#compromised fic
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Compromised: The Wedding**
Here's an update/prologue on Harry & Y/N from the Compromised AU! I don't think you need to read the whole fic to read this piece, but it'll definitely make it a more meaningful read:)
Full fic is linked here!
WC: 8.9K
Warnings: A little breeding kink moment!
Cernobbio, Italy. 2 Years Later
The day was going to be warm, Y/N could tell as soon as Harry kicked the covers off of their bodies and pulled her closer. She smiled when she felt his lips press against her shoulder.
“Cara mia.” He mumbled against her warm skin.
“Morning, baby.” She responded.
“What should we do today?” He asked Y/N through his raspy morning voice.
“Mmm…maybe we can ride into town, to that little wine and cheese shop?” She asked, “Get some things picked out for when everyone comes down on Friday.”
“M’kinda lazy to bike down.” He grumbled as he rolled over her and then kissed her lips softly, making her hum.
“Then take the vespa.” She reasoned and he groaned.
“Just kinda wanna stay here and be lazy with you.” He mumbled still a bit sleepy as he hugged around her, their legs intertwining as he kissed her neck, his lips puckering up to suck at the warm and tender skin.
“No.” She giggled, grabbing him by the curls and yanking him back.
“Baby, why not?”
“Because!” She huffed out through a smile, “We can’t spend another day rolling around in bed and fucking until we pass out. We have guests coming in two days!”
“Yeah, that’s two days away.”
“H, I’ve gotta clean the house and get the guest rooms ready.” She reminded him, looking deep in his eyes, “Because we did nothing yesterday I have to rush to get Mitch and Sarah’s room ready. It’s gonna take a while OK? I don’t want to rush through each bedroom tomorrow, we’re gonna be spending more time with them than anything before everyone else arrives.”
“Fine…” he huffed and she smiled.
“Besides, we’ll have plenty of time for that later.” She said and he hummed.
“OK, don’t get me started with that.” He said and rolled off of her making her giggle.
“I love you, baby.” She called from the bed as he headed to the bathroom, probably to shower. She giggled as she noticed that he was already pretty worked up
“Yeah, yeah…” he called back and she grinned.
Y/N was really excited to have their friends and Harry’s family over. It had been two years since they left England. People were enraged that the B.F. Clan had been dismantled and for a while they were looking for Harry. As Sally’s second in command he had people to answer to and when they moved away they didn’t disclose their location to anyone. Harry somehow got things handled, let them know the CIA had compromised them via Dominic and they knew of him as well; once they heard that no one wanted anything to do with him. Still, he got the other boys to help get any stakeholders their money that they had wrapped up in things and with what he had saved up - which was far more than Y/N expected - he purchased them the lovely villa they’re living in now. Things had died down and were quiet for nearly six months now, so it was pretty safe now.
There wasn’t any need to work since Harry’s money was plenty for them. Being in the CIA, she too had a pretty good amount saved up in an international account incase she ever needed to disappear. She had been able to get that as well and add to their funds. So instead of working, they spent their days gardening, exploring their new home, learning about each other. Harry was even able to finish her tattoo and she told him the stories about each part of it. Their life together was peaceful and beautiful and they couldn’t ask for anything more… well maybe a little more. Things were about to get a lot better.
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As soon as Mitch pulled up he smiled wide. Their villa was up the hill with a perfect view of lake Como nestled between the rolling hills of Northern Italy. The house was two stories high white in color with a terracotta roof and had tons of windows. There was a roomy driveway and the perimeter gate was open and he pulled in slowly. The property was lined with trees and looked absolutely beautiful.
“This is so cute.” Sarah observed, lifting her sunglasses to get a good look at the greenery. She peeked out of her window and saw some arches covered with vines along the side of the house, leading to the backyard. Mitch honked the horn, announcing their arrival. It wasn’t even two minutes before the front door flew open and Harry was beaming as he rushed out and Mitch was also bursting out of the car.
“Harry! Oh man, it’s so good to see you!” Mitch laughed excitedly as he hugged Harry tight. Y/N walked out, smiling bright at the exchange between Harry and Mitch and she saw Sarah walking over to them as well.
“Hey, it’s so good to finally see you.” She hugged Y/N tight.
“You too.” She greeted, “Where’s Arlo?” She asked.
“Harry said not to bring him just yet. Just to be safe, you know?” Sarah said softly and Y/N hummed in understanding. Soon she was hugging Mitch and Sarah was greeting Harry with a big hug.
“We’ve got a nice spread out back.” Harry said as he draped his arm around Sarah.
“Yeah! Farm to table, we’ve got quite the garden.” Y/N mentioned to them as they headed on back. They also had a little lemon and fig orchard and a small vineyard that they hired some of the townsfolk to help them tend to when the appropriate seasons rolled around.
“Wow, this is gorgeous!” Sarah exclaimed as she wandered further back to see the garden.
“Right! He’s got quite the green thumb. Even sings to the plants.” Y/N said more quietly and Sarah smiled at Harry who just looked away a bit timidly.
They sat down to eat and had some wine and caught up well into the evening. Italy was beautiful and as the evening brought a cooler breeze they migrated towards the fire pit and both couples were nestled against each other as they chatted and laughed. Their laughter died down from a funny story Mitch was sharing about Arlo and Emma and Harry cleared his throat before speaking up.
“God, can’t wait to those two in action.” He said and Y/N nodded in agreement. “Thank you guys for coming out a bit early. It’s really nice to get to spend time with you guys.” Harry expressed and Mitch and Sarah smiled, “Actually, we ummm… we asked you here because…” Harry paused feeling a bit nervous as he formulated the words, “W-we’re getting married tomorrow evening.” He said and Sarah squealed excitedly as Mitch laughed with joy at the news.
“I told you!” Sarah said to Mitch and he chuckled at her excitement. Mitch glanced over to Harry and he bit his lip nervously
“I was hoping that you could officiate it?” Harry said to Mitch and his eyebrows raised in surprise as everything went silent apart from the crackling fire between them.
“M-me?”
“Yeah. I mean, if it wasn’t for you I would’ve never even consulted with Y/N or had the guts to show up at her flat, much less tattoo her. And well that led us to where we are now.” Harry said with a smile, “And well, you’re also my best friend.” He said more timidly.
“Ummm, yeah. I would be honored.” Mitch responded with a soft smile.
“Perfect, because we did your officiant certificate for you.” Harry said with a chuckle and everyone laughed. “Obviously, no one knows that’s what’s going on, they won’t until it’s happening.” He said and Y/N nodded excitedly.
“Aw, congrats you two!” Sarah gushed shooting up to hug them both.
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Today was the day. Harry felt so happy and excited to really make an official declaration of his love and commitment to Y/N. He smiled as he watched her sleep, she was absolute perfection. He would allow her a few more minutes for her to rest and for him to admire her a little bit more. Sure, things maybe started out a bit rough for them, but in the end she helped save his life and for that he owed her the world. He was happy that out of everyone in the world they were the ones that ended up together. He couldn’t resist anymore he leaned forward and pressed his to her forehead, making her stir a bit in her sleep. Then he pressed a kiss to the space between her eyebrows, then the tip of her nose and she scrunched it up.
“Morning.” He rasped out gently and she nuzzled closer into him.
“Hi.” She whispered.
“Gonna make you my wifey today…” he sang playfully and she smiled against his warm and tanned skin.
“Mmmm, can’t wait.” She hummed happily as her eyes fluttered open and she pressed her lips to the prominent vein running down his neck. His large hand squeezed her hip, where he was holding her.
“Neither can I.” He mumbled before rolling on top of her and kissing her ardently. One of his hands came down to grab her leg, parting it further from the other and hiking it up against his hip, allowing her to feel his erection directly against her center. She moaned as he ground himself against her core, she was already getting wet and needy for him; well she kind of always was.
“I need you but we need to be fast.” She whimpered. They wasted no time in getting rid of their bottoms and soon enough he was slicking himself up against her arousal and pressing into her entrance, making her gasp as he settled deep inside as a satisfied groan. He dug his hips into hers, reaching deep into her, making her mouth drop in a silent cry. They had guests here, they couldn’t be as loud as they usually were.
“Fuck, you’re all mine aren’t you, angel?” He groaned and she nodded as she whimpered softly, “Tell me.” He commanded as he held himself deep inside of her, making her back arch up as he ground deep inside of her.
“I’m all yours.” She whispered before his lips met hers, swallowing up her small, desperate sounds as he took on a faster pace. It felt that they were nearly overheating beneath the covers as their bodies moved together, racing them towards the finish line.
Y/N could feel Harry’s groans vibrating through her body as his hips thrust into her faster. Her fingers dug into his shoulder blades, scratching down as he hit that spot inside of her that was making her toes curl. She was getting close and it only sped it up when he parted her legs further and pushed in closer to her. His pubic bone was pressing deliciously into her clit, making her body start to tense as the pleasure started to build up inside of her. Her walls were clamped around Harry’s cock making him moan into her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” He moaned and she smiled at the sound of that. She was getting close quickly. Panting as her body started to become overwhelmed with everything she was feeling. Excitement, nerves, joy, love… everything was colliding beautifully inside of her and bursting in bright colors behind her closed eyes lids.
“Oh my god, baby! Don’t stop!” She mewled as she came undone. She was so warm and slicking up his cock with her cum even more. He was about to burst, his abs were tensing and his arms felt trembly as he gave a few more thrusts before he was falling apart with a shaky breath of a curse. She kissed at his neck, jaw, and lips softly as he came down from his high. He planted a kiss at the side of her face before letting his weight down on her completely and she giggled. “You’re crushing me.” She whispered and he hummed.
“Get used to it.” He said back lazily and she chuckled.
“We need to shower so I can make some breakfast and I need to get started on the dinner. Which you promised to help prep and you and Mitch need to go get everyone from the bus station.” She reminded, it was only 7:30, but everyone was supposed to be arriving a little around noon, they were going to grab a light lunch in the town and then head on up. They were planning to have their ceremony around 6:30pm and dinner to follow. It was going to be a long day.
“Fine.” He huffed and soon enough they were hurrying into the shower and as Y/N hurried down to get started on some breakfast Harry had made a quick run into town to grab the bread for the bruschetta they were having as appetizers for their guests and wine. He needed to bring back plenty of wine. Mitch and Sarah came down around 9am and Harry made it back in a few. They all had their breakfast and coffee and discussed the itinerary for the day as they started to prep for the dinner. Soon enough it was time for Harry and Mitch to head out to the train station to pick everyone up.
Y/N took a small break to let Sarah sample the dinner menu for their lunch and to show her, her wedding dress and as they continued cooking they talked about the possible hairstyle and makeup she was to do. Really the day was flying by for them. It was around 2pm when everyone else arrived and boy, was it a joy. Y/N rushed to everyone excitedly, the first person rushing to her was Niall. They had spoken frequently in the last few months when they were sure they were safe.
“Awww Niall!” She squealed as he spun her around happily as they hugged.
“Y/N, it’s been too long. These other assholes treat me like shit without you around.” He said as he let her down and she pouted.
“They just don’t know your worth.” She sighed and he shook his head. They were interrupted by Matt, then Liam and Axel came along to say hello to her. And then she was heading over to greet Anne and Gemma who were still chatting with Harry and Sarah.
“Oh sweetheart!” Anne exclaimed as she hugged Y/N tight and she hummed at the comforting hold. There was nothing more comforting than a mother’s hug and she felt it right in this moment as it engulfed her. Harry hadn’t been able to contact his family directly this entire time, people were angry at him and he didn’t want to make them targets, so having contact with them was long overdue. “Thank you.” She whispered quietly and Y/N smiled before Anne pulled away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, “Niall told me everything.” She said softly and Y/N’s eyes widened a bit in understanding.
“It was the right thing to do.” She shrugged and Anne hugged her tight once more. Then she greeted Gemma happily, who also expressed her gratitude quietly. And after everyone was caught up Y/N and Harry showed them each to their rooms. Y/N needed to start getting ready soon and Sarah was going to be helping her get ready as soon as she was all ready to go. Everyone went ahead and started getting settled in and freshening up. Harry and Y/N had told them that they were having a fancy dinner because they really wanted to celebrate their freedom, no one questioned that and everyone was on board with slightly dressing up and making this an evening for celebrating.
Y/N was stepping out of the bathroom from her shower, clad in a fluffy robe when she heard Harry still clearly int he room, just as she had left him before she got in the shower.
“Baby, you’re supposed to be with the guys.” She reminded and he smiled as he hurried out of their closet and came right up to her.
“I will be, but I need to give you something before we…you know, tie the knot.” He said timidly and she hummed looking up to him, “Gimme your hand.” He said and she put out her right hand for him, palm up. He smiled as he turned it over and she felt him sliding a ring onto her middle finger. When he pulled his hand away she was left to admire a ring he wore a lot. It was a red crystal, garnet actually. It was smoothed out perfectly and set in gold. “Something old for you.” He said and she smiled up at him, “Garnet symbolizes love - in all forms. Romantic, friendship, family… I’ve worn this ring for as long as I can remember. For a long time it was a reminder that I wasn’t alone. That there were people out there who I loved and loved me. The things I was passionate for…” He explained to her and she nodded as she listened, “It was like a symbol to me that I had a heart and it… stopped me from doing most regrettable things when I was young and desperate to move up in the world.” He said, “I told you once that you have my whole heart and nothing can represent that more perfectly than that old thing. It’s a crystal, so it’s charged up with everything I’ve ever loved and I trust you to protect it and to care for it the way I have all these years.” He said to her as he saw her tears start to streak down her face. “Oh baby, don’t cry.” He whispered as he pulled her face up to his as he wiped at her tears.
“You just have a way with words.” She gulped and he smiled, “I love you and I will take care of this until I’m gone.” She promised and he dipped down to kiss her gently.
“I know you will.” He whispered. Suddenly Sarah was bursting into their bedroom.
“Alright Styles, off you go…” She sang and he smiled before hurrying out. They started to get ready and Y/N was drinking champagne a little too quickly, but as she got closer and closer to her nuptials her heart was breaking because what she would give to have her family here. She had been playing around with an idea about who would give her away… out of everyone, she had trusted and grown close to Niall, apart from Harry. Niall had been such a wonderful friend and so protective of her. He seemed like the best choice for the job. Sarah had just finished up her hair.
“Sarah, I ummm, I need you to call Niall up here.” She said and Sarah nodded, “Need to chat with him in private for a few minutes?”
“Of course, I’ll go grab him.” She said and hurried out of the room. She was still in her robe, a little nervous to get in her dress, she had purchased it on a trip to Milan a few months back and it had fit like a glove. After a minute or so there were some knocks on the door as Niall announced himself.
“Come in!” She called from the balcony of her and Harry’s room and he stepped in before shutting the door, “Hey.” She said urging him to come in further and he headed out to the balcony.
“Hey, what’s up?” Niall asked with a smile as they relished in the breeze that was bringing the temperature down to a pleasant degree for the evening.
“I have to burden you yet again with a secret.” She said turning to him and he frowned.
“You’re still in the CIA aren’t you? Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true for them to just let you go like that…” he mumbled nervously and she giggled.
“No, no, no! Nothing like that…” she assured and he relaxed visibly at her confirmation of this.
“Jesus, thank fuck… I was about to jump off the balcony.” He said and she giggled, “So what could your secret be?” He asked her with a smile, which slowly dropped she was about to speak when he interrupted, “Wait. You’re pregnant…” he said softly and she rolled her eyes.
“No! Will you shut up so I can tell you?” She said and he chuckled nervously and nodded, “So…we invited you all here because in a few hours Harry and I are actually getting married and I was wondering if you would give me away?” She asked nervously. Niall was processing too many things at once. He wanted to cheer and cry at the same time, he was so happy for them that he wasn’t sure how to react except to hug her and nod, “Yeah?”
“Yes. Yes, whatever you need.” He said pulling back and she smiled with tears in her eyes and she was relieved to see that he was just as teary-eyed as she was.
“Thank you. I just…out of everyone you watched my back and called me out and put your faith in me-”
“And almost murdered you.” He added and she giggled.
“Apart from that little hiccup… you’re the person I trust the most and who knows me the most apart from Har and well, I don’t have a father here to do this for me. Not, that I see you as my father, but you remind me a lot of him. Just the way he is and you make me feel safe and taken care of-”
“It’s OK, I get it.” He chuckled, stopping her rambling, “I’m honored.”
“Thank you. And of course, no one knows this is a wedding yet, until they head on back. Some of the town’s people are setting things up under the little arch so you can’t see the set up.” She said and he smiled excitedly, “So keep it to yourself, yeah?”
“Of course.” He agreed with a grin.
“We’re starting at 6:30, so ummm, just come up here a few minutes before yeah?”
“You got it, love. I’ll see you soon.” He smiled excitedly.
“Thank you, Ni. For everything.” She said before he left the room smiling like a fool.
In the meantime that Sarah came back she got her garter on, not that they would even do a garter toss, but it would be a nice surprise for Harry later in the night. It was a rather simple lace band with a little blue bow, but it did have his initials embroidered on it, which was perfect considering he loved to brand his belongings. Now she just needed something borrowed. She went to take out her wedding dress and started on her makeup while Sarah came back. When she returned she had brought back some water and her own outfit to get changed into. And they just chatted and listened to music for a bit before it was absolutely necessary for them to get dressed. It was about 6pm when they decided that it was time to get her into her dress and Sarah and Y/N nearly cried as Sarah fastened up the back hooks and then button over them to make the closure less noticeable.
“Harry is going to cry when he sees you!” Sarah said with excited tears and Y/N fanned at her eyes to avoid tears from trickling down her face. They gawked and chatted for a few minutes before Sarah got a text from Harry showing her how the seating area and ceremony area looked now and then informed her that he was now down by the patio exit with Mitch, waiting for their guests to start heading down. Mitch would then guide them out to the ceremony seating area.
Y/N was just doing a few finishing touches on her make up when Niall came in and he started crying upon seeing her. Sarah helped him calm down as she helped Y/N get into her shoes. They were just about to head down when Sarah gasped.
“Oh babe, almost forgot!” She said rushing over to the bathroom where their make up bags were and coming back with a little jewelry box, “Take those earrings out and I’ll let you borrow mine from my own wedding.” She said with a smile and Y/N was beaming as Sarah handed her the little box. They were these beautiful pearl drop earrings that literally were to die for and they went perfectly with her dress. She felt so extraordinarily beautiful - not that Harry didn’t remind her often or that she didn’t see herself that way - but something about this moment made her feel special and like she was glowing. The joy she felt inside was overflowing from within. Her eyes were shining with it and her smile was genuine ever since she met Harry, it hadn’t been before him. She could tell that she was absolutely in love and it was doing wonders for her - or maybe it was just the silhouette of the dress. She smiled at herself for a moment. This was all she’d ever wanted.
“You look breathtaking.” Niall assured as he leaned on the doorframe of the bathroom where she glanced at him quickly.
“Really think so?” She asked and he bit down on his lip to stifle the proud smile he was fighting - he would surely tear up again.
“Of course. If I cried, Harry’s gonna have a look at you and drop dead of a heart attack.” He joked to lighten the mood and she laughed at his little joke.
“He better fucking not.” She mumble through a giggle and he threw his head back cackling in laughter.
“We should probably start heading down there.” He said and she nodded. Breathing in deep and rolling her neck side to side to ease some of the tension she felt from the nerves.
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“Hey everyone,” Mitch announced to the group gathered down by the patio, some of them were already indulging in the wine and bruschetta, “We can head out now.” He said loudly and he and Sarah led the way. Everyone was talking about how beautiful the terrace was and as they rounded the corner towards the vine-covered arches Gemma let out an excited screech out as she saw Harry standing at a little make shift altar and he laughed at her reaction as she charged towards him.
“No fucking way!” She shouted and everyone shared in her sentiment. Anne was tearing up as she came up as well, hugging her son.
“Surprise, everyone!” He chuckled making everyone else laugh along. Mitch was encouraging them to please take their seats because Y/N would be down any second. Soon enough, Sarah was guiding in a photographer, who started capturing pictures of Harry and Mitch up at the altar and the guests and the set up. She then busied herself with getting the songs for the entrance and exit queued up. She smiled excitedly when she saw Niall peeking out from around a pillar and she gave him a thumb up and he smiled before hurrying back to grab Y/N.
Harry’s heart was pounding erratically in his chest, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack from the nerves. His hands were trembling in his pockets as he fiddled with the little box with the rings. He was trying to calming breaths because the anticipation was absolutely killing him. And then the music started and he recognized the first chord and smiled, Y/N had run into this video on social media and as soon as she heard the song she hurried to show him because she said “S’literally about us” with a bright smile. He was already feeling vulnerable at the memory and then he glanced up and saw Niall escorting her down the little walkway towards the altar. His eyes immediately started glossing over, she looked so beautiful that he almost forgot to breathe and when their eyes met he just started to cry.
Y/N bit her lip to stifle a giggle through her own tears as Niall mumbled something to her; she had his hand in a death grip - good thing she didn’t have flowers - strangled to death they’d be. Their friends and family stood as she got close enough and wore big smiles as they took her in. He was just blown away, this was really happening. He didn’t feel that he deserved it and he was so overwhelmed with his love for her. He crouched down, hands over his mouth as she approached. She was literally glowing and honestly, he would fight death itself to ensure that they didn’t waste another moment of life without each other. He straightened up when she was closer and Niall let her go with a hug and she finally took his hand and everyone else just disappeared - even the photographer who was all up in their space. A small sob left her lips as their eyes met up close, they looked crazy, crying but smiling. He just pulled her into a hug and everyone just let them have their moment.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He whispered against the side of her head and they sniffled.
“I love you.” She whispered back, their eyes meeting again.
“Ready?” He asked her gently and she nodded eagerly with a smile and he smiled as well and then took her hands before nodding towards Mitch who started to speak.
Neither of them knew what the fuck he was saying, they were just looking at each other longingly, communicating almost telepathically. They’re confident that whatever he was saying was beautiful, but there was no way that either of them planning to look away. He couldn’t stop taking her in, she was perfection incarnate. This was the best decision of his life, there was no doubt about it. They zoned in just in time, before he started talk about their wedding vows. Y/N and Harry had shared those with each other when they decided to have this little surprise wedding. Mitch shared some select snippets of these with the audience. Anne, Gemma, and Niall were a mess. Matt was patting at his shoulder comfortingly, it was pretty funny.
“Now I’m going to ask Harry to pull out the rings.” Mitch said and he let go of one of her hands to hand him the little box. Their wedding bands were simple gold ones, nothing too extravagant or flashy. “Y/N, if you’d take Harry’s ring and place it on his finger.” Mitch said smoothly and she bit down on her lip and glanced up to Harry as she fit the ring onto his finger easily.
“Do you Y/N take Harry, to be your husband from this day forward?” Mitch asked, “For better or for worse. For richer or for poorer. In sickness and in health. Do you vow to protect him and respect him. To love and cherish only him for the rest of your lives?” He finished and she was beaming.
“I do.” She said softly to Harry and Harry’s eyes crinkled with a smile as his dimples made an appearance.
“Now Harry, if you’d place Y/N’s ring on her finger.” Harry looked intently into her eyes as he slid the golden band onto her finger, his eyes not leaving hers for a second.
“Something new.” He whispered and she grinned.
“Do you Harry take Y/N, to be your wife from this day forward for better or for worse? For richer or for poorer? In sickness and in health?” Harry nodded with a smile and reached up to wipe a few tears that were running down her cheeks, “Do you vow to protect her and respect her. To love and cherish only her for the rest of your lives?”
“Yeah, I do.” He responded with a bright smile.
“And all of us here are more than delighted to see just how much joy and light you’ve brought to each other.” Mitch said, “We’re all rooting for you, for your love. It brings me nothing but pure happiness to pronounce you husband and wife.” Mitch said gleefully, “H, you can kiss your wife now.” He said more solemnly and Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He was closing the distance between them, his nose skimming against hers for a second.
“Fucking finally.” He whispered breathily before his lips touched to hers passionately. Everyone started clapping and cheering for them. This was the happiest moment of her life, she never wanted it to end as her tears flowed even more. His were also flowing, she thought that they’d end up waterboarding each other at some point, but this was too perfect to stop.
“Mr. and Mrs. Styles!” Mitch shouted over the commotion, stepping away from the front to give them their moment and everyone cheered again.
And after a few minutes the music started, a little arpeggio flowing from a trumpet announced its start. Y/N had picked this song strategically, she knew that it would make Harry laugh and more importantly, it was 100% true. When Judy Garland’s voice crooned out “I’m just wild about Harry and Harry’s wild about me.” He pulled back and burst into laugher, shaking his head as she lost her cool and laughed as well.
“Oh, come on you…” he mumbled before leading her back down the short aisle as everyone laughed at the song choice as well and clapped along to their departure.
Their dinner with their friends and family was beautiful. The toasts were nice, the company was excellent, and the evening breeze was perfect to help sober everyone up just a little bit. Y/N kissed at Harry’s cheek as their fingers intertwined. He glanced down at their fingers, his free hand coming down to run over the band on her left forefinger.
“Kiss me.” He whispered and she smiled and leaned in to press their lips together sweetly for a few moments before they parted, “Can’t wait to get you in bed, angel.” He purred and she bit her lip as her eyes met his.
“You’re the absolute worst.” She said and he grinned mischievously.
There was some dancing that happened to kind of help everyone get their food down before they all went to bed. But the way Harry was grabbing at her was making her body hungry for his. Just feeling his hands around her waist and his kisses to her head and forehead were sweet, but he was trying to get her worked up.
“Baby, you look so breathtaking. I can’t get over it.” He said, “You should just wear the dress everyday.” He smiled and she smiled up at him.
“Thank you, baby. I do feel really pretty today and I mean…maybe I’ll pull it out every now and again, you know?”
“You’re pretty everyday, but this is my favorite outfit since it’s the outfit you became my wife in, so I’m a tiny bit biased.” He hummed and she giggled.
“You look handsome too. Clean up rather nice, forgot what you looked like outside of your farmer clothes.” She teased and he rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, you love it.” He said and she grinned.
“I love you in whatever aesthetic you choose.” She agreed, “My husband.” She hummed and he grinned happily before dipping down to kiss her again.
Finally everyone started to head inside, which was their cue to also head up to their room. He had to carry her up the stairs and to through their bedroom door’s threshold. And once they were inside she was completely surprised to see the romantic set up in there.
“Oh my god!” She exclaimed as he gently put her down, his arms wrapping around her waist to let her take it in. The main source of light was coming from the candles placed around the surfaces of the entire room. There were also bouquets of flowers everywhere, making the room appear lively and beautiful. After their long day, their large bed looked extremely inviting and all she wanted to do was get in it with her husband, “This is so beautiful, H.” She said turning to him and he smiled.
“Glad you like it.” He hummed with a grin as his hands landed on her waist again and ran up until his hands were over her breasts and she giggled, “I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking afternoon.” He confessed, “That neckline is… doing things for your boobs.” He said with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin, “Are you wearing a bra?”
“No. How?” She said and he side-eyed her.
“You’re a little slut!” He joked and she laughed loudly as he chuckled.
“Just for my husband.” She said meekly and he hummed, looking down at her, guiding his fingers to slip under the straps of her dress, guiding them off of her shoulders at a slow and seductive pace.
“Mmm, he’s a lucky guy.” He said through a smile before connecting their lips hungrily. After a few fiery moment his fingers travelled to the back of her dress to unfasten the buttons holding it together. Eventually he asked her to turn around as he finished getting them undone, he placed a kiss to the top of her back before she turned around.
“I’m gonna go get this off, I’ll be back.” She said and he nodded, “Take a seat on the bed for me, yeah baby?” He nodded with a bitten lip before she scurried off.
She hung her dress up and took the flower brooches she had in her hair out. She spritz on a little more perfume, straightened out the garter on her left thigh to ensure that his initials were facing the correct direction. As she looked herself over in the mirror she opted to stay in her heels and remain topless, less things to get off. She headed out and saw Harry still sitting on the bed, only his dress shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing off his many tattoos and his perfectly chiseled pecs and abs. He bit down on his lip as he watched her approach, lust immediately overcoming him as she drew closer. She had on some lacy white knickers that he just wanted to tear apart and as she reached him she just settled into his lap his eyes trailed down to her smooth thighs and smoothed over the garter, seeing his initials engraved there was doing things to him. He was a tad possessive, that didn’t seem to bother her though. She liked it, she didn’t belong anywhere in the world anymore, just with him and he was her family and the love of her life. She loved the fact that she was his to love and that he was hers too.
“That’s fucking cute. I love it.” He said with a grin, “Guess you’re all mine now.” He hummed, skimming his thumb over the material as she nodded.
“Knew you’d like it.” She smiled proudly. She squeaked as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He rushed out of his trousers and briefs, and threw off his shirt before climbing over her and kissing her lips. He was quick to move down her neck. His warm, pillowy lips were soothing down her body, she’d feel a tremble through her body when his tongue would lap out against her heated skin.
“So fucking perfect, angel.” He mumbled against her as he reached her chest.
Harry nibbled at her collarbones as his hands massaged her breasts in his big, warm palms, making her moan. She was getting impatient and he seemed to sense that because he soon dipped down to suck her nipple into his mouth. The strong pressure from his sucks caused her to whine softly at the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure. When he finally let up he gently flicked his tongue against the hardened bud, lightly skimming his teeth against it before moving to the other and repeating the actions. He worked his way down her sternum, stomach, and finally reached the band of her knickers. His tongue skimmed along the lacy elastic as his hands pushed her legs apart for him, he was so ready to taste her. He loved going down on her. He first took off her heels and dropped them beside the bed and then he hooked his fingers against the flimsy little panties she had on. She rested on her elbows, looking down to see him kiss and lick up her thighs even though she could feel her arousal dripping down her entrance.
“Fuck.” He sighed before just diving in and she gasped as he rubbed his nose and mouth into her hot and wet folds, his moans were muffled as he hummed in delight. Y/N bit down on her lip as she felt his lips pucker up against her entrance all while his nose bumped against her clit making her spine tingle and for her to grind against his face. When he finally got his tongue on her clit he coaxed would coax an orgasm from her in no time, but he let the first one fizzle out before he started building her up again. Once again, her legs were trembling as his tongue flicked at her little bundle without even giving her a moment to calm down.
“Harry, baby please!” She whined, completely overstimulated. Her fingers were pulling at his hair as her legs trembled and her tummy quivered as she felt on the brink yet again. Harry’s moans against her cunt made her absolutely weak, her eyes rolled back and just as she was about to come he pulled away making the pleasure crash and fizzle out, “Harry!” She whimpered and he hummed before pulling her swollen clit between his lips, sucking hard making her whine out and just as her thighs started to shake he let up and she sighed gratefully. He did this two more times and she was a writhing and needy mess for him. Her pussy was swollen, throbbing, and achey for a release.
“I’m gonna use my fingers now, OK?” He asked and she nodded frantically, begging him to please do it, “Don’t worry, angel.” He cooed, “I’m gonna make you come right now, OK?” She shivered at the thought and without a warning he pushed two of his fingers into her with twisting motions, making her tighten up around the digits until he was settled in to the knuckle and his finger tips grazing against her A-spot making her gasp. He moaned just watch her back arch as he stimulated that spot inside of her for a bit before twisting his wrist and then prodding into her g-spot, smoothing over the little raised area and smiling as an involuntary moan slipped out of her.
“Right there, please! I’m so close!” She begged and he lost all his control and started fingering her with more force as he brought his mouth to her clit, licking and sucking just right. Her entire body was shivering, the pressure built up inside of her was nearly overwhelming. She couldn’t help but whine out, it was all too much. Her vison was going blurry and her fingers hurt from clutching the sheets so tight. She couldn’t even take a proper deep breath, “Fuck!” She exclaimed, voice broken and hoarse.
“Come for me, angel. Come for me.” Harry encouraged and just like she let out the most erotic moan as her cum gushed past his fingers. He groaned in satisfaction, wanting to do jus this to her. He hadn’t made her squirt in a while, but he wanted her to come like she hadn’t before and as she started trembling he licked at her clit tenderly, letting her believe he was all done, but then he picked up the pace of his fingers once again, pounding hard into her as she gasped, one of her hands tangling into his hair and pulling hard. He moaned and ground his hips into the mattress, needing to feel some friction against his aching cock as he pulled his mouth back to watch her pussy pulse and squirt for him again, “Fuck.” He hummed, going harder again and watching as this finally stream was not as intense of the first two. Her legs were trying to close and her chest was heaving and her back arched as her body trembled. He was gentle as he pulled his fingers from her and kissed up her thighs, tummy, chest, neck, and finally slotted their lips together, her breathing still bated as she tried to calm down.
“You trying to kill me?” She asked with a smile and he chuckled.
“Never, just wanted to make this extra memorable.” He hummed before kissing her lips again, “Gonna grab a towel real quick OK? Everything’s kind of a wet mess.” He said and she huffed.
“Gonna have to change the sheets.” She whined, she hated changing the sheets because their bed was so large, it was at least a two man job which she often did on her own.
“Don’t worry, baby I put some extras in the drawer earlier just in case and I’ll take care of it.” He assured her and she nodded with a small smile before he hurried off and set a towel over the wet spot, “Should’ve probably done this earlier…” he chuckled before climbing back over her and she giggled, pulling him down to kiss him. Her hips lifted up to rub against his cock, it was so hard and weighing down between them. “Needy little thing.” He hummed and she smiled before kissing him again.
“Can’t help it if I crave you all the time.” She said and he grinned as he looked down at her tenderly. All the love in his heart directed right at her and he kissed her deeply, but slowly, shifting the mood from primal and desperate to loving and significant. They didn’t really make love when they had sex. Yes, on anniversaries or if they were feeling particularly lovey-dovey, but it was rare and tonight was one of those nights. Harry didn’t know what to do with everything he was feeling for her, it was seeping form his pores. Their kiss was slow and deep, full of tenderness and affection. Harry pulled back and looked down at Y/N for just a second before biting his lip, a bit nervous about what he was about to say.
“Baby, I-” he stopped himself for a moment, “I want to…try and get you pregnant.” He said swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat. The idea of having a child scared him, but he wanted that with her, so badly, he was willing to face the nerves of it all.
“Tonight?” She asked in surprise and he nodded.
“Yeah, tonight and every single night until you’ve got our baby right in here.” He hummed as his hand rested low on her tummy and she bit her lip. Her heart pounding with nerves, excitement, joy? She wasn’t sure, but overall the feeling was good, “What do you think? Want to start trying to have a baby with me?” He asked her and she smiled lightly and nodded.
“Yeah, H.” She agreed and he was beaming like she’d never seen before.
“Really? Want to have a baby with me?” He asked again, as if he couldn’t believe she was agreeing and she nodded.
“Of course. I’ve never wanted to have a life like this with anyone but you. Never even dreamed of it.” She assured him, gently touching his jaw while she spread her legs for him, letting his erection press against her wet folds and he moaned, “Want everything with you, H.” She whispered and he smiled against her lips as he angled himself down and thrust into her. They moaned in unison, eyes growing hazy at the feeling of being connected in this way. The way they’d both been craving all day.
His thrusts were slow but precise. She would never grow tired of their bodies moving together like this. It was all soft wet sounds of their bodies meeting and little pants and whines of pleasure intermingling between them. Her legs were tight around his hips, pulling him in as close as possible. His pelvis digging perfectly against her to bring some stimulation to her throbbing little clit.
“I love you so much.” She whispered between them and he smiled.
“I love you too. Everything about you, baby.” He responded, “Make me feel wild.” He grunted and she gasped when he started to thrust faster, the pace he was going at nearly matching that of her pounding heart, “Can’t even imagine how hungry I’ll be for you when we find out you’re pregnant with my baby. Gonna spoil you rotten.” He panted, her eyes rolling back as his cock hit right into the spot that was surely going to be her end. She was already so on edge from the way he had made her come before and now this lethal combination of his cock and his words…it was overwhelming.
“Harry!” That’s all she could whimper as her walls started to throb and tighten around him, making his movements stutter, “So fucking good!” She gasped.
“Why’s it so good, angel?” He asked, “is it the sex or the thought of me fucking you to give you a baby? Huh?” She moaned as her skin became covered in goosebumps at his words and he smiled, “That’s it isn’t it? Want me to fuck a baby into you?” She moaned again, her body shuddering and he grunted as her walls clenched around him, “Love me so much that you’d let me breed that fertile little pussy, isn’t that right?” He grunted as he started thrusting harder. She felt like she was on fire. The pleasure swimming through her body was reaching it’s peak.
“Yeah, baby! Please!” She implored as her legs and tummy started tensing up.
“Come for me and I’ll give you my cum.” He panted and she nodded, “Need to feel you come around my cock.” He grunted, his own body starting to tremble as the pleasure seemed to overload.
Y/N’s heart was pounding erratically, she was so on edge and so full of love for him that it just exploded and with a soft cry she started to fall apart under him. The pleasure was steamrolling through her body, causing her eyes to shut and her back to arch up into Harry. Her fingers dug hard into his shoulders, desperate for some grounding as she felt her legs trembling without her permission.
“Oh fuck…” Harry sighed, his eyes shutting tight as Y/N’s walls became even more hot and slick with her orgasm, “Gonna fill you up, angel. Give you every. Single. Drop. Of my cum.” He grunted with each thrust, loving the feeling of her nails biting and digging at his back. His abs were flexed hard so much it hurt and the air was minimal in his lungs, “Oh fuck, baby. Gonna come for you.” He moaned before pressing deep as he could until he felt his cock flush against her cervix. Y/N gasped at the slight bit of pain before he started grinding into her as he groaned and filled her up. Her eyes shut tight and her exhales were shaky as his orgasm lengthened her own. He buried his face in her neck as he trembled and she ran her shaky fingers through his sweaty curls, helping to bring him down from it all.
“I love you, baby. Love you so much.” She whispered before kissing the side of his head and he hummed low, still trying to catch his breath.
After they settled down for a little bit they just laid there, holding each other close in silence. Both of them happily thinking silently about what the future would hold for them. His lips skimmed against her warm and soft skin every now and again, making her tingle. He moaned as she scratched at his scalp with the perfect amount of pressure, causing his hips to rut against her and they both gasped softly. He didn’t dare tear his body from hers, not yet.
“Sorry, baby. Feels good when you do tha’.” He mumbled and she smiled.
“S’alright.” She cooed and proceeded her actions.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you want to have a baby boy or girl?” He asked and she smiled.
“Don’t really have a preference.” She said and he hummed, “Do you?”
“Not really.” He whispered, “Although, for selfish reasons I want a little boy so Arlo can have a friend to play with.” He hummed and she smiled.
“Yeah actually, that’d be cute.” She mused and he nodded against her before lifting himself up to look into her eyes. She smiled at him, taking in his gorgeous and god-sculpted features. He was the light of her life.
“I promise I’m gonna take such good care of you, angel.” He spoke quietly but firmly, “I’ll do anything I can to keep you happy and comfortable and safe. You and our baby, whoever they’ll be. I love you.”
“I love you.” She smiled.
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hnhnhnhnhngghhg I just want Alastor to start being pulled into the Hotel's nonsense more. That stupid attention starved lonely asshole needs to be folded into the cringefail found family against his will.
Alastor being aroace + overpowered + creepy overlord has probably completely solidified in his mind the belief that the only way he can gain human interaction is by being annoying and forcing his presence on other people.
I NEED him to get snapped in half like a twig in some fight and Charlie going nephilim protective mode and bridal carry him back to the hotel like: Oh no our favourite creepy deer boy, we can't have our happy family without our favourite creepy deer! Get loved you idiot.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#not a ship this is a platonic bridal carry#alastor getting a family without having to compromise his aceness is actually so important to me#I mean I do like shipping him romantically in some fics but in canon I just really want him to get friends
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wyllstarion chronicles
i ran out of wholesome wyllstarion ideas so i decided to shitpost because i physically cant stop drawing them (this is a cry for help ples give me drawing suggestions thank u)
#i tolf myself i'd draw a solo wyll illustration#but that meant i'd need to render fully and shit#no thanks heart eyes emoji#i need to suck it up and RENDER for once#maybe i can compromise on just posting a sketch 😭#last pic was partially inspired by that new fic asidian posted#becaus i wanted to draw wyll whump based on the fic#but i realized the pose i had in mind was beyond my capabilities#so i had to draw something silly instead#bg3#wyllstarion#bloodblade#bloodpact#wyll ravengard#astarion#wyll x astarion#farts n sharts#<art tag lol
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Just reading some comics and saw a panel I thought you might like. :)
ah fuck, characters reminiscing always get to me ;__;
but i will never ever get over that fond way these two talk to and abt each other. especially when they’re poking fun, you can just hear the love in their voice it’s SICK.
the halbarry love language is annoying each other, but even more than that, it’s being each other’s exceptions
#panels#sent to me#halbarry#hal jordan#green lantern#barry allen#the flash#dc#danswers#the halbarry love language/exceptions thing btw is a whole thesis i have in my brain#their love language incompatibilities; their willingness to compromise and make it work; the way they’ve never had a friend like this#hal esp is almost like a completely different person around barry. like he’s still Hal ofc but it’s obvious that he’s never navigated a#relationship like this before. yes i’m talking abt ‘what do you guys see in each other?’ / ‘yk… i have no idea! ☺️’#hal is so aro-coded for someone i don’t hc as aromantic. and that’s only bc barry came along (another whole thesis o’ mine…)#god literally the rare exceptions to each other#been thinking abt writing a halbarry fic abt their love languages (5 chapters 1 love language for each)#not rly sure what that’d even be abt but i do think abt this often so maybe writing smith would help me process/explore/share my analysis +#interpretations of how that works between them#idk i’m not a writer we’ll just have to see
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"anakin slinks back into their house at least once a month with a dead sith in his mouth like a very deadly house cat" - 100/10 no notes this is hilarious :D
anakin is a surly cat who was accidentally domesticated, escaped into the wild, and honestly obi-wan knows it’s bad for the environment (the galaxy around them), but it’s literally exhausting to keep him inside all the time. obi-wan is sore and frankly tuckered out (the only activity he has found that anakin likes more than the occasional murder is sex)
it’s enough that he knows anakin always comes back after a few hours outside (yeah usually dripping in remnants of bloody crime lol) - and all obi-wan has to do to ensure anakin stays very close is mention that he thinks he’s going to invite one of the neighbors over sometime soon.
leave it vague. leave anakin guessing. he can’t kill ALL their neighbors. obi-wan would be cross
#asks#obikin#throat fic au#What interests me most about this fic is the power struggle between the two#like it’s so much compromise#to meet in the middle#anakin sacrifices all his sithy plans#and obi-wan sacrifices a majority of his Jedi ideals and his Jedi future#cause when push came to shove obi-wan didn’t throw himself on the grenade to save the galaxy#but because he didn’t want the grenade to explode without taking him with it (anakin is the grenade)#they can’t be normal about each other
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New HOTD Daughters-verse Fic!
Title: Compromise and Being Compromised
Rating: E (for eventual smut; it’ll take a little time to get there)
Pairings: Aemond/OC (primary), Aegon/OC, Daeron/OC (different OCs, no love triangles)
Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Targaryen prince in possession of a large ego must be in want of:
✅ A strong grasp of history and philosophy
✅ Mastery of the blade
✅ The largest dragon in the world
❌ Some goddamn respect from his family
❌ A Velaryon bride who happens to be the heir to Driftmark (optional, but not really).
Or: Lucera is a second daughter who is never good enough, and Aemond is a second son who is never satisfied. It takes a lost eye, at least one failed marriage proposal, and years of heartache before they both finally learn to compromise so they can have what they really want.
Notable tags: Genderbending, No Dance, Angst, Multi-Year Time Span, Mutual Pining
#my writing#hotd fanfic#hotd fic#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon fic#aemond fanfiction#aemond fic#aemond x oc#aemond targaryen fanfic#Aemond targaryen fic#female lucerys velaryon#compromise and being compromised
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Bruce isn't the best parent, but a chunk of the issue is that he's an only child. Should he stop Jason and Dick from throwing Damian back and forth like a human ball? Is Tim threatening to bite Cass an issue? Are those death threats serious or not? The poor man is an only child trying to run herd on at least a half dozen feral siblings. He exists in a state of constant confusion.
I.
This isn’t to be mean, but that is simply not the case.
I keep getting bad parent bruce takes and it sucks because all of them aren’t even proper reasoning for his character.
I’m just using you as an example, but hear me out.
Bruce is an extremely smart person, Homie has watched movies and read books, he can learn from situations around him that things are sibling things. Sure, he was excluded as a kid, but that isn’t nearly the main issue why he isn’t the best parent.
homie has so much shit wrong with him, he’s emotionally just not there, he keeps himself stuck in a perpetual state of grief and mourning for his parents of a thing that happened when he was a child, he has been trained by assassins and has experienced loss and pain to an insane extent, he has such an insane extent of paranoia and trust issues that it affects his daily life, is definitely autistic, and has issues with social cues.
I’m trying to properly articulate just why that’s not the case but my brain isn’t working with me so I’m handing this over to my twin @bonebrokebuddy who is far more articulate than me.
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Hi, it's Billy, Bones's twin writing because Bones had a hard time putting this into words and I'm more of a canon nitpick than her.
Uh- have you ever. And I mean even once, met an only child.
I promise, if you read even a singular comic, you could tell this take is incredibly out of character.
Bruce isn’t a good parent. He’s also not a bad parent. He loves his kids. He literally could not stop them from pulling dumb shit if they tried and putting themselves into danger.
Bruce is the worlds greatest detective. He knows how to spot and detect emotions and trouble in his kids. He’s The Worlds Greatest Detective.
His issue with being a parent likely comes from having Alfred as a father figure. Imagine having a dad that you can fire at any time, you pay so they can stay with you, and can just leave at any moment if they don’t approve of the person they work for. That will severely fuck up a kid.
His issue isn’t that he’s an only child, it’s that it’s every Robin’s god given right to go against and defy Batman’s orders whenever possible because kids are viscous little buggers who don’t like being told “you can’t do that” even if it’s for their own health, they’ll do it anyway.
After you’ve taught your kids how to exist in deadly situations, they think they’re invincible when it’s because Bruce is doing all he fucking can to make sure his kids don’t get hurt. If they feel like they can make the world a better place, they’ll do it, regardless of the risk because they’re inherently self sacrificing and good people.
Bruce’s issue with parenting is due to his relationship with his kids. Again, it isn’t that he’s an only child, it’s that the kids he adopted are their own people and they are even more stubborn and bad at communication as him.
Even more so, it’s due to the dang narrative.
Conflict between Bruce and his kids that cause them to separate has been the backstory for plenty of solo batkid runs to endure Batman isn’t as involved or the main focus of the run.
Narrative tension is literally the cause of all the bad parent decisions for Bruce, because conflict drives narrative or miscommunications cause the story to lengthen and complicate itself
it’s not as easy as “Bruce is bad dad” because he’s Not. Bruce is good with kids! He has a pouch in his utility belt specifically with suckers for kids!
But Bruce isn't a great world star dad either. He definitely inherited his ability to communicate with people outside crisis situations largely from trainers around the world and his arms-length-distance-at-all-times distance relationship with the butler who raised him.
Despite him being good with kids, his kids have lives of their own with morals and opinions of their own that conflict and clash constantly. It’s not a simple case of “Bruce is a bad dad.”
It’s a case of “everyone has slightly different opinions and approaches to situations so occasionally conflict happens when they clash or interfere with each other” because it’s a comic that tells a story!
Anyways, my recommendation? Pick up a comic. And preferably? Read it. Or watch BTAS if it’s more accessible to you. either works.
This opinion isn't your fault most likely, just the quality of the DC fan-content you've been consuming that are incredibly removed from the comics. If you want, DM me at @bonebrokebuddy and I can send you some good quality DC fics with in-character Bruce.
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Bones here again,
That basically sums up the exact stuff I couldn’t properly describe. I was using you more as an example because I have dozens of bad parent bruce takes in my inbox and I am 90% sure that the cause of them is that they simply haven’t read anything about the character.
Read a comic, read some strictly DC fanfiction, watch some of the many many TV shows and animated movies, there are even motion comics free online to watch that have voice acting and everything!
Being an only child doesn’t make you a bad father.
#bones rants#both Billy and I were just a tad annoyed sorry#just please pick up a comic#please. read a fanfic or watch literally any DC content.#bones replies#dc#dc comics#billy replies#billy rants#billy here. had to edit my text convo from what bones originally posted bc ya boy swears too much over text and it came out as mean. my bad#so now its in a more neutral tone.#but genuinely. read batman year one. or something.#dm me if you want incharacter fic recs. some of them show bruce as a flawed parent (bc he is) but that doesnt make him a bad dad#it just shows how he's not great at communication and therefore not superb at compromise.#bruce is wacky intelligent. hes also got the tism vibes in communication with his kids
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Target Acquired
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6502
Warnings: Canon typical violence, flashback scenes, time jumps, and not enough Bucky. Somewhat angst. necessary filler to make sense of what's coming next.
Author’s Note: I KID YOU NOT I TRIED TO MAKE THIS A PART 2 WITH A FLUFFY ENDING AND IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE! So you get an in-between part to lead to the fluff. Don't come for me. I swear the next part to this will end in fluff. Even if it ends up being over 10k 😅 Please be sure to read Compromised before diving into this one! As a reminder please go and follow @xxwritemeastoryxxlibrary and turn on notifications so you never miss a new fic!
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“I’m going to ask this one more time.” There was hurt in his voice and every part of him hoped that the answer he now had in his mind was wrong. “Who is your mission?”
“You.”
“I know you don’t owe me any favors, and I definitely don’t deserve this, but please. Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show.” She watched as his eyes hadn’t changed as he kept them on her. “Please. The others don’t need to hear about this right now and I promise that I’ll be gone by sunrise.”
He stood there for a moment, taking her in one last time. For the briefest of moments, this was his Y/N that he was looking at. The woman he had loved with everything he could give. She wasn’t the enemy that had been standing in front of him. Nor was she the woman that broke his heart several times within their conversation tonight.
The pain in his chest shattered the illusion a moment later and all he could see and feel was the betrayal from her. The lies he had heard over the years on a loop in his mind as he looked into her eyes. He couldn’t give her the whole night she was asking for. He didn’t even know if he’d be capable of giving her any time longer than him walking out of this room.
“I’ll give you until your candles are out.” He said as he shook her hand off of his and opened the door. “That’s the only time you’ll get. After that it’s fair game.”
Party decorations were still displayed throughout the area. The table that sat off to the side and held several stacks of presents were left untouched. The party atmosphere that had been in full swing several hours ago had been sucked out the moment unease settled within the air.
Bucky didn’t want to talk about why Y/N had left so quickly after she had blown out her candles. Their friends had bombarded Bucky with several questions, trying to figure out what happened. But eventually the different questions had caused Bucky to quickly get up from his seat and leave the room.
He made his way back into the side office he had been occupying earlier. In his rush to leave the room to give himself some space from Y/N, he didn’t grab the file. And as he made his way back into that room, the contents of it had been neatly tucked back into that file.
His eyebrow raised as he moved towards it. The last time he had seen it, the contents of the file had been spread out on the desk, with every piece of information on display. For it to be put back as neatly as it had been, he knew Y/N had been back here as well.
Proof that it had in fact been her had been the single sticky note that had been left on the front of the file. Her writing was easily recognizable to Bucky. And as his eyes scanned the words, he couldn’t stop the mixed emotions that bubbled within him.
It's yours to do with as you please.
Beneath that had been several words and phrases that wouldn't make sense to anyone else. But to Bucky they were code words he only knew the meaning to. A secret language the two had created for themselves. Even though his eyes read the different words on the paper, he could only hear the translation in his mind.
Forgive me. You have my heart. I’ll be there if you need me.
Bucky’s fleshed fingers ran over the words on the sticky note before pulling it off and crumpling it up in his hand before tossing it in the trash can beside the desk. There shouldn’t have been the warm familiarity of seeing the code words, but there was. There shouldn’t have been the slightest bit of guilt seeping through the anger and betrayal he felt. But the guilt reared its head like an annoying thorn.
“Why can’t you just answer the question?”
“Because it isn’t necessary! I left. I made the choice to be better. You got to do the same. Why is it any different with me?”
Her voice rang in his ears at the memory. The conversation was just hours old and Bucky was still playing it back as if it just happened. The guilt that poked through the anger constantly reached for that exact moment. The exact words eating at him.
Was her situation the same? Definitely not. But had she done as he had and left the grasp of Hydra and done better since then? He knew she had. He knew she had worked harder since that night he found her sitting in his doorway. She had proved time and time again that she could be trusted. That she was one of them as the years followed.
“Because I don’t know how I can trust you without knowing all of the facts.”
His own voice played through his mind as the memory continued. His voice shot back at her as he took that step closer to her to keep her from leaving. His anger and hurt laced within his words as he said them. He believed that anyone else would understand how he was feeling. He was sure they’d understand why moments later he had told her to leave.
Bucky had all the information he needed right in front of him. It pointed to all the right reasons why Y/N shouldn’t be around him or the team. Why he feared whatever ties she may currently still have to the organization he fought so hard to escape. And the one person he had opened his heart to had been working for them. Yet, the guilt laid there under the anger telling him that he had taken it too far.
Grabbing a hold of the file, he walked out of the room, returning to the common area. He could have waited until the morning to tell the others. He could have waited a few days to process everything. But he knew he wouldn’t have been able to handle the questions that would come if didn’t deal with it now.
“I don’t see her just up and leaving like that.” Tony’s voice carried over as he spoke with the others. “Did something happen between them that she would need time away?”
“I doubt it.” It was Sam’s voice that came next. “They had been gone for a bit earlier. He came out before her and there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary.”
“She left because I told her to leave.” Bucky made his presence known as he walked over to the table they were sitting around.
He hadn't missed the shocked looks he had received the moment the words left his lips. The furrowed brows mixed in with the widened eyes was something he was used to around here. He watched as Tony opened his mouth to speak before Bucky started once more.
“There was something she mentioned some time ago that didn’t sit right with me. I tried to ignore it but after a few weeks I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.” His eyes moved to Steve for a moment before looking at the others. “‘Being free from the memories tied to it makes it easier to get the job done.’ Were her exact words that I couldn’t get out of my head.”
“That could have meant anything.” Tony shook his head. “We say a lot of things around here that sound weird out of context.”
“How many SHIELD agents do you know that can relate to having memories taken away?” Bucky asked. “Because all the agents that came over besides her never experienced anything like that.”
“She was Hydra.” Steve said with a disappointed look forming on his face.
“No.” Natasha added. “There’s no way she was. There would have been some kind of information on her.” She looked over to Tony. “Your A.I. would have picked up on something.”
“I wondered the same thing.” Bucky said, catching their attention. “I wondered how someone could have gotten through not only your defenses but kept a low enough profile to not have anything on record anywhere. So I asked someone that I knew was good at digging.” He looked over the others before his eyes landed on Natasha. He knew if anyone was going to understand, it was going to be her. “Phantom.”
The others watched as Natasha’s eyes widened the moment the words left Bucky’s lips. She shook her head quickly after. “No. There’s no way that can be her.”
“I didn’t want to believe it at first.” Bucky tossed the file on the table in front of him. It slid across the top and came to a stop in front of Natasha. “But it’s hard to ignore all of the signs when they’re in bold flashing letters.”
“Wait, who is Phantom?” Sam asked, looking between Bucky and Natasha. “Isn’t that the woman Scott had to deal with?”
“No.” Steve shook his head. “I believe that was Ghost.”
“Phantom,” Bucky said, getting their attention once again. “was used more frequently by Hydra. Never hand in hand on missions with the Winter Soldier or else I would have remembered her. I remember it being said where the second batch of Winter Soldiers failed, Phantom was their success.”
“While in the Red Room we heard stories about a girl who was purchased by Hydra the day before her ‘graduation ceremony’.” Natasha added. She hadn’t missed the grimaces on some of their faces when she said ‘purchased’. “Phantom was to be their saving grace. It was said Phantom could get in and out of wherever easily with whatever information was needed in record time. Put Phantom undercover for 24 hours and they’ve got everything they need to overthrow the target in 12 hours.” Her eyes moved to the file that she hadn’t touched yet. She shook her head before sliding the file towards the middle before looking up at Bucky. “It's not her. Or else we would have been in shambles years ago.”
“It wasn’t the Avengers she was trying to dismantle.” It was the tone of Bucky’s voice that clued the others in on what her Mission was. “When I confronted her, she admitted that her mission was to infiltrate and report information that was deemed useful to Hydra while waiting for her orders about her main target." He paused for a moment. “When I came to the compound, I knew there was something off. I felt it in my gut when I first met her. But she had been thick as thieves with most of you so I put that feeling aside. And after some time of letting that guard down I let her in not knowing that I was her mission.”
Steve shook his head. “If that were true, she would have attempted to take you out at some point. We would have known.”
“Unless she had a change of heart.” It was Tony's voice that spoke up.
Tony had taken the file and begun going through it while the others continued to speak. The amount of information that it held was astonishing to Tony. How FRIDAY had missed any of this had stumped him.
Every search that had been done on candidates had been thorough. Sealed records and even crimes that one may think had been brushed under the rug would have been found. Yet everything in the file was news to him.
Sighing, Tony gently tossed an image onto the table. It was a photo they had seen before. A destroyed Hydra base they had no explanation for. “We were wondering who our mystery vigilante was that took down that Hydra base. It makes sense. She spends a bit of time with a kindred spirit and when given her mission, she can’t go through with it.”
“Hydra would have pulled her out if she was compromised.” Nat shook her head.
“Not if it meant getting our attention that she was gone.” Steve added.
“And wiping her memories would have risked the mission.” A huff of a scoff passed Bucky’s lips as a thought crossed his mind and shook his head. At one point she would have been breaking through the brainwashing Hydra had put her through. The nightmares she’d occasionally have along with her moments of spacing out, remembering something. All the same things he had gone through, just not at the same intensity. “All of the signs were right there and I didn’t see them.”
“None of us did.” Sam said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“The question we should be asking now is do we trust her enough that she’s actually changed?” Tony asked as he looked at the others. “Or should we be on full alert that the one person who knows way too much about us is out there with no alliance?”
It was that question that Bucky couldn't bring himself to say anything. His mind and emotions were everywhere and he couldn't give an answer. He had been on the opposite side of things this time. He hadn't been the one on the run. He hadn't been the one with all eyes on him.
"I am not Hydra anymore! If you’re going to take anything away from this, please let that be it.”
And it was as her voice rang through his head once more that the guilt poked through again and hooked on. He shouldn’t have just let her leave like he had. Not for the fear of what she could possibly do, but for the fact that while he had gotten a new chance, he practically tied the noose around her neck for her.
ONE AND A HALF YEARS LATER
Old floorboards creaked as Y/N walked across the room with a ceramic mug in her hand. She walked over towards the small window in the kitchen that gave her the perfect vantage point of the neighborhood. There was some peace that came over Y/N every morning that she came to stand by it. She had only been in this apartment for a few weeks, but there was always a need to keep checking to make sure she was in the clear.
After leaving the compound, she jumped from place to place constantly to ensure she stayed under the radar. She wasn’t sure what to expect in the weeks that followed. She expected many of the people that she cared about to come looking for her. She expected to be arrested for the details that came to light.
Instead, when she occasionally picked a familiar safe house to stay in from time to time, she’d find messages directly to her. Messages asking for her to get in contact with a few of them. Most of the notes had been from Natasha. But no matter how many times she missed the people she cared about she couldn’t bring herself to respond. Soon she stopped going to the familiar places and stuck with the occasional rundown apartment.
Her eyes scanned the buildings across the way before moving down to the civilians down below on the busy streets. She watched as several vendors sold their items from time to time or watched as the schools of children ran home the moment the time came. Always searching for something that stood out in the familiarity of things. Even after moving around for over a year and across the world, her routine never changed.
No matter how free she had been with the Avengers, she was now someone who was alone. She was someone without any ties to an organization and that meant someone would always come knocking. And Y/N knew that some of them wouldn’t come with a container of cookies.
As she brought the mug up to her lips, her mind instantly went to Bucky and how he would have enjoyed this little town. How even though the streets were crowded, she had mostly been left alone. As the thought played through her mind, it didn’t stop the ache in her chest from forming. No matter how much time had passed, she still missed him.
Maybe she didn’t deserve to miss him. Not after what she had been keeping from him. She tried so hard to bury her past and keep it under for it to only be uncovered by Bucky. She deserved his anger and how easy it was for him to ask her to leave. If she was being honest, she had expected many things to come from that night, but staying under the radar hadn’t been one of them.
A part of her wanted there to be a message from Bucky waiting for her when she stopped by one of the familiar safe houses. Yet there never was. Not that she was expecting there to be. She knew Bucky could possibly never forgive her. If he had…even then she wouldn’t know. Not when she tried hard to make sure she lived like the namesake that was forced upon her.
Shaking her head slightly, her eyes moved along the alley way at the far end of the street. Her eyes instantly fell on the shade the building provided and the man standing within the shadows. He was by himself and scanning the crowd in front of him. She would have thought he had been waiting for someone until he turned slightly and she caught a glimpse of a handgun attached to his hip.
Her eyes hesitantly moved from his figure as she began scanning once more. As she did, she found another standing by one of the vendors. His appearance stood out in the crowd. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand as she watched the second one for a moment. His movements were quick, but she watched as his hand fiddled with the comms in his ear.
When she found a third making his way up the fire escape across the street from her building, that had become her queue to get out of there. After setting the mug on the counter, she began moving around the small space and collected her essentials. Her pace is quick, but thorough.
Moving from place to place meant keeping things light at all times. Her getaway bag had maps and tools she needed to ensure she could get from one place to another. Tucked in a hidden pocket in the back of the bag, she had a yellow envelope with small mementos of her life before leaving the compound. Once she had what she needed she was out the door.
"There's my favorite rogue agent." A feminine voice came over the low murmurs of patrons speaking around them.
Y/N's eyes rolled as she finally turned her attention to the woman that had been speaking. "What do you want, Valentina?"
The moment Y/N heard Valentina step into the area, she had known she had overstayed her welcome in the city. She may have been across the country from the Avengers Compound, but it apparently wasn’t far enough for her to show up.
“You mean I can’t come and visit you while you plan out your next move to completely avoid your ex boyfriend?” A close to genuine chuckle passed Valentina’s lips as she continued to move closer to Y/N before taking a seat next to her in a small cafe. “I must say you’ve gone soft over the years. The Y/N I knew when we first met wouldn’t have let someone such as James Barnes to drive her away. Let alone turn her back on not one but two organizations she showed loyalty to.”
“There’s a reason one of those organizations no longer exists and most members are dead.” Y/N’s eyes never left Valentina’s. She didn’t trust the woman at all and with her being there now, it couldn’t be good. “Some people refuse to be puppets.”
A small smirk pulled at the woman’s lips. “Yet here you are, hiding out in a cafe after spending the day on rooftops to get even the smallest glimpse of the man you betrayed. Seems to me he’s still holding the strings.” She watched as Y/N shifted through her emotions for the briefest of moments. “Such a shame the betrayal happened on your birthday. Must have been one hell of a party.”
Before the words completely left Valentina’s lips, Y/N had her gun cocked and aimed at Valentina from under the table. While any other time she wouldn’t move to make a scene, Y/N acted on her emotions. “You were his informant. You handed him the file.”
Valentina rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Oh sweets, I have someone else to do my dirty work. I simply provided the information at a higher link."
Valentina may have heard the sound of the gun cocking back, but she made no move to act on it. She was calling Y/N’s bluff. It was a crowded cafe and she knew Y/N wouldn’t intentionally cause a midday scene with the Avengers still in the city.
"What is it that you gain from giving it to him?" She asked with a raised brow. "Or was it for the satisfaction that you still have some ties into my life?"
A huff of a chuckle passed Valentina's lips as her eyes never left Y/N. "I did it because if given the right persuasion, I'd gain you without any loyalties to anyone or any organization."
“Wrong move. Because I’d rather be retired than have any kind of ties with you.”
“What if I told you I happen to come into possession of something that can remove that trigger in your head. Would you change your mind?"
"I'd call you a liar and still want nothing from you. I'm safe from my triggers. They don't exist anymore."
A huff came from Valentina. "You should know that there are a few others that are interested in having you with them. I'm your best shot at not letting you fall into the wrong hands. They're building from the ground up."
Y/N's eyebrow raised slightly. "I think I'll take my chances."
This wasn't the first time she was forced to move because someone had found her. After her interaction with Valentina, she was always keeping her guard up. Her past made her a valuable asset to have. Many tried bribing her before she kept herself under the radar. Others were planning on a more forceful approach.
Y/N wasn’t stupid. She knew that there was the possibility that there was someone out there that was crazy enough to try and keep Hydra going. While the Avengers and herself had taken out the bases, she knew there were smaller factions that were waiting for their big break. Their big break being the woman that can easily get what they wanted quickly.
Following her escape route should have been easy. She had timed it out twice since moving in and it had been an effective way out of the town. If her pursuers hadn’t seen her yet, she’d be able to get away in record time. If they had, she'd have to find a way to push the time.
The moment she reached ground level, she began merging herself in with the small crowds around the vendors. Her pathway out of town was to the west and from where she currently stood. Her eyes are constantly moving, taking in every detail to ensure her escape as quickly as possible.
Two vendors down, she took note of the man she saw from her window. She watched as his eyes moved from the booth he was looking at, up to the apartments. No doubt looking at the window she had been standing in not too long ago.
As she carefully made her way, she kept her eyes focused on the vendors as she passed him while keeping her ears open. She needed to know their current stance before making a run for it. The moment she was in proximity of him, she had been able to hear the partial conversations he had been having through his comms.
“She was just there.” There was a pause as he listened. Y/N stiffened a bit as her hand ran over a necklace hanging in front of her. Don’t run. It will bring unwanted attention. “Search the area. She couldn’t have gotten far.”
With that, Y/N moved in between two of the vendors before making her way down the street. She had almost been to the alleyway she had marked for her escape when she caught sight of another agent walking out of that exact alley way.
Quickly thinking, she walked into the small tourist shop she had been in front of. The shop had several aisles of shelving that were filled with trinkets. She moved her way through the little shop, knowing there was a back entrance she could slip out through.
"Alleyway clear."
The moment the words were said, she backtracked her steps and moved back into the aisles. Shit. Her thoughts played as her eyes moved towards the front of the shop. She watched as two others ran right past the window of the shop.
Knowing she was surrounded this time sent a spike of fear through her body. Her mind raced through several ways this could play out. One, she could fight her way out with the attention it would bring and run with the ability to lay low. Two, she'd fight and die in the process because she wouldn't let anyone take her to manipulate her. And then there was the third option.
It was an option that she didn't know if it would work at all. She could lay low for as long as she needed to in order to get a message out before fighting long enough before being captured. But it was a matter if the person receiving the message would care enough to act on it.
She bit her lips as she watched the agents from the opposite end of the street begin to close in. "Option three it is."
She worked quickly to get the items she needed. Grabbing a postcard from the rotating rack, she made sure it had the little shop’s name on it. Second, she grabbed a small decorative box that had been on the shelf across the way.
With both in hand, she began making her way towards the shop owner that had been standing there watching her the whole time. His eyebrow was raised with a small scowl on his lips as she approached the counter and she gave a soft smile, placing the items on the counter.
She had been in his shop only once before. But it had been enough to know she could use him to help get her message out. Even now she could see the way the news clippings and posters of her former teammates hung directly behind him.
"What if I told you I can get the Avengers to show up here to your shop?" She asked as she pulled out her old Avengers patch from her tactical suit and placed it on top of the items. The scowl on his face slowly formed into a smile and she knew she was in.
It wasn't long after he had helped her get things in order when she heard the front door open. She could hear the heavy boots hit the tiled floor.
Perfect timing. She thought as she gave the shop owner one more smile. "Sorry for any damage that's about to happen."
The moment she finished, she felt a hand grab a hold of her shoulder. Out of instinct and all her years of training, Y/N was able to flip the agent over onto his back. A knife was easily in her hand, stabbing him right in the neck before he had even hit the ground.
Another set of hands reached for her before she blocked his movements with her own arm. It allowed her to turn and face him as she dodged his blows and before swiping her legs right under his. With his fall, he crashed against one of the shelves of trinkets causing a shattering mess of figurines.
As he moved to get up, Y/N looked around for anything to use to her advantage. At least that was until the shop owner held out a crowbar towards her. Her eyebrow raised for a moment before she shrugged and took a hold of it. Without a second thought, she swung the crowbar, hitting his head with full force, sending him back into the broken glass.
A scoff passed her lips as she took in the mess before her. It had felt way too easy to her. She hadn’t even come close to breaking a sweat. Neither of them seemed prepared for what she was capable of. If they really wanted to take her down, it was going to take a lot more than they had been giving.
Placing the crowbar on the counter, she leaned down and pulled the knife still lodged in the first agent. “Mail that out quickly. When they get here, make sure you stick-”
“To the instructions you gave.” The shop owner rolled his eyes. He motioned towards the front door. “If you’d be so kind as to leave before more of them come and cause more damage.”
She pulled the knife out quickly before she was moving out the door. It gave her the chance to move along a few of the shops towards the other alleyway she knew would make it out of the block to exit the town. Turning into it, she began running.
As she neared the end, she braced herself for whatever would come next. Her escape had been too easy. Agents had barely put up a fight. And in the back of her mind, she knew. This is where they get her.
The moment she ran out past the exit of the alley a shuddered gasp left her lips. A jolt of electricity pulsed through her body, immobilizing her. She fought to keep the scream that bubbled in her throat at bay, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing it. When she fell to the ground, she watched as the shadows of agents moved in on her. Before darkness could consume her, she watched as one of them stood over her.
“Welcome back to the fold, Phantom.”
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"Man, it sure is good to be back." Sam said the moment he stepped off the ramp of the quinjet.
"Debrief is in an hour. Don't get too comfortable." Steve added as the rest of them made their way towards the compound.
A few groans filled the air before they went their separate ways. Some of them went towards their rooms to free themselves from the tactical gear they were in. Others, in an attempt to not fully relax before the debrief, went into the common area.
"Looks like we've gotten mail." Wanda noted as she walked past the countertop they were on, heading for the fridge.
"Does anyone else find it odd that you actually get mail here?" Clint asked.
Sam collected the small stack of mail and started going through it. As he did he began handing them out the people currently in the room.
"Can't hide from the bill collectors." Natasha joked as she reached out and got the singular piece of mail from Sam.
"Bill collectors or fan mail." Sam added. When he reached the bottom of the stack an eyebrow raised. "Well that's a first." His eyes caught as Bucky moved further towards the seats by the back wall. "Barnes actually has mail." He began moving towards Bucky.
"What, junk mail?" Bucky joked as he sat himself down in the arm chair.
“Looks like fan mail.” Sam said as he handed him the post card. “Though it doesn’t say who it’s from or why they sent it.”
Bucky’s eyebrow raised as he took a hold of the postcard. A foreign gift shop covered the front of it. It was a place Bucky had never seen let alone heard the name of. When he turned the card over, he instantly knew who it was from.
Y/N’s writing had been rushed. The Compound’s address is written along with his name. Right in the open block for a message had only been one single word. It took a moment before recognition registered in his brain at the phrase, causing him to quickly stand from his seat.
“Hypothetical scenario,” Y/N said as she looked over at Bucky as he looked out the window, keeping an eye on the target. She could see the way he slightly shook his head with a small smile pulling at his lips at her words before she even began. It was something she always did with him when they were stuck playing the waiting game. “If anything were to happen that we got separated and went missing. How would you let me know you were alive?”
Bucky spared a glance over at Y/N. “By showing up and proving that I can’t be easily gotten rid of.” His eyes moved back to the target. “I doubt with the technology Stark has, there’d ever be a need for this scenario.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Okay then let’s add onto the scenario. We’re not working with the Avengers and we’re two rogue agents out there in the world. Someone attempts to take us out and we need to lay low after that attempt to make sure it’s clear. How would you let me know you were okay?”
Bucky sighed and thought about it for a moment. “Postcard of where we are.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Send it to a previously discussed location. Maybe the next safehouse we planned. With a code word that makes no sense to anyone else.”
“What would the code word be?” She asked as she got up from her spot to go stand beside him.
“For safe?” He watched from his peripheral as she nodded. Her eyes on their target. His mind could only think of one thing. The first time he knew he loved Y/N was over breakfast after an exhausting mission. One where pancakes may have burned since they had been distracted. “Pancakes.”
A laugh passed her lips. “Burnt or Regular?”
“While I prefer regular, the burnt ones make the memories.” He bumped his right shoulder against hers. She bumped hers back against his as they watched the target pace back and forth on the phone. “What if you were going to be late to the randevou?”
“Stark.” She said without hesitating, causing him to laugh. “That proves it's a perfect fit. Okay, worst ever possible case scenario. What if we know we’re being stalked- let's say by Hydra- and more than likely be captured. You only have enough time to write one word before sending it, what would it be?”
His brows furrowed at the mere mention of the scenario. Sometimes her hypothetical worried him but he always went along with it and thought about his answers. While he never believed they would ever need something to warn each other, he knew that one word needed to stand out. After a moment he nodded his head. “Siberia.”
Bucky’s widened eyes focused on the single word within the text block. Unlike how she rushed with the address, Bucky could tell she took the extra time to make sure this word was loud and clear.
SIBERIA
"FRIDAY, how long ago did this arrive?" Bucky asked, never taking his eyes off of the postcard.
The postcard was delivered three weeks ago. Two days after the team left for the mission. Threat level zero.
His chest tightened. They had all been gone when the postcard got there. He hadn't been there when it had arrived. The only person that could decipher the single word on it had been nowhere near it when Y/N needed him to get the message.
Three weeks he and the rest of the team had been out there dealing with the small weeds of Hydra that were starting to grow. Three weeks of making sure nothing would ever come from them poking their heads up from the ground. Three weeks of fearing that Y/N would be entangled in them somehow on her own free will.
Even before the mission and in between, he spent several months checking in on safe houses and apartments along the way. It may have been brief moments of arriving but it was enough to give a thorough check in. All of the stops with one goal in common, looking for Y/N.
Looking for her so he could apologize. Looking for her to make sure there was some proof she was alive out there. Looking for her to bring her back home with him. But she was good at keeping herself invisible. Good enough that part of him wanted to give up, but he couldn't bring himself to.
Now, there was no telling what kind of trouble she was in before she had been captured. While part of him hoped it was any other organization attempting to get their hands on Y/N, he knew that wasn't the case. Not with that code word.
An uncomfortable chill ran up his back and he had to stop himself from crumpling up the postcard in his hand as he dealt with the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling at that moment.
"What is it?" Natasha asked, watching him. Bucky’s eyes moved towards her before looking at the others who were watching in curiosity.
For a moment his brain shifted through every memory he had within the grasp of Hydra. Every scream he let out had echoed in his ears. The torment and conditioning he had been subjected to. It wasn't long before the visions of himself morphed into her being the one to experience it all. All of it screaming at him that everything has gone wrong. All because he forced her to leave.
"It seems we missed a growing Hydra faction on our mission. It's from Y/N." He hadn't missed the widened eyes at the mention of her name. "She sent the postcard. It's a warning and a plea for help. She's been captured by Hydra."
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Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Rooney Shepard (Cyberpunk 2077)
“Even at the cost of my own life,” Rooney picks up their whiskey glass again, “If you’re going to ask me if I regret it, I don’t. I would do the same again if given the choice.”
“You are a client,” Their tone is firm as they continue to dig their grave, ever obstinate, “You are hiring me to find someone. Unless you would prefer someone else to take this case.”
“Hmm…,” They start, tilting their head for a second as they pretend to think before answering with a smirk, “No.”
“People depend on me, Yorinobu. I cannot let them down. If I stop, I fail them. And if I fail them, then what use am I to anyone?”
“Fine,” They say, pulling out their monowire, “Remember, I gave you a chance to turn back.”
“I can do all of these things, but I know when others need me first,”
“No, I made a promise that I intend to keep. I’ll find a way out for us both.”
“It’s more than that. He’s my teammate; I’m responsible for him.”
“I can blame myself,” They look at him, meeting his eyes, “It was my job to protect Jack. He was my younger brother. He needed me, and I failed him. Danny, too.”
“No.” Rooney’s tone is deadly quiet, a grim look on their face.
“Work. You know how I am.”
“Not for a lack of trying,” They joke back, wiping at their eyes.
“I do. I let everyone down who didn’t make it off Space Force One. I refuse to let anyone else get hurt. Not as long as I breathe.”
“I know what is at stake. I’ve made a decision and decided that I’m okay with that risk.”
‘Glad to see you too, Silverhand’, Rooney thinks. A moment later and perhaps a touch more fondly, they add, ‘I mean it. I really thought I might have lost you, and it terrified me’.
#kate writes#I won't let fear compromise who I am#commander rooney shepard#the rooney fic tag#some of these are from stuff on AO3#and some are from unpublished stuff#but I think these lines all represent Rooney#also sorry Rooney isn't a very fun character#they are very serious
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Hey, I just wanted to say thank you! Your fics on ao3 singlehandedly introduced me to fandom that isn't completely about shipping. It was a real "Wait, I can do that?" moment. Now I'm focusing on friend / family relationships in my own fanworks and I've never felt happier about my participation in fandom! Have a great day, take care <3
ahhhhh man thank you so much this really means a lot to me :’) fandom has been a really uncomfortable place for me for a long time and sticking it out anyway despite overwhelming messaging that im Doing It Wrong is tough but completely worth it for being able to tell the stories that are meaningful to me - and that are meaningful to other people, too. knowing that sticking it out and refusing to compromise myself is something that helps make space for other people who aren’t interested or are actively alienated by fandom’s generally overwhelming romance obsession means a lot to me. seriously, thank you for this <3 been having a weird couple days re: creative work and it helps a lot to hear.
#gav gab#me when people care abt what im writing BECAUSE of what it is#and not making compromises around what it’s Not#like. sobs. etc#gav answers#fic testimonials
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Still in denial about Cal not liking tea so this is how I hc the Mantis crew takes their caf:
Cal: cannot stand the taste of caf and drowns it in sugar. This has the unfortunate side effect of him getting sugar and caffeine high for approximately 2 hours before he crashes hard. Greez no longer lets him have caf and keeps it hidden.
Cere: prefers a good tea but will have caf if it’s what’s available. A drop of cream or a pinch of sugar to cut the bitterness but no more than that.
Merrin: she drinks her caf black, and if left alone to brew it will make it extra strong. No one else on the ship can drink it if she makes it. They’re not sure if she does this on purpose to have the caf all to herself.
Greez: while sure, you can just brew caf and drink it, there can be more to it. Greez likes to make his with a little pizazz if he can. Homemade syrups, frothed and warmed milk on top. Hell, he’ll even add some to his cooking to get a better depth of flavour.
Bonus Bode: he will drink caf whatever way it’s handed to him and down it quickly. The only requirement he has is that it’s near scalding hot.
#J:fo#Jedi survivor#mantis crew#mantis crew hc#Cal Kestis#nightsister merrin#cere junda#greez dritus#bode akuna#I’m trying to sleep and my brain wants to write the angst fic#So I’m compromising with nice headcanons
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Compromised One Shot - All About Family ^**
Harry finally goes to meet and check in on Y/N's family. I really love how this one turned out! And I also really love the smut, it's very romantic but hot!
WC: 8.1k
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy struggles, grief, mentions of death and suicide, daddy kink smut.
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Being married hadn’t really changed the dynamic between Harry and Y/N, the biggest difference over their four months of being married was that their sex lives had morphed to include actual baby-making sessions when she was ovulating. Harry had yet to get Y/N pregnant and it did weigh a little bit on them. When he got checked everything seemed to be normal, the doctor just told him that maybe it wasn’t the right time yet. And when Y/N got checked she was told that it might be a little while before she could actually get pregnant. She had been on birth control since the age of 13 - she was now 30 - her hormones were trying to rebalance themselves without the help of birth control; it would take time for her body to be prepared for a successful pregnancy. The doctor was very kind, but candid even about the increased possibility of miscarriages the first couple times, Y/N was alright hearing it, but Harry squeezed her hand with nerves. Y/N had gotten off of her pills the week before the wedding and she was aware that it could take some people time to be able to actually get pregnant. Hearing from a professional that these challenges they were having were normal was relieving, so she wasn’t all that worried about it after hearing that but Harry seemed to still be carrying a brunt of the concern.
“Dottorra, sei sicuro? Ci stiamo provando già da quattro mesi.” He told the doctor and she nodded.
“Assolutamente. Tutto sembra normale. Sii paziente.” She smiled and Harry nodded.
“You hear her, it’s fine.” She said to Harry, who nodded, still anxious.
“It can be a couple of months or maybe even a year before it can happen.” The doctor then said in a slightly broken English. She was a sweet woman who liked when they came in because it gave her the chance to practice her English and them their Italian. This made Harry even more nervous and Y/N looked at the state he was in and decided it might be good to know if there was anything she could do to improve her chances.
“Mi consigliate qualcosa per migliorare le nostre possibilità di concepimento?” Y/N proceeded to ask for any recommendations to improve chances of conception and the doctor nodded and gave some supplements and diet recommendations that have been proven to boost egg quality. Healthy egg plus healthy sperm should equal a baby she assured them and with this fresh in their minds they headed home.
“I’m relieved to know there’s not any serious issues.” He said as he hugged Y/N from behind. She was currently grabbing some water and she smiled.
“Told you it was gonna be fine.” She said and he hummed into her shoulder, “Are you sure you’re gonna be fine with a baby though? Gonna have to share me for the rest of our lives.” She pointed out with a grin.
“Baby, it’s 50-50.” He said and she was cracking up in his arms as he said this.
“More like 90-10.” She said after she calmed and he huffed.
“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.
“Definitely, baby, it would need us to survive. Basically gonna be using my body for that the first year at least.” She said.
“It?” He laughed.
“Well, I don’t know what it’ll be!” She defended her phrasing.
“Jesus… Imagine that, an ex-mafia member and an ex-CIA agent coming together and having a kid. The type of parents we’ll be…” He mumbled in disbelief and she smirked.
“Hey, I know plenty of regular people who are horrendous parents. If anything, I think our life experiences are advantages. Besides, our parents did amazing jobs.” She said and he hummed in agreement and a silence fell over them for a second, “You know, we can wait a little more. We don’t have to plan it on purpose, we can just…let it happen when it’s meant to happen.” She said and he nibbled on his lip for a moment.
“We should plan, what if he have a Capricorn baby?” He asked and she laughed again and he grinned at successfully lightening the mood for a second, “Is it selfish of me if I say we should definitely wait a little bit more?” He asked, she was still giggling as she turned to face him and he hoisted her up onto the counter and she draped her arms around his neck.
“No baby, it’s not at all. We need to enjoy and solidify our marriage.” She reasoned, “And also make sure we’re on the same page about what we want for our family. What parenting looks like for each of us and do those styles align and are they proven to be good. What values we want to instill in our child. What kind of person we want them to be…it’s a big job. It’s a commitment, bigger than the one we’ve made to each other. I mean, if you think about it we’re choosing to create an entirely new person to add into the mix of this world and we’re sending them out into that world with the tools we have given them to navigate it and they can do good, but they can also cause harm…” she said and he started feeling more nervous about it, “Being a parent is the most important job, I think. And if I’m going to be a parent I want to make sure that I’m ready to commit the time I need to, to my child to do the best job for them.” She explained her thoughts and he was slightly pouting now, “Did I freak you out?” She asked and he sighed through a smile.
“Just a little. I hadn’t… thought of it like that before. For me it was more like, I love you so much and I have this primal need to make you a mother, to create more with you. I hadn’t considered any of what you just said before… Is that why you never wanted to have kids?” He asked her and she nodded.
“Yeah, part of it. There’s so much good you can do and people can still go…rogue. I mean, look at me. My parents didn’t raise me in the hopes that I’d become a killer.” She said with a small frown.
“Baby, that’s not even the truth. You’re good, you’re so, so good.”
“I know I am now, but I wasn’t always.” She said, “And I’ve forgiven myself for it, but I can’t let myself forget.” She reminded and he nodded in understanding.
“I think that’s what would make you the most incredible mum. Learning to love and forgive yourself is not something that many people do successfully.” He said and she hummed, “I think you’re completely right about where your head’s at. In my mind just the idea of being able to get you pregnant and having a little you and me combo is what was exciting for me, but you’re absolutely right, it’s far more than that. I don’t know it was just a childish and simple little thing in my head, like the obvious next step, you know?”
“I’m an over-thinker, you know that. But you’re not being childish, it’s natural to want just the simplicity of a family, it’s not like you were being careless or making light of it, H. I think we’re meant to feel that need, but the world we live in can make the simplest things vastly complicated.” She shrugged, reassuring him that his reasons for wanting a baby weren’t wrong.
“I’ll tell you one thing that’s not complicated,” she hummed to urge him on, “After this very enlightening conversation I’ve concluded that I’m not nearly ready to share you with anyone. For very selfish and hedonistic reasons.” He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. They smiled into their kiss and parted again.
“I’m not ready to share you either. Want to enjoy us for a little bit longer.” she confessed and he smiled before delving back in to kiss her.
“Good thing we didn’t buy those supplements.” He mumbled and she laughed into the space between them, “So…do you want to go and fuck?” He asked and she giggled.
“I thought we just agreed to wait.”
“Baby, I said ‘fuck’, not make a baby. We haven’t fucked in a while.” He pointed out.
“How about later?” She asked and he pouted and nuzzled himself against the side of her face.
“Tesoro, non torturarmi in quel modo. Ti voglio così tanto.” He mumbled in Italian against the shell of her ear that she was torturing him and he wanted her so badly and she bit down on her lip, he knew what his speaking Italian did to her.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” She responded in English and he grinned against the line of her jaw, she could feel it.
“Non so di cosa stai parlando.” He played dumb as he softly kissed her jaw.
“Sai come mi sento quando mi parli in italiano.” grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back, their eyes meeting again and he grinned smugly as she reiterated to him that he was well aware of what it did to her when he spoke in Italian to her.
“No, non lo so. Dimmi come ti fa sentire.” He responded that he was not aware and to tell him how it made her feel. His green eyes were already dark with lust for her and she bit her grin back as he studied her face for a moment.
“It makes me feel like strangling you.” She joked as she slid her hands up his throat playfully and he hummed.
“That’s the spirit, but just squeeze a little bit tighter, baby.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes at him as she let her hands slide down to his firm chest, “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” He asked, fully offended and she smiled.
“I do, just not now. My entire reproductive system was just probed at and honestly that speculum was a little big for me and it hurt a little. I’m still feeling like a specimen or something, it’s not you at all.”
“Oh.” He frowned, “I’m sorry, baby. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Let’s go for a cuddle.” She said and he smiled.
“Alright, hang on tight my little koala bear.” He warned and she clutched tightly to him as he walked them up to their bedroom. Soon they were plopping onto their bed and he got comfy as she hugged around him, trapping his leg between her legs.
“What’re you gonna read to me?” She asked. When they cuddled like this he always pulled out a book and read to her so that they could practice their Italian. In their lines of work it was important that they both understood the basics, but living here the past two years, they were both getting more fluent, but being with each other all of the time didn’t really give them enough practice, so this is something they did to learn new words.
“Neruda poems, you tell me what you understand.” He mumbled as he opened up the book and she hummed happily, “Corpo di donna, colline bianche, cosce bianche. Come come il mondo, posseduto nella resa. Il mio corpo selvaggio di operaio ti scava e fa…” he paused, “…esplodere un figlio dalle profondità della terra.” He cleared his throat and she giggled.
“Is this about getting someone pregnant?” She laughed and he chuckled.
“I think so… I promise that wasn’t on purpose. It’s the first one in this book.” He laughed and she joined him as well.
“Gonna explode a son into the depths of me?” She asked through her laugher and he started howling in laughter with her. They rolled around the bed, stomachs cramping up with how hilarious they found this phrasing and finally it died down and they were catching their breaths.
“Exploding a son into you, that sounds awful.” He panted and she sniggered.
“It does. Anyway, continue.” She hummed with a smile and there was silence as he read on silently.
“Oh, this one’s really horny. I can’t take it seriously.” He mumbled and flipped the page as she giggled. He found a more lovely one and started reading that one instead. She did figure most of it out, but soon he started getting drowsy, as he often did when he read. Especially as the cool breeze billowed through their wide open glass doors that led to their ample balcony. When his vision started blurring a bit he put the book down and kissed the top of her head before cuddling closer to her.
“Ti amo, luce della mia vita.” She whispered and he smiled.
“Love you.” He hummed happily. When she called him that, the light of her life, it made Harry feel on top of the world. For so long he felt that he was nothing but darkness and pain. Knowing that to her, he was as radiant as the sun, it just made his heart burst with joy. He wasn’t sure how else he could express that to her, it was too much love for him to hold inside, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said over and over as he squeezed her close.
When they woke up it was because there was a loud crack of thunder that rattled the windows and glass doors. It was cooler now and the sky was grey as the rain poured down in bucketfuls. The sound was soothing, but she was chilly as was he and they pulled the throw at the end of their bed over their shivering bodies.
“Baby, I’ve been thinking about something.”
“What is it?” He asked and she bit her lip.
“Ummm, do you think it’s safe enough for you to visit my family now? I’ve been thinking about them a lot and I…I just want to make sure they’re OK.”
“Yeah, I think we’re alright now. Do you want to go and have me wear a wire or something?” He asked, “How should we do this?”
“No, I don’t want to go. I can’t do it.” She admitted, “Just you. I trust you.”
“OK.” He agreed quietly as his hand smoothed over her tummy.
It was only a few days later that they made the arrangements for him to travel to her hometown. He was only planning to be there two or three days, he also wanted to visit Angelo’s mom on the way back. He was a bit nervous about doing this, but he would of course do anything for her.
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Harry had boarded a plane that was soon to touch down in Los Angeles. Now that he was there he felt more anxious about this than before; what if they got upset at him? What if he hurt them more than they were already hurting? Harry was updating Y/N on his travels and they spoke on the phone the entire drive to her old house where she shared some refresher details about her family to him.
“Baby, I’m pulling up now.” She breathed out shakily, “Are you sure you don’t want to listen in at least or-”
“No.” She cut in quickly.
“OK. Well, I love you. I’ll let you know what happens.”
“Love you.” She sniffled and how he wanted to wrap her up in a big hug.
“I love you.” He responded and they hung up. He removed his wedding ring and put it in his pocket and took a few deep breaths before he got out of the car he rented and walked up to the front door. The home wasn’t big at all, in fact, it kind of reminded him of his safe house out near his mum’s. But there was that giant magnolia tree out front, the flowers in full bloom from the spring, they looked identical to the ones tattooed on her now and it made him smile. He made it to the door and rung the door bell twice and looked around, the orange hues of the sky were beautiful, it was nearly 6 in the evening. Y/N said they were always home for dinner. He heard some steps coming and in moments the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal a child, a girl, she couldn’t be older that 5. This was strange. Had they moved?
“Hi.” He said with a friendly smile and she just peered up at him silently, “Are your parents home?” He asked and she nodded and he chuckled, “Can you call them for me?” She nodded and just scurried away leaving him alone again and he took a few steps back, to show that he was not a threat, but the child barely made it around the corner before a woman, looking closer to his age hurried up with a concerned frown.
“Who are you?” She asked assertively.
“Ummm, I’m Harry. I was looking for Martha o-or Benjamin?” He asked warily, “This was the last address I had for them.” He explained.
“What is this regarding?” The woman asked.
“It’s a family matter. Is there a forwarding address that you can give me or-”
“I am their family. I’m their niece, Evelyn. This is their house, I’m their tenant now.” She explained, she was clearly feeling protective, which any normal person would.
“Oh my god, hi.” He said as his lips turned up in a smile.
“Sorry, do I know you?” Evelyn asked, looking completely perplexed now. He shook his head.
“No, but I know of you. I umm-” this was harder than he thought.
“How? What is this about?” She asked again.
“Ummm, it’s about…Y/N.” He said tentatively and her face immediately dropped.
“What? How?” She asked and he bit his lip.
“We…were together when she…” he trailed off and Evelyn looked to the ground.
“They told us she was on that motorcycle by herself.” She said tightly, her eyes watery.
“She was. Sorry, let me clarify, I mean we were in a relationship then.” He explained his story.
“What?” Evelyn asked in disbelief and Harry nodded, “Well, what could you possibly want now? It’s been more than ten years.” She sighed in agitation.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any more hurt to you or them, but ummm, I’m getting engaged soon and I still have some of her things. I held on to them for all this time and it didn’t feel right to just throw them away or mail them off. I couldn’t do that to her.” He said his well rehearsed narrative perfectly and Evelyn sniffled as a few tears fell.
“Why now?” She asked with confusion. Her voice cracked as more tears fell and he nibbled on his lip.
“Ummm, it’s been hard to let her go. But I’m ready now and she always talked about her family and her home and it seemed like the best place to come say goodbye.” He explained and she shook her head.
“You can’t do that!” She scoffed with hurt, “You decided to just show up one day and-Fuck, how could you?” She asked as more tears fell and he frowned.
“I’m so sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” He responded softly and she nodded and he turned away and started to walk back to his car. Y/N would understand, she was prepared for this type of reaction and had told him to just go if it would only make things worse. Obviously it would hurt her to know that they still bore some pain but at least she would know they were alive and well and still learning how to move on. He was about to cross the street to his car when Evelyn’s voice cut through his thoughts of how he would explain this to Y/N.
“Hey! Wait!” She shouted sharply and he turned back to look at her, there was a beat of silence before Evelyn spoke up again, “What do you have of hers?” She asked nervously.
“Just some stuff she had left at my apartment. I can show you.” He offered and she nodded, her eyes softening, “Let me just get it from the car.” He said and hurried to grab the box that had taken up most of the space in his duffle bag. He hurried back over to her.
“D-do you want to come in?” She asked cautiously.
“If you’re OK with it. We can stay out here if you prefer.” He said quickly.
“It’s fine, I need to keep an eye out on the girls.” She said and he nodded and she guided him inside. He followed her through the home, it was small but cute. They peaked into the living room to see her girls watching a Disney movie attentively now and the kitchen overlooked that area, so she switched on the light and sat on the table across from him. He could feel her watching him closely, she was so nervous.
“I ummm, I’ve got some photos we took and a shirt of hers and a necklace and watch…some CD’s, a notebook, just with doodles and random things.” He said as he opened it up and when he glanced up at her she was staring intently at him.
“Did you even go to her funeral? I don’t remember seeing you there.” She stated and he shook his head.
“I couldn’t. When I found out I was…” he stopped and remembered how it felt when that CIA guy took her away, he thought it had lost her forever, “I lost my fucking mind. I was in hysterics.” He said with a frown. “ I completely shut down. I didn’t want to accept it, going meant it was real. I got pulled out of school and went back to England. I regret not going though.” He shared, “I ummm…that night we had gone out with friends and I had this plan that I was going to tell her that I loved her.” He smiled sadly, “I chickened out as we were saying goodbye and I just kissed her, like I normally would. I tried to show her what I was trying to say when I kissed her.” He explained and he could see Evelyn’s tears silently falling, “If I had only known that, that was our final goodbye I would’ve been more brave.” He explained and Evelyn broke out in a sob and he instinctively reached out for her hand and she squeezed it, “I’m so sorry.” He apologized again and she shook her head.
“No, it’s alright. It’s just so unfair.” She gasped through her tears, “She deserved to be happy and it breaks my heart that she never got to experience that for herself. People in high school were so mean to her.” Evelyn explained.
“Yeah, she told me that.” He nodded.
“Yeah, she was excited to start a new life and be with new people and just start over. She knew that leaving would make everything better.” Evelyn explained, “I know she was really happy out there. She was right?” Evelyn whimpered and Harry nodded with a sympathetic smile.
“Yeah, so incredibly happy.” He assured her and she nodded and pulled their hands apart to wipe under her eyes.
“Ughhh…” she sniffled and gathered herself for a second, “Can you show me the stuff?”
“Of course.” He nodded and started putting things down for her to see. She looked through the notebook and then through the pictures they had taken a while back and Evelyn smiled down at one of Y/N with a plate of pancakes in her hands.
“Her and her pancake obsession.” She giggled and Harry nodded, “And always with that same haircut… she was so resistant to changing it.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I really like the next one.” He said and she moved on to it. This was one they had taken when they first got to Italy, Evelyn obviously didn’t know that, but it was a really nice one. He was smooshing a big kiss to her cheek as she laughed, her eyes were shut tight, but it exuded pure happiness. Evelyn smiled down at it.
“You don’t want this one?” She asked glancing up at him.
“I did keep some of us but they’re a little more platonic though granted the whole engagement thing.” He explained.
“Right, of course.” She responded and he nodded.
She then moved on to the other items, the university t-shirt she liked to wear, it still kind of smelled like her perfume. He then explained that she had left a bottle of her favorite spray and lotion at his place if she wanted it. It was in his luggage and Evelyn was so excited to hear that and explained that, that particular scent had been discontinued. Y/N didn’t smell like that anymore, but maybe she had always planned for something like this to get done for her family or perhaps she just had it stashed away for personal reasons, as a reminder of her old life. Evelyn told him stories about the CD’s Y/N had put in there, they were autographed and they had been looking for them everywhere, it was nice to have some of her favorite items back. Evelyn ended up asking him over for dinner, he accepted and she assured that she would call Y/N’s parents to see if they would want to come over as well. She was on the phone with them for at least 20 minutes in another room and in the end they agreed, surprisingly.
While they waited Evelyn talked a bit about herself, how she had moved on and was holding up. One of her kids was named after Y/N, their father, her boyfriend, was fire fighter, so he worked long hours but he was a great dad and partner and they were getting married soon. Evelyn wanted to know more about Harry though and how he had moved on and so he told her the things he and Y/N had agreed upon and all in all, it was good. He could see where Y/N got her great qualities from. They had just finished laughing about some funny story from Y/N’s childhood and Evelyn switched gears again.
“So, is this your first serious relationship after her?” Evelyn asked carefully and he nodded, just as he and Y/N had rehearsed.
“It was hard to move on because I genuinely believe she’s my soulmate.” He said, choosing to speak in present tense, because it was the truth, they are soulmates.
“Is?” Evelyn asked confused and he smiled and nodded.
“Personally, I believe we only have one soulmate and she’s mine. I think we can love plenty of people, but there’s always that one person who just…I don’t know, you just know, you know?” He explained with a smile and Evelyn nodded, “From the very first moment you meet them, something deep inside of them calls to something deep inside of you.” He explained, “I’d never felt that way before, she worked her way in to easily and just flipped my entire world upside down, but it helped me see that there was more to life, you know? It put a lot into perspective for me and she…saved me in a way. To me, everything about her was special from the start. She was so beautiful and put together. Her smile. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way it looks like she’s pouting or upset when she’s thinking about something.” Evelyn giggled, “Know that one, do you?” He chuckled.
“Definitely.” She smiled, “You know, I…don’t really remember what she sounds like.” Evelyn confessed sadly, “Her laugh I can hear it in my head clear as day, but her voice is… it’s fading.” She sniffled and he reached for her hand again and she squeezed it tight. Suddenly the doorbell rang again and she shot up, “Oh my. , they’re here!” She said and Harry felt extremely nervous again. He felt like he was going to be sick, “Just, wait here.” She said and he nodded.
He could heard Y/N’s mom crying a bit as they made some muffled conversation and after about five minutes Evelyn came back in with Y/N’s parents, they looked exactly as she had described them. Y/N was almost a splitting image of her father with noticeable traces of her mother. They just looked him over for a moment, looking more calm now. There wasn’t judgement on their faces, it was more like they were trying to picture Y/N with him. In his opinion it was easy to picture them together, they looked like they belonged together, but maybe they couldn’t see that.
“Hi, I’m Harry.” He said with a small smile and Y/N’s father extended his hand out to him and Harry shook it firmly and Y/N’s mother followed.
“Everyone sit, chat for a minute while I get the girls fed.” Evelyn said and they all nodded and sat down. The looked at the box of Y/N’s things.
“Ummm, these are the things of hers that I’ve had with me. She had left them in my apartment. It’s not much.” He said and they looked inside. Her dad grabbed the photos right away and they both smiled as they looked through them quietly together, but no more tears were shed from them. They looked through the rest of the box and he just gave them their time to look at the relics from her old life. He wished he could show them how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. If they could only see her now, they would be so proud of her. They finally turned their attention back to him and her mother spoke up.
“You looked quite happy in the pictures together.” She smiled and Harry nodded.
“Best few months of my life.” He said softly.
“She hadn’t mentioned that she was seeing anyone.” Her mother said.
“I think she was a little bit embarrassed of me.” He confessed with a smile, “Well, more of being in a relationship in general. She was so goal driven and focused, she came in knowing what she wanted those four years to look like and I think she just didn’t want anyone to know that she could potentially be distracted. I wasn’t really a part of the plan.” He explained and her father chuckled.
“Sounds about right.” Harry nodded with a smile, “So you were with her on that day?” He asked Harry and he nodded, “We’ve always wondered if it wasn’t an accident. If maybe it was too much pressure with her classes and working and trying to maintain her scholarship. Maybe she was having trouble with other people? She always had issues with bullies in school.” He explained with a frown.
“We were scared that she was just unhappy being away from home. We’re all very close.” Her mother added, “H-how was she doing?”
“She was doing really well. I did hear a lot about you all. She missed you a lot, specially her grandfather, she wished that he had been around to see it all.” He explained and they nodded attentively as he spoke, “She was really happy.” He confirmed, “I’d like to think I played a part in that.” He smiled, “She was still really focused and driven, she had her priorities straight. But ummm, she was allowing herself to live life as well. She was very well-liked among her classmates and our friends, she integrated herself a lot more in my group after her roommate joined the sorority?” They nodded in understanding.
“How did you meet?” Her mother asked and Harry smiled to himself for a moment.
“At a tattoo shop.” He said and her eyebrows arched up.
“Really?”
“Yes, she came to ask about it. I think she maybe wanted something after her grandfather and I was working there at the front. Helped pay the school bills.” He explained, “It was cute, she was so nervous and she had clearly been reading tons of things on the internet and had the most complex questions.” He chuckled, “She was wearing a school hoodie and I told her I also studied there and turns out we were just a building away from each other that whole time.” He hummed.
They seemed happy to be talking about her. To have some real insight as to what her life was like. Harry apologized for not being at her funeral as Y/N had told him to do and also for showing up after all that time, but they didn’t care. They were just happy that she had been happy and loved. He did give Evelyn the spray and lotion that Y/N had sent, she knew her cousin well and they let Evelyn keep some things and they took the rest. At the end of the night they all hugged him goodbye and they wished him luck in his relationship and hoped that he could too fully heal from it all. They were so sweet and caring and kind and he was glad that he could leave them with some peace as Y/N hoped, he was also pleased that he would be able to tell her that her family were alright. He had planned on staying longer but he didn’t want to wait to share and he also didn’t want to tell her everything over the phone. He got a flight on standby and headed straight back to Italy on a red eye, he could check in on Angelo’s mum another time. He let Y/N know he was coming back right away and that made her anxious, she left for their nearest airport though and waited in that city for him until he arrived the following afternoon.
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“Hey, love.” He hummed as he hurried into the car and they kissed briefly.
“Hi. How was it?” She asked right away, “Wait, actually don’t tell me just yet, let’s get in to the hotel first, yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He smiled and they took off. Y/N was completely on edge. She was quiet the whole drive and he just let her simmer and formulate the questions she wanted to asked as he just held her thigh.
When they finally arrived and got into their room she let out a big exhale before she burst into tears.
“Oh baby, c’mere.” He said quietly and she rushed into his arms and he held her tight as she sobbed. She wept to him about how she regretted not going with him and seeing them or hearing them for herself and truly that was her one chance. There was absolutely no reason for Harry to ever go back now and she felt like she had made a mistake in not doing as he had suggested. He let her be sad about this for however long she wanted before he would share about how they were. She just needed a moment to express how conflicted she felt about all of this; how she regretted accepting the CIA’s recruiting offer, but without that she never would have met him. She regretted hurting her family the way she did, not being able to see her parents get old and look after them, she was their only child, it was supposed to be her taking care of them. She regretted not having them there on their wedding day. As she confessed to all of these things she had been holding onto for months Harry knew not to take it all personally.
Harry understood full well the conflicting feelings because while he could never regret her, he did regret getting too ambitious as a young kid to the point that he got mixed up with the mafia. Because of this he wasted so much precious time with his family and even with his friends. He hurt them and put them in harm’s way and if he could take it all back he would, but that also meant that he would have never met Y/N. But for one reason or another, they were on the paths they were on and he’d like to think that it was because they were meant to be together. Soon her crying subsided and he was able to answer her questions, tell her about her niece who was named after, how happy her family was to hear that she had in fact been happy during her time away, and obviously, it was hard for them, but they seemed to have moved on well enough. Hearing that did make her feel better as she laid against his chest as his fingers stroked her hair and she listened on until he was done.
“Thank you for doing that for me, baby. I know that it couldn’t have been easy.” She said, cheek smushed into his warm and sturdy chest.
“I would do anything for you, no matter how hard or impossible it seemed.” He assured as he planted a kiss on her head and she smiled, because she knew it was the absolute truth.
There was no one else she had ever trusted with this, just him. There was no one else she had loved so much that she felt would be excellent candidates to meet her family. There was no one who worked on themselves and bore their soul to her the way he did. There was no one that she had ever envisioned building a life and family with, just him. And it was not lost on her how absolutely lucky she got to have their paths cross. To have him also notice her. To let her in. To love her. Y/N’s vision started to blur with tears, they were happy tears but overwhelmed tears because there was this paralyzing feeling in her chest as it dawned on her just how much she loved him. She earnestly believed that she had reached the capacity of love with how she felt, but right now it was clear to her that there was just so much more. It bordered on painful, she couldn’t just contain this feeling inside. She pressed herself up against his chest as she sniffled and he frowned.
“Oh baby, what’s the matter?” He asked and she shook her head as she grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his in a powerful and searing kiss. The kind of kiss that put the entire world on pause. The kind if kiss that seemed like it was a life or death situation and after a few seconds of being caught off guard Harry looped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the kiss evolved into a make out session that was making his body buzz in excitement. Gradually, they started to slow down to catch their breaths and she nudged her nose against his playfully, this made his smile and she kissed kissed him through it before pulling back slightly as their eyes blinked open to meet each other’s gaze.
“I feel so much for you, I couldn’t articulate it.” She explained her sudden outburst, “I can’t imagine doing life without you. I don’t even care how we came to be, I’m just happy to be here with you.” She whispered and he now lunged forward and kissed her until the fell back onto the bed upside down. In seconds they were getting undressed in between kisses and growing more and more desperate for each other. Harry’s lips trailed down her body, the skin left in his wake of kisses seemed to sear at the absence of his lips but she was eager for him to reach his intended destination. Her delicate fingers combed into his hair and pushed him down faster and he chuckled, but did as she was suggesting. She put a leg over his shoulder as the other fell open, making space for him. She could feel his fast exhales against her heat, making her clench in anticipation as his lips skimmed her lower lips.
“So.” Kiss, “Fucking.” Kiss, “Perfect.” kiss. She moaned at the slight friction to her clit with his lips and soft, little kisses, “You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he buried his face against her, taking in her scent and how soft her skin was down there, he giggled as her little tuft of hair tickled beneath his nose and the vibrations of it made her gasp and buck up, the tip of his nose came into perfect contact with her throbbing, little clit. It was so red and swollen, pleading for his attention. He rolled his tongue out and licked a fat stripe up from her entrance to her clit, making sure to swirl around the little button a few times before moving back to suck at her labia gently and then to dart his tongue into her leaking, little hole. Her grip tightened into his hair and she moaned as she ground herself again his mouth and he moaned and let her move him around to where she wanted, listening to her instructions so that he could get her off. Her thighs were squeezing around his head and her grip was tight in his hair but he could care less, he would die a happy death if he were to be suffocated between her thighs.
“Oh H, baby! I’m right there!” She gasped as her toes curled and the muscles of her stomach trembled from how wound up tight she was. Her orgasm came so swiftly and fiercely. It took her out like a giant wave wiping out and rolling everything in it’s path down into its depths. He moaned against her sensitive skin and gently kissed at her clit to bring her down from it all before he licked down to her entrance and delved his tongue inside, wanting to get a taste of her cum.
After a few moments of his delicate actions to bring her back down he kissed his way back up her body, taking his time to lick and suck at his favorite parts of her body before making it to her lips, his absolute favorite place to kiss. As they started to make out he adjusted her legs beneath him so that he could slick his cock up with her arousal and cum.
“You make me absolutely crazy for you.” He snarled as he felt the warm slick of her juices coat his prick up. It made him feral to feel how her body seemed to react to his. How wet she got for him was an absolute turn on. He viewed it as her body’s way of inviting him in. Her body craved his and wanted him to fill her up and pound her pussy to the heavens. He adjusted his hips and without a warning sunk into her in one fluid thrust and he moaned into her mouth as she gasped as their bodies connected perfectly. He had sunk in balls deep from how wet she was, but inside she was still adjusting to his size and he kept the pressure of his hips against hers. Slowly he started to sink in a little deeper, “Fuck, I can feel you opening up for me, baby.” He whispered and something about that made her moan out in ecstasy.
“Please.” She whimpered and he kissed her.
“Please what?” He asked before he swirled his hips with a wet squelch and she smiled in ecstasy.
“I-I don’t even know.” She mumbled and he hummed in amusement and he pressed himself up to a kneeling position and she gasped as he reached even deeper, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach and she winced as the little bite of pain before she adjusted to it moments later. Already, her eyes were hazy with ecstasy, she was love drunk and cock drunk at the same time.
He glanced down to see how such a tight little thing had opened right up for his big cock and taken it to the hilt. It genuinely amazed him how he fit inside. He grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers before he pressed her hands down into the mattress as he drew out a bit, making her wince and then she cried out his name as he surged back in and ground into her. She squeezed at his hands as her eyes searched his, “More. Please, more.” She pleaded and he nodded as he drew back out again and thrust in again and this time he kept going.
Every time his cock slid back in he was celebrated with a wet smacking sound and her pretty moans that emerged from her throat in perfect time with his thrusts. He spared a glance down at the way they moved together and he shivered with pleasure as he groaned and glanced back up to her as he picked up his pace. The fire in his belly was lit and was quickly starting to spread through his entire body.
“Fuck, you’re already gonna make me come.” He groaned and she smiled.
“Harder.” She mewled and he let go of one of her hands to grip her hip and have more leverage as his hips piston med powerfully into hers until he could see the tip of his cock bulging slightly at her lower stomach. The headboard of the hotel bed pounded rhythmically with his thrusts and the frame creaked along with her, as if it too was praising Harry for the railing he was giving Y/N. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t want him to stop as he absolutely demolished her. She swore he was splitting her in two but it felt like heaven and her entire body was vibrating with the pleasure of an impeding orgasm. They heard some pounding on the wall and he chuckled, “We have to be quiet.” She gasped.
“Fuck that guy. Wanna hear you. Love to hear you.” He groaned as he went harder and she groaned with each thrust and again, their neighbor pounded on the wall.
“Un po' di discrezione per favore!” They heard a muffled shout through the wall and they both laughed through the pleasure at their neighbor’s plea for some discretion.
“Stai zitto! Abbiamo quasi finito!” Harry shouted back with laughter and they could hear the man start cursing them out and despite that he worked harder and harder, the pounding of the headboard grew more intense as the man’s knocks into the wall also increased, probably thinking he was ruining the mood, but Y/N started to circle her clit in time to the fast raps against the wall and she was burning up from the inside out, gasping and moaning Harry’s name as he pounded right into her g-spot.
“There! Oh fuck, right there, daddy!” She yelped and he moaned loudly at the name slipped from her mouth without her even thinking about it.
“Fuck, say it again.” He panted hoarsely.
“Daddy! I’m going to come, daddy!” She nearly sobbed as her little fingers were a blur against her slippery cunt as she started to tighten up around his cock.
“Fuck, come for, daddy. All over my cock, baby.” He panted tiredly and she tensed up and her toes curled as she just clutched to his back as she started to moan uncontrollably, her nails raked down the hot and sweaty skin of his back as she pulsed around him and soaked him, she was squirting and he fought the pressure of it to stay inside, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He growled and his grip on her tightened and he sobbed against her mouth as ropes of his cum shot deep inside of her, filling her as he moaned her name. Her pulsing walls milked every bit of his cum and his thrusts slowed but didn’t stop completely as they kissed heatedly before parting with a gasp to take a proper breath. Y/N’s vision was blurry with tears and Harry’s was completely splotchy with little colors, that really had taken it out of him. He pressed himself up from her body with shaky arms, getting ready to pull out but she hugged around him.
“Not yet.” She spoke hoarsely and he smiled and nestled back into her arms and kissed at the top of her right breast.
“I love you. You’re my whole world.” He whispered and she smiled and kissed the top of his head.
“Love you, light of my life.” She whispered tiredly.
#writing#compromised#compromised fic#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fan fic#mafia harry#mafiarry#harry styles smut#harry styles flulff#harry styles angst#husband harry styles#husband harry#husbandrry#harry styles daddy kink#0nlythrowharrybeaux
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tfw you think you’re writing a cute little romcom but have to add tags like “have your therapist on speed dial for this one” and “masterclass in manipulation” on the next two chapters
#really truly sorry for what the next chapter is about to rain down on y’all#midori sour#fic writer#i guess my core of sweetness and light has been compromised#probably by childhood trauma#just like loki
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i only just found your au and i need everyone to have a happy ending so badly im gonna cry ;-; sally is gonna be so freakin upset when she wakes up for real and sees she decimated barnaby.
oh, Barnaby already has his arm stitched back on when she wakes up! and really, even if he didn't, that'd be the Least of her worries. she wakes up into a Real nightmare - partially of her (unintentional) making
#happy endings... well... yes and no. depends on what act you look at#act one? no! actually things get So Much Worse in an entirely festive new way!#act two? eh! sorta! its more bittersweet than anything#act three and four blend into each other so much that three doesn't have an 'ending'#but the final act - act four... well. who's to say! im still workshopping what i want to happen#but i do know it's still gonna have at Least a bittersweet tinge to it#wh lights out au#rambles from the bog#there are consequences and not everyone Makes It. i dont like stories where everything wraps up perfectly fine#even if it hurts! i like it when things hurt in a good way. those stories where the ending is overall positive#but Enough Happened that its just... its an ache. looking at where someone used to be. you know?#my favorite shows and books and fics have ended with me smiling while sobbing bc it yes it Hurts but it was So Fucking Good#and while i wouldnt be able to handle rewatching/rereading due to Emotional Damage...#i think of them fondly and often and theyre Important to me#perfectly happy endings just rub me wrong. it always feels like there's something Missing despite it all being idyllic#i cant let my own stories - original or aus or whatever - have that kind of end#so if thats what people are hoping for! you've come to the wrong person and the wrong au!#i like to be kind but that rarely extends to my creative works!#i like it messy and painful and bittersweet and i like to be Ruthless with my creations with no compromise#sometimes characters need to fight. or leave. or die. or make serious mistakes. etc.#but anyway! anyway....#i will say that there isn't a happy ending for Everyone. and for others it's... complicated. again - bittersweet
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well now that your ocs have been brought to my attention I can’t stop thinking about them 😭 so that led me to think about if justin and reader were dating before, doesn’t that mean everyone was trying to kill him too?
I answered this thrice and every time it got deleted for absolutely no reason.
Tumblr. Why?
I’m not mad anymore just tired 😭 This happened to my Batfam x Deadpool reader + other drafts too wtf
Thank you for your curiosity over my babies though anon! It gave me the motivation to write this several times over lmfao
warnings: mentions of dick size, tons of justin (yandere ex & jock) slander, slander towards filipinos cause i hate my fellow countrymen sometimes, attempted murder, cheating (by reader)
[ previous ask for context ]
So, Justin is pretty smart. He knew what he was getting into from the beginning. He knew the risks. He knew that he’d potentially get killed.
His archetype is morseso based on the bad boy who’s smart rather than the usual jock. I’m thinking of making someone else the himbo or even making a bimbo/thembo but we’ll see.
So, despite his grades being rock bottom due to the Yan! Faculty, Yan! Student Council, and Yan! Rich Students teaming up to end his academic life, they can’t change his wrinkly brain.
Justin prepared every meal of his (male wife material fr fr) and shared them with you to squash any attempts at poisoning.
He got buff(er) and attended Aikido + Boxing lessons to help defend himself when he’s apart from you.
Did I mention he’s like, the tallest, buffest dude in school? (Which isn’t a huge achievement in a school set in my universe’s version of the Philippines.)
( Fun Fact: Midnight Darling is set just a little south east of The Guest is God )
Canonically speaking, my character design sketches of him is just the genderbent version of the mc. Albeit his fashion sense included less b l a c k and is leaning more to the basic sports for brains guy style. So he technically is on equal footing with you in everything if not excels more.
But he’s unfortunately late to the party.
And he gets slandered to hell and back every single day.
I mean, if they can’t kill him in the physical sense, might as well emotionally damage him til he breaks, right?
Your poor goons had to pull a lot of strings and delete so many goddamn posts about him. Many rumors and articles were about his appearance, his terrible grades and how he’s definitely not worthy of you. A lot of those posts shit on his dick size.
Your goons mostly did it for your approval, they couldn’t care less about him. They also made sure to destroy the social lives of those that questioned your decision to date him. Sure, they sooner want him dead and all, but arguing against the decision of your being was utterly disgraceful. Horrid to even think about doing.
In addition to all that, you had to publicly cheat on him just to lessen some of the blows. He has received so much footage of you being with someones else that people have begin to add that he likes getting cucked to all the rumors that has piled up.
And don’t get me wrong, most if not all your harem are down bad masochists, but it still hurts seeing you with someone else.
Yeah, Justin would have already lost his sanity with the shit he has to deal with everyday if he were anything close to normal.
#plot twist: reader���s cheating escapades are actually just them beating up students in compromising positions#and them being horridly declined simps moan a lot in the process#and has thus created many misunderstandings#hns.ask💌#midnight darling#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere original character#yandere oc x reader#yandere original character x reader#tw.yandere#yandere imagine#yandere headcanons#yandere fic#yandere harem#yandere college#yandere harem x reader#yandere various x reader#harem x reader#various x reader
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Your new hold my heart fic was soooooo good!!! I really loved the ending that Obiwan actually DID SUCCEED in pulling Anakin out of darkside with his c*nt lol I was like 'omg Anakin really became a Sith for Obi :'( I knew it but still so sad :'( Obi would be devastated :'(' but then Obi began to make sad puppy eyes to his master and say some banthashit like 'u only need me not empire🥺' and I GASPED. He's just as crazy as his master. I loved it so much.
obi-wan literally wins the award for most manipulative within FIVE minutes of realizing his master loved him more than anything in the galaxy and to the point of insanity, he was like 'um so please abandon empire for me? 🥺👉👈'
and he won!!! vaderkin said yeah ok sounds amazing can i fuck you again!!!
but is he actually out of the dark? questionable. is he on his way to be redeemed?? questionable!!! is he kicking and screaming the entire way??? oh 100%
what does their post jedi order, no empire relationship look like? because it is definitely not as light as obi-wan always daydreamed about but it is not as dark as anakin always thought it had to be
#asks#squick tag: a/b/o#throat fic au#there is compromise for sure#but also how much can anakin do re: saving the jedi#like if we think about it the whole plan is set in motion#at most they can warn them#it's not a happy ending but its not a devastating one too#its somewhere in the middle#made a little lighter by all the great sex obi-wan is having with his surprise sith master
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