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Makarov • Baby Daddy Headcanons
While Makarov is a psychopathic maniac without a care for anyone, he'd definitely never abandon his own. This man values loyalty above anything and will never forsake one of his own, especially his baby mama and his child.
A visit from Makarov would be rare, but when he visited, he always made sure to bring a gift for his baby, and sometimes, even for you. Nothing cheap, of course—a necklace worth thousands. See it as a reward for being an oh-so-good woman and bearing him a child.
Don't bother with work. Call in and never come back. Makarov has you covered for the rest of your life. He'd move you away from the dingy city and have you cozy with your baby in a house you'd never be able to pay off on your own. But you wouldn't need to worry about that - Makarov made sure to pay in cash to whatever sketchy realtor he knew would never reveal your location. If they did... let's just say they'd never sell another house again.
The new addition to the Makarov family would love their father. They'd cry all day in your arms, never stopping until their father's rough cheek scratched against their own, and he shushed them in his rough Russian manner.
The first time you handed over the tiny Makarov to their father would become a bittersweet memory.
"Make sure his/her neck is supported," you softly said while passing the baby into Makarov's arms, mindful of the delicate strength his/her little neck had yet to develop.
"Perfect," you said as Makarov gently held the baby in his arms, his neck crooked down as he watched his baby's eyelids flutter, their little pink cheeks, and tufts of hair on top their head. The baby tiny fist lifted into air, and Makarov placed his lips upon their tiny knuckles.
You leaned in and placed your lips on Vladimirs rough cheek.
He'd definitely pretend he wasn't obsessed with his newborn baby's scent. You'd walk into the nursery, and he'd shoot up from the crib and act like his nose wasn't all up in his baby's scalp.
He'd be fiercely protective of his family. No one, not even his closest allies, would know. Maybe Yuri, but he'd only tell him long after you gave birth.
If he had a son, he'd definitely plan to raise him in a macho-man way. Your son's fifth birthday gift would be a Russian prison knife from the Gulag. And no, he wouldn't care if you made a fuss about it being dangerous for a child.
"Now, why the hell would you give him that? What were you thinking?"
"He's nearly a grown man, and every grown man needs a knife."
"He's five!"
"I was gifted a rifle when I was five, so be grateful!"
Now, if he had a daughter, that would be a whole 'nother story. She would definitely be his little tsarina. All she would need to do is ask, and she'd have it in her little palm.
"She'll become a spoiled little brat if you keep spoiling her like that,"
"What, like you?"
"Not funny."
"Seems funny to me. Come, My Little Tsarina, let's go pick out one of your future cars."
He grew up poor and constantly surrounded by critters sneaking around in his home. He'd bring home stray cats to make sure no rats or mice would go near his baby.
Will sometimes sleep over. You'd both sleep in the same bed, and his razor-sharp training from when he was a soldier would come to good use. Any noise your baby made would wake him instantly.
He's paranoid as hell, so be ready for him to patrol the house multiple times a day. Your baby will grow up thinking it's normal for his father to have an automatic assault rifle in hand, walking around with murder in his eyes, ready to blow apart whoever dared target his family.
The baby would giggle every time their father passed by, and you'd watch boredly as he walked past. It got boring after the first ten times.
If there ever was a break in, God bless the idiot who did so. Not even his bones would be found.
Other than that, he's a cutie patootie when it comes to his baby. But like, a scary cutie patootie.
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All Yours pt. 7
Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut
Warnings for this part: voyeurism, mentions of losing virginity, masturbation, Ethan having dirty thoughts lol, mentions of murder
You've never felt so ready to leave your math class. You usually lived and breathed statistics, but your mind was elsewhere in those sixty minutes. You thought about his hands on your hips, the way he looked at you with hooded eyes the night he kissed you. God, the way he kissed your jaw, trailing more down your neck to make you giggle at the feeling. You found yourself smiling down at your notes, thinking about how his kisses could make your stomach do flips endlessly. You couldn't believe you had a boyfriend. You couldn't believe Ethan Landry was your boyfriend.
The boy who was always there, willing to listen to you ramble. The boy you first met in Photography I at the beginning of the semester. Who would've known you both had taken AP Art throughout high school, getting the credits needed to take higher art courses in college? That truly was luck; Ethan didn't even know you existed until the first day of classes:
He got in the classroom early, picking a desk in the middle. Five minutes before class started, you rushed in, sweat dripping down your temple. You had gotten lost on campus, but it thankfully did not make you late. You eyed the room, finding yourself locking eyes with the curly-headed boy. You wiped the sweat from your face and walked right over to him with a soft smile on your face. He kept his eyes on you, his heartbeat picking up more and more as you got closer to him. And finally, you said your first words to him:
"Is anyone sitting here?"
He almost forgot he could even speak. He cleared his throat and replied "No. No one's sitting there." A simple answer to a simple question made him feel like he would pass out, getting taken off campus on a stretcher. But you sighed with relief and set your stuff on the desk. You told him your name, and he told you his. You said his name was cute, and he bashfully thanked you. Ever since then, he's wanted you to be his.
Your professor finally closed her packet up and turned the projector off, dismissing everyone. You were one of the first to stand, ready to leave the room, but a voice called your name. You turned to see Mia, a girl you had tutored in the past. She was always kind to you, and a very good listener. She thought your notes were a godsend, and you appreciated the compliment. You hadn't hung out so much outside of class besides tutoring, which you didn't mind. But the two of you would text: she'd send you pics of new jewelry she made, and you'd send her pics that you took around campus, adding to your photography collection.
"Do you even feel ready for this next test?" She asked.
"Sorta. It's kinda hard to think about a test when.."
"..When students are being murdered, yeah. I get the feeling," She finished your train of thought. You sighed, gripping the strap of your bag. Three had died so far, but who was to say the numbers wouldn't go up? It worried you greatly. It was impacting the morale on campus as well. Some students weren't showing up to their classes, afraid of getting hurt.
"I knew one of the students that got murdered," Mia admitted.
"Me too." The thought of Michelle came to mind instantly. As much as you didn't like her, you wouldn't have wanted her killed.
"He was nice, sorta. I mean, we talked about movies a lot. He had a thing for slasher films. Used to go on and on about them. But between you and me," she leaned in close, "He seemed too fascinated in the gore of it. It was kinda unsettling." You shivered at the thought. Mia sighed, pulling a hair tie from her wrist.
"But he was nice. I'll miss the guy," she frowned as she put her curls into a ponytail.
"It's terrible. So depressing," you added.
"What is?" A voice chimed in. You turned to find Ethan standing there, making you gasp a little. He had on a baby-blue collared t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair looking a little frizzy. You noticed how his muscles looked in the shirt, making your heart race a little.
"You're here," you smiled. Ethan didn't tell you he was coming; you had planned to meet him with the group after your classes were done, and you still had one class left for the day.
"Of course. I wanted to see you," he smiled. You could feel your cheeks warming up as Mia narrowed her eyes at your boyfriend.
"Mia! This is my boyfriend, Ethan. Mia's a friend of mine-"
"We've met before," Mia cut you off. You raised both your eyebrows, surprised. You looked up at Ethan, who had no expression on his face as he stared at her.
"Oh! Do you guys have classes together?" You questioned.
"We went to high school together," Mia explained. Well, what a small world!
Ethan's hand snuck around yours, pulling you closer to him. "Can we get going, pretty?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, squeezing his hand.
"I'll see you later Mia, okay?" You smiled, waving at her. Ethan kissed your temple, already turning to leave, pulling you with him. As Ethan kept you glued to his side, he looked back at Mia, glaring at her. You didn't notice, too busy fumbling with the zipper on your black jacket. His grip on your hand stayed until you made it out of the building. He dropped it and sat on the nearest bench under a tree.
"So, tell me about your class. How was it, pretty?" He smiled, staring at you. You smiled widely, immediately going on and on about all the things you learned, the little moments where your professor made you laugh, and the doodles you put on the margins of your notes. He didn't interrupt your rambling, simply taking everything in. He couldn't believe you were his girlfriend, his first one at that. All the time he spent obsessing over you amounted to this: calling you his sweet, dumb thing. Not that you were dumb; you were a smart girl. You just had this sense of innocence; you lacked experience. Something about that drove him crazy; it played out in his fantasies all the time:
You'd be whimpering as he spread your thighs apart, showing him out much you were aching, dripping in your panties. He'd groan at the sight of the growing wet patch, whining as he rubs you through your panties. You'd start mewling at the friction, almost on the verge of begging for him to be rougher. He'd slip your panties off and shove them in his pocket, knowing he'd fuck his cock up into them later. He'd press his lips all over your thigh as he rubs your clit in a circular motion, getting closer and closer before meeting your pussy face-to-face. As he starts to suck on your--
"Ethan?? Did you hear me?" Your voice perked up in his ears, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," He looked at the ground, avoiding your eyes. You took some steps forward, standing in between his legs and playing with his hair. "About what?" Ethan grins, trailing his eyes up your body to meet your face.
I'm thinking about how you'd taste on my tongue. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are," he sighed. You blush profusely as you kiss his forehead. “You’re too cute.” He moved his head back to look up at you, his lips forming a grin once again.
“What are you doing tonight?” He asked.
“Nothing much. I was gonna review for my stats exam, but that's about it. Why?" you asked.
"Well, I was wondering if I could come over."
"Oh! Yeah! That'd be great. We could invite the others too, have a little study-"
"No." Your eyebrows raise at the interruption. "No?" You repeat.
"I was thinking we could hang out alone. Just me and you." Ethan stared with alluring eyes, trying to persuade you. And it worked! You felt yourself melting, brushing your fingers against his.
"I'd like that! That sounds nice.." You trail off for a moment, "What do you wanna do?" Ethan had some ideas in mind, all of which involved you becoming a blubbering mess.
"Hm, I don't know! I could help you study, or we could watch movies together," he suggested.
"We can watch scary movies!"
"Yes! What about slashers?" You cringed at the thought, shaking your head.
"I don't think I could sit through one of those, considering everything that's been happening recently." For a moment, Ethan forgot about the killings. He forgot the part he played in the torment of the Carpenter sisters. He forgot the mission his father wanted to complete as a family, to avenge his older brother.
For a few minutes, he was just a boy, talking to the girl he loved.
"Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry. I didn't even think about it."
"It's okay. We'll figure something out," you smile. His heartbeat quickened again, feeling pulled into your presence.
"Of course we will, pretty." He pressed his lips on your temple before pulling out his phone, groaning at the texts his sister sent:
Stop talking to your plaything and hurry up. Dad wants to meet. -sis
Omg I can see the vein popping out of your forehead -sis
Little brooo lets gooo :0 -sis
"What's wrong, E?" He shoved his phone back into his pocket, scoffing at his sister's impatience.
"I have to go."
"Already?" You felt sad, wishing this moment would last longer. He lifts your chin up, looking at your pouty lips.
"Don't be sad. I'm coming over tonight, remember?" You nodded, and he pulled your face into a kiss. He selfishly wanted to leave you longing for him, whiny. He deepened the kiss towards the end before pulling away, making your cheeks warm up.
"I'll text you when I'm on my way tonight!" He called out.
"Okay! See you soon!" You both go your separate ways, thinking about the other, wondering what would await when the night sky came.
"He's coming over?!" Annika gasps as she put the dishes away. You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch.
"Yes, Anika! And I'm freaking out! What am I supposed to wear?? The clothes I already have on?? What do I do?!" You can hear Anika laughing at your helplessness, not having a care in the world.
"Girl, just put on some comfy clothes. You said you might watch movies, right?" You peek your head over the cushions, like a deer in headlights. "Yeah?"
"That'll be the perfect time to cuddle with him! Wear comfy clothes! Wait, is he sleeping over?"
"I didn't think that far ahead," you say sheepishly.
"Well if he does, I'm not gonna be here. I'll be at Mindy's again, so don't worry about me interrupting you two," she smirked. You roll your eyes at the comment. You jumped off the couch, standing on your feet. "Can you help me pick out my clothes?"
"Of course!" She smiled sweetly. You always appreciated Anika's advice when it came to clothes. She could praise you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She'd help you pick out outfits to add to your wardrobe all the time. It was safe to say she had heavy influence over the clothes in your dresser. But that wasn't a bad thing! She had great style and helped you find your own.
As you slipped on different outfits, you found yourself remembering the first kiss again. The way he pulled you into his lap, the heavy breathing between the both of you, the way he grabbed your ass. Would he do that tonight? Would he want to go further and have sex? Am I even ready?
You were gonna be honest: you've never had sex. You never felt comfortable getting to that point with anyone in high school, but now you were in college, and you had Ethan in your life. You've touched yourself before, explored your body at night when you were alone. Ethan could attest to that; he'd seen you through the hidden camera in your room.
He replayed the footage on his laptop every night, watching you get yourself dressed and ready for bed. His hands would wander when your hand journeyed down your body, into your underwear. He'd patch your pace, trying to cum at the same time as you. He imagined his hand was yours, coaching him through the process. He relished in the expressions you'd make as you bit your lip, getting closer and closer. He couldn't believe how dirty you were, his little plaything. As much as he hated when Quinn called you that, he found himself liking it recently. It was probably the relationship change, going from friends to boyfriend-girlfriend.
Speaking of Ethan, while you were finding the perfect outfit, he was listening to his father drone on and on about the Carpenter sisters. He and his sister, Quinn, sat beside each other at the kitchen table. He couldn't recall the last time the three of them had been in this house, the house they grew up in. There was a time when Richie woudl lighten the room, putting a smile on everyone's face, even their mom's. The memory of his mother's face made him shudder, bringing him back to reality.
"Ethan? Any updates?" His father repeated.
"What?"
"UPDATES. On the Carpenter sisters. You got anything?"
"O-oh. No. Sorry," he averted his eyes. His father scoffed, rubbing his eyes.
"Ethan, you've got to be fully in this. Alright? You can't just walk away. They killed my son, your brother. Have you forgotten that?"
"No sir."
"Good! Is there anything you can tell me? Maybe someone we have to watch out for?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "Someone recognized me from high school."
"Who?"
"This girl, Mia. She and I used to be friends when Richie was still around, but after he died, we kinda grew apart." His father narrowed his eyes. "So she knows you're related to Richie."
"Yeah."
"Hm. Interesting. Has she said anything to you?"
"No. But she didn't look happy to see me." Quinn glanced at him, growing anxious.
"Quinn could make a visit to this...Mia girl." Ethan's eyes grew wide. "What? No! She hasn't done anything. She just recognizes me."
"Son, I'm not taking any chances. We can't have anyone connecting us to these killings. We need alibis, so find one for yourself tonight. Understand?"
"But dad, she doesn't-"
"Do you understand?" He repeats with a louder voice. Ethan shrinks in his seat, only nodding. His father smiled. "Good."
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Princess
Azriel x f!Reader
One of the series I’m currently working on. Enjoy!
Summary; Reader is Mor’s new friend that she found in the winter court while she was away for business. Y/n has been raised as a princess since her parents wanted to wed her to a noble fae in order to climb the social ranks. When her parents are brutally murdered y/n is left alone without a clue about the harsh reality or the brutality of the world. Mor finds her and takes her back to Velaris afraid of what might happen to her if she was left to live on her own. Will y/n survive the hate she will receive from certain members of the inner circle -including her mate- regarding the way she grew up?
Warnings; angst, mentions of abuse, trauma and death, swearing
Masterlist.
Princess Masterlist.
Chapter 11
“I think you are ready for training” Azriel spoke.
He was sitting on the small chair by your window with a hot cup of tea in his hands.
“My hands still seize when I try to move them for more than five minutes...” you noted.
“We can focus on your legs tomorrow… you were doing so good don’t let it go to waste.” He shrugged.
“I will think about it...” you murmured.
As you were both sitting in silence your thumbs started twitching and you knew that your hands would start seizing in a few minutes. Your eyes watered and you stared at the ground.
“What’s wrong?” Azriel asked when he noticed your expression.
“Nothing…” you chewed your bottom lip and he sighed.
“Let me see…” he said softly and got up.
You pulled your hands from the blanket and showed him, they had start seizing by now. A few tears escaped from your eyes and Azriel shook his head.
“It’s okay…” he whispered and grabbed some of the ointment. He grabbed your hands and started massaging them.
“Thank you” you replied and kept your gaze fixed on his scarred fingers. When your hands stopped seizing, he grabbed one and placed a kiss on your knuckles. Your breath hitched and he froze.
“I’m sorry I… I don’t know why I did this” he stuttered and backed off quickly, like your skin burned him.
“I’m so so sorry” he repeated and hurried out of your room before you had a chance to reply.
You gaped at the spot he was previously sitting, your thoughts running wild and your heart racing.
What was that? Why did he do this? I shouldn’t care, no… I don’t care. We are only friends and that’s only because he is helping me through all of this. I can’t be with someone who treated me like this from the moment I stepped foot in this court, the only reason why I don’t hate him is this stupid bond and the healing process with which he helped me so much.
Your thoughts kept crushing on your mind like waves and even though it hurt, you kept thinking trying to sort your feelings and beliefs. You couldn’t understand how your life turned upside down and you didn’t know who to blame. Mor brought you here but only to protect you, she couldn’t know that her friends would treat you like that. Azriel for sure was a part of the reason you got hurt but again it wasn’t his intention and if you kept your mouth shut about the mating bond nothing would’ve happened. You could blame yourself for never realizing how badly your parents were mentally abusing you and then following a stranger so blindly. You could blame yourself for not standing up when Azriel treated you like this and for leaving instead of fighting. If you stayed at the house of wind the Illyrians wouldn’t find you and now your hands would remain unsullied. You could blame your fate, maybe everything was meant to happen, maybe the Mother wanted to make you see how strong you really are and snap you out of your parent’s brainwashing. You thought about your power, you didn’t tell anyone about it in fear of what they would do to you. Your mother suppressed it with wards, what if they did the same? Were you dangerous? You could feel it building up again and you knew you had to tell someone sooner or later. What if you couldn’t hold it back and you ended up hurting someone? They wouldn’t forgive you and if they kicked you out, your life would be over before you could even blink. You knew from the moment you came that you were trapped here but now you wondered if it was indeed a bad thing. Cassian was training you and Rhysand seemed like he really cared about his family, if you could become one of them your life would get better and maybe you could be happy.
You closed your eyes and let sleep take over, you were too tired to keep thinking.
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Morning came and someone knocked on your door, you almost frowned when Nesta walked in instead of Azriel.
“Good morning, Azriel said that you might want to come to training today.” She said softly.
“Good morning, I don’t know” you mumbled.
“I just came to tell you that we will be waiting for you, it’s okay if you don’t come though.” She smiled and closed the door when you nodded.
You decided to give training a chance and got up, after you washed yourself ignoring the itching on your hands when water touched them you picked your clothes. You could feel a pang every time something touched them and getting dressed took way longer than before. With a sigh you left your room and walked to the roof. The girls, Cassian and Azriel were there, and they all stopped their exercises when they saw you.
Gwyn rushed to you and pulled you for a hug.
“I’m sorry” she said and rubbed your back.
“Why?” you asked. Your hands remained on your sides.
“I didn’t know he is your mate.” She replied and broke the hug.
“Oh okay” you shrugged. You wanted to tell her that you would reject the bond and that she could have him if she wanted, but your mouth remained shut. No matter how hard you tried to speak it refused.
“Hello y/n, it’s good to have you back” Cassian smiled. “Azriel is going to train you today because I will be sparring with the girls.” He continued at nodded at the ring.
Azriel avoided your gaze and walked to the corner.
“Okay thank you” you said and followed the shadowsinger.
“Any pain?” Azriel asked you and glanced at your hands.
“When I was getting ready, I’m okay now” you replied. Claude had rejoined the other shadows around Azriel, and you secretly hoped it would come back to you after training.
You began stretching and Azriel watched your every move. His eyes lingered on your hands and every time they almost touched the ground he tensed.
“Az I’m fine” you rolled your eyes.
“Wh-what?” he stuttered. You sent him a questioning look and he continued “How did you call me?”
You thought about what you said and blushed.
“Oh I’m sorry…” you started but he cut you off.
“No no it’s okay” he smiled.
You practiced some kicks and worked on your balance. Every time that Azriel thought you were going to fall, his hands were instantly on your waist.
“I won’t fall” you said for the millionth time.
“I know but I don’t want to risk it, you will instinctively stretch your arms and you will get hurt, the pain will be unbearable” he also explained for the millionth time.
“Stop acting like I’m going to break, I know how badly it’s going to hurt but I won’t die” you scoffed.
“Well I’m sorry for caring” he rolled his eyes.
You snorted and shook your head. “Now you care about me? Now you decided to be nice to me? If you treated me like that from the start I wouldn’t be in this situation” you yelled and showed him your hands. You heard a few gasps from behind and noticed everyone’s gazes on your hands.
Azriel teared up and remained silent as he stared on your scarred flesh.
“You know what? Fuck you!” you spat and stormed off.
You entered your room and fell on the bed, sobs shook your body, you didn't know why you blamed him, just yesterday you thought about this and decided that it wasn't his fault. You tensed when your door opened again.
“You think that I don’t blame myself?” Azriel’s broken voice boomed through the house “I know that it is my fucking fault. I know that even though I failed you the first thing you told me was that it isn’t my fault because that’s how fucking good you are. That’s why I wanted you to hate me, because you’re the light and I’m the darkness. Do you know what darkness does? It chases the light away, it destroys it! That’s what I almost did to you.” he was sobbing as he spoke. You noticed how badly he struggled to take a breath.
“No!” you yelled back and stood in front of him “You’re wrong, the light makes the darkness disappear.”
He stared into your eyes and took a step closer.
“I’m what causes your misery. I think it’s best for you to keep a distance.”
You scoffed and moved closer to him, you were now only a few inches away.
“Of course, run away from your problems like a coward.”
His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back again.
“What do you want me to do?” he breathed.
“Fix what you caused. Make it up to me.” You didn’t know why you said that.
“I will, when we reject the bond.”
“Good.” You shouted.
“Good” he shouted back.
You remained still for a few moments, staring at each other. You noticed all the shades of brown and green in his eyes and the few flecks of gold, they were unique and you could see that they held way too much pain inside.
“Good” he whispered again and left your room.
“Fuck you” you shouted and slammed the door shut, leaving a whimper at the pain on your hand.
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Liberation
gf!tara x gf!fem!reader
a.n.: this is my first ever fic, so please make sure to share your thoughts about it...
warnings: blood, mentions of past trauma, slight schizophrenia, murder, mentions of hot scenes, harsh language
English isn't my first language, but I did my best!
word count: 5.1k
Some people say it’s a miracle you are alive. Some say you are cursed, and a threat to the community. Some say that some unworldly power helped you get through your life until now. You agreed with the last one. Nobody in the world knew how you survived your childhood. Except for you.
When you were three years old, you were involved in a car crash, in which both of you parents were inpaled on a tree and died. After that, at the age of five, your godfather, was shot down by the police, because they thought he is going to shoot them first. Of course, you were in the back seat when this happened, and you only survived, because you ducked away from behind your new guard. The orphanage you’ve been put in, burnt down around you, when you were eight.
The „Voice”, you called it. The second part of you, which nobody knew of. The part of you, that you hid from everything and everyone. It was the saviour of you. It was the one, who told you to put your back against you fathers’ seat, before the car crashed, so you would survive the tree that pierced through the front window. It was the one, who told you to duck, just before the gun was fired. It was the one, who told you to hug the ground and crawl to the back door of the building, so you wouldn’t suffocate from the smoke, and so you wouldn’t be trapped inside the building, once the support beam that held the ceiling crashed down. It forced you out of situations, without letting you warn others of the danger. It felt like there was a psychopath on you, who was ready for mayhem and destruction.
And it was the one, who tried to influence all your actions. It spoke to you; it tempted you and it bothered you. Only when in danger, did you listen to it. It was full of envy and hatred. It didn’t want you to make friends or go to activities. It tried to manipulate you and cut you away from those, who you loved and or cared about you. Whenever you tried to talk to it, it was like it didn’t hear you, or just didn’t bother to answer neither your questions nor your accusations.
Other then it being a pain in the ass when it came to the public, it was actually very tolerable when you were home at your aunt’s place. It stayed silent, mostly ever talking when you were trying to choose a movie or a book to read. You’ve had similar tastes and quickly found that the favourite movie series for you both, were the Stab movies. The only place where you could speak to it was in front of the mirror. You’ve rarely done it because it felt weird to speak to your reflection, that didn’t even mimic you. Anyone who would come in would see nothing, except for you talking to your own reflection. After you’ve made this discovery, it was there EVERYWHERE. Any time you would go to the toilet, there it was looking back at you from the mirror with a horrific grin on your mouth. Every time you looked onto the water’s surface it was there, mocking you. You were terrified of it and thus, yourself.
Then, at the end of primary school, when you went home, you’ve had enough. From it. It has teased you with murder before, but now it was meaning it.
“Kill the bitch! Run your knife through her and see what her insides look like! I guess that would be a sight worth seeing!”
You ignored its words. You knew it wouldn’t hear you until you were face to face with it. You barged in the bathroom and unleashed your fury at it on the dirty mirror.
“Shut up!” you screamed.
“If she won’t be ours, she won’t be anybody’s!” it lashed out.
“You want to kill her because she said no to me?!” you asked in disbelief, shame running through you as you remembered back at what happened.
“Of course! Turn the canal’s water red with her blood!”
“I don’t want to hurt her! I won’t hurt anyone!”
“It would be so liberating!” your reflection was feral. The grin on your mouth was mixed with the terrifying sight of absolute madness in your eyes. You needed to convince yourself, that you weren’t seeing your own face. You were feeling the effect it had on you. You were losing control of yourself.
“Get out of my head!”
“I won’t go anywhere! I will help you slice that bitch up and then get on with everybody else, who has hurt you. Think of the kids that bullied you in the orphanage. Now picture their bodies…”
“SHUT UP!” you were yelling at this point. You didn’t care if the neighbours heard you. You wanted it out. It was getting to you. The images that it said, were flashing through your mind, and to say they weren’t nice would’ve been a lie. You gripped the corner of the sink so hard, your fingers hurt and turned white.
“It would fill the hole in your soul. Let go! It would make you whole!”
Your vision went black. You couldn’t see anything but it, with a huge grin on your own mouth. You couldn’t think straight. You wouldn’t give up either though. In a last, desperate attempt, you crashed the mirror with your bare hands as you screamed your lungs out. It hurt like hell. Blood was dripping down your hand. But at that moment, you felt victorious and at peace. When you looked at your reflection through the cracks, you saw yourself. A laugh escaped your lips, as you smiled at yourself. You touched your face, like it’s the first time you saw it. The blood you left on it was now running down your cheeks, but you didn’t mind. It was nowhere to be found. You finally got rid of it.
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High school was calm and peaceful. From the moment you set foot in there, you were famous. Almost everybody knew your name, knew what shit you've been through. Most of the people left you alone, or tried to keep distance for the first half semester, like you were rotten meat. Except for a small group of people, whom you quickly became friends with.
After the school got used to your presence, the bullies started to present themselves. Not afraid of you anymore, they started picking on you, for even the smallest detail. To say that they made your time there miserable would be an understatement. You still finished your first year on a good note. Your aunt and you have become close and you finally had some friends with whom you would meet with during the summer.
The next year started off, as the last closed. At the first day the others already left because they got less hours than you. This was when the bullies showed up. Your impulsiveness led you to a fight with them. Two of their group ended up in the infirmary with bruises and stiches, and you in the principal's office, with a warning. When your aunt picked you up, she was angry but the moment you were in the car, her face lightened up and asked you all about the fight. At first you were confused, but then started to talk about what happened with more and more enthusiasm. She listened to every last detail you told her, with pride on her face.
"Next time, maybe don't hold back." She said with a wide grin.
"There won't be a next time, for a long time if I assume right." You answered.
At night, you all gathered at Tara's place. When they saw your black eye, and the stich on your cheek, their jaws dropped. Then, you were hit with a wave of questions on your well being, the state of the "other guy" and whom the fight happened with. You told the story all over again, with a bit more detail than you actually remembered. As you were talking Chad encouragingly patted your shoulders, and commented on your technique, like he was some kind of professional. Tara's face lit up when you got to the part where you got your scars. You didn't take it as something important until after the party, in your bed thinking about her. Realization hit you, that you like her. The way she moved around, the way she made everyone laugh and that she always was nice. Oh, you liked her very much.
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That night, in your dream, it came back. You were standing in front of each other. It spoke to you, but you didn't listen. Even if you tried to take in what it was saying, you couldn't understand it. Then it took out Ghostfaces' mask from behind it's back, and placed it on its head. As it approached you, you froze down. Couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't talk. When it reached you, it tilted its head, and you woke up. You tried to calm down, as your thoughts were racing. It was back. Was it back? 'Please. Somebody save me' you thought.
The next weeks were normal. You haven't heard its voice, or felt its influence. As the days were passing, you shook it of like it was a nightmare, even though you were most certain, that it wasn't one.
Just as you thought, the bullies didn't come back for a long time. During the 'Time of Peace', as you called it you managed to get to know your friends more, especially Tara. It was like having a new family. You guys would always go to one's house to hold small get-togethers and parties. Everybody was nice and smooth, but your eyes were always set on her.
You two got together really well. You both liked horror movies, and would go on to watch them all together. Like yours, her favourite movie series was Stab too. One time around the end of the year, you managed to prank call her, and she quickly got into the game. You left your voice changer at home, so you tried your best at hiding your own voice, failing miserably. You sneaked in through the back door and got into her house. As she was heading into the kitchen, you jumped her. She did definitely not expect you to be in her house.
She gripped you tightly as she calmed down quickly. Her touch made you have goosebumps. You never saw her scared, and were proud of yourself. She looked cute.
"Fuck!" she breathed out finally. "Y/N!"
"At your service."
"What are you doing here?!"
"Well, the plan was to sneak in, scare your gorgeous ass. Then maybe, just maybe, watch something together" you admitted. "First half worked out pretty well if I dare say so myself."
"Okay than Mrs. jumpscare. Take your shoes off. I just finished cleaning. After that, we may discuss having movie night." She looked at you through her smile. After a second, she watched you curiously and raised an elbow. That’s when it hit you how close you were. She was still in your arms so you quickly let go and did as you were told. You were trying your best to hide your blush but the way she looked at you made it pretty clear, that it didn't work.
You settled down on her couch, patiently waiting for her to make the popcorn. When she got to the living room, you slowly pulled out an ancient dvd holder of your bag. You shot her a grin as you saw her mouth drop.
"No fuckin' way where did you get this?!" she shouted in excitement. She took the holder out of your hand and started analysing it. It was the original Stab movie's director's cut.
"Did a little digging in the attic." You shrugged.
"You're kidding me."
"Indeed I am. I needed to pay off the guy in the dvd renter so that he lets me to the backside of his place. I found this piece of art there."
She bit her lips in excitement as she looked at you, her beautiful eyes full of wonder. You nodded to her, so she would open it and place the dvd in the player. As it started playing, she sat beside you. Too close, for your body not to act up. You could only hope that the couch didn't vibrate from your heartbeat.
Even though you have already seen the scenes that were cut from the film on the internet, you eagerly waited for every one of them. When one would come up, you sat straighter. Yet, you couldn't pay attention to them because every time you sat up, Tara grabbed your hand, like she was afraid you would go away.
This made it impossible for you to look at the television. Your vision was filled with her, the way the lights reflected back from her beautiful eyes, the way her smile could melt any matter on the world and the way she looked up at you time to time. This was one of those moments. Your eyes met and you felt like you could gaze into hers for the rest of your life. Her eyes went to your lips, then back again. You did the same, whilst leaning just a tiny bit closer to her. She was the one to close the distance. You felt in heaven as your lips crashed together, the salty taste filling your every sense. Your eyes shut close as you pulled her into you. She was addicting, and would be the death of you. Somehow that idea just made her even more appealing. She separated herself from you, to take in a quick breath, then she was back onto you, her jaws biting your bottom lip ferociously.
She pulled away again, worry in her eyes from her own action. You already missed her presence on your lips. You chased after her kissing her the same way she did you. You sank onto her, grabbing her thighs as you pushed her down to the couch. You can't tell how much time you spent there, just making out. The only thing that stopped you was a sudden scream. You quickly looked up not really understanding where it came from. Her giggles made you realize, that it came from the movie. It was as if the outer world completely disappeared to you. The film was about to end, and the real stabbing began in it.
"Do you know how long you've kept me waiting for this?" you asked her, when your senses became clear again. You still couldn't believe what just happened.
"I actually do." she said with a smirk. "You aren't really good at hiding your feelings dear."
"Yes. I get that a lot."
She smiled at you, somehow being even more gorgeous than before, than snuggled up to your side, to finish the movie. You put a hand around her and played with her hair, as you finally calmed down. After the film, the two of you would have a long night ahead of you.
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From that point, you two were always found together. She didn't want to hide you, which made you even more confident. Days, weeks and months passed but nothing made you feel as complete as her. Well, almost complete. You still didn't feel quite right, but you couldn't put your finger around it.
As your third year began, you both found some new activities for yourselves. You signed up for drum classes, and she to a new art group. You knew she loved to draw, and this only made her already good style into something that you could only describe as "high art". One day, you went to her place only to find it empty. As you killed time, you found one of her old sketchbooks. Your eyes widened, when you realized more than half of them were you. Wait, were you really that beautiful in her eyes? When she got home, you couldn't stop teasing her with it, as you also complimented her work.
"Stop it!"
"Only if you draw me right now, so that I can see how well my gorgeous can draw!" you said with a wide grin.
She blushed at the comment. With a bit more of your nagging, she finally gave in. As she drew you, she started speaking about her peers at the art group. She kept mentioning a boy named Kent, whom she really got close with. A hint of jealousy hit your stomach as you listened to her.
"He helped me improve my line work." She was always rambling about something when she was focusing. It's one of the things you loved about her. Whenever she was cooking, which she was also a goddess at, she would always talk about her day, or something that was on her mind. "He is also the best student of his class."
"Well, he sounds like a nerd."
Tara's hand stopped and her mouth dropped open a little. "Is someone jealous?"
"No…" you huffed out immediately.
"Riiiiiight." she teased and returned to drawing.
In minutes, you already hated this Kent. Tara rented about him for a few more minutes, only because she loved your reaction. You hated every minute of it. Anger coiling in you, eating you up from the inside. A really familiar feeling, but you couldn't quite remember when you've felt like this. Then it hit you. Just a moment later, it, also hit you.
"You know what to do…"
You froze down in shock. Terror showed on your face, and Tara immediately stopped, watching you worriedly. 'No, no, no, no… It can't… Why…' you felt like your mind stopped working. Everything felt cold and hot at the same time, your clothes too tight, you couldn't breathe. Tara stepped to you, saying something, but you couldn't hear it. Then she gripped your shoulders and shook you up a bit.
"Look at me!" she spoke, her words finally hitting your ear. "Y/N!" you obliged. "What's the matter? It was just a joke. Nothing serious…" she hugged you softly.
"N- No it wasn't that…"
"Then what was it?"
You couldn't tell her. You wanted to run away, to curl up in a corner and hide the world from yourself. Her eyes wouldn't let you. So you did the second best thing that came to your mind. You lied.
"La- lately I have started having panic attacks. They are tied to what happened with me in my childhood." 'Idiot!' you thought.
"Mhm, how can I help?"
"This does…" you said eyeing her closeness. She held you even tighter now, calming you down.
You don't know how long you've been standing in her arms, but after a while you slowly pulled away to kiss her. "How's the drawing going?"
She smiled at you. "Ready for you to judge babe." she said, taking her sketchbook from the couch, showing you the newly drawn masterpiece. You were truly amazed by it.
"I can't decide why it looks so good. Because it is about me, or because you were the one to draw it." you teased.
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The next days were torture. It came back indefinitely. It overtook your image in your reflections once again. It spoke to you in the most inconvenient of times. It tried to influence you again. And it fuelled your hatred of Kent.
You always saw him around Tara, either you were, or weren't with her. He was like a little puppy, eagerly following her around. He definitely had a crush on her. This made you mad and insecure. It was like there was a knife, twisting in your stomach. The Voice only made it worse. Somehow it succeeded at making you not think of Kent as a human, but as a threat. As a predator, who was circling around something, that was yours. This made your nights restless and your days infuriating.
"We need to keep her safe." it spoke to you, as you were drying your hair.
"I need to keep her safe, yes. Stop using the royal we please."
"There is not one, without the other. I am a part of you and you can't even fuckin' deny it."
"I can, and I do. Can I dry my hair now?"
"I see your dreams as well as you do. I know you've been dreaming about it. Let us cut him up!"
You didn't answer him.
"Oh, it would be a site to see. The bloodied mess of his open stomach. I bet his screams would be just as beautiful as your dreams show. What sweet nightmare we can bring to life if we pay him a visit! Picture Tara! See as he touches her, as he holds her!" you couldn't cut the pictures out of your head. You were furious, full of hatred and jealousy. It took your thoughts over. No. You took your own thoughts over. "Now picture him dead."
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That night you put on the mask. You didn't need to go far for it, as it was tucked away in your closet. The robes and the knife too. Originally you only wanted to buy a fake knife, but to your aunt's advice, you bought a real one. What a great decision that was.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection didn't behave differently from you. You pulled the mask down, and smiled at yourself. It was you all along.
You started the engine of your aunts' car. She was away on a business trip, and left the car for your use at home. You couldn't be more thankful for her, that she thought you how to drive at summer. Kent was living at the other half of Woodsboro, and you didn't want unwilling eyes to see you.
You stopped two blocks away from his house. You put your mask on, and taped the voice changer to your neck. You got out of the car and quickly made your way to the backyard of his house. Light shined out of the building. Only one shutter wasn't pulled down, and it was on the second floor of the house. 'Fuckin' prick too. Oh this really will be fun!'
You pulled your phone out and rang the number of the houses' line phone. While still at home, you searched it out of the phone book, your aunt was still keeping at home. It rang for a while, before someone finally picked it up.
"Hello?" you heard his voice from the line, uncertain.
"Hello there Kent." you said, voice changer turned on.
"Who am I speaking to?"
You chuckled. "Soon, you'll discover. Tell me! Would you like to play a game?"
He didn't answer right away, as if he was talking to someone. Were his parents not out of town? "Well, I'm kind of in the middle of one, so I would say no…"
You looked in through a small gap at one of the shutters. "I think this game is more fun than Monopoly…" you said with a grin under your mask.
"How do you know what we're playing?"
"Don't you know not to ask this question?" oh, he was clueless. Sweet sweet ignorance.
Now, a familiar voice came to the phone. "Hello sweet prank caller! Could you please let my friend go now? He needs to step in my hotel!"
You recognized her. What was Tara doing here? Your mind went through the possible causes, then you remembered. She invited you too for game night, but you backed out of the offer. 'Fuck. Well, can't back off now can I?'
"No I cannot Tara Carpenter. I have some unfinished business with the gentleman."
You saw the shock that settled on her face through the gap. It didn't please you even in the least amount. Then she looked up at Kent and cut the line. Both of them are going to start searching for you know. The others already left. Mindy and Chad left with Liv, because she needed her private time with Chad, and Mindy didn't have a car of her own. Wes had a tight deadline to head home because of her mother. Amber called sick for the week. The only ones staying the longest were always you and Tara. You didn't know about Kents' friends, but you didn't see more people than two.
You climbed up at the eaves of the house to the window, where your only entrance lied. You opened it with your knife, and climbed in without a sound. You called again.
"So, I bet you are dying to hang on the line now!"
"You talked about a game… If I play, you leave us alone… Right?"
Obviously Tara wasn't near him. She would have given him such a smack, that his screams would've echoed up the stairs. Oh what wouldn't you give to hear that sound.
"Precisely! Now you are getting it. I ask, you answer. A wrong answer means five more stabs! Do I have your undivided attention?"
You heard his gulp through the phone. "Yes."
"What's your favourite scary movie?"
"There is no good answer to this!"
"Wrong… You are living in Woodsboro. There can only be one good answer. Stab. But since this would be an unfair game, I will give you some fair questions, so you have a chance." You played with your knife in hand, waiting for his response.
"Okay…"
"Tell me Kent. What were you and Tara talking about when you took her hand, and drag her to class?"
"How…"
"I think at this point you really should know better than to ask back boy."
Little pause. "We were talking about her girlfriend. I was saying she was too possessive of her and she started a fight with me.
"Very good! Two more questions to go." you said as you sneaked down the stairs. "I'm going to make this harder for you. Who is the man behind the mask in the original Stab?"
"Lemme think!"
"Tick tack Kent!" you said after ten seconds. "If you don't answer, Tara might be in trouble. And you wouldn't dare risk her pretty shirt getting all bloody would you now?
"If you dare touch her!"
"I would be more interested in your wellbeing at the moment, if I were you. Answer!"
"I- I don't know!"
"Wroooong again… You disappoint me young man. I know for a fact Tara has told you about this, since she tells everyone about them. The right answer is Billy Loomis and Stu Macher." you were in the living room now, sanding not far and behind him. "Last question, and this better be right! Do you think, I could have made it into your house, through the window that was wide open on your second floor?"
His head shot back, fear in his eyes. It was more beautiful then you ever imagined. You theatrically hung up the phone, then waved at him with the knife.
"TARA RUN!" He yelled out, as he too, started to run towards the front door. You took your time chasing him. Before you called first, you barricaded the front door. Nobody could leave that way.
He was banging on the door terror in his eyes as you walked slowly closer. "What's your answer Kenty boy?"
"Fuck you!"
"I'm afraid that I can't take that as the right answer…" you said tsking, then you started running at him hand and knife raised. He tried to duck away, but you predicted it and ran your blade through his side. It felt so good! The warmth of his blood that soaked your hand, the scream of pain he let out. It was liberating. "One!" you shivered out, euphoria taking over your body.
You pulled the knife out of his stomach, then kicked him to the ground. He desperately tried to defend himself, failing miserably in it. As you climbed him, he hit your ribs, and tried to pull of your mask. Each attempt he made, you rewarded it with a stab. His blood spilled on your mask, bloodying it. You couldn't contain the laugh that escaped your mouth. You counted the stabs, making sure to reach the target. Blood spilled from his mouth as he writhed under you. Your own blood was pumping in your ear, making you numb. You almost didn't hear the scream that echoed through the house. Your head snapped back up, searching for its source. Even though you didn't want to believe it, you would have recognized that voice from anywhere. Tara was in trouble.
You stood up, kicking his now lifeless body in the process. Then marched your way to where you heard her. As you entered the kitchen, you froze down from confusion. Tara was on the ground, sticking a kitchen knife in someone's neck, whom you saw with Kent two times before. 'So there was a third wheel…' You watched as she took the life of the boy, only looking up at you after she was done, smile on her face. That bloodied smile made you melt. This was a completely new side of her, that you never saw before. The insanity in her eyes was burning, her perfect white teeth shown to you.
"What took you so long?" she asked still smiling, getting closer to you.
"What do you mean?" you asked back. Your voice changer didn't work anymore. Kent probably ruined it.
When she reached you, she took your mask of and kissed you immediately, all softness gone from her. She bit your tongue and pulled you into her smaller body. You were so turned on from her, and you knew she felt it.
"You mean, you wanted me to get to him?" you asked, as you pulled away for a moment.
"We both wanted you to get to him. Our first night together, remember? The Voice in you, overtook you, and made me feel better than ever." she said, as she started undressing you, pulling you upstairs. "Afterwards, we talked freely. You told me everything about your past, so I told you everything too. I told you, how I feel my anger build up until I can't control it. I told you about my first victim, and you devoured me for it! So in return, I decided to help free yourself." she took half a step back looking at you with wild, heart eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." you said instantly. As her lips crashed on yours, you could only think about you being finally complete. Complete with her, complete with yourself. You picked her up, and carried her upstairs. You dropped her onto the bed, and climbed after her. You were finally free. She liberated you, and you would dedicate your whole life to showing her how grateful you were for that.
#tara x reader#scream fanfic#scream#jenna ortega#fanfiction#my stuff#ghostface!tara#ghostface!reader#tara carpenter x reader#ghostface!taracarpenter#first fanfic
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Baby c!Dream has found something very very scary! He's found a new person! What's the correct response to this new threat?
Obviously, Dream prepared to murder them.
Listen he might've left most of the netherite armor at home (very heavy :( ) but he's still ready to do murder!!
He peeks out from his hiding place in the bushes, only to discover that the voice belongs to...
Another child?
Not a normal child though, there's something very wrong with this child.
They don't have any wings, their eyes aren't purple, they've got no scales and the horns on their head are nubby and would've been hidden by their hair.
Still, they are a child, and murder feels like an unfair response.
Plus... Well, Dream had been getting a bit lonely.
XD visits are nice and all, but they don't last that long. And Dream was used to always having people around.
Now XD had warned Dream that he must be very careful who he allowed close to him. And he took that seriously!
So, with that in mind, Dream carefully survived the other child, watching them for any signs of evil behavior.
After about five minutes he hadn't seen them do much but chew on their own foot. Still, he wasn't quite sure.
In the end, he went home without doing much beyond watching them. The entire situation felt far too scary. He'd never seen a child like that before, and he wasn't ready to interact with one yet.
Despite his nerves, Dream didn't mention the child to XD, not wanting to get them in trouble if they weren't supposed to be close. They didn't really seem threatening after all.
Nearly three years would go by of Dream keeping his eye on this strange child at the edge of his territory.
He was almost content to just watch the stranger forever, as they ventured out into his woods.
But as it turned out, the stranger was not quite so content.
Dream had gotten content to hide in the bushes, and... well he might've gotten a bit distracted by a ladybug crawling on the branch nearby him.
"Why are you in the bushes?"
In Dream's defense, he was spooked.
Which means his response, pulling out a netherite sword and attempting to hit the other child with it, was entirely normal and rational.
Luckily for both of them, he was in the middle of a bush, and the branches blocked the swing.
The other child's eyes went wide at the sight of a sword, but not out of fear.
"Do you have a sword?? That's so cool!! My dad won't let me have one and papa is a simp so he won't let me have one either! Where'd you get it?"
Dream hadn't exactly been expecting that response, but he recovered quickly.
"My- my guardian gave it. To me. For fighting."
Not his smoothest moment. But it got the point across.
The other child reached out with grabby hands, and Dream lurched backwards, tumbling out of the bush and onto his butt.
"Hey- Don't- It's mine and you can't have it!" Dream knew if he could still growl properly, his throat would be rumbling. But he couldn't anymore. He couldn't even really bare his teeth! So he had to hope his sword was scary enough.
"I wasn't- I wasn't gonna take it. I just wanted to look! I've never gotten to see one up close like this!" The other child protested, looking hurt by the accusation of theft.
Ah. Dream might've judged him a little too quickly. Still, he didn't really like the thought of having someone else's hands near his sword, so he carefully tucked it into it's sheath.
"My- my uh guardian told me not to let anyone else have it. I'm supposed to keep it safe." He explained, and while the other child seemed disappointed, he accepted that answer.
That left the two children sitting in an awkward silence.
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...
...
"What's up with your mask?"
"What mask?"
Okay
When XD had said not to tell anyone about why he was wearing his mask. That was. That was probably not what he meant.
The other child seemed taken aback by that response though, so maybe it worked?
"... The one on your face? Or is that your face? It seems kinda weird."
Shoot. Okay.
"It is not! It's normal! Very normal. And you should mind your own business!"
Dream... might not be good at this whole lying thing. It was harder than he thought it'd be!
Still, the other child threw up their hands in surrender, unwilling to press the issue. Thank god.
"Alright! Fine! You have a normal mask-face. You- Hey, what's your name anyway?"
Oh! This one was easy!
"Dream! My name is Dream! What's your name?"
That got him a grin, and Dream felt something in him delight. He'd forgotten how good it was to have someone smile at you.
"Sapnap! My name is Sapnap! Dream is a pretty cool name. Do you wanna go on an adventure with me? I need someone else so Dad can't claim I was wandering off alone again. Plus you have a cool sword so if there's anything dangerous, you can just murder it."
Well, that made sense, and an adventure did sound like a good way to train. Dream still have five days before XD would be back...
"Sure, as long as you promise to not to steal my sword." Dream agreed, pushing himself back to his feet.
Sapnap beamed at Dream and quickly reached out to grab his hand and drag him towards a destination unknown as he began to talk rapidly and explain where they were going.
Dream was a bit worried about what he'd gotten himself into, but...
Well, it was better than being alone. That was for sure.
And maybe this Sapnap wouldn't be so bad.
Only time would tell.
#godling c!dream au#dreamnap#c!sapnap#godling dream au#c!Dream#ender dragon dream#dsmp#dream smp#my headcanons#sif speaks
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Brosectomy - J. Seresin
pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife
characters: Javy "Coyote" Machado x OC!Wife (Valerie), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Alex Seresin, Ella Seresin, Eli Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
warnings: vasectomy, crude language (?), Jake and Javy are dramatic, Jake post-surgery
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A/N: I saw these tiktoks about Link and Rhett's brosectomy, and now here we are:) And here's a little break from all the whump
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When Jake and Y/N found out they were expecting not one, but two children, Jake knew that it was time to get a vasectomy. Y/N had mentioned getting her tubes tied after Eli, but Jake didn't want her to make a decision that would be so permanent when they weren't sure if they were totally done having kids. He also didn't want her to have an extra surgery that would take her longer to recover from, when he could get a local anesthetic and be done within an hour and be able to run after the kids that same day.
Jake wanted to wait until at least after the twins were born to get the surgery, wanting to make sure that he would be able to help. But then he changed his mind when Coyote explained he was also looking into the surgical option.
Coyote and his wife Valerie had three kids under the age of three, and were done for the time being. And Jake couldn't blame them. He was happy that him and Y/N had spaced their kids out by three years.
Y/N and Valerie were sitting in the kitchen as their kids played together. Y/N was the closest with Valerie out of all the wives/partners of the group. She had known her the longest and was Alex's godmother. Y/N felt like she was ready to pop being nearly seven months pregnant with the twins. Valerie was in the middle of telling some story about her oldest girl, Jenna face planting down the stairs when Jake walked in.
“We’re getting a brosectomy,” Jake announced and opened the fridge to get a water out, handing one to Coyote who trailed in behind him.
“A what?” Y/N asks, turning to face the boys.
“A brosectomy,” Coyote repeats.
“Got that, Javy… what exactly is that?” Valerie asks.
“A vasectomy with the bros,” Jake smiles, “Val, Javy here tells me that you two have talked about him getting the ol snip, and well if i even mention having another baby, this missus right there looks ready to commit murder.” Y/N and Valerie shared another look at Jake’s explanation, “So why not go through this stage of life with your bro. Javy and I have done damn near everything together.”
“What brings two guys closer than cutting your swimmers off,” Javy shrugs.
“The two of you literally fly death machines together,” Y/N pointed out, “But I mean… it’s your bodies, your choices.”
“I agree with Y/N. At least a vasectomy is reversible if we want more kids,” Valerie said. Jake gave Y/N a look and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
“Don’t even think about it Seresin, five is enough,” Y/N said pointing a finger at him, and if as right on que, three blonde haired Seresin children came running in, followed by three dark haired Machado children.
"How fast can you get this appointment?"
Jake got the appointment very quickly. Having already researched an arsenal of surgeons in the area, him and Coyote chose one that they both liked, and made appointments for as soon as possible. They schedule time off work, the doctor recommended at least 10 days totally off work and another week or so of no flying. Jake thought he was going to die not being able to fly for three weeks, but he told himself it was a small price to pay compared to the intensive labors Y/N had gone through.
Phoenix was watching the Seresin kids as Y/N sat in the small room with Jake. He was cursing up a storm about having to wear the hospital gown, but Y/N found it hilarious. She had become a near expert about hospital gowns and always came prepared. Jake climbed up on the small exam table with a sigh, and Y/N giggled.
"You think this is funny?" He said looking over at her, "Some doctor is about to come in here and cut my balls off."
"Okay, you are not a dog," Y/N said rolling her eyes, "And it's just a clip on the-"
"I know, I remember the video," Jake shuddered. He waited a moment before looking over at his pregnant wife, "Is it weird to be sad?"
"No, I don't think it's weird," Y/N said, and leaned over the best she could to run her fingers through his hair, "It's a big thing. It's a life changing thing, really. Means no more babies," She looked down to her very round stomach.
"It's really the end," Jake sighed, "But it doesn't mean we still can't practice." He gave her that classic Hangman smirk and wink.
"Once you start shooting blanks, we can," Y/N sat back in her chair as there was a knock on the door. She smiled as Jake's doctor and Coyote came trailing into the room, "Doctor Miller."
"Y/N, Jake, you ready for this?" Doctor Miller asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Jake sighed and shifted on the exam table, "Give me the ol' snip, doc!"
"I think that's my cue to leave," Y/N giggled. Coyote helped her stand up from the chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Val already out there?"
"Yep, so is Bob, Rooster, Payback and Fanboy," Coyote said and Y/N gave him a questioning, "Moral support."
"Oh good god, you would think you two are about to have brain surgery with the dramatics," Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'll see you in an hour," Y/N said to Jake and he nodded, "I love you."
"I love you too," Jake said and kissed his wife.
Y/N said a goodbye to Coyote and Doctor Miller before going out to the waiting room with Valerie. She sighed as she sat down next to the woman.
"We are married to two of the most dramatic men I have ever met," Valerie joked.
"Their mothers deserve an award," Y/N smiled.
It was nearly an hour later when Doctor Miller came out to tell the two wives that their husbands surgeries were complete and they were in recovery. Y/N waddled her way down to the recovery room that Jake was in. She giggled at the look on his face and the ice pack pressed to his groin area.
"I'm glad you find my pain funny," Jake slurred.
"I'm sorry, baby," Y/N said and walked over to her husband. Jake sat up a bit and put his hands on either side of growing belly.
"I did this cause I am a true man and true men do this for their wives," Jake said to her bump. Y/N had to bite back her laughter, "Even if one of you are, or both of you, are girls, you make your man get the cut. Or if you are boys, you get the cut for your wives."
"Okay Mister True Man," Y/N said and Jake looked up at her eyes. His pupils were slightly dilated, probably from the pain meds he was given. He had a lazy smile on his face as he leaned up to kiss his wife, "How are you feeling?"
"Amazing," He sighed and laid back on the bed, "Javy saw my dick, said you're a lucky woman."
"Oh my god," Y/N blushed.
"You are! The luckiest, ever. And now we can fuck all the time and not have to worry about kids. Even though they are a blessing and I love them so very much. We can raw dog it all the time now," Jake gave his wife a lazy smirk and she shook her head, "What!? You like it when I hit it raw." He reached down and grabbed his wife's ass making her squeal.
"Jacob Thomas Seresin!"
#top gun#top gun fan fic#top gun fan fiction#top gun imagine#top gun maverick fan fic#top gun maverick fan fiction#top gun maverick imagine#Jake seresin#Jake seresin fan fic#Jake seresin fan fiction#Jake seresin imagine#Jake seresin x reader#Jake hangman seresin#hangman fan fic#hangman fan fiction#hangman imagine#hangman x reader#Jake hangman seresin fan fic#Jake hangman seresin fan fiction#Jake hangman seresin imagine#Jake hangman seresin x reader#opposites attract
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Search Abandoned
Jeff put the latest FBI report concerning his son's disappearance on his desk after reading the contents in dismay.
After almost six months of fruitless searches the FBI believed that there was no longer any real chance of finding Scott alive and they should be looking for his body instead.
His watch and other belongings, including blood-stained clothing, had been found, scattered across four states but no other trace of Scott had ever been discovered.
Lady Penelope, along with every IR agent, had been unable to find any trace of Scott.
The latest update from her was full of her frustration at the inability of her sources to locate any sign of Scott, she firmly believed that they should have found something by now.
The FBI had already scaled back their efforts, ready to call the search off.
Jeff wasn't ready to give up on his son but he didn't know what else he could do, where else could they look?
How was he supposed to tell everyone that the FBI now believed that Scott was dead, they would hopefully find his body eventually, that it was now a murder investigation rather than a missing person.
Maddie and Virgil were both blaming themselves for Scott being taken even though they couldn't have known what was going happen when Scott and Virgil left the hotel that evening, both ordered to take a break by their respective partners.
Only Imogen and Valerie, the twins whose early arrival had been caused by the stress of events, were giving them both a reason to carry on day after day.
Chloe, who now stayed close to her beloved Aunt-Bec, had the rest of her uncles reading with her, whenever IR requirements allowed them to do so.
Even John had been on the island for the entire time that Scott had been missing.
Five was on automatic, monitored by Brains, so John could fly Thunderbird 1 and act as Field Commander, a role that he excelled at even if it wasn't his preferred position.
Jeff knew that they would have to make other changes, Five had never been intended to be remotely operated for a prolonged period of time but they may have no choice.
He decided that he would tell the rest of the family about the latest news after the evening meal, once the children were safely in bed.
That discussion did not go well. Rebecca, Scott's heavily pregnant fiancee, broke down and had to be comforted by Maddie and Tintin.
Along with Grandma they escorted Rebecca to her room, not before notifying Jeff that someone would stay with her overnight.
Jeff was relieved that Becky wouldn't be alone, the last thing that anyone needed was another, stress induced, early delivery.
Scott's brothers wanted to drop everything and take over the search themselves, not wanting to stop until they'd found Scott, even shutting IR down.
Jeff, although he agreed with his sons' sentiment, knew that they couldn't do that. It was a heartbreaking decision to make but he knew that there was no choice, IR had to continue even if it meant that the active search for Scott had to be stopped.
It wasn't until John pointed out that Five could be running continual searches for any mention of Scott automatically, without any detrimental effects on IR operations, and that Penny would still have all agents looking for any clues that the others relented.
IR would continue operations, the search for Scott scaled down but never abandoned.
Two days later the FBI publicly announced that the search for Scott Carpenter Tracy, eldest son of billionaire Jefferson Tracy, had been downgraded and the investigation was now classed as a murder inquiry, despite the fact that no body had ever been found.
The Tracy family, publicly, declined to comment on the decision.
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All the chapters that I've posted here belong to the same fic.
I'm seriously stuck on the next two scheduled chapters - the characters will not talk to me.....
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@juliet-hellhound-week, here is a ridiculous little story for the Juliet Appreciation Week day two prompt "claws and fangs."
It can be considered a backstory for this awesome outfit drawn by @1967-impala
(This took place in the AU after the end of my fic “Heart of a Hellhound”. Having defeated their enemies and restored their families, Castiel and Jack and Kelly were living in a cabin in the woods, Crowley reclaimed hell, and Castiel and Crowley were good friends.)
“Why is my new suit not yet ready?” Crowley barked at his tailor, most displeased.
“It’s not my fault, your majesty.” His tailor spread out his hands. “I’ve had to restart it three times.”
“Because you screwed up the seams?”
“No, each time it was perfection. But look what happened to them.”
The tailor led Crowley to the back room, where three identical suits hang on three mannequins.
Indeed, the suits were elegantly shaped, beautifully detailed, each one more handsome than the next.
…Except for the part where the front or back or both had been thoroughly slashed in five long, clean lines.
“Ah.”
Crowley had a pretty good idea what happened.
“Juliet!” He summoned his head hellhound.
A frenzy of loud clicks and clacks announced the arrival of the beast; when going to see Crowley, she doesn’t bother to retract her claws for stealth.
“What’s up, Papa?”
“Did you do this?” Crowley pointed at the shredded suits.
“Oh yes! The fabric feels so nice under my claws!”
“Juliet, these are my suits. You must not destroy them.”
“Pfffft. They look great with the slits. You should wear it on a date.”
“Do you hear me? You are forbidden from touching my suit.”
But Crowley knew that his admonishment went in one ear, and out the other.
So when it happened again three more times, Crowley finally had enough.
He went to Juliet’s favorite woods, and found the tree stump Juliet liked to scratch her nails on.
He performed a transmutation spell and altered the tree’s substance from wood to a kind of coarsely ground angel blade material. Like an adamantine sandpaper.
Whistling, he went back to his throne, and waited.
Soon, he heard a blood curdling howl.
Crowley was starting to feel a little uneasy.
Then the hellhound was standing in front of him, red eyes glaring at him accusingly.
“I know it was you, Papa.”
She held up a paw.
“Look what you’ve done to me! Look!”
Her nails were filed down into neat, smooth half moons.
“Why, Juliet, your nails are so pretty!” Crowley suppressed a laugh.
Juliet threw her massive head back, and howled bloody murder once again.
“Papa, why do you betray me?”
Crowley huffed.
“Betray you? I’ve improved you! People pay good money to get their dog’s nails trimmed! There are television commercials!”
"I am defenseless now!"
"Oh, aside from your sabor teeth, your fire breath, and your invisibility cloak? Besides, all our enemies have been vanquished, who do you even need to defend yourself against?"
Inside, Crowley was indeed feeling guilty. But he was determined not to let Juliet walk all over him this time.
Juliet barked and growled, whirled around like a beast possessed, and scratched furiously at Crowley’s throne—realizing, to her further horror, that her trimmed nails were only able to leave shallow incisions on the upholstery.
Realizing that no amount of tantrum was going to bring her razor claws back, she stopped, gave Crowley a tragic stare, and disappeared in a black smoke.
Crowley decided to let his spoiled hellhound cool off for a few days. She’ll forget all about it, he thought.
When Juliet was nowhere to be seen for three days, he started to worry.
Crowley went to Juliet’s own suite in Hell, with a sweeping view of the burning sulfur lake.
There he found a note that Juliet left for him.
“I have run away from Hell. Goodbye forever.”
Crowley groaned and picked up his cell phone.
“Hello, Crowley.” Said the gravelly voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hello, Feathers.” Though worried, a smile cracked involuntarily on Crowley’s face. “Is Juliet over there with you?”
A beat of silence, and then, “No?”
Crowley’s smile grew bigger.
“You are a terrible liar. ”
“I am sorry, Crowley. I don’t know what happened between you two, but she made me promise not to tell you.”
“It’s alright. Let her stay with you until she comes to her senses and comes back.”
“Crowley, she was crying. With tears! Whatever you did, you should apologize to her.”
“How come you never choose my side?” Crowley’s voice dripped with hurt feelings, and he enjoyed immensely the minutes of awkward stammering as the angel tried to redeem himself.
A week later, Juliet returned to Hell.
However, instead of a defeated, demure pet that Crowley expected, Juliet sauntered in with head held high, and eyes gleaming like rubies.
“Juliet! Did you have a good time at Castiel’s house?”
“Of course! They treat me like a queen over there!”
Juliet stuck out her plump belly.
“Look! Jack fed me honey cakes every day!”
“You are a hellhound. You can’t get fat.”
“Take it back! Hellhounds are supposed to have pot bellies!”
“Fine, congratulations on your pot belly.”
“And Kelly knit many sweaters for me, and didn’t mind it at all when I shredded them.”
Crowley groaned.
“Ah… still mad at me about your nails?”
“Not any more.” Juliet twirled in a tight, elegant circle, like a triumphant ballerina.
“Now, look and weep at what Castiel did for me with his grace.”
She held up a paw. Her claws had grown back sharper and stronger than ever, glistening menacingly like five daggers.
She walked over to the throne.
“No… Don’t you dare, Juliet.”
With eyes directly on Crowley, Juliet brought down her claw in one smooth swipe, and rent the upholstery into oblivion.
“Juliet!”
Another two weeks passed, and it was time for Castiel and Crowley’s monthly meeting (or date, if you’d like).
“Nice suit,” Castiel didn’t usually understand fashion, but the dark grey and burgundy combination was so dashing he would have to be blind not to notice.
“Thanks,” Crowley beamed. “Now, show me your blade.”
Castiel wasn’t sure if it was some kind of innuendo, but he agreeably drew his angel blade.
“What for?”
“I want you to stab me.”
“I will do no such thing.”
“Come on. I assure you, it’s fine.”
Castiel frowned, and made a gentle slash at his suit.
“Oh Cas. I asked you to stab me, not to tenderly caress me.”
Seeing that the suit remained pristine, Castiel understood the purpose.
This time, he drove his blade forward with some real force.
He could always heal Crowley if necessary, he thought.
The blade was stopped at the burgundy vest, and could not penetrate it.
Castiel was pleasantly surprised.
“You made an angel blade-proof suit. I am impressed.”
“My R&D demons and my tailor made a good team, don’t you think?” Crowley grinned proudly. “Protection sigils, woven into the fabric, with efficacy against a wide range of weapons.”
“I take it you are now invincible to demon knives, salt, holy water, etc.”
“Yes. Most importantly, my suits are now indestructible by hellhound claws.”
So this was how Crowley invented armored suits that were warded against all supernatural forces.
--and he made matching armor for Juliet too, of course!
#juliethellhoundweek#hellhound juliet#crowley spn#castiel#juliet appreciation week#day two#claws and fangs#crowstiel#sort of#I realize my Juliet is a bit cat-like#fluff#crack
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i keep my jealousy close chapter one
chapter two
It all started with finding out that there was a vigilante in Evergreen, appropriately named Vigilante. It scared the shit out of you knowing that there was some murderous person out there who seemed to be killing anyone who broke even the smallest law.
Some jaywalker had been found cut to ribbons one morning, and another day someone the traffic cameras had picked up speeding through a red light was found shot in their car. You didn't realize how bad it was until you went into the Italian restaurant, Fennel something, next to your laundromat to break a $20 when you overheard the staff gossiping about the latest death. Some bank manager who was on trial for embezzlement was found dead in his home, along with his partners in crime. "It was another Vigilante job, apparently. The security cameras were cut before the murder." The hostess squeaked out, sounding almost panicked when she said that, almost like she was guilty of the crime herself. She looked barely older than sixteen, so there was no way in hell she could even commit that sort of crime. Not if she was working at a restaurant for her first job.
"Maybe the bank guy killed someone, Madison. Personally, I'm glad Vigilante got rid of him so now we're all safe." Your head whipped around to find out exactly who had said that & your eyes settled on who appeared to be a busser, based on the half-full dish tub in his hands, standing there and looking directly at the hostess, Madison, with what looked to you like anger and disbelief. Vigilante had a fanboy, who knew? "The less scummy people the better if you ask me" Fanboy chimed in before Madison could get another word in "But what if I accidentally run a red light like that guy last week? I'm only seventeen, Adrian!" This was going to get interesting fast. Sitting down silently to watch the two argue for a few minutes before clearing your throat to finally get your change so you could do your laundry.
Both of them jumped at the sound of your voice, Madison hastily apologizing for making you wait. "It's okay, promise" You assured her with a genuine smile "I was just wondering if you could break this $20, the change machine at the laundromat only takes fives and ones." You were semi-new to Evergreen, you needed a fresh start after ending a long-term relationship that hadn't made you happy since the beginning. Leaving that loser behind was the best thing you had ever done for your mental health. But now you had to make new friends and create new experiences. Thankfully you were a writer and could work just about anywhere since you always got to work from home.
"Sure thing!" Madison chirped, counting out loud as she counted the change a little slowly, but who could blame her? Numbers suck. You couldn't help looking around as you waited, noticing the fanboy busser, Adrian as you recalled hearing Madison call him. You definitely admired the guy for being able to work semi-peacefully with a teenager. You'd never really liked teenagers, even when you were one. He had to be around your age, roughly late twenties.
Trying to not stare when he heaved the full bus tub up with ease, you turned your attention back to Madison, fairly certain that Adrian had seen you looking at him. “I appreciate it. Hopefully, I won’t be back to break a bill again & actually remember to get what bills I need for laundry. Or save for a washer & dryer so I don’t have to go to the laundromat anymore.” You rambled. Now you had to actually leave before they started to judge you for not being able to shut up. "Anyhoo, see you guys around" Raising your fingers in a salute, you turned and left, hearing Madison mumble "Old people are so weird" on your way out the door.
Shoving the change in your pocket while you went back to the car to get your laundry and headed into the laundromat with your airpod knock offs connected, portable charger ready to go, you put on a podcast to listen to while you passed the time between loads being switched over, thinking about the weirdo from the restaurant. Why had he defended Vigilante so eagerly? And why had you been so impressed by the way he lifted that full bus tub onto his shoulder? You couldn't get that image out of your mind for some reason and it was driving you insane. So much so, that your Fitbit picked up your heart rate increase while you were sitting there, listening to two strangers talk about American Girl dolls or whatever.
Little did you realize that Vigilante fanboy, Adrian, had noticed you too, and had heard everything you told Madison about the laundromat. After his shift ended, he made his way to his car, conveniently parked close to yours without him even realizing it. He could see everything through the big window, watch everything you were doing. That was creepy. But he couldn't bring himself to look away while you sat on top of the laundry counter, singing along to some song he couldn't hear, swinging your legs and aggressively pointing your finger like you were at some punk show and not doing errands.
This wouldn't be the last time he'd see you, he decided. It couldn't be. Not when you were so intriguing.
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Chapter 2
pairing: eventually, Rhett Abbott x female!reader. Female!Reader x Luke Tillerson. Reader's last name is Lawton
word count: 4.9k
warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, mentions of cheating, mentions of dementia, slight spoilers to outer range. eventual: death, murder, fighting, excessive drinking, cheating, birth.
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Chad Lawton was one the big three in the small town of Wabang. He owned a ranch on the opposite side of town, far away from the Tillersons and Abbotts. His old man once said that it was the smartest thing his great-great grandfather could’ve done to purchase land as far away from the Tillerson/Abbott mess. It gave them peace and comfort, and it kept the “noise” that the Tillerson and Abbott boys liked to cause. But that of course didn’t seem to stop as the kids grew up. Wabang was a small town full of people who never escaped. The Tillersons, Lawtons, and Abbotts had been somewhat friendly since the day they all moved there.
So when one day Chad Lawton found himself in the middle of town in just his pajamas and bathrobe, Cecilia knew there was something very wrong. She had called Brooks immediately and told him what was going on. The Lawton boy came into town very quickly seeing his father all worked up and yelling at Deputy Joy to get the fuck away from him. It took nearly ten minutes for Chad to calm down enough for Brooks to even approach and another ten for him to get into Brooks’ truck. That night the town gossip was hot as they talked about what had happened.
Brooks tried to ignore it the best he could, but it was everywhere he went. Even weeks after the incident, the town heifers were still talking about it. He heard the whispers at the grocery store, at the barber shop, at the trading mill, at the rodeo. He was thankful to have a good relationship with the Abbotts, and for Cecilia putting a squash to it.
“I wouldn’t be talking about other folks’ business, when your husband was running around chasing an under aged tail at the rodeo last weekend.” Cecilia had whispered to one of the church ladies in the middle of a service. Brooks couldn’t help but laugh and felt like he could go to Cecilia for help. It was actually her advice in calling Y/N back to Wabang.
Which is how she found herself now, sitting at her kitchen table with her brother and fiance, looking like they were ready to murder each other. Y/N had come back about five months ago, a couple weeks after the pajama incident and found the house in disarray. Brooks had told her that their dad had started to lose his mind, she just never really knew what he meant until she saw it for herself. Her heart shattered in her chest when Chad Lawton didn’t even recognize his own daughter. She had cried in Luke’s arms for hours that night about her dad’s condition. And with his help they drove up to Cheyenne to get Chad seen by a specialist.
“I am not hiring some stranger to take care of him! We can do it!”
“No we can’t, B!” Y/N sighed, running her hands through her hair, “You and I both have day long jobs, you have rides on the-”
“I’ll give it up!”
“Are you hearing yourself? You’re going to give up your dream-”
“If that means staying with dad then yes I will,” Brooks said, stomping his foot.
“Do you not hear how you sound right now! Like a child, Brooks!” Y/N yelled. Luke stood up from his spot and stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders, “You can’t take care of him on your own. What’s to stop him from wandering into town again? Or worse, driving off somewhere on the ranch. We have hundreds of acres he can get lost on.”
“It’s the best for him, Brooks-”
“Hey, you shut the fuck up,” Brooks said clenching his jaw and pointing a finger at Luke, “You have no right to talk about our family business, you damn vulture. Why don’t you go sleep with some-”
“Fucking christ!” Y/N cursed and pushed herself up from the table, and stormed down to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Luke looked down at his boots as Brooks walked out the front door, slamming it shut as well. Luke sighed and walked down the hallway, knocking on the locked door.
“Babe?”
“Go away,” She mumbled, leaning her head against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. Between fighting with Brooks and the headache from the morning sickness, the last thing she wanted to do was deal with Luke.
“Listen, he’ll come around. It’s a hard thing to deal with, having to make a hard decision about your parent’s health.”
Y/N pushed herself up from the ground and opened the door, “He’s always cared more about this land, and the old man than I ever had. But I’ve seen this one too many times. He can’t take care of him on his own.” She sighed and ran a hand over her forehead, “You love me right?”
“Of course baby,” Luke said, grabbing her hand.
“I’m going to need to stay here, for a little longer,” Y/N said, “I need to be here with Brooks in case something happens. Between Brooks and I, I think we can make it work, taking shifts.”
“You got me too, babe. I’ll be here to help too.”
Y/N nodded as Luke kissed her forehead, and then turned to go out towards the barn. She dropped a hand to her stomach, rubbing absent minded circles on the barely there bump. She knew her time was ticking before she popped, and it was harder to hide the pregnancy from him. She swallowed thickly and walked out to join the boys.
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It took less than a day for Luke to help Y/N move her stuff back into her childhood bedroom. She had been staying with Luke since coming back to Wabang a couple weeks ago. Brooks had put it out at the church that they were looking for people to help keep an eye on Chad during the day. Y/N hated it, it felt like asking for babysitters, but it was the only thing Brooks would agree too. The list was mostly made up of church ladies, who promised to drop off casseroles and roasts, and some of the local farmers, who would stop by and check the cattle.
Rhett had been one of those farmers who decided to sign up, which surprised pretty much everyone. Y/N didn’t even know he was there as she was counting the cattle, moving them from the barn to the pasture. Rhett had drove up in his truck, and Y/N tipped her hat up seeing his familiar body walk over.
“You supposed to be riding, with your uh. . . condition?” Rhett asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“Condition? Is that what we call it now? I’m guessing Brooks told you about it,” Y/N laughed, and Rhett nodded sheepishly, “And I already got the all clear. Just no riding bulls.”
Rhett smirked and walked over to the fence, “Brooks said he’s got a list. Where’s pops?”
“Dad’s in the house with your mom eating lunch. Brooks ran into town to get some more feed.”
“So they left you to do all the hard work.”
Y/N just shrugged and moved her horse back into the stable. Rhett followed her in, as she dismounted from the steed.
“Here let me,” Rhett said, moving to help her take the saddle off of the horse.
“I’m pregnant, not handicap,” Y/N said, and grabbed the saddle off with a grunt and walked it over to the hooks.
“How long? Nah, that ain’t-”
“How far along?” Y/N smiled, “Fourteen weeks today. Little buddy is giving me a run for my money, I'll tell you that. Never been so tired and so sick in my life.”
“Tillerson ain’t caught on?” Y/N sucked in a harsh breath and looked down at her boots, “Sorry I didn’t mean-”
“I was waiting to see if this was a viable thing, ya know. I didn’t want to get him excited and have it taken away. Luke has always talked about being a dad,” Y/N knew she was lying, but it was something that she told herself night after night as she lay awake. It wasn’t that Luke didn’t want to be a father, she could see it in his eyes as they spent time with the little ones at church outings, and they had only talked about it a handful of times. Everytime, Luke said he wanted to wait just a little longer, until they were married and hand their own house on the Tillerson Land.
“I can see,” Rhett said, leaning against a post, “I reckon he oughta know soon.”
“He will,” Y/N said, crossing her arms over her chest, “I should go inside and see what our parents are up to.”
Rhett nodded and followed behind her. They were welcomed with laughter as they walked into the house, something Y/N hadn’t heard in the house in years. The sound of her dad’s hearty laugh was like music to her ears as she walked into the kitchen and saw Cecilia Abbott near tears as her father was holding his stomach in laughter.
“What’s going on here?” Y/N asked, smiling.
“Your dad was just telling me this old story about Royal and him during the rodeo days,” Cecilia said, wiping under her eyes, “Oh boy, you two really got up to some antics back then.”
“Oh heavens yes,” Chad laughed, “Then the kiddos were born and it seemed to multiply. Heather was always gettin on Y/N about hanging around the boys. If she could see her now, running around with them Tillerson boys.”
“Dad,” Y/N warned with a smile, “Let’s not talk about all that-”
“Can you believe Cece, that damn blonde one got her pregnant.”
Y/N closed her eyes and sucked in a breath as her father revealed her secret to none other than one of the biggest gossip in town. Y/N loved Cecelia Abbott, she really did, but sometimes she put her foot in her mouth. Cece loved a good gossip story as much as the next cowboy hat wearing farm-wife did.
“Oh wow, congrats,” Cecelia smiled at her, her blue eyes darting over to Rhett, who placed his hands in his back pockets, “How far along?”
“Fourteen weeks,” Y/N smiled shyly, “You can head out now, I think I got it handled from here.”
Cecelia nodded, knowing that her presence probably wasn’t welcomed anymore. She stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to hug Chad, before grabbing her hat off the counter. She smiled at Y/N and then gave Rhett another pointed glance, before slipping her hat on her head and walking out the front door.
“I’ll walk her out,” Rhett said, and Y/N nodded, as the boy followed his mother out to her truck. Rhett waited until he was at his mom’s truck before opening his mouth, “Tillerson don’t know. . .about the baby.”
“Is it even his?” Cecelia asked, looking back towards the farm house.
“She’s not like him or any of the other buckle bunnies,” Rhett said, “She wouldn’t just say it's his without it being true.”
Cecelia chuckled and shook her head, opening the door to her truck, “A mess she’s gotten herself into. She had such a bright future.” Cece sat in the driver's seat and smiled at her son, “I know you, Rhett, I can see it in your eye. . . but you can’t get mixed up in her shit. It’ll only end bad for you and for her and for that baby.”
“I know,” Rhett said barely above a whisper. Cece placed a hand on her son’s cheek and rubbed his cheek bone softly with her thumb.
“You ride at eight?” She asked him and he nodded, “Good. Gives me time to go home and bake a pie. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah,” Rhett said, closing the truck door. Cece rolled down the window and started the old Ford up, “Don’t. . . Don’t go around sayin’ stuff about it. She’s probably giving Chad an ear full right now. Bad enough Brooks was runnin his trap the other night to me and Perry.”
“Secrets safe with me. Bye, Rhett.”
Rhett waved to his mother, and watched her pull out of the Lawton driveway. He watched the truck turn off the gravel and then walked back into the house. He was surprised when he heard crying and walked into the kitchen, seeing Chad crying in his daughter’s arms. Y/N looked up at Rhett, her own eyes red with tears as she tried to comfort her dad. Rhett waited outside on the porch as Y/N calmed her dad down enough that she could get him up from his chair and to his room to rest.
She sighed as she walked out the front door and sat down next to Rhett on the slider. She ran her hands through her hair and let out a soft groan.
“I wish I could fucking drink,” Y/N laughed to herself, and sniffled, “He could tell I was upset about what he said, and it was just. . . his emotion center is all-”
“You don’t have to doctor ‘splain anything to me,” Rhett said, and put a hand on her back, “He okay now?”
“Yeah,” Y/N bit at her thumb nail, “Mrs. Johnson was supposed to come tonight and watch him while I go watch Brooks and Luke but I don’t think-”
“You need the break,” Rhett spoke and Y/N looked up at him, ���I know he’s all you got, but you also can’t stress yourself out too much, for the baby.”
Y/N bit her lip before standing up, “Wanna see something?”
Rhett nodded and Y/N stood up. She untucked her blue flannel from her jeans, and lifted it up enough to show the black tank top underneath. Rhett’s eyes widened as he looked at her stomach, seeing the small swollen spot. She put her hand on the tiny, tiny bump, accentuating it even more. Rhett could remember how touchy Perry was when Rebecca was pregnant, and he got that same sudden rush.
“Noticed it the other morning, even though Brooks says I’m just seein things.” She smiled down at the small belly, “It’s only up from here.” Rhett looked up at her with bright blue eyes, and Y/N could read his mind, “Not much too feel quite yet.” She picked up his hand and placed it on her skin. His eyes widened and he let out a small chuckle, “My mom said in her diary that she could feel me starting to move around fifteen weeks. Any day now.”
“That’s uh. . . that’s cool,” Rhett retracted his hand and Y/N put her shirt down.
“Yeah. . . I’m gonna tell Luke tonight,” It felt like a stab to Rhett’s heart when those words escaped her mouth, “I’m only gonna get bigger and there’s milestones he’ll miss if I wait any longer.”
All Rhett could do was nod.
— — —
The smell of livestock had never bothered her before, but something about being pregnant and waiting behind the arena with Brooks had her wanting to turn and vomit. Perry was helping tape Brooks’ wrist as Royal was tapping Rhett’s. Luke never liked to be distracted and had told Y/N that she was a distraction, so she waited until after his first ride to go see him.
“You okay there?” Perry asked Y/N and she looked up at him, her fist still covering her mouth and gave him a thumbs up. Perry chuckled and shook his head, “Rebecca couldn’t stand the smell either when she was pregnant.”
“Jesus Christ Brooks, who haven’t you fucking told!” Y/N yelled at her brother.
“The pastor,” Brooks shot back, and Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, “I’m kidding, just these two. And well, Perry technically told Royal.”
“Cece told me this afternoon,” Royal answered and finished taping Rhett, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. Cowboy’s promise.”
“Well I thought this,” Y/N said, delivering a slap to her brother’s chest, “Cowboy could promise.”
“Hey!” Brooks laughed, right as the announcer called Luke’s name, “Better go see the baby daddy.”
Y/N flipped her brother off, before walking over to near the shoot where Billy and Trevor were waiting. Trevor smiled down at his soon to be sister-in-law and put his arm around her shoulders. Out of all of them, Trevor seemed to like Y/N the most. She thought she was good for Luke, and it helped that she was Chad Lawton’s daughter and would be set to own one of the three big Wabang ranches.
Luke’s ride was going to be easy, he had drawn an easy one, but it still got the boys excited as they stood next to her and cheered on Luke. Watching Luke and Brooks ride always brought a type of excitement in her body, but right now she was feeling dread as Luke got bucked off in five seconds. She could see the look in his eye as he watched his name drop under Rhett’s on the scoreboard. Trever and Y/N shared a look as they walked over to where Luke was coming out of the arena.
“I should’ve gotten fucking eight. It was an easy fucking ride,” Luke cursed as he threw his gloves down.
“You still did good,” Y/N said.
“I’m gonna lose to that stupid fucking Abbott,” Luke seethed and she knew better than to talk. Luke looked up and could see the way her body language shifted and he sighed, walking over to her, “Hey,” He grabbed her face with his hands, “Let’s go watch Brooks. He needs to see us there.”
Y/N nodded and took Luke’s hand, walking back to the side by Trevor. Brooks’ ride was going to be a little bit harder than Luke’s and Rhett’s, but it wasn’t the worst bull in the circuit. Y/N climbed up on the fence, watching as Brooks dropped into the chute, and the bull already started bucking.
“Hey,” Y/N said, and placed a hand on Brooks’ shoulder, “You good?”
“Always,” Brooks smiled at his sister, “Don’t get too close, don’t want ya hurtin the kid.”
“If this kid is like us, it’ll take a lot more to knock it down,” Y/N smiled and patted his shoulder, “Get ‘em cowboy.” She hopped back down and landed next to Luke, whose face was unreadable. He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close.
Y/N waited with baited breath as the gun went off and the chute opened. The second the bull was free, the animal bucked hard to try and get Brooks off. Brooks’ black cowboy hat was knocked off as the eldest Lawton held on with one hand and the other in the air. It seemed like time ticked on forever, Y/N’s eyes trained on the clock as it ticked down until the buzzer sounded. Brooks let go of the rope and let himself be bucked off the animal. He picked up his hat and looked at the scoreboard, seeing himself slide into first.
“Brooks!” Y/N cheered and the Lawton boy looked at his little sister, pointing at her with a big smile. He ran over quickly, climbing the metal fence and dropping down next to her, hugging her tightly, “Dad would be proud.”
“Did it for him,” Brooks said into her hair.
— — —
Y/N didn’t stick around long after Brooks' ride, mainly because of Luke and the Tillerson boys pulling her away after Rhett’s ride. Rhett didn’t ride nearly as well as Brooks, and was just shy of beating Luke. Brooks had won the circuit, securing his position in the semi-finals. Rhett and Luke would have to ride again next weekend if they wanted to secure a place in the semis. Y/N wanted to congratulate Rhett, but Luke was not about to let her leave his side. His sudden possessiveness was giving her whiplash, as she sat next to him at the Pit Bar.
She was hardly paying attention to what the boys were saying, knowing it had something to do with the conversation they had with Royal Abbott about the deed to the land. Y/N could never figure out why Wayne Tillerson was so obsessed with Abbott's west pasture. He had been that way since she had met the man when she was young. It seemed to have gotten worse after he had his heart attack a year ago.
“Did he say anything to you when he was helping out at the ranch?” Luke asked, Y/N.
“No,” Y/N shook her head and sipped her water, “My old man said there was a reason why my grandaddy settled on the opposite side of town. To stay away from this shit.”
“Smart old man,” Luke smiled and kissed her cheek, “Trev, Maria just walked in.”
Y/N looked over where Luke pointed his head towards. Maria smiled at her and Y/N gave her one back and a small wave. Maria was one of the girls that Y/N used to be jealous of in high school. She was naturally beautiful with her shiny brown hair and big brown eyes. Y/N swore that girl never had a zit in her life or had a bad hair day. They were friends, both being on the dance team together in high school, and had plans on studying pre-medicine at the same college. The boys seemed to notice Maria first, and then Y/N. Even Rhett noticed Maria over Y/N, the two of them dating briefly in high school. Y/N seemed to be the shoulder to cry on for both of them when they would argue.
“Go get it, Trev,” Y/N smiled, and nudged the Tillerson boy with her foot, “She’d be good for you. Keep you a bit. . . tame.”
“Tame? Huh? And that’s what you did with lil Luke here?” Trevor laughed.
“Of course she did,” Luke smiled, putting his arm around her, “Calmed me down into a perfect family man, I mean. . . I’m going to be a father soon.”
Y/N tried not to let her jaw drop at Luke’s revelation. She knew he probably overheard what Brooks had said, but didn’t think he’d spill it out on the table now. She gave him a tight lipped smile and looked over at the other two Tillerson boys who weren’t hiding their shocked looks.
“Surprise?” She said, softly.
“Wow,” Billy said, “And I thought maybe you had some breast implant surgery done.”
Y/N scoffed as Trevor hit his younger brother upside the head, “Ignore him, he was choked by his cord when he was born. But congrats, you two. Excited to have a little one running around. Better start looking for an ATV for the rugrat.”
Y/N smiled and nodded as Trevor stood up from his seat and walked over to the bar where Maria was. She didn’t dare to look up at Luke, scared to find the expression on his face. But the wave of nervousness washed over her as he put his hand on her thigh, and rubbed it gently. He placed a kiss on her temple and fell back into conversation with Billy.
The Garth Brooks song playing through the speakers was one of Y/N’s favorites as Luke spun her around the floor. Billy had disappeared going to find a girl for himself, and Y/N wanted to dance. She giggled as Luke dipped her, and stood her up, placing a kiss on her lips. When the music changed from the up-beat country song to a slower one, she sighed as Luke brought her in close. They swayed to the familiar voice of George Strait, Y/N leaning her head on Luke’s shoulder.
“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, softly.
“Tonight, after the rodeo. I was judging the ride to see how your mood was going to be,” Y/N said, honestly, “I didn’t want to tell you too soon and then something happened.”
“Well,” Luke took her hand, and spun her around so her back was against his chest, “I would’ve liked to know sooner, either way. If something did happen, I wouldn’t want you to go through it alone. Besides all the extra shit with your brother and dad couldn’t have been good on you or the baby.” His hand traveled down to her bump, and for some reason, it felt odd having his hand against her skin. Unlike when Rhett touched her belly earlier that day.
“I know it’s just. . .Oh shit,” Y/N pushed away from Luke as she saw Brooks and Rhett head outside. She could see in the way Brooks was walking, this wasn’t going to end well, “I’ll be right- Brooks!”
“Why don’t you go back inside and find Luke,” She heard Perry slur, as she pushed the door open as Brooks and Rhett walked in on the fight waiting to happen between Perry and Trevor.
“Brooks,” Y/N called out to her brother.
“Go back inside,” Brooks said to his little sister as he pushed Perry back from Trevor.
“Don’t tell her what to fucking do!” Trevor yelled, grabbing Brooks’ arm.
Rhett grew angry, as he put his hands on Trevor pushing him back from the two men and Y/N. Y/N could hear him muttering under his breath as Brooks came and stood in front of her, almost as if he was both protecting her and blocking her from watching Rhett lay a punch on Trevor’s face. The single punch sent Trevor flying towards the ground and Y/N gasped, taking a step closer, only to be stopped by Brooks.
“Can’t get in the middle of that,” Brooks muttered, “Too dangerous to stop an angry drunk man.”
Trevor got up quickly, and grabbed Rhett’s legs trying to tackle him to the ground. But Rhett had some height and strength on Trevor, and could keep himself on his two feet. Trevor broke free from Rhett’s grasp and landed a punch to Rhett’s jaw.
“If you won’t I will,” Y/N said, and took a step forward as the door to the bar opened again and Maria walked out. Rhett’s name fell silent on Y/N’s lips as Rhett delivered one last punch to Trevor, knocking him back down on the ground. Rhett’s blue eyes looked at Y/N, and then over to Maria. Y/N went to reach out for Rhett as he walked past her, going straight to Maria. Brooks watched as his little sister’s confidence diminished a bit as once again, Maria was chosen over her.
“Come on,” Brooks said, and guided his sister inside, “Let’s go find Luke.”
Y/N nodded, and didn’t bother looking over at Rhett again as she walked back into the bar. Rhett looked up briefly from Maria, seeing the two walk back inside. Rhett felt a pang in his chest as he watched her go sit back down by Luke, who put his arm around her and his hand on her belly. She must’ve told him, and by the look on Luke’s face, he must’ve taken it well. Which made Rhett feel even worse for how he felt early at the Lawton Ranch.
“Can I tell you the truth real quick? I know I don’t bring much to the table,” Rhett said and looked back down at Maria, “But that guy’s the biggest asshole you’re ever gonna meet.”
Maria didn’t say anything as Rhett walked back inside, just looking over at Perry, and Trevor, who was still groaning on the ground. Y/N’s eyes looked from her glass of water in front of her, to Rhett, who had a certain swagger in his step as he walked into the bar. She shifted in her seat slightly as he walked by their table, and knocked on it, giving them a slight greeting. Luke watched him walk on by, grabbing his stetson from his table and then walking out the front door.
“I wanna go home,” Y/N said, grabbing Luke’s attention, “I’m getting a headache.”
“Yeah, of course, baby,” Luke said and kissed her temple, before getting up, “I’ll go close the tab.”
“I’ll go wait outside,” Y/N said and Luke nodded. He grabbed her hand and helped her stand up, but not before he placed his hat on her head. She smiled and kissed his cheek, before heading out the door and waiting by Luke’s truck.
“You told him?” Rhett’s voice startled her as she jumped and looked over at him. He took his hat off his head and held it on his chest, “He looked like he took it well.”
“He overheard Brooks saying something to me about standing on the fence next to the chute. Said it was dangerous.”
“Well he’s right,” Rhett said and walked closer to her, “I read that at fourteen weeks, the baby is the size of an orange.”
“You googled that?”
“Read a book that Perry had,” Rhett smiled, sheepishly, “I hope he treats you alright.”
Y/N nodded and Rhett leaned forward, to place a kiss on her cheek. His lips lingered for a second, then he placed his hat back on his head and walked away.
“Hey, baby,” Luke said, walking out the door, “Have you seen Trevor?”
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𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙎
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PAIRINGS: Bonten!Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader/ Bonten! Ran Haitani x Fem! Reader.
SYNOPSIS : 'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
What if their first love came back ? What if everything they thought had happened that night was a lie ?
WARNING : 18+ , MINORS DNI. Mention of guns, murders, poison, sex trafficking, sex work, toxic relationship, threats, blood, possessive Ran and Rindou.
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CHAPTER : 03
( What is written in bold and italics are flashbacks)
- " So you're telling me, the hunter was here?" Ran leaned on the table with his elbows, staring into Koko's eyes right in front of him.
-" Yes ! And she was a fucking menace !" The latter exclaimed from where he was sitting, on Mikey's left whilst the Haitani's were sitting at his right.
The other executives shared a conniving gaze, Sanzu was the first one to burst out laughing, quickly followed by both Rindou and Ran. Kokonoi's eyes widened from wrath, he searched for Takeomi's support but that one was clearly trying his best to hold a mocking smile, smoking next to the window.
-" She ? You're scared of a bitch Koko ?" Sanzu jested through two uncontrolled laughters.
-" Fuck" Kokonoi rolled his eyes because the trio in front of him won't stop laughing. " She's not just a bitch, she's the vigilante. She uses chemical weapons and is even an archer "
-" did Cupid finally found you then ?" Rindou added in a scoff which almost everyone there laughed at except for Mikey, sitting at the end of the table, Kakucho, sitting at the other end right in front of him, and Kokonoi who gave him the finger.
He was expecting them to at least take him seriously when he told them about what had happened to him a night ago, their reaction only increased his frustration. Along with screwing his window and his chandelier, the vigilante triggered his pride. Out of all people, she had to come to him, he knew he wasn't the best at fighting among them, but he wasn't the weak link either, it embarrassed him to be the one who was put in such a situation and had to deal with his co-worker's teasings.
-" Aha-aha, super duper funny, Haitani. Didn't knew Jellyfishes could tell jokes ".
-" what did she look like anyway ?" Takeomi started, throwing his cigarette out of the window and making some steps toward the table where he sat next to Kakucho. " How can we know she's not lying ?"
A frustrated tsk left Kokonoi's mouth, his eyes drifted toward the window before answering.
-" Didn't got to see her" he mumbled under his breath, hoping they wouldn't insist but obviously, they would. Takeomi frowned yet his brother was faster to answer, leaning a little more over the table to gain Koko's attention.
-" you still haven't been to the eye doctor ?"
- " Goddamn-"
-" she held me in thrall, Okay ?" He exploded, finally facing their curious eyes. " Aimed at my window and my back was to her, excuse me I wasn't ready to die "
-" I guess we can say she took you from behind " Everyone laughed again at Rindou's joke, except the three previous wet blankets, namely Manjiro and Kakucho working on their laptops and Kokonoi throwing death glares at nearly everyone there.
-" she's bluffing" Ran resumed after his laughter subsided. " No way she would've killed five well trained men on her own ".
Two of them, namely Kokonoi and Sanzu were about to start arguing but everyone's eyes drifted toward their boss when he uttered his first words, the silence fell on the room.
-" she knew we were following the vigilante's track " his tone was dry, left no room for arguing while his eyes didn't left his laptop. " The information never left this room. Unless it left one of your mouths".
All the executives looked at each other, some even discreetly gulping down. Mikey quickly set an eerie mood with a single implied sentence, his dark eyes sliding over each of them at an overwhelming slowness.
-" She, um" Kokonoi cleared his throat, searching for what he was about to say before his boss' eyes fell on him. " She spotted Sanzu when he was investigating in her crime scenes".
-" Damn" Rindou scoffed, rubbing his temples. " When I told you the killer was a genius ".
-" and soon dead, isn't it boss ?" Sanzu asked his boss, that one tilted his head to the side questioningly. " She penetrated our compound, threatened one of us and went as far as giving you orders, are we gonna take this disrespect?"
No one said a word, waiting for Mikey's, but it was obvious that they all agreed with Sanzu. That was clearly a first time, no one has ever been this far with Bonten, their reputation was scary enough to avoid such situations.
The boss stayed silent for what seemed like endless minutes, eyes lost, proceeding everything that happened.
-" Sanzu. "
Hearing his name falling from his boss' mouth, Haruchiyo stood up, ready for whatever order he would give him to find the woman. His mouth whatever, fall agape and his eyes widened when that one spoke again.
-" Stop the investigations."
As if electrified, all the members froze, their eyes full of shock and looked at each other quickly before returning their attention to their leader.
-" Excuse me what ?"
-" Ya serious Mikey ?"
They froze again, but that time because he threw a deathful glare that shut them all up. They were still shocked, however. Despite their wise choice to keep quiet, they still couldn't believe they heard his command well.
-" questioning my orders maybe ?"
The temperature dropped several degrees, an oppressive aura belonging to none other than Sano Manjiro imposed its authority throughout the entire room.
- " Not to be mistaken for what it's not " Ran started holding Mikey's gaze. " We're just curious at why you're doing that".
-" She stated she had no intention on lashing out at Bonten".
-" And do we trust her ?" Inquired the elder Akashi who was astounded.
He was not the only one to be, it was really eerie coming from Sano Manjiro to trust someone, or to even be merciful. Why would he ? He was as strong as to destroy the whole country if he wanted to, including that " hunter", who broke inside his hideouts, threatened one of his subordinates and dared to boss him around, usually, the person would already be six feet under.
An impassive Mikey landed his weary eyes on everyone of his executives.
-" She would've took the risk to come and get herself killed, then just left without doing anything ? " He gestured toward Kokonoi. " Not even killing him ? Robbing him ?".
Silence fell once again on the room, they had to admit that sometimes they didn't thought it through enough, what he was saying actually made sense now. Killing Bonten's wallet would have been a good way to get to them, the vigilante even could have done more, being inside the building and having several knowledge about chemical weapons, it could have been way worse than just a broken window and a crashed chandelier.
-" it remains to be seen why she was so insistent that we stop looking for her " Kakucho declared with a look toward his boss, that one nodded faintly, thinking about an answer.
-" It wasn't fear, I can tell" Kokonoi acknowledged. " I don't know what her true motives were, but I know for sure she wasn't afraid to be caught up ".
-" Why not? " Ran requested, leaning against his chair and crossing his legs. " If she really wasn't afraid, she would've shown up at me, or Rin', or Mikey, or-"
-" Glad to see I'm taken seriously " Hajime scoffed with a raised eyebrow, the elder Haitani smirked at him.
-" What I meant was, why you ? Out of everyone".
-" She could never have gotten to Mikey without getting through me since I was guarding his house that night " Sanzu explained.
-" Takeomi and I were out on a mission " Kakucho added before the latter nodded.
Rindou who has been somehow silent leaned over the table with a hand rubbing his jaw.
-" Why not us, then ?"
The question remained without an answer, floating in the air around them. They weren't together that night, the vigilante could have attacked anyone of them, why did she chose Kokonoi out of all people ? It looked like something was truly hidden behind it.
-" There's something" Kokonoi added, hands flat on the table. " I don't know if it's relevant actually".
-" just say it ".
His eyes wandered around the room, he recalled the events of the previous night then planted his eyes in those of his boss.
-" When I said boss' gonna kill her, she said something about... Already being dead " he had a confused expression on his face, just as nearly everyone in the room.
They seemed to think it through a little bit, before Rindou sighed.
-" Isn't it supposed to be a metaphor? Like dead from inside or something like that ?"
-" I don't know " the silver haired man ran a hand through his hair. " It's just a detail I guess I-"
-" every little thing matters, you did well, Koko " Mikey praised, the latter suppressed a smirk and bowed slightly, largely surprised by his compliment. " It could eventually mean she was one of La Compagnie's victims who came back for revenge "
-" We never heard about someone getting away from there " remarked the elder Akashi.
-" But it would make sense. I mean, we still don't know why she's doing all of this".
-" That could be a lead."
-" That could mean Koko's afraid of a call-girl" Sanzu's joke lightened the atmosphere a little bit, even the concerned one rolled his eyes but had a small smirk on his lips.
-" it could eventually explain why she seemed to be all about La Compagnie and no other gang or criminal around Tokyo " Kakucho declared thoughtfully, almost everyone nodded at that.
It made more sense now, who else than a scorned woman would take La Compagnie on a hunt ? What stronger motive could push someone to act as recklessly as she was doing ? She might have been one of the girls they kidnapped and forced into sex work, who escaped and decided to take her revenge. At least, that was what everyone of them was thinking.
-" So we're looking for a probably young woman, former prostitute, gone missing since a couple of years, maybe a chemistry major ?" Rindou summarized with slight gestures with his hands, earning a glare from his boss which surprised him.
-" I said we're not looking for her. Not yet. Not until she finishes La Compagnie for us at least ".
They all agreed to what their boss said, though Rindou's profile seemed to be pristine. Kakucho inquired next.
-" Would we get rid of her ? I mean, after she's done doing the dirty job for us ".
Once again, Bonten could have handled all of this by its strength. No one doubted they would have ruined La Compagnie and Hiroto Mori if they wanted to, still the problem was the bigger names involved in it. A minister, a police chief, many politicians, it would have been an issue to deal with all of this added to their daily business. Therefore, it was a bliss that someone took care of it instead of them, it avoided many unnecessary burdens actually.
-" Eventually... " Mikey grumbled, then his attention went to the smirks on many of his executive's faces, conniving looks, he rolled his eyes.
-" Very likely" he rephrased, earning a small laughter from Ran.
-" Very surely" he whispered to his brother who shook his head and smiled.
-" Talking 'bout Hiroto Mori" Rindou started, getting all the eyes on him. " Are we going tomorrow?"
Mikey looked at Kokonoi before nodding, nothing but a simple silent answer. The youngest Haitani sucked his upper lip before trying again.
-" And do you think she is coming ?"
All eyes were on Mikey. He huffed, leaning back in his seat. He couldn't say for sure, but it was safe to assume that the vigilante would not fail to attend the event organized the next day by Hiroto Mori.
On the other hand, the logic would want the politician to be on his guard since the many losses that his camp has recorded for a few days, he was not sure that it was a good idea for "the hunter" to show up there.
-" If she does, the night's probably not ending well " he shrugged, his executives agreed silently.
Which means they had to be careful, the Hunter could be anyone, could be anywhere, and could do anything. The hunter might even sit at their table, share their dinner, be their partner for a waltz, and they had no way to know that.
•••
-" Shit, I hate this day" you cursed rather loudly while fixing your lipstick on the mirror. Conor who was standing next to your bedroom door, wearing his dress' suit smiled playfully.
-" Is it because it's your dad's birthday?"
You threw a death glare at him through the mirror.
-" No, it's because it's St.Patrick's day and I hate the color green " you rolled your eyes and Conor laughed slightly. " Seriously, that bastard doesn't deserve a birthday. I hope he'll get assaulted by a horde of bees. Mutant bees"
-" Okay, right, let's breathe " the older man made few steps inside the room, you put back the lipstick on the vanity before grabbing your gown's skirt and turning around to completely face him.
He was handsome, no denial, you never saw him looking so good. The dark color of his suit was a delight with his deep blonde locks, and behind his silver mask, his green eyes shone magnificently.
-" Everything's gonna be alright, 'Kay ? The plan will work-"
-" We'll be walking on thin ice tonight and you know it " you argued. The plan was complicated, you were understaffed and the hotel will probably be highly guarded, it was quite dangerous yet you knew you would never dream of a better chance to get to the dreamhouse. And everytime you thought about it, your hands would start unconsciously shaking, cold droplets of sweat would start gathering on your back because that's where it all began, the downfall. Still you had no right to pay attention to your fear, it wasn't about you anymore, it was about hundred other girls who are facing way worse than what you did, there were no room left for your worries.
-" It's gonna work" he reassured. " And a horde of mutant bees would be the least of your father's worries ".
Through your stressed state, he managed to get a smile out of you. God, you loved him, he really has been what kept you grounded through all these years far from everything you had ever known, without him you probably would have ended everything.
You quickly turned around, headed to the vanity and grabbed your mask, an impressive Favaloro lux black one. Staring at your face in the mirror, you smiled to yourself, satisfied with your look before putting that latter, making sure it covered more than half of your face therefore you would remain unknown to men who knew you since forever.
Peevish or not, getting all dolled up always had a hand on improving your mood a little bit. It has been ages since you didn't felt so pretty, gorgeous, even. Your ball gown was stunning, an A-line shape, with a sweep/brush train hanging behind you with every step faking a princess look. Its color was a deep swallowing black, sleeveless, spaghetti straps with a V-neck extending until almost your belly button, no bra was needed since it was an open back dress, but the most beautiful detail about it was the embellishment.
Black applique adorned the straps, the neckline, and the waist in a form of black rose petals, giving the outfit a dramatic extravagant air. About your hair, you picked up a plain half up half down hairstyle, with curled hair strands adorning the look, all added to a crimson lipstick and some mascara. This would surely not be the most enticing look of the night, yet it stayed enough to not draw anyone's attention to you.
After you were done with fixing your mask, you turned to face Conor again and that one extended an arm toward you, smiling mischievously as you let out a little huffed laugh.
-" You look beautiful tonight" he praised, eyes on yours, you gave him a grateful smile, started walking out of the room with him and expressed a nostalgic sigh.
- " Oh the last time I heard something like this..."
Back to your childhood room where things were still what they looked like, your favorite color painting the four walls around you, posters of your former favorite rockstar and some models you envied, low music playing in the background while you were half sat on your bed, phone in your hands.
You sighed loudly, the woman peering at you from head to toe with a look you knew was full of judgment, a cigarette stuck between her lips.
-" you really 'bout to stay here, mourning all night?"
Your eyes drifted toward the brown haired woman in her maid's uniform, standing next to your bed and leaning against the wall. Esmeralda has been the maid even before your birth, so much that she became your mother's best friend. After that one's loss, she took care of you like her own daughter, well, like the daughter she never wanted to have.
She was perfect, really. Absolutely what people would never expect when you talk about a housekeeper for a rich politician, at the age of seventeen, you used to think she was one of the coolest women you're ever known. Always hidden in a corner, smoking some weed, sometimes even making out with one of the rich friends of your dad. The household was the least of her worries, yet she never let you down, you knew she loved you from the bottom of her heart, always there to give you advices. Maybe not the best advices, yet she did her best.
-" what am I supposed to do ? " You inquired frustratedly, putting your phone next to you on the bed. " It's obvious they don't want me there".
-" And do they own the house ?" She sarcastically replied, you frowned.
-" Uh... Yes ?"
Esmeralda rolled her eyes, taking a drag of her cigarette.
-" Yes, but do they own you ?"
You gave her an exhausted stare, you had no energy to argue at all, especially with Esmeralda. All you wanted to do that night was to lie in bed, mourn and binge watch your favorite TV show for the umpteenth time.
Usually, your nights were way busier. Yet lately, you have seen yourself turning into a rather lonely person, for the two people you used to hang out with the most since your childhood started to walk away from you.
You met Ran and Rindou Haitani at the elementary school. Two or three months acting like cat and mouse turned you into best friends, and since then, they never left you. You had other friends, indeed, but you didn't saw them often since most of your time you spent it with the brothers. Well, used to spend it, since they have been acting distant with you a couple of months ago now. Everything started because of that white haired Filipino, god, you hated him so much. Ever since your best friends started hanging out with him, they never wanted you around anymore. It hurt you, you really wouldn't stop thinking about it, sometime even shedding a tear or two at night because of it. Ran and Rindou used to want you everywhere around them, at school, then after school, at their house, outside, even at the parties they threw.
Tonight was different though, you learned from some highschool friends that they were throwing a party, and both of them hid it from you and never cared to invite you. You were mad, but above all disappointed, it was the first time you tasted the bitterness of betrayal, no matter how much you opened your heart to Esmeralda about how hurt you were, your heart still squeezed painfully in your chest everytime you thought about it.
Why would they think about replacing you ? You didn't changed, you still were the same girl they had as a best friend. But then, you gulped down as tears started to form in your eyes, you still were the same girl... And they grew up, they have been to Juvie, they had new friends, new girl friends, maybe you just weren't what they needed anymore...
-" I just wanna sleep, Esme " you crossed your arms, the maid rolled her eyes and took her cigarette between her two fingers, straightened and put it out on your nightstand, earning a glare from you.
-" Listen, pussycat" you winced at the nickname while she sat next to you on your bed, throwing one arm around your shoulder. " Do they own you ?"
-" Absolutely not. " You denied. There was a time where they used to say you were theirs, that no one could befriend you, but it was long gone now, sadly.
-" That's it ! I raised you as a strong independent woman. What does a strong bitch do when a man tells her not to go somewhere?"
You turned your head towards her, planting your eyes in hers azure blue, biting into your lower lip, you answered.
-" She does go ?" Your maid nodded with a smirk on her face, something you knew was definitely bad news.
-" she does go. And she puts on a slutty outfit to piss him off even more "
-" Uh, I'm not sure abou-"
-" shh, I know better. " She claimed.
And the next second she was dragging you by the hand toward your dresser, completely unaware of your protests.
She eventually ended up dressing you as her personal doll, ignoring your grumbling. Trying on one outfit after the other until she found what she assumed was " the perfect arsenal".
It was over the top. If you were in a cliché telenovela, Esmeralda would have been that one best friend dragging the nerd main character out of her comfort zone.
And you were not uptight, far from it. You were cool and confident by nature, still this was pretty much exaggerated. Everything felt wrong, your breasts were showing up more than necessary, the top was ridiculously short and you were sure the most decent thing about that outfit was the jean she made you wear because there was no way you would go at the Haitani's party-which you were not even invited- wearing a short tight dress.
-" Oh my gosh, our daughter looks so beautiful" standing just behind you while you faced the mirror, she exclaimed, untying your hair.
You shyly smiled, eyeing the outfit anxiously. She and your mother had that way of calling your " their daughter", you remembered it used to get you confused as you were young.
-" Isn't it like too much ?" You asked even though you knew what her answer would be.
-" oh please, your mom and I used to wear half of this " she rolled her eyes again whilst you laughed. " Dumb and dumber will see red, all them boners gon' be about you tonight ".
-" Esme please !" You whined, a disgusted expression on your face, Esmeralda raised an eyebrow.
-" What ?" She scoffed. " Were you thinking it was their phone, poking hardly from their pants when you sit on their laps ?"
You swore it has been so long since you didn't felt your cheeks growing that red, thinking about the brothers in such a way was just so wrong, you grew up together, shared everything from your food to your beds sometimes. Still you felt embarrassed, because things started to change, they grew up now, they attracted girls attention, took more care of themselves and you couldn't help but notice it.
" Could we just stop talking about cocks ? Plus, we're just best friends ".
-" Yeah yeah " she passed her fingers between your hair waves once again before grabbing the perfume from the nightstand to spray your neck. " That's what I used to say about my second husband".
-" the British one ?" You tilted your head questioningly, her eyes wandered toward the ceiling, making you laugh incredulously that she seemed to have forgotten.
-" actually that was the third one" she remarked, putting the perfume back. " But never mind, it's time to go. Oh and for Beyonce's sake, be a bitch tonight ".
You couldn't help but smile at the memory, eyes lost on the landscape passing by at high speed through the car's window. Your hands on your lap were sweaty, you could feel the knife strapped to your thigh under your dress, tonight, everything had to be perfect. Your mask had to never leave your face, many persons there could recognize you, you were supposed to be dead and dead girls simply don't attend ballrooms wearing a black dress. You knew about everyone that would be there that night, your father, his guests, his allies, and them. They would be there, he invited all the influential men and women Tokyo had ever known, and you were not sure but you felt like Sano Manjiro would take it as a chance to have a word with Hiroto Mori about how they started invading their own territory. A war against the political system was surely not the best for Bonten now, still the well-known Mikey would not let such a disrespect slip away, obviously.
Everything was foreign, you left the country for so long that you couldn't even tell you belonged there anymore. Did your body belonged to the monster you became anymore ? Or was it that of the dead girl they killed long ago ? Even the invitation cards in your and Conor's hand sitting next to you on the Limo weren't yours. Mr. And Mrs. Satō agreed so gently - or not- to lend you their names and cards for a night, after a charming conversation over a cup of tea- and your so friendly Glock 19 - , what a kind gesture has it been from them.
So you were miss Satō for tonight, and through your husband's and yours Limousine, you were getting closer and closer to the masquerade ball taking place at Ms. Hiroto Mori's hotel, celebrating his birthday with his few influential friends.
From a distance, the hotel was like a dying sun sinking under the horizon and inside that sun, those who ruled waltzed.
The hotel was as gigantic as you remembered, a skyscraper illuminating the now dark night with its thousand and one lights. The limousine stopped right in front of it, a valet quickly came to open your door, bowing gently as your supposed husband walked around the car to get closer to you and extend his arm for you to take.
Both of you walked through the small garden, where some lovers found privacy that their mask only could not give. The bittersweet music of the orchestra traveled as far as deep within the garden, and as soon as you both stepped inside the large main room, you winced discreetly at how loud the music was.
Against the haunting darkness of the night, the ballroom glowed incandescent with the light of a hundred crystal chandeliers. You looked up, at the vaulted ceilings, high walls with crown moldings, glossy hardwood under your feet at every step you made inside. Thick velvet drapes covered large french windows which displayed Tokyo's outside night, and at every corner of the room, there were spiral staircase to the second level.
The second level being mainly occupied by the orchestra in the middle, but at the four corners of the room, there were curved observation balconies, giving a full sight of the room.
-" Wow" Conor uttered, stopping in the middle of the crowded ballroom with his arm curled around yours. " This is-"
-" Ugly. " You gritted your teeth, he just smiled once again. " Everything is ugly, everyone is ugly. Except us ".
He knew you were just bitching to cover-up your anxiety of being inside this horrible place one again, he could see the spark in your eyes as you peered at the women with updos and expensive jewelry, their silk skirts drawing graceful sweeps across the marble floors, men in handsome suits, spinning and twirling with their various partners under the soft light of the tiered crystal chandelier.
The ballroom was enchanting, you had to admit it. But, the array of the richly coloured ball gowns and suits paired with intricately detailed masks, however would always fail to make you forget what was happening at a certain secret floor in that so well decorated facade of hell.
There were few pillars under the inside balconies some rich men and women were peering at the dancers from, you hurried to grab your heavy skirt and made your way toward one of them, sighing finally when you felt the cold marble against your bare back, under the laughter of Conor who came to face you.
-" If I succeed into fighting with this weighting -a-ton dress and high heels, I don't want anyone calling me anything short of queen ".
-" you've gone through worse " he simply declared, you agreed with a wince while his eyes traveled around the room.
Conor watched as the dancers spun and spun, everywhere intrigue and laughter erupted like champagne bubbles. The orchestra were focusing on each note they were playing from the main balcony at the center hovering over the room, he stared at those empty faces, laughing, dancing or simply talking business, then his eyes widened slightly when he caught a familiar face, once that seemed to be looking toward where you two were standing.
His eyes immediately drifted toward you, whose glances were following the dancers, felt Conor's on you and threw a questioning look at him, the expression on his face made you immediately straighten up, ready to hear the news.
-" Do not look up. Rindou Haitani is looking at us ".
Your heart first skipped a beat, you went completely still and it was a torture to not turn your head and search for him. You were completely fine before Conor told you, but he said his name, you started feeling strange chills on your back, as if you were imagining his stare on you.
You blinked quickly and looked at Conor, who gave you a conniving glance and closed your fists around your Tull skirt, drying the sweat gathered in your palms as your heart beat loudly in your chest.
-" Is he still looking at us ? " You anxiously inquired, your partner glanced toward one of the observation balconies, where he saw the Haitani the first time and noticed that one's stare was still fixed on you.
-" Yeah... D'you think he recognized you ?"
You exhaled your stress and shrugged, staring distractedly at the dancers.
-" I mean I'm wearing a mask, but it's Rin', we've known each other since forever and- shit am I acting natural ?"
- " Okay, calm down " Conor reached for your hands and stopped you from doing big gestures around yourself, avoiding you to draw other's attention toward you.
-" I'm sorry" you sighed once he grabbed your hands. " It's just too soon-"
-" I know" he silenced you, a hand around your waist to pull you in a hug whilst his chin rested on your head, his strong arms around you managed to calm your erratic heart beats, making you relax a little more against him.
It was nothing like that moment where your best friend tells you to not look behind you, because a crush or someone else is looking at you. Knowing that Rindou's eyes were on you got you frozen inside, every breath was hard to catch while anxiety ate the best of you, what if ? What if he recognized you ? What if he started suspecting something ? Biting on your lower lip, you separated from Conor and straightened your skirt as a way to cope with your trembling hands.
It was not like you hadn't saw him in years, you did actually kept an eye on him- not out of stalker tendencies- you just wanted to make sure him and Ran were okay. Yet it was different when you knew he could see you too, when you knew a mask wouldn't stop Ran and Rindou Haitani from recognizing you, not you.
Sensing your distress, the blond quickly glanced toward the middle of the room then stretched a hand toward you.
-" shall we dance ?" You peered up at him, confusion clouding your mind. " Will take your mind off it, you needa stay focused tonight, brat ".
You knew he was right, the mission was far too important to be ruined because of your personal feelings and life, you had to get yourself back together even if it was hard, it wasn't like you were not expecting to see them tonight anyway, you just got stressed out when you heard he has been staring at you. Reluctantly, you offered your hand to Conor who took it, leading you toward the middle of the waltzers.
From the balcony, Rindou licked his lips absently watching the various dancers waltzing around. His facial muscles went slack, something was wrong and he just couldn't put a finger on it.
He was doing perfectly fine, staring absently at the crowd while Kokonoi was next to him, chatting with some business man there. Yet everything seemed to stop when his gaze fell on the newcomers, precisely on the woman in a black gown.
She didn't attracted his eyes because of her beauty, well, she actually looked good, like really good , but all of them ladies were looking good that night, he just felt his guts stirring when his eyes stopped on her, for an unknown reason.
There was ... That familiar feeling, like when you have a word on the tip of your tongue still you can't find it, or precisely when a face seems familiar yet you can't put a name on it. And he tried to remember, he watched the woman though more than half of her face was covered, he watched her husband too, and nothing seemed to tell he already met them.
Maybe was it just a déjà-vu ? He stopped himself on his track, déjà vu of what, again ? His amethyst eyes unfocused and drifted toward old pictures, faces, situations, and there was no picture coming to his mind but there was the quick frenetic rhythm his heart just took, how his thoughts seemed to be amplified and the uncomfortable heat choking him suddenly.
He had to calm down, why in hell was he even stressed ? Yes it was stress, anxiety even , maybe. Was that woman a potential enemy? A threat ? Was it the reason why he felt so uncomfortable while watching her ?
His eyes widened slightly, could it be... Could this woman be the vigilante?
It made absolutely no sense, Rindou cursed himself mentally. How in hell would he recognize her when no one knew her face, what she looked like or even her age ? He was delirious, and his fidgety hands weren't helping at all.
He glanced at the couple who were waltzing again, searching for a possible reason that could make him so familiar to that woman. A tattoo? She had none, or seemed at least. Her outfit maybe ? In fact, she was probably the only woman in there wearing a black gown. The man she was dancing with ? He wasn't even a Japanese, he couldn't know him.
Yet, Rindou's hands clenched around the railing when he caught a sight of the blond's arm around her waist, his chest grew tighter and tighter, when was the last time he had felt such a cringe?
The strobe lights were pulsing from inside the room, the music coming from the black speakers was reaching the garden, the young people seemed to really appreciate his mixes, their living room was crowded with heated bodies moving to the rhythm.
That was why he loved being a Dj, he felt like he had power on those people, whatever playlist he would play, their bodies would follow, along with the cheers coming from everywhere in honor of the Dj.
It was more than just catchy music, he was absorbed by it, to the point of completely diving into the atmosphere. Rindou's body stiffened and his heart skipped a beat when a hand brought him out of his euphoric state, he turned wearily to the face daring to disturb him, thinking it was another drunk girl but his gaze fell on that of his brother who got closer to him on the Dj table without being noticed by him.
-" Wassup dude ?" He asked, but when he stared at Ran a little more, he could easily tell that one was mad, for he knew his brother like the back of his hand and nothing was as scary back then as a mad Ran Haitani.
- " You drunk or somethin' ?" He inquired again, Ran didn't answered, he exhaled his frustration out and his tight grip around Rindou's shoulder directed his gaze toward the front door, where a girl and a boy were leaving the party.
So that was it, Rindou frowned. It was the same feeling, the envy, the jealousy squeezing his chest. His grip tightened around the railing, what was it with that girl that reminded him of... you ?
Teenage Rindou put his headphones immediately on the Dj table, adjusting his hair while throwing a conniving glance at his brother.
- " Someone's trying to take her from us " the latter declared, letting go of his brother's shoulder and staring at where your body was standing just before you went outside with that boy.
No more words were needed, Rindou started heading toward the stairs as soon as Ran finished and the elder followed him closely through the crowd, making their way out.
The chill night's wind did nothing for their growing anger, their bulging veins or their ruined up mood. Their eyes analyzed every corner of their garden, of the street even, but there was no one, not even a car that just was started, no matter if they were outside, it was too hot for Rindou, he knew if he didn't found you, he would be suffocating by then.
-" We lost her, hm ?" He started, kicking angrily at one empty bottle of beer left on the grass. " Lost the best fuckin' thing down there f'us ? "
-" They couldn't get really far " Ran didn't gave him a single glance, if Rindou was losing it, someone had to keep calm to spot you before you ever left with that guy.
Shit, Ran cursed mentally. What has gotten into you ? Why were you here when they didn't even invited you because of the dangerous people who would be there that night ? Their world wasn't for you, not anymore, not when the whole Tenjiku and other guys just as insane would be in the same house. And what in hell were you wearing ? His fists clenched so strongly that his nails were scratching his palms, he had to find you, and fuck some sense into you.
-" Let's check the backyard" he offered, or more precisely commanded toward Rindou, that one who started calling your number nodded, and they made their way through the backyard.
Yes, that was the same feeling, he recalled now. When they got to the backyard and saw you with that one guy they knew from juvie, as he was about to handle you his lit up joint, nothing in the world could have made him forgot his anger of that day.
-" Inside. Now. " Rindou's voice commanded, while standing in front of you and your new friend of the night. You two were sitting on the staircase that led to the backyard, you frowned, looking curiously at the brother's stern expressions.
-" Wait, shit " a laughter escaped Chin's mouth, as he took his joint back. " Are these your brothers ?"
Rindou cringed, Ran was seeing red, why weren't you moving ? They were mad, you could tell. Were they like this because you came without an invitation? Or because you were about to try your first drugs ?
No matter what was the reason, they had no right to be, not after they have been ignoring you for weeks now, you crossed your arms.
-" Who you think you are exactly?"
Ran's eye twitched, Rindou let out a frustrated laughter while looking away, and you started getting scared. That was when you should be frightened, when Ran wasn't smiling anymore, and when Rindou did.
Their gaze left yours, they were now fully staring at the guy who put back what was in his hands and made a sorry smile toward them.
-" Look guys, I didn't knew-"
-" I said, my bedroom, now. " Ran was the one to speak this time, and even though he didn't looked at you, you knew it was directed toward you.
You knew damn too well what was about to happen, for you saw them in that state before, that guy wasn't gonna make it intact to his house, for sure. Chills ran down your spine and your throat felt dry, looking at their impassive faces, reluctantly, you got up and started walking back toward the front door, Rindou felt your eyes on them once more before you got inside, but they were too far gone to even notice you at that moment.
After all, you would get some too, later.
His thoughts were racing faster now, he couldn't get his eyes off of that blond's hand around your waist, and he couldn't get those old pictures out of his head either. What was that déjà-vu about ? Why out of all people would that girl remind him of you ?
She had the same hair color, he noticed, and approximately the same height, but half her face was covered, yet he couldn't deny it, with a tight throat , she did looked like you.
Was he hallucinating? Was it one of those tricks where he would see you everywhere? He had one of those hallucinations once when he had been high, he recalled. But it was years ago, just after you died, and he wasn't in his usual state.
He lost his ability to see more than one or more two steps ahead, fearing that he would miss something but didn't even knew what, he acted impulsively and walked quickly past Kokonoi, reached for the stairs and walked them down. Rapidly looking around, he spotted a lady standing on her own there and walked toward her, she turned her head toward him and smiled softly when he came closer.
-" Wanna dance?" He asked, eyes going between her and that woman in the black dress, waltzing with her partner. The lady's eyes widened and stared surprisedly at Rindou's shape, her mouth formed a perfect O before she nodded frenetically.
-" Um, yes. Yes, sure!"
He didn't bother to add anything, just took her hand and guided her to the center of the dance floor, where you and Conor were waltzing along with many other couples.
Conor winced as he spotted the Haitani putting his hands clumsily around the girl's waist and starting to dance, still his eyes drifting toward you every now and then.
-" lover boy number two is coming faster than a truck " he declared, you stiffened. Exhaling loudly, you peered slightly over your shoulder,your heart racing faster when you spotted Rindou waltzing closer and closer toward where you two were, you winced.
-" Does he think he's being discreet ?" Conor laughed.
-" I think he couldn't care the least about being spotted " you agreed with a nod, tightening your grip around Conor's shoulder as you felt your stress increasing. " Do you think he recognized you ? "
You shrugged, thinking about his question.
-" Rindou acts impulsively" you explained while Conor made you twirl. " He might have felt something odd, I guess ".
He nodded, eyeing the orchestra above. While he was proceeding who knows what, your mind raced with various hypothesis. Could he really have recognized you ? It wouldn't be so surprising, no one knew every detail of you as they did, and what was he intending to do exactly? Why was he getting closer to you two ?
You could still feel every move of yours being watched, you knew he had his eyes on your back, maybe was he trying to get a better view of your face ?
Your hands were shaking, stomach squeezing painfully, how were you supposed to hide it ? How would he react if he learned it ? If he saw you ? What would he think ? Of you ? Of Conor ?
The music down there didn't helped to calm your breathing, your hands on your lap were shaking, even the fancy mattress wasn't as comfortable as it always has been. It has been more than ten minutes that they asked- ordered you to go upstairs, in Ran's room, you waited and waited, anxiously trying to see anything through the window but Ran's room didn't give a full view of the backyard.
So you sat there, panicking, thinking about that guy's fate and yours as well. You chewed the inside of your cheeks, stood up, made some steps through the room, sat back, biting your lips and fidgeting on the bed, they were taking way too long.
It was obvious they were doing this in purpose only to exacerbate your stress and apprehension, you knew how much sadistic they could act and that exactly what was scaring you.
You had your eyes on the clock, still biting your lips when the door opened, you lifted your head and put your hands on each side of the mattress quickly when they entered the room, looking at both of them.
Bile rose to your mouth, even in the dark, you spotted the blood on Rindou's knuckles and on Ran's baton, your hands fisted the sheets to hide how they were shaking. Rindou closed the room behind him, Ran stayed up in the middle, facing you who were sitting on the bed anxious eyeing the brothers.
-" Been looking f'ya everywhere".
It was Rindou who started, back still facing you while he had his hand on the doorknob. His tone was cold, you have never heard him addressing you in such an unfriendly way, you gulped down.
-" Got afraid something happened to ya ". It was Ran's turn to speak, that one was twirling his baton around one of his braids, head tilted toward the window where he was staring at the yard.
-" And you " a sarcastic, bloodcurdling laughter escaped the youngest's mouth, you pressed your thighs together. " You, were smoking with some fucker like a whore ?"
Along with the fear, your eyes widened in outrage. They have never insulted you, their vocabulary has always been somehow dirty, yet they never been as far as to offend you. You tightened your grip around the sheets.
-" You do it all the time, should I call you manwhores ? "
Oh you should never have, Ran's lips pressed together, he turned his head toward you and it felt like you just received a cold shower when his gaze fell on you, meanwhile Rindou turned around and started walking toward the bed. You fidgeted when he sat just next to you, but your heart literally stopped beating when his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you in his lap, you struggled, tried to push him away, but he was stronger.
-" Rin, fucking let go. " You ordered, nails digging in his hand's skin.
-" You're testing our limits " he warned, hand gripping your chin to make you look up at him, you gritted your teeth, they always have been the strongest, whenever you fought when you were younger, whenever you bickered, they always ended up winning.
-" you're fucking kidding me ?" .
-" And we don't like acting as the " Roppongi Haitani's " with ya " Ran interrupted you, squatting in front of you and Rindou. " But you give no choice".
You could feel the sweat rolling down your back, you stopped every movement and pressed your back against Rindou's chest, nuzzling unconsciously in his arms to avoid Ran's fierce gaze, his lips curled in a soft- too soft- smile.
-" Aww Rin', think we scared our pretty princess " he mocked you throwing a glance at his brother over your shoulder, that one's lips pressed against your cheek, you could feel the smile on them though and closed your eyes slightly, ignoring the heat that you knew wasn't fear.
-" Shh, love. We'd just kill f'ya " he whispered against your cheek, you opened your eyes again when a cold material touches your chin, Ran has just lifted your head up with his baton, lazy smile directed toward you.
-" I'll do it, angel. If i need to carve our name on your back so you understand you're our's, I'll do it."
What in hell was even happening inside your body ? Why weren't you just afraid of them ? Why did it had to be so complicated? So intoxicating? Suffocating, even. They were unhealthy, you knew they weren't the cleanest guys out there, far from it, they were too twisted for that. Still you were there, you didn't moved an inche, taking their threats because you knew, you knew damn too well they would never actually hurt you. In fact, you knew they were the hurt ones, though they would never admit it.
Ran pressed his baton harder against your cheek now.
-" Now be a good girl f'daddy, smile f'me ".
You didn't behave, just raised an eyebrow at him, he sighed.
-" Never leave our sight again, yeah ?"
- " This just doesn't make sense, you were pushing me aw-"
-" Please. " He begged, however with a stern face now, his words asked, yet his voice ordered, you knew you better not extend the argument. " We'll turn crazy ".
-" You jus' don't understand, you're our fuckin' sanity " Rindou stated, chin resting now on your shoulder, his hands were playing with the straps of your top and you shivered, he smirked discreetly at your body's reactions.
-" we're jealous, so horribly jealous ".
-" and we had you first ".
-" Rin I'm not a toy-"
" It's okay, I know she can be a good girl for us. Yeah ? " Ran lifted your head with his baton again to make you look in his eyes, you rolled yours sarcastically but nodded, against all odds.
-" it was unwise, I admit " you found a way to apologize without uttering a " sorry ", and they seemed to be satisfied with it, judging by Ran's smile and Rindou hands wrapping around your waist.
-" Got ourselves the prettiest babe down there, Ran " he stated toward his brother, his lips brushed against your ear then. " You know we'd never freaking dream of hurtin' ya, yeah ?"
They would not, never. They never did, they just... Had their way of acting, of being, a way that would seem unhealthy, something you would've ran away from if you didn't loved them so much.
-" Hey, I'm talkin' to you " Conor snapped you out of your thoughts, you breathed heavily, as if you were engulfed in the depths of your memories and shifted your gaze from the void to look at him.
-" Sorry, what were you saying ?" You apologized, looking over your shoulder and freezing even more when you saw Rin' and his partner were only inches away from you, discussing who knows what.
-" I said, the symphony's reaching the highest notes " he shot you a heavy glance, you frowned, then rolled your eyes exasperated.
-" What a fucking genius bastard " you exclaimed, as the music was getting higher, your heart raced in apprehension.
-" What Am I supposed to do ?"
You inhaled deeply, then exhaled, the night was just starting and you both had a lot of things to deal with, a suspicious Rindou Haitani was far from being the worst.
-" just let him in " you surrendered. " He's suspicious, if we run away, he'll be convinced".
Conor agreed silently to what you said, though reluctantly, apprehending the moment when the orchestra would play the climax of their symphony.
And they finally did.
Alerted by the music, your partner twirled you, Rindou did the same for the girl he was waltzing with, and gracefully, you exchanged partners, what he has been aiming for since he got closer to you two, he had it.
He thought that sensation would disappear when he'll get closer to the woman, how wrong was he. The minute his eyes met her masked face and his fingers rested on her waist, his body froze.
Unable to blink, he watches as she looked anywhere but in his eyes, her hand rested on his shoulder, while the other squeezed his biceps slightly. She avoided his gaze, the crease between his eyebrows was deep and evident, the same familiar feeling was still there, even though he knew it shouldn't be this strong with an unknown woman, hell, why did she looked like you that much ? Now he knew, she reminded him of you, her gestures, her features or at least what he could see of them, if only she let him meet her eyes, or hear her voice, he couldn't explain why, he simply needed it.
-" Do I... Do I know you ?"
God, his voice changed, but at the same time, it sounded the same. Your chest tightened, you could feel yourself growing emotional and you shouldn't, you shall stay focused for tonight, you were letting them have the best of you while you had to remain professional.
Breathe in, breathe out, you would get to see them later, hopefully.
You didn't lifted your gaze to meet his when you answered by a mere silent no, shaking your head. Rindou hands on your waist stiffened, he twirled you and watched while your hair flew around you ever so gracefully, then asked again, when he held your body back.
- " I feel like, I've already seen you somewhere"
He waited for an answer,only to hear your voice, god he needed it. And you didn't gave it to him, what was a plain intuition turned into a paranoid thought. No, he couldn't be imagining, and he couldn't let himself think about what was playing through his head anymore, it hurt way too much. He denied, you must have a different voice, a different eye color, you had to face him, to talk.
-" Isn't your gown way too dark for the dress code ?" He couldn't in fact care less about the dress code, yet every other woman around was wearing light colors, you were practically the only one there wearing black and he just wanted, needed to hear your voice.
No, that wasn't a dream. No, that wasn't his heart beating so loudly, hands shaking around you. No, this wasn't you.
-" Hey " he snapped back, voice growing stronger, you bit your lip. " Eyes o'mme when I talk to ya ".
He requested, and you eyed the orchestra above once again, mentally calculating the time they would take to come to the end, switching the partners again, then, he just had to wreck you.
-" Shit... Pretty please, lemme see ya "
He had to beg, with his so low voice he knew you would give up, back then. Your throat tightened as if an invisible hand was strangling you, your eyes watered, could he take it ? Could you take it ?
Your hand on his shoulder went up to his neck, fingers slipping between his amethyst hair locks, and finally, Rindou's heart fell to his feet, he stopped breathing, couldn't hear the music anymore.
Your eyes drifted toward him, it was a lose-lose situation, he was already long gone, and your voice was the end of him.
-" I'm dressed to kill."
Shock. Denial. Realization. Numbness.
His brain stumbled on too many thoughts, couldn't tell if he should start by your face, your voice, or your words.
Your eyes, your face, you, and the hunter.
Paralyzed, numb to everything, he didn't react as fastly as he hoped when the men switched their partners again, and his hand closed around nothing, too late to catch you when you twirled back to your partner, you slipped between his fingers.
Once again.
#bonten rindou#haitani rindou#mikey tokyo revengers#polyamory#ran haitani#ran haitani smut#ran haitani x reader#ran smut#rindou angst#rindou haitani x reader
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Someone made a request about reader being one of the Brellies and thats they're a doctor, knowing all the weak points in the human body because they needed to know them. They get into a fight with the Brellies and after destroying some of them they are all smile and kind.
I don't remember who was the person who made the request because I posted the draft and deleted it so let me know if you read it!
Warnings: explicit violence? I never wrote about fights so it might not be good.
Reader's power is to see the human anatomy through the bodies.
Reader is gender neutral.
You were a doctor. You left the house kinda early to make your studies. Reginald Hargreeves never cared that much about what you loved and never helped you through your passion so you decided to left the house. You left before Five time traveled so you don't know about his disappearance and you're not surprised to see him at Reginald's funeral. You arrived the last since you were kinda far away from your natal city.
Everyone was gathered outside next to Ben's statue.
«Does anyone wish to say something? Pogo asked.
–So now what? You asked. Dad died, it's a part of the life, it should've happened.
–I don't think you understand, dad has been murdered. Luther answered.
–What about it? He was a monster, he deserved to died. Said Diego while crossing his arms.
–Wait a second where were you all this time (Y/N)? You're a doctor you could've examine his body if you just came sooner. Noticed Five.
–You're the one talking Five, you left for seventeen years to say that the world is ending in eight days. Klaus laughed between his words.
–Wait, what now? What happened when I wasn't here?! You complained, giving a questioning look to Five.
–A lot of things you don't wish to know. He replied. Luther cut you both:
–We're not going to fight now, right? Not at dad's funerals.
–This is stupid, my work is more important than something who should've happened some day or not! You sighed, speaking in a sweet way.»
The funerals ended, everyone wanted to leave. Except learning that the world was going to end, nothing interesting happened. You thought that at least you could have autopsied the body as Five said but the corpse had already passed the cremation stage. You walked around the house, trying to find some new informations or find a clue that dad actually cared about you. The only thing you found was a book that you only forgotten when you left. Diego joined you and spoke, trying to sound soft:
«You still think that dad cared about us?
–He should've at least left us a clue, I said everyone died one day but Five said the world is going to end in eight days, this can't be a coincidence.
–You're overthinking things. Even if he knew something he wouldn't have tell us.
–I always have hope in other's kindness.
–As always.»
You both smiled but your smiles quickly faded when you heard a gunshot and Allison scream that people just entered the house. they really have a good timing. You think to yourself. You rushed with Diego to the center of the house where you heard the gunshot and Allison. The intruders were six, you were seven, with six people having powers. You all ran straight away, Luther told Viktor to stay back while you all were ready to fight. Diego took out his knives and threw them at one of them, the knives touched one of the man. You used your powers to see where they had been embedded. One was stuck in the peritoneum and the other has been thrown in his kidney. It will stop him for some times but he still has his hands and his guns were intacts which worried you. You rushed to the man while he was still screaming in pain, crouching. He raised his pistol in the air and aimed at Diego. You kicked him on the side of his neck which knocked him out completely, you swung his gun with your foot. Diego was shocked for a second but quickly concentrated on someone else, aiming at them. You looked around, Luther certainly didn't need help. You didn't know where Five and Viktor were but your eyes quickly locked on Allison who was fighting with her bare hands. Why didn't she use her power? You didn't want to underestimate her but you had a bad feeling. You picked up the man from before's gun and joined Allison. You shot in the air to have the killer's attention and when he turned around, you punched him in the solar plexus, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Allison took advantage of this and kicked him in the groin. You nodded in approval.
«Good job sis!»
You smiled brightly and searched for Klaus afterwards. Your brother was drunk so you were worried for him, he could do anything dumb. You climbed upstairs and saw Five from the corner of your eye, he was fighting with another man. You assumed he didn't need help when you saw the man's bloody face and Five's confidence. You searched for Klaus again and quickly found him when he screeched loudly. You ran to the room from where you heard him.
«I don't want to hit a woman!»
He cried, something in his voice said that he also said that because he was not in a state to fight. You approached the woman quietly and moved your hands in a way to tell Klaus the woman to turn around, which he didn't need to do because the woman noticed Klaus' eyes looking behind her. She turned around and immediately punched you in the face. Your lips curled up into a gentle smile.
«You know, if you want to damage me you'll have to hit... You raised your feet and gave her an highkick in the temple, causing her to hiss and hold her head with her hand. Here. it's just an advice.»
Klaus looked at you then strangely looked next to him.
«Who are you looking at?
–Ben...»
You chuckled nervously, you didn't want to believe his powers could make him see their dead brother. A voice was heard from behind you:
«So I guess there's one left.»
It was Five. You nodded. You helped Klaus standing up and went down the stairs with your two brothers. You were all gathered here except...
«Where's Viktor?!»
You shouted in cohesion with Allison.
«Shit..Five muttered under his breath and teleported, searching for Viktor.
–We should search for him together, there's only one left so it'll be easy! You said happily.
–And if you misaimed one of them? Asked Diego. How can you even be so chill and smile after making half of them pass out?!
–Chillax Diego, (Y/N)'s a doctor, remember? Klaus reassured. Five came back and panted, seems like his powers were not infinite.
–(Y/N)'s power makes their hit even more precise, trust me, they're all knocked out, I verified while searching for our dear brother.
–Viktor must be with the killer, that's what worries me, we didn't hear a single noise since we beat up all of them. Allison was right. Viktor must be with the killer.»
You looked around and suddenly, your face looked like you just realized something. You didn't even take the time to tell everyone to follow you, you just ran outside. Viktor was defending against a woman with a knife. He was lucky to fall on the only one with a knife because he would've been dead by now. Your brother didn't see you, he was more focused on saving his life. You approached the woman, not caring if you were loud or not this time. The woman turned around to face you and you punched her in the face. She punched you back and thrusted her knife in your shoulder. You screamed but you were chill, you weren't afraid for your life.
«You should really learn where are the most fragile points in a human being, because as a murderer you're useless if you don't know those basics.»
You hissed at her and lifted your foot, kicking her in the knees unsuccessfully. She let go of the knife to avoid your hit. You sigh and walks forward, the woman was stepping backward. She didn't have any weapon and she looked like she didn't know what to do, those people were obviously beginners. Viktor was behind the woman, she didn't pay attention of this. He wrapped his forearm around the woman's neck and squeezed tightly to knock the breath out of her lungs. You smirked softly.
«Take your teammates and get out of here. I don't care if you can't lift them all, get out and don't try to touch my family again.»
The woman nodded, Viktor let go of her, her breath and face were enough to tell you that she gave up. She ran away, your brothers and Allison soon joined you and Viktor. Everyone was looking at you in shock. You could see the woman trying to lift her partners from the outside.
«You're letting her go. You know she will probably take her revenge? Diego scowled you, still shaken by the events.
–She can come, I'm waiting for her. You smiled brightly as you didn't make three men pass out and a woman leave. Luther shrugged. What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Five said as he didn't almost kill someone himself:
–You're so chill about all of this. I'm sure you could've killed them and still look so bright.
–You're the one talking, your opponent was at the verge of death! Nobody deserves to die, we all deserve a chance to enjoy the sun before the world ends.
–They're gonna have sequels, I saw everything before going outside. Viktor said.»
Your face was still soft, you didn't have any worries and that totally shook up your family. You hugged Viktor, then Luther, then Klaus, then Allison, who hugged you back. You hugged Diego, he was still flabbergasted and no words could come out of his mouth. You tried to hug Five but he avoided you by teleporting which left you with a pout. You brushed it off and chuckled.
«I'm so happy we're all reunited! I hope this will last forever!»
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Slipping Through my Fingers
Synopsis: Cillian Murphy and his wife Yvonne got the shock of a life time when they took in their six-year-old niece Y/N after Cillian's little sister and her husband died in a car accident. Now on he wedding day, Cill thinks back through the years and how much she's grown. Based on the ABBA song 'Slipping Through My Fingers'
Trigger Warnings: Car accident, death and dying
WC: 2040
Cillian had broken down on the phone when his wife had called him giving him the horrible news that his little sister Madhbh and his good friend and Madhbh’s husband Tom were murdered by a drunk driver when they were coming home. Their five-year-old daughter, Y/N had been the only survivor of the crash. Cillian was on the first flight out to Dublin where he was greeted by his wife Yvonne and then rushed straight to the hospital where Y/N was.
As they were on their commute to the hospital, it was Yvonne who said it. “We’re taking Y/N.”
Cillian looked at his beautiful fiancée and nodded his head, holding back tears. The thought of little Y/N being orphaned at such a young age brought tears to his eyes. No one could ever replace Madhbh and Tom, but it was truly what was best for little Y/N. His parents weren’t able to care for her, Tom didn’t speak to his family due to reasons that he was never comfortable talking about, and his siblings were just starting their lives. He couldn’t let little Y/N go into foster care.
“Then we need to get a room ready for her,” he said. “We need to figure out how we get her to London as well.”
Y/N pulled through, but the Murphys were forever scared by the loss of the youngest one. The only thing they had left of Madhbh and Tom was Y/N, and they had to be strong for her.
And though the first two years were rough. Y/N crying for her parents, the Murphys struggling to move on with the Madbhbh and Tom-shaped holes in their hearts while doing what was right by Y/N had taken its toll on all of them. They had taken her to therapy in order to help her cope with the adjustment of her parents dying. Y/N’s first birthday without Madbhbh and Tom was something the whole family was dreading. But Madhbh got a cake, she got a few presents, though she didn’t seem too interested in them. Her eyes scanned for her parents, only for Madbhbh and Tom to never walk in the door. And though the adults would never admit it, so were they.
Life was bittersweet for Cillian and Yvonne as they watched Y/N grow up. As Y/N grew older, she looked more and more like her mother Madhbh, but she had Tom’s mischievous smile which both Yvonne and Cillian knew would get her far and get her into trouble. When Cillian and Yvonne married two years later, both of them expected Madhbh and Tom to be there. Only to find little Y/N sitting right next to Cillian’s cousin smiling.
When their oldest son came the next year. Yvonne and Cillian found themselves making sure Y/N didn’t feel replaced. And they did the same thing when their next and final child came along not too long after their oldest. Though to them, though they’d never tell Y/N, she would be their oldest. But they could never replace her parents, nor did they want to.
Life with three kids was hard. The kids outnumbered the adults. Y/N had inherited her mother’s unique ability to rile people up for her own amusement and then watch the aftermath. Something Madbhbh had done in childhood to purposefully set off Páidi and Cillian. She also just seemed to watch the world burn as she riled up her cousins to be able to watch the fallout. But other than that, she was a good big sister and a nice girl.
When Y/N started school, Yvonne and Cillian were sitting there on their couch worried sick. She was growing up. She had her school bag in hand, her hair swept back into a ponytail. In her striped school uniform, Cillian snapped photos of her like any parent would on their child’s first first day of school. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Working as an actor made it hard for Cillian as well. He was away from the family for long periods of time, leaving Yvonne to manage the house and the kids alone. He missed his wife, he missed Y/N, he missed his sons, and he felt terrible for leaving Yvonne alone with the three of them.
Cill thought back to when he was home. “Yeah,” Cill said. “I’ll be leaving in three months to film a TV series.”
“What series?” Y/N asked as she got up and brought him a glass of water. Now eleven, she looked even more like her mother. “You’re hardly ever here, Uncle Cill.”
Cillian sighed. He’d gotten used to this since Y/N was able to register that he was always gone. “I know,” he sighed. “But you guys can come visit me.”
Y/N rolled her eyes at him as his sons groaned. “What’s it about?”
Cillian was amazed that she was taking an interest in what his newest projects were. “It’s about a gang in Birmingham at the end of the First World War and how they navigate everything that comes after.” Y/N nodded her head, he could tell that she thought it was interesting. “And you can’t watch it until you’re thirteen, Y/N.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. Knowing Y/N, he knew that she’d figure out a way to watch it just because he told her ‘no.’ A trait she inherited from her father.
As the years went by and the family moved back to Ireland, a relief for Y/N, Yvonne, and Cillian who were moving closer to family. But a new and terrifying thing for Cillian and Yvonne’s kids, as they had lived in England their entire lives.
As Y/N entered her teenage years, she became sort of a wild child. She would go out to parties, she’d come home late at night. She’d never leave her room unless it was for food or the occasionally ‘grunting’ hello at family members. She’d roll her eyes, she’d groan, but it all came to a head when she came home late completely rat-arsed.
“WHERE WERE YOU?” shouted Yvonne.
Cill and Yvonne were up all night, pacing and worrying about Y/N. Her mother wasn’t much of a partier, yet here Y/N was, out at all hours of the night and stumbling home sloshed.
“Relax, Auntie Yvonne,” Y/N slurred. “I was out with a few people.”
“YOU WERE SUPPOSSED TO BE HOME BY 10!” She hollered. She then sighed when she looked at Y/N. “God, Y/N, you’ll be the death of me.” She went in and hugged her.
But Y/N wriggled out of Yvonne’s arms and ran straight towards the bathroom, the sound of puking could be heard. Cill thought back to his younger years when he’d go out with his friends and throw up after a long night out. Y/N went straight to bed after that. And much to Yvonne and Cill’s shock and amazement, Y/N wasn’t hung over. She seemed to be immune to them.
Y/N’s punishment was spending time with Cill for the weekend and not being allowed to go out with her friends. But he could tell that she was secretly happy to spend time just the two of them.
“We don’t do this anymore,” she pointed out as they walked around Dublin. Cillian had suggested (or as the family called the ‘ice cream bat signal’) to get ice cream and Y/N happily accepted the invitation. “You’re hardly ever home anymore.” She sounded defeated. “I know you go away a lot for your job, but the boys miss you.”
Cillian sighed and though he knew Y/N would never admit that she missed him until she was older, he knew she missed him too. This was the hardest part of being an actor. He was away a lot, leaving the three of them alone. It was something he’d forever feel guilty for. “I miss you guys too.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Congratulations, Y/N, Anderson Cooper would be proud.”
Y/N’s look of bewilderment was something that Cillian smiled at. That look she’d inherited from her father, even though she was her mother’s twin in looks and personality. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She was at a loss for words.
“Uncle Cill,” she said softly and timidly. “Uh, please don’t be mad at me.”
Cill’s head started spinning. What was wrong? What what did she do? He wondered. But the look in Y/N’s eyes told him that she was terrified. “What is it, Y/N?”
“I’m bi,” she whispered.
Cill breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought that something bad had happened to you.” He hugged her. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Y/N.”
The sigh of relief on her face was something Cill understood.
When Y/N embarked across the ocean to go to school, Cillian and Yvonne were incredibly nervous as they moved her into the dorms in Philadelphia. She enjoyed the US, she enjoyed Philadelphia. It also gave the family an excuse to go to America, as the boys were nagging their parents to go for a while.
Three years later, Y/N would meet a man in one of her classes. The two would grow close and end up dating. Now, Cillian, Yvonne, and their two sons were in Philly for more than just visiting Y/N, they were meeting her boyfriend.
Cillian, like any father, was nervous about how he treated her. He hoped that his daughter had found a nice man who loved and cherished her. And by the way she spoke about him to them, he did.
“Are we there yet?” asked his oldest son as Yvonne drove. Cillian, looking out the window as his wife made the wrong turn and went over the Ben Franklin Bridge into New Jersey, was now understanding why Y/N didn’t like Jersey drivers. Yvonne was gripping the wheel of the car.
“We’re in New Jersey,” Cill responded.
“Why doesn’t it smell?” asked his youngest son. “Y/N calls it the ‘armpit of America’.”
“Because it does tend to smell,” Yvonne stated. They managed to turn around and get back to Pennsylvania. They drove to the restaurant, parked, and then got out to meet the two of them at the table.
The man, better known as Jack, got up and greeted him by shaking his hand. He called him ‘Mr Murphy’, even though Cill had told him to ‘call him Cill,’ the young man persisted. They talked and got to know each other. After two hours, they left. Cill smiled at Yvonne, glad that Y/N had found someone who loved her. It also helped with the boys that
Years went by, Cill’s family met Jack’s family who were wonderful people. Both Jack’s parents were from Ireland as well. They emigrated to the US in the 80s and never left, becoming naturalised citizens. The two would later marry and then divorce. They would go on to marry wonderful people who Cill was thankful Jack had in his life. They did a wonderful job raising him.
Now, a few years later, Y/N was walking down the aisle. Jack would be at the end of it. The two of them were so nervous. Cill stood next to her, trying hard not to cry. Yvonne, who’d gone dress shopping with her, was also on the other arm.
“Repeat after me,” the priest said. Jack’s parents were “Jack O’Brian, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honour her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Jack smiled.
As Y/N blushed as the priest turned toward her. After they said the formalities. The priest responded with: “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Jack and Y/N kissed, smiling as they pulled away. And as Cill sat there, all he could think was how the time had slipped through his fingers.
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Chapter Three [No.031]: Limbo
Pairing: Albert Wesker x Cannibal GN!Reader
Summary: You make your way down into NEST and find an undesirable state of things which leaves with nothing but revenge.
Warnings: Gun shots, blood, injections, viruses, mutation, action/fighting, murder.
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You followed behind Annette Birkin, keeping a steady pace, a slight distance between the two of you. It was dark in the halls behind the lenses of the gas mask. Everything was tinted in shades of gray and black in areas where the shadows were more prominent, the sounds were deafened to what immediately surrounded you. It put you on edge the longer you wore the mask, feeling as if anything or anyone could and would take advantage of you at any moment. Why the hell did the security service members wear something like this if it put them at a disadvantage like this? The only good thing about it for you was that it also confined your sense of smell into the mask, subduing any hunger that would have attempted to pull at you.
At least you weren’t afraid of accidentally taking a bite out of Annette now.
“He should be down this next hall.” She said, her voice low and muffled.
You followed her without another word, making your way through a set of double doors. The two of you continued to make your way down the hall, getting closer to your target, to the G-virus. You were so close to having your hands on it, so close to this entire mission being over with. You were ready for all of this to be over, to make it safely out of town before the night ended. You felt as if you were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, hoping that everything would continue to go as smoothly as possible.
But that hope was quickly stifled when you heard the sound of gunshots ringing throughout the hall.
Fuck.
Annette stopped her pace for a moment in front of you, surprised and taken aback by the sound. But soon the realization slammed into her and you could see the panic settling in as she began to take off running towards it. You quickly took hold of her arm and pulled her back towards you. She looked at you, seething with anger and wanting to argue, but you shook your head and dragged her along the hall with you, forcing her to hide behind a stack of equipment. She opened up her mouth to say something, but you placed your finger where you mouth would be through the mask, asking her to be quiet.
If William was in that room, you knew there would be no saving him now. The least you could do is make sure Annette didn’t get herself killed right now.
So, the two of you waited there for a moment, listening in to the arguing and orders that were being given from the captain, waiting for the Umbrella Security Service to finish their bidding. As soon as you heard them begin to file out of the room, you silently looked around the edge of the equipment, catching a glimpse of a team of five - one of which was carrying a metal briefcase. You held your breath as that one stopped in the middle of the hall and proceeded to look around for a moment, as if he knew he was being watched.
You gritted your teeth behind the mask, knowing exactly who it was.
The red lenses were a dead giveaway.
You never knew if the man ever had a name, even after the encounters you’d had with him in Spencer’s mansion. The only thing you knew were the whispers and rumors about “The Grim Reader” or “Dr. Death” and the fact that he had a hell of a right hook. You already knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
But so were you.
After moments of eyeing the hall behind him, he finally made his way through the doors, leaving you and Annette alone. Annette immediately stood up and ran for the room the security had left. You took off your gas mask and followed her. Before you even stepped past the threshold of the doorframe you were slammed with the wave of scents - the alcoholic sterile environment mixed with gunpowder and blood.
You both found William doubled over on the floor, covered in his own blood, watching as it continued to seep out from his wounds. There was another scent that caught your attention - chemical. Your eyes trailed down the man and found that he held an empty syringe in his hand.
Double fuck.
“Good god, William.” Annette finally spoke, her voice quivering as she looked down at the blood that coated the floor.
You knew she was processing it all as well, seeing her stand to attention as her eyes caught the syringe too. She looked at him in shock as the realization of their circumstances hit her.
“What have you done?!” She shouted
William looked up at both of you, a wistful smile on his face. You immediately recognized the look in his eyes - one filled with pain. He had rage that was spilling over the surface, pouring out of him through his blood, through every word he spoke.
“They’re not going to get away with this.” He said through gritted teeth, struggling to stand.
The G-virus was beginning to take its effect in his veins, fueled by its new host and the anger that resided within him. You felt the virus pulling you towards him, the anger rising up within you as well. There was one fact you knew for certain after seeing him in this state - It didn’t matter who you were, Umbrella was going to take and take and take until there was nothing left.
You realized that for once you and Birkin were on the same page - these bastards couldn’t get away with this.
Neither of you were going to let them get away with it.
You walked closer to him and held out your hand. He took it and you could already feel his strength growing, the virus working quickly to get him to where it needed - no - wanted him to be.
“I know which way they went.” You replied, “I know we’ve had our differences, but if you help me get it back, we can bring these fuckers down for good.”
He smiled at you, blood coating his teeth and lips. The two of you were connected now, for better or worse through the virus, through the rage.
Through your need for revenge.
“Lead the way.”
You turned to leave the room and Annette stood in front of the doorway. She shook her head, still in shock at what she was witnessing.
“You can’t be serious -” She began
“Annette, we have no other choice.” William spoke up, “This has to end here, they can’t get away with it. Umbrella took everything we worked so hard for.”
Annette looked past you at him with tears in her eyes. You could sense the fear wafting off of her, the worry in her demeanor. You couldn’t reassure her, you couldn’t give her the confidence that things would be okay because even you yourself didn’t know the answer to that. All you could do was walk up to her and place your hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you for getting me this far. I can handle it from here.”
With that you left the room, William close in tow behind you. You pulled out your radio from your vest and held it up to your face, contacting Jerry.
“G-virus was taken by the security service. On track to retrieve it now.”
“What?! No, operative do not engage -”
Jerry tried to give you a command, but you weren’t asking him, you were informing him.
With that, you slammed the radio into the wall, watching it burst into pieces on impact. If anyone was to stop you, there was a good chance they could have found the H.C.F. and your contacts through it. You didn’t want them to get their hands on the others or find out Wesker was still alive.
If Umbrella ever got their hands on him -
No, no - now was not the time to let your mind wander, to think about an outcome that would no longer happen. You did your dues, took the precautionary measures you knew to keep everyone safe so no one else you worked with would get hurt in the midst of the bloodbath that you knew was about to occur.
You turned around to check on William. He was staggering behind you, still feeling the effects of the virus running its course through his veins as his wounds healed. You could see something different about his shoulders, as if he had grown a weight underneath it. This was something you never experienced when he injected you with the virus and you wondered if it would mutate his body into a grotesque form, just as it had with Lisa Trevor.
Your answer soon came as he fell to his knees, letting out a loud and agonizing cry of pain. His right arm began to grow larger in size, breaking through his white lab coat. You could see the sinews of muscle that had replaced his skin, fractured bones and a large yellow eye protruding from where his shoulder should have been. He continued to morph and change in front of you, the muscle now ripping down his side, down his face. You couldn’t help but wonder how much more he had changed the virus, seeing the stark difference of the initial one he infected you with versus the one that was now changing him.
Either way he was becoming the monster of his own creation.
“William, can you still hear me?” You asked
He shot a glance up at you, baring his teeth like the smile of a vengeful hound.
He could hear you loud and clear.
“We need to cut them off before it's too late.”
You didn’t have to say another word. William quickly took to his feet and moved past you, barreling down the hall and past the doors.
You allowed him to lead the way as if he were a hunting dog that had caught the scent of its prey. He led you straight to them as he barreled through the next door, busting it off the hinges, causing the team to turn their attention to the sound of the metal door scraping across the floor towards them. Your eyes quickly caught sight of the briefcase and the man that it was attached to, but before you were even able to make a move, their guns were already raised, and Birkin was moving for them fast.
Triple fuck.
You took off behind him, dodging the bullets that were aimed for you. Before you could even get a word into William he was already within the throes of them, lashing about and tossing everyone in the group around the room, slamming them into the walls, letting out a roar that came deep from within - one that shook the walls.
Someone would have heard that and they would be calling for backup any minute now -
You were pulled out of your thoughts, eyes quickly catching sight of the briefcase, hearing it tumble, bursting open and spilling out the contents, glass shattering on the floor.
You felt your breath catch in your throat, realizing just how absolutely fucked you and the entire plan were now. You ran over to it, inspecting to see if any of it was salvageable. All of the vials had completely shattered, the liquid spilling down the grates, into the dark depths of the unknown. You counted each one, seeing the variations of colors and noticed that it did not match up with the mold of the case. There was a vial missing - there was one somewhere that was still intact.
You ran through your thoughts, trying to assess where it might have been. It could have very well been the one Birkin injected himself with but if you weren’t 100% sure, there was still room for doubt. You looked at the people on the floor, counting them all. The number of people didn’t match up either - two were missing from the group. That’s when the realization dawned on you.
There was a good chance Dr. Death had it. He was one of the U.S.S. best men - he would have been the most likely and would have calculated something like this occurring. If only you knew -
You heard the sound of the cock of a gun, the sensation of cold metal at the base of your neck. You quickly moved out of the way, dodging the oncoming shot and spinning on your knee. You launched yourself up from the ground at his throat, knocking him to his back flat onto the ground. The rage took over you in that moment as you began to beat and berate the man’s gas mask, clawing away at his chest, anger going into each strike.
You couldn’t stop yourself.
“Where the fuck is he?!” You yelled
The officer didn’t hear you, his life already leaving his body, the blood in his veins pooling around him on the floor and mixing with the viruses, dripping along with them into the unknown. You slammed your fists into his gas mask one last time, busting open the metal straight into his skull, his blood spurting out and littering your face. You attempted to recompose yourself, taking in deep breaths as you moved off of the dead man. You looked over to Birkin who had just smashed the last living of them into the other wall, watching them slide down, lifeless.
“William.” You said, getting his attention.
He looked over at you, face strained. He stood still for a moment, heaving as he waited for your response.
Good. He was still there.
“The vials broke. One is missing. I’m going after their leader, you do what you need to here. Give them hell.”
You could tell he liked the sound of that, attempting to give you a smile. It looked more painful than joyous, but considering the condition his body was in, you wouldn’t fault him for it. You gave him a thumbs up before proceeding to run for the other end of the room, down the halls that Annette had led you through before from the entrance. When you came to the four way crossing you stopped, taking a moment to calm yourself, your rage. You took in deep, slow breaths. You were going to sniff the bastard out if it was the last thing you did in this god forsaken place.
You and the Grim Reaper had your fair share of fights before in the mansion, and you had almost gotten your teeth into him. You knew his smell well, even if he tried to dampen it on his clothes with the inhibitors, you could still sense he was close. Even his gait, his footsteps against the floor would give himself away. He wasn’t going to get away from you this time.
And soon you heard the distant clop of his boots, the pace, how hurried it was. You smiled and turned your head to your right, towards his direction.
There you are mother fucker.
You took off in his direction, gunning it down the hall as fast as you could. When you reached the other end you burst through the door into another hallway, you looked around for any sight of the man, turning in every direction.
What you were not expecting was for him to be above you.
The Grim Reaper quickly descended upon you, slamming his body down onto yours, his elbow into the side of your head, knocking you down to the floor below. You quickly caught yourself, pushing back on him, forcing him off of your body. He took a chance to hit you with his knife and sliced your tactical vest. You looked up at him, angry that he was able to get the upper hand. You launched yourself at him, pushing him onto his back now. You attempted to claw away at him like you had the other operative, but he quickly brought the knife up to slice into your throat. You backed away from it and he took his chance to force you off of him before quickly standing up and kicked you in the side of the head, forcing the back of your head to bounce onto the floor -
Knocking you out cold.
Chapter Two: VOID WHISPERS
Chapter Four: vendetta!
#resident evil fic#resident evil fandom#resident evil fanfiction#albert wesker#resident evil#the devils teeth#albert wesker x you#albert wesker x reader#resident evil x you#resident evil x reader#william birkin#annette birkin#hunk resident evil#resident evil 2#re2 remake#re2#re2make#series: the devil’s teeth
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It takes one kiss
CHAPTER 3 - Now you know
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5
Steddie Fanfic
Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.
OR
Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?
CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.
Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!
Words: (of current chapter) 2496 / (complete fic) 15381
Eddie’s POV
Eddie wished his biggest problems were an unrequited crush and failing grades again. Anything but being wanted for murder, really. A murder he did not commit, mind you. He glanced at Harrington, who occasionally felt at his throat as if to make sure it really hadn’t been sliced or anything. Eddie hadn’t apologized. He wasn’t going to.
His hand still felt sore from the grip he had had on the broken bottle that he had held up to Harrington’s throat when he and the others had ambushed his hideout. The boathouse. How the hell they had found him there, he still didn’t know. For a moment he had been certain they had banded together to catch him, deliver him to the cops for a medal or whatever.
When Harrington kept prodding him with the god damn paddle he went for him first, ready to hurt him if he had to, though he had felt his resolve crumble when he looked him in the eye. All surrendering, compliant and scared.
People were scared enough of him as it was without reason, let alone if he gave them one. Still, he was frozen into place until Henderson had talked some sense into him. They listened to him, really listened. Where he had been convinced they’d drag him to a house for the crazy at best, they had opened up about a whole other world he had no idea of instead.
The Upside Down. Well, his world certainly felt upside down right now. And Harrington offering, no, demanding to stay with him at the boathouse didn’t help at all. What in the world was he thinking?
“I’ll stay with him,” Harrington said to the others, as if he wasn’t in the fucking room with them. Eddie’s eyes widened, the frown on his face nearly connecting his brows in a neat line.
“I don’t need a babysitter, Harrington. Least of all you,” he spat, unable to keep the venom from his voice. Dustin raised his eyebrows in surprise, confusion obvious on his face. The kid obviously didn’t know what kind of jerk Harrington was. Or used to be. He wasn’t sure at this point. All he knew was that Henderson talked his ears off about Harrington during D&D and he couldn’t help but feel weirdly jealous about it.
“I know,” Harrington responded lightly. As if he hadn’t been present on both occasions where his actions had confused the fuck out of Eddie. First the kiss, then the reaction to the kiss. Then the question, then the reaction to his rejection. He hated all of it. “Still staying,” he added with a shrug. As if Eddie’s opinion didn’t fucking matter.
“I’d really rather you fuck off anywhere else.”
“Woah, hey, why are you two so weird with each other? What happened?” Dustin asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay. He needed to diffuse the tension between the two, for the sake of the mission. Neither Eddie or Steve seemed ready to share, though.
“Nothing.”
It echoed as they both said it seconds after each other, granting the other boy a glance. One was met with chocolate brown eyes filled with annoyance, the other with hazel eyes overflowing with something that simply screamed ‘truce’. Eddie didn’t know how else to describe it. Stupid Harrington with his stupid fucking pretty hazel eyes and his stupid fucking freckled face and his god damn fucking hair that—
“Okay? So we’re civil then? You’re not gonna eat each other alive once we leave?” Dustin wanted to know.
“We won’t, Dustin,” Harrington assured him. Eddie scoffed. Speak for yourself, he thought bitterly. He would totally bite St— Harrington. Maybe just not in the way Dustin expected. He closed his eyes and breathed loudly through his nose. His brain was betraying him horribly by filling his mind with images he really wished he wouldn’t see right now. The harder he thought about forgetting, the clearer the vision became.
Steve Harrington on hands and knees, back arched, face flush against the pillow as he pressed his ass harder against Eddie’s face, begging for more friction. Fuck. Not the time. Never the time. He willed his mind to think about gruesome things and to be fair, after what he had been through the day before, it wasn’t that hard.
“All good,” Eddie mumbled as Dustin gave him a stern glance that could match one of a mother telling you to be home before curfew. Christ in a bottle.
As soon as the others left, Eddie slumped against the nearest wall and clutched his Honeycomb cereal. Harrington was pacing around the boathouse and Eddie decided that if he was going to do that all day he would risk having an actual murder to his name. The more he looked at him, the more agitated he became. Since when was Steve Harrington so calm and collected? Is that what graduating high school did to you? You just forget everything that happened and grab a whole new personality from the ‘New Year New You’ shelf at Family Dollar? It was infuriating to watch. His mouth was running away from him with a question before he could stop himself.
“So what made King Steve decide to stay behind with the freak, then?” he wanted to know. Harrington turned around with an expression that Eddie couldn’t decipher and sighed.
“Can we drop the hostility act, please?” Harrington sounded tired. If he was so tired, maybe he shouldn’t have stayed behind.
“Not an act. I asked you something.”
“I stayed because I wanted to. I know you’re scared and--”
“Oh piss off,” Eddie interrupted with a groan. Harrington moved closer to Eddie and for a moment it looked like he was going to sit near him, but he opted on the other wall instead, diagonally across from him. Propped his knee up to casually rest his arm upon so he could gesture and stuff.
“Listen, Munson. I know you hate my guts but I’m not leaving. So you can try being a pain in the ass but it’s not gonna work.”
Eddie grunted and got up and he hated how Harrington flinched as he passed him, hand already reaching blindly for something to defend himself with. He gave him a look and grabbed a can of gatorade from the boat before sitting back down. Harrington visibly relaxed and Eddie couldn’t stop himself from grabbing a handful of honeycombs and throwing them his way. When Harrington raised his brow at him, he vaguely wondered whether it had to do with his horrible aim or the simple fact that he had thrown something at him.
“You can relax, Harrington. That’s the worst you’re gonna get. No broken bottles or whatever,” Eddie mumbled. “Been there, done that.” He ignored the flutter in his chest when Harrington smiled softly. Dickhead. What the fuck was there to smile about?
“You have quick reflexes.”
“You don’t,” Eddie lied. If Harrington had wanted to overpower him earlier, Eddie was sure he could have. Instead, he had immediately surrendered.
“I had no intention of scaring you even more,” Harrington shrugged, unphased by the insult. Old Harrington would have been pissed.
“Can you stop saying I’m scared? I’m not fucking scared,” Eddie huffed, annoyance rising in his chest. He wasn’t made from goddamn porcelain for fuck’s sake.
“It’d be normal though, you know. If you were,” the other boy offered gently.
“Yeah? Well. I’m not very normal am I?” Eddie grunted back. Harrington gave him a look and sighed, resigning to his protesting.
“I just mean that it’s… okay to be scared. I know I was, when I first encountered something from the Upside Down.”
Eddie refused to respond, as curious as he was to learn more about this other world, it simultaneously freaked him out too much to deal with it right now. Besides, he didn’t want to hear St— Harrington’s smooth voice all the time.
Time passed slowly yet fast, as Eddie let himself sink into deep thoughts of what could possibly be on Harrington’s mind right now. Their eyes occasionally met and Eddie was always the first to look away. Except for one time, when Steve had licked his lips and his eyes had followed the movement and Steve quickly turned his head. Figures.
Once the silence had stretched on for so long that Eddie started to get painfully aware of the amount of times he yawned, sighed and stretched his limbs, he spontaneously decided it was time to break it.
“I don’t hate your guts, by the way.”
Steve’s POV
Steve’s heart jumped a little when he heard Eddie’s voice out of nowhere. He had been close to dozing off, bored out of his mind and worried that he had said the wrong thing.
I don’t hate your guts, by the way.
While it should have given him some relief, the tone in which he said it had felt off and he wasn’t sure how to take that. He wanted to be… happy about it, but it just didn’t feel right.
“You don’t?” he asked, his voice groggy from not talking and lack of fluids in his system. He hadn’t dared to ask Eddie for anything of his stock and his decision to stay had been too spontaneous to think about resources.
“No.”
“Why… not?” Steve found himself asking. Eddie had enough reason to hate him. He had presented “reasons to hate me” on a silver platter not once, but twice.
“Do I look like the type of guy who is gonna waste his energy towards someone like you? A guy I’ll never have to see again once I skip town? If they don’t arrest me first for a murder I didn’t commit, that is.”
Eddie’s humorless chuckle still echoed in his mind as a dreadful feeling sank down Steve’s stomach. It twisted and turned and he wished he could get rid of it instantly. He wished Eddie didn’t have that effect on him. He didn’t even know why Eddie had that effect on him.
“You’re gonna leave Hawkins? Where to?”
Eddie shrugged.
“Dunno yet. Far away from everyone.”
“Sounds… fun.”
“Yeah, gotta love feeling so ostracized that moving to a place that isn’t home sounds appealing.”
Steve hesitated at first, feeling stupid for wanting to ask but he had to. He couldn’t help but feel like Eddie didn’t mean any of what he said earlier and he hated it. Steve hated being disliked, although he hated it more when it came to certain people. People like Eddie.
“Did you mean it?” Steve asked. He caught Eddie’s gaze who immediately turned away again and moved to lay down on the floor, legs still bent at the knees facing upwards.
“Did I mean what?”
“That you don’t hate me.”
“Yes, Harrington. Don’t tell me this shit’s been keeping you up at night,” Eddie mumbled. He grabbed a handful of honeycombs and tried to throw them into the air and catch them without moving his head. He sucked at it. Terrible aim. His hands were nice though. Especially with those rings— Stop it.
“No. It hasn’t… I was just thinking of, uhm. What I asked of you, back then,” he managed to force out of his mouth in favor of wherever his thoughts were about to lead him. Eddie chuckled humorlessly and softly swore when he failed once more at catching a honeycomb with his mouth. A sigh escaped his lips, and then:
“I’m still not gonna kiss you Harrington.”
Steve felt his face heat up, embarrassed to think back on that day where he had asked Eddie to kiss him. It was stupid. The worst idea ever. Still, he found himself wondering what would have happened if Eddie had just said yes.
“N-No! I know that, trust me. I know,” he said with a dry laugh that sounded way too forced. Super casual, Steve. “I wasn’t gonna ask.”
“Cool, ‘cause I don’t think I could reject you twice.” His hand moving to grab another handful of honeycombs stilled. “I mean— like, it would be too awkward. Not that I wouldn’t reject you a uh, second time,” Eddie added quickly. “I would.”
Steve nearly scoffed. Way to twist the knife, take it out, stick it back in and give it another twirl with a flick of the wrist.
“What a relief,” he mumbled dryly. Eddie was silent for a moment, sat back up with his back facing Steve and reached for his can of Gatorade. He should really ask him for a can. Or even a sip or something.
“So… did you find your answers then?”
“Uh. I guess. Turns out I’m bi. Didn’t know that was a thing until someone told me.”
“Robin?”
“Why’d you say that?” Steve wanted to know. He felt a protectiveness for Robin fall over him and was ready to defend her, fight for her, whatever, when Eddie's response convinced him that he wouldn’t be a problem.
“Just a hunch,” he shrugged. “Anyway, me too.”
“Figured as much,” Steve shrugged casually, as if it hadn’t been Robin who had convinced him that no straight guy would go in for a kiss like that with another guy like Eddie had. As had Steve. It had been an eye opener for him, that conversation.
“What, the kiss wasn’t straight enough for you?” Eddie asked sarcastically and Steve couldn’t help but smile softly.
“I mean, it never could have been, seeing as I’m not straight either,” he shrugged.
“Mhm mhm. Bet the closeted jocks were thrilled that pretty boy was one of them,” Eddie mumbled and Steve wondered if he was imagining a slight bitterness to his tone. He also wondered if Eddie would be able to see the pink flush on his cheeks right now.
“Wouldn’t know. Haven’t kissed a guy since. Rob is the only one who knows I’m bi. And, now you too. I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Sure, cool,” Eddie shrugged, laying back down again and closing his eyes.
“I mean it, Munson. I’m telling you this in confidence. If you—”
Eddie cut him off with a smile dripping with sarcasm.
“Shit, you saw a satanic drug dealer wanted for murder and you thought huh, I’m gonna trust that guy with my dirty little secret. That seemed like a good idea to you?”
Steve said nothing. His brain was caught up in the fact that he had just told Eddie that he was bi, and that he had only kissed him and that it basically meant a whole lot to him in the things that were left unsaid. And Eddie couldn’t care less. Wasn’t even phased. He couldn’t have expected anything else. It made sense.
“Thought so,” Eddie interrupted his thoughts. Before he could gather words to form a response, Eddie had already turned away from him, face hidden by his arm that he held over his head.
So much for trying to… fix things. Shit.
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Comfortember Day 16 - Coffee/Tea Break
Watts brought out the new tin he found at the little Chinese store he went to the previous day. It was a calm day in the Station House, and all of his paperwork was done. It was. He did it this time. No new cases, however, and he at least had to stay until early afternoon before heading home to a delightful book waiting for him. So, he decided on trying his new acquisition.
His little teapot, enough for two servings, was brought out and he made sure that he didn’t leave old tea leaves to molder. Good, he emptied it this time. He put in a decent amount of this type and went to the small stove to heat up water.
“What is your find this time?” a voice asked. He quickly peeked to see Murdoch coming up behind him. The man had been having the same problems with no cases and complete paperwork. Although his inventing had gone up with the break from police work. To the annoyance of Inspector Brackenreid.
“Tightly rolled green tea leaves. I watched them blossom the last time I received dim sum,” he said. “I enjoyed it even as it cooled. There’s a mixture that they also served, but the second herb irritated my throat.” The older man raised an eyebrow in interest. He opened the tin and showed the leaves. With the water boiled for the right amount of minutes, he allowed it to cool for five. Then, he poured it over them. The two enjoyed seeing the leaves expand in the heated water.
“What was served with this tea?” Murdoch inquired. Watts, from previous knowledge, knew that the man wanted to try a sip of the tea. He also was now more willing to try new foods and items if his wife or someone else he trusted gave him recommendations. The fact that Llewellyn was someone he trusted held a closely guarded wave of warmth within his heart.
He had heard about Eva Pierce. When he had poured out the wine for him to taste test, he had no idea that it had been a major step for Murdoch to trust him as such. Perhaps, as he had been also tasting things alongside him.
Watts tried to have no desire to overthink it.
Carefully carrying things, he sat across from Murdoch, pouring out the tea into two separate cups. “My savory selection was a smoked fish and vegetables mixed with cream cheese of all things placed in a dumpling before being pan-fried. My sweet was fruit mixed with cream cheese.”
That sounded different. “Cream cheese and fish?” Murdoch questioned, raising his cup, “How peculiar. Could you tell the type?” The first sip was a little too hot still, but he did taste a deepness that he normally connected to black teas.
He shook his head. “No distinct flavor. It did work incredibly well. The texture of the fish was wound into the cream cheese, and there was a bit of bite still left in the vegetables. The fruit was wonderfully sweet.” Watts took a larger drink, wincing as he forgot about the heat. Murdoch watched in slight amusement. “I don’t know the name of the type of filling, but it would be something I would enjoy again. Possibly with a light wine instead of the tea.”
The older man did not roll his eyes. “A larger selection of items and a larger pot of tea would be good as a dinner party,” he mentioned. Watts perked up. He did enjoy the Murdoch-Ogden parties. The two kept sipping at the tea. Watts eyed the new invention and was planning on poking it a fair bit, making Murdoch explain its function and how breakable it was.
Instead, George walked in, ready for action. “Oh, sirs, it’s perfect that the two of you are together.”
“What have you, George?” Murdoch inquired.
“A triple murder,” he informed, “In the middle of the political office of Samuel Danvers.”
The two men looked at each other. Both had reasoning to not want to deal with political problems at the current point in time. They both finished their tea and followed George out.
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