of you, still amazed at how good you felt against him, he swore never to stop touching you again.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 7 months

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Hello,

This is the first ask I’ve ever done. So, I’ve had this idea that Law trusts you with protecting his literal heart during fights?

Oh my god? I am sewwww obsessed with this idea! It's simply so cute. If Law were here I would have him screw off your head and give your brain a little smooch!

Heeeeere we go!

Keep it Safe (+18)

Pairing: Law x afab!reader

Summary: After days of fighting, you can’t take it anymore. You want Law to stay with you somewhere safe, but he can’t, so he leaves you his most prized possession.

Trigger Warnings: ANGST? sex, p in v sex, pRONE bONE, injured sex (again?) heavy petting, pet names, cringe, kissin n huggin

Word Count: 2200 hehe

*Arrhhhh!* You yelled as you felled what seemed to be like the millionth enemy pirate. You and the Heart Pirates had been fighting for 3 days now, neither side letting up for a single moment. Your captain was handling his own, but the enemy numbers were simply too many. You looked over your shoulder towards Law, enveloped in his blue dome, slicing the men into pieces with his massive blade. You could tell he was beginning to lose his breath, not even he could keep this up for as long as it had been going on. He meets your eyes across the destruction.

“Y/n look out!” He yelled with wide eyes.

“Wha-“ You were struck in the back of the head and knocked out. That was the last thing you remember.

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You woke up back on the Polar Tang, in a cold medical suite with metal walls. Law was jostling you awake.

You mumbled, “What happened? Did we win? Law?”

“Y/n there’s no time, I have to get back out there. I got you here as fast as I could. You have a concussion, but nothing major. You need to stay here and rest while staying awake.” He turned tail quickly and headed towards the door.

“NO! You can’t!” You tried to jump off the hospital bed towards him, pleading him to stay. Law turned back towards you and stepped in your direction just in time to catch you as you collapsed forward in your weakened physical state. He caught you in his strong, yet weary arms and pulled you into his exposed chest, shirt and jacket both ripped from the battle.

“You can’t go…” You sobbed into his chest, shaking your head. “It’s too much! We can’t win, you’re going to die out there! Please, let’s just sail out of here, please Law…”

Law tilts your head up at him with his blood covered hand, hopefully not his own, you thought. You were so scared, tears streaming down your face, staring up at him babbling and begging for him not go and leave you alone. He pecks a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips.

“Hey don’t cry. How about I give you a very important job to do, huh? Something to help you stay awake and not worry too much?” He was smiling down at you.

“Hhuhh..? Like.. like what?” You sniffled.

In the blink of an eye and a flash of a tattooed hand, Law was holding something close to your face. You leaned back and gasped. It was his heart.

“Here y/n. Take it. It’s just as much yours as it is mine. Keep it safe for me, hmm?” He took his free hand and grasped yours. He held them open and placed his still beating heart inside them. He used his tattooed hands to fold yours up over the the thumping cube. He looked at your face and stroked your fingers with his thumbs soothingly, seeing your shocked expression.

“Don’t worry y/n. This way I can go back out there and you still have me with you. I’ll be back.”

“Law no, I could never-“ you protested but you were feeling faint again.

“Y/n, I promise I will see you soon. Please try and rest. I love you.” He kissed your lips again and rushed out of the door he came in.

You were alone. The rest of your crew was still out there risking their lives and you were stuck in the ship alone.

*thump thump*

Not… totally alone… you thought. You had Law’s heart. He had trusted you with the most important thing to him. A sweet gesture, but what if he knew they’d lose the fight and would want you to have something of his to hold onto forever? The tears started falling again. What if that was the last time you’d ever seen him… Not even getting to say “I love you” back to him one more time? How could he do this to you? He was so selfish! He wanted to save you while letting himself and the rest of the crew die? He couldn’t even predict the guilt you’d live with?

No. Stop. He was coming back. He had to.

“well… I guess we should find something to do, huh?” You asked the thumping heart in your hands.

“OK I’ve lost it.” You sighed to yourself. You were talking to a disembodied muscle. You must have been hit a lot harder than you thought.

You carefully carried the heart to your room and gently set it down on one of the pillows at the head of your bed. You decided on reading a book to distract yourself and try to keep yourself from succumbing to your drowsiness. You pulled one of your favorite erotic novels from your large bookcase and flopped down on your stomach on the bed, holding your head up sitting up on your elbows. The ship was so quiet, it did nothing to distract you from your worries about the crew. You couldn’t focus on any of the words on the page in front of you.

*thump thump*

“Well… Law always likes when I read to him… Maybe the heart likes it too?”

You shake your head at how silly you sounded, but you knew that reading out loud would keep your mind on the text as opposed to your lover’s fate. So you started reading…

"The lady of the manor lifted her skirt, reaching a slender hand down and spread-"

Before you know it, over an hour goes by.

“And just as she was about to-“ You look at the pillow next to you and you notice the heart start to beat slower. You close the book and sit upright, you grab the heart in your hands and take a closer look. The heart rate seemed to still drop… oh my god? Was he dying? You were watching him literally die in your hands.

“LAW NO!” You scream desperately at the heart in your hands. It was so faint now… You panic, you didn’t know what to do. You were deep on the ship now, by the time you had made it to the surface he would be gone. You start sobbing, your tears dripping down your chin and dripping onto Law’s weak heart you had clutched to your chest. Your chest heaved as you let our wracked, pained sobs. You cried so hard you began to dry heave, body bent forward, snot and tears soaking your cheeks.

*thump thump*

What was that?

*thump thump*

It was coming back. You felt Law’s heartbeat start to come back, it was erratic but it was back. You sobbed out a laugh with a relieved smile. He was still alive. You were happy but so overcome by emotions, you didn’t know what to think. You laid your head down on the pillow next to your- Law’s heart. You couldn’t stay awake any longer, you fell asleep listening to the soft thumping.

—-

“I thought I told you not to fall asleep.” You woke up to Law walking into your bedroom.

“Law! You’re back!” Your eyes snapped all the way open and you jumped off the bed and into his arms. He winced, obviously injured from the fight, but he played it off as concern for you.

“Careful now, you should still be resting.” He pushed you back towards the bed and gently set you down on it. He had barely made you comfortable before he flopped forward onto the bed next to you. You smiled. He had clearly been to hell and back but his only concern was taking care of you first.

“Gotta shower…” Law mumbled, his face directed into your mattress and hat flopped off over the edge of the bed.

“No.. Not tonight. Let’s just sleep.” You urged him to sit up so you could begin taking the clothes off his tired body. He relented and gave you full access to rid his body of blood soaked clothes. Eventually you strip your captain bare and stand up to fold his clothes at the edge of your bed. He grabs your wrist.

“Stop, get in here. Take your nightgown off. Need you.” Law punctuated each sentence with a heavy breath. You oblige, stripping the soft garment over your head and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of his clothes you left unfolded. You climbed into bed next to him, on your belly propped up on your elbows. You look at him laying on his back next to you. You look at his tired face.

“I thought… I thought you died… Your heart….” You look down and realize it’s still on your pillow. He hadn’t put it back in yet.

“You took great care of it, y/n. You always have…” He leans up on his side and starts kissing you up your arm towards your shoulder. You feel his arm snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Instinctively, without thinking you grab his heart with both hands. He jolts a little bit and grinds his hardening cock into the side of your hip.

“You hold it so nicely, y/n.” Law licks a quick strip up your arm to the top of your shoulder and gently sinks his teeth in there. “Your hands are so soft and beautiful, just look at them, y/n. I especially love them when they’re wrapped around my cock…”

Your pussy clenched. He was never able to resist you, even in situations like these. Even if he didn’t have the energy to give you the jack hammering of your life, he would still find a way to give you maximum pleasure.

"You know what else I love seeing wrapped around my cock?" He kissed the nape of your neck.

He continued, "Your pretty mouth... and your tight little cunt... Always so wet and soft for me... Like you were made for just me..."

He moved his body to be pressed on top of yours. You were high on his filthy words you could barely hold yourself up on your elbows anymore as he kissed down you spine slowly with an open mouth.

“You are the most perfect girl, taking care of my heart so well. I knew I could trust you with it. You’re my perfect, sweet, y/n, isn’t that right?” He reached your lower back and stopped kissing you. “Right… y/n?”

“Fuck-“ You were so turned on. You never expected to be seduced after such a dramatic moment, but Law always had ways of melting you under his touch.

“Yes, Law.” You breath out, throwing your head back.

“Yes, what, my sweet love?” He sits up on his knees behind you. He pushes your legs open and hovers back over you, leaning on his arms.

“Yes, Law. I’m yours. I’m your girl. I belong to you, forever!” You desperately choked out, starting to ache with need for him to be inside of you.

“Mmmm… yes, and I belong to you y/n. Look at my heart in your hands.” He purrs into your ear as he leans back down over you and pressing his chest flush against your back. “It beats for you.”

He reaches his hand down to guide his cock into your dripping hole. “Law, I love you-“ You gasp out as he slides himself into you to the hilt.

“Fucking shit y/n I love you too, always so good for me. Takes care of me so well.” You lay flat on your stomach as he languidly slips his cock in and out of you. Every now and then he places slow and sloppy kisses on your neck as you whine with pleasure. The force of his strokes were punctuated with a soft grunt from his own desperate mouth. The pace was slow, it was all he could manage right now, but it still had you building towards an incredible finish.

“Law, more, please…” You elbows finally gave out, you flattened forward against the bed, still clutching Law’s heart into your chest.

“Anything for you, my love. I’m gonna make you cum so good. Such a nice reward for holding my heart safe. Is that what you want, y/n? Want me to reward you like my perfect girl?” Law grips your hips harder and drills them forcefully into yours, getting as deep as he possibly can.

His cock was nestled so deep into you, curving up to hit your favorite spot he always knew how to find, you were tossed over the edge of pleasure. You spasm and cream all over his shaft as you scream his name.

“Gooooood girl baby,” Law praises you for cumming so prettily on his cock. “You’re so beautiful when you do that. Gonna fill you up now sweetheart, okay? Take it all, I know you will, so perfect…”

You both groaned as he spilled his load deep inside of you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck and rode out his high, breathing heavily.

“Y/n… love… you…”

“I love you too, Law. So much. I’m so happy you’re safe, I was so worried about you I-…”

You heard snoring and the man on top of you got so much heavier. He had already fallen asleep. You felt a slow thumping in your hands and you struggled to push him off you.

“Really? Can you at least put your heart back in first???”

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glader13 · 6 months

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Chasing Memories of You (part 2)

Part 1

He first saw your family and Gwen, pausing some distance away from them. They were sitting in lawn chairs, eating some light snacks and drinking. Your grave was surrounded by vibrant flowers and letters. Miguel watched your loved ones with confusion and slight anger, how are they able to smile as if it’s all right?

Miguel continued to watch, gripping the bouquet as he was unable to move, his throat tightened, he hasn’t visited since your funeral. He blamed his absence on work, on running the Spider-Society, but would visit your grave in his own way. He would put himself through hell each night by watching files of you. Peter and Jess, hell, even Lyla, has told him that visiting here would heal him. But healing means letting you go, and he can never do such a thing. He would rather chase the memories of you, and hold them forever.

“Finally you visit me,” he heard your voice, “Been a long time love.”

Miguel’s throat tightened again as he felt the ghost of your lips, of your hands. He even smelled your perfume in the wind. “Querida,” he whispered, “I miss you so much.” But you didn’t respond, and he felt more broken than ever.

“Hello,” Miguel said, trying his best to smile, “I hope I’m not too late.”

Your mother smiles, jumping up and hugging Miguel. He keeps his hands by his side, his eyes only focusing on your grave, a place that he wouldn’t think to have seen so soon. He imagined your voice again, laughing at how he didn’t want to hug your mother. He slowly hugged her back, her perfume twisting Miguel’s heart. He knew the smell, even the name, instantly. Bringing him back to date nights and close sessions back at HQ, when he drowned in you.

Miguel waved at your Peter and Gwen, who both smiled. Miguel took a seat in the lawn chair next to your mother, in front of him on a small table were snacks and pictures of you. The bouquet felt heavy in his hands, as he wished for a bottle of alcohol, or that he wasted himself last night. Miguel mindlessly listened to Gwen talk about a recent run-in with a villain, but he just stared, his mind traveling to when he lost you. An attack on Nueva York, from multiple villains, took you from him. And that he wasn’t there to help you. If only he had taken care of Green Goblin, if only he had been aware of the area, then you would be here. Everything seemed miles away as he slipped into the waters of his memories, the inky hands pulling him down.

“Miguel!” You stumbled over to him.

He immediately removed his mask, his face tight with worry as he ran to you in the smoky warehouse. You nearly collapsed in his arms, finally closing your eyes briefly. Miguel removed your hand from your side, his heart twisting seeing red coating your hand.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Green Goblin,” you muttered, feeling the front area of your stomach, before checking the wound, at least it wasn’t too deep, “I didn’t know that they’re annoying in any universe.”

Miguel, smiled softly, happy that he got here in time, “Where is he?”

You motioned to a pile of rubble, “Underneath that, and he’s tied up.”

“Alright, go outside with the others, I’ll meet you after I deal with him,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Wait, let me go with you,” you said, “I need to tell you something. The thing from this morning.”

“Amor, can it please wait?” Miguel said as you trailed behind him, “I just want to be fully …”

You stopped walking, feeling your stomach drop. You tuned out Miguel’s voice, only becoming aware of your surroundings. You spun around, not being able to see very well in the hazy air. Your strained vision was telling you nothing was there, but your body was telling you to be prepared. You rushed past him, his voice calling you sounded like you were underwater, distant and muffled.

You saw the rubble was moved, and more frighteningly, your webbing was in pieces. Shit, you thought, as Miguel brought out Lyla to scan the warehouse. Miguel placed you behind him, as he walked through the building, following a marker that Lyla found. He then motioned for you to go to the other side of it, so you’ll be able to corner him.

“Now,” Miguel’s voice was in your ear, but your webs almost hit Miguel as you narrowly escaped his.

“What the hell? You almost hit me,” you said, to which he replied, “You almost hit me”.

You both walked to the source of the beacon, seeing that it was a piece of the Green Goblin’s suit on the floor. That’s when you felt the same dread in your stomach again, looking through the smoke, trying to get a good look at the high ceiling you saw a flash of green. It faded in and out, kind of like a timer.

Timer.

“Miguel, Miguel,” Gwen brought him back to reality, “We were sharing our favorite moments with y/n and we wanted to know if you wanted to share.”

He looked at everyone around him, feeling cut off from oxygen as his chest tightened. He didn’t think about you sober, it hurts too much. He let out a shaky breath, the bouquet stabbing his hand as he squeezed it. Favorite memory of you? It’s impossible to name one, especially when he has a file dedicated to you. The sun felt too hot, as he was put into a box, facing your ghost. “I don’t have a favorite,” he smiles, finding the courage to talk, “Any moment with her is my favorite memory. But it was for Gabi’s recital, I couldn’t make it there to help her get ready, so y/n did. She sent me pictures documenting the process and seeing Gabi’s smile throughout was heaven itself.” At the recital when he saw you, his breath was gone, as he felt something akin to love. Miguel got up, kneeling in front of your grave, resting his head on it, his mind wandering back to when he lost you, locking him in a prison.

You got Miguel out of the way in time, of course you did. Miguel didn’t sense the bomb, he wasn’t even aware of it. The world erupted in a fiery green light and heat. You hit your head first, before feeling a sharp pain in your stomach, causing your heart to stop. No, no no, you thought as you tried to get up, but it only made everything worse. You could barely breathe as you tried to call out to Miguel, his body just feet away from you.

You looked around you and saw that you were in your puddle of blood. Even near your head, was a puddle of it, you finally looked in front of you and saw a piece of metal, it could have been a pipe, jagged and protruding from your abdomen. You tried calling him again, the pain unbearable, mixing with the heat of the fire.

You watched his unconscious body, willing him to get up. But it was hard to stay awake, as you watched him you felt your mind slip away from you to a place where you weren’t Spider-Woman, and Miguel was just him. Gabi would be there, and your little one would be there too. You weakly placed your hand on your stomach, tears falling on your face, you didn’t even get to see them grow. You won’t even get the chance to tell Miguel.

“Miggy,” you whispered, “I’m sorry that I didn’t get to tell you,” each word you spoke was pulling you down, away from this world, you felt your heart failing with each beat, “I … love you.”

You knew that he couldn’t hear you, but at least you said it. You heard Peter B through your watch, but you couldn’t answer everything, everyone was faded. A part of the warehouse came crashing down causing the flames to come closer to you and Miguel. Please get up, you thought. You tried to shoot a web at him, but it landed inches away from him. You tried to call him again, but his name was lost in a cough that burned your throat and caused more blood to trickle out.

So you called his name one last time, which used all the strength that you had left.

He felt the heat first. Then he heard the gnashing of the flames before he heard you. Your panicked, but weakened voice, that was eaten by the fire. He jumped up, calling out for you, if he’s still here that means you are too. Miguel turned on your location, only to realize that you were right behind him, he began to run toward you only to stop. He felt like puking seeing the pipe protrude from your stomach, he fell next to you immediately checking your pulse.

“Not you baby,” he says, checking your neck for a pulse after he felt nothing from your wrists, “Please, I’m here now. Come on, fight baby,” he kept on looking at your face, fighting the same helplessness when Gabi died, “I can’t lose you too.”

His nose became overwhelmed with the sickening metallic smell, it permeated his brain, creating a memory that he knew he’d never be able to forget. Blood, your blood was everywhere. As much as he tried to stop it, it kept flowing. It got on his suit, on his hands. Each passing moment was causing him to become more helpless.

“Lyla!” He called for her, “Lyla!”

“What? I’m here-“ her voice trailed off seeing your body.

“I need you to go to HQ, tell the doctor to get the room ready, Lyla,” Miguel brought her out of her trance, “Go find a doctor at HQ.”

“Her pulse is dangerously low, Miguel,” Lyla said, “Going to HQ-“

“I don’t care how low it is, she has one so that means there’s a chance. I’m sorry baby, but I need to do this,” he kissed your hot skin, before pulling out the pipe. You weakly groaned, your eyes lazily finding Miguel.

He didn’t know whether the stinging of his eyes was caused by the smoke, or the pain etched on your face, in your eyes. Your eyes never left his, begging for him to relieve you of this pain. But, he couldn’t let you go, he won’t let you go. You began to move your lips, but Miguel gently hushed you, telling you to save your strength. He slowly picked you up, his hope draining feeling the back of your head was also coated in blood.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay,” he kissed away your tears, “We’re going to get you healed up.”

Miguel smiled, despite seeing the light slowly ebb from you. His heart grew colder feeling you grow heavier with each moment. The same thing happened with Gabi right before … He held you closer to him, he can’t be alone, you were the last thing protecting him. Protecting him from something inside of him, something that would have devoured him after Gabi died. You were always protecting me, he thought bitterly. He walked past the ambulance and police officers and opened a portal to HQ.

“Miggy,” your voice was barely a whisper, “I need to tell you.”

He ran through the halls of HQ, yelling at other spiders to get out of the way, he almost didn’t hear you, until you weakly touched his face. You couldn’t hold your hand there for long, leaving bloody fingerprints.

“Yes, mi amor,” he looked around, trying to find the damn medical room, “I told you not to talk, you need to save your strength,” where is it?

“I’m not going to make it,” the confession caused more pain in Miguel to swell, causing you to cry, “I’m sorry-“

“Don’t … don’t talk like that,” Miguel began to move again, his eyes blurry, “We’re almost there,” he kissed you with trembling lips, “Then you can tell me as you heal at home.”

“I’m not going home my love,” you leaned closer to him, despite his heart beating erratically, it calmed you, being in his arms calmed you. You didn’t want to be alone.

You looked up, seeing his fragile eyes desperately looking at you as if trying to commit your face to memory. You shakily cleaned his face, your breathing becoming more shallow. You tried to hide your wheezing as you talked, “I’m … I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want to upset you.”

Even in your final moments, you were still trying to protect him. He kissed your lips, hating how cold they were, “You … you could never do that.”

You smiled, snuggling up to him. Miguel kept on making his way to the medical room, just a few more seconds, you can give him a few more seconds. He didn’t dwell on the pregnancy news, he’ll deal with it after you heal. He’ll help you with your grief of losing your child. He’ll be there like you were there for him.

“I love you, Miguel,” the words stopped his heart, stealing it, “I love you so much,” you said forcing him to look at you, “You … made me feel so lucky, so perfect. You made me being Spider-Woman feel so easy. Miggy, I love you, deeply, detrimentally. It’ll be okay.”

But how? You’re leaving him, going somewhere that he can’t follow. He shuddered, not being able to hold his tears anymore. He kissed your lips, dying at feeling yours turn into the same sweet smile that you had when you first kissed him. Full of promise, but now it felt empty. It won’t be okay, but he’ll pretend that it will be, just for you. He’ll be strong, just for your peace of mind.

“I fucking love you,” he kissed you again, “You’re the best thing that I’ve been blessed with,” another kiss, “Your love is so precious, I would do it all again,” he kissed your lips, failing to notice that you had left him, his words the lullaby to sending you off.

“I’m here,” Miguel placed you on the operating table, “Save her please, she doesn’t have much time.”

The doctor quickly ran a scan, before stopping. He checked your pulse in multiple areas, before doing another scan, this time shaking his head. Miguel watched all of this unfold, the room becoming blurred. He didn’t feel the doctor’s hand on his shoulder, his words of condolences sounded miles away. Gone? He got you here in time, you were breathing in his arms. You can’t be gone.

Miguel stumbled over to you, as if drunk, mumbling querida. Not believing the doctor, he held your wrist checking for a pulse, then he placed his ear on your chest. He could have sworn that your hand would lazily get tangled in his hair, that he would hear your heart fighting. But, instead, all he did was strain his ears, pushing his enhanced hearing to the brink to just hear a single beat.

He fell to the ground, clutching your cold hand. It was a strangled cry, broken. It was foreign to him as if coming out of someone else’s mouth. He sobbed against your hand, struggling to breathe, to fight the hole of darkness that he had thought he defeated. His mind collapsed as he repeated your name, hoping that you would respond to it.

But you didn’t. You never will again.

Miguel stood up, somehow finding the strength too as everything was hurting. His hands hovered over you, as if afraid to touch you. His mind was a desolate place, refusing to accept that you were gone.

Miguel rested his head against the grass, silently crying. He wished to be in the security of your arms, arms that were always open to him, treating him with kindness. He needed your love, it was ineffable, divine. So tender, that no one can copy it, it had only your DNA in it and it undid him, tearing apart his soul in the most pleasurable way. He would do anything to have you back, destroy other universes just to hear you laugh, to breathe.

“I’m sorry, so sorry that I don’t visit you often. But I can’t visit you. I can’t breathe when I’m here, I feel as if I'm being crushed. But I miss you, amor,” he breathes, almost holding his breath for your usual response, “Everything hurts without you, I don’t even feel like me. I need you to rescue me.”

“If I could find you again, I would, so we can do this all over again.”

A/N: Sorry that this was long, but I was inspired to write after watching my friend play the newest Spiderman game. There's still more to come.

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skyss-personal-hell · 3 months

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GOD IM GAY I LOVE WOMEN RAAAAA (just needed to get that out rq) Anyways here is

Getting Stepped on (Arlecchino)

“Stay down.”

The Knave was atop of your collapsed figure with her sharp heel pressing into your skin almost tearing through.

She had entertained the thought of a duel with you after you had proposed the idea. At first she thought you were nothing but a weakling but that was before you successfully took down The Captain.

The Knave was impressed with your show of strength and allowed you to duel her. Still she was confused as to how you crumbled before her so easily…

“Hmm… I wonder what happened to all that strength…”

Of course she wasn’t stupid, she knew you had been pining after her and every time her face got too close — or god forbid she brought a hand to your throat — you would turn a bright crimson red.

“Such a shame…”

The Knave said as she dug her heel deeper beginning to draw blood under your clothes.

You hissed out in pain as blood began to seep through your button up shirt.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this you filthy girl.”

Your eyes quickly looked to hers like a deer in headlights.

She knew…?

“It was obvious dear.”

She pulled her foot away and stepped closer before crouching to your level.

“Usually I don’t indulge courtesans, but your looks are quite enchanting so I’ll oblige.”

The Knave smirked and pulled you to your knees, gripping your chin harshly.

“Oh I just love that doe-eyed look you have dear.”

She then kissed you fervidly while trailing her hands to your blouse, unbuttoning it quickly.

You reached you hands to touch her but she immediately slapped it away.

“No touching, harlot.”

You nodded as he continued to undress you. Eventually she pinned your naked form to the cold marble flooring.

“Such a dirty girl, you’re pressed against the ballroom floor by a harbinger yet you’re soaking wet…”

The Knave smirked before pulling your legs apart and bringing her lips to your aching core.

She gave your clit a quick lick before continuing to ravish your trembling form.

“Ah! M—miss!”

She began to laugh against your soaking pussy.

“Arlecchino’s fine dear.”

You started to squirm and whine as she ate you up.

“Arlecchino…! Please!”

The Knave began to suck on your clit while plunging two of her fingers into your aching hole. As soon as she knew you were close she pulled away.

“Wha—! Please…! Please don’t stop…!”

Arlecchino smirked and you could hear her heels clicking against the floor.

“Become my person concubine, and I’ll give you a life of luxury.”

She smiled and watched you consider her proposal.

“I— what does that entail…?”

She smirked and brought your face close to hers.

“I suppose concubine is quite off from your position… I think I’d rather court 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩é𝘳𝘪𝘦.”

The Knave whispered to you a few octaves lower making you more wet. She then brings her mouth to your ear.

“I can show you ecstasy like never before seen.”

“Yes… please…!”

I am so SO sorry this took so long life has been crazy. But i’m here i’m alive and yeah here is fem reader getting stepped on by MOMMY Arlecchino.

#arlecchino #the knave #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #arlechinno genshin #the knave genshin #god i want her #i’m so gay #fem reader #female reader #i’m a lesbian #reader is female #and gay

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A/B/O bond rejection au where vale bites marc shortly before argentina but because of how badly it goes and because of sepang, the bite doesn’t heal and just festers with vale’s rejection of him until half of his body is basically unusable and he finally collapses and vale has to grow up and pick up the pieces

Tw: a bit of body horror (slightly worse, maybe, than the body horror already canon in marc’s life?)

(Somewhere in the realm of 2500 words)

At first it’s just itchy and a little painful, but then it darkens and scars, and eventually black veins start to spread from it like spiderwebs. Marc has to wear a bandage over it to hide how disgusting it looks.

Doctors throw out words like “retirement” and “care home” and “palliative care”. He’s told that unless his alpha either releases his bond or he bonds to someone else he’ll die. Marc, stubborn Marc, refuses. He will never bond to another alpha again, even if it saves his life.

The bite becomes so painful that Marc moves in a haze, arm often tucked into his pockets to disguise how it otherwise hangs limply at his side. His chest hurts when he breathes too hard and he can’t fully turn his neck.

He takes painkillers almost constantly now, instead of just when riding, but it’s become apparent that it’s not enough. The infection has spread from the bite to his heart and down his arm, and he knows his brain is next.

It’s Luca who finds him, collapsed between motor homes, neck gauze soaked through in blood and black pus. He nearly gags, but he drops to his knees and checks for a pulse. Marc’s eyes wrench open as Luca grabs his phone to call an ambulance, and Marc grabs his wrist.

“No. There’s nothing they can do,” he says, curling up on himself. “I need Alex.”

“How did this happen?” Luca says, filled with panic and anxiety about his brother’s former lover. He thinks of Bezz, their own pack omega, being in pain and nearly wants to wrench his hair out. He is overcome with the sudden urge to find his teammate and bury his nose in his neck.

More pressing matters, however, lay trembling in his arms.

“What is Alex’s phone number?”

Marc repeats it and Luca calls. Alex doesn’t answer, so Luca sends him a text with one hand, begging him to find them.

Luca pulls Marc up, letting him rest his head against his chest. He may not be his alpha but he’s still an alpha, and he hopes that gives Marc some comfort. Marc nuzzles his head against Luca’s collarbone.

“He rejected me,” Marc finally explains. “He bit me but then he rejected me. An incomplete bond— it’s fatal. It infects the rest of your body until it kills you.”

Luca feels himself shake from the effort of not crying out.

“How can we fix it?”

“You can’t,” a voice from behind them says, harshly. “Only your brother can, and he’s made it clear that he’d never do anything to help Marc, regardless of the consequences.”

Luca flinches but Alex doesn’t care, instead moving toward the two and gently peeling Marc away from Luca. Marc immediately buries his head in Alex’s neck, who purrs soothingly.

“I’ll talk to him,” Luca croaks. “Please let me. I can’t— if I’d known—“.

“He won’t,” Marc says wetly, without moving his face. “You can try but I know he won’t.”

Alex helps Marc to his feet, and begins guiding him the short distance to their shared motor home.

Luca watches for a moment, terrified, before he runs.

Bezz finds Luca screaming. He’s never heard him this way, and when he realizes Luca is screaming at Vale, he’s stunned. He’s not sure who to comfort— his instincts scream at him to intervene, but his feet feel frozen to the floor.

It’s Luca who makes the decision; as soon as he smells him enter the garage he turns, throwing himself at Bezz and scenting him. It’s then that Bezz realizes he’s crying.

“Maro,” he breathes worriedly.

Vale is standing there, watching them both.

“Vale… what happened?”

Vale doesn’t respond. He walks over, tucks his face close to Luca’s, and presses a kiss to Bezz’s head.

“Take care of Luca. I’ll be back.”

Bezz drags Luca to the pack room of the VR46 motor home, and is happy to find Pecco and Cele lounging around. He deposits Luca on one of the long loungers and then climbs on top of him, resting his entire weight against the alpha and keeping his face firmly pressed against his scent gland.

Pecco and Cele sense something is wrong immediately and tuck themselves around the two. Pecco brushes Luca’s hair back, who is still shaking.

“What happened?” Cele asks, eyes wide.

Bezz reaches for him, sensing his distress, and takes his hand.

“It’s Marquez— did you know he and Vale bonded?”

Bezz feels himself tense, and Luca whines, so he forces himself to relax again.

“What?” Bezz hisses.

“No they didn’t,” Pecco says, stunned.

“They didn’t do it all the way I guess. Vale bit him and then they had their falling out and now Marc is going to die. I didn’t even know that was a thing that could happen. You should have seen it, oh my God.”

Bezz purrs to try and comfort Luca as he continues.

“He looked terrible. I found him collapsed— it explains why his riding has been so terrible. He was bleeding and his neck was infected. He said the doctors can’t do anything. It’s Vale’s fault,” he sobs.

Bezz has trouble having empathy for Marquez, normally. He knows what Vale has said— that Marc is a dangerous rider and should not be allowed on track and that he ruined Vale’s championship. He’s seen Marc’s danger on track firsthand.

Still… he doesn’t deserve to die, even if Bezz hates him.

“But Vale will fix it right?” He asks, finding himself anxious.

Surely Vale wouldn’t let someone die. He’s too good for that. He would never, never treat an omega poorly. Vale has always supported Bezz and ensured without a shadow of a doubt that Bezz’s omega status would never be a detriment. He’s always kept him safe and loved and supported by his pack, swift to correct anyone who doesn’t treat Bezz well. Surely Vale would never hurt an omega so deeply, even if it is Marc.

“I don’t know,” Luca whimpers

Pecco runs a hand down Bezz’s back, and it’s only then that he realizes he too has begun shaking. He presses himself closer to Luca, both to comfort and be comforted. He needs to feel safe and reassured. The thought that any of the boys would do that to him— leave him half-mated and slowly dying— fills him with such distress that he knows the others sense it.

Pecco rises and comes back with blankets, and Bezz leaves Luca only enough to make a makeshift nest around the four of them.

Cele puts a hand on the back of his neck, and he tilts his head so Cele can scent him. He hears the tapping of Pecco’s phone keyboard behind him, clearly rallying the other pack members to come comfort Maro and Bezz. Their pack needs to be together.

Alex might kill Valentino Rossi with his bare hands and teeth. He wants to tear into his jugular and rip it out in a spray of blood. It’s what he deserves for doing this to his brother. He deserves worse.

Still. When Vale turns up on their motorhome steps, smelling like distress personified, Alex knows he has to let him in.

He makes eye contact and growls, until he sees Vale’s shoulders dip and his eyes drop in submission. He growls once more for emphasis and his own satisfaction, not needing words to warn Vale against misconduct. Then he steps aside, and allows Vale to take unsure steps toward a delirious Marc.

Marc has been whimpering and crying softly since Alex dragged him here after his collapse, and when he sees Vale he whines and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Alex, please,” he whimpers.

Vale takes a staggering step toward Marc, as if in pain, and drops to his knees beside the bed where he is laying.

“Marc,” he says softly.

Marc opens teary eyes, and Alex clenches his fists.

Alex knows that something is passing between the two as he sees Marc relax. Vale turns to him.

“Please,” he says, and Alex closes his eyes for a brief moment.

“Marc?” He asks.

Marc nods, and despite every instinct screaming at him, Alex steps out of the room and closes the door. He refuses to leave, though, and instead parks himself just outside the door. He won’t give up Marc’s safety just to give them privacy.

Every instinct tells Marc to throw himself at Vale, to tuck his face in his neck and beg him to bite him again. The pain in his neck has lessened just at Vale’s proximity. He can only imagine how it would feel to be held by him.

Still, Marc knows he cannot.

He stares at the older man, blinking away tears. He has no idea how Luca got him here, or how he managed to get Alex to let him through the door.

“Vale?” He asks quietly.

Vale takes Marc’s hand, the one with blackened veins from the infected bite, and presses it to his lips.

Marc whines, and gives up resisting. He reaches for Vale, prepared for rejection again. Instead, Vale tugs him close, pressing Marc’s face into his neck.

Marc inhales, deep, letting Vale’s— his alpha’s— scent wash over him. It settles something deep in his bones, and he relaxes completely against the older man.

Marc floats from there. He remembers crying, sobbing, relaxing as Vale rumbles low in his chest. At some point Vale joins him underneath the blankets, allowing Marc to press himself against the full length of Vale’s body.

He loses himself in the sound of Vale’s low rumbling and his familiar scent. He’s pretty sure that it’s a fever dream and that he must truly be on the verge of death, but he enjoys it while it lasts.

At some point Vale’s phone buzzes, and he has a soft conversation in Italian that Marc’s brain is too sluggish to parse out. Vale has several more hushed conversations as Marc drifts in and out of sleep. At some point Alex returns, speaking to Vale in worried tones, but he leaves again shortly after.

Marc whines as he wakes one time, feeling sluggish. He flexes his fingers, grabbing onto Vale’s shirt. His arm doesn’t burn, for the first time in years. His body is exhausted and sore, like he’s just woken from a long nap he hadn’t meant to take.

“Vale?” he whimpers.

“Marc,” Vale soothes. “Good morning.”

“Morning?” Marc questions after a moment. He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep, or really what has happened.

“Yes. You’ve been recovering.”

Vale holds Marc’s hand up for him to see, and Marc stares unblinkingly at the smoothness of his forearm and bicep. He still sees blackness on his shoulder, near where he knows the bite is, but the infection of his arm has receded.

“How?” Marc questions.

Vale nuzzles behind his ear, and Marc realizes that it’s just Vale being near that has had such an effect on him.

“Oh,” he breathes.

There’s a long pause where he and Vale simply lay together.

“You’re really here?” he asks.

He feels Vale tense, and he shrinks away, afraid that now he has broken some spell and Vale is leaving. He wraps his arms around himself and bites back a whine.

Vale rumbles, low in his chest, and tugs Marc back.

“I’m here. I’m sorry it took me so long. Why didn’t you tell me?” Vale asks.

Marc is afraid that Vale will leave if he says what he thinks, but he can’t help it.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he croaks, feeling like he’s cracking his chest open. “I didn’t want you to reject me again. I couldn’t take it. It hurt too much the first time. It was better to just let it happen.”

Vale makes a pained noise, and Marc shrinks away again.

“Shh,” Vale soothes, running a hand down Marc’s arm. “I’m not angry with you.”

Vale shifts so Marc can tuck his nose against Vale’s neck, breathing in his scent.

Vale is quiet for a long moment. “I should have done a lot of things differently. We can talk about it all later. For now you need to heal.”

“How?”

Vale snorts. “Did you ever actually talk to a doctor about this?

Marc grumbles, and Vale laughs.

“You’re stubborn.”

Marc growls.

“Alex and I talked. And I called a real doctor. We can reverse everything.”

Marc yanks away, dizzy with the force of sitting up and scrambling away from Vale so quickly.

“No!” he squawks.

Vale stares at him in shock, hands held up in surrender.

“No, please,” Marc begs. He knows it’s killing him but he doesn’t want the bond to be reversed. He knows it’s nothing good, not even a real bond, but the thought of it being gone is painful. “Please, Vale.”

“Why would you want to stay sick?” Vale asks, hurt coloring his features.

“Please don’t take it away from me,” Marc whimpers, pressing his hands to the bite.

At once, understanding dawns on Vale’s face.

“No, no, no,” he says, emphatically. “Not like that, Marc. We can fix the bond.”

Marc’s brain whites out in relief and he clambers onto Vale’s lap.

“Oh,” he says, dumbly.

Vale chuckles.

“You’ve been healing,” he says. “All it took was time together.”

Marc frowns, looking down at his arm and craning his head to try and see as close to the bite as possible.

“But you hate me,” he argues. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“I don’t hate you,” Vale breathes. “I tried, but it didn’t work. I have been mad for a very long time but I don’t think I can be angry any more.”

Marc huffs.

“We’ll have to talk about it.”

“I know. Heal first. Hard conversations later.”

Marc nods, allowing Vale to once again wrap his arms around him and scent him.

Vale presses the most gentle of kisses to the bite, which Marc knows must still be scarred and black.

“Does it hurt, still?”

Marc shakes his head and then shrugs.

“I don’t remember what it’s like for it to not hurt. It hurts less now.”

Vale kisses it again, and Marc purrs. He has no idea who Vale talked to or how exactly Vale intends to fix him, but he can at least enjoy this new turn of events.

“Will you stay with me this time?” he can’t help but ask.

Vale pulls back enough to look him in the eye.

“I promise,” he says, and seals it with a kiss.

(A/n: in this universe, Mark never breaks his arm because he has enough body horror in his real life that I feel like if I add some, I need to take some away.

Also I know it’s controversial to make bezz the only pack omega but for the purposes of this I wanted him (certified Marc Hater) to be the only one on the team with the unique perspective of also being an omega and coming to the realization of “oh god would vale do that to an omega? Would he do that to me?”

Plus I love the idea of him being the One Special Boy, Center of Attention in the academy but then Marc and Vale fix their whole mating thing and now Vale has His Own Omega hanging around. And bezz is SO JEALOUS, literally pussy out growling and basically begging Marc to fistfight him in the parking lot

Until vale finally long-sufferingly sighs and grabs him by the back of the neck and shakes him, then kisses him (on the forehead? Side of the head? Straight on the mouth?) and reaffirms to him that even though Marc is around Bezz will always be his and the pack’s Most Specialest Boy

also Bezz being the only omega gives me an excuse to fantasize about him being the center of a vr46 academy gangbang but let’s not get carried away

#rosquez #motogp fic #valentino rossi #marc marquez #posting this then going to sleep lollll please don’t hate me #rosquez a/b/o au

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 3 months

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The Spider and The Witch Chapter 5: The Last Day and The Apology

Summary: When the mission goes wrong, Y/N makes a choice about his future as an Avenger.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: I'm back from depression cave. I'm going to be more intentional in continuing this story and writing fanfic in general. Please enjoy :)

The timing of the scene in front of you was impeccable. The grenade exploded at precisely the right moment. The pressurization of the building coupled with the spark made an incredibly loud boom as the explosion caused the building to collapse in fire and brimstone. Debris fell around you as you flew back from the sheer force of the concussion. You hit the concrete with a thud, coughing and sputtering as the wind was knocked out of you. Every inch of your body hurt: a high-pitched screech echoed through your ears and completely dulled your sense of time and space. Groaning, you tried to roll over and push yourself up, but before you realized what was happening you felt yourself once again being whipped into the air.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” an anguished voice cried out from the dust and ashes. “WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Wanda wrapped her magical tendrils around you, throwing you up in the air as she flew towards you. While dust and ashes clouded your vision, her scarlet eyes were undeniably clear. There was no denying Wanda’s anger. She had just seen her brother blow up in front of her.

“Wanda, put Y/N down!” Steve shouted as he sprinted toward the burning debris.

“HE KILLED PIETRO, I’LL KILL HIM!” she screamed, her voice raw with anger. Everything suddenly became unbearably hot as the world closed in around you. Yet just as soon as you realized you were levitating in midair you found yourself abruptly crashing back to earth. The shock of hitting the ground knocked the wind from your lungs and you fell on your knees, coughing and sputtering for breath.

“That’s enough, Maximoff,” Tony scolded as he lowered his sonic wrist propulser. “I promised May I’d get him back to New York in one piece.”

Wanda heaved heavily on her hands and knees, her gasps interspersed with sobs. Natasha sprinted over to her. She wrapped her arms around her as Wanda sobbed into her shoulder. Steve and Bucky worked their way toward the burning building while Rhodey and Sam flew overhead searching for any signs of Pietro.

Clouds of dust settled over the chaotic war scene. Your entire body shook as a wave of guilt washed over you. The last thing you remember seeing before everything went black was Pietro opening the door to the building. The next memory was a blinding flash of light, the sound of a thousand cannons, and the putrid stench of sulfur.

Oh no, you thought as everything started to add up. Fear coursed through your veins, the thought of having killed Pietro tying your stomach into knots.

“When I said you could shoot a few webs at the bad guys, this isn’t what I meant,” Tony said as he trudged toward you over the field of debris. “What happened?”

“I…I dunno. You guys went after the six that I saw, but then Karen spotted three more and I didn’t think you could get to them in time so I went after them myself. I thought I got them but…” you trailed off, staring at the burning building in front of you. “Where’s Pietro?”

“They’re looking for him right now,” Tony explained. “Redwing’s scanning the area.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. There was no way that a simple apology would be enough to make up for the mess you made.

“I know, kid. I know,” Tony sighed.

Before you could muster another apology, Steve jogged over toward you and Tony. He was sweaty and dirty, his crisp blue and white uniform covered in blood and dust. A sense of trepidation hung in the air as he approached Tony, who subtly flinched at Steve’s appearance.

“Sam found him. Call Cho. Let her know we’re on our way back. We need her ready and waiting when we get back.” He turned to look at Tony, casting an icy glare in his direction. “I told you the kid wasn’t ready,” he replied coolly. Steve was right: Tony threw you into a completely unpredictable situation and expected that you’d know how to react.

“Try not to be too hard on yourself. We got Speedy. That’s all that matters,” Tony told you as Steve walked away.

“I put the whole mission at risk,” you answered. It took every ounce of strength left to push yourself up from the ground. It felt like you’d been run over by a truck and then some.

“Y/N-”

“Steve was right. You should’ve left me back at the compound.”

******

“What do you mean you quit?!” Tony looked at you with an expression of shocked contempt as you dropped your suit on his desk.

“I quit,” you reaffirmed. “It’s my fault that Pietro got blown up-”

“He’s got all his limbs. Dr. Cho’s printing the sheets of tissue for the burns. He’ll be back up in speedster shape in no time.”

“That’s not the point, Mr. Stark. The point is my mistake nearly got someone killed. I don’t know if I could live with it if he died, and if it happens again…I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life with that weighing on me, you know?”

Tony stared at you as his mind moved at a thousand miles a minute trying to process what exactly you were saying. The gears in his mind cranked and squeaked while he struggled to figure out the right thing to say. He stroked his goatee, twisting around in his overstuffed chair while he thought of what to say. Finally he stopped, tapping his fingers on the armrest as he cocked an eyebrow.

“Don’t you want to be a doctor?”

“What?”

“That’s what you told me the first time we met. You want to go to med school, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Doctors lose patients all the time. You gonna quit the first time one of your patients bites the dust?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?” Tony stumped you with that question.

“Well-”

“You do everything by the book, a perfect surgery, and for whatever reason your patient doesn’t wake up. You just gonna quit then, kid?”

“But that’s different. That’s not my fault if a patient doesn’t wake up. Pietro getting blown up is my fault. I don’t want anyone’s blood on my hands.”

“Loss is a part of the job, Y/N. Hell, it’s part of life. All of us here accept that.”

“Being a doctor and being a superhero are two different things in my mind. I can’t…look Mr. Stark, I appreciate the opportunity to come and train with you and the rest of the team. It’s been a really eye opening experience, but this isn’t for me. I’m sorry about what happened to Pietro. I really am. I know Wanda’s, umm, I know she’s pretty angry with me and I know she has every right to be. I mean I almost killed her brother. I don’t want to mess up the team’s dynamic any more than I already have. I’d rather go out on top, you know? No one else can get hurt if I leave. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to change my mind on this one.”

The tension between you and Tony was palpable. Anxiety twisted your stomach in knots as you felt him bearing into your soul.

“Fine,” he finally relented, pushing his chair away from the desk. “You’re a big boy. I can’t make you stay if you don’t want to. So I’ll just take that then if you’re sure…you are sure you don’t want to do this, right?” You nodded emphatically as Tony sighed and rubbed his temples. “Did you call May yet?”

“I was gonna shoot her a text-”

“I’ll call her. Never pass up an opportunity to talk to that woman,” he chuckled. “Look, I get that everything’s a bit raw now, but the offer still stands. If you ever feel the urge to swing around in spandex again just give me a call. Or if you need an internship or a reference for med school or something. I’ve got some pull with the Harvard-MIT Program.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. Really. It means a lot to me.” He shook your sweaty hand firmly.

“You pack your things already?”

“Not yet.”

“Alright, you go pack, I’ll call May. Should be good to go in a couple of hours.” You turned around, reaching for the doorknob. “Shut the door on your way out, will you?” Tony hollered from behind the desk.

******

May was only a half hour or so out from the compound by the time you finished packing up the last of your stuff. You would’ve been done sooner had Vision not phased through the wall to confirm the validity of the rumor that you were indeed leaving the Avengers. He proceeded to talk your ear off, philosophizing something fierce about the ideas of moral duty and responsibility. It wasn’t quite clear what the point of the conversation was. Still, you thanked him for his advice and awkwardly stared as he once again phased out of the room.

You took one final sweep around the room for anything you might’ve left behind. Once you were sure it was clear, you made your way through the maze of hallways and staircases to, not the main entrance, but the infirmary. Pietro was still undergoing daily treatment at the hands of Dr. Cho. While it looked like he would pull through, it was going to be a long road to recovery. He suffered from burns all over his body, broken bones, and a concussion amongst a myriad of injuries. The thought of leaving without apologizing to him made you sick to your stomach. So instead of waiting for May in the bitter January wind, you decided that your time would be better spent trying to make amends for your mistake.

The infirmary was a dark, cold space. It didn’t promote any sense of healing or comfort in your opinion. The hallways were dark, the furniture was dark, the Stark Tech that filled every room was buzzing with excitement but was also dark. This was definitely not the way to run any sort of hospital wing.

Your stomach tied itself in knots the closer you got to Pietro’s room. There was no way to predict how he’d react to seeing you for the first time since the moment before he got blown up. For a split second you thought about turning around. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Yet deep down you now you’d never get a good night’s sleep unless you apologized for your major goof up.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly as you pushed the door open. You were relieved to see Pietro was conscious, albeit hooked up to almost a dozen machines. But your heart stopped the second you saw Wanda sitting next to her brother’s bedside.

“Get. Out.” Wanda snarled, her eyes burning bright red. You gulped hard, nearly tripping over your feet as you stumbled out of the doorway into the hallway. There was no way in hell you wanted to be at the receiving end of another one of her outbursts. “Don’t you dare-”

“It’s okay,” Pietro gasped. His voice was ragged and raw from the smoke and ash he inhaled after the building collapsed. The harshness to Pietro’s voice made you squirm.

“Pietro-”

“It’s okay,” he repeated. “He can come in.”

Wanda’s eyes slowly melted back to their original shade of green although you could’ve sworn there was still a glimmer of fire smoldering somewhere in there. You slowly slunk into the room, heartbeat pounding in your throat as you inched toward Pietro’s bed.

“Hey,” you gulped.

“Hey,” Pietro said, his lips curling into a weak grin as he tugged on his sister’s sleeve. “Can you give us a minute?” Wanda started to protest, but he shut her down with another tug on her sleeve. “Please?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll be fine. Not like he can blow me up again, right?” he chuckled. Wanda shot daggers into your soul with her glare. She stormed out of the room but not without stopping inches away from your body.

“Hurt him again and you’re going home in pieces, understand?” she gritted through clenched teeth. You nodded overenthusiastically. The witch pushed by as she stormed out the door.

“Sorry about her. She’s a little protective,” Pietro apologized weakly.

“I can see that,” you mumbled. You were still staring through the doorway.

“I can’t blame her. It’s been just us for a long time.”

“She mentioned that”

“Our parents were killed when we were ten. One of Tony Stark’s bombs crashed through our apartment building. We were trapped for two days, waiting for it to go off. It didn’t, but after that we shuffled through orphanages until we ran away to join HYDRA.”

“Peter never mentioned that.”

“Ehh.” Pietro shrugged. “My sister doesn’t like to talk about it much. HYDRA wasn’t kind to either of us. I’m not one for revenge, but she took it the second she could.”

“So the whole thing about her puppeteering corpses-”

“Not one of her better moments,” he chuckled weakly. “Wanda’s not a bad person, she’s just a protector.”

You stared down at your shoes, feeling immensely guilty for everything that happened. Your ineptitude nearly cost Wanda everything she had left.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” you apologized.

“Why are you sorry?” Pietro cocked an eyebrow. “This isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah it is. I should’ve seen he had the grenade on his belt.”

“If you hadn’t webbed him to the building a lot more of us would’ve been hurt. And there’s a chance they would’ve gotten away with the virus if it wasn’t for you.”

“But you got blown up! That’s on me!”

“Occupational hazard. Could’ve happened whether or not you were with us or still on the Quinjet.”

Nothing you could say would change Pietro’s mind, or Tony’s for that matter: this was a mistake. It wasn’t your fault. That was easy enough for them to say: they weren’t the ones who dealt with the gnawing guilt.

“I told Mr. Stark that I’m. May’s on her way here now.”

“Oh.” Pietro’s face dropped as soon as he realized what you were saying. “That’s sad. I like you. You’re a good guy.”

“I just don’t want to be a superhero. Besides, the semester’s starting soon and I’ve gotta get back to the city.”

Pietro leaned back on his pillow. He looked out the window, not saying anything as he let out a raspy sigh. The room was uncomfortably quiet, save the beeping of all the various machines keeping Pietro stable. Figuring that was the end of the conversation, you awkwardly turned around intent on leaving when a quiet voice spoke into the emptiness:

“She doesn’t hate you. She’s mad that she couldn’t stop it herself.”

******

“Are we going to talk about it?” May finally asked about an hour into your drive back into Manhattan.

“I’m not really sure what there is to say, May. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“Woah woah woah. I’m not mad at you. If you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to, but I’d like to know just what the hell happened on that mission.”

“Pietro went boom. Well, the building went boom with Pietro in it.”

“And it’s your fault because-?”

“I didn’t see that the bad guy had a grenade strapped to his belt.”

“And he set it off?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t see how that’s your fault.”

“I should’ve noticed that! I didn’t and Pietro nearly died!”

“But he didn’t, Y/N. Tony’s right, this isn’t your fault at all!”

“Look, May, I just want to go back to school. I don’t want to be Spider-Man or whatever. I just want to be normal.”

You were completely exasperated with everyone’s insistence that Pietro’s blood wasn’t on your hands. It was aggravating, irritating to say the least. Why was everyone so insistent that YOU become the next Spider-Man? Weird enhanced powers were one thing…you could manage those. But all the other stuff? Absolutely not. All you wanted was a quiet, normal, peaceful life.

May didn’t respond. She inhaled sharply, nodded, and slowly turned the radio back up. You rested your head against the window, watching as the luscious green valley slowly morphed into the familiar hustle and bustle of Manhattan. You were finally going home.

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Fixer Upper

Part 30

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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FLASHBACK: 2 YEARS AGO

“I think you’ve had enough.”

After another swig of his drink, Kurapika placed the bottle on his nightstand, wiping the excess liquid from his mouth. “I don’t hic remember asking you to watch after me, Melody.”

The short, portly woman sighed, glancing at the several bottles of beer littering the floor and night and of Kurapika’s hotel room. As soon as they arrived at the hotel they’d be guarding Neon in, Kurapika ordered several cases of beer and bottles of vodka to his room, hoping to drink away his sorrows.

“You didn’t ask me, but that doesn’t change that I’m worried about you. What happened to make your heart sound so broken?”

The blonde stared down at the floor, his cheeks flushed from his inebriation. “None of your business.”

“None of my business? Kurapika, you’re getting blackout drunk and crying yourself to sleep every night. As your friend, I think that is very much my business!”

Melody rubbed her temple, staring at the sad state her friend was in. His suit was wrinkled, his tie undone and hair a mess. There were beer stains on his white undershirt, along with dark bags under his eyes.

“You’re not okay, Kurapika. Y-“

She jumped when the blonde rushed past her, only growing more worried when she heard the sound of him vomiting in the bathroom. Melody rushed to hold back his hair, giving his back a comforting rub as he threw up all the contents of his alcohol binge.

“There there, Kurapika. That’s it, let it all out,” she said softly, watching as the boy beneath her sobbed.

“I… I pushed her away… and now I’ll never see her again!”

She was startled by his sudden confession, her heart hurting to see him in so much pain. He laid on the bathroom floor, curling up into a ball as he sobbed into his knees. “It’s… all my fault… she hates me now, a-and it’s all my fault… I just… wanna…”

Melody held her hands over her head, crying out in pain. ‘His heart, it’s crying out in agony!’

Kurapika continued to sob, his hands clutching at his suit jacket. “I just… wanna see her…’

His heart ached and yearned for her more than anything, the melody it played being full of heartbreak and anguish. Kurapika not only missed her, he needed her.

He had been able to put up with her absence while he trained with his master with the promise of seeing her again, but knowing that he would most likely never see her again was too much to bear.

“I need… I need my (Name)!”

He attempted to stumble to his feet, catching hold of the towel rack and using it to hold his weight. “Kurapika, what are you talking about? It would take several days to get back to York New by car, and there’s no way you’ll get a flight there tonight-“

“I don’t -hic- care! I’m going to see (Name)!”

He could already picture the soft look in her eyes, the warm touch of her hands on his cheeks when she saw he had been crying. She’d ask if he was okay, and he’d collapse into her arms, begging for forgiveness.

Or, he would have, if he could keep consciousness, before Kurapika knew it, his eyes were getting heavy and he was falling.

Melody caught him just in time to prevent him from cracking his head on the floor.

“Kurapika…”

Melody have carried, half dragged him to his bed. “Oh, Kurapika… you love her, don’t you?”

She sighed, brushing his hair out of his face, her eyes softening at the tears falling down his flushed cheeks. ‘He won’t remember this in the morning…’ she thought, tucking him into bed.

‘But I will. I will never forget tonight, Kurapika, you may lie, but your heart cannot.’

She stood up, picking up the empty bottles and cans, throwing them away before she turned off the light. ‘She deserves to know how much you really value her.’

——————

As the sun set on the 5th day since Kurapika cut (Name) out of his life, Leorio paced in the hallway of her apartment.

She had barely been able to eat or talk, just sleeping and sobbing into her pillow when she was awake. He tried his best to help when he could, but she was inconsolable. (Name) was grieving Kurapika while he was still alive, her heart breaking with his absence.

“It hurts so much, Leorio… worse than my broken wrist, worse than any physical pain I’ve ever been in… I wish he would have just killed me, it would have hurt less…”

“Sunshine…”

He could only hold her in his arms while she broke down into sobs, soaking his tshirt in tears and snot. He couldn’t stand to see her like this, especially when she was always smiling and shining like a ray of sunshine. There was a reason he picked that nickname for her, after all.

Killua came by before they left for Greed Island, carrying a chocolate robot in his arms. “Is (Name) awake?”

The woman had been sleeping most of the hours of the day away in her room. “Yeah, she is. Is Gon with you?”

“No, (Name) asked me to make sure he stays unaware of what really went on between her and Kurapika, so I asked him to stay behind for now. He really wanted to see her though, so I had to make up an excuse and say that he would probably end up hugging her too hard and exasperating her condition.”

Leorio laughed. “Ya know, that doesn’t sound far off from the truth anyways. He would be the type to jump into her lap while she’s recovering.”

Killua followed Leorio to (Name)’s room, waiting as he stepped in to talk to her for a moment before opening the door again.

“Killua… thank you for coming to see me.”

The boy took in the sight of (Name)’s current state, his face falling. She looked so tired, the bags under her eyes evidence that all the sleeping she’d been doing had been for nothing. The smile that usually came so easily to her looked strained, as if looking even somewhat happy was a Herculean task.

“(Name)…”

Killua sat next to her bed, setting the chocolate robot down next to him. “Leorio said… that you aren’t doing well.”

She nodded slowly, smiling when he took her uninjured hand. “Yeah, I’m… I’m not doing well.”

A moment of silence passed before Killua picked up the chocolate robot and placed it in her lap. “I heard… I heard that ladies like chocolate when they’re sad. These are my favorite kind, and…”

He looked away, a bit flustered as she picked it up. “For… me? You got this… for me?”

“It’s no big deal, they were on sale and I got myself some too-“

He stopped when he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Killua began to panic, looking around frantically. “W-what’s wrong? Do you not like it? I’m sorry, I’ll-“

Killua yelped when he was pulled into a hug, the boy going stiff with shock as her lips pressed into his forehead. “Thank you… thank you, Killua… you have no idea how much this means to me…”

She cried into his shoulder, and after a moment he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, awkwardly patting her back. “Uh… there, there… it’s gonna be okay.”

They stayed like that for a while, Killua’s grip tightening on her as the realization that the reason for her pain was Kurapika. ‘Kurapika… why would you do this to her? She… she really loved you.’

Killua had to leave soon after, handing her a piece of paper. “Oh, Gon wanted me to give this to you. It was the only way he’d let me come alone.”

She wiped at her tears before opening the paper. It was a drawing of the group all together. Before she could stop it, she was crying again, holding the paper close to her chest. “Tell him… I love it, please.”

The first thing (Name) ate after days of struggling to eat was the chocolate robot Killua gifted her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ate.

“Is it good?” Leorio asked, leaning against the doorway. She glanced at him, nodding. He tried not to laugh at her chocolate covered face, instead moving to sit next to her.

“How are you feeling, princess? I know everything is… sucky right now, but…”

She leaned against his shoulder, chewing and swallowing some chocolate before answering. “I’m… I’m still in so much pain, and… sometimes I’m scared I’ll hurt myself.”

Leorio stiffened at this information, his hand shooting to hold onto hers. He knew of her past, the memory of her suicide note at the Hunter Exam resurfacing in his mind. “… (Name).”

She buried his face in his shoulder, unable to face him. “I’m so sorry, Leorio. I feel awful for feeling this way. You’ve done so much to help me, you’ve stayed up with me while I cried and you’ve taken off of college so you can take care of me… and I still keep thinking about…”

She choked up, tightening her grip on his hand. “You… shouldn’t have to see me like this. I’m a burden, I’m only holding you ba-“

Leorio pulled her into his embrace, his arms tight around her body, keeping her still as tears fell down his cheeks. “Don’t you dare say that! Don’t… don’t you ever call yourself a burden again!”

He clung to her as gutted wrenching sobs tore through his chest. “Please… I don’t want to you to die, (Name)… I can’t… I can’t lose you, please… you’re so important to me, you’ve never been a burden, so don’t say that…”

She sobbed with him, her face nestled against his neck as they held onto each other. “I’m so sorry… I love you all so much, I don’t… I don’t ever want to put you guys through that…”

They fell asleep together, clinging onto each other for dear life. Although (Name) would continue to struggle with suicidal thoughts and urges to hurt herself, she stayed strong with the knowledge of how much her friends cared about her.

And how devastated they would be if she did follow through with her urges.

———————

After a month of recovering and helping her work through her grief, Leorio felt it was finally okay to leave (Name) alone while he went back to college.

“You’ll call me if you feel bad, right? I don’t care what time it is, I’ll come rushing o-“

“Yes, I will! Leorio, just get going, you’re going to miss your train!”

The two laughed, and he leaned down to pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be coming back over to see you next weekend, so don’t miss me too much.”

She smiled, leaning into his touch. “It’ll be weird without you in my apartment. I almost got used to the smell of your stinky shoes again!”

He pouted at her. “They aren’t that stinky…”

“They are, even Gon agreed.”

“HE HAS A SUPER HUMAN SENSE OF SMELL!”

“Leorio!”

She pointed to the train, laughing. “Ah, sorry. Bye, sunshine! Keep smiling bright for me, okay?”

“Will do, Leorio!”

The two parted ways, leaving (Name) on her own for the first time in nearly two months. Before, she’d gone to whale island with Gon and Killua and then they joined (Name) at her apartment. And just until that day, Leorio had stayed by her side until she was well enough to be alone.

“Well, I guess it’s time to get to work!”

It wasn’t easy, but (Name) began learning the basics of nen alone in her apartment between doing basic Hunter jobs. She learned she was an enhancer after taking the water divination test. The water rose slightly but… something about it didn’t feel right.

‘An enhancer..? I mean, that’s what Killua and Gon said I probably was… but it just doesn’t…’

She tried not to mull over this, instead practicing the basics of nen to her best ability.

Pokkle and Ponzu visited her for a few hours between jobs, bringing sweets and poppies.

“Hey Poppy, Leorio said you haven’t been feeling well. Pokkle and I wanted to come check on you.”

(Name) smiled, leaning her head against Ponzu’s shoulder. “It’s… been tough, but I think I’ll be alright.”

Pokkle opened the box of sweets, offering (Name) a piece of strawberry cake. “They say it’s best to eat good food and be surrounded by friends when you’re not well. Come on, we bought these just for you.”

The three chatted, eating sweets and watching a movie as the sun went down. “Oh please, stay for dinner. I can’t just let you leave hungry after you brought me such good sweets!”

Pokkle sighed softly. “Sorry, Poppy, but we’ve got to get going. Our next mission starts soon, and we need to meet up with our team and get our supplies ready.”

(Name) nodded slowly, her lip trembling as she brought them both in for a hug. “Thank you so much for coming over… you don’t know much it means to me…”

They both smiled, giving her a kiss on the top of her head each. “We’ll call you as soon as we’re back, okay? It shouldn’t take too long.”

She watched them go, wishing them good luck, excited for the time they would spend together upon their return.

——————

After three months of training, she was taking a break from working out when she heard a knock at her door. (Name) got up, lightly stretching her sore muscles before walking over to open it.

“Hello, (Name). It’s been a while.”

“Melody?”

The short woman smiled, in her hands she held a box with the labeling from the local bakery. “Sorry for the short notice, I’m in York New to buy some dresses for Neon, and I wanted to stop by to visit with you.”

“Oh, don’t apologize! Come in, it’s been forever!”

(Name) opened the door enough so she could walk in, moving towards the kitchen. “I’ll make some tea. Milk and sugar?”

“Yes please, a teaspoon of each.”

She watched from the corner of her eyes as Melody opened the box of sweets, revealing several cakes and baked goods. “These are for you, I hope they’re to your liking.”

(Name) carried in two cups of tea, smiling. “They look delicious, thank you Melody.”

The two chatted for a few minutes as they enjoyed the various sweets. “So, Melody…”

(Name) set down her cup of tea. It was half empty by now, and she could see her hesitant expression staring back at her through the amber liquid.

“Is.. is Kurapika-“

Melody held up her hand, her smile fading. “(Name)… do you think knowing if he’s in the city with me or not will make you feel any better?”

She could read (Name) like an open book, and by Melody’s expression, (Name) knew that the answer really wouldn’t change anything. It’s not like she could go and meet with him, he had already told her he didn’t want to see her again.

“But… I came here… to talk about Kurapika specifically.”

(Name) stiffened, her heartbeat picking up. Melody took notice of this and placed a hand over her’s. “He… he hasn’t been the same since… you know…”

“What… do you mean ‘not the same’?”

Melody let out a long sigh. “I haven’t known him as long as you have, but I do know Kurapika is not the type to drink himself stupid and cry himself to sleep every night.”

“He WHAT?”

(Name) stood up, looking frantic. “Is he okay? He can’t be sleeping well if that’s the case, and he already gets nightmares! I-“

Melody guided her back to her seat. “(Name)… whenever he gets drunk, all he talks about is you. He obviously has some sort of fondness for you, and… being apart from you is tearing him up inside. I would know just by the sound of his heart that he’s upset. So… please…”

She held onto (Name)’s hand. “I know what he said hurt you badly, but… he most likely did not mean most of what he said.”

(Name) looked away, her face falling. “He at least meant some of it. Maybe he just regrets losing a pawn he could use… maybe I would have been okay being a pawn for him to use if it meant he wouldn’t abandon me… but…”

She shook slightly, holding a hand over her healed wrist. “As much as I love him, a part of me… a part of me hates and fears him. He made me feel awful, to the point… that Leorio had to take off college and entire month so I wouldn’t…”

She teared up a little, her lip wobbling. “Anyways, I… I won’t chase after him. I’m… I’m scared. Not just of physical repercussion, but rejection too. I can’t take anymore heartbreak, it’s too much.”

(Name) took a deep breath, sniffling softly. “If he comes of his own accord to see me, I’ll welcome him back with open arms. Until then…”

She wiped away her tears, Melody offering her a tissue. “Until then, I won’t be waiting. I’ll keep living my life, even if my heart aches for his return. I’ll pray for his safety and health… but that’s all I can do.”

Melody nodded, letting (Name) cry into her shoulder as she held the younger woman close. “That’s wise of you, (Name). Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him and try my best to guide him. Just… don’t hate him. Please, he…”

She went quiet. ‘He loves you so much, (Name).’ Melody thought, but she didn’t say it out loud. Kurapika went through a lot to push (Name) away, and although Melody didn’t approve of his methods, she did agree on the fact that being by Kurapika’s side at the moment was dangerous, too dangerous for someone as fragile as (Name).

After an awkward silence, the two exchanged phone numbers. “I can’t promise much because I’m busy myself, but I’ll give you updates as often as I can.”

“That’s more than enough. Thank you so much, Melody.”

She waved as Melody left, smiling to herself. It warmed her heart that Melody was worried enough about her to come and visit. ‘I really do have people that love and care about me…’

(Name) used this as motivation to keep training, another month passing by before she got a phone call.

“Ponzu, hey!”

“Hey, Poppy. How have you been? Pokkle is here too!”

She could hear Pokkle yell a greeting in the background, making (Name) giggle. “Hi, Pokkle!”

(Name) sat down as Ponzu continued. “I heard you’ve been training hard! You’ve got a pretty good understanding of your nen right?”

“Mhm, I’d say so! Why do you ask?”

“Well…”

The line went silent for a moment, and she could hear the phone exchange hands. “Hey, it’s Pokkle. There’s a reason we called you today. We got a job recently, and we’re not sure whether we can do it alone. We were wondering if you’d like to tag along. It’s not too dangerous, and it could be a good chance to get some real hands on experience!”

She hummed, crossing her legs. “Usually I’d say yes, but I’m waiting for Gon and Killua to leave Greed Island and contact me, so… I’m gonna have to say no. Sorry, guys.”

Pokkle laughed. “No worries, this should be an easy job. We’re just studying some insects. They’re a little dangerous, but shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

“You promise you’ll be okay? If you really need me to/“

“Don’t worry, we promise we’ll be fine! Those boys are your kids, we understand you want to see them!” Ponzu said, giggling.

(Name) sighed. “Okay… be safe, guys…”

She stood up, looking at the clock as she hung up. (Name) sighed softly as she left to wash her clothes. “I wonder how they’re doing… it’s been a while…”

She looked at the picture Gon made her that she hung up on the fridge as she passed by the kitchen. “I miss them…”

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One day in late March, (Name) finally got news from Killua. They had just come back from Greed Island, and Gon specifically asked that she get to their location as soon as possible.

“This is a bit last minute, but okay! I’ll be there soon, just hold on!”

She got in the nearest taxi and hurried to their location. Thankfully she was thoughtful enough to pack a backpack full of clothes and essential items before she met up with them.

“Killua! Gon!”

She ran up a flight of stairs until she reached a small pavilion overlooking the city. The two stood there with a little girl. “(Name)!”

The two ran towards her, Gon jumping up and into her arms. “I missed you! I can’t wait to show you how strong I- I mean we became!”

Killua stood nearby, peeking at her from behind Gon. She noticed, pulling him in for a hug too. “I missed you both so much, I can already sense how much you’ve grown these past few months.”

Each boy got a forehead kiss and their hair ruffled before she smiled. “So, what did you two call me here for?”

They quickly explained everything they learned on greed island, and then Gon smiled. “I want to introduce Ging to you and Killua! I’ll tell him you’re my best friends in the world!”

Killua blushed, frowning. “You what? Shut up, that’s embarrassing man!”

“Aww, Gon!”

Gon’s cheeks were squished as (Name) giggled and held him close. “You are just a sweetheart, you’re one of my best friends too!”

The girl accompanying the two sat smiled. “You must be (Name). They couldn’t stop talking about you while in training.”

(Name) laughed, giving the girl a head pat. “You must be one of their new friends! Thank you for taking care of my boys while they were away!”

The girl’s eyebrow twitched. “I’m not their friend, I’m their mentor, and I’m not a child. I’m way older than you, at that.”

(Name) blinked rapidly, Killua cracking up behind her. “Yeah, she’s an old h-“

Gon placed a hand over Killua’s mouth. “Her name is Bisky! She taught us a lot!”

“Oh! W-well, thank you Bisky!”

Bisky laughed, patting (Name)’s shoulder. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I think it’s time for you to tag in.”

“You’re not coming with us, Bisky?” Gon asked.

She shook her head. “Thank you, but I think I’ll pass. I’m not interested in men with kids.”

“I guess that’s it then, take care Bisky!”

The two gave her their respects, making (Name) giggle. “Take care, Bisky!”

“I will, you boys too, okay?”

(Name) ruffled the two’s hair, holding onto Killua and Gon’s hand as the latter pulled out a card.

“Accompany on, Nigg!”

She yelped as the world disappeared around her, nearly causing her to fall over as they shot through the air. Killua held her hand as they landed, letting her lean against him as her legs went wobbly.

She was too busy getting her bearings to notice the man sitting alone in the mist, but the other two were more than aware.

Mist curled around them, the area had pretty low visibility. As (Name) finally got her bearings, she barely comprehended the man moving, only realizing she’d been shoved to the side roughly when she fell on her ass.

“(Name)!”

The other two had the same treatment, but Killua was by her side within a second after landing, pushing her and Gon out of the way before they could be shot by the man.

She groaned a little, moving her hand to begin healing the scrapes on their knees. “Yeesh, one thing after another…”

The man began to approach, Gon staring at him as he took off his cloak. “This isn’t Ging…”

“What?”

Killua frowned, crouching defensively in front of (Name). “Hold on, what is this all about? First, you know us down, then you start firing at us. Stop messing around!”

(Name) glanced up as the man got closer. “Fooling around? I was being dead serious. If I hadn’t opened fire, you would have been attacked.”

“By what!? The ant you shot?”

Killua stood and attempted to squash the ant only for the head to launch itself forward, biting into his flesh. “Ow!”

“Killua!”

Gon held her back by her wrist as the man knocked killua over and used his hat to smack it away. After, he raised his gun and fired at the ant’s head.

She knelt beside him, her hand hovering over the small wound on his leg. (Name) healed it quick, giving him a gentle pat to his leg after. The man watched all of this before speaking again.

“That’s no normal bug, it’s a Chimera Ant.”

“Chimera ant?”

“An aggressive, carnivorous insect, currently under class 1 quarantine. From time to time, they even attack humans. You were standing right in front of their nest. Had I not fired, a chimera ant army would have consumed you by now.”

Killua scowled, getting back into a defensive position in front of (Name). It seemed he didn’t quite trust the man yet.

“I feel… like this has happened before…” Gon whispered. The man sighed tiredly, kneeling in front of Killua.

“It’s healed up a lot already… it wasn’t serious, and they don’t have venom so you don’t have to worry. But apply this, it’s an antibiotic.”

Killua looked back at (Name), who studied the man for a moment before giving a nod. “I can heal wounds, but my power can’t fight infections as efficiently as other afflictions.”

She wrapped a bandage around the wound. “I couldn’t heal it completely, I didn’t want to use up to much of your stamina. It shouldn’t be painful though.”

Killua smiled softly. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“You three should leave as well. Damn… because of this interruption, I’ll need to start over. But the nest was destroyed. Man… forced to take another life.”

“Ah!”

Killua and (Name) jumped at Gon’s sudden exclamation. “Are you… are you the one who saved me back then?”

“Back then?”

“On Whale Island, after I stumbled into the territory of a foxbear with its cub.”

“Whale Island?”

“That time, too, you had to kill in order to protect me.”

The man stared at them for a moment before a look of recollection appeared on his face. With a faint smile, he answered back.

“Oh yes, I remember now. I never expected to run into you again here. You’ve grown, Gon.”

‘So they know each other?’ (Name) thought, tilting her head.

“How do you know my name?”

“I heard it from your dad. Ging.”

“Old man, you know Ging?”

“Old..?” the man questioned with a wince. “… yeah, my name is Kite. Ging was my master.”

The three gasped, looking up at the man in wonder. “You knew Gon’s father? Wow…”

(Name) smiled sweetly and stood, offering her hand. “Thank you for saving Gon back then. He is like a little brother to me, and if you hadn’t saved him, I would have never gotten to meet him.”

Gon blushed and fidgeted in the background as Kite returned her smile and shook her hand. “It’s no problem, really. I assume you’re his guardian?”

“Ah, technically. I promised his aunt to look after him. I’m (Name) by the way, and this is Killua!”

She wrapped her arms around the two, laughing. “I was kind of dragged along, but I’ll be trying my best to help!”

——————

After catching fish and putting them on to roast by the fire, the four chatted amongst themselves.

“Oh, so you’re also all pro Hunters?”

“Yep. Are you one too Mr. Kite?”

“Call me Kite. It’s awkward being addressed formally by my master’s son.”

“Okay! Then you’re one too, Kite?”

“Yeah, Ging was the one who made me a top-class Hunter. He was my teacher and benefactor. If I hadn’t met Ging, I’d have died long ago, in the alley of a slum.”

(Name) pulled her knees to her chest, glancing at the other two. ‘His dad seems pretty important, but I still can’t get over the fact he abandoned Gon.’

Kite told the story of how he met Ging, smiling fondly. While they talked, (Name) busied herself preparing a place for them to sleep.

“Killua, Gon.”

She smiled softly, patting the little beds of leaves she prepared. “It’s late, come get some rest. I’m sure Kite will be here in the morning,”

Kite nodded, glancing her way. “Yeah, listen to your friend. Get a good nights sleep, nothing can be accomplished when you’re too tired to think.”

Killua shrugged and laid where (Name) instructed, only huffing a little when she ruffled his hair and tucked him under one of her cardigans.

“Aww, is it really that late?” Gon asked, seeming a bit disappointed.

“Yeah, it is.” (Name) glanced at her phone. It was a little past midnight. “If you rest now, you’ll get a decent amount of sleep.”

Gon, being the good boy he was, climbed into bed as well, letting (Name) cover him with another cardigan. “But (Name), what about you?”

She smiled softly, ruffling his hair. “I’ll be fine, Gon. Go to sleep.”

Kite watched over the scene, keeping an eye on the way the boys reacted to her. It seemed they both cared for her deeply, listening to what she said with little resistance.

‘She’s like their mother… no, no not Gon’s mother entirely, but she is definitely Killua’s mother…’

It was obvious with the way Gon acted more polite as if he were interacting with a trusted adult, and the way Killua had a bit of an attitude. Killua would huff and puff, but listen to what she said and took any affection she gave him with a contented sigh.

Once the two were asleep, (Name) met Kite’s gaze. “Can we talk?”

The man nodded, gesturing for her to come by the fire. “Why not? Come.”

She sat across from him after brushing some of the dirt away. “I introduced myself earlier, but I didn’t tell you much about myself.”

Kite watched her for a moment. “Yes, I noticed you didn’t participate much in the conversation.”

“Yeah… this is a lot more important to the boys than it is to me. You could say I’m just here for emotional support.”

He studied her for a moment, a frown tugging at his lip. If she was only there for that, Kite was worried that she might get into more she could handle with where he planned to take them.

“I see… well, they’re both professional hunters, you know. They can handle themselves, so if you’re only here to coddle them, they might be more offended than grateful.”

She laughed before sipping on her canteen. “Oh, you misunderstand me, Kite. My boys are professionals, but I am too, and I can see from a mile away that whatever they’re getting into will be dangerous. While at this point I’m not that strong, I want to be someone that can protect them if need be. I’m not just here for them, I’m also here to better myself.”

Kite’s eyes lit up slightly as he observed her with fresh eyes. This wasn’t a smothering mother that wanted to keep the two under her wings and away from harm at all times, this was a guardian that would only step in to protect their lives. He wouldn’t be doing that, so he couldn’t help but admire her a little.

“The road ahead will be dangerous. Are you sure you can handle it?”

She smiled brightly, offering him a swig of her canteen. “Oh I’m not sure at all, but I’m ready to try.”

Although he felt almost impressed by her tenacity, there was something bugging him in the back of his mind. It was difficult to tell whether her bravery was because she was truly ready to face these challenges, or she was too stupid to understand the gravity of this decision.

And the third option… Kite didn’t even want to think of it. It chilled him to his bones to even imagine such a kind woman possibly going through such lengths just to die.

“And you know nen, right? Who was your teacher?”

“Teacher?”

They stared at each other for a moment, both of them confused at the other’s reaction.

“Don’t tell me… they didn’t send someone to train your nen?”

“… were they supposed to?”

Kite groaned, rubbing his temple. “Geez… what was your name again?”

“Oh um… (Name). (Name) (Last Name).”

Kite went quiet, pausing in his tracks. “(Last Name)…”

His mouth dropped open for a second before it closed. “… you don’t happen to live in York New, do you?”

“… yes?”

He took in a deep breath, then looked up at her again. “I see…”

She smiled awkwardly, laughing. “Don’t tell me you were supposed to be my teacher.”

“…”

(Name) blinked, glancing between him and the kids. “Ah… well I’m sure you have a good reason for not being able to teach me! Like being busy..?”

Silence.

“… I forgot.”

“YOU FORGOT!?”

(Name) covered her mouth, glancing back to the kids to make sure they were still asleep. Thankfully, they were. Gon slept like the dead, and Killua probably didn’t perceive her voice as a threat.

“I… apologize. I was supposed to visit you in early March to begin training, but…”

“You forgot.”

“… yes. I did.”

She laughed a little. “Well, no one’s perfect. Since I’m here, why don’t you just train me now?”

Kite hummed. “As soon as I realized who you are, I was planning on doing so regardless. I guess it’s a good thing you came with those two, isn’t it (Name)?”

“Yeah, I guess it is!”

They shared a smile before Kite realized the fire was going out. “You should get some sleep as well. We’ll start your training in the morning.”

(Name) rubbed her eyes a little, nodding. “Yeah… I will. Thanks, Kite.”

With a final smile, (Name) joined the other two in sleep. Kite found himself watching over the three throughout the night.

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As the group awoke and sat by the fire that had gone out long ago, (Name) smiled, handing out granola bars for them to snack on.

“Hey, what kind of work do you do, Kite?”

Gon was currently munching on his granola bar between asking Kite question after question. Kite didn’t seem to like however, answering each one without pause.

“Biological surveying. I focus on discovering and researching new species. Oh? Have you heard of the Camp Tiger?”

“Camp tiger?” Killua repeated.

“They can use fire. They use branches that have been ignited by lightning as live kindling. Other than certain magical beasts that walk on two legs, they’re the first of their kind. Animals that eat their meat cooked, not raw.”

He showed the group a video of the tigers cooking their meals over a fire. “Wow, they’re really cooking it!” Killua exclaimed.

“They really are using fire! Hey, what else is there?”

Gon’s excitement was contagious, making (Name) and Killua listen closely as well.

“Oh yeah… you said the thing that attacked me was a Chimera Ant?” Killua recalled. He stole a look at his leg, seeing that the wound was healed up nicely thanks to (Name).

“Yes, a Chimera Ant. Under class 1 quarantine. Normally no one would be allowed near such a dangerous insect.” Kite answered.

“Did you discover them?” Gon asked, tilting his head.

“No, I specialize in larger creatures. But currently, I’m investigating these insects. Something has been bothering me.”

Killua and Gon shared a look before glancing at the destroyed ant nest. (Name) packed away her belongings as they talked.

“But it appears that now I’ll have to move to a different location. I must make a call, but I’m not getting any reception here.”

“A call?”

“I’m working with others. Seven of us are working as a team. I guess I must wait for their arrival. Once they’re here I’ll introduce you. They’re amateurs but they’re still skilled Hunters.”

A group approached them, the lead being a tall man with a bear like appearance. “Oh?”

“Ah, speak of the devil.”

The four stood, (Name) slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

“Kite, who are these three?” one of Kite’s friends asked.

“My friends. They dropped by for a visit on their travels.” Kite answered with a smile.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you all the way out here. I’m Spinner Crow,” the woman with long, pink hair introduced herself. “Call me Spin, nice to meet you!”

“I’m Gon Freecs. Nice to meet you, Spin.”

“… Freecs… wait, is that-!?”

“Yes, Ging’s son.” Kite said, confirming their suspicions.

“Really!?”

The man with the large Afro pointed to Killua. “And you? Not you too!”

“No, not me. My name Killua Zoldyck.”

“Zoldyck…”

The girl with short, peach colored hair spoke up. “Um, forgive me if I’m wrong, but are you part of the famous family of assassins?”

“Yeah, but I just quit.” Killua answered nonchalantly.

“And you?” the bear looking man asked, pointing to (Name). She blinked, her face heating up in embarrassment. She had completely forgotten to introduce hetself!

“O-oh I’m (Name) (Last Name)!”

The entire group stared at her for a moment, then glanced back at Kite. “(Last Name)… as in the person Kite was supposed to teach nen?”

Gon’s mouth dropped open. “What!? Kite was supposed to teach you nen? You’re so lucky (Name)!”

Spin sighed, patting (Name)’s shoulder. “She would have been lucky, if Kite hadn’t forgotten about it.”

Kite cleared his throat. “Ahem. Additionally, all three are pro Hunters. So you should show some respect.”

“Wow!” all of Kite’s friends said in unison.

They all sat in a circle as they began to talk about the chimera ant issue. (Name) was only half listening while she organized her bag.

“I’m Monta Yuras. But you can call me Mon.”

(Name) picked up on the best man introducing himself. She was quite fascinated by his appearance, so she nodded and gave a small smile before going back to organizing.

The man with the brown Afro introduced himself as Stick Dinner, and the girl with short peach colored hair was Banana Kavaro.

As they spoke, (Name) became a bit uneasy. Mon brought out a sample of the ant queen’s claw, and Killua confirmed it was about the size of a human finger.

(Name) felt a hand gently squeeze her shoulder. It was Gon. He must have felt her anxiety and gave her a gentle squeeze to comfort her. She placed her hand over his, smiling in thanks.

They were about to leave, when Gon jumped up. “Hey, can we come with you?”

“Hmm? Sure.”

Gon jumped up in excitement upon hearing Kite’s answer. “Yes!”

“Glad to have you.”

“Having two pro Hunters with us is reassuring.”

“And this is Ging’s son and one of the Zoldyck family! Oh, sorry…” Banana trailed off.

“It’s no big deal.” Killua handed back the vial containing the chimera ant queen claw with a soft smile.

“Anyway, you kids are already pros at your age?” Mon asked, looking at three.

“I’m hardly a kid…” (Name) mumbled. Killua tried his best not to laugh as she puffed out her chubby cheeks in a pout.

She followed behind Gon and Killua, gently petting the little pup that popped out of a backpack on of the people were carrying.

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A van carried them through a large, desert like place. (Name) made sure her boys stayed hydrated.

“It’s been days… no, it’s been months since it last rained here. The weather is unusual this year. It’s possible that this is affecting the wildlife in some way.” Kite stated, looking out over the expanse of desert sand.

“So the insect with the large leg could have been a mutation influenced by those conditions.” Spin said.

“But why grow larger?” Banana asked.

“In order to survive, right?” Mon answered. “If it’s bigger, it would have a better chance of securing food.”

“But that would mean it would need more as well.” Banana stated.

As they talked, (Name) was beginning to realize something. Ponzu and Pokkle had talked about studying insects… and she was worried they might have meant the Chimera Ants. If the size of the claw she was shown was accurate, then those “insects” could be a lot of trouble.

Although she didn’t regret coming along with Killua and Gon to make sure they were safe, she was a bit concerned for her other friends.

‘They’ll be fine, Pokkle is a professional hunter, just like me.’

She could only hope she was right in her assessment.

“That thing could devour a human in no time.”

(Name) blinked, focusing back in on the conversation just as killua stated that. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening, what were you talking about?”

They all looked at her for a moment before Killua laughed. “Man, (Name), you’re awful at paying attention. The chimera ant queen is 2 meters, mensing she could devour a human easily.”

“Ah…”

She nodded, patting Killua’s head. “Thanks for filling me in, Killua.”

“No problem, but pay attention next time.”

They arrived at a beach, where they met with other members of Kite’s squad on a long dock.

“They’re the ones I mentioned on the phone, Gon, Killua, and (Name).” Kite said, gesturing to the three.

“Oh, I-I’m Lin Koshi. Nice to m-meet you!” a man with short black hair said.

“My name is Podunho Lapoy!” the second person was a girl with gray hair that stood up in a ponytail atop her head. “Glad to have you on board.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Kite cleared his throat.

“Let’s get down to business. Where was the leg discovered?”

“Oh, the beach over there.”

“A-according to the locals, it washed up on the shore.”

The group walked along the beach, looking for clues. (Name) took the time to really think over why she was there, and what she was doing. Part of her wondered if she would be of any help to the boys at all, considering the gap in strength between them.

But Gon had asked her specifically, so she wouldn’t say no.

“There’s a forest right behind us…” Killua stated.

“It’ll be difficult to find the Chimera Ant if it ran in there.” Banana replied, sighing softly.

(Name) glanced to Kite, who motioned her over. As the others talked, Kite tried to get to know his new student a little better. “What is your nen type.”

“… enhancer, apparently,” she stated, rubbing the back of her neck. “That’s what the divination said.”

“You don’t sound very confident. Does it not feel right to you?”

She sighed, crouching down to watch the tide come in and out. “Something about it feels off… but I’m not sure why.”

“Hmm… well to be honest, you don’t seem like an enhancer to me. For example, Gon is an enhancer, and although not all people are exact personality matches to their nen type, you don’t exactly fit the bill of an average enhancer.”

Kite looked her over. “… I’m not sure of what you are… maybe a manipulator or conjurer..?”

He didn’t seem too sure, humming softly. “We’ll do another water divination test as soon as possible. You shouldn’t have had to do it alone, perhaps you missed something I could have noticed…”

She nodded, looking down at her hands. “Yeah… that makes sense… hmm.”

“That means the Chimera Ant isn’t here.”

Kite turned his attention back to the others when Mon spoke up. “It may have washed ashore elsewhere. In which direction do the currents flow here?”

(Name) kept looking at the sea as they spoke, only halfway listening. She followed Gon and Killua, looking for clues in the forest, only to find nothing all day.

“Let’s return to York New City. We may be able to find a new lead.” Kite said at the end of the day.

Everyone slept on the way back, Gon and Killua leaning against (Name) for comfort and warmth.

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are your requests still open, i would like to request Quinn Fabray and freader meeting when Quinn sees r walk into a street sign, something cute and funny of Quinn being attracted to clumsy r because of her walking into the street sign

Crazy for You

873 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: please send in more requests guys lmao. i only have so many ideas lolol. like literally anything you can think of

you loved new york. the sights, running around the city, and not to mention broadway. it was your dream to live here. but for now, you were just here for show choir nationals.

you stood in the middle of time square, taking in all of the sights. you stood like this until your best friend, santana lopez, grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently in an attempt to scare you. you jumped at this before looking at her, visually loosing up. “dont do that san” you said as she stood next to you. “its pretty isn’t it?” santana asked. you nodded “i’ve always loved it here” she smiled and looked at you “okay we need to talk, you know that pretty blonde girl you like” she said as she turned to you. you breathed in slowly to calm yourself down just at the thought of her. “you can say quinn, its not going to hurt you” santana rolled her eyes, “she’s over there” she said while nudging her head to her right. you quickly followed her head before internally swooning. you could tell she was laughing, and not just one of her giggles, but one of her hearty laughs.

santana put her hand on your back before pushing you in her direction. “you have to come with me,” you stated, not taking your eyes off of the girl. the cheerleader next to you rolled her eyes “sure whatever” she began walking towards quinn but you stood still “y/n, come on” she stopped and looked at you. you didn’t move “im scared” santana laughed and grabbed your hand. “you’ll be okay”

you were not okay.

“hey quinn!” santana yelled to the blonde. quinn turned and looked at the two of you with a smile before running over to you. santana continued pulling you. you slowly moved your feet before you saw flashes of red and heard a loud WHAM. you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in your hands. santana knelt down next to you.

you just ran into a stop sign.

infront of your crush.

santana put her finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at what could've happened. “oh y/n..” she said, slightly pulling her lips back, a way of empathizing with you. there was a large gash on your forehead with some bruising beginning to form. quinn knelt down next to you and santana with a soft smile. “are you okay y/n?” the blonde asked while looking at you. “oh yeah, dont worry about me” you reassured with a smile “we should clean it” santana said. quinn agreed before helping you up off the ground and onto your feet. you three walked off to find schuester, your arm interlocked with quinn’s.

“hey schue!” quinn yelled once she saw him. schuester followed her voice before looking shocked once he saw you “what happened?” he said as he walked towards you three. “y/n ran into a stop sign” santana stated bluntly. schuester looked at your gash “god, i think you might need stitches, lets get you to a hospital” you sighed and nodded.

quinn and santana sat next to you while you were on the hospital table. the doctor walked in “alright, so you ran into a stop sign huh? mustve been the fault of one of these pretty ladies,” he said as he looked between the two girls. santana stifled a laugh before you shot her a glare. “this is a pretty nasty cut, we’re going to have to give you a few stitches.” he stated. you let out a breath.“ill give you a few minutes while i get set up” santana looked between you and quinn before smirking at you “i have to go to the bathroom, i’ll be back in soon” you looked at her, glaring. she had a smug look on her face as she left the room.

it was quiet for a few minutes, the only thing cutting the silence was the hum of the ac. quinn stood up and walked over to you, standing in between your legs. your cheeks felt hot as you looked at her “that was really cute y/n” you raised an eyebrow before wincing in pain as it irritated your bruise. “what was cute?” you asked her as she held her hands behind her back, “you, running into a stop sign, because you were so distracted by me” she said with a soft smirk

your cheeks turned red (like the stop sign), trying to avoid any eye contact by turning your head away. quinn quickly used her hand to turn your head back towards her. she smiled and gently caressed the apple of your cheek. “what are you trying to get from me?” you mumbled. the blonde in front of you gently bit her lip, you could see the indecision in her head before she went for it. she placed a chaste kiss on your lips. you sat stunned before the blonde quickly pulled away before starting to turn. you quickly stopped this by grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her again. she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist.

santana walked in, cutting yours and quinn's kiss short. “aren’t i such a good wingwoman y/n?”

#glee imagine #quinn fabray #dianna agron #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #glee #glee fanfiction #glee x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Properly Punished ~Emily Prentiss xJennifer Jareau

From @confidentcommander-blog — How about emily punishing jj after she accidentally let it slip to Alvarez that she and emily are sleeping together.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, punishment, strap fucking, doggystyle, more implied smut, implied future smut, mistress kink, degrading kink, praise kink, overstimulation, implied edging, implied spanking kink, etc.

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After a long case, the team had decided to go out for drinks.

A few hours later and most of the team was tipsy if not full out drunk, having a ball at a nearby bar.

Emily had left to go to the bathroom while Penelope came back to the table with more shots.

Emily came back while the team was mid-conversation.

“Oh please, JJ…” Luke rolled his eyes, “You are the most rule following rule follower. What did you do, steal a pencil?” He teased.

They had been playing a drinking game that Penelope had made up where each member told a crazy story and the craziest won, while everyone took a shot.

JJ put her hand on her chest in mock offense and scoffed, “Oh please Luke… You don’t know shit.”

Everyone Oooed

“Really?” Luke said, raising his eyebrows, “Surprise me.”

This is when Emily walked close enough to be in ear shot of the conversation.

“How about fucking Emily? On company time…” JJ said with a sly, drunken grin.

Everyone’s eyes shot up and Emily froze in place.

Had she heard JJ right??

It was confirmed that Emily wasn’t going crazy as soon as Penelope slammed her glass down and began asking a million questions.

Emily could feel her face heating up, her blood started to boil.

Surprisingly, while she was frustrated, she was even more turned on…

Emily came up to the table, sliding her hand into JJ’s.

The whole table went silent again.

“We’re leaving.” Emily stated.

“Sorry? Wait… what?” JJ asked, confused.

“I said we’re leaving.” She practically growled.

JJ gulped at that tone.

That was the tone that always had her underwear soaked…

Emily whisked JJ away and all the team could do was stare with their mouths agape.

~~~

The car ride to Emily’s apartment was tension filled and silent.

Even though JJ was drunk, she had realized her mistake the second she said it.

And shit, Emily looked furious…

“Em’ I—”

“If anything other than yes ma’am comes out of that slutty little mouth tonight, I’ll spank you ten times for each word then I’ll tie you up and edge you for each one.” Emily growled.

Jj gulped, Emily’s words sending waves of heat to her now core and shivers down her spine.

“Yes ma’am…” she breathlessly whispered.

~~~

Emily had Jj on her hands and knees as she rammed her strap-on dick into the blondes wet, tight pussy.

“Such a slut, couldn’t even wait to tell the team how much of a whore you are, hmm??” Emily jeered into JJs ear.

“I’m sorry mistress please OhHhhH God…!!” Jj cried out, as Emily happened to hit that sweet spot inside Jj right at the moment when Jj was speaking.

“What was that slut…??” Emily taunted.

“Nothing mistress your right in your dumb whore now please let me cum please mistress!!” Jj begged.

“Alright baby, you can cum…” Emily purred, “you’ve been punished enough for today that is…”

At that, Jj finally let go what Emily had been edging her too all night. Jj screamed Emily’s name in pleasure like a broken record and then collapsed, completely losing consciousness. Emily quickly pulled out of Jj and went to pull the blonde into her lap, caressing her.

“Hey baby, come back to me…” Emily gently purred, cradling the blonde.

After a minute or so, Jj began to stir awake and everything in her was sore.

“What… What happened?” She asked with a scratchy throat.

Emily chuckled lightly, “I seemed to have fucked you unconscious… sorry about that, baby…”

Jj looked up to her lover with a light smile, “It’s alright, but I do feel fuzzy and sore…”

“You need sleep, baby… Let me clean you up and then we’ll go to bed, yea?” She gently purred.

Jj bit her lip and nodded. Emily left for a minute but then came back with a warm towel. She cleaned up Jj, careful around her sensitive cunt, causing Jj to yelp once or twice. Then, Emily helped the blonde into some of her pajamas and they cuddled up in bed for the night.

“Sorry about tonight ‘Em…” Jj whispered.

“It’s alright, baby…” Emily purred into the blondes ear, “I’ll make sure you get properly punished these next few days…”

Jj gulped and her stomache dropped at the idea of Emily not being done with her, “Yes mistress…” was all the blonde could give in response.

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How Many Days? ~ *Lee Minho*

Summary: Your relationship with Minho is on the verge of collapse. You just want things to go back to the way they were.

Pairing: Lee Minho X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angst Drabble

Word Count: 887

Warning: Possible break up, sadness, guilt, anxiety, hurt to comfort

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Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @imagine-a-life-like-this @kpop-will-kill-me

How many days has it been since you last saw Minho? How long has it been since you last kissed him? How much time has passed since you were in his arms?

It was hard to say anymore. For the longest time he seemed to always be by your side. You were attached at the hip and you loved every second of it. It felt like your life was perfect and you didn’t want to change a single thing.

You were the perfect team. You supported his idol career and he supported all of your dreams as well. He was always there for you when you really needed him. He’d listen to you and be a shoulder to cry on. You were also there to lift him up when he was feeling low. You also went to all of his concerts and cheered for him the loudest.

When the two of you had time, he would teach you some of Stray Kids dances and then the two of you would ballroom dance afterwards. Those were the best days and you always thought back on them fondly. To you, Minho was your soulmate and you loved him more than anything else in the world.

How many days has it been since you last saw Minho?

As of right now, you were in your car, in some parking lot somewhere, crying your eyes out. You had no idea how things got to be so bad. One day you were dancing and laughing together in the Stray Kids practice room. The next you’re screaming at each other and running away. Minho has practically moved back into the Stray Kids dorms and you go out for a drive every night just to find a new parking lot to break down.

You thought you were perfect for each other. You got along so well. You were so in love with him. How could you not have seen all the cracks and bruises? What happened to the perfect love you both shared? Where did all of that go?

The tears kept coming as you wondered what happened and where to go from now. You couldn’t go back to that apartment. It was too much of you and him. You couldn’t go back anymore. But you had nowhere else to go. You were so lost, alone, and afraid. And that just made you cry even more.

You almost didn’t hear your phone go off. However, you managed to answer it. With a sniff, you spoke, “Hyunjin?”

“Are you okay? Are you crying?” He asked, his voice thick with worry.

You couldn’t lie to him. “Sorry. Yes, I’m okay. I just…yeah, I’m okay.”

He sighed. “You don’t sound okay. But considering the state Minho is in, I don’t expect you to be.”

This has you worried now. “Minho? What’s wrong? What happened to him?”

You hear Hyunjin shout to someone in the same room as him. “I told you they still cared about you!” Returning to your conversation, he said, “Hey, I need you to come to the dorms.”

“Why?”

“It’s Minho. He’s been stressed and anxious for the longest time now. He finally told us the reason why and all of Stray Kids believes the two of you need to talk. I’ll make sure you both have the space you need for whatever happens, but please just come over. This needs to be solved right now.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he ended the call. Now you were really scared. Something was wrong with Minho. Even if you two were in a rough patch, you didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. So you turned your car on and drove to the dorms.

As soon as you arrived, Seungmin was the first one to find you. He didn’t answer any of your frantic questions. Instead he escorted you to Minho’s old room and told you to talk to him.

You opened the door and almost started crying again. He looked like a mess. He had eye bags and his hair was all over the place. You ran over to hug him before you could stop yourself. You felt the tears slip free when he hugged you back just as fiercely.

“I’m sorry.” He croaked out, his voice hoarse and thick with tears. “I’m sorry for everything. I shouldn’t have left and I shouldn’t have abandoned you. I’m such an idiot for doing this to you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I’m just so sorry.”

“I forgive you.” You assured him. “Just tell me why.”

“It’s a stupid reason but I did it because I was scared. We were moving so fast and everything felt so perfect. I felt like something bad was going to happen and I was going to lose everything.” His breath hitched but he kept going, burying his head into your shoulder. “I guess I pushed you away before I got hurt. And I’m so unbelievably sorry I did that to you. You didn’t deserve it. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

You shook your head. “Please don’t. Don’t say anything. We’re together now. And that’s all that should matter right now.”

He nodded. “You’re right. It’s the only thing that matters.”

How many days has it been since you last saw Minho? Zero.

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tsumtsumrry · 11 months

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(based on an ask i got on my old acc)

warnings: mentions of cheating, language, angst (obviously)

AN: i can’t decide if this is too long or too short just please enjoy lol (i‘m a slut for feedback and reblogs btw)

“Ha-harry. Need to you pick me up.” Your voice was choppy, with the sobs you’re trying your best to suppress.

“Love? Wha’s happened?” his voice slurs a bit, and it sounds gravely from misuse, letting you know you woke him from his sleep. You feel a pang of guilt hit you and you just feel so miserable, like everything is your fault. You were hoping Harry could make it better, but being a burden to him just makes you feel worse.

“Just, just need you to pick me up. I swear I’ll explain e-everything, just please.” A sob finally breaks its way through and you hear rustling on the other line.

Harry’s heart is breaking listening to yours break like this, he asks for directions, speeding his way to you, breaking way too many traffic laws in the process. He just needs you to be okay, always needs you to be okay.

As soon as you see his car pull up and him running out of it you practically sprint him, collapsing into his arms.

“Precious, what’s—“ he’s distraught, panicked because what could have you acting like this. Sobbing in him arms on an abandoned street at nearly three A.M. in the morning.

“Please, please just take me home. Please, Harry.” you croak, your throat stinging with every word you have to force out.

For the most of the car ride you were in shock, not saying anything until you got to Harry’s house. You’re glad he took the hint that by home you meant home.

He his your home. Your best friend of at least ten years. You don’t remember a time where he wasn’t a constant. He’s everything to you.

It’s takes you a couple days of staying at Harry’s house in comfortable/uncomfortable silence for you to break down and tell him everything.

The look on his face, when he figured it out, before you even said anything, you’d never seen such pain, anguish, and fury. And the fact that you were causing all of it only made you feel worse.

Your fiancé of two years, with another woman. You’ve never been so fucking crushed. You felt like you were worth nothing, what had you done wrong? How could you be so unlovable?

He knew you like the back his hand though, and he could tell exactly the dark places your mind was going.

“Precious, none of this is your fault, I need you to look me in my eyes and tell me you believe that.”

You just blinked at him, with your lower lip wobbling and eyebrows crinkling in pain.

He never fucking liked him, knew he was a piece of shit. He wants to put him fucking six feet under for what he did to you, but right now, you’re the priority.

“Precious…” he breathes out and his voice sounds so full of pain and heartbreak, he pulls you into his arms and holds you until you fall asleep, kissing your head and rocking you back and forth softly.

“Didn’t deserve this. Didn’t fuckin’ deserve this.” he whispers under his breath once he knows you’re asleep.

It took you a while to heal, but you’re still taking one day at a time. Harry has helped you through it, letting you cry with him, always coming to you the second you needed it. And with all this growth, you felt you were ready, ready to get back out there. Start dating again. You’ve decided you can’t let what he did to you ruin your self esteem for the rest of your life.

“So what do you think?” you ask Harry, holding your chopsticks in your hand. He’s typing on his computer, barely paying attention to you.

“Harry.”

“Hmm, precious?”

“What do you think about Shawn?” you say for the second (or maybe third) time today.

All at once the annoying clicking sound of the keyboard stops and Harry’s intense jade eyes are boring into yours, “Shawn? Shawn Rivers?”

“Yeah.” you smile, getting a little bashful, “met him at that coffee shop we always go too. He’s cute and he asked me out so I think I’m gonna go…what do you think?” you say that last part cautiously, your eyes assessing his reaction as best as you can while most of his face is hidden behind a large computer.

He’s gotten a little more protective of you since last year, which is understandable, but if you can move on you figure he can too. Right?

The typing starts back up, only slower and you frown.

“Harry?”

“Hmm.”

“What do you think?” You swear if you have the repeat that sentence again you’re gonna explode.

He just shrugs, his typing becoming faster and more forceful, your eyes flick down to how his arms and from what you can see, there’s a faint vein.

“Harry c’mon I really need your opinion on this.” You whine, truly not understanding why he’s being this way.

“Don’t think you want my opinion, love.” his tone has a bite to it that you aren’t fond of, your frown deepens.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you say cautiously, you’re choosing your words carefully. You’ve never been a big fan of confrontation, especially with those that you care so deeply about.

“I know Shawn, he used to work with me, just don’t think he’s right for you.” he says with a tone of finality.

Your face wears bewilderment, and you look up to see his face, still hard and still concentrated on the computer. He looks absolutely emotionless.

“Not right for me?” you scoff, “and how exactly would you know?”

He looks up from his computer screen, pausing his typing, “I know you and I know him. Simple.”

To you Harry looks emotionless, but under all that he’s seething, but not with anger, with panic and heartache. He had just figured out that he loved you, literally just yesterday. He was working up to courage to say something and then you come in here and tell him you’re ready to start dating other people? No way.

“Well maybe you’re wrong about him.” you say defensively, though your defense is hardly strong with the way your voice wavers.

“Well fuck, I was right about the last one wasn’t I?”

You freeze. What?

Harry’s heart drops as soon as the words leave his lips and as soon as he sees the look on your face.

The shock, the pain, he never wanted to be the one to make you feel this way, never wanted to be on the list of people who’s hurt you.

“Precious…precious I didn’t mean—“

“Leave.” you croak out. Your heart is shattered. Never in your life could you ever think that Harry would say anything like this to you.

“No please, let me—“

“I want you to leave Harry. Please.” your lifeline. The one person you depended on, and you can’t even look him in the eye.

He knows how much what happened affected you, and just to throw back in your face like that? For what?

He takes a step towards you, extending his arm but his heart breaks when you take a step back. You hate that you know him so well, that you can read his eyes, because you can see when the pain flashes in them.

“Precious, please we can sit and talk, you know I would neve—I-I didn’t mean it.”

“Leave, leave, leave.” you mutter, losing your patience.

“Okay, okay. I’m gonna leave, alright? But I’m gonna call you. Is that okay?” you just stare blankly at the floor. “Precious?”

You wish he’d stop calling you that.

When he realizes you’re not gonna give him an answer he slowly picks up his stuff, you here a sniffle but don’t dare to look up, not wanting to see the tears in his eyes.

“I love you, alright? Love you so much. Please, please answer my call.” and with that he leaves.

You immediately burst into tears, your hands shaking and your breath shortening.

How could he say that to you?

Harry calls you a total of eight times before he finally gets the hint that you aren’t gonna answer. You sat by your phone and watched every time his face popped up on your screen with tears streaming down your face.

Maybe you’re overreacting? Surely he didn’t mean it.

H : Precious, you have no idea how sorry I am. You know I would never purposely use your pain against you. Please answer. H

You note that there’s no “xx” after the message.

“Preci-“ He cuts himself and yells your name. You chose the perfect day to go to your favorite coffee shop, there he was, in all his glory.

“Hi.” you mumble, looking shaken.

“Hey.” he breathes out, just in awe that you’re actually in front of him. His pretty girl, god he missed you so much.

“Can we…um talk?” you surprise him by asking. You can see the relief in his eyes, the way they practically well up with tears.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d…like that. Thank you.”

“Why’d you say it?” you immediately blurt out the second you guys are sat down not-so-comfortable on your couch.

How does he even begin to explain that to you?

“I d-dunno to be honest. I was obviously being a dick. I didn’t know what I was saying, a-and that’s not an excuse but I—“

“Did you mean it?”

“No—No of course not. Could never mean—“

“Okay.”

“Okay?

“Okay. I um—just need some time. Sorry.” you mumble.

“Don’ have to apologize fo’ that, love.” his accent is so thick with all the emotion in his voice and it brings on a new wave of tears to your eyes.

“Can I hug you?” he croaks out, “I know I don’ deserve it but I missed you so much and—and I didn’ know if you were okay. Was worried sick I just—I”

You cut him off by pulling him into your arms. Feeling him try to hold back his sobs against your chest your heart breaks, you just wanna keep him in your arms forever but you can’t deny that what he said really hurt you.

“Sorry” he wipes his nose and detaches from you “I’ll see you. I love you.” he rushes out his words, sounding like he’s about to break down and before you can even blink he’s out of the house.

The pain in his voice wrecks you, and you’d honestly do anything to make it go away, but you need to work through your pain first.

It’s a week before you call him. You wanted to do it earlier, but you had your phone in your hand hovering over his contact, chickening out every time you got close.

You processed your emotions, talked it out with him, and you think you actually got somewhere.

Harry told you why he said what he said, and that conversation ending in tears. You not believing he was actually in love with you and him not believing he actually got it off his chest.

What he said still hurt you, but you understand how his pain turned into irrationality.

You can’t believe it but it feels like everything’s fallen into place.

“Hi, Precious.” he smiles softly at you, reaching over to hold your hand across the table, “missed you.”

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #harry writing #old

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