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magicpumpkin3 · 3 years

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Hello! I see that requests are open. So can I request a scenario with Ace bringing his s/o with him to his home on summer break. But he totally forgot to tell his family about her(fem reader or gender neutral if you want). So imagine the shock in their faces. The rest is up to you. Love your writing btw 💖

Note: I apologize it took so long. I'm bad at describing Ace's character and I know so little about his family. So I gave all of his family members appearance from my imagination. Hope It's okay!

Note№2: Sorry if it's bad, I tried my best. And thank yous for the compliment!

Ace x fem!reader

"Are you sure, you didn't forget anything?" Looking at Ace suspiciously, you hand him one of your bags. "I did not forget anything! How many times do I need to tell you this?" You look at him with one eyebrow raised. "Why are you looking at me like that?!" You sigh, turning away from him to shake your head.

Currently you and your boyfriend were waiting for your turn to face the mirror teleporter. It's been a long time since you were out of school. Last time was probably on one of your dates. Sighing to yourself, you can't help but feel worry. There's something you both forgot to do you most likely forgot to tell Ace what he forgot to do.

"Hey, I know you're worried about meeting my family but it's going to be fine, they'll love you." Ace say's with a small nudge on your shoulder. He continues with a wide grin "You'll bond and become really close to them. They'll probably even try to invite you to most family dinners. There's nothing to be worried about! We'll be fine!" Chuckling to yourself, you look at him with a small smile on your face "Whenever you say that, there is something to worry about." Ace looks at you, like you have just offended his whole family tree "HEY!"

Laughing at one another like that, you don't notice how time seems to pass by. It was your turn already to teleport when you were ready to hit Ace with one of your bags he dared to say that you don't actually help with overbolts. You reach out your hand to Ace. Grinning like an idiot, he takes your hand in his. Into the unknown you go, as they say it.

Time skip brought to you by me not knowing enough about Ace's family-

And here you were standing in front of a door. It's an absolutely regular door of a regular house but to you it looked like gates of hell themselves. Nervously smiling you look at Ace. "Are you sure they're going to like me?" He gave out an annoyed whine. "Yes, they will like! Now for the Great Seven, can we please come inside already? Or are you still scared?" Last part of his speech followed by a smug grin. Pouting, you turn away from him and ring the doorbell.

A few seconds of silence were followed by a some shouting on the inside and a few loud bangs. Gulping, you look at Ace, who looked at you back. Right at that moment,the door swings open. "Who the fu-! Oh...eh...hello." Standing before you was Ace's brother? There's no other explanation to their similarity. The only difference is a hair style and lack of a heart under his eye. "Who's there?!" Females voice rang trough the hall. "It's Ace and his... Friend!" The taller version of your boyfriend replied. This was getting awkward really fast.

"Actually that's my girlfriend!" Ace announces proudly, pulling your l by your waist closer to him. The face of his brother was priceless. Eyes wide, mouth agape, he was looking at you and back at him. Then he let out a whizz. "Yeah and I'm the Queen of hearts! Okay that's a good joke but oh my-" he starts to laugh uncomfortably. "Quit it dumbass, I'm dead serious! She is my girlfriend. I told you about her!" Tightening his grip on you, Ace continues arguing with his brother, which causes older Trappola to hold on too a doorframe and laugh even harder.

"Oi! What are you all barking about here?" Before you appeared a woman, probably Ace's mother, Mrs Trappola. She looks like she could take out a wild bear in a fight. A bit plumped, with short curly brown hair, chocolate like eyes, wooden spoon in her hand, she stands in front of you with her hands crossed over her chest. "Can you believe it? Our baby boy Ace trys to tell me this girl is his girlfriend!" While oldest of Trappola brothers continues to laugh his brains out, woman turns her head your direction and gazes at you with a look that could surely incinerate you, if she wanted. "Is that truth young lady?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. You nod with your head aggressively, holding onto Ace's arm. This woman is so intimidating and you just met her!

Bright smile appears on her face. "Welcome to the Trappola family my dear!" And your enveloped in a warm hug. Blinking a few times you hug Mrs Trappola back. Ace's brother immediately stoped laughing. "Wait, you weren't joking?! Holy Seven- Dad!!!" A loud thud is heard from the inside of a house. Next thing you know, there's a man standing before you in a fighting pose, like there's some kind of a danger. Looking around confused, Mr Trappola straights up, fixing his clothes a bit, he pretends like nothing happened. "What's all this yelling about?" Mr. Trappola is a tall, linky man, with a short bright red hair, crimson eyes and a big mustache. He looks like he haven't slept in a while.

"Our son brought a girl home!" Finally letting go of you, Mrs Trappola turns to her husband with a bright smile and sparkles in her eyes. Immediately father of the family throws his hands up in air and yells a loud 'YOOHOO'. They high five each other. Ace's older brother starts laughing again. "Everyone stop!!!" Your boyfriend, as red as Riddle's hair, trys to stop this mockery by pushing his parents apart. "Why? Our son finally has a significant other that he thinks is worthy to be shown to us!" Before Ace could object that statement, he was sucked into a big family hug.

"Don't just stand there! You're in for a hug too!" Mrs Trappola says, while her husband stretches his arm out, welcoming you in. And you're in for another hug, sandwiched between Trappola brothers. After what gelt like eternity, you were finally free. "Oh! Now, why are you standing outside like some homeless cats? Let's go inside!" With that, you and Ace's brother follow Mrs Trappola inside, while her husband and and your boyfriend are getting your bags.

Time skip brought you by my lack of knowledge about Ace's character-

"…And that's Ace on his first day of school! Isn't he adorable?" Mrs Trappola is showing yet another picture of little Ace. Little boy was standing with a giant backpack on his back and banquet of flowers in his hands, tired but still bright smile shinning on his face. "He is! I can't believe he was so cute, whom am I kidding he still is!" You and your boyfriend's mother are getting along very well. Sitting on their couch, you look at Trappola's family album. "MUM!!! Stop!" Ace is hopeless trys to steel album from his mother. "Young man, as your mother, it is my duty to show whole you, past and present, to your significant other and embarrass the living hell out of you. So, no." Pushing Ace away, with her free hand, she continues. "And this is him with his new classmates!"

Trappola family are such a nice people. They took you in, like you were and old friend of theirs. Even though they were mocking each other, you could see with how much love they did it. Ace's older brother, telling you about Ace's 1 girlfriend and how he cried when she broke up with him. Mrs Trappola telling you some really embarrassing stories about both brothers. Mr Trappola sharing some inside family jokes. You had dinner with them. Ace's mother's cooking skills are beyond limits. Fried chicken tastes so good, especially with the 'family-secret' sauce and salad. And don't get me started on the pies she made, my lord-

At the end, you and Ace got to his old room to sleep. Particularly facepalming onto his bed, your boyfriend let's out a loud groan. "Tired?" You sit near him on his bed. Nodding , Ace turns on his back to look at you. "You know, I finally realized what you forgot to do." Quirking and eyebrow he sits up a bit. "And what is it, that great me forgot to do?" A small smug smile appears on his face.

"You forgot to tell your family, you have a girlfriend."

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xavadak3davrax · 3 years

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First Time I Saw You / Fred Weasley

Pairing: Prince Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: None i think? But please let me know if it should have some, this is my first ever post on tumblr and so i’m new to this. This is not 18+, it’s just fluff, but if i ever write some more of this it might.

Summury: For anyone who’s lost this is gonna be Prince!Fred. I’ve had this idea laying around for a while and i started reading more of Fred and George last year and ever since i’m hooked. This is just really for fun and if no one sees this, oh well :)

Taglist: @manuosorioh @itsbebeyyy

PART 2 PART 3.

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When Fred was born everything was handed to him. Being born into royalty means being born into wealth and gold. His childhood was filled with the most amazing memories, someone could ever dream of.

When Fred was older his father started to plant ideas in his head of what he should become so he could be a good, considerate ruler. It wasn’t difficult Fred was made to rule. With his spiky red hair, tall figure and lanky body combined with a strong very dominant but also kind personality Fred was everything his subjects wished for in a king.

Unfortunately for him with the idea of soon becoming king came the responsibility of marriage. Finding someone fit who could rule beside him. His father had always taught him, from a very young age that a king without a queen was weak and no fit ruler. Fred’s mother was the most amazing person he ever met, she was the one who taught him to be kind and selfless. She was the one who showed him how to be closer to their subjects and listen to them.

But Fred found himself not wanting someone beside him. Fred was never one to follow the rules. So of course, he’s had his fare share of bed sharing. He was no stranger to sex, he loved the idea of no attachments, specially when you belonged to the royal family. That is why the idea of being attached to someone forever scared him the most. No less someone who would also be royalty.

The morning everything changed for him, the day was bright, the sun was high in the sky and there were no clouds on the horizon. It was a rare sight to see, that being everything was always cloudy and rainy. It was very rare they got any good days.

Like always he got up from his bed, naked and very sleepy he stared around for a few seconds trying to adjust to the brightness. Lazily he then moved throughout his chambers until he could find something that could cover his body. When he finally found his boxers and a white large buttoned-down shirt he finally moved to his private bathroom where he tried to make himself look half presentable. Today was an important day to him, he could go down to town and lounge and hang around for a bit since today was one of the only days this week where he didn’t have responsibilities as Prince Fred. Today he would just be Fred. Not born into royalty.

So, he got dressed, and decided to not stop by for breakfast with his family because his dad would most likely advise him not to go to town and would not allow him if he knew he would go by himself. So he sneak out of the castle through the passages he knew so well and made his away to the market in town where he would eat something.

This was something he did since he was very young so people there knew him for his genuine self, Fred, and Fred only. Not The Fred Weasley.

Humming to himself some song he had heard the night before at dinner he made his way through the market waving lazily ate everyone who cared to say something. If his father was there that probably wouldn’t be the casa and everyone would hurry to bow at his arrival, but Fred Weasley was different and had no intention of being made superior. He just wanted to be normal when he was there.

Starting to think of a million other stuff that clearly weren’t related to royalty he didn’t even notice where he was going until something hit against something soft and followed by a not so soft bang and a soft honeyed voice saying “ow”.

Fred immediately stopped in his tracks and his eye line followed the sound that he just heard. His eyes met a young girl, who’s dress was clearly very old and was probably a hand me down from someone in her family. Her hair was now a little messy from her hand rambling through it, probably in pain and she had her eyes slightly closed. “I am so very sorry miss.” Fred said almost quietly not wanting to attract any more attention to the situation happening around him.

“It’s ok, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her voice came out in almost a whisper, Fred was sure he was the only one o listened to it. She finally opened her eyes a littler better and looked up to finally face the men who she had bumped to. If it weren’t for the little pain she had from hitting the ground she would be up and bowing in a second. After all the Prince himself was in front of her. “Your Highness… I-“ She stammered a little bit not being able to find the word. She breath in and then out trying to compose herself and finally gave herself a chance at trying to get up.

In a second Fred had his hands stretched out for her, and although it took her a few seconds to grab onto them she eventually did and was soon on her feet again.

“I’m really sorry for what just happened. I clearly didn’t’ see where I was going, I should’ve… but I had…” She stopped mid-sentence when she figured she was just rambling at this point.

“No apologies please, it was my fault I was lost in thought and should’ve paid attention to where I was going. I’m sorry miss…” He was looking straight into her eyes and she felt her knees buckle a little to the simple, but also not so simple fact that she was face to face with the Prince. Soon to be king but she didn’t want to give it much thought or she was sure she would end up on the ground again.

“y/n, your highness” She said in what she would expect not be a small voice. She wanted to keep her true self intact. A strong independent women who although had been born into poverty, was extremely hardworking and was proud of her family for always trying to do what was better. She had started working from a very young age and had accomplished so much (or had much had you could in her place).

“None sense y/n, no your highness. Fred will do just fine” He tried to give her a smile. Not that he didn’t want to, but he was also somehow scared of how to act. He never really found himself in a situation like this. He was always very outgoing and social so this was a first for him. “As an apology please let me help you” He further instructed, his eyes meting the basked that was now one ground, almost everything inside of it was now sprawled on the ground.

“I couldn’t let you. Thank you for the gesture but I should go on my way now” She said, even though the very much knew that she still had to pick everything from the ground. “Your highness should go on your way now, Your day is probably very busy” She tried once again, and as politely as she could, to dismiss him. She didn’t want to sound disrespectful, but he made her nervous. Not only from the fact that he was royalty but also because he was extremely attractive. Could she ever pretend that every girl of her age and not only that was clearly head over heals attracted to him? She was trying right now.

Before he even tried again, Fred was on his knees before her picking everything that had spilled from the basket “Was this for sale?” He asked while picking the objects up and looking for a moment when he saw her kneel beside him to pick up some of the items to.

“Yes. My parents are waiting for me to sell this items. Or well what we can get from the one who are not ruined.” She tried to laugh a little while one of the broken objects was in her hand.

“I will have every item replaced, broken or not. You will lead me to your parents stand where I will apologize personally for the damage I caused. And I promise that by tomorrow they will be replaced. “ Fred’s voice came out in a way where very rarely people heard. It was his command voice, usually only came out in the privacy of his bedroom, but she didn’t need to know that. He wanted to make sure he was clear and that she understood that she should not contradict him.

“That is very, very generous of you and I should not ask, or am I even deserving of such generosity your grace.” With every item finally in the basket she picked it up, also at the same time Fred picked it and she felt the very warm and soft skin of his hands touch hers. She could have sworn that a chill ran down her spine and had made her legs tremble. Imagine if she would’ve fallen again only because the Prince touched her, and he hadn’t done it on purpose.

“You are not asking, I am offering. Now please if you would lead the way.” He said, trying to sound normal but his own voice almost betrayed him, since it trembled a little, because he had also felt her soft touch. His hands left the bast and he stretched one of his arms to give her passage. She almost silently passed trough him and onto the direction she was making twenty minutes ago.

When she approached her parents stand she felt their eyes budge up and almost instantly where the bowing for him. She knew from there that her parents were to say yes to anything he offered. They loved the crown, never had they felt mistreated by it, and they always felt like they did the best they could to give the ones who had nothing a little more. Y/n knew better than that but she never contradicted her parents.

So Fred explained the best he could and trying not to make it tedious what he had done and why was he there to apologize in person. And when her parents went back to work, because customers where approaching they never pressed her to start working, since she was still being watched by the prince.

“Once again I’m really sorry about this.” Fred started but was, he would say rudely, interrupted by the big clock that was now announcing his return to the palace. “I have to go, but I will be back.” Why had he said that? He didn’t really know, but he knew he needed to say it. Somehow he needed her to know that that wouldn’t be the last she would hear of him.

So he left immediately after that and not even letting her respond. She was left there, perplexed, with the smell of Fred Weasley invading her nostrils, and her thoughts consumed by him, his face, his voice, his touch, his sympathy. Everything. She was left to something she never thought she would go through. Figuring out if the small crush the had on the prince wouldn’t be something more. Could it be? He was high up next to the gods, and she was not, nor did she ever thought she would be. She wanted to make her brain know that they would never stand a chance with the future king, but dreaming never hurt anybody right?

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley #prince!fred #golden #fred weasley one shot

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scarletwidowaf · 3 years

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Ghost Of You - scarlet widow

(wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff)

summery: Thanos was gone, vision was gone, tommy and billy were gone, agetha was gone, natasha was gone and so was westview and wanda's perfect bubble. So now what?

Words: 1136

Warnings: none? Grief maybe :(

A/N: im back(!) with a story idea nobody asked for! Let me know what yall think. Also sorry for any grammar problems and stuff, its like 1 am and im sick ❤️

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It was another day of wanda doing absolutely nothing. It became a routine by now.

at the beginning after the west view fiasco wanda was hiding from the world while studying agetha's book, but now, after months of studying, she was tired.

Her tiredness wasn't the thing who sacred her, it was the realization that everything she knew was gone.

She remembered the fight against thanos clearly although it happened 5 years ago. But then they lost and she, and half of the universe population vanished. And then she was back again, and it was war again. But this time things were different.

She had to fight both thanos's army and the sinking feeling of depression and grief. For the snap survivors its been 5 years, but for her everything was still fresh in her mind, wakanda, the snap, vision's death.

After the fight ended and thanos was defeated she found out the price they paid for it.

Tony was dead, steve wasn't coming back, and natasha, her Natasha, was dead as well.

There was nothing simple about wanda and natasha, and maybe that's why wanda chose vision.

Vision was a good man, loyal, loving and caring. in a way, vision complete wanda, and she loved him.

But Natasha was special. No mattar what happened or when it did, Natasha was there to pick up the pieces.

The ex agent was her first friend in the avenger's facility, not long after she became her best friend, and later on she became the only person wanda ever loved except vision.

Not that she ever said anything about it. Wanda was wanda, and natasha was natasha, and everything about them was messy, and painful and risky.

Wanda wanted stability. She had enough risks in her professional life, as an avenger- or ex avenger/outlaw.

She wanted a house with a stable partner, maybe some kids and even a dog. And as much as natasha wanted these for them, which was desperately, a part of her couldn't find the courage to let go of her past. She was hunted and bruised and wanda couldn't help her because how can you help someone who doesn't try help themselves.

So vision died, and natasha died, and wanda was alone. Full of pain and anger and grief.

And then west view happened

Wanda got her perfect life with the beautiful house, loving and stable partner, two beautiful boys and she even got a dog for a small amount of time.

It was perfect, so of course it wasn't meant to last.

And then here she is, tired.

After months of studying agetha's book and hiding from the world, she decided to take a break from her soon-to-be-villian hideout and go somewhere else and rest.

So she took a trip to London. It was busy enough for her to hide from view and unwanted eyes, yet gave her the amount of normalcy she's been aching to have.

Saying wanda didn't look for a spell that can resurrect the dead will be a lie. But she didn't succeed, so instead, she sat in a bubble bath in a rented small flat in London with a glass of wine in one hand and a book about a prince in a foreign land in the other.

And then she saw her. It wasn't even scary, she didn't even flinch like other people would've. She just stared at the woman that was sitting on her bathroom's cabinet.

"What are you doing here natasha?" Wanda asked and put her book away. Prince arthur will have to wait.

"I came to talk" the older woman answered, her eyes fixed on wanda's face. Not daring looking any lower.

A few years ago it might have made wanda nervous.

natasha was practically a goddess in her eyes. With her beautiful ginger hair, green vibrant eyes and a sculptured body who was a result of years in her line of work.

"I have nothing to say to you"

Wanda said back calmly and took a sip from her wine.

"Im sorry"

Natasha simply said. Her hair was red again and wanda liked it.

"You're sorry?" Wanda said with a small bitter laugh. "Seriously?"

"I am" natasha answered calmly.

wanda got up from the water. Her naked body dripping water while she reached her hand for the towel.

"So you came here.. to apologize?" Wanda asked with a small chuckle while wrapping the towel around her body.

Natasha moved her gaze softly from her body to her face. Natasha looked lost and wanda couldn't stop her smile. The way she saw it, It was about time the roles will be reversed and natasha will be the one admiring the younger girl.

"I do" natasha said again. She tried to keep herself calm but her hands played with her bracelet. The one wanda gave her when they were on the run, a friendship bracelet. How foolish of them, wanda thought.

"You came here to apologize.. for dying?" Wanda asked to make sure.

"Its sounds weird when you say that like that" natasha said with a small, awkward chuckle.

"It is weird. You died. And now you're here" wanda said, her eyes staring at the older woman.

"And yet, you didn't seem surprised to see me"

Natasha said back with her famous half smile.

"Apparently weird is my new brand" wanda said and started to dress. "how are you here, nat? And why?" She asked.

"I dont know. All I remember was falling, the last thing i saw was Clint and the last thing i thought about was you." Natasha admitted with a small blush.

"You as me? You as the people who were gone in the snap?" Wanda asked while trying to close the clips in her new bra.

natasha jumped from the cabinet and stood behind her.

"May i?" She asked the younger girl.

Wanda nodded. Natasha closed the clips and sigh.

"You as you" natasha said softly.

"It felt like a dream, one moment i hit the ground and died- and i know i died. But then i was here." She continued the story.

Wanda froze, she turned around to natasha, her eyes looking into the green one she still loved.

"I think- i think i did something" she said and natasha held her gaze. Waiting for an explanation.

"I tried some things. But i didn't thought i succeeded" she continued.

"You tried to bring me back to life?" Natasha asked, a bit confused.

"Yes, and it worked" wanda bit her lip. Her hand searching for natasha's, wanting to make sure she wasn't imagining.

"I dont think it did" natasha said and her eyes held tears.

"What do you mean?"

Natasha looked down, and wanda did the same.

Wanda's hand did find Natasha's and unfortunately, it went right trough it.

#wanda x nat #wandanat #wanda x natasha #natasha x wanda #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #black widow #scarlet witch #scarlet widow #marvel #avengers endgame #wandavision

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 3 years

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Like her - Bucky Barnes

Hello!! I did a thing... I big oops... I have no idea where this is going but honestly... gosh, Bucky is finally given the spotlight! Yes, I am talking about that trailer. So, I guess bear with me? From what I feel, this is going to be ... quite the journey. Spoilers, if I accidentally am on to something? MASTERLIST Word Count~ 2k. If you want to be tagged or you have an idea about this, please let me know! Love you all!

Nothing made sense anymore. The world seemed to be upside down and he couldn’t find an anchor to hold on to. A thousand thoughts on his mind, past and future blurred into a chaotic present. He had found a still moment in the universe, after his best friend retired and that was the only way he could cope with the ever-changing situation.

He had believed that a new beginning was all that he needed; but before he could begin, he had to be free of his past and that he simply could not do. Working with Wilson was not his cup of tea, either. He was searching for meaning but maybe fulfillment wasn’t about what he had already done, maybe it was about the things he hadn’t and that was worse. It was simple mission; keep an eye on a questionable individual. Well, at least, that was what the files told him. Girl, early twenties, not a very interesting life – to him, at least, he thought. She might have loved studying and serving coffee to people she didn’t know just so she could earn her living. And a clue that linked her to an old enemy – Zemo. No one knew what their relationship was, or even if there was any. They had been able to pick up a single message sent from her phone to an unknown number that it was later identified as Zemo’s. He was standing outside the coffee shop she was working, not knowing if he would be able to identify her; they only had a blurry picture of her – another clue that she was onto something as she was avoiding to be seen. Not that he could blame her for that. If she was working with the man that put him trough all of that a couple of years ago, he didn’t know if he would hand her over or… He walked inside, trying to appear as relaxed and nonchalant as possible, knowing that he would be awkward anyway. Sam could have done this, he thought, rolling his eyes at that. It was quite busy, actually, and the atmosphere was cozier than what he had expected. And so, he found the table that furthest away but had a good angle-view to keep an eye on the personnel and sat down. He scanned the place but there was no trace of the girl from the picture. He was pretending to read the menu so no one would come soon to take his order. He was about to stand up and leave, having spent almost half an hour being a jerk and not ordering a thing, when a soft tornado rushed through the front door. He was left gawking at her for a moment and then quickly shook it off. She murmured an apology to her colleagues but they just smiled at her, as if they knew why she was late. He was able to distinct two words: application, problems. He cleared his throat and not a moment later, there she was. “Hello! What can I get you?” she politely asked him, ready to take his order, not exactly looking at him. Whatever she was previously doing, affected her still. He was caught by surprise, because he actually never looked at the menu. “An americano and um, what do you suggest?” he had to act normal, he thought again. Maybe channel his inner long-lost self. She finally looked at him, with a questioning smile on her face. The picture they had was old and did not do her any justice. “Our sour lemon bars are amazing” she informed him after a second of brainstorming. Sour, huh? He noticed her body language – she truly didn’t know who he was. Then again, without his long hair and a visible metal arm, not many people could recognize him. He nodded in agreement and she left. She was in a pretty bad mood. The application she had sent to the university was still not accepted, her computer broke down, she was barely making it by and she was tired having had zero sleep the night before, tormented by nightmares. She handed the order to Jackie and sat down, behind the bar. While Jackie was preparing everything, she was making herself a cup of coffee. “He is cute” she heard – and so did he, thanks to his enhanced senses. He was not used to being called cute or anything like that. Maybe an older version of him was pretty good with women – this one, not so much. He wasn’t bad, unlike Steve, but … something wasn’t there anymore. She looked at him, for a split second before gulping her coffee down. “Better you than me” she whispered. The other girl was shocked. “What happened?” she asked her, a ton of concern laced her voice and that captured his attention. “I don’t know what to do” she said, almost desperate. As his lemon bars were being transferred to a beautiful plate, Jackie asked the one-million-dollar question. “What about that guy? Helmut?”. That was all Bucky needed to add her to his suspect list – well, to cross off everyone else but her, really. “Hasn’t delivered and I am running out of time” she murmured in fear of being heard. She was right to be afraid of that, he did eavesdrop. Bucky hoped that she would be the one to bring his coffee but unfortunately, another waiter came. For the better part of an hour, he tried to catch anything of importance, having already informed Sam. But there was nothing. She just did her job. Deciding that it was better to leave in order not to attract any kind of unwanted attention, he left the money on the table and walked out of the place, faster than he would have liked. Who was she?

It had been pretty hard for her, lately. That roughly translated into more than ten years. She was used to being treated badly by life but she was standing right on the edge and she had nothing to grab onto to stop her fall. As long as she could remember, she was alone. The first person she had met was a grim old lady, telling her to stop crying otherwise the Sinnerman was going to eat her. Once she was at an age, she could understand what was happening, she was made aware she had no family – that wanted her, anyway – and that was why she had ended up there. It more of a torture-place than an orphanage. By the age of fifteen, she had achieved an early high school graduation, and her caretakers saw that she didn’t have the potentials to become the next prodigy, no matter the hard work. Being fifteen and on the streets was something she wished on nobody. She was smart, though – she got a job and soon was able to afford her own place. It was small but it was all she needed. A roof over her head, a bed and a shower. Lately, things were just not easy. She hadn’t been paid for at least four months and she had no cushion of money to fall onto. Her landlord would kick her out any minute now, and she had no backup plan. Her study application hadn’t panned out yet and when a stranger reached her, promising her a ton of cash and a name, she didn’t think twice. When she agreed to hack into a couple of databases, she had no idea who that person was. Only that he knew her parents and was willing to pay. That was all she needed, really. Little did she know, she was helping a criminal to get out of a life-long sentence. She tried to back away, but a single threat was more than enough to persuade her. She wasn’t used to knives being that close to her neck. She had done her part, even though she regretted it, but he had still to deliver and she had no other option. She would stay awake, thinking why her? Out of all the hackers in the world, why her? “Don’t worry! They’ll choose you, they would be stupid not to” Jackie told her, as she was ready to leave. She laughed at that. “I am not gonna pay them, I am the one asking them for a fund. They would be stupid if they did choose me!” she explained again, waving her goodbye. She was closing up the place today. She didn’t mind. The later she got back to her place, the smaller the chances to meet her landlord. She liked working alone, being alone. That was why she had it easier than the other girls back in the day. They struggled keeping up with the classes, the training, the killing. She did her job, and got on with her life. Well, at least until she was kicked out. Placing the last cups back on their self, she heard the door opening and closing – footsteps were approaching her. “I’m sorry, we’re closed” she chimed, as she turned around. That guy again. Yeah, alright, he was cute but her mind was warning her. He smiled – but it was forced and she saw it. Something wasn’t right. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see any sign” he said and it was true, she hadn’t put on the closed sign. He knew that she knew – but instead of making a run for it, she played along. Sam was waiting outside, car ready. “Oh, yeah, that’s my bad” she calmly informed him, letting her towel down and picking up the sing to hang, moving slowly through the space. He recognized her moves but it couldn’t be. Her moves were familiar but not fully known. He was closing in. After a rather long eye-contact, she threw the metal sign at him, aiming his exposed neck, almost cutting him. She was strong. All it took was two steps and they were engaged in a full-blown combat. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but she slipped to the side, pushed his elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor. Not even a second later, Bucky threw her off of him and was on his feet, watching her rush toward him in slow motion. He reached under his shirt even as he pushed past the tables. She did not try to stop the gun; she rolled his hand under his wrist, drove his arm over and back, and pulled him backward and down. She had the gun before he slammed into the floor, and was pointing it at him. She wasn’t afraid to use it, and he was almost scared by the look on her face. He had seen that look before. He tackled her, grabbed her wrist with his right hand and held the gun hand against her chest, while he placed his left arm tightly around her neck. She headbutted him but neither flinched. Before she could do anything, Sam placed a cloth on her mouth and nose and knocked her out. “Took you long enough” he mused at an annoyed Bucky. He rolled his eyes at him, still very much confused as to why she knew those moves. “I think she was trained for the Black Widow program” he let on, as he picked her up while Sam made everything to look as if nothing had happened. He even closed up the place. Bucky placed her on the backseat of the car. She wasn’t a Black Widow, yet her fighting style… “Who is she?” Sam asked as they were driving away.

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Could you write a fic about Tommy’s long-lost daughter that is gay. After a while he found out about his daughter. She’s really scared about the families reaction but they don’t care about who she loves, they’re just worried about the dangers added by this that?!?! Love your writing btw ☺️🥰😍🥰😕

HIIII this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s almost the same!!! I hope you like it!!!

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Lucy keeps raising her hand to the door to knock and then dropping it, turning to leave the big house only to turn back around when she reaches the end of the drive. “If he sends you away then you’ve lost nothing.” She reminds herself and finally knocks.

She hears voices on the other side of the door and they grow louder until the door swings open and her father stands there, an older woman a step behind him.

When Lucy just stands there, unable to form words, he looks at her with annoyance, “Can I help you?”

“I-- uh-- um-- Are you-- Sorry, are you Thomas Shelby?” She knows he is, she has been watching him for weeks, but she asks anyway.

“Who’s asking?”

Lucy takes a deep breath, “My name’s Lucy Bennett. I’m your daughter, sir.”

The older woman’s hand flies to her mouth, but Tommy doesn’t react, only looks her up and down, “That’s not possible, sorry.”

He goes to shut the door, but Lucy thrusts her boot between it and the threshold, “Wait! I can prove it, please.”

“Can’t prove something that never happened.” He tries to kick her foot out of the way, but she remains firm.

“My mother died a few months ago and all I have left of her is this diary.” She holds it out to him now, “I thought the drunk soldier she had been married to my whole life was my father, but this diary says otherwise. I did the math, according to the diary she didn’t meet the man she married until six months before I was born. She writes of your encounters three months prior.” Lucy talks quickly, afraid he’ll break her foot to get the door shut, “Please, I can show you, I’ll explain everything and if you still don’t believe me, I’ll go.”

The older woman puts a hand on Tommy’s arm, “Let her in, Tommy, listen to her.” She leans in close to his ear, “She has your eyes.” She says, trying to make sure Lucy doesn’t hear, but she does.

Lucy relaxes at the older woman’s words and looks to Tommy expectantly. Finally, he sighs and steps aside to allow her to pass.

The older woman, who Lucy learns is Polly, asks the maid to brew some tea and makes friendly small talk while Tommy sits, arms crossed and scowling at Lucy.

“Who’s your mum?” He asks roughly, “You look like you were born around the time I was in the war. I wasn’t-- I didn’t have anyone then.”

He had a good eye, you had just turned seventeen and were born at the very end of 1914, according to your research, his first year of service. “Yeah, I was born in December of 1914. My mother was a whore in France.” She takes out the diary, opens to a page she had marked, and slides it over to him, “She only writes about you as Tommy, but later goes into more detail about your station and platoon and I was able to figure it out from there.”

Tommy eyes her carefully as he takes the diary from her and reads it over slowly, flipping through pages. Lucy resists the urge to tell him to be careful, it’s all she has of her mother now. It’s a good ten minutes before he puts the diary down and slides it back to her. “You don’t sound French.” It was an accusation, but she didn’t mind.

“One of her other clients, after you, was another British soldier named William Bennett. After the war, he married my mother and took us back to England. I was only four or five at the time so as I was in school I dropped my French accent. My mother never learned English fully, though, so we always spoke French to each other.” She says some quick things in French to prove to him she wasn’t lying.

“Where’s William Bennett, then? Why isn’t he taking care of you?”

Lucy looks down at her hands, afraid he’ll see the shame in her face if he looks too closely, “He, um, he never much liked me. Kicked me out after my mother died. I took my mum’s diary and when I found you I moved to Small Heath, found a job at a shop, and rented a flat. Told myself I’d work up the courage to talk to you once I was settled.” He’s still quiet, and she realizes quickly what he must think, “I don’t want money, I can take care of myself just fine, I just-- I just wanted the chance to know you.”

“Know me?” He scoffs, “You live in Small Heath and you’ve done your research, so you know who I really am. What I do. Why would you want a father like that?”

Lucy swallows, “Yes, I’ve heard the talk. But I’ve also heard of the lengths you go to to protect your family. You care about them. I’ve never had a father who cared about me. Was hoping that-- well-- maybe--” She realizes how ridiculous she must sound, knowing no one in their right mind could love her once they knew the truth. It was why even her mother had turned her cheek to her in her last year of life. William had always seemed to know something was off, and finding out seemed like a victory for him. Lucy’s head spins as she recalls how he kicked her out the second her mother’s heart stopped beating. She realizes Polly and Tommy are staring at her blankly as she’s stopped talking and knows she has to go, “Nevermind, I-- I’m sorry--” She stands abruptly, snatching the diary and nearly knocking over the table, “I’m sorry to have bothered you, this was a mistake.” Lucy practically runs to the front door, ignoring Polly as she calls after her.

Tears stream down her face as she runs through the gravel driveway and unties her horse, hopping up quickly and riding away. She doesn’t see Tommy standing in the doorway, looking longingly after her.

“What are you doing?” Polly says, exasperated, “Go after her!”

Tommy shakes his head, “Not right now. She’s hiding something. I’ll have to find out what it is.”

“She’s your daughter, Tommy, who cares?”

“Yes, she’s my daughter. And that’s precisely why I need to make sure she’s not dangerous.”

Polly rolls her eyes and walks away, but Tommy stays, watching as Lucy turns into a speck on the horizon, and then nothing. Only then does he finally go back inside and lock himself in his study.

His mind is reeling from the realization that he’s had a child this entire time and he missed out on everything. He knew what it was like to have a father who never cared and it pained him to know that one of his own children had to go through that, something he promised himself would never happen.

He would make it right with her, but first, he needed to know what she was hiding.

***

Lucy sniffled and took a deep breath before walking into her flat where she knew Abigail was waiting. Abigail’s curly red hair bounced against her shoulders as she turned to see Lucy step in through the door.

“So? How’d it go?” She said as Lucy was still taking off her boots.

“It didn’t. I chickened out.” Lucy lied.

“Well where were you the whole time then?”

“Riding,” She continued the lie, “Trying to work up the courage to knock on his door.”

Abigail pushed out her lower lip in a pout that Lucy found adorable and walked over to her, placing her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, “It’s probably better, Lu. I mean, he is a murderer.”

Lucy shrugged off Abigail’s hands and walked into the bathing room. “Lu, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--” But Lucy shuts the door and listens to Abigail sigh on the other side before walking away.

Abigail hadn’t been very supportive of Lucy’s stalking of Tommy, had very nearly ended their relationship over moving to Small Heath. “I don’t see why you need a man’s approval so badly, and a gangster to boot. This is just going to end with you hurt again.” She would say, and Lucy would explain over and over again that Abigail didn’t understand because her parents both still loved her. And they would go around like this over and over again. She was tired of seeing the condescending look on her face, and besides, she didn’t know Tommy. No one did, except his family. She wanted to know him before she decided he was a no good gangster. But maybe she’d never get that chance. Maybe he didn’t want to know her.

***

Tommy had done some asking around and had found the residence of Lucy Bennett in Small Heath. Since finding her residence, he had been following her around, the way he assumed she had been following him for weeks. It bothered him that he hadn’t known she had been following him this whole time. A test to her skills and a hit to his own. The first day he followed her didn’t reveal much. She went to the shop early in the morning, stayed until late afternoon, and then she’d go to the stables.

He watched her from afar and smiled to himself as he saw her tend to her horse, talking to him gently and petting him. She took him for a ride, which he followed as closely as he dared, but she only took him for a trot around the city and back. She then tied him up and left. He followed her just long enough to see that she had gone home and then turned back to the stables.

“Hello there.” He said to her horse when he got there, “Is she taking good care of you?”

The horse huffed in response, but allowed Tommy to pet him eventually and Tommy whispered gently to him. He seemed in good shape, Tommy couldn’t find anything he or Curly would do different with him. And when he turned to look into the water trough, he couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face when he saw goldfish swimming around in there. “A gypsy through and through, eh?” He murmured to himself and then headed back to where he’d left his own horse.

The next few days were more of the same, but one day after arriving back from the shop, Lucy left her flat again. Tommy would’ve figured maybe she was running out for food or something of the sort, but she came out wearing different clothes, makeup done, hair curled and with a red headed girl on her arm. He didn’t think much of it, it was a Friday and she was young, she was probably going out with a friend to get drunk.

He followed her anyway, just in case. They go to a bar Tommy doesn’t recognize, and he waits in an alley next to it, smoking cigarette after cigarette as he waits for her. Finally, he hears a drunken giggle and sees two girls walking by. He confirms it’s Lucy, gives her a fair lead, and then follows her out. It seems to be exactly what he suspected it to be, a night out with a friend, and he feels a bit stupid for following her. Maybe he was wrong, maybe she’s not hiding anything.

But, still ways away from her flat, Lucy giggles and pulls the girl into an alley. Frowning, Tommy picks up his pace and then quietly peers around the wall. It takes a minute for his eyes to adjust to what he’s seeing and his ears to accept that, yes, that is indeed what he’s hearing. Lucy has the red headed girl pinned to the wall with her body as her mouth and hands wander. The red headed girl starts moaning, but Lucy shushes her which results in lots of giggling and Tommy decides he has heard and seen more than enough. This is what Lucy was hiding from him.

***

It’s about a week after Lucy first showed up at Tommy Shelby’s door when there’s a knock at her own door. “Lucy, can you get that?” Abigail yells, “I’m in the loo!”

“Yeah!” Lucy yells from the table where she was sat reading and walks to the door. When she swings it open and sees Tommy Shelby, standing in his long black coat and hat, her face falls.

He doesn’t waste time with a greeting, “Is Abigail here?”

The blood drains from her face, “How do you know about--”

“Darling, who’s at the--?” Abigail stops dead in her tracks when she sees Tommy there.

“Do you mind leaving so I could have a private word with my daughter?”

“Excuse me?” Abigail huffs, “This is my flat!”

“Abigail, go.” Lucy says, eyes still on Tommy.

“Lu, you shouldn’t be alone with him, you don’t even know him--”

“I asked you to leave.” Lucy says quietly, “I can handle it.”

Abigail seems affronted and Lucy knows this will be an argument later, but she can’t bring herself to care. Tommy knew about Abigail and still called her his daughter, that had to mean something. Once she’s left, glaring at Lucy the whole way, she brings Tommy to the kitchen table and asks if he wants tea, which he declines.

“I’m sorry to show up like this.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

“When you showed up at my house, when you were talking I could tell you were hiding something--”

“I wasn’t--”

“It’s alright, I’m not upset, you’re my daughter, I hide things plenty. But I wanted to know what it was before I brought you into my home, my family.”

Lucy is sweating now, “I suppose you know now and decided you don’t want an abomination like me in your family.”

Tommy scoffs, “An abomination? Because you fancy women? That’s a bit harsh.” Lucy frowns, confused, but he continues, “I admit, I was surprised and things don’t surprise me much anymore. But I was relieved.”

Lucy shakes her head, “Relieved?”

“Oh, Lucy, you come from a line of murderers, addicts, a long line of bad bad men and dangerous women. I thought maybe you were a part of a drug ring, or a part of a rival gang, or some sort of assassin. All I found out in my days of following you was that you love your horse and you like women so yes, I was relieved.” Lucy is still processing everything he’s said when he continues, “Now, when I found out I started doing some research on Abigail, when did you meet her?”

Her head is still spinning, “Research on Abigail, wha--? Why?”

“You met her around the same time you sorted out that you were a Shelby, yeah?”

“I--” She blinked, but then sorted through her memories, “Yeah, I guess so, why?”

“She’s been working really hard to deter you from trying to meet me, yeah?”

Lucy frowned, “Well, yeah, but she was just… She knew about what you did, your family, she was trying to protect me.”

“The reason she didn’t want you to meet me is because she comes from a family that’s just as dangerous as ours.” Ours. Lucy tried not to fixate too much on that word.

“Wait, Abigail? No way, she’s-- Her family runs a farm on the outskirts of the country. They’re from Ireland, they’ve never even been to Birmingham.”

“That’s what she told you, but her father wants me dead. And she knows that. And she’s been staying with you because her father eventually plans to use you as leverage to get to me.”

“No,” Lucy, stands and backs away from the table shaking her head, “No, that’s not true. Abigail loves me. She--”

“Lucy--” Tommy rises too and he sees she’s about to bolt.

“No.” Lucy says again and goes to walk around Tommy who tries to keep her in the apartment, but she shoves him away, “Don’t. I need to talk to her. If you must tag along, fine, but I’m not leaving here without talking to her first.”

Tommy sighs, but follows her anyway to where Abigail is smoking a cigarette outside the building. “Do you love me?” Lucy says as soon as she steps out the door.

“Christ.” Tommy swears, feeling very uncomfortable having to watch this exchange, but he must because he knows no daughter of Alexander Galligan walks around without a weapon.

Abigail eyes Tommy, frowning, but turns back to Lucy, “Don’t be stupid, of course I do. What did he say to you?”

“He says your family is a rival gang who wants him dead and you’re just keeping me close to use me as leverage to get to him and that’s why you’ve been trying to keep me away from him.”

Abigail snorts and looks towards Tommy, “Did your research, did ya? You obviously didn’t do it well enough or you’d know I haven’t spoken to my family in years. I cut off contact. You’re right about one thing though, my father does want you dead. Has for as long as I can remember.”

Lucy is still shaking her head, “But you told me you were close to your parents, that they loved you even though you liked girls.”

“I lied,” Abigail brings a hand to her face, “I didn’t want you to know my family, I’m… I’m ashamed of them and what they do. And they’re ashamed of me so I guess we’re even.”

“Then why were you trying to keep her away from me?” Tommy butt in.

“Because I know better than anyone what being in a family like yours is like. She won’t find love with you like she thinks. You’re dangerous. You’ll just get her killed.”

“If anything what’ll get her killed is traipsing around Small Heath with you letting the whole world know you’re… intimate.” He ends awkwardly, “I don’t care who you love.” Tommy turns his attention back to Lucy who had reddened considerably at his last sentence, “I’ll protect you from anyone who thinks you’re fuckin’ less than because of it, but you two need to be more careful if you’re going to live here. Understood?”

They both nod, Abigail rolling her eyes. “And you’re wrong.” Tommy continues, looking back to Abigail, “I know what it’s like when a parent or a family member doesn’t love you. I wanted my father to love me more than anything in the world and I promised myself my children would never feel the same. She’s a Shelby and that means I will protect her and love her until my last breath. And if you stick around for long enough, though you can’t get married, that protection applies to you as well.”

Abigail softens a bit at his words, “Okay, Mister Shelby. But if you hurt her I’ll have to cut you.”

Tommy smiles, “Same goes for you, Abigail.”

***

Lucy came back to the Shelby house a week later, Abigail in tow to meet the rest of her family. “It’s gonna be fine, Lu, the worst that could happen is one of the Shelby brothers pulls a knife on you and tells you not to fuck his wife.” Lucy gives her a horrified look and Abigail laughs, “I’m joking, relax.”

Just then Tommy opens the door and wraps Lucy in a hug, which she is surprised but delighted all the same by the affection. He rests his head on top of hers and then says, “I am so sorry for everything you’re about to endure.”

Lucy frowns, about to ask him what he means, but he immediately whisks her into another room where there are immediate joyful yells as her new family pulls her into hugs and welcomes her and not one of them bats an eye at Abigail, not even when they hold hands. Everyone is lovely to her and makes her laugh until she snorts, but she most enjoys playing with Charles and Ruby, her half brother and sister.

Finally, when everything’s quieted down and Abigail is dozing off on the couch, Tommy asks to take her for a walk.

“You like horses?” Tommy asks.

She nods, “Begged my mum for one every day from the day I could talk until I was eleven and she saved up everything she had to get me one. His name’s Oliver, but I call him Ollie.”

Tommy smiles, “That’s the gypsy in you. Before the war all I wanted to do was take care of horses.”

“Really?” Lucy smiles, delighted to have something in common with him.

He nods, “I went to go see your horse one night after I followed you, you take good care of him.”

She looks shocked, “He let you near him? He never let’s anyone touch him but me, it’s a battle to even get him to let Abigail ride behind me.”

“It’s the gypsy blood. Never met a horse that didn’t like me. Anyway, I saw you put goldfish in his trough. Where’d you learn that?”

“My mum told me when I got him that she used to have a horse before I was born, but when she found out she was pregnant with me, she sold him, to save the money. But, anyway, she told me a soldier she serviced once really liked horses and went out to see hers. He also told her that putting goldfish in her water trough would keep it clean and free of bugs and other things that were dangerous to the horses. So that’s how I learned.”

When Lucy looks over to Tommy he’s got a big grin on his face, “What?” She asks.

“I remember your mum now.” He says, “I taught her that.”

Lucy’s grin matches his, “Really?”

He nods, “She had a beautiful horse.” They’re silent for a moment, “I’m glad that even though I wasn’t there for you when you were growing up, at least you got that small thing from me.”

“Me too.” They walk in silence for a few minutes before Lucy breaks it, “Did you mean what you said before, to me and Abigail? That you’d always love and protect me no matter… no matter who I love?”

He nods, “Yes.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?”

“Lucy, I would be a hypocrite if I judged you just because of someone you loved. We can’t help who we love and we certainly don’t choose it. I spent the better part of my adult life committing crimes and killing men. Bad men, mostly, but still. Knowing all that, you still wanted to meet me. Wanted me in your life. I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done. You’re my blood. It changes nothing about how I feel about you. Alright?”

Instead of answering she flings her arms around his waist and pulls him close, “Thank you.” She says, muffled against his chest.

He smiles and strokes a hand down her hair, using the other to pull her close to him, “You’re welcome.”

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kate-read-that · 4 years

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Second Chances

Here it is!

" So you guys think I can't do it?" Rose asked, her eyebrows arched in indignity "I can't believe, after all this time, you still doubt my abilities".

"Its not about your abilities, Rose, but he's seven years older than us, and he's one of the best Guardians in the world, and Mia was just saying not even you could break the ice around him because of his personality!" Finished Lisa, trying to calm her Guardian's mood because of Mia's introduction.

The water-controller moroi had just finished telling them about the new Guardian in court, Dimitri Belikov, and how he was always so cold and strict. Apparently, Belikov's moroi, Ivan Zekklos, had died while he was on vacation permision, and the damphir had been required by Tasha Ozzera and moved into Court with her.

"I don't think there's a woman here he's interested in, and I've seen plenty trying to walk up to him and flirt in these last five days, but nothing! Don't worry Rose, its not about you" Mia kept saying, unaware of what was brewing in Rose's mind.

"What will you give me if I get his phone number?"

Mia laughed "You wont"

"But if I do?"

"Alright, I'll give you 20 bucks if you manage to get his number" Mia surrendered, entertained. Lissa moaned, indignified, but both girls struck hands and Rose got up from the chair.

They were sitting in one of the restaurants in Court when they had seen Dimitri, waiting for Lucas and Eddie to arrive to order. Just as Rose approached, Lucas Ozzera crossed the entrance door and walked up to them, accompanied by his main guardian, Eddie Castille.

"I didn't know Rose knew Dimitri, he just arrived at court a week ago" said Lucas, surprised.

" How do you know him?" Asked Lisa, surprised. Mia didn't turn around to say hi, too busy paying attention at Rose and Dimitri.

"He's dating my aunt, he's her guardian now and they are a couple as well... Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Fast! Tell Rose to leave!" Lisa moaned, panicking.

"How? She's facing the other way! I cant exactly goup to her and tel l her!" Mia was about to do just that, thinking of coming up with some dumb excuse, when Rose sat at the table in front of Belikov.

"Is anyone going to tell us what's going on?" Lucas asked, confused, while sitting next to Lissa. Eddie had the same face, except he sat facing the entrance door and looked around from time to time to stay vigilant.

All them watched the other table, expectant and afraid.

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Rose walked up to him, thinking of a dozen pick up lines that would get him a guy in a pub. But this was not a pub, and that guy was a living legend, so she decided to start simple.

"Hey, you're Guardian Belikov, right?" She said, trying to keep her voice friendly but sweet.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy right now"

Rose frowned. He hadn't even looked up from his book, even though he was sitting alone in a table for two without any food in front of him. Reading, without looking at her, who, by they way, was looking beautiful on her free day.

"Right, I'm sorry, I just wanted to present myself because I'm new here, didn't want to be an annoyance" she put just the exact amount of sadness and pity in that sentence, knowing full well how she could pretend inocence in any situation.

At that, the tall guy lifted his head. His eyes were so dark, almost black. He was cute, Rose thought "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I was just finishing this chapter. Yes, I'm Dimitri Belikov, but I'm afraid I'm even newer than you, Guardian..."

"Hathaway, but everyone calls me Rose when I'm off duty" she smiled, noticing how his eyes lingered in her new dress just a second. Getting closer, she thought, satisfied.

"I guess you're related to Jeanine Hathaway in some way, right?"

Rose felt her smile fell "I'm her daughter"

"I didnt know she had a daughter" Dimitri said, frowning. Rose thought maybe this bet was a little stupid, because he was feeling like punching something, not flirting.

"Yeah, he prefers to act like I don't exist, but here I am" she didn't even try to cover her annoyance in that moment, although she knew she was losing him.

"Not all parents are good parents" he seemed deep in thought while saying that, and Rose thought she was going to leave now, because the conversation had found had found a dead stop. He surprised her.

"Would you like to sit until my company arrives?"

Rose studied him. Dimitri Belikov didnt seem the pity kind of guy, and he didn't seem to be pitying her now. And yet, he didn't seem like he was flirting, neither, and there was no other reason he would ask her to sit with him.

She sat.

"Now, would you tell me why did you want to talk to me?" Dimitri arched a brow, and Rose decided he looked cute again, and she had to play her part.

"I just told you-"

"I arrived here five days ago, I'm probably the worst person you could choose to set a conversation and I don't know any other guardians here. Besides, the full table that you come from tells me you're not having problems with socialising ."

Well, this is not going well, she thought. Dimitri didnt seem mad, but he still didn't seem flirty, or entertained, not even satisfied at having seen trough her. He seemed curious, though, and a little too serious for a 26 year old man.

She knew if she confessed then and there, he would send her to her table again, and she'd rather go back to the academy with Kirova than face one of the bests guardians in the world telling everybody how she got in a flirting bet with him and lost because he sent her away. Even if it meant losing in front of Mia.

"Alright, I came here because I know you're one of the bests and I wanted you to train me from time to time" she didn't even know where that had come from.

"What?" Dimitri looked perplexed. She thought fast.

"Well, I was the best Guardian in my generation in the Academy, and I know I'm pretty good, but ever since I'm here I've had little chances to fight against someone as good as me, and they say you're awesome, and we're both going to be here for a while"

"You're not humble, I see"

"Why? Like I said, best in my year at St Vladimirs"

He would reject her, because no one wanted to be a teacher, and also because she was already a Guardian, she'd say she understood, and they would part ways happily. She would lose her bet, but her dignity would remain intact. She could tell Mia he was just too serious for her.

But right as Dimitri opened his mouth, someone touched Rose's shoulder.

"I see you've met Dimka, Rose" a woman voice sounded from behind her. When Rose turned around, she smiled. Tasha Ozzera, in her typical jeans and top, was smiling down at her. Rose loved Tasha. She was one of the few moroi she could tolerate most of the time, and her scars and her story made her everything Rose would have wanted in an older sister.

"Do you know Tasha?" Belikov asked, surprised.

"Of course we know each other, Dimitri. Her moroi is Lisa Dragomir, Lucas' girlfriend. She's been friends with both since they were in the Academy, we met during winter about two years ago, remember Rose?"

Rose would remember that winter until the day she died, specially Mason, so brave yet so stupid, driving them all into danger, only to die when it seemed they had almost saved themselves. She would remember his face when the strigois killed him until she was buried in the ground. Instead of saying that, she forced a smile.

"Tasha and I have agreed we totally need to go hunting Strigois together at some point."

If Tasha noticed the lapse on her face, she didnt react to it. Dimitri, on the other hand, had that curious expression again on his face.

"I'm really happy you two met each other, I knew you would become great friends with my boyfriend, Rose" Tasha smiled, hugging her.

This time, because of lack of practice, it took Rose a little bit more to keep her face straight. She was going to murder Mia. She was sure Mia knew the truth and she just wanted to embarrass Rose as a joke, but she was so dead. Good news was, Dimitri was marking the page of his book right then so he didn't see her face at that. He closed the book and looked up to Tasha again.

"Rose was just asking me to train her while in Court, to improve her skills with me".

Well, fuck.

"Oh my god, this is a great idea! You two have to be the best two Guardians here, it makes total sense that you train together!" Tasha looked even more excited now, and for the first time Rose cursed her openness and happiness at all times. Dimitri looked like he wanted to argue, but Tasha kissed him and turned around to look at Rose again.

"He trains everyday anyway, he could use some company in the meanwhile, specially since I can no longer train with him, now that I'm part of the queen's team of advice"

"You're what? But the Queen is..." Rose was getting more and more shocked the long the conversation went.

"And old, lying, conservationist witch, yeah, I know. I think she's trying to 'keep her enemies closer' or something, but I'm not complaining if I can push some good changes into it" Tasha smiled, shrugging.

"Tasha, you shouldn't say those things outloud..." Dimitri looked around, as if someone was about to stab her with a fork for cursing the Queen. But she laughed, careless "Dimka, dear, she knows what I think of her. She's cruel and a liar, but she's not stupid or deaf or blind". Rose and her laughed, but Belikov seemed to get more distressed with every word. And yet, Rose observed, his face remained almost unchanged, like a marble sculpture. Someone that had payed less attention would have seen it.

"Well, I should leave you two to eat alone, I'll go to my table know that I got what I wanted" Rose smiled while getting up, like she wasn't stuck with more training lessons right when she thought she was finnally free. Damn her and her weird excuses, and damn Mia as well.

Dimitri frowned but nodded, and Tasha told her goodbye as she sat in the same chair, smiling wide and holding Dimitri's hand.

Rose managed to walk normally to her table, and then lost it right in front of Mia.

"Im so sorry, Rose, I didnt know she was dating Tasha until Lucas came, I swear!"

"How old are you? Flirting bet, really?" Lucas seemed to be the only one in the table that found it funny. Eddie seemed to be worried he'd have to stop Rose from attacking Mia, and Lisa was relieved Tasha hadn't realize what was going on.

"Im stuck with training lessons! I dont need training lessons! I'm already the best, and I already have limited free time. Not that I care, because it's Lisa, but come on!" Rose whispered, trying to sound mad and outraged but remain unheard at the same time.

"Can't you tell him you've changed your mind?" Asked Lisa, always diplomatic.

"And say what? That I want more free time? He's one of the bests guardians in the world, some guardians call him Daí, I can't let him have a bad impression of me, Lisa!" Rose murmured, angrier. "He'll think I'm lazy or unconsistent. Now I have to go and be the best student he's seen."

"You think you can be a good student with him? Its no like you were the most rule follower in the academy, exactly" Lucas said, smiling wide at Rose's issue.

"I'm not going to risk every Guardian here hearing I'm bad at my job. The Queen already hates me, she'd have me in the filing room forever if Lisa hadn't been so insisting she wanted me, I can't let her have more against me. I'm going to be the best damn student Belikov's had, and he's going to tell everyone, Queen included, I'm the best Guardian he's seen".

#romitri #fanfic #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #au #rose x dimitri #va #vampire academy #richelle mead #my work #damphir #moroi

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janevx · 4 years

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maybe| Yuta Nakamoto VI

XiYangenre: mafia au, angst, smut

Part 5

At the morning Yuta was pissed of and Soyeon was scared. She was mad at herself, about what she did. He didn’t listen to him, he clearly said: Be at home before 10 p.m and here she is. Waiting for Yuta to come and talk with her.

— How did you sleep?

— Fine, thanks.

— I thought about this, so.. — He smirked — You are disallow to leave home without me. You not gonna hang out with friends, honey.

— I understand and I’m sorry again.

— By the way, be ready at 8 p.m, we gonna leave.

— Where?

— Mafia event, you know Taeyong likes to make parties and today is 4th anniversary since he had made NCT, so yeah. Big event.

— I don’t have any clot —

— You have, I bought you some.

And with this he left her. She could see that he doesn’t show this, but he was really mad at her. His gaze tells everything. And this event. First real event together. She knew that she will have to act as good couple and lovely wife of mafia member. But she promised herself — I’M GONNA STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM AS KILLER AND MAFIA MEMBER AND START THINKING ABOUT HIM AS HER HUSBAND.

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Time passed really fast. She walked around home and spent a lot time in garden. She fell in love with their garden, what means that she gonna spend more time in this place.

Yuta bought her this dress:

In his opinion this dress suits Soyeon very well and suits event. She feel a little bit weird. She doesn’t know a lot of people only a little Johnny, Taeyong and good Mark who really like Soyeon and she likes him back. How this people act? Behave? Any other girls? Are they mean? So many questions.

When they drive in car to the place, Yuta noticed that his wife looks a little bit scared. He doesn’t know why, but wants to comfort her a little.

— Don’t be stressed. I’ll be by your side all the time. No one gonna hurt you, and if some new member gonna say to you something or whatever..Be sure I’ll know what to do with them.

— Thank you Yuta. — She smilled — It’s just all new. I only know Mark, who was nice to me and you know..

— You’ll meet a lot my friends, maybe you will like them? — He smirked — But remember, you are my wife and I’m not allow to anyone to touch you, got it, sewatheart?

— I got it, Yuta.

— Good girl.

To the end of the way they stayed silent. It was nice. No stressful conversations and other shit what would make her more shy. They arrived and see a lot sports and expensive cars. Poeple greated with each other. Big restaurant. They walked in with smiles at their faces and see Taeyong, who smiled to them back.

— My best friend and his wife! C’mon!

He hugged them and they talk a little. Then he had to talk with other gesuts, so they came to their seats. Everything looks so expensive in Soyeon’s eyes. Fot her it was hard to accept this.

After 10 minutes everyone were at their places. There were a lot people, maybe 100 maybe 200? Taeyong looks really good. Red hair suits his face and scarry face. Outfit also looks expensive and good. He stood up, because he always gives a speach.

— At the first place, I want to say thank you for everyone for comming. Thank you guys! I know that for everyday I’m not that nice and I scream a lot, I know, but just the way I am, I geuss. — Everyone laugh — As you know today is 4th anniversary. 4 fuckin years with you! 4 years with my boys who are my family. Thank you for your hard work and for everything, I know that usually our work is hard and we know that in every moment we can die, but we sweared for us to this job. NCT still growing, we are really big and no motherfuckers gonna bother us. This fuckers are afraid of us, Yakuza, Triada, this little BTS fuckers and other gangs from South Korea, they are afraid of us. Thanks to Kun and Lucas, Triada and China are afraid of us. They did a really good job. They still do! Work hard for everyhting. But here is one guy who work the hardest. As you can know Yakuza is second the biggest mafia, we are first ofcourse. — Everyone laugh again at his facial expression — But my buddy who take care of Japan bussines is here, Yuta Nakamoto! He works hard everyday to make things right. Thanks to this guy Yakuza is afraid of us. Yuta mate, I love you! Also, thanks to rest like Taeil, Johnny, Jaehyun, WinWin, Mark, Jungwoo, Doyoung, Haechan, Hendrey, Ten, Yangyang, Xiaojun, Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun, Jisung and Chenle! Ofcourse to others too. And now let’s just enjoy this night!

Everyone claped for their boss. Soyeon too. But she was in schock. She was never imagined that Yuta takes care about Japan and made Yakuza scared. She heard about Yakuza since she was little kid and now she is married to guy who made them fear. She was kinda proud. Her husband works really hard.

When everyone stoped clap Yuta stand up. Soyeon was curious why, but she just was waiting.

— I’m sorry that I take your time, but I want to say something. As you could see I bring her my wife. — He smiled and touch her hand — I want to invite everyone to our wedding in Japan. I’m send you info in next few days. Thanks for attention.

Everyone clap again and were very happy for their “second” boss. Soyeon almost chocked. She didn’t know that they gonna do real wedding.

Yuta talks with Soyeon, but then with others members.

— So, Teail this is Soyeon my wife, Soyeon this is Taeil my friend.

They shook their hands and smiled. She doesn’t want to take all Yuta’s attention so she leave him in conversation, but then next to her was Mark.

— Hello Soyeon! Congratulations for you and Yuta! — His smile was wide

— Thank you Mark.

— How do you feel? Everything is ok?

— Fine. — She smiled — It’s different just, but everyone seems so nice.

They talked about everything. She was happy that she found a friend in Mark, so she wouldn’t be that alone. Soyeon stood up and inform Yuta that she going to toilet, and Yuta only nodded.

She walked in. She sat down and open her purse just to take pills for headache. She was about to get out, but she heard her name.

— You saw this Yuta’s wife?

— Yup, and I thought what the fuck is wrong with Yuta, he fucked half of girls in his friends clubs and now he is married, fucked up isn’t it?

— Exactly! He was fuck devil and now got married.

— Maybe he doesn’t love her. He fucked with Jungsoo month ago.

Momentaly she felt a little stomach ache. She knew that he can do this, but she had a little hope that he didn’t.

— By the way, I thought god of sex would date some kind of goddes and here we are this.

— Damn, shut the fuck up. — She laugh — You are jelous, right? She is fuckin pretty. Every girl here is jelous because of her look.

— Damn it, yes, but we should act unbothered.

— Yes, she should know her place.

Yuta told her many times that she should proved another women where is their places. She felt a bit of confidence so she left cabin and with smile walk trough the mirror. She corrected her lips and look into eyes of this girl. They look a little bit scared, that she hear everything.

— You don’t have to act unbothered, if you know that I’m pretty just leave this like this and let’s not behave like bitches.

They nodded, say silent sorry and leave the toilet. When she was about to do the same, she saw a woman.

— It was kinda funny.

— Excuse me, but who are you? And yes, it was, thank you.

— Moon Jihyun, I’m Taeil’s wife. I know I look older, but fuck this that I’m three years older.

— Soyeon Nakamoto, Yuta’s wife.

— Don’t be bother because of them, this was Katherine Doyoung’s girlfriend and Minsoo, Ten girlfriend. They are just for some time I guess. Boys doesn’t like long term relatonships.

— Thank you for advice. I shouldn’t go out and said th —

— What? Nope! You did great! At your place I will do the same! You showed them their place and you did this with class, I like you.

— O thank you, that;s so nice! I like you too.

— C’mon, give me your phone number and maybe we can hang out together, are you in?

— Ofcourse, I am!

She gave her phone number and together they came back to their seats. Jihyun did a little bit twist and change seats with Jungwoo, so now Taeil sits next to Yuta, and Jihyun sits next to Soyeon.

— I know. It’s always hard at the begginig. This full mafia family, but remember we all family right now. I will make sure to make more female nights, so we can know each other better and comfort. Belive me, not evey girl are bitches like this two.

— It’s nice from you, thank you! Thanks to you I feel more comfortable than before.

— No need to thank you. It was my pleasure to met you, Soyeon.

Both of them were there till midnight. They decided to leave, because Yuta was tired and Soyeon have to go with him no matther what she likes it or not. They be in his card and he couldn’t stop smile.

— Somethings happend? You look so happy.

— No, I’m just glad that you feel comfortable and that you likes our noona Jihyun.

— I have question and I don’t know if I should ask you about this, because I did something wrong yesterday, but..

— Don’t be shy. Go ahead and ask me.

— Could we act like really marriage? I know that you likes another women and you had sex with them, it’s okay. But can you act like my husband? If yes I could finally look at you as my husband not as killer.

At this words his jaw drop. Why she knows about women? After news that he gonna be hers husband he didin’t meet with any other girl. But it’s hurt him a little, that she think about him as some fuck boy, but also he was happy that she wanted to look at him as her husband.

— Ey, I haven’t met with any other woman since I met you. — He smiled — We can try, we should start act like marriage.

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They were in their bedroom. Both in pajamas. Both smiling. Yuta even forget about what Soyeon did and was smiling. Soyeon was about to fall asleep, but Yuta catches her attention.

— Can I hug you?

— Ofcourse, you can.

Both of them smiled, and Yuta put his arm around Soyeon and first time since very long time he falls asleep with smile on his lips. First time since very long time Soyeon feels again safe.

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adarklighthale · 3 years

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Where We Left Off part 2~ Lighthale

Peter looked at his husband with a small smile. "Well when Cody and I here reunited, we not only spoke of what happened, but also discussed you in general." He told him. "I told him some of the things that we have done, how you are in general..."

"Yeah, we talked about what I knew just from that experience and how you have a fantastic ass that I would like to see and play with again." Cody continued. "At first we discussed a threesome so we could both have fun with you, but your husband here had a better idea where we would both get what we want."

Nasir listened to them both, going from one to the other. At first he couldn't believe what he was hearing from both. They were talking as if they were one brain cell or more like old friends. Once the shock had left him though was when he realized that there was no need to be surprised. Of course they would get along this well. Both of them were not just very sexual people, whether it was their or not, but also they had somewhat similar personalities and desires when it came to sex.

Beyond that though it should be expected from his husband. He was always looking for more ways to make him explore the wonders of sex. It was one of current and favorite schemes. He took advantage of Nasir's prude personality to get something fun out of it more than what he would get from the average person. It wasn't always easy to tell him no, not when he himself would enjoy it at the end.

"What idea is that?" He asked

Peter and Cody looked at each other. Peter raised his hand and pretty much told him to go ahead. "Pretty much your husband here wants us to re-enact what we did." Cody explained, and that was totally true. In fact, Peter had told him he could not do more nor less than what he did. He wasn't sure if that was going to be possible, but anything that would give him another chance with Nasir was worth the take.

Nasir looked at his husband. "But why? You already know what happened." Nasir protested. He didn't understand why his husband wanted to do that. Obviously they were both into it. He was starting to think Peter had a kink of seeing him get fucked by other people.

"Exactly. I know what happened, but I wasn't there to see my husband being nearly fucked in an alley and now I want to. Can't you do that for me love?" He asked. "I think you own me for allowing it to happen without telling me first." Peter said with a wicked grin.

Nasir sighed. He didn't know what to think about it. He didn't know if he should even do it. Why should he anyway? What motivation or incentive he had to. "I know...and I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to go far, but I thought the dance and sex he gave you was enough in return." Especially since he did not go beyond that with the siren.

"We actually didn't have sex." Cody informed him. "Did he ever tell you that we did?" He asked.

"You didn't?" Nasir asked and looked at the both of them, shocked. He really thought they had sex. He did.

"No, I just told him that I had fun. I never gave him details. You didn't want to know anyway. You never do." Peter responded. Nasir gave details. He never asked them for it, but Nasir always did and he always wondered why.

Nasir then got it. It was true. He never told him that they had sex and he never asked for details. Why Nasir gave details? Because Nasir always felt guilty about it. He loved it when it happened, but most of the time he felt guilty and felt that not only he had to share, but also that Peter needed to get laid to equalize the experience that way he was not the only one who had sex outside of the marriage. "Why didn't you?"

"He wanted a threesome. He didn't want to just have sex with me." Peter explained. "I guess this is us actually doing what he wanted."

"Yeah. Maybe it would had happened sooner if I had been in town. However, I needed to leave and do some things." Cody added.

Nasir was a bit flabbergasted by the whole thing. He did not think there had been so much thought and planning to this. It was a little bit impressive, but also very surprising. "You could have called me..."

"I don't think it would had work. The mood and vibe wasn't there." Cody said.

"And even when you said that you would need convincing." Peter added.

Nasir looked from one to the other. It was almost like they were finishing each other's sentences. They matched so well. It was not weird anymore how these two people got along and desired the same things. He wouldn't even be surprise if they become really good friends and that potential made him happy. It was another incentive to do this. "What's different now, that from before?" He asked.

"The fantasy." Peter replied. "We can't recreate what happened in the loft." He thought that would be obvious. He wanted to see what happened. He had high expectations from Cody "So what do you say? I know Cody has no issues with an audience right?"

"Of course not. It is my daily job after all." Cody chuckled.

"So you won't join us?" Nasir asked, still unsure of what to say or not what to say. He knew he would agree in the end because this was what Peter wanted, even if he may not like it so much. He doudted that would be the case. He knew it. Peter knew it and Cody knew it.

"I might after you two are done." Peter said and e was. The idea was to fuck Nasir after Cody was done. He knew he would be so turn by then that he just wouldn't had a choice. Plus Peter loved to fuck him after someone else did. There was something about that the older man loved and he did not know what it was. He just knew that he loved it and wanted to keep on doing it.

"Alright then. I'll do it." Nasir told him. "But next time we are doing a fantasy of mine for you" Nasir shrugged. If Peter got something, he needed to do something too right? It would be the the fair thing to do.

"Of course. It is the fair thing to do." Peter agreed and then pecked his lips. "I can't wait to know what this fantasy will be." Peter said and kissed his cheek. "Now lets pretend I'm not here, even if it is too hard to ignore my hot ass." Peter smirked. Cody did too. They really shared one brain cell when it came to their looks

Nasir rolled his eyes. "That's not going to be the reason why you can't be ignore, but fine." He sighed and tried to get himself in the mood by forgetting everything that was annoying about this set up. The planning, the scheme, their personalities. He tried to forget them all. "Alright then" He tooka deep breath. "Now where were we?"

"I was just telling you how much I was into your ass." Cody acted as if nothing had happened in the last few minutes. Not only that, he really was ignoring Peter, who was moving away from them. It was easy to do wen all he wanted was to focus on Nasir. No offense to Peter, but Nasir was definably the hotter one between the two. There were several reasons for why. It was not just the looks. There were many factors to play. "May I see it?"

Nasir rolled his eyes again. "Of course you would remember where we left off." He told him. He was tempted to look at his husband. It was very weird to make this work when he knew he was watching ."You remind me so much of Theo...and my husband Peter." He said with a bit of hesitation. He really was trying.

And Peter appreciated that. He knew he would appreciate more of what Nasir would supply in the next minutes.

"Theo, there’s another one with a nice ass." Cody said and to make the situation work as planned he had to say some things to make all of this make sense. "And if he has a nice one too, I'll look forward to see it."

"Of course you do. He behaves just like you around me." He said. He thought that maybe he should had pretended not to know that they each other, but it just wasn't going to make sense. This was not a re-creation. This was a repeat of the same. "Tell you what, and this is only now and one time again, but go ahead and get re-acquainted with your hands. Call it a bonus for what you did for me in the past."

"You could even say I know him biblically." Cody chuckled. He noticed that Nasir was speaking more as if this was a second time, so he followed through. "Tempting offer even if it is the same as the last one. Am I allowed to ask you to take off your pants? You did do that last time at the end of the day." Cody shrugged.

Nasir remembered blushing last time, but this time he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "And no, you can’t. What we did was more than enough anyway." He told him.

"You’re cuter when you blush." Cody said. "More than enough? You seemed to enjoy it quite a lot actually." Cody said, " All right, turn around, then. I'll remind you how good it felt."

And now Nasir blushed. He thought he wouldn't because of how force things still were, but also because he had gone through this once. It wouldn't be embarrassing the second time right? No, he was wrong. He looked at Peter and swallowed hard.

And as Nasir felt, as if Cody and him shared one braincell, he took Nasir's chin and forced him to look at him. "No uh, remember, this is just us. You promised to let me feel your ass. You have to go fulfill your promise." He winked and let go of his chin. Cody took a few steps back to give him space to follow through.

“Again, so perserverant.” He said, the blushing still present. As long as he felt embarrassed it stayed. What Cody did was such a Peter move, stealing his attention and taking control of situation and him. Hehated him for that, but if they were going to follow trough, it had to be this way. He then took a deep breath walked closer to the wall. He then put his hands on it and maintained himself in a curve, pushing his butt back and up a little.

Cody licked his lips and waited for Nasir to get comfortable. He knew this wasn't easy for the werewolf, so he was going to help as much as he could. He had been in the mood ever since Peter suggested this. It was why the way he presented himself forced a small sound out of Cody’s throat, something between a chuckle and a whimper. He moved forward and gently placed one hand on Nasir’s lower back, the other coming down on the seat of his pants.

Nasir had heard that sound. He wouldn’t lie. There was a bit of ego stroke again. He didn't know why he would feel that when they had done this before, but he did swallow a bit hard as soon as he was touch on the back because he knew this just wasn’t going to be a touch. And he was reminded of that as soon as he felt Cody’s hand on his ass. “Ah.” He let out. It was like a squirm, but he did promise to let him feel it just like last time. He wasn't being fake. He actually felt the same thing as he did last time.

Cody smirked and let the hand on Nasir’s ass squeeze slightly since he felt no resistance from him. He didn't expect any anyway since they had done this before. Then his other hand slid slowly down, until he was cupping his cheeks through his jeans. He was very close to the werewolf, and was sure he could feel Cody’s hot breath on the back of his neck. “Very nice,” he said.

Nasir took a deep breath and tried not to be too nervous, but he was blushing because for some reason this felt very foreign. Not for the same reason than last time, but probably because Peter was watching them. He wondered if he was stroking himself. He tried not to make any sounds, one did come out when Cody finally cupped his ass, and then his hue became darker when he felt his breath on his neck. “I’m sure you thought that before touching it.”

“You’re right, I did,” Cody replied. “But it’s even nicer now that I'm being reminded how it feels again.” He wouldn’t use his powers in this case but he still knew how to be sexy enough to put the werewolf back in the same mood that he was last time. He squeezed Nasir’s ass again, and then ducked his head down to gently pressed his nose to the back of Nasir’s neck. “Wouldn’t mind feeling it without clothes in the way.”

He was sure that by this close Cody could get the smallest of arousal off him, even thought it was quite strong already. It was true even with all the awkwardness of the situation. “This is not the place for that.” He said quietly, trying to play along with the plan. “Like it then?” He asked, trying to regain some confidence and control.

Cody chuckled, but didn’t respond. Instead, his hands moved slightly up, and then slid under Nasir’s shirt. Just barely, but just enough. He knew Nasir was turned on. But he would go slow as if to give him time to say no. He was not going to of course. He didn't the first time and he had even less reasons to do so this time.

Nasir made another sound, and he knew Cody hear it. There was no way that he missed that one. His hand felt so cool and nice on his warm skin and he knew how rebellious and effective that hand was. Memory served him as a reminder of how it made him feel last time. “I’m willing…to make a bargain,” He said and swallowed hard. He really was going to this in front of Peter wasn't?

Cody’s hands moved further up his back, his thumbs massaging gentle circles on the skin. “What sort of bargain?” he asked in a low voice, moving even closer to Nasir. He could feel the heat radiating from him. He was just having so much fun reminding himself of howgood Nasir's body felt.

Nasir bit his bottom lip. He should stop Cody, he knew it, but he didn’t. He swallowed hard. Damn, Cody had totally gone down the Peter Hale school because this was a Peter tactic for sure. Had Cody told him about this? “I’ll unbuckle my belt, “ He paused and took a deep breath and then exhaled. “And take it off…it will lower and loosen my pants enough for your hands…you know,” He paused again trying to control himself while also replay the scene. “Feel more, but…you can’t touch… you know,” another pause and another breath. He was becoming redder and warmer by the second. It was just like last time “ If you behave…I’ll, no…I promise you a continu-ation on a later date.”

Cody hummed, gently drawing his nails down Nasir’s back as if it was the first time “I think that sounds just fine by me,” he said. Things were progressing the way he wanted them to, and way faster than last time, and he was more than pleased with it. The scent of arousal was just too tweet. As his hands moved around to undo Nasir’s belt, he moved forward the last bit until his hips were almost pressed against Nasir’s. He was hard in his jeans, and he hoped the werewolf could feel it as he undid the belt and slid his hands down to cup Nasir’s naked cheeks.

“G-good.” Nasir said, feeling a little relief the other agreed. Like last time however he started way to soon. Nasir feel out of breath as Cody went around him and removed the belt that he was planning to do so himself. “Wait!” he said, not feeling ready to give that much control to Cody. He knew he did last time, but he was still not too use to that with him. When he felt the other’s cock and his hands? His mind freezed as the size and weight of Cody’s cock dominated all over his mind. He was ready to stop him. He couldn't do this with Peter around! He bit his lip down even more and came back to reality as he felt his jeans loosen up. The lowered down enough to reveal Nasir’s tail bone and a little more and release enough space for both of Cody’s hands to fit and still have space for more. From the front it was enough to reveal the mount of public hair and base of his cock. He felt more expose than he thought and he was going to pull his jeans up so they wouldn't fall. However, Cody put his hands down his jeans and cupped his ass and he couldn’t help but moan, actually moan, clear enough for Cody and Peter to hear. His member twitched and Nasir found himself putting his hands back towards the wall again. He was feeling a little overpowered.

The moan went straight to Cody’s dick, which twitched in his jeans. He almost moaned himself as he felt the soft skin of Nasir’s bottom. “That’s it,” he whispered, gently spreading his cheeks. “Not so bad, is it? Fuck, you already feel so incredible. I really forgot how fucking good your ass is.” He didn’t want to push too far yet, so he merely massaged and spread his cheeks. And then, on a whim, Cody leaned forward and kissed the back of Nasir’s neck. He thought he could control himself like last time, but he was having a really hard time doing so. This was such a major reason why he preferred Nasir over Peter.

Cody oepned Pandora’s box again because the siren was sure not to waste time. He easily forced another moan out of Nasir when he spread his cheeks. It was like last time all over again, which made the werewolf even warmer as the memories washed over him. Knowing what was coming next just made him even more excited. He squirmed and move his hips a little forward as he felt his cock growing and rubbing against the hard fabric of the denim. His movements pushed the jeans a little more down, revealing more of his behind for Cody. He wished he had something to say, but he didn’t. No surprise there.

Cody couldn’t believe how easy it was to turn Nasir into putty. He laughed a bit, and then moved his hands slightly forward. He rubbed his thumbs over Nasir’s hip bones, and then stopped at the edge of his pubic hair. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” Cody said, before biting the skin just behind Nasir’s ear softly. It may have been ridiculous to ask since they had already done this before, but Cody still respected a sense of boundaries; even if they were pretending for this to be the first time.

Nasir exhaled, hard. He then felt another wave of relief when Cody stopped. He wondered why and why was he laughing. He then felt his finger and he looked over his shoulder just when he nipped his ear. He swallowed whatever sound threaten around his throat. Relief was gone. ”What…are you planning to do?” He asked, knowing it was a stupid question. He preferred his hands around his ass. “Did he say you could touch my cock?” He asked, despite that he did last time. His cock wanted him to, which was why it twiched and leaked pre-cum. "Sorry that's stupid to ask."

Cody did stop, because he didn’t want to push this too far yet. But he did chuckle and bite at the base of Nasir’s jaw. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he said, moving his hands back to Nasir’s ass. "But he just said to do exactly what we did last time so..." The words fell in a seductive tone as he peeked at Nasir's ass again. The werewolf’s jeans dropped just a bit again, and Cody’s cock twitched. "Damn..."

Nasir pouted as the other bit his jaw, but instead of giving a smart ass answer he started to wonder about the moment and how to get more into it. “You want me that bad?” He said under his breath as one of his hand reached down and slowly pulled at the button of his jeans and pushed it off, pulling his jeans down to his inner thighs, showing his full ass to Cody. His cock was almost fully in display, but only if Cody leaned even more forward.

Despite Nasir’s noises, despite him lowering his jeans even further, Cody kept his hands on the werewolf’s ass and hips. If he played his cards right, this could go further than last time. The thought of having sex in an alley was one hell of a sexy idea that he wanted to try. Maybe Peter wouldn't allow it, but he was willing to try. “Perhaps I do want you that bad,” he said, rutting his hips forward slightly so Nasir could feel his cock. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Nasir held the groan or moan or whatever sound that wanted out. He just looked over at Cody, and found him even hotter than last time. His cock started to leak pre-cum. He had some amount of lust in his eyes. Cody knew it. he knew that Nasir could let him pass that invisible line and fuck him right there, right now if he let him. He just needed to say it. As soon as he gave consent, he knew Cody would not waste his time and act. “I’ll let you know….but not now.” He said and reached back, putting one hand on Cody’s hips. But they didn’t remain there. His fingers gently reached for the zipper and slowly lowered it down. “You need some relief too, right?”

Cody inhaled sharply, surprised that Nasir was taking control to undo his zipper. No he was actively participating in this whole scheme and it was pretty damn hot. “You do too,” he replied. One of his hands moved up to gently run through Nasir’s hair. “We could take care of that together, you know. All you have to do is turn around.” Cody suggested with a purr.

Nasir was proud that such a movement caused such a reaction out of him. He could make some moves too! And maybe that was what gave him the confidence to refuse. “We can, but not the way I would like. I promise I’ll make it worth your time.” He said pushed his fingers gently into the jeans through the zipper, but didn’t touch his cock. “Can I pull it out?” He asked.

Cody pulled his hand from Nasir’s ass and placed it against the wall, still leaning into him. “Yes, you definitely can.” This was somewhat how he expected this to turn out since it really was like last time, but he wasn’t upset about it. He kissed Nasir’s neck and shifted his stance so his jeans wouldn’t fall completely down.

Nasir felt victorious, like he was getting some payback now. He gently pulled Cody’s hard cock out and his eyes went nearly wide when he remembered how big and long Cody was. Peter was long, but Cody was a longer. He didn’t release his cock or stroke it. He just held it. When Cody kissed his neck and put his hand on the wall, he felt dangerously close to Cody. It didn't help the stript they were suppose to follow. He felt himself leaning close, his lips close to Cody’s. He hesitated at first, but then slowly kissed Cody. The hand finally left Cody’s cock and went up to reach his hair, keeping their lips together and the kiss slow and sweet.

"Impressed?" He asked with a huge smirk on his face. He loved seeing people's reactions to his cock. However, that moment quickly left Cody turned putty. He almost whimpered when Nasir kissed him. He returned the kiss. Nasir’s hand around his cock had felt incredible, but his lips…Peter was a very lucky man. “If you fuck as good as you kiss,” he mumbled against Nasir’s lips, “Sex with you is going to be mindblowing.” Cody told the werewolf.

He didn’t think the kiss was going to be that effective, but it had been. He himself enjoyed it“ I told you.” He said quite proudly. The hand on Cody’s hair lowered again to Cody’s cock. He guided it towards his ass, rubbing the head in between his cheeks and then let it go. The hand then went back to his hair and leaned into him again, starting another slow and sweet kiss.

Cody laughed. He might have felt his ego bruised, but he would ever let that happen, not even for a guy like Nasir. He was feeling too good. As he leaned into the second kiss, some of his self-control broke, and he kissed back hard.

Nasir was slightly surprised that Cody deepened the kiss, but he still kept the kiss going. He even sucked Cody’s tongue a little when he felt it.. He also back his ass a little, seeing for Cody to start rutting again. He knew they were going to get off now and that there wasn’t any turning back. He couldn’t believe he was doing this again. “Don’t like my ass anymore?” He asked as he broke the kiss.

Cody laughed and rutted his hips forward again, his cock rubbing between Nasir’s cheeks. “Of course I still love it,” he said. “I just thought you wanted me to focus up here.” He didn’t dare look down, because he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if he saw his cock so close to where he wanted it.

“Interesting excuse…” He groaned. He could feel the head of Cody’s cock press gently against his hole from time to time. It surely tempted him to go further as it made him leak more pre-cum and starting also to make him wet in another way. Nasir was starting to create slick, though not enough to leak out. He then realized that he was really turned by now, in a way he knew only a few people could make him. “I’ll commend you though…"

Cody nibbled at Nasir’s neck again, trying not to lose his control. "Thank you.” he said, moving his hand around to Nasir’s chest and slowly down. “But I do have limits, and I’m getting there. You’re so fucking hot.” He felt like next time would be so incredible that he didn’t want to ruin it by saying or doing something wrong.

Nasir moaned and slowly pulled him for another kiss. “Does that mean you won’t touch my cock?” he asked, his hand feeling cool againts his warm skin. He was producing more slick the more turn on he felt and he really liked how Cody touched him. “Or I can’t touch yours again?” He asked.

Cody had mostly been waiting for permission, and once given, he dropped his hand down to wrap around Nasir’s cock and stroke it. He chanced a look over Nasir’s shoulder, and groaned at the sight. And then the smell hit his nose. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his hips rutting forward harder. “You smell so good. Oh, Christ. I want to fuck you so bad.”

Nasir relesed another moan when Cody started to stroke him. He was feeling so good and then he moaned once again because while Cody got turned on by his scent coming from the slick, Nasir got, even more turn on by the pure scent of arousal coming from Cody. This in turn, made him produce even more slick and making his entrance even slicker. It was leaking out now of his hole, some running down his leg just as his pre-cum was coating Cody’s hand. He could feel the head of Cody’s cock pressing harder, now applying some pressure against the muscle, trying to come inside. He almost did, his hole flexing and opening for him, letting feel the inners walls for a second before pushing him back. “Tell me more…” He moaned, which was a sound that was being released more often. “Don’t…stop.” He said in between moans, feeling close, which might be the only reason why he had not just told him to do it because he was dying to.

The noise Cody made when Nasir told him not to stop could really only be described as a growl. It was low in his chest, and sent a shiver up his spine. His fist stroked Nasir’s cock faster, and his hips rutted harder, his cock feeling the wetness of his ass and desperately wanting to be inside. “I’ll open you up,” he said, his mouth close to Nasir’s neck. “Properly, I mean. Next time. Eat you out for a while, and then open you up finger by finger. Until you’re begging me to fuck you, until I can just slip right in.”

“And…”Nasir felt a little dizzy, Cody’s words playing in his mind as he pictured the whole situation. The strokes and thrust making it more vividly, a moan came after the next. His breathing grew shallow and he pushed his head a little forward, pressing against the wall. He used both hands to spread his ass even further. He could ever the sound of Cody’s cock opening his entrance with its head as he leaked even more. He could feel the weight of it in the outer reams. “I’m close…”

Cody desperately wanted to fuck him. He wanted it so bad that his cock was twitching every time he could feel the wetness of Nasir’s hole, adding to it with his precum. “Then,” he panted, “I’d bend you over, maybe against a wall like this, or on a bed cuz it’s always better on a bed, and I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your own name.”

He didn’t know if Cody was close, but he knew he was and by the time Cody had finished wording his desires, Nasir experienced his orgasm. The combination of the image and the physically of what they were doing was just enough to drive him over the edge. Ropes of cum flew into the wall and coated Cody’s hands as he moaned.

Cody held his breath when Nasir came, just to fully experience it. He watched over Nasir’s shoulder as he painted the wall, and listened to his moans, and felt his body tense. It was all too much. Cody grasped Nasir’s hips, thrusted forward, and came with a choked groan. All of his cum covered Nasir's leaking hole as his cockhead rested on his hole.

#para: Where We Left Off part 2

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dm-foodqueen · 3 years

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Empty

After Nilas death, Nikolas is left all alone again to ponder emotions.

"When we are alone... there is just nothing. Alone we are nothing. Alone we are not special. But as soon as there is at least one other person, there will be something. Suddenly we will be unique. Suddenly we will be someone. Suddenly there will be thought. And of course, there will be jealousy, anger, conflict. But most importantly there will be difference. There will be change. There will be possibilities to learn and to grow as a person. And with time, we will be able to understand each other and accept one another. Meeting more and more people will allow you to see the world differently.”

This weird girl was sitting on the ground next to him, her red hair was still a mess from sneaking into his dungeon. She said her name was Nikola. He could not understand her. At least she appeared to be smart for her age. She could not have been much older than him. She said she wanted to meet him, that she was searching for him. “Your Nikolas, right? Everyone is so excited to meet you! So why not go upstairs and greet them for a change?”, is what she had said after finding him in the depths of the Blue Order. What an odd girl. She was dressed in fine blue and grey clothing. He had seen this kind of clothing before. It was similar to what the guards of the Order wore under their armor. Nikolas felt the need to sigh but restrained himself from doing so. If Danish found out he would get scolded again. This was not worth it.

“I am this worlds savior. I cannot allow myself to become tainted. I must stay pure, otherwise this world shall fall into ruin.”, the boy said in a neutral voice. She did not know any better. The importance of the situation must be explained to her.

The girl tilted her head to the side, her blue eyes looking at him with an expression he has seen on the adults so many times before. What is that? “So, you're supposed to help people and to save the world? Well then tell me how you are going to do that, if you don't know them? if you don't know the range of emotions they went through? If you haven't seen their nightmares? If you don't speak their language? If you've never heard their voices?”, her voice had lost the cheerful tone from her introduction. She suddenly sounded different. He could not place this new tone of her voice.

“I am going to take all this pain from them. They will only need to know what I know, which is eternal peace.”, Nikolas explained. That poor girl. She must be so confused.

“I know Danish thinks this is the right way. But shielding you from the world, having you be alone for all your life, having you learn to feel nothing at all is not going to help anyone. It's only going to hurt you in the process. I don't want that for you, Nick.”, the girls voice was trembling. His mother’s voice sounded similar whenever she came to visit him in the dungeon.

“I am not hurting.”, he stated. “ ... I don't understand you.”. Why was she so invested in this? Why could she not understand that he had to stay down here?

“You are hurting. You are sad. You are lonely. You are miserable. I know you are. Because I’m the same. What do we do that for?”, tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. The boy did not understand, neither did he have an answer for her. She is wrong.

After Nikolas did not answer her for a while, she whirled her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. “I promise you - I will find a way to sneak in here. You don't have to be alone anymore. I beg you, let me fix this”. After that she silently started to cry. _______________________________________________

Why am I thinking of this now?

Nikolas Sandler, the former hero of Jolia and future personal advisor of Lord Cullen, Master of Magi and member of the Lords council, was standing alone in the dark, empty room in the depths of the dungeon that has been his prison for all his life.

Now that the war was over, he had to stay here again. He would not be allowed out anymore. And why would he not want to stay in here? He was no hero. He was not part of a prophecy. He is not going to help anyone. He could not even help her. He could not save her.

Being alone again will be good. Because being with others had led to nothing but... What is this feeling called? Disappointment? Maybe that was it. There is no way he would know. What he did know was the following: Being with those five felt great. It was like Nila always said: they were a family. Of course, that would not last. Family was nothing but trouble anyway.

She died. He vanished. The other had to grow up to become the lands Lord now. And they… They betrayed him both.

How could I not see this coming?

She killed her. He protected that murderer and left him. That was why they always said he was not allowed to be with others. It would mark him. It would drain him. They were not there for him. They were there to gain something from being with him.

Well, this child's play will end now. It will just be himself and his thoughts. … Strange. Just what is this feeling?

Don't be sad. I will make sure you won't be alone. Because now you have me. And I will never betray you. Those idiots were nothing but a nuisance anyway. You were right to tell them off. Your sister’s loss is a tragedy. Let's make sure something like that will never happen again.

There it was again. This weird voice in his head. It was not there before. But one day, after her death, he woke up and it would be there. Right. So that is why he was still not feeling normal.

“I want you gone.”, he said, his voice being nothing but a hiss.

With me gone, you won't be able to know your own thoughts anymore.

“I do not want to think. I do not want to feel. Just leave me alone.”, he spitted out those words. He could not wait to go back to feeling nothing. Why did this voice still have to linger?

We are already bound. We made a deal. But I shall wait and return to you when you need me. But you *will* keep your end of the bargain.

This again. The voice did not make any sense, just make it stop!

“I never made a deal. And if you are only going to use me, I will not be needing you. Now do not make me repeat myself. Leave me alone.”. The man’s voice had turned into a growl by now, he was losing his patience.

As you wish.

And with that, there was silence. For the first time in many years there were no other voices. But something was not right. He should feel nothing. But...

This feeling... It is still there? I should not feel anything. ... Am I broken?

Maybe this feeling has already been there, even way back when. Just what was this feeling? Nila once said he felt sad. So, is this sadness? No, he has been sad before. This was nothing like that.

For a while he wandered around in the dark void, trying to find answers. And then he came to a sudden stop. A memory flashed before his eyes.

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Nila was there. She had been crying for days. But this time, she was not crying when she came to him. She was not talking much. She was not eating anything from the food she brought him.

"I just feel... Empty, today. I'm sorry. I'll be better. Right now, I just don't have the strength to cry anymore.", she said, putting on a fake smile.

"Are you tired?", he had asked her. He had learned to care for her. This behavior was unusual and worrisome. He wanted his sister to be alright, she already had been trough so much. She deserved better.

Nikola shook her head. "Exhausted. But I don't have the strength to care right now. I didn't mean to bring you down. But I really didn't want to be alone with that right now. Feeling empty is the worst thing, I'd rather not feel anything at all."

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Empty, huh. Guess I deserve this.

#dungeons-and-dice-campaign #short story #Nikolas Sandler (NPC)#Nikola Danish (NPC)#flashback #this is 3 pages i am so sorry

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 4 years

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The Baby Project || M.YG || 17

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : What happens when you and Yoongi are supposed to take care of a baby for a month?

Wordcount: 1.2k

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" Alright, so I didn't think this trough good enough. But your bed is big enough for two people. I'm thinking that Yoongi can sleep on an inflatable matress, I don't really care where. Just not the bathroom, please. You two can figure it out from here right? If not, please don't wake me, wake my wife instead. Good night kids." Yoongi blinked as your dad stepped into his bedroom, ruffling your hair and yawning on the way in.

Meanwhile you were trying not to laugh at what was happening, the look on Yoongi's face was priceless.

"Is your dad always like this?" Yoongi asked once he closed his fish gaping mouth.

" Yep, he is." Your sister pursed her lips as she walked by to her own room.

Yoongi once again blinked in response.

"So we can't be a cuddle puddle?" Jaehyuk pouted as you and Yoongi were pumping up the inflatable matress.

" Not today buddy." Yoongi ruffled his head.

" Why not?" Jaehyuk asked, holding his Mickey by his left ear.

" Mum's parents don't want us to. And you're supposed to respect elders so we'll listen to them." Yoongi shrugged.

Jaehyuk either ignored the answer or accepted it, and the inflatable bed was now up too.

" Can I sleep here too? This bed feels funny." Jaehyuk asked jumping on the inflatable bed. Yoongi laughed.

" Sure." It didn't take long before both you and Jaehyuk dozed off.

You enjoying the amount of room you have in your bed while Jaehyuk is cuddled up by Yoongi. Yoongi ran his hand trough Jaehyuk's hair as he looked at him, his eyes softening as he he looked at him before looking at you. He smiled in the dark of the night before the smile slowly faded.

I hope mum will be just as accepting as Y/N's mum is. Yoongi tough before eventually dozing off to sleep.

" Dada wake up! We're going out for breakfast!" Jaehyuk yells woke Yoongi up, enthusiastically jumping on the older.

" Yah Hyuk, calm down.-"

" Morning sleeping beauty, I was wondering on how to wake you up." You greeted him from the door openingopening with a fond smile.

He hummed in response.

" What would you have done if I didn't wake up?" Yoongi smirked while sitting upright, secretly hoping for the answer ' I'd kiss you'.

" What do you think I have a glass of water in my hand for?" You winked back at him, before mockingly taking a sip out of it.

" Now hurry up, we're going to Ikea. C'mon Hyuk, let's get you dressed." You opened the blinds, yet Yoongi couldn't find it in himself to complain.

Yoongi smirked to himself and shook his head before he got out of bed.

Once again, you had left him speechless.

" Wait where's Hyuk?" You asked as your whole family stopped walking.

" Yoongi, where's Hyuk?!" You panicked as you called your boyfriend, who was a few steps in front of you and your sister.

He looked confused for a moment before his eyes widen in realization.

" Please don't tell me we lost him." Yoongi brought out.

" Don't worry, we'll find him. We lost Anushka when she was his age here too. Like you can see, she's all good." Your dad tried to ease your worries, keyword is tried.

" That's not helping, dad." Your sister snapped at him for you.

" Hey, don't worry baby, we'll find your baby. Let's split up." Your mother suggested.

" Alright. You guys go back while we go forward?" Yoongi suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

" You know, I think you might even become a better dad than I am already, son. That doesn't mean that I won't break your ass if you hurt her tough-"

" Dad, stop threatening Y/N's boyfriend and let's hurry up already." Anushka scolded her father, who held his hands up in surrender before leaving to join his wife and daughter to walk the way back.

" Let's go love, if we're lucky he's still close." Yoongi rubbed your arm in a comforting manner before holding your hand and leading the way.

" Mummy, can I have this?" Jaehyuk turned around to ask you, before realizing that you weren't there.

" Mummy?" He asked, frantically looking around.

" Dada?" He tried again.

They didn't go here to leave me here right? Jaehyuk tough.

Before he knew it he started crying, holding the stuffed camel plusie he wanted to show you close to him before running around and trying to find you.

It didn't take too long before an employee spotted him, realizing that something was wrong as he walked past with a tear streaked face.

" Hey, kid wait up!" The seventeen year old woman yelled, starting to chase after him.

'Will Yoongi and Y/N please report to the service desk. Thank you.'

You and Yoongi's eyes widen as you heard the message trough the loud speakers all over the building.

The both of you didn't say anything, running straight to the service desk as asked.

" Hello, I believe our son is here?" Yoongi asked as the both of you made it there.

" Yoongi and Y/N, I suppose?" The worker, probably around sixteen, asked suspiciously, as if Yoongi was lying.

" Yes, that's us. Is he okay?" You asked, a panic in your eyes which Yoongi could only describe as motherly.

The worker raised an eyebrow at you before turning around, a 'one minute please' rolling off his tounge. A moment later he emerged with your little boy, who was still crying and clinging onto the camel plushie.

" Hyuk! Don't ever scare us like that again." You bent down with a small sniff as the boy ran into your open arms. The worker rolled his eyes.

" I didn't mean to mummy! I'm sorry! I just say this and wanted to show you!" Jaehyuk sniffed showing the camel to you before showing Yoongi.

" Oh, right. Speaking about that plushie, you either have to tell him off or you'll have to pay for that." The worker huffed uninterested.

Yoongi's jaw ticked.

" Can I pay by card?" Yoongi huffed, obviously annoyed.

The worker shrugged and the card machinr thingy let out a beep, signaling that Yoongi could pay.

" You know, if you can't take care of a kid, you shouldn't have taken one. You're both obviously too young for it." The worker said while Yoongi slammed his creditcard on the machine.

You could see a coworker of him look at him with an open mouth.

" Okay, listen up you disgusting uncultured swi-"

" Mr, ma'am, I am so sorry about my coworker's behavior. Could I offer each of you an ice cream as a sorry?" The same coworker showed up, apologizing over and over again for the boy's behavior.

"We have three other family members in here, get them ice cream too and I'll keep my bad review to myself." Yoongi huffed.

[ A/N: First of all, I'd like to say that the reader was calling the 16 y/o fella an uncultured, disgraceful, ugly,- jk also I'm working more these days so don't expect too many updates.]

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evengayerpanic · 4 years

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The Nomon Trap [1 of 9]

In celebration of finishing my first fic, combined with the start of season seven of The 100, I’ve decided to branch out and write a little fic for one of my other truest loves, Clexa and their little family of Madi and Aden. This fic is going to be extremely AU, a little crack!fic-y and based off the movie, The Parent Trap.

I’ll repeat, this is NOT supposed to be a good or accurate representation of either The 100, Clarke and Lexa, Madi and Aden, or the movie The Parent Trap. It literally was written to give me a little break from heavier and more intense fanfiction ideas, so please take it with a grain of salt. It’s all AU and just for fun.

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The sun arose on the mountain-side Camp Weather. Dozens of young nightbloods ran around the camp grounds, packs of clothing and weapons were slung over shoulders, as the children ran group to group, trying to find their bunk assignments, their friends and anything that would make them feel at home.

As the camp counsellor father-son duo of Thelonious and Wells Jaha went into their opening speech, followed by Wells calling out bunk assignments, a young girl watched as her bright yellow pack was brought from the camp buses to a pile of other packs.

“Good, found my pack!” She exclaimed, pushing dark brown hair out of her eyes, reaching in to grab it before suddenly six other packs were dumped on top. “Great, now the only question is how to get it.”

A small laugh was heard beside her, the young girl turning to find a similarly aged boy standing beside her. “You must be new here.” He fixed her a smirk.

“How could you tell?” The girl groaned.

“You didn’t know enough to grab your pack before it joined the pile. I’m Jordan Jasper Green, it’s my third year at Camp Weather... and I think, you might need help getting that pack out.” He explained with a grin.

“Madi Griffin, and yes please.” Madi smiled, as the two of them grabbed a hold of her pack, and pulled.

It did not budge an inch.

As the two watched, confused on how to pull out the bag, they saw from across the pile as a girl with her hair in pigtails and a jeweled wire headband was able to grab her own pack with one hand effortlessly.

“Now that’s my kind of Nightblood.” Madi remarked.

Jordan nodded his head, cupping his hand to his mouth. “Diyoza! Can we get a little help over here!”

The girl looked up, smile on her face. “Sure!” She moved over to them with a smile. “I’m Hope.”

“Madi. That yellow pack is mine.” She responded, watching in awe as the slightly older girl pulled it out quickly, handing it to her quickly. “Thanks!”

“Woah, you’re from the Ark?” Hope’s eyes went big, Jordan following suit as they hounded with questions.

“Did you guys really live in the sky?”

“Do you know A.L.I.E.?”

“Woah, woah, guys! I’ve never even met A.L.I.E. before! I live in Arkadia, it’s the camp that was made when the Ark fell? I never lived in the sky.” Madi smiled, throwing her arms up to stop more questions.

“That’s still so cool.” Hope murmured, Jordan nodding his head in agreement, before the sound of Wells Jaha calling Madi’s name had her ears perk up.

“Griffin. Madi?”

“Right here!”

“You’re in Skaikru!” He announced.

Jordan and Hope high-fived Madi with an excited shout of “That’s what we’re in too!” Before the three kids, cheered, and began marching off to their cabin.

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As the three children clambered on, an expensive looking car pulled up to the main cabins, opening the door to reveal a well-dressed man in strong looking armour helping a young boy get out of the car.

The boy was also quite well-dressed, his own armour on prominent display as he turned to face the man.

“Well, here we are, Camp Weather... Are you sure about this Aden?” The man questioned, narrowing his eyes at the sight of the cabins and children around him. “We traveled all the way from Polis for this?”

Aden could only laugh, fixing the older man with a bright smile. “Lincoln, Camp Weather is supposed to be one of the best for training Nightbloods.”

Lincoln frowned as he glanced around at the accommodations around them. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Besides...” Aden piped up, interrupting him. “Nomon went to Camp Weather when she was a bit younger.”

Lincoln bowed his head at his statement. “Speaking of your Nomon. She gave us a very specific list to check off once we got here.” He pulled out some paper, glancing it over quickly with a short grimace.

“Chainmail?”

“Check.”

“Gauntlets.”

“Check.”

“Swords and Shields.”

“Check, check.”

Lincoln stared at Aden with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Check for Swords, check for Shields, go on.”

“Breast plate, medium helm, sketchbook drawings of your Nomon, Fleimkepa, War Chief and of course, your trusty Scout... me.” Lincoln read the rest.

“I think I’ve got just about all of it.” Aden smiled, looking back at the man who served as beloved scout, body guard and strong male influence to him.

Lincoln put his arm out, the young boy immediately dashing into it as the guard crushed him to his chest for a tight and emotional (to Lincoln) hug.

“I will miss you hainofa.”

“Not as much as I’ll miss you, yontsleya.”

Aden grabbed his bags from Lincoln, and then grabbed the older man’s forearm, the man immediately grabbing his in return, their heads bowing together to just a touch before Lincoln pulled back. “Alright, Aden... Go on. Just remember, if you want to come home, I can be back to get you quickly.”

Aden smiled. “I’ll be fine, I promise, maybe I can find someone here who also plays Karnöffel besides me?”

Lincoln let out a laugh, opening the door to the car and responding as he got in. “Maybe you can find someone who will kick your ass at it, hm?”

“I wouldn’t go that far!”

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That night at dinner, Madi was in line for dinner with Jordan and Hope. The three were piling on the different pasta salads, and chicken skewers, and grilled vegetables when Thelonious Jaha got beside Madi to help himself to the tuna salad bowl.

“Oh, sorry there kiddo. Just had to get some tuna salad. Try some!” The camp owner exclaimed.

“No thank you, I’m allergic to tuna.” Madi replied, flashing him a smile before running off to her table.

With that, Thelonious turned to his other side. “How about you, would you like to try some tuna salad?”

Aden looked up from where he was piling hot dogs and some macaroni onto his plate, his friends Adria and Tris seemingly having disappeared to their table. “Oh, sorry, I can’t... I’m allergic, but thank you!”

Thelonious narrowed his eyes, staring for a second. “Weren’t you just... I’m sorry, you look very similar to a little girl that was just here.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as he turned to check behind him as well. “Do you have a sister or something?”

“I’m an only child, sir! Aden Woods, from Trikru!” The boy immediately stood in a salute, before grabbing his plate to go join his friends. “Good day, Sir!”

Thelonious shook his head for a moment before returning to the tuna salad, scooping another spoonful onto his plate before he murmured to himself. “Maybe I’m getting too old for this?”

“Pardon me, sir?” A voice broke out from his left, the older man turning to see the first girl with him again.

“Now wait a second, weren’t you just a boy from Trikru?” Thelonious’ mouth dropped open in disbelief.

Madi’s eyes widened. “A boy?! You’ve lost it, Mr. Jaha.”

Thelonious turned once more, away from the girl to check behind him for the boy and when he couldn’t see him, he turned back to Madi mid-sentence to say “Yes, I suppose I ha-” only to find that she had also left him as well and he was alone.

“Thelonious, you are losing it.” He murmured before scooping one last spoonful of tuna salad on his plate.

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It wasn’t until the next morning that Madi Griffin and Aden Woods came face to face with each other.

It had been a rather uneventful morning; Madi, Jordan and Hope had been in swordplay all day with Madi kicking every challenger’s butt, being declared the victor over and over again to her delight.

Aden, Tris and Adria had decided to go for a canoe ride before their way back to the mess hall saw Wells Jaha declaring Madi Griffin the winner again, and asking if there were any more challengers for her.

“You should do it Aden!” Tris exclaimed, nudging him.

“Oh Aden, you’d totally kick her butt!” Adria agreed.

He shook his head with a laugh, turning down their offering. “Nomon taught me that the blade was only for killing, not playing.” He repeated solemnly.

“It’s like training, come on Aden!”

Throwing his hands up, the eleven year old boy lamented. “Okay! I’ll do it, I mean, Nomon never has a problem with training. It builds character!”

Moments later he was suited up properly, a full helm and chainmail on his frame as he was handed a blade.

The fight was a lengthy one; Adria, Hope, Jordan and Tris all cheering on their respective friends as the two danced across the battle ground, both showing a large amount of skill and strategy in their swings.

Every lunge that Madi made was effortlessly sidestepped by Aden, and every swing that Aden made was easily dodged by Madi. As Aden caught Madi’s blade with his, the girl quickly spun and he fell into a haystack, his blade getting caught for a moment as she quickly tried to land a thwack onto his armour only to fall short as he diverted backward.

Catching his blade and pulling it free of it’s hold, Aden jumped to an upper deck of the battle ground, Madi leaping seconds later. The two played cat and mouse, twisting and turning to switch who was on the offensive and the defensive until Aden was backed into a corner. Madi lunged forward with an “Got you!” Aden dropped to the ground as Madi sent herself flying overtop the bannister and into a water trough.

“I am so sorry!” Aden immediately shouted, leaping forward to help Madi out of the trough, only for the girl to grab his forearm and drag him in after her.

As the cheers of the crowd died down, Wells Jaha pulled the two children out of the trough, holding Aden’s arm as the victor to the screams of his friends.

“Okay, you two, that was a great match. Shake hands!”

The two grumbled, pulling of their helms and dropping them with a gasp as steely eyes met steely eyes. The crowd of children around them went silent, watching as the two stared at each other in shock.

“Hayon!” Aden murmured, as Madi glared at him.

“What’s everyone looking at?” She said coldly.

Aden raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you see it?” At her blank look, he continued on, his heart racing in his chest. “We look just like each other! Same eyes, same jawline, same freckling and complexion.”

Madi laughed, taking a step forward, her arms crossed over her chest. “You think that I look like you?”

The boy nodded, shrugging his shoulders, as his two friends joined in standing behind him supporting.

“You wish.” Madi practically growled. “My eyes are most crystal than yours, and my jaw... definitely more defined. You have far too many freckles, and as for your complexion?” She paused, as Jordan and Hope stood behind her as well, glaring at Adria and Tris. “You look like you’ve been in the sun too long, you’re blotchy.” She finally smirked.

Tris let out a hiss. “Want me to rearrange her face?”

Aden held out his hand, stopping her immediately. “I’ve got it... you’re right Madi, we could never be like each other. I mean the real difference, is that I know how to swordfight better than you... or maybe it’s the fact that I have honour and you don’t.”

With tension so thick you couldn’t cut it with a chainsaw, the two preteens glared daggers at each other as Wells held his hands out to stop their fight. “Come on guys let’s break it up... Aden, Madi... Madi, Aden... Woah, you do look really alike.”

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Blood, tears and sea breeze

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Hi, I'm changing the format of my links to the other chapters because I'm running out of space, I took forever I know, but I hope you like it.

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Chapter 9: Red Fire

In the middle of a dirty road a blue BMW 3 series belonging to Jonathan Norbury was surrounded by at least half a dozen of agents, when Hardy arrived however they couldn't tell him anything important, except that the suitcase was neatly packed and had some documents inside.

"Something in the glove compartment?" He asked one of the guys that was classifying the findings.

"A two way train ticket to London, tuesday at 9:00 am and back Sunday at 5:00 pm" he start, and showed him the evidence bag, "Condoms, a lighter, and some spare change" He listed and he momentarily observed the bags, and a small black tube call his attention.

"What's that?" He said picking it up and examining the object "Give me a pair of gloves"

He opened the bag and take out the cylinder, it was a lipstick he opened and could see the worn out product of a bright shade of red. And he looked at the cap one more time, it had engraved "My Goddess" over the brand logo.

"Big spender huh?" The agent said.

"What do you mean?" Harford said looking as puzzled as Alec at the lipstick.

"It's a Giorgio Armani lipstick, in the shade Red Fire but it's personalized, you can ask for engraved gifts in that brand, it's quite expensive" He look a little embarrassed by their even more curious look "My daughter makes YouTube videos" He said trying to explain himself "I listen to what she says and help her buy stuff" and then in a professional voice he add "It was under the passenger seat"

"Well, make sure is classified and don't take it home, is not your tone anyway" Harford said trying to joke with the officer and hide a proud grin when Hardy hide a small laugh.

SOCO Brian Young was enjoying lunch with his girlfriend, and even when her mind was still on the case she was trying to be polite enough to have a light conversation with him.

"Have you thought of what I asked you?" He said after the waiter left their food on the table, it was a nice quite terrace, but Ellie's mind was somewhere else.

"Ahh yeah, I have" she said a bit blindsided by the question "Look Brian... I have loved our time together and I know it makes sense to move in together..."

"Move in together?" He asked trying to sound surprised by her remark, preventing the upcoming disaster "No, I meant of spending next weekend away on the City,I mean you are going to need a break and I'm sure Tom will like it"

"Oh" She sighed in relief "Sure, I mean I hope this is clear by then, but I will love too, I'm sure my boys will like it" She was about to add something about his other proposal but then the reflection of a pair of sunglasses caught her attention "Would you excuse me just a second I have to use the bathroom"

He nodded and watched as she walked away thinking that maybe it was for the best to give her more time if that meant more chances to get the answer he hoped for. Because besides everything he was in fact falling in love with her.

"Excuse me, madam." Ellie said to a woman that was fixing her make up in the mirror "Are you the principal from Broadchurch Primary School?" She said politely, not entirely sure about what had driven her to speak up.

"Yes, I'm Annabel Saunders, pleasure to meet you" She was an older woman probably in her fifties, yet she had a proper way of talking, and a slightly Scottish accent "You are Ellie Miller, Mother of Thomas, I remember you from a few years ago. How can I help?"

"I'm so sorry to ambush you like this, but I was wondering about one of your employees, Miss Y/L/N, and what could you tell me about her, when was the last time you saw her?" She said.

"Well last Friday of course, she ask me permission to leave early, poor thing, had a terrible headache, I suggest to take her home but she said a friend was picking her up. And since she had to work the weekend with the elderly and the troublemakers I left her go, who could have thought of what was coming to her?" She said changing completely Y/N recollection of the facts.

"So you didn't saw her last Sunday?" Ellie asked trying to not sound alarmed.

"Oh no Detective, some of my personal works the weekend with special classes for the old, or to regulate their students. But I'm not always present. I'm sorry is that important? I have her assistance card at the school, you can go look at it, I'm heading there" She said and Ellie nodded yes, before going away to make an gave a hurried excuse to Brian.

Mark Latimer was playing with Lizzie and Freddy in backyard, while Beth took pictures on her cellphone, it was simple and beautiful domestic pleasure, one that you never got to experienced, and now you'll never will, your mind said and the tears fight to cloud your view again.

It was curious, you haven't make your mind about the kids thing, but Jonathan did, maybe it was another excuse to keep you inside of the house, but maybe you wouldn't mind to have a beautiful baby with his eyes... no you couldn't keep like that, you centered your attention in thee dishes that you offered to wash since your stay had been prolonged now that detective Hardy haven't found somewhere else for you to stay.

Alec Hardy, you have listened to him screaming trough the door in Dr. Florence waiting room the Wednesday of the previous week "AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO KNOW ABOUT MY SEXUAL LIFE OR MY FAMILY" but it wasn't his fault, therapy could be a nerve wrecking experience.

Nevertheless you couldn't forget the first time you saw him. It was Sunday after the bar incident, and you made an appointment with the shrink to calm down Jonathan and for Ashley sake.

He was there wearing a cozy navy blue sweater, it was nicer than his usual suits, but he was too focus pretending to read a magazine to pay attention to you. Not like you wanted him too, but since he had picked Freddie a couple times at the primary school you have been curious about what could be so sad in his life to have that expression on his eyes.

It was finally your turn, and you stand up to get inside, maybe the sudden movement made him react but for a brief moment his eyes were on you and you couldn't help it and gave him a smile, and he take you by surprise smiling back. But before he could say something Jonathan was already arguing with Dr. Florence to get inside.

He was like that when he cared about something, ridiculously obstinate, like with his electronic shop, when he spend two weeks building some benches for the church, and wanting to marry you against his mother wishes...

"Shit!" You had press a wine glass to tight and it broke in your hand making a cut on your palm, and the blood began to spurt rapidly, it was so red, like Jonathan's blood in your wooden floor, like his shirt... who was that?

You tried to found a paper towel to stop the bleeding, and suddenly a succession of memories invade your head, he was wearing a red shirt and smell like bourbon and coke, he smiled at you at the club... bur you couldn't place his face, and then Jonathan was screaming at Ashley at home, it was all your fault.

And now he was dead, that was also your fault, You did this a voice keep saying in your head, No I didn't, I didn't, please stop saying that... you keep repeating it, but the voice screams louder, and the pain in your hand is growing, the memories begin to swirl in your head, the letter the two pages crumbling in your hands, Jonathan's car, where have you left it? And you couldn't keep this thoughts from coming to your mind, and your inner voice was not strong enough to make them stop so you had to scream.

"IT WASN'T ME, I DIDN'T, I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT"

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Kurt’s Mail Order Bride 4

Cowboy!Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) x Mutant!OC

Descriptions: Old westAU In about 1900 Germany, Kurt has heard stories about the wild west and dreamt about being a cowboy for a long time. When he’s brought over to America and sent to live with Logan he’s excited, until he learns what hard work a ranch actually is. Logan knows a woman will set him straight from his shenanigans, and brings one back. Kurt hopes for love, but they can’t seem to get along.

A/n- So, somehow, I had started separating this into double chapters...? Not quite sure how that happened, but, fixed from here on out. Honestly, good thing I check through these; I get to a part and am so confused, like, wtf...? Why are they doing x, we shouldn’t be that far... no... they definitely shouldn’t be doing x in chapter freaking four... lol. So, shorter chapters, but the pacing is better.

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“Don’t know if you should take him into town, ‘sall,” Logan grunted.

Kurt looked back to Beth from the ceiling beam as she answered, “He’ll stay in the wagon.”

Kurt looked back to Logan.

“You’re gonna get him caught, and who knows what’ll happen to the two of us when the town finds out about us.”

Beth turned from the stove to look at him, her back straightening to her full height as she folded her arms and looked down at him with an unmovable stare.

Logan stood and glared at her, but she was unmoved.

Kurt watched the tense staring contest, not wanting to butt in.

“Said no,” Logan finally grunted and left, Beth staring after him.

Beth stood there for a moment before turning back to the counter and continuing rolling the bread dough.

Kurt dropped from the beam and sat in a chair. “I wish I would have been able to see the town…”

“We’ll leave after lunch tomorrow,” she told him.

“What?” Kurt asked, looking up at her.

“I said that we’ll leave after lunch tomorrow.”

“But, Logan said no…”

Beth shrugged.

“You- you’re going to take me with you against his will?” Kurt asked, surprised at her bravery.

“He is your benefactor, so he does have a degree of say over what you do, but he is not your father, so he does not rule you.”

“What about you?” Kurt asked.

“I pull my own weight around here. He has no more say over me than he does the dog; as long as it does it’s job, it’s free to do as it pleases.”

Kurt felt a respect for her growing. She was standing up for him, although he wasn’t sure if it was more as a mother or older sister…

He’d thought he’d have to stay on Logan’s farm for the rest of his life, but now he was going to be able to go into town…

“We just have to get our chores done before we go,” she told him.

Kurt dumped the last bucket of water into the trough, wiping his forehead before teleporting back to the well and putting the bucket down.

The cattle were watered, the cow had been milked, Beth was dressing to go into town, although he wasn’t sure why she needed to change clothes, and the chicken was in the oven, cooking low and slow to be delicious for dinner.

Kurt waited on the front porch where Beth had told him to, and looked up as the large wagon pulled up close. He blinked in surprise to see it with the arched covering on it.

“You put the top on?” He asked.

“Well yes-”

“You are afraid for people to see me,” he accused.

Beth’s brows raised. “What?”

“You put the top on so no one would be able to see me. You are worried that someone will see me and attack you, or run you out of town,” he accused again, thinking of the times he’d tried to go into town with the other circus performers when he was younger.

“Kurt, stop,” Beth told him, and his name leaving her lips in that soft sweet way she spoke made him stop. “I put the top on so that you didn’t overheat. The sun is out bright, and it’s liable to be burning if you have to sit in it for hours with no protection.”

Kurt blinked. “Oh…” he murmured sheepishly.

He climbed into the back and sat close to the front so he could see where they were going, but didn’t have to look at Beth.

He was embarrassed that he had spoken out like that when she had only been trying to make him more comfortable.

It took quite a while to get to town, and when they did, Beth turned and poked her head into the cover.

“Kurt, I have quite a bit of shopping to do. Enjoy people watching,” she told him with a smile.

She stood and climbed down, straightening her dress before tying the horses and starting off.

Kurt looked out through the hole opening in the back, watching the town folk wander back and forth.

The men were dressed nicely in mostly dark colors with chaps over their jeans, jackets open and loose over their shirts to let in the air, hats of mostly the same dark brown color. The ladies walked about in nicely ruffled, long dresses that accentuated their corset slimmed waists.

Kurt thought back to that he had not seen Beth in anything like these dresses, only seeing her out in her loose shirt and skirt, having the freedom of movement that these dresses wouldn’t afford her for the work she did.

Time passed, as did many more people, and Kurt grew bored.

He turned and looked through the front of the wagon, seeing a large array of candies and fabrics through the shop window. He raised a brow, thinking that some of the candies looked delicious and wondering if he would be able to persuade Beth to get some for him.

“Kurt, will you take these?” Beth asked from the back, and he turned and took the parcels that she was handing him. He looked over the things, but couldn’t tell what they were.

She left and came back a few more times, but as the sun started lowering in the sky, it became less crowded, and Kurt turned back to the front of the wagon and looked into the shop.

It was still a short while later when Beth started back, going into the shop in front of him and walking around, gathering more things.

Kurt watched as she started toward the door, a man starting to chase after her. His head snapped up at that, and his tail swished back and forth behind him. Beth continued from the store, the man following her. She stopped in Kurt’s view and he saw that her dress accentuated her figure like the other women’s did theirs.

His heart started beating a little faster, but his irritation grew at the man following her.

“I was also wondering, Miss Beth… Had you heard about the Fall Harvest festival? It’s next month, and I was wondering…” He paused as he looked at Beth for an answer.

“I haven’t heard about the festival,” she told him politely.

“She doesn’t want to go with you,” Kurt growled under his breath, although why he should care about whether she did or not escaped him.

“If you were free, I was hoping to ask you-”

“Jeremy,” Beth began. “I apologize, but I cannot make any appointments that far away. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be here; I am staying at a cattle ranch, after all, and we may need to drive the cattle south.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Jeremy agreed, backing away. “Sorry to bother you with it, but if you’re still here, don’t forget I asked first,” he told her, going back into the shop.

Beth climbed onto the wagon and leaned into where Kurt was sitting in a sour mood.

“What’s got you with a lemon face?” She asked.

Kurt looked up at her. “Nothing,” he grumbled.

“Well… I was going to wait until we got started out, but here,” she handed him a multi colored candy stick. “Travel candy.”

Kurt took it and stared at it, about to accuse her of treating him like a child, but saw that she also had one sticking out of her mouth as she looked to where she was turning the wagon down the road toward the way they’d come from originally.

When they got back, Beth pulled up the wagon and climbed down while Kurt gathered things and teleported them to the porch in a few jaunts. Beth watched in amazement, this being the first time she’d seen him teleporting other than the couple of times out of the corner of her eye. Kurt put down the last package and disappeared with a Bamf!

Beth looked around, but didn’t see any sign of him as Logan came out of the house, giving her a glare.

Beth held her head high, walked to the porch and picked up a package, walking past Logan asking, “are you going to help me carry these, or just stand there?”

Logan grumbled and picked up the packages.

Kurt laid on the roof, staring angrily at the darkening sky.

Why did seeing her like that make him feel something- why did seeing that man touch her arm to stop her from leaving make his stomach burn so? Why had he felt possessive and jealous?

He wasn’t, he reassured himself.

Why should he be jealous of that man she had brushed off? He felt a little happiness at that. Besides, that man hadn’t seen her in her undergarments, and he had, so he had a win on the man.

A smile crept onto Kurt’s lips at the thought.

Not that he cared, or was thinking that he was better off than that man for living in the same place as Beth, he quickly thought.

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disastrousbarnes · 5 years

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Not Without You (3)

Pairing: (Dad) Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: swearing(?)

Summary: Ever since Steve lost Angela he hasn’t been the same, live hasn’t been the same. The only reason he was still doing this was for his kids, because they need him. So when a new chance at love comes on his path, will he take it? Will either of them take it?

Authors note: This is written post endgame, by me, your fave depressed mess, so IDK how I feel about this chapter just yet. I do ,however, hope you guys enjoy it. FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND HONESTLY WANTED!

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Read Chapter 1 first! Read Chapter 2 first!

Chapter 3: A glass of scotch

“James, Barnes, Buchanen, Idiot fuck face, whatever you wanna call him” Sam said.

This comment caused Y/N to hit Sam against the chest and laugh. “Sam, you can’t just call him James, that’s disrespectful, you know he hates that.” She said, as if ‘idiot fuck face’ is total appropriate nice language Bucky would just totally love. “So Steve, it’s safe to assume you knew Bucky?”

Steve nodded, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that out of the blue all these memories and reminders of his best friend are coming to haunt him. “How did you know Bucky?” He asked, honestly curious how either of them knew him.

“We went trough training together. Career choices, within the military, let us down different paths, always stayed in touch.” Sam said, the way he talked about their experience together makes it sound so meaningless, sterol, but the tone of his voice was full of respect, love even.

Steve nodded, “Wow, so Barnes really did it. He joined the army.” If one of them wanted to join the army, it would’ve been Steve. He actually applied quite a few times. Always got dismissed, cause of his asthma.

Asthma, something he luckily grew over as he got older. He was also lucky enough to finally gain some weight. A lot of muscle, at that.

“Yeah, well the things we do for family.” Y/N said, this time around she was the one staring at her shoes. “It was uh, nice to speak to you mister Rogers, but I have uhm yeah stuff to do. Bye Sam.” She charged off, not giving either of the men a chance to react.

Steve watched her walk away. He was left pretty confused and as he turned around to look at Sam he noticed the other man looked, well, sad. Yeah that’s the right word, sad.

“What was that all about?” Steve asked, hoping to gain some more information. Y/N hadn’t even told him about her connection to Bucky.

Sam raised his eyebrows, “She’s just having a rough time. Plus she has 3 idiot teens at home, no way Y/N is leaving them unsupervised for to long.” He said with a laugh.

Steve wasn’t buying it for a second, I mean he believed she had teen boys at home. Scrap that he doesn’t believe that. But then again why would Sam lie? He really couldn’t believe that that was the reason she stormed off like that. Definitely not when she was the one that initiated the conversation.

“You know what Rogers, I have V.A. right now, but if you’d like to meet for drinks later, I’ll be at O’Malley’s around 8. Hope to see you there.” Sam shook Steve’s hand once more and walked away.

Steve wasn’t planning on going to O’Malley’s, he really wasn’t. He swears. Yet here he is, a little later then 8. Can’t risk being there before Sam. That would be embarrassing. That’s the way he felt when he waited in his car for 30 minutes to make sure he wasn’t early. Now, however, he was kind of regretting that decision and wishes he would’ve gone earlier. It’s rude to be late after all.

It wasn’t that hard to find Sam. The town in which they lived, sadly, had a very limited amount of racial diversity. So Sam was one of two black guys there. He was sitting at the far left corner of the bar. Nurturing something that looked like, Scotch?

Steve had thought him to be more of a beer kind of guy, but whatever.

“Hey, Rogers! You made it!” Sam said, he sounded genuinely happy to see him there. Also a little surprised, that was to be expected though, Steve hadn’t exactly been excited when Sam offered to meet him there.

Steve nodded, “Peggy, my oldest, was complaining that I never get out of the house anymore, so I figured, why not.” He was trying to play it off, like it was just something casual. As if he hadn’t been in social exile for these last few years. He totally had been.

Sam laughed, it wasn’t forced. Sam was perhaps the first person Steve had a conversation with since Angela died that didn’t treat him like he could break at anything that was said.

This became very clear when 4 beers in he jokingly said; “I bet you have a lot more closet space, you know now the missus clothing ain’t taking up all the space.”

Steve fell silent.

“Oh jesus Christ, fuck” Sam quickly realized what he had said, how wrong it was. “Steve I am so sorry I shouldn’t have. I am so-“

Steve cut him off mid-apology, “Please Sam, don’t apologize. You’re the first one to talk about her death like it isn’t some insane subject we can only speak about in serious sad tones. You’re the first one to talk about her in a way she would’ve enjoyed, a happy, funny way.” And Steve needed that. He didn’t say that out loud however. He couldn’t, not just yet.

“Oh okay, well no problem, I guess”

And in that moment Steve knew he and Sam would be friends. He really understands what Bucky sees in this guy.

Speaking of Bucky, “How does Y/N know Bucky?” Steve asks.

Sam’s entire posture changes, he looks way more uncomfortable then before. Tense even. “Y/N and Bucky, they’re married.”

Steve was right, she is Bucky’s wife. She’s a lot younger then Steve would’ve imagined, but he could be wrong, he doesn’t know her age after all. That doesn’t explain the sudden shift in Sam’s demeanor though. So Steve looked at Sam, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Well I guess I should say were married. God, I don’t think I can ever get used to that. Sometimes it just feels like a bad dream, like he’ll just walk trough that door. You know, like he used too, shit eating grin on his face, Y/N on his arm. He won’t, I just can’t believe he’s really dead. You know?”

It felt as if Steve’s heart stopped and time stood still right after those words left Sam’s mouth. Bucky is dead.

“What did you just say?”

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thedukedudeinadress · 5 years

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Something New - Chapter One!

Ships: Logicality, Prinxity, Remile

Chapter One: A little bird whispered

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Logan made his way through the crowd, “what is happening?” he quietly muttered to himself as he tried to get through the crowd in the otherwise so small & quiet town he had moved to about 3 years ago. As he came closer to the middle he saw him. The guy who caught everyone’s attention was Roman Williams, the famous actor looked as good as ever even when trying to blend in with his dark grey, slightly oversized, hoodie, & black, skinny jeans, ‘he was just to handsome not to stand out’ people often said. Personally Logan really hoped he was dreaming when the actor made his way to him with that innocent, sweet, apologetic look on his face he always made when they met.

“Logan!” He said, giving his friend a hug only to then turn back to the crowd “Please, everyone! You know me! I grew up here! Now give me some space to talk to my dear old friend over here!” People chuckled & most of them slowly started to leave.

“Oh, so the rumours are true! The one & only Roman Williams are” Logan made a short pause to make an ironic gasp “TAKING A BREAK FROM HOLLYWOOD”

“Oh, the birds fly quickly” Roman said with a smile on his face, Logan rolled his eyes over his friend’s stupid expression but did let a small laughter escape while they started walking down the street, now relatively easy to get forward on.

“I don’t know, it wouldn’t make sense for birds to whisper but sure, we can say a little bird whispered it. So! What brings you back to this small boring town from your dream life in Hollywood?”

“Oh..” Roman started, immediately loosing his smile & looked almost sad in a way that worried Logan, he knew that look “Well.. my brother’s daughter recently fell sick.. it looked pretty bad so he chose to move back here to be close to family.. for both her & his sake”

“Oh my..” Logan gasped “I am very sorry to hear that, Ro” Logan had seen a few pictures of Valerie, Roman’s niece, soon after the actor’s brother had adopted her. She wasn’t even 2 years old back then, now almost 6.

“WELL!” Roman began, trying to wipe off the sad look on his face with his hands “They say she’s getting better, slowly, but still!”

“Roman, look at me” Logan said as he hastily stopped, Roman following his commands “If there’s anything, and I mean ANYTHING, I can do to help, let me know. Okay?”

Roman started to cry as he hugged his friend & then slowly nodded as he tried to wipe his tears away, still hugging him from the side “Thank you, Lo..”

“Anytime. Roman” Logan said after pulling Roman into another hug. His friend didn’t cry often, never had, only while acting he cried if it wasn’t serious to him, which, despite his dramatic personality, wasn’t very often

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Patton walked back and forth in the hospital corridor, waiting for his brother. His thoughts was the only thing there & they were slowly but surely driving him insane. His baby was sick.. his wonderful, adorable & perfect daughter was sick.. not only the flu or something small like that, no. Sick sick.. as in seriously ill.. the doctor’s words were echoing in his head “she’s getting better for now, sir, she’s most likely going to be healthy enough to go home in a couple of months” he wanted to focus on that, he wished to focus on that.. she was getting better! But his brain had other plans for him. What if her health took a turn for the worse?! What if she all of the sudden just died?! What if-

“Pat!” Patton’s thoughts were interrupted by his brothers voice. Patton lent his attention towards his brother as he was trying to fight back tears but failing, “Pat!” Roman ran up to his brother and hugged him, “Pat, what’s wrong?! What’s happening?!”

Patton chukled through as tears were flowing down his cheeks “I- I don’t know, nothing I think. I- *hic* I just don’t know what to do!”

“Shh, there, there, Pat, just breath, okay?” Roman said patting his older but shorter brothers head.

“O-okay” Patton said, trying to follow his brother’s command, still tears falling down his cheeks “I just-“ he began but stopped when he saw a man standing behind his brother, watching them with melancholy, deep brown eyes, he gave him a smile, trying not to be rude. That smile could not be legal, Logan thought to himself, feeling his cheeks getting a little warmer.

“Oh! I’m sorry” Logan said when Patton’s ocean blue, sad eyes met his “Dr. Logan Sanders, pleaure to meet you, too bad our first meeting had to be in such a melancholy setting” he said, holding out his hand, Patton shook it without saying a word but he still smiled politely trough his tears. Yup, definitely not legal.

“Oh my!” Roman said dramatically “I’m so sorry, Pat! This is my college friend! We met on main street earlier & he ended up going with me even tho he doesn’t start working until later today. Logan, my brother, Patton”

“Sorry if I was storming in, Roman should’ve asked you before dragging me along” he said, rudely glaring at the actor.

“Oh, it’s fine” Patton said “I’m always open to more friends.. especially right now, heh” Patton said with a small smirk on his face. Logan laughed a short, quick laugh & if Patton hadn’t been in the middle of an anxiety attack he would most likely have been all red due to that beautiful, cute laugh Logan had.

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Roman was good at reading people, everyone in his inner circle knew that, obviously including Patton

“Sooo..” Roman said while they were sitting in the corridor after Logan had left to get some work done, they had visited Valerie but had to leave due to a check up

”What?” His brother said, now calm & collected.

“He’s pretty damn pleasing on the eyes, isn’t he?” Roman said in that teasing tone he always had when seeing his brother being intrested in someone

“ROMAN!” Patton said in a slightly offended but still silly tone “My daughter is sick! I’m not trying to find a partner!”

“Geez! I’m only teasing!” The actor said in the almost exact same tone as his brother just used “But you gotta admit, he’s pretty damn good looking”

“.......maybe” Patton said, feeling his cheeks getting warm.

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A/N: AHH! That was a new experience but I most certainly enjoyed it! Hope you’re interested in keeping reading this story! Now a quick shout out to the fic “It’s only logical” by @tinysidestrashcaptain for giving me inspiration for this!

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