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I Laugh Like Me Again... She Laughs Like You - Part 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Description: Azriel would give anything to hold you one more time.

Warnings: Angst, Memory loss, mentions of death

Word Count: 5950

Notes: Sorry for the wait but I had to map things out to answer all the questions I started in the previous chapters (set myself up there) and lack of motivation was kicking my ass. Still, I hope you enjoy!

Part 2 ○ Part 4

You were picking at the food on your plate as Azriel stared at you, looking like he'd rather feed you himself. As hungry as you were, everything was hard to stomach. You tried to tell him as much but had only been met with a scolding, he seemed extremely interested in your health. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was content with watching you even if you never actually gave him anything. It seemed like the spymaster wasn't too preoccupied with the fact that he had caught you stealing from his High Lord.

Following your sudden breakdown, Azriel had managed to calm you down enough, insisting that you didn't talk about anything else until you ate and were ready for it. Your eyes still hurt and were probably puffy from the tears that had flowed not even an hour ago, and your head still ached, even if it didn't come anywhere close to the excruciating pain you felt before.

The same feeling as before still crawled under your skin, the same questions swirling around in your mind, but you managed to find your composure after the ache had transformed into something manageable and the tears had dried. Admittedly, you were a bit scared of prying into your mind and triggering the same reaction as before - it really had felt like your brain was trying to forcefully escape your skull.

You were still trying to make sense of everything, denying that you were missing important information wouldn't help you. There was no way Azriel was confusing you for someone else, not with the way your body reacted to him and the dreams you've had for far longer than you've been here. There was also the problem of you being a prisoner in this room, as nice and attentive as your prison guard has been there has to be a punishment waiting for you.

When your head felt like it was going to burst, you could swear someone else had barged into the room but you couldn't stay focused on it or hear what they were saying through your own desperate screams. You think you saw something red glinting, but didn't even make out anyone's form, your vision was too blurry. You're not even sure how many of them walked through the door. By the time you came to and calmed down it was only you and Azriel in the room again, and all you could feel was his arms around you, grounding you.

You bite down on another small piece of sausage, arranged as if they were meant to feed a child - you hadn't seen him cut them but you know it has to be his work - as you remembered how desperate he sounded in that moment. You're not sure if the soothing words he whispered in your ear were meant for you or for himself, he was just short of begging you to be okay. It was a little embarrassing to think about how fragile he had seen you in that moment but it was even worse remembering how intimately he held you.

Looking up at Azriel, you're not surprised to meet his eyes, they haven't left you for longer than a second, it's like he's scared you'll disappear if he looks away. You can still see the concern swirling in the beautiful hazel.

You had so many questions, knew he had even more, but you weren't sure where to even begin. Any hope of him starting to talk was evaporating faster with every second. He had told you he wouldn't bring anything up until you were ready but you thought he'd at least ask about the robbery, start off easy. You couldn't push your doubts aside any longer, it felt like you were both playing a part, ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Azriel?” His name triggers the same reaction every time you say it. You might have to go to a healer if you survive this, having your heart fluttering so often can't be healthy.

“Yes?” He leans closer letting his wings pull in closer to his body, ready to give you his undivided attention.

You've noticed how his wings move with him and can give you small clues on what he might be feeling sometimes, like a cat's ears, perking up or dropping with his emotions. The same happens with his shadows really, moving towards you when they're interested, like a tail you suppose.

“There's something wrong.” His eyes open wide and he's on his feet before you can even blink, standing over you and reaching out for your hand. That might not have been the best way to start.

“What's wrong?” He holds onto your wrist, feeling for your pulse. “Does it hurt again?”

“No, nothing hurts,” you try to calm him down, cheeks slightly flushed. “I mean this.” You gesture between the two of you, hoping he's aware of the terrified expression on his face. “You're worried about me.” He visibly relaxes at that, understanding you're not physically hurting again.

“Of course, I am.” He sits on the side of the bed, never letting go of your wrist but holding onto it a little softer, drawing circles with his thumb over your skin. You're not even sure if he's doing it on purpose, or if it simply comes naturally.

“Why would you be?” You have an idea of the answer, he's already made it more than clear that he knows you very well. “I thought you'd be guarding me to make sure I didn't escape but you've been taking care of me instead.”

His eyes roam over your desperate face, taking notice of every expression you make. He's probably scared of saying something that will send you into the same state as before, clawing at your head to stop, but you can see how much he wants to tell you, to stop pretending.

“You're my wife,” he admits, a small smile playing on his lips right after, like saying the word is enough to make him happy, and looks down at his hand still wrapped around your wrist, running his thumb down the veins to the palm of your hand, loosely holding it instead.

“I don't…” You thought there had to be some sort of romantic relationship between you and him, or the person he thinks you are, but you didn't expect him to say wife. “I've never been married.” You never even thought it would be a possibility with your job.

Him thinking you're his wife definitely answers a lot of questions, mostly the reason why you aren't in a dark dungeon after what you've done to them, but it just opens up a whole other box of chaos.

You set the plate aside, knowing you can't keep any more food down with the way the conversation has to go. You wish you could just crawl into your own bed, in your own home and wait until all of this mess passes. Running a hand down your face, you steel yourself, recognizing you need to get to the bottom of this, not only for your sake but his as well. Whatever was at play here was larger than you could have imagined.

“I don't remember you at all, Azriel,” you admit. He just nods, almost pouting, without looking away from your hand still clutched in his. “But I've dreamt about you.” He perks up at that, surprised eyes darting up to meet yours.

“I dream about you almost every night,” he admits softly, a reddish tint covering the tips of his ears.

“If I'm supposed to be your wife, should I be offended that it's not every night?” The lame joke does nothing to ease your nerves, as you intended, but the blinding smile he rewards you with certainly makes the next words easier to come out.

“What you called me before… that's not my name,” you continue slowly, “My name is Maya.”

“Maya,” he tries it out but the discomfort is obvious on his face. To your surprise, you don't like how it sounds coming from him either, while every other word he utters sounds like honey.

“I know that's my name. I know I'ver never been here or met you before,” you explain, “I know I never married you either. I can account for every year of my life, there are no gaps in my memories. You're not in any of them, neither is this house,” you look into his eyes the whole time, squeezing his hand slightly, wanting him to feel your sincerity, “but there's something wrong.”

He studies your face with an unreadable expression. If this whole situation is hard for you to wrap your head around, you can't imagine what it is like looking in from the outside. The only reason you believed him was because of your body's response to him, but all he can see is a female who looks just like his wife yet doesn't recognize him.

His hand leaves yours as he takes the ring he was wearing off slowly, taking your hand and depositing it on your palm gently.

“What's this?” It's a simple silver ring, worn out from what you assume is years of training and fighting while wearing it. Your heart palpitations come back the longer you study it, you know it.

“My wedding ring,” he almost whispers, “You had yours when…” You look up at him and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, “I don't have it.”

You nod and let it fall on your finger, in place of where your own wedding ring would be. It's too big on you, it would likely be too loose even if you had put it on your thumb, but you almost don't want to take it off. Goosebumps spread all over your body, your heart rate picking up.

“Do you feel anything?”

“I'm not sure I can explain it,” you breathe, not fully understanding the reaction your body has to him.

“Try me,” he insisted.

“Ever since I heard about this mission and stepped foot into this city, it feels like my brain is screaming at me to remember something really important but I can't,” you say, watching the way the wedding band hangs around your finger, “and when I put this ring on just now.” You hold up your hand for him to see, the light catching on it.

You look up at him before continuing, “When I first saw you. When you told me your name. When I… When I stabbed you.” Your eyes travel to his stomach, where an open wound had been just a few hours ago. “I feel a pain in my chest.” It makes itself known again as you think of the way his blood had dripped down your hands. “Holding the ring feels right. Saying your name feels right. But hurting you… didn't.” You take a deep breath in, knowing there's no going back, “So, as insane as this whole situation is, I think I believe you, Azriel.”

The admission lingers in the air as both of you feel its weight. Acknowledging the particular situation you've found yourselves in is only the beginning. Now you must try to understand what happened and how to fix things, if you want that. Part of recognizing what Azriel told you as the truth comes with accepting that some of your life was a lie, and, at this moment, you have no tangible evidence for what is real or not aside from the goosebumps you get when the male in front of you touches you. You don't even know who you truly are.

“If you say I'm your wife then what made me leave?”

“You didn't,” the hesitation is almost tangible in his tone, “I thought you were dead.” Your hand immediately shoots up to your neck, feeling the softened scar under your fingertips. The movement seems to break the dam holding his emotions in check, making everything flow out at once.

“I don't know what happened,” he lets go of you and stands up, running a hand through his hair and pacing around as he explained with an anguished voice, “It was a simple mission. We never found out how exactly but it looked like you were taken by surprise and attacked by bandits. My shadows told me they couldn't sense you so I went to meet you but when I got there all I saw was blood. There was so much blood.”

When he meets your eyes again you can clearly see the tears gathering in them, the pain that still lingers from recalling that moment.

“I looked for you. We all did. We searched in every corner of the world, I sent spies everywhere. We found the bandits and made them talk but when they left your body was still there and your throat was cut.” His wings droop, the bottoms of it touching the floor. Azriel looks defeated. “We thought you were dead. I tried denying it for a while but it came to a point where I couldn't anymore. But now you're here and I- Fuck. I should have kept looking. I shouldn't have given up so easily.”

“Azriel,” you call for him, bringing his attention back to you. The desperation and raw pain in his voice were breaking your heart. “Whatever happened wasn't your fault.”

“I should have found you,” he whispers, completely contrasting with his tone mere moments before.

“You thought I was dead.” The words are hard to form, and you can't linger on them too long. You always knew the injury you suffered was severe, that it had been near miraculous that you survived but finding out there were people out there that truly believed you were dead was chilling. “This whole situation still feels impossible, there's no way you could have known I was still alive.”

He nods at you, but you can clearly see he can't let go of it. The attentiveness and overprotection he's been showing you makes much more sense now. Azriel sits on the chair he has barely left since you were brought to this room. He seems to try to regain his composure, combing back the hair he had tousled and bringing his wings up closer to his body again. But his eyes don't meet yours like before.

You fall back against the headboard, the impact softened by the pillows he fluffled out for you, picking at his wedding ring still on your finger. You feel like you're going insane. Maybe letting the guild find you wouldn't be so bad, at least they'd put you out of your misery. Though it's hard to ignore the fact that they seem to be the ones who put you in this situation, letting you live a lie for almost a century.

“It's been a century since then,” you repeated aloud, “And you still…” Love me? You wanted to say, but that wasn't really you, not for now at least. You don't remember anything of your time together, or about yourself. Maybe the only thing that survived was your body. There's a possibility that the female he loved had actually died, that he'll never fully get her back even if you regain your memories.

“I told you,” the smile you witnessed earlier comes back to his face, even if with only half the prior intensity, “I dream about you almost every night.”

“This doesn't make any sense.” You had moved to sit cross legged over the covers, tired of laying in bed when your body wasn't even hurting. Nibbling on a chocolate cookie the House, who Azriel told you is sort of sentient, gave you.

“I know.” He had calmed down since his outburst, going back to what you assume is closer to his usual demeanor, though he might not always act the same as when his dead wife is sitting across from him. His shadows seemed to have relaxed as well, most of them had left him in favor of swirling around the room like smoke. “When I saw you in the living room, I thought you came back.”

“But I came to rob you instead.”

He lets out a chuckle, “I couldn't have imagined that in my wildest dreams.” His gaze turns a bit more serious before he adds, “my High Lord and High Lady want to speak to you.”

“I figured as much.” You were actually surprised they hadn't shown up yet, the sun was already close to setting. “Did you tell them you think I'm your wife?”

“They know. You and Rhys were friends too.”

The thought that you could be friends with a High Lord is almost laughable, but so was being married to his shadowsinger and yet the fluttering of your heart every time he speaks to you in that deep, soft voice of his doesn't lie.

You think for a bit, remembering the information you had been granted before coming on your mission. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, the most powerful one in history and the bearer of one of the most sought-after and frightening abilities - daemati. It's said his mate, the recently turned fae, Feyre Archeron, shares the same talent.

“Is it true that he's a daemati?” He simply nods, knowing you're following his train of thought.

“You want him to look into my head.”

“He might be able to find out what happened to you,” he nods, “the reason you forgot me, forgot us.”

“And you're sure he'll want to help me after what I did? He looked pretty mad when I saw him last night,” you say as you chew on your lip.

Granting him passage into your mind might be more than a leap of faith. You've found it easy to talk to Azriel, to trust him, but you haven't met anyone else, and can't trust they won't want to hurt you. Azriel seemed to not care much about your initial reason for coming to the court or even what you did to him but you can't expect everyone to feel the same, even if they had been your friends a century ago. And a daemati could break you beyond repair, even just seeing their abilities in action has always left you unsettled.

“Rhys won't hurt you,” he tells you, his face showing he has no doubts about his words.

“It's not like I have much of a choice anyway,” you brush the crumbs off your nightgown, stretching your legs and moving until you are sitting at the edge of the mattress. It brought you closer to him, your knees brushing his, the feeling of the leather feeling oh so familiar against your bare skin, making your next words come out breathier than you wanted them to, “You can call them.”

Something flashes across his tantalizing eyes when he looks down at your bare legs, noting the change in your tone, but it disappears when he looks back at you, nodding softly and letting his eyelids shut as if to level himself. Some of his shadows come back to him and, as his silence prolongs, you realize he must be speaking to them in his mind, calling his High Lord just as you asked.

The pressure in the room changes as soon as he opens his eyes, the air getting harder to breathe. It's not as strong as what you'd felt the night before but the tamed magic is enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck stand, and a shiver to run down your spine. You truly hope Azriel is right about them.

Azriel stands just as the door opens to reveal his High Lord followed closely by his mate. His unreadable purple eyes study your stiff form, walking inside the room and letting Feyre close the door behind them. She seems more serene, not showing any obvious hostility towards you but you know not to underestimate the human who freed the fae of Prythian.

You stand when they stop in front of you, not letting fear make you appear weak. If they chose to hold you accountable for your actions you would accept their punishment head on.

The first word out of the High Lord's lips is the same name Azriel had called you before, and the same feeling of deja vu consumes you once more.

“Maya,” you correct. His head tilts to the side briefly, before looking over at Azriel who is watching the scene unfold warily.

“Well Maya,” his eyes meet yours again, “Are you going to explain why I've found you lurking around my house?” The venom was clear in his voice, but you expected as much.

“I was sent here on a mission,” you say as emotionlessly as you can, just like the guild taught you, “I was supposed to find an ancient book with a particular set of runes, it seems it belonged to your grandfather.” You hope the lack of information doesn't make you appear suspicious because it truly is the only thing the guild had deemed enough for you to be able to complete your mission. “Since I failed the mission, they've probably already sent assassins after me, in case I tell you or anyone about them.”

“No one is going to hurt you,” Azriel promises, anger rising at the mention of someone wanting to kill you.

“You were in the wrong place for that,” the High Lord responds after a moment, and watching Azriel's reaction. “The book is in the library under this House.”

“It doesn't matter now.”

“You're right, it doesn't. What I want to know is where you've been all these years and why you attacked my brother.”

The pressure in the room increased again but you could now see it was the result of him trying to hold his power down even though his temper was rising.

“Rhys,” his mate warns, but it falls on deaf ears, his striking eyes never leaving yours.

“I don't remember you or him,” you admit.

“So he's told me.” Rhysand didn't sound too convinced. “You won't mind if I check for myself right?” He barely made it sound like a question but you nod in answer all the same.

Black talons scrape along your mental walls as soon as you give him permission, you lower them for him, pushing everything the guild taught you aside, inviting the enemy straight into your mind. If they could see you now you would definitely be mocked and executed on the spot.

His presence is barely felt in your mind before a sharp pain takes your senses, similar to the one you'd felt before. You squeeze your eyes shut, hands moving to hold your head. Scarred hands are on you immediately, holding you up against a strong body before your knees meet the ground. As the talons retreat from your mind, the pressure lessens and you take a few deep breaths before opening your eyes.

When you manage to blink away the wetness making your vision blurry, you find the High Lord looking at you with wide eyes, remorse clear on his face and his mate holding onto his arm.

“What did you do to her?” Azriel's voice was rough with barely restrained anger.

The High Lord ignores him, looking into your eyes as he explains with a notably softer tone than earlier, “There is something blocking your memories. When I tried to bypass it… It hurt you.”

“What does that mean?” Your voice was scratchy, a dull ache lingering in your head. You lean away from Azriel and sit back on the mattress. No use trying to act tough, you're truly at their mercy.

“It means I can't access your memories for the time being,” the change in his demeanor would give you whiplash if the pain you were feeling gave way long enough for you to focus on anything else, “I've never seen anything like this, there's no way of knowing what it can do to you.”

“I think your memories aren't only being blocked,” he's still speaking directly at you but you can't really wrap your mind around anything at the moment, letting them discuss amongst themselves. “They're being overwritten at the same time.”

“That's why she forgot Azriel but remembers her life at the guild?”

“I've never heard of anything like that,” Azriel's voice sounds further away, you almost want to reach out and pull him back to you.

“Me neither,” the High Lord admits, watching your crouched form warily. “We'll have to ask Amren and research it in the library but it's the only explanation.” You find yourself nodding, even if you don't know Amren you understand the ancient creature might be able to help, if she wants to that is.

“At least your mental walls are still intact. They're the same ones I taught you to build.”

“No, I learned at the guild,” you finally look up at him, sweat still covering your forehead.

“There's still an open channel, like an open door for me to be able to talk to you.” So I can do this. You can't help but jump slightly at the sound of his voice in your mind, and the promise of a smile twitches on his lips. It doesn't go unnoticed that the talons moved a lot more carefully in your mind, almost tenderly.

“You're staying in this house until we can be sure you're not a threat.” His eyes move to Azriel's, an unimpressed look taking over his face at the scowl the shadowsinger sends him. “In the meantime you can fill Azriel in on everything you can about the guild. I want to know if there's a chance they'll try to attack us again.”

“We'll try to find any information on what is blocking your memories and keep you safe from the guild in exchange,” the High Lady adds, “It's a fair trade for both parties.”

You can't tell if she's saying it to convince you or her mate but appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. Also noticing how she omits the biggest reason for this mutual cooperation - the shadowsinger standing by your side.

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His hair was still wet when he started dressing himself, not wanting to leave you waiting for too long, as much as he hated to admit it he wasn't too happy about leaving you with Feyre either. He can tell everyone is still suspicious of you, even after Rhys tried to read into her memories to find nothing, stuck between their memories and stories they heard about you and the image of you stabbing a knife through his stomach.

Azriel knows his High Lady, his friend, wouldn't hurt you, but you're in a complicated situation at the moment and he doesn't want to find out what that guild has taught you to do in cases such as these, doesn't even want to think what Feyre would do to stop you. She didn't know you before, meaning she wouldn't have any reason to hold back if not for his sake - something he knows she wouldn't put above saving Velaris, he would never ask that of her either.

It's hard to accept he doesn't know how you'll react in certain situations, there was a time he knew you better than he knew himself. Now, he can't even begin to understand what you must have been through working for a world known assassin guild.

He'd obviously heard about them before, he wouldn't be a decent Spymaster if he hadn't. There wasn't much information on them, no one knew how large the group even was since there were rumors other groups were actually integrated in the guild. Names for it vary as well.

Even if you hadn't tried to steal from his High Lord, he knows he'll have to try getting as much information about them from you as he can, for his court's sake, and he can only pray you'll give it to him willingly or he'll have to let go of his position.

He doesn't know how you've been able to bear the guilt a job like this brings. As much as you've forgotten, your personality didn't seem to change a lot. You always reminded him of Cassian at times like these, gratuitous killing had never been for you. He hopes you don't have to deal with the torment he had been through in the first decades of working for the former High Lord, his soul had never recovered from everything he'd seen and done during that time.

Noticing his shadows reach up his shoulders, he physically shakes the dark thoughts out of his brain. Everything has been going better than expected, not only did you agree to cooperate but Rhys had given you the benefit of the doubt. You also agreed to have dinner with him so you could talk more.

He just told you he'd be joining you for dinner, omitting how excited, downright giddy, he felt at just the idea. It had been so long since you two shared a meal, talking for hours while enjoying the tasty food the House prepared for you.

He couldn't recall the last time he'd been this nervous for an outing, even if it wasn't exactly that - it was simply a trip to one of the House of Wind's guest rooms. Going as far as picking clothes in your favorite colors on him, letting the top buttons on his shirt undone because he knows how much you liked seeing the beginnings of his swirling bargain marks.

All of this could be for nothing, you don't remember him after all, but, he was almost certain your body did in some way and it gave him hope. You calmed down in his arms just as you did a century ago, said his name in the same sweet cadence and never shied away from his touch, from his hands. His shadows told him as much. Sang to him about the way goosebumps rose in your skin at his touch and attentiveness, how your thoughts and intuition warred in his favor. He refused to let his thoughts deter him.

When he gets to the room he sees you and Feyre standing by the dresser, almost wanting to apologize for winnowing in instead of knocking first, but he can't seem to find any words as he sees you've changed as well, ditching the nightgown in favor of a sleeveless dress that went down to your knees. The cobalt blue was as striking against your skin as he remembered, the garment in itself was simple enough yet in his eyes you had never looked so stunning.

Feyre must have been the one to give you the dress, he was only surprised it had taken her so long to meddle in your relationship. If there were any doubts, they were quickly answered when she threw him a knowing smile before excusing herself from the room.

“I'm guessing the blue is supposed to match those gems you wear.”

“Siphons,” he offers, entranced by the way you walk closer to him, the silky fabric moving with your body and giving you an ethereal glow.

“Did I used to do that a lot?”

“Yes.” He observes the way your eyes run over his body, lingering on the unbuttoned shirt. Seems like his old tricks still work. “I always loved seeing you in blue.”

You tilt your head to the side slightly, biting the inside of your lip the way you always did. He tries to stand as still as possible without appearing too awkward, making sure you knew it was alright to do with him anything that crossed your pretty brain. You seem to make up your mind as you walk closer to him.

“Can I see them?” You hold up your palm and he holds his hand over it without hesitation, letting you grab onto his hand to study the glowing siphon. The swirling light shone in your eyes and he can't help but be reminded of the first time you asked him to do the same exact thing shortly after meeting him.

“All Illyrian warriors have them,” he explains, “They're used to help us control our powers.”

“It's beautiful.” He tries not to let his wings twitch as you now hold his hand with both of yours. “I don't think I've seen anything like this before.”

“You have,” he can't help the somber smile that crosses his face. The reminder makes you look away from his hand to watch him, a conflicted expression falling over your pretty face. “You always liked them.”

The abrupt change in the atmosphere has him asking the house to get the room ready for your dinner. Not being able to hide the smile as he watches your amazed expression at the table that pops up beside you, full of delicious looking food and decorated with candlesticks, the faelights around the room dim in favor of the candlelight.

“I only asked for the food,” he admits with a bashful expression. He's glad you can't tell that, aside from the candles, the plates were also some of the fanciest ones. The House was going all out for the two of you.

He uses the grip you had on his hand to guide you to the chair and help you sit before making his way to his own seat, settling down and giving order for the House to serve both of you. Letting himself enjoy every little expression you made as you eat and listening to anything you felt like telling him, also answering all your questions about the House and the food.

He knows this doesn't have the same meaning to you as it does to him, knows that, as much as you don't seem to hate his company, you're more interested in finding out more about the version of you in his memories, trying to make sense of your own identity. It's hard to imagine how this whole thing must feel for you, finding out half of your life was made up and that you forgot such an important part of it. Still, this must be the best night he's had in a century.

You set your elbows on the table and rest your face on your hands, watching him with undivided attention as he tells you about his sparring match with Cassian. Your eyes don't leave his face after he finishes, appearing lost in thought. He lets you gather them, relishing in the comfortable silence. He'd be content with simply watching you for eternity.

You let out a soft sigh and lean back against the chair, closing your eyes for a few seconds before meeting his gaze again.

“What happens if I never remember you, Azriel?” Your voice barely above a whisper.

The question and the uncertainty in your voice as you asked it make him pause. He keeps trying to push back the thought that you won't regain your memories but it seems you were having the same doubts.

Just last week, he wouldn't have believed having you back was even a possibility, so getting your memories back can't be out of reach, it just can't. He was ready to give his life to make it so.

Still, he witnessed how painful it had been for you when Rhys simply tried to access your memories, he'd also told him trying harder, forcefully, could break your mind completely. If their research doesn't go well, if they can't find who did this to you, there might not be another way of bringing your memories back.

But he'd sooner die than live another day without you, whether your memories come back or not.

“I'll make you fall for me again.”

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sorbetisfruity · 1 year

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Part twooooo to my Crowely fic!!

Oh Crowley, why can’t you get your lazy crow ass up and find us a way home?:(((

Also I’m sorry for such a late post!! I fucked up my ankle and had to be in the hospital for a lil bit!

Part 1 Part two

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You awoke to frantic yelling. The person (people??? It sounded like more than one at this point…) sounded worried and scared.

“What did you do to them?! Why did we find them PASSED OUT on your office floor Dire Crowley?!” A voice screeched out.

Oh yeah, that’s what happened.

You went off on the headmaster of the school you were forced into. The school you were forced into because you were sent here on accident and that stupid mirror can’t send you back.

And that said headmaster hasn’t been looking for a way home for you.

Now, you have zero hope of going home.

And your body hurts.

Your body hurts a lot.

It feels like there’s a cauldron on your chest. It’s heavy. You can barely breath.

Your head feels as if Crowley hit you in the head with his cane a dozen times. You can’t tell if you’re about to throw up or pass out all over again..

“I didn’t do anything! They came in, and passed out on my floor.” Crowley defended himself, completely leaving out the whole “yelling and crying” part.

“It sounded like it was way more than that.” Someone chimed in, sounding tired and pissed off.

…was that Leona??

“It was more than that..” you croaked out, opening your eyes and trying to sit up. “Way more than that..actually..”

“PREFECT!!” A series of voices shouted. You could vaguely make out their blurry figures as they ran over to you.

“Prefect, are you alright?!” Deuce yelped as he was pushed to the side almost immediately by Floyd.

“Shrimpy!! We came as soon as we heardddd!! What happened? Do I need to squeeze somebody?” He said, winking as he pointed at Crowley.

You smiled weakly, admiring his efforts to make you feel better.

Your arms nearly gave out as you tried to sit up, you felt a hand land on your back to steady you.

“Take it easy. We don’t want you getting more hurt than you already are, Prefect.”

You looked to your other side, seeing Riddle in all of his glory.

God, was everyone here??

You looked around, seeing that, yeah, everyone really came to see you.

From Leona and Ruggie, to Malleus and Lilia.

You didn’t realize they cared so much about you..

God damnit.

This makes everything so much harder.

How were you supposed to go back home knowing these guys care about you?

“Hey Herbivore, you never answered us. What happened back there?” Leona spoke, sitting down on the edge of your bed and breaking your trance.

Were you in the nurses office???

“Oh..uhm..well..I went into Crowleys office to ask him if he finally found me a way home..” you said, seeing everyone’s expressions drop as you spoke.

Gazing at everybody, you realized their once concerned expressions now looked distraught and upset.

Especially Malleus’s. Who made eye contact with you before looking at the ground, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“As most of you know, we helped Vil with his overblot yesterday..”

“And I got hurt, everybody got hurt! I almost got poisoned, I am burnt and beaten, I LIMPED to Crowleys office. I didn’t walk, I limped because my leg hurts so fucking badly.”

You could see Vil flinch out of the corner of your eye, making you look down at the bed guiltily.

Everyone looked so sad. You’re making everyone sad.

God you feel awful..

“Listen, I’m only a student, okay? A magicless one at that. I don’t have any magic to fight like you guys do. I’m practically useless in fights and magic related classes!! Do you know how hard it is to tackle these overblots when you’re magicless? I have to rely on my strength to get through these fucking things. And when they’ve been happening back-to-back for WEEKS now?? It’s hard to heal. Mentally and physically.”

“And, I love you guys so much, I promise you. I don’t regret meeting or befriending any of you. I could never regret meeting or befriending any of you. Don’t get me wrong, you guys can get annoying!” You said, looking at Ace and Grim, who gave you an offended look.

“But I love you guys a lot. I couldn’t be happier to have friends like you all.”

After your little heart-to-heart speech, they seemed a lot happier.

Lilia came over to cling to you, grabbing your left arm as Grim jumped into your lap, nuzzling you lovingly.

Leona laid down at your feet, curled up. It almost seemed as if he was going to take a nap..

Malleus came over to your left side as well, joining Lilia as he held your hand.

Azul rubbed your back comfortingly as Kalim grabbed your other hand, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“But guys, I’m so tired. I’m in so much pain 24/7. I can barely get any sleep because I’m in constant agony.” You complained, frowning as you looked at your legs.

There were little colorful bandages placed on all of your cuts now. But the bruises littered around still remained. They popped out to you more than the neon bandages now.

“I miss home. I miss homecooked meals and my parents! I miss my old, warm bedroom and my bed! My bed at Ramshackle feels like I’m sleeping on concrete. The meals I cook don’t taste the same anymore. Hell I can barely afford food for both me and Grim because Crowley doesn’t give us enough money. There’s been so many nights where I’ve went to bed hungry because I didn’t want Grim to.”

You could feel everyone stare at you as you talked, making you feel embarrassed.

You’re really letting everyone know everything. All the bullshit you’ve went through since you got here.

“And it’s not like I can get a job anywhere around here because no one’s hiring! And I’ve already tried everywhere here. I’ve begged and pleaded with every shop owner here, but no one will hire me because they “don’t need any help” or “already have too much staff”! But I know the real reason is because I’m magicless. I can’t do anything if I don’t have magic!!” You squeezed Malleus’s and Kalims hands as you talked, gritting your teeth as you teared up.

“I’m just…I’m so sick of it guys. I love you all so much but..ever since I got here it’s been problems and battles and various accidents left and right. I’m exhausted. I’m homesick. I’m so burnt out!! Hell, I have no idea how I’m able to keep my grades up when most of these classes involve magic. I think the teachers just take it easy on me..” you trailed off, picking at a neon blue bandaid on your leg.

“I’m so sorry for causing all of this trouble. I never meant for any of this bullshit to happen, I..” you winced as you pulled a little too hard on the bandaid you were picking at.

“…I just wanted to see if he had found me a way home yet..”

The room was flooded with silence once you stopped talking.

No one knew what to say. And, really, what could they say?

Some understood how you felt. Others had no idea, as they have never experienced this before.

However, there was one emotion everyone in that room shared.

Sadness.

They could feel the sadness wash over them like waves as you talked about home and how you miss it.

Malleus’s hand squeezed yours consolingly, making you look up at everyone.

“..Prefect.”

You turned your head towards the voice.

It was Vil.

He never called you prefect. It was always Potato, or Spudling, or Kartoffel!

And Kartoffel is just potato in German..

“I am sorry you are in so much pain. And I am sorry I have caused you so much suffering. If you’d like, I’m quite sure there is some sort of healing potion I can brew for you. That way you are in as little agony possible.” Vil took your hand from Kalim, holding it gently as to not hurt you more than he already has.

This was out of character for Vil. You never saw a soft side of him during the VDC.

But you can’t say you didn’t like it. It has been a while since you’ve been nurtured and taken care of.

Hell that hasn’t happened since..

Since you were at home. With your mother.

“And me and Jamil can cook some food for you!!! A good meal will heal you up!” Kalim said excitedly, leaning against the bed to get closer to you as he talked.

“And you are always welcome at the Mostro Lounge if you ever need some time to relax and take a breather, Prefect.” Azul spoke, still rubbing your back comfortingly.

“As you know, you’re always welcome at Heartslabyul. If you ever want to play some crochet or cards, or simply just want to relax? We’re here.” Riddle spoke, gesturing to Ace, Deuce, Cater, and Trey.

“And if your bed ain’t comfortable, come over to Savanaclaw. My beds comfy and has room for two, Herbivore.” Leona chimed in, sitting up and smirking at you.

You teared up as you looked at everyone.

You can’t believe they care about you so much. That they’d stay here and listen to you talk and offer to help you. That they actually came to see you and are worried about you.

You can’t believe that they..

That they actually care.

Tears ran down your face like waterfalls, making you let go of Vil’s and Malleus’s hands to wipe them away quickly.

“I’m sorry it was never my plan to cry in front of you all..god this so embarrassing..” you sobbed, frantically wiping your tears away.

“Prefect no!! It’s okay to cry. It’s okay. You can cry. We’re here for you.” Kalim spoke calmly, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kalim is right. It’s okay to cry Prefect. Get it all out..” Riddle agreed, patting your shoulder.

You could feel someone’s pointed nails running through your hair and scraping your scalp gently. It was relaxing, it felt so nice. It made you feel sleepier than you already did.

Azul rubbing your back so softly didn’t help either..

You yawned, leaning against Kalims soft shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“..thank you. I love you all so much…” you spoke sleepily, weakly raising your head to look at everyone.

“Of course Prefect. While you’re sleeping, I’ll go and make that healing potion.”

“And me and Jamil will make you some food while you’re sleeping as well. That way when you wake up, it’ll be ready!”

“Jade and Floyd will bring down some of our finest desserts from the Mostro Lounge.”

“And it can all take place at Heartslabyul. We can all play Crochet and relax together.”

“I’ll take you back to Savanaclaw for now Herbivore. You can sleep in my bed instead of this thing.”

You heard them converse and decide what to do as you slowly fell asleep, feeling lighter and sleepier than you have in a while.

You couldn’t be more thankful to have such amazing friends.

“Sleep well, Prefect.”

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I’m so sleepy, and this is soooo longggg!! But I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!

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sommerregenjuniluft · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic feb 26 - bed - 1047words - cw: drinking—aka reg picking up a drunk james from the pub<3

for laurie @itsjaywalkers because she's a gem and also i was listening to wallows typing this out mwah

James wipes a stray tear from the corner of his eye as he straightens back up, belly hurting and cheeks straining as he claps Peter on the shoulder, laughing and shaking with his whole body.

His head feels pleasantly heavy and his vision is a little blurry, alcohol warming him up from the inside and James thinks Peter isn’t far off with the way the flush on his red cheeks starts spreading along his entire face as he tries to catch his breath.

“Oh god,” James snickers, sucking in a much needed breath, chortling slightly on the way in which makes Peter send him a weird look and then in return makes James break into another fit of giggles. Everything is just so funny right now.

Peter joins right in, while simultaneously trying to take another sip of his nearly empty cup of beer, his laughter preventing him from actually swallowing.

Predictably, he ends up coughing and James pounds him on the back with one hand as the other maintains a white knuckled grip on the round bar table to keep himself upright as he tries not to piss his pants from laughing.

Once Peter got himself back in order he clears his throat violently, warily eyeing his remaining beverage, “Shit, I don’t think I should finish that.”

James snorts, “That’s barely two gulps, Pete.”

His blonde friend groans, head sinking into his palms, “I think Benji might already have my head if I turn up back home like this.”

James turns solemn all the sudden, nodding in understanding and rubbing Peter’s back soothingly. Benji loves him though so it’ll be fine, James knows that, but he still wants to be there for Peter, obviously.

The other man grumbles something into his hands that James doesn’t catch over the music and loud noise of people.

“What was that?”

Peter’s head tilts back up, “What about you?”

James blinks, trying to decipher what his friend means through the alcohol clouding his brain.

Pete’s lips tug into a lopsided smirk, “How’re you gonna get home to your loverboy?”

“Oh,” James makes, understanding now. “Regulus said he’ll pick me up.”

“Mm,” Peter grunts into his cup, downing the flat beer, “Premium service.”

James feels himself turn a little more gooey where he’s draping his full weight onto the precariously wobbly bar table, and he sighs long and dreamily, “Yeah, he’s the best.”

“Hi, Regulus,” Peter says, head tipped to the side at a 90 degree angle.

“Yeah, obviously, Regulus, who else?” James makes, nose scrunching in confusion.

“Hello, Peter,” a voice says from behind him and James thinks he might nearly break a few cervical vertebraes in his haste to turn around.

“Baby,” James gasps when he sees Regulus standing there in all his beautiful glory. Head cocked to the side slightly, arms crossed and a mild scowl on his face. He’s in one of James’ grey printed hoodies and sporting some dark green and blue plaid pyjama bottoms that always make his butt look a little bigger, according to himself. James loves Regulus ass though, he loves that it’s perky and petite and perfectly bite-sized for when James is—

“I texted you,” Regulus says in lieu of greeting James, lips pursed into a pout James also would like to bite, “And I called four times.”

Another, softer gasp punches out of James and he fumbles for his phone in his jeans’ back pocket for a second, tapping the screen to see the missed calls and messages.

James’ expression tips into a frown, a wounded noise coming from his chest as he shuffles closer with his head ducked, palms slowly reaching out to Regulus’ hips. “I’m so sorry, love,” James mumbles, tone apologetic and Regulus’ eyes narrow, “I swear I wasn’t ignoring you, I just didn’t hear.”

Regulus averts his eyes with a small tut, arms tightening where they’re crossed.

James can’t help but whine. The last thing he wants right now is for Regulus to be mad at him, “Baby, please, I promise.”

When Regulus doesn’t budge, James twirls one of his dark curls around his index, playing softly and contemplating giving into the urge of peppering his boyfriend’s face in kisses. He doesn’t want to make it worse though.

James scrambles together all his might and tries navigating through the drunken haze of his brain and body, concentrating to remind himself what usually makes Regulus fold.

“We were just talking about you, too,” James tries. “Petey can confirm that.”

“Oh, I do not want to be dragged into this, thank you very much.”

James grumbles, rolling his eyes and simply winds his arms tighter around Regulus. It elicits a small inhale and yes, that’s good and it makes James tug his lower lip between his teeth, humming in satisfaction.

Regulus eyes snap back around to him, eyelids fluttering and James slips into a victorious grin. He leans closer and lets his lips brush over his boyfriends, inhaling that distinct citrus and bergamot smell of him, before he breathes needily, “Missed you so much, Reg.”

In the next second there are palms thumping against his pecs, punching a breath out of him before he’s reeled back in by the lapel of his flannel, Regulus glowering at him, cheeks flushed, “Ok, that’s officially enough of you, menace.”

James giggles and quickly squishes Regulus cheeks to plant a kiss on his slack mouth.

They bid their Goodbyes to Peter and make sure he’s got a cab that’ll bring him home safely and then James lets Regulus tug him out of the pub with their fingers intertwined.

Once they’re outside of the crowded space James can’t help himself when he snatches Regulus around the waist and squeezes him with a happy groan.

“James,” Regulus chides, voice tight and flustered, “Let go, we’re in the middle of a sidewalk.”

“But I love you so much,” James slurs into the space between the hoodie and Regulus’ exposed neck, nose nuzzling the skin contently.

Regulus sighs and James doesn’t have to look to see the smile playing at his rosy lips, “Let’s get you into bed.”

“Aw yeah, bed,” James snickers, reaching one hand around to grab at Regulus’ butt.

Regulus yelps and James ends up with a bruise on his ribcage that throbs softly once he cuddles up with Regulus under the sheets half an hour later.

#theyre sooo sweet and annoying #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #lune’s tiny fic #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #q

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boydepartment · 4 months

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enhypen as things from 2014 tumblr

a/n: i am literally frothing at the mouth that 2014 tumblr is coming back. around 2016-2018 this aesthetic and mentality was my EVERYTHING. now in 2024 the mentality and aesthetic is still there just a lil more.... um flavorful for me 😋😋 but it’s okay! i also had to go on my LAPTOP to lay this out so please like this post... my ass worked hard on this- i also dont know if heeseung's aesthetic photo for his headcanons is messed up?? if it is i am so sorry

warnings- 2014 tumblr was a lil cray cray, but i worked my hardest to make sure none of the photos or themes would be triggering :) if you felt anything negative during reading these headcanons- tell me and i will add it to the warnings. but as far as i know and with my own experiences/disorder everything is pretty good and non triggering! :)

MASTERLIST

🕰️jungwon- specifically that one brand of music

okay let me elaborate: out of my league by the fitz and the tantrums

tongue tied by grouplove

electric love by børns

the really like happy yet sad songs??? he’s very like HES SO TONGUE TIED BY GROUPLOVE IM SORRY???? listen to the song that is jungwon he is that song. he is def like that summer romance who you never speak to again and it’s so sad because you loved him so much but now you’re like strangers. just wait till next summer tho, he’ll make you fall in love with him all over again. it’s bittersweet

⚰️heeseung- knee socks

okay me being out of pocket for a sec

heeseung is absolutely fucking insane and drives me nuts. and so do knee socks. any socks that go above the shin drive me fucking insane because they don’t sit properly ever, no matter the size the sock or the size i am they FALL. but i own like 4-6 pairs, because they look nice and make me feel pretty when they sit properly. heeseung drives me insane but i want to be his gf ☹️☹️

he’s def the type of guy to fix your socks too when he notices they’re shifting

🎥jay- the wallpaper quotes

like the sad ones everyone had EVERYWHERE. i was on quotev during this time around 2015?? and they were EVERYWHERE. bangchans wallpaper from 2018 core

these aesthetic quotes just remind me of jay. music is everything to him so he’s the mf to reblog this being like

“this resonates with me.”

he’s also very arctic monkeys coded but do what you will with that 😋😋HE WOULD SO POST HIS OWN WRITINGS AND AESTHETIC GUITAR PHOTOS. HES LIKE THE TUMBLR HOT GUY. imagine while he’s like super popular on tumblr ur like the actual “rockstar’s gf” aesthetic. LIKE THAT ONE FUCKING PHOTO OF THE 1975 ROBBERS MUSIC VIDEO??? I THINK IT WAS THAT ONE RIGHT??? i’m attaching it rn

💋jake- the bold lip makeup + messy photos

dayum let me get out of pocket rq again

that really specific dark aesthetic where it’s in parking lots and blurry and you can make out the dark lip makeup, bleached damaged platinum blonde hair, and the makeup is messy. everything is messy

HEUWBDJBFJAVSHDBBD that is jake :) he’s def the type of guy to be like “wait let’s take a cool photo.” then kisses you to smudge your lipstick then snaps a photo with the flash so when you’re alarmed by the flash you move and it makes the photo all cool looking bc it’s blurry.

👓sunghoon- the john green obsession

i’ve read every john green book pre 2016

i hated looking for alaska it was fucking insane. however sunghoon is like the good part about the paper towns book. like the fun road trip part. that happened right? or did i imagine that? NO IT DID. sunghoon very like curl up bbg im gonna read this book to you and make little stupid comments during it. def the type to have you in his arms while he reads, you hold the book and he has his hands over yours, softly rubbing circles.

💍sunoo- the victorias secret aesthetic

this is actually me rn sorry, all my clothes come from there pretty much. if it’s not thrifted it’s from victoria’s secret. it’s not just lingerie, they have like everything there. NONETHELESS it also screams sunoo. a lot of it is very like chic in a way and it just fits him perfectly. the black and pink colors, the small pops. it just really fits him. the aesthetic is just chefs kiss. especially since i feel like he’d be obsessed with the lotions (i own the mint chocolate lotion and wear it)

def the type of bf to come home with new body sprays for both of you. probably mixing scents too. MATCHING JACKETS AS WELL

📸riki- the electra heart album

MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS. god everything abt this album screams riki.

me relistening to this album and realizing how much it did effect me😨😨😨😨 maybe i’m just projecting now but besides the point

that album is so like riki coded let me get quotes

“I think I want your, your American tan- I think you're gonna be my biggest fan”

“The pretty lies, the ugly truth”

“All I ever wanted was the world- I can't help that I need it all”

“Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek- But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat”

“You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?”

“you don’t love me- big fucking deal”

"question good and question bad."

okay i’m GONNA BE WRITING A BOOK I HAVE TO STOP. he’s def the type of bf where if he hears you listening to this album he’s like “wtf…” then finds himself humming to it. he’d be like that with all your music taste too. riki with black chipped nailpolish OKAY I WILL SHUT UP ABT HIM NOW

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amentomensmut · 4 months

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hi! could I please request an angst piece for Mike Schmidt where he starts working longer hours and accidentally misses his date with the reader because he’s picking up extra shifts to make enough money to buy them nicer things like jewelry? I would appreciate it if they could talk about it and then he tries to make it up to them by spending more quality time with them :)

How can I make it up to you?

Mike Schmidt x Fem!reader wc: 1.8k

warnings: none, really! angst, fluff, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

note: SORRY i've been gone so long, part 2 for first time for everything WILL HAPPEN. however, loved writing some angst for a change :) enjoy <3

45 minutes.

Mike was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

You check your phone again out of habit and sigh. No new missed calls or texts. You scan the restaurant once again and you realise how pathetic you must look sitting here alone. You down the last of your chardonnay and call for the bill.

You know Mike works hard to provide for Abby, and you admire that. However, he promised you a nice night out tonight. You hold back tears as you leave the restaurant. Sometimes you feel selfish for thinking it, but you wish Mike didn’t have to work so much. You barely get to see him during the week, and when you do he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. You shouldn’t hold it against him, you know that. But can’t he also make time for you?

Tears are spilling out of your eyes and down your cheeks by the time you get to and in your car, and you don’t care enough to wipe them away. The sting of mascara in your eyes doesn’t seem to faze you, and when you see Mike's name pop up on the screen on your ringing phone, you start to cry even more.

“Baby? I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m on my way over now. I had to pick up an extra shift, and then I needed to make a quick stop at the store which took me way longer than expected.” You hear Mike's distant voice on the other end of the phone, and the sound of a turn signal going off; signalling he’s in his car.

You try not to make it obvious you’re crying, but the sound of his voice makes a broken sob leave your lips.

“Sweetheart? Please talk to me.” Mike calls, and his voice sounds so desperate for any kind of answer on your end.

“Just don’t even fucking bother, Mike. I left already anyway.” Your sadness has very quickly turned to anger from hearing Mike’s half-assed apology, and you couldn’t give a shit if your words hurt him. He hurt you first. You start your car, wiping your blurry eyes and pulling out of the parking lot.

“You left? But you’ve wanted to eat at that place for months.” And Mike was right. You had wanted to eat at that restaurant for months. It was some new Italian place that had sparked your interest, and when you had planned this date, the first thing you did was make a reservation. Too bad it had gone to waste.

“I guess I lost my appetite.” You said, hanging up the phone. You want to yell and scream at him, but what good would that do? You don’t have the energy, so instead when you get home you change into some comfy clothes and curl up in your bed.

You’re not one for big, dramatic gestures, but you do consider burning his hoodie that you currently wear. It smells exactly like him and that makes you cry even more. The one person who you want to comfort you right now, is the reason you’re crying. You’re not sure if it was fair for you to be so harsh towards him on the phone, but you can’t find it in you to care. You had the whole night planned, you wore Mike's favourite dress, you bought his favourite ice cream to share when you got home, all for it to be wasted.

The sound of your doorbell ringing jolts you awake, and you groan as you roll out of bed. You’re almost 99% sure you know who’s at the door, and you consider not even answering it. However, the part of you that still wants to see Mike wins, and you open the door. On your doorstep is a very guilty looking Mike holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and in his other hand a bag that holds your favourite candy. You almost want to forgive him right then and there. Almost.

“It’s late, Mike.” You say, crossing your arms like it's a defence mechanism. You take in his appearance. His hair is dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it, and you know that’s something he does when he gets anxious. His eyes are tired and his lips are bitten.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just-, well, I got you these.” He says, handing you the bouquet of flowers. You consider not taking them for a moment, but you rule that option out as you look at Mike’s tired, sad eyes. You hold the bouquet in your hands, waiting for Mike’s next words. You know he struggles with voicing his feelings and emotions, but if he thinks he can just buy you flowers and candy as a way to apologise, he would be sorely mistaken.

“How’d you get these? The flower shop closed two hours ago.”

“It was closing when I got there. I kinda had to bribe the guy to let me in.” Mike says with a nervous laugh, and your heart warms at the sweet gesture. There’s a pregnant pause, and you can tell Mike is trying to find the right words to speak.

“I’m really sorry. I’m sorry for being late, that I upset you.” Mike starts, and you sigh.

“But we planned this, Mike. And you just didn’t come.” You know your eyes are getting watery again, but you’re hurt.

“I know, baby. I wanted to get you a gift, but there was a long line at the jewellery store, and the wait was way longer than I expected. I decided to wait because I’ve been picking up extra shifts for months to get you this necklace and-” You cut Mike’s rambling off.

“You got me a necklace?”

“The one that was in that magazine you showed me.” Mike said, and you furrow your eyebrows. If you’re thinking about the same necklace, it was one you had showed him on a whim a few months ago. You were reading a magazine when you had come across a necklace that was just to die for. You had shown him the necklace, gushing about how beautiful it was, but how you could never afford it. There was no way Mike had bought you that necklace, right?

“But I brought that up months ago.”

“I know.”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“That’s too much, Mike.”

“I picked up some extra shifts.” He says with a shrug, like what he did isn’t a big deal.

“You’re making it really hard to be mad at you right now.” You say with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your head and your heart are saying two different things, and even though you do want to forgive him, you’re still hurt from tonight.

“Come in.” You say, motioning for Mike to follow you inside.

“Just so you know, I’m not letting you in because I forgive you. It’s just…cold outside.” You continue, putting the flowers on your dining table before leading Mike to your living room.

“I should’ve just forgotten about the necklace. You’re more important than that. I just really wanted to get you something nice.” Mike says as you both sit down on the couch. You can really see how anxious he is now with the way his leg bounces up and down rapidly and how he picks at his nails.

“Can I see it?” You ask, and Mike is nodding, reaching into the bag that also holds your favourite candy to pull out a box. He hands it to you with bated breath, his eyes scanning your face. You open the box, your lips parting in shock. You knew it was the necklace you had been wanting, but to see its beauty in real life was something else.

“Mike, it’s beautiful.” You say, taking the necklace out of the box to feel it in your hands.

“I thought it suited you.” Mike says. “Can I put it on for you?” He adds, and you nod, turning around so your back is facing Mike. Mike’s gentle hands push your hair over one side of your shoulder. He lays the necklace over the front of your neck, clasping it at the back.

“Let me see you.” He demands softly, and you turn back around. Mike’s lust filled eyes scan your neck and face, and you feel shy in his intense gaze.

“You’re stunning, baby.” Mike says, and the sincerity in his voice makes you melt. “Can’t believe I made my pretty girl cry. I’m so sorry.”

“I really wanted to have a nice night together, Mike. I feel like I barely get to see you anymore.” That selfish feeling bubbles up in your stomach once again, but you push it away. You need to have this conversation with him. Mike sighs, and you can see a look of guilt and sadness wash over his face.

“I know, sweetheart. And you’re right. I don’t mean to neglect you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while. You keep me sane.” Mike admits with a sad smile, and he reaches to grab your hand, squeezing it softly.

“I guess sometimes I get so caught up with work, wanting to be able to provide for you and Abby.” Mike continues, and he looks up into your eyes so you can see the truth and a genuineness in his tone.

“I love the necklace, I think it’s incredibly thoughtful, don’t get me wrong. But I'd just rather you spend time with me than buy me things. I know you’re busy, and I know Abby is your first priority so I’ll never ask you to sacrifice the time you dedicate towards her, for me. All I’ll ask is that when we plan a date, or when we're together, that’s the time you dedicate to me, and you're completely there in the moment. Okay?” You say, rubbing your thumb against the back of Mike's hand. You know how hard he works, and it’s one of the many things you admire about him. You’re not asking him to drop everything to be with you, and you know how much Abby means to him. You love him, and the time you don’t get to spend with him feels like time wasted.

“Okay.” Mike says, and he’s pulling you into a long embrace. His strong arms hug you and hold you tightly to his body. You wish that things could’ve gone differently tonight, but you know that this conversation was important, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Do you want to watch a movie and dig into this candy that I bought for you?” Mike asks, his voice muffled from his face being tucked into your shoulder. You pull away from Mike and he presses a kiss to your forehead, something you know he always does to wordlessly say “I love you.”

“I’ll even let you choose the movie.” He teases, and you roll your eyes at him.

“How generous of you.” You tease back, and soon enough you’re curled up into his side, eating your favourite candy, watching a movie that you got to choose.

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #smut #fnafmovie #fnaf

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poppadom0912 · 7 months

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Together (VI)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, and scary men.

Summary: Everyone in Chicago knows the signature Halstead stubbornness, but the Murray's only smell delusion.

A/N: A Levels are kicking my ass but enjoy!! This was also written on while I was at school so there might be a few mistakes. The angst in this is too good to be true if you ask me so buckle up ;)

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The effects of the drugs were still present as Will came back to, vision blurry and body in agony as he re-adjusted himself on the cold floor. Everything came rushing back and he tried his best not to panic when he couldn't find Jay.

However, his panic became clear as day when he caught your unconscious figure laying almost too still on the floor, too far from him to reach you.

Despite calling out to you, trying his best to nudge you with his feet, you never moved, remaining immobile. Will swore he heard you groan but it was so silent he could easily blame it on delusion.

Trying his best not to jump to conclusions, Will tugged and moved his hands tied to metal pipes, trying as hard as he could to release himself so he could get to you.

And it might've taken what felt like years, resulting in his wrists to bleed out a bit too heavy than normal but he was already in so much pain that it made no difference.

As carefully as he could so not to aggravate any of his more serious injuries, Will brushed your hair away from sticking to your forehead to behind your ears.

On instinct, he checked for a pulse and choked back a sob when he felt it. It was definitely weak but it was there and that was all that mattered right now.

"Y/N? Y/N open those eyes for me." Will whispered, gently picking your head up and placing it on his thighs, letting them act as a pillow.

"I know you're in there so don't even try it with me young lady." He said, semi strict tone that he used to use when you were a teenager and he was the only fatherly figure in your life besides Jay.

Once again, you groaned from the sheer amount of pain you were in, tears pricking your eyes and falling down your cheeks when you didn't bother holding them back.

"There she is." Will continued whispering, a smile gracing his lips as the two of you made eye contact. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of your silent tears. "Hurts... It hurts Will." You said huskily, voice cracking and breaking, an indication that you were going to lose it soon. "It hurts so much."

“I know, I know it does.” Will whispered, swallowing harshly as you shivered in his arms. “I’m so sorry but you have to stay awake for me.”

Despite being in a haze, you let out a sound that indicated you were listening to him. As you did so, you forced your eyes open and studied your oldest brothers scar filled face.

“You're hurt Will.” You said, trying to raise your voice in sternness but it only cracked further. Mustering as much strength as you could, you lifted your hand and gently poked his face with your own bloodied and worn out fingers.

Slightly wincing, Will held your wrist, his touch as light as a feather as he moved it away back onto your lap. “Don’t talk to much okay? You need to preserve your energy and try not to lose your voice.”

You were never a sticker for the rules, always foregoing your brothers advice whenever they lent it to you. "Tell me a story, something I don't know... please?"

The desperation soaked into your words, it almost brought Will back to a time where innocence was all the Halstead siblings knew. The image of a toddler you, wobbling along like a penguin but ambition shone bright in your eyes as it always did whenever you heard the boyish shouts of the only kids who'd have to become men too quickly

For the sake of you.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he continued to bring you comfort with his feather light touches as to not add any more gasoline to to fire your body was set on.

"Well." Will blinked away his tears, refusing to show both his pain and fear in a moment that he needed to be the big brother he's been since the early age of two. "I was going to tell you this at your wedding but when you were seven..."

And with ease, something Will hadn't felt since he was in Jay's truck earlier today or maybe it was yesterday, time slipped away from him; Will delved into what sounded like angels singing hymns.

The great blue earth that spun ever so gracefully felt so insignificant right now. It felt like hell was here in the room with you because this pain was otherworldly.

You would never let them know, but you craved sweet release.

*****

Jay felt like he was going crazy, which he was, both figuratively and literally.

Here he was in the bullpen, not in the best of states taking into account the cuts and bruises littering his body, his thigh pulsating whenever he moved an inch but just as he felt the pain, he remembered you and Will. He remembered your battered body and your helpless screams and despite never seeing it, he knew Will had been hurt but the man was too stubborn and selfless to show his younger siblings.

There was no new evidence since Jay's unexpected arrival.

Everything had been thoroughly sifted through and no rocks had been left unturned. Things were so uneventful that Kelly had been convinced - *cough cough forced* - back to work with the promise he was their first call when they found something. And of course, Jay wasn't going to deny his future brother-in-law.

The middle Halstead sibling sat at his desk, picking away at every miniscule detail he could remember. His siblings lives were literally in the palms of his hands and he'd be damned they were ripped out of his grasp. He wasn't a Halstead for nothing. It was the only good thing they all inherited from their father and that was his godforsaken stubbornness that Voight, Goodwin and Boden cursed out on a daily.

His eyes stung, salty tears blurring his vision for mere seconds before they were extinguished. This was not the time nor was it the place for Jay to start contemplating and start thinking the worst. He knew that as long as neither of you were alone, as long as the two of you remained together then he had no reason to worry and his only job was to find you.

The Jackson brothers had already taken so much from the Halsteads and just as life was running smoother than silk, they barged in and tore it all apart with no care for the feelings of others. Jay didn't understand just how cruel people could be, even in his line of work some people were just beyond evil just for the sake of it.

Apparently, according to Antonio who had been in touch with a few of his people, Jackson's escape was so clean not a single prison guard could recollect when or how it happened and Ezra had been in hiding for the past four years. There were no explanations to their appearances and Jay felt himself going mad.

Maybe he was beginning to get delirious from the endless dead ends they came upon or maybe it was the blood loss catching up to him added with the adrenaline finally dying down. No one would know but Jay could live with that if it meant getting a single hint or clue as to where his brother and sister were kept locked away from his itching fingers.

In Jay's opinion, Voight wasn't being fair when he denied giving Jay his backup gun that was usually kept in the draw at the bottom of his desk. He'd confiscated it and refused to give it back till this entire ordeal was over as he claimed Jay's behaviour to be unpredictable even when on the verge of fainting.

"Thanks Kim." Jay thanked the brunette with a tight lipped smile when she placed a coffee and sandwich in front of him on his desk. He could practically feel the concern oozing off his colleagues but he simply ignored it, shoving it far away because that was the least of his problems right now. Deep down, he knew he needed medical attention but then he heard your gut wrenching cries and suddenly his eyes were stinging again.

According to the numbers on his computer screen, it would be 24 hours since the Halsteads kidnapping in approximately three minutes and gosh did it make Jay want to scream, shouting out to any higher power that was empathetic enough to help.

His favourite coffee sat peacefully in its paper cup but the brown liquid only made him feel queasy. For some reason, the common beverage made him think of the thermos sitting in his truck that belonged to Will, his older brothers complaining about how the ED had tired him out. God, Will must be so tired.

Swallowing back the rising bile, Jay sighed, his entire body deflating into his chair. His head was pounding and the bandage Ethan tightly wrapped around his leg was soaked through, his blood was soon going to start dripping onto the wooden floor and he didn't need that on his mind too. Sitting up, Jay nicely asked if Kim could help him redress the wound which she nodded without a second thought. Besides the two of them and Voight in his office doing God knows what, the bullpen was empty despite the occasional team member moving in and out with an urgency that never left since they heard Jay's audio from Trudy.

Screwing his eyes shut, Jay bite back a wince when Kim knelt down and touched his thigh with practiced gentleness that reminded him of the tenderness his first responder siblings showed whenever on the clock.

All of a sudden, his heart lurched out of his chest when Kim's phone alarm went off, a notification popping up and going as soon as it came. It was very short lived but Jay caught of glimpse of the words on her phone and felt dread taking over his body.

Dragging his eyes back over to his computer screen, Jay could only feel the weight on his shoulders increase tenfold and if he listened closely, he could probably hear his bones creaking under the pressure.

It'd officially been 24 hours since the Halsteads went missing.

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malexmalesstuff · 1 year

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Can I request Robert Pattinson x shy Boyfriend reader where Robert takes the readers virginity and lets the reader fuck his mouth and ass while praising the reader?

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Robert Pattinson x Male Reader

warnings: this isn’t good smut. reader is 19, Robert his current age. Age gap. sad reader, kinda depressed reader? Angst ig. Shy soft dom reader. Bottom Robert. idk kinda ditched the request sorry. Girl idk what tense i wrote this in

A/n: Realised i hate writing smut.

A/n: Couldn’t think of anything further. 300 likes, 50 reblogs for a part 2.

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“I’m home!” I heard Robert say, then a bang. You flinched, like you always do. The door was always so loud, for no reason. He just came back from filming his new movie, ‘the batman.’ He was away filming for about 4 months, not including the months during and before covid-19.

Hearing his voice, made me smile. I missed him, I missed his smile, I missed his hugs, i missed his everything. There was a difference in hearing his voice over the phone and in real life.

You felt this warmth inside you once you saw him walking in the living room, a warmth that had been gone for a long time. You tried to smile, but you hadn’t been feeling the happiest for awhile, your smile was weak. But you tried your best.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” He asked me, noticing my forced smile. I felt so weak, and happy at the same time. He rushed walked over to the big couch i was on, getting on his knees to hug me.

“Yes, i’m okay.” I lied to him, my voice was weak. As we pulled out of the hug, i grabbed his face. “please, never leave so unannounced like that ever again.” I tell him, as i feel my eyes tear up. Trying my best not to breakdown. My vision went blurry, and breathing became harder to control.

As Robert tried to speak, no words came out. His eyes started to tear up aswell, he was lost for words. Regret was the only emotion he showed, it was loud. His jaw sharpened, and he chocked on his own words.

“I-i’m sorry.” he said also trying his best not to breakdown.

- time skip (tell if you want me to make an angst fic)

We where now laying in bed, watching tv. I was laying on his bare chest, my hand on his stomach. I felt him kiss my head, giving small kisses. I moved my thumb up and down over his stomach, knowing that made him feel a certain type of way. “fuck I missed this.” He says under his breath thinking I didn’t hear him.

I wanted to continue, but I didn’t know what to do. I have never done anything like this. My heart beat start to go quicker, I heard his do the same.

“Do you want to do this?” He asked me, knowing i had never done anything like this before.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

“Okay baby.” He said as he made us switch positions, so where he was now laying on my abdomen. I was confused by this, thinking in my mind he was a top. He took off my joggers.

“Wait, ur not a top?” I asked him, confused.

“No i’m not, is that okay?” He said.

“Yes ofc, just tell me what to do?” I reassured him

“Okay, well there’s actually not so much to instruct. Just kinda go with what you think you’re supposed to do, ill tell you if you need to stop.” He tells me, with a weak but beautiful smile. I can feel my cheeks turn red.

“Okay, go ahead.” I say, giving him permission. He took this opportunity and took of my underwear. He takes it in his hand and slowly moving it up and down.

I slowly started to get harder. He started to build ip the pace, making small twisting movements now and then. It gave me this feeling, i had never felt like this before. It was hard to describe.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were this big.” He praised me, making groaning noises. He leaned his head towards it and started to give it kisses. Then out of nowhere he wrapped his lips around it. He moved his tongue in circular motions, going slowly up and down

I moaned, at first it hurt a little. But soon after that turned into a good feeling. You wanted rob to go faster, but you were scared to do anything.

“Can i?” I asked while grabbing his hair. He nodded yes, so you went for it. Moving my hand faster. *bop* *bop* *bop* I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“Fuck, just like that.” I moaned. I was holding his had still, and fucking his mouth. Hearing muffled noises from him.

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sherwees · 5 months

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snap a pretty picture of your own!

cw : dubcon but stretching to noncon, getting caught, non consensual groping, exhibitonism, frottage, just overall fcked up SHIT (once again), accidental boners and implied yang huge dick (that should be it?)

p.s : the ending was meant to be more harsh but I couldn't forgive myself for that.

also imagine yangyang in this outfit

Yangyang manspreads on his seat with his Polaroid, swinging his head around looking at the civilians on the subway as he taps his converses on the ground with a rhythm; admiring everything around him with a toothy smile. Everything within the surroundings became blurry as he immersed in your pretty little face, he wanted to snap a quick photo badly but isn't that a crime?

“Sir, sorry for bothering you but do you think you could get up?” A pregnant lady wearing a sweater similar to yours, holding her stomach with a slight arch asks with a slight furrow to her brows. He only nodded and smiled as he got up to stand beside you but something must've brushed a button of his Polaroid because it snapped a photo of the woman's thighs.

She gave a confused look but emitted a small, “It's okay” as the Italian male beside him gave him a scrunch of his nose with a disgusted look. He mumbled a small apology, the guilt weighed his fragile little heart down as he took the film and disposed of it in the nearest garbage and shuffled towards you, you seemed nice. He eyed your pearly white headphones, he could slightly hear the song that you were blasting in his close proximity, not even seeming to notice the nosy male only a few steps behind.

The subway was close to the 7th stop, where it would get unusually crowded because of rush hour. He had about 7 stops more after that and he coincidentally forgot his phone at his friend's house somehow after a week long sleepover so he could only find fun in counting the bleached strands in your hair.

Sooner or later, the train stops abruptly. People rush into the subway, pushing and shoving him closer. It's only then he notices your struggle, you were practically squished into a metal pole. The pressure putting an evident dent on your chest, showing the outline of your bra through the sage sweatshirt you bought at the outlet mall only hours before. Your pussy line(?) was now evident now as you only rubbed against it unintentionally with the turbulence of the train along with a slight burning sensation.

His chest jumps as he looks around in frustration and worry, looking up the subway lights made him nauseous as the blood rushes from the rest of his body but to his lower region. Yangyang notices that your hips slightly rocked against the pole, your lidded eyes looking around until you met eyes with him. Your plush lips were pouty and covered with clear gloss, forehead beamed with sweat.

Your soft fingers scrambled for the pole to keep the pleasuring angle on your sensitive bud once he slightly gyrated his hips into her ass, a soft moan left your lips but it was quickly cut off when the woman in front of you turned for a second.

His grip tightened on the handholds hoping that this was all just a dream and he could wake up in his happy humble home to his cat, Coco. His erection was barely even there yet but his sweatpants became tight like unbearably tight.. He regretted going commando because he under packed his undergarments; his jaw clenched, holding back a grunt as the foreskin at his shaft stretched. He attempted to adjust his growing member but his mushroom tip was now visible as a wide bump, poking out further every second.

He prayed in his soul that nobody would catch eye of this disaster. Of course, you caught eye of the suspicious looking beam he smuggled in his jeans.. Your mouth became agape but it closed with a mischeving smile like something from a brazzers ad that would border an xvideos video. He vigorously shook his head to make sure you understood that he didn't mean any harm and it was just some type of accidental boner but something in his gut yearned for you.

Your fingers reached behind and grabbed his waist band with a slight tear emitting from it, jerking his tip into the curve of your ass with an exasperated gasp coming from you both. If it wasn't so crowded in this subway, there would be major concerns going around but right now, that wasn't the problem in his racing mind.

The bigger (but not biggest) problem was the thin material of your grey shorts, Yangyang could only attempt to step away but you were like a psychic that read his mind with a magic crystal ball. You grabbed his wrist causing him to heave and rush forward along with the speed of the train car, the pole bumping against your ribs, taking a slight hiss from your mouth.

His breath now fanned your jaw as you spat through clenched teeth:

“Move away or I'm screaming some crazy shit.”

“B-but I have to get home—”

“ “B-but” nothing.” His cock prodded at your hole through the damp material of your shorts, your thighs clamp from the rush of pleasure of the sudden stop of the train once more. His adam's apple bobs at your small gyrations, his hands clammy and shaking as his member twitches. His arms then wrap around your waist, his breath and moans hot against your moist neck and if it was silent enough, you could hear the sounds of wet friction between the materials.

“Gosh, fuck.” He grunted as his fingers moved up the cashmere of your sweater to twittle with your erect nipples. You felt the escatsy surge through your body as another round of sweat leaves your skin but the string of your abdomen only became more prominent.

“R’ you gonna cum with me?” He whined into your ear, his thrusts assisting the pressure of the pole against your swollen clit. You could only hum at his desperation, you slightly smiled knowing that you pushed him into a vulnerable headspace. The same male you eyed for hours on end, you might've missed your stop even a few hours ago but it'll circle around.

His hurried thrusts slightly shifted the lining of your shorts enough to wet the front of his sweatpants with your pure slick causing him to straight out moan. The endorphins rushed to his cock, causing his high to come too early for his liking as his seed seeped through the front of his sweats and down his thigh.

Your eyes were snapped shut once your orgasm rocked through your nerves, too immersed in the pleasure to even realize you heard multiple photos snap and the booming of a male's whistle.

“Gosh, that fucking thing is huge!”

Huh?

Your eyes light up, the atmosphere blurry to your vision and humid to your body; your sweatshirt clung onto you. You're met with eyes of middle aged males and females and a random baby. You were quick to fix yourself awkwardly with an honestly fine male staring at your thighs too long for your liking but Yangyang was ruled unlucky.

Your neck craned towards Yangyang but he only attempted to cover indecency with his palms but failing.

Red-faced and about to break but suddenly, a female close to her 40's with fuzzy brown hair jumped from behind him; one hand is full on groping his chest with her coarse hands, raising his shirt to have a peek at his tanned defined abs but another reaching past his waistband, jerking off his leaking cock once more.

He let out a vile cry as he shoved her away into another seat to tug his white undershirt down with a sad scrunch to his perky nose. She slurred some type of vulgar word before she got up and sauntered to another cart with her black oversized shawl dragging behind her drunken steps.

This doesn't stop the clicks and woo's of the bystanders. He collects his Polaroid and scattered films that dropped from the sudden assault of the woman's hands.

It seemed that the attention was off of you as you dashed off and the attention slightly died down towards the flushed pink haired boy a few meters behind you eventually. Your stop was only a minute away, signaled from the little digital banner blinked above you.

You could only lean against the cool metal of the subway until the doors opened, letting in the brisk night air against your face; the moon looked pretty at least. Hurrying towards the parking lot, you noticed the dishelved strands of hair of the boy from earlier.

He seemed unbothered but still bothered of what happened earlier as he sat on the bench only a platform away. His eyes gleam with a lost look and you're lost with him, everything felt spacey and nothing felt real.

But with the worry and shame leaving your soul finding him in a normal condition, you turn around and head for the parking lot; fishing for your keys once more..

You don't miss is the miniscule sound of a click you heard from a distance and a sigh from the lone male.

He finally got the pretty little picture he wanted.

part 2

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #yangyang smut #yangyang x reader #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv scenarios

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trippygalaxy · 9 months

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Hi there, is it okay to request a headcanon of legend,hyrule and twilight separately on how they find or found a baby and they have to raise the baby themselves?

OOOOOO!! How fun!!

EDIT: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!

Paring: Legend, Hyrule, Twilight w/ baby (separately) Warning: Death/blood in Hyrule's, mention of child abandonment, swearing,

Legend

Ravio was actually the one to find the baby! The small infant was wrapped in a tattered blanket on his doorstep, and being the resourceful merchant he is--

he panicked and ran to Legend's house

Legend was utterly confused and shocked at the sight of a frantic Ravio holding a sleeping baby. The veteran was quick to ask him how he got the kid and why on the goddesses green earth would he come to him?!

The two stood over Legend's bed, watching the sleeping baby before turning to eachother. They had no clue what to do.

For the first while, Legend are set on trying to find the kid's parents. He was angry at the thought of this kid being abandoned and wanted to give the idiots who dropped them off a piece of his mind.

But after no progress had been made, Legend kinda realizes that HE had to take care of the baby....

Legend nearly had a heart attack that day

How Legend Would Raise The Baby

The first step Legend has to take is BABY PROOFING HIS ENTIRE HOUSE!!

THIS MAN has all kinds of cursed relics and powerful magic items scattered across his house!! 'A totally hazard for the grabby hands of a infant child!' - Ravio

Most of the items are now in a basement/protective shed aka no where the baby would go without the supervision of Legend or Ravio

Struggles the most with calming the kid and putting them to sleep. No matter how much Legend rocks them or tries to sing to them, their big eyes stare up at him without a wink of tiredness

Eventually, from the lack of sleep and as an act of desperation, Legend turns into his bunny form and curls up against the kid. After tugging on his ears for a bit, the child eventually relaxes against the fluffy bunny, falling asleep.

Legend is relieved the kid is finally getting some rest and haunted at the thought of having to do this everytime they can't sleep.

The Veteran is very paranoid in general but now that he has a full ass baby he has to take care of? OOO ITS GONE THROUGH THE ROOF--

Only Him, Ravio and his Zelda (Fable) are allowed to look after the kid. If he has somewhere to be and NEITHER of them are available? Yeah no, fuck whatever plans he had, he is staying with this kid.

Also has a quiet fear of someone trying to take the kid to get to him

Ravio is very set on dressing up the kid, giving them cute little outfits-- which Legend doesn't fully mind but still doesn't see the point of such fancy onesie that they'll grow out of in a month--

OH MY GOD RAVIO MADE A ONESIE THAT MATCHED LEGEND--

okay...He's a little bit more on board

Overall, he's a very paranoid and anxious parent but will throw everything aside for this kid.

Hyrule

While wandering around the wastes of his Hyrule, the traveler heard the faint cries of a...baby?

Quickly, the boy made his way towards the sound, sword drawn and at the ready as he prepares himself to face a hoard of monsters to protect this kid.

But as he crests the dirt mount, he isn't met with the sight of ghoulish monsters or howling beasts. No, he is met with a much more somber sight, one that made his heart ache.

There infront of him were two lifeless figures, bloodied and torn, embracing eachother with thin arms, a small baby laid between them both.

The baby, stained with the blood of their parents, cries into the wind. Blood is caked around their small and chubby hands, weakly holding onto their mother's shawl as a wordless beg for comfort.

A beg that would go forever unanswered..

..Like hell it would!! Hyrule skid down to the two-- three figures, eyes blurry with tears that threatened to spill. Quiet coos came from the hero as hands slowly reaching to the wailing child.

Blood quickly stuck to the hero's tunic like glue and yet, he couldn't of cared less in that moment.

How Hyrule Would Raise The Baby

Hyrule is in WAY over his own head when it comes to raising a baby

But he'd be DAMNED if he gave this kid away. He found them, so they're his reasonability now!

Hyrule soon found an unexpected bonus his magical abilities! The sparkling lights and crackling energy were a great way to distract and calm the young child!

Speaking of magical abilities, Hyrule uses his healing spells a lot when it comes to keep his child safe and healthy! Baby has a small case of the sniffles? BOOM heals! Baby's temperature is higher than normal? BAM! healing peak to the forehead <3

Oh, the fairies absolutely love the little child!!! Hyrule can not stop the fluttering circles they do around him and his new child! Hyrule is about to gently scold the girls for overwhelming the baby but stops when he hears the giddy laughter.

They laugh, bouncing in Hyrule's arms as they reach out and garble at the dancing lights. That...That was the first time he has heard them laugh like that!!

The traveler didn't have a proper home/place or residence due to his wandering nature and heroic duties, but as soon as he takes in the kid he'll make it his mission to find a proper home for the two of them

Now, that is easier said than done-- and the two mostly stay in the few inns that are scattered across his Hyrule or any homes the two were invited in.

And it takes Hyrule a while to find somewhere the two could stay parentally, but never once did he ever give up. Even when doubts flooded his head and people offered to raise the child for him, he stood his ground.

One night, while the two sleep in their newfound home the hero comes to the realization that...One day he'll have to explain what happened to you and...your real parents...

He couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes and he most certainly couldn't help but pull the sleeping child a little closer to his chest.

The hero dreads that day. But until then, he'll give them the life their parents would of wanted..

Twilight

It had been a few years after the hero's adventure. Hyrule was now in s state of peace, which allowed the hero to return to his humble village and continue his once humble life.

Another peaceful day, another day as simple and normal like the ones before. A new and welcomed change of pace compared to those stressful ones from prior years. During the day, our hero of Twilight made his way down his list of daily chores.

One of these chores brought the hero out to Ordon spring (a spring with many complex memories and emotions tied to it) with his trusted steed, Epona!

As Twilight gently washed the young mare, he noticed how restless she got the longer the two stood within the spring. It was a rare sight to see Epona in such a antsy state, especially considering the early morning rides the two did since returning home.

But not even the gentle coaxing of her rider can calm her.

Growing more worried for his trusted companion, Twilight made a move to guide the two back out of the spring, intending to go home. But all the rancher got was a snort of air as the mare dug her hooves into the dirt.

"Epona, what is going on with you?" The rancher asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern. The mare stood strong, stubborn as ever as she...kept facing away from Twilight? Huffing, Twilight glances in that direction as well, expecting...anything other than what he saw.

There by the sides of the alcove stood-- or well laid the golden wolf, the same spirit that has helped him along his journey. A small sense of dread fell over the rancher's shoulders, worries of a new adventures prickled at his mind.

Before those thoughts can swirl, the wolf slowly uncurled from himself. His tail pulling back to reveal...a...a blanket?

Cautiously, Twilight approaches the spirit as he tried to get a better look at the blanket bundle. The sudden shift from the blanket causes the hero to pause, shoulders tensing as he expects something to pop out (and he swears he hears the slight puff of an exhale from his mentor, a wolfish mimic of a laugh) but the hero nearly falls to his knees when the small hand of a child pops out from the fabric.

A...A baby...Covered in a soft blanket with the golden wolf curled around them...Ohhhhh Boyy....

How Twilight Would Raise The Baby

Twilight is actually one of the more capable ones when it came to raising a baby!

Since he grew up in the small village of Ordon, he and a lot of the others in the village helped with raising and taking care of babies! So since he was a young boy he knew what sounds meant what and how to properly care for this baby.

Though he does get in his head quite a bit, questioning if he's the right person to raise a kid and if he's actually doing anything right, he can always count on his friends-- his family to give him a helping hand!

Ilia is around quite a bit! She knows how stressed Link can get when it came to juggling his daily tasks (he refused to let anyone take his work load, saying they've helped him far more than they should of) with raising a baby, so whenever she can she'll watch the small bundle of joy while Link catches up on his sleep.

Colin loves sitting with the young baby, excitingly but gently rocking the child as Link is busy wrangling those cheeky ordon goats

Ya know Wolfie? Yeah, that's the baby's new best friend! Whenever the rancher turns into his wolfish form (out of view of course), his young pup is quick to cling to his soft fur

The two will playfully 'wrestle' (both in twi's wolf form and human one), which is really just Twilight/Wolfie falling over while narrating his defeat as his kid climbs all over him while giggling.

Using his strength, Twi definitely picks up his pup and 'flies' them around their home! The home is filled with childish giggles as Twilight twirls around, lifting them high and 'diving' back down.

A certain golden wolf might watch from afar, peering through the candle lit windows with a softness unlike any other. Wolfie might be the baby's best friend, but a certain goldie will soon join the ranks as one of their bestest of friends <3

Taglist: @the-cucco-nuggie @miadancer24

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #not really #linked universe headcanons #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu twilight #linked universe legend #linked universe hyrule #linked universe twilight #tales out of orbit #trippy answers #anon ask

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awmancreeper · 3 months

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⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 14 - For You<3

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

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“Holy shit….”

Your eyes danced over the beautifully crafted dark Lolita-styled dress.

The black lace was elegant and soft, and the skirt was perfectly fluffed. The apron portion gave the sensual black dress a sense of purity and desire.

Your heart skipped a beat as if the dress had jumped straight out from the game. It was everything you could ever want…

“It was extremely close but I made it in time,” Soobin spoke with a relived tone “Now you can go to your event”

You peeked over him feelings your heart fall out of your ass “S-Soobin,”

He returned your gaze curiously “Please tell me you didn’t actually think I’d go in cosplay to today’s event…”

“Y-You’re not?…”

You look at Soobin’s exhausted expression, his bags were deeper than his cloudy voice, his shoulders sloughed knocking him down 3 inches in height and his fingers were covered in bandages.

“I.. really had no clue how it took to make clothes,” you said holding your hand to your mouth distraught “These conventions and events are more common now… I was gonna wait until you were completely finished to wear the cosplay”

Soobin’s legs gave out from under him as your words hit his ears making his head get lightheaded again. Now on his rear end, you joined him on the ground.

“You totally got the wrong idea because I wasn’t clear enough!…” the guilt began to rise as Soobin brought his long legs to his chest. “I-I just wanted you to come with me to this event, you know so we can see all the cosplayers together!”

Althought he spent all night making this dress he could help but to feel relieved. Hiding his head in his knees and sighed not in distress but in contempt“Oh thank goodness” Soobin spoke tiredly

You blinked at him utterly confused

“I was so anxious about not finishing in time I rushed some parts, now that there’s more time I can perfect it” Soobin leaned his head onto the wall behind him feeling the fear of disappointing you disappear

He was so enervated, but a soft smile rose upon his face. Your eyes darted between the stunning dress then back at the drained bunny-like man.

He did this all for you, even though Soobin was beyond busy with working, studying, and visiting his injured grandfather he still made time for you.

You focused on Soobin the best you could for your vision was becoming blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. The idea of him overexerting himself for you made you openly sob.

Soobin ears perked up at your little whines, he looked over at you seeing tears run down your soft cheeks. “Y/n!”

“I’m so sorry Soobin,”

You look down feeling an intense amount of shame. “You were busy dealing with your own problems and I pushed my stupid dreams on you”

You were wearing yourself thin just to help me when you were already dealing with so much

I really had no idea, I should’ve been more helpful”

You felt your warm tears fall onto your hand “Soobin I really am sorry, please forgive me!”

He watched as you continued to cry, now feeling bad since both you and Yeonjun offered to help yet he didn’t see the point in taking in. Now sitting in front of you exhausted and in pain, he regretted not telling you.

“I’m also sorry…”

You peeked up at him confused while you face was stained with salty tears. “I should’ve discussed this with you”

Soobin looked over at you as you tried to calm yourself down, almost feeling bad for thinking you looked so pretty with tears running down your delicate face.

“I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry “I’m such a terrible friend”

He shook his head and clutched his knees as your small whines made his heart jump

“No you’re not,… why don’t you try it on?” Soobin suggested gaining your attention “put it on so I can see if there’s any parts that I need to take in”

“We can do your makeup and put the wig on!” He said trying to make you feel better but you shook your head “But Soobin you’re exhausted”

“You want to become Shizuku right?” Soobin question graced your ears, you nodded rubbing the tears out of your eyes

“Then you should put it on,

I’m happy that it’s done, because as long as you’re happy with it; that’s all that matters to me

Are you happy with it?”

Your eyes sparked at him “Of course I’m happy”

You leaned forward embracing the larger man in your arms “I’m so happy… thank you soobin. Thank you so much” Soobin’s heart rate picked up as you began to softly cry against him

“I did it for you” his hand softly fell upon the small of your back in hopes of comforting you. Burying your head in the crook of his neck your small voice spoke “And I’ll wear the hell out of it, really soobin thank you”

Soobin smiled and patted your back unaware of what to do.

~~~~

You sat in front of him blowing your nose while Soobin gently brushed your hair back. He chuckled asking if you were okay you responded with “I’m fine now, thank you”

“You know I haven’t seen many girls that still look good crying” Soobin immediately turned red realizing what he just said. “Uh! I’m sorry I was-“

“I’ll take that as a compliment” you snickered

As time passed Soobin broke down the makeup for your cosplay. What colors to use and where to place them to achieve the best resemblance to the character.

“So ‘sick girl’ makeup?” You said trying to contribute to the conversation earning a nod from Soobin “Sort of, and we can use false eyelashes and angle them slightly downwards on the outer corner of your eye to give a ‘droopy eye’ effect” he added

You scratched the back of your neck embarrassed “Well you see i don’t have any falsies, I never was able to get the hang of them”

“Don’t worry I have some” Soobin suggested a little too fast for your brain to comprehend. He stood up and retrieved a tiny stack of fake eyelashes.

Your cheeks heated up as he showed you the different styles he had. “We should use a winged lash” he said to you but there was only one thing going through your mind… well two

“Are these your girlfriend’s?” and how would soobin look with lashes on

Soobin’s cheeks immediately heated up as he rushed to shut down the idea “No! Some traditional dolls have eyelashes nowadays! I just wanted to try them out!”

You nodded feeling Soobin pass you his phone, it was a picture of a beautiful traditional doll with small wispy lashes. “Oh, how cute~”

Soobin hummed in agreement “I can’t tell myself, but apparently people like my grandpa can tell which creator painted their faces” You looked at the picture longer “That’s so cool!”

He also watched the picture feeling himself nearly erupt with passion “I hope….

I’ll be able to make one of kind dolls like that someday too…” your eyes drifted over to Soobin as he softly smiled at the image

“You will”

Soobin looked over at you feeling flustered by those two little words. This man in your eyes could do great things and you had no doubt in your mind that Soobin could do anything he’d want to and succeed.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you Binnie”

His heart fluttered at the new nickname while a gentle smile spread across his face revealing his dimples “Thank you very much”

A new feeling erupted in your chest staring at the man in front of you. Has his smile always made your heart dance to the sound of his heartbeat?

You impulsively poked his dimple with your finger completely throwing him off “W-what was that for?!”

“Your smile… i like it”

His eyes froze on yours. “M-My smile”

You just watched him as he tried to ground himself but all it led to was more stuttering, now resting your chin on your hand you waited for Soobin to finish making a fool of himself.

“I…. We… Eyebrows! How are we gonna do your eyebrows?” Soobin spoke trying to change the subject completely and it worked as you tend to get distracted pretty easily “Right!”

“Shizuku has really thin eyebrows so what should we do-“

Soobin’s jaw dropped as you held a razor but your forehead no longer held any eyebrows

Taglist: @suzirumas @txtbrainrot @skzeyeu @wonderstrucktae @page-odette @iraa567 @amareoverall @mwahvvis @owotalks @captivq @ryunjin0 @phtogravi CLOSED (ask or comment to be added)

#tomorrow x together #kpop #txt fluff #kpop smau #txt smau #fem reader #soobin #anime inspired #choi soobin #soobin x reader

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strangefellows · 1 month

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[MAJOR CANTO 6 PART 3 SPOILERS UNDER CUT DO NOT CLICK IF YOU HAVE NOT GOTTEN PAST 6-43]

I'm sorry I'm running on not much sleep I was up til 3:30am and i still haven't beat the final boss but I needed to post this because I feel like I've been validated and i'm still screaming about it

So you know my theory? My controversial ass Limbus theory? The one about Dante? (if you look at the tags of this post you'll know lmao) WELL BOY DID THIS FUCKING CHAPTER DO ME A SOLID.

SO REMEMBER THE FUCKING PART OF THE FUCKING CHAPTER WHERE DANTE GETS A NEW POWER

First of all, the fact that they go "hey wait, can't I also slow down or speed up time too" when I've been yelling about how similar their powers are to the TT Protocol in Lobcorp as part of my Evidence is. A lot to cope with.

And then they activate it. And then it shows this fucking screen.

and i was like hold on was that--

and then it goes into the fight and we get the HEY, DANTE HAS A NEW ABILITY NOW, and I'm going fucking feral so I click on the tab to look, because obviously I'm going to, and what do I FUCKING SEE

THIS.

Now, in case it's too blurry to read -- and I'm still unsure of what the top bit says (aside from da'at, I CAN SURE SEE THAT) -- but I CAN SURE FUCKING AS HELL READ THE NAME HOKMA

EDIT I FINALLY CRACKED AND GOOGLED THE WORDS THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF BEATING MY HEAD ON A TRANSLATOR AND OH MY GOD

a clearer image:

roughly 'eitz ha da'at tov vernah' -- so i googled that and it's a bit misspelled a transliteration BUT!!!!

HAHA HOLY SHIT LOOKS AT ADAM AND WHITENIGHT AND EVERY SINGLE PARALLEL WE GOT IN LOBCORP TO EXACTLY THAT MAN. MAN.

and two things to point out here: one....the logo?

LITERALLY EXACTLY the lor hokma symbol

and two? the way the branches branch out to and around the symbol? let me give you a little illustration

or rather...

yep. YEP. YEP YEP YEP.

so i'm putting my FUCKING MONEY on all of dante's future skills forming a sephirot tree and representing all of the sephirah with their symbols and everything

and also, like. circling back to my theory.

UM, OKAY, SO DANTE IS GETTING POWERS BASED ON THE SEPHIRAH NOW? OKAY I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S SOLID ASS EVIDENCE OF THEM BEING AYIN.

brb going insane. i mean it's not conclusive, i won't be arrogant and say i'm 100% confirmed right yet, i won't do that until we have like actual onscreen Proof like a flashback or something like that, but this is pretty heavily leaning towards my theory....

we'll just have to see i guess~!

#projmoonblogging #canto 6 spoilers #dante lcb #dante limbus company #ayin lobcorp #ayin lobotomy corporation #DO NOT CLICK IF YOU ARE NOT PAST 6-43 #i'm still going feral #i know this theory is controversial but i'm going to die on this hill until the last moment

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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fever dream (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i got my ass handed to me by my covid booster and decided to lean fully into my self-indulgence. for the first thing back for same mistakes-verse, i did not expect it to be this. oopsies.

summary: Rebel gets sick with pneumonia and winds up in the hospital. Rooster grapples with how much his girlfriend truly means to him.

part of same mistakes-verse | same mistakes-verse timeline

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals/emergency rooms, fevers, brief fever-induced nightmares, medical inaccuracies, nausea/vomiting, pneumonia, which i had as a kid and it was hell on earth, you generally should be cautious around someone who has pneumonia because it’s contagious but i am ignoring that, swearing, past trauma related to hospitals, cancer mentions, canon death of a parent, all i have to say for myself is sorry Brad Brad, i don’t love the ending

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Everything was too loud. Too loud, too bright. Too warm, too cold, too painful.

You couldn’t breathe, watching them. Watching from above, nothing but the force of an invisible hand pushing you back, watching in painstaking slow-motion as Hangman missed the shot, too slow-

All you could hear was ringing in your ears as the plane exploded into fiery pieces. No chute. No no no no no-

Nothing left.

You gasped, clutching at your chest. Your skin was buzzing with heat and everything ached. The pain of opening your eyes was enough to send a wave of nausea crashing over you, and you barely rolled to lean over your bed in time before everything in your stomach came crashing out of you with an intensity you’d never felt before.

Hot tears burned your cheeks as you choked, squeezing your eyes shut, as you continued to heave over the side of your bed.

Where’s Dad?

Your shoulders heaved with sobs, the pain being too much to bear as you waited to hear his footsteps, always on alert whenever you were sick.

Nothing.

Where was he?

Vision blurry, you pulled yourself from the tangle of sheets, struggling to avoid the pool of puke on your hardwood floor as you stumble into the hallway, weakly calling out for your Dad. Another wave of nausea rolls over you and you lean against his door, willing the pain to pass. When the nausea subsides a little, you blink your eyes open with as much energy as you can muster, every moment painful. You push your Dad’s door open, expecting — hoping — to collapse into his arms, waiting for him to make everything okay again, hold you close just like he did every time you were sick when you were little-

There’s no one there.

Your brain reels, struggling to figure out where he is as your breathing becomes shallower with each breath.

No- couldn’t be. Right?

Tears begin to fall down your cheeks again as you stumble towards the living room, chest heaving.

He couldn’t really be-?

You watched his plane go down. Hangman wasn’t fast enough.

He was gone.

They were gone.

You choke, tripping on the edge of the recliner and you blindly reach out for the couch as you sob, every inch of your body hurting. Your shoulders heave with tears as your body threatens to vomit again.

everythinghurttseverythinghurtseverythinghurts

Gapsing, you reach over to the coffee table, reaching for what you’re praying is your phone, hoping to call the one person you can think of in this moment as your head spins with pain.

(Distantly, you’re aware of the fact that you’d fallen asleep on the couch. Distantly, you know you have no idea how you had wound up in your bed.)

The phone rings out clear in the quiet night, pulling him from comfortable sleep. He groans as his boyfriend’s arm wrap around him tighter at the disturbance, also being pulled from sleep. He reaches out blindly for the offending object, expecting to see a spam caller and hear a subsequent sleepy lecture from his boyfriend about forgetting to turn off his ringer again.

He blinks once and then twice, the bright light wavering in front of him as he tries to process if he’s truly seeing what he’s seeing.

Mini Mitchell

He swipes the answer button, putting the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” He groans through a yawn as Javy tucks his chin into neck as he flips onto his stomach.

“J-jake?”

The pure pain rippling through her voice causes any remaining sleep to shake from him as something cold slips down his spine. “Hey- hey, what’s going on?”

He hears a sob from down the line and he sits up, nudging his boyfriend off of him. Javy looks up at him curiously, still unaware of what’s happening.

“J-jake, ‘m so sorry, so sorry, don’t feel good, can’t-”

He stands up as she struggles to speak, taking quick strides to his dresser and throwing a shirt at his boyfriend, pulling one on himself. Javy looks at the object in confusion and Jake grimaces, snapping at him to put it on.

“Hey, I don’t know what’s going on. Talk to me.” He says gently into the phone as she breaks down into sobs once more.

“Hurts so bad Jake, hurts- can’t- I tried- and he’s not here-”

“Who’s not there?” He asks, pulling shoes on, not bothering to put socks on. Javy’s pulling the shirt over his head as he turns around. His boyfriend eyes him with equal parts concern and confusion and Jake can’t say he blames him.

“Something’s wrong with Rebel.” He mouths and that’s what gets Javy going as Jake shoulders the bedroom door open, slipping into the hallway of his apartment in search of his car keys.

“Dad. Not here, and I threw up everywhere, and I don’t know what do-” She lets out another sob and he feels his heart wrenching in pain for his friend. “’M sorry, it just hurts, and I can’t- can’t breathe. I don’t feel so good.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna be there soon, with Javy. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

“With Javy?”

Her voice is so small, so much smaller than the loud girl he’s come to call a friend, and damn if that doesn’t shatter his heart.

“Yeah, with Javy, I promise. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Promise.”

Fifteen minutes is more like ten as he pulls into the Mitchell driveway, Coyote tossing him his keys. He thumbs through them, finding the house key Rebel had given him just days after the Daggers had become an official team. He remembers the bubble of jealousy that had risen up in his chest, at the obvious sign of friendship, of trust, of maybe something more-

He shook the thought from his head as he inserted the key into the lock, pushing the door open. He turns the corner into the living room and his heart sinks as he sees her passed out on the floor. He crouches down, reaching out to her neck to check for a pulse when he feels how hot she is. The heat that’s radiating off her skin and he swallows.

She groans at the touch, leaning into it. She blinks her eyes open and he nervously smiles down at her. “Hey, what’re you doing on the floor?”

“’S cool.”

“Yeah, I bet. Can you sit up?” She nods and slowly pushes herself off the floor. Javy slips out of the room, heading for the bathroom, based on the lights he’s flipping on.

“Why’re you here?” She mumbles.

“Because you called me.”

She frowns. “Don’t remember doing that.” He glances up at Javy, who’s returned with a thermometer and some medicine, as she leans her head back against the couch.

“No?”

Her lips trembles as she looks between the two boys. “Did I? ‘M so sorry, didn’t- didn’t mean to- didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Can I take your temperature?” She nods and he takes the thermometer from Javy, pushing back some of her hair to slip it into her ear.

He didn’t even know they made thermometers that went into your ear, but he recalls how Maverick has explain to him that according to Penny, it was better, and therefore they needed it-

He holds it there as he looks at Javy. “There’s puke in her bedroom. All over the floor.” He whispers and Jake nods, remembering her mentioning that from her phone call. It beeps and he pulls it away from her, wincing. She reaches out to grab his arm to hold on to as he shows the thermometer to his boyfriend.

104.4

“Do we call 911?” Javy whispers, crouching down next to her.

“Emergency room off Madison might just be faster.” He turns back to the girl, who’s looking at the two of them. “Alright, you’ve got a pretty nasty fever. You up for a drive?”

“My other option isn’t gonna be fun, is it?”

“Well, either I can take you or we can go in an ambulance but you’re going either way.”

“Emergency room on Madison is seven minutes away, I’d just go now.” Javy announces, looking up from his phone. Jake nods.

“K, I’ll stay here, clean the puke up. You take my keys-”

“You’re not coming?” He looks back to her.

“Do- do you want me to?”

She nods, her grip on him become tighter.

“Jake, just go. I’ll call Maverick and Bradshaw and then clean up the puke. Meet you down there.” He swallows, feeling more than marginally out of his depth.

He’d come to really like Rebel but this was so far from the normal bounds of their friendship, so unusual for them, especially because most days the girl couldn’t stand him-

He sighs, turning back to the girl. “Okay, let’s get you out to my car.”

He reaches the emergency room doors just as Coyote does and he sighs at the sight of her best friend, feeling some sort of comfort in knowing he was here with him. He had no idea if Mav was here and the thought that she had called Hangman of all people unsettled him a little bit. He thinks back to the phone call he’d received just 22 minutes ago from Coyote as they walk through the doors, knowing everything might be about to change.

He’s not even really trying as his hand reaches out for the phone that’s buzzing incessantly. It stops and his hand falls limp over the side of the bed as he sighs, turning his head to go back to sleep. It starts buzzing again, shaking the wood of his nightstand and he groans, lifting his head up this time to find the phone. He picks it up, not bothering to look at the caller as he answers. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he bites his lip fighting a yawn.

“‘ello?”

“Rooster, sorry to wake you but somethings wrong with Rebel.”

He sits a little straighter at those words.

“Coyote? What’s going on?”

“Dunno, she called Jake bout a half an hour ago. Came over here to check on her and she was passed out on the floor with a fever of 104. Jake’s taking her to the emergency room off Madison. Faster than calling 911.”

“Fuck, okay. Why aren’t you with her?”

“There’s puke all over her bedroom floor and she wouldn’t let Jake go. She’s pretty out of it Bradshaw, I’m really concerned.”

“Okay- does Mav know?”

“Just got off the phone with him. He’s headed over from Penny’s. ‘M gonna head over once I get the puke off her floor.”

“Jesus okay- I’ll head over now.”

Jake’s waiting for them as they enter the waiting room and he waves them over.

“You left her alone?” Coyote asks sharply and Jake winces, shaking his head.

“Pops got here a few minutes ago; came down to wait for you two.” He says, striding down the hallway that connects the emergency room to the hospital and pausing in front of an elevator, pressing the up button.

He swallows, trying not to think about the elevator rides he used to take in this place that felt all too familiar-

“Do we know what’s wrong?”

The elevator doors open and they follow Jake inside at he presses 4. He eyes the 7 button.

This wasn’t the same hospital-

“Not sure, heard something about pneumonia but they have to test for that and right now they’re just trying to bring her fever down.”

“How’s she holding up?”

His voice is rougher than he’d like it to be and Hangman glances at him.

“She’s okay. They got her situated in a room and she fell asleep pretty quickly after that.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open again. Hangman steps out and he follows, trying to keep his breathing even as his mind reels.

This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t about to-

No, she’d be fine. She had to be.

Hangman turns a corner and nudges a door open, knocking as he does. Mav doesn’t move, arms placed on his knees as he watches his daughter carefully.

She’s laying there, shivering, connected to so many tubes and wires and God there’s that fateful beeping of a machine-

He feels the breath knock from his lungs, fighting his urge to turn away, to run, hide under his covers, pretend this isn’t happening.

He steels himself, turning back around to take the seat next to Mav. Mav wordlessly reaches out to place a hand on his knee, squeezing.

For a moment, he gets taken back years to the last time Mav offered that gesture of comfort, in a room all too much like this one.

He sighs, leaning forward to match Mav’s stance, taking one of her hands within his own. Rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles, he continued to watch, knowing there was nothing more they could do for her than wait.

And that killed him.

He sighs, letting the bathroom door bang shut behind him. He walks towards the mirror, flicking the water on as he stares at his reflection. He looks exhausted, mirroring how he feels inside. His hair is sticking up in a few places from where he’s been running his hands through it, his eyes rimmed with red from unshed tears as he wills himself to hold it together.

His girlfriend needed him right now.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there with her, watching her, waiting for something but as the night rolled into early morning, Maverick had stepped out to call Cyclone. Under the careful watch of Coyote and Hangman, he’d taken the opportunity to take a moment for himself, to keep his mind from going back to his Mom.

Leaning down and splashing his face with the running water, he tried to take a deep breath, keeping his brain from going wild with the thought that his girlfriend might be rejoining his parents.

She’d be okay. She had to be, because he wasn’t ready to lose her.

He swallowed as he turned the water off, trying not to think about that last night, when she’d fallen asleep on his side, the way she hadn’t let him go, even as his Mom did.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he spots Mav on the phone at the end of the hallway. He walks closer, briefly hearing the tail end of the conversation with Cyclone. The older man sighs, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“I’m not leaving her.”

He didn’t know what happened now. Did he go to work, continue on with his day like his girlfriend wasn’t laying in a hospital room fighting off pneumonia?

He didn’t think he could.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, as Maverick sighs.

“I know.”

They stand there for a moment, looking at one another. He almost feels like he could place himself in this exact moment, years ago-

There’s movement at the end of the hallway that catches his attention, doctors running to his girlfriend’s room as Coyote and Hangman stumble out of it.

He’s moving before he even recognizes that he is, nearly colliding with Coyote as he turns to look at him, eyes wide.

“W-what happened?” Coyote shakes head, struggling to form words.

“I don’t- She- She was awake for a minute, and she- I don’t even think she knew who I was. Next thing I know she’s- she’s freaking out, her heart rate is skyrocketing. Heard something about her fever spiking again.”

His heart is thudding in his chest at the news. He stumbles to a nearby chair, all but collapsing as his brain reels.

He can’t- He can’t do this. Not again.

He doesn’t move, memories playing on repeat.

The way his Mom had denied how bad the sickness had been.

The way she had tried to keep the worst of it from him.

The way she had squeezed his hand, and told him to look after his girlfriend.

The way she had told him she loved one last time before she left to be with his Dad.

When his Dad died, he’d been young. Too young, maybe, to truly understand it.

He’d been all too aware of what his Mom’s diagnosis meant. All too aware of what losing her meant.

He hadn’t been ready to let her go, and no matter how aware of his mortality, painfully aware of his job and that of his girlfriend’s, he was certain he’d never be ready to let her go.

“Bradshaw.”

He doesn’t look up, knowing all too well whose voice it belonged to.

He hears the sound of shoes against the tile and she couches down, trying to make eye contact with him. He refuses, keeping his eyes focused on the ground. She sighs, reaching out to set a hand on his knee.

“You should come down to the cafeteria. Come eat something.” He shakes his head, already knowing he’s not leaving her. “You’re one stubborn motherfucker Bradshaw.”

He finally looks up to meet the eyes of his long-time best friend, who is radiating with love and concern.

“My mom-”

“I know.” She moves her hand from his knee to unclasp his hands, squeezing one of them. “But she’s gonna be okay. I promise. The last I heard her fever broke.”

He wants to say that the information lets the tension release from his shoulders, but he knows that won’t happen until he sees her. Until he holds her in his own arms, in his bed, safe, far away from this hospital.

She sighs again. “Thirty minutes.”

“I’m not leaving her. I can’t. I won’t- I won’t lose her without getting to say goodbye.”

He watches at the words take the breath clean out from Phoenix’s lungs as her grip on his hands tighten. “You won’t. She’s not going anywhere. Your girlfriend is one hell of a fighter. She’s going to be okay, and I promised that, and I wouldn’t promise you that if I didn’t know she’d pull through.”

Her words have a firm edge to them, but the care is there underneath them all the same. Care for him, for his girlfriend, for this little family they’ve created.

Nodding, he goes to agree, to let her take him down to the cafeteria, where he’s sure he won’t eat much of anything but-

The door to her room opens, Mav poking his head out. “She’s awake and asking for you.”

Phoenix lets him go, patting his knee. “We’ll talk later.”

He stands up, his joints protesting after the lack of movement for hours. Slipping inside the door, Maverick leaves, mumbling something about letting them be alone. He waits until he hears the door click behind him before he turns to his girlfriend. He sticks his hands in his pockets, suddenly unable to bring himself any closer. He takes a deep breath, searching for his nerve again.

She’s okay.

Finding the seat closest to her, he takes her hand, looking up to her tired face, graced with a smile despite it all. Squeezing her hand, he clears his throat of the tears that are threatening to surface.

“Hi honey.”

You yawn, pushing the kitchen door open. You spot your boyfriend at the stove, cooking more soup (which makes you want to groan; you’re sick of it, no pun intended) and you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You feel his figure relax as he leans into the touch, reaching to turn the stove off.

“Hi honey. Have a good nap?” You nod, suppressing another yawn into his side. You feel him chuckle as his body vibrates.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Penny and Amelia convinced him to go over there for dinner tonight. Mostly just to get him out of the house, I think.”

“Good, he’s been hovering. It’s stressing me out.”

Bradley sighs, finally turning to face you. “You did wind up in the hospital. I think he’s allowed to hover.” You wave your hand as you move towards the fridge to grab a Sprite.

“Small details.”

“That’s not funny.”

You shut the fridge door behind you, sighing. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. You good to be by yourself this week? Mav and I can take off more work, be here with you-”

You shake your head, moving back to stand in front of him as you pop the can open. “No, April is gonna come babysit me until I’m 100%.”

“April from high school?”

You nod. “Yeah, she’s dying to get caught up on what I’ve been doing. She’s thrilled.”

He smiles at you, reaching a hand out to cup your face. “I’m gonna miss having you at work.”

You nod. “Yeah, I know. But hopefully another week and I’ll be good as new. Tell Hangman and Coyote I said hi, will you? I think I owe them a fruit basket and my first-born.” He doesn’t respond, just continues to look at you as he thumb rubs up and down your cheekbone. “Everything okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I just- I love you.”

“I love you too.” You take a deep breath, taking another step closer to him. “Honey, are you okay? You haven’t seemed like yourself since we got back from the hospital.”

He shrugs, sliding out from his place leaned up against the counter and heads towards the living room. Setting the drink on the counter, you follow him, tucking yourself into his side as he sits down on the couch.

“I’m fine. Not the one who spent three days there fighting off pneumonia.”

You sigh, looking up at him. “It’s okay, if that was hard for you too.”

He swallows, returning your gaze. “Just... thought a lot about Mom. What it was like, that much time in the hospital, those final days.”

Your heart sinks as you look at him. “Bradley, honey-”

“I’m just- I’m not- I’m not prepared to lose you.”

You shift, moving to straddle him as you take his face in your hands. His hands reach out to keep you steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “You won’t have to.”

“You can’t promise that.”

You sigh, bowing your head in acknowledgement. “You’re right, I can’t. But I know I’ll always do whatever it takes to come home to you. I promise you.”

He nods, tucking his head into your shoulder as he holds you close.

Maybe the words would end up meaning very little, tossed out with the dangerous nature of your jobs, but right now they meant everything.

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