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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Eddie doesn’t post much over Parents weekend. When he does post, it’s a picture to the Official Corroded Coffin twitter account of Wayne rocking a vintage CC sweatshirt (vintage as in Eddie made it for him before the band even existed).

Overly invested fans don’t have to fret though because whereas Eddie isn’t posting, the kids are.

Every year they fill out bingo cards with Very Specific Things that they think will happen over the course of the weekend and play to see who gets bingo first. This all plays out across their TikTok accounts because the rule is: if you don’t get a video, it didn’t happen (the rule was made after the cheating scandal of 2016).

The game is always centered around whoever is hosting so this round is Steddie-centric. So, no one makes it obvious that Steve’s mom clearly didn’t show up, but if you’re invested enough in his mama drama than you’d pick up on everybody’s effort to keep him engaged enough that he doesn’t really have to think about it.

(1) The first to get a piece on the board are El, Mike, and Lucas. They manage to catch on video Claudia Henderson fully lifting Steve off his feet when she hugs him. You get three different angles of Dustin next to them with the most ‘are you shitting me?’ look on his face because she hugged Steve first. This is a staple of these events. It happens every time. Everybody had it on their bingo cards but the others didn’t get it on camera.

(2) Will has ‘Karen says something that would’ve gotten Steve’s neighbor burned at the stake’ on his card. He posts a TikTok of Karen referring to Steve and Eddie’s salt and pepper shakers as ‘kitschy.’ Steve smiles and says, “I know! Eddie picked them out.”

(3) ‘Eddie stands on a table’ was banned from being on the card because it has happened at every single event ever. ‘Eddie falling off a table and being caught by Steve’ however? Very specific. Weird it happened. Lucas gets points, but also a little side eye.

(4)It’s not going to win Erica any points, but she posts a video of her mom talking to Robin about finding her a good man. Now, don’t get her wrong. Sue Sinclair’s LGBT+ ally-ship is only rivaled by Joyce Byers, but she never remembers that Robin is a lesbian and Robin is always too awkward to correct her. It’s like watching two robots have a conversation because Sue mentions that Dustin is single and Robin is just like, “And…short?”

Eddie is not in the video but you can hear his wheezy laugh next to her. Erica’s just like, “Would you use your inhaler or die somewhere else?”

(5)Dustin posts a video of Steve standing by the window, clearly lost in thought as he stares out at the road. You can see Eddie sneaking up from a distance but instead of scaring Steve, he takes him by the hand and spins him around so they’re facing one another. Dustin isn’t close enough to hear what they’re saying but you can hear him mutter ‘gross’ when Eddie presses Steve up against the window to kiss him.

Steve’s the one to pull Eddie towards the stairs going to the studio, but they don’t actually make it down them because Hopper pulls Steve away to talk to him. There’s an argument between the party in the comments of the video of if this counts as ‘Steve and Eddie sneak off to make out like teenagers in the studio’ because they don’t actually succeed in sneaking away.

(6) Every single person playing gets a video of Hopper looking at Eddie and asking if he’s on drugs. Eddie says, “I don’t doOoOo drugs, Dad. It’s just marijuana.”

Dustin gets an extra point for catching Steve’s eye roll. Eddie has repeated that phrase at least a hundred times since Dustin told him about the Russian elevator.

(7) Max and Dustin both score a point with ‘Steve and El pull a “prank” on Eddie’ and it’s just Steve very confidently claiming that he can roll a nat 20 easy-peasy just by rolling the dice in a special way. Eddie obviously calls bullshit and then Steve rolls a 20 three times in a row.

After the fourth time, Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve and then spins around until he spots El on the other side of the room and points at her like “YOU!!!” No one watching understands this video. There are fights in the comments about what the hell is even happening here.

(8) Max is the only one with ‘Eddie says ACAB’ on her card. She posts a video of her handwritten card and then pans the camera up to Eddie. They’re all sitting around a bonfire later in the evening. Steve’s practically in Eddie’s lap as Eddie says, “-exactly what I mean, ACAB! All cops are bastards!”

Steve: Not Hopper

Eddie: Especially Hopper! Are you kidding me? Do you know how much weed he stole from me?

(9) Mike catches Steve and Eddie sharing a cigarette on the front porch later that night. It’s only after someone edits the video to remove the sound of the wind that you can kinda hear Steve say ‘It’s just that this is kinda it, right? I opened the door and she slammed it in my face.’

Most of the conversation is inaudible, but Joyce catching them and taking the cigarette from them is not. Neither is her shooing them back inside and finishing the cigarette herself.

(10) The party members all end up staying the night and everybody sleeps in the living room since Hopper and Joyce have Steve and Eddie’s bedroom and Wayne has the guest room. Steve and Eddie sleep on the couch because Eddie’s back can’t handle the floor. Max and Lucas get an air mattress, and Dustin claims the other side of the couch with El since they’re the only single people there. Everybody else is on the floor

Max wins bingo with a one-two punch the following morning with Mike complaining that Steve stepped on him with his big ass sleepwalking feet and Dustin posting a picture to his Instagram of him, Claudia, and Steve with the caption “best moms a guy could have.”

#Eddie kinda waking up in the middle of the night enough to register that Steve’s not laying on top of him anymore but hears Hopper say ‘not #tonight kid’ and falls back asleep because he trusts that Hopper has it handled #meanwhile Mike is also awake because Steve stepped directly on his hand #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party

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sanjoongie · 11 months

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Bet!

❦ Pairing: Vampire Hunter! Reader (f) x Vampire! Jake (Enhypen)

❦ Genre: modern vampire au, co-workers to lovers? (think buffy and spike)

❦ Warnings: oral (f receiving), bite kink, exhibitionism, public sex, mentions of blood, hypnosis, death

❦Word Count: 1,195

❦Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

❦Summary: Jake makes a bet with you. If he can manage to make you cum then he gets to bite you too

❦Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland because they’ll always read what i write, no matter the cost :3 AND @beomgyusbabygirl for listening to me talk about it 😭

You were desperate to keep your hips from twitching upwards but it was almost becoming an impossible mission at this point.

“What’s wrong, Miss Vampire Hunter?” Jake drawled from between your legs, “I thought you said I couldn't possibly make you cum?”

How did you end up in this particular position, you may wonder? Jake was a vampire who was also your informant. If you needed to pursue a rogue vampire or investigate some questionable hypnosis situations, Jake was your go-to guy. Charming with his good boy looks but with a mouth dirtier than a whores, it was an easy choice to keep him an arm's length away. Especially considering the both of you were on two different sides of an on-going, underground war. But then Jake decided to take your distant attitude as a challenge.

“Have you ever been bitten?” Jake asked seemingly nonchalantly as he wrote down an address for you. Seems there had been sightings of a vampire who was luring a girl by pretending to be her dead boyfriend.

You sent him a look of disbelief that he couldn't possibly see, with his neck bent over the paper he was diligently writing on. “No? Why would you ask?”

Jake shrugged and handed you the paper. “It could have happened while you were staking one of us. I was just curious.”

You rolled your eyes. “Puh-lease,” You drew out the word into two syllables, “Like I’d be dumb enough to let myself get bit.”

Jake cocked his head curiously, tongue playing over his lip piercing. “You’re not even a little bit curious? Don’t you think you should know? To sympathize with the people you save or just to be aware of your profession?”

You shook your head. You moved to take the paper from him. “I don’t think half those vampires know how to bite without tearing your neck apart. Just like most men can’t perform oral.”

Jake frowned deeply. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He hasn’t let go of the paper yet.

“It means,” You frowned back at him, tugging at the paper, “Why would I let some bloodthirsty creature bite me when I can’t even trust a man to--JAKE, GIVE ME THE DAMN PAPER!” You shouted in frustration.

A teasing smile pulled at his charming features. “How 'bout we make a bet then? If I can make you come, I will bite you.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” You said without even contemplating it.

Jake’s smile widened. “What’s wrong? Think you’ll lose that bet?”

“No! Are you even listening to me? If I don’t trust you to bite me, I certainly don’t trust you between my legs!”

Jake nodded resolutely. “I can do it.”

“Sir, you are getting on my nerves,” You growled, shaking a finger at him in warning.

Then, the bugger had the audacity to capture the tip of your finger between his teeth, his canines showing now. And your pupils blew wide in reaction. Shit.

“Fine! And if you can’t, you will never make another pass at me,” You vowed.

“Scouts Honor,” Jake held two fingers up but they were crossed, not put together.

Jake escorted you into a nearby alley, where you could still hear the murmur of the crowd and the traffic but far enough that no one would know what was going on unless they walked down the alley itself. Your head hit the brick wall behind you, trying to quell the cord of lust that was winding tighter and tighter in your stomach.

Jake’s eyes swirled below you and you knew he was triggering a power of his: telepathy.

Go ahead, moan my name, no one can hear you

“I don’t feel the need,” You said through gritted teeth.

Jake’s tongue swirled around your clit lazily, leg still over one of his shoulders. He started to work his middle finger into your hole and you slammed your fist against the brick, hoping for some pain to clear your head.

Come on, admit it, Jake’s words swirled inside of your head. His tongue was working up your clit and he was already pushing another finger inside of you. You’re enjoying yourself

You tried to think of every poor girl that had ever fallen victim to a hypnosis from a vampire and lured back to his kiss to get sucked dry. You tried to think of the two puncture wounds that had long dried up on a corpse. Anything to keep your impending orgasm from exploding over you but it was starting to become a lost cause.

Make a mess of my face so I can bite you

That was the last shred of sanity you had left. You cried out desperately, loudly and with enthusiasm as pleasure raced through all of your nerves. Damn, Jake knew how to give head. And just as your orgasm washed through you, Jake moved his mouth to your plush thigh and bit down delicately. Tiny streams of blood pushed from the small holes he created and he licked those lines like you were a melting popsicle.

"Oh my god," You exclaimed, breathing heavily.

"Jake, actually. Thought you'd have learned that by now," Jake quipped. He daintily licked the holes to seal them and sat back on his heels, letting your leg down.

You pulled down your short skirt quickly. You always dressed like a slut on the hunt for a vampire fang bang, just in case anyone was suspicious of a lonely human wandering into the vampire section of town. You were starting to think that figuratively was biting you in the ass.

"Are you satisfied?" You grumbled, "Our working relationship is ruined now, you damn vampire."

Jake slammed an open hand against the brick, cracking the stone and allowing a poof of dust to fall around you. "That's Mister Vampire to you, Miss Vampire Hunter."

You rolled your eyes. "Is my blood that invigorating, Jakey?" You cooed, not intimidated in the slightest.

Jake was back to his charming self. "To answer your question, no, I'm not satisfied. I'm high on your blood and I have a raging hard on."

Your eyes moved down to his slacks and the clear dick imprint against them. Your eyes moved back up to meet with his brown ones, swirling with red. "I did not sign up for that."

Jake started to play with his lip ring again. "So you're fine with me finding relief with someone else then?"

You narrowed your eyes at the vampire who was suddenly even more cocky, or was it borderline confident? "Jake, I told you, I never want to hear about what you do as a vampire. I just need your information. I don't want to muck about in that gray area and have to hunt you down."

Jake looked smug now. "Well, apparently you need my tongue and fangs now as well."

You visibly winced at his remark. Fuck.

Want to bet that I can't make you come again?

"Get out of my head, Jake," You growled. Your fingers inched towards the stake you kept firmly between your breasts.

"Only if I can get between your thighs again~"

You sighed. "Who needs who again?"

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #thekpopuniverse #enhypen smut #jake sim smut #don't look at me i dunno why i wrote this either #but here we are #❂enha #topaz's work

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the-dawn-star · 1 year

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Ooo if it’s okay (if this is too detailed, no worries!!!)

Can I please request a Mate!Demetri x Mate!fem!newborn vampire!reader where she’s only been a vampire for a very, very short time (like a couple months or even weeks or something), one of the Cullens had turned her. She has a telekinesis powers (though she’s not trained on using them). She goes with Alice and Bella to save Edward. (Y/n being jealous when Dem is restraining Alice, accidentally blurting out that he should restrain her instead… he does lol). And when Alice and Edward say no to Aro asking them to join the Volturi… Y/n says yes + she’s Demetri’s mate

A/N: Hi! Firstly, this turned more angsty than intended but I hope that doesn't bother you too much. Secondly, I kinda picked some of the things you mentioned so sorry for letting some of them out. Thirdly, thanks for requesting and stuff!

-S

+ 600ish words.

I knew that I should not be here. I had been a vampire for three weeks and hunger had been killing me ever since we left for the airport. Every contact was itchy, and my throat felt like it was burning. Carlisle had told me not to go, but I cared for Edward too much to let him do this to himself. But I wasn’t sure if coming to the other side was worth it because of the pain I was in. I should not be here.

Aro was talking to Edward, but I could not pay enough attention to listen. The hunger was too strong to do anything.

I was brought back to reality when a member of the guards wrapped their hands around my arms. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to fight back when a member of the elite guard was holding me. I turned to look at my friends seeing that Bella and Alice were being held just like me while Edward was fighting with a guard. But Edward was younger and weaker than the guard.

I turned to Alice who looked just as panicked as Bella. She tried to fight back against the hold of the vampire, but just like Edward she was too weak to overpower him. He was beautiful in the weird vampiric way that I had gotten so used to since knowing about this part of the world.

But I was pulled away from the vampire only to be directed back to Bella and the sound of her beating heart. I was so hungry... so hungry...

Someone said something and someone else responded to that but couldn’t concentrate on any of it. All of the sounds were so far away from me and in truth the words didn’t really interest me.

“Y/N,” The sound was a whisper, but it made me see the room and the people in it again. Alice was looking at me confused about my change in normal behavior.

I wasn’t held by a vampire anymore and everyone was looking at me. Aro was in front of me, his hand extended to me. I knew of his powers, but the idea was still more than terrifying. But I had no choice, and just because he didn’t take my hand forcefully wasn’t an invitation to decline the offer. So, I placed my hand on his.

“Alice, be a dear and tell Carlisle to take better care of his new vampires. Y/N here has been famished since you left to save your brother.”

I couldn’t look at my friends while Aro spoke.

“Tell me, why do you keep the diet Carlisle is so inclined to keep? You clearly do not enjoy it.” Aro asked while keeping his eyes closed.

“I- I don’t think they would like it... If I drank from humans...” It was difficult to make sentences when my insides were burning and talking hurt.

“And you have special ability too..., and they have not trained you or helped you with the powers you now have...”

Aro let my hand go before opening his eyes.

“I have tried to get you coven members to join the Volturi for a long time. And now I am inclined to ask you the same.”

If my heart could still beat it would have raised.

“Aro...” Marcus sounded bored but raised his hand, so Aro understood the invitation.

For a few seconds Aro held Marcus’s hand before letting it go and letting out a happy hum.

“It seems that dear Y/N’s mate has been found.” Aro smiled at me before averting his eyes to a guard.

“Demitri, come here to meet your mate...”

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kimi240302 · 1 year

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Falling like the stars

A/N: As always I mention it, I run this issue through an app so that it is translated to English. My native language is German and even if I try I am too stupid for English.

A/N2.0: I have had this story on my old account before but my tumblr was blocked so I would have to make myself a new one

Summary: Y/N Swan and Felix Volturi were destined to fall for each other

Felix Volturi x female!reader

words: 2240

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist

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" I swear to God

when I come home

I'm gonna hold you so close

I swear to God,

when I come home

I'll never let go"

-James Arthur

Overwhelmed and confused, Y/N Swan looked at the tall brown-haired vampire in front of her. She tilted her head questioningly. "Just so I understand this correctly, we are meant to be together. Which means I have to stay here in Italy , Volterra to be exact , so we can see what happens?" Felix looked at the younger sister of Bella Swan and nodded. Like her, he still hadn't quite come to terms with the fact that he had found his mate, and he didn't know what to make of the fact that she was a Swan. It was no secret that the Volturi were all annoyed with Bella and now being tied to her sister didn't seem to be a good thing. Felix also knew that the Cullens had certainly told Y/N about the Volturi and had not spoken well of his coven. Which would explain the tense attitude of his mate.

Aro , standing in front of his throne , watched the scene in front of him with amusement and then looked at Bella , who was holding Edward as if he were the reason for the air in her lungs . " Apparently the Swan siblings , are destined to stand at the sides of vampires and even become them in the end!" Aro clapped his hands joyfully and dismissed everyone.

" Are you okay?" Bella had let go of Edward and stood next to her sister. "After what Carlisle told me all about the Volturi , I'm a little scared." Bella looked at Y/N sorrowfully. " If I had known what was going to happen , you would have stayed home!" Bella gently grabbed her hand and squeezed it once , encouraging her .

Arriving in a small room , Y/N was to say goodbye to her friends and Bella . " Can't she come with us after all?" Alice looked at Felix with disdain. " You are taking her out of her life!" Edward took Y/N tightly , not too tightly , in his arms and pressed her against him. The Cullens had taken Y/N , like another sibling and reluctantly left her here , in the clutches of the Volturi. " She'll settle in here quickly and most importantly , she'll get out of Bella Swan's field of fire drama!" Alec looked at Bella deprecatingly. Felix took a step forward to stand right in front of Y/N. " Nothing will happen to her here that I can't say for sure if I send her back home with you." Y/N looked at Felix with a certain uncertainty that stung him. Nevertheless , he pointed to the door behind them . " When you're ready, I'll show you to your room." His voice had a surprisingly calming effect on Y/N and so she broke away from the last hug and followed him. The other three stayed behind with the Cullens and their sister.

Silently, the two walked side by side until Felix stopped. Which prompted Y/N to do the same. Looking up at the giant questioningly, she noticed how tense he was in her presence. Ignoring her gaze, Felix walked past her and opened a door for her. With hesitant steps she entered the room and stood in the middle of an old and cold looking room.

"My room and that of the others is here on the same corridor. So no one can do anything to you without one of us noticing. We can change the furnishings, after all, this is supposed to be your home." Y/N just nodded, still overwhelmed by all the information she had learned in the last half hour. Felix looked uncertain for a moment, but then moved from his seat, away from the door, and stood in front of the young girl. Gently he put his right, cold hand on her cheek. " No matter what Carlisle told you about our coven , I beg you to make your own picture of us." Y/N had to swallow at the thought that he had heard her. She started to defend herself when Felix leaned down and put his forehead on hers. Y/N was confused and shocked by herself that she didn't mind his closeness but liked it and this even though they had only known each other for a few moments. Felix had his eyes closed as he whispered the next words, " I've been waiting for you for so long, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in my presence!" Y/N did not know exactly what to say, but seconds later Felix had disappeared and the young girl stood alone in a huge room, which from now on was her home.

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In the evening, Y/N sat wrapped in a blanket on the windowsill of her room and looked out into the starry night. Deep in thought, she overheard the knock on her door. Felix who immediately worried opened the door and looked around in panic. He calmed down immediately when he found Y/N unharmed. He stood next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. The girl flinched slightly and looked up at him, startled. When she recognized Felix she relaxed again and directed her gaze back.

" What are you doing here?" Y/N voice was slightly rough , as she had spoken few words today. " Checking if everything is well with you." He sat down opposite her on the vacant seat , of the window ledge . " I honestly do not know . I miss my home , but also somehow not . It sounds bad , but I'm glad to get away from all the Bella-Edward drama . Now that Jacob, a boy who has a crush on Bella, has come along, things are just getting more complicated and I don't know.... maybe I'll be lucky to be out of there." Y/N looked at Felix and smiled sadly, " I'm a bad sister aren't I?" " No. From what I've heard of Bella so far, she can be very demanding. So it's understandable that you want some time off."

Slightly sad, Y/N looked at the dark-haired vampire. " Felix don't do that." Confused , he looked at her . " What am I doing?" " Trying to calm me down! We both know I'm staying in Italy , here with you and it's not time off but my new life. "

There was a brief silence between the two. Felix cleared his throat and looked Y/N deep in the eyes. " Y/N if you never feel comfortable here , I will not force you to stay here." Surprised , she looked at him , but this changed at the sad expression of her counterpart . " And so that this does not happen , I want to know everything from you!" Y/N smiled at Felix with a sincere smile, which infected him. " I will tell you everything you want to know , on one condition!" Y/N raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. " Your smile , it is beautiful ! Let me see it more often in the future!" With a blush she nodded.

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Weeks passed since the conversation between Felix and his mate. He as well as she had to admit to themselves that their mutual prejudices did not correspond to the truth. In fact, they enjoyed each other's company.

Y/N also quickly got used to her new life on Volterra. She and Demetri quickly became friends and began to play pranks on every single guard in the castle. Felix was their favorite victim, which he didn't even like. Nevertheless, he was glad that his best friend and his mate understood each other. The twins had needed some time to accept Y/N, but now they saw her as a kind of sister. Felix was most excited about this, because now no one would dare come near Y/N with the intention of hurting her.

The kings found it interesting to see that such a young girl captivated everyone in the castle and at the same time they had to admit that they too had become accustomed to the presence of Y/N with positive feelings.

Nevertheless, she and Felix were still just friends , even if Y/N sought more and more the proximity of the brown-haired vampire. Just as he did in the last days. That was also the reason why Y/N stood shortly before midnight in front of Felix's room door and knocked on it, after she had taken another breath.

" Come in" Felix's deep voice sounded. Carefully, the young girl opened the door and looked at Felix. He was lying on his bed with a book in his hand and looked questioningly at his door. His expression turned into a smirk when he saw Y/N standing in the doorway in her pajamas.

" You didn't come by" , Y/N felt like a little kid. But it had become routine between the two of them for Felix to come over every night , place a kiss on her forehead and wish her a good night . "I thought you were already asleep and didn't want to wake you." Understanding , she nodded and seemed to think for a moment . When a smile formed on her face , Felix raised an eyebrow in confusion. " What's going on in that little head of yours?" One thing Felix had learned in the last few weeks was that when the younger girl starts smiling she is up to something or already has. Without answering, Y/N went in Felix's direction, crawled onto his bed and lay down with her upper body on his chest. She placed her head in the crook of his neck and her arms snaked under his.

Shocked by the sudden closeness, Felix tensed up for a few seconds. But he immediately put away his book and also placed his hands on her body to pull his beloved , carefully , closer to him. " Good night..." murmured Y/N. "Good night."

When Y/N opened her eyes the next morning, still lying in her mate's arms, they both knew they had officially become more than just friends. Which the move from her room to his only confirmed. Their first kiss together also followed not more than 24 hours later.

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Amused at his mate looking over, Felix stood in the doorway of the shared bathroom, where she tried to tame her hair after showering. But Y/N failed completely in this attempt. Pouting, Y/N looked at Felix through the mirror. "I don't know what the hell went wrong!" Complained the young girl to the vampire. Still grinning , Felix shook his head. He pushed himself off the door frame and held out his hand. " Give me the brush. I'll try!" As if on cue , Y/N's face lit up as she smiled and held out the brush to him. Laughing , he took it in his hand and murmured , " You wanted me to do this , didn't you ?" Innocently, Y/N looked at him as Felix carefully began to brush her hair, " Maybe a little."

Satisfied, Felix put the brush to the side. Not only had he gotten his mate's hair right, but he hadn't hurt Y/N either. "See I knew you were a natural!" Grinning , the vampire shook his head , noting that he hadn't smiled , laughed , or grinned as much as he did with Y/N at his side in a long time . His grin turned into a dreamy smile. His hands gently rested on Y/N's cheeks as she turned to look at him , he bent down to her and placed his lips on hers. Briefly, concern ran through him that he had gone too far, but Y/N returned the kiss immediately.

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After the kiss, the young girl and her mate had established their own rhythm. Y/N spent the days when Felix was busy with his duties always with someone else. Even with Caius, after he found out that Y/N painted as well as drew. Aro taught her history and Marcus taught her to dance. The wives of Aro and Caius loved it when Y/N came to spend time with them. But in the evening she was always in the arms of Felix, who stayed with her until she woke up in the morning.

Just like it was the case today. Sleepily Y/N turned around. Only to collide with her boyfriend's body. Grumbling, she buried her head , as deep as she could , against his chest. This made Felix look down from his book to her. Laughing softly , he grumbled , " You look cute , so sleepy !" "Shut up!" Now he had to laugh out loud. " My little morning grumpy!" Again Y/N , growled at his chest, " You're lucky I like waking up next to you!" " As much as I would like to stay lying like this , you have to get up . The masters want to see you today! Right away to be exact and I have to go on a mission." Immediately Y/N rose , put her lips briefly on Felix's , murmured a 'I'll miss you ' and 'Take care of yourself ' ,and disappeared into the bathroom .

"Y/N!" Aro smiled at her and told her to sit down. Which she did. The three kings had gathered in Aro's study and looked smilingly at Felix's mate, who had become much more than that to all of them. " As you know , you have managed in a very short time to make everyone love , accept and even respect you." Y/N nodded , unsure of what this conversation would amount to . Marcus stood up , crossed the room and sat down right next to the young girl. " That is why we want to ask you if you would like to officially become a Volturi." , " And would allow me to turn you?" Caius looked at her questioningly. Relieved, she exhaled. " I was beginning to think no one would ever ask!" " So it means yes?" Caius stood , on the other side of Y/N and put a hand on her shoulder. She nodded. Aro clapped his hands . " Our Felix will make eyes when he comes back!"

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" Will everyone be so annoyingly happy when they find their mate?" Alec looked at Felix. He couldn't stop grinning since they entered Volterra. "If you ever find yours, I'll remind you here!" Demetri laughed. Alec rolled his eyes, which Jane imitated. Secretly, though, they were happy for their buddy. "Master we have the vampire...." Jane started but Aro interrupted her. " We can settle that later , now we have a little surprise for our dear Felix!" Felix looked at Aro confused . " You came in time , she just woke up." Caius pointed to the entrance. All four guards turned around and their eyes widened. Y/N was standing in the doorway in a plain black dress looking at them through beautiful red eyes. Everyone in the room was immediately captivated by the smile that formed on Y/N's lips when she saw Felix. Y/N ran towards Felix. He took a step forward and lifted Y/N into his arms when she arrived at his side. The couple immediately joined their lips together. From that moment on, everyone in the room knew, as did the two themselves, that they were now officially each other's 'forever'.

#felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #demetri volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #volturi guard #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #twilight masterlist #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #twilight x y/n

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black-dhalias · 1 year

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Questionable Decisions

Love Triangle!Caius X Reader X Mate!Alec

This was requested by: @princessofthornsandroses

WARNING: Implied SMUT/Nudity, mentions of plague and illness, mentions of violence. AN: I know this has taken a lot longer than anticipated, but I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

~•~•~•~• ALEC •~•~•~•~

Your initial arrival at Volterra sparked quite the controversy amongst the Guards, they could not understand how you earned immortality. Could not fathom what good you brought to the Guard, but Lord Caius found you fascinating. Even as a human.

Before here, you knew nothing more than poverty and loss—stricken with grief and a need for vengeance. You were barely staying afloat, family ravaged by the sickness and death.

Now, you are a long standing member—not a necessary component, but you kept Lord Caius less cruel. Busy. That was necessary enough. He practically doted on you from the get go—and it drove Alec crazy.

Comparatively, Alec didn’t want to keep his distance from you—didn’t want to be away from you at all, but Lord Caius held the stronger hand. Cards on the table, Alec didn’t stand a chance and that infuriated him.

So the distance remained, it only served to push you closer to Caius; unbeknownst to you, deep down you knew you shouldn’t remain at his side. But he saved you. Turned you. Protected you. And you won’t lie, you enjoy the affection he gives. He would burn the world down if it meant you were happy. Kill anyone if you asked, without a single question.

That kind of devotion—it’s addictive.

In the same way, you were adamantly and unshakably loyal to him. Betrayal was unthinkable, and that sensation is what drove you two together. Absolute devotion. Even his wife, his trophy that sits in the tower, could not fathom it.

The grand doors open to reveal you to the throne room, burning the room with a cataclysmic grin. One that sends shockwaves through Alec, sets him on fire without a single touch. Painfully aware of you, struck with pique interest. Both healed and hurt by your presence.

“Y/N…” Your name rolls off Caius tongue, even sung by the worst of men—it sounds like a choir of angels. Alec cannot help, but wonder how you would say his name; would it wash over him? Would he be able to fight the urge to take you into his arms, leave this castle with you tucked away from Caius. Where Alec does not have to wonder what happens when the palace turns dark.

Alec would never worry again.

Faster than a blink, you are beside Caius without another word—smiling at him with perfect contentment. The eldest twin averts his eyes, the tiles had become a sanctuary away from the image of you.

If this is love, then Alec surrenders himself to the ache and burn. The Volturi has many rules, but one is absolute—what belongs to the Kings, is theirs alone.

Do you even realize you belong to Lord Caius? Do you care? Alec is sure you do, because that’s just how it is.

Alec pines after you in the silence that follows your departure with Lord Caius—if he knew physical pain, he imagines it would feel like this. Knee buckling and raw, like the universe has given him a burden too heavy for him to carry.

At the same time, he would carry that same burden from today until the end of time—so long as you are there. Maybe that’s too much to ask of forever, but it’s the only way eternity sounds nice. Alec couldn’t imagine a world without you, or a Volterra empty of your presence.

So the ache shall remain. A cruel, and heavy reminder that you have chosen Caius at every crossroad. So why would today, or tomorrow, be any different?

“Dearest Alexander…” His eyes rise to meet Aro’s, trying to push down the invading thoughts of you. Particularly his wild imagination and hope, wishes for you to choose him. The King flicks his hand out, flexing his fingers and while Alec fully knows Aro will know.

Somehow the eldest twin wishes that he could silence the thoughts, as he places his palm into Aro’s. Subverting his gaze to elsewhere as the King picks through his mind— “How very curious?” Alec looks up at him, lips tightly together as he shoulders his burden more pressing. “Have you always felt like this?”

However, Alec doesn’t need to respond—in fact, he unconsciously recalls how he completely froze the first time. How he saw you, and that was it… The feared Volturi guard had become a servant to your complexities—and you didn’t even know.

“Fascinating.” Aro drops his hand and Alec tucks it protectively behind his back, folding it into his other hand. “Not very many can withhold their affections, especially our kind.” Aro would have been whispering, like a hushed venomous tongue—which makes Alec’s stomach twist.

“I handle myself just fine.”

The Volturi king hmmms, almost as if he knows something that Alec does not--which is more frustrating than the king just ripping off the bandaid. Leaving the guard to his own struggles, the ache that he is certain will last forever.

That is the burden of knowing that you can not have what you want, and you are not willing to take the step. That is how Alec feels, and he will never be able to change that. To play this game, it has always been a losing game--one that he is going to continue regardless of what is to come.

Bowing his hand, he keeps that hand protectively tucked behind him and sets aside his own desires to take his leave.

In the same breath that he exhales, your scent--allusive and alluring, it is hanging on the air and clings to Alec in a manner that he did not expect.

You were addictive. An ever dangling desire, and it just happens that you leave right here--and he'll never be rid of you. Not so long as you belong to Caius.

"Alec-" He pauses, heading adjusting and glancing back just enough to show that he is listening to Aro. "Remember your place." He did not need a reminder of his place, and so he leaves. Well into Volterra, far away from everyone who could hurt him. Honestly, the list is short, with only one name at the top.

~•~•~•~• CAIUS •~•~•~•~

Once the throne room is out of range, Caius pulls you into his arm with a smile only you can match. To be with you is surreal, like water meeting the coast—you tore through each other similarly as well. A dangerous and catastrophic insanity, one that gave him just enough of a challenge to sate his desire.

To be fair, you were not his mate, but you were something more desirable to him. More challenging and unknown—you were the one that set the room on fire rather than calm the flames, then you would dance as the smoke embraced the stone. That is what made Caius so devote, you were the religion he could not shake. The hymn that he sang, your name dancing off his tongue as his hands grab at your hungrily.

The way your lips curl into a smirk beneath the kiss, he could only describe them as a scripture.

Is that not a religion? Something or someone so divine, that the fact that the grace you with their presence is enough to send you over the edge. Confuse the mind, and the intuition, change the way the brain processes information. In fairness, he held the same chokehold over you, but you were much younger. Much newer to this life, sired to him through blood and venom.

That is why he seemed so much more enamored than you, because no one believed he was capable of that kind of feelings. When it is all said and done, he was completely and irrevocably wrapped up in you. In everything you are.

No one would ever say anything less than ideal, never whisper anything Caius might here—feared you, just as they feared Caius. When your bodies fell through the doors and limbs tangled up, hair falling in whisps together. A blend of shades that meld on the sheets as he embraces your form as close to the mattress as he can.

You lean into the touch, cupping the back of his neck with the sensation of the soft blonde strands wrapping up at the base of your fingers. Vampires did not need air, but you were the breath that Caius needed to survive and that was enough.

Clothes had become nothing more than a barrier between bodies, that's the thought that crosses Caius' mind as he finally begins ripping through the barriers. He can hardly contain the urgency—the needy touch of your fingers enough assurance as you tear through his shirt. Another to the pile of ruins clothes.

While Caius tended to take his time, stripping away every layer and admiring how your body seemed to exist—you cared far less, and needing him as a human needs water. Buried in the sensation of Caius, of the certainty that comes with being in this bed. Nothing made more sense to Caius than the scripture of moans you release at every touch, the tickle of breath against your ear.

You are intoxicating to him. Not a drug or drink, but a fix nonetheless—something that he could not go without.

"To have you like this, I know no greater treasure." His words taste of that same certainty, you like the idea of knowing you are safe at his side. He is protection, a shield from the horrors you once knew. He would burn the world to see you bare beneath him as you are now.

The way your back curves up as you tug yourself forward, his hand at the small of your back—just still as he sees your lips move to form a word. "So long as you swear to take me as I am."

His lips twist into a smile, just briefly Caius is reminded that you are his match in every way. You were just as brutal and cruel, just as vengeful—filled with ugly scars and he loved every piece. He would admire the sharp and angled edges of your soul, knowing only how much he needed you day to day.

"Whether sun or moon—" He intertwined his fingers into yours, lowering your body, but never separating from you entirely. Lips inches apart until your back is against the mattress, and you feel him nearing you. So close. "I would take you regardless, steal you away from all the jealousies of the world." Caius seemed to recite poetry, the words rolling off his tongue every time you were near. Was that infatuation? Love? Devotion? Whatever your influence is, it is is stronger than any other desire—he would choose you before anything else.

Under the careful protection of these walls, with only the stone to hear your confessions—here in these rooms. You fear nothing, and know only pleasure and satisfaction.

~•~•~•~• YOU •~•~•~•~

In due time, you find yourself leaving the King’s room—door clicking back into place roughly as you turn around. In your distraction, the halls had become expansive and barren. While the Volterra was never quite quiet, it is during the early hours of the evening that the palace is the most empty. The Kings having retired to their sanctuary’s, and the guard to either their posts or rooms.

You had thought you would do the same, go to your rooms and wait for time to take its toll on the night. Not much to do beyond that. Some of the guard could leave into the city when the moon was high and the sky dark, but you—it was out of the question.

However, listening to the steps ringing off the stone floors—you find a rhythm in the steps. The sound seems to echo off the walls, and create a symphony of music... But then it is quiet and you are still. Reminded of a life you lost, and a world that you are no longer a part of—could you grieve any longer?

The way the air catches despite not being needed, its like your ache manifested physically. How could you be sure? While the certainty is nice, the rest is less than desired—you are a prisoner of circumstance. Your devotion seemed to make it more complicated, Caius is simply that—you rationalize you do not know love. You have never felt that, only know the poisonous poetry Caius sang every night. He held that power over you just as any king does his subject, maybe he believes he needs you the same way you feel you need him.

A hum of song, the hymns of piano notes dance through the air and you hesitate. You have to go this way regardless, to your rooms—so you continue along.

Its like heaven is touching earth, the music coming to an epic crescendo just as you pass the ajar door. You bite down on the inside of your cheek and glance towards your door, your room is only three doors down. It is close. You could just ignore the music and walk away without ever wondering, but you peek inside. You satisfy your curiosity and become even more intrigued—Alec.

You watch how his fingers glide across the keys, he does not hesitate or even seem to need music sheet. It is as effortless as you walking into the room, the way your feet carry you before you ever form a coherent thought. It was that easy.

If someone asked for the moment you knew, it was then—the way you couldn't tear your eyes away. Only interrupted as he abruptly stops, fingers hovering over the keys as you sit beside him. Wordlessly and ask nothing, except to be near him. Just for a second.

"Please keep playing..." Your words are like an electric current running through him, you note how his chest moves—inhaling and exhaling, eyes glancing at you only briefly. If you were not watching him with such care, you never would have noticed.

"Okay." The way his voice tremors on the second syllable, it is not broken, but woven in the same grief. It is familiar to you. When you want something, but have been denied it for far too long.

So he continues to play and you listen, only knowing the way your lungs fill with air. How your eyes close and feel the sensation of freedom, imagining yourself far away from Volterra. Once you wanted safety, but that safety has become a prison of gold. A royal palace of bars.

Could you live with yourself if you stayed another day? Yes, because you would be alive. However, a piece of you dies with every breath you take within this walls.

The notes carry you away and you fear nothing for a second, you see a tavern filled with laughter. Perhaps a symphony, or opera. Perhaps you see France, or the Americas... You always wanted to see the city. You've lived centuries and never seen a skyscraper.

Alec shifts on the long bench, eyes shift to see you with your eyes closed—admiring you, losing track of the notes until he embraces the confusion. Embracing you close and tucking his hand behind your head, just watching you with a very new certainty. One that is not made of stone, but seems to radiate the certainty of the sun. Your eyes widen, but settle almost in the same half second.

"What are you doing Alec?"

"Asking if I can kiss you—just this once, so I can know what it is I let slip through my fingers." Is that the difference? Of being a treasure versus being everything. Caius has everything and you are another treasure in his trove, but as Alec eyes you—it is as if you are everything to him.

"Only once..." You lean in, whispering the words.

"Just once." He whispers breathlessly, his touch is not urgent, but it is deliberate as if he aims to remember every sensation. Your arms wrap around his neck, and fall into him—he does not come up for air, but separates your lips from his. You feel the warmth of breath against your lips, "I would pay any price to do that again."

Devotion. That is what got you into this mess so long ago, and in the same strain, it is what binds you to promises. Leaves you sitting in the dark of your rooms for a day and night, burying the thought of Alec deep in your chest. Yet his eyes, although the same ruby shade manifest and stir something deep within you.

For those seconds, after he hushed himself and just held you. You could see forever in the ruby irises, imagined a greater eon than sitting idly as a treasure. You see a home, tucked away in the mountains, the green of trees hiding you away and the song of the birds to comfort you through the doubt. Through the fear.

You rarely felt fear since being turned, but Alec stirred that feeling up and intertwined it with every hope. Every dream and thought, seemed to be veiled by the fear that someone can take that away. As swiftly as you found it.

You tuck your knees up to your chest, sitting in the window seat—thick curtains of red behind you as you glance around the courtyard. You are not a guard, but a servant. That word seemed to hang onto your memory of Caius, of how you were there—hopelessly devoted to him.

No one touches what belongs to the kings, but Alec did—and it reminded you of your first day in the Volterra.

You tremor beneath the heavy duvets of your clothes, breath caught up in your throat and tied into a knot. You had watched your entire family die of plague, one by one and someone seemed to skirt by without ever tasting the bitter taste of the disease. You were left unscathed and that burned you even deeper than before.

"Stay here." The thing hisses, the haunting eyes of red seem to glue you into place as your heart beats ferociously in your chest. You have become a slave to your fear and terror, practically certain that you are going to die here. Even as the monster disappears behind a door, you are greeted with another.

You stumble back, but their cool hands grasp you and hold you upright with the softest of smiles. "Its okay." And you believe him—how could you believe him? You weren't stupid, but somehow you trusted him more than the others.

"Are you sure?" He nods, your lips purse together and you wrap your arms around you as a shield. Just wishing that you understood what was happening, but you just don't. You are stuck. Completely locked in place. You see the hesitation as he reaches out, but he does and places a hand on your forearm and rubs a soft round of circles in your skin. He does not hurt. He does not move too fast. He just watches, before speaking.

"You're safe here." There is a human veil of gray hanging over the memories, but you are certain—the first to show you kindness and comfort, had dark hair that curls close to the head.

You had twisted the memory, made Caius into your comfort for saving you, but it was Alec you made you feel safe. He was the last sense of human safety you ever felt, and it bonded you tightly to that misguided protection. How did you forget?

When the day turns to night, you rise from your position and feel the burning sensation of urgency. Different than you ever remember it feeling, and for the first time in a century, it is for more than Caius. It is for yourself, what you want... That is enough to send you running through the halls, certain of only one thing.

One person.

Of the love you know you can learn from Alec.

"I'm leaving." You announce rather abruptly, entering the throne room with a presence that is unfamiliar to most of them. You seem to dominate the space with your voice, standing taller than ever before.

"What?" The blonde king snarls, rising from his throne and while anyone else would cower—you stand a little taller.

"I. Am. Leaving." The words break through the walls of his affection and suddenly he is in front of you, practically nose to nose.

"You will do no such thing. You sound ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is you thinking that's going to make me stay." You do not think there is a thing he could say to keep you here for another day.

"I can make you do whatever I want." He roughly grabs your arm, and while it does not shake you—Alec moves to your side, pushing Caius off. His eyes widening as he realizes exactly what he just did, and tries to stand as tall as you. Caius seems to grow crueler.

"Do it. Command me to stay and I'll hate you forever." That seems to cause something in Caius to falter, even in front of the other kings and the guard. He couldn't imagine you hating him. Hated the idea. You were so much more than anything Caius has ever been.

"Why now?"

"Because I have something, found the one thing I needed." Your eyes glance over at Alec, he follows your lead. He would follow you anywhere, but he doesn't have a clue what you are going to do next. You look back at Caius. "And I need to figure out what it means."

Everyone expects Caius to kill you both where you stand, Jane's fist clenched as she watches and tries to ground herself away from here. A stupid thing.

"Then go." He does not go back to throne, but walks out of the throne room, door slamming behind him. He is gone just like that, and you swallow. Suddenly not as afraid, but just as certain. Your eyes flicker up to Alec, edging closer until you take his hand. Without a word, you leave with him and walk until you are out of Volterra and deep in the countryside. Just you, him, and the stars.

You were still strangers in many ways.

"What now?" There is no waiver in his voice as there was at the piano, he does not seem as unsure. His grasp on your hand tightening as if it is a lifeline.

"We'll go anywhere." When you look into his eyes, a soulmate you almost lost—one that you almost let go. "But we do it together."

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javisjeanjacket · 1 year

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Hard to Find - ( joel miller x reader)

A/N: I didn’t wanna do it to ya, but something about a dirty sweaty emotionally scarred dilf man...I JUST CANT STAY AWAY!! Anyway this is a lot of build-up and backstory laying and in part two there will be less of that, more action and ~drama~. But for now, enjoy :)

also!! I’ve not played the game, i’m only watching the show as it comes out so no spoilers pls!!

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: descriptions of the night of the outbreak (a lady gets bitten, puke is mentioned briefly, blood is mentioned briefly), canon-esque action, feelings of being overwhelmed and anxious are described but not heavily focused on, the relationship with Joel is ~complex~

He remembers you from before. He remembers how easily smiles used to come to you and how kind you always were to Sarah.

You are not like that now.

He’s not like he used to be either.

You were with him when he lost her; you saw the unyielding nothingness infect him and the hopelessness settle into the cracks in his skin. Joel changed after he lost Sarah; he was no longer the hot handy neighbor who helped you hang up your Christmas lights every year. He was barely a functioning human at all.

The past ten years, you had tried to be there for Joel when he needed you. He would spill his guts to you, trembling and crying until he fell asleep with his head in your lap, and then wake up the next morning, make you coffee and pretend like nothing happened. Other nights he would call you, take your hand as soon as you walked in his door, and look at you with big, brown, helpless eyes. You would stroke his cheek or rub your thumb over his and he would lean in for a gentle kiss that lead to the two of you in his bed, his hands worshiping every dip and curve of your body, that then lead to him making you coffee and eventually moving in with him. You knew Sarah, and you had known him, and you were the only part of his old self that he could remember anymore. He refused to call you his partner, but keeping you safe was more important to him than his own life.

You didn't really know why you were doing what you were doing. Picking up ingredients to cook a dinner for a man you adored, who you suspected adored you too, but refused to acknowledge it. Often, you thought of just up and leaving the QZ and Joel behind, heading for anywhere else that people might be, in an effort to stifle how you felt about Joel and to garner enough self respect to stop yourself from letting him use you.

‘But I couldn’t leave him.’ you thought to yourself. ‘Why not?’ You argued. ‘If a better opportunity came along wouldn’t Joel just leave you?’ You bit your lip and tried to focus on the rations you were putting in your pack. ‘It’s not worth thinking about. Not anymore.’

“Get down!” A voice rang out suddenly over the market square.

“Shit!” You cursed and bent down to shield yourself using the vegetable pasta stall.

The sounds of a grenade detonating reverberated off the brick and you braced yourself for impact. Debris violently flew through the square, crashing and bouncing all around you. Brick shot through the pasta stall and broke into smaller pieces when it crashed to the ground before you. You whimpered and closed your eyes. A flash from that night, Joel’s birthday, September 26th 2003, played in your mind.

The movie theater.

Midnight Madness was playing.

Your co-worker came stumbling out of the building, covered in blood.

Your first instinct was to grab Joel’s shoulder and point them out to him, ask him to stop.

Joel didn’t stop for the family with a baby, he wouldn’t stop for a grown adult covered in blood.

Your coworker grabbed a woman fleeing nearby and latched onto the screaming woman’s neck. Her mouth filled with blood and it spilled down her turquoise top. The turquoise was so pretty, you recalled. Accented even more by the crimson of her blood. You rolled down your window and puked out of the side of Tommy’s truck.

You opened your eyes. Dust had settled in your hair and over your skin. The market was in shambles around you and the stall behind you was blown to smithereens. The robot FEDRA installed to run the market booths looked to be beat to hell, which put a smirk on your face. Swallowing against your dry throat, you looked to find a way out of the square and back to Joel’s apartment. You found one and started to move towards the street when you heard the clatter of boots upon pavement, working as one unit. You heard the shift of guns in hands and cursed to yourself.

“Fuck me.”

Your only chance to escape was to wait until the firefight started and then run for it while they’re all focused on each other. You turned instead, to the destroyed robot. You hunkered down behind it and pulled your body as close to yourself as you could, making as small of a target as possible. Moments passed in silence, then some angered shouts of ‘Free Boston now!’, and then the exchanging of shots started. You jumped when the first shot was fired and took that as your cue to make a run for it. Your chest pounded as you ran towards the sidewalk, your pack shook from side to side and your heart felt like it was in your ears. You turned the corner away from the market and a spray of bullets marked where your feet had just been. Your breath stuck in your throat and chills ran over your body. Turning from the fight, you fled towards Joel’s apartment. The streets were abandoned already, people safe in their homes, helpless but to watch the chaos unfold in the city below them.

You came to Joel’s building and twisted your pack around to grab your key from the bag. You hand trembled as you tried to fit it in the lock and you almost left it in the door after you unlocked it. Hurrying up the steps towards the second floor, your lungs seemed to be shrinking. Air couldn’t reach them quick enough and your vision was becoming blurry. You turned the corner on the second floor and almost ran to Joel’s apartment. Pressing your hand to the dingy door, you unlocked the apartment and hurried inside, shutting it tightly behind you. You closed your eyes and let yourself sag against the door. You covered your mouth with your hand as a wild sob climbed up and out of you. Clenching your eyes shut, you sank to your knees and tried to catch your breath, but your chest was heaving too quickly. The world seemed to be spinning around you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Joel’s voice cut through the chaos in your mind.

You felt his big hand, warm and tender on your knee, and sensed him close to you. You opened your eyes to find him bent down next to you, his dark eyes intense and focused solely on yours. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face into his neck and letting your tears fall onto his shirt.

He was tense a moment, then allowed himself to soften for you, his hand snaking under your pack to rub up and down your back. “Tell me what happened.” He whispered.

You tried to force yourself to catch your breath, breathing when Joel breathed and closing your eyes, but the trembling wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry.” You replied.

He pressed a soft kiss to your hair and then pulled you closer. “It’s okay, just breathe.” He shifted you so that he could lift you up, then carried you both to bed. He laid you down softly and then took your pack for you and hung it on the hook by the door.

You felt emotion well in your eyes so you distracted yourself with taking off your boots. A tear fell onto your laces just as Joel re-appeared in front of you.

“Lay down.” He said, and motioned with his head towards the bed.

You looked up at him, all of you tender and vulnerable and raw, and did as he said.

He reached down and took your boots off for you, placing them one after the other beside the front door as well. You watched him and bit the inside of your lip; did he know he was your whole world? Did he feel how beloved he was?

He took his boots off as well and sat them beside yours, then stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to you.

You both turned to face each other once you were safe under the covers and Joel reached for your hand under the sheets. “You okay?”

“I-” You let out a deep breath and tried to keep your breathing steady, “I wanted to make you dinner.”

“You don’t need to do that, darlin’.”

“I know, but I wanted to get us special food to make and-”

“You weren’t there when the square was attacked, were you?!” Joel’s head lifted from the pillow and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He had heard the commotion from the apartment and didn’t think anything of it, you had said you had to work late.

You looked at him with big, watery eyes and nodded yes.

Joel frowned and grumbled deep in his chest. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your torso. “I don’t need to tell you that was stupid.”

You slotted your face in just below his chin and pressed your body against his. Breathing was coming easier to you now. “I wasn’t being stupid, it was just a random attack.”

Joel grumbled again and ran his hand up and down over your back. “Still.”

You smiled gently and took in a shuddering breath. “Next time a secret organization launches a random attack, I’ll make sure I know in advance.”

Joel huffed and pressed you closer. “Good.”

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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love me softly p12

part eleven

tw: implied emotional/mental abuse; panic attack; brief mention of hospitalisation

Eddie shoves the worksheets into his backpack more carelessly than he should, stepping to the side with a little smile to let a girl pass in the hallway. She looks him up and down, her eyes scraping over his ripped jeans and oversized shirt before she looks away, ignoring him. His smile turns into a grimace.

The worksheets are practically burning in his bag. One is all marked up with his messy handwriting in smudged pencil and Mrs Miller’s trademark red pen, the other blank and waiting for him to fill in the correct answers. Miller says if he doesn’t turn it in with a sixty percent or higher he’ll fail, a statement that’s stuck in his head like a broken record.

Gareth is still at the picnic table outside the main building when Eddie finds him again, opening his mouth to tell him about the sixty percent, but Gareth’s expression makes him stop. He looks up at Eddie, wide-eyed, frowning.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asks when he’s close enough.

“Uh, Steve came looking for you.”

Eddie’s stomach drops a little bit, and he freezes.

“Is something wrong?”

“He didn’t say,” Gareth says, setting his book down. “Just asked where you were and if you could meet him in the bathroom. He said you’d know which one.” He pauses, fiddling with the corner of a page. “He looked like he’d been crying.”

“Fuck, okay.” Eddie starts toward the entrance of the school. “You’re the best, love you.”

“Love you too,” Gareth says with an amused smile, but his eyes are still shining with concern.

Eddie runs to find the bathroom faster than he runs in gym class. It’s on the second floor, toward the back of the building. There’s only one classroom in that hallway that’s actually in use (home ec class), and every time Eddie steps into the dim hallway he thinks it looks abandoned. The bathroom is where he keeps a stash of cigarettes behind a loose tile.

Steve is leaning against a the wall across from the door when Eddie comes in, and Eddie’s heart aches even as Steve smiles at him.

His cheeks and nose are rosy, his eyes shining like they’re still tear-filled, and he looks so small it makes Eddie’s chest hurt.

“Hey,” Eddie says, shutting the door behind himself. “Got your message.”

Steve tilts his head, smiling softly.

“Gareth’s nice.”

“‘S my best friend,” Eddie says as he gets closer. “What’s wrong?” he asks quietly.

Steve looks at the floor, his smile falling. He shrugs weakly. Eddie wants to kiss him.

He takes off his bag, setting it next to Steve’s on the ground as he gazes at him.

They haven’t kissed in school since that day in the locker room, only at Steve’s house and in the van, even though Eddie wants to every time he sees him in the hallway, every time he finds a drawing in his locker.

“Stevie,” Eddie prompts, whispering.

Steve takes a breath, looking up at him, anguish in his eyes.

“My parents came home last night.”

Eddie blinks, his heart breaking a little bit.

“Are you okay?”

Steve shrugs again, his mouth twisting.

“Just feel like shit,” he says quietly. “Kinda just wanted a kiss.”

Eddie exhales, his eyes flicking back and forth between Steve’s for a moment before he reaches out and pulls at his shirt, tugging him into the closest stall before he turns to grab their backpacks.

Eddie pushes Steve against the wall before he locks the stall door.

“Hi,” he murmurs, getting close and touching Steve’s waist.

“Hi,” Steve says weakly, his eyes fluttering like he’s going to cry.

“C’mere,” Eddie says softly, reaching up to touch his face and leaning in. He kisses him slowly, sighing when Steve’s hands find his waist and hold him tightly. Eddie pushes his fingers until Steve’s hair and tugs gently, nibbling on his lip carefully. Eddie pulls away, opening his eyes to look at Steve. His eyes are still closed, his lips parted, almost blissful.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Eddie breathes, watching Steve’s cheeks flush before he leans in and kisses him again. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist, holding him tightly as his tongue slips across Eddie’s lip. Eddie can feel his hands shaking against him.

“You okay?” Eddie asks when they part, tugging Steve’s hair gently. Steve exhales, resting his forehead on Eddie’s.

“Better.”

“Yeah?”

Steve nods, pressing his hands into the small of Eddie’s back.

“You wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks quietly. Steve presses his lips together and lifts his head, looking back and forth between Eddie’s eyes.

“They’re so mean,” he says after taking a sharp breath. His lip trembles, and before Eddie can even say anything, there are tears welling in his eyes and falling down his cheeks, and Eddie’s whole body aches.

“Baby,” he breathes, pulling Steve into a tight hug. “I got you, come here.”

A deep sob wracks Steve’s body, and Eddie buries his face in his neck, whispering to him. He can feel Steve’s tears on his neck, sliding under his shirt, but he doesn’t care.

When Steve’s crying slows after a minute, Eddie pulls away and wipes away his tears, pressing kisses across his face.

“Don’t listen to them,” he whispers. “Okay? Nothing they say is true.”

Steve’s eyes open and look at him, so full of doubt that Eddie can feel his heart splitting in two.

“What are they saying ‘bout you, Stevie?” he asks, dreading the answer, but Steve just shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His lip quivers again, a tear rolls down his cheek. Eddie wipes it away, his own eyes burning. “‘S okay, sweetheart.”

“Eddie,” Steve says softly. “Can I have a hug?”

Eddie wordlessly pulls him in close, pressing his lips to his neck, and Steve’s arms tighten around his waist as he takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“‘S okay,” Eddie says again. “I love you, baby.”

It takes a moment for him to realise that he’s said it, and his eyes fly open as he freezes. Steve doesn’t say anything, but Eddie can feel him freeze too.

There are a few silent moment as they just hold each other, and Eddie can feel his heart pounding in his chest until Steve lets out a quiet laugh, huffing into Eddie’s neck.

“Did you just tell me you love me for the first time in a school bathroom?”

“…No?”

Steve laughs again, one of his hands running up Eddie’s spine.

“Do you really?” he murmurs after another moment, his voice hesitant. Eddie closes his eyes again, nuzzling into his neck.

“Yeah. I do.”

Steve presses his face against Eddie, his fingers digging into his back like he’s trying to rip into his jacket. Eddie tightens his own arms around him.

Steve is crying again. Eddie runs a hand over the top of his head gently, combing through his hair. And he waits.

Until Steve is choking out a quiet but firm, “I love you too.”

“Oh,” Eddie says weakly. “Shit.”

They stay in the bathroom until the bell rings. Before Steve can open the door to leave, Eddie catches his shirt and pulls him close again.

“I meant it,” he says softly. “Nothing they say is true.”

Steve’s face softens and Eddie reaches up to hold his chin.

“I’m serious, Stevie,” he says gently. “I don’t know what they’re saying— and you don’t have to tell me, it’s okay,” he adds when Steve’s expression shifts. “But whatever they’re saying. It’s not true.”

Steve sighs, touching Eddie’s wrist and closing his eyes for a moment. Eddie brushes his thumb over Steve’s lips.

“And if you ever need me to remind you about how amazing you are, I will, gladly.”

Steve smiles and tugs at his wrist to press a kiss to his palm.

Gareth checks with Eddie that Steve’s okay when Eddie’s gets to class. Eddie’s heart swells.

He catches glimpses of Steve around school all day, in the hallways, in the cafeteria. He always looks sort of the same, forlorn and tired and small, and Eddie wants more than anything to pull him aside and hold him and kiss his neck until he falls asleep.

Eddie finds a drawing in his locker before he heads to his last class. It’s scribbly and messy, the pencil lines heavy and dark, and Eddie can tell just from gazing at it that it was a spur-of-the-moment, frantic drawing. Some of the lines are shaky like his hand was trembling when he did it.

Eddie puts it in his backpack more carefully than he’s ever done before, making sure not to fold or crease or bend it. He’ll put it on his wall when he gets home.

Somehow the last class is the most taxing. The teacher seems to target him the whole time, and has all year, always asking questions he knows Eddie doesn’t know the answers to and subtly making fun of him. It drives Eddie up the wall. He wants a cigarette.

So when the bell rings and he can escape, he heads up to the second floor, headed toward the abandoned bathroom for his cigarette stash.

He pauses in the doorway at the sound of a voice through the door, listening in confusion. It’s usually eerily silent around here, so quiet that any noise echoes and bounces off the tile.

It’s Tommy Hagen’s voice. Eddie blinks, furrowing his brows and listening intently, but his voice is muffled by the door, and Eddie can’t understand him. He pushes the door open quietly, looking inside to see Tommy on the floor, looking at someone that’s blocked by his two cronies. Eddie doesn’t know their names.

“Hey,” Eddie says sharply. Tommy looks up at him, but huffs.

“Fuck off, man, not right now.”

Eddie blinks, watching Tommy turn back away from him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, moving to look around the cronies, expecting to see some poor freshman on the ground, but he stops in his tracks, his stomach dripping when he sees Steve. “What…”

“I said fuck off,” Tommy says aggressively, but Eddie doesn’t move, staring.

Steve is curled into a ball against the wall he was leaning against this morning, his face hidden in his knees, and he has a hand in his own hair, gripping so tightly his knuckles are white. It’s only now that Eddie realises that Steve’s breaths are echoing in the room, too fast, too short and sharp.

Shit.

Tommy ignores Eddie, trying to pry Steve’s hand out of his hair.

“Come on, man,” he says. “Snap out of it, you’re— you’re fine.”

“You’re not doing it right,” Eddie says weakly, blinking his eyes when they burn because his boy is on the floor right now, having what looks like a panic attack, and he wants to kiss him better.

Tommy looks up at him.

“The fuck do you mean?” he says angrily. Eddie blinks again, swallowing.

“You’re— You’re hurting him, stop pulling his hand.”

“He’s hurting himself,” Tommy says. “I’m trying to stop him.”

“Yeah, I— I know, just— You gotta be gentle.”

“Fuck off, Munson—“

“I’m serious,” Eddie snaps. “You’re making it worse, cut it out.”

“Munson—”

“Let. Go.”

Tommy lets go of Steve’s wrist like he’s startled, and Eddie takes a breath, pausing before he drops his bag to the ground and pushes between the cronies, ignoring their protests. Tommy tries to stop him.

“Let me help,” Eddie says. “I’m not gonna— I’m not gonna try anything, I just—” He stares at Tommy desperately. “Let me help him.”

Tommy stares back.

“…Fine.”

“Tommy, seriously?” one of the boys asks behind Eddie.

“If he does anything, I’ll deal with it,” Tommy says firmly, turning to look up at him.

Eddie ignores them. He moves closer to Steve.

“Steve, it’s me,” he whispers softly, watching Steve’s shoulders rise and fall with every rapid breath. “Eddie,” he adds, knowing the others are listening. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

Steve doesn’t answer, his hand still gripping his hair tightly.

“Give me a nod,” Eddie whispers, his chest hurting. “Or shake your head for me.”

Steve’s breaths are starting to blend with whimpers, as Eddie can tell that his throat is dry, that he’s crying. And then he nods weakly.

Eddie moves to sit next to his legs, reaching up and sliding a hand over Steve’s arm as gently as he can.

“I got you,” he murmurs, leaning closer. “‘M right here.”

He aches to say things he can’t say in front of Steve’s friends. To call Steve honey and sweetheart. He wants to press kisses to the side of Steve‘s head and to his shoulder.

Eddie’s hand creeps over Steve’s arm slowly, rubbing and squeezing until he reaches Steve’s hand that’s in his hair.

“Need you to let go, Steve,” he says, carefully avoiding saying Stevie. He rubs the back of his hand gently, touching his fingers. “Relax your hand.” Honey.

Steve whines, his hand tightening in his hair, and Eddie’s whole body hurts.

“Steve.” Sweetheart. “You’re okay.” He carefully presses his fingertips under Steve’s fingers, nudging them. “Let go, you can hold my hand, tight as you need to.”

The room is silent except for Steve’s stuttering breaths, and after a tight moment, Steve’s hand jumps from his hair to Eddie’s fingers, gripping them tightly. He’s shaking.

“There you go,” Eddie says gently.

He hears a quiet “What the fuck?” behind himself, and he turns slightly.

“Hagen, can you get them out of here?” he asks, but it’s more of a demand. “Like now?”

“I don’t…”

Eddie turns and looks over his shoulder, glaring at him. He’s sitting against a column between stalls, and when their eyes meet he moves to stand.

“Yeah, come on, guys.”

“Are you serious?” one of them asks, sounding like he’s going to laugh. “You want us to leave?”

“Just— Come on, Drew,” Tommy says, and Eddie hears him pushing the boys, but he doesn’t turn, running his thumb over Steve fingers. “He needs space.”

“So you’re leaving him with the freak?” the other one says.

Steve whimpers. His hand tightens on Eddie’s fingers.

“‘S okay,” Eddie murmurs as softly as he can. “‘S mine, Steve.”

He stops listening to the guys bickers behind him, squeezing Steve’s hand.

“Take a deep breath for me.” Honey. “Nice and slow.”

Steve tries, his breath stuttering, his shoulders shaking.

“You got it,” Eddie murmurs. “Breathe in. …All the way, ‘s okay. And out.”

Steve is trying. He’s trying so hard.

Eddie wants to cry.

“I know,” he says softly. “You’re okay, Steve, I’m right here.”

Steve squeezes his hand.

“Inhale when I squeeze,” Eddie says softly, moving to sit in front of him, a leg bent up around Steve. “Exhale when I let go. Okay?”

He waits for a moment, then shifts his hand to grip Steve’s, and he squeezes tightly, listening as Steve takes a staggered, broken inhale, and then he relaxes his hand, and Steve exhales forcefully.

“There you go,” Eddie says. “Good job.” Baby.

“What the fuck?” one of the boys under his breath, and Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand again, turning to glare at them over his shoulder.

“Get out.”

Tommy shoves at one of the boys’ shoulders, tugging at them and pulling them out the door.

“I got you,” Eddie murmurs softly when the door shuts behind them, relaxing his hand and listening to Steve exhale. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” he breathes.

“Eddie,” Steve chokes. His voice breaks.

“I know,” Eddie says, squeezing. “Just breathe, honey, I’m right here. You’re okay.”

He breathes.

Eddie can hear the boys bickering outside, their voices muffled bough that Eddie can’t quite make out the angry remarks they’re making. Eddie leans in and kisses the top of Steve’s head.

“Look up for me,” he murmurs when Steve’s breathing is slower after a moment. He’s still breathing too fast, too heavily. “Lift your head, honey.”

Steve looks up. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, and his nose and eyes are red, his lips dry and chapped, parted as he breathes. Eddie nods, lifting a hand to hold his chin.

“You’re okay,” he says. “Say it for me, Stevie, you’re okay.”

Steve’s eyes flutter for a moment and another tear falls down his cheek.

“‘M ‘kay,” he mumbles weakly, and Eddie smiles, nodding again.

“Yeah, you are,” Eddie whispers.

“Eddie,” Steve chokes desperately.

“I know, Stevie,” Eddie says, moving closer. “You’re okay, ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?”

He inhales deeply, taking an exaggerated breath so Steve copies him.

“Blow my hair out of my face,” he says, caressing Steve’s chin as he exhales hard.

Tommy raises his voice outside.

Steve glances past Eddie at the door, and Eddie shakes his head.

“Ignore them,” he says softly. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” Steve breathes, blinking his eyes hard. Another tear falls.

“Tonight,” Eddie murmurs, brushing his thumb over Steve’s chin. “You can come by mine. Stay for the weekend.”

Steve’s lip trembles, and he takes another shaky breath.

“Wayne won’t mind?” he asks breathlessly.

Eddie shakes his head.

“No,” he says softly. “Wayne won’t mind at all. He’ll probably make you tea ‘nd shit.”

“Okay,” Steve says weakly.

“Deep breath.”

Eddie nods when Steve takes a deep breath, shifting his hand, but Steve’s hand tightens on it, gripping two of his fingers tightly. Eddie looks at their hands and smiles softly.

It’s the same way he held his hand at Munchy’s party, when he whispered that he’s always hiding.

You don’t have to hide from me, Eddie had said.

I know.

And now Eddie gets to kiss him. So he does. Softly, chastely.

“You’re okay.”

Steve just nods, exhaling and closing his eyes. He breathes slowly, his chest rising and falling steadily as he squeezes Eddie’s fingers. Eddie brushes his thumb over his skin softly. Steve’s eyes open when the door opens, and Eddie looks behind himself to find Tommy coming in quietly, shutting the door behind himself.

Eddie starts to pull his hand away, but Steve clutches at his fingers, shaking his head as Tommy sits on the floor. Eddie runs his thumb back and forth over his skin.

“You okay, man?” Tommy asks softly. Steve nods, staring at the ground. “What happened?”

Steve shakes his head, his lip trembling, his eyes welling with tears.

“I don’t know,” he chokes. A tear escapes down his cheek, and Eddie wipes it away without thinking. Steve’s eyes flutter shut, and Eddie’s body aches with the desire to kiss him again.

“You’re okay,” Eddie murmurs softly, squeezing Steve’s hand gently. Steve nods and lowers his head to his knees, hiding his face and holding Eddie’s hand to his chest. Tommy looks at Eddie, some odd combination of curiosity and worry shining in his eyes, and Eddie just nods slightly.

“Hagen, can you get my bag?” Eddie asks quietly. “I have a bottle of water in there.”

“Uh, yeah.”

Eddie leans forward and squeezes Steve’s arm while Tommy is getting his bag and rummaging through it for Eddie’s water bottle.

Tommy runs his hand over Steve’s back gently while Steve sips at the water. Steve doesn’t let go of Eddie’s fingers, still holding them tightly even as he drinks the water, his hands still trembling.

And Eddie is reminded of that day in detention with Steve, the soft, kind silence between them. Except that now Tommy Hagen here too, rubbing Steve’s back, his eyes lingering on Steve and Eddie’s linked hands, but he doesn’t say anything. And somehow Eddie doesn’t really worry. Because Tommy’s eyes move on from their hands to Steve’s face, to his tear-streaked cheeks, and he looks so worried and heartbroken that Eddie softens a little bit.

Because even though Tommy Hagen is a dick, Eddie can tell just by looking at him that he loves Steve.

“Where are Drew and Davy?” Steve asks after finishing the water, holding the empty bottle. His voice is rough and tired. Eddie squeezes his hand.

“They went to the cafeteria to wait,” Tommy says softly.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, nodding. He sighs slowly, squeezing Eddie’s fingers.

“Ready?” Eddie asks softly. Steve nods.

Eddie helps him stand, holding his hand tightly, and when he’s standing, he leans against the wall, blinking hard.

“Okay?” Eddie says. Tommy’s hands are out like he’s ready to catch Steve if he falls. Steve blinks again, nodding.

“Yeah, just… Got kinda lightheaded.”

Eddie squeeze his hand before they release each other as Steve stands up straight, nodding again.

“Eat something when you get home,” Eddie says gently. “Have some tea or something.”

Steve’s lips twitch into a small smile and he nods. He thanks Eddie in the hallway quietly, staring at him intently, and Eddie feels like he’s kissing him. His eyes are shining the same way they did at the party as he sat on the floor, reflecting all the quiet self-loathing and sadness that he doesn’t say out loud. Withdrawn. Hiding.

Eddie goes out to his van, carrying the empty water bottle. His eyes are burning the whole time, as he heads down the stairs and out the loud front door, wishing he could go back and take Steve home with him. Hoping that Drew and Davy aren’t assholes to Steve but somehow trusting that Tommy wouldn’t let them.

He’s approaching his van when he hears his name behind him, and he turns to find Tommy jogging after him across the empty parking lot. Eddie huffs, turning back toward his van.

“Fuck off, man,” he says when Tommy gets closer, reaching for the handle of the door.

“No, I’m not— I’m not trying to start shit, I just… I just wanna talk.”

Eddie sighs heavily, turning and leaning against his van, glancing past Tommy.

“Where’s Harrington?”

“He’s with the guys,” Tommy says. “He’s okay, he— he said I could go.”

“What do you want?”

Tommy hesitates, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and Eddie’s never seen his face look like this. Uncomfortable, nervous. Not sneering or grimacing or laughing.

“Why’d you help him?” he asks.

Eddie stomach knots. He takes a breath, pressing his lips together.

“He had a panic attack. I know what they’re like, I would’ve helped any of you,” he says honestly.

Tommy hesitates again, nodding and looking away.

“How’d you know what to do?” he asks quietly.

Eddie looks at the ground, biting his lip.

“…I had my first one when I was a kid,” he says finally. “I just… did what would help me. And saw if it helped him, and it did, so.”

Tommy stares at him for a moment, his eyes wide and shining, and Eddie raises his eyebrows before he stands up straight to turn away.

“What do I do?” Tommy bursts.

Eddie looks at him again.

“What?”

Tommy takes a breath, swallowing. His lip quivers for a moment.

“Steve and I… aren’t really as close we used to be, and I don’t know why, but…”

“Have you considered the fact that you’re an asshole?” Eddie says dryly when Tommy pauses. Tommy stares at him blankly.

“He’s still my best friend,” he says quietly. “If that happens again, if he has another… panic attack. What do I do?”

Eddie stares at him, looking at the desperation in his eyes, and he softens again, leaning against the van, twisting the empty bottle in his hand.

“Panic attacks… My first one was because I… thought I had to go somewhere that— that almost… killed me,” he says quietly, staring at the ground of the driveway as he remembers it. Wayne standing by his hospital bed, telling him that he’ll take him home, and the way it felt like the world was ending. He’d thought Wayne meant home to his father, and it was only after a kind nurse managed to calm him down that he found out Wayne meant home.

“Steve’s…” Eddie continues. “I don’t know what happened, and he might not either, really, but whatever it was, even if it was just…” He pauses, shaking his head. “Something like… subconscious or whatever. It feels like… the end. Everything kind of zeroes in on it, and it just takes over.” He looks up at Tommy, who’s listening intently. “He’s not… thinking. There’s no logic, or— or rationalising. Saying stuff like snap out of it or calm down doesn’t mean shit because he can’t.”

Tommy nods, his lips pursing.

“He’s… freaking out,” Eddie continues. “He’s scared, and panicking, so he can’t breathe, which freaks him out more because it— it feels like he’s dying. And he isn’t getting enough air, so he can’t think, so you— you need to get him to breathe.”

“Okay.”

“He might not… want to be touched,” Eddie adds, squeezing the bottle so the plastic crinkles. “‘S why I asked. If he’s too… overwhelmed, it could make it worse. So… Yes or no questions. Is it okay if I touch you, do you wanna hold my hand. Et cetera.”

“Okay,” Tommy says again, softly. Eddie squeezes the bottle again.

“He needed…” He hesitates, watching the plastic move. “He needed to hold something. ‘S why he was pulling his hair so hard, so I offered my hand.” Tommy is nodding like Eddie doesn’t need to explain it, so he stops.

“It might take a while,” Eddie adds, looking at him. “For him to calm down. To— To breathe normally. So just… stay calm. Don’t stress him out more. I made your friends leave because Steve knew they were there, just… watching him.”

“Right,” Tommy says, blinking and looking at the ground like it’s starting to make sense to him. Eddie looks at him, watching the gears turn in his head until Tommy looking back up at him. “Anything else?”

Eddie pauses, thinking about how to phrase what he wants to say, remembering Steve’s sad eyes in the hallway, the way he looked at the ground as he walked away.

“Tell him you love him.”

Tommy blinks.

“I don’t—“ Eddie speaks before Tommy can say anything. “I don’t care if you think it’s queer or whatever, it’s…” He takes a deep breath, sighing. “That was scary for him. I mean— like, terrifying. And he’s tired, and frustrated, and confused and probably really fucking embarrassed. Just…” Eddie looks at Tommy intently. “He hates himself right now. Just make sure he knows that you don’t.”

Tommy is silent for a moment before he nods.

“Okay,” he says quietly.

Eddie stares back at him, taking a breath, twisting the bottle.

“Thank you,” Tommy says. It sounds forced out, the words too sharp, but his eyes are so earnest that Eddie nods.

“You’re a really shitty guy,” Eddie says after a moment, watching Tommy blink. “But you’re not a terrible friend.”

Tommy scoffs.

“Thanks, man.”

Eddie jerks his chin up toward the school.

“Get outta here,” he says lightly, turning and opening the door of his van.

“Thank you, Eddie,” Tommy says, stepping backward. Eddie’s name stops him short, and he looks at him. His eyebrows are raised slightly, his face firm, earnest. “Seriously.”

Eddie nods, pausing one last time.

“If it happens again,” he says, stepping into the van and standing there, looking at Tommy over the door. “And if you need help. Just… find me.”

Tommy nods.

Eddie goes home.

He heads straight to his room to carefully pin Steve’s drawing to his wall with a blue thumbtack. It goes under a sketch of Eddie’s side profile that he got a little while ago. He looks at the drawings as he changes into some sweatpants and a hoodie, and then he goes to look through the cupboard for tea.

He’s in the middle of doing the dishes when he finally hears a car pull up in front of the trailer, and he exhales, shutting off the water and rushing to snatch a towel to dry his hands as he peeks through the blinds to see Steve’s Beemer.

Steve gets out of the car with a backpack over his shoulder, and Eddie gazes, watching before he goes to open the door as Steve is approaching it.

“Hi,” Eddie says softly when Steve looks up at him. Steve exhales when their eyes meet, his chest shifting, and Eddie aches.

“Hi,” he says, pausing at the bottom of the stars. The sun is setting, and his hair looks golden, lighting him up from behind. Eddie thinks briefly that he looks like an angel.

Eddie beckons with a tilt of his head, and Steve comes up the steps. He sets his bag on the ground by the door, and he’s pulling Eddie into his arms before the door is even shut all the way shut.

part 13

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halfway-happyyy · 2 years

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I just got my wisdom teeth out and was wondering if I could have either a rooster or hangman fic with reader who just had her wisdoms out too! The chipmunk look is not it.

oh friend, i feel your pain!! i got mine out 2 years ago and it was brutal. wish i had a hunky pilot to nurse me back to health! hope you recover fast!! warnings include- mentions of blood, IV's, and all the lovely things that come with having your wisdom teeth out.

You took a deep breath and let your finger hover above the name of the contact in your phone.

“You can and should call me anytime.”

Pressing his name, you waited with bated breath while the dial tone sounded in your ear. He picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi, Jake…” you murmured breathlessly. You could make out the distinct ruffle of bedsheets in the background, as the elder pilot whispered something to someone in the background.

“Good morning kid,” he stifled a yawn. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your early morning wake-up call?”

You cringed at the notion that you had disturbed him from something important. “Listen- I need to have my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow morning and the person who was supposed to take me…”

“Can’t anymore?” he finished for you.

You nodded dumbly. “That’s exactly right. And I would take myself except that I’ll be sedated and groggy and I probably shouldn’t drive- so I was wondering if you might be able to drop me off and bring me home?”

A female voice could be heard above the crackle of the phone wire, the realization of it caused your cheeks to burn warmly. Jake simply ignored her. “Of course, I can. What time tomorrow morning?”

You chewed anxiously at the edge of your bottom lip. “11 am.”

“See you tomorrow morning, kid.”

The drive to the clinic had been quiet, the silence punctuated only by short stretches of conversation. “I’m sorry to have bothered you yesterday… I wasn’t sure who else I could have called save for a taxicab or something.”

Jake frowned down at the speedometer and shook his head. “Nonsense. I’m uh… glad that you called. I’m glad that I was able to be able to do this today. Besides,” He added, and proceeded to signal right, shoulder check and move into the right lane. “I made your brother a deal when you moved to San Diego to keep an eye on you- and that is exactly what I intend to do.”

You swallowed hard at the mention of your older brother and turned your attention to the scenery rushing past your window. “I miss him.” You confessed quietly, trying to keep your voice as even as possible.

Jake lifted his hand from the steering wheel as if to wrap it around your own, but something hindered him, and he let it drop back to the black leather wheel. “I do too.” Ten minutes had passed in silence when he pulled into a stall in front of the building and pushed the car into park. “Are you nervous?” He turned to speak to you now, the full power of his glassy green orbs caused any moisture in your mouth to evaporate on the spot.

“Quite, actually.” You admitted.

Jake smiled sympathetically. “It’ll be over before you know it, hm?” He reached over to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear- the subtle brush of his fingertips left trails of fire in their wake, and you stifled a full-body shiver. “And on the bright side- they’re going to give you a bunch of great drugs to keep the pain at bay.”

He exited the vehicle and made his way around to your side of the door, holding it open for you. “You’ll be here when I’m finished?” you asked, and in that moment- you detested how scared and desperate your voice sounded.

Jake rubbed a reassuring hand in circles against your back. “I’ll be here, kid. As long as it takes.” As the nurse escorted you to an exam room, you watched the naval aviator drop into a chair by the window, a half-finished novel wedged firmly in his grasp.

“A warm blanket?” You raised an eyebrow in question at the nurse a few feet away from you, a blanket fresh from the dryer ready in her hands.

“Yes, honey.” She wrapped the warm fleece around your still frame, and surprisingly enough, it had brought a small amount of peace of mind.

The anesthesiologist took a seat next to your bed and rubbed an alcohol swab over a spot in your inner forearm. “This is going to pinch a little, but then you’re going to get very sleepy. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You murmured, despite your immense apprehension.

He slid the IV into your arm, and as the anesthesia made its way into your veins, your whole body suddenly became very cold. You were astonished at how tired you became so fast- and then your entire world faded to black.

“Hi honey- the surgery is all over. You can wake up now.” You came to, to the sensation of someone shaking your arm rather abruptly. Your mouth was more swollen than it had ever been in your life, and you struggled to put a face to your location. “Where- where am I?” you managed to make out.

“You’ve just had your wisdom teeth taken out, darling. You’re at a dental clinic.”

Dismayed, you murmured, “Can I… have them back?”

The nurse pulled the blanket from your body and fit a Band-Aid over the wound in your arm from the IV. “Can you have what back?”

Your thoughts felt as though they needed to swim through an ocean before they could exit your mouth. “My teeth… can I have them?” You could not, for the life of you, figure out why this was such a difficult concept for her.

“Oh, honey no… they’re gone.”

Gone? Where on earth did they go?

You had been about to push her further on the mystery of your missing molars when a patient next to you had been roused from their sedation, and had begun eliciting loud, groggy groans.

“Jake…” you murmured wearily. “I’d like to see my… Jake now.”

The nurse nodded her head and moved to help you off the gurney. “He’s just waiting for you behind the door, honey.”

Sure enough, when she opened the door to the back of the clinic, Jake was already waiting for you. “There she is,” He smiled and stood from his position at the bench. “How’d you do, kid?”

You watched his figure approach you- watched the way the sleeves of his worn t-shirt stretched out around his toned biceps. You had always been in awe of him, but this? This was too much. The nurse cleared her throat and passed him over a small slip of paper, and a large pack of gauze. “This is a prescription for Toradol and Tylenol 3’s. Please have her alternate between the two every three hours, to keep on top of the pain.” Jake read the paper and then simply slipped it into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Anything else I should be aware of?”

The nurse gestured to you. “Swelling is absolutely expected and should return to normal in a few days from now. Keep an eye on her temperature and check the gauze every hour or so. If her sutures aren’t clotting and her bleeding is excessive, take her to a hospital. No straws, or excessively cold or hot foods.”

“No ice cream?” You gasped and could feel the warm prickle of tears in the depths of your eyes.

“Thank you.” Jake smiled politely and watched the nurse leave. He dropped to his knees to help you get your boots on. “How are you feeling?”

“How am I feeling?” You mumbled, not entirely aware of how much the gauze was making you lisp. “I feel like I’m missing a piece of myself.”

Jake stifled a chuckle. “Beg your pardon?”

“They took my teeth Jake. They just… ripped them from my mouth and stole them.”

“They needed to come out kid.” He hooked an arm around your frame and helped you out the backdoor to his waiting car. “They were super impacted.”

You shook your head. “At my last consultation they told me that if they came out intact… that I could have them,” You ran a finger over the top of your numb lip. “I miss them…”

Jake succeeded in getting you buckled into your seat and made his way around to the driver’s side. Once settled, he turned to you and gestured to the radio. “Is there anything you’d like to listen to on the way home?”

You thought for a moment. “You know that old western song about the big iron on his hip?”

Jake seemed clueless, so you attempted to hum it for him. “Yeah- I’m just going to type it into Spotify and see what comes up, okay?”

You nodded, numbly. “Hurry please. I just want to forget about my missing teeth.”

You had been too tired to notice Jake’s muffled laughter.

Coming to for the second time that day, it was to the realization that Jake had managed to get you from the car to your apartment without your recollection. “Hi, kid.” He murmured. Your side of the bed dipped under his weight as he found himself a seat next to you. “Let’s check that gauze, okay? Open up, please.”

Groggily, you did as you were told and watched his face drop the smallest bit. “Oh, definitely time for a change-out.” He reached for the packet of gauze next to the table and rolled two pieces up into long sticks. He then pulled the soggy, bloody pieces from your mouth and dropped them into the garbage can next to your bed.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

Jake shook his head, his jaw set. “Don’t even think about it. It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? They were soaked in blood!”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah well, you just had surgery on your mouth, kid. There is bound to be blood. But it looks like they’re clotting okay, so you’re on the right track.” He rubbed a warm thumb over the back of your hand. “Would you like to try some water and Toradol? How is your pain?”

“What time is it?”

Jake glanced at the watch on his wrist. “2:43.”

You tried to gauge your pain by biting down softly on the raw skin, which caused you to whimper quietly. “Yeah, I’ll have some water.”

Jake nodded finitely and stood from the bed to head to the kitchen. He returned moments later with a glass of water and a pill in his hand.

“God, you’re good-looking.” you sighed as he came further into view.

“And you, are about to be on some pretty hefty painkillers, kid.”

You shook your head. “That won’t change a thing, Jake.”

He settled down on the bed beside you and tapped your chin gently. “Open up, please.” Doing as you were told; he placed a small white pill on the flat of your tongue and slid a water glass into the crook of your open hand. “These are going to make you sleepy I think.”

You took a hearty swig of the water and swallowed the pill, eying the sticks of gauze on the bed that Jake had already rolled. “Would you mind inserting them back in?”

His gaze followed yours and he nodded his head. “Of course.” Once that was done, and he had tucked you firmly back into bed, he stood to leave. “Can I bring you anything else?”

You could already feel the familiar pull of your eyelids- sleep loomed above you like a warm rain cloud. “No… but could you stay with me?”

He hesitated at the doorway- you almost expected him to decline, but then he turned on his heal and sidled into bed beside you. His presence alone was like a safety blanket; nothing untoward could happen to you if he was there. You slowly drifted off to the feeling of his impossibly large, warm, fingers brushing through your hair. “Hey Jake?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Mhm?”

“Who do you think has my teeth?”

You did not miss the way his shoulders shook with silent laughter. After a while he cleared his throat and said, “I’m not sure, kid. Maybe the clinic employs a tooth fairy and instead of money you get…”

“You get Jake’s.” you yawned.

And before he could respond to that, you had already drifted off.

Evening had come fast- when you awoke a few hours later, night had fallen, and your apartment was permeated with the mouth-watering scent of homemade chicken noodle soup. Jake stood in the doorway of your bedroom and you smiled dopily at him. “Hi there.”

He happily returned your smile. “Hi, kid. Let’s see how that gauze is doing, hm?” He closed the distance quickly, and you were already open wide. Again, he pulled the sodden ones from your mouth and discarded them, settling a warm hand over your thigh. “Are you hungry at all? I made some soup…”

You nodded. “Quite hungry, actually.”

“Alright then, I’ll be back momentarily.”

You watched his figure disappear from frame, could hear cupboards and drawers opening in the distance. When he returned, he was laden with two steaming bowls of soup, and a bed tray. You ate mostly in silence- you could not remember the last time someone had cooked for you, and you reveled in that notion for the entire meal. Your mouth was sore, and you felt grotesquely swollen, but you knew that eventually it would pass. “Thanks a lot for this, Jake.”

He shrugged as he scraped the spoon around the bottom of his empty bowl. “No worries. It was my mum’s recipe.”

You shook your head. “Not just for the soup, Jake… but for everything.”

He took your empty bowl and made for the direction of the kitchen. “Don’t mention it kid.”

After dinner, Jake helped you to your bathroom so that you could rinse your mouth out with the bright green, medicated mouthwash they had prescribed you. You took a Tylenol 3 in preparation for sleep, and he helped you get into your pajamas and settle right back into your down duvet. A gentle summer rain had begun to patter against your glass window, and you felt lulled by the staccato of it. Thinking back to your phone call to him yesterday morning, your cheeks grew warm in mild embarrassment. “I uh… I’m sorry for interrupting you yesterday.”

It took him a moment to reply. “You didn’t.”

“She sounded beautiful.”

Jake hummed contentedly next to you and let a few moments pass before he leaned over and pressed a warm kiss to the edge of your swollen jawline. “She couldn’t hold a candle to you, kid.”

The only thing that seemed to calm your racing heart, was the notion that when the sun rose to greet you in the morning, she would also greet the wonderfully warm, and kind man next to you.

#jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin #hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #hangman x reader #drabble #fluff #top gun: maverick #glen powell

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atonalginger · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday and a big update to Reclaiming Home

yes I'm doing another massive update because it's all been sitting banked and I'll feel better once it's out. Also, because it's Wednesday and this is my main WIP atm so boom, two birds and all that jazz.

tagging the coemancer crew, @silurisanguine, @fangbangerghoul, @staticpallour, @eridanidreams, @bearlytolerant, @aro-pancake, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @order-of-the-eye, @toxiclizardwrites and anyone I might have forgotten <3 here's a snippet of the WIP that was posted to ao3 below. To start from the beginning of the update (chapter 5-11 is the big update) click here.

Cora stared back at the monitor, at her unfinished letter, “when I was younger I tried really hard to get him and my mom back together. I didn’t want things to change. I liked having my dad more but I was still scared of the changes. She just stopped coming around and I tried really hard to rebuild my family.”

“Changes are scary,” Frost agreed.

“I know my dad and Doc are trying to take it slow, to start over. I don’t want him to think I’m trying that again with Doc. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to rush them.” Cora felt her voice going shaky and she didn’t like it. Big girl, no tears.

“You could tell them that,” Frost reasoned, “it doesn’t matter the original purpose of the album, it’s just pictures now.”

“I like Doc a lot,” her voice broke and she stopped, trying to stop the emotions from coming.

“That’s natural, she’s a delightful soul,” Frost said.

Cora laughed, a tear breaking through, “Right?”

“Why does that make you sad?” Frost asked.

“I don’t want to drive her away too,” Cora whimpered and pulled her knees up to her chest, sitting in a tight ball on the big chair.

“I don’t see that happening, little bookworm,” Frost assured her.

Cora hugged her shins and steadied her breathing. Hearing that from Frost was comforting and she was trying to hold onto his words, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” Frost said. He leaned against the wall, his arms relaxed at his sides.

“Do you remember my mom?” she asked, “Have you ever met her?”

“I have,” Frost nodded, “I do.”

“Do you think she loves me?” Cora asked, her eyes glued to the monitor.

“I think she loves having a daughter,” Frost said.

It wasn’t what she asked and yet answered so much. She sniffed and wiped her eyes, letting her legs relax to sit crossed-legged in the chair, “Does she like our secret book club?”

“She is proud of your little secret,” he said.

Another half answer that said so much with so little, “Do you think she’d notice if I stopped picking books? If I stopped?”

“Yes,” Frost nodded.

“Thank you,” Cora said as she went to finish her letter, “I should get this done while we’re closer to the FC satellite so it’ll get to her faster.”

“May I ask you a question?” Frost asked.

“Yeah,” Cora looked over.

“Do you enjoy your secret book club?” he asked.

Cora sat quiet, pondering his question. They’d started the book club as a way of sharing one of Cora’s interests and giving them more to talk about. Mom wanted it to be a secret because mom mentioned her dad not liking it, which Cora thought silly but then again they fought so much whenever they talked that it was possible. She didn’t like keeping that secret from her dad, she felt bad every time she lied about it, but it was what mom wanted.

Then there was the fact that mom took so long to read the books Cora picked. She knew her mom was busy with work but she was pretty sure it was actually taking so long because her mom didn’t like the books. She frowned, “I wish it didn’t have to be a secret.”

Frost nodded, “secrets can weigh heavy on the soul.”

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #coemancer #the coemancer crew #atonalginger writes #wip wednesday #Cora Coe #Doc Melody #DocCoe #Reclaiming Home #Frost

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archoniluthradanar · 11 months

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Kite Flying with the Volturi masters

Kite Flying with the Volturi Masters

You love the weather in Volterra, but not the wind. Today, however, is breezy, just enough for another old past time of yours. Kite flying.

You go find Aro, who is sitting on his throne, doing absolutely nothing. His red eyes remain unfocused, that is, until he notices your arrival.

"My dear, it's good to see you. Please..." He holds out his hand to you, not to read you, but to draw you closer. He pulls you onto his lap, kissing your cheek. "What can I do for you today?"

"Well," you begin, "if you, Marcus and Caius aren't doing anything, and it looks like you're not, how would you like to spend some time outside, away from the city, that is. There's that large field a few miles away. It's perfectly breezy out."

"I thought you hated wind," he said.

"I do, but this is a breeze. I thought we might go kite flying." You look at him with an expectant expression.

The ancient Volturi master sometimes finds your ideas silly, but he does enjoy experiencing bits and pieces of your human life. "We have no kites," he says, assuming you would know that.

"Felix can go into the village. There's a small toy store there. He knows the place," you suggest.

"And how would Felix know about stores that sell toys?" Aro raises his brow at you.

You bite your lower lip. "I sent him there once?"

Aro smiles at you, his raised brow unchanged.

"Ok, three times." How does this master of vampires so easily make you admit the truth about anything, and without torture?

"Of course, our Felix would do anything for you. Very well, go ask him to get four kites. I will speak with Marcus and Caius. We will meet you here at say, 2:00pm?"

You hug your protector, grinning. "Thank you, Aro. Maybe we can run instead of taking a car?"

"You just want Marcus to carry you."

You blush. "I love having Marcus carry me. Look, Aro, you put us together, so no grousing when we find we like being together." You hop off the master's lap and say, "See you later, Aro." You go find Felix to ask him to visit the village toy store to buy the kites.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Later, Felix returns with four kites, hoping they prove suitable for you.

"Thank you, my friend. These are perfect."

You take the kites to the throne room to see all three masters waiting for you.

Marcus moves to your side and kisses you. "What is this new hobby you have, my love?"

Just being with your new mate has you wanting to participate in another hobby recently acquired. But you do still want to go outside to enjoy the fresh air away from the city. Later, you tell yourself.

"Who wants to take the kites? Marcus will be taking me."

Caius rolls his eyes but he picks up the package holding the kites, heading outside through the back gate.

Marcus smiles at you and picks you up in his arms, asking if you're comfortable. "Keep your face close to me and close your eyes, little human."

You nod and wind your arms around his neck, while burying your face in his chest, eyes closed. He takes off, moving so fast it forces you to tighten your hold on him.

Aro runs fast enough to easily catch up to you. It's not long before he arrives at the field you mentioned, Caius and you with Marcus close behind. Marcus kisses you before putting you down, holding onto you when you sway a bit unsteadily.

Caius puts the kites on the ground, and looking them over, chooses the kite that is shaped like a black bat. You wonder why you're surprised. "You do realize how cliché that is."

"You're just jealous you didn't get to choose it first, little human. The bat may seem a bit cliché for our kind, who do not turn into bats by the way, but they are fascinating creatures all the same."

You help the masters put together their kites, the breeze picking up a little bit. This should be great for high flying.

"What is the purpose of this again?" Aro asks.

"Haven't you ever heard of Benjamin Franklin?"

"He was an American also."

"Yes, Aro, but the important thing was his experiment using a kite and a key to see if there was a correlation between lightning and electricity. You're supposed to be among the most intelligent people on the planet, or so you implied."

Aro takes that as a challenge. "Yes, my dear. So kites do not have to be just toys."

You press up against him and kiss his cool cheek. "Now you've got it, Aro!"

"What do I do?" he questions you, feeling a bit resigned to your enthusiasm.

"Tie the string to your wrist. That way if you lose the string, the kite won't fly away." You show them by letting go of your string and how the end is tied to your wrist, securing the kite safely. "As the wind catches the kite, let the spindle string out so the kite will be able to fly upward.

You watch as all four kites slowly but surely make their way up into the sky. Then you notice the smaller black kite heading for yours, bumping into it several times.

"Caius, your kite is not a weapon. Stop attacking my kite!" The bat kite circled your rainbow striped kite, as if it were stalking it.

"I am not trying to attack your pathetic kite," he tells you, smirking and using the breeze to send his kite into yours once more.

"Ha! You're a leader of armies, a strategist of wartime fighting. It's all you know. Attack and destroy," you accuse him playfully.

Caius let his kite drift away from yours, and moved to your side. His red eyes bore into your human orbs, his concentration only on you. You felt yourself leaning toward Caius and not on your own accord. He still hadn't blinked. His hand reached up to touch your chin. "It's not all I know."

"Marcus! Caius is trying to seduce me again!" You saw your mate flash between you and the blonde vampire master. You clung to his shirt while you stood behind him.

"Brother, it was one thing when we were unattached to one another. Tease her no more in this fashion." His eyes had turned a shade darker when he stared down Caius.

Caius stepped back, his hands up. "It was just that, teasing, brother. She likes it." He looked behind Marcus to meet your eyes with his. "Isn't that so, little human."

You glare at him, then shake your head. "My soon-to-be-brother, unless you'd like to go around headless, listen to my mate."

"Oh look, my kite is falling to Earth. I'd better work on it. If you'll excuse me." Caius returned to using the breeze to his advantage.

Meanwhile, Aro was smiling to himself. He was happy to see Marcus finally accept Didyme's death and absence by taking you as his mate. Soon he would change you, then you would officially be a member of the Volturi.

"Uhem...wake up, Aro! You're entangling your string with Marcus' string."

"It will go no higher, my dear."

You see the breeze is starting to die, and the kites are beginning to fall to Earth. "I suppose we will have to call it a day. With no wind, there is no lift." You help the others reel in their kites, thinking if they're kept nice, the guards may want to play with them.

Once everything is packed up, Caius takes the package again and heads for the city and castle, followed by Aro.

Marcus takes you in his arms, and you burrow into his chest, wishing you could hear the beating of his heart. He may not have an active heart any longer, but he loves you, this you know with certainty. One day, your heart will stop beating, yet you know it will still feel only love for this ancient vampire.

Marcus looks down at you, and smiles. "To our chambers?" he asks hopefully.

You cup his cheek and kiss him deeply in response. "Please."

He then flashes back to Volterra proper.

The hours were fun for you, and you wonder what else you can share with the masters. They're so hard to keep entertained.

#volturi fanfiction #Summer Fun #The Volturi #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #aro volturi x reader

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 5 months

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Midnight Roses (3)

This fic contains canon-typical violence and behaviours, manipulation, mentions of death, murder, orphans, pain, blood, blood drinking, torture, memory manipulation, prison, and criminals.

Italian Translations:

amore mio - my love

Anche tu mi sei mancato - I missed you too.

Chapter 3

Once the Cullens and Bella had left the throne room, escorted by a very displeased Jane, Alec and Sulpicia, Caius and Athenadora swept from the throne room in step with each other. Aro took one look around the room, sighed, shook his head and then he too left.

Marcus was clearly at the end of his patience and so, using his grip on your hand, he lifted you over the arm of his throne that was in between the both of you in one fluid movement and onto his lap.

“I missed you, amore mio,” he purred into your ear.

You snuggled into your mate’s embrace “Anche tu mi sei mancato” You replied in a soft tone.

“Did the Romanians give you any trouble?” He rumbled.

You peered up at him, “If they didn’t give me any trouble, they wouldn’t be the Romanians that we knew.”

Marcus let out a dissatisfied growl at the fact that the Romanians’ stubbornness had kept the two of you apart for longer than necessary. He rose from his throne and instead of letting out a yelp at the sudden movement like you had earlier in your relationship, you wove your arms around his shoulders and rested your head against his broad chest.

It didn’t take the two of you long to reach your shared quarters and Marcus placed you carefully on the bed and took off your shoes before laying down himself. You immediately curled into his embrace and he cupped the back of your neck to keep you in place.

Without any prompting, you answered his unasked question, “I think Bella has been provided a biased view of our history.”

Marcus’ hand dropped and he massaged your shoulder gently, “You aim to correct this.” He stated.

“You can’t make a decision if half the information is missing.” You yawned as the battles, travels and meeting in the throne room caught up to you.

“You can,” Marcus disagreed. “But it won’t be a well-reasoned one.”

You yawned again.

“Rest my beloved. You are home.”

The next morning you woke up still cocooned in Marcus’ embrace.

After reluctantly extracting yourself from your mate’s presence hours later, you found Bella standing in the portrait corridor. She was facing away from you and staring at the numerous paintings that adorned the walls.

“Art has a way of making the darkest parts of our history glow with a secretive light.”

Bella spun around to face you, “Edward said that I shouldn’t be alone with you.”

“There’s that phrase again: Edward said.” The last two words were oozing with venom as you gazed at the teen.

You felt a rush of air and then Rosalie appeared at your side. “There. Now you’re not alone with her. Problem solved.”

Bella shook her head with a faint sneer and turned to face the paintings again. Rosalie glared at her before switching her gaze to the paintings.

“Did Great King Marcus paint these?” She asked in awe.

Some of your anger vanished at her amazement, “My mate has a passion for art, especially painting.”

Rosalie’s gaze moved to the next painting on the wall, “Why did he paint a portrait of so many immortal children?”

You saw Bella’s head turn slightly in your direction, “It was his way of remembering the children when they were innocent and mortal.”

Still facing away from you, Bella spoke. “What are immortal children and why did Marcus feel the need to honour them?”

“Immortal children are children who were transformed into vampires. Like all other vampires, they are frozen in time but there is one crucial differences. Immortal children cannot develop mentally. Children can be infuriatingly stubborn, especially toddlers which was what the majority of the immortal children were. You cannot reason with a toddler when they are in the middle of a tantrum. Now, imagine that that toddler had vampiric abilities as well. Every thought, every impulse would become an action.”

“Why were they turned to begin with?”

“Their creators wanted to preserve them in time due to factors such as war, famine, disease, poverty. The list is endless. Part of the problem with immortal children was that their sire would become obsessed with their existence. That extended to other vampires as well. To know them was to love them.”

“The portrait of the immortal children I understand but why is there a portrait of the Romanians and Strigoi on the wall?” Rosalie questioned.

“To ensure that we never forget how damaging and unexpected alliances can be.”

“Who are the Strigoi?”

You frowned at Bella’s back, “What has Edward taught you about this world?”

Bella chose not to answer so Rosalie did, “Very little. It appears that Edward,” she sniffed disdainfully and a memory flashed in front of your eyes of Hera doing the exact same thing, “taught her only what he thought she needed to know when he thought she needed to know it.”

“He told me all about the Volturi!” Bella shot back.

“Did he really?” Rosalie argued, “Or did he only tell you about the most important vampires in the Volturi coven? I know my brother much better than you do.”

“There were three main types of vampires in the world.” You spoke over the two of them, hoping that your words would prevent the brewing argument and they did. “The Empousai who were the servants of Hecate and some believe inspired the legend of the vampires to begin with, the Strigoi who were the deadliest and most feared of all vampires and the vampires you know today are the only ones who survived.” You explained.

“The Cold Ones.”

You inclined your head, “That is one of the names for them. Years ago, when the Romanian coven ruled the vampiric world, they joined forces with the Strigoi and for a time, they were the deadliest combination of vampires. However this alliance had an unintended side effect. Due to their power and their egos, the Romanians became reckless and arrogant.” Bella pivoted and gazed directly at you, completely enthralled in your recount of the past.

“They began to hunt in the day and draw attention and so, as the legends of the Romanians grew, the power of the Strigoi faded because the Strigoi depended on their reputations and the humans fear of them to survive. At this time, the Volturi were growing stronger. They decimated the Romanian coven and destroyed the Strigoi. When the Romanian coven fell, leaving only two members alive, the Volturi became the rulers of the vampiric world.”

“The last time that Edward, Alice, and I were here, Caius said that the Volturi don’t give second chances. If that’s true, why did he, Aro and Marcus let the Romanians live?”

“Because they weren’t living Bella. The Romanians were forced to spend the rest of their immortal existence in their castle with only the memories of their glory and power to keep them company knowing that the power they once enjoyed was now lost to them.”

“You used the past tense when talking about the Romanians just then” Bella observed shrewdly, “Did the Romanians have something to do with the fact that you returned to Volterra after Alabaster?”

“They did.” You admitted with a small grin at Bella’s perceptiveness. “We received a report that the Romanians were marshalling their remaining strength for an attack on Volterra.” You omitted the fact that the report had come from Alabaster after he had a dream about the chaos that would ensue if the Romanians were successful with their plan.

“Aro dispatched Alabaster and I that same day to deal with the Romanians.”

“What were they planning to do?”

“They were planning to revive an army of Strigoi and challenge the Volturi for the crown. Because they would have been the ones to raise the Strigoi, the Strigoi would have been completely loyal to them unlike the Strigoi that the Romanians allied themselves with in the past.”

“You and Alabaster obliterated the Romanian coven, didn’t you?” Rosalie inquired.

“By the time we arrived, some of the Strigoi were raising their hands out of the dirt outside the Romanian castle. When the Romanians were destroyed, the spell reviving the Strigoi was broken and the Strigoi lost their tether to this world. They were sucked back into the earth and imprisoned there as their consciousness faded and they crumbled into dust.”

As soon as you finished speaking, you realised that you might have been a bit too matter of fact in your explanation because Bella was now gazing at you with a look of disgust on her face.

“I almost believed that you and the Volturi were different but what you just said proved that Edward was right. The Volturi are monsters. I don’t know how I thought they could be anything more especially after Heidi led that tour group into the throne room to their deaths.”

Rosalie stepped forward angrily, “You are a guest in Volterra, Bella. Act like it.”

“Don’t you think that it would draw too much attention if several official tour groups were to go missing while they were in Volterra, Bella?” You demanded at the same time. “The Volturi would be breaking their only law to feed and while the Volturi have been called many things that are historically true, only the ignorant call them hypocrites.”

“You’re a liar! You’re exactly like them!”

“Did you know that Volterra and her neighbouring regions have the lowest rate of crime in all of Italy?” You asked conversationally. You knew that the vampires in the castle and Alabaster would be able to hear what was going on but you also knew that they had enough faith in you to diffuse the situation. That being said, you were certain that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you when you saw two blonds and one brunet zip past the three of you.

“What has that got to do with anything?” Bella cried.

“Those ‘tour groups’ are dangerous criminals. Heidi, Jane, and Alec visit the prisons, find the most dangerous criminals, and take them out for a day tour. The heads of the prisons are all vampires and they are loyal to the Volturi. The criminals are dressed in expensive clothes, taken for a luxurious tour of Volterra before they are ushered into the castle.”

“No.” Bella refused, “We saw children.”

“Alec and Jane escort the children into a side room and Alec uses his gift to keep them calm and dull their senses. The children are not blamed for their parents or caregivers actions. After the Volturi have fed, we have some vampires who use their gifts so that the children forget what they’ve seen, heard, smelled, or felt and Jane finds the children new homes after extensively researching prospective parents.”

Bella’s expression cleared and she looked thoughtful, “But what if someone was wrongfully incarcerated? Is there a chance that they would they end up in the group?”

Now it was your turn to shake your head, “That’s why we have vampires running the prisons. They examine the evidence and if someone is truly innocent of the crime that they’ve been convicted of the evidence that demonstrates their innocence is presented to the courts and the innocent is freed. And yes, as a precaution, a vampire will examine their mind to ensure that there is no chance of the innocent being aware of the hidden supernatural world.”

Bella’s stomach grumbled and a rosy tint appeared on her cheeks. With a quiet, embarrassed goodbye, she walked out of the corridor leaving you alone with Rosalie.

“You handled that much better than I would have.” The blonde remarked.

“After a lifetime of people making assumptions about you, you learn how to react to it.” You replied, “What were you doing before you came to the corridor?”

“Watching my mate spar with Felix. It wasn’t an uneven fight; Emmett was holding his own against Felix.” Rosalie answered proudly.

“Felix would enjoy the challenge of fighting someone who matched his strength.” You hummed.

#my writing #my fics #midnight roses #twilight x percy jackson #marcus volturi x reader #marcus volturi #female reader #bella swan #rosalie hale #felix volturi #emmett cullen #edward cullen

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arwenadreamer · 1 year

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Let me tell you a bit about my wonderful, wonderful JiB 11 experiences.

It finally happened! I've met Jared Padalecki!

First thing Saturday morning I went to his auto. I had bought a moose notebook back in 2019 when I got the JiB tickets, and have been waiting to give it to him ever since. He looked at it, then visibly did a double take and started to laugh. I told him "Back when I got the notebook you had this huge hiatus beard!" He smiled, stroked with his knuckles over his own beard and said "I'll get there again!".

Next up was my Jared photo. While I was standing in line for the OP, he made eye contact two times, very briefly, and I almost died on the spot. Lol. I am an aro/ace woman in my fourties, but this man is killing me!

We took the picture, I said thank you and turned away. While I was turning away, his hand stayed on my back, and he rubbed me twice in circles. I don't remember much from this op, but I do remember the feeling of him stroking by back in circles. I also remember the feeling of his chin on top of my head. And how cold that stupid (sorry) Gucci jacket was against my face.

I'm not putting an uncensored picture on here, but believe me, I couldn't smile any more if I tried. I have a look on my face that is completely over the moon, but who can blame me?

With Jensen, I asked him to be hugged from behind, and I really love this photo too. I just wish I had left my jacket on. My bare arms don't look so good on here. But that's just me being self critical. So what the heck, I'm gonna share it with you anyways.

@takikojou and me planned on standing in line for a question at the first panel sunday morning. (A Jared solo panel.) I knew what question I wanted to ask, but I planned on writing it down. Just to be sure I'd get it right.

But while we were sitting in the Saturday evening Jared solo panel, close to the right hand side microphone for questions, the queue on that side was getting shorter and shorter, and suddenly there was no one standing in line at all. On the other side there were still plenty of people queing, and there was also quite some time left on the panel. So I just got up and went up to the micro without thinking. While I was standing there, my heart beat like crazy. I have no idea what was being said during the question Jared was currently answering. I just tried to get the question right in my head. When it was my turn, I asked him:

"At the last JiB I asked Jensen a question for both of you -"

Jared: "I wasn't there last JiB."

Me: "I know."

(That sounded rather rude-ish, but I swear I didn't mean it that way. I was just so incredibly nervouse.)

Me: "I asked Jensen to answer for both of you and he did, but he also said you would probably have this long insidefull answer. So now I'm asking you. What aspect of Sam's and Dean's personality was hardest to act?" And then, because I was kind of besides myself, I felt the need to clarify "Sam, in your case."

Jared said that a lot of Sam came pretty natural to him, and he gives credit for that to the writers who got to know who he is and wrote Sam that way. As an example he mentions Sam's "empathetic puppy dog eyes" written in scripts. He then says that the hardest part to act was Sam's kind of comedy. Because for him Sam's kind of comedy was hard to find. And that maybe that was correct, because Sam didn't think of himself as a funny person. Whereas Cordell Walker's kind of comedy is basically Jared's kind of comedy.

He concluded: "That's my answer. I hope it lived up to Jensen's expectations." Lol.

That's when I messed up completely in my nervousnes. Because I repeated Jensen's answer the wrong way around. Jensen had said for Jared it would be "having a shorter older brother". But I said to Jared:

"Jensen said it would be having a taller older brother."

But Jared, being the intelligent man he is, and knowing Jensen the way he does, immediately made sense of it.

"I guess for me it would be having a shorter older brother. Because my brother is taller than I am. So."

And with that he basically repeated Jensen's answer for him from JiB 12. Lol.

Here's the video, if you're interested. My question starts at around 19:10.

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As I've just rewatched the video, I've realised that he was looking at me a lot. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see from my position at the microphone. In a panel on the next day Jared mentions that everybody on that microphone is squinting and shielding their eyes. There was this bright light shining right in peoples eyes over there. They dialed it down a bit after Jared mentioning it on Sunday, but Saturday, I could hardly make him out on stage.

On Sunday came my long awaited J2 OP. I asked them if they could look like Sam and Dean as opposed to Jared and Jensen. They both said sure and we did the OP. When I left I said thank you. Jensen answered in the most Texas drawl "You're welcome!". I loved the way he said it.

I also love the OP! I tried to smile a bit less, to make it more of a Winchester pic. I failed horribly at that. But again, who can blame me?

On my other post someone commented it looks like Sam and Dean are confused that there is someone in between their hug. And that is so true, lol. "Sorry, boy's, I'll get out of your way, now."

When I went to the Jensen auto with my friend, we were waiting in line inside the auto room, even though Jensen was not there yet. But Jared was. He was sitting at the table, giving auto's. I was standing at a point in line that was basically closest to Jared for about 20 to 30 minutes, without my line moving. So I had plenty of time watching Jared from about 3 meters away. And I was blown away by his kindness, his gentle and funny nature. What everyone says about him is absolutely true. He really makes these short interactions for everyone special. And his full attention is at the person in front of him. Always. It's one thing to experience that in person for one short interaction. It's another to witness that with dozen's of people. It's not just one friendly hello after the other. (Which, honestly, would be enough to ask for.) It's that his facial expression changes with every person. With some he laughs, with some he's serious. He's listening intently if someone talks to him. I could't here what was being said (and wouldn't have wanted to eavesdrop anyway), and couldn't see what he signed. But I saw his face. I saw he reacted to that. And it never seemed forced. He just is that kind of person. Genuine. Empathetic. I only saw one thing given to him. And I had to laugh. Someone brought him Haribo gummy bears. He was so FAST taking that and slipping it into the bag for presents he had behind the table. It was a blink and you'll miss it moment. Lol. I guess that's also genuinely him. He loves his sweets.

Then Jensen arrived and I had my autograph. He was really, really nice and attentive too. Jensen also always makes sure to look up at the end of each auto and look people in the eye.

I had so many great interactions throughout the convention, and everything I had hoped for had come true already. There were just a few panels left I wanted to watch.

So @takikojou and I went into the panel room for the Jared and Misha panel. And she points out that there is no-one at the microphone on the left hand side yet. She asked me to stand in line with her. So I did. I quickly came up with a question for both of them. I didn't want to ask a Jared only question at a Mishalecki panel. I thought that would be rude.

So I wanted to ask where in Germany besides Berlin they had been. I thought this would be a short question with short answers, nothing special. But then Jared Padalecki basically had a whole conversation with me, and it turned into the most amazing moment of the whole JiB convention!

I'll leave the link here. It starts at 7:20

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You may have seen videos where people stand in the hallway at the end of JiB con, and the actors come out to walk through the people, giving high fives and stuff. There's a small area where people can stand, behind barrier tapes. When my friends and me came out of the panel room, that area was already crowded. So we just left the convention area through a hallway in which no-one was allowed to stand. But at the end of the hallway people gathered again. My friends and I got a really good place there, right at the end of the hallway, where the room opens again. Security quickly put up more barrier tapes. So basically, it was a espallier (? that what you call it? ) of people, then a hallway, and then another espallier of people, forming one long line.

People in the first area where shouting for Jensen to come out, and he did. But he didn't see us down at the second area at the end of the hallway, so the turned around and went back into the green room again. Same with Jared after that. They just didn't see us. I know because I was the first person at the end of the hallway and had a perfect view all the way up. They didn't even look in our direction. And they couldn't hear us over the loud crowd in area one.

Then came Rob, and he saw us. When he realised there were so many more people down there, he just started a sprint and came to us. The security guard accompaniying him was completely taken by surprise and had trouble keeping up, lol. Rob went through our row, and so did every other actor after that.

Matt Cohen was last. He went through our row, and when he came back, while passing me, I asked him:

"Matt, can you ask Jared and Jensen to come down here as well?"

He said he would. And he did.

A few minutes later all the actors came out together, and they all came into our second area.

I thought that was a pretty great grand finale. But then my friend surprised me with a can of FBBC beer she had brought from Austin to share with me. And that was just the crown on top of an overwhelming, amazing, wonderful weekend. I had the time of my life! And I am so grateful I got to share it all with @takikojou and M. It would not have been half as wonderful without you two!

#JiB 11 #arwenas jib 11 experiences #Jared Padalecki #Jared Padalecki admiration #Jensen Ackles #Youtube

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 6 months

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What if Rosalie asked to adopt Bella's baby in exchange of protection during pregnancy?

Rosalie: "You want to not be forced into an abortion, fine! I want full rights on that baby after you give birth! "

Would Bella agree to this? What would Edward and Jacob do if they hear Rosalie asking Bella this? What happens after the baby is born and Jacob imprints? Does Bella ask to have her baby back?

...

Caveat

She didn't do this. Also, why would she do this? Look, I know corners of this fandom love to hate on Rosalie and her baby fever, but it was clear Bella wanted the baby and was... not thinking about the very likely possibility of her death.

Is Rosalie really going to bring up, out loud, "So, when you kick the bucket I get your baby, right?"

That's not even getting to what you're asking, which is to start out using the fact that Edward will cut her open as leverage to get Bella's baby. Not mentioning, of course, that Edward's abortion attempt would likely go very sideways with Bella very dead.

"Bella gives me the baby or it gets the hose again" - Rosalie Hale.

Come on, guys.

If this is what you want, write the fic. I guarantee you'll be much happier than on my blog.

(gif credit @franzias-cave)

Alright, Rosalie Has a Stroke and Enters a Fanfic

Rosalie is a fanfiction villainess now, I guess. Bella would not agree, the entire point is to have the baby and if she dies having it for Edward to have it. Bella would have to come up with some other plan to stop Edward from forcibly aborting the baby and her options are... limited.

Can't go to Jacob, he'll definitely side with Edward. She might try for the Denali except I don't think she got their number at the wedding. Honestly, her only choice as weird as it is is the Volturi. She knows they wanted her in the guard and to make her a vampire. She knows they have beef with the Cullens and will probably welcome discord in them caused by Bella running away. She also knows Aro is curious about everything and might just take this chance.

She narks to Aro and hopes that he agrees this is interesting enough that she should give birth to this thing.

Bella's then very distraught over this as she feels abandoned by the Cullens, even though she had to leave them, and all her attempts to explain this don't sound good over the phone.

Edward, of course, blames Rosalie (which in this case she's not entirely undeserving of blame here).

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #rosalie hale #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion

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Hopefully it's not too late for a rasheinrey (Rashta x Heinrey) request 🤭

rashta and heinrey fake dating au where everyone thought these two are the penpals. Thank you sooo much !!

(Rashta and Heinrey are two creepy sociopaths whom I love, with my whole heart!!! Rashta is Sovieshu's adopted sister, not concubine and Sovieshu is in love with Kaufman while my aro/ace hcs of Navier prove she hates sappy shit, but sse's a funny, goofy and nice sister. not proofread. )

Fog of the heart..

It was a chilly morning the moment Rashta opened her window as she read the tiny piece of letter again and again, she got from this golden bird with purple eyes, she just caused during the breakfast banquet when she declared she was Heinrey’s pen pal because she knew her sister (Navier) didn’t like him and he was being pushy and being annoying…

As she read it gain, “Listen, if you butt in my business again, you won’t realize where it hit you.” Snickering to herself at this man being so dumb, she crumpled the paper and looked at the golden bird with purple eyes who seemed very angry before she stroked him and whispered to it, “If your owner doesn’t stop misbehaving with Rashta’s sister and Rashta herself, his kingdom will be removed off the map and cartographers will have to create a new map with more of Eastern Empire territory, got it?!” Rashta whispered to the bird with anger in her voice, the bird seemed shaken up before Rashta pulled out a tiny paper, writing an insult to him and tying it on the bird’s legs before Rashta went to Sovieshu’s room, walking through the many hallways and greeting those she saw on her way to Sovieshu’s office and as she reached there she saw Navier, her face pale and it looked as though she was about to throw up.

Worried for her as always Rashta ran up to her and asked in a worried tone, “Sister, are you okay? What happened?” Rashta asked rubbing Navier’s back before snapping her fingers and ordering a maid to bring Navier a glass of water the maid ran back and got a glass of chill water before Rashta handed it to Navier who gulped the glass down in a matter of seconds, before pointing towards Sovieshu’s office.

Thinking Sovieshu did something Rashta angrily turned towards the door before bursting through and what GOD nobody could prepare her for the sight he was about to see , Sovieshu and Kaufman making-out…though the sight did make Rashta coo on the inside she was still mad at the fact that it made her sister sick, so she yelled loudly, “EWWWW! STOP EATING EACH-OTHER’S LIPS!” Sovieshu and Kaufman both jerked away from each other while pulling away flinching while look at a fuming Rashta and a pouting Navier who still had a pale face and a few maids who were giggling at the banter. Looking at them Kaufman apologized profusely and blushingly , while Sovieshu only scolded them….

This banter was the usual of the household and it was something that occurred on a regular basis, and while Heinrey watched this, he learned that day that maybe there was more to royal family then he thought of them to be…Sovieshu taking in Rashta as his mistress and poor Navier being side casted, but actually Sovieshu took in Rashta as his sister and Navier was absolutely happy being single and having fun with the gals, and Sovieshu was a simp for the grand duke and the strong mage of Luipt kingdom…Rashta then cleared her throat before saying,

“Actually we have to get ready for the banquet today, I was the one who decorated it and yes, I did not go above and beyond like last time I assure you, but before the banquet, we have dinner with Sir Heinrey, Ergi, Kaufman and other guests…”

Rashta says assuring them with a sheepishly smile before mentioning Heinrey and Ergi with venom and anger lacing her voice…As everyone nodded and went to get ready for the evening….

…

The tense atmosphere during the banquet dinner was not making anyone comfortable enough to break the painful silence, especially with Rashta and Heinrey glaring at each other while giving backhanded compliments, “You know…Here Rashta thought were a cruel tyrant, but in reality you’re just a prince from Western Kingdom….So adorable!” Rashta said with a smirk on her lips and anger in her eyes as she stared down at Heinrey, who was dressed up specially and was looking more handsome than usual with his hair slicked back and wearing an expensive suit, Rashta wouldn’t lie, Heinrey was an extremely handsome man but if not for the fact that he had feelings for Navier and would constantly send her things to make her reciprocate her feelings, he could have earn the favor of many ladies in the palace, maybe even including Rashta’s.

Heinrey laughed back fakily and said as he glared at Rashta who was just as dressed up as Navier, but in all honesty if anyone were to ask who was more pretty, most people would say Rashta due to her angelic beauty, yet she was also the most narcissistic and self-absorbed person Heinrey had ever seen, “Well at-least our Kingdom knows how to handle its nobles from butting into other people’s business~ No?” Heinrey replied back with same amount of anger and fakeness laced in it, Rashta was about to flip the table and stab him if not for Navier and Sovieshu holding her both of her hands with one of theirs and stroking it to calm her down as Navier ate 8th slice of cake while Sovieshu gulped down glass after glass of alcohol to drown themselves away from this horrible atmosphere of the dinner, while Mckenna was also trying to calm down Heinrey as to not cause a massacre…

The banquet started right after the dinner where Navier was dancing with Sovieshu and then Navier danced with Kosair while Sovieshu left the banquet to meet Kaufman, leaving Rashta to fend for her own self in a social gathering…So she left for the balcony to breathe out for some time, as she entered, she probably didn’t realize someone else was there until someone spoke up, “Uhm…Lady Rashta are you okay?” Rashta held her head as she looked up at Mckenna looking at her worriedly, putting her defense up Rashta angrily speaks out a reply, “Yeah, of-course Rashta is okay!” she says as Mckenna smiles,

“That’s nice, why are you out here?”, “To breathe for some time, why are you here?” Rashta asks suspiciously

This apparently hit something in Mckenna as he says, “Ah, nothing just a fight with my lover and Heinrey…so here to calm myself down..” As Mckenna says this, Rashta notices his red eyes, nose and red ears and splotchy cheeks, she immediately took out a napkin and handed it to him to which Mckenna smiled and thanked her as he wiped his cheeks as Rashta walked beside him to the railing and looking out at the scenery of the huge moon and a gorgeous view of the empire from the palace…

Soon, Rashta didn’t know what it was, but she started talking with Mckenna and on the fight he had with his lover, just some little disagreement as she gave him some advices on how to handle these types of argument out,

“Lady Rashta, do you like someone?” Mckenna asked with a smile, Rashta never really thought about it as she looked ahead and thought for a while, at the mention of liking someone, for some reason, Heinrey came to her mind as she remembered how handsome he looked today, he was shitty but he was looking extremely handsome today….After a moment Rashta shook her head which made Mckenna very surprised for some reason, “What?! You don’t like anyone at the moment, what about Heinrey?!” Mckenna asked as Rashta jerked and asked,

“What about him?” Rashta asked as she looked at Mckenna with a strange look on her face as Mckenna said, “I thought you both were courting each other, because how much he talked about you!”

Now this made Rashta surprised as well, as she felt her cheeks warm up as she said, “WE’RE NOT COURTING EAHC OTHER!!”

“Well you might as well, Lady Rashta, the way he talks about you, it sounds as though he’s seriously in love with you but he hides his feelings using hatred…” Mckenna said with a smirk on his lips as Rashta shook her head denying everything.

As Mckenna sighed, Ergi came in and looked at Rashta in surprise, as he bowed before saying, “Dear….shall we?” Ergi asked Mckenna with his usual grin offering his forearm, to which Mckenna nodded and dug through his blazer pocket before pulling out a tiny box and shushing Rashta as to say this box held secrets to which Rashta nodded her head , as he handed it to Rashta and bowed, to which Rashta held it in one hand and bowed as well, holding her skirt with her other hand as she waved Mckenna goodbye who walked away hand in hand with Ergi..

As she suddenly opened the box and saw many tiny letters, she randomly picked one up before opening it and reading,

“Dear Navier, I like you, but I want to ask….Is Miss Rashta single?” it was written in Heinrey’s writing with a “yes” from Navier at the bottom, Rashta scoffed thinking, ‘Why does this bastard care if Rashta’s single or not?’

Before picking another up and reading,

“Mckenna maybe I should stop chasing Queen…” in Heinrey’s writing with an answer from Mckenna, “You were desperate for her, what happened?” to which Heinrey wrote another answer,

“I fell for queen’s sister….”

“Ew….you’re weird, she doesn’t want you..”

“SHUT UP!”

And the letter ended, as Rashta looked at it with anger in her eyes, he fell out of love with Navier and feel for her instead?! WHAT TYPE OF WOMANIZER WAS HE BEING?!

She put the letter back in the box before closing it and getting back to the ballroom, which was still filled with people as she subtly looked over at Heinrey from the corner of her eye as he was staring at her intently, ignoring it she slowly walked to Navier and told her she was retiring for the night, to which Navier nodded and Rashta waked to her room…

Changing quickly, Rashta laid on her stomach on her bed as she again opened the box and picked another letter which read in Heinrey’s writing,

“Rashta looked pretty today, with her pink dress, and sunflowers in her gorgeous, long, blonde nearly white hair with the cute pink flower necklace and earring, with pretty yellow lace on her skirt…Her grey eyes looked adorable, she was pretty today and I was an asshole again today….” And after it was Mckenna and Heinrey’s message,

“Why are you an asshole to her?”

“……Don’t know, actually…”

Before the letter ended. She folded it again and picked another letter before reading it, which was apparently written on the first day Heinrey came to the imperial palace and was sent to Mckenna,

“The empress is very pretty, but I think the emperor’s mistress is prettier, with her long wavy hair, her soft looking eyes and her cute and childish self, heard she was a slave, but ….I think she’s still very pretty…Her name is Rashta…”

“Yeah, she was pretty!”

Rashta read through it before feeling her cheeks heat up, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she was feeling happy that Heinrey thought she was prettier than Navier whom Rashta thought was the prettiest lady to ever exist…Also why did Heinrey think she was Sovieshu’s mistress….Folding the letter she picked letter after letter with conversations between Heinrey, Ergi and Mckenna,

Heinrey:- “Rashta was being feisty today, she suddenly announced I was her penpal….That was hot, but why???? Doesn’t she already have the emperor as her husband?”

Mckenna:- “Calm down…I’ll see what we can do..”

Heinrey:- “I just found out, she is Emperor’s sister not his mistress….I have a chance, but she literally hates me…..Let me die..”

Mckenna:-“You were literally an asshole to her and reminded her of her slave root…That’s your fault..”

Heinrey:- “Please help me..”

As Rashta finished a few other letters, all of which described her beauty in great detail by Heinrey as Rashta was slowly accepting the fact that Heinrey was good at flattering her and seemed genuine with his feelings for once as she read through them when suddenly there was scratching on her window, Rashta peeped up to see it was blue bird which had an angry face, she stood up and opened her balcony door, to let the bird in which perched upon the chair in her room, Rashta slowly opened the letter room it’s legs, she rolled it open in which Heinrey’s writing said,

“I know you have seen the letters just burn those and forget this ever happened…Got it? And if not, please just don’t ever tell anyone about this, I know I’m shitty, but please, this can ruin me and I only have this going on for me..” the letter had wet spots on it as though it was written while he was crying…seeing this Rashta got a tad bit concerned..

She slowly put her palms around the bird and picked it up, the bird was seemingly calm but was trying to escape her hands as though. Rashta quickly walked out of her room, and let it go in the hallway and ran through the hallways behind the bird to find Heinrey’s room… running up and down the smooth marble floors at the middle of the night to find Heinrey of all people was something definitely not on Rashta’s list today, but here she was standing outside his room, panting and breathing as the bird settled on Rashta’s shoulder seemingly also taking a break, as Rashta took a few deep breathes…before she knocked on the door and brushed her dress to maybe see the face of the men who created a fog in not only his heart but her heart as well, the fog of love…

#navi⌗writes⌗#remarried empress sovieshu #remarried empress rashta #remarried empress webtoon #the remarried empress #remarried empress #remarried empress navier #remarried empress x reader #navier #rashta #rashta x heinrey #rasheinrey #remarried empress fanfic #remarried empress scenario #remarried empress imagines #remarried empress ships

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