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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 33

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,712

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: SILENT TREATMENT

"You could at least try to be civil, you know."

Rolling his eyes is the only attention Bucky spares Sam, not that it helps his own case any. His lack of response and attempt at still pushing past the other man actually has the opposite effect, only adding fuel to the latter's annoyance which has been building ever since Madripoor.

Sam forces Bucky to stop against his outreached hand, "Are you really that upset over the whole Hollie thing to be acting like this?"

It's no surprise that he eventually found out about your 'little' argument back in Madripoor; it was pretty damn easy to put the pieces together after your sudden disinterest in confronting Nagel and Bucky's beyond sour mood. Clearly, he said something to piss you off during Sharon's party - likely even hurt you judging on the redness of your eyes Sam spotted this morning.

Bucky's shameless avoidance of you has already been picking at his nerves, although he can no longer stand turning a blind-eye to it. It's unwarranted, out of character, and above all childish - at least that's what he feels like saying right now, but he realizes anger won't solve anything, especially if coming from his mouth.

Maybe if Steve were here, expressing disappointment would cut deep enough to reach common sense, however Sam isn't Steve. He lacks any meaningful, nostalgic history to fall back on with Bucky or you, therefore any accusations on his part are more than likely to just be met with defensive responses. Instead, he needs to try the friendly approach.

Inhaling away his exasperation, he looks to Bucky with genuine concern, "...Alright,look: I don't understand what it's like to be in your guys' situation and I'm not going to pretend that I do, but obviously this game of giving the silent treatment is hurting both of you - you're hurting them...You can see that, right?"

Bucky dodges Sam's stare, hating the reminder his words serve as. Of course he knows your previous argument hurt you! He isn't stupid! ...Okay, maybe just a bit, but it's not like he meant to make you feel shitty back there! He just didn't want you in harm's way - not over something like the super soldier serum and not while in Madripoor.

Yes, there were better ways he could've asked you to stay behind. He fumbled the bag, and he wishes he could apologize for it - to clear things up so that you can, at the very least, be spared from taking any blame regarding this entire hole he's now dug under you both - however what's he exactly supposed to say? Is there even a nice way to cushion what he's truly thinking inside? What good would an apology be if it's promptly followed by telling the receiver he still doesn't want to be around them anymore?

"I know it's going to sound cliché and probably like some bullshit your counselor has already tried throwing at you, but I think if you could just sit down and talk to each other about how your feeling - be honest and get everything off your chest - it might -"

"- This doesn't involve you," Despite Sam's careful efforts, his interference only adds fuel to Bucky's internal fire exactly as he had tried to avoid. The super soldier easily shoves past his hand and stubbornly ascends the stairs, "The Dora Milaje want Zemo. I managed to buy us some time, but they're not going to wait forever."

"You're changing the subject -"

"- To something that matters. The fate of the world is at hand, Sam. Don't you think you should be more concerned with that than with me?" Bucky responds condescendingly, not allowing for any more objections before they're inside the safe house.

Not much has apparently happened in their absences. It didn't take Zemo long to get comfortable, having treated himself to a nice shower in the time that it took for Bucky and Sam to make their entrance. While the former goes to plop down on the couch alone, the latter joins you in the kitchen where, having been left unsupervised, you've taken the liberty of raiding each cupboard in search of the most expensive alcohol present.

"Wanna glass? Mendis Coconut Brandy~ Made from the nectar of a borassus flower then matured for ten years in wood casks," You make a show out of pouring yourself a generous amount, however your 'tempting' offer goes denied by Sam who takes a seat at the bar counter with a lack of amusement written all over his face.

"We need to figure out another plan of action. Not just sit here lounging around while getting drunk."

"This is how I get my neurons firing," You assert before shamelessly taking a long swig of your loot.

Aware of how difficult it would be to take alcohol away from a Stark, Sam elects to ignore your behavior in favor of getting on with business anyway, "Nagel was our best lead before someone killed him."

"Must we litigate what may or may not have happened?"

"It's not up for debate. You straight shot the man!"

"Might want to come up with that plan faster," You interrupt. With your brandy glass balanced in one hand and your phone in the other, you scroll through the latest relevant newsfeed, "Our little superhuman buddies just bombed a GRC supply depot."

"What?" Sam whips his attention back to you immediately, then asks more solemnly, "...What's the damage?"

"Three dead. Eleven injured; doesn't list conditions, but judging on these pictures, I wouldn't be too optimistic...They made some demands, plus a promise for more attacks if they aren't met."

"She's getting worse," Zemo points out rather nonchalantly while sauntering over, "Now I, for one, am still willing to see our efforts through. Are you?"

"She's just a kid..." Sam sighs with a shake of his head, yet this information falls short of presenting a proper argument.

"You're looking for something in her that isn't there and you're allowing it cloud your judgment. Karli Morgenthau is a supremacist," Zemo's quick to chastise, "You see, the very concept of a super soldier will always lead to trouble. It's that warped aspiration towards one's goals that led to the Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers -"

"- Hey, you're talking about our friends."

"The Avengers, not the Nazis."

You roll your eyes after Bucky's needless correction. At least he's finally found the balls to leave his social isolation long enough to partake in the discussion at hand, however he still does so while maintaining his physical distance, collapsed on the couch with a deadpan expression that lacks any meaningful engagement.

"Yeah, Karli might be radicalized, but that doesn't mean there can't be a peaceful way to stop her," Sam counters, although Zemo once again lets these words roll off his shoulders, remaining stubborn to his own stance.

"The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path. She will stop at nothing and, worse yet, she'll continue to escalate until you eventually kill her...Assuming, of course, that she doesn't kill you first, God forbid."

"Yourview of things is too black and white," This rebuttal is made to sound as if you're pointing out the blatantly obvious which is enforced by your lack of eye contact as you swirl your alcohol in a jaded fashion, "It's like I said on the flight to Madripoor: corruption is always a risk where power makes someone feel that they're invincible to typical consequences which is why you have to be careful who you grant that power to. Steve was chosen to become the original super soldier. Those abilities - They didn't change his heart. He wanted to protect innocent people from a war spiraling out of control and he did just that while staying true to his nature."

"In other words, the serum never corrupted Steve," Bucky concludes proudly, almost amused to see how Zemo's unknowingly poked the hornet's nest through his accusations.

Fortunately for him, you're being civil right now, all things considered. Bucky hasn't forgotten your true temper and the passion you hold towards your work. One wrong step on Zemo's part - one ill-worded insult regarding Project Rebirth or the achievements it set out to make - and there's no doubt in his mind that you'll have your hands on that Sokovian bastard faster than Sam can stop you. Is it bad that he wants to see that happen? At least watching Zemo get his well-earned broken nose might make him feel a little better after such a bitter past few days.

"Touché," Zemo admits, before selecting a cookie from the bowl in front of him and looking back to you with his next opposition, "But there has never quite been another Steve Rogers, has there?"

"Not with that attitude, there won't be," You scoff, finishing your brandy then giving him a pointed glare, "What I'm trying to get at is: to assume corruption will always be the case with superhumans will only ever shoot down the possibility of there being a variation. Karli might not listen to reason, or maybe she will - we can't be sure until we try - but treating her like a lost cause from the gates will only promise her to become the very enemy you're concerned with."

"Perhaps you have a point, however what happens if she already is a lost cause, hmm? Are you willing to take that chance in the time that it takes for you to confirm her intentions - even at the possible risk of your own life and those of the innocent?"

You cross your arms with your weight leaning to one side, "For one, I'm not saying that we just rush in to make friendship bracelets with them. We can attempt a conversation while still being cautious. Second, aren't you the guy who got a bunch of innocent people killed just so that he could get back at the Avengers? Are you really going to stand here acting like you live on some moral high ground?"

"Maybe we should just give him to the Wakandans now," Bucky suggests, suddenly acting exhausted with his spectator role in all of this. This leads you to redirect your glare his way, addressing him directly for the first time since Sharon's party.

"Excellent idea. Why don't you escort him there and stay awhile? Wakanda is where you were happiest, after all."

Bucky doesn't risk eye contact for long, swiftly looking away to avoid the sting felt by your response and that mocked smile you wear which drips sarcasm. This would be an amazing opportunity for him to be less of a jerk and deny your accusation. All he has to say is that he didn't actually like Wakanda that much, he doesn't even have to add that he didn't like it because it kept you two apart...yet he keeps his mouth shut instead of saying a single word.

Sam, tired of all this clashing, promptly rounds the conversation back to more pressing matters, "Alright, let's just assume we have a consensus here and agree to talking with Karli. It sounds like Donya Madani was a pillar of the community here, right? ...You know, when I was a kid, my TT passed away -"

"- Your TT?"

"...Yeah, my TT."

"You're 'TT'?"

"His aunt," You sigh at the back-and-forth.

"Thank you! When I was a kid, my aunt passed away and the entire community got together for this ceremony to celebrate her life - I swear, it lasted like a full week. Maybe they're doing something similar for Donya."

"We can use it as an opportunity to get more information on the Flag Smashers. Maybe even get an audience with Karli herself," You finish his trail of thought, "She likely wouldn't want to make a scene in front of anyone connected to her, so it might be our best shot at a civil conversation without her trying to bash in our skulls."

"Exactly!" Sam smiles, looking back to Bucky who shrugs in response.

"...It's worth a shot."

"Your TT would be proud of you," Zemo, having used your distraction to sort through the cupboards, turns to Sam and tosses a wrapped candy his way before dumping the rest of the container on the counter in front of you, "Turkish Delights. Irresistible."

Perhaps you've simply become biased after spending so many years in Europe, but you really must say, you admire the grand beauty behind European architecture even when worn down after many years of resident traffic. The buildings here in Latvia are no different in their ability to catch your eye, being much more deserving of your attention than the flashy neon lights that lined Madripoor.

Sadly, it seems your appreciation isn't universal. While you remain silent in your observations, Zemo is quick to voice his annoyance the moment your quartet steps foot in the courtyard of the refugee enclave, "Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, my family would come here for fabulous dinner parties. Although I knew nothing of politics back then, I recall it being beautiful. Now it is this..."

"I'm gonna take a look upstairs. See what you can find out down here - and keep an eye on him," Sam excuses himself almost immediately, not waiting for a reply before he's gone from sight. It's possible that he just wants a break from dealing with Zemo's nonsense, although he could also be trying to escape the tension between Bucky and you, too.

The first thing Sam did this morning was try questioning you on what happened at Sharon's party to which you simply replied that he should be asking Bucky instead. You weren't - and still aren't - in the mood to recap anyone else on your argument. You received basically zero sleep last night thinking about it, Bucky's words constantly playing on repeat in your mind:

"I think you should stay here while we go talk to Nagel ourselves."

"It wasn't a suggestion."

"...You're a liability if you go..."

Who does he think he is?! He's been making it perfectly clear since your confession that he wants absolutely nothing to do with you, but now he wants to play nanny - to act like he's oh-so concerned about your wellbeing? Pick a side, damnit! He either cares for you or he doesn't!

Just thinking about it gets you all riled up again, especially since you have yet to receive any kind of apology even after Sam confronted him, too - You know Sam must have because why else would he have waited outside for Bucky after reaching the safe house? Your theory could further be supported by their sulking that followed. Sam finally said something to Bucky himself, however even that had no success in making him grow the fuck up.

It seems your plan of giving Bucky space to process his feelings isn't working. Despite trying to keep your head low, you still manage to cause him grief while he insists on treating you like an asshole by playing this stupid back-and-forth game of 'do I, don't I'...Well, he's an adult, isn't he? You suppose he can make his own decisions on how to behave, but that doesn't mean you have to keep putting up with it yourself. Two can play at this game and you're done taking the nice route.

"I'll stay out of your way," Zemo promises, holding his hands up and taking a few steps away from you both. Whether he senses the tension as well or is simply being smart, you don't care.

You only bother to spare Bucky a glance - which is more of a less-than-amused glare that he mirrors - then turn your focus to the courtyard. There's lots of people going about their days here, none who show any of you much attention. If anything, it seems like they're trying to ignore your group between cautious glimpses; behavior that Bucky apparently fails to read as he walks right up to an older trio doing laundry. He attempts to awkwardly ask about Donya, yet as anyone could've predicted, they wordlessly turn their backs to him before gathering their belongings and walking off.

"Maybe if you actually smiled, you'd look more approachable," You make a point of noting smugly, all too satisfied to earn a frustrated grumble.

"Let's see you try then since you're such a people-person."

"I'm not a people-person. I just know how to work people," You hit back before eyeing the rest of the courtyard. There's more adults busying themselves with different projects, but chances are they're aware of the dangers outsiders might bring to their beliefs here, so it'll be harder to pry information out of them. Kids, however, have much smaller filters, and it just so happens that there's a young pair sitting alone at a fold-up table nearby. Perfect.

"Hey. May I see what you guys are drawing?" You ask kindly, inviting yourself to slowly take an open seat at the table with them. The little boy hesitates and looks to his sister who is equally wary of your presence, but he ultimately pushes his drawing towards you anyway. You gasp, gently turning it to get a good look, "Oh, this is beautiful! ...You drew this? ...You did? No way!"

The boy nods, his sheepish smile turning into a quiet giggle after your mocked disbelief.

"This is incredibly well detailed! It's a dog, right? ...Wow...You're waaay better at drawing than I am. I couldn't draw a dog to save my life. Whenever I try to, my nephew says it ends up looking more like a cow instead."

"Now that's someone who knows what they're doing," Zemo whispers to Bucky as they observe your efforts from afar. He isn't wrong. It doesn't take you many more compliments before the siblings are eagerly showing off each of their art pieces, even taking you up on your request for them to show you how to draw yourself.

To anyone else, it may seem like you're simply playing the long game, but Bucky can tell when your smile is genuine and when it isn't. Right now, it's definitely genuine. Just listen to the way you laugh at the siblings' jokes, and watch how your eyes sparkle in delight when triggered by their childish excitement. He imagines that this is what you were like when Tony was little...and what you would've been like had you had any children of your own. Maybe it isn't too late for you in that regard, yet that's quite the bittersweet pill to swallow.

Bucky finds himself inching closer to the table, his steps awkward and slow as if his feet are stuck in a giant glue trap. His presence immediately makes the siblings fall silent as they keep a fearful eye on him, however you're quick to reassure them with a careless shrug of your shoulders, "Oh, don't worry. That's just my friend, Bucky. I know he looks real scary, but he's harmless...Do you see his cool arm?"

"No?"

"Well, he'll have to come over here and show it to you then," You wave him over, smirking at his reluctance.

"I don't -!"

Not accepting that answer, you stand and take his wrist in hand before leading him the extra few steps over to the table. There, you pull him down to kneel between you and the curious children who watch in awe after you slide his glove off to reveal the bright shine underneath.

"- Isn't that awesome? I mean, how many people do you know who have a metal arm like this, huh?"

Bucky keeps as steady as humanly possible, practically suffocating himself out of concern that one wrong move on his part will send these children off screaming. Pressing his lips together nervously, he watches like a hawk as they gather closer and brush their little fingers against the cold metal of his forearm with bouts of excited giggles. You, meanwhile, keep his hand in yours while eventually locking eyes, your smirk remaining as if to say 'this isn't so bad, now is it?'.

"Hisarm makes him really strong. He can lift a whole lot of cool stuff with it...Just like our friend Karli. Do you know her, too?" The siblings nod, too distracted by Bucky's arm to face you, "That's actually why we're here. We came to town for Miss. Donya's funeral, but we've gotten a little lost...Maybe you two could help us? Do you know where it's going to be?"

They consider your question while glancing between both Bucky and you timidly. After a second, the sister finally motions for you to lean in which you do, allowing her to whisper in your ear.

"...Thankyou. We really appreciate it - and thanks for your drawing lessons, too. Maybe now I can finally draw my nephew a proper dog," The siblings match your smile before happily returning to their doodles.

"For your occupation, you are pretty good with kids," Zemo compliments and it's only then that you realize he had technically been left unattended for a few minutes there. Thank goodness he didn't take the opportunity to slip away, having instead spent that brief time passing out candies to children playing around the courtyard. That must be why he stuffed his pockets with those Turkish delights earlier. It seems you had similar plans of befriending them in exchange for information.

"What can I say? I got a soft spot for 'em," You shrug casually while keeping a close eye on him as he gifts the two siblings with the remainder of his candy stash since they missed out earlier.

"So did she tell you where the funeral is?" Bucky asks rather impatiently in your opinion.

"Yeah, because I actually smiled to look friendly," You chide, barely looking over your shoulder to face him, "She gave me an address, but we still have some time before it starts, so might as well go back to the safe house and wait. I, personally, could use some lunch in the meantime."

"Might I recommend: there is a wonderful restaurant down the street that makes exquisite cold borscht and sorrel soup," Zemo pipes in, following you as you slip right past Bucky. Neither of you spare him any more attention than his pouting deserves, which may be petty, but as far as you're concerned, he can feel the burn of being ignored for once himself.

"Sounds great. Now let's find Sam and be on our way. Our work here won't finish itself."

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Network Effect, Chapter 6

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one!)

In which Murderbot is particularly bad at getting in touch with its feelings and needs.

Fortunately it was an energy weapon and not a SecUnit-head-busting projectile.(1) It still fucking hurt.

Murderbot dodges to avoid a second blast, but there isn't one because Amena spider-monkeyed Ras. MB picks up the weapon Ras used, and puts it in its jacket pocket, then kicks Ras in the back of the knee, and catches Amena as he falls. Amena asks what's wrong with him, and he makes some semi-coherent statements about how you can't trust anything that's not fully human.

As they try to make sense of this, Eletra agrees it doesn't make sense, then presses a hand to her head, and collapses just before Ras does the same, this time without provocation. Eletra starts convulsing. Amena tells MB they took some analgesics from the medkit, and wonders if they were poisoned. MB thinks that would involve more bodily fluids and disgust. It's not airborne or contact, because Amena's fine.

MB uses a handheld medical scanner, and determines that something fried Ras's chest, and it looks like when a SecUnit gets hit by its governor module. It looks at the feed of the remaining Targets, and one is holding a strange device. It must be activating something on Ras and Eletra. MB jams the whole range of signals that it can, and Eletra stops convulsing.

Amena asks if MB will stop just standing there, then realizes her mistake, and asks if it did that. It says yes, they have some kind of implants. Ras is fully dead and Eletra is in rough shape. They find her implant, a little metal ring in flesh that looks swollen and painful.

MB explains about the Targets at the hatch to the bridge, and how it's playing a conversation on the last drone it has in the bridge, but the drone can't access the systems. Amena makes an incredulous comment, and MB gets testy as it's scanning Eletra's implant. Amena realizes that the B-E pair never tried to use or ask about the MedSystem, so they probably didn't know they had these implants. Amena offers to cut it out, even though they don't have any backup plan if things go wrong and she's not well trained. MB asks for the scalpel in the medkit, and Amena is both relieved and guilty at not having to do it.

MB follows the emergency kit's instructions for emergency surgery, and finally manages to pop the implant out. Eletra wakes up abruptly. Amena fits the wound pack over Eletra's back quickly, and she passes out again as the pack delivers meds. MB moves Ras to a gurney in the corner, and covers him with a sheet. Eletra crashes, and MB and Amena follow the med kit's instructions.

Across the room, MedSystem clunks and some lights turn on, indicating it's been powered up. Amena asks if MB did that, but it didn't. It's not sure what could have.(2) MB wonders if it's TCS trying to get them to put Eletra in to finish her off, or if some trace of Art remained and is trying to save a human. Either way, MB carries her to the MedSystem platform, and the system starts stabilizing her much more effectively than the emergency kit.

Amena asks if MB is okay, and when MB kinda shrugs off an answer, she says if MB wasn't so angry at her, it would know she's right. MB says it's not angry at her, but admits internally that it is, though it doesn't know why. Amena keeps prodding, asking MB what's wrong and why it's upset. She knows it's not telling her something, and she's not a hero or a genius, she's an ordinary human and MB is all she has.

MB is startled to realize the source of Amena's strange facial expressions, and admits that its friend, the bot pilot of this ship, is dead, or else it wouldn't have let any of this happen. Amena's expression changes, and she suggests MB might need to sit down. MB realizes it's acting irrationally, but says it has things to do. Amena says it's emotionally compromised.(3) MB pulls an "I know you are but what am I" which falls flat.

Amena asks if it would be easier to write code sitting down. MB wants to argue, but now that it's thinking, it really does want to sit down. It does so, on the floor, and turns up its pain sensors a little to realize it's got some heavy damage. Amena asks if she can get it anything, but it declines.

MB asks itself, if it were emotionally compromised, what would help? It decides revenge would help the most.

Eletra wakes up, and Amena tells her what happened.

MB writes its TCS-takeover code, but it can't test it against a system that won't open to it. It drops its jamming signals, and looks at its control area foyer scout again. The Targets left the device on a bench, and are arguing. MB thinks they might come in handy. The targetDrones are probably congregating around the hatches to the crew area, which is not handy.

Eletra is out again. MB asks Amena if she recognizes the images the bridge drone captured. Amena gets excited, but MB says they still can't do anything with any of the readings. Amena asks if there's an auxiliary control station in engineering. They might not get control unless it's transferred down from the bridge, but they can get all the readouts, if there is one. MB thinks it's not the sort of thing this sophisticated a vessel should need, but it can check.

MB's performance reliability has evened out at 89%, which it can work with, though it hasn't identified why it dropped before.(4) It gives Amena the energy weapon from Ras, saying it should work on the Targets, though not the drones. Amena says she wants to go with it. MB has "a confusing series of reactions", including exasperation at them both, suspicion, and the urge to kill everything threatening Amena.(5) It says someone should stay with the injured human.

Amena apologizes for forgetting, and looks away to rub her eyes. MB feels like shit for making her cry, and for everything involved here. It's not sure what to say, so it just apologizes for being an asshole. Amena says it's fine, she hasn't been very nice to it either, maybe they're just even now. MB starts to leave without saying another word,(6) but Amena asks it to not stop talking to her on the feed. It agrees to this.

HelpMe.file Excerpt 2 (Section from interview Bharadwaj-09257394.)(7)

Someone, presumably Bharadwaj, noticed that in MB's transcripts of its thoughts, it redacts the company's name and replaces it with just "the company" in lowercase. She notes from a live transcript feed that it's just done it again when she said the company name. MB says that's not a question.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” pause “Is it the logos? You’ve mentioned them before. I did think at the time, that you wouldn’t have known they were impossible to remove if you hadn’t already tried.”(8) “That’s one of the reasons.” “We’ve talked a little about trauma recovery treatments. I wonder if you’ve ever thought about taking one yourself.”(9) :session redacted:

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(1) Well, that was kind of obvious, seeing as there's still 80% of the book to go. (Side note, it's interesting to me that, given the added page count, my summaries don't feel like they're much if any longer than for the novellas, on a per-chapter basis, despite the chapters being at least 50% longer than the novella chapters. Just something interesting I've been noticing. (2) Do you think it was the Targets, or something else? What might it be, with Art deleted? Or was it? (3) Another loose Trek reference, perhaps. I don't have as strong a recollection of the TV shows doing much with that phrasing, but the first reboot movie had Spock in charge for a while, until Kirk proved he was emotionally compromised and not fit for duty. (4) Yeah, that was weird, it happened at almost the same time those implants tried to activate, didn't it? (5) Amena is one of Its Humans, and not just because she's important to Mensah. (6) Social awkwardness is Murderbot's kryptonite. (7) Another excerpt?! So the last one wasn't a one-off, obviously. Why is this being called a help-me file? What do the flashback to between-books and this interview have in common? What makes them different? (8) MB has mentioned that it has company logos burned into many of its parts. I can't imagine that living with the company's logo literally branded into its body in so many ways could be comfortable. The resentment is unimaginable. (9) MB asked about trauma treatments for Mensah's sake, to know what best to recommend she seek out. It would make sense that it might benefit from a similar program, given... the everything of it all.

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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years

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SIMP OBITO ANON I love that you are living your best life, but I’m gonna copy/paste your thoughts under a cut rather than publishing! They might be a bit triggery for some folks, so this is just to make sure folks can avoid this stuff if they need to! x

Some of this is a bit far out of my comfort zone. But I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, and I don’t mind getting asks on this subject! I might not publish them all, though.

The one boundary I’ll set is: please don’t send me anything involving graphic noncon. I’m sure you wouldn’t, but just to be sure! References are fine, but please not anything detailed.

CW: mentions of stalking, extreme jealousy, an mpreg fantasy, mentioned baby-death, and general creepy behaviour

Anonymous asked:

Alright you asked for it. More tidbits for the Obito is a creepy stalker/simp asks.

Obito wants to understand Kakashi better, and in order to do that he starts to dig up the family history of the Hatakes. Who is Kakashis mother? And why is Kakashi the last Hatake? What happened to the others? He ends up gathering a whole treasure tomb for Kakashi to explore when he joins Obito at his lair. A big collection of clan histories, jewelry, armor, weapons and clothing. Nothing is too much for his Kakashi.

Naturally finding out how to become best friends with Kakashis Ninken is a big priority. Obito using disguises and genjutsu to take classes in "how to become best friends with you boyfriends ninja hounds", and "how to treat you treat, and his dog" or something else really stupid, mostly attending with civilian women. Obito somehow ends up really drunk at most of these classes since the other attendees love to drink wine while they practice and gossip. So yes, wine club, gossip girl Obito - he needs to let his frustrations out somewhere.

On an escorting mission a princess keeps trying to flirt with Kakashi. So once the mission is complete and Kakashi is gone Obito uses a genjutsu on her out if jealousy. He couldn't do it while Kakashi was there because he wanted his mission to succeed, and also because Kakashi didn't really seem interested. The genjutsu is violent though and makes her go crazy. She starts killing her staff and family one by one, and spirals from there until she is caught and the genjutsu stops. Forcing her to live with all she has done. (This became a bit dark).

Obito wants to be perfect for his Kakashi so he practice kissing with his henchmen (what I have decedide to call the Akatsuki now). One kiss with each henchman, so Obito can feel experienced enough for what Kakashi might like. He won't go any further though, that belongs to Kakashi. (Kakuzu was particularly different though).

Obito desperately wants an heir with Kakashi. So in the beginning of the nightly genjutsus he tried to get Kakashi pregnant. But it keept failing: either Kakashi or the baby would die. So even the fantasy world had its limits. That's why he had now basically adopted Kakashis three genin as theirs. One is even an Uchiha, so perfect.

I feel creepy typing this out. Tell me to stop 😅

Anonymous asked:

Okay so continuing the Obito is a creepy simp asks. What am I on now, part 4? Sorry, but I thought of something else to add and this time it's maybe a bit more humorous. And since I'm never gonna write it, I'll just put it here.

So what if the Akatsuki members come back to the lair and there is Tobi sitting with a person in his lap going: "look what I caught!".

And of course it is a scarecrow dressed a Kakashi that he places in the middle of the room. "Boss says that you should be nice to your new mom. He will be home soon!" And then he dances away, leaving the scarecrow.

Since all the members know of their leaders obsession with Kakashi they are only a little freaked out, and somehow start using the doll as a confessional. Like a priest or a phone room in a bad reality program they start using the scarecrow as a way to bitch about each other and their leader.

Also what if Obito is the one giving Naruto the Kakashi shaped teddy's. Because he has so many himself, and Naruto is so much like him personality wise, that he knows he will appreciate them. Maybe he will tell it later to Kakashi like "see how well I'm taking care of our son!"

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ausmosiss · 1 year

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-exposing everything-

This is an intervention order put onto Al for smashing down a locked house door when he was severely intoxicated and abusive. He got arrested - date being 1-22-23. If you ask police how many orders he’s had it’s along the lines of 8. Not only that he served a 15 month prison sentence that his ex gf Elle Massina put him in jail.Did he fix the doors? No. Does he still come over and ask to sleep at the house. Yes. In fact he was over last night. And the night before then always making love.

This guy tried to get back with me and move back in and have me drop the order. Claiming love is still involved. We work shit out and try to like actually fix everything. Alastair comes to me and stays a few nights. We fuck. We love. He calls me honey. We made a plan to be together but then he ran and hid away because he doesn’t want to mention his new friend Tess. Says he met her in a park next to the pines. Who would have thought? What an amazing man. So he gets kicked out of a house for being abusive and then instead of fixing any wrong doings he abandons all moral fibre and uses this time - not to self reflect but to get wasted and stoned and distract himself from the reality of his life result.

We share an 11 year old daughter and a 7 year old son. Our whole family was broken up earlier this year because Alastair was abusive so my parents took the kids away. They were finally coming back end of Feb and he doesn’t want them here or anything to do with them! Just imagine his heart and how rotten that can be if your own children aren’t your most prized possession.

So fast forward to Alastair staying here again last night and his phone rings and it’s another woman whom he has been apparently spending a lot of his time with and she loves tumblr. Well girlfriend. This is actually a massive warning sign to you. If you have any self respect or self value then you wouldn’t associate yourself with someone who lies like it’s oxygen or is emotionally and psychologically abusive. Who has no love for children. Who is two faced. Inability to commit. Dishonest. Manipulative personality. Avoidant. I have endless videos and receipts but the guy won’t just stop and sit with himself for one minute to self reflect because there is no such thing as self improvement when every life choice made has been awful

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Secret Boyfriend | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Lupin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Keeping secrets seem to run in the Lupin family but one of the two twins has a bigger secret than the other can imagine.

Pitter-patter could be heard inside the Gryffindor Common room. The Scotland weather never really seemed to make up its mind during the period between winter and spring. Nevertheless, it brought a calming atmosphere to the red and gold common room. The five Marauders sat in front of the fireplace, speaking to one another. Remus, Y/n, and Sirius sitting together on a couch. James on an armchair, and Peter sitting on the ground in front of the sofa.

“So, Little Lupin.“ James drawled, “When are you getting a boyfriend?”

Remus chuckled, quickly putting an arm around his twin sister, “Hopefully, never.”

“Maybe I already have a boyfriend, and you lot just don’t know.” Y/n snipped as she elbowed her brother in the ribs slightly, “Oh, come on, paws!” James exclaimed teasingly.

Paws was Y/n’s Marauder name. Her animagus was a Siamese cat, which resembled her personality quite well if you asked Remus. Y/n was quick-witted, independent, intuitive, curious, and affectionate when comfortable. She and Sirius were known to flirt all the time but recently - meaning a couple of months - they hadn’t done it at all. Perhaps Y/n was actually avoiding his flirtatious remarks. Nevertheless, Y/n’s animagus was a direct correlation with her personality.

“Yeah, paws, you’ve been neglecting me recently. I’m not too happy with it either.” Sirius added with a fake pout, “Oh hush it, you two. Leave my sister alone. She’s got no hidden boyfriend.” Remus defended, looking at his sister.

“Right, Y/n?” Remus coughed, and she jumped out of her daydream, “Mhm! Of course.”

Conversation went on as usual. They began discussing new pranks, but Y/n’s jumper pocket felt heavier than usual, knowing what’s inside. It was a cream-colored envelope with the Black family crest as a seal. Y/n knew more than anyone that Sirius wouldn’t be happy to see the familiar logo, but this wasn’t from his parents. It was from his little brother, and Y/n was anxious to give it to him. So when James, Remus, and Peter went upstairs, Y/n pulled him aside before he could leave.

“Padfoot, wait.” Y/n called, and he turned back, “What's up, paws?” Sirius queried, turning to face her.

She sighed and pulled the envelope from her pocket, “Please, read this. It isn’t what you think it is despite the seal.” Y/n stated, handing him the parchment.

“Where did you get this?” Sirius asked as he opened the packaging, “Regulus.” Y/n’s answer was firmer than expected.

Nonetheless, the letter inside seemed essential to his fellow Marauder, so he opened it. Inside he was met with his little brother's prominent handwriting. The black ink treaded so seamlessly across the brown paper. Y/n remembered watching him write it at his desk, desperately trying to collect his thoughts while his hand shook relentlessly. She couldn’t do anything but sit from his bed and watch. Regulus needed to do this alone.

After reading, Sirius slid the letter back inside its packaging, “Well, it’s his fault.”

“Actually, it isn’t.” Y/n quipped, “Listen, Sirius, Regulus is trying. He really is.”

“You would know this how?”

“Because we’ve been friends for a long time.”

“Oh really?” Sirius questioned sarcastically, crossing his arms, “Since when did you and Reggie become so close?”

“He began tutoring me in third year for Potions.” Y/n answered, “You couldn’t have asked Remus?”

“No. “ Y/n shook her head, “Slughorn wanted Regulus specifically.”

“Well then. Full moon tomorrow, hope you’re prepared.” Sirius chirped as he began walking up the steps to his dorm, “I’m always prepared.” Y/n replied to essentially no one.

She sighed. It was apparent Sirius didn’t want to believe what Regulus had written. It would’ve been hard on anyone. But Regulus wanted it to come from him instead of Sirius finding out. Since Y/n’s third year - Regulus’ second year - she felt attracted to him. He always made time for her. It wasn’t until their fourth year when she realized it. In her fifth year, they made it official. Regulus Black and Y/n Lupin were a couple but hidden beneath an invisibility cloak.

Seventh year wasn’t easy. The upcoming war, her brother's lycanthropy, N.E.W.T.S, and Regulus getting the dark mark. Nothing seemed to be working in her favor. Books didn’t even seem to please her anymore. Her eyes wandered while she began to daydream about anything rather than reality itself. People began to notice how lost the girl appeared.

Especially her brother.

Study sessions with her weren’t the same. Some days her eyes would appear glossier than usual as if someone put a coating of lip gloss over them. Maybe they were rimmed with a pastel pink seeming tired and unhappy. The tremors in her hands were hard to ignore as she wrote with her quill. If there’s one thing Remus Lupin was good at, it was being observant; however, there wasn’t time, and he didn’t have the patience to deal with this right now. The full moon approaching meant that Remus’ patience tolerance was down to about none.

There was one thing that brought her clarity. Regulus Black. The Gryffindor common room was always a warm and welcoming atmosphere. In contrast, the Slytherin common room was cold and damp, but it brought her comfort because of the person inside. Y/n padded quietly inside of his prefect hallway, which was beside the Slytherin common. She walked into his bedroom, which was dark.

No candles lit. Just dark. Regulus always felt comfort in the dark, but it wasn’t dark because of that. It was dark because he was absent. Y/n peered over to his desk, where letters sat from his mother and some cousins. Andromeda seemed to try and reach him, but the letter looked unopened. There was one that caught her eye. It was Remus’ handwriting, and it was from him. It was also opened. Y/n knew she couldn’t stay all night. The full moon was due to rise in just two hours.

Picking up the parchment, she began to read:

“ To Regulus Black,

You need to step up. I get it. Sirius has been disowned, but he tries to make an effort. Can’t you see that? Sirius really needs you, and I know that you miss him too. This whole stubborn game of not wanting to talk to each other has gone on long enough.

I know what it’s like to argue with a sibling, and it isn’t pleasant. Suck it up, swallow your pride and talk to Sirius. You don’t have to ultimately make up, but please, he’s trying.

From, Remus Lupin. “

Y/n swallowed down her anger. Who was Remus to get involved in their affairs? If Sirius and Regulus didn’t want to interact, that was their problem, not his. It infuriated her. But she didn’t have time to babble around. Y/n pointed her wand at her and became a cat. Perks of her animagus being allowed at Hogwarts, she could roam around freely without suspicion. Quickly she sprinted down to the Whomping Willow, where she was met with her three Marauders in human form. Y/n transformed back.

“Where were you! I was worried sick!” Remus scolded, “Nowhere, but we need to talk later.” Y/n answered.

They got Remus in the shack and changed into their animagus forms. A stag, a rat, a dog, and a cat. The dog and the cat had the most interaction with the werewolf. Sometimes the dog and werewolf would cuddle up beside each other, whereas the cat would sleep on its own along with the other two animals. The following day Y/n and Sirius lugged Remus up to the hospital wing. Y/n sat beside him the entire time while the other three went off. Sirius and James were off to Quidditch practice. Peter was off to see his girlfriend in Hufflepuff.

Y/n tapped aimlessly on Remus’ hand, “M- Morning.”

“Morning, Moony.” Y/n greeted, “How are you feeling?”

“Phenomenal.”

“Sorry.”

“What did we need to talk about?” Remus questioned, and Y/n tilted her head, “You said we needed to talk before going to the shack.”

“Yes, I did. Um- uh- did you send Regulus a letter by any chance?” Y/n stammered, “I did. Why?”

“I saw it.” Y/n replied shortly, “You saw it?” Remus repeated incredulously.

She nodded, “How did you see it?”

“Regulus and I are friends. Sometimes we hang out in his dorm.” The words seemed like nothing as they rolled off her tongue, “You hang out in the Slytherin dorms? Is that why you always know the password so we can do pranks?”

“Of course.” Y/n chuckled, “I use my privilege to its advantage.”

Remus began to get up but grimaced, causing Y/n to jump up to help him. Gently she eased him to a sitting position. A new scratch on his cheek and multiple on his arms. It’s evident that the cat and the dog had to stop him. The thin scratches on his arms were a cat's nails. The thicker scratch on his cheek was a dog's nails. Remus looked down at his arms.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n muttered, “Not your fault, paws. Who was it this time?” Remus asked.

“Prongs. Apparently, you wanted Prongs.” Y/n answered, and he kissed the top of her head, “Thank you for stopping me.”

“Anything for my brother.”

“Just like anything for our Moony?”

Y/n laughed, “Yeah.”

Paws began to tap on his hand again, until a voice echoed through the hospital wing, “Y/n?”

“Y/n?” The voice called again, and Remus quirked his eyebrow at his sheepish sister, “Y/n!”

Suddenly a black-haired, grey-eyed, pale figure was beside her. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he had already kissed the top of her head worriedly. Y/n turned pink at the affection and the embarrassment of it happening in front of her brother. Remus coughed, and the male stood straight.

“Regulus, what a surprise.” Remus retorted, “Didn’t think you’d ever visit me in the infirmary.”

“Remus, please-“

“I wouldn’t.” Regulus snapped, “Then why are you here?” Remus inquired.

Regulus’ hand was playing aimlessly with the ends of Y/n’s hair, “Moony….” Y/n began at a whisper, “Regulus is my boyfriend.”

“This-“ Remus pointed at them both with a laughing smile, “Is funny.”

“Nice prank, paws, but it isn’t going to work.”

Y/n sighed, “It isn’t a prank, Rem.”

“We’ve been together for about two years now.” She confessed, and Regulus stiffened, “Friends, my ass.” Remus scoffed bitterly.

“Remus, please-“ Y/n began, “No, please just leave. We can talk about this later when I’m in the right frame of mind. Because if you don’t leave, now I might throw a punch.” Remus replied.

She sighed and reluctantly left with Regulus trailing behind her. Y/n didn’t want to cry. It was pitiful. Regulus never had a good relationship with Sirius since Hogwarts, yet he didn’t seem to care. Thankfully, after building the Marauders Map, she knew every little crevice and hiding spot. Pulling back a tapestry, she sat down on the cement floor. Regulus doing the same beside her. Hesitantly he pulled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

“This is pitiful.” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “I’m sorry, Reggie.”

“It isn’t pitiful. You and Remus have a close relationship. It’s okay to be sad about him telling you off.” Regulus replied, placing his chin on the top of her head, “Sirius and I are different. Don’t compare you and Remus with us.”

Y/n nuzzled into his chest, “I saw the letter Remus sent you.”

“I- I saw the way he spoke to you, and I’m sorry.” Y/n stated, “I hope he comes around.”

“I do too, love.” Regulus kissed the top of her head, “ I do too.”

It was quiet for a moment until two figures pulled back the tapestry, “Oi! Get off, little Lupin!” James exclaimed, and Y/n sighed, “Sirius, James, please just leave.”

“What are you doing with my mate's little sister, Regulus?” Sirius interrogated, “Comforting her. She needs me.” Regulus retorted, tightening his grip on her shoulder.

Y/n stood up and pulled Regulus with her, “Come on. We four need to talk.”

The four of them walked into a broom closet. It was a quiet walk. Eerily quiet. It brought shivers down Y/n’s spine at how silent the walk was. The tension was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife. The pressure felt like sludge. It was thick and mush. But when Y/n opened the door, the lot of them walked inside. James and Sirius stared expectantly.

“Regulus and I have been dating since my fifth year.” Y/n began, and Regulus intertwined their hands.

“Little Lupin!” Sirius exclaimed, “You weren’t lying when you said you had a secret boyfriend!”

“You scandalous little thing!”

“I can’t believe this.” James stated after running his hand through his hair, “How did Remus take it?”

“Not very well.” Y/n replied, “He kicked me out of the hospital wing when Regulus showed up. “

“He’s- He’s not in the right mindset, though. He’ll come to. I know he will. He has to.”

Sirius’ eyes softened, “Moony will come around. It might just take him a minute.”

“Regulus.” James called, and grey eyes stared at him, “Y/n is a Marauder.”

“I know that.” Regulus interrupted, “She is my little sister as much as she is Remus’” James continued.

“And mine!” Sirius added, smiling brightly, “Y/n is our little sister. The lot of us depend on her. We can’t, and we won’t have her heartbroken.” James explained sternly, suddenly looking a lot like Mrs. Potter.

Regulus’ cheeks flushed with pink, “I love her, I really do. I don’t plan on breaking her heart anytime soon.”

“You’re gonna be my sister-in-law!” Sirius squealed, hugging Y/n forcefully, almost knocking her over, “Oh, little Lupin.” He cooed.

“You’re all grown up!”

They laughed, and Sirius kissed her forehead, “Take care of him, will you?” He whispered so only she could hear, “Of course.” Y/n smiled.

“Alright, alright, I’d like my girlfriend back,” Regulus replied, taking her away from Sirius’ arms.

Sirius gulped, “How’s mum going to take this, Reggie?”

“I don’t care.” Regulus retorted, “Mums gonna have to deal with it.”

The smile on Sirius’ face was brighter than the sun, “Oh, Reggie!” He wailed, pulling Regulus into a tight hug.

The two brothers smiled as they hugged each other. Regulus sleeve slipped up, and James stepped back, pulling out his wand. The two Black brothers pulled apart, and that’s when Sirius saw it. The dark mark on his brother's sleeve. Y/n stiffened as Sirius lifted his sleeve up further to see it clearly.

“Reggie…”

“Sirius, please, I didn’t want it.” Regulus pleaded, “She- They- Please.”

James watched intently at them. Sirius’ eyes had filled with tears as he embraced his younger brother. For the first time in a long time, Regulus felt protected in his brother's arms. James walked closer and joined them. Hugging both Black brothers as close as he could. James Potter, the man who never stops giving. They pulled apart, and James took Reggie into his own arms.

“You need anything, you come to me, okay?” James informed sternly, and Regulus nodded, “Ye- Yeah.”

“Remus and Y/n always come for the holidays. You won’t be alone.” James stated smiling, “My parents already have one Black; they won’t mind another.”

The Black brother smiled, “Thank you….”

The days went on, and Regulus still avoided the Marauders altogether. Remus glared at him from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Deep emerald green eyes were flashing at the grey ones that sat at the Slytherin table. Until Y/n jabbed him in the ribs, taking his attention away from the younger Black brother.

“Remus.” Y/n scolded, “Stop it.”

“I think you’re too hard on him, Moony.” James began, “He loves your sister. Maybe talk to him.”

“No.” Remus snapped, “You guys can accept this, but I can’t.”

They didn’t push any further. Y/n and Remus had been distant from each other. It was weird to watch the twins who were typically attached at the hip to be so - abroad. Regulus didn’t like that he was now the cause of their fussing. After all, they were the reason Sirius and him were on speaking terms now. So Regulus and Sirius made a plan. It involved them being locked in a broom closet, and so it happened—one night after dinner.

Remus was shoved into a cupboard, not by his own liking either, “Come on, Sirius! This isn’t funny. I have prefect duties to do!”

“Actually, someone else has taken them over.” Regulus informed, and Remus whipped around, “What are you two doing here?”

“Remus, explain it to me.” Regulus began, “Why you don’t approve of me with your sister.”

“Because! You’re a bloody death eater! You probably forced her to be with you.” Remus exclaimed.

Y/n scoffed, “A pureblood forcing himself with a half-breed? Doesn’t seem likely.”

Remus ran his hand through his hair, “Okay, he’s still a death eater!”

“I was forced!” Regulus exclaimed, “They strapped me to a chair and embedded the mark into my forearm. You don’t think I wasn’t thinking of her the entire time?! I was scared out of my mind!”

“The entire time, all I could think about was ‘How is Y/n gonna take this.’” Regulus admitted, “My heart aches for her. I didn’t want her to be scared.”

Remus’ green eyes turned soft, “Does she accept you? Does she love you? Do you love her?”

“Yes, Remus. I love him for who he is. James offered him a place to stay at the Potters.” Y/n replied, “And yes, I love her.”

Tears filled her eyes, “Remus, please. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Remus held out his arms, and she walked right into them. He placed one hand on the back of her head and one on the small of her waist. Holding her close to his heart, rubbing his thumb through her hair. Regulus’ grey eyes stared at the two siblings before him. Remus’ heart softened at his crying sister. He never wanted to hurt her, ever.

“Paws.” Remus began as he pulled away slightly, “Does he make you happy?”

Y/n sniffled and nodded; Remus wiped her cheeks, “Okay.”

“Does he know you, for you?”

“Mhm.”

Remus turned to Regulus as Y/n parted with him, “Where’s paws favorite place to be scratched?”

Regulus chuckled, “Behind her ears.”

“Take care of my little sister.” Remus pleaded, “Please, Regulus.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect any different.” Regulus answered.

Remus walked forward and put out his hand. Hesitantly Regulus shook his hand. Grey eyes met green ones. Remus couldn’t help the smile that placed itself on his face. Without hesitation, he pulled Regulus into a tight hug.

“Take care of my sister, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Always.”

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folklorelise · 3 years

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That one time he said “you’re not my mother” & “I love you”

That one time they said, “you’re not my mother!” and that one time they said “I love you” — I decided to combine these two because I found it was too short otherwise :) enjoy

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Eren Yaeger:

Most of the time, when Eren and Jean were fighting, it was in a friendly way – always bickering like siblings which is way if Levi or you were there, you would never get involved.

That is why when that one time they were fighting – for real – you and Levi arrived too late. Eren received a punch on his face and Jean had his arm broken. When you two noticed what was happening, you quickly run to where they were and separated them. Mikasa and you were restraining Eren while Levi took Jean away.

“Eren, you’re bleeding. Let’s go.” you told him before bringing him with you. “Mikasa, can you and the others stay here with Kuchel please?”

“Of course.”

When you arrived in your office, you took out your first aid kit and cleaned one of his wounds, and then stitched it up.

“What happened?” you asked Eren when you were done with the stitches.

“Nothing.”

“Well, you both ended up hurting each other so no, it was not nothing.” you argued.

“Whatever.” Eren mumbled.

“Eren! This is serious.” you raised your voice, “Jean was hurt–.”

“So was I! Why is it always everything about Jean with you? Oh right! He is your favourite after all.”

“This is not what we’re talking about right now. This is about you two being childish. Yes, you were hurt but Jean is not a titan, he can’t heal overnight. I don’t know why the fight started and I don’t want to because I’m sure it was for a ridiculous reason anyway.”

Eren was still on his nerves and he knew if he said anything, he would regret it – so he just kept quiet and stared at his shoes.

“You really don’t have anything to say?” you sighed. “Eren–, you should apologise. Both of–.”

“STOP! Stop pretending to care about me if all you want is go and check on Jean. Stop pretending you care about me at all – just, stop.”

“Eren–.” your voice quavered.

“And stop acting like my mother because you’re not. So, just leave me alone!” Eren yelled because storming out.

When you found Levi in his office, he was doing some paperwork with Kuchel on his lap.

“How did it go with Eren?” Levi asked you without looking up.

“Hm… not great.” you whimpered.

As soon as Levi heard your voice, he looked up and saw that your eyes were still red and puffy. He put Kuchel on the ground and came to embrace you. You continued to cry in his arms, putting your head on his shoulder.

“What happened?” Levi asked worried.

Levi did not insist on it when you refused to talk about it. Levi asked Sasha, Connie, and Jean to take care of Kuchel the rest of the day so he could spend the day with you.

You spend the day in your bedroom, switching between crying and sleeping. Levi stayed with you the whole time, with you clinging on him. After a few hours, you finally started to calm down and were ready to talk.

“Eren said that… it sounds ridiculous actually,” you tried to laugh, “he said that I wasn’t his mother which is true, I’m not.” you explained. “Is it weird? That I’m hurt because I consider Eren, and all of them, as one of my own children?”

“Eren’s an idiot. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Levi tried to reassure you.

Eren, on his side, went back to his room and stayed there for the rest of the day. After he calmed down and realised what he said to you, he started to regret it. He did not mean any of the words he said to you.

For the next few days, whenever you and Eren would see each other, you would just walk away. You did not know what to say to Eren, therefore you just decided to avoid him which is something everyone noticed. Eren really wanted to talk to you, he wanted to apologise but with you constantly walking away, it was impossible. Eren decided he would ask the captain’s help.

“I know she probably told you what happened.” Eren told Levi when he went to his office, “I just want to apologise, please?”

“Fine. She’s with Kuchel in our room.” Levi thought. “Then go and clean the stable!”

“Thank you.”

Eren run to your bedroom and went in without knocking. He found you reading a story to Kuchel and hesitated a second before calling your name.

“Eren!” you shouted surprised.

“I’m sorry, it’s just – I know you wouldn’t have opened the door.” Eren explained. “Mom,” Eren started before breaking down crying, “I’m sorry, please don’t ignore me anymore.”

“No cry.” Kuchel shouted, “ma-ma kiss, no cry.” she pulled your sleeve.

“Please don’t hate me.” Eren whispered.

“I could never hate you.” you said before hugging him.

Eren hold you so tightly that you could barely move.

“It’s ok,” you reassured him, “I could never hate one of my kids.” you admitted.

“So, you’re not mad right?”

“I’m not. It’s ok.” you patted his back.

“I didn’t mean.” Eren added, “I didn’t mean any of it.” Eren paused before adding “because I love you mom. I do.”

“Eren,” you smiled, “I love you too.”

“Lowe ma-ma me!” Kuchel shouted because you and Eren were too far away from her.

“I’m going to go now.” Eren said, “I still have cleaning duty.”

Eren left, and a sigh of relief left your mouth. Having him directly tell you that he did not mean it was a relief.

Jean Kirstein:

Levi had been thinking about having Jean to replace him as captain in a few years or even make him squad leader. Jean obviously proved himself to be a great leader – there was no excuse not to promote him to a higher rank. He never talked about that to anyone though, particularly not to you because he knew how worried you would be. After some time, Levi decided he would talk about it with Erwin.

“Are you telling me this because you want to retire?” Erwin asked him.

“No. I don’t to retire right now.”

“Okay.” Erwin took a moment to process what Levi just told him, “What did Y/N say?”

“Nothing.” Levi casually answered.

“Really?”

“I didn’t tell her anything yet.”

“Oh… Well, I don’t see any problems in making Jean a captain now or in a few years. He has a good sense of leadership. I think that’s a great idea.” Erwin stated.

“Bur?” Levi asked expecting Erwin to continue.

“No ‘but’, just…” Erwin took a deep breath, smiling slightly, “really excited to see Y/N’s reaction.”

“She’ll love that.”

After a few days, Levi decided to call you in his office at the same time as Jean to announce the big news he had. When Jean and you arrived, he sat down at his desk before explaining why he asked to see you.

“You grew up and learned a lot these past few months and years. You have every quality to make a great captain or even squad leader.”

“Oh,” Jean blushed, “thank you, but why are you telling me this?”

“I talked about it with Erwin, and he agrees with me that–.”

“Wait.” you cut Levi in his sentence, “are you seriously trying to make Jean captain right now?” you asked dumbstruck.

“If he wants, yes.”

“What?” you laughed nervously. “No! It’s… he’s a child! This is too much responsibility and pression for him.” you argued. “Jean,” you turned around to face him, “you’re not–.”

“Y/N,” Levi cut you, “he’s not a child anymore. You know how skilled he is on the field so why are you doing this?”

“Because being a captain is too much pressure! You are responsible for everything! Yes, it includes victories, but also every death of your friends and squad members.” you rumbled, “Jean, you’re not… you can’t do this. I refuse.”

“Y/N–.” Levi started but was cut short by Jean.

“You’re not my mother!” Jean yelled, “you don’t have the right to decide for me!” he added before leaving the room.

Silence prevailed in the room. Then suddenly you started to sob violently and collapsed on the ground. Levi slowly approached you and wrapped you in his arms.

“It’s ok.” Levi whispered, “he didn’t mean it.”

You spent the rest of the day in bed, regretting everything you previously said to Jean. Levi stayed beside you, trying to calm you down but it was not successful. At night, Levi decided to pay Jean a visit to see if he calmed down. When he knocked on Jean’s door, he heard a quiet ‘come in’. Jean was curled up on himself on his bed, with his blanket over him.

“I’m sorry.” Jean sobbed. “I– I.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me.” Levi said. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll come and apologise to Y/N because no one can understand you in this state.” Levi referred to his sobbing. “She’s sorry too, just so you know.”

Then, Levi came back to you and saw that you calmed down a bit, but he knew you were hurt. It was not the first time that one of the kids told you that. When Eren did, you were inconsolable and did stayed in bed for a few days.

The next day, Jean was up really early. He came in your office and waited for you inside, sitting on the couch. He waited a few hours, but you still were not there. You were eating breakfast and played a bit with Kuchel. When you finally walked in your office, you found Jean asleep on your couch. You took the blanket you kept for you at night and delicately put it on Jean, which did not work since he instantly woke up.

“Mom!” Jean said surprised and then immediately looked away.

Neither one of you knew what to say. You sat on the table in front of his, while he was still standing awkwardly.

“I’m sorry!” you both shouted at the same time.

“No!” Jean quickly added, “I didn’t– I didn’t mean it because it’s not true. You are. You are my mom and… I’m sorry, please don’t hate me.” Jean finished his sentence trying to hold his tears back.

“I– I’m sorry too.” you apologised and walked to him to hug him, “I’m sorry because I think you would make a great captain.” you tried to smile. “You are really talented, and it would be a waste not to make you captain.”

“No, if you’re not happy I don’t–.”

“I am happy, I was just scared.” you admitted. “You… you are my child and seeing you all grown-up and taking responsibilities… is terrifying. I don’t want to you to go through what Levi, and I did when we lost–.” you suddenly stopped, not wanting to talk about how many friends you all loss.

“I thought that you refused because you didn’t think I was good enough.” Jean admitted.

“You are good enough. You are more than that. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry too.” Jean repeated.

Jean was always the first one to volunteer to take care of Kuchel when neither you nor Levi could. He loved spending time with her. He grew up without siblings, so since he saw you and Levi like his parents, Kuchel was like his little sister.

“Jean, thank you for doing this.” you gave him Kuchel, “Levi and I will be back in a few hours.”

“No problem, have a safe trip!”

Jean brought Kuchel back to his room and let her play with her toys. In the meantime, Armin, Eren and Mikasa came to see Kuchel too. Sasha and Connie came later on and stayed with Jean to play with Kuchel.

“Ja!” Kuchel screamed when she saw that Jean stopped playing with her.

“What did you say?” Jean asked shocked.

“Ja.” Kuchel pointed at Jean.

“That’s my name.” Jean said happily, “can you guys believe it?” he said to his friends.

“Oh, come on,” Connie replied, “It could be anything else.”

After trying to make Kuchel repeat it a few times, which was a failure, Sasha and Connie left Jean alone since they had cleaning duties to do before the Captain came back.

“I know you said my name earlier, even though you won’t repeat, it’s fine.”

“Ma-ma?” Kuchel asked.

“She’ll be back soon don’t worry.” Jean started to clean her toys. “You know, you’re very lucky to have them as your parents. They are awesome. I love them. I mean mom– no, da– no– I mean they’re great, you know?” Jean explained as if Kuchel could understand. “Never mind.”

Jean realised what he just said and started to think about if he should tell you or not. On one hand, he wanted to because he wanted you to know how much he appreciated you being there for him, but on the other hand, it was embarrassing.

“Kirstein.” Levi called him when he found him. “I still have to go and see Erwin so drop Kuchel to Y/N.” Levi told him.

“Da-da!” Kuchel yelled happily.

Levi kissed her before leaving. Jean walked to your office and knocked on the door.

“Yes?”

“It’s me, Jean.”

“Come in.” you said, “Kuchel, hiii.” you hold your baby. “How was the day with her?” you asked Jean.

“Good. It was good.” Jean answered. “I have to mh… go. Sasha and Connie, they’re… they need me.”

“Oh, okay, thank–.”

“I love you, bye mom!” Jean said before left running.

“Ja lowe ma-ma.”

When Levi came back to your office, he found you sitting on the couch looking at the ceiling.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Jean just said he loves me. I can’t believe all my children are now opening to me now.” you pretended to cry. “Also, Kuchel just said Jean’s nam.”

“What?”

“Here, take Kuchel because I have to go and see Jean.”

“Ja!”

“Why?” Levi asked.

“He ran away before I could say anything.”

“A weirdo,” Levi looked at Kuchel, “the first name you said had to be his…”

“You always pretend to be annoyed by him, when I know for a fact you lo–.”

“Not listening, bye.” Levi closed the door before you could finish.

When you went to Jean’s room, he was obviously not here. Therefore, you just decided to take a piece of paper and then put it on his pillow.

When Jean came back to his room, he found a little piece of saying “I love you my boy, you didn’t have to run away.” And it was signed “Mom”.

Armin Arlet:

Armin’s new job was to teach the new cadets the expeditions’ strategy. When new cadets arrived in the survey corps, they were always surprised at how often Armin, Eren, Jean and Mikasa would call you ‘mom’ which ended up being their favourite topic during the day.

As usual, Armin would be early, waiting for the new soldiers to arrive. A group of friends were already there, talking way too loudly.

“You heard that too right?” one of them asked.

“Heard what?” another one asked.

“How the captain’s squad calls squad leader Y/N ‘mom’.”

“Yeah and?”

“Oh, come on. She obviously isn’t their real mom.”

“She isn’t?”

“Are you stupid? Anyway, I think that’s weird. I mean she has her own kid, right?”

Their discussion was cut short by other people arriving. Armin pretended he did not hear them and taught his class professionally. Near the end of the class, you decided to come so you could see if everything went well. You quietly took a place and watched until the end. When Armin was over, you walked to him started to congratulate him.

“Armin, you are a natural at this. That was really great!” you hugged him.

At the back, the group of friends who was talking about Armin and you earlier started to laugh, which Armin noticed. Armin immediately stepped away from you.

“Wh–.” you started.

“Stop doing that, you’re not my mother.” Armin stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Stop acting like my mother please.”

Every news cadets were looking at you both – the room was silent. Armin instantly regretted was he said and wanted to apologise but you just forced a smiled and left. You went to Levi’s office, who was with Kuchel.

“Hey. How was–.” Levi started to ask but stopped when he saw you trying to hold back yours tears.

“Armin said it. In front of so many people – it was… horrible.” you cried.

“Ma-ma?” Kuchel crawled towards you.

Levi stood up and came to hug you while Kuchel was grasping on your leg.

“Y/N, they never mean it.” Levi reassured you.

“But…” you shook your head, “there was so many people watching us! No, they were staring at us.”

“Do you want me to go and talk to Armin?”

“No! It’s fine.” you sighed. “I mean… at this rate I’m used to it now.” you tried to laugh it up, but just ended up continuing sobbing.

“Ma-ma no cry!” Kuchel tried to comfort you.

“I’m not.” you smiled picking her up.

Levi and you spend the day playing with Kuchel – you tried to forget what Armin said and Levi wanted you not to think about it too much. Playing with Kuchel was one of the solutions. When it was time to eat, Levi suggested that he should just brought the food so you could eat in his office.

While Levi was gone, you gave Kuchel her toys and went to the bathroom. When you came back, Armin was playing with Kuchel.

“Armin. Hey.”

“Hey.” Armin mumbled. “Mh, I knocked on the door, but no one answered.”

“It’s ok.”

After a few minutes of silence, Levi entered the room with the food and stopped when he saw Armin. Levi looked at you and put the food on his desk.

“Do you need me to stay?” Levi whispered.

“Can you come back in ten minutes with Kuchel please?”

“Yeah.” Levi took Kuchel and left.

“I’m sorry about what I said.” Armin apologised looking at his feet. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not! I never should’ve said it on front of these people. I never should’ve said anything at all because it’s not true. I don’t think that.”

“Then why did you? Because… It’s just that these past few weeks, I,” you sighed loudly, “I heard that a lot…”

“Mom…” Armin frowned before hugging you. “I’m sorry.”

When you asked Armin what made him say it, he just avoided the question, saying that it was not important. Then, Levi came back so Armin left. He asked you what Armin had said, you told him that Armin did not say much.

A few days passed and you started to forget about that incident, but Levi wanted to know why it happened in the first place. That was why he asked Armin to meet him in his office one morning.

“What happened that morning?” Levi asked him.

Armin instantly knew what he was talking about and immediately looked away.

“I–.” Armin hesitated.

“No need to lie to me. I’ll know and you would just be wasting our time.”

“I heard people talking.” Armin whispered weakly. “They were saying things… like how weird it was for us to call her ‘mom’. And I thought, maybe that’s true.” Armin explained slowly. “I don’t know, I guess I wanted to show to these people that… it wasn’t true.”

When Armin was done talking, Levi nodded and let Armin leave. Levi never told you because Armin asked him not to. Armin never told anyone else what happened either – it was now their secret.

After that incident where you got badly injured, the cadets were having a hard time at night as well, especially for Armin and Jean who had to witness your body being thrown away. Both of them saw your body falling from a high level without being able to help.

Armin felt guilty because if he were not for him, you never would have got injured. After you woke up, he never really talked with you because of that guilt. You tried to talk to him because you wanted to make sure he was doing great, but every time he saw you, he would just walk away.

He would very often get nightmares too – it would often be about you regretting saving him, about you telling him that he should stop talking to you. He was scared.

“Armin,” Mikasa called him, “are you ok?”

“Yes. Why?” Armin answered absent-minded.

“You don’t look like yourself since… you know. Did you talk to–.”

“No.”

“Go talk to her.” Mikasa advised her friend.

After a few days of doing nothing, Mikasa decided to come to you because she was worried for Armin.

“I think Armin isn’t… He’s not ok.” Mikasa told you one morning.

“He’s been avoiding me I know. I thought giving him some space would be good, but I will talk to him.”

“He’s probably in his room, he’s not going out much.” Mikasa informed you.

“Thank you.”

You walked to Armin’s room and opened it without knocking, knowing if you did, he would have pretended to not be here. Armin was still sleeping, so you took a chair and placed it beside his bed and sat down. You took the book next to his bed and started to read it.

“AAH!” Armin screamed when he woke up.

“Why are you screaming like this in the morning!” you quickly put the book down.

“What– why are you here?” Armina asked hiding under his blanket.

“Mikasa was worried about you, and so was I. Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t.”

“Armin,” you stood up so you could sit on his bed, “Just tell me what has been bothering you.”

“Do you hate me?” Armin asked slowly after a long silence.

“What? No! Why would I?”

“You were hurt because of me. I was careless and–.”

“Armin, I don’t hate you.”

“But you almost–. Because of me…”

“I don’t hate you; I could never hate you. And it was not your fault at all. It was mine; I was careless and I didn’t think before acting.”

“Ok, that’s… good.” then Armin mumbled something else.

“What?” you asked confused.

“I love you mom.” Armin said timidly, looking away.

“I love you too Armin.” you said hugging him. “Get dressed now, I will wait for you in the mess hall.”

“Don’t tell anyone I said that!” Armin screamed when you left.

He was really embarrassed about it, but he was glad he did it. You were glad too, and you did not tell anyone beside Levi – you were too happy to not tell him.

Mikasa Ackerman:

Levi and his squad were training at hand-on-hand combat as usual, only this time, Mikasa was so distracted she ended spraining her ankle. She did not tell anyone and walked on her feet as if nothing happened. Eren noticed though. He noticed how she was putting more weight on her uninjured leg.

“What’s wrong with you?” Eren asked her once they were alone.

“Nothing.”

“What’s wrong with your leg?” Eren insisted.

“Noth–.”

“It’s clearly swollen. Your ankle is twice the size of the other one!”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you tell mom yet?”

“No, why would I?” Mikasa asked.

“Because you’re hurt which means you’re not going tomorrow.”

“We don’t run or walk – I’ll be fine.” Mikasa told him before leaving.

Eren decided if to tell you himself because he knew how stubborn Mikasa was. He found you with Levi in his office.

“Eren, hi!” you greeted him.

“Talk.” Levi said annoyed. “Don’t just stand here silently.”

“She’s hurt but she doesn’t want to tell you. Her ankle, she probably sprained it when we were training. And she wants to go to tomorrow’s expedition like that.”

“Oh, I’ll go and talk to her then.” you told them. “I will be right back.”

You assumed Mikasa would be in her room at this hour, so you went to her bedroom. You knocked on her door and a few seconds, Mikasa opened the door.

“Can I come in?” you smiled.

“Mh, yes.”

You watched Mikasa carefully, but she was good at pretending to be ok. You sat on her bed before making small talk first. You asked her how the training went.

“Fine.”

“Eren told me that you hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine.” Mikasa answered coldly.

“If it’s true, I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”

“I’m fine.” Mikasa repeated irritated.

“Show me your ankle.”

“No.”

“Mikasa.”

“I said I’m fine, so stop. It doesn’t even hurt and if I go to sleep right now, I’ll have enough rest.”

“No. It’ll be worse if you leave tomorrow so you’re not going. That’s an order.” you concluded.

“You’re not my superior!” Mikasa shouted.

“Oh, you think Levi would disagree with me?” you laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you’re not my mother to decide something like this!” Mikasa argued.

“Mik–.”

“No, I- I’m sorry.” Mikasa immediately apologised. “I’m sorry.” Mikasa repeated.

“It’s ok.” you whispered. “It’s ok.”

“I’ll stay here tomorrow.” Mikasa agreed looking down.

“Do you need me to stay here with you tomorrow?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Okay. Then I’ll go now.” you stood up.

“You’re not mad right?” Mikasa asked timidly before you left. “I didn’t mean it, I was just…”

“I’m not,” you turned around, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

Mikasa nodded and you smiled at her before closing the door. When you went back to Levi, Eren was still here as well.

“Mom! What did she say?” Eren asked.

“She’ll stay here.” you reassured Eren, “you can go now.”

“Are you ok?” Levi asked you once Eren left.

“Yes.” you paused a second before repeating, “Yes, I’m ok.”

“Ok.” Levi smiled slightly before walking up to you to kiss you.

After your accident, Mikasa became overprotective of you. When Levi started to work again after a few weeks, he was reluctant to do so because that meant leaving you. Fortunately, Mikasa told him that she would stay and help you until he was over with work.

Mikasa would bring you food and help you with some of your paperwork too.

“How are you feeling today?” Mikasa asked you.

“I’m ok thanks to you. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Mikasa spent an entire week with you and Kuchel. Levi was glad that Mikasa was with you since he knew how serious she was about your safety. One night, when Levi came back pretty late, he found Mikasa sleeping in bed with you while Kuchel was in the middle, still awake. Levi gently took Kuchel and left with her.

“I guess I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” Levi told Kuchel when he put her to sleep.

When he came back, he noticed that neither one of you had a blanket one you so before going to sleep, he put one on each of you.

In the morning, Mikasa was the first one to wake up. When she realised that she was in your bed, she quickly left the bed so she could leave, but before she could she looked at you and said: “I love you mom.”, thinking you were asleep.

“Mmh, I love you too Mikasa, now go back to sleep.” you mumbled still half asleep.

Mikasa’s eyes widened and left quickly thinking she had dreamt it. Levi was the next one to wake up but decided to continue to sleep next to you when he saw that Mikasa was no longer in the bed.

“Morning.” you said half awake. “Hey. Where did you sleep?”

“Couch.” Levi answered holding you tightly.

“M’sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s ok.”

After you both brushed your teeth and washed your face – you went to eat. Mikasa was already in the mess hall with her friends, and she kept avoiding your gaze.

“What’s the matter with you?” Eren asked Mikasa.

“Nothing.”

“Mom!” Eren yelled, “come eat with us!”

Mikasa ate her breakfast really quickly before leaving. Eren and Armin were confused as much as Levi was. You were confused at first too, but then you remember what Mikasa had said to you before leaving – you excused yourself and went after her. You found her in her room, hiding under her blanket. You sat down and tried to take the blanket off.

“Mikasa come on, don’t be embarrassed.”

“How can I not?”

“Do you want to know a secret?” you waited for an answer but Mikasa did not say a thing, “You’re not the only one who said it so there’s no need to be embarrassed...”

“What?” Mikasa suddenly stood up. “Who did?”

“You know… some of them.” you admitted before leaving as if nothing happened.

“I need to know.” Mikasa murmured to herself.

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Whispers in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere) Trilogy - part two. (Previous part, next part)

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, blood, threats, sugestive content, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade is trying to convince and adjust Y/N to new situation and himself. Some time has passed, but troubles are showing.

Author's note: Continuation from part one. Insipration from ACOTAR. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colours are Y/N thoughts.

Three days have passed and Y/N felt better. She was almost lying in bed all day, but she started to fast recovery. All her energy was restored and she could left their room. Technoblade went at adventure in Nether, for some supplies. She slowly went downstairs, hearing the cooking sounds and humming. Of course Phil was standing in the kitchen, preparing something. They both froze for a while. Realization hit her harder, than she expected. He knew... he had to know. Winged man sighed and his shoulders dropped. As he thought, he didn't know what to do.

"I... I noticed that Techno has thing for you, I adviced him conversation or something... when he left two days ago for training I have never expected, that he will come back with you in his arms. I was shocked, afraid and confused." Phil explained slowly.

Y/N bit her lip and hugged herself. He was one of her the most trusted person here, aside with Foolish and Bench Trio.

"Listen, I was with Techno through a lot of shit. He is my friend and I will always be on his side, no matter what. I don't fully support... this kidnapping, but I am still with him." He continued, then took cups of tea and plate with sandwiches. "Hungry?"

Y/N nodded and sat down. He put everything on table and sat too. Everything looked like during her last visit. Phil was living in house in opposite combined with Techno's by bridge.

"So... you won't help me convince him to let me go, right?" She asked with saddness.

"Unfortunetly no. I am not going to be involved in stuff between you and him. But is it that bad? You are not missing anything, Techno is caring about you, here is safe and all the stuff you need." He looked at her.

"I used to be a free person, you know..."

"I am sure, that he will let you go on backyard. On attic, we can set up enchanting place with books and stuff. Sometimes Ranboo is visiting us." Phil was determined to show good sides of current situation.

He didn't want to be manipulative, but for everyone's greater good, was that she had to accept her fate. Technoblade could be rough, when it came to be obedient. He really acted diffrent, since he found his thing for her and now, when Y/N was there, he was calmer and more relaxed. If she would escape, he will for sure track her down and then, everyone which would help, will be in great danger. Technoblade wasn't leaving something behind. Probably whole Smp will be burning. Maybe it was selfish, but Phil didn't want any argues or wars for now. Y/N was eating quietly, thinking about his words. It wasn't that bad for sure. She expected being injured and thrown into cellar or something and actually they didn't even tie her.

"You are being serious with that enchanting place and yard?" She asked quietly.

Phil nodded and smiled to her gently. After eating he took her to the attic, where was some space and shelfes. Immediately her humor improved, they even started to talk about setting up enchanting place. Later this day, Phil left to his house and Y/N was reading on the couch, cover by the blanket, because days here were colder than in main Smp part. Technoblade managed to bring most of her personal stuff here including clothes. She was wearing warm sweater and pants, but still got closer to the fireplace, which was very nice in her opinion. Sun started to go down, she was thinking if Techno will come, Phil said that he sometimes made trips, which lasted days.

Sudden sound of opening door caused her to turned at it's direction. Piglin hybrid stepped inside and smiled to her warm.

"Hi darliIIIAAAAAA!" He screamed and dropped something.

Y/N frowned and stood up. Small ball of fur squeaked and immediately recognized it's owner, it asap ran to her and hid behind her.

"Snowflake!" She screamed and picked up her fox gently, then petted it's head softly.

"It bit me!" Techno growled and sucked his injured finger. "This had to be surprise..."

She sent him warm smile and again sat on the couch. Snowflake snuggle her head into Y/N's chest, she hugged her back.

"Thank you for bringing her here..." She looked at him softly. "It mean a lot to me..."

The Blade smiled proudly and came closer. Fox started to growl, when he approached. Y/N gently petted her.

"It's all right my little one. He isn't that scary as he seems in first take." She smiled at Techno.

After a few minutes small ball of fur calmed and accommodate itself on Y/N's lap and went to sleep. Technoblade quietly sat on couch and looked at them curiously.

"Do you know that I am scary, intimidating and grim huh?" He whispered.

Y/N rolled eyes and looked at him. "Of course I know. I experienced that few days ago."

Silence fell upon them, Technoblade didn't excatly know what to say, this whole situation shloud looked way diffrent, he just didn't predict this whole chase, althought is was fun.

'Make her forget about it.' 'She will understand.' 'Chase was interesting.'

"Phil showed me the attic and mentioned, that there we could make enchanting place. Is that true?" She asked quietly, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yes of course! It's all yours, you can make there your working place." He said and took her hand, then gently rub it with his thumb.

"Really?"

He nodded with honest smile. Y/N hugged him gently, watching out at fox. "Thank you. Also I need a basket and blanket for Snowflake..."

"This isn't a trouble princess."

}*{

Some days passed Y/N was busy with making her workplace. Technoblade helped her, Phil occasionaly showed, but didn't want to interrupt them both. They worked hard with wood, she made enchanting table, because he brought most of her supplies to cottage, being careful and avoided everyone. For now none was looking for her and Techno wished, that this would last the longest, no troubles, no worries, just him and Y/N happy.

Piglin hybrid also brought her notes and books, so Y/N could study again, she was so happy about it, finally could do something useful. When the attic was finally done, she went into their shared bedroom. Deep inside she was still hesitant, when it came to Technoblade, but decided to don't make him angry. Being in tundra wasn't so bad, but also wasn't a paradise. Yes, she was thinking how to get herself from this awkward situation, but hasn't find solution yet.

Immediately Snowflake get up from her basket and sniffed around. Y/N smiled softly, recently her fox was more curious and brave, even tried to play with Techno's fox named Aura.

"Let's go to outside for a while, we both need fresh air."

They went outside, Y/N took a deep breath. Fox immediately jump off and started to run through the snow. She covered herself more by cloak and sit near, watching cute ball of fur playing around. Fresh air let her relaxed more and clean up thoughts. Around were silence, hound was sleeping in special building, sometimes Steve was moving in snow, to find a good position. Around the fence slept more wolfes, guarding the exits. Y/N swallowed slowly, she wasn't able to go through. Unfortunately, Snowflake had another idea, fox fast ran away from yard, jumping in snow and spinning around.

"Snowflake!" Y/N stood up immediately and ran to her. "Come back!"

But little fox puppy didn't want to listen, it ran away even more far. Worrying owner didn't think too much, just found place, where dogs were away and jumped over the fence. One of them woke up and started to bark and howl. Snowflake put her ears back, came back into her owner's arms, curling up. She hugged her tightly.

"Don't do it again, you scared me..." she whispered quietly into it's fur.

Cold wind started to blow and Y/N heard the whole hound howling, it was terrifying. She turned back just to meet Technoblade standing intimidating with sword in his hand.

"Are you trying to escape?" He asked slowly observing her.

"What? No! Snowflake ran away, she got over the fence..." Y/N explained quietly.

"You really think, that I am going to belive in this?" He made one step further, she responed with one step back.

"I am not lying!"

"You better not be lying, because you won't like my punishment, my dear." Technoblade looked deep into her eyes. "If fox is causing troubles, maybe it should disappear?"

Y/N shook her head. "I promise, it won't happen again, please don't hurt her!" She had almost tears in her eyes.

Piglin hybrid nodded slowly and gave her his hand. She took it gently and together came back inside. Silence remained between them, Phil was in his house, busy with books. Y/N took Snowflake upstairs and put in the basket. Fox immediately curled up and went to sleep, she backed into kitchen. Technoblade waited with narrowed eyes, she swallowed hard.

"You broke a rule."

'She wanted to run away from us!' 'She deserve punishment!' 'We won't let her leave the house!'

"I know, but I just wanted to catch Snowflake! You really think, that I would escape without nothing, only in cloak?"

"No, but rule is a rule."

He moved closer, towering at her. Their eyes met, red and y/c. She saw there anger and disbelief, but she didn't do something bad. Technoblade gripped her chin once more, Y/N hissed, when she was forced to look at him.

"Listen Y/N. I really feel diffrent around you, calmer and stable, but that doesn't mean that my true nature disappeared." He said slowly.

"I know, I told you... Snowflake ran away, I just wanted to save her..." a single tear strimmed down at her cheek.

Piglin hybrid moved his hand to wip it out, then cupped her face. Atmosphere changed immediately. Maybe it was warm, which radiated from his body or this gentle touch, but somehow room became hotter. Red crawled at Y/N's cheeks and Technoblade sighed quietly. His thumb has been found on her down lip. Time has frozen, she was looking straight into his eyes, their gaze locked. She grabbed his wirst gently, but he didn't stop.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm admiring. Be quiet."

But when he leaned in and Y/N colsed eyes, pending what will come next, silence distrubed light grunt from the door. They immediately turned heads at this direction. Of course Phil was standing there with awkward face.

"I am assuming, that I am bothering you..."

"Yes." Technoblade's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not. Come in." Y/N said and left Techno's grasp with smile.

}*{

Phil stayed till late hours, they discussed some cases, she left them quite soon, because conversation bored her. Y/N started to work in attic, but when night has fallen, she moved to their bedroom and started to read book. Snowflake laid on her lap, so she could pet it's head slowly. Phil and Techno talked quietly, so it was immpossible to hear anything.

When the door opened, Y/N lifted her sight, piglin hybrid entered into the bedroom. His eyes narrowed, when he spotted cute, little ball of fur, but didn't say anything.

"Talking is over?"

Technoblade nodded and closed the door, she put away book. Snowflake jumped off bed and went straight into her basket, avoiding him at all cost. Y/N sighed quietly and stood up, Techno locked his sight on her posture.

"I am going to take bath. You can go to sleep, if you want."

He blocked her way out, she looked at him with surprise. In one heart beat Technoblade pinned her to the closest wall. Quiet 'welp' left her lips.

"We had a thing, before Phil naughty interrupted us." The Blade whispered with deep voice.

"Did we have?" Y/N asked while looking at him, she tried to act tough.

"Oh yes, we had my dear."

He put left hand on wall near her head and right hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. Their eyes met again, confidence faced uncertainty. His touch was more gentle, that she might expect.

"Let myself be clear. You will have to pay, for today's little bad behaviour."

"Wh-what do you mean?" She suttered.

"Let's say... if you don't want me to throw out this little, annoy ball of fur... you will have to kiss me." Technoblade said with deep voice.

Y/N looked at Snowflake peacefuly sleeping at basket and sighed helplessly.

"Do you promise? And never, ever again will threat her?"

"Yes. I always keep my word."

She nodded slowly, red crawled on her cheeks, cupped his face carefuly, hesitated for a moment. Y/N, closing eyes, gently pressed their lips together, in slow, shy kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes, to reach Technoblade's lips. His hand moved at her waist and pulled her closer and he kissed her back in more confident way.

Y/N was so sweet and her lips so soft, like they were made for him. Piglin hybrid fast took control of the situation. Hand from her chin slipped on neck, to press their lips closer. Y/N made quiet moan, which caused his blood to boil. He smiled through a kiss.

'So good for us.' 'So sweet, so soft.' 'Don't stop, don't stop!'

Voices went feral, their demands and screamings filled his head, in one smooth move Technoblade grabbed her thighs and lifted Y/N up, without breaking the kiss. Now, she slipped hand into pink hair. He muttered with satisfaction, but then she broke away and opened eyes. The Blade snorted, greedy for touch, contact and pressed lips to her neck, kissing slowly.

"Techno!" Y/N winced and grabbed his shoulders.

"Relax princess." He whispered into her skin softly. "It's part of the punishment."

She blushed even at her ears, when he pressed few more kisses, then broke away too. They looked at each other in silence.

"Well, now I think, that it wasn't a punishment for you at all." Technoblade laughed slighty. She shook head with disbelief and helpless, then looked down.

"Oh, don't be so shy, I mean, I like it, but you don't need to be."

"Are you going to put me down?" Y/N asked with impatience.

"Maybe yes... maybe no." He hid head in her neck's crook.

In fact Technoblade just had to chill a little bit. His blood was still boiling, lips were touch starved and hands didn't want to let her go. After a few deep breaths, he gently put her on the floor.

"Thanks you." Y/N giggled softly.

"Go for this bath." The Blade smiled haughty and kissed her forehead.

She nodded, grabbed night clothes and left bedroom. Technoblade was smiling like idiot, when she went out. Feeling in his chest grew only bigger through days, when she was here. Also he wanted show everyone that Y/N is his and only his, he would bite her shoulder or neck, maybe give her golden jewelry, but for now it was pointless. As long, as she wasn't leaving the basement, all of this could come later. Of course Technoblade desired to mark her, but her shyness and innocence were too adorable and entertainment.

}*{

Next week has passed without any serious problems. Technoblade was always in cottage, Phil sticked around lot, so they could spend time together. Usually, they were talking, pair of friends described Y/N their adventures, Phil was telling of far away lands, and she was always listening witn true amazement. When Techno and Y/N were alone, he usually read her books or they just cuddled on couch. Sometimes she was trying to work on attic, but it was quite hard, since piglin hybrid has become clingy and very touch starved. He stole her few kisses during this week, but they weren't so intense as their first kiss. But since yesterday Technoblade has acted like he was always lost in his thoughts. That was something diffrent, so she noticed quite easily.

Y/N was sitting at the table and watching piglin hybrid carefuly. He was making her cup of tea, but silence reminded between them for too long.

"You are taciturn, since yesterday... something happend?" She asked finally.

He smiled and turned back to her with cup of tea. "You are so caring darling." He put the cup on the table.

"That isn't answer of my question..."

"You don't need to worry about it. Everyone has a quiet days, even me." Technoblade grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, it caused Y/N to smile too. She took a sip.

"It taste better than Phil's?"

"Um... I can't tell the diffrence." Y/N shrugged, it tasted good, tea like tea.

"Great." His smile widened and she felt warning twist in her stomach. Something was odd...

"You... are sure, that everything is all right?"

This time, he didn't even bother to answer. Just looked at her and studied her face. Y/N blinked... but suddenly her eyelids became very heavy. Though she was sleeping today well. Fatigue mastered her body, Y/N groaned quietly and put cup down with loud sound.

"Feeling tired?" Technoblade asked slowly.

She lifted her sight at him with little struggle. His face was stern, but something in his eyes... made her shiver inside.

"What... what did you do?"

"Nothing... nothing at all."

Y/N stood up slowly, but she tripped at first step, needed to support herself by table. He squeezed her hand harder and embrece waist, to hold her. She couldn't push him back, all energy went out, her sight found half full cup of tea...

"You bastard..."

Dark laugh left his lips, he lifted her in bride style, like she was like a feather. Technoblade kissed her forehead reassuring.

"I think, you shloud go to sleep my love."

Then, Y/N started to see blurry and finally lost consciousness. She didn't know how long she has been unconscious, but when she woke up, she has seen their shared bedroom. Then felt cold metal around her wrist. Still little tired and probably under the influence of drugs, Y/N tried to move herself from bed. Chain from her wirst was attached to wall and it was pretty long.

'What the hell happend...?'

Y/N didn't want to believe, that Technoblade drugged her... maybe staying here wasn't the best idea... Door opened with quiet noise, causing her, to look at it's direction. Piglin hybrid went inside with tray full of food. She clenched jaw and looked at him with narrowed eyes. If she could, she would throw at him fireballs again.

"Don't even think to get closer." She hissed quietly. "What is this?" She rose her hand with a handcuff.

Technoblade put a tray on table and sighed. Actually he had all his netherite armor on, sword at his belt, then trident and axe on back. Y/N swallowed hard.

"I am going on adventure with Phil... actually it's for supplies..." The Blade said slowly.

"So you chained me?!"

"I don't want to risk anything darling."

"Take it off." Y/N said totally serious.

"I-"

"Take it off!" Tears started to come up into her eyes.

Technoblade didn't even move slighty. He just watched, when she tugged chain couple of times, then sat helpless on the bed and quiet sob left her lips. He immediately came closer and crouch on her level. Despite her protests, Techno grabbed her hands and rub them gently with thumbs.

"I will be back in three, four days. You have food on table and I brought you new books. Chain can reach bathroom."

"Please take the chain off!"

'Music for our ears.' 'Make her stop crying.' 'We already miss her...'

He kissed her forehead, but then stood up and left her room, closing it on a key. Y/N was too shooked to make any move, she pulled her legs closer to chest and hugged them. Loud sob left her lips this time and tears strimming down at her cheeks freely. Snowflake jumped on the bed and snuggled near, to cheer up it's owner, but without any success.

Y/N just couldn't believe, that Technoblade actually did this. She behaved good all the time, didn't even fight his... sudden whims or whishes. He wasn't exactly as people talk about him, he had feelings, goals and persons which he cared about. He was a person, not a weapon. But this... she called fire at her fingers and grabbed the metal. After a few minutes, it didn't make any effect, but she spotted slight purple light on metal.

Enchantments.

Closing eyes, she focused on chain. After a second she had an answer. Mending and Unbreaking. Y/N cursed aloud, without key or magic, there was no way to open it. She was too weak for casting spells. It was made by Phil for sure, Technoblade didn't know enchanting that good... she curled up on bed, trying to find a way out of this horrible situation.

}*{

Ranboo sighed stepping at outisde stairs in Technoblade's basement. He was here so long ago, at least three weeks ago. Moving into mansion took a lot of time and they had to finish filling the rooms. After this, Eret told Foolish, that Y/N is missing, they immediately went to her home, only to find out it was empty and some things were taken. He helped with searching, because Eret and Foolish stated, that she couldn't just leave without a word. A week of no progress caused them to stop. Ranboo saw the true sadness on demi-god's face and he wished he would help. Tommy and Tubbo missed her too and Michael wanted, that Y/N read his tales. Enderman hybrid sighed once more and stepped inside. Main door wasn't locked, none dared to come here and steal something, maybe except Tommy. He would do that without any hesitation.

He needed blaze rods and some honey, to start bee farm for Tubbo. He was in the middle of searching, when heard suspicious nosie from on top. Ranboo looked at celling unsure. Technoblade and Phil were on trip, he know that, because they met in the Nether once in fortress. He knew only one ghost and he wasn't here for sure... Then he heard quiet whimper and sob. Tall teenager swallowed hard and started to head upstairs. The noises were coming from Techno's bedroom, that was really odd. He tried to open door, but it was locked. Looking around, he spotted the key on the nearest shelf, so took it and open door slowly and quietly.

Ranboo almost dropped everything in his hands, when he saw Y/N on floor, chain around her wrist, eyes full of tears, skin more pale than usually. She immediately looked up, her gaze was full of shock and disbelief.

"Y/N?" He knelt near her, look if there were any injures or wounds.

"Ranboo?" She almost cried this words. "What... what are you doing here?"

"I am getting supplies from Techno... and you? For gods sake, Foolish and Eret were looking for you!"

Tears left her eyes, when she heard this words. None has known what exactly happend... telling whole story wasn't a great idea.

"Why there is a chain on your wirst?"

Y/N bit her down lip and looked at him embarrased. This whole story was an absurd, what if he won't believe her?

"Technoblade..." she whispered quietly.

"Why Techno would do that? And Phil, he wouldn't allow it..."

"But he did!" She screamed, clearly with fear in her voice.

Enderman hybrid was confused, this didn't has sense or logic. He sighed slowly and looked at Y/N, no she wasn't lying, so what was the case? What was going on here?

"Let me help you with this..." He took metal into his hands and tried to break it. After few minutes, he grabbed sword, but still, stubborn chain didn't want to let her go.

"It's enchanted... only key or magic can release me... " Y/N explained quietly. "And if I leave... gods help us... Technoblade will be after me."

"But... why? What did you do?" Ranboo asked without even thinking.

"I don't know! This is madness, I just want to get back to home, but they won't allow me." Y/N started to shake and tears strimmed down at her cheeks.

Ranboo hugged her gently, she was watching out to not water his skin or suit too much. He rubbed Y/N's back gently.

"We will need help... to get you out of this I guess."

"No... Technoblade will be after them... please don't tell anyone!"

"But, what about you?" He seemed worried.

"I don't know... I will try to break out, but I don't know when... just please promise me, that you won't tell anyone!"

Ranboo hesitated for a moment. How will she manage to break herself? And how could he be quiet about it? Eret and Foolish are still sad and hopeful or her returning, Michael every night is asking, where is aunt Y/N.

"Right, I won't... but someone will know, now or later."

Y/N sighed, he had right... someone will eventually step inside Technoblade's house and find her... but now there was no better plan.

"Yes, but at least maybe that won't be my close friend... you shloud go, before they see you."

He again hesitated, but after all, hugged her for goodbye, stood up and left. Also put everything as it was when he came. Still he was torn, because, wanted to help, but didn't want to let down Y/N or betrayed Technoblade's trust. Finally he left closing the door carefuly, lost in thoughts.

}*{

As Technoblade promised, he stepped into house exactly four days after leaving. Inside was silence, he had full backpacks and was tired, Phil went to his part, they both needed rest. After put everything in magazine, he went upstairs and entered his shared bedroom. Y/N was sitting under wall, where chain was attached, room didn't changed at all, some things were moved, but nothing odd.

'We didn't see her for such a long time...' 'We are going to hold her whole day.' 'Can't wait to see her again!'

"I'm finally back princess." He hummed and got closer.

She looked at him and stood up slowly, a little bit shaky, she unsure wrapped arms around his waist and closed her eyes.

"Please, never ever again leave me alone here... please." Quiet whisper left Y/N's lips.

Technoblade smiled satisfactorily, then hugged her back and pressed soft kiss on her forehead.

"Will you be obedient now?" He asked cupping her face in hands and wiped out tears.

Y/N nodded almost immediately, Piglin's hybrid smile widened, well that was better than he has expected. He couldn't complain, more things could be complicated, but for now, he wanted her to calm and be nice as she shloud be.

"Good. Let me help you with this." The Blade took gently her wirst and pulled out small, golden key from his pocket, then opened handcuff. Skin where it was, was violated, red abrasions and scabs, his eyes narrowed.

"I will take care of this don't worry."

Y/N sat on bed and looked as he put away his cape, weapons and grabbed bandages, then cover injuries with it.

"Thanks..." she said after everything was done.

"Now I am going to take off my armor, then maybe bath. If you want... you can go downstairs or help me."

Y/N looked at him with a hesitation. They together started to undo Technoblade's armor, after a while he ended looking at her, when she was patiently helping. It took a moment, netherite armor was heavy and parts were big, but after everything was done The Blade hugged her tightly.

"I missed you sweetheart..." he whispered into her ear. "I'm glad, that we are on good terms now."

Y/N bit her lip, most important thing was, that they couldn't know, that Ranboo was here. This made her anxious, poor boy, wouldn't have chances with Technoblade...

"I missed you too." She smiled gently and pressed shy kiss to his cheek.

Night has fallen quickly, piglin hybrid was napping a lot after bath and Y/N finally could go to the attic or kitchen, so she spent time mostly there. Working and making herself her favourite meal. When she entered the shared bedroom, Technoblade was sitting on bed shirtless and taking care of his sword, he lifted his eyes in her.

"Come in."

Y/N closed door and walked few steps forward, this view reminded her, that actually she had trident with her, when got kidnapped. Where it could be now?

"Technoblade..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

"When we met in forest, I had trident with myself... what happend with it?"

Piglin hybrid stopped and put sword away, then stood up. She swallowed hard, maybe it wasn't a good idea...

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trident is important thing for enchanters... and this was my only one. I also spent a lot of time searching for it and enchanting it..." Y/N said honestly.

"It's safe in the cellar." He got closer to her and smiled gently.

She nodded and let him hug her, then wrapped her arms around his waist. Technoblade placed hand on her neck, kiss was slow and gentle. Piglin hybrid smiled after breaking out. Inside, Y/N sighed with relief, he didn't noticed, that Ranboo was here.

She let her guard down in vain. The Blade's gentle touch fast, became inescapable grasp on her throat, Y/N pupils widened immediately. Tried to pull him out, but that was only a weak try.

"You think, that I am stupid or blind?" He asked, then lifted her up, still holding her throat, air started to go out and didn't come back.

Y/N tried to kick him of, but again that was only a weak try, even when he was tired. She grabbed his wrist and trying to push off his hand, only to take breath.

"After a whole week, you just casualy asking me about your trident huh?" His eyes narrowed looking at her reaction.

'Grip her harder!' 'Make her cry and scream!' 'Show, who is in charge here!'

Voices again went feral, but this time they demanded violence and wildness. His sight almost became red and ears was full of noise.

"Techno!" Y/N whispered quietly, fighting to stay focused.

"Apologize and everything will be all right."

"Please..." Tears started to strimming down at her cheeks, she became weak.

He shook his head. "That's not how you apologize. Just say that you are sorry for being dirty, little girl, forgive me."

"I... am sorry... for being... dirty little girl. Please forgive... me." Words slowly left Y/N' lips.

Technoblade smiled with satisfaction, then just let her go. Y/N' body hit hard the floor, she hissed at sudden pain and looked up at male. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to stay like this, on knees.

"I hate do it to you. I really do. Please promise me, that you will be good, obedient, little girl."

Graps on her chin hardened, Y/N nodded almost immediately. After this, she had enough, hear pounded so fast, eyes full of tears.

"It's late, let's go to sleep princess." He left her chin and went straight into the bed.

She stood up shaky and quietly, then grabbed her night clothes and went into bathroom. When came back, Technoblade is sleeping peacefuly on his side. Y/N without any distrubing noise, snuggled into bed and turned her back at him. She couldn't sleep at all, just laying there and thinking. After today for sure her mind changed and situation seemed to be horrible and without exit.

The mattress sagged under the weight of Technoblade, when he changed his position. She immediately froze, again he put an arm around her waits and his head right behind her's. Y/N swallowed her tears in silence.

}*{

Couple of days have passed and Y/N became much more shy and quiet. Technoblade usually held her around, but when not, she was in attic working or reading books. Piglin hybrid was satisfied with her behavior, showing his affection and caring way.

It was almost an evening, Phil was working on supper, Technoblade and Y/N were sitting on couch, he held her hand and read ancient poem with shinning eyes. Winged man couldn't resist to smile, while was hearing it.

Everything became much calmer. Well it ended, when Ranboo stormed into cottage, heavy breathing, burns on his face from tears and he was in full netherite armor.

"I am sorry! Please forgive me..."

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friendlytacosyumyum · 2 years

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Hello! If you’re not busy, can you please do Izuku with Scarlet Witch S/O with her powers?

absolutely!

Izuku Midoriya x Scarlet Witch!gn!reader

warnings: mentions of fighting at the end

type: headcanons

a/n: I did headcanons for this one! hope you don't mind anon :) it was really fun to write!

- when izuku first met you, he was fascinated

- your quirk was interesting, don't get me wrong, but this was a borderline obsession

- he wanted to know anything and everything about your quirk

- how did you pick things up? how did the "mind control" work? could you "mind control" him? would it alter his memories? can people move when you show them their worst fears? does it take a lot of energy?

- eventually, you sat down with him for a quirk interview and you told him everything he wanted to know

- was actually really nice about it!! he even suggested some possible upgrades for your hero costume that would help your quirk!

- for example, he thought that you could test out using amplifiers to be able to pick up larger objects with less of a strain

- definitely introduces you to his entire friend group

- "guys this is y/n. they are the most badass person i've ever met."

- you were in the process of transferring to UA and when you finally walked into class on your first day everyone already knew all about you

- even bakugo looked up to see who deku was talking about this whole time

- "tch. that chick? what does she even do, lift things? boring."

- you beat him in training after that :)

- aizawa is also fond of your quirk, since it involves your mind. it's similar to his, but he uses his eyes instead of his mind.

- if using your quirk ever tires you out, the whole class is ready to wait on you hand and foot

- izuku is telling them what to do

- "they need more water! can we make the lights any dimmer?"

- you managed to get everyone to calm down after you explained it was just some overuse

- when midoriya actually asks you out for the first time, it isn't chaotic or full of ramblings (not as much rambling as usual, that is)

- takes you to your favorite spot! if you have a little garden or stream you like to sit by when you're alone, he's going to meet you there, little rose and note in hand

- gives you the rose, then the note before saying "you don't have to respond right away y/n"

- leaves after that to give you some time to think about it. ofc, you're dumbfounded, just staring at the note in your hand like ???

- inside is a new drawing of your hero costume and some notes on it, as well as a little love letter

- talks about his feelings for you, when they started, and ends it with a little i like you, y/n

- of COURSE you say yes

- everyone knows by the next day, izuku just can't keep your relationship a secret :( its not his fault! you're just so amazing and he wants everyone to know he finally asked you out!!

- even aizawa knows tbh

- trains with you even more, gives you more advice and tips on your quirk than before. it's obvious he was holding back so he didn't scare you off LMAO

- lets you cuddle with him after practice!! he likes being the big spoon most of the time but if he had a really bad day or kacchan was mean to him he'll crawl into your lap and press his face into your neck until you hold him properly

- helps you with homework! his whole squad has group study sessions and you're invited! everyone takes turns making snacks and drinks, 10/10 would recommend

- your first kiss was... interesting

- see, izuku doesn't have much experience, but he's seen a couple of rom-coms

- you teach him how! and eventually he does get better at it, he's very eager to please!

- doesn't tend to use pet names in public because he knows it might embarrass you. when you tell him its fine, THE FLOODGATES HAVE OPENED

- puppy, baby, babe, precious, princess, etc.

- will call you anything under the sun at least once

- my sweetiepoo? my coo-coopie?

- drives everyone INSANE but he doesn't care

- tries to avoid fights with you because they scare him :( but if you do get in a fight he talks it out with you as soon as he can because he doesn't want you thinking he doesn't love you anymore

overall, you have a really healthy relationship! 10/10 would date tbh even if i write him angst 99% of the time. give the broccoli boi some love for me <3

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Hello, if it's not too much could I maybe get Otis/Baby calming their SO down after SO sees a murder for the first time? Maybe reassuring the SO they aren't gonna kill them?

Otis Driftwood and Baby Firefly calming their S/O down after they witness them murdering someone:

Otis Driftwood

You had just ran, after breaking out of your frozen state anyway. You had only come to visit your boyfriend, the last thing you expected was to see him brutally murdering a man in the living room whiling cursing him out, you would later learn that this man had been an escaped victim. Of course, you were never meant to see it.

You had been frozen, stunned by the scene, but when Otis lifted himself away from the victim and noticed you, you knew you had to move. When his gaze settled on you, blood-splattered face dropping slightly, you turned and ran right back out the door.

It was a lost cause, you knew that. The house was far away from anything else, from anyone or any main roads, you would probably tire before you reached help. But you didn’t even make it to the end of the property before Otis caught up to you.

The whole time you could hear him shouting after you, along with his rushed footsteps. You were just nearing the property line when you felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you back to crash against him. You fought and thrashed against his hold, crying and pleading with him to let you go, but he just wrapped his arms around you and held you tighter.

He attempted to shush you but you continued to thrash and shout at him. It was long before you began to wear yourself out and you accepted that nobody was going to help you and he wasn’t going to let go, so you stopped fighting but the crying didn’t stop. You just saw your boyfriend brutally murdering a man, covered in blood and unfazed by it, of course you were emotional.

“I’m not gonna hurt ya, okay?” you finally started processing Otis’ words properly, actually hearing what he was saying. “I’ll let go but ya gotta promise not to run, alright?” he told you but you weren’t sure how to respond. “Y/n?” he prompted an answer and you just nodded, agreeing but not trusting your voice.

Like he promised, Otis released you. As soon as he let go, you jerked forward away from him, and turned back to him. You were looking at him with fear in your eyes and he couldn’t even blame you, and he couldn’t blame you for running, what else were you supposed to do?

“What...what the fuck, Otis?” was all you managed to say and you were even surprised you were capable of asking that.

“Just come back to the house with me” he didn’t answer and that only worried you more. What was he hiding?

“I’m not going back in there!” you exclaimed, eyes widening slightly. There was no way you were walking back into the house where a dead body was just laying after being killed by your boyfriend.

“Don’t worry the others are cleanin’ up” Otis assured you, or at least attempted too. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted to hear in that moment.

“Cleaning up?” you were in disbelief. “Who was that guy?” you asked.

“I don’t fuckin’ know” Otis scoffed, as if the question was ridiculous.

“Did he...break in or something?” you asked, hoping that there was a better explanation for all of this. Yes, Otis would have still killed someone but maybe you could deal with it if it was in self defence.

Otis knew what you were doing and he knew that he had to decide whether he tells you to truth or not. “No. Baby brought ‘im back” he decided to be honest with you.

“...you’ve done this before” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement. Maybe, deep down, you had known something was wrong. You knew Otis was...strange and morbid and violent with people, maybe you were just in denial, kept pushing away any concerns and ignored what was right in front of you this whole time. All those red flags that you over looked where now overwhelming you.

Otis didn’t respond to that because he didn’t need too. “C’mon” he reached out to take hold of you, to take you back to the house, but you stepped away from him. “Fuck” he muttered to himself, trying to figure out how to approach this, he’s not exactly the most sensitive person.

“Ain’t gonna hurt ya” it was more messed up that you believed him but he had never given you a reason not too before now. He had never hurt you, he had never been violent or aggressive towards you even though you had seen him act that way towards others. “Promise” it was sincere. Damn it.

“You’ve got to explain everything...” you told him. He couldn’t leave you oblivious, he needed to tell you everything that he had been hiding if he ever wanted you to be able to trust him again. Plus, you knew that he wasn’t about to let you leave without making sure you wouldn’t go to police or anything.

Otis agreed to tell you everything as long as you returned to the house with him. You just didn’t expect the grotesque confessions he was about to make. One murder was one thing...but what you were about to learn couldn’t be easily overlooked.

Baby Firefly

All you had wanted was to go to your girlfriend’s house and spend some time with her but instead you found her in the living room of her home, standing over a man with his blood everywhere. Before she noticed you, she had muttered something to the body, before kicking them and laughing a little to himself.

“Baby, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, giving her the benefit of the doubt that she has a good reason or explanation for all of this. She was your girlfriend and you loved her, of course you wanted this to be one big misunderstanding despite the evidence right in front of you. Surely there had to be a reasonable explanation...

“This prick didn’t know how to do as he’s told” she sighed, dropping the knife she had used to kill him.

“Baby...?” you asked, quietly processing the scene. She had definitely killed this man and she didn’t seem to care at all.

“Baby! Did you deal with-” Otis’ voice caught your attention as he came into the room, but he stopped talking when he saw you, realising that you were seeing far too much. “You better fucking deal with that” he ordered his sister, pointing at you.

“I will” Baby rolled her eyes, acting completely unfazed by everything that was happening.

That’s when you realises that this hadn’t been an accident, it wasn’t a case of self defence, both of the siblings were involved in this person’s death and you had to leave. Without even thinking, you spun around and darted for the door.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on” Baby jumped into action quickly, hurrying after you. She caught you just as you reached the door, quickly slamming to shut just as you began to pull it open. “It’s alright, Doll, we ain’t gonna hurt ya” she assured you when you turned to her and she noticed your tears.

You had no idea what to do or say, you were just frozen and staring at her with wide teary eyes.

“It’s all going to be okay, come one, let’s get you outta here” her tone was surprisingly comforting considering the brutality she was able commit only moments before. You knew you could leave, there was nowhere for you to run, you just had to trust that she wouldn’t hurt you.

So, you barely nodded, but Baby placed a hand on your back and guided you to her bedroom. Once you stepped into her room, she closed the door and sat you down on her bed.

“What did you do, Baby?” you asked carefully, finally finding your voice.

“Don’t worry, we ain’t gonna get into trouble” she assured you, as if that was your main concern. You hadn’t even thought about the possibility of her getting arrested for murder, you were still processing the actual crime.

“You killed him...” vocalising it was even worse, Baby had killed somebody. Right in the middle of her living room and now you were sitting in her bedroom with her. God, his blood was still on her...

“Aw I don’t like hidin’ things from ya, I just didn’t want to scare ya” Baby sighed. She didn’t make a move to sit beside you, instead standing in front of you. Probably so that she was between you and the door in case you tried to make a run for it.

“Well, I’m pretty fucking scared now” you nearly scoffed. The tears had stopped rolling down your cheeks but your eyes still felt watery.

“I know, I’m sorry” her apology seemed oddly sincere.

“Can you just explain what is going on?” you pleaded, desperate for some sort of explanation.

“You sure you want that?” she asked, giving you an unsure look.

“You just killed someone!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air as you stood from the bed. She killed someone and now she’s asking if you’re sure you want an explanation. You needed one.

“And look how you’re reacting to that!” she threw her hands up as well, matching your theatrics.

“Baby!” you snapped, needing her to tell you what was going on and stop avoiding the subject.

“Sorry! Okay!” she apologised again, finding herself glad that the two of you could fall into some sort of familiar banter, even with how frightened you were.

Baby agreed to tell you everything and you would soon learn why she had been so reluctant to do so, but she had to be honest because it was obvious to you that something was very wrong in this house.

She didn’t know how you would react but she was sure that it wouldn’t be good. What she did know was that she would be there to comfort and reassure you, no matter how you reacted.

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Everybody Knows It

Pairing: Geralt x original female character, Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): sex work, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, a whole lot of smut Rating: explicit

Summary: When Geralt visits a brothel, he brings Jaskier along to keep him out of trouble, but it ends up being far more of a prize than a punishment.

For @writinglizards. Thank you for pushing me to finally write one of these, I’ve been wanting to for months

It's not that Jaskier's been causing more problems lately, per se, but trouble does seem to find him everywhere these days. It started with an angry husband back in Hagge (the wife he had slept with months prior, but Geralt hardly cared to listen). Then there was the innkeeper whose son Jaskier had slipped away with one night, much to his father's displeasure. Then a blacksmith, a herbalist, a ferrier. All still angry about things that took place days ago or longer. And now on top of all of that, Geralt is angry with him. Angry enough to not let him out of his sight, but also not angry enough to keep him away from the brothel, which seems odd. It's not until they arrive that Jaskier realizes he will be accompanying Geralt and he struggles to see how this is a punishment.

The worker who greets them is stunning, as beautiful as any queen or princess Jaskier has ever known with long red hair flowing down to her waist. She takes them to a room tucked away in the corner and lets them in first, slapping Geralt's ass as he passes. The two of them are very familiar and Jaskier assumes they've seen each other before. He knows it's not easy for Geralt to find a brothel that will take him so once he does find one, and a woman he likes, he must stick to that. Which also explains why he's so grouchy, because it's been months since they've been back in Vizima.

The girl - Katja - guides Jaskier back into a chair at the back of the room and he's immediately turned on by her presence. She's forceful with only the lightest touch and he would pay a hell of a lot to spend the night with her. But he sits where he's put, in perfect view of the bed. He supposes the room is set up that way on purpose, so those who only like to watch can be present without having to participate, but he doesn't know how he's going to survive.

"Are you okay being involved?" she asks and Jaskier's mouth goes dry. For a man whose words are his livelihood, he's certainly short on them today. "Geralt likes being watched and he likes being reminded of it. Sometimes I have another girl come in, but if you're okay with it...?" She lets the sentence trail off and Jaskier nods. She chuckles softly.

"Anything you're not okay with? Touching? Kissing?"

"Anything," he manages, "for Geralt, nothing's too much." She smiles peculiarly at him. It's the same kind of smile he's seen on Eskel or, slightly more irritably, on Lambert which… doesn't make sense.

"And with me?"

"Anything." Katja's smile morphs into one of amused pleasure and she tips forward, bracing herself on his thighs. Her breasts hang in front of his face and he wants to touch, wants to lean forward and kiss her soft skin, but he holds back. They're here for Geralt.

"You'll get your turn," she says sweetly, "I'm not going to leave you wanting." She dips forward, catching his lips in a firm kiss before pulling away.

Katja then turns her attention to Geralt, crossing the room to press up close, and running her hands up his chest. From where he sits, Jaskier can see the way Geralt's eyes widen a little, the way he swallows hard and drops his gaze to meet her eyes. She's only a little shorter, but the fact that she looks up to him and Geralt still submits wholly without being told is something Jaskier didn't need to know. His cock stirs in his trousers and he grips his thighs, shifting to lean back in his seat.

"It's been a while," she hums and Jaskier doesn't hear Geralt's response, but he sees the way his eyelids flutter as she runs her hand down his chest.

Without speaking, Katja turns Geralt around and guides him to the bed, pushing him back until his knees hit the frame. Jaskier watches in wonder as Geralt moves fluidly under her touch, not even a note of hesitation as she presses on his chest and he drops to sit on the edge of the bed. Up until now, Jaskier could never imagine Geralt letting anyone have that kind of power over him, but here's a sex worker from Vizima just smiling prettily at him and pushing him around like some sort of doll. And fuck if that isn't a little hot.

She spreads Geralt's knees apart, pressing down on them as she pushes between and then she's dropping to her knees, hands slipping down the backs of Geralt's calves. He's still fully dressed, but it doesn't seem to bother her any; clearly, Katja knows what she's doing. She reaches up, stroking Geralt through his trousers and even from here, Jaskier can see that he's hard, his cock pushing up obscenely against the rough material. He's always tried to avoid looking directly at Geralt's cock out of respect when they're naked around each other, but he knew he was big and now he can't keep his eyes off of him. Even Katja in her silk and lace - and very little of it - can't keep him from biting his lip at the sight of Geralt's hard prick.

"Oh," she breathers, tipping her head back to look up at Geralt, "you are happy to see me."

"Always," Geralt says and it sends a shiver up Jaskier's spine. She does know what he wants. They've done this before.

"Mm, you spoil me, Geralt." She squeezes him through his trousers and Jaskier can see the way Geralt's expression pinches up, the way his fingers curve a little tighter around the sheets.

He leans back on his hands, watching Katja work and the arousal is already clear in his face. Jaskier hadn't noticed it earlier, so either Geralt really likes her or he's been in need for a while now. The latter causes mixed feelings and Jaskier isn't sure how to deal with them, so he ignores them, pushes them aside and focuses on Katja's hand, pressing more firmly down on Geralt's cock.

She lingers there for some time, working him up to full hardness until his trousers are pulled taut around his impressive erection and Jaskier can barely breathe for the thought of seeing it naked. Then, slowly, she rises to her feet, pressing her hips back in a way that makes Jaskier's cock twitch against his thigh. she runs her hands over Geralt's thighs, right up to his ships and leans in over him.

"Better get you out of these," she says, "don't want you making too much of a mess just yet."

And fuck, the mental image that leaves. Jaskier has been more than respectful, he thinks, considering the discrepancy in times Geralt has barged in on him naked and vice versa, but he has, on occasion, imagined what Geralt would be like when he gets worked up. He puts on a strong face, but Jaskier has always imagined him more docile in bed, giving but needy and the thought of him wet and leaking is too fucking much.

Heat prickles at the back of his neck and Jaskier has to squeeze his leg again to keep from touching himself. He wants to; the thought of getting off watching Geralt fuck someone is unbelievably tempting, but he knows he shouldn't. He hasn't been invited here, he's been brought along only to keep him out of trouble. And getting his cock out when he shouldn't is usually what gets him in trouble.

But he would so happily climb up there, even just to sit behind Geralt and hold him while Katja undresses him. She's got his trousers unbuttoned now, teasing the head of Geralt's cock where it pokes between the flaps. He's still covered by his smalls and Jaskier nearly groans when he catches a glimpse of the dark spot where his cock presses out. He is wet. Fuck.

Katja leans forward, pressing her mouth to the fabric and kissing the covered head. Geralt whines under her and Jaskier can see how he holds his hips down, keeps himself from bucking up against her mouth. He can't imagine having that kind of control over a man like Geralt, and without even having to say a word, he just knows. She doesn't torment him for long, though, tugging his smalls down with his trousers and Jaskier can't focus on anything but Geralt's cock as it bounces free, bobbing between his body and the mattress.

He bites down on his bottom lip and tries to tear his gaze away, but Geralt is huge and hard and Jaskier would almost risk the consequences to cross the room and get his mouth on him right now. But Katja beats him to it. She ducks her head and Jaskier can't see past Geralt's thigh - not that the view is one to complain about - but whatever she's doing, Geralt is thoroughly enjoying.

His fingers clench in the sheets and his eyes drop shut and he's so fucking sexy it's unreal. Jaskier quickly shucks off his doublet, dropping it to the floor because it's much too hot for it now. He watches Geralt's face, watches the little shifts in his expression as Katja slips from the base up to the head, suckling just at the very tip until Geraly is moaning outright, any hesitation long forgotten. He sounds beautiful like this, so lost in pleasure already that he's either forgotten about Jaskier or just doesn't care anymore. The latter, he suspects, because Geralt is always aware of his surroundings.

Katja gets a hand around him, stroking firmly but slowly, though she refuses to take any more of him into her mouth. Initially, Jaskier thinks it's because she's unable to - and who could blame her? - but he realizes, as she teases sinking lower, that she wants Geralt to ask for it.

Something about it shoots hot and true, straight through Jaskier because Geralt doesn't ask for things for himself. He's practically incapable of it. But he moans loudly and Katja squeezes him hard and he drops his chin to his chest with a mumbled please.

"Please what?"

"Suck me," he moans, "fuck, Kat, please."

"Mm, you are hard up aren't you? You need it that badly?"

"Yes, fuck."

"How badly."

"Fuck," Geralt groans again, "so badly. 'S been too long."

"How long? When was the last time you touched yourself?"

For the briefest moment, Geralt's eyes flick over to Jaskier and Jaskier feels like he can't breathe. Not forgotten about, then.

"Couple weeks ago."

"That is a long time. Why don't you tell me about it?" Geralt groans and Katja hums in amusement. "Tell me about touching yourself and I'll let you come in my mouth."

There's a strangled moan that follows, but Jaskier is unsure if it comes from him or from Geralt. It goes unacknowledged, but Geralt shifts uncomfortably.

"We were in Cintra, visiting a friend."

"You and Jaskier?" Katja asks, turning to smile slyly at him. Geralt nods. "Go on."

"Jask was performing, I- I told him I was going to lie down. The business of cities is too much sometimes and I told him I needed to rest but-"

Jaskier holds his breath, afraid to miss a single word. He remembers this, remembers Geralt acting strangely before the banquet, but he never pressed as to what was wrong.

"But?" Katja prompts and Jaskier would die for her.

"I was so fucking horny. I'd been hard half the ride there, thinking about-'' he cuts himself off and switches tracks. "Needed to get off and I wasn't going to find anyone to fuck in Cintra, so I ha to do it myself."

"A shame, my sweet, I would have loved to ride this pretty prick for you. But, you're missing some very important details." She slips her fingers up the length of his cock, pressing the tip of one into the slit and Geralt whines. "What made you so horny that day? What were you thinking about that got you hard?"

"Fucker wouldn't stop playing," Geralt mumbles, so soft that Jaskier nearly misses it over the blood rushing in his ears. "Couldn't stop thinking about his fingers, how they'd feel on my cock or-"

"Go on."

"-inside me."

"Oh, I bet they'd feel delightful, my pet. Continue. How did it feel before you arrived? Bet you were wet, weren't you?" Geralt nods weakly.

"Godsdamn nearly come in my trousers with the saddle pressing against my prick."

"Did you like that? Like the thought of Jaskier right next to you, oblivious to how fucking hard you were because of him? I bet you did, didn't you? You wanted to come." Katja leans up close, pressing against his cock and whispering in his ear. Jaskier is too far to hear what she's saying, but Geralt whimpers at it, hips shaking with the effort to keep them still.

It doesn't matter what she says because Geralt's reaction is enough and Jaskier's already reeling from the confession. He is very good with his hands and if he'd known Geralt wanted a demonstration, he would have been more than happy to oblige. Still would be at any given time.

"Tell me the rest, tell me about getting your hands on your cock and I'll suck it."

"Couldn't wait," he mumbles, "barely got out of the main hall before pulling it out."

"Anyone could have seen you," Katja grins, "Jaskier could have seen you."

"Didn't care. Needed to come so badly."

"Did you think about him while you pleasured yourself?"

"Mm," Geralt admits and Jaskier's mind breaks a little. Geralt thought about him with his hand on his prick. "Hard not to. Could hear him from the other room."

"Oh, and I bet you liked that, didn't you? Tell me Geralt, did you get wet for him? Did you even need slick or did you just jerk off right there in the hall?" Geralt whines again, dropping his head forward and Katja nips at his jaw.

"I did. Couldn't help it."

"Mm, I bet that was a pretty sight to see. A lot of people would be delighted to find you on your knees with your cock in your hand. Bet Jaskier would be delighted to see that, hm?" she turns to him for a moment, a sly smile on her face, and then- "but a promise is a promise-" without another word, Katja drops, taking half of Geralt's cock into her mouth without hesitation.

This time, he does buck forward and Katja doesn't even try to stop him. She lets him fuck into her mouth until she's nearly taken all of him and then stops and presses his hips down. Geralt shudders and she just holds him there as she pulls back, painfully slowly even for Jaskier who is only watching.

His own cock throbs now, precome gathering at the head, but he doesn't dare touch himself. As soon as Geralt is done, he's going to find the first willing person and spend the rest of the night in bed with them. He'd prefer to find someone with a cock he can suck, but he's not picky.

He can feel the need from Geralt's story, knows what it's like to watch someone all day and not be able to touch, to want so fucking badly you can't stand it any longer. The irony that Geralt was thinking the same about him is too much because Jaskier has jerked off in bed more times than he can count, imagining sliding into Geralt's body or climbing onto him to ride that magnificent cock. He aches for it and the more he focuses on Geralt and Katja, the more desperate he becomes.

Which is ridiculous seeing as they've been here maybe twenty minutes, but Jaskier's cock throbs in his trousers and he's not sure he'll make it to the end of this without making a mess of himself. But Katja is so controlled, so assured in all her movements and Geralt already looks like he's about to split apart at the seams, how is he supposed to cope with that? When he watches her sinking further onto Geralt's cock and he's not sure which one of them he wants to switch places with.

Because he'd give anything for the chance to suck Geralt's cock, but the way Katja moves, the way she glances repeatedly up at Geralt with just the tip of his cock between her lips, Jaskier knows he'd be fucking ruined by her. She presses further between Geralt's legs, resting her arms on the bed on either side of him and she presses his fingers into his ass, pulling him forward.

Geralt shudders and Jaskier can see the way his hips twitch before he lets out a stuttered, breathy moan. He stills abruptly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he rolls his head back. Jaskier realizes abruptly, that he's coming and that's- fuck, that's hot. Jaskier squeezes his thighs together, shifting for any sort of friction on his cock. He whimpers and leans back in his chair, forcing his legs apart and balling his hands into fists.

He wants so badly to touch, even just the faintest press against his cock would be incredible right now. But that's not what he's here for. Across the room, Katja is pulling off Geralt's cock and climbing up into his lap. She hovers just above him, the silk of her panties just a fraction of an inch from Geralt's still-hard cock. And Jaskier doesn't know how he can withstand the temptation because he can barely stand it, just watching.

She rocks her hips as she presses Geralt down against the bed, and Jaskier can no longer see Geralt's face but he can't imagine the frustration. Or maybe it's only because he wants to come to fucking badly. Katja unbuttons his shirt slowly, dragging her fingertips along Geralt's skin as she pushes the shirt up over his head. And when Geralt's fully naked, she drags her fingers down his cheek and Geralt cranes his head up, wrapping his lips around the finger that catches on his mouth.

Katja pulls her finger out, running it along his bottom lip and Jaskier watches, enthralled.

"You want something to do with your mouth?" she asks and Jaskier isn't sure whether it's himself or Geralt that moans in response.

Katja doesn't wait for a more coherent answer before climbing up so she's straddling Geralt's face. She turns, pulling her panties to the side, and lowers herself onto Geralt's mouth. Instantly, his hands come up, gipping around her thighs as she rocks forward with a soft sigh. While Geralt is occupied, she turns her attention back to Jaskier.

"You like watching?" she asks and Jaskier nods. "Good. He likes it, too." She turns her attention from him and slides a hand down Geralt's stomach, teasing the head of his cock with her fingertips. "We have a captive audience, my pet, why don't you show him how good you can be?"

She presses her palm to the underside of Geralt's cock, running it firmly down the length of him until her fingertips press into his sac. Geralt gives a little gasp and she presses harder, moving further to cup his balls. She gives a firm squeeze that has Jaskier pressing his legs together, but Geralt's groan of pleasure is loud enough that Jaskier hears it across the room, muffled as it is, and sees the effects of it on Katja's face. Her soft little moans send a shiver down Jaskier's spine and he can't help but think about what Geralt is doing to elicit those sounds.

Realistically, he knows Geralt has to be good in bed; he doesn't get a lot of sex outside of what he pays for, but the brothels who take him are welcoming and the girls are always delighted to see him again. It's not something he's thought much about before, but now every meeting with a sex worker has been very good and very enthusiastic. Fuck, Geralt must be incredible if sex workers are all but throwing themselves at him.

Jaskier's cock twitches in his trousers and he instinctively presses his palm against it, relieving the ache a little, but increasing his want tenfold. Fuck, if he could just get a little closer he could see, but Katja put him here and he's staying put unless told otherwise.

Geralt's legs spread wider, catching his attention again and Jaskier looks over to find Katja with his balls in her hand, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers. Groans and shifts and his cock jerks where it lies neglected against his stomach. Jaskier wants to touch him, to suck him off while Katja plays with him and he groans softly, squeezing his knees to keep control.

"You like his cock?" Katja asks and Jaskier meets her eyes but can't make his voice work. She dips down, flicking her tongue at the head of Geralt's cock and Jaskier whimpers. She drags her tongue along his skin, slipping under the foreskin and pulling at it gently with her teeth. Geralt's hips jump into the touch and Jaskier is fascinated and overwhelmed by the things he's learning about Geralt tonight.

"You wanna suck it, don't you?" Jaskier whines again and Katja smiles sweetly at him. "Maybe later, darling." She winks at him as she wraps her mouth around Geralt's cockhead and sinks down in one swift motion and it's a miracle that Jaskier doesn't come in his trousers right there and then.

Geralt's reaction is strong. He holds Katja's thighs so tightly Jaskier can see where the skin pales at the pressure and she moans around him, somehow remarkably steady despite her desperate moans still muffled by Geralt's cock in her mouth. Jaskier slumps in his seat, legs spreading wide and he rocks his hips against the fabric of his trousers, desperate for any touch. It's not enough, not that he actually wants to get off like this; he wants to come so fucking badly, but he wants a hand around his prick at least when he does.

But gods if it isn't tempting to just watch them, to jerk off looking at them. They're both so fucking gorgeous Jaskier doesn't know what to do with himself and he might actually die if he wound up between the two of them. But fuck, the thought of Geralt's hands on him, tangled in his hair while Jaskier sucks him off- he whines and digs his fingers into the silk of his trousers, forcing his head back to look at the ceiling. He shuts his eyes, focuses his breathing and then-

There's a loud groan and a harsh oh fuck, and Jaskier's eyes snap back to them to find Geralt shaking through a second orgasm. He shakes and shudders, but he doesn't let up where he's still buried in Katja's cunt. Even after she pulls off of his cock, Geralt's still moaning into her, pulling her hips down against him. And it's clear on her face when she looks up at Jaskier, the pure bliss of it, and then just as Jaskier thinks she's about to come, she climbs off of him.

Jaskier is relieved when she slips off the bed, but she pushes Geralt's knees together and when she leans over him, Jaskier can see the slick running down her thighs. He wants to crawl over and lick it up or finish the job Geralt started and make her come on his tongue.

She says something to Geralt that Jaskier doesn't catch, but then Geralt's shifting up the bed and Katja picks up his clothes and drapes them over the headboard. Geralt lies with his head on the pillow and his hands wrapped around each post of the headboard. It's not until Katja produces a length of rope that Jaskier realizes what she's doing and he groans at the implications.

Katja climbs up over Geralt, straddling his face and hovering just above his mouth. Geralt squirms and bites his lip, eyes focused on her cunt, but he doesn't move, doesn't make an attempt to lick or touch because he hasn't been told to. And that's so fucking sexy Jaskier can barely handle it. She gets his wrists tied and slides down his body in much the same way, touching him as little as possible until they settle between his knees, pushing his legs apart.

She squeezes his thighs, rubbing right up to the join of his hips and then pulls one hand away, trailing down below his balls and Jaskier doesn't need to see it to know what she's doing. Geralt whimpers and gasps and for a moment he's tense before settling against the mattress again with a soft sigh. She works into him quickly and Geralt moans and jerks, fingers clenched tightly around the headboard.

"You like that, don't you Geralt? Like having something inside you?"

"Yes," Geralt groans.

"Tell me, Geralt, do you want my cock?"

"Please. I want it- want you to fuck me-"

"Oh, I will, handsome. I'll fuck you so good they'll hear you down the road." Katja leans down, kissing Geralt's cock. He's hard again, dribbling constantly against his hip and Jaskier can practically taste the saltiness of it against his tongue.

But Katja slows down, pressing another finger into him and thrusting slower now. Jaskier watches and whimpers and his cock throbs with need. If Geralt likes having something in his ass so much, Jaskier would be more than happy to assist.

Katja is thorough and Geralt is nearly whimpering before she even acknowledges his cock. She dips down, licking a stripe up the full length of it before ramming into him hard and straightening up again.

"You want to get fucked properly, don't you?" Geralt whimpers but doesn't respond. "Want a nice thick cock up your ass, fucking you hard? How about your friend, hm? You want Jaskier to fuck you? He's got a nice prick, I'd bet." She spares a glance in Jaskier's direction before leaning up over Geralt, fingers still working into him.

"Nice and thick," she hums, nosing under Geralt's jaw. She leans on her elbow, turning his head toward Jaskier. "Can almost see it through his trousers, he's so fucking hard. Look at him, Geralt, don't you want his cock?"

"Yes," Geralt whimpers and Jaskier's head spins. He'd give it to him in an instant, though right now he wouldn't last long enough to fuck him properly.

"I bet, my darling," she leans in, whispering something in Geralt's ear and when she pulls back she's grinning widely. "In the meantime," she continues, "I have an idea."

She slips from the bed, swaying her hips as she crosses the room and Jaskier knows it has to be intentional, no one looks that enticing accidentally. She bends low, showing off her ass and thighs as she digs through a drawer in the dresser and Jaskier bites the inside of his lip to keep from thinking about what he'd like to do to her. How good her thick thighs would feel around his cock, or how her skin would feel under his hands. His cock jerks again and he groans out loud, he's never going to survive this. He tips his head back, staring at the ceiling to gain back a little control over his body. Already, he feels like he's one wrong move away from coming in his trousers and no one has touched him.

But Katja is stunning and Geralt is, well, Geralt and watching him bend to her, soft and docile is something Jaskier had only imagined in his wildest fantasies before. Being able to see him like this for himself is… overwhelming. If he thinks about it too much, it feels like crossing some sort of invisible boundary, like this is pushing them one step closer to something. But thinking about it makes Jaskier hopeful and he knows where he stands with Geralt, even if some of the things he's admitted to tonight came as a surprise.

When he's calm enough to watch again, Katja is sitting between Geralt's thighs again, slicking her hands and stroking him slowly. Geralt is nearly silent, his mouth open in a silent gasp and fingers clenched tightly around the bedpost. He's fucking incredible and Jaskier wants so badly to climb up onto that bed with them and touch him everywhere.

"Ready?" Katja asks and Geralt lets out a needy sound that only vaguely resembles a yes. Katja laughs softly and leans down to hiss his stomach and when she does, Jaskier realizes oil wasn't the only thing she was retrieving from the drawer. She's got a dildo in her hand, thick and long and delicately carved. He groans at the realization that she's going to fuck Geralt with it and his hands tighten where they're still clenched in his trouser legs.

"Shh," she whispers, and Jaskier's eyes snap up to where she's got the toy pressed up against Geralt's ass.

He can't see everything, but he can tell when she breaches him because Geralt's legs spread wider and he rolls his head back against the pillow. Gods, who knew he was so enthusiastic about taking a dick? If Jaskier had known he'd have made his offers more serious. Not that he suspects Geralt would have been amenable. Now though, he's not so sure.

Because Katja pushes into him and Geralt moans so sweetly, unabashedly rocking his hips to get the toy deeper, and Katja just lets him. She makes no attempt to stop him, pushing steadily as Geralt does all the work for her. And Jaskier can't keep his eyes off of them. He's so fucking turned on he can hardly stand it and here's Geralt with a fake dick up his ass after specifically stating he wanted his. And Jaskier is more than willing to give it to him.

His cock jumps as Geralt shudders and Jaskier realizes with a start that he's been staring and now Geralt is staring back at him. A wave of heat rolls up his back and his cock throbs, but he doesn't dare touch himself because he knows with Geralt looking at him like that, any touch is going to set him off. And, in theory, he has a reputation to uphold.

But the thought of jerking off while Geralt watches him is… enticing and he thinks about it far too much. Geralt's eyes pinch shut and he lets out a low whine and Jaskier's eyes slip down his body to where Katja is fucking him in earnest now. She's bent over him, nipping at his stomach and she thrust the toy into him and Jaskier lets out a breathy fuck as Geralt arches right off the bed. She glances over at him and Jaskier just chews his lip when she grins.

"Tell him how it feels, Geralt."

"'S good," he mumbles, "feels so fucking good." Geralt's eyes meet his again and Jaskier can feel the desperation in his stare, can see it in the flutter of his lashes.

"Come like this and I'll fuck you properly," she promises, flicking her tongue at the head of his cock. Geralt groans and rolls his head back again. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

"How badly do you want it?"

"Fuck," Geralt mumbles, "so bad, please- I wanna come on your cock."

Jaskier pitches forward in his seat, pressing the heel of his hand into his crotch. He can't take much more of this. Evidently, Katja notices.

"How are we doing, bard? Do you like watching him?"

"Yes," Jaskier rasps, "and you."

"Mm, I bet you do. How close are you?"

"Very," he mumbles, avoiding Geralt's eyes. "I can't-"

"I know. I can see you squirming over there. You can hold on a little longer, I think."

"Please-" Jaskier whines, but Katja just gives him a look.

"If you come before Geralt, I'll make you sit in the hall so everyone can see just how much you like to watch." It's supposed to be a threat, but Jaskier's prick jerks at the thought of being left outside so everyone can see him like this. The primary flaw in letting this happen, of course, is that he'd no longer be able to watch and that would be truly cruel.

He mumbles an agreement and shoves his hands under his thighs. It doesn't help the near-constant throb of need, but it stops his hands from moving without his permission. He doesn't have long to wait though because he's barely sat himself down again when Katja's thrusting into Geralt again, keeping her pace quick and hard.

Geralt writhes in the sheets, pleading with her to let him come and then, abruptly, she reaches up, wrapping a hand around his cock, and Geralt comes before she can even reach the tip. He bucks hard into her hand, lifting right off the bed and splattering himself with come. Jaskier is so enthralled, so caught up in the moment that he almost forgets his deal and has to sit back on his hands before he can touch himself.

She gives him a look and evidently the pained look of need on his face is enough to assure her he hasn't come yet and he shifts back leaning on her hands. Geralt, on the other hand, slumps against the bed, eyes shut and chest heaving. He's so beautiful like this that it feels almost wrong to be so turned on by him, but Jaskier has never been good at feeling the right things when it comes to Geralt.

But it doesn't last long and when Geralt's eyes open again, they go wide as he looks down between his legs. Jaskier follows his gaze as he stares down between his legs. Katja's got the toy in a harness now, strapped around her hips and she's pressing forward into him. She looks over at Jaskier as she sinks fully into him and Jask forgets to breathe for a moment.

She's stunning, so fucking sexy wrapped up in satin and lace, but Jaskier wants that to be him. He wants to be the one pushing his cock into Geralt, the one whose body Geralt's legs wrap around. Fuck, he's been able to deal with the longing and the ache in his chest when Geralt slips off to visit the brothel or before, when he used to visit Yen, but this is so much more than that. So overwhelming he doesn't know how he can stand it, just watching Geralt and not being able to touch him.

He wants to bury himself in him and stay there forever. He wants to make Geralt come again and again and he wants to be the one with him after, to wipe away the sweat and come and pull him into his arms and fuck, he should not be getting this emotional watching Geralt get fucked, but the only other option is to give in to his arousal and he can't do that yet.

But he'd be so good for him, give him everything he wants. He clenches his eyes shut and when he looks back, Geralt's watching him again, fingers flexing around the bed frame, and Jaskier very nearly goes over there.

"You want to touch don't you?" Katja hums.

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Both of you," Geralt whines, "please."

"You can touch me soon enough, pet. You'll have to ask Jaskier later."

Geralt groans loudly, a wild, petulant sound, and Jaskier is hit with the realization that Geralt really wants to touch him, and he can't help but wonder if he's been holding back, too.

"You can," Jaskier whispers, casting a glance at Katja before continuing. She gives a smug little smile and thrusts deep, forcing another groan from Geralt's lips. "Any time you want. Any way you want. You can touch me." His voice is rough and breathy and Geralt just looks at him pleadingly.

"Not yet," Katja says, "you set the rules, pet."

Another petulant groan and Jaskier wants so badly to know about the rules that Geralt made that he can't contain himself. In his defense, all of his self-restraint is being otherwise used.

"What are the rules?"

"He's not allowed to touch unless I tell him he can. And as long as you're amenable."

"Oh." Jaskier's cock jerks hard and he knows he won't be able to control himself much longer. He's so fucking close to coming he has to stop himself from thinking about it in case he slips over the edge.

"Mm, indeed."

Geralt squirms under her, twisting in his bonds and arching up off the bed. He mumbles quiet words that Jaskier can't catch, but judging by Katja's responses, he's asking to come. Jaskier's blood rushes at the absolute obedience and can't keep it together. He's slipping, his cock jerking hard against his thigh, but he's so caught up in Geralt's expression and the way his fingers twist and clench that he's barely aware of his own body.

"Fuck," he whispers, "you look so good like this, wish I could-"

"Jask-" Geralt gasps, low and broken.

The sound sends a jolt through him and Jaskier's cock pulses against his thigh and he's coming, hot and sticky, in his trousers. Wave after wave crashes over him and he can't even think, he just watches as Geralt writhes and jerks and comes all over himself. Jaskier keeps his eyes on him, even as his own orgasm lingers, and Geralt blinks softly at him before shutting his eyes and rolling his head back.

When he finally comes down, Jaskier slumps against his chair. His trousers are uncomfortably wet, but he feels amazing, stuck somewhere between amazement and disbelief. He doesn't even remember the agreement with Katja until she hums at him.

Jaskier reluctantly turns to look at her and she's still rocking forward lightly, one hand in the join of Geralt's hip, curled around the base of his cock. She's stroking slowly and she looks over at Jaskier, shaking her head.

"You're lucky bard, that was almost you out of the room." He gives her a weak, hopeful smile and she laughs. "You're fine, Jaskier, but it was close." She flashes a smug smile and returns her attention to Geralt, smoothing both hands up his stomach and chest.

Jaskier watches, transfixed, as Geralt's cock swells under the touch. He's come for times already, but when Katja plays with his nipples, he squirms and rocks back against her.

"Uh uh," she says, "if you want to come again, you're going to have to work for it, my dear." Geralt groans but Katja just chuckles softly at him, leaning down to press her lips to the underside of his cock. "I can only keep up with you for so long, honey, and look at you-" she runs a hand under his cock, lifting it and wrapping her fingers around him, "-you're already getting hard again."

She drops his cock and thrusts a little harder, jolting Geralt as the toy sinks into him. Jaskier is fascinated. He knows about Geralt's enhancements and he knows the potions can make him go for hours without rest of any sort, but he didn't realize that translated to sex as well. He can't help but wonder how long Geralt could go on for with a partner who could keep up and Katja is doing an excellent job at it, not faltering in the slightest, but Geralt is so ready to just keep going and Jaskier would give anything to be the one to test it.

His own cock is soft now, but when Katja pulls out and crawls up over Geralt again, it gives a twitch of interest. She unwinds the rope from Geralt's wrists and the bedposts, running her hand down his arms and further down his sides to settle on his hips. As Geralt shifts, she settles in his place, rolling onto her back and looking up at him.

"Come on up here, big boy," she grins at him and Geralt rises up on his knees, shifting up to straddle her hips. "Mmm, no darling, don't you think Jaskier deserves a show? Turn around, Geralt, let's let him watch."

Geralt is remarkably enthusiastic about it, quickly adjusting himself so he's facing Jaskier where he's still slumped in his seat. Jaskier keeps his eyes on him as Geralt settles and then sits back on the toy. He takes it easily, settling quickly and shifting impatiently as Katja gets her hands on his hips, holding him steady. She waits for a minute, then slides her hands down his thighs and to the bed.

"Fuck me, darling, show Jaskier how badly you want him." Geralt groans and Katja slips her hands up his back. "You do want him, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Show him."

Geralt rises up a little, letting the cock nearly slip out of him before dropping back on it again. Katja encourages him and Jaskier keeps his eyes on him, wondering if this is how enthusiastic Geralt is any time he rides a dick. He rocks his hips and moans loudly, his inhibitions long forgotten as his cock bobs between his legs. He leans back, resting on his hands, and Katja gets her hands on his chest, slipping up to play with his nipples and Geralt pushes into the touch as he grinds back hard on the dildo.

"Mmm, you like that don't you, darling? Like being in control of that cock inside you?" Geralt whimpers and Katja pinches a nipple. "Tell me, Geralt."

"Yeah," he breathes, "feels good, nice and thick." Jaskier nearly chokes and his cock gives another twitch.

"Mm and you love it, don't you? Love that thick cock filling you up. Tell us, Geralt, whose cock are you riding?"

"Jaskier's," he gasps and there isn't a note of hesitation. Jaskier just stares for a moment before he remembers how to breathe again. Katja eyes him conspiratorially and slips her hands to Geralt's hips, squeezing gently.

"And why Jaskier?"

"Need it," Geralt huffs, gasping for breath as his hips rock a little quicker. "'S all I can think about." It's obvious that Geralt gets off on this, on talking about what he's doing.

"Yeah? And why's that?"

"Want him. Want him to touch me." His eyes flash open and he turns back, still rocking himself back onto the dildo as he looks pleadingly at Katja. "Can he?" he asks, "please let him touch me, he's right there, he's so close."

"Oh my pet, he is so very close, isn't he? And you already made him come tonight, but I think you can hold on a little longer."

"Don't want to- want him, Kat please."

"Shh, darling. You'll just have to be patient. Tell me what you want from him."

"Want him to fuck me."

"Yes, we know that."

"Want his cock, want to feel it, wanna taste it." Jaskier groans out loud and Geralt's eyes snap back to him as though he'd forgotten he was there. And Jaskier's skin burns hot under his gaze.

"Tell me?" he whispers, "whatever it is, you can have it, love-"

"After," Katja reminds him and Jaskier is quick to amend.

"After."

"Wanna come," Geralt whimpers, "Kat, 'm close-"

"Don't tell me," she whispers, "tell Jaskier."

"Can I?" he asks, directing his attention to him and Jaskier nearly chokes.

"A little longer, love. Show me how much you like my cock."

Geralt groans but rocks his hips hard, slamming himself down on the dildo and clenching his fingers in the sheets. Sweat rolls down his chest and Jaskier wants to climb up onto the bed and lick it away. He wants to climb up into Geralt's lap and jerk him off, make him come hard with that cock up his ass. He groans and presses a hand to his crotch where his cock is slowly filling again.

"Jask," Geralt rasps, "I dunno if I can hold on. Please, wanna come, please-"

"Yeah, fuck Geralt okay. Come for me, love, let me see you."

Geralt gives another couple of thrusts, hips jerking forward into nothingness as he spills over his hip. There's not much come this time, but he continues to twitch as he drops back against Katja's chest. She rocks up into him, fingers trailing along his skin as she hums against his ear.

"You wanna go again?" Geralt pulls off the toy and flops onto his side, smiling softly, almost sheepishly, at her. "I know you do, pet, come here."

She wraps her arms around him, drawing him in and kissing him softly. Jaskier fights back a surge of jealousy and Geralt turns back to look at him for a moment before Katja guides him back to her.

"Touch me," she breathes, leaning in to kiss him. "I wanna ride you next but you gotta work for it."

She gets her arms around his waist, rolling onto her back and pulling Geralt halfway on top of her. He gets a leg between her thighs and when he shifts, Jaskier imagines him rubbing against her thigh. He ducks his head, kissing her shoulder and moving down to her breasts, nipping and sucking at the flesh until he finally gets his mouth around her nipple. A loud moan breaks the stillness and Jaskier realizes with a start that it's Katja moaning and she lifts her leg, pressing against Geralt's cock.

He touches her so softly that Jaskier aches and for the first time he feels like he's interrupting something, that he shouldn't be witness to this. Because Geralt is so soft and he wants that softness for himself. He watches Geralt's hands brush along her skin, how confident he is given the opportunity, and fuck that tugs at something in him that he's been forcibly ignoring for too long, now.

Katja moans again and Jaskier watches the way she moves under him, clearly enjoying the way Geralt touches her. He wants to know that pleasure, to have Geralt's hands on him, his mouth on him and he whines softly as his cock twitches. He's overwhelmed by it, desperate for any little touch, even brief, but Katja moves again, pressing Geralt onto his back, and it distracts him momentarily, from the burning need in his chest.

She wastes no time climbing up onto him and the moment of distraction stretches as she turns away from him, stroking his cock with both hands before shifting to push it inside of her. She gasps and Geralt groans, hands coming up to her hips, and Jaskier is so preoccupied with the sight of his cock slipping in and out of her to think of anything else. She keeps her legs spread wide, clearly inviting him to watch and he couldn't look away if he tried.

Apart from being gorgeous, Katja has more control over Geralt's cock than most men he's been with and she's stunning to watch, especially when Geralt is already mumbling weakly beneath her. He holds his hips still, but Jaskier catches the twitch of them out of the corner of his eyes and Geralt's fingers speak of his desperation, clinging to her hips and thighs or the blankets beneath them.

Jaskier whimpers to watch them. He's held out for so fucking long, he doesn't even know how to cope any longer. He wants to come again, his prick swollen and twitching in his already ruined trousers. He barely resists touching himself, but then Katja looks over at him with a wide smile.

"How are you holding up?"

Jaskier just whines because he doesn't trust his voice right now, doesn't trust himself not to say how badly he wants to fuck Geralt, or worse, how he feels about him.

"What do you want, pet? Tell me."

"Wanna lick you." It's not a lie, he does, but he also wants to fuck, to be fucked, to touch.

"Mm, come up here then, let's see what that famous tongue can do."

He's hesitant, but he doesn't show it, rising up from his seat and striding across the room. He climbs up onto the bed and leans down, flicking his eyes up to confirm he's allowed. Katja presses a hand to his head and leans back.

Fuck, she smells incredible, and with every shift, Jaskier catches sight of Geralt's cock fucking into her. He does his best to ignore it, focusing on Katja instead.

He starts small, kissing the space between her thighs and her cunt and she laughs softly when she realizes what he's doing, but she doesn't stop him. He moves around, kissing everywhere he can reach before finally pressing a soft kiss to her cunt. He flicks his tongue out, slipping between her folds and his cock throbs beneath him, brutally reminded of how hard he already is again, how badly he'd like to sit up and press into her.

And fuck, if that isn't a thought. Geralt's cock slipping against his own as they work to bring her off together. He wants that. Fuck, he wants it so fucking badly, but instead, he puts all of his want and desire into eating her out. And the reaction is worth it, the way her fingers clench in his hair and the way she moans above him, telling him to keep on with it.

"Mm, right there," she breathes and Jaskier curls his tongue around her clit, sucking hard and delighting in the sounds that spill from her lips. "Fuck, Jaskier they weren't kidding when they said you had a talented tongue." He flicks his eyes up to look at her and she hauls him up into a rough kiss, before pushing him back down again and Jaskier is more than happy to prove himself.

"Fuck," she breathes, "that's it, darling. Gods, Geralt your boy really has a fucking mouth on him." Geralt huffs a laugh and his fingertips brush against Jaskier's. "Bet you'd love to get that mouth on your cock, hm? And you," she adds, slipping her fingers through Jaskier's hair, "ah- you too, I bet." Jaskier just moans against her, sucking at the folds of skin and flicking her clit with his tongue.

"Make me come and you can suck him off, Jaskier."

He can barely think beyond the thought of Geralt's cock in his mouth and when Katja moves abruptly, he can feel Geralt's cock slide against his tongue and it's already overwhelming. He wants to taste him so badly he aches and he doubles down in his efforts, sliding a hand up her thigh and, when she doesn't protest or push him away, travelling further up her chest.

He plays with her nipples and eats her out and before long she's jerking hard against him, pressing down on Geralt's cock and grinding between the two of them. Until now, she's been cool and collected, as though entirely unaffected by anything happening around her, but she squirms now and Jaskier can't keep his eyes off her.

Jaskier can feel when she gets close, the way she shifts and the way Geralt groans as she clenches around him. And then, abruptly, she's coming, tugging Jaskier's hair and pulling his head in close to rock against him. Around him, Geralt pulls his knees up, bracing himself as he rolls his hips and Jaskier realizes belatedly that Geralt's coming too.

Katja shudders and leans back against Geralt's chest, tilting to kiss his cheek.

"You've been so good tonight, Geralt, I think you deserve a little treat." He mumbles something, but Jaskier is only half-aware of what it is and then Katja laughs softly. She pushes herself up and climbs off of Geralt, sliding off the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he says, gesturing for Jaskier to come closer. He shifts up onto the bed and she moves to the side, giving him space to settle between Geralt's legs. "I'm gonna go have a nap now," she grins, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth, "take care of him for me?"

Jaskier's breath catches and his heart beats too quickly in his chest, almost painfully. But Katja is already leaning down to kiss Geralt again, climbing over him and slipping off the bed.

"Have fun boys," she hums and then she's gone, shutting the door behind her and Jaskier is left feeling remarkably out of his depth.

He bites his lips and looks down at Geralt, laid out for him and still breathing heavily. His eyes are dark and lidded and he looks so damn beautiful Jaskier can barely breathe.

"Do you want-?" is as far as he gets before Geralt is sitting up and reaching out to him.

"Yes," he says quickly. One hand cups Jaskier's jaw as the other arm slips around the back of his neck and then he's being pulled down and kissed hard despite Geralt's stiff and sluggish movements.

He can barely think but to kiss him, pressing against his chest and humming into his mouth. He's thought about this so many times and yet in all the years he's considered it, he barely thought it would ever happen, much less that Geralt would be the one to initiate it. But he holds him closer, keeping Jaskier against his chest as he presses against him, arching off the bed just to get closer.

Jaskier quickly unbuttons his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside as Geralt's little movements get stronger, his hips a little more demanding where they press against his own. And Jaskier could cry for the pleasure of it all. He's been hard for so long, not even touching himself, and now Geralt's rutting against him, fully hard and clearly wanting and Jaskier doesn't know what to do with himself. But as Geralt deepens the kiss again, he realizes it doesn't matter.

This is Geralt and he and Geralt always find a way to make things work.

So he grinds down a little more firmly with the next roll and Geralt moans into his mouth, a slight whine to his voice. His trousers must be rough against his bare prick after coming so many times already, but Geralt makes no attempt to let him go, apparently happy enough to just kiss him. And Jaskier could live the rest of his life in this bed wrapped around Geralt.

Geralt makes a soft little sound, blinking softly at him and Jaskier pulls away, just a little.

"Tired, love?"

"I want you." Jaskier's heart clenches and all the poems and songs in the world don't have the words to tell Geralt how much he adores him right now.

"I know, darling, but let me alright? You've already done so well tonight, my love, let me take over." Jaskier shuffles up close, fitting himself between Geralt's thighs and sliding his hands up his sides.

He bends to kiss him, dragging his lips against Geralt's skin and savouring the saltiness of it on his tongue. His own desire becomes secondary to Geralt's, to exploring his body and discovering the most sensitive parts of him. And Geralt is happy to be explored, humming and sighing and moaning softly under God's hands and mouth.

He's beautiful like this, so soft and docile, but Jaskier's cock bumps against Geralt's every time he leans forward and soon the fiction is too much to ignore. He rocks forward, hands planted on either side of Geralt's chest as he grinds against him, panting and moaning against Geralt's skin.

Then there are hands on his hips and sliding along his waistband to the front. Geralt gets him out of his trousers with little effort and shoves them down and out of the way so he can get a hand around him. He strokes them together and Jaskier rocks into the touch with a moan, leaning up to meet Geralt in a kiss.

Geralt's hands are calloused but Gentle and Jaskier delights in the roughness around his cock, even as sensitive as he is. His hips jump with it, but Geralt keeps a hand on his back, soothing and settling. Even so, Jaskier isn't going to last long, so when he breaks the kiss, he moves down to nip at Geralt's jaw and kiss his way down his neck and chest.

He pauses briefly in his travels to nose at Geralt's nipples and the sound he gets in response is so desperate and needy Jaskier barely keeps himself from reaching down and jerking him off right like that. But he still wants to get his mouth on him and he knows he can make Geralt come like that, so he pulls off his nipple, ignoring Geralt's protests and shuffles down the bed so he's hovering above his cock.

Jaskier has no idea how he can still be so hard after coming so many times, but he'd put coin on the trials having something to do with it - enhanced stamina and all that. He noses up the length of Geralrt's cock, breathing in the scent of him and desperately hopes that he'll get the chance to find out the full extent of that stamina.

Beneath him, Geralt is as impatient as if he hasn't come once, writhing and moaning and softly pleading with him and Jaskier can hardly stand it. He slides one hand up Geralt's chest, reaching up to brush against his lips and when Geralt sucks his fingers into his mouth, Jaskier shudders and groans.

"Fuck," he whispers, "you like that, love?"

He doesn't wait for a response before mouthing at the underside of his cock and sliding up and wrapping his lips around the head. Geralt whimpers and he can feel it around his fingers and it's so much that Jaskier will be lucky if he doesn't come untouched again just listening to the sounds Geralt makes with a mouth around his cock.

He takes him down, prepared to use all his best techniques to impress Geralt and get him off quickly, but he barely sinks down halfway, tongue pressed against the underside of his cock before Geralt is coming, jerking hard and whining around Jaskier's fingers. Jaskier sinks down fully, holding Geralt's cock against the back of his throat while he shakes and shudders through it.

His own cock throbs and he can't help but shove a hand down under him, jerking himself hard and fast as Geralt shudders through an orgasm. He comes too quickly, overwhelmed by Geralt under him. He presses his head into Geralt's stomach, panting and whining against him and Geralt gets an arm around his shoulders, his free hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

Jaskier is still working through the rush when Geralt pulls him off his cock and tugs him up on top of him again. He still has so much strength even after exhausting himself and Jaskier's cock gives a pathetic twitch of interest. Geralt gets him out of his trousers and Jaskier shifts to get comfortable, slipping to lie next to him.

"You're amazing," Jaskier mumbles, eyes only half-open.

It takes a couple of minutes to adjust to the sensitivity, but he swells under Geralt's touch, moaning softly against his lips as he kisses him again. Dream or not, he'll be running off this high for a long time. Geralt's hips stutter against him and Jaskier wraps a hand around his cock, slowly stroking from the tip right down to the base and Geralt breathes heavily against his lips.

"Good?" Jaskier asks and Geralt nods slowly.

"'S good. Jask-"

"Shh, darling, I've got you." He kisses Geralt's jaw, brushing his lips against his mouth. "Geralt," he breathes, "do you want to come again? Can I fuck you?"

"Yeah," Geralt gasps, "yes. Please." He pushes forward into Jaskier's hand and Jaskier squeezes a little tighter around him before pulling off.

Geralt releases him, too and Jaskier readjusts to fit better against him without their arms in the way. He leans up to kiss him, sliding one hand up the side of Geralt's face and into his hair. A wave of anxiety washes over him, mingling with the anticipation and lust already roiling through him. What if he's not good enough? What if he can't get him off again? Geralt has already come six times and Katja was very good at getting him there. He's not sure he'll be enough.

But Geralt moans against his mouth, and reaches down, wrapping his fingers around Jaskier's cock and pressing it against his hole. There's a little gasp from both of them as he pushes forward, just slightly, but then Geralt's groaning, throwing his head back and pressing his hips down.

Jaskier holds his breath as he pushes forward, nipping at Geralt's throat and kissing over the little red marks as they fade. He pushes his hips forward just barely breaching him and Geralt tenses under him but he doesn't let up, so Jaskier pushes a little further, sinking into him. He doesn't so much as move before Geralt's twitching under him, letting out a desperate moan and coming hard.

He groans and shoves himself onto Jaskier's cock, rocking onto him and fisting a hand in his hair. He shakes and shudders and Jaskier can't focus on anything but the tight heat around his cock.

"Fuck," Geralt mumbles, "fuck Jask, yes. 'S good, 's good please-"

Without hesitation, Jaskier rolls his hips forward, and his thighs shake with the effort it takes not to just slam into him and chase his own orgasm. He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at Geralt as he fucks into him, at the pleasure on his face and the exhaustion that sets in. He dips down to kiss him and moves to pull away, but Geralt stops him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him close.

"Want you," he mumbles, "Jask please."

"You've got me."

He gives another couple of thrusts and he's already so fucking close when Geralt squeezes around him and he comes hard, shaking as he continues rocking into him. He drops his head to Geralt's shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses into his skin, but as the rush passes, he collapses against him. He barely pulls out before Geralt's arms are around him, holding him against his chest as he nuzzles against his neck.

It seems to take forever before Jaskier can breathe without panting again, and by the time he relaxes and rolls back onto the bed, Geralt is breathing softly next to him, eyes shut. He'd think he was asleep if not for the gentle way Geralt's thumb brushes his skin.

Jaskier rolls onto him and Geralt releases him, pulling his arm back to his side. It feels a little like a dismissal, but Jaskier has nowhere else to go, so he settles in. He follows Geralt, pressing up against his back and draping an arm over his hip.

"You know," he hums, "the next time you want to have someone watch you get fucked, you could just ask me instead of paying for a second girl. I'd… be happy to join you."

"Hmm." Geralt doesn't sound opposed to the idea, so Jaskier presses on.

"I know you like seeing her," he adds, "but we could do this again, it was good, right?"

"Yeah," Geralt breathes and Jaskier slumps in relief, pressing a kiss to Geralt's shoulder. He was worried that maybe he was pressing too far, but evidently not. "You'd do that?"

"'S not purely selfless, my darling, you should see the way you looked tonight. Stunning." Geralt huffs and Jaskier nuzzles into his hair. "So beautiful, love. I could hardly believe you'd let me stay."

"Always wanted you there," Geralt mumbles, "didn't know how to ask."

"Well," Jaskier hums, "now you know you can. All you have to do is say come with me and I will."

"And if I wanted… other things?"

"Depends what they are, but you know I'd never say no to you, Geralt."

"Even if I just wanted you… without anyone else?" Jaskier's breath catches, but he forces the words out.

"I think it might be better to have this conversation in the morning," he whispers, "but yes, Geralt. Anything you want." Geralt presses back against him and Jaskier smiles into his hair.

"Jask," he hums, "will you stay for tonight?"

"Darling, if you have me, I'll stay forever."

#geraskier #geralt x female oc #rex writes #ashley i'm stealing your post style i hope that's cool <3 #nsft #spicy

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend --- but something went downhill.

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

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here’s a prompt for u :) eren and reader are in a sort of secret romantic relationship within the survey corps. let’s say everyone’s in the mess hall or whatever and jean starts profusely flirting with her ,, eren gets mad, crosses from another table or something and starts a fight. questions are spawned from his outburst and ultimately the relationship is no longer secret lol. hope this works for u!!!

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"Ughhhhh." Eren groans into his arm, his head resting on the table. Mikasa is alerted by the sound and looks towards the source of the noice. "What's wrong Eren?"

"Everything."

Eren is sitting at a table with Armin and Mikasa, meanwhile you are at another table with Jean, Sasha, and Connie. There's nothing Eren hates more than having to watch you sit on the other side of the room away from him, eating with Jean and smiling warmly. He wanted you to smile at him.

And then you start laughing, bending over and clutching your abdomen, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from laughing too hard. Eren’s head shoots up at the sound. Eren believes your laugh truly is a beautiful sound. It can make anyone fill with happiness just from hearing it. Your laugh makes his heart swell. But someone else is making you laugh, and the problem is that the someone is not Eren. He slowly turns his head east to see that Jean is the one causing you to burst with laugher. Fucking horseface. Of all people.

It’s no secret that Jean has had a crush on you for a while now, but of course everyone except for you seems to notice. It’s pretty obvious too. The way he stares at you with literal heart eyes from across the room, flirts with you every chance he gets, how he always seems to find a way to stand next to you, and how whenever your name is mentioned his whole face lights up in glee. The way he pines after you even surpasses how he pined after Mikasa. Jean has tried and will continue to try to gain your heart.

But Eren got it first. You guys have been dating for a while now, but Eren decided to keep it under wraps out of fear that you would be used as leverage to lure Eren to any potential enemy that wants his titan.

The sight of Jean flirting with you right in front of his face is enough to make Eren’s blood boil. He shoots daggers into Jean with his turquoise eyes, but Jean is too occupied with trying to woo his girlfriend with his anything but funny jokes. Right when Eren thinks he has calmed down, Jean slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side.

This mf.

Eren’s legs move before he can process his actions, angrily walking over to where you and Jean are sitting.

Armin’s head chirps up at his motion, eyes following eren’s moving figure. “Eren, where are you going?” Eren dosen’t answer, fumes practically blowing out of his ears. Before he knows it he is standing right behind Jean, hands tightly clenched together in fists by his side. “Oi. Horseface.”

Jean turns around and stands up, face contorting in anger due to the nickname. Your head follows right after, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “Ere-”

Pow!

With an abundant amount of force, Eren’s fist connected to Jean’s jaw, spit flying out of his agape mouth. “EREN!” You stand up from your seat and rush to Eren’s side, smacking him in the head. “What was that for?” Multiple heads fly up around the mess hall trying to locate the cause of the commotion.

Jean clutches his aching jaw, trying to move it around despite the pain.“Oh ho ho, you suicidal bastard. Have you finally gone off the deep end?” Eren laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

“Hands. Off. My. Girlfriend.”

Jeans jaw drops at the sudden information, eyes goggling out of his head. You swear you hear Sasha choke on her food.

“Excuse me what? Girlfriend?” Jean looks at you in confusion, then back at Eren, trying to process what was just said. “You? And her? Dating? Like someone willingly agreed to spend time with you?” Jean looks back at you, tilting his head silently asking you if this is true. You slowly nod your head, scanning the mess hall to avoid his gaze. Now all the heads are staring at you three, shocked looks spread across their faces. You duck your head to look at the ground and shift so that you’re standing behind Eren, silently praying you will just disappear into thin air.

Eren snickers and intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing it up like a trophy to show to Jean. “Yes. Dating. Me and her. Why is it so hard to believe?” Jean narrows his eyes at Eren. “Have you looked in the mirror before?”

Eren twitches in anger at Jean’s remark, but somehow resisting the urge to knock Jean to the floor, Eren drags you both out of the mess hall into the hallway, pulling you into a tight embrace once out of view from everyone.

“Eren? Why did you do all that? You know I don’t like you fighting with Jean.”

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling and memorizing your scent.

“Jean was getting too cocky with you. I couldn’t stand someone else being able to touch you and make you laugh like that in public when I can’t. Especially not him.”

He hugs you tighter.

“You do know he likes you right?”

Your brain puzzles for a moment. “He does?” You realize that it makes sense, and that must be the reason why he’s been awfully close lately.

“Oh. He does.”

Eren chuckles, the sound vibrating through your body. “Stupid.”

“But I thought you wanted to keep us a secret for now because of the titan stuff?”

“Well it’s a little too late for that now. Besides, I’ll protect you. Just let me hold you. In public and in private.”

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Confessions: A ‘Favourite’ Extra

Summary: beatrice graduates and dad!harry is not invited

Warnings: angst!

Word Count: 3305 words

A/N: this is part of the ‘Favourite’ universe :D this scene takes place sometime between the first and second part! please read them before reading this.

Part One | Part Two

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Graduation.

Through Beatrice’s 18-years of living, she did not think that the celebration of liberation would be so sour. The day started off like any normal day. That is, except, she did not have to deliberately avoid the areas of the house that her dad, Harry, was in. It was strange that she had to feel uncomfortable in her own home.

For this special event, Beatrice had initially bought only three tickets for Ruby, Caleb and her mum, Y/N. Her dad had a packed schedule of promoting his newest album anyway so Beatrice thought that it wouldn’t even matter. She didn’t think he would want to come anyway. If Beatrice knew anything about her father is that he never really cared much about what went on in her life.

Beatrice supposes that it was okay. She had a whole lifetime to get used to it. A full lifestyle living on the edge because she didn’t know when her dad would clap-back with an insult for no reason. However, it didn’t mean that the spike in pain hurt any less. Don’t get her wrong; she was grateful for Y/N being around and involved. But Beatrice sometimes wondered how it would feel like to be wrapped in a fatherly embrace or be guided with wisdom and courage.

She really couldn’t remember the last time Harry did anything that made Beatrice feel like his daughter. Aside from the family photos they took on during the holidays or when celebrating whatever work achievement he managed to snag--that was the only time where Beatrice would feel Harry’s hand resting on her shoulder.

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“Can I get one?” Ruby asked, tugging on the coloured strings of Beatrice’s cap. Her small body was being held by her older sister while Y/N took photos of the three siblings.

“Caleb, put your phone away please,” Y/N requested, shaking her head at the way the young boy groaned. Nonetheless, he followed the instruction.

"You’re lucky I love you or I would not have shown up,” Caleb grumbled, offering a sweet smile afterwards to suggest that he was joking. The three siblings posed for the camera, Beatrice trying hard not to let Ruby tilt her square cap.

Between a plastered smile, Beatrice replied, “Probably why dad isn’t here,”

Caleb widened his eyes significantly. Though, it seemed conspicuous to Y/N who was busy figuring out how to brighten the screen.

“That’s not true, sissy. He’s just busy,”

Beatrice chuckled, shrugging off the comforting hand of her younger brother, “Always busy but never when one of you have something going on,”

“It’s just a coincidence,”

“Yeah, sure,”

Caleb frowned at her response, focusing her attention on Ruby’s babbles. He almost spilled the surprise that their dad was going to watch Beatrice cross the stage. Caleb knew how his sisters felt about Harry and he hoped that his appearance would help patch things up between them.

Caleb walked over to Y/N, “Are you sure that Dad’s coming?”

Y/N nodded, “Yes, he said he’s looking for parking now,”

Caleb bit his lip nervously, “Do you think she’ll be surprised?”

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“Graduate with honours, Beatrice Y/LN,”

Applause filled the venue as Beatrice walked up the steep steps of the stage. A shy smile was placed on her lips when she caught sight of the projector screen showcasing her achievements for her senior year.

In the audience, both Harry and Y/N were confused as to why Beatrice used her mother's name to be announced. The cinch in Y/N’s brow smoothed out when the principal continued speaking. Harry, however, couldn’t help the questioning frown.

“Top Chemistry. Top Biology. Overall Best Science Student. Gold Volunteer Badge. Level 4 Music Theory. Beatrice has been excelling both academically and musically while serving the community,”

Beatrice squinted at the bright lights, placing her diploma and speech on the podium. She had never been good at public speaking. However, her announced name gave Beatrice newfound confidence. It’s just her. All her achievements wouldn’t be credited to her father just because he was Harry Styles.

“Hi, uh,” She cleared her throat, “I’m Beatrice Y/LN and I’m very honoured to be standing in front of you today,”

Her speech was short and to the point; thanking her fellow classmates even though there were very few to thank personally. There were a few jokes in between and some nostalgic memories about various school events throughout the year. Beatrice mentioned remarks to her teachers who helped her achieve high grades. Lastly, she thanked her family for supporting her

“I’d like to thank my family. My brother, Caleb. My sister, Ruby and my Mum. You guys have been so wonderful to me and I hope that I made you proud,”

Y/N was tearing up with a hand clasped over her mouth. She could not believe that her oldest daughter was off to university in a few weeks. Beatrice’s work ethic was unmatched and it showed in her getting the recognition that she deserved.

There was a pregnant pause before applause filled the space again. Despite switching her name last minute, everyone in her school knew that Beatrice was a Styles kid. They were probably waiting for her to mention him in her speech. But Beatrice felt no need to mention the man that had done nothing for her. He wasn’t even here.

“Thank you and congratulations, everyone!”

Harry slumped lower in his seat. He could feel Y/N’s worried eyes and Caleb’s observant gaze inspecting his face.

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Beatrice stood beside her family, watching Harry a few metres away who was currently busy attending to the fans that recognized him. Even with his graying hair, many parents greeted him with a reminiscing statement about how they ‘saw him in concert back in the day’, to which he would chuckle at and proceed to converse for a few minutes until their child--Beatrice’s age--tugged them away.

All that Beatrice wanted to do was to get home and interact with her online friends. She had mentioned that she was graduating today and they were all very proud of her. Beatrice would rather take the peace and quiet of her own room than a bustling party.

“You’re invited,” Emma, a popular girl, stated while handing her a piece of paper with all the details of the party. Beatrice mumbled a hushed ‘thanks’, despite knowing that she wouldn’t even attend it in the first place.

“Are you going, Tris?” Y/N asked, holding Ruby’s hand so the youngest child would not get lost in the crowd.

Beatrice shook her head ‘no’, explaining that there was no point.

“I don’t know anyone there anyway,”

She was kind of a loner, but Beatrice was happier by herself anyways. “Besides, I don’t think dad will agree. It’s way past curfew,”

Y/N nodded in understanding. The curfew set for their eldest child was at nine in the evening. Y/N was sure that Harry would be lenient to let Beatrice go; it was her graduation after all. Sooner or later, Beatrice would be leaving for university.

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Beatrice should be grateful. She should be happy, yet somehow those emotions were non-existent to her brain right now. She should be smiling, eyes brimming with tears because her dad actually cared to throw a party for her. But all she could feel right now was a pure disappointment and agonizing anger because Beatrice knows that he was trying to make up for years of mistreatment.

At this moment, the rowdiness of the party only proved that Harry really did not know anything about Beatrice. She did not know over half the people here, aside from the few relatives they see during the holidays; her grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles. The rest were recognizable from Harry’s industry. Beatrice swore she saw Lizzo sipping a cup of liquor in their kitchen.

Aside from the initial greeting of ‘congratulations’, paired with the large banister taped on the foyer of the house, this party wasn’t much of a celebration based on Beatrice’s milestone in life. If anything, it looked like a regular get together for celebrities and industry people. Frankly, she had no interest in interacting with them. As rude as it may sound, the swirling turmoil of emotions beginning from her stomach made Beatrice push past the packed crowd with a tight-lipped smile in order to get to her room.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe, especially knowing that these people in her house absolutely adored Harry. They saw him as a family man, loved and appreciated by his kids. It wasn’t a complete lie, per se. Beatrice just didn’t have much experience to confirm that he was, in fact, a lovable and caring person.

If she had to put a finger on it, Beatrice was feeling utter disgust. She was disgusted because Harry was the perfect person in their eyes when everything he had shown her was that she was someone that didn’t deserve any of his attention. It felt like this was a celebration of her dad’s façade--he was not actually proud of her. He was just making it seem like he is so he wouldn’t be perceived as the dead-beat dad.

A knock at her door sounded. It was almost as if Beatrice could sense her dad’s presence without turning around to look at who just entered the privacy of her room.

“Tris?” Harry whispered, hesitating on mumbling the nickname. He had never done it willingly before, much less not as bitter as the previous times.

Beatrice swore that she could practically see the venom slithering on his tongue every time he said her name. But maybe that was just her skewed perception.

The chair that she was sitting on creaked as she shifted her weight, leaning her elbows on her desk.

“Why did you even throw a party, dad?”

It was merely a genuine question that held so many underlying meanings. Why now? Why not earlier when there was still hope to fix whatever sort of broken and fucked up relationship they had with each other?

Harry fully stepped into the room, observing the walls decorated with art and artists whom he recognized were his friends. He didn’t realize that she was a fan of Florence Pugh.

He cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth, “I wanted to celebrate your graduation,”

Beatrice internally rolled her eyes, “Did you really? Because you haven’t been there when I needed your help with my homework or assignments or anything. Now, suddenly you want to act like you were a big part of how I achieved my accomplishments?”

It was a sour realization. It was accurate that Harry refused to help her with schoolwork. He swore that he was busy looking over new options for his upcoming projects. Retrospectively, he might have subconsciously spewed out excuses so that he wouldn’t be able to help his dear daughter.

Beatrice sighed, flattening the balls of her palms against the edge of the sleek wood, pushing the rolling wheels of the chair back. She stood up.

“Just admit it. You threw the party because you felt guilty and you think that somehow, everything will magically be okay between us?” Beatrice shot him a questioning look, chest-puffing when Harry’s lack of words confirmed her theory.

Beatrice propped her feet in the middle of her room, twisting her body so that her back was facing away from the closed-door; from him. She breathed heavily through her nose, lungs rising up and down as she gathered her thoughts.

Unbelievable.

Harry stood with his arms by his sides, staring at his daughter with curious compassion. He did not know what to say, nor did he know how to act because he didn’t take the time to get to know her. He didn’t spend time with Beatrice; nurturing, caring, calming or comforting her because he simply couldn't get over the fact that she was once a person that caused calamity in his life.

“Tris,” Her dad spoke, earning a pinch of her facial expression from the familiarity of the nickname. Yet, it was unfamiliar because Harry used it mundanely.

Beatrice cut him off, “I’ll be leaving for university in a few weeks. You can quit pretending like you care. You say this graduation party is for me but I don’t even know most of the people here!”

The volume of her voice reached a threshold that should warn both of them to keep quiet. However, Beatrice knew that with the hustle and bustle of the celebration going on downstairs—no one would hear her honesty except for her and Harry.

Harry blinked twice, mouth dropping slightly agape. Why did he throw this party? He knew his intentions; he was proud of his daughter. He wanted to show her off to everyone he knew about how intelligent and well-rounded Beatrice was.

The girl continued speaking as if reading Harry’s train of thought.

“This is for you,” She spoke bitterly as if her tongue was left with an odd taste in her mouth. “Showing off a ‘trophy’ daughter who graduated with honours but that doesn’t matter, does it? Nothing I ever do will match what you’ve done.”

The accompanying laugh—albeit, sarcastic— left Harry confused.

“What? No, this is for you. I’m proud of you,” Harry quickly disagreed with Beatrice, gesturing his large hands in a wave to emphasize his words.

She turned around with gentle disbelief; her features were hardened yet Beatrice’s eyes gleamed with hope. She wanted so badly to believe her dad, but his lack of attentiveness to her led Beatrice to roll her eyes at him instead.

“Cut the crap, Dad,”

“Language,” Harry added, pursing his lips when Beatrice scoffed.

“I can’t believe this,” Beatrice muttered, she stared at the ground as if picking out the words to say.

As bad as it sounded, she wanted to hurt her dad the way he did to her. Years of being treated like an unwanted child slowly built up inside of her and Beatrice wanted the pain to end.

“You wanted to be everything so bad that you forgot to be my Dad,”

“I am your dad, Tris,” Harry watched as she walked over to her desk. Fingers cascading the glass picture frame which held a still of their family.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Beatrice turned around, throwing the edged frame on her bed in a fit of anger.

Harry’s brows shot up to his forehead, watching his daughter’s eyes well up with tears.

“You are my dad but you’ve never been one to me! Why is that? Huh?” Beatrice pressed, crossing her arms and digging her fingernails on the skin of her bicep.

“I’m sorry that I took those opportunities away from you. You got movie deals, You had an album coming out. Tours, shows, money—you had everything and I ruined it, didn’t I? As you said, it would’ve been better if I wasn’t born,”

Harry was no stranger to not interrupting someone when they spoke. However, he couldn’t let Beatrice believe the words she spoke.

“Don’t say that! That’s not true,” He stuttered over his words, heart-shattering under the weight of Beatrice’s truthfulness. Sure, he had everything, but it didn’t mean that he was satisfied.

“But you thought about it right? You wondered how different it would be if I wasn’t born at the wrong time. Maybe you would’ve loved me more—like you do Caleb and Ruby,” Beatrice smiled sadly.

She was glad that at least her siblings would not have to experience the searing pain of being unappreciated. They did not deserve to be seen through like a ghost.

“Maybe you would’ve paid more attention to me. Maybe you would have cared that I was hurting every time you showed me nothing but disdain,”

Beatrice used her forearm to wipe away the tears beginning to soak her reddened cheeks. She sighed, plopping down at the foot of her bed, watching Harry look at her with an unreadable emotion on his face.

“You know, It’s not my responsibility to ask why,” Beatrice whispered. Though, she wondered what would have happened if she did question her dad why he looked at her as if she was a burden in his life.

Beatrice’s monologue crescendoed as utter pain cracked her voice every now and then. Her figure slouching as she truly experienced what it was like to let go of the turmoiled affliction soaring through her body.

“I’m your child! You’re the one who’s supposed to be looking out for me. You’re the one who’s supposed to show me what love is supposed to feel like. I’ve always wondered how you’d react if I came home with a boyfriend like all the movies and books talk about. But, all you’ve shown and made me feel was my first heartbreak when you’re supposed to be the one nursing me from it,”

At that point, Harry could not remain the eye contact he shared with his daughter, gazing down at the floorboard in shame.

“You were supposed to scare guys off because I’m your eldest daughter. You’re supposed to protect me from everything that could hurt me, even when it’s irrational because that is what Dads do,”

That same bitter laugh that pierced Harry’s ears earlier echoed again.

“But I guess you never really wanted to become one to begin with. Or maybe just not with me.”

Harry took a few steps back. Her words figuratively churned and twisted his gut. He caught his balance on the doorknob that moved feverishly under his weight. Sure, he didn’t want to be her dad at first. And he had many chances to fix a strained relationship, but he never took them. So really, he had no shield at denying the truth. He was simply a father who failed to be the dad to Beatrice.

“I-I do! I want to be--if you'd let me,” He hated the way his voice became weary.

Despite their differences, Beatrice and Harry both mutually hated the way his tone pinched. The way he had to plead and beg for his daughter’s forgiveness when it seemed to be too late. This could have been avoided if Harry took the chance to become the dad that Beatrice deserved to have. The dad that her siblings--Caleb and Ruby--saw and spent time with while Beatrice watched behind, wondering why she was never treated the way they did.

“For years, I wondered what was wrong with me. I listened to the music that you liked. I asked mum what you enjoyed doing because you never talk to me. I wanted you to see me as a daughter instead of this--this invisible speck that you shrug off your shoulder every time I needed you!” Beatrice cried out, hugging herself for comfort.

The worst part was that she could see Harry’s legs buckle in hesitation to come closer to her or not. He shouldn’t even have to think to comfort his daughter, but he did.

“I wanted you to like me as if I even have to do that in the first place! You’re my dad, don’t you get it? Because I didn’t. I spent so much time being the perfect child in hopes of you giving me an ounce of your attention aside from the face you put on when I walked into the room. Why did you have to treat me this way, huh?”

Tears spilled from her forest-green eyes, identical to Harry’s glazed ones. His mouth parted in retaliation. As if he was plopped in quicksand, Harry had no idea how to defend himself.

“I know that you didn’t want me in the first place but--,” Beatrice sniffled, wiping the salty liquid to her damp temples, “I just wished you treated me like I wasn’t a burden to you,”

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