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hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!

It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!

This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both

(f/l) = first letter of your name

(N/n) = nickname

(f/f) = Favourite flowers

Eggpire does not exist

ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.

TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing

Part one

Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2

Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubbo’s husband???

He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! That’s not even exaggerating, he would’ve and had you live with him! Although he wouldn’t let you know he did it.

Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.

You quickly got up and stood in Tommy’s sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didn’t look happy.

Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.

“So... You weren’t trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,” Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.

“I guess neither of you are loyal...” Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, “Ow! Bloody hell, mate! I’m just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!”

“It’s platonic!” Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranboo’s voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubbo’s annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, “I’m-I’m not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...” He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, “I... Should go...”

“Hold up.” You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, “I know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,” You pointed to Tommy, “Is here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?” Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.

His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, “Am I not allowed to visit?” There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. “Tommy invited me to L’Manberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.”

You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranboo’s memory book, “Oh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? We’d be able to get a lot more ores than before!” You smiled, pretending that your two friends didn’t kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.

“With Tubbo and Ranboo?” Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, “But (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! It’s our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...”

“I- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I can’t go. Sorry, (Y/n)...” Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.

“I’d love to go!” Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, “Let me just get my stuff from my enderchest.” He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didn’t mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.

Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.

The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.

They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.

While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.

Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.

The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.

Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didn’t have to carry it.

When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.

So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.

“Ooh!” Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, “There’s a ravine over here! Let’s eat by the light of the lava so we don’t waste all our torches!”

“Finally! I’m starving!” Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, “What do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?”

You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, “I have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, y’know, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?” Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.

“Little bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?” He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.

Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didn’t feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

Tubbo’s mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didn’t like.

Tommy’s violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasn’t in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didn’t really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didn’t want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.

But, this couldn’t go on forever. You couldn’t just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. It’s not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.

Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.

A creeper.

A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. “Get up you dumbass! Are you tryin’ to die?!” The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.

Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.

Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.

There wasn’t much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine.

And you as well.

“(Y/n)!!!” Tubbo’s voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.

Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.

Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.

Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.

Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, “F-fuck... We’re gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...” He sniffled, trying to act like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didn’t seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down.

Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)

Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came

If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,

Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.

Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommy’s house, which was the closest to the mine.

It wasn’t a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..

It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.

Let’s just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)

One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that weren’t behind the shield when the explosion went off.

Tommy Route - Mellohi

Because your home still being near L’Manberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.

While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.

If you weren’t, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.

If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t just stop breathing out of nowhere.

To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.

He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.

If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,

If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldn’t work on him.

In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days

For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasn’t able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.

When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.

The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.

When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.

In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then he’d start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.

He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.

That’s a lie.

He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.

If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didn’t have it.

The fact that you’re spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.

But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to L’Manberg. Or at least what’s left of it.

This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but you’re much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.

He would be glad to.

Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!

When you’re all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.

You’re much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.

Even about his exile...

Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.

Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.

Hell sometimes if he’s really paranoid, he’ll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs don’t bang on your door or ruin anything.

He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didn’t spawn in.

Sure he’ll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldn’t be too painful for you before saying them aloud.

Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but it’s pretty much worthless at this point.

He’s lost.

He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.

Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, he’s heartbroken at this point and can’t do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldn’t take Tommy’s last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!

Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)

One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.

He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.

“Tommy?” You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!

He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, “You... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?” He murmured to himself, “Ah fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).”

You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, “I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.” With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.

“Sh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?” He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.

“I suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.” You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?”

Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didn’t have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, “It’s a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or I’ll kick your ass.” He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.

He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.

Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, “You like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isn’t even the best part!” He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.

The walk wasn’t very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! “Oh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...”

“Innit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you don’t like it. Then it was Puffy’s idea.” He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.

“I love it! This is so beautiful!” You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, “Come on, oh! There’s a jukebox!” You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.

The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.

Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.

The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.

Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...

Tubbo Route - Don’t Let Me Fall

Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)

Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.

This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.

Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.

The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didn’t feel alone.

Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didn’t want him getting close to you too?

It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.

On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.

If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. There’s a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure you’re breathing still, but that’s only if he’s really scared and paranoid.

Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you.

Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didn’t even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so that’s why you didn’t remember correctly.

At first, you didn’t believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadn’t pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.

After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.

The goat hybrid actually didn’t want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasn’t going to tell you.

But Ranboo was the one who told you.

This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.

Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.

He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.

One time, he didn’t expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t lose your balance. At least that’s what he told you.

Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.

Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didn’t notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friend’s eyes.

Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.

When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.

It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.

He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.

After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didn’t want to add platonic at the beginning.

He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.

When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.

You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.

He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.

He’s just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isn’t around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,

He’s lost.

He hurt you, and Ranboo couldn’t help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.

This does cause Wilbur’s younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.

Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the L’Manberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,

One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.

He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.

How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?

“How are you so... Full of energy?” You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, “Finally! Let’s go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.”

You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, “Oh it must’ve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?”

“Over here!” He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, “Come on!”

Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, “Tubbo! Did you build this?”

“I did! I also spent last night building it too!” He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, “But this isn’t even the best part! Check over here!” The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.

“Ice skates?” You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, “But I can’t skate...”/”How did you even know I could skate?”

Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, “I’ll show you how! Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall!”/”You briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!” He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didn’t know how to lace them up.)

Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“See?” He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. “You (still) got it!”

You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.

Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. “You caught me...”

“I would never let you fall...”

There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.

Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...

Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm

Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubbo’s mansion and Tommy’s house.

In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.

It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.

This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.

Now you weren’t out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you weren’t asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!

There were a few times when either of the boys’ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.

While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.

On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isn’t allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if you’re wondering.

On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.

If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesn’t like others being around you, he’s beginning to accept Tubbo’s care towards you but he’s still wary about his father and Tubbo’s husband.

Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)

On Phil’s latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.

Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didn’t want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.

If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.

Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didn’t want to take any risks.

Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.

Because of this, they don’t want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.

When you’re out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints.

If someone even looks at you wrong, they’ll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.

If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.

When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!

You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.

Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.

Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?

Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.

Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.

After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.

Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.

One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.

They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!

This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.

"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.

"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"

Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"

"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)

The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.

"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.

You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.

The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.

Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.

Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.

While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."

You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.

Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.

You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.

The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.

After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.

Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...

Neither Route - Left the Game

Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)

Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.

You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.

Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.

During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.

You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.

Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.

Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.

They ran out immediately.

Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.

Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.

Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.

Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.

Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.

It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.

Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.

Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!

Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.

(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)

Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.

"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."

"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."

When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."

"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"

"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.

You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"

Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.

Ranboo Beloved left the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.

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Serve at First Sight (Kageyama Tobio x F!Reader)

"I bet I can..." Hinata mumbled and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Hah?" Kageyama glared back. "What did you just say?"

"I'm not good at setting. BUT I BET I CAN HIT THE LONGEST AND FASTEST SERVE!"

"IS THAT A CHALLENGE?"

"YOU WANNA GO NOW?"

"Uh... Kageyama, Hinata, Stop messing around or else you'll get an earful from Daichi-san." Yamaguchi tries to mediate the situation. The last time the idiotic duo did something stupid, all the first years had to run extra laps. And he was not up for that today.

"No use talking to idiots Yamaguchi." Tsukki sneered. "They have an IQ capacity of a teaspoon."

Hinata stood at the line of the court, deciding to go first. Throwing the ball into the air, he jumped as high as he could. As if he were a crow that leaped into the sky. His ball managed to land a good one meter away from line of the opposite side. A loud bang resonating the court and he beamed smugly at his tall opponent. Kageyama had a ball ready in hands as he took Hinata's place. Itching to outperformed the record set by the orange-head. Closing his eyes, he briefly replayed Oikawa's diabolical jump serve from their previous practice match. He knew he was a hundred years too early to be able to do that. Doesn't mean he won't try his luck though.

With a deep exhale, he took flight. Blocking out all sounds surrounding him, save that of his squeaking shoes and the volleyball as he slapped it forward. The stinging sensation felt on his hand causing him to grin. Not quite like Oikawa's, but still powerful. This is it, it will definitely plunge further than Hinata's. And it did. The ball flew pass that one meter mark. And hit a person. Kageyama's eyes blinked twice before the situation finally seeped through his thick skull. He had hit someone's head! Suddenly he could hear his surroundings again. Hinata panicked scream. Yamaguchi running towards the unfortunate human being who fell to the ground. Tsukki trying not to laugh at this slapstick comedy.

Kageyama sprinted towards the person. A hundred thoughts running through his mind. Is the person alright? Is he going to get in trouble with Daichi for this? Where are the third years anyway? Most importantly, when was that person there? How is it he did not notice them? What were they doing there in the first place? Surely no one would actually collapsed from that hit, right? He stood behind Yamaguchi who was trying to communicate with the seemingly unconscious person. And that was when Kageyama noticed, the person was a girl. A petite girl. He kneeled beside Yamaguchi. She seemed to be a little pale.

"Hello?" Yamaguchi tapping her shoulder. "Excuse me, can you hear me?"

No reply.

"KAGEYAMA KILLED SOMEONE!" Hinata hollered.

"What are you going to do now Kageyama?" Despite knowing that she only passed out, Tsukki decided to humour Hinata.

"I'll take her to the nurse's office." Immediately he carried her and jogged out of the court. Hoping not to run into anyone. Especially Daichi.

He couldn't help but glance at her face every three seconds. Wondering if she will wake up midway. But she didn't and that worried him more. If it weren't for her soft faint breaths he would have thought that he actually committed manslaughter with his jump serve. Besides, she has such a small frame. He was afraid if he really did break her. Kageyama held her closer to his body. Noticing how she fit snugly in his arms. And when looked closely, she's actually really cute. A blush spread quickly all over his face. What was he thinking? He doesn't even know her.

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(Y/n) blinked slowly. Feeling slightly dazed.

She woke up late today, all because of that stupid extra Japanese literature homework that had to be submitted during first period. And because she woke up late, she skipped breakfast. She wanted to get something during lunch, but had to drop by the school library to return some books that were due today. Well what do you know, apparently everyone needed to return their books today. If she had known she would've asked her friends to at least get her melon bread. She had about 10 minutes left before lunch ended, but she ran into her senior and was reminded to submit the club activities report today.

It was so hard to focus on classes for the rest of the afternoon. She drank lots of water in hopes to delay the impending dizziness. It was somewhat working. She only needed to wait until clubs and activities time. She'll get a sugary drink from the vending machine, then tell the club leader that she's going to head home early. But karma really had to be a bitch today. Her wallet was not in her bag. (Y/n) dreaded the fact that she might have dropped it somewhere. Searching for her wallet with this now nasty migraine is really going to be such a pain. That is until she suddenly remembered she left it in her drawer at home. She had forgotten about it amidst the rush.

(Y/n) crouched in front of the vending machine. What are the gods playing at exactly. Is it really so hard to get a single bite? Is this karma for denying Mr. Snuggles his treat last week? Well it was not her fault that he knocked over her pudding off the table! She was on the verge of tears when she heard the sound of volleyballs. Oh right, the vending machine was sort of close to the volleyball court... Didn't Yachi say she was recently the co-manager for Karasuno's volleyball club along with that beautiful senior Kiyoko. There is hope. She only needed a little money to get that small carton of drink.

She stood up quickly and regretted it. God, this migraine is killing her. With every ounce of determination she had left, she dragged her feet towards the court. Swaying a little every now and then. The sounds were getting louder, The ball hitting the court, shoes squeaking and people yelling? This is a good thing, it meant that she was getting closer. This is also a bad thing, because it's splitting her skull. Everything around her blurred as she entered the hall. Shit, where is Yachi? She took a few more steps before she felt a hard impact on her head. Dear lord that hurts like hell. And she lost all control of her body before everything went black.

"Oi." a gruff voice distracted her thoughts.

She sat up immediately. Hitting her head on the bed post in the process. She has realized by now that she must have passed out and someone from the volleyball club took her to the nurses office. It must have been this boy sitting beside her. But that still didn't mean she wouldn't be caught off guard. She has always been somewhat intimidated by the male species. Especially those tall towering ones that had to bend a little to talk to her. It's one of the unfortunate things one has to endure being 4'10 and having a small frame. People often joked that she could fit in a suitcase. Though seeing her other shorter friends did brought her pleasure, it still doesn't change the fact that a lot of people around her were giants.

"Idiot."

"Excuse me?" she glared. What's the big idea calling her an idiot out of nowhere. He was the one who surprised her. Sitting on a stool at her bedside, ain't that too close for a stranger, sir? Who is he again? The volleyball club is pretty popular here in Karasuno after they managed to get into the finals of Inter high recently. It was unfortunate that they lost to Aoba Johsai, but everyone acknowledged what a monster the school was. Yachi said everyone felt down but it didn't dampened their spirit, for their next chance will be the Spring Tournament.

"S-sorry." the guy replied.

Dark eyes darting away from her face. She could make out an intimidating look on his face. Eyebrows furrowing sternly. Lips set on a grim line. Yet his cheeks flushed. Or was it because of the orange hue from the setting sun (she couldn't really tell), which also made his black hair glow. It dawned upon (y/n) that if he could just smooth away his frown, he would be handsome (she thinks). And if only he weren't being gruffy. Wait a minute. Tall volleyball player, black hair, intimidating frowning face but yet somehow still good looking?

"I'm Kageyama Tobio-"

"I know."

Silence... Well that was awkward.

She cleared her throat. "I'm (L/n) (Y/n). From Class 5. Um, Yachi's friend."

"Oh." Shoot. He didn't know she was Yachi's friend. What will the manager say about this. "I'm sorry. That my jump serve knocked you out."

"No no no! I was actually a little hypoglycemic. So your uh, jump serve was just the final nail in the coffin." Damn, she knew that getting hit by any ball was going to hurt. But the ball just now, it felt like it could tear her head off. Or maybe that's just an exaggeration of being starved the whole day. She realized his expression went from frowning to horrifying. "N-not that it will literally be the final nail to my coffin! It was just an expression. Maybe not a good one. Sorry I'm just bad with words when it comes to strangers. I mean not that you're an absolute stranger. It's just that- I'm sorry, I'm blabbering too much."

"Not at all!" he yelled. Ah, he got too animated. He didn't understand why. But he just thought everything about this girl is cute. From her petite stature that makes him want to shield her from the wind. To her way of talking that showed just how shy and awkward she was as how it is with him. Trying to reassure him that it was fine. He couldn't understand this sudden grip in his heart and the tingling sensation at his fingertips. Though maybe it was because he hasn't touch the volleyball for a few hours now.

Another awkward silence ensues.

"Anyways," (Y/n) was still a bit shy. She was after all talking to one of the most popular boys at school. But seeing as how he is now, she thought she could loosen up her guard a bit. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"You wear glasses?"

They rushed back together to the volleyball court. Yachi attacked her with a hug as she lamented about the news she heard from her fellow peers. Daichi scolding him to be careful next time whilst Tanaka giving him his infamous gangster glare. Hinata coming forward with his head down as he presented (Y/n)'s broken glasses. He accidently stepped on them when he was panicking, though he only realised it when she was sent to the nurse's office. Her glasses must have fallen off her head when she got hit. That hard huh. Really God, you want to test her that much today. Fine, she'll apologize to Mr. Snuggles when she gets home.

Unbeknownst to her, Kageyama felt even worse than earlier. His ball caused her to knocked out, and now it even knocked off the glasses from her head and broke it. Stuttering on his words, he apologized again. Hands balled into a tight fist. He just felt so bad. Suga noticed how dejected he sounded. But he also noticed how pink his ears were. Oh? Well even if it wasn't what he thought, there was no harm in... light teasing. Besides, they'd looked adorable together, no?

"If you really feel guilty. Then you should walk her home today." slinging his arm over Kageyama's shoulder, Suga tried to keep a neutral expression. Well there was a slight smirk, but he tried. "What if she falls down on her way home? Or run into a pole?"

"I am short-sighted Sugawara-senpai. Not blind." (Y/n) said through gritted teeth. Really these eyesight jokes should be old by now. "Besides, I will need to stop by the optic shop to have new ones made."

"All the more for him to accompany you. It will get dark soon. Might be dangerous to be walking alone with such bad eyesight."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to burden-"

"Let's go." Kageyama interrupted. And when she declined again, he argued back. "Stop being a stubborn idiot. You still haven't eaten, you can't see well and you're so light that people can just easily carry you away."

Did he just called her an idiot for the second time in the short the period they have known each other. How rude! Not that his points were invalid. He was right. But boy does this person lack delicacy. In the end, she agreed to let him accompany her. He bought two cartons of milk from the vending machine. One for each of them, and they set off on their merry way.

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"No- Okay. Once again. Osmosis only works with solvents. Simple diffusion, both solvents and solutes. So in osmosis, solvents will move from low solute concentration-" (Y/n) stopped explaining when she noticed how Kageyama's brows were almost touching. His lips formed a small pout. "You know what, we have been revising for more than an hour. Let's take 5. Then continue for another hour. It's getting late and although my mum likes you, my dad wouldn't like you being in my room for too long."

Ever since that day where he sent her home, she began hanging out more with Yachi and the volleyball club. Not that she never hung out with her close friend, it's just that (y/n) felt out of place when she mingles with unfamiliar crowds. But now that every member knew her as the girl who got hit by Kageyama's jump serve, that became the basis of her acquaintanceship with the club and she got to hang out with Yachi more. And before she realized it, Kageyama has just been around her circle. Always there. Heck he has been walking her home more often now that even her mother likes him. Then they became just friends. Or she hoped it stayed that way, because she noticed her emotions began crossing unknown territories.

(Y/n) has come to learn a few things about Kageyama Tobio over the course of their friendship. One, he is an obsessed volleyball freak. A prodigy people say. But what (Y/n) sees is a person consumed by passion for the things he loves. And that isn't necessarily bad. Two, he can be quite childish. He fails to control his frustration which later comes off the wrong way whenever he expresses them. But really he means no harm, because when he is happy, he expresses them genuinely. And three, he is quite sensitive. He may want to show that he didn't care, but he actually takes things to heart. He may feel down about a comment, but he will learn to improve from it.

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"For having to teach an idiot like me."

"Oh stop it. Everyone is good and bad at something. We can't all be the perfect prodigy. That's just how things are. You may be bad at studying, but with your volleyball skills I bet you can represent Japan one day." noticing his eyes lit up, she continued. "So in order for you to attend your camp. Let's just try our best okay?"

Kageyama nodded. It was a little embarrassing to have her comforting him like this. But at the same time it brings him immense joy. When he first met her, he would get flutters looking at her cute appearance. Now, he just feels all warm and fuzzy whenever she talks to him. He liked that she didn't judge him or anyone she's ever met. She would scold him sometimes, but at the same time explained her reasoning. And he really appreciated that, how patient she was with him. It does make him guilty, but at the same time he wants to start behaving better. Is this what Suga meant when he said he has a crush on (Y/n)? Kageyama doesn't really know. He will need time to analyze everything.

"(L/n), do you have time during our Spring Tournament?" he tried looking anywhere else but her face.

"You want me to cheer on the club? Sure thing."

"Yes." Hearing her reply made him smile. With a steady gaze he stared straight into her eyes. "Watch me play, (y/n). I'll show you a really strong serve."

(Y/n) could only smile back as she felt butterflies in her stomach. "Then we better get back to studying."

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

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Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

***

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scpeen-l0l · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if your could do a scp-035 x scientist!reader fix where the they’re in the middle an interview, and a containment breach suddenly happens

ahhh, i’m not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind. but anyways, thank you so much for requesting!! you’re the first on this blog and while writing this i got another! man i’m so happy ahah

(i forgot to tag this when it was first posted lol)

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1.5k words

‘easy prey’

You’ve always had mixed feelings on 035. Since the very first day you were assigned to them, you felt their infamous ‘lure’ that they were known to have. Despite that, you liked to think of yourself as resilient, so you were able to just bury yourself in work and deny any sort of weird attraction you had to the mask. Of course, 035 had picked up on the behavior that they had seen countless times in the past, much to your dismay.

Your supervisor told you that you would be interviewing 035 with the routine set of questions in a few days’ time. When you queried as politely as possible to why you were assigned to interview them this time over the usual interviewer, your supervisor handed you a page of the transcript of their most recent interview, with a section highlighted in yellow.

//PAGE 2//

08/08/██

SCP#: SCP-035

Class: Keter

Interviewer: Warren, [REDACTED] (Sr. Researcher)

SCP-035: Mhm… Hey, what are the odds of that new researcher coming into my cell anytime soon?

[Dr. Warren pauses for a moment, before looking at their host’s hands.]

Warren: Which one? Dr. L/n or Dr. Ahmad?

SCP-035: The younger one. Yes, I’d like to have a chat.

Warren: Why?

[SCP-035 throws its head back before resting its chin on its intertwined hands.]

SCP-035: Since when have you started recruiting people that young? I simply want to ask them about it.

Warren: Stop it, 035. Be more specific.

[SCP-035 lets out an exaggerated sigh]

SCP-035: Why can’t a mask just have a regular talk with a researcher? All I want is a friendly chat! Besides, you’d get some free time whilst we’re busy…

Warren: If we do allow you to converse, you will only be allowed 30 minutes maximum with routine questions.

[SCP-035 laughs]

SCP-035: That’d be grand. Well, what’s on your mind today?

Your heart was beating out of your chest, fear coursing through your body. Your supervisor coughed to get your attention, to which you could only nod your head slowly to, it wasn’t like you really had a choice. Still, what did it want from you?

You didn’t get much sleep that night, to say the least.

When the fabled day finally arrived, you were an absolute wreck. All of your confidence flew out the window and left you with sweaty palms and a looming feeling of dread. The walk to the mask’s cell was long and unnerving, the adrenaline was putting you on edge. You weren’t usually like this, but your fears got the best of you. What if they convinced you to wear them? What then? Regardless, you’d be dead either way. You cursed yourself for being a nervous wreck at the worst time, so you headed to the closest empty room you could find.

You found yourself in a break room after a few minutes of searching, the missioning around the facility already clearing out your mind. You rubbed your temples, psyching yourself up. If you did eventually become a host for the mask, you sure as hell weren’t going to make it easy. With a small pep in your step, you finally approached the area containing 035.

Warren was talking with your supervisor, just about to leave when he saw you walk in. A forced smile made its way to his face as he approached you.

“Pleasure formally meeting you, L/n.”

“Same here. Do you have a spare copy- “

Warren handed you a file, “here, make sure to stay on topic as much as possible. Oh, and the second you feel like putting him on or anything of the sort, press the panic button next to the microphone on the table.”

Him?

You nodded, reassured that you had a sure-fire way to get out. “Thanks. Do I… go in now?”

Warren turned to your supervisor, Dr. Patel, whom only nodded in response. Dry, as always. You sucked in a deep breath before checking your phone for the time, 9am on the dot. A good time to die, you thought, before a guard ushered you into 035’s cell. A male D-Class with 035 on his face looked to you and tilted his head.

You knew you didn’t look the most assertive, or dominant but you were resilient. That’s all you had going into that interview, you told yourself.

Sitting down and laying out the documents inside the file on the table, you looked back at the group of staff behind you. McAllistor, the technician, gave you a comforting smile; Warren was already out the door; Dr. Ahmad looked away awkwardly; Dr. Patel was typing away on his computer and you could see the side of a guard’s visor at the corner of the observation window. Huh, a little understaffed today. Were they the last people you’d ever see? Perhaps. Alas, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it damn well, if it was the last thing you ever did.

//RECORDING STARTED//

L/n: Hello, 035. Ready to start?

SCP-035: Of course.

Ooh, that voice- Did it always sound so… Smooth?

L/n: Well, let’s get through these questions quickly.

SCP-035: Aw, I was hoping to get to know you a little better first.

L/n: Maybe another time. How would you describe your emotions today?

Deflect, deflect.

SCP-035: Admittedly, a little upset that you’re being so stiff with me. I rarely speak to anyone else other than [REDACTED], who’s gone off who-knows-where. Ooh, probably with his assistant- You wanna hear about that?

L/n: Uh, so you feel upset that you can’t speak with me-

Shit. That threw you off.

SCP-035: Indeed, would you help me with that? Pretty please? You look like you need a break, you know. Look at those bags under your eyes!

No, you weren’t going to let him get under your skin that easily.

L/n: Apologies, 035, if my appearance is sub-par— However, I am incredibly committed to my job and I-

SCP-035: Blah, blah. Cut the canned crap. You can speak to me about it, you know, I’m a great listener.

L/n: I will be the one listening today, 035. Now-

SCP-035: You say-

L/n: 035! Stop speaking over me, unless you want this interview to be terminated?

Assertive, dominant.

SCP-035: Ah, of course not. I was out of line, I am sincerely sorry, dear.

L/n: It’s- It’s fine, where were we? Oh, here, I- Um…

Nevermind. How did he manage to make you feel bad? Stupid mask, getting in your head…

L/n: Uh, how would you describe your intentions as of late?

SCP-035: Nothing dangerous, I simply long for the stage, you know? I just miss the atmosphere! The joy! Oh, what I would do to even just watch another showing…

L/n: Thank you for not evading that question, 035. But, ah, I’m sure if you behave you’d get to-

//CONNECTION LOST//

The breach alarms went off, making you jump out of your seat. Looking back to the observation window, you saw all the scientists being escorted out of the room by the guards. You rushed to the door…

Locked.

Slowly turning back to 035, you gave him the dirtiest glare that you could muster.

“Unlock it. Now.”

“You know, I liked the more quiet, sweet, meek version of you-“

You mockingly mimicked his tone, “you know, I don’t give a shit. I’m not putting you on. You’ve already got a host, just leave me alone!”

“Oh, but you’re so intelligent, so innocent… Face it, you’re dead either way. There’s no way you’re making it out alive, I’ll be merciful and make it painless. Wear me, and I’ll ensure that your body gets some good mileage.”

A small part of you was tempted to take his offer, but the rest of you was only willing to admit he was right. What chance did you have without an armed guard? You slouched, fear settling in.

“Come on…”

You felt a weight on your right shoulder. You could see his hand in the corner of your vision, but, it was cold. Long dead. You didn’t want that for yourself.

Aggressively sliding your keycard in the scanner, you bolted out the cell and grabbed the handgun on the desk.

You let out a humourless laugh, “yeah, no. I think I’m fine.”

035 walked out his cell, scoffing as he looked at the gun in your hands, “what’s that gonna do? Is that peashooter gonna scare 106 away, huh? How many bullets are in that thing, if any?”

Biting your lip, you whined, “ahah, um, yeah… Look,” you debated internally whether you should try bargaining with this thing, “I’m not going to put you on, however, I’m willing to… cooperate in order for us to reach our separate goals. I have a level 3 keycard, which I can hand to you once I find the safety shelter. Try anything funny and I’m snapping the keycard in half.”

035 laughed, “ok, maybe I was wrong about tough and cold L/n. Sure, we can work together, but good luck trying to resist me. I can tell you’re already a bit enchanted already!”

You snorted, “yeah, yeah. Suuuuure… Alright, you promise to keep me safe whilst I navigate through the site?”

“I assure you.”

A part of you felt fuzzy. Damn, he was right about you already being charmed by him. Maybe… No, you weren’t going to give in. You’re using him as much as he’s using you. Right?

“Guess I was wrong about you being an easy host.�� He mumbled.

“You what?”

#scp 035 #035 #scp 035 x reader #scp #scp x reader oneshot #scp x reader #anon

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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A World of Our Own Pt.09

Paradise Lost

10/09/2020

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 5,013

Warnings: fluff, depression, anxiety, implied sex

A/N: Hopefully this isn’t too much of a mess. Life got me busy and I didn’t get to put this out when I wanted to. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

“Hello? Yes, how can I help you?” Her voice is still a bit on the nasal side, her hair an ice blonde. Her eyes are emerald green and her lips as red as a ruby.

She doesn’t seem to remember you one bit. It has been ten months and you’d only met her once.

“I’m Y/N? I have a meeting with Mr. Swan?” You muster up all your courage after that initial hesitation, intent on completing your mission.

“Oh, right. The no-show.” She gets up and gestures for you to follow.

Quickly you hurry to catch up, watching the way she swings her hips as she walks, the movement exaggerated by the tight gray pencil skirt she wears.

She’s surprisingly fast on her six-inch heels and you’re dumbfounded by the skill.

Stopping at the end of a long modern hallway with black marble walls, the secretary knocks on the pale wooden office door, waiting a moment for response.

“Come in, Kay.” A surprisingly young male voice speaks.

Kay steps in, stopping with her back against the open door as she leans her weight on the doorknob.

“The no-show is here for you.” Kay says, voice casual and relaxed despite the fact that she’s speaking to A.I.M.’s CEO.

“Oh? Hi!” He greets as you cross into view.

He’s most definitely young. Mid to late twenties. No way he’s older than thirty, with short and carefully styled brown hair, brown eyes, and browned peach skin. His chin is blanketed in rough stubble and two dimples crease his cheeks as he moves towards you with his hand extended.

“Y/N, right?” He asks and you quickly take his hand and shake it.

“Yes.” You agree. “Nice to meet you.”

“That’ll be all, Kay. Can you order my lunch for two o’clock?” He asks, releasing your hand but gesturing the red modern armchair in front of his long glass desk.

“Will do.” Kay agrees and leaves, shutting the door behind her.

Mr. Swan rounds his desk, long and lithe, moving to sit in his chair and takes a moment to breathe in and release it slowly, as if it’s the first time he’s sat down today. When he’s settled, he gives you a smile and places his hands on his lap.

“So, you’ve been out of town for ten months?” He wastes no time getting to his point. “Unfortunately, Y/N, I don’t have a position open for you. We’ve just filled all the open positions in marketing and taken on all the interns we could use.

“If you wanted the job, you should have shown up. You were hired. I can’t save your spot just because you decided to take an extended vacation.”

“I-” Your heart is pounding, your blood boiling. There’s a buzzing in your head because you know you can’t say what you want to. You can’t tell him that you were stranded on an island with Bucky because it’s a secret. Not that he was stranded, but that you were there.

“I’m sorry to waste your time. Really. If you’d like to reapply, we’ll keep your application on file and should a spot open up, we’ll keep you in mind.” Mr. Swan assures you.

“Mr. Swan,” You begin, forcing yourself to give him a smile. Tight and humorless, it’s more a desperate gesture than anything else. “I didn’t extend my vacation, there were problems with my passport and travel visas. I was stuck in an airport for several weeks before they put me up in a hotel until they could figure out what the problem was.

“I-I’m not asking you to give me the same position. I know that I’ve lost the chance for that, but if you could give me a job anywhere in your company, I can research my butt off.” You say rashly. “I’m not an idiot. Research and Development would be a good fit too, or maybe consumer research?”

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, “I don’t have anything for you. Begging for a job won’t get you one.”

“Mr. Swan-”

“Look, I have a lot of work to do. A company to run. And I’ve given you my answer.” Mr. Swan rises, reaching to refasten the button on his suit jacket. “If you don’t mind? I humored you because Pepper gave me a call to hear you out, but I’ll have to be more wary granting favors for friends. If you’ll excuse me?”

You don’t even have the chance to get up before he’s moving around to the door. He opens it up and leaves, disappearing to the right.

A moment later, Kay moves in and stops when she sees you.

“Oh, you’re still here? You should leave before he comes back. He’s an asshole but that was him being nice.” She explains, moving to his desk to drop off a thick yellow notebook.

When she turns, she stops by the end of the desk, looking at you pointedly.

You get up without word, moving out of the office feeling like there’s fire in your veins.

Loading the elevator, you turn and press the ground floor button. The cold air that blows from the ceiling sends a chill down your spine and it’s the push you need to knock you out of your daze.

As the doors shut and Kay takes her seat behind her desk, your rage overflows into one loud exclamation of, “Fuck!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“How long is this gonna take?” Bucky wonders, turning to Sam who sits beside him, relaxed as he lounges in his seat.

Bucky isn’t so unconcerned, sitting straight with one hand on his bouncing leg and the other balled into a fist on the table.

“I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes, do you have somewhere else you need to be?” Fury asks, strutting towards them before stopping at the head of the table.

“Yes.” Bucky says, no fear or regret in his voice. “Y/N had a meeting with the head of A.I.M. today, to see if she could possibly get her job back.”

“Guess the money in her bank isn’t enough incentive to stop working?” Sam guesses.

Bucky shakes his head. “She wants to get back to normal if she can. We both do. But she’s having a harder time than I am. This means a lot to her.”

“Unfortunately for you and Miss Y/L/N, I’m afraid Augustus Swan is a grade A asshole. I don’t think she’s going to come away from that meeting happy.” Fury says, pulling out his own chair to sit.

“Then we need to make this quick.” Bucky nods, leaning both elbows on the table.

“I’ll dictate how long this debriefing will run, Sergeant Barnes. Rush me and I’ll keep you here all night.” Fury threatens.

As Bucky frowns, ready to argue, Sam meets his eyes and as he swings his chair around to face him, he shakes his head to calm him and then swings it back to face Fury.

“What do you wanna know?” Bucky sighs, leaning back once again, defeated by Fury’s iron stare.

“Well, for starters, when did you notice that things weren’t exactly right on that plane?”

~~~~~~~~~~

“You were lucky.” Sam admits, walking beside Bucky at a casual pace despite Bucky’s desire to be with you already. “If that stewardess hadn’t moved you and your Mrs. to the front of the plane, you’d both be dead.”

“Yeah.” Bucky agrees, wringing his hands with anxiety. “Were you able to find him? The stewardess’s husband and son?”

“In Texas. They were in contact with the airline but even the airline didn’t know what happened so, Ross filled in the blanks without actually owning up to the responsibility of it. Blamed it on malfunctioning engines.

“They didn’t take it so well. They’ve been paid off, but that hardly makes up for the years that kid is going to live without his mother.” Sam grieves, feeling for the family.

“I’m glad they at least know.” Bucky admits. “Y/N will be glad to know they’re able to mourn her properly. She won’t be happy but at least her heart will ache a little less.”

“She’s a good woman, Bucky.” Sam reaches over, clapping his partner once on the shoulder. “But she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

Bucky’s mouth turns into a small hesitant smile, shaking his head.

“Like, she’s got you whipped, dude. Whipped!”

As Sam laughs, Bucky follows, relaxing a little and grateful for the levity.

“You say that like it’s bad thing.” Bucky throws at him, but Sam takes his hand back and gestures his denial animatedly.

“No, I never said that. Honestly, anyone who says being whipped is a bad thing obviously never got it right.” Sam shrugs.

“You sound like you know what you’re talking about.” Bucky pretends to be thoughtful. “How’s that possible when you’re single as hell?”

Sam stops walking, fixing Bucky with a glare before he nods, looking betrayed.

“Alright, I see how it is. Don’t forget I owe you a tracking chip, Barnes. I will literally implant one in your ass.” Sam threatens, but Bucky can only laugh as he stops to look back at him.

Sam smiles, and for a moment Bucky can swear he looks almost grateful to have him back. Although he’s opted to take a break, a long one so that he can build a life with you before he goes back to work, he suddenly feels eager to return and really get to know his new partner.

“Will you come over for dinner next week? Once we’ve had a chance to settle in?” Bucky takes a step towards the three-story townhouse, a lovely pale sandstone exterior with dark gray highlights around the windows and teal front door.

You’d chosen the color specifically and though you didn’t explain it, he knows you’d picked it because it reminded you of the waters around the island.

You had loved your morning swims. It’s only natural that you miss the water if not the isolation. And yet, now that you’ve both been back, he sees you timidity as you walk out into the world and it makes his heart ache.

“Depends.” Sam quips, “You cookin’? I don’t wanna get food poisoning.”

Bucky shakes his head, smiling. “No. Y/N will be cooking. She’s got it all planned and the menu all thought up. She’s pretty excited about having you over actually.”

“Then I’ll definitely be there. Tell her I’m looking forward to it and I hope things are okay with A.I.M.” Sam’s well wishes give Bucky a warm feeling in his chest.

His two worlds are one in this moment and he appreciates the generosity that Sam has had welcoming you into their group.

Bucky wants to keep you as far away from the danger as possible but seeing as you’ve already been blown up on a plane because of him, he’s grown accustomed to the idea that he can’t ever keep you one hundred percent safe. He’ll have to take it day by day.

“Thanks, Sam. That means a lot. I’ll tell her. Hey and uh…maybe you should ask Sharon to come? Y’know…”

Sam quirks an eyebrow, his face full of wonder at Bucky’s audacity.

“…as your date?” He finishes, an amused smile overtaking his handsome face as he turns up and takes the steps two at a time.

“That’s not funny, Barnes!”

“It wasn’t supposed to be!” Bucky calls back then wiggles his eyebrows at Sam as he shuts the door.

Eager to find you, he drops his keys on the unpacked boxes by the door, stripping off his coat slowly as his ears listen intently to the sounds of the house.

The inside is simple, a dark gray concrete floor makes up the foyer that then shifts into stunning dark oak hardwood flooring. The windows are large with thin frames made of black steel. Immediately after the foyer to the right is the living room, two bright red sofas—one full and one loveseat—are pushed against the far wall, an unassembled coffee table half pulled from its box. A rolled up decorative rug lays on top of the larger sofa.

An open concept, the dining room follows the first floor with a decently sized dining table lighter than the floors with mid-century dining chairs in pale peach. Two of them are still wrapped in plastic.

On the other side of the dining table, is the black concrete kitchen island with maple cabinets. A black stainless-steel fridge and matching chef grade six burner stove are already hooked up an in use, a small pot of what smells like alfredo sauce burning and emitting the first puffs of black smoke.

Bucky drops his jacket and races for it, pulling the pot away from the flame then shutting it off.

“Shit…” He sighs, taking the pot to the sink then freezing when he sees cold noodles, all mushed and sticky and obviously overcooked thrown in what he can clearly see is a small fit of frustration from you.

He takes a deep breath, exhaling through his nose as he thinks about what he’ll possibly be able to say to make this day better for you. There has to be something that he can do.

As he waters down the sauce and begins to dump it, he makes up his mind.

He cleans the dishes first, then makes for the fridge to see what else you’ve bought to cook.

He finds the chicken that would have been for the pasta you were making and takes that out along with a few tomatoes, sharp cheddar, and beautiful red and yellow peppers.

Dinner is quick work, and though Bucky isn’t sure what he’s making will be very appetizing, he pours his heart and soul into this meal hoping that it’ll heal a bit of the darkness this day has obviously brought.

He sets the table and as he places the down two wine glasses, he suddenly hears a swell of music upstairs.

It’s beautiful, this melody, and it reminds him of a song that he knows he must have heard. There’s a full string orchestra, woodwinds, and a deep bass below. It all sounds beautiful, something he can’t quite put his finger on, but it’s melancholic and he can only imagine the state you’re in.

Deciding to get you down here before he pulls the wine from the fridge, he heads up the stairs.

The second floor has three bedrooms two on the left and the master on the right with a master bath and the second full bath sharing the same wall.

Although the inner walls of the house are made up of insulated and soundproofed drywall, the walls of each room on the outside are exposed sandstone brick, slightly darker than that of the exterior.

Bucky makes his way to the last door on the right, listening for a moment but the music is coming from the third-floor attic space.

Attic is used as a loose term. The space is actually completely open, nothing within it yet save for the large radio system that you brought from your place. The high-tech turntable is plugged into sturdy speakers that almost make it sound as if the orchestra is in the attic with you.

Bucky steps up onto the landing and spots you standing at the far end staring up at the large skylight as the sky grows darker with dusk’s quick approach. You have your arms wrapped around yourself as if you’re cold, the large sweater you’re wrapped in making you look soft and huggable.

You take his breath away, every time he sees you like this. You’ve always been beautiful but seeing you in clean clothing that isn’t torn or saturated in sea salt makes his heart skip a beat. He likes you looking cared for. You’ve gained a healthy amount of weight since you left the hospital and there is nothing sexier than how you look now.

The stretchy tights you wear underneath your sweater hug your curves tight, thick woolen socks on your feet.

If you hear him come in, you don’t show it. Your hands are clasped around the sleeves of your sweater, clinging tightly as you struggle with whatever you’re thinking.

Bucky needs to know what he can do, but he’s afraid to make it worse.

The only thing he can think of is to hold you, so that’s what he does.

He moves up behind you, waiting a moment before he places his hands on your shoulders then traces them down along the length of your arms. The way you have them crossed also brings his arms around your body.

As you melt against him, Bucky exhales the breath he’d been holding, kissing the side of your head as you shut your eyes and sigh.

“One of the things I hadn’t realized I’d missed being stranded on that island was music.” You tell him, voice conversational despite the grief you seem to still be processing.

“Me too.” Bucky admits, listening to the swell of music with new ears.

It gives him goosebumps.

“I guess things didn’t go well at A.I.M.?” Bucky probes gently, his lips pressed against your head as you continue to watch the sky through the skylight.

“I can’t exactly tell them that I was stranded on an island after my plane blew up.” You shrug. “Honestly, the guy was a pretty big jerk but, he’s right. They couldn’t exactly hold my position for me.”

Bucky sighs deeply, hating the disappointment in your voice. “You’ll find something, kitten. I’ll help you look.”

You shake your head. “I think maybe I should just take some time.”

“I think that’s a very good idea.” Bucky admits, his lips once again pressed to your head. He can’t seem to help himself. He wants to kiss you better, but he knows it’ll only do so much.

Both of you are aware just how much you’re struggling to get used to being back home.

You fall into silence, Bucky’s arms content to hold you.

Oh, shit. Dinner.

“I made you something to eat.” Bucky whispers, then drops his arms as you turn to look at him.

“Shit, the sauce!” You exclaim, fear making your eyes dilate.

“It’s okay, kitten. I took care of it.”

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I’m so stupid.” You whimper.

“Hey, baby, it’s okay. Alright? Nothing to worry about.” He pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles before lacing his fingers through yours to pull you from the room. “What do you think we should do with this space?”

He hopes you can’t see through his attempt to distract you.

“I don’t know.” You admit, looking back up at the space as he pull you down the stairs.

Bucky waits as you think, letting you lead the pace of conversation.

“We could just make it a multipurpose room.” You brainstorm. “You’ll need a gym? And I could use a space for reading.”

Bucky smiles, glad you’ve gotten your mind off your lost A.I.M. job, even if it is for a few moments.

“That sounds like a great idea. I’ll have to get you a nice lounge chair and some bookshelves.” Bucky nods eagerly.

As he pulls you through into the dining room, he lets your hand go to pull out your chair.

“This looks so good, babe.” You gasp, eyeing the cheesy chicken on your plate, laden with tomatoes and peppers. “Thank you so much.”

Bucky watches you sit down, your voice breaking as you thank him and then you’re shoving your hands over your face as you sob.

He doesn’t need you to say anything and there’s nothing he can say to make it better. All he can do is drop to his knees and pull you into his arms, holding you tight as you let the stresses of the day spill out.

You bury your face against his neck, clinging to his shirt tight, somehow making Bucky feel more needed here than you ever did on the island.

“I’ve got you, kitten.” He whispers, squeezing you tight. “I’ve got you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“What are you going to do today?” Bucky whispers, eyes still shut.

He gives you a fright, making you jump with his sudden question and you turn to hide your face in your pillow as you laugh lightly.

“Holy fuck, Bucky!” You shout into your pillow and feel him shift beside you, his hand moving across your lower back. His hand over the sheets you’re using to cover yourself.

You turn to look at him, biting your bottom lip with playful anger.

“I’m sorry.” He laughs silently, puffs of air as he blinks slowly, like cat. Telling you he loves you without saying anything. “Serves you right for watching me sleep.”

“You’re so pretty though.” You tell him, reaching out to trace his nose from bridge to tip.

“Me?!” He asks, astonished by the news before he throws himself over you, grabbing your wrist as he goes to pin it up above your head.

Settling his weight on you, he breathes in and out heavily, enjoying the feel of you beneath him. With your wrist in his metal grip and his flesh hand squeezing your hip, you chuckle happily, licking your lips.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“If I’m beautiful, what does that make you?”

“Normal?” You wonder, knowing he’ll refute any disparities you make in your self-assessment. He’s biased. He loves you.

“Perfection.” He whispers, and you shake your head because you knew it had been coming.

“Nobody’s perfect, Bucky.”

“You’re perfect for me.” He clarifies, and leans down to kiss your lips slowly, just a peck.

He holds it, staring into your eyes.

“Perfect with me.” He continues.

You smile, perfectly at peace.

“You never answered my question.” Bucky tells you, throwing himself onto his left side, keeping his right arm around your waist.

“What question?” You wonder, reaching over to stroke his hair.

“What are you gonna do today?”

“Oh.” You sigh. “You’re going in today, finally?”

“Just for the day. Getting acquainted with the new headquarters. No missions yet. But soon.” Bucky nods.

“I’m gonna have to get used to being here without you.” You turn onto your side and scoot in close, pressing your nose right up to the tip of his, shutting your eyes in subdued lamentation.

“I’m gonna have to learn to leave you behind too.” Bucky points out. “I’ve gotten used to having you nearby, kitty cat.”

You laugh. Reaching up to stroke his cheek. “You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“Remember when you woke up on the beach? Right after the plane crashed?” Bucky’s brow puckers, a little crease between his steel and ice eyes.

“I remember you yelling at me to move.”

“I didn’t yell.”

“You might as well have.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Yes you do.”

“Fuck. You’re right, I do.” He chuckles.

“Stop hurting my feelings, Barnes.” You pout.

He laughs, pulling you close again to kiss you.

“Mmm.” He mumbles, “Baby?”

“Yeah?” You pull back, catching your breath and pulling back to look at him.

“Why is it so damn hot in here?”

“I was cold.” You force a smile, too tight, too toothy. A downright look of guilt if ever Bucky saw one. “Too hot?”

“Not yet.” Bucky mutters, crawling over you again, his hands trailing down; one pushes your white long-sleeved shirt up to expose your tummy while his other hand slides down past the waistband of your sleep shorts. “But we can fix that.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky’s exhausted. He didn’t know how much energy it would take to get back into the swing of things.

As he trudges along down the sidewalk, he passes a few people and they kindly look up and smile at him, waving when they recognize him.

His interview after his rescue seems to have changed the mind of most people in the city. He’s no longer the Winter Soldier, but Sergeant Barnes.

“Hi Sergeant Barnes. Nice night?” A lilting voice asks.

He looks up in search of its owner and finds a young brunette walking by him. Dressed in a tight silver cocktail dress with sparkling sequins along the bottom hem of the skirt and a black coat much thinner than she should need in tonight’s cold.

The flirtatious tilt of her head and the sparkle in her eyes leaves him in no doubt of her aim.

“It’ll be much better once I get back home to my girl.” Bucky tells her, turning to walk backwards a few steps as he waves her goodbye.

“Lucky lady.” She tells him, pulling her bag up higher on her shoulder.

“I’m the lucky one. Have a good night, Miss.” Bucky gives her a nod and turns to be on his way.

He’s not sure if it’s wrong that he feels it necessary to mention you whenever a woman pays him this kind of attention. There are plenty who have wished him a good night without the flirting that he carries on conversations with and manages not to bring you up.

It’s almost like he uses you as a shield.

As he reaches the steps of the house, he climbs them quickly and then waits by the door with his hand pressed over his heart.

That girl really made him anxious. He doesn’t like being seen like that. It’s invasive.

When his heart is steadier, he pulls out his keys and lets himself in.

There’s a rush of hot air that chokes him. He coughs, pulling at his collar as he reluctantly shuts the door and its influx of arid air.

He sheds as much of his outer clothes as he can. Blue jacket and the gray sweater beneath it leaving him in a plain red t-shirt.

“What the hell?” He gasps, dropping his outerwear on the floor before locking the door and venturing up the stairs.

The entire first floor is empty. Dark. The smell of whatever you had for lunch still filling the house. Grilled cheese?

“Y/N?” He calls, moving for the bedroom but he finds it empty. “Baby?”

There’s a sudden rush of wind, a flash of lightning from the third-floor stairs, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

It pulls his gaze up and he follows his instinct taking the stairs two at a time.

Since moving in, after spending each day taking care of one room of the house at a time, the attic is no longer empty.

As he reaches the landing, to his left is a small home gym. Each piece picked out by him, a punching bag, mats, weights, treadmill for you if you ever decide to use it. Bucky prefers to run outside.

On the right side of the room, your reading corner. Six shelves at least seven feet tall with a step ladder to reach the higher shelves. There’s a tea table, two comfortable padded chairs, and another deep enough that you could curl into it and sit all day reading without needing to get up.

There’s a reading lamp and a colorful carpet to make the space cozier and on across a small coffee table a lounging sofa for Bucky to lay on when you’re reading and he just wants to be by you.

On the far side of the room, directly under the skylight, he spots you on a platform bed you’d had set up for what Bucky had thought was sky-watching. He can see that he was right.

Your eyes are trained on the sky above, thunder clouds flashing and echoing around the house.

Around the bed you’ve set up what looks like a semi-circle of potted trees. A mixture of four-foot palms and Cycas, all surrounding the head of the bed.

Without a word Bucky makes his way towards you, stripping down to his briefs as he goes. When he reaches the bed, he finds you also in your underwear, sheets tossed aside as you lay with your head against the pillows and your eyes trained on the window.

He crawls in, stopping over you for just a moment to smile down at you and lean down to kiss your lips.

Your hands come up to caress his ears, then up to the back of his head.

“You cut your hair.” You observe, a glint in your eye that tells him you like what you see.

He lays beside you, looking up to see what you see, and he finds a strange sense of calm fall over him.

Placing his hands on his chest, he relaxes and then reaches down to take one of yours.

“So, this is what you’ve been up to with the trees?”

“Something didn’t feel right.” You admit. “I think I found the answer.”

The heat, the sound of thunder, the lightning overhead, and now with the jade leaves of these trees filling his line of sight, bucky can almost see himself back on the island. Back when it was just them and no one in the world could hurt either of you. Where life was much simpler. Wilder. And just a bit quieter.

Even though things have gotten better, this feels like the world of two where your love was born and nurtured.

“This is amazing.” Bucky admires, giving your hand a squeeze. “I think we should get married.”

You turn to look at him, eyes wide.

“Too soon?” He checks, turning to look at you too. “Marry me, kitten.”

Bucky watches you turn onto your side. He mirrors you, wrapping his arm around you.

“Whadya say?” He waits, heart pounding despite his calm exterior.

He feels your hand trail down his side, tracing the side of his thigh before you bring it around to his butt then without warning give his left cheek a nice squeeze.

“Not the left side!” He yelps.

“I will!” You agree, giddy and the happiest Bucky has ever seen you.

Somewhere past the burn of the spot where Sam had pierced him with that implant gun, past the pain and the throbbing, Bucky realizes you’ve just agreed to be his wife.

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The Slip Up. Chapter 7.

Series Summary: After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things finally seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Single mom) Reader

Word Count: 2900+

Warnings: Language, adulting, mentions of sexual past.

A/N: Guy’s writers block has been an actual bitch lately. For some reason this series has been so hard for me to figure out where I want to go at this stage of it. I have a few ideas and end parts made up, but this middle part is like a blank space in my mind... Anyway! I hope you enjoy what little I was able to throw together, and I’m sorry it took so long to get out!!

Chapter 7:

Rori had a soccer game that weekend, and though Y/N planned on just going with Hope and Scott since Doris was in the age group up, she saw it as a great safe place for Bucky to meet her.

They had agreed to not quite tell Rori that he was her father considering they wanted it to be the right time. Y/N more apprehensive of things working out and scared that she would give Rori false hope of a father figure. Bucky just wanted to ease into it and not scare the little girl away. Though in the back of his head he for sure was ready to step up to the plate. But he respected Y/N’s wishes and told her that he would wait until she was ready.

That was the thing about Bucky that Y/N couldn’t quite wrap her head around. He was so relaxed and understanding of it all. Almost too understanding. She wanted to sabotage the whole situation in her head, but every time she thought of a test for Bucky, he would pass it with flying colors.

Asking him to wait to tell Rori the truth, she expected frustration and impatience of the idea. Instead she was surprised with agreeance and a sweet response of, “Whatever you think is best.”

When she told him about how she thought way back when possibly terminating the pregnancy when all this happened, she expected rage and disgust. And once again she was approached with understanding and empathy.

Even still, she was always going to stay on her toes. It was the instinct of being a mother.

“Ok sunshine. First real game today. You excited?” Y/N asked as she pulled Rori’s little jersey over her head.

“Yes! Coach Maximoff said to kick some petunias when I get out there!” she said excitedly jumping up and down once the shirt was on.

“Of course Pietro would say that,” Y/N laughed with a sigh. “Ok, go grab your cleats and bag, and I’ll go get the cooler of snacks for the team.”

“Yes ma’am!” Rori fake saluted, and ran to the living room where all her things were.

“Dork,” Y/N chuckled, standing up and going to the kitchen for the last few things.

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“So what time will he be here?” Hope asked as they walked to the field.

“Said he would be here right when Rori’s game starts. He had an important meeting or something beforehand, but was going to cut it short for her.”

“Wow, cutting off important meetings for a child you just figured out was yours 2 days ago. Color me impressed,” Hope smiled nudging her friend.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she began setting up a seat and pulling up the cooler next to her, Rori already in the field and kicking a ball around with a friend.

“Heads up. Coach is coming your direction,” Hope patted Y/N’s back as she began setting up a seat herself.

“Oh God. I forgot about his flirting-”

“Hello Miss. Y/L/N. You look as radiant as ever, but what’s new?” Pietro Maximoff, the coach of Rori’s team, smirked and sauntered up to the girls.

“Piet, how are you doing?” Y/N smiled politely. She never actually hated the little comments he would make. She usually just laughed them off, and Pietro was kind about it. It was more playful banter than anything to her.

“Always deflecting the compliments. I’m good though. How are you ladies doing this evening?” he smiled crossing his arms across his wide chest.

“As good as ever. Doris is sad she isn’t on your team though,” Hope said plopping down and smiling up at him.

“I know. They always grow up and leave me. Breaks my heart seeing them graduate from the Blue Jay’s to the Hawks. Next thing you know she’ll be in the Eagles,” he pouted.

“Ugh, I’m not ready for that moment. Rori’s got one more year with the Blue Jay’s before she moves on,” Y/N said looking out to the little girl with braided pigtails.

“I’m not ready for that either because that means I won’t be seeing much of you either,” Pietro said with an exaggerated pout.

“That does suck for you, doesn’t it?” Y/N bantered back, getting a laugh out of him.

“Love your spirit Y/N/N,” Piet winked, shooting a finger gun at her.

“Don’t you have kids to coach or something. We have our first game today sir, and if I remember correctly, you told my daughter she was going to kick some petunias,” Y/N said with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

Pietro’s genuine laugh turned to a nervous one as he started stepping backwards. “You’re right. I have to go get the girls in a huddle.”

Watching the man quickly run back to the girls, he blew the whistle bringing them in.

“You know, if you let him. He would a hundred percent ask you on a date,” Hope chuckled, grabbing a water bottle and an apple out of the cooler.

“Exactly why I won’t let him. I don’t need that right now.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just letting you know he definitely has a crush on you.”

“Who has a crush on who?” a voice said from behind.

The two girls turned to see the brunette and blue eyed man. He was earlier than Y/N expected. As he walked up to the two he had a boyish grin littering his face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. Just sounded like some juicy gossip,” he chuckled, hands in his pockets. He had on a pair of jeans and an old band shirt on. He looked extremely casual for having an important meeting beforehand.

“You’re fine!” Y/N laughed with a blush at the conversation he had walked in on. “We were just goofing around.” He smiled in return and nodded his head before looking over at Hope. “Oh, this is Hope. My friend from high school and college that I told you about. Her daughter was-”

“The one you were picking up that day. You said her name was Doris, right?” he reached out his hand to Hope and smiled.

“That would be my munchkin,” Hope smiled back standing and shaking his hand. “You must be Bucky.”

“That’s me.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad you could come watch Rori play today.”

“I am too. I’m glad Y/N let me in on the fun activities,” he smiled a little wider turning to look at Y/N.

“Uh, Hope’s husband will be here later. His name’s Scott. Fair warning he’s kinda a dork,” Y/N chuckled, crossing her arms. All of a sudden nerves overcoming her, like a high school girl on a first date.

“Kinda is an understatement,” Hope laughed sitting back in her seat.

“Well, I’m excited to meet him,” Bucky said, beginning to rock on his heels. Awkward silence filling the air. “So, uh, where’s she at? I’m assuming already on the field?” he said, peering forward and scanning the grass.

“She’s number 11,” Y/N turned trying to find her herself. “Um, there!” she pointed. “Little brown pigtails whipping in the wind.”

They were still warming up some, but for 6 year olds it was mostly just running in circles and kicking a ball. No actual warm up happening.

“Wow,” Bucky said softly to himself. He was squinting some trying to get a better look at her. “She, uh, she looks-”

“A lot like you?” Y/N chuckled.

“I was going to say you,” Bucky said looking back at Y/N with his own grin. “But yeah, she definitely has me in her.”

“She definitely does,” Y/N mumbled to herself when she thought of those bright blue orbs.

A few moments of silence go by as they watch the group of 5-6 year olds running around with no structure on the field for “warm-ups”.

“So, uh, someone has a crush on you?” Bucky said, clearing his throat while looking straight forward. Trying his best to come off nonchalant.

“Crush?” Y/N questioned, before realizing what he meant. “Oh! Ha, Hope thinks Rori’s coach has a crush on me, but he’s just a flirt,” she chuckled.

“Oh, I see,” Bucky smiled softly nodding his head as he put his hand in his pockets again.

Another moment of silence, but this one a little more awkward.

“Uh, so I brought an extra chair for you if you want,” Y/N spoke up.

“Thanks,” he smiled turning to her. “I didn’t even think about grabbing a chair.”

“Sure thing,” she smiled heading back to the set up her and Hope had started. “I always try and keep an extra in the back of the car cause you never know what parent is going to forget.”

They got situated while they waited for the game to start, and to say it was kinda awkward was putting it lightly. Y/N didn’t really know what to talk about, and Bucky was watching Rori intently on the field wanting to soak up every moment as if he couldn’t miss anymore like this.

“So, Bucky? Y/N tells me you're an architect,” Hope spoke up.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, breaking his concentration and smiling kindly at her. “It’s been something I’ve loved doing since I was a teenager. Figured I’d make a career out of it.”

“Makes sense,” Hope smiled.

The two getting to know each other for the next few minutes before a whistle blew and the game started.

Like Y/N had warned him, it wasn’t much of a soccer game as it was kids just running and trying to get a foot on the ball. Rori though was competitive and actually tried making it to the goal unlike the other kids. Bucky was impressed with her coordination for such a young girl, and found himself smiling through the whole experience.

That was his daughter. His blood.

Y/N looked over when she saw Bucky fully immersed in the sport, and a smile of her own grew. She could see the pride and excitement on his face. Clearly he was happy about this new part of his life. Clearly he was excited about hopefully becoming Rori’s father figure. It almost made her wish that all those years ago Bucky had been there… She wished she hadn’t gave up so fast on bringing him into their lives.

“Y/N,” Hope nudged her. “Y/N?”

“Hmm, what?” Y/N said snapping out of her daydream.

“Games over. We’re about to start packing up,” Hope said.

“Dang, today’s game seemed faster than the rest,” Y/N shook out her head and stood. “Scott, didn’t make it,” she said looking around just now realizing.

“Yeah, he called saying he would be here for Doris, but couldn't make Rori’s. Sorry,” she pouted.

“It’s all good,” Y/N waved off.

“Hey,” she looked past Y/N seeing Bucky was still watching the field. “You guys should go celebrate her win. Just you three. Don’t worry about staying for Dori’s game. She’ll have more.”

“No, we never miss Doris’s games. You guys-”

“Go, Y/N. Introduce Bucky to Rori and vise versa. That was the whole point of the today,” Hope egged on, seeing her friend begin to get nervous. Y/N opened her mouth to argue and stall. “Nope,” she shook her head before looking over at Bucky. “Hey Bucky! Rori, Y/N, and you should go celebrate with ice cream. Y/N and her usually do that after a win!”

Bucky turned to the girls and his eyes widened as if coming back to reality. “Oh, I don’t want to impose-”

“Nonsense, that was the reason for today. Right Y/N?” she elbowed her friend.

On the outside Y/N looked completely normal, but on the inside she had more nerves than anything.

“Right,” she nodded with a kind smile. “That way you and Rori can get to know each other. She would be confused if we didn’t get her celebratory ice cream.”

“I would love that then,” Bucky smiled excitedly.

“Well, you guys have fun!” Hope grinned. “I’m going to make sure Doris is ready to go. It was nice meeting you Bucky!” Hope began walking to the field waving a quick goodbye to Buck.

The two walked to the field where Rori was jumping up and down with her teammates as she congratulated the little girl who made the winning goal for the team.

“Hey sunshine!” Y/N said bending down and opening her arms for Rori.

“Mommy!” Rori shouted, running over. “Did you see that assist I did?”

“I saw them all baby! You were so good out there!” Y/N congratulated as she ruffled her hair.

“Hi,” Rori said next looking up at the man standing behind her mom with an awestruck face on him.

“Oh, sweetheart. This is my…” A pause as she figured out a word.

“I’m a friend of your mom,” Bucky said snapping out of his staring and smiling at the little girl. “My name’s Bucky,” he waved.

“Hi Bucky. That’s a cool name! My name’s Rori!” she smiled walking out of her mom’s arms and reaching a hand out for him to shake.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised at the gesture, and he slowly took her little hand and shook it as gently as he could. Almost like he was shaking a porcelain doll’s glass fingers. He looked over to Y/N who was still squatted and turned to them. She had a quirked smile and laughed lightly at his response.

“Nice to meet you Rori. You have a pretty cool name too,” he said with a smile that he just couldn’t hold back looking at the little girl's face.

Up close he really did see him in her. Her eyes looked like he was staring straight into a mirror. She had little freckles flecked like gold specks across her nose. Maybe that was her mom in her. Her hair was also like his. A dark brown hair almost black, but under the sun, the highlights of lighter brown and almost reddish tints peaking through.

“Uh, Rori? Would it be ok if Bucky joined us for our little ice cream date?” Y/N asked, standing and coming over.

“Yeah!” she jumped. “Have you ever been to Moo Moo’s?” she asked Bucky.

“Uh, I can’t say I have,” he laughed at her excitement.

“Don’t worry! I’ve tried basically all the flavors now, so I can help you pick one out,” she said grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

“That sounds perfect,” Bucky grinned looking at the giant bag that was basically her size. “Since you’re going to help me out, do you want me to carry that for you?”

“Um, actually, yeah. It’s a little heavy today cause my friend gave me an early birthday gift. But she says I can’t open it until then,” she said, handing off the bag to Bucky’s outstretched hand.

Y/N came up to the side of them grabbing Rori’s hand, leaving the little girl in the middle of her and Bucky as they walked to the car.

“Which friend?” Y/N asked.

“Jenny. She said she wasn’t going to be in town for the birthday party, and her mom told her to give it to me now so they wouldn’t forget,” Rori went on to explain as they walked. Perfectly casual with the new man next to them.

Y/N looked over at Bucky seeing him smile at the little girl as he looked back and forth at her and the sidewalk. Y/N was always going to be a little apprehensive about a man she hardly knew coming in and taking the role of her daughter’s father. I mean you never know who people truly are, so defenses are usually high. But something about his grin was genuine and made her feel at ease about the situation. She started to realize anytime she was with him he didn’t give her bad feelings or make her uncomfortable. How that was possible with a practical stranger, she wasn’t sure.

Rori had moved on to talking about the game by the time they got to the car, and Bucky was nodding as she looked straight to him to explain her position, which Y/N was sure he already knew. They paused realizing they took two different cars.

“Hey Bucky. If you want we can all drive in my car to the ice cream shop since it’s down the block, and I can bring you back here when we’re done,” Y/N offered.

Bucky looked up and the grin he had while looking or talking with Rori was stuck on his face. “Uh, yeah, that would actually be great,” he chuckled looking back to Rori. “That ok with you?”

“Oh! If you do, I can show you my DVD collection!” Rori jumped running to get in the back seat.

“DVD collection?” Bucky chuckled.

“She has almost every Disney movie you can think of,” Y/N laughed back, taking the bag from him and throwing it in the trunk of the SUV. “She’s very proud of it.”

“I can see that,” Bucky laughed.

“Wait ‘till you see how excited she gets when she shows you all the kinds of ice cream she’s tried. She calls herself the expert.”

“And I’m sure she is.”

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The One That Got Away

A/N: I was rewatching Mayans season two last night and Miguel just did things to me, so here we are, with a Miguel one-shot. I may begin writing for Miguel too, but I don’t want to jump the gun, we’ll see. Anyways, hope you all enjoy this one!

This is still technically Angel centric, but it’s Miguel mostly lol.

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Miguel watched as you giggled at whatever the hell Angel Reyes was whispering into your ear. He pursed his lips, looking away from the site that made his heart ache and his stomach churn.

It’s been six years since he let you go and the wound was still as fresh as ever.

You grew up in the same household, your mother and father worked for Miguel’s family. But you nor your family was never treated lowly, at least not by Miguel’s father.

Dita was a different story.

She was nice, personable, but you knew that she looked at you like you were beneath her. You never paid her any mind since Miguel mostly occupied your time. And due to your closeness to Miguel, Dita was warm to you.

Her only son.

He still remembered the night that everything came to blows. Adelita would never accept you in the family, but Miguel didn’t care. His mother could either get with the program or be sent elsewhere.

“Bebita, por favor, don’t pay her any mind.” Miguel pleaded as you packed your closet.

“I can’t Miguel, I can’t live like this. I love you, but I can’t be under your mother’s scrutiny day in and day out. That’s what I lived with for most of my life and I don’t deserve that. I did everything. I did well in school, got a good degree and it will never appease your mother.” You cried as you packed your things. Miguel tried to hold your hands to prevent you from continuing, but you shook your head. “Please, Miguel, I can’t.”

“So that’s it? You’re not going to fight for us.”

“I’ve fought for us ever since we were kids, Miguel. I can’t keep doing this. Your mother is suffocating me. You’re suffocating me. I was a fool to think that I could ever be a part of this family. No matter what I do or achieve, I’ll always be my mother’s child.” You took a deep breath, wiping your tears. “I’m worth more than your mother thinks. It’s not all about money.”

“And it’s not mi amor, you matter to me. I see everything. You’re the love of my life,” he whispered your name, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. “I’ll send her away.”

“No, I would never want to come between you two in that way. Your mother is all you have left Miguel.” You sat down on the bed you two shared. A bed full of memories of laughter, love and happiness. And now, it would forever hold the memory of your demise.

You could take Dita, she was never a problem. But she threatened your parents and you couldn’t have that.

‘You would never be good enough for Miguel. You’re a nice girl, a bright future, but you have no place in this family.’ Dita had told her a few days ago. ‘Disappear from his life or I’ll have your parents deported.’

So here you were now, packing and going away like she asked.

You loved Miguel but your obligation to your parents weighed heavily.

“Don’t do this bebita, please, all I have is you.” Miguel kneeled in front of her, placing his head on her lap, tears coming down from his eyes. He never thought he would lose you. The one constant in his life that never blinked an eye at the misdeeds that he had made. The person that had always been the apple of his eye and he constantly came back to Santo Padre for. The only person he would leave this life for.

And yet, he couldn’t stop you and he knew that.

“I love you so much Miguel, please let me go.”

And it was the last time you two were together. Your engagement ring he had given you was still in his safe, a painful reminder of what he once had.

“You know, I don’t think she would care if you came to see her.” Nestor has watched Miguel admire you from afar. “It’s been six years.”

It was heartbreaking to see his oldest friend in such a conundrum.

But Nestor also knew why you walked away.

“So much time has passed,” Miguel slipped his shades back on, tapping the driver to drive. “She looks happy to you?”

“Yeah Mikey, she does.”

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You moved to El Centro, an hour out of Santo Padre, after your break-up with Miguel. You moved your whole family there in case Dita felt they were a threat since they stayed put. You wanted to be as far away as possible from the Galindo’s.

It was difficult.

So many times you wanted to go back to Miguel, but you knew you couldn’t, so you kept your distance.

And then you met Angel and your world turned upside down for the better.

It was a chance meeting.

You still had family in Santo Padre and your mother convinced you to go to your cousin’s baby shower. You and your other were tasked with bringing the meat so before going, you stopped by Carniceria Reyes.

You were antsy, it was the best way to describe it. You didn’t want to be in Santo Padre, knowing it could get back to Dita you were here. But she shouldn’t care anymore, it’s been two years and you kept your promise. And from what you heard, Miguel was seeing Emily Thomas now.

That hurt.

You shed a few tears for that, but this was your choice.

You were just happy he found someone. Looking around the bookshelf of books, you browsed that as your mother spoke with Felipe. You’ve been here a few times and knew Felipe’s sons. You weren’t close to them, but they were also sweet whenever you came by, especially the eldest. His name escaped you then, Angelo? Alex? Armando? It was something with an A. And the youngest was Xavier or something.

“You could take one if you want.”

The sudden voice startled you. Looking over to where the voice came from, you found the eldest Reyes, Alvaro? Fuck, his name was really escaping you.

“I’m good, I was just looking around.” You stammered out. “It’s nice seeing you again,” you looked at his shirt hoping there was a name tag. But he was wearing a biker vest, or kutte was the proper term you believed.

Angel watched as you pondered, chuckling as you scanned his top for a name tag.

“That hurts querida, we were in the same classes.” He teased her. “My name is Angel.”

“Angel! Yes, I was close, I was going to call you Angelo.” You laughed. “How are you?”

“Good, you back in town?” Angel was aware that you were Miguel’s former fiance. There were various versions of the story as to why you walked away, why you left Miguel, but they all sounded over exaggerated and straight out of a soap opera. But he didn’t want to pry, at least not yet.

“No, just a family gathering.” You explained. “Didn’t think you would notice I was gone.”

“It’s hard not to notice, I’ve had to deal with your cousin at the bakery and she’s not as giving as you.” Angel smirked. He would never admit it to a living soul, but he went to the bakery every morning so he could get a glimpse of you. He knew that you were Miguel Galindo’s girl, well was, but it didn’t hurt to look. It was the only place his security wasn’t tailing you, he might as well take his chances.

“Right, you always came by and got the conchas and the besitos.” You vaguely remembered Angel, but you couldn’t even remember his name.

“See, you remember my order.” Angel knew it wasn’t much, but a win was a win.

You nodded your head.

“Y/N, let’s go.” Your mother called out. “Hello Angel, how are you?”

“I’m good Mrs. Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Good.” Angel answered. “It was nice seeing you again hermosa.”

You blushed at his compliment and nodded your head. “It was nice seeing you as well.”

After a few more visits, your parents decided to move back to Santo Padre since your grandmother wasn’t doing so well. With Miguel married, you figured Dita wouldn’t pay you any mind and you were right. You ran into her once and she was quite pleasant. Though, that may have to do with the fact that she saw you with Angel. You made polite conversation before leading Angel away.

At that time, you and Angel had been together for six months.

How did you go from barely knowing his name to his girlfriend?

Well, you must say, Angel Reyes was persistent.

He’d be at the bakery every morning with his friend, Coco. They would come and big you, bring you a breakfast sandwich, coffee, anything just to keep you company during the early mornings. Coco didn’t come all the time, but Angel came whenever you worked.

How did he get your schedule? Most likely your cousin, which was a hazard, but Angel could charm fucking anyone.

After a few months, you relented and started dating Angel. To say it was different than dating Miguel, was an understatement. You weren’t sure if it was the age gap or you being older, but Angel was a different type of love than Miguel.

You’ve always adored Miguel, loved him since you were able to grasp the meaning of love. You two began your relationship when you were twenty and ended it when you were twenty-five. You learned so much from Miguel and he truly loved you, he did. He communicated well with you, gave you enough information about his job to keep you at bay, but also kept you safe. He listened well to you, knowing what upset you and what made you happy. But, the downside of it was the status of a cartel wife, which at that point you had not even attained. The constant security, the eyes of everyone on you, it could get to become much. And for a young adult, it was all too much at the same time.

It was puppy love. You adored and loved Miguel with no questions, he could do no wrong in your eyes. It was naive, you were certain, but Miguel never treated you any different due to your differences in class. He supported you in a world where people expect a cartel boss to be sexist as hell.

But with Angel, it was a different type of love.

He was definitely more into you than you were to him at the beginning. You entertained the idea of dating Angel out of pure pestering from your mother and him. A few dates, he would realize what a bore you were and it would be done. The problem was, you found yourself gravitating towards Angel. You began to look forward to his morning visits. You began to look forward to your dinners that could be at any time of the night. You just began to look forward to being with him. Slowly, but surely, you were falling for Angel and it was intense.

You didn’t think you would fall in love again, you gave so much to Miguel, it wasn’t possible, but you did and you fell in love with Angel.

Two years together before he proposed to you and the third year of your relationship, you two got married. You invited Miguel as he invited you to his wedding, which you didn’t attend.

He attended yours.

You were dancing with Riz, laughing as he teased you about all the shit you’re going to have to deal with now that you were married to Angel.

“If I haven’t ran, I think we’re good.” You giggled as he spun you around and right into Miguel’s arms.

“May I cut in?” He asked, but his eyes were on you.

“Sure.” Riz nodded his head, knowing he was invincible at this point.

“Congratulations,” Miguel told you as he swayed with you. He couldn’t help but think that this was supposed to be you, you wearing a ring he customized for you, but instead, you were a fucking Reyes.

“Thank you Miguel, I’m surprised you came.” You blushed at his compliment. You weren’t going to lie, there was still that little flicker of butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw Miguel, but he was your first love, it was hard not to.

“Come on bebita, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Miguel twirled you around, smiling, flashing to a dream that he has every now and then. You two getting married, you laughing as he spun you around all night, keeping you to himself. “It was a nice reminder of what I could have had.”

You frowned them. “Miguel.”

“I know, I apologize bebita.” Miguel placed a kiss on your forehead. He knew Angel was watching, but there was nothing your husband could do except watch. He owned the MC. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to harm him. “Do you ever think of what could have been?”

“Miguel, please, not today.” You’ve ran into Miguel a few times over the years. You two always had pleasant conversations, but he would text you afterward, later that night, most likely intoxicated, asking how you could leave him, why would you leave him when you were all he had. You cried after those messages because you felt terrible, you did feel like you abandoned Miguel, but this was for the safety of your parents.

“When can we? I love you, I still do. How can you marry him?” Miguel didn’t want to do this to you, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t think you would last with Angel. What could he possibly give you that Miguel couldn’t? He even had quite a laugh with Nestor when he was first informed you were dating Angel, and here you two were now.

“Miguel, I love him.”

“Like you love me?”

“Even more.”

He froze then. It was a mistake to be here.

“May I cut in Mikey?” Nestor saw the tense looks on your faces and decided to cut in before anything else could happen.

“Of course.” He kissed your forehead one more time before walking back to his table where Bishop was sitting with Taza.

You didn’t love Angel more than him, that wasn’t possible.

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Miguel was having his morning coffee, checking the newspaper for the latest craziness in the world. Nestor was sitting right next to him along with Marcus, having some breakfast.

“Did you send her the gifts?” Miguel was made aware of your baby registry, which you shared with Nestor. After your wedding, you avoided Miguel and he avoided you. You both figured it was better this way.

“Yes, of course I did. She loved it, she said thank you.” Nestor kept his friendship with you since you two have known one another almost as long as you’ve known Miguel. Of course, Miguel encouraged Nestor to continue the friendship so he could somehow keep tabs on you. Nestor didn’t disclose everything to Miguel, but he gave him enough.

“You told her I gave it to her?” Miguel placed the paper down, looking at one of his oldest friends and head of security.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out Mikey, you did go over the top. I told you to get her one thing.” Nestor teased his friend.

“She had all these things on her list that she needed, I couldn’t just get her one thing.” Miguel was appalled by such a suggestion. It was no chip off his back if he got all those things for you.

“Mikey, you basically got her whole registry.”

Marcus chuckled, remembering how upset Angel was that your ex-fiance decided to flex his financial muscle and get you everything. But he knew Miguel meant well, it was hardly a snide towards Angel.

The consistent ringing of his doorbell called their attention.

Nestor stood up to get the door and Angel pushed past him, hollering for Miguel.

Miguel stood up and made his way to the foyer of his home. He found Angel, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess.

“Can I help you Angel?” Miguel questioned, a feeling of dread appearing in the pit of his stomach. Angel’s appearance and his sudden presence in his home could hardly mean anything good.

“They took her.” Angel uttered out, his tears welling up in his eyes. “Those motherfuckers took her.”

“Who?” Miguel’s heart dropped.

“The mercenaries, they’re using her as a bargaining chip to get Adelita.”

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Miguel walked in the dress factory after receiving word that they had a plan in motion. The Mayans were packing up their guns in the duffel bag while Angel was off at the corner pacing. He had been on edge the whole morning, which he understood, but he had to keep his cool if they were going to get you back. He needed to be on top of his game.

“Angel, a word.” He called out.

Angel stopped pacing, looking up at him. They walked outside of the room that held the pew, making their way outside. Miguel told his men to stand down and stay with the Mayans, he wanted to speak to Angel alone.

“You have to calm yourself, you being on edge is not helping the situation.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was your pregnant wife kidnapped?” Angel didn’t mean to snap, he was just worried about you. How could he be so stupid?

“I wasn’t the one who let her across the border without fucking protection.” His usual prim and proper Ivy League persona cracked. How could Angel be so stupid to let you go across the border without anyone? He could have sent his brother with you. He could have literally fucking sent anyone with you.

Angel couldn’t even argue with him, because he knew it was true.

“Yeah, I know.” Angel slipped a cigarette stick in between his lips, lighting it up. “Thank you for coming to help.”

“I would do anything for her.”

“I bet you would,” Angel managed to chuckle. “But she’s my wife and there’s nothing that would change that.”

“I can respect that she’s happy with you.”

“Can you?”

“I haven’t killed you, so I believe that I can.” Miguel rolled up his sleeves, that Santo Padre heat was unforgiving. “But after this incident, I don’t know if you truly deserve her.”

“I’ve never deserved her, but she chose me. She loves me and that’s enough for me.”

“There was no choice to make, I’m sure she would have chosen me if I fought for her.”

“But you didn’t, did you?” Angel didn’t want to be around Miguel. He swallowed his pride to ask him for help, but he wasn’t going to be lectured or speak of what if’s with your ex-fiance. “Thank you for the gifts for our child.”

With that, Angel left Miguel to his own devices.

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You laid at the back of the car, light slightly seeping in your black head cover. Your hands were tied together and you were trying your best to stay strong. You’re not even sure why you were involved in this whole situation. These men were telling you that if they brought the rebel leader, you and your child would survive. You knew who Adelita was since Angel told you everything, but you’re not sure why you were being used as some sort of bargaining chip.

You tried to reason with these men that you weren’t connected to Miguel Galindo, but that just earned you a slap on the face.

You heard their panicked voices, then calling for their other colleagues for back-up. Two shots was all you heard when the car began swerving. You prayed that whoever was there weren’t other people who would harm your baby. Your main concern was your child, you were seven months pregnant. The pregnancy was difficult and you would really like for this baby to come out healthy. You tried your best to remain calm in this situation, but it was hard. You tried your best for the baby, so he wouldn’t be stressed out.

The car stopped and you heard the footsteps.

“Bebita,” it was Miguel. You felt so relieved to hear his voice. The door opened and you were softly being ushered out. You could hear Nestor as well, asking if you were okay. “Bebita, estas bien?”

They pulled off the covering, you blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Looking at Miguel, the tears came then before he enveloped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. His familiarity made you sigh a relief.

“I got you, I got you.” He whispered against your head. “Is the baby okay?”

You nodded your head. “Where’s Angel?” You questioned as you pulled away.

“He’s on his way bebita, we had to split up since they had decoys.” Miguel was so happy to see you alive and well. He saw the redness of your cheek, but he tried to just focus that you were okay. “The MC can’t seem to protect you.”

“Miguel, por favor, this was the first time. It was my own carelessness. I went across the border with my mother and they grabbed me.” You sighed. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you are not an inconvenience.” Miguel scolded you. “I was worried for your return and had to intervene.”

“Who told you I was taken?”

“Your husband called me.”

“Angel?” You knew Angel wasn’t the biggest fan of Miguel. The involvement of the MC with the cartel was something he was not a big fan of and to avoid fights, you never voiced out your opinion. Though you understood Angel’s reasoning as to why he wanted to move the club away from any cartel related activities.

“Yes, he may not be as smart as Ezekiel, but he was smart enough to contact the person he knew could help.” Miguel took off his jacket as Nestor helped you take off the jacket those mercenaries gave you. He placed his jacket on you.

“Are you happy?” Miguel questioned you as you both looked over the mountainous terrain around you both. It was odd to meet with Miguel in such a deserted place, but he insisted.

“With Angel?” You looked at the man you once love, growing up in his home as a part of the family even though your mom was their maid. It was never hard to love Miguel, it was hard to be with him. The rules, the eyes, and his mother, it could all become too much. But he loved you greatly, took care of you, made you happy, just at times, it wasn’t enough. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you for letting me go.”

“I’ll never let you go, I just know better.” Miguel kissed the back of your hand. “Te amare por siempre bebita.” He caressed your cheek, your eyes closing as he did. The familiarity, the warmth. You did miss Miguel, but you would never trade what you have for the world. “Why didn’t you tell me that my mother threatened your parents?”

Your eyes opened then, the disappointment clearly seen in his eyes. “I,” you sighed. “Who told you?”

“My mother did.”

“I didn’t want to cause a rift between you two. She was the only person you had Miguel, I couldn’t do that,” he held up a hand.

“I would have protected them, how could you not have trusted me to be able and to protect your family? They’re my family.” His voice was harsh, frustrated that you decided to become a martyr instead of talking to him.

You heard the cars approaching then, two cars.

“There’s no reason for us to dwell in the past, Miguel. We’ve both moved on.”

The MC got out, Angel leading the charge. He ran to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you. He kissed you, Miguel looking away as he did. Placing a hand on your stomach as he pulled away, he asked if you were okay, was your son okay and you nodded your head.

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry. I should have gone with you to Santo Madre.” Angel was remorseful. You had begged him to come, but he declined since he had a run with the club. How could he be so stupid? What if that was the last time he would have seen you? The tears welled up in his eyes, wrapping his arms around you again. “I love you, y/n, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pulled away turning to Miguel. You took off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thank you again Miguel.”

He gave you a tense smile and a curt nod. It still hurt, after all these years, after he had married. He still wished you were the one who was next to him, but he tried not to dwell on that idea, it hurt every time he did.

All that mattered was that you were happy.

You were the one that got away and he would forever regret not fighting for you.

Now, he had to watch you be happy with Angel fucking Reyes.

These Reyes men were a pain on his side.

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intoxicated

paring: suna rintarou x reader

summary: dragged to a college party by your good friend, you accidentally bump into a handsome stranger who you couldn’t help but become entranced by. college au! suna rintarou

wc: 3.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption/drug consumption, implied smut, drunk/high suna

authors note: so glad to get into writing again! i really enjoyed writing this fic and hope to get a part 2 out! i wrote in one of my friends as the reader’s friend, as she wrote a similar fic as well (i’ll link here). please feel free to request any fic or oneshot ideas and i hope to get more out soon!

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask, worry confidently slipping off of your tongue. Your sitting on a squeaky stool, gliding liner across your lips,

Your best friend, Lola, sitting beside you snickered, “when do we ever have good ideas? It’s not a good time without a little danger, am I right?”

It’d been forever since you were able to ease your mind and settle down, your friend encouraging you that a night out would be a mood-changer. Your mind had been beyond exhausted over the last few months, counting down the days before you could finally put it all away and be your true self again. That hope still is a dream away, as you still have what feels like years before you can finally sleep comfortably again.

“how’d you even get invited to this anyways?” you asked, sitting down your lip liner to pick up your hair straightener. You weren’t normally one to get done up for these types of things, but you haven’t gotten ready in forever. You’d convinced yourself that you just wanted to look nice for yourself, just this once.

“my dear, y/n. are you doubting me?” Lola giggled, giving your shoulder a playful nudge,

“I’m glad to inform you that one of the hosts of said party, personally invited me. Can I get a round of applause,” you both broke out into laughter, your friend fake bowing while you clapped. It was nice to share these little moments sometimes.

“would’ve been nice to know earlier. Who is this said, “host”, you speak of?” you questioned, turning your body to face your friend. You had no idea she was friends with the boys on your school’s volleyball team, let alone close enough where she’d be invited to a party of theirs.

“y’know, just the one and only miya atsumu.” She smirked, giving you side-eyed wink. Your eyes widened, sitting down the scolding hair-straightener in your hands,

“no fucking way! You’re friends with miya atsumu? Doesn’t he fuck around with anything that carries a pair of tits?” you rhetorically asked, snorting midway through the sentence.

You’d heard nothing but bad news about the miya twins, specifically miya atsumu. News got around quickly on campus, spreading even more like wildfire when it had something to do with the hotshot volleyball team. In all honesty, you could care less.

You continuously questioned why every girl on campus had such a fascination with them. They all seemed like shallow asshole anyways, not giving a single shit about any of the girls in their path.

“excuse you! I’ve had the pleasure of fucking him once, maybe twice,” she cocked her head at you,

“besides, don’t you want to party at least once? C’mon, these are the ragers everyone on campus talks about! You can’t leave me to go alone, babe!” she knew you were contemplating the idea in your head, meticulously running through every situation that could happen. But guilt-tripping you? Low-blow.

“you really have to make me feel like shit for backing out?” you rolled your eyes, an audible sigh escapes your mouth.

“so I take it as a yes?” she bats her eye lashes, sticking her pouting lip out as a typical over exaggeration.

…

You both stepped out of your uber, thanking him and wishing him a good night. You could hear the music pounding from even outside the house. You made eye-contact with Lola,

“are we sure we don’t want to turn around?” you asked, worry evident in your eyes.

“don’t be a pussy, y/n. just for a few hours, promise?” she said, sticking out her pinky for you to hold onto. You began your walk up the concrete steps, red solo-cups and empty beer bottles littering the front yard of the house.

There were already groups of people lined on the porch, evidently drunk and hoping to just catch a breath of fresh air. Your friend swung opened the door first, allowing the noise to hit you face first.

Your nose began to twinge at the strong scent of marijuana, the living room looking as if it was clouded. You both step your feet into the house, immediately overwhelmed by the blaring speakers and loud yells of voices coming from the kitchen.

Before you could come to your senses, you felt your hand being pulled further in the house until you were surrounded by the commotion.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” chants and words of encouragement thrown across the room as a face was participating in a keg-stand. Your friends eyes darted towards you, laughter began to exit her mouth. She pulled her hand away from you to watch the scene while you kept your balanced shoulder on the wall next to you.

As quickly as it started, Miya Atsumu’s legs were dropped from the air, attempting to regain his balance as he hit the ground. The crown surrounding him began to applaud, causing a chuckle to escape from his lips,

“now, now! Yer all watching what I do best!” he laughs, Lola’s eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She’s already in too deep, you thought, a smile curving on your lips as you walk up to her,

“starstruck are we?” you whisper in her ear over the booming music, causing her to jump up slightly.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, sneaking up on me like that.” She laughs, her head turning back over to Atsumu, who is making fast conversation with the other guys around him, all wearing the same black and white jersey.

“I think you should go and talk to him, y’know, since you guys are so “buddy-buddy.”” You surround air quotes around your last statement, and begin to laugh even harder at your own snarky comments. Man, you really need to get out into the world more.

“why don’t we go together. I’ll introduce you!” she said, smirking confidently while grasping onto your hand once again.

Before you could protest her request, she was quickly pulling you around the kitchen and towards the badly-lit living room. Atsumu darts his head towards the both of you, his lips curving into a small smirk, his hand sticking out into a small wave.

“so you were able to make it?” atsumu asks, the same hand which waved enveloping Lola’s hand in his own. She smiled at him, their conversation completely blanking from your head when you lock eyes with a golden-eyed boy. Your brain quickly entranced by his fox-like stare and unkempt black hair.

You’d never seen someone who looked like him, especially someone you were so taken aback by. His body was strung across a small armchair in the opposite direction from where you stood; the coffee table across from him overwhelmed with rolling papers, beer cans, and cheap bottles of whiskey.

“earth to y/n…hello?” Lola asked waving her hand in front of your face, your head quickly snapping over in her direction.

“yes?” you asked quickly, hoping she didn’t notice your tranced stare. What the hell, of course she noticed. Both her and atsumu began to giggle,

“okay, what the fuck?” you stated, knowing damn well that you were being made fun of.

“nothin’, just wanted to introduce you to Atsumu here, but it seems like you found someone else.” She smirked at you, lightly hitting Atsumu on the shoulder, causing him to catch onto what your friend was trying to say.

“so yer into ol’ suna rin? Wouldn’t peg him as yer type, but I guess looks can be deceiving.” Atsumu joked, causing a laugh to escape your friends lips. Why does she feel such a need to impress this asshole?

“oh! Nice to meet you too! I’m l/n y/n!” you mocked, you have never been the type to put up with shitty attitudes, even if acting like an asshole was a center-piece of your personality.

“c’mon y/n, we don’t have to be rude. Why don’t you ask atsumu here to hook you up with him?” Lola asked, curling her body closer towards atsumu. The sight made you feel slightly uncomfortable, opting out for a drink instead,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going to grab a drink, want anything?” you truly didn’t want to stay, In all honesty, you’d rather go home and sulk in your bedroom than drink with a crowd you definitely didn’t fit into.

You questioned why you agreed to attend in the first place, or even if you agreed on your own accord anyways. You know she has your best interest at heart, explaining to you that you just needed a “break,” but she also knew that parties like this have never been your scene.

Yes, she has known you long enough to know this fact, but she’s also known you long enough to understand that it’s way too soon to talk to men again, especially men like this.

“don’t be lame, y/n. if that’s what you want then so-be-it, but I know you’ll regret it.” She states, waving you off somewhere to grab a drink.

You walked back over towards where you met up with atsumu moments ago, hoping for the bar to at least have a good option other than beer. As you reached the kitchen island, you were faced with a dilemma; tequila or vodka.

Both being risky decisions, you outweighed the pros and cons in your head, of course overthinking things as little as your option of liquor for the night.

Ultimately deciding on a vodka cocktail, you spun around with your cup and headed back over towards your friend and atsumu. Unfortunately, you caught both sucking face in a dingy loveseat.

Audibly making a sound of annoyance, you try and seek a place to sit. The dining room beside you being a faulty option as it was filled with drunken girls and boys who were higher than a kite, playing music as loud as they possibly could. You thought of sulking in the bathroom with your alcohol, but saw that option as poor, “party etiquette.”

“fuck!” you mumbled to yourself, frusturated at your friends lack of preparedness for her real plans during your night, and upset at the complete lack of your own social skills.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were scanning your every back and forth movement while you frantically plotted your next move. Reverting back to the beginning of the night, you headed towards the front of the house, hoping to also catch a small breath of fresh air. Before you were even able to make it past the kitchen, a pair of large hands stopped you in your tracks.

“where ya’ heading, sweetheart?” a husky voice whispered into your ear, causing your arms to line with chills.

His voice was smooth, and without even seeing his face, it struck a chord within your body. You turned your head around to face him, quickly realizing who you were looking at,

“cat got your tongue, hm? No need to be impolite, pretty girl.” His breath smelled heavily of marijuana, evident in his eyes as well.

Much to your surprise, his smell was that of expensive cologne, overpowering the weed and alcohol branded into his mouth.

“well aren’t you bold?” you spat out, a smirk grazing atop your lips. His height compared to you is impressive, making you feel small underneath his hold.

“it’s hard to pass up an opportunity like this. You looked lost, and I’m just a kind-hearted bystander.” He joked, the grip on your shoulder loosened. You rose the drink you had in your hand onto your lips, pouring the cocktail down your throat.

The man standing in front of you avoiding to break eye-contact with you. His face was beyond breathtaking to you, his eyes a sultry color of hazel, something you almost never see on the general population of those surrounding you.

Everything about him intrigued you, even though you had only seen him for the first time less than moments ago.

Breaking you out of your trance, he turns on his heels making a beeline for the chair you first watched him in. taking this as a sign to follow, you gladly sway your hips behind him, a smirk lingering on your lips. He drunkenly throws his body on the armchair, patting the arms beside him,

“c’mere, pretty girl. No reason for you to stand around like a lost puppy.” His voice riveting through your brain, blocking out any other sounds around you. You were lost in this man, someone who you have yet to properly greet.

You initially thought your boldness was due to your drink, however, you still have yet to finish your first cup. The liquor wasn’t intoxicating, no, it was him. You guide your body over to him, carefully sitting on the arm of the chair, a silent prayer that your drink would stay in its’ cup.

“suna rintarou, by the way. But you sweetheart, can call me rin.” He states, rolling up a blunt on the table in front of him.

Everything he did was intricate, his lanky hands delicately rolling his paper, careful to keep it neat. You were impressed to say the least.

You’d only smoked a handful of times, however, you were never able to achieve the feat of rolling your own blunt. You were never patient enough, nor were you sober in the first place.

“wanna hit?” he offered, finishing off the top of the blunt. You questioned whether you should smoke, having taken a break from that “lifestyle” for the time being. But how could you say no to that face?

“of course.” You smiled, gladly accepting the blunt from his hand. One hit turned into several before you were high off your ass, giggling in rintarou’s lap.

You couldn’t recall how you got in the position, let alone what you were even laughing about in the first place. To say the least, this was the happiest you’d felt in a long time.

“rin! What the fuck?” your head snapped from the crook of suna’s neck to face a loud voice. A girl. You immediately felt uncomfortable, a once laughing fit now turned into you awkwardly sitting up from the position you were once in.

“fuck, what are you doing here?” he questioned, you being too embarrassed to even catch her name.

“really? I’m always invited to this shit! what whore have you seduced this week?” she rudely spat. Her voice was sharp, nearly snake-like as she came closer to the both of you.

“why the fuck should you care? Goddamnit, we broke up months ago,” suna calmly stated, “and she’s not a whore.”

He continued to speak, opening his mouth like he had more to say. Rather than retorting, the girl in front of you began to laugh,

“I won’t be opening my door the next time you come back to me, and I promise, he always does.” She said, projecting her last statement towards you.

It hurt, but you convinced yourself it shouldn’t. you only met this guy a few hours ago, why should his past relationships matter?

You couldn’t be jealous, and you had zero reason to be, right? As soon as she turned around to leave, you quickly sat up from the chair, readjusting the short skirt you’re wearing.

“y’know, I should probably go.” You mumbled, awkwardly turning to move somewhere, anywhere but here.

“y/n, c’mon. there’s no reason to leave. She’s nothing.” Suna stated, reaching up to grasp your wrist. You turned back around to face him, his lips outwardly pouting and eyes filled with lust. The sight made you giggle.

Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the pure attraction to the man that sat in front of you. Your body languidly fell against him, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

“you’re so beautiful. Did you know that?” he whispered into your neck, causing your stomach to almost fill immediately with butterflies.

All of his words had an effect on you, and it was something you’re unable to explain. He made you forget about anything, which could be considered a bad thing, but it was intoxicating.

Instead of forming words to respond, you leaned upwards, pressing your lips onto his. The sudden touch came as a shock to suna, taking him a few seconds before he kissed back with vigor. His hand landed on your cheek, caressing the bits of hair shaping your face.

Suna deepened his movements, a rhythmic sequence between the both of you. His kiss ignited a fire in your stomach, something you couldn’t remember the last time you felt. His arms kept you in a hold as you straddled his hips.

You couldn’t care less if anyone saw, the only thing that mattered in the moment were you and him.

His lips disconnect with yours, a desperate sign escaping your mouth.

“what do you think we take this somewhere else?” he whispers, taking a bite of your ear into his mouth. You could feel him beneath you, his hardened dick poking into your thigh. You squirmed in his hold,

“and what would we do there?” you asked, close enough to his face that his warm breath molded against yours. You began to grind against his lap, hoping to coax an answer out of him. The heat in your stomach began to grow more, your increasing arousal growing noticeable within your rigid breaths.

“desperate are we, pretty girl,” he said, his hands snaking along your thighs.

“who says you could even take it?” his voice continues, these words causing a snap in your body.

“I want you so bad.” Your voice hinted with pure sex. Trying to think, you can’t remember the last time you felt this much attraction to single person, let alone someone who you’d just met.

Just as he moves to connect his lips with you once more, you hear a loud yell,

“we got cops!” someone yells from the room across from you.

Shit.

You quickly hop off suna’s lap, scrambling to find your phone. You had no idea where your friend had disappeared to, trying to quickly find her contact name.

“c’mon baby, we gotta go.” Suna says, grabbing onto your wrist. Your phone vanishes into your pocket,

“fuck, I don’t know where my friend ran off to. I can’t leave without her,” you continued on, suna dragging you out from the backdoor,

“she’s with atsumu right?” he quickly questions, only to receive a quick nod from you in response, “she’ll be fine, dudes’ a fucking pro at running from the twelve.”

Along with his reassuring words, your gaze locked onto his. Despite the situation that you had fallen into, his expression was calm.

He dragged your small form towards his black car parked on the opposite street, shoving you into the passenger seat.

“wait, where the fuck are we going to go?” you frantically asked, forgetting you’d only met him a mere hour ago. He threw himself in the driver’s seat, revving up the ignition.

“I dunno. you tell me, sweetheart.” He looked over at your sinking form, a wink directed towards you, releasing a laugh from your mouth.

He began to drive, evading any of the oncoming sirens. Even the way he drove had you entranced. His right hand left the steering wheel, finding home on your thigh, outlining circles onto your skin.

“my house or yours?” he asked, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.

Goddamn, were you in for a night.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Rohan - A Day In Paris

Happy birthday to my lovely Giovanna @gio-is-writing . I love you with all my heart. Thank you for barging into my life and stealing my gangster's heart. This one's for you.

You huffed and dropped your heavy luggage in the hotel room you were staying at for your short vacation. You briefly glanced out your window, The Iron Lady greeting you from afar.

No time to spare, you had a busy day ahead of you, and your friend would not let you off the hook if you spent your short rare days in Paris lounging around doing nothing.

You took out your phone and called her, struggling to change from your heels to more comfortable shoes.

"Y/N, hello! How was your trip?" Your friend picked up, instantly greeting you with her unmistakable accent and you swore you could hear her sadism.

"Please let me rest, I beg of yo-"

"Nuh huh, sweetie. I have a big program for you and you will make the most out of your trip. You'll thank me later, trust me." She cut you off and you groaned, sleepy and jet-lagged.

Yes. You had to travel to the marvelous city of Paris for a conference meeting, but of course, you could only expect your best and only local friend to make you tour the entire city in a record-breaking time.

She had planned out for you a extended list of activities, museums, restaurants and places to visit during your voyage. Knowing her, you were impressed and almost suspicious that she didn't try to drag you out with her and forced you to meet 'your future husband' through many blind dates.

Losing yourself through confusing subway stations and vintage architectured streets, you eventually found yourself in your most desired destination.

Obviously, whoever thought of Paris thought about the iconic Pyramid of glass. That was the one place you always dreamt of seeing.

"So... That's the Louvre, huh?" You breathed out, almost in disbelief.

You couldn't possibly pass the occasion of visiting one of the most reknown art gallery in the world.

Looking around the vast plaza, you had expected much more people to crowd the area, but you were pleasantly surprised to only see a few strangers here and there. Good, that was much less anxiety inducing.

Not wanting to wait any longer and too eager to finally discover this magical place, you guided yourself in. The contrast between the loud sunny exterior and the dull and quiet ambiance inside forced you to relax.

Hours had passed by without you even feeling them. You were having much more fun that you'd have ever anticipated, even though visiting a museum all alone was a thought repulsive to most people. You loved every bit of it, walking through the finely decorated corridors, immersing yourself in the eery yet pleasant quietness of the place, learning through the masterpiece's description, imagining the sculptures come to life.

You smiled. You were happy from this simple yet incredible experience. It was crazy how a change of scenery and how art could so easily move you, transporting you into new worlds, new horizons, and make you travel through times and spaces.

"It's like magic, isn't it?"

You gasped and instantly jumped at the sudden deep voice right next to your ear. You looked behind you to glare and maybe insult who ever had just almost given you the biggest heart attack you'd ever have.

"O-Oh my god!" You yelped, already too loud for the place you were in, prompting a few heads to turn your direction. You shamefully toned down, "Y-you scared the shit out of me-..."

"...I apologize, miss," The male's daggered expression looking down at your small frame did not match his polite words and soft tone. "I didn't mean to startle you, but you looked so deep in thoughts and you were blocking the view."

He pointed at the painting behind you and you decided to ignore his left-handed comment, moving a bit to the side and away from the painting. When your breathing finally slowed down to a healthier pace, you took the time to observe his features a little more.

He stood tall in front of you, his frame slim yet sturdy. You were striked by his eyes of emerald and his androgynous facial traits that seemed to soothe you even without contact. His dark green hair was meticulously styled to the side with an intriguing headband adorning his forehead.

You decided to not stare down his body in fear that his expensive-looking clothes revealing his toned abs and lean waist were actually not an illusion from your peripheral vision but his actual look.

Dang it, you thought, he was too hot for you to stay mad at him.

You looked to the side, and mumbled "... Apologies accepted."

"Wow. Took you a long while of staring at me to accept my apologies. Like what you see, maybe?" He quirked an eyebrow, his tone now condescending, which completely contrasted with his earlier princely behavior.

You gasped and clicked your tongue at him, "You-... Are you famous or something? Why are you acting so bratty all of a sudden?" You knew it, your friend had warned you about this type of guy. The type to act all high and stuck up, roaming art galleries and belittling others. More often than not, handsome and wearing sketchbook-filled satchels. "French artists, I swear..."

You saw him lick his lip before scoffing, as if you had offended him. Unbeknownst to you, the man was actually quite amused by you and did not expect this comeback. He had already long forgotten about the painting behind you.

"Oh you're funny. How did you know?" He smirked obnoxiously, stepping up slowly and looming even taller over you. "You should consider yourself privileged to even be looked at by the Great Rohan Kishibe."

You squinted your eyes at his bold ego, but also at the sound of his name. "Rohan Kishibe...? That sounds like a Japanese name. So you're not a snobby French city boy? Disappointing."

He let out a 'tch' of annoyance. How dared you slander his persona? 'Snobby city boy'? 'Disappointing'?

...'French'?!

Rohan huffed and closed his eyes. Oh no, he couldn't let you get to him so easily and give you the satisfaction.

"That's correct, you dense child." He buried his hands in his pants pockets, dismissing the look you gave to his shamelessly visible underwear waistband.

"Oh shut up, you can't be barely older than me." You huffed and blushed, avoiding eye contact with this man getting so deliciously on your nerves.

You wouldn't admit it, but you were quite enjoying this excentric man's company. His manneurisms and the small smirks he showed at your defiance stirred a little something inside you that just made you want to keep him here a little longer and waste his time. He did look like the busy type, after all. Perfect for bothering and messing with.

Oh but you certainly did not expect him to be thinking just the same as you. In any other circumstances, Rohan would have probably lost patience long ago and snapped, not wanting to spend another minute with the likes of you. But for some obscure reason, he wanted to get to you just as much as you did him. Push all your buttons and drive you absolutely wild.

Maybe it was the little grimaces you made at him that he hated to find cute, maybe it was how your small hands mindlessly held the velvet railings protecting the artworks. Perhaps it was your overall form so gracefully holding yourself up, a delicate sight for such a fierce lady. Or maybe it was that little lipsticked wide smile that he wanted to wipe off your face and kiss absolutely senseless.

"Whatever you say... Uh... 'Your Name'."

You swore you felt a vein pop on your flushed forehead. "It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. Get it right next time."

You rolled your eyes at him and whipped your hair out of your face with exaggerated and unnecessary sass. You wanted to giggle but held it back as he stepped forward and uncomfortably close to you.

You thought he wanted to strike you for a moment and froze as he leaned down and poked his index finger to your chest accusatively.

"Listen here, L/N, "He spat your name through gritted teeth and your mind was hazy with the heady scent of his cologne. "Keep that little attitude of yours and I'll pin you to one of these fucking walls next to these paintings. That'll teach you a lesson."

Your face warmed up and your breath hitched shakily at his bold 'threats'.

"Ooh~ woah there, partner. At least take me to dinner first..." You chuckled and pushed gently on his toned chest, trying to conceal how insanely flustered he had made you feel.

"... Fine then. Tonight 8 P.M. Right here, at the entrance of the pyramid."

Rohan straightened up and stepped away from you. The sudden cool air hit your red face and you widened your eyes, only then registering the fact that he had just flirted back.

"Wait... What?!"

"Don't be late."

"Hold on-"

And just like that, the 'Great Rohan Kishibe', as he had comically introduced himself, disappeared from your sight, continuing on his visit as if he hadn't just shamelessly stolen your heart, leaving you both a blushing and a confused mess.

What a smooth bastard. He was actually taking you to dinner.

It would be a fun trip to Paris.

Bonus:

"Girl I can't come with you tonight, I'm sorry." You told your friend on the phone. "I just met a super cute asian boy at the Louvre!"

She gasped and wanted to whine at you. You were leaving her for a cute asian boy? But soon her tone changed to a more suspicious one.

"Wait... A cute asian boy...? At the Louvre...? Does he, perhaps, by all means, coincidentally, maybe, look like a thot, with green eyes and stupid hair?"

"Yeah? How did you know?" You replied without hesitation.

"Oh that's Rohan! Can't believe you found him haha!" She chuckled, barely caring about trashing the poor man left and right, "Tell him I said Hi. Also, have fun, and use protection cause his dumbass won't-"

"Shut up! SHUT UP!"

#jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #jojo #x reader #reader insert #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 4 #part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #rohan

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greenygreenland · 3 years

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If I Were You Pt. 3: Fives x Reader

‘-Uhmmm yes and thank you for the request??? -Of kriffing COURSE I’ll do a pt 3! -I love asks, they make my day so thank you so much!! -the beginning is inspired by something that actually happened to me today (but it’s greatly exaggerated in this. promise.)

PREVIOUS PART

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, ABUSE, HOSPITALIZATION.

The first thing that hits your nose is a sharp scent, like toast that’s been overcooked. You frown to yourself, dropping your pencil on the dining table as Fives follows your gaze. “What’s that smell?” you inquire. He shoots up from the couch, darting into the kitchen with a low hiss. “Maker!”

You frown. That can’t be good. “Fives, did you put something in the toaster?” You don’t get an answer straight away, and maybe it’s better that way. When it’s silent for too long, you get up from your seat, ignoring the screeching of your chair against the wooden floorboards. “Fives, don’t tell me you--”

Everything you assumed you’d see would have been so much better. Burnt toast. Water boiling over the sides of a pot. Overcooked ramen that’s too soggy to swallow. The bright flames licking at your stove and overflowing to the L-shaped counters is so much worse. How did this happen?, you wonder to yourself. Just what had Fives been up to while you were studying for an exam?

He’s suddenly shouting at you to do something as he fans the fire. It grows in size and he’s screaming, but it’s hard to hear him over pounding in your head. That’s when you hear the smoke detector. That familiar beep beep beep beep sound that always went off unconventionally. You never guessed it could have been right, not until now.

The words finally fall from your mouth: “Call 911!”

“What’s the number?!” Fives cries. You speed past him, whipping out your phone and turning on the sink. The numbers displayed on the screen flash before your eyes, and as Fives dumps water over the hot flames, you calmly speak into your phone. It’s as if you’ve been trained for this, for a life-or-death situation that would most definitely break you in the long run.

You were already broke as it was, paying for bills on your own and the college debt that left you waist-deep in nothing. After your mum had been hospitalised due to her condition, you’ve been on your own, with only Fives as that little bit of domestic support. He couldn’t work, not when he didn’t have a passport, proof of his citizenship, or really of his existence as a whole.

After all, he was technically still a ‘fictional character’.

When the fire department arrive, you and Fives already have the fire out. It was a miracle that the fire hadn’t spread to the rest of your home, but still a complete loss for your poor stove and toaster.

“I’m sorry...”

You turn to Fives and cup his cheek. His eyes are downcast as you run your fingers against his smooth skin. He feels guilty, that much you can tell, but you can’t blame him. You simply don’t have the strength to when you are oh so tired. “I bet it was a malfunction in the machinery.” you quietly answer. “It’s not your fault, love.”

He meets your gaze with doe-like eyes that remind you just how young he is on the inside. “But I--”

You shut him down with a peck on the lips and link your hands in his. When the firemen are done inspecting the house for any possible flames you might’ve missed, you walk back inside and give your mum a ring. She doesn’t care much about the house. It’s all you and Fives that matters, just as any parent should think. You’re grateful she isn’t angry, and more so that she tells you insurance will cover everything just fine.

The next week go smoothly. You pass your test with flying colours, your mum’s health is as stable as ever, and the house recovers with the help of insurance. The only issue you have left is the aching pain in your chest.

Whenever you pass that stupid TV, all broken with the cracks and dark memories, it hurts. You know it shouldn’t when your father is locked away in jail, but it does, for what could have been. If your father weren’t such a jerk, then maybe you could have what you see on TV. The family where the father comes home with the mother after work, and they greet their children with smiles and hugs and kisses and ‘I love you’s that you’ll never be able to hear.

Fives isn’t blind to the pain you carry. He sees it as clear as day, yet it’s almost impossible for him to make it go away. The most he can ever do is ease it, no matter how hard he tries.

Today you’re wrapped in his arms on the couch with a Spotify playlist in the background blaring through a small speaker. It’s quiet, save for the faint melody of a song you never cared to learn the name of.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly say. Fives perks up at the solemn tone in your voice and brings you closer to his chest. “What are you sorry for?” You glance at the broken TV, then the empty house with a long sigh. “This.” You say it as if ‘this’ explains everything. It doesn’t, and Fives knits his brows together.

“If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.” he says. “I can’t work, I don’t have an education. It’s not like I can join the military either when I’m not even supposed to exist here.” He rests his head on top of yours and your shoulders slump. “I wish I could help you more.” By ‘more’ you know he means ‘soothe the pain in your heart’. You don’t say anything though, and that’s because you’re still tired.

You lean against his chest and close your eyes. His heartbeat is your bacta today. It helps to ease your mind knowing that he’s here every step of the way. He won’t leave you. Never.

Beep! Beep!

Your eyes snap open and you sit up. Fives hands you your vibrating phone, his secure arm still around your shoulders. You tap on the screen and place the speaker to your ear. “Hello?”

“Is this (Y/f/n)?”

“Yes.”

“You were the only contact on the list, so I thought it would be fitting to call. I’m really sorry, but (M/f/n) has passed at eleven fifty-two P.M. I’m sorry for your--”

The phone slips out of your hands. You can’t bear to hear the rest because it hurts too much. After being on your own with the bills, the money, college--everything, it’s like a smack to the face, the final breaking point that sends you over the edge.

Fives doesn’t need to hear your voice to know what happened. He’s seen that face too many times to count that it’s ingrained in his mind like the very tattoo on his forehead. Your eyes well and you practically throw your arms around him. “Fives...Fives...”

“It’s okay.” he gently says. “I’m still here.” He is all you have left with your parents gone. You’ve been thrown into this wayside world, where nothing is perfect and nothing goes right, but Fives is here. He’s still here.

You don’t remember closing your eyes, or falling asleep against Fives’s chest, but when you open your eyes, all that sticks is fear. The staple screeches of blaster fire and charges blare in your ears as you rake yourself off the dark ground. You aren’t wearing your PJs, but a nice pair of Jedi robes you were sure you hadn’t ever seen in your life.

The bodies at your feet make you feel sick, and not because the lifeless corpses aren’t moving, but because you can practically feel the absence of warmth they were supposed to exude.

“GET DOWN!”

Arms are around you again, and as dirt and grass and branches of odd plants fly past by, you tumble to the ground in a heap. It’s hard to see through the dark haze the planet provided, but you know it's Fives who saved you. That much you can tell by the pressure of his grip and the shake of his breath. He hauls you somewhere off to the side, a little further away from the front lines as his brothers barrel past him.

“(Y/n).” He grips your shoulders. Hard. You stare up at his frantic eyes, bewildered, and frankly, scared. You could have died, or worse, ended up a mangled mess as you died a slow, painful death. “Where--what--we were just--?”

“I don’t know.” he says. “But I guess you’re a Jedi.” His gaze falls on the lightsaber swinging from your belt. “Can you...?” You unclip the cool metal that feels so right in your hands. It’s not too light, and not too heavy, as if it were tailored for you and only you.

The mesmerising (colour) light of your saber shines upon your face as you thumb it on. Fives sends you a reassuring nod as he throws on his bucket and whips out a blaster. “You’re a fast learner, you can do this Cyar’ika." You take one glance at the explosions to your left and nearly freeze. You’re a fast learner? You can do this cyar’ika? What kind of nonsense was Fives spewing?

Learning how to cook was different from fighting for your kriffing life.

Fives doesn’t give you much time to think as you swing around you lightsaber. You’re running on pure muscle memory now, from all the times you had to run in gym, all the times you played around with your plastic lightsaber. Who knew any of that would come in handy?

It’s a miracle you’re even able to block the incoming blaster bolts, as if you had done this for years and not five seconds.

“(Y/n)!”

Your shoulders tense. That wasn’t Fives, it was Anakin Skywalker. He blocks a few blaster bolts and motions for you to come to him. You do, slicing a droid down its middle like it were warm butter. “(Y/n),” Anakin says again, “where were you? I’ve been looking for you for the past fifteen minutes!”

“Uh...I...”

Anakin glances at the confused look on your face and you feel like you’ve just disappointed him. A frown bursts onto his face like he’s just seen the galaxy’s worst disappointment: you. “What’s wrong? Did you hit your head?” He doesn’t give you time to answer. He already knows you have no idea what’s going on, as if an invisible tie connected your thoughts to his.

But of course he knew, he was a Jedi.

Suddenly, his eyes widen. He nearly drops his lightsaber as he tackles you to the ground, panting, silently begging for time to be on his side. At first, you can’t feel anything, but as soon as your arm twitches, it’s there: a burn and sharp pain like you’ve never felt before. Anakin’s lips move, but you can’t hear a word that comes out of his mouth.

You want to cry, to gasp out in pain, but it’s too much, and you black out.

Pain. That’s the first thing you feel as you sit up with a low hiss. “Glad you’re awake Commander.” Your eyes are wide as you meet Kix’s comforting smile. Although you sense a flicker of joy, there’s a heavy weight on his shoulders you understand. He’s stressed, but not just about your condition, but his brothers’ and everyone else his heart could reach. He was a healer, just as you were supposed to be.

“You took a nasty hit there, but you’ll be good as new.” he said. “Give it a few weeks or so.” You ripped your gaze from his and took in the sights of the hazy planet. After being thrust into the mayhem, you finally realise just where in the galaxy you were. “Kix, this is Umbara, right?” you inquire. He knits his brows together and you just know he’s beyond concerned for your health.

“Yeah,” he slowly replies, “why?” You shrug, but he clearly doesn’t want to let you off the hook. Not when you’re needed on the battlefield for a campaign you know will go south. “No reason.”

“I swear if you have amnesia...” He trails off and meets your eyes, as if searching for a sign to reassure him that he wouldn’t have another thing thrown on his plate. “Commander, if I may ask, do you remember what our mission is?”

“To...capture the Umbaran base not too far from here?”

Kix frowns. He’s disturbed, as if you told a gory horror story. For a second, you wonder why, but then it hits you like a rock in the face. Anakin saved you, and the orders you relayed just now hadn’t been announced until after his departure, when Krell arrived right after. “Wait, no--I mean--Kix, I can explain. Fives and I, we’re--” You try to sit up, but he forces you to sit back against a tree trunk.

“I think you should sit down for a little.” he said. “Just...give it a minute Commander. Maybe you’re in shock.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Fives?” Your open-ness with Kix surprises you, but you blame it on how many times you’ve re-watched the Clone Wars on Disney Plus as a distraction from your piling college debt. He frowns again just like before. “Fives? I haven’t seen him since--”

“(Y/n)!”

Oh that voice. You could spot that even among his own brothers. “Fives!” you exclaim. He’s already at your side, staring at the bandage covering the wound on your shoulder. “How is it?” he inquires. You shrug. “I thought it would be worse, but it’s okay.” You’re fighting hard to keep from wincing and Fives can see it. “Kix did an outstanding job.” You nod towards the medic, who remains in his spot wide-eyed.

Kix knows something is wrong. Since when were you and Fives so close? Let alone so...touchy?

“Cyar’ika, you’re really bad at hiding that you’re in pain. I can see it.”

Kix’s jaw goes slack. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. He doesn’t say anything as Fives grasps your hand in his because he’s still processing everything. When had you both been in a relationship? When had this even happened? What did he have for breakfast this morning? His memory is all hazy and he knows something isn’t right.

“Fives,” he slowly begins, “when...” Kix can’t bear to finish the sentence. If anyone found out, he could be court-martialled or even wiped of his memory or executed. He couldn’t let that happen to his brother. Not after Echo. Not after all the suffering he endured.

Fives suddenly releases your hand. His expression goes blank as he meets Kix’s gaze. “Please, you can’t tell anyone.” There’s a graveness in his voice that matches the solemn tone of the planet, as if he’s expecting a lurking enemy around the bend. Kix wants to say more. He wants to lecture Fives and his Commander about how dangerous this predicament was, but he can’t.

Not when they were looking at him like that. Like their lives depended on it.

“Alright.” he finally says. “I promise.”

When Kix gives the ‘okay’ sign for (Y/n) to get up, she follows Fives out from behind the cover of the trees. Kix eyes the closeness of their hands, the way their shoulders seem to brush every now and then, and the whispers lost to the wind.

“I can’t believe this...” he mumbles to himself. He rips his gaze away from his friends and walks over to check on the wounded.

You aren’t sure what to do as you pass a few members of the 501st. Some salute you while others continue their tasks. Everything you thought you knew about this arc suddenly goes down the drain. What was going on? Did Anakin already leave? Who were you to these men? To this world?

“(Y/n)!”

Anakin jogs over to your side, placing a hand on your uninjured shoulder comfortingly. He furrows his brows as you knit your own as a subtle sign of confusion. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he says. “Kix told me you’d be fine. He said it was just a graze.” Anakin pauses for a moment and frowns. “What’s wrong? I sense your confusion.”

Wonderful. He senses your confusion.

“I...” You glance at Fives, but he’s just as clueless as you. Anakin’s hand leaves your shoulder and wraps around a lightsaber on his belt. He hands the beautiful hilt to you, that frown still plastered on his lips. “You know, if anything is wrong, you can always tell me. I’m your master, I’m supposed to help you.”

Wait, what?

“It’s kind of my job.”

You almost have the urge to smile, but that last bit about him being your master just hits you in the wrong way. Did that mean you stole Ahsoka’s role? It’s suddenly hard to look Anakin in the eye. Even though he was trying to make you feel better, it only made you feel worse.

Anakin’s lips twitch upward into a reassuring smile and he breaks from your side. “By the way, we move out in the next fifteen minutes.”

The next hour is a complete hell of blaster fire, grenades, and death. You’ve never fought one day in your life, and a part of you wishes you hadn’t. What you know will haunt you forever are the screams of those who fight a war they never had a say in.

After a group of Y-wing bombers swoop in as assistance, Krell comes planetside. He’s taller in real life and much more intimidating than the screen could ever capture. A lingering coldness seems to sink in your bones as he waltzes out of the gunship. You glance at Anakin, but he’s already greeting Krell with a grateful look on his face you just want to slap away.

“Master Krell,” he says. “Thanks for the air support.” Krell inclines his head respectfully. “Indeed General. The locals have proven to be more resourceful than we anticipated.” Something inside you tells you to stay alert. It might have been the Force, but you can’t tell. Krell’s very presence seemed to cloud your mind and you could only assume this was the power of the Dark Side.

It was so much worse than described in the books or movies and shows. The sensation left you feeling cold and overwhelmed with fear you’ve never felt before. It seemed today, you were learning more than your puny brain could handle.

Anakin raises a brow at Krell. “But that’s not the reason for your visit.” Krell shakes his head. “No. The Council has ordered you back to Coruscant, effective immediately.” Anakin’s brows shoot upward. You can feel the surprise and blatant worry without having to see his face. “What?” he exclaims. “Wh-why?”

Krell crosses his arms across his chest. “I’m afraid a request has been made by the Supreme Chancellor and the council obliged. That is all they would tell me.” You purse your lips together and glance at Anakin, who in turn glances at you. “Well I can’t just leave my men and my padawan.”

“I’ll be taking over in the interim.” answers Krell. His tone comes out rather pushy, like he’s practically itching to take charge and put the 501st to death. The mere thought of what would happen after Anakin’s leave makes you shrink back. It’s a silent plea to your master not to go, but as everyone around here knows, orders are orders, even if they’re questionable.

Rex glances at you and then Anakin’s troubled expression. “Don’t worry about a thing, Sir.” he dutifully says. “We’ll have the city under Republic control by the time you’re back.” Anakin takes it upon himself to introduce the Captain to Krell, who in turn gives a simple ‘good to hear that’ and wishes Skywalker well.

Anakin turns to you and offers a comforting smile. For a moment, it makes the cold recede into warmth and love and light. “I know you’ll do fine.” He pats your shoulder in a silent telling to relax. “Master Krell, know that my padawan is more than capable both on and off the battlefield.”

“Of course.” You can’t tell if he’s sneering or not. His face is practically glued in a never ending scowl. “I will keep that in mind.” Anakin gives you one last nod and marches off to the gunship. You watch as it soars away, further and further until it’s hidden beneath the thick fog of the planet.

Rex makes his way over to Krell’s side. He says something, but you aren’t paying attention--well, until Krell speaks.

“I find it very interesting, Captain,” he begins, “that you are able to recognise the value of honour for a clone.” Your eyes widen. Oh the nerve.

“Stand at attention when I address you.” Krell adds. Rex’s shoulders stiffen and it takes all your willpower not to scream. You glance at the other boys silently watching the exchange with bated breath. They followed Rex’s display, keeping their shoulders back and heads tilted at a perfect ninety-degree angle. You frown to yourself as Krell looks down upon your men. “With all due respect Master Krell--”

He glances at you like you’re nothing more than the dirt beneath his feet. “No respect is due when you are interrupting me, Padawan (L/n). It would do you well to know where your place stands.” You open your mouth to say something, but Krell is already talking again. “Have all platoons ready to move out immediately.” He marches somewhere far from your sights and you really don’t care where in the galaxy he’s going as long as it’s away from you. “That is all.”

Fives sends you a look that you can’t even begin to explain. You sigh and it takes all your willpower not to say something snarky. Krell’s appearance was expected along with his terrible display of violence, but it wouldn’t have ever occurred to either of you that you’d be here to see it.

“He’s more of a jerk than I thought...” you whisper to yourself. Rex knits how brows together. He looks like he wants to chime in, but the swift flash of conflict in his heart tells him otherwise. It just wasn’t what a soldier was supposed to do. You were no soldier though, much less a Jedi Padawan at that.

Why should that matter? If you were here, on Umbara where all the wrongs could never be fixed by the rights, then you couldn’t think about not knowing what to do. Here, you were someone, not a nobody struggling through college or scraping by with whatever dollars you could spare. Here, you had people who relied on you to lead them to victory. To another day.

These men, these boys--they were bound to suffer a fate they had no say in because of the chips, because of Palpatine, because of all the corruption you saw on screen. Now, all this was more than a show. You were in it with living, breathing people. You wouldn’t let them down.

“Rex.” You turn to face him and lower your voice. Even if you’ve never spoke to him, interacted with him, or even looked him in the eyes like you do now, you speak to him like a friend, as if you’ve known him for all the years the war raged on.

“I don’t trust Master Krell.” you quietly begin. “I know you’ve heard good things about his...accomplishments, but that doesn’t mean we can follow him blindly into battle. If something’s up with his tactics, I won’t hesitate to change them. I’m not very good at that though, so I’m relying on you to help me.”

He doesn’t even hesitate to nod. “Yes, Sir. You have my word.” His trust and loyalty to you outranks the amount he’d give to Krell on every single level possible. It’s something you thought you’d never see--devotion to a single cause, a single person, in the face of battle. The only other person you had seen such loyalty in is Fives, but now, you’re beginning to understand the pattern, or rather, culture.

You heave in a deep breath and break from his intense gaze. “Thank you Rex, I really...I really appreciate it.” He seems to understand your unease and puts it upon himself to round up the platoons. “Alright boys!” he shouts. “You heard the Commander! Come on, let’s get a move on!”

Good man, that Rex.

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Marching. That is what you’ve been doing for the past five hours, and if you remember correctly, you’ll be at it for another ten. It was a miracle you weren’t as worn as you could have been, but you guessed it was because of Fives’s energy. It kept you in step, in line with the rest of your men.

“So I say to her, baby you--”

Cue a long line of sighs and groans. “What is with you vod?” inquires Jesse. “You’re not charming Hardcase.” Kix bumps shoulders with Jesse. “Neither are you. Your cheesy jokes scare people away.” Hardcase sends Kix a funny look. “Not like you’re any better Mr. Pretty Boy, you don’t even carry lotion on you.”

Hardcase, Jesse and Fives burst into a tough fit of giggles. Kix goes silent for a moment, heaving in a sharp breath before actually laughing. You gape at him. It’s impossible to even begin imagining the stress he’s under after seeing so many of his brothers die in his arms. He’s a medic, but with that comes a responsibility greater than holding up the sky.

“You’re right about that.” Kix admits with another chuckle. “But at least I can read five textbooks in my spare time without getting bored.” Fives rolls his eyes and you almost smile. “Like that’s anything to brag about. Our Commander here can probably read ten.” You glance at Fives, who you can just tell is grinning madly under that bucket. “No I can’t.”

“Uh, yeah you can.” he sassily replies. “Throw a few reports on top of it and a due date, too. She’s amazing.” You glance at Kix, sensing his curiosity that seems to bloom as soon as your eyes meet his. Hardcase and Jesse are quick to catch on, glancing between you and Fives like it were a tennis match.

“Hmm... Something’s not right here.” Jesse comments, peering at Fives. You want to glare at your boyfriend, but how can you stay mad at him? He’s absolutely right about you and you know it.

Kix sends you both a look that clearly says, ‘are you gonna tell them?’. Now you glance at Fives, who then glances at you, which finally makes you turn to Kix and then the two curious boys. Jesse suddenly stumbles over a rock, not because he’s clumsy, but because he’s shocked.

Oh no.

“Not to be intrusive, but are you...?” Jesse tapped the air, as if connecting the dots. “No way. No way. Does anyone, you know, know?” Everyone eyes Rex, who’s only a couple meters up front. As if written in a book, Rex turns to look over his shoulder, his gaze so happening to zero on you and Fives.

“Why are you such a loud mouth Jesse?!” Fives whisper-screamed. You face-palm. “That wouldn’t have happened in the first place if we had, I don’t know, whispered?”

“How was I supposed to know? I didn’t think I was actually--”

“Quiet back there.” Rex’s steady voice orders. He slows his pace to match your own, tilting his line of view towards the group of rigid boys. “If you keep that up, you’ll find out a lot faster that not everyone is good at keeping secrets.” And with that, he nods your way, picking up the pace to settle back in his old spot.

Hardcase looks between his brothers and you. “I still don’t get it.”

You smile at him weakly. It’s all you can muster. Fives’s hand brushes yours; a silent sign of comfort. You look up at him, and even with that bucket, you know he’s smiling like you put all the stars up in the sky. All you know in that moment is if you were him, and he were you, neither of you would survive.

The galaxy is big, but the universe is wide.

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♚ julian devorak x reader {call boy} ||

♡ Chapter One: The Occurrence ♡ story tw: nsfw, prostitution ♡ rich female reader ; modern au ♡ link to prologue here!

“Asra you didn’t have to do this,” The call boy teased at his sleeves, bluish-grey eyes staring down at the tips of his black-laced, leather-clad feet. Images passed by, lights bright amongst the vast city of Vesuvia. To him, Vesuvia was always better when the sun went down.

“I’m a grown man. I’m more than capable enough to handle myself.”

But the derisive snort that came from the receptionist’s lips were enough to bring a sneer upon Julian’s face, nose curling discontentedly. Of course Asra still sought to found a way to subtly insult him. Why wouldn’t Asra be mocking him at this time?

But was that so uncommon? No.

The two have know one another for years, and Asra knew the call boy like the back of their hand.

“Stop whining already. This is your first call where new clientele requested you by name! When does that ever happen?” The fluffy haired receptionist teased, hands gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, “And I, uh, looked up her name... Did you know she’s the leading entrepreneur for Vesuvia Enterprise? She’s probably loaded! You hit the jackpot, Ilya!”

And as much as Julian wanted to convince himself that Asra was just over-exaggerating, it wasn’t a lie; Asra never lied when it came to information on new clients. They pointed out how it was mainly for assurance of workers safety with callers; to assure their staff would make it back to the building the next day.

“I looked at her request form. It seemed like she didn’t want you to do any planning for tonight. All she wrote was that she had it all covered.” The lump in the back of Julian’s throat grew, knowing too well as to why the businesswoman would say such a thing...

—♔—

“H-Hello..?” The auburn-locked man spoke hesitantly into the phone, hands trembling with trepidation. His breath caught in the back of his throat, her voice smooth and daunting with the clever agrestal of wild verdure.

“So~ You’re Julian Devorak?” Sweat rolled down the back of his neck. Julian was never this nervous with a caller like this. Hell, he’d never even spoken with a caller before a meeting! Asra was the one who did all the talking and intel verifications before a request form was issued.

But she was insistent to send a message to him personally, promising to the receptionist that it would just be a moment.

And by gods did she sound attractive to Julian, her tonality alone daring the mere call boy to speak: “...Yes-” “Hm. Sounds like a bottom’s name.”

His eyes widened, choking on a way for words. Did he hear her correctly? Why did he feel like his face was on fire? And why was Asra looking at him like that? Questions stormed the back of Julian Devorak’s mind, wandering for a response.

Finding the courage to speak again though was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me... Listen Julian Devorak, I am... A very busy woman; I don’t have the time for pointless babble, so let’s cut to the chase why don’t we?” He couldn’t help but listen in, rather insulted with the amount of times she had spoken over him. Nonetheless, Julian’s intrigue got the best of him, sighing in defeat. It seemed like that’s all she wanted to hear, practically feeling her smirk on his ear through the end of the line.

“Tonight, 10 pm. My house. I’ve sent your outfit to your facility. All arrangements are to be my doing; Just bring your cute face in fancy clothes, why don’t you?”

—♔—

“Julian, you know... If something happens you can still call me. I know things are still messy but-” Julian sharply inhaled, “You’re really bringing this up now? Asra. I’m fine, see? I’m wearing these ridiculous clothes and I’m going to be back home to tuck Portia into bed. Everything’s fine! Tonight’s job is no different than any other one I have done. Got it?”

The silence was penetrating, rancid amongst the space between the two individuals. It seemed like Asra accepted their fate, allowing Julian to bare the weight on his back alone... Like he always has. The red head was the first to break the silence, melancholy laced in his shaky voice. He was nervous to say the least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow... Okay?” And ever so hesitantly, Julian popped open the car door, standing before the building. The farther he seemingly looked up, the more he felt as if the building never ended; Extending upwards to touch the sky with it’s great expanse. Lights illuminated, speckled amongst for him to decipher who were night owls and who weren’t. Before his fingers could touch the door handle, The bellwoman beat him to it, offering a smile the mousy man’s way.

Each and every heavy footstep he took, he managed to venture forth, shoes clacking against the white marble grounds he stood upon, his hand brushing against the receptionists desk, pulling away hesitantly. For a moment, Julian was tempted to tap onto the desk and reach the man’s attention himself.

But when he peaked up from the computer, pushing his glasses down to get a look of the call boy, Julian froze. “Are you new? What’s your name?”

“Oh, right! Uh- Julian Devorak?” The receptionist didn’t even have to look back to his screen to knowingly point a finger to the right.

Julian furrowed his brows, hesitantly stepping away to go towards where the rather rude receptionist was pointing, seeing a guard raise a hand to him. Breaking the first barrier was more intimidating than the red head thought it would be, though somehow he kept his composure upright.

He was escorted by two security women through the hallway, leading him to a rather pristine elevator square. Iron gates were pulled open by a liftwoman, revealing it to be an old-fashioned escalator. It was her turn to raise a gloved hand, motioning for him to come towards her. Julian sheepishly entered, standing rather distant, idle even beside her. Ding...

“I presume you’re Julian Devorak?” The lady spoke, a small chuckle resonating through the enclosed space. He shifted, sending a nod her way.

“I am... How do you know who I am?” Ding...

“Well, all of the staff here knows of you. Ms. L/N was rather insistent on making you feel welcomed here... I take it the staff wasn’t that sort?” He nodded once more, “They aren’t the brightest. Don’t take it so hard, believe me... I’m Sae; Been operating the elevators for Ms. L/N since I could remember.”

She took ahold of his hand, giving it a rather hardy shake. Julian stumbling forward from the force of her pull, while retracting his hand back into his opposing one the moment she let go. Her hands rested upon her hips, turning to face forward once again.

“Oh, I see. Well, this may not be the most appropriate thing to ask, but perhaps you would have an answer? Uh... Do you have any advice?” the rotund woman laughed, raising an eyebrow to the lanky and awkward man, “It’s not my place to say anything of Ms. L/N... Between you and me, we shouldn’t even be talking to one another right now.” Ding...

The escalator rode to the topmost floor, the same white marble touching his visage once more. Ivory pillars amazed him and Italianate designs astounded him, butlers pulling the familiar iron doors open for him, revealing the pinnacle of the entrepreneur’s success within her penthouse.

It was almost surreal to Julian, to an extent where he ended up looking back past his shoulder:

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, Mr. Devorak. Best wishes to you.” Ding...

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The Warrior and the Embers

Chapter 25: A Royal Visit

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Rowan shifted uncomfortably, rolling his weight from left to right. Aelin glanced up at him, her brow furrowed. Apparently, the small motion hadn’t escaped her notice. It didn’t help that Rowan usually kept his body exceptionally still.

But this evening hardly counted as ‘the usual.’

They were standing at the entrance to the fortress, in the small interior courtyard that rested just behind the battlement wall. Rowan hadn’t changed for the evening, only bothering to don his cleanest overcoat and leave the more cumbersome of his weapons behind in his rooms.

Aelin, however, had bathed, dressed in a pleasant yellow tunic and loose pants, and carefully braided her hair across her brow and rolled it beneath her right ear. It was almost like a crown – a golden circlet.

She was practically radiant.

In fact, the only thing marring her appearance was the scowl currently darkening her features. Not that there was anything Rowan could do about that. Well, except for freeing her of any obligation to help him through this evening.

Not that that was much of an option. The closer the royals drew, the more convinced Rowan was that the only thing that would keep him from completely losing a handle on his temper was Aelin’s presence.

Remelle’s icy laugh wafted through the mist and towards the fortress gates, accompanied by the sound of bells and merry voices. They were close. Rowan barely manage to suppress a groan. As it was, a huff of breath escaped through his nostrils.

Aelin slid him a sideways glance. “Really? You need my help with these prancing idiots?”

Rowan clenched his jaw, and sent her his most vicious glare. She didn’t react. “Keep your voice down,” he muttered, and gave a pointed glance to her ears.

She rolled her eyes, but her lips closed into a disdainful frown and stayed that way. Rowan’s gaze lingered perhaps a little bit too long on her mouth.

He jerked his head away just as the company came into view, passing over the drawbridge and entering the small inner courtyard where he and Aelin stood in wait.

There was a total of five Fae in the party, two bored-looking guards having accompanied the three royals. Remelle was in the lead, her pale blond hair twisted carefully into place, her snow-white face touched with rose petals, her posture perfectly poised to show off her figure. She was stunning. No matter how much Rowan disliked the female, he had to reluctantly concede that fact.

Remelle’s piercing blue eyes flared bright as they fixed on him, and her expression shifted, becoming snakelike. A serpent with it eyes on the mouse. Rowan’s jaw tightened, anger curdling in his gut.

The female was beautiful, but she had nothing, nothing, on the soft perfection of the princess standing beside him. Her beauty was cold, her manner conniving and insincere. She thought nothing of others, had nothing driving her beyond blind ambition.

How Rowan had spent a whole season in her company was beyond him. He guessed there was something to be said for limited choices. And for giving in under pressure – she had been ferocious in her pursuit of him.

Rowan carefully let his gaze casually slide away from Remelle’s, fixing his expression into bland disinterest, and onto the next in line: Benson.

Rowan had last seen the male at a ball he’d been dragged into attending by Fenrys, half a dozen years earlier. Benson had gotten thoroughly drunk, cheated Fenrys at cards, ruined several other guests’ attires, and ended the evening flat on his ass in the middle of the dance floor, passed out drunk.

Rowan could also recall a few memorably rude comments escaping his lips at dinner, most of them directed a demi-Fae server. They now ran through his head, making his nostrils flare, and his lips curl in disgust.

In short, Rowan had little love for the male. But he didn’t outright despise Benson – Fenrys had taken his revenge for the card-cheating (with minor thievery and a dunk in the river), and the male had learned his lesson. Or at least, he appeared to have.

The last in line was Essar. She was also looking at Rowan, but her eyes were warm, and the hint of a smile lightened her expression. Her form was relaxed, comfortable and uncalculating. The opposite to Remelle.

And, she was the only one of the three royals who seemed to notice Aelin standing at his side. Her eyes tightened slightly in confusion, and she tilted her head, asking a silent question. Rowan ignored her, his gaze shifting over to the remaining members of the small party.

The two guards had straightened, their slumped shoulders now set back and their sloppy postures rigid, almost severe. They both looked intently at Rowan, in wariness or interest, he did not know.

Illar and Yestrya. Rowan had trained them both, a few decades’ past (or was it more than that now? He couldn’t remember) in preparation for war with the Parthynians. But they did not know each other well, and Rowan found himself wondering if the soldiers were acting thus to impress him, or if they were actually preparing themselves to fight in order to protect the royals under their guard.

Remelle slid gracefully off of her white mare, and advanced towards Rowan, her gaze intent. “Rowan!” she exclaimed, and held out her hands towards him.

“Lady Remelle,” he said coolly, and took her proffered fingers in his. She looked as if she expected a kiss in greeting, and Rowan barely managed to keep from shoving the lady out of his space as he dropped her hands unceremoniously and turned towards the others, now also dismounting.

“Lord Benson,” Rowan said evenly, and the male dipped his head in greeting. “Lady Essar.”

The female smiled warmly at him, her eyes glowing with a genuine kindness as she reached out her arms to greet him. Rowan took her fingers in hand much more willingly than he had Remelle’s, and he could almost feel the waves of ice emanating from Remelle in response to his obvious preference.

But irritatingly, Remelle recovered quickly, and by the time Rowan had dropped Essar’s fingers she was already smiling prettily and saying, “It’s been an age, hasn’t it? You never come to our parties, and Maeve keeps you all to herself.”

Remelle placed a proprietary hand on his shoulder, her long, thin fingers like spiders’ legs through the cloth of his overcoat.

Rowan felt his whole body go still. But Remelle either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, as she continued, “There was a time when I got to keep you to myself. Sometimes I miss those days.” Her face twisted into an exaggerated pout.

Rowan breathed deep, locking his muscles in place. Remelle’s hand felt like a thorn in his shoulder – aching to be ripped out. But instead of pushing her away, Rowan just turned to the guards and said, “Stables are to the left.”

They both nodded gratefully, evidently appreciative of the opportunity for a break from their companions, and the promise of a decent meal and a bed for the night. They left the courtyard quickly.

Aelin had been quiet through the introduction, a silent presence hidden in his shadow, lying in wait. He could sense her clever eyes taking in the royals, and marking them as only she could. The princess who was an assassin.

Rowan extended an arm in her direction, silently asking her to come forwards. For a moment, she hesitated, and while he didn’t exactly blame her, her reluctance still stung somehow.

But then she strode forwards, walking closer and closer, until she was standing right beside him, and he could have tucked her into his side. He had to stop himself from doing exactly that.

All of a sudden, Rowan’s breaths came easier, and his muscles began to unclench. “This is – Elentiya.” He had to stop himself from slipping and using her real name. “I’m training her at the queen’s request. Elentiya, this is Lady Remelle, Lord Benson, and Lady Essar.”

Aelin’s expression was blank and cold as she dipped her head at the royals. Remelle and Benson pursed their lips in annoyance, but Essar gave Aelin a warm hello, and she shot up somewhat in Rowan’s estimation.

“So you are a half-breed, then,” Benson said baldly, his dark eyes raking over her golden form greedily. Rowan bristled, his muscles trembling with the growl he forced down his throat.

Aelin’s smile was tight. “My great-grandmother was Fae. So if that makes me demi-Fae, l don’t know.”

Remelle shot Rowan an exasperated look. Really? You brought a half-breed to meet us? How common of you.

Rowan forced his expression to remain blank, straining his limbs into stillness. He was honestly impressed by Aelin’s self-control. Her embers were smoldering dully, but her face was calm and her scent was clean and light on his tongue. And instead of striding forwards and knocking the royals into the dirt, as he knew she must long to, she just stepped even closer to Rowan, until their arms brushed lightly against each other.

Now Rowan was forced to exercise control of a wholly other kind.

Meanwhile, Essar’s eyes were flicking between the pair of them, seeing and understanding far more than her two companions.

Though he and Remelle had been lovers, it was Essar who Rowan considered himself closest to. For a while, she and Lorcan had been involved, and he had seen her rather frequently. So she knew Rowan, knew his history and understood how he operated.

Perhaps enough to see more than Rowan was comfortable with.

But before he could either step away from Aelin or say something to justify her presence, Essar’s gaze relaxed and she said, “WeIl, I look forward to hearing about your adventures, Rowan – and how you came to be here, Elentiya. But ﬁrst, l think I should very much like a bath and something to nibble on.” She slid an apologetic look in Aelin’s direction. “I’d kill for anything chocolate right now.”

The hint of a smile graced Aelin’s face, and Rowan could almost feel the corners of his mouth lift too. But then he looked away from Aelin to see Remelle staring daggers at him, through her pleasant, smiling mask – and fury once again pooled in his stomach.

···

“So, you and Remelle,” Aelin’s voice teased from behind him, where she was lounging casually on the bed.

Rowan snarled, ripping the whetstone past his hunting knife with perhaps a bit too much force. He could smell the amusement in Aelin’s scent from all the way across the room.

They had just returned from dumping the royals at the baths, after showing them where their rooms for the night would be. Luckily for Rowan, there had been three demi-Fae more than happy to vacate their acceptably-large bedrooms if it meant getting out of the way of the royal visitors.

But there was still an hour before dinner, and Rowan didn’t think he would be able to take the anticipation for much longer. He didn’t know if he’d ever wanted something to be over and done with more than this evening.

Except perhaps his task training the princess. How that had changed.

But, as it seemed distinctly unlikely that his relationship with Remelle was about to pull even a splinter of the one-eighty his relationship with Aelin had, Rowan resolved to remain sullen, and pissed off.

Aelin, however, was not. He could feel her smiling behind his back, undoubtedly using his silence to supply her seemingly bottomless arsenal of mockery.

The words unwillingly fell from his lips. “Remelle was…a very, very big mistake.”

“Seems like she doesn’t think so.”

Rowan turned his head over his shoulder to glare at her. He had been right of course, Aelin was near-jubilant. “It was a hundred years ago.”

She didn’t blink. “She acts like you cast her aside this winter.”

“Remelle just wants whatever she can’t have. A condition many immortals suffer from to stave off boredom.”

“She was practically clawing at you.” Oh, Aelin was enjoying herself. It might have even been fun to watch if he hadn’t been so pissed off.

“She can claw all she wants, but I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Sounds like you made that mistake a few times.”

Rowan leveled a vicious gaze at her. “It was over the course of a season, and then I came to my senses.”

“Mmmm.” Aelin’s brows were touching the heavens, her lips tightly pressed together. A weak guard against the laughter threatening to explode from her chest.

Rowan stabbed the knife into the table and stalked over to her, a glower fixed to his face. “One laugh,” he warned. “Just one laugh, and I’m going to dump you in the nearest pond.”

Aelin was shaking now, the mattress trembling with the force of her barely-restrained delight.

Rowan leaned over her small frame, close enough that he could see every golden glint in her turquoise eyes. Close enough that her joyful embers caught in his throat – a pleasant spice, a delicious heat.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” he growled, and though he was furious, seeing her so happy was calling the hint of a grin to his own face. “If you – ”

The bedroom door clicked open, and Rowan was snarling before he even fully registered the sound. But then a familiar scent washed over him, rose and ice and swan feathers, and Remelle came into view.

She blinked in shock. “Oh!”

It took no time at all for Rowan to see the scene from Remelle’s perspective. Aelin, sprawled across the bed, comfortable and relaxed and familiar. Rowan, braced over her, far too close to be just casual. The smell of joy and teasing and playfulness that permeated the space. The way their scents mixed together, close and intimate…

Rowan straightened quickly, concealing his reluctance at having to leave behind Aelin’s warmth. “What do you want?”

Remelle’s eyes were grazing over the space, taking in all the details that marked Aelin’s presence – her hairbrush on the dresser, the undergarments she’d left tossed over the back of a chair, the ribbons she used to tie back her hair, the small boots in the corner beside his larger ones. All things that filled Rowan’s chest with a strange twisting whenever he saw them, but now sent worry shooting through his stomach.

“I wanted to catch up,” Remelle said, looking everywhere but at Aelin, “but it seems you are…occupied.”

“We’ll talk at dinner,” Rowan said simply, a clear dismissal.

But then Aelin popped up from the bed, her face lit up with a wicked grin. “I have to go help Emrys with the meal, actually.” She stood, and moved quickly towards the door. “Why don’t you stay, Remelle?”

Rowan sent her a glare that would have rendered even the hardiest soldier to a blubbering mess at his feet, but Aelin’s eyes just twinkled at him, and she sauntered off out the door and down the hall, whistling to herself. Leaving him alone with Remelle.

Rowan was going to kill her. As soon as they resumed training, he was going to murder her. And then murder her again.

Remelle was frowning in the direction Aelin had gone, her eyes unreadable. But when she turned back to face him, that serpentine smile was once again dancing on her lips. “Is this part of her training, too?”

He had no patience for this. “Get out.”

Remelle clicked her tongue. “Is that how you speak to me these days?”

"I don’t know why you bothered to stop here, or what you expect of me—”

“I heard you were here, and thought I’d say hello and spare you the tedious company of half-breeds. I didn’t realize you’d taken to them so much.”

Rowan pursed his lips. He had no desire to argue with the conniving female, and if he just outright denied her claim, all it would bring was a headache. But letting Remelle assume he was bedding Aelin was equally unacceptable.

It would, without a doubt, get back to Maeve. And the more she knew, the worse their footing would be when they inevitably returned to Doranelle. But – hmm. There was a chance –

“And who was it that told you I was here?”

“Maeve, of course. I complained to her that I missed you.”

Rowan nodded to himself. The question was whether or not Remelle was a willing or unknowing spy. Not that it changed much in all practicality. He still had to find a way to convince her that what she saw, wasn’t what she thought she did…

“As your friend, Rowan, l have to say…the girl’s rather beneath you.”

He held in a laugh. So Maeve hadn’t informed her of his purpose at Mistward. The thought was somewhat comforting. Maeve hadn’t pulled her very far into her confidences, spy or no.

“One,” he said, “you’re not my friend. Two, it’s none of your business.”

Remelle’s eyes narrowed, a promise of violence. Rowan could almost see her mentally zeroing in on Aelin, resolving to make every minute until she left a living hell for the princess, having no idea the manner of predator she was provoking.

So rather than see Remelle’s blood splattered across the fortress walls before dawn, he said, “There is a shortage of bedrooms here, and we’ve had to share quarters as a result.” Not quite a lie, but not the entire truth.

Remelle only switched tactics. “Well, I suppose that’s good news for Benson.”

“What.”

“He has needs that must be attended to, and finds her attractive enough. Maeve said it was more than fine if she – "

“If Benson lays one finger on her, he’s going to find himself without his insides.” The words escaped through is lips as fury rose up within Rowan like a tidal wave – breaching over dams of reason and restriction as if they were only pebbles, or woodchips. Maeve had suggested that the princess was available for – what? Prostitution? Sex on demand?

Rowan almost wanted to see him try it, wanted to watch the male burn to ash in an inferno of Aelin’s making just for even suggesting, for assuming that Aelin was his to do with what he wished –

Remelle’s surprised voice broke through his mental tornado. “Honestly, Rowan, what do you think most of the half-breeds wind up doing in Doranelle?”

Rowan was struck dumb. That, along with the rage still pulsing through his veins, rendered him momentarily speechless. Remelle just shrugged, indifferent. “Benson will be gentle with – ”

“Benson looks twice at her, and he dies. He looks twice at any of the females in this fortress and he dies.” The words were laced with a growl so fierce that they were barely understandable.

But Remelle understood. Perhaps too well.

Rowan didn’t know how much she had inferred from his reaction, and he didn’t care. His thoughts were tumbling through thornbushes. Did Lorcan know? Was he aware what went on in their city? It was disgusting – worse than disgusting. The Fae were better than that. But Maeve –

“I’ll make sure the warning is conveyed,” Remelle purred, and she left without another word, her rose-ice-and-feather flavored scent streaking behind her, a rippling cape.

A moment passed, Rowan collapsed on the bed, suddenly exhausted. For the first time that day, Rowan was no longer sure he actually wanted them all to make it through the evening unscathed.

He couldn’t help but think that they deserved it, that they all deserved it, many times over. Deep down, Rowan thought he’d known about the purpose of the demi-Fae in Doranelle. He must have.

He’d seen their empty, expressionless faces. Hopeless. Abandoned.

The weight of the world’s hatred settled in on him, bags on sand on his chest. The demi-Fae deserved better. They all deserved better: better than a system that crushed people underfoot, better than the seemingly endless wars, better than Maeve.

The thought curdled in his chest, the blood-oath twinging and pulling. Although deep down he’d always believed it, had always known it, he had never said such thing so blatantly, so openly, before.

The Fae deserved better than Maeve.

Guilt, and a deep, all-consuming shame twisted in his gut. He was hardly any better than she. Yes, he’d had no choices, but still, he had supported Maeve for most of his too-long life. Had helped her subjugate foreign peoples, had fought and killed and tortured on her orders.

But he had always known, deep down, that what he was doing was wrong. He’d just been too far gone to let himself care. Perhaps that was why Remelle’s and Benson’s attitudes grated on him so sharply.

They had no qualms. No doubts. And they supported her freely, without force or threat of punishment and death.

Yes, they deserved whatever they got. And in the grand scheme of things, what was one brawl, really?

···

From the moment they entered the dining hall, Rowan knew that the evening was completely hopeless. A lost cause. Each of them was a lit match, a shortening fuse, just waiting to set the whole room alight.

All Rowan wanted to do was sit back and watch the flames spew – but reason won out. Against his better judgement.

Rowan, as the highest-ranking member of the party, was forced to sit at the head of the table. The plan had been for Aelin to sit on his left side, with Essar beside her, leaving Remelle to his right side, and Benson next to her.

But Remelle, quicker than either he or Aelin had anticipated, had steered Benson into the seat intended for Aelin and taken the seat on Rowan’s other side for herself, trapping Rowan between the two of them and leaving Aelin with the option of sitting beside the icy female, or the leering male.

She chose Benson, to his obvious delight. The male’s dark eyes wrapped around Aelin’s figure greedily, taking in every curve and dip in her soft form, his oaky scent filling with lecherous intent.

Rowan’s gaze fixed on Benson, his expression turning lethal as the killing calm washed over him. If the male so much as twitched, if he made any move towards the princess whatsoever, Rowan would be ready.

Aelin studiously ignored the male, taking a too-casual sip from her wineglass.

For a minute or so, there was quiet as they waited for the first course to be brought out – a roast chicken soup that left Remelle and Benson frowning.

It tasted divine, but Rowan barely managed a spoonful before Remelle finally broke the silence. “So you’re from Adarlan’s empire.” The question was innocuous enough, but Remelle eyed Aelin the way one does a small animal right before you poke it with a stick.

Aelin took a slow spoonful of soup, her face carefully blank. “I am.”

Remelle didn’t pause for a second. “I thought l detected the accent – Adarlan and…Terrasen, am I right? They do mangle their words over there so brutally. I doubt even years here will cure you of the boorish accent.”

Rowan felt his muscles stiffening slowly, as if he were undergoing some alchemical process that was turning his limbs to stone. The fury was like magma, a force greater than any above the ground, yet it was unseen, hidden within the rock of his body. Even so, the threads of his self-control were beginning to fray…

Aelin, however, seemed to be keeping a better hold on her temper. She took another slow spoonful of soup.

Essar dipped into the silence next, saying, “I ﬁnd the accent quite charming, actually,” her pleasantry only somewhat forced. Benson grunted in agreement, giving Aelin another too-long look. Rowan’s fingers twitched.

“Well, you had such a provincial upbringing, Essar.” Remelle said brightly. “I’m not surprised that you like it.”

Essar’s face tightened, and her eyes flashed. There was a quick spark of invisible power, and when Remelle went to take a delicate sip of her soup, she let out a hiss and nearly dropped her spoon.

Essar had heated her stew. Rowan’s lips twitched. Essar gave the female an innocent, questioning look, but Remelle only said, “The beastly cook boiled this soup.”

Either the lady was denser than Rowan remembered, or she was purposefully misdirecting her anger in order to piss him and Aelin off. Either way, it was working. Aelin’s jaw was now clenched tight, and Rowan was ready to explode.

But before he could unleash any of his fury, Aelin breathed deep, checking her own anger, and turned to Essar. “You grew up in the countryside?”

Remelle rolled her eyes, but Essar smiled, giving Rowan time to breathe and regain some equilibrium. “My father owns a vineyard in the southeast of our territory. I spent my youth roaming the olive orchards and the cypress groves. But I moved to Doranelle when it was deemed time for me to enter society.”

“Alas, Essar has been rather unlucky when it comes to fulﬁlling her parents’ wishes to ﬁnd a proper husband,” Remelle said, her voice dripping with condescension.

But Aelin’s reaction was surprising. “Husband,” she asked, confusedly. “Not – mate?”

Rowan was unsettled to discover that the word barely touched him. In his current state, it should have toppled him over the edge, should have sent him reeling with pain and sorrow. Should have rent him through with the sound of Lyria’s screams.

But it didn’t. Which was almost more disturbing than the pain.

As if they were in another room, Rowan could hear Remelle click her tongue and provide an explanation, but the words did not touch him. He was far away, lost in the realization that he couldn’t remember the last time he had thought of Lyria, couldn’t remember the last time he had dreamed of her. And it terrified him.

But before he could completely lose himself to the swirling whirlpool of his thoughts, Remelle’s voice cut through the fog. “But as a half-breed, you won’t have to worry about such things. Finding a mate is even rarer for those with diluted blood – and none of us would marry you, anyway.”

This time, Rowan couldn’t hold in the hushed snarl that sent faint reverberations through the surface of the table.

They stared at each other, Aelin’s features frozen in place, Remelle just smiling sweetly back at her. But Essar’s brow was furrowed, and she was looking between Rowan and the princess as if she was putting the pieces together.

Her voice was soft, cautionary. “Remelle.”

But the lady ignored Essar’s warning, and instead turned to Rowan and began speaking in the language of the Fae, still smiling viciously. “You wouldn’t marry her, would you Prince Rowan? Maeve might tolerate a small dalliance, but marriage? Certainly not.”

When Rowan didn’t reply, Remelle turned to Benson. “Though she is rather pretty, is she not, Benson? A worthy addition to the notches on your bedpost?”

A flicker of a grin passed the male’s lips. “Certainly.”

Remelle opened her mouth to say something else, but then Rowan finally found his voice. “Speak the common tongue, Remelle.”

Remelle put a hand on her chest in a mockery of an apology. “Sometimes I forget – It’s not every day I’m in the company of half-breeds.”

Rowan’s muscles jerked involuntarily, tiny cracks beginning to appear in his stone form as the lava beneath began to bubble and spit.

He forced himself to remember why he had to avoid a brawl in the first place, why he had to keep control on himself, why Maeve couldn’t find out that he’d brawled with her spies –

Luca and Emrys appeared, bearing platters containing the next course – roast meats and vegetables – and they cleared the soup away, giving him a quick moment to recollect himself. Emrys loitered in the doorway for a moment, waiting to hear their reaction to his food.

Aelin took a bite of some rabbit, and nodded her enthusiasm to the old male. He grinned, his face flushing.

But then Remelle interrupted. “Rowan, it must be a trial for you to have to eat this day in and day out.” She pushed her meat around on her plate, setting her fork down with a damning clink.

Emrys slunk from the room noiselessly. Yet to Rowan, his departure echoed through the hallway, each soft step reverberating on his nerves like a gong.

His voice was lethal. “I eat better here than I do in Doranelle.”

“There’s no need to be nice on account of the help,” Remelle said. “if they don’t learn what we like, whatever will they do in the capital?”

Something in Aelin’s voice had curdled. “The next time you insult my friend, I’m going to shove your face into whatever plate is in front of you.”

Remelle blinked. “Well, I never – ”

“Remelle,” Essar whispered, insistent.

But Remelle just put a hand on Rowan’s forearm, her long, cold fingers like talons. “You mean to let her insult me like that? To make threats against a member of the royal household?”

Rowan went utterly still. “Get your hand off me.”

Remelle ignored him, instead turning to snap at Aelin. “You are dismissed from this table. Get out.”

Rowan felt the cold pleasure of the fury beginning to leak from his tense muscles as he loosened the grip of his iron resolve.

Aelin appeared to be at her limit as well. “Take your hand off him.”

“I can do as I please, and if you have any sense, you’ll vacate this hall before I have you whipped – ”

Before he could move, before he could even breathe, fire was erupting before his eyes, and Remelle’s panicked scream was echoing off the stones.

Rowan saw orange as a living flame wrapped itself carefully around Remelle, not burning, not singeing, just – encasing. Even the hand that was touching Rowan’s arm was ablaze with flickers of gold and red.

There was no heat to the flames, no threat – only light, and the bright, furious scent of Aelin’s power.

Rowan was stunned stupid.

Aelin had never even come close to displaying this degree of control, had never practiced anything even beginning to resemble such a feat. And yet, she had done it. Had wrapped the lady in her power as easily as one might clothe her in linen.

Remelle’s eyes were wide through the haze of flame, fear billowing from her in waves. Rowan felt his lips stretch into a grin.

She turned to Essar and said, shakily, “Release me.”

Essar only looked at Aelin, her face blank with shock and awe. “It’s not my magic.”

Aelin’s eyes tightened in pleasure, her red lips curving into a delicate smile as her flames flared with heat. Not enough to burn – only enough to make the lady sweat. To make her understand the precariousness of her position.

Then, Aelin said, her voice a loving caress, “If you ever raise a whip to anyone, I will find you, and I will make sure that these flames burn.”

Remelle seethed. “How dare you threaten a lady of Doranelle.”

Aelin laughed, wild and reckless and utterly free. “The next time you touch Rowan without his permission, I will burn you into ashes.” Then she turned to Benson. “And if you look at me or any female like that again, I will melt your bones before you have a chance to scream.”

Showing more wisdom than he thought the male capable of, Benson nodded quickly and averted his gaze.

Essar’s face paled as Aelin turned to her, pulling her teeth back into a snarl and saying, “You keep everything you learned here to yourself.”

Essar only nodded.

Aelin at last faced Rowan, the gold in her eyes molten with power and fury and delight. A mirror to his own amusement. “I defer judgement to you, Prince.”

Rowan turned to study Remelle, who was hardly breathing. Some deep, dark part of himself wanted to see her burn, wanted her to scream, to suffer for what she’d said. But the reasonable part of himself won out.

He jerked his chin. “Release her and let’s eat.”

The ﬂames winked out so fast it was if they’d never existed.

In the silence that fell, Remelle leaned over the arm of her chair and vomited on the ﬂoor.

···

Dinner concluded in silence, and they returned to their rooms with barely a word of goodnight to the Fae royals. Benson still couldn’t look Aelin in the eye, and Remelle was just quietly seething. Essar, however, was contemplative, her thoughts lost to him.

It had him worried.

But as he and Aelin undressed and got ready for bed, Rowan couldn’t stop thinking about how Aelin had jumped to his rescue, had lost control of her anger not when the lady had insulted her or Emrys, but when Remelle had tried to place a claim on Rowan.

Remelle had posed a threat to those Aelin saw as hers. And she had reacted in kind – swiftly and brutally.

Aelin had placed a claim on him.

Had declared one, openly and for all to see. He was hers – was her friend. And she would protect him with her words and her power, regardless of the social or political cost. In Doranelle, that meant something. Whenever a Fae invoked the Old Ways, it speared a bond into the ground, solidifying it.

They led down to sleep in silence, Rowan still lost in thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so comfortable in another’s presence. Not even with Gavriel did he feel so at peace. The jasmine and lemon verbena of Aelin’s scent washed over him, tying him in knots.

The heat of her body warmed the blankets pleasantly, and Rowan found himself longing to reach out and touch her. To stroke his hand across her face. To tangle his fingers in her hair.

She had stood up for him, had claimed him. And he wanted her.

The blood oath pulsed uncomfortably in his chest, an unwelcome reminder.

“If I never see them again, it’ll be too soon,” Aelin’s voice pierced the darkness of their room.

Rowan let out a low laugh. “I though you liked Essar.”

“I do, but…you should have heard her trying to get me to talk in the kitchen.”

“About what?”

Aelin was still facing away from him, looking out the moonlit window. “About you. About our – relationship. I think you’ll go home to a host of unpleasant rumors.”

Rowan grimaced. “I think the status of our relationship will be the least of the rumors after tonight.”

There was a pause, and then: “Essar said that you and Lorcan once decimated a city together.”

Rowan hissed in surprise and remembered pain. “Ah. Sollemere.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“That’s because it doesn’t exist anymore.” His voice was wry.

She turned over, staring at him in the moonlight that slipped in through the curtains. Her face was pulled into a worried frown. “You wiped it off the map – literally?”

Rowan hesitated for a moment, considering. “Sollemere was a place so wicked, full of monstrous people who did such unspeakable things, that…even Maeve was disgusted by them. She gave them a warning to stop their ways, and said if they…”

He clenched his jaw at the memories that flooded his mind. Images of children, of babies, sacrificed at the altar, raped and beaten and mutilated. All in the name of some half-remembered god.

Sollemere’s priests were beyond anything he had seen, lost to the esoteric workings of their own brutal machinations, adrift in a world where it was not only acceptable, but revered, to bathe in the blood of thousands and consume the flesh of their enemies.

Rowan huffed a breath, his throat tight. “There are some acts that are unforgivable – and I won’t stain this room by mentioning them. But she swore to them that if they continued to do it, she would obliterate them.”

“Let me guess; they didn’t listen.”

“No. We got out as many children as we could with our legion. And when they were safely away, Lorcan and I leveled it to dust.”

“You’re that powerful.”

Rowan stared at her. “You don’t seem shocked by it.”

Aelin’s voice was pragmatic. “You’ve told me plenty of harrowing stories. If what these people did was so awful that you won’t repeat it, then I’ll say they had it coming.”

“So bloodthirsty.”

“Is that a problem for you?”

“I find it endearing.”

Aelin gave him a playful shove, but he caught her hand and gripped it in his own, feeling the rough calluses that marked her scarred skin. “You could do that, you know,” Rowan said softly. “Make an entire city burn.”

Her voice was just as soft. “I hope I never have to.”

“So do I.” He threaded his fingers through hers and held them up to examine the scars along the back of her hand, her fingers. Scars that marked her for who she was, just as his tattoo marked him.

His lips twitched. “But I’ll never forget the look on Remelle’s face when you shot fire out of your mouth and eyes.”

“I did not.” She was almost indignant, and Rowan laughed softly in response.

“Part woman, part dragon.”

“I didn’t spew flames.”

“Your eyes were living gold.”

Aelin just narrowed those same eyes at him, a question. “Are you going to reprimand me?”

Rowan lowered their joined hands to the bed, but didn’t let go. “Why should I? She was given fair warning, she ignored it, and you followed through. It follows the Old Ways, and you had every right to show her how serious you were.”

There was a moment of silence where Aelin seemed to be considering that, her face angled down towards their entwined fingers. Then she said, her voice tentative, “It scared me – how in control I was. How much I meant it. It scared me that I wasn’t scared. It scared me that…”

She trailed off, and her gaze flicked up to meet his. Her eyes were filled with a deep emotion that he could not name, but felt reflected in his very bones. “It scared me that …”

Rowan read the silent sentences right off of her worried face.

It scared me that I’ve come to care so much about you that I’d draw that sort of line in the sand. It scared me that I would burn and maim and kill for you, and yet and yet at the end of the day, you still belong to Maeve, and there is nothing I can do, no amount of burning and maiming and killing, to keep you with me.

Rowan felt his heart beating in his toes. He released Aelin’s hand, only to raise his pale fingers to her soft cheek, as he had been longing to do all evening. Had been longing to do for days.

Aelin closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, as if she understood what he was trying to say, as if she knew the words that were written on his face without even having to look.

I know.

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The next morning, the royal party readied themselves to depart, the first light of dawn still shining through the mists. Rowan didn’t bother to bring the princess down to see them off. Assuming, correctly, that her presence wouldn’t exactly be welcome so soon after the events of the previous night. Or perhaps, ever again.

Remelle was still seething – yet jumpy, as if she expected the princess to appear behind corners, flames at the ready. Benson was refusing to look anyone in the eye (a definite improvement), but Essar was still lost in thought, her gaze tearing up the cobblestones beneath their feet.

Rowan waited until they were all mounted before he approached, not caring to provide a formal farewell. Rowan ignored Remelle’s icy glares, and grabbed hold of Essar’s horse’s bridle to stop her.

His words were laden. “Let’s hope last night was the most eventful of your journey.”

Essar just looked up at the fortress, as if she could see through moss and stone to the princess sleeping within. Her golden-brown skin was radiant in the early morning light, her hazel eyes glinting.

Essar was a beautiful female—soft and inviting and clever—and he’d never understood why Lorcan hadn’t tried harder to keep her. She had been good for him. But Lorcan’s ruthlessness and cold ambition were his best tools and worst enemies. He had only seen the female for what she offered inside his bedroom.

Essar’s voice was quiet. “I do not think any of us will forget last night anytime soon.”

Rowan pursed his lips. She knew. Essar had figured out what kind of magic smoldered in Aelin’s veins, and she knew that last night, the Princess of Terrasen had made a claim on him. If Essar told Maeve about it …

The others in the party moved out, Remelle stiff-backed, but Rowan remained with Essar.

“Name the price for your silence,” Rowan said.

Essar’s dark brows rose. “You think I would run to the nearest gossip and tell them Aelin Galathynius is training here?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Essar’s dark eyes narrowed. “I would not run to Maeve, either. Remelle will tell her that the girl threw a tantrum and attacked her without provocation – she’d never admit to any of the truth behind it. Or figure out who she really is. And Benson…leave him to me.”

“And your price?”

She shook her head. “There is no price, Prince.”

He gripped the bridle harder. “Why?”

Essar studied the disappearing party, then the fortress. “We have known each other for a long while now. Through all the centuries, I have never seen you present another female as your equal – as your friend. And I do not think you did it because of who she is.”

Rowan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, she said, “I would not take that gift away from you, Rowan. Because it is a gift. She is a gift – to the world, and to you.”

Before he realized what he was doing, his fingers were slackening on the reins, and Essar motioned her mount into a walk.

“She is going to fight for you, Rowan,” Essar said, looking over a shoulder. “And you deserve it, after all this time. You deserve to have someone who will burn the earth to ash for you.”

His heart was pounding wildly, but he kept his face blank, his will ice and steel.

“If you see him,” Essar added with a sad smile, “tell Lorcan I send my regards.”

And then she was gone.

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Things fell back into their usual rhythm in the two days that followed, though Rowan couldn’t stop thinking about what Essar had said. Because he knew it was true, because…because he wanted it to be true.

Aelin said nothing about it, though he’d sometimes catch her frowning at him, as if trying to decipher some puzzle.

He was pouring over a report Lorcan had sent him, which detailed the conclusion of the conflict between the Erriagti people, and his plans to return to Doranelle within the next few weeks, when Aelin walked into their rooms that night. The smell of chocolate and nuts hit him, and when he twisted in his seat, he discovered her carrying a small, misshapen cake, a sheepish smile on her face.

“It took me hours to make this damn thing, so you’d better say it’s good.”

She set it in front of him, along with a plate, fork, and knife. The blade she used to slice into the chocolate-frosted lump, cutting a large piece. It was layered with a lighter frosting – some sort of creamy-looking filling between the dark cake.

“Chocolate hazelnut cake?”

She plopped the piece on the plate for him and took his hand to press the fork into it. “You have no idea how hard it was to get the ingredients. Or to find some sort of recipe. I haven’t even tasted it yet. Emrys looked like he was going to faint with horror.” When Rowan just stared at the cake, she clicked her tongue. “This is the favor you owe me. Just try it.”

He gave her a long stare that usually sent men running, but she only bit her lip and glanced down at the cake, tentative. It was enough that he frowned, adjusted his grip on the fork, picked up a piece, and brought it to his mouth.

While he chewed and swallowed, she was practically hopping from foot to foot and wringing her hands. So he let out a grunt of pleasure, took another bite, and then another, until the entire piece was cleaned off his plate.

Then he took another piece. And another. Until his stomach was protesting and all but a sliver was left on the platter.

“I told you it was delicious,” she preened, giving him a triumphant smile as he set down his fork. She moved to ruffle his hair, but he caught her wrist, squeezing gently while he rose from his seat and brought his face dangerously close to hers.

He knew every fleck of gold in those remarkable eyes – knew how her very blood tasted. And this near to her, their breath mingling…

“Now we’re even,” he said, and stalked out of the room.

He was about three steps down the hall when Aelin’s fork scraped against the platter, no doubt scooping the sliver of cake he’d left. A moment after that her curse barked off the stones of the fortress, followed by spitting and coughing.

Despite himself, Rowan was smiling when he shouldered open the bathing room door – and quickly cast up the contents of his stomach.

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thats-not-very-roger-roger · 4 years

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To The Ends of The Galaxy // Obi Wan x Reader

Summary: You have been secretly married to Obi Wan Kenobi for years, everything was going perfectly until someone reported your rather ‘affectionate’ behavior to the council.

Gif not mine

Requested by @solo-wankenobi

Warnings: There are a few she/her pronouns in here, but nothing specific to gender otherwise. I hope that’s okay! A teensy but of angst, but there’s a happy ending.

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“Obi Wan!”

You step into Dex’s diner behind Obi Wan, pinkies entertwined as a way to stay close without anyone growing suspicious. Obi Wan and Dex have known each other since before the clone wars. Dex often refers to him as his “favorite customer” although, he could hardly be considered a customer when Dex almost always gives him a meal on the house. Every time Obi Wan took you here you could see how relaxed he would become, how he could use this as a place to escape always being ‘General Kenobi’, here he was just Obi Wan.

“Hello, Dex,” Obi Wan smiles, letting go of your finger and instead placing his hand on the small of your back. “Is our table open?”

“I knew you’d be here, so I made sure to save it for you. Go ahead and sit down, I’ll get you two the regular.”

“Thank you,” Obi Wan nods, guiding you to your normal booth and taking a seat across from you. “You know he won’t bite, (y/n).”

“I know that, I just...” you trail off, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to think of what to say.

Obi Wan grins, reaching his hand over the table to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m only teasing, I know you can get shy.”

Within minutes Dex walks over and sits two trays of food on the table. “You know, (y/n), I still remember when this idiot,” he pauses to ruffle your husbands hair, “wouldn’t stop talking about you every time he came in—“

“Dex,” Obi whines, pushing Dex’s hand away, “hush!” You can’t help but chuckle at Obi Wan’s flustered state. No matter how long the two of you have been together, he still acts like you’re his teenage crush.

“Aww, how sweet,” you gush, exaggerating your voice in a teasing manor. “I didn’t know you thought of me that much.”

Dex laughs heartily at Obi Wan’s embarrassment before giving the two of you some space, going back into the kitchen. You take a sip of your drink before reaching over to take your husbands hand, fingers intertwining as you rest your arms on the table top.

“You know, I talked a lot about you too. Back when we were padawans Master Qui Gon would tell me that if I were to break the Jedi code, I needn’t make it so obvious.”

The two of you eat holding hands, talking about anything and everything you could think of. You feel so at home with him that you almost forget about the Jedi code, and how your entire relationship is a secret. You can’t help but stare into Obi Wan’s eyes as he tells you about one of his most recent missions, his whole expression lighting up as he talks about how well it went. For a bit you forget that you’re in public, that is until you hear the quick steps of a hooded figure wearing Jedi robes leaving the diner. You don’t think much of it, only taking your hand back and continuing your conversation.

Once the sun begins to set you and Obi Wan make your way back to the temple, planning to go your separate ways then have him sneak into your quarters once everyone is asleep. However, as soon as the two of you step foot in the temple you’re greeted by an unhappy Mace Windu.

“Master Kenobi, Master (L/N), the council requests your presence at once.”

You glance at Obi Wan confused, only nodding before the two of you follow Windu into the council room. Obi Wan’s chair is empty as you walk in, obviously. You stand next to him in the center of the room waiting to see why the council had called for you.

“It has come to our attention that your interactions might hint at something more than friendly. An anonymous member of this temple spotted the pair of you acting quite fond of each other over dinner. One could say it even seemed like a date.” Windu says as he takes a seat. “Care to explain?”

You shift uncomfortably as the eyes of the council members bore into you and your husband. Obi Wan clears his throat before answering. “I assure you, Master Windu, our relationship is strictly professional.”

“Say this you do, but heard rumors we have.”

You look at Yoda in confusion. “What rumors?”

“Master (L/N), you were spotted in a diner nearby hand in hand, talking for hours. The owner of the establishment was heard saying that Master Kenobi here would speak of you all the time in the past. I trust you can see why this concerns us.”

You glance around the room, your eyes passing over Shaak Ti and Plo Koon, two of the council members you had grown close two over your years as a Jedi master. The way that they look at you, so accusingly, makes your heartbeat speed up. “With all due respect, Master Windu, we have been working side by side since we were younglings. It comes as a great comfort for me to have physical touch from those that I trust. This is why I was holding his hand. As you know, I can become shy around too many people, so the touch of a friend helps to keep me calm, though I do I see how this would look to an outsider.”

From the corner of your eye you can see Obi Wan start to play with his fingers, and you presume that he’s only nervous you will be found out. “Yes, and I did speak quite highly of Master (L/N) before we began working side by side more often. I still would, she is a wonderful Jedi. I would say I was amazed to be working beside someone so talented in the force.”

A few looks are shared between the council before Windu looks back at you both. “If not something stronger, what do you feel for each other? The two of you know attachments are strictly forbidden.”

“I see Master Kenobi as a friend. I would risk my own life to save him, yes, but I know when the outcome is worth the struggle. I am very lucky to work with a man of such talent, and I look to him for guidance and reassurance. We began going to dinner as a way to forget about the stress that goes on with news of Sith Lords returning, and great losses of clones. I care for him, but what I feel is not love. Speak to the owner or the diner, he will tell you the same.” Your answer seems to satisfy the council, as they almost seem to physically relax.

“Very well. The council accepts your statement, and we hope that this will not become an issue again. Now, get some rest. Master Kenobi, we will be having a meeting to discuss precautions that are needed in case of droid attacks.”

You both bow your heads in respect before exiting the room, your demeanor changing completely once you’re out of sight from the council. “Well, that was close. I guess we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m afraid so. Well, goodnight (y/n), I wouldn’t want to sleep past my meeting.” Obi Wan gives you a bow before turning away and going towards his quarters. His shoulders are tense, and when he looked at you his eyes were... different. They didn’t have that little sparkle when they looked at you. You watch him walk away, confused. ‘He’s probably just stressed out by almost getting caught,’ you think, ‘I guess I can’t blame him.’ With that, you turn and make your way to your own room.

You struggle to stay awake in your quarters waiting for Obi Wan to arrive. He didn’t show up at the normal time, so you had decided to give him an extra thirty minutes, assuming he had been stopped on his way over or maybe he even fell asleep. Your datapad chirps as your timer ends, and you can’t help but get nervous. ‘He’s never late, this isn’t like him. I... I need to make sure he’s okay.’

You put your cloak on top of the nightgown you had changed into, wrapping it tight so that the pajamas wouldn’t be visible to anyone who might be awake. As you make your way down the hall, you desperately try to chase out any thoughts of what might be wrong. Usually you aren’t one to worry, but when it comes to your husband all sorts of terrible ideas make their way into your head, terrifying you of what he could be going through. ‘He’s a strong Jedi, if he can face a Sith Lord and come out in one piece, nothing that could have gotten into this temple could kill him. He’s okay.’ You reassure yourself as his door comes into view.

Quickly, you make your way to it. You don’t even bother with knocking, instead softly pushing it open, as to not wake him if he had fallen asleep. Of everything you imagined you’d see when you opened that door, this was definitely not one of them. He looks to be perfectly fine, sitting on his couch staring at his feet with such intensity you know he’s completely spaced out.

“My love, what’s kept you?” You close the door behind you, walking over and taking a seat next to the man. “I waited for you, but you didn’t show.”

Obi Wan finally looks up at you, his face more red than usual. Your heart pangs as you realize he had been crying. “Oh, Obi Wan!” You gently press your hand to his cheek, concerned eyes meeting his glossy ones. “What’s wrong?”

He bites the inside of his lip as he looks away from you, taking a deep breath before he trusts himself to speak. “I... I didn’t know if you’d want me to come.”

The sadness in his tone is not missed by you, and you let out an involuntary whine, struggling to handle the sight of your strong husband so weak in front of you. You run your free hand through his hair, fingers grazing his scalp in comfort. His eyes flutter closed as he leans into the hand on his cheek, taking a shaky breath as he does. “Obi, why wouldn’t I want you to come?”

He doesn’t respond right away, chewing the inside of his cheek as he keeps his eyes closed to avoid your worried gaze. “Obi Wan, please. Let me in. I want to help you.”

“What you— what you said earlier, it sounded so real. You didn’t even struggle to say that you don’t love me. I just... I can’t help but feel you’ve gotten bored of me.” He finally opens his eyes, looking at you as a tear makes its way down his cheek.

“Oh, darling,” you pull his head to your chest, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as you move your hands to rub his back. “You know I love you. It was all just an act. I love you with my whole being. I’m so sorry I made you worry like this.”

His arms slowly come to wrap around your waist as he moves to lean on you comfortably. “We’ve been together for so long, I had myself convinced that you were done with me. That you would move on to someone else.”

You hug him tighter as he speaks, then once he’s done you make him sit up to look you in the eyes. “I want you to look at me. Can you do that for me?” He nods and you continue, “Obi Wan, I could never get bored of you. I have stayed with you this long because you mean everything to me. Without you, I would be broken. The truth is, I am hopelessly attached to you. I would do anything just to stay by your side, even if it meant leaving the Jedi Order. If it convinces you, I’ll walk right up to Master Windu and tell him just how much I love you. You say the word, and I will follow you out of this temple all the way to the ends of the galaxy.”

As you stare into his eyes you can see the usual spark start returning to them, his body relaxing as he realizes that you could never be done with him. He smiles softly and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he sighs happily. “You mean it?”

“More than anything.”

Without hesitation, Obi Wan brings his hands to hold the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you as he pulls you into a very emotional kiss. You kiss him back with everything you’ve got, putting every ounce of passion you can muster into it. After a few moments, he pulls away, standing up and offering you his hand.

“Stay with me tonight?”

You grin as you take his hand, stumbling into him a bit as he pulls you up. “Of course. Let’s get some sleep, you need to be up early.”

With that the two of you make your way over to his bed, him changing into pajamas as you simply remove your cloak and shoes. You lay down and wait for him to be done, opening your arms in invitation to him as he finally crawls onto the bed. He shuffles his way over to you and lets you wrap your arms around him, holding him like he would hold you most nights. But tonight, you just want to show him that you will always be there for him. Whether it means risking your life for his, or simply holding him while he lulls off to sleep.

And as he lays in your embrace he knows, you’ll be with him, even to the ends of the galaxy.

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myherowritings · 5 years

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a forgotten anniversary

— overview: it yours and bakugou’s one year anniversary, but he’s so busy with hero work that he forgets. you’re hurt and upset, but katsuki may have a few tricks up his sleeve…

— pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x reader

— word count: 2.5k

— genre: pro hero au, fluff

— author’s note: back at it again with the pro hero!bakubabe because my thirsty ass can’t stay away! *KACHOWs for 10 hours straight* hope you enjoy this mess ;’) xx sofia

“Hmm...Katsuki?” you murmured drowsily, rubbing the bleariness away from your eyes as you felt a weight shift on the bed.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Bakugou smiled when he noticed you were awake, giving you a kiss on the forehead as you blinked at him. His hair was damp from a shower and the only thing he was wearing were black briefs and an unbuttoned, white work shirt. “Go back to bed. It’s still early.”

And any other day, you would have done just that-- Snuggle deeper into the covers and sleep until your alarm went off.

But today wasn’t any other day. Today was your one year anniversary with Bakugou, as well as his first day off since forever ago and you weren’t about to let that go to waste. Even if that meant losing a precious hour of sleep.

“Why are you getting dressed up already?” You rolled over to your side, peering up at him with your head resting on your palm. “It’s your day off. You should come back to bed and...relax.”

The lazy smile and heavy-lidded expression on your face told him you were suggesting something other than just relaxing.

A look of amusement formed on his face, but Katsuki continued to button down his shirt, causing you to frown at the loss of the sight of his muscular, tanned torso.

“I know it’s my day off, but there’s some work for a case I need to finish before the weekend,” he said gruffly, slightly apologetic. “The minute it’s over, though, I’m all yours.”

Your head tilted to the side. Sure, you understood being a Pro Hero took a lot of hard work and dedication, but surely your anniversary would be worth missing a day-- A day he already had off, mind you.

“But...you’re always working,” you said, trying your best not to sound disappointed. You rose to a sitting position and crawled closer to Bakugou, resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t you want to spend this special day at home?”

There was a brief look of confusion on his face as he took a break from cuffing his sleeves at the forearms. “I know I don’t get day offs often, but calling today special is a bit of an exaggeration.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, chest feeling heavy as you blinked slowly up at him. Not special? Did Katsuki mean he didn’t think your one year anniversary together was special? Or was it that he didn’t even know it was today?

Either option was enough to make your heart feel like it was torn in two.

“Oh.” You removed your chin from its position on his shoulder, slowly pulling back.

Sensing the shift in your demeanor, Bakugou stood from the edge of the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing you chastely on the lips. “Don’t look so sad, baka, it’s only another day at work. We’ll have the entire weekend together.”

Yes, but, your anniversary wasn’t this weekend. It was today.

You tried to stop your lower lip from trembling.

“R-Right,” you said in a small voice. Though you’ve known him for a long time, you’ve only been together for a year. Maybe anniversaries just weren’t his thing-- And it seemed too early in your relationship to overstep and try to convince him otherwise.

He finished rolling up his sleeves so they exposed his toned forearms and changed into a pair of fitted black work pants that you thought made his butt look incredible, but you were so crestfallen that he actually forgot just what day it was, you couldn’t even bring yourself to comment on how handsome he looked in those clothes and how much better he would look without them.

“I might be back a little late tonight,” said Katsuki, rubbing salt into your fresh wounds. “Try to get some rest on your day off-- I know you don’t have them often, either.”

You didn’t, but you asked for one specifically on this day because that was how important it was, you thought crossly.

“Thanks, honey. I’ll try,” is what you said instead.

“And stop with the frowning.” He tapped your chin affectionately before heading out of your room. How dare he act so cute and make it hard for you to stay mad. “I’ll see you again before you know it.”

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It was noon now and you had spent the past half an hour glaring at your phone.

[from Katsuki ♡, received 11:29] Hey, Y/N, I left an important file for the case on top of my desk.

[from Katsuki ♡, received 11:31] I hate to bother you on your day off, but do you think you can bring it to my office around 13:30? I’ll make it up to you later. ♡

You knew he wouldn’t ask you to do that for him unless it was urgent, and any other day, you would do it in a heartbeat. But right now, you were hurt and upset that he forgot about your anniversary and then proceeded to act like it was any other day of the year.

Still, you found the folder on his desk and replied with a sigh.

[to Katsuki ♡, delivered 12:31] Sure! I’ll be there soon.

Grumbling to yourself, you got ready to head onto the train to Ground Zero’s agency, contemplating on whether or not you should bring him the gift you got for your anniversary, or try to mend your wounded ego but pretending you forgot as well.

In the end, you didn’t bring the present. (Mainly because it was a gift that would better be opened in the comfort of one’s own home.)

When the train arrived at the station, you walked a few blocks until you were face to face with the sleek and tall building overlooking Tokyo.

“Good afternoon, Sugiyama-san!” you chirped as you walked into the lobby, greeting the sweet, elderly receptionist at the front desk.

She smiled, offering you a candy from her bowl of treats. It wasn’t often that you visited Bakugou at his agency, but when you did, she was always there to welcome you with a warm smile. “Hello, Y/L/N-san.”

“Ground Zero forgot a folder at home and asked me to bring it to him?” you said uncertainly, shuffling through your bag to find the manila file.

“Oh, of course! Ground Zero-san told me he was expecting you.” Sugiyama tried to hide the mischievous twinkle in her eye behind a sheet of paper. “He’s actually not here at the moment, but he told me to give you this note when you arrived.”

Discreetly, she slid a folded sticky note to you over the reception desk and you found yourself staring down at Bakugou’s neat, slanted writing.

Y/N,

Ran into a last minute change of plans. Can you bring the folder to Deku’s agency? He’ll be expecting you.

Sorry for the trouble, but I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t urgent.

Bakugou Katsuki

When you looked up from the note, Sugiyama was holding a red rose out to you. You stared at the elderly receptionist with a startled gaze.

“From Bakugou-san,” she explained with a laugh. “He said it was a thank you for the effort.”

“Oh-- Ah, thank you.” You gingerly accepted the flower with a grateful grin, furrowing your eyebrows in uncertainty as you stared at it.

Why would he thank you with a rose for your efforts? And why couldn’t he simply...send you a text saying to go to Deku’s instead of making you commute all the way here for a note? Or even ask an intern to deliver it?

You sighed, rubbing your temples.

Despite your confusion, you waved goodbye to Ground Zero’s receptionist and headed for the Deku’s agency after shoving both the folder and the rose into your purse. You’ve been to his office only twice before--once with Bakugou and once with Todoroki--but it was everything you expected from Midoriya. Beautiful yet homey, lively yet serene.

Besides, you haven’t seen Deku in a while, so you couldn’t be too annoyed at having an excuse to visit him.

“Hi, I’m Y/L/N. I’m here to bring Deku-san a file from Ground Zero,” you told the worker who greeted you at the front desk.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “A file? Do you have an appointment scheduled?”

“Well-- No. But I have a note from Ground Zero telling me to go here?” you said rather uncertainly, realizing how suspicious that sounded only after you said it. “And the file is for the case they’ve been working on with Tsukauchi-san.”

“Hmm…”

As you tried to desperately to explain what little you knew about the case to the dubious receptionist, you spotted Midoriya rushing out of the elevator with a frantic look on his face.

When he caught sight of you in the lobby, an expression of relief washed over him as he glanced from his phone screen back to you.

“Y/L/N-kun! There you are,” he said in an excited tone, walking over to you with a warm smile.

“Deku!” You greeted him with a hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

After catching up and gushing over each other for a good ten minutes, you pulled out the manila folder.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot what I came here for,” you said. “Bakugou asked me to bring this file to you? I was supposed to give it to him, but he ran into something at work.”

“For the Minji case?”

You nodded.

“Of course. Thank you,” said Deku, taking the folder from you and asking his receptionist to call someone to bring it to his office.

He looked busy and you figured you should held home anyway, so you slowly gathered your belongings and glanced at the exit.

“Leaving already?” he cried out nervously, blocking your path as he checked his phone once more.

You quirked your head to the side. “Well…”

You wanted to get home as soon as possible so you would have time to make Bakugou dinner before he finished work (although you were upset he forgot, you supposed you still wanted to do something for him).

“Because Todoroki-kun is coming over and he said really wants to see you again!” he said in a single breath, crossing his fingers. “Do you think you could stay for a while longer?”

Biting your lip, you sighed. It had been a while since you had last seen Todoroki… And you missed hanging out with the two of them since they were both always busy with hero work. You toyed with the hem of your shirt. “I suppose I could--”

“Great! We’ll have loads of fun!”

And that’s how you got suckered into running around town with Deku and Shouto while they hopelessly flirted the whole time you were out. You started your day with them a few hours after lunch, and by the time your day together ended, it was already dark out.

Throughout it all, you couldn’t help but notice how the both of them kept checking their phones and exchanging glances before dragging you to yet another part of Tokyo.

Something about the two was suspicious-- They had to be hiding something. You just weren’t sure what.

When you finally returned home, you unlocked the door tiredly, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into bed and bury yourself under the covers until Bakugou came home (and only then would you crawl out of the covers soley to scold him for forgetting your anniversary and then give him your stupid, nonrefundable present).

But the sight you saw was enough to bring you to your senses.

Your jaw dropped.

At the doorstep of the entrance, there was a trail of flower petals leading to the dining room. The foyer was dimly lit and an aroma of something savory and something sweet wafted past as you opened the door.

Cautiously, you followed the path to find Bakugou dressed up in a ridiculous “Kiss the Chef” apron with candles and champagne on the decorated dining table.

“W-What is this?” you stammered, looking around the room and at the food in front of you with your lips parted in shock. “I...I thought you had work to do.”

He smirked. “Tch. Did you actually think I forgot what today was?”

Your wide eyes and flushed cheeks were enough to show that you actually did believe he forgot. “So the file and Midoriya and Todoroki…?”

“I just needed you out of the house so I could prepare all this,” he said, taking your purse and jacket from you like a true gentleman.

“They weren’t very good at being inconspicuous,” you laughed, thinking back at the way they blocked any entrance with their own bodies if it ever seemed like you were about to leave. “But I didn’t think this is what they were hiding.”

He narrowed his eyes at his phone on the counter. “I’m just surprised those idiots actually managed to keep you occupied for enough time. Still, I hope you enjoyed being with them.”

“I did.”

He gave you a sideways smile, a dimple appearing on his cheek before leading you to your seat.

Katsuki guided you with his hand on the small of your back, pulling out the chair before pushing it in and you could’ve sworn your heart started palpitating at his unusual kindness. He could be sweet, there was no doubt about that, and you knew he loved you-- But he’s never done something so overt. There was a warm, fuzzy feeling inside your stomach and you weren’t sure how to deal with it.

Bakugou brought you a dish with your favorite, home-cooked meal, and pour a glass of champagne before sitting down across from you.

“I know I work a lot and I don’t get to spend as much time with you as I’d like, and when I’m home I don’t always show you how much you mean to me like I should. And, honestly, I know I’m not the best boyfriend at times--”

“You are the best,” you protested, placing your hand over his as he continued to speak.

He smiled, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

“I’m not,” he said, softly drumming his fingers against the table. “Sometimes I wonder how someone as sweet and caring as you could put up with me.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at his remark. “I’m not ‘putting up with you’, silly. I with you because you make me feel happy and loved-- And I hope I can make you feel the same.”

Bakugou’s replay was instantaneous. “You do.”

“Good. Just because you don’t perform big, romantic gestures all the time doesn’t mean you don’t show you love me in other ways.”

The corner of your lip quirked upwards and he raised his eyebrows at your hidden implication.

“I’ll show you how much I love you anytime you need,” he said, holding his champagne flute out to you with a grin. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my time with. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

With your heart full of joy and your face full of smiles, you raised your glass and clinked it against his. “Happy anniversary, Katsuki.”

a/n: unedited so pls excuse any errors + lmk if you see any :) i’m not too proud of this tbh but i just wanted to get something posted since i haven’t in almost a week :( i hope it made you smile, if nothing else. hopefully i will be proud of my next writing. xx

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Fred x Reader - Break

Omg can I request baking with Fred Weasley? Sneaking into the kitchens at hogwarts on a night time with him and just baking. Fred being annoying (but cute) and eating the food before it’s ready. Having mini food fights. The whole shebang. Ps I love you and your stuff, it’s kept me going through my dark moments and I would like to say thank you. You helped me without even knowing or meaning to and you’re my angel x

A/N: I just want to say you are so amazing and strong and you pushed through your dark times with your own strength and I am proud of you but I am so happy that I have been able to make those moments easier on you or that I was able to help in some way, keep going strong sweet pea! xoxo Message me if you ever need anything!

With the news of Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban, everyone was on edge. Yet it didn’t seem as severe as the heavy feeling that the dementors brought as they patrolled the school grounds, their tattered cloaks hiding their gruesome appearance but not helping to remove the depressing air they spread with them.

You had been especially withdrawn lately. Your surroundings affected your mood more than you wanted to admit but Fred was tuned into your emotions, even the slightest change and he knew. You hadn’t ever been in a relationship before where your significant other could notice such small differences in your demeanor. It was a challenge at first, you’d been unwilling to lean on Fred, worrying that he would grow tired of you.

Fred was stubborn though and had stuck by you, getting you to trust him to a point where you could confide in him without worrying that he would be bothered. Once you had reached that point you realized it took a weight off of your shoulders, sharing your burdens and stresses with Fred. He did the same and you both held each other up with no complaint.

Today was a particularly hard day and Fred could tell by the way you sighed every so often, scribbling in your notebook just to break up the monotony of the day and the waves of your ever changing emotions.

“Hello my sweet girl,” Fred said gently, kissing your cheek as you lifted your legs from their spot on the couch as he automatically slid underneath, hands hooking beneath your thighs as he tugged you closer. Tossing your notes to the side you wrapped your arms around his neck as you made yourself comfortable against him, face nuzzled against the junction of his shoulder and neck.

“Hello my silly boy,” You said back, a small smile appearing if only for a moment.

“You doing alright?” He asked, hand skating up and down your back in an easy rhythm that had your eyes feeling heavy as you let the pressure and stress of the day melt.

“‘Course, Freddie,” You mumbled, your breath warm on his neck as you spoke. “I’ve just been so drained. I don’t have a reason to be upset really I”m just not feeling my best. Everything is so tense nowadays, I can’t go to class without students whispering about Black’s escape and how he is going to gut some kid or go after Harry. It’s hard to focus when there seems to be so much chaos everywhere. And quite honestly, I hate those dementors, they’re creepy,”

Fred gave an exaggerated shiver. “I have to agree with you there love, they aren’t going to be winning any pageants or awards for hospitality and warmth any time soon.” You let out a giggle and Fred was proud of himself. “But hey, you’re safe here, we all are. You know Dumbledore won’t let anything happen to us.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, nodding your agreement. You trusted Dumbledore and the staff, your teachers were able and your headmaster was legendary. You couldn’t help but feel like darker times were ahead however and it had put you in a funk you couldn’t kick even if Fred’s words gave you comfort.

Some time later, after falling in and out of a nap, Fred shook you, standing as he lifted you with him. Suddenly being in the air startled you and you squealed, clinging to your boyfriend. “Come on, I have an idea,”

You groaned, “I don’t want detention again,” You whined as Fred carried you out of the common room. “But it doesn’t seem i have a choice,” You figured as Fred kept an arm steady underneath your knees, the other around your midsection as you kept your arms around his neck.

“Have you no faith in me?” Fred teased, pinching your thigh lightheartedly.

You laughed and rolled your eyes as he continued to walk. To say you were surprised when he let you go after arriving in the kitchens was accurate. You didn’t think there had been a single occasion in all your time together where he had whisked you away to the kitchens. You were surprised because it was empty at this time of night. Fred didn’t like empty, it meant there was no audience.

You gave him a quizzical look and he grinned, giving you a chaste kiss as he began to rummage through the cabinets and drawers. “We,” He declared as he lifted a canister of flour hi into the air, “Are going to make cupcakes,”

You couldn’t help but feel appreciation for Fred right then. Cupcakes were your favorite, and baking was a nice release for you. You hadn’t expected him to know you needed something like this.

However, you weren’t sure what you expected of your jokester of a significant other. “If you keep up with that we won’t have enough batter to bake more than one cupcake!” You scolded as he tossed a scoop of the chocolate batter in to the air, trying to see if he could catch the sweet mass before it made a mess. Needless to say, he had only succeeded in making himself a mess.

You paused from where you were filling a tin with cupcake wrappers to grab your boyfriend by his tie, holding him in place. “Scourgify,” You muttered, tapping your wand playfully against his nose as the batter disappeared from his sticky fingers and mouth.

“You’re the sweetest thing in this room,” He smiled as he grabbed your hips before you could return to baking. You rolled your eyes but accepted his kiss eagerly.

“That would be you,” You decided after tasting him. If it was anything to go by, these cupcakes were going to be scrumptious. Fred winked but settled down a bit. You wished it would have lasted.

You had successfully baked the cupcakes and set them out to cool without any more shenanigans but the waiting bored your boyfriend. You were content to sit and wait but he was full of an energy that had never seemed to leave him, no matter the situation. Knowing he could hold his faith even in difficult times helped you as well.

Fred asked to do the frosting so he could do something with his hands and you had thought that it wouldn’t end up disastrously. You had been wrong. Fred had made the frosting and it had been perfect, because of this he couldn’t stop sneaking spoonfuls. Sweets were his weakness. You lightly scolded him again and in retaliation he had told you to lighten up, swiping a glob of frosting across your cheek and down your jaw.

You gaped at him and he laughed, eyes wide with excitement as you jumped up from your seat, hand dipping into the frosting as you chased him around as he laughed. You couldn’t keep up. Fred paused and you ran straight for him but at the last moment he dodged, arms wrapping around you and pulling your back against his chest, making sure your hands were pressed hard against your side so you couldn’t get him back. “Weren’t you just trying to clean me up?” He teased.

“There is no hope of that Weasley,” You giggled. You wondered how Molly had kept up with him as a child. She was an amazing mother but it was a miracle she hadn’t tired out so easily. Fred was definitely the kind of boy to track mud into the house at least once a day or cause some catastrophic mess.

“How rude of you Y/L/N,” He pouted back pulled you even closer against him, a flash of hair appearing in your peripheral and then you squealed as he licked the frosting from your cheek.

“You are so disgusting!” You squirmed as he cackled, chest shaking with each wave of amusement that kept him laughing.

“You were being mean!” He defended but forgot to keep his guard as you turned in his arm, schooling your expression as you brought your hand up, smearing the frosting on Fred’s face as it colored his forehead down to his chin. He went cross eyed, frowning at the frosting that was now apparent between his eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you two danced around the kitchen, trying to get your revenge against one another as you laughed, pulling each other close to tease before running from one another to gather more frosting. You didnt stop until you stuck your hand in the bowl and it came back nearly clean. You had used up all of your frosting.

Fred watched as you burst into laughter, your hair stuck in wild directions as some of the frosting had dried. He was sure he looked just as crazy. “We used it all up!” You laughed, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t so funny but you needed this, you needed to forget about everything for a while and now the stress was melting, being let out by your hysteric giggles.

Fred joined in on the laughter as he wet a hand towel at the sink, dragging it through your crunchy strands of hair as you settled your hands on his narrow hips to steady yourself. “I don’t think my hair is the issue here Fred,” You mentioned as you let out another final laugh, gesturing to the frosting smeared all over your face.

“I was just saving that for later,” He said, lips as pink as his cheeks brushing against yours, tongue darting out to collect the remnants of your confection there. You smiled fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed his lips over yours before making a path to your cheek. Fred made an exaggerated smacking noise as he placed his lips against your cheek but your laughter died in your throat when he continued his path down to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin there.

“I’m starting to think this was your plan all along,” You tried not to sound breathless but it seemed you were doing a very bad job as your boyfriend smirked against your pulse that had spiked.

“Caught me red handed, detective,” He mumbled.

After Fred was satisfied he grabbed your hips and set you up on the counter in one easy motion. “It was nice, seeing you smile so much,” He admitted as he washed your fingers and face with a hand towel. The both of you could easily clean up but you didnt want your carefree time to end quite yet and you had a suspicion Fred felt the same.

“I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” You said, kissing his nose as he beamed back at you. “Thank you for this, I needed it, a break from everything I mean. You are the most amazing boyfriend a girl could ever hope to have,”

“I know,” Fred teased but his gaze was tender as he took your words to heart. “I’m my best when I’m with you,”

You hopped down from the counter and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “We’re the best together,” You mumbled, a shyness to your words Fred found too cute for his own good. You might just be the death of him.

“I love you,” Fred declared as he gave you a quick squeeze. “But I don’t love cupcakes without frosting, lets try once more? I promise I wont ruin it this time,” He grinned, sticking out his pinkie finger in an oath to not touch the frosting until it was on a cupcake, on it’s way to his mouth.

“You’re lucky that frosting is what makes a cupcake good otherwise I’d just go to bed right now,” You said but there was no real threat. You’d stay up all night long if it meant you got to relax with Fred. You’d needed this and you needed Fred. You had meant what you said, you were the best with him. Only he could bring you away from the edge of a mental breakdown.

That night you were completely content as you and Fred switched into pajamas, meeting back in your common room to snack on the cupcakes you had worked far too hard on.

“Thanks Freddie,” You said once more kissing him as he pulled you against him. You were too tired to get up and go to your dorm but you knew Fred would take care of you.

“Any time my sweet girl,” Fred smiled as you drifted off in his arms, relaxed for the first time in too long.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #ask #fluff #request #anon #anon ask #I ALMOST DIDN'T SAVE THIS #ASK ME IF I ALMOST SCREAMED

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