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saixoxo · 1 year
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cultofdixon · 9 months
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Taking care of you
Daryl Dixon • She/Her Reader • The Claimers did a number on Daryl, but thank god you and Rick showed them not to fuck with their family. After witnessing you take care of Daryl and his injuries, Rick couldn’t keep the obvious to himself • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Canon Violence
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That was it
The last punch the unfortunate Claimer thrown at Daryl, was met with bullet and the ring of the gun was linked to the woman that the archer had claimed to keep the disgusting men from harming her.
Y/N.
“Someone get—-“ Joe was cut off by Rick taking him out with a harsh teeth driven bite into the throat and that gave Michonne her window.
The distraction of their leader and colleague meeting their fates, gave Michonne the window to take out the Claimer behind her and for Y/N to kick up Rick’s hatchet from the ground firmly grasping it in her hand. Before throwing it at another Claimer’s chest knocking him back.
It was a bloody mess. Rick and Michonne went for the Claimer that was harming Carl, then finishing the job to the leader and Michonne’s Claimer.
Leaving Y/N to help Daryl up to his feet before kicking down the approaching Claimer but as he went down, he grabbed her leg forcing her into an uncomfortable split. The archer weakly but gained enough strength to save her from his grasp by crushing the lights out of him.
The five were going through it.
Michonne comforts Carl as the two took up the car to sleep in and hopefully forget some of the horrors from just a few hours ago. Rick kept an eye on their surroundings while trying and struggling to calm his inner demons.
Which left the two to lick their wounds, or more so Y/N care for Daryl’s wounds with the supplies she had and have collected from the dead. She was about to use the last of her water to clean up the dried blood on his face but he stopped her and told her to continue to use the rag she currently had damp instead of wasting a useful resource.
Rick heard the small bickering from the two and turned to watch Y/N grab Daryl’s chin listening to the man grumble but cave. He let her clean up the blood on his face to check the wounds there after she had bandaged parts of his abdomen.
“Is Y/N injured?”
“I checked already” Daryl informs Rick as Y/N quickly glanced to him showing the small bandage on her cheek while she mainly suffered small cuts and bruises.
“I’m thinkin’ we should find shelter that can cover all of us under a roof. There’s a neighborhood near by”
“Sounds perfect. Gives time for Carl and Daryl to rest”
“I ain’t need any—-“ Daryl winced when he tried to get up as Y/N smacked him gently in the chest. “Fine.”
“You need help up?”
“I’ve got it. But if he needs help walking can…?” Y/N asks without asking to help support Daryl with her to this neighborhood and of course Rick agreed.
As the retired sheriff left the two to check and tell the others what’s to happen, Daryl gently turned her head toward him to check the bandage but more importantly the bruise that came with it.
“If we find a home with more supplies. Then I can try and stitch the gash in your leg” Y/N interrupted his thoughts as he was about to object but the worry in her eyes pierced right through his chest. How could he argue with her?
“As long as theirs alcohol to numb it”
“Never took you for a man that would need a little anesthesia” Y/N giggles a little at the thought, as Daryl admires her voice for a moment. “If we find it. You’ll—-“
“Drink it. Numb my brain from what yea doing”
“Ah, that’s what you meant” She giggled once more before getting up off the ground and picking up her belongings. “Maybe you’ll be in luck” she revealed the travel size bottle she had acquired from her time before Daryl found her while in the Claimer’s group.
When the two were in the claimer’s group for a day or two before running into Rick and the hell that followed after it, Daryl tried asking Y/N what happened to her in the time apart since he told her everything from his end. All she told him was “it wasn’t as bad as what happened to you” and left it at that.
As the group started to move to this neighborhood, Rick brought up. Rick helped Y/N help Daryl walk to the best still standing house so they wouldn’t have to barricade much. It was a one story with two bedrooms. But since someone had to take watch, Daryl opted to stay on the couch in the main area of the house that spilled into two rooms. Dining and Kitchen.
“You’re not going to be able to do anythin’ if you can barely walk” Rick comments once they had set the archer up on the couch.
“Least I can see a few entrances from where I’m set”
“I’ll stay out here and we’ll alternate throughout the night” Y/N states watching the tension in Rick’s stance relax.
“Alright. Well let’s barricade the door, then turn in for the night” Rick states pushing Daryl back down when he tried to get up and help as Y/N squeezes his shoulder on her way past the couch.
Once the main room doors were blocked with items they found closest to it. Dining room table for the kitchen’s door leading to the backyard, console for the front door in the living room. Then Y/N went to help Daryl lay down and elevate his leg while Rick got Carl situated in one of the rooms to sleep in with Michonne doing one last sweep of the place for items. She set all her findings on the coffee table in front of the two, leaving them to go through it while she also went to check on Carl before taking up the other room as Rick was going to stick with his son on the floor.
As Y/N found a sewing kit within the mix, she had Daryl roll up his pants to reveal the bandage had already seeped through the dressing. It definitely needed stitches.
“Gonna sterilize that needle?”
“Since when do you know what to do?” Y/N glanced over at him before returning her attention to getting her supplies prepped.
“I pay attention to when yea helped Hershel back at the prison, even the farm”
“Hm. You were a squirmer at the farm. Fish out of water”
“Oy. I got shot and impaled” Daryl scoffs. “What kind of bedside manner is this”
“You want me to be soft and gentle? When I’m about to pierce a needle through your skin?” She scoffs picking up the needle and getting a thread through it after pouring some of the alcohol from earlier on it.
“You promised”
“Okay yeah” Y/N rolls her eyes smiling as she handed the rest of the bottle to Daryl before not waiting another moment to stitch up his leg after cleaning it the best she could.
It was painful but he held on.
When the group finally turned in for the night and Daryl was taking on a shift, he mainly sat up watching the entrance/exits every now and then before looking down at the sleeping form on the floor right beside the couch.
Daryl watches her person sleep for a little while but the second he looked away, the mood changed. He fully sat up listening to her sob in her sleep.
What could she be thinking about? His worry got him as he moved his leg over wincing slightly and leaning over to nudge her awake. Which she did and quickly wiped away the tears. Like this has happened before.
“Sorry, was I snoring?”
“Nah…you’re just…” Daryl didn’t want to say it, if Y/N particularly didn’t want to.
All she did was look up at him with the sadness from whatever she dreamt written all over her face. She got up from the floor picking her jacket up along the way as she used it as a blanket.
“Lay down”
“Sorry?”
“Can you just” Y/N frowns gesturing for him to just do what she asked, he did and watched her move his injured leg over before climbing on top of him.
Her head instantly placed itself on his chest as the rest of her body relaxed and loosely drape over him as she had her legs between his to avoid his injured one. But to also not fall off the couch.
Her anxiety made her think that he would toss her off, and then she would know. But the archer brought his arms around her keeping her close as humanely possible.
“Get some sleep alright?” He whispers to her as she snuggled into him while he fixed her jacket to cover her.
The morning came and Rick found himself staring down at the two. He didn’t want to wake Carl and Michonne was rationing the food they found for breakfast that morning. So she was also there to notice the two laying on top of each other. He gave her a quick glance as she shook her head indicating to just let them sleep for now.
But when a few hours passed since that moment and the two were closer yet still being a bit awkward. The second Carl left with Michonne to check out the neighborhood, Rick shut the door harshly startling the two when Y/N was checking his wound.
“Y/N, you’ve got a minute?”
“Sure, just let me finish” Y/N gave him a puzzled look as to why he had to shut the door like such. “Don’t touch it, alright?”
“Doctor’s orders” Daryl shot her a smile before watching her leave with Rick, which brought his own confusion to his face.
As the two stepped out, Y/N assumed it was to do a perimeter check or to get Michonne and Carl wherever they may be within the neighborhood.
“So, where have you been before—-“
“You like Daryl yeah?”
The assumption made Y/N stop in her tracks giving him a deadpan look while he did his hands on the hips followed with the intense glare.
“Why are you—-“
“Why were yea sleeping together?”
“To keep fucking warm at night—-“
“Nah that ain’t it. If yea didn’t like the guy some sort of way you wouldn’t—-“
“I wouldn’t assume, Rick.” Y/N hissed. “You don’t get to know what happened last night because one part of it I’d like to forget…but none of the parts including Daryl. He was there for me when I needed it and I appreciated it”
“So…you’re just gonna deny the obvious”
“I DOUBT HE LOVES ME BACK” Y/N yells at her friend making his posture relax and take a step back. “I like what we have and I don’t want to go away like that—“ she snapped. “I love Daryl Dixon with all my heart…but I can’t lose him. I lost enough in this world. I don’t want to lose him”
Maybe he should’ve talked to Daryl first Rick thought watching her head back to the place they were holding up in.
Once the group regained a bit of their strength, they started to make their way toward this sanctuary that they’ve seen several signs for. Rick pulled Daryl to hang back, letting the three take the lead and ultimately pulling him away from Y/N who he was beside.
Y/N glanced back at the two watching them talk about something as she wishes she stuck back to listen but she wasn’t in any mood to talk to Rick at the moment.
“Want me to watch out ba—“
“You need to get your head out of your ass and tell her how you feel.”
Daryl felt lost in his own head in the sense that his thoughts were racing. Oh. It was obvious? Not. That obvious. She doesn’t know. Or does she? Why the FUCK is Rick bringing this up?
Rick felt as if the light in Daryl’s head went out as he instantly punched him in the arm to snap him back into reality.
“The hell am I supposed to even go about it?”
“I don’t know! But do something before you lose her”
Now that was a bit wrong of Rick. To implant the thought of losing her when she’s very much alive and right in front of him with a respectable distance. Doesn’t matter. She could be across the country or right in front of him and he’s fear of losing her every second. Rick stating such as if it were fact, made his anxiety get the best of him.
And that anxiety ate him when she suggested something stupid.
“Nah, you’re coming with us”
“It’s best to approach this at every angle and if they only see one coming through the front door? Then they won’t expect you four investigating the place further”
“I know you’re gonna hate me saying this, Daryl. But we’re going with Y/N’s plan” Rick states starting the walk to the other side of the place with Carl following shortly behind him as Michonne waited for Daryl.
The two shared an exchange without words as Y/N brought Daryl into her arms for a moment. He had gripped onto the back of her jacket with an unbreakable grip but it felt like a cue to separate when Rick whistled indicating he’s about to head in.
But the fear that came with watching her walk away…grew worse with time.
And the fear turned into anger and anxiety when the guy running the joint, Gareth, tossed a beaten up Y/N to the floor right in front of the feed trough that they learned the hard way was a blood collection for slaughtering animals. Daryl tried to break through his ropes to try and do something, while Rick was close to tearing everything apart the second he was set free.
The man did, to be clear. The second the distraction they really need, the explosion, took Gareth and his aimed gun at Y/N’s head away from the scene. She gave Rick a look and the second the wild man broke free, she lifted herself off the ground wincing in pain and taking the knife she had in her boot—a place no one looked—and threw it at one of the men’s throats as Rick instantly went for the other. Both going down and Rick went for Daryl first with releasing as the archer quickly removed his gag on his way over to Y/N latching onto her.
“I should’ve stuck with y’all” She weakly laughs as Daryl pulls away for a moment looking into her eyes seeing the confusion write itself on her face when he didn’t say a word.
Next thing she realized was Daryl pressing his lips firmly against hers. Y/N wanted desperately to keep the kiss going but they were both interrupted by Glenn yelling their names to get them off their asses and out of there.
Once collecting the rest of their family and meeting up with the one that gave their saving window, Carol, Daryl pulled away while Rick talks with Carol on their way over to wherever they were going to be beside Y/N.
“I’ve loved you since I first met you” Daryl whispers to Y/N as she turns to him smiling warmly trying her best not to let the overwhelming feelings get the best of her. But when the tears formed he gently took her wrist stopping the two. “Y/N…”
“I was just…so afraid of losing you” She silently sobbed as he carefully wiped away her tears before kissing her cheek and bringing her into his arms.
“You have me. You’ll always have me”
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syntheticavenger · 9 months
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For Redemption does Ransom ever tell the reader that he thought he was doing something good pushing them away? We know it was t and he was self destructive but does he ever tell them? (And what happens) or If not them does he tell the therapist the therapist and what happenest ?
Maybe...
Hello Fate
Word Count: 500
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, heavy angst, mentions of past drug use
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“I want to circle back to something you mentioned in our last visit. You told me that you had hoped that when you woke up that no one would be there and that you were saddened to find your grandfather there. Can we go back to that?”
“That day I woke up?” Ransom shifts in his chair, his mouth moving as if he wants to say more, Dr. Gray nodding slowly.
“It’s a significant time in your life. A rebirth, as you mentioned prior. I’d say I’d have to agree. Would you care to expand on that?”
“I wasn’t supposed to be alive. I didn’t want to face him. I didn’t think he’d be there for me to even look in him the eye. I’d let him down. Again.”
“And what happened after?”
“He had told me that…” Ransom stops, emotions threatening to bubble to the surface. “She’d moved away.”
“You thought she found a way out.”
“I’d pushed her away from me. To keep her from continuing from getting hurt. In a way, as devastated as I was, at least she was away from me. I couldn’t hurt her anymore.”
“Pushing her away?”
“Do you think I deserved someone like her? I’ve known it since we met. I figured that I messed up too many times that I could just keep going. Eventually she’d understand that she could do better. Find someone better.”
His thoughts go to Andy, seeing the lawyer hold the door open for you when you first had your mediated conversation, the way he kept all his attention on you, never wavering.
“How is your relationship with her now? It must have been a shock to know she was local and that she had your children.”
“It’s non-existent. I found out I’m a father in a coffee shop, Dr. Gray. I had a lot of questions and none of them were answered. My kids didn’t know I existed for three years. I missed their births, seeing their milestones.”
Dr. Gray nods, waiting for him to finish.
“And all I could tell myself that day when I walked away from them after seeing them for the first time that I deserved it. She had three years without having to deal with me and I wonder…”
He stares off for a moment, his leg shaking back and forth.
“Wonder what, Ransom?”
“If they would have survived if I had still been around. As much as my accident was a wake up call, I have to wonder sometimes if it was meant to be.”
“Meant to be?”
“She got sick once, when I was using pretty heavily. I was so out of it that I didn’t take her seriously and she called Harlan to pick her up and take her to the emergency room. I have to wonder that if she would have stayed and I was still using if she could have survived if anything happened to her while she was pregnant. If they…”
Dr. Gray watches him find his composure.
“It’s in the past, I know,” Ransom finalizes. “She made it without me and in a sense, I think she needed to be alone.”
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sercezgazety · 5 months
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“Of Herbert West, I can only speak with mild annoyance,” Dan tells the police when he finally stops shaking for long enough to string more than two words together. And oh, how they waited for that moment, with the recorders and notepads ready, impatient and faux-polite every time Dan tried to answer a question and broke down instead. Now, now he’s calmer, but also not that helpful since all that’s happened is just kind of foggy. Probably for the best. “Though we shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” he adds, remembering the lessons he’s been taught from a very young age, because he’s always been a good kid.
The officer gives him a weird look after that last part.                  
“And there’s no reason to,” Dan says hurriedly. Why, he can’t tell. “I mean, in West’s case. He kept to himself, mostly. He… studied a lot, I think. Kept regular hours. Paid on time, didn’t party, didn’t have anyone coming over.”
Never left a mess, Dan wants to add, but that is so blatantly untrue given the circumstances, the words just refuse to leave his mouth.
“Then why the annoyance?”
Dan squints at the policewoman, trying to figure out what kind of question is that. Are they already gathering evidence against West? Well, yeah, probably, that’s why he’s here. There’s no suspect, no one to arrest anymore, just an entire morgue out of order and a lot of dismembered corpses. And some ... complete corpses. He wonders briefly to which group Herbert’s belongs, but tries to focus, lest he goes into shock once again. The officers here were clearly not taught how to deal with it, just like with everything that happened at Miskatonic. But it doesn’t seem like Dan was particularly prepared for any of that as well, and West’s fate suggests neither was he. Still, he gave Dan his notes, his life’s work, and Dan should probably hold on to these, otherwise it’s all for— all—
“What annoyance?” he asks.
He has to admit, the officer is really trying to remain polite. “The one you’ve just referred to, Mr. Cain,” she says, and she doesn’t even roll her eyes.
Dan pauses, considering the question. It’s not just that it’s the police asking it, it’s— it’s also the subject. He doesn’t know how to put it all into words, the insufferable demeanor, the ill-timed jokes and weirdly intense stare, the way West moves — moved — noiselessly, sneaking up on you until you— you were constantly on edge. The clipped voice, the contempt radiating from his every gesture, the absurdly well-pressed shirts that made everyone around him look sloppy. And other things as well, the things West caused.
But, no matter how much Dan would love for that to be true, he didn’t cause them all by himself. Dan was substantial in achieving this clusterfuck, and while West suffered the consequences, while Meg is lying there, Dan is apparently fine, absolutely fine and unharmed, struggling with putting a tenth of it into words.
He settles on, “Have you met Herbert West?”
“Yes, actually.” The officer winces. “Been called by the hotel staff to investigate a funny smell in his room last month.”
“Huh,” Dan says, unsure how to react without offering any information that would lead to the notes being confiscated. He should just give them to the police freely, he really should. They’re the cause of… all of this. They, and Dan.
“We found a rabid hamster,” the policewoman adds cheerfully.
Of course they did.
She waits for a second, awkwardly, clearly expecting an answer, but since there’s none, she returns to the original line of questioning.  “So you didn’t spend much time with Mr. West?” she asks, her smile only getting wider, as if that was supposed to hide the obvious trap.
Is it a trap, though?
“Not much.” Dan shrugs. “We worked different shifts. Barely passed each other in the kitchen.”
It’s not a lie.
The woman makes a show of shuffling papers and pretending to read something, and now Dan’s not that sure about her being polite anymore.
“It’s odd,” she says with hesitation that screams insincerity. “It says here in the report that he used to visit you at the morgue.”
Some part of Dan tells him he should be alarmed by the course of the conversation, but the rest of him can’t focus for long enough to tell why is that, too busy trying to avoid thinking about the place the officer’s just brought up.
“He came to visit once,” he says warily. “It just happened to be at the time when, um.” When the Dean was killed sort of by them? He was supposed to go the police with this fact himself, wasn’t he. And now, now they’d probably believe him, given what’s transpired. He told Meg he wanted to confess, he just needed proof. There’s plenty of it now. This is the perfect opportunity to face the music and, well, no, not come clean. Dan will never be clean, he’ll never be able to reverse or even atone for what happened, especially now, with West gone, when all of this was for nothing and all what’s left is the notes Dan traded for West’s life. “When the Dean came by as well,” Dan finishes, and it’s half this weird loyalty for his dead accomplice, half simple cowardice. “And got… angry.”
The officer gives a perfunctory nod and pretends to jot that down. Dan is pretty sure the subject is going to come back sooner or later.
“It’s an odd place to pay a visit,” she comments for now.
“Well.” Dan’s muscle memory immediately tells him how to rub his neck sheepishly. It would have had a better effect, though, had the hand not returned smeared with blood. He’s changed already. How the fuck did that happen? Does he still have blood in his hair? What else, then? “You know. It’s the place I worked in.”
“And why did Mr. West decide to visit you at work?”
Um.
“He knew I was upset that day.” Technically true, but now what? Do they know about the student loan? It’s not really an information he should volunteer to the police, it sounds like a motive. “My cat died the day before. It was rather… sudden,” he decides to say. “I had sort of meltdown when I learned about it.”
“What sort of meltdown?” the woman asks, and only now Dan can see the mistake he’s just made. Way to go, he’s probably being promoted from a witness to a possible suspect. “Are you prone to those?”
All he can do is shake his head.
“Were you angry that day?”
“No, just sad,” Dan says hurriedly, trying to salvage the situation. Though he wasn’t supposed to be doing that, he was supposed to come clean. “It just shook me up a bit, I’ve had him for years.” He gulps, but there’s absolutely no saliva in his mouth now. “Death… is always something hard to accept.” Still technically true. Can one perjure themselves outside of the court? Is that an offense that actually exists?
The officer’s sympathetic expression is what makes Dan remember why exactly he’s here. Ah yes, dealing with death. Yeah. It’s funny, how you can ignore an open wound for entire minutes, and then it reopens, even though it’s been there, gaping, all along. Now, it’s somehow bigger, and Meg is much more dead than a second ago, as if that were a gradable adjective.
But given that death indeed is something hard to accept — and there are so many ways of not accepting it, turns out, much more than Dan’s ever suspected — he just refuses to acknowledge the reality for a second longer, and carries on, “So he came to check up on me. He knew how much I liked him.”
“Oh.” The policewoman brightens up in a gotcha! kind of way. “So you two were close after all.”
“No, no, no.” Dan’s response is so hurried, it’s hardly natural. “I meant Rufus.”
“Who’s Rufus?” the officer asks in confusion that appears actually genuine this time, and Dan wants to scream.
It’s such a small thing, really, but it’s like he just can’t communicate the simplest thought, and that’s not even the real problem here. He doesn’t know what the police wants from him, and if he doesn’t know that, he doesn’t know what information to avoid.
Why is he trying to avoid anything, anyways? The worst has already happened. He can’t hurt West, nor Meg. Not anymore, that is. He’s done a pretty good job until that moment, though.  He tries to inhale through his nose, but it’s a bad idea. Some occupants of this office must have no reservations when it comes to smoking indoors, and the smell is making his nausea worse.
“Rufus is— yeah, um.” Jesus. Come on. “Rufus was—”
There’s a pathetic stutter even he can hear, and it’s not like he’s talking about a person or anything. It’s just Rufus, for now. There will be people he’ll need to talk about. How is he going to deal with the funerals if he can’t mention a dead cat?
Will he be expected to say something? In front of the casket? That probably depends on who he was to Meg, finally. A fiancée? Kind of, but more probably a boyfriend. She accepted his proposal, fine, but he’s not sure whether he accepted hers. He got distracted. No, actually, Herbert distracted him, and Dan’s pretty sure that was on purpose. Did they break up for real last night? Maybe an ex-boyfriend, then. Murderer? That one for certain, so why would they let him into the church at all? Does he have the right to go there?
At least in case of West, he’s pretty sure the event is not going to take place at a church. They’ve never discussed faith — why would they? — but something tells Dan, West wasn’t a very devoted follower of any religion. It’s entirely possible that he avoided temples because he’d burst into flames the moment he entered one of those. No one’s going to care enough to intervene, no matter who shows up during the very much secular ceremony, anyways. If anyone decided to come at all.
Dan would come. He’d want to come, he realizes. There, unlike at Meg’s funeral, he wouldn’t be an impostor but an accomplice. He deserves to be there, whatever the hell that means.
“Rufus was the dead cat,” he finishes as neutrally as he can.
“Hmm.” Now, the officer’s eyes are sharp again. Calculative, though in a different way than West’s were. She, for one, doesn’t seem insane. “There is a weird pattern of animal abuse allegations with Mr. West,” she remarks, trying to make it sound offhanded. “Five different cases, and every time, without fail, turned out it was a false alarm.”
“Rufus got his head stuck in a jar,” Dan says automatically. Doesn’t know why. “Suffocated.”
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andreafmn · 1 year
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Collision - Chapter 14
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Word Count: 3.7K
Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.
Chapter: 14/?
Warnings: more heartbreak, underage drinking, swearing, steamy scene (no smut)
A/N: I promise this is not turning into a Paul fanfic (although all my twilight stories need to have some connection to him cause he is one of my favorites). But reader is kind of going on a downward spiral for a bit. She'll come out way better at the end but there are three whole months unaccounted for in the books that I need to make up and I love angst, so. This chapter is a mess and so is reader.
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Chapter 14
There was an intricacy to breakups that (Y/N) had not yet grasped. She wanted to feel everything at once. Rid her memory of all things Cullen for once and all.
But this type of heartbreak wasn’t like the others. It consumed you bit by bit. Chipping away at your very soul until there was nothing left but the shell of a person. It was the kind of heartbreak people wrote songs about, poetry about, books about. The kind that is forever etched into your mind as the one that altered the chemical composition of your being. The one that becomes a checkpoint for your life – there is you before the heartbreak and the you afterward.
(Y/N) didn’t want to feel all of that. She needed her life to go on as if nothing had happened. Maybe this was the push she needed to go to med school. Maybe this was the reason she moved out of state and traveled. Maybe this was the point in her life where all the good things came.
Nothing works out as one wants.
She fell into a vicious cycle.
She would wake. She would go to work. She would come home. She would cry. She would sleep. Then, she would wake again.
And somehow a whole month had gone by.
She would wake. She would work. She would cry. She would sleep. Every. Single. Day.
At some point, (Y/N) was made aware of Bella Swan’s similar status. The poor girl had suffered the same fate she had. It made her think they had been cursed. If there were vampires and werewolves, witches and curses didn’t seem like such a fantastical idea anymore.
Maybe that’s what the two Cullen men had done to them. Cursed them with their love. Their bittersweet love.
One thing kept playing in (Y/N)’s head. Words Carlisle had used to make sure the wound never closed. 'Just like your father.’ That sentence had been carved into her skin, sending shivers down her spine each time she remembered it. He was right. She had been resolute in the idea of leaving everyone she loved behind for him. For a simple man that cared more about his reputation than her heart.
It made her think too much of Joshua Uley. She had been very young when he left. With the years the image of him started fading from her memory. First, she couldn’t remember his voice. Then, his face blurred. Finally, she could not even remember how it felt to be hugged by him.
She knew Sam resembled him the most in appearance. Their mother would often cry about how much he reminded her of him. But she always said (Y/N) had his eyes and his soul.
“If only you both could have met him when we fell in love,” Allison would cry to them – inebriation aiding to her woes. “My little (Y/N), your heart is just like his was. But I know you are stronger.”
The girl had never understood what her mother had meant. Until now. She felt she was all the bad parts of her father. She was going to abandon her family in a selfish search for a life that made sense to her. No longer could she recall the way her father would read her to sleep; how he would kiss her wounds after getting them clean and wrapped; how he celebrated each time she came home with an outstanding grade. Now all she could recall were the bad things he did. The way he acted when he would drink; how he would fight with her mother when he thought the kids weren’t listening; how he left his family without a second thought.
Glimpses of her childhood flooded her mind. Her brain nitpicking at the specific bad moments she felt identified with.
That particular Saturday one memory stood out. She remembered every time her father would get angry, specifically the thing he would do right after. In the entrance hallway closet, there was a floorboard that was loose. Inside, Joshua would store a collection of liquor bottles hidden from the eyes of his family. (Y/N) had once investigated the hiding place. At her young age, she had no idea what the liquids were, but she knew it made her father act out of the ordinary and be led by his emotions.
Maybe that was what she needed at the moment, she thought. There could not be any other reason for her brain to concoct that memory now - (Y/N) had not spared a thought for her father in over a decade. Maybe what she needed was the liquid that made everyone speak their mind, even if unwillingly. The bitter nectar that could make her father shift from anger to sadness, to disappointment in a matter of minutes. That’s what she needed. To feel everything at once and purge it all out of her system. Surely that was the way she would get over losing a life with Carlisle Cullen.
She was by herself that day. Her mother had pulled a double shift at work and would not be back until the early hours of the morning. So, she headed to the closet in hopes that she had been the only one to discover the secret hideout.
The door of the closet creaked as she swung it open, the sound hurting her ears. If someone else had been in the house, they would have most definitely heard it. The small room was unassuming. Good enough to store the thick jackets they would need for winter as well as some lighter ones for the rest of the year. Boxes were piled at the top on a shelf, and shoes and bags were thrown about on the floor.
Her eyes quickly were transfixed on the wooden board from the corner that slightly stuck out. To anyone else, it would simply look like it needed to be pushed down, but (Y/N) knew the reason it never was.
She had taken a flathead screwdriver and used that to jam it into the space between the floorboard and the emptiness underneath, prying the old plank open. And just like she had remembered, half a dozen bottles of an assortment of liquor bottles were strung on the floor. Most of them were halfway done, the others only a quarter of liquid was left in them.  
(Y/N) lifted one that she recognized. The label reading vodka reminded her of the one and only time she had had alcohol in her system. A stupid weekend afternoon in her school where her roommate had decided to sneak in a bottle after Christmas break. She had brought it back from her home and had told everyone that her parents had allowed her to drink whilst she was home.
It had been reckless and stupid, and she had ended up puking all night, promising she would never drink again.
But she also remembered how it was the first time that she truly felt homesick. Well, she had always felt a bit homesick, but that was the first time she outwardly expressed it. For her – at that time, at least – emotions were too much of a distraction. They kept her from striving forward, doing whatever she had to do to earn the best education possible. And so, she repressed everything. Until she downed half the bottle of vodka her roommate had brought back.
So, she drank.
And she would continue to drink for the next two weeks during the times she was by herself. The next weekend, she paid a guy twenty bucks to get her enough bottles of vodka from the store to get her through the month. It was stupid and reckless, but that was exactly how she felt.
She hid the bottles under the same floorboard her father would. Sneaking around to take a small swig before she would go to bed; hiding a drink after she came home from work; spending the days she was alone drinking and crying.
The next Saturday after the first time she found the bottles was no different. (Y/N) took hold of two bottles, placing the wooden floorboard down just as she had found it. She did not want her mother to find anything awry, not even herself.
So, at two in the afternoon she started to drink.
The first swig of the bottle always went down roughly. It burned all the way from her throat until it hit her empty stomach. She knew the feeling would be almost instantaneous. Without any food in her system and no water intake, her head would be swaying after the third sip from the bottle.
She didn’t mind the burn. She welcomed the almost unbearable sting the alcohol left. It wasn’t as strong as she had remembered the drink to be, but it was good enough for its purpose. She would feel it all. She would fill the vast nothingness she felt inside. She would drink until she forgot.
Four hours and two bottles completely drained later, (Y/N) lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling as it spun around her. Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn’t necessarily feel like crying. They simply fell. She also felt tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep. She was tired of feeling dread. She was tired of grieving. She was tired of yearning for something that would never be hers.
“Did you know you could actually die from heartbreak?” (Y/N) spoke to no one in particular. She was by herself. Completely alone. “It’s true. It’s called broken heart syndrome. It’s when a stressful event makes the body release a massive surge of adrenaline and noradrenaline causing the small arteries that supply blood to the heart to narrow, decreasing blood flow to the heart. It’s rare that someone would die from this. But it doesn’t mean it can’t happen,” she sighed for a pause and continued. “I never understood this until now. I questioned how anyone could care so much about something – someone – that their own body knows when that person hurts them. The heart becomes weaker when that person decides to trample all over it. Can you imagine?  What would people say?!”
And then she laughed. She laughed until her stomach hurt. Because how stupid did she feel? Promising her future to someone so unpredictable, so volatile. Someone she had no idea existed until a few months before.
Then, she cried. Because she felt stupid. For considering abandoning her mother, and her brother. For considering spending eternity with someone that did not deserve it. Someone that had been so careless with her heart – with her love.
Her cries were so loud she did not hear the sound of the front door as it opened.
Paul had been walking down the street after coming back to Sam’s house after a useless patrol. The Cullens were gone, he had thought, what was the need to keep on the lookout? He was bored. Sure, he detested the bloodsuckers, but he liked the thrill of threatening them when they walked too close to the treaty line, the adrenaline that rushed through him as he rushed after one of them when he smelt them from afar, the dreaming that one day one of them would step out of line and he could sink his teeth into one of them. Now, it was no fun.
As he walked, he kicked a pebble down the street. There was only one person he wanted to spend time with, but she was slightly preoccupied with getting over one of the cold ones. To him it was easy. He was a man that could never give her the life she deserved. Someone who would simply bring her into a life of hiding, a life she wasn’t made for.
In Paul’s mind, (Y/N) was made for grandeur. She was meant to save people, to make a name for herself in the medical community. She was meant to make it out of their little town and move on to bigger, greater things.
What Carlisle had done was be a coward in Paul’s eyes. The man had it all. Money, power, a united family, and the best woman out there. He literally had it all. And threw it all away at the first sign of trouble. Paul knew his money wouldn’t suffer; he would always have his standing between his people; his family would follow him wherever he went. But (Y/N). (Y/N) was collateral damage to him. He had taken what he wanted and thrown her aside. If he hated the Cullens, this stuck the nail in the coffin.
It had been a month since he had spoken to her. A month and a half since he had seen her completely break down in front of him over a man that was not worth it. So many days had been robbed from them, their friendship. Days he could have used to rekindle their relationship, to transform it. So much time that had been stolen by Carlisle Cullen and his cowardly actions.
“If she’d give me a chance, I would make sure she knew how lucky I was to have her by my side,” Paul had said one night at the beach to Jared, babbling on as he normally did when speaking of (Y/N). “That bloodsucker has no idea what he’s let go of. Either way, she deserves so much better.”
“And that’s you?” Jared asked between laughs. “I don’t think I need to remind you, but she did choose him at some point in time. Even after your lousy attempt at swaying her to you.”
“I could be everything she didn’t know she needed.”
Paul grinned at the memory, the same way he had grinned that night because he truly believed his words.
 In his reminiscence, Paul heard sobs. A heart-wrenching sound that he had grown to know. He’d heard it but a month ago, and he would hear it every night he walked by her window. It was a sound he wished he could erase from his memory and take from her repertoire.
Many times, he’d listened to her cry until she would fall asleep, never getting closer under direct orders from Sam. This was her heartbreak to navigate, Sam had told her. There is not much they could do about it.
But this time was different. Her cries were mixed with a sharp smell, one he could not tie to (Y/N), but one he remembered well from his times in high school. A dangerous weapon when in a state of sadness.
Paul walked up the creaky stairs of the porch, pressing his ear to the front door to confirm the cries that emanated from the other side. His hand checked the doorknob to find it unlocked, and without much preamble, he walked in.
(Y/N) was on the floor in the middle of the dark living room, clutching her chest and crying. Empty bottles of vodka surrounded the girl. The smell hit the wolf right away, burning his nostrils. It was a devastatingly heartbreaking scene.
“Why?” (Y/N) cried, not yet noticing Paul’s presence. “I f-fucking loved you.”
“(Y/N)?” Paul called out startling the inebriated girl. She sat up quickly and clutched her head as she clearly felt the wooziness from the alcohol. “What’re you doing?”
“W-why ‘r you here?” she slurred. “W-why?”
“I could hear and smell you from outside, (Y/N).” He was worried. Not only was he hurt to see his friend like that, but it surprised him to the lengths she was going to forget that Cullen man. It was reckless. “What’s going on,
“I’m a fucking mess, Paul.” She looked defeated. Completely and utterly defeated. “I-I wanna forget him. I wanna rip every piece of my skin he touched. I wanna incinerate every single memory I have of him. I wanna rid my body and my soul of anything I put his name on. I wanna fucking detest him.”
“This isn’t the way to do it, (Y/N). It’s barely six in the afternoon and you are drunk out of your mind. How long have you been like this?”
“Why do you care? I can do whatever I want,” she continued to slur her words. “I’m going to feel everything I need to feel and forget him. Forget he ever existed. Forget anything that he made me feel.”
(Y/N) crashed onto Paul’s chest as she continued to cry. Her emotions quickly flipped between anger and sorrow, unable to control the fast switch. She felt completely out of control, unable to moderate how her feelings came out. But it was better than feeling a suffocating nothing.
Just like the first night, she cried on Paul as he rubbed comforting circles on her back to calm her down.
“Tell me what I can do,” he whispered into her ear. “What can I do to help you through this, (Y/N)? I can’t stand to see you like this.”
She didn’t know how to answer. There wasn’t much she was sure of those days. Still, she felt an overwhelming feeling creep into her. As she lifted her head and stared into Paul’s eyes, she couldn’t help but lean forward, crashing her lips onto his.
It was warm, she thought. Unbearably warm. The kiss was sloppy and unskilled, messy, and hungry. Maybe it wasn’t what she wanted but it was what she felt she needed at that moment. Because she needed to forget. And with just enough distractions she could maybe do just that. Forget.
(Y/N) moved her body until she was on top of Paul, straddling his lap. Her hands grasped at the short hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to her. It made her whole body ignite with a fire she had not felt in a while. She craved physical touch, intimacy, and sexual desire. And Paul could give her that. She wanted to forget how comforting the cold had become to her. She wanted to be warm – burning hot. (Y/N) wanted the complete opposite of who and what Carlisle was.
She wanted more.
Her hands dropped to the hem of Paul’s white wifebeater, pulling it off his torso, then landing on his toned chest. She ran them through his muscles, her fingers tracing the Quileute tattoo that adorned his arm. She felt intoxicated by something stronger than the alcohol running through her body. Something that edged the bad decisions on, tempting her to let her intrusive thoughts win.
Feeling unsatisfied with how slow everything was going, (Y/N) dove her hands down as she kissed Paul’s jaw and neck, fumbling for the button on his pants. That was until Paul took hold of her shaking hands.
“What’re we doing here, (Y/N)?” He was breathing hard, unable to stabilize his breath properly. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m sober enough to make my own decisions,” she retorted. “Plus, they say to get over someone you should get under someone else. So, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“So I’m just your rebound.”
“Gods, Paul! When did you get so sentimental?” (Y/N) said exasperated. Getting up, she threw his shirt at his chest trying in any way to let out her frustration. “I thought this was something you wanted.”
“Not like this,” he said. His response was unnaturally soft. Paul could see how much (Y/N) was hurting, and as much as he wanted nothing more than to be this close to her in any way possible, he could not do it this way. “(Y/N), you’re drunk and emotional. I can’t do this when I know you’re not in your right headspace.”
“Why do you care where my head is? It’s just sex.”
“If tomorrow you feel the same way, then we can talk. But I simply can’t,” he responded. “I care too much about you to let you do something you might regret when you’re in this state. Let’s get you to bed, (Y/N). What you need is to sleep.”
“What if I went somewhere else to get what I want?” It was clear that she wanted to hurt him, push him to the edge until eventually, he broke. Her subconscious mind told her it was wrong. To manipulate his feelings this way was the worse thing she could do to someone she cared about so much. But her alcohol-subdued mind spat whatever it could to get what it wanted. “Maybe I’ll call up Jared. Maybe even Jake might jump at the request. I honestly could not care less.”
His eyes softened at her as she spewed those empty threats. Paul knew where they were coming from a place of pain and need. Even if they did hurt him, he understood that this (Y/N) was not the one he loved. She was a mask put on to hide her true feelings.
“Look, (Y/N). I would bring down the fucking moon for you if you asked,” he whispered as he closed the distance between them. His hands landed softly on both sides of her face, shifting her lowered gaze to meet his. “If you want to go sleep with the first guy you see, that’s your prerogative. But I can’t let you do that when your decisions are being made when you are absolutely fucked up. As your best friend, I won’t allow it.”
(Y/N) stared into Paul’s eyes, defeat slowly taking over. He was right. Completely right.
Then, the waterworks came once more.
“I just want it to stop,” she cried. “I want to get over him. I want to go on as if nothing ever happened because it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.”
“I know,” he said. “And it will keep hurting for some time, but this is not the way to do it.”
“It’s a way,” she whispered. “I’m tired.”
“Let’s get you to bed and we can try and talk tomorrow. How about that?”
Finally giving up, (Y/N) allowed Paul to guide her to her room. She snuggled herself into bed as Paul set a glass of water and two aspirins on the bedside table. It was a nurturing side to Paul she had not seen before, or simply had not noticed. He cared for her just like she had cared for him when they were little.
“Make sure you drink this as soon as you wake up.” She nodded in response. Too tired to talk anymore. “And, (Y/N). Don’t make any bad decisions while I’m not around.”
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foodiewithdahoodie · 8 months
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"hopper barely explained to her why she couldnt leave the cabin when she kept asking “when is soon” after counting down days being isolated" <- one of your tags. a very fair point, but what was he supposed to say?
"hey kid, if i let you leave you, me and all your friends are going to get murdered. and i know you're a fighter so you're going to want to fight, but no matter what you do you these guys won't ever stop hunting you and you won't be able to be there to save everyone all the time so someone is going to get hurt and you're going to blame yourself for it even if it's not your fault." ?
that would've only scared el (and hopper is trying to give her a safe space) or worse, made her angry enough to leave in a self-fulfilling prophecy.
it's an impossible position he was in and he didn't go around it the "best" way but there really was no better way to go about it :/
Hello Anon! Here's ways that Hopper could have communicated better to El.
El already knows bad men exist. She was able communicate that to the Party in s1 after seeing what happened to Benny. So, Hopper explaining to her that there are more than those few bad men she saw with bigger weapons than before would've taught her how to measure the situation of danger. You say that El would've been scared, but she has never stopped being scared actually and adapts.
Her being scared is what led her to escape the lab, survive in the woods for a time period, and keeping the Party from danger when she kept messing with the compass. El knows what fear is, that's why she refused to let Mike talk to adults, and she was there for when the government vans were chasing after them and when Brenner met the Party at school. All harrowing experiences she lived through.
What you said in the ask is actually the perfect thing for Hopper to voice to El because he's giving her answers instead of beating around the bush being vague with her about the time she can see Mike and Co. He's giving her the necessary information to keep everyone alive and safe. When it comes to stuff like that, matters not that El is a child, she needs to know the severity of the situation because her being spotted outside the cabin affects not just her but everyone who lied for her. The government would see everyone as an accomplice and just like in s4 when that other government agent was being tortured for knowing El's at NINA with Brenner, that could be the fate of El's loved ones.
El values the truth. It's why she asked Mike if he loved her. She asks Hopper for the truth about when she can leave the cabin. Hell, Hopper should've told her "I don't know really because the government is still looking for you" and that would have been honest over stringing her along while she's counting down the days she's been separated from Mike and Co. It's okay for an adult to admit they don't have all the knowledge to a child.
Doesn't help that Hopper is YELLING/THREATENING TO SEND HER BACK TO THE LAB/AND IS SLAMMING THINGS (safe space where? she compares him to Papa) when he knows she was in a shitty situation and is ignorant to the world. Ignorance can get you killed especially with the way Hawkins lab and agents were being, so Hopper not at least giving her the PG-13 version of how at risk El leaving the cabin is, proves he's not exhausting all teachable moments. Not to mention, one of El's breaking points, is that Hopper forgot about spending Halloween with her (which she interprets as lying cuz Papa always lied to her) and that's why she felt stir crazy enough to go off into the world.
All El wants is information and honesty because Hopper withholding that just made El leave without giving any clues, Hopper had to try and find her. At least in s4 she left a note to Mike.
That's my take Anon.
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tomtenadia · 2 years
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Thicker than blood - 5
Here we go with another chapter.
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Rowan ran out of the mansion, collected his car and drove back into town. He had to go and clear his mind. Mate. Aelin Galathynius was his mate. That was not possible. It was a mistake. He knew that fate had a dark sense of humour but that verged on cruel.
Not only she was the heir of the oldest families in Orynth. She had a dark problem. One that was his job to get rid of. His job would be to bring her to a rehab facility and leave her there. But now, he was not sure. He should have done it the first night. Now… how could he even think about pushing his mate in such a horrible place.
Mate.
The world still alien on his lips, together with the taste of her. Damn what happened in that closet had destroyed him. She was stunning and intoxicating. He was drawn to her and now he knew why.
Fuck.
Shit. He was in deep unending shit.
He slammed hard a hand on the steering wheel and kept driving. How was he going to sort out that mess? Lorcan had managed to get Orynth police to pass the case to his unit and now he was in charge of the murders, which possibly meant work with her again. He wasn’t sure he could do that.
His job was to have her in cuffs and out of the streets. How could he let her go through rehab, though? Maybe… he thought about Aedion’s new drug. Maybe that would help.
What if she didn’t want help? His brain reminded him. She had made that clear. He had no intention of arresting her for murder. 
He parked the car in his familiar spot and slowly started to walk to the roof where he had met her, hoping to see her and maybe talk. He had disappeared like a scared man. Truth was, he was scared and conflicted.
He climbed the emergency stairwell and reached the top of the roof and was disappointed when he found it empty.
*
Aelin escaped the mansion without anyone realising. No one would notice her absence anyway. She was never at the centre of the attention at those events. She was just there to look pretty and give the impression of the perfect family for the media. People wanted to talk to Aedion and her parents. 
And that was okay by her. She enjoyed not being in the spotlight. It made her life easier. She would not mind to be Celaena forever. At the hospital, only Dorian knew who she was but he was a good friend who understood what living anonymously meant. He had fled Rifthold and his family and now worked at the blood bank. Strange job for a vampire, but he was her friend and he was the one giving her freebies once a week.
She hit the clubs and started having fun. Taking a deep breath she followed the scents until she found her victim. A man. She pulled him in the middle of the dance floor. The lights and the heavy crowd where the perfect hiding spot. She hugged the man tight and pretended to lean her face against the crook of his neck. The perfect disguise to attack. Aelin fed on him. The taste of alcohol and blood on her lips. Aelin took her fill until she smelled a better prey. This man had some sort of drug in him. Even better.
She went from club to club, victim to victim, until she was so high that her mind started slipping.
Slowly walked to the pier and leaned against the rail and stared at the water. She had gone too far that night. Her mind was so foggy that when a human stopped at her side she turned abruptly and saw a little girl. Her instincts were screaming for the young tasty blood but Aelin fought them. No kids. No. The girl walked away and Aelin collapsed on her knees and started sobbing silently. Her hand shaking terribly. All around her there were humans, and she was going crazy. She could not take it anymore. Aelin stood and grabbed a man and dragged him in an alley and drank until a set of powerful hands pulled her away. The scent of pine and snow and a set of beautiful green eyes locked on her.
“That’s enough for tonight.”
She growled at him and almost attacked Rowan. 
“Aelin…” his voice harsh “you are slipping.”
“Leave me alone,” a snarl came out of her “I am in control.”
Her shaking intensified and Rowan lifted in his arms and Aelin fell unconscious.
When she came to, Aelin found herself in a room that was definitely not hers and the smell was definitely off. Pine and snow. She groaned as the memory of Rowan interrupting her last meal coming back all of a sudden.
Why did he stop her? She was on the verge of the blissful oblivion she desperately sought and he took  that from her. A groan left her and turned in bed, her head heavy and her mouth had a strange taste. She turned and saw a glass of blood on the nightstand. With trembling hands Aelin tried to grab it but failed. A moment later the mattress dipped and saw Rowan, in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, sitting at her side. He grabbed the glass and slowly helped her to stand. She took the glass avidly but as soon as the blood touched her lips she pulled away “did…” her eyes locked on him “did you feed me this shit against my will?”
“Yes.”
Aelin pushed her hands against his chest and crawled to the end of the bed and landed on the ground but when she tried to stand she collapsed, her legs failing her.
Rowan went to help her.
“Stay away from me,” she started shaking once more “do not touch me…”
“Aelin… you are coming down from your high. You almost slipped last night.”
She pushed him back and started sobbing “I don’t need your help.”
“Please… I can help you. I know how you feel right now.”
Aelin tried to escape but her body failed “when you are minutes from slipping and then stop, your body goes into a kinda shock and you start coming down very quickly. It hurts like hell. You stop healing automatically for a few hours. You trashed in pain all night. It only got better when I forced synthetic blood down your throat.
“Keep that shit away.”
“Please, Aelin.”
“Stop calling me like that.”
“That is your name.”
Aelin’s gaze lifted and met his “that woman died a long time ago,” she confessed through gritted teeth. And that’s when the cramps started. She folded in two and vomited blood on his expensive wooden floor.
“It hurts…” she sobbed in his arms.
“I know,” Rowan went to the bathroom to grab a towel and cleaned her face then gently lifted her and deposited back in bed. She was still wearing the expensive green dress.
He ran to his closet and took out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts “I am just changing your clothes, okay?”
Aelin nodded. He covered her with the duvet and started rummaging under the covers to dress her again. It did not matter what happened at the party. He was not having her naked against her will. Even if it was only to change her clothes. It took him a while but he did manage to sort her clothing situation, then he pulled the duvet up to her chin and tucked her in nicely. He then sat at her side and started caressing her head gently. 
In her slumber, her face was relaxed and Rowan thought that she was the most stunning woman he ever saw. At the party, her blue eyes had not been covered by lenses and he got a chance to see them properly. They had a ring of gold. He closed his eyes and thought about her stare while in the closet. There was fierceness in all she did. 
His hand slowly brushed her hair once more “why are you doing this to yourself? What are you punishing yourself for?”
He chuckled “we are mates, fate has a weird sense of humour, eh?”
He lay down at her side and grabbed her hand that he placed on his chest and covered it with his “I will not let anything happen to you.”
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep a bit.
**
It was late at night by the time Lysandra and Aedion finally made it back home after the party.
Aedion being the golden boy he had been constantly needed by someone for photos or interviews or any sort of questions on his projects. Lysandra hated those events. Most of the times she was relegated to just a figurehead at his side. Her job only to smile. She would disappear and Aedion would find her straight away and sneak in a few kisses and apologising. If he could, he’d leave all the socialising to the Galathynius, but sometimes it was not possible.
They entered the house and switched on the lights and removing the tie was the first thing he did “Finally, I have been thinking about removing this trap since the moment I put it on.”
Lysandra walked to him and kissed him “maybe we can find a better use for it.”
“I like where your mind is going.”
She dragged him in the bedroom and he started to change in house clothes “did Aelin looked okay to you?”
Lysandra looked at him suspiciously “why? She seemed fine.”
He sat on the bed and removed his trousers “I am worried. She was distant and disappeared quickly. I know she doesn’t like that kind of party, but usually she hangs on a bit longer.”
Lysandra had been preoccupied too since she last saw her friend. Lysandra knew her secret but never had the guts to tell Aedion. It would break his heart. They were like brother and sister. She had been horrified when she had confessed him that she had indulged a couple of times but that she had stopped as soon as thing between them got serious. She had been terrified he’d leave her but Aedion had been understanding.
“Lys, is Aelin a junkie?’
Lysandra froze. The t-shirt halfway on. Fuck. Fuck and super fuck. There was no way she could lie to him. Not with something like this.
“I had this feeling for a while. I scented it on her once and since that day it’s just a feeling that never left me.”
Lysandra was silent.
“I want to help her.”
“She doesn’t want help. Don’t you think I tried?”
Aedion’s eyes snapped open. She had just given him the answer.
“How long?’
“I honestly don’t know. I found out one night when we went out and she showed me.
Aedion started pacing like a madman “this stays between us. I am not having Aelin locked up in a government facility.”
Lysandra wrapped her arms around his waist and Aedion pulled her closer “I have been suspecting for a while. Some of the new research is all in the hope she lets me help her before it’s too late.”
“I know, my love.” His head nested in her neck.
“I need to find a way to talk to her.” Lysandra brushed his long blonde hair “maybe I can talk to her.  She might allow me in the house at least.”
Aedion sighed deeply “I love her and her parents do too.”
Lysandra sat on the bed and dragged him down “I know. But you know her relationship with Rhoe and Evalin is more complicated.” His head leaned on her lap “Aelin has always been independent. They tried to force her in a role she did not want. Rhoe told she was a disappointment when she became an ME. Aelin loves that job. It hurts her, Aedion,” Lys brushed his hair “then all of a sudden you became the golden boy and I think it made things worse.”
Aedion sat down again “I had no intention of having her parents push her aside for me, Lys.”
Lysandra brushed his face “I know and Aelin loves you, but you need to see how it looks from her point of view. Rhoe barely talks to her.”
Aedion looked up at his fiancee and kissed her deeply “Talk to Aelin, I beg you.”
Lysandra chuckled “I will, now… fancy begging in another way?”
Aedion wrapped his arms around Lysandra and pulled her down at his side on the bed “I love you.”
*
In the main government building in central Orynth, mayor Arobynn Hamel was flipping through some papers when a man entered his office.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Morning, do you bring me the new reports?”
“Yes,” the assistant passed him the folder in his hands “ten more junkies have been sent to the deviation centre.” He explained.
“Good. That is good news. Give them one month and then dispose of them as usual.”
The other man nodded and left the office.
Hamel grinned wickedly and then went back to his job. 
He would get rid of all the vampires in Terrasen. That would be his legacy as mayor.
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Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 24 Breaking the news
Katja POV
"Okay...how do I look?" asked Damian as he came out of the bathroom in my apartment.
He must have been changing for the third time now. I don't think I've ever seen him so nervous and fidgety. Actually, I didn't think anything could faze this tall, cool man so quickly, but apparently meeting my parents was a big deal.
"You look great. You always do. And you looked great before, too. You have no reason to be nervous. I'm with you all the way, and if there's even one stupid, inappropriate comment from my mom, we're going home," I replied.
A few days have passed since our little crisis and the completely rushed marriage proposal. Fortunately, we had managed to talk about everything calmly so that nothing seemed to stand between us. We were doing well. I really thought I had messed things up between us, but Damian kept repeating that wasn't the case and that I had no reason to freak out. Even though I was really close to freaking out after Hunter's call.
"She's not going to be happy about our news. Especially not after what you said to her last time," he sighed as he sat down next to me on the bed.
We sat there as D took my hand while we watched Hazel lay on her blanket babbling to herself and kicking her arms and legs. I'm sure it wasn't long before she would roll over onto her tummy herself.
"I know, but this has nothing to do with her. And please don't forget that we don't mention that I was fired. That detail they don't necessarily need to know." I said as I looked up at him.
"But... Won't they find out about it anyway? Through social-media or something?" asked Damian.
"I don't think so. Neither of them use social-media. I'll tell them eventually, but definitely not today. What we have to tell them is enough for one day." I replied.
"True. And it sure won't help them like me one bit." he muttered.
"D, please.... it doesn't matter what they think. I don't need their approval. This is my life. And I have to do what's best for me. And as fate would have it, you are what I want. Family comes first. That's Hazel and you. I'm not going to live my whole life according to what my parents want. If I did that, I never would have started wrestling, we never would have met, and this little girl never would have been born." I explained to him as I snuggled up to him.
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"Katja! Hello my darling! Damian... it's good to see you. And my little Hazel. How is our angel?" mom greeted us.
I could tell she was trying hard to be nice. Hopefully it stayed that way.
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad. She's fine and so are we." I said as I stifled an eye roll.
"It's good to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Fay." replied Damian, who was holding Hazel, politely.
"Damian, I want to apologize. It was not my intention to behave so dismissively. I promise that I will try harder in the future. Katja has surely told you about our little argument. I am really embarrassed to have judged prematurely. I hope we can make a new beginning," Mom said.
I was really surprised that she took me seriously and apologized to Damian. Part of me had expected that she would not. Stubborn as she was, that had been a possibility. But maybe Dad had said something to her, too.
"I'd really appreciate that, Mrs. Fay," Damian said.
"Please call me Carla." she replied, holding out her hand to him. They shook hands as Dad now spoke up as well.
"Are you going to stand in the doorway all night? Come on in!" he said laughing.
"Damian, nice to meet you. I'm Jim." he added as we walked toward him.
"Likewise, sir." replied D, smiling.
I think that was the moment when his tension eased a little. We sat down at the table and talked. Again and again I saw Mom watching me and Damian and Hazel. And I could swear I saw her smiling softly. Even though she would probably never admit it.
The meal and the rest of the evening passed without any incidents. Hazel was sleeping peacefully in Damian's arms. But it was time to go home so she could sleep in her crib. However, I had not yet addressed the sensitive subject. I was afraid that it would destroy everything we had built up so far. But I had to tell them.
"Mom... Dad.... There's something else I need to tell you." I began hesitantly.
Damian put a hand on my leg for support. I put my hand on his and looked at him for a moment. It was now or never.
"What's wrong?" asked Dad.
"Well.... It's about what I'm going to do when I start working again. Hunter has offered me to work at the Performance Center as a trainer and make occasional appearances at NXT. This way I can take Hazel with me without having to travel with her all the time. However, that means I will be moving to Orlando," I explained to them.
"Orlando as in Florida?" Mom asked quietly.
"Yes. I know you don't like it when we're so far away, but that's a great offer. But we'll visit as often as we can and you can come to us." I replied.
"That's... a lot." said Mom in amazement.
"That's not all..." I continued.
"What else is there?" Dad wanted to know.
"Well we think it's best for Hazel and me to move in with Damian. We'll look for a house together in Orlando or surrounding areas. It will make it easier for us as a family." I said.
I looked over at my mom and saw her struggling with tears. Obviously, she didn't know what to say.
"Excuse me." she finally said as she got up from the table and went into the kitchen. I was already about to follow her when Dad said something.
"Give her a break, Kat. She needs time. I promise you she understands. We knew it would happen one day. Don't worry about us. But promise me you'll always call us and send us pictures of Hazel, okay?" replied Dad.
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Homecoming v.2
...get it.. because the first chapter of my long form sayuri fic is called "homecoming" and this would be version 2... funny... no you dont get it.. thats ok...
Day 6! :) Uh, I had sooo much on my mind for this one and i shortened it quite some so it wouldn't get out of hand. But there is sooo much still in my brain that will never come out. Classic "In my head AU"
Blink and you miss it reference to @depressedhatakekakashi's Yua because when I thought of this scenario and where Kakashi possibly could have gone, she would not leave my mind.
Uchiha Sayuri is this bitch
Role Reversal Au (but not like a total role reversal, Sayuri still has her scumbag father)
Rated M (there is mention of domestic abuse in here)
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for @narutoocshipweek Day 6: Role Reversal.
On an Anbu mission out of town Sayuri stood face to face with a ghost.
On an Anbu mission out of town Sayuri stood face to face with a ghost.
She didn’t need more than one look to realise who she had stumbled upon, the hair silver grey and white as it used to be, the uncovered eye lazy and disinterested. He was tall now, yes, stronger, larger, but he was still the same. No matter how many years she hadn’t seen him, she still felt hot now that she was back in his presence.
That Hatake Kakashi hadn’t died wasn’t a secret to her. In fact, she hadn’t thought him dead the moment he had run away. Kakashi was not a shinobi of second class. He had been Jounin at the age of 12 and not for no reason. No, Sayuri hadn’t believed what people had told her that he had died when he ran away from his shame and anger and disappointment. Neither had Rin, for what it was all worth. All of them had strongly believed that he was still alive somewhere, holding on, doing whatever it was that took his mind off things. But as years passed many lost their belief, even Gai after a while thought it must have been true. If Kakashi were still alive he would have sent them a message by name, he would have to have a reputation. There weren’t many people with sharingans running around.
But Sayuri had always known that he was still alive and around somewhere. At least since the mark on her wrist appeared and branded her. Soulmates were a weird concept that she could not wrap her head around until it was suddenly there. Three little symbols on her 14th birthday marking his name on her left hand. She couldn't exactly tell people that she knew he was still alive. Also because part of her wished to never see him again after everything, Rin dying, Kushina dying….. She didn’t feel like explaining this to him.
Running from him forever however just put her right here in this place with him. He was wearing armour, his hair long and pulled back in a tiny ponytail not unlike the way his father had worn it when he had come back from whatever place he had travelled to that had kept him from Konoha as long as it did. Back when he appeared with a child but without a wife and refused to talk about the circumstances. Sayuri of course had not yet been born back then, but her father had complained about it often enough.
Kakashi’s eyes shot up as if he could feel her stare on his face and their eyes met for the first time in almost 10 years. His were still as grey as ever and hers were the signature black that the Uchiha genes provided. He nodded and Sayuri nodded back. What else was there to do? She slid over to his table and sat down on the opposite side without asking if it was alright with him, placing her Anbu mask on the table next to her.
“Your mask is a dog”, Kakashi stated without introduction or hello or other conversation starter. “That’s a fun twist of fate is it not?” 
She didn’t feel like telling him that it was a Hound, which was yes, a dog, but bigger, and that yes, she had picked it because she had remembered his dog pack back from when she was young, instead a million other questions swirled around in her mind. And though she should have maybe asked “Where were you?” or “Why didn’t you message us that you were alright?” or “What the hell are you wearing?” The words she settled on were more personal and expressed a deep pain in her heart that she had maybe always felt, but that was definitely bubbling to the surface now.
“Why did you leave me?” 
This was probably not the right thing to ask, seeing as Kakashi hadn’t left her personally. He had just left their village, their teachers, their friends -one of whom happened to be Sayuri. But it felt like a direct slide to her, now that teachers and friends had died or moved on, she could not help but feel angry and disappointed at it. Here he was, all grown up and healthy and happy from the looks of it and that stung more than she could admit out loud.
Kakashi waved to the barman and he brought two sake cups to place before either of them. He drank the entire cup before he spoke, throwing the long hair into his face. He wasn’t wearing a hitai-ate anymore, but his sharingan eye was covered by a thin bandana bearing rune-like symbols that Sayuri had never seen. He sighed deeply: “You must have known I was still alive out there.”
Not a reply to her question, he was just evading what she had accused him of. Of course, he was aware she had known he was still alive. Sayuir’s eyes darted to her left wrist that was at the moment covered under her thick black gloves and then to his hands, which too were behind gloves. If she had his name it meant that he had hers. At least theoretically.
“You could have contacted me”, she now said and the words were bitter on her tongue. Kakashi just shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “I did not think I had anything to say”, he replied and sounded like a spoiled little child.
Sayuri took her own sake cup and drowned it down, filled it and downed it again. “Gai thought you were dead”, she said bitterly. “Does that mean nothing to you?” 
“You could have always told him.”
He must have known well enough by now that the soulmate marks were only visible to oneself, and, at least that's what the legend said, to your soulmate. So Sayuri had tried and failed to inform Gai about Kakashi’s wearabouts, had told him she was sure he was still out there, without mentioning her mark, but Gai had always assumed she was just telling him things to please him. “You don’t have to lie to me, Sayuri. It is ok. I am quite fine.” It had been a hopeless case. Even though he’d been away, there was no way Kakashi didn’t understand that.
“Oh yeah, that would have been so easy, you got me”, she spit out and moved her head away. “Still, I thought you’d be more interested in knowing how we are all doing.”
She noticed that he was wearing a tiny Hatake symbol on his frontal plate. It reminded her a little of the Uchiha crest her father wanted her to wear underneath her ANBU armour plate as if it made a difference. She had objected of course, to no avail. Everybody in ANBu was supposed to know which clan she belonged to first and foremost. IT was disgusting actually.
“I was. But I don’t think I could have just returned after I was away for so many years. Don’t you think they would have asked questions?” Kakashi said and he was obviously right. Had he returned after he was declared dead he could have been seen as a threat to the village. Especially if his answers about where  he was and why he didn’t give notice were unsatisfactory.
“But then again, I’m not sure Minato-sensei would have done that to me”, he continued musing. “He did have a soft spot for me anyway… I assume MInato-sensei did end up becoming Hokage, right?”
Of course, Sayuri laughed which gained her a confused look by her opposite, he did not know that they died. Why should he? But that also meant he was in a place so cut off from the outside world that he hadn’t heard about the Kyuubi. He must also not know about Rin, about the other changes in the world. It was so hard to believe that he was away so long and so thoroughly that he missed the death of two of his most important people.
Sayuri emptied another cup of sake. That was three in quick succession and she was well on her way to getting blackout drunk. Maybe that was the only way she could deal with this situation right now, she thought. “Minato is dead. So is Kushina-sensei and….” Her voice broke before she could name Rin.
Kakashi’s eye went wide, she could see him breathe in and out below his mask. “Died?” His voice was quieter and he copied her and emptied a cup of sake. Who knew how many he had had at this point.
“When I was 13, yes. The nine-tailed fox attacked the village and killed both of them. They left behind a baby son”, Sayuri explained and remembered that night. The screams, the chaos, the specific instructions that they were not allowed to help the fighting shinobi. She had just recently joined ANBU on Kushina’s encouragement and felt utterly helpless and horrible. And then the persecution of the Uchiha made her father even more unhinged than he already was…
“You know if you’d contact me once you saw the burn mark on your wrist, then you’d maybe know about them dying”, she said in anger and tapped with her finger next to his left hand. Kakahi pulled the hand away as if she had burned it and frowned: “I was not able to contact anybody at that age. I’m sorry to hear of their death….”
He really seemed like he meant it. “Whatever”, Sayuri said. “Their son looks exactly like Minato, he keeps the village on its toes. Not that I could take care of a child - can’t even take care of myself…” 
It was weird sitting there with him and drinking sake cup after sake cup with a long lost friend. The guy she used to crush on when she was younger and more naive. He looked so similar to the version of him that had been dominating her mind, but he was so different. The lines around his eyes were deeper and his facial structure was more mature. Also his voice, of course, his voice had dropped down and was now naturally vibrant, filling her ears and echoing off her insides. He looked good, well fed, well grown, not a mess like she was. And that, above all, pissed her off.
“So you have been doing well for yourself, huh, have enjoyed some fruitful years”, Sayuri said coldly, gesturing to his belly as if there was any fat there to make fun of. It was a petty thing to be mean about, of course and untrue on top, but she felt petty. 
Kakashi shrugged his shoulders: “You Uchiha have always been a major pain in my ass, really. It was so quiet with none of you around.” Now he was being petty back at her.
“Oh yeah?! Well you have my brother’s sharingan eye, so show a bit of respect to my family!” Sayuri screamed a little louder than really necessary. Kakashi pulled a brow and she could read the question on his face before he even said it. No Sayuri’s connection to her family had not deepend, no she still despised the fact that she had been born into the Uchiha clan. Using them to win an argument was stupid. Idiotic. Childish.
It was even worse because now people’s heads turned over and put Kakashi into their lenses. A shinobi running around with a sharingan eye for the taking was not usual, especially if they weren’t actually part of the Uchiha clan. Sayuri could clearly feel the eyes of all of them aimed at their table and could sense the killing intent polluting the air. 
“Let’s go into my room”, Kakashi hissed quickly and grabbed her, before she could stop him from it. She had just about time to grab her mask before he dragged her up the stairs into a small room with a tiny futon and a kimono folded over a bamboo chair. At least that answered the question that she hadn’t asked and showed her that he did not always wear this weird armour outfit.
He let go of her hand and she laughed a little cruelly: “Can’t you defend yourself anymore? Did the last ten years make you weak?” Kakashi turned his head, it was a little red with anger. “I didn’t want to cause a scene, something you should understand or not? Anbu squad leader Dog” Kakashi said back and a shadow fell over his eyes.
“Hound, actually.” Sayuri shrugged her shoulders theatrically: “Wouldn’t have surprised me if you had not been able to do something about them. You don’t at all seem like the person you were when you were a child.” She looked up and his icy glare met hers. “I mean except the part of you not caring about your friends and comrades. You were good at that already when you were ten.” She grinned a lopsided grin and knew she was now dangerously close to crossing a line. 
“I do care about my friends and comrades,” Kakashi growled between gritted teeth.
“Ohhh, well if that would be the case, why didn’t you send a message? At least to me?”
“Why do you think you are entitled to have me message you? Why do you think of all the people that I trusted, you were the one I would tell where I went and what I did? You were only a pain in my ass most of my childhood, “ Kakashi’s eyes now were alight with a fury that ignited her own.
Without saying a word she ripped her arm protection off her arms and pulled her gloves down. All of it fell to the floor with a loud clunk and she pushed her wrist into his face: “Because of this! Because I felt like you would want to talk to me about this. Was this nothing to you?” The skin below her left wrist was burned in like the tattoo on her left arm. Three tiny symbols were visible right beneath it and it had Kakashi’s name on it. He looked down on it and stretched his left hand. Then he looked up at her arm.
Sayuri was full of bruises, it was the way she was. Her missions took a toll on her and she was clumsy when she was distracted. Kakashi touched the arm, let his thumb run from her wrist to her elbow and up her arm to her sleeves. He was surprisingly gentle when handling the wounds and his first direct touch in many years made her blush against her will. 
“Who did this to you?”, he asked with a grumble and picked up her other arm to inspect her bruises. She bit her lower lip. There was this inclination to lie to him. It could have been so easy-  she lied to her subordinate Tenzo all the time about it. The reality was embarrassing and terrible and a little hard to admit to herself. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to lie to Kakashi specifically. She squirmed: “I came home late recently”, she explained. “He did not like it.”
“You father?” Kakashi asked and his eyes went wide again. He grabbed her wrist so that his thumb hung over his own name. “He is still hitting you?” Sayuri nodded, though she did not look in his face. “You should be stronger than him now, right?” he seemed genuinely angry on her behalf, “Why don’t you put a stop to this?”
Sayuri tried to get out of his grip but he held onto her even tighter: “I don’t know! He is my father. I have nobody else. Maybe - Maybe - Maybe I deserve this..” She bit her tongue at the last part. She knew she’d said too much. 
He seemed like a slow erupting volcano: “You don’t deserve this. He should not do this. I’ll- I’ll get him to stop…” She laughed a cold unforgiving laugh as a reply: “And how? You don’t even want to go back to the village. You could have helped me long ago, but it did not matter. Rin didn’t matter, Minato didn’t matter… Obito didn’t matter…” She dragged the last name out and knew she was hurting both of them by calling it.
 His face went white and then red with anger. He stepped forward to press her back against the closed door. “Well I’m trying to help you now, am I not?”
“Don’t you think that's a little late?” she spit back.
“Sage, do you ever shut up?” 
“Could ask you the damn same.”
They stared at each other, the air between them sizzling with electricity. He was still holding her wrist with his name under his fingers. Sayuri was breathing heavily now as if the air had suddenly gotten unbearably humid, which was so unusual for the country they were both in at the moment. She stared up at the grey eye and the bandana, and looked into the face of the man who used to be a boy that was her friend. Now he was just… Well, she did not know who he was.
Her fingers found his own left hand and without breaking eye contact she undressed his glove and let it fall to the ground. There were some new scars around his hands, from sharpening swords or kunais or whatever he had been doing, but when she looked down she could see the three symbols engraved there. Her heart jumped a little when she saw it was her name, even if she had known it before. Maybe deep down she’d still be scared that she was somehow misunderstanding this whole soulmate thing.
Strangely mirroring him she let her thumb run over her own name, gently holding his wrist between her fingers. Kakashi let her do this and watched her from overhead. Neither of them spoke for a bit, the fight seemingly on hold like they had both been put in a daze. Soulmate marks were odd and seemed to evade proper research. Nobody knew where they came from and why they appeared and disappeared. And nobody knew what incredible power they held once they were unified next to each other.
There was a pull right behind her ear, as if it was dragging her head upwards. Something magnetic was forcing Sayuri closer to him and she let it happen, let herself get dragged into his orbit. Kakashi too seemed to be pulled in by the gravity and he let go of her wrist to move  finger mechanically up to his mask. They looked at each other one moment and Sayuri was confused and insecure and felt the weight of everything crushing and disappearing around her, but the next moment her eyes fell shut on their own and she just let whatever was happening happen.
Once as kids they had kissed, or rather, Sayuri had kissed Kakashi as a fun prank. It had been so long ago that she’d forgotten most about it other than the embarrassment she had felt after she’d done it and his shocked face. This was not like that time. It was like they had always done this, as if they had kissed each other a million times before this one. It was so easy, so intuitive and it felt like coming home from a long mission. Kakashi pushed forward into her and she let him, a little dazed at the taste of all of it, the encompassing feeling of melting away under the touch of someone else.
They got dragged underwater like in a spiral, hands grabbing each other greedily and fast as if there was sudden hunger involved. The leftover glove dropped and Sayuri who did not know how to get the armour off let her finger get guided by his hands until she figured the clips and slings out, while his mouth explored her cheeks, her neck and her shoulder. Neither of them spoke much other than affirmations and sighs and names. The world ceased to exist and there was only them and their pull to be as close as they possibly could.
Every of his touches felt like a flame moving up her skin, each of his kisses left a little bruise behind that did not sting like the others did. He was careful with her injuries, she found more and more scars on his body. Wherever this body had been in the last ten years, Kakashi had definitely looked after it even when he was injured. There were so many questions that needed answers, but right at this point she just let herself be undone by him. Maybe she should have been angry still, but she found herself unable to think and feel anything but the greatest desire.
Kakashi held her steady when they were done, both on their backs on the floorboards. They hadn’t walked to the futon that was not far from them and had instead stayed on the hard ground, unable to make it one more metre for more comfort. The wild feeling had not yet passed completely, but Sayuri could feel her breath calm under his embrace, could feel herself ease into the crook of his neck. It was like this place had always been her place and in some way this might be true. After all, they had been branded soulmates.
“Come with me”, he whispered into her ear suddenly and she opened her eyes to turn to him. She had pulled the bandana from his head and let his hair fly down over his face in her frency, but he had kept his sharingan eye pressed shut all through it. It made her smile to think that he felt like this moment was too private to share with Obito, no matter how much Kakashi must miss him.
Sayuri reached her hand forward and ran her fingers through his hair: “Come with you, where?” She still had no idea where he had lived most of these years and he had not told her about it. 
“I was in the Land of Iron” Kakashi explained and Sayuri moved away from him a little. The samurai land? Getting in there was surprisingly hard and usually foreigners were killed on sight. If he had lived there for so many years he must have been very lucky. But on the other hand this would explain why he missed so much of the world news. The samurai were notoriously against engaging with the outside world. “Turns out my mother is still alive there” he continued. 
“Y-your mother..” She blinked at him. It worked with the stories she had heard of Sakumo staying away for a few years and suddenly returning with a son and no woman to show for. Maybe she’d stayed there. Maybe she hadn’t been permitted to leave.
Kakashi nodded: “Yes, she was there. I travelled around on my own for a while and then I heard rumours. I did some searching and finally found my way into the Land of Iron, which was very dangerous of course. She protected me though as soon as I found her.”
Not surprising that his mother would be a strong, independent warrior, Sayuri thought and her mind’s eye showed her her only far long gone memory of her mother. “She will protect you too if I bring you, I swear.”
“I’m not sure… I have responsibilities and… subordinates… and Gai…” Sayuri thought of Tenzo, her number two, who was like a brother to her and all the others that had been in her graduating class. If she would also disappear suddenly it would just open old wounds again. She squirmed away from him a little more, though his hand kept hold of her hips.
Kakashi smiled and she saw the kindness in his eyes: “If you want to contact them, we could do that. You could write them all about this, if you want. As long as you leave my mother out, at least for now.” He put his forehead against hers. “I just want you to be safe from him.”
Sayuri touched her own arm and let her own fingers run over the bruises. Her father would probably not care if she’d disappear. He would assume she had died and feel better because of it. Her friends however would surely worry, no matter how worthless she sometimes thought she was. She looked up at Kakashi and knew that he was sincere with what he was saying.
Maybe this was her destiny. They had been marked as soulmates after all. She leaned up to kiss him and he held a hand against her cheek.
“Fine. Let’s go home together.”
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a sister’s sacrifice ; part three ↠
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when considering the deaths of the people on the dream smp server, yours is the hardest
schlatt was detested by all when he’d died
few people still truly cared for wilbur when he met his end; the man he once was was long gone by then
but you
you never changed
you were a constant for so many & immovably kind to the rest
selfless, giving, caring
even when you just wanted an escape, you came to the aid of your brothers
you gave the ultimate sacrifice & paid the price
everyone mourns you
when the battle is won & dream locked away indefinitely
once everyone has come down from the high of freeing themselves from dream’s reign, the server goes into a state of grieving
there’s no denying your death
they all saw the message in chat
you’re dead
those that were close to you took it hard
niki was narrowly stopped from burning down the bakery you encouraged her to open and helped build
eret put her emotions into work on a memorial in their museum for you
even under the egg’s control, bad & ant put the eggpire aside for you
of course, those who took it the hardest is your family
when ghostbur learns of your death, he’s distraught
he doesn’t quite know how to handle the information
he protects your home & only allows people to enter when he supervises them
tommy took a while to move past his anger & deal with the fact that you’re gone
tubbo ran off to start snowchester
he chose to distract himself rather than truly process his emotions, even if you’d always done your best to break that habit of his
now that you’re not around, who’s to stop him from letting himself be numb to it all?
techno is another one of your family members who chose to barely acknowledge your passing
he became somehow more monotonous & emotionless
and phil
...
there’s no word for a parent who loses a child
wilbur was gone & of course it messed phil up to be the one to take will’s last life but by that point his son was gone
but you
you’d always been such a genuinely good person
phil did so little for you as a father
he was so absent
he never apologized to you for that
he never told you how much he loves & appreciates you & everything you’ve done to keep their family together when he couldn’t be bothered
it’s a few hours after he received the news from ranboo that all the guilt for everything he had ever put you through hit him
he broke down in his kitchen while trying to distract himself by organizing his cupboards
but all he could think about was you
you & your never ending kindness & compassion
he was never a father to you
yet you never hated him
why couldn’t you have hated him?
it would hurt less to lose you if you hated him; it’s what he deserves
he’s unworthy of your love
but he can only dwell so long on you
you are given a proper funeral
you’re buried by the seashore, somewhere between l’manberg and tommy’s abandoned vacation homes in an open field
the sever members plant so many flowers, your gravesite becomes a flower field
but soon, life goes on
it will only hurt for longer to draw out the mourning period
it would do no good for anyone
besides, you wouldn’t want the server to be sad for your sake
techno supposes it’s for the best that you died
he does his best to move on, filling his days with resource gathering and upgrading his tools, weapons, and armor while trying to think through his emotions logically
as much as he liked you
as much as everyone liked you, you were too good
you were the best of them
fate is not kind to heroes
“hello!”
technoblade is not an easy man to sneak up on, let alone scare
the greeting itself isn’t want startles him
it’s turning toward the voice to lock eyes with you
you who is dead
techno is not proud of the sound he made when he saw you but you of all people wouldn’t make fun of him for it
he just stares at you, slowly realizing what’s happened
you look desaturated, the color drained from your clothes
your skin is grey & almost translucent
you’re a ghost
“y/n.”
“hello! who are you?”
techno tells no on one of your ghost form
he even keeps the rest of the server a secret from you
he leads you to your old home & leaves you there w/ ghostbur
he hopes your and ghostbur’s combined amnesia will keep you out of harm’s way i.e. the rest of the server
he visits you occasionally but mostly leaves you be
you live happily with ghostbur for a while
he is very glad to have you back
his memory is nearly as bad as yours, so the story of the server & what happened to you when you were alive is only given to you in bits & pieces that are near impossible to fit together
it was only a matter of time before someone came to visit your house
“...y/n?”
it’s tubbo who finds you first
or he finds your ghost
(tubbo) y/n! oh my god! you’re a ghost! you’ve come back!
(you) hello! *whispers* ghostbur, who is this?
(ghostbur, whispering obviously) that’s tubbo, one of your other brothers i’ve told you about
(you, whispering) oh, right
(tubbo) how long have you- oh, this is incredible! i have to tell tommy! he’s been so sad since you died; he’ll be so glad to see you!
tubbo messages tommy, who is skeptical but reluctantly comes to your house anyway
but there you are
your ghost anyway
which is good enough, honestly
(tommy) y/n!
you catch him in a hug easily, even if you’ve never met him before
(tommy) you’re alive!
(you) no i’m not. i’m a ghost!
techno happens to check in on you when tubbo & tommy are there
bad news for technoblade: you’d told them about techno leading you here
meaning: tommy knows techno hid you from him & everyone else
needless to say, he is not too happy about that
(tommy) you hid her! you kept her away from us!
(techno) tommy, you have to understand-
(tommy) i don’t have to understand shit! you hid her from us! you lied to us!
(techno) tommy-
(tommy) you kept her from everyone! you’re selfish and you’re a liar and you’re horrible and-
(techno) i did it to protect her! she’s been hurt enough protecting others; it’s our turn to protect her. the only way we can do that is by leaving her alone
(tommy) she’s my sister
(techno) your sister is dead, tommy. for once in her life, let her have peace
tommy gives up on techno & goes to you instead
(tommy) y/n! y/n, we can bring you back. we can revive you. well, dream can revive you but he’s in prison so he has to do what we say so we can bring you back. we can be a family again. don’t you want to come back?
(you) ...no
that
...
that isn’t what tommy was expecting
(tommy) what?
(you) if alive y/n comes back, i won’t exist anymore. and i’ve only just got here. i don’t want to go yet
(tommy) don’t you understand how much y/n means to me? y/n has to come back. she has to. she’s so important. not just to me but to, um... tubbo as well! right, tubbo? don’t you want y/n back?
tommy looks to tubbo for some backup but the shorter boy looks away
(tubbo) i think we need to let y/n go, tommy
the betrayal that fills tommy’s chest is soon gone as he locks eyes with techno
tommy knows techno is right
you’re too much of a good person
you’re too willing to sacrifice yourself for others
even as a ghost your kindness is blinding
this server will only drain you of everything you have yet again
he will drain you of everything you are
he’s just tried to convince you to cease to exist to bring back the former version of yourself
(you) i’m sorry. it’s just- i’ve heard there are these really pretty blue flowers in the swamp biome that i haven’t got to see yet-
(tommy) no. it’s fine. i’m sorry. i-... i should go.
tommy leaves your house & tubbo goes with him
even if tubbo caught on a bit sooner to techno’s reasoning, he’s still concerned at his friend’s sudden change in character
(tubbo) tommy... are you alright?
(tommy) ...i really want her back
(tubbo) i do, too. but she’s gone
(tommy) she doesn’t have to be
tubbo can’t argue with that
(tommy) but... maybe it’s for the best
(tubbo) really?
(tommy) yeah.
(tubbo) but just earlier you were telling me about your plan to get the revive book from dream
(tommy) techno’s right, tubbo. all everyone- myself included- has ever done to y/n is take. and she’s given everything
(tubbo) because she loved us
(tommy) as much as she loved us and as much as we loved her... the only thing we’ve ever brought her is pain. i think now... now is her time to rest.
(tubbo) ...that’s very pog champ of you, big man
tommy had planned to visit dream as many times as it took to get the revive book location off of him so he could revive you, but now he’s accepted that he needs to move on
he needs to move on from you & dream & everything dream has put him through
he decides to pay one last visit to dream, put him behind him, & never look back
he’s ready to start a new chapter in his life, one without dream
and the first one without you
but then he’s locked in the prison
two weeks pass
nearing three weeks & tommy still isn’t allowed out of dream’s cell
he’s irritated and annoyed and most of all he’s scared
but he can’t let dream know he’s still afraid of him, that’s why he pisses dream off enough to the point of being beat to death
tommy begs him to stop
but then he’s gone
everything is dark
black
empty
nothing
is this what death is?
conscious in absolute nothingness?
tommy’s feet feel the ground beneath him
his senses come back to him
it’s still dark but he feels as though he can see again
where is he?
heaven?
no, probably hell
or maybe neither?
both...?
what the hell happened?
the first thing to break the silence is the voice tommy has known since he was an infant
the voice of the person who raised him
the voice of the person who has always been there for him
the voice of the person who he has finally let go of
your voice
saying one simple word
“tommy?”
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moririki · 3 years
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⤷ MORE THAN YOU'D BARGAIN FOR
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DENJI X READER -> 1.7K
when it comes to a fool blinded by love, it sure hurts to have the short end of the stick
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REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> angst, friends with benefits‼️, happy ending bc i'm weak like that, denji not knowing how to process emotions, very loose college!au cos i'm lazy, makima being slightly antagonised because fuck her, mentions of sex but nothing super explicit i don't think
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> thinking about denji's hands. i want to learn how to animate manga panels now so i can do a csm edit. also the writing style got kinda boring im SORRY
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HEARTBREAK WAS ALWAYS BOUND TO HAPPEN IN THESE SORT OF RELATIONSHIPS. anyone with a pair of eyes and ears could give a clear answer to the question "who does denji like?" and no matter how much you wanted that answer to change, it would never be you.
even when the blonde boy had been so insistent on his heart belonging to another, he still had urges. so under the influence of one too many bottles of alcohol, it was a fairly easy decision for both of you to fall into bed together. more than once. more than you'd care to admit.
being with denji was nice. he was funny, sweet at times and vulgar during the others, and you found yourself repeating a mantra of don't catch feelings for your friend during your time together. and truth be told, it was hard not to, even when you and denji had finished your business and the topic of conversation always seemed to make its way back to makima.
it left a bitter taste in your mouth when denji acted like nothing had happened between the pair of you in other settings. the bitterness turned sour when you realised that there was no reason for him to have to either, and you cursed yourself when you realised you had done the worst thing possible and gone and fallen for your friend who so clearly wouldn't like you back.
but there were times where you thought that you just might have a chance.
even though your cursed your heart for fluttering and rearing its head each time so willingly at denji's mercy, you couldn't help but take every offhand action of his as a ray of hope. with the way his hands engulfed yours to anchor himself as he thrusted into you, the way his lips left urgent kisses on your lips as you panted beneath him, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried out in ecstasy.
and even when you were lying next to each other in his bed, catching your breath. you would turn to look at his face sometimes, only to see him staring at you already with a look in his eyes that could only be described as wistful. but you were a fool to think that you could ever upseat makima in denji's eyes.
false hope could only get you so far.
with his breath tickling the back of your neck and his large hand rubbing patterns into your hip, this false hope really had gotten you somewhere. but all good things must come to an end. words that you dreaded to say weighed heavy on your tongue, but you dragged yourself along, lifting them just enough to feel them escape your lips before you could really stop them.
"denji, what are we?"
you felt the hand that rested on you go still, and the arm that was poised as a pillow for you went rigid. hell, the boy that was holding you so close to his chest had practically stopped breathing, and you felt your eyelids slide shut in a bitter defeat before you heard another word. it's not like you needed them to understand how he felt, anyway.
"we're friends, aren't we?" his tone was so controlled, so even and level and unlike the denji that you knew and, dare you say it, loved. it sent another shot tubneling straight through your heart, and you were glad that you were currently facing away from him. you wouldn't be able to handle seeing the look on his face as all of your tentative hopes were crushed under his heel. all you wanted to do was curl in on yourself and maybe try to cry away the numbness that was invading your body from the chest outward.
you raised a shaking hand to push denji's own off of you, and you felt the mattress underneath you creak as the boy shifted in confusion at your behaviour.
"y/n?"
your kept your back turned to him as you got out of his bed, pulling on your own clothed and scowling in frustration when you couldn't find your shirt anywhere. you were seconds away from letting the first droplets fall, and you did not want to let denji see.
you snagged some random material of a shirt off of the bedroom floor, yanking it over your head and turning to face denji with a face that you hoped wasn't too scrunched from holding back your tears.
"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."
you didn't have time to register his wounded facial expression or the pleading calls of your name that he cast towards your retreating figure, but you grabbed your shoes before leaving his dorm, shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully and storming off back to your own room.
you must look insane, padding along the halls with no shoes as angry tears streaked down your face and you tried your best not to audibly sob. by the time you had made it back to your room your eyes were streaming, and you flopped on your bed with little regard for anything else other than crying your eyes out.
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truth be told, after that fateful night and the best cry of your life you felt much better. you knew where you stood, you had your feelings sorted out, and you knew that a little distance would really help you to finally move on from your friend.
now, if only denji would stop calling and texting you like nothing had happened.
you felt like you could scream when you saw a notification from him, asking if you wanted to study for the test that you had next week. you bit back the petty urge to ask him if he wanted to study with you as just friends, instead opting to turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow once again.
matters of the heart take time, after all.
on denji's end, things weren't looking much better. he brushed off his confusion at your actions and words when you had left so abruptly the other day, only to find himself staring at his ceiling trying to decipher his feelings and what the hell you had meant.
he likes makima. and he has, for a while now. he could count on one hand the amount of times he had interacted with the girl who sat in front of him in the lecture hall, and every time had been met with this strange giddy feeling in his chest. though it was rare, he knew that feeling.
but the one he felt right now was so, so, different. when the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a piece of him had up and left along with you. the very reason that he had accelerated things so far in your relationship was because of how right things felt with you. the slightest graze of your fingertips across his chest didn't light any fireworks in his mind, but it's like warmth perforated his skin and was injected straight into him from you.
truth be told, that feeling was the most addicting he had ever felt. and when he heard that air of finality right after the door shut behind you, it didn't take long for denji to realise just how cold everything felt without you.
but he still liked makima, right?
that giddy feeling in his chest he got from her was enough to fill the you-shaped hole, right?
you not talking to him wasn't what made his heart hurt, right?
he only realised just how wrong he had it when he talked to makima for the fourth time ever. she had turned in her seat, even smiling at him and asking for a pen, and all that came to mind was how much he missed your smile.
hell, he missed everything. the sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair. the way you fit against him and said his name. and that's when he realised this you-related feeling was.
longing.
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there was a knock on your door. and another. you groaned, rolling over to check the time to see that it was three in the morning.
by the time you had cracked your door open you saw a flash of blond hair and a face all-too-familiar, you knew it was too late to slam your door shut. denji's face perked up, and you already knew that you were done for.
he lifted his hand, revealing a pretty albeit crumpled bouquet of flowers. you almost giggled to yourself, guessing that the mastermind of that romantic gesture was most likely denji's roommate aki. but it was appreciated, nonetheless.
"what do you want, denji?" you were painfully aware of just how much of a mess you looked right now- eyes still red around the rim from how many self-pitying tears you had shed over this entire situation.
denji's mouth and opened and closed, and you sighed against your barely open door which still had a chain on it.
"i'm not in the mood, denji."
"no, no, it's just that i wanted to say that i've finally figured out what we are." it appears tgat your friend finally found his voice. you looked him in the eye again, trying not to let the hope in your heart build itself too high. "we're way more than friends, y/n."
you felt any resistance crumble at those words, and the sheepish smile on your face grew.
"so, can i come in?" you smiled at denji, shutting your door to undo the latch before opening it again, wide enough to let him back in to your life. consider him a weakness of yours.
the first thing denji did when he crossed the threshold of your door was wrap his arms around you, dried tears and crumpled flowers and all, and bury his face in your hair. the only words he had to offer was a mumbled i miss you into your skin, and you felt your body melt against him like it had so many times before.
when you finally broke apart, you couldn't help but wonder.
"so, what are the flowers for denji?" the boy before you blushed, his eyes flitting off to the side. he raised a hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath to summon some courage.
"i was hoping... that i could take you out on a date. or be your boyfriend. something like that."
"what?" denji was still bright red, though his eyes were locked onto yours.
"you heard me." you smiled once again, taking a step forwards and effectively closing the distance between you two.
"i would love to."
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Alec and bracelets
idk why, but i can imagine Alec wearing bracelets in his non-dominant hand all the time. Like, he never buys them. They are given to him by people who are important to him, and he chooses to wear them and never take them off.
Robert and Maryse probably won't like them at first, because "Honestly, Alec, it's a girly piece of jewelry! You're a man!" but Alec won't care, because people gave it to him because he meant something to them.
For a pre-teen or a teen Alec, he was always in the shadows of Jace, and he did get used to it, but knowing that his family or friends thought of him when they made or bought their bracelets, made young Alec feel like he mattered to someone.
His first bracelet was given to him when he was seven, by a five year old Izzy. It would be mismatched colors, but strong enough to not break unless sliced by a blade.
"Alec! I made you something!"
"What is it, Izzy?"
She took his hand and slid a mismatched colored bracelet onto his wrist. Alec stared in amazement, a little teary eyed at the thought of his five year old sister making him something.
"It's a sibling bracelet! See!"
"A - a sibling bracelet?"
"Yeah! It's a bond that means that we will never leave each other and always love each other!"
Alec wrapped his younger sister in his arms. He was not used to show a lot of physical affection to anyone. His parents had taught him that it made him look weak, and so, he avoided showing any sort of emotion. But, his sister had made him something, and he was not going to not show his sister that he appreciated it.
"Thank you, Izzy."
His second bracelet was given to him by Jace.
The boys were sitting on Izzy's bed. Isabelle had had a nightmare, and Jace and Alec had promised her to stay with her. Izzy never asked for help. She believed that it made her look like she was not strong enough. But, she knew she could always rely on her brothers.
Jace and Alec were bored. Jace had started messing around with some bands and threads that Izzy had. Alec had stayed quiet, and occasionally closed his eyes, listening to Izzy's breaths, and Jace's irritated sigh, and the creaking of the wood.
"Alec?"
Alec opened his eyes and looked at Jace. Jace avoided looking at Alec in the eye, and for the first time since Alec had met him, Jace looked shy and insecure.
"Yeah?"
"I made you something."
Jace handed him a bracelet made of black and gold threads, woven together. Alec understood that the black represented him because of his hair color, and the gold represented Jace, because of his hair color.
"I just noticed that you wear a bracelet, and Izzy told me that she made it for you when you were young. I just thought, that this could show that you will always be friend and my brother. And I hope that one day, we can be parabatai. I mean, you're the first person who doesn't eat up all the bullshit that I say and -"
"Jace. I like it. Thank you."
The smile that Jace had given Alec that night, had been the widest and most genuine smile he had ever seen on the boy's face.
Max had given him a bracelet before he left for Academy. Alec had been surprised, but forever grateful to have something that his little brother had given him.
"Alec?"
"Yeah?"
Alec was gearing up for a mission, but paused, when his brother had called for him. Wordlessly, Max handed him a bracelet made with a blue that matched their eyes, and a silver that just looked so pure with the blue.
"This is for you. I know that everyone thinks that Jace is my favorite brother, but he's not. Jace has a lot of stories to tell, and is more interesting. But, Alec, you've always been my favorite brother."
Alec had slid the bracelet along with Izzy's and Jace's, and choked out a "thank you". His brother had nodded, and then, ran out in search for his father, or maybe Izzy.
Max's words replayed in his head. You've always been my favorite brother.
It was a few weeks after Clary had come back from the Alternate Dimension, when he got his next bracelet.
"Hey, Alec?"
Alec looked up from his documents, "Yeah?"
Hesitantly, Clary moved forward, and kept a bracelet on his table. The bracelet had threads that were woven in an intricate pattern. It had six colors of thread on them, and he knew it formed the Pride Flag colors. Magnus had introduced him to the LGBTQ+ community.
"The Alec that I met in the Alternate Dimension was openly gay. And everyone around him accepted him for who he was. He was really confident and comfortable. He was happier, Alec."
Alec stared back without a word.
"He was wearing a bracelet like that. I drew it from my memory, and pulled it out, like with the Mortal Cup. I hope that one day, you'll be as happy as that Alec."
Alec stood from his chair, and wrapped Clary in an awkward hug. He had not realized how much it would mean to him to hear that there was a universe out there, where he was accepted for his sexuality and wasn't forced to change himself, until Clary told him.
"Thank you."
Clary smiled and nodded at him, before she turned and left the office. Alec stared at the bracelet for a few seconds, before he slipped it on his wrist, behind Max's and smiled softly at the colors.
Magnus had gotten him one too. It was a few months after Alec had gifted him the omamori charm, that Magnus carried with him everywhere.
Magnus had been so nervous. He did not understand why. This was Alexander! His boyfriend, Alexander!
"Alexander?"
"Hmm?"
"I got you something."
"Is it my birthday?"
"No. I just saw something and I thought of you and I bought it."
"What is it?"
"It's a bracelet. I was with a client today, and he was making these, and it just reminded me of you. So, I asked him if he would make one in Warlock blue and Shadowhunter gold."
Alec took it in his hand delicately, and stared at it.
"He said that he puts these charms or something, that was supposed to bring protection and good fate. You know, a little like the omamori charm that you gave me. And I thought that you could get a little more protection, because I mean, you kill demons for a living, and -"
Alec kissed him. He didn't know how else to shut him up, and show how much he appreciated the gesture at the same time. So, he kissed Magnus, pouring all of his emotions into it, begging Magnus wordlessly to know how thankful he was.
"So, I take it, you liked it?" Magnus asked, when they pulled back. Alec laughed.
Simon had given him a bracelet before Asmodeus took away his memories.
Alec was supporting Magnus, when Simon approached him. Asmodeus was waiting for Simon, ready to take away his memories.
Simon took off the bracelet he wore. His father had given it to him when he was a child. It had three brown threads on it, and the center thread had a silver arrow on it.
Simon handed it to Alec, and said, "My father gave it to me when I was a child. I know that I won't have any memory of any of you, but I know that I will remember that bracelet. If I ever see you guys again, at least, I'll know that I knew you, and that your family - this family - and you were someone important to me. Thank you, Alec."
Izzy and Clary were sobbing behind them. Alec was stunned. Simon and him were never close, but they had a mutual respect for each other.
Asmodeus took Simon away, and the rest of them returned to New York. Alec had added the bracelet to the collection he had on his wrist. Clary had explained to him, that Simon's father had made it for Simon at a fair, and had told him that as long as Simon wore it, his father would always be with him.
Alec had cried that night. He hated to admit it, but he missed the nerd.
It was a few years later when Alec got his next bracelet. Magnus and Alec had adopted their second son, Rafael. It had taken some time for him to warm up to Alec and Magnus.
"Daddy?"
Alec looked up from his work. Rafael was sitting on the couch beside him. He looked at Alec with wide, innocent eyes.
"Yes, Rafe?"
Rafael pulled out a bracelet from his pocket. Alec and Magnus knew what it was. It was the only thing that Rafael had from his biological family. It was a single thread, with one bead on it.
"My real daddy used to wear this. But, now, you're my daddy. So, I want you to wear it."
Alec held out his hand, and Rafael tied it around his wrist, behind all the thin bracelets he wore. When he was done, Alec ruffled his son's hair, and smiled at him. Rafael smiled back, and leaned against his father.
His younger son, Max, had made one for Alec, like Izzy, Jace, and Max had.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
Alec laughed, and picked up his three year old son in his arms, throwing him in the arm. Max giggled loudly, and Magnus and Rafael followed Max to where he was greeting Alec at the door.
"Hi, Max! How was your day?"
"I made you something, Daddy!"
"Really? What is it?"
Max held a small black thread with colorful, glittery beads on them. He put it against Alec's neck, and said, "I made you a necklace, Daddy! Like, Bapak has!"
"But, Max! This is so small for my neck! Why don't you tie it around my wrist? With the other ones that I have?"
Max pouted for a moment, before nodded. Alec held out his wrist, and Max tried to tie it around his wrist. Magnus, magically, tied the thread around Alec's wrist. Max beamed at his father, who beamed back at him.
Alec put his son down, and greeted the rest of his family.
But, he won't wear all of them all the time. There were too many of them, and after he would become Consul, he would have to look professional. Eight bracelets won't make him look professional, and he knew that.
So, he would ask Magnus to charm them, that if he ever lost one of them, they would magically return to his pocket.
He would wear the bracelet that Magnus gave him all the time. The others, he would tie them together, and attach it to his set of keys or slide them on his belt, so that they were hidden by his blazer (formal jacket).
Eventually, when he would become an uncle, or a grandfather, he got more and more of them. He would tell anyone who asked how he got the bracelets he had, and who gave it to him. All the little kids would listen to him, with wide eyes and fascination.
And when Alec would die, Magnus would made sure that Alec was wearing all of his bracelets, laughing through teary eyes as he recalled the stories of how he got the ones from his siblings or from Clary, or Simon. Rafael and Max would stand with their Bapak, and would cry with him at the amount of bracelets Alec had gotten from his family, and friends, and nephews and nieces, and grandchildren.
Anyways, it was just an idea that I liked a lot! Thanks for reading this!
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Oh, well, imagine - Andy Barber smut
The one where Andy gets tired of living a double life 
Word count: 2K<
Warnings: smut, sugar relationship, infidelity (reader is the other woman), daddy kink, breeding kink, dubcon because Andy does stuff without getting reader’s consent beforehand, unprotected sex.
A/N: this was written for @donutloverxo​‘s #sugary4kchallenge! I took the opportunity to write something in the same universe as my first Andy fic, I write sins not tragedies, but this could be read by itself. Congrats on 4k, sweetheart!
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Y/N’s P.O.V.
The sound of the door being slammed startled me, almost making me drop the dishes I’d been washing. My eyebrows furrowed, confused and worried about what was going on. Only Andy had the key to the apartment, so I wasn’t curious as to who it was, just what had him behaving that way. In all the time we’d known each other, I’d never once seen him angry.
Still, when he appeared by the kitchen, it was clear that was the case. His chest heaved with the simple task of breathing, and when his eyes fell on me, they seemed darker. I almost felt scared - I probably would, if I didn’t trust him so much.
“Andy?” I asked, but he immediately shook his head.
“Not what you call me, princess.” Automatically, I stood up straighter, body electrified by the meaning behind his words. I knew what he wanted, even if it was clearly that more than desire. He needed this.
“Daddy.” He nodded once, clearly pleased at my acknowledgment. But there was still so much I needed to understand. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Instead of answering, he just kept staring at me long and hard, making me feel small and naked under his attention.
“Come here.”
My legs obeyed instantly, having been trained long enough to do exactly what he said without having to think about it. “Good girl.” The compliment was like some pavlovian buzzer to my poor cunt. I could feel the fabric of my underwear begin to uncomfortably stick to my lower lips, and I shifted from one leg to the other as I waited for further instructions.
“Daddy needs you tonight,” he finally began explaining, a single finger running under my jaw to make sure I’d keep our eyes connected. “Will you let me do whatever I want to you and this body?”
The perspective excited me, and I didn’t know if I was stupid for it, but I found myself nodding anyway. At the end of the day, I trusted Andy with my life. I knew he wouldn’t push me further than I could take it, and if he ever came close to it, I always had my safeword.
“Yes, Daddy.” He rewarded me with a kiss, but it wasn’t a soft one. His tongue invaded my mouth and before I could even realize what I was doing, I had to find a hold on his shirt, standing on my tippy toes just so I wouldn’t completely tip over.
“Are you excited to help daddy?” He asked, fingers already making quick work of my clothes as I trembled with excitement in his hold. He looked feverish, like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his mouth nipping and sucking and biting every inch of skin he could find.
“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated, forever his subservient servant, knowing that aiding him would bring me to pleasures I’d never known before we’d met. I watched as he licked his lips, taking in my naked body before his, the kitchen a mess of my discarded clothes and abandoned dinner, but instead of taking off his clothes, his hands went directly to his belt.
“Lay back on the floor.” It took me a full second to understand what he was saying, but thankfully he didn’t read it as hesitation. Instead, despite his eager state, he watched as I slowly lowered myself to the cold marble, stopping once I was on my knees to make sure of what he really wanted.
“Lay back,” he repeated, nodding towards me, and despite my confusion, I did as he said, gasping once my naked back met the icy stone. My nipples hardened against the air of the silent apartment and under his gaze, and I gasped when he knelt before me, hands reaching out for my thighs as he pulled me even closer.
“So, so beautiful,” he moaned, and I watched stunned as he lowered himself until he was eye-level with my navel, and I felt more than saw as his tongue stuck out and collected the wetness that was already threatening to drip from me. “And mine, all mine.”
The first time he’d said that, there was a conversation to be held right after we both came back from our highs. I needed to make sure that he remembered what this was, and he laughed when I tried to phrase it as sweetly as possible.
“I know this isn’t conventional,” he’d said, “but as long as it lasts, you’re mine. In and out of this apartment, but especially in this bed.” It didn’t take too long to realize that he was right.
I truly was his. My body responded to him in a way it’d never reacted to anyone else before. And I knew that whenever this little affair of ours came to an end, he would still forever own parts of me I’d never even realized I had before we met.
Andy’s P.O.V.
My mind was becoming hazier by the second. I needed to make sure she understood what was going to happen before I completely lost it. But first, I knew I’d hate myself if I didn’t take advantage of the delicious meal laid bare before me.
“Daddy!” She screamed, fingers curling around my strands as I lapped her up, rubbing my bearded jaw on the apex of her thighs. She was everything. I had never wanted anyone the way that I wanted her. And I knew that I never would again.
It was why I couldn’t lose her.
Connecting our eyes, I pushed two fingers inside of her and immediately curled them as I searched for that sweet spot I’d memorized so many months before, knowing I’d struck gold when she cried out for me again.
“Yeah, baby… I know you like that, sweet girl. So sweet for me, aren’t you?” I knew she wouldn’t be able to answer, and I didn’t mind. I could barely speak myself. The need to have her was just too strong, and so I kept licking her pussy and fucking it with my fingers until I felt her clench around my digits, not even waiting for her to calm down as I immediately raised to my knees and worked on releasing my member from its confines.
“Better get ready, princess… I won’t be able to stop until I’m done with you.” The lust in her hazy eyes was unmistakable, but just as I was about to plunge into her, warm hands found their way inside my shirt, holding my chest to stop me. 
“Andy… the condom…” but I wasn’t having it.
“No,” I announced it, the finality in my voice clear as day as I pushed her arms down against the floor and penetrated her slowly, making sure to watch her jaw going slack as it always did at my first thrust.
When I saw that the initial shock had started to subdue and she was about to argue, I took her lips with mine, devouring her mouth the way I’d done with her pussy just seconds before. “I’m fucking you just like this, and you’re gonna take it.”
She wiggled underneath me, but it seemed more like she was going through the motions of showing that she didn’t want that than actually trying to make me stop.
It didn’t stop me. She would never be able to stop me. Not when I was in this mindset, not when I needed her so much. “I’m tired of wanting you,” I admitted. “I’m tired of wanting you, having you and then going back to wanting you again. I will never have my fill of you, I know that now. I need you.”
Her pussy clenched around me sporadically, her moans escaping her lips as she failed to speak when my hips grew quicker, my thrusts more forceful. “I need you more than sexually. I’m desperate for you, baby.”
And finally, she stopped squirming, her eyes suddenly widening in realization as my voice betrayed all of the emotions I was feeling. “I want to come home to you, Y/N. Only you.”
My confession earned her surrender. I felt her muscles relax underneath me, a sign of her acceptance of my new quest for ownership of her body, and so I could finally release her hands to run mine all over her skin.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” I whispered once the tempo became softer, but no less passionate. “I haven’t fucked her since we met.” I could see the shock in her expression, and I knew what she would argue.
“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I shook my head at her silliness, stroking her cheek after I kissed her one more time. I could see my future in her eyes, even if she didn’t allow herself to see hers in mine.
“I want to get you pregnant, Y/N.” And there it was. The truth and my heart, stripped of all pretense, exposed for her to see. And if I feared the rejection, the way her eyes softened before she pulled me to another kiss sealed our fate.
“I love you so fucking much.” And so we made passionate, desperate sex on the kitchen floor. I fucked her so hard, it didn’t take much to have her drooling for me. I drowned all of my worries and sorrows in her sweet pussy, making sure to worship every single inch of her body with my lips and tongue.
“I’m gonna keep you forever, princess,” I promised, heart aching just at the thought of ever losing her. “She won’t ever take you from me. Ever.” At the reminder of the reality of our situation, the fact that she was “the other one”, her body writhed underneath me, her struggle to fight back once again rising, but I wasn’t having any of it.
“Ever, baby,” I promised against her lips, silencing her cries with a deep, sloppy kiss that only ended when I needed to gather some air. “I can’t even think of having to live without you.” 
The rhythm of our hips finding one another kept up, the sounds growing exponentially wetter with each second, with each drop of her arousal that collected on her lower lips, lubricating my member and aiding my goal to fill her up until it lathered the floor beneath us.
“You won my heart,” I confessed, making sure that she’d see the honesty deep in my eyes. “You left me no choice but to fall for you. Now I won’t live without you.” A desperate cry tore from deep within her, rekindling the passion with which I fucked her. Normally I was so sweet to her, so patient. But I knew she liked this as well. She liked to be fucked like a whore, even if she was as far removed from one as possible.
“Call my name, sweet girl.” It was a plea, a desperate need to blur the lines between what our relationship was and what I wanted it to become until they disappeared altogether. “Say you are mine. Say it.”
She was drooling now, and I knew how hard it was for her to find the words I needed her to say as she succumbed to bliss right there, on the kitchen floor, with me. Still, her scream penetrated my hazy mind, adding to the overwhelming tightness that squeezed me, begging for my cum, “I’m yours! I’m yours, Andy.”
The aftermath found us breathless, with flushed chest and flushed cheeks. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite as beautiful as the nervous but hopeful look with which she gazed at me. I knew what she needed to hear, and with a kiss on her forehead, I reassured her, “Let’s go to bed, princess. You won’t be sleeping alone tonight.”
And as we cuddled the night away, the unspoken became clear and clear. Not tonight, nor ever again.
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the-original-skipps · 3 years
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YAAAAAS FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR VANITAS!!! Ok could i request vani with a vampire s/o? Like his s/o has been by his side for so long that they're attached to the hip u can never see them without the other! And his s/o is a tall busty but yet strong lady with really long hair (i can imagine vani being a brat and just pouting while hiding in her chest xD). However his s/o is savagely childish like at first she has this resting bitch face but in the next second she's goofing around with her lover while insulting everything. Also vani using the height advantage and getting piggyback rides :3. Maybe vani introduces his s/o to his friends etc. Just cute scenarios with this cute vampire. Thank you and have a great day/night. Keep up the good work but remeber to take care of yourself!! ♡♡♡
Woohoo more vanitas requests 💙 I hope you don't mind I turned them into headcanons. May you have a great day/evening too!
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From the moment Noe met Vanitas you were constantly by his side. There wasn't a moment Vanitas was there and you weren't. It has always been that way as long as you could remember.
Noe was at awe at your beauty at your glowing skin and long hair that flows in the wind. Every chance he gets he literally questions why you of all people sticks around someone like Vanitas who isn't the greatest of people in Noe's eyes.
He even tried questioning you but before you could give out a response, Vanitas cuts in.
"Mademoiselle (Y/N), how did you and Vaー"
"It was decided by fate! (Y/N) and I were destined to be together and nothing can take us apart!" Vanitas boasts as he let's out his signature laughter while you smile. The history between the both of you is a secret well kept.
A lot of people tend to mistake you as Vanitas's bodyguard instead of his lover. Since you looked so mature while Vanitas is basically a child. Since you would always trail behind him and keep eye out for any potential threats.
Some vanpires would even go as far to say that you were associated with the vampire of the blue moon but you didn't care.
Noe quickly learned how scary you looked as you glared at him while Vanitas buries his head into your chest faking dejection.
"(Y/N), Noe just insulted me~!"
Cue your death glare towards Noe as he sweats from your gaze.
You are very protective over Vanitas and dislikes it if anyone speaks badly of him even if it's your own kind. At first you would give them a warning glare and if it comes to it you're not afraid to speak up for him and fight for him if needed. His safety is your number one priority and if something bad happens to him, you'll lose yourself.
Many vampires could tell that you were clearly strong and not to be messed with but they were surprised to hear that you were laughing along with the vampire doctor as he rides your back as you leap from building to building.
You two would always sit together on top of the roof of the hotel. If Vanitas is tired he'll casually use your lap as a pillow and sleeps as he feels safe around you.
Another activity Vanitas enjoys is playing with your hair. He tries to style it into different hairstyles and ends up laughing if it turns out bad.
The longer people got to know you they could see a similarity between you and Vanitas. No wonder you both get along so well.
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xlonelysoulxx · 3 years
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Being a Mermaid and Jacob’s Imprint Would Include... {2}
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You had disappeared for a whole month. You had only sent Leah a few messages after the incident, to give a sign of life and reassure the pack... which hadn’t helped matters when Jacob found out. "WHY didn't you tell me?!” “You acted like a f*cking jerk, why should I have?" The tension was so overwhelming, to the point where the other wolves must have come between them that day. Leah wanted to protect her friend, and Jacob wanted to get his imprint back. But he couldn't.
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You hadn’t planned to come back, not so soon... this is what you had entrusted to the pretty wolf. You wanted to get some distance... away from Forks, from La Push... and from Jacob. You couldn't take it anymore. It was already hard that he treated you so coldly ‘cause he loved one another, but seeing him tear himself apart with his brothers... because of you? It was too much. It had gone way too far.
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Grudge and worry kept growing among the wolves even when Jacob were gone, wandering god knows where near the Canadian border. Guilt and pain had kept twisting him from the inside ever since, and hearing the thoughts of his pack... especially when it came to you, had become torture. Even Jared, who had felt at fault at first, only felt annoyance now. Jacob was a ball of nerves ready to explode at any moment, while he was the one who had behaved badly in the first place. Fuck... he could have hurt you?! All because he had let himself be overcome by his emotions, emotions that he wasn’t yet ready to assume out loud.
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The feeling of lack linked to the imprint was so strong that it sometimes prevented you from breathing, but that wasn't the worst. It was at that moment... that you realized how much you were in love with Jacob Black.
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Even the pull of the bond wasn't as strong as the crack forged in your heart. A gash already wide open over the past few weeks (consciously or not) by the constant presence of Isabella Swan - hunted by Victoria - and now gaping as you left the Quileute... and Jacob, behind you. It was clear, the difference between these feelings - as if your heart and your guts were going in two distinct directions. How stupid you were... as if fate wasn't cruel enough like that.
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You were quite surprised to see Alice and Jasper appear at your workplace one morning, a small neighborhood library near Port Angeles. It was brand new, no one knew about it. No one except Alice. Obviously... What were they doing there? You weren't particularly close to the Cullens, but you liked the lil’ brunette quite a bit. Did something happen? Did he... no, Leah would have warned you. Right..?
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“He's stupidly stubborn, and guilty. But he's fine... for now.” You no longer understood anything, since when did Alice appreciate Jacob? She didn’t. But she couldn't control her visions. Time was running out. An army was approaching, Bella was once again the center of attention... and the future had darkened. The two clans who called themselves enemies had decided to unite reluctantly, to protect her - but what was your role in this story?
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“Don't get me wrong, Alice... I don't wish Bella any harm.” You were boiling from the inside, but Bella wasn't the reason of your pain... Jacob was. You had no animosity towards the young girl, the shapeshifter was mature enough to make his own choices. It was between you and him, and yet. “But you came here for nothing.” You didn't look her in the eye anymore, busy sorting through the same books over and over in your hands. You couldn't believe she had come here just for this. She wanted you to come back to him, so he could come back to her... come back to Bella. To protect her.
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Jasper hadn't moved from his place since their arrival, standing proudly straight behind his beloved. He could easily sense your anger, mixed with pain and incomprehension... and just like that, your eyes met his for a long second. “You should listen to her, Y/N.” You could feel a wave of appeasement sweep over you, immediately glaring at the vampire. "And you shouldn’t try to manipulate my emotions, Jasper."
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“He won't survive it, Y/N... I saw it.” You could feel your blood running cold through your veins. What was she talking about?? Jacob was actually back in Forks, for more than a week now. But he was a freaking mess. He made sure to stay away from the pack, irritable... unpredictable, and more closed than ever. Quite the opposite of who he really was. You could feel your heart skipping a beat... Alice had glimpsed the impending confrontation, and the outcome had been fatal for the brown wolf.
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No, no, no... it couldn't happen. It. Couldn't. The information was too much to handle as you began to hyperventilate like an idiot in the store, Jasper immediately moving to your side. You couldn't let him get killed all this because he was distracted by the whole "imprint thing”, no... you could never forgive yourself for it. You would leave your pride aside without any hesitation for him, everything for him... no matter the welcome you would receive in return.
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The car ride was terribly quiet. The battle would take place in three days, so there was no time to waste. Your boss had been accommodating enough to give you your afternoon (he seemed to be pleased by your work, good for you) and this is where you were now... on the road back to Forks, sitting in the back of Alice's car. She had insisted on taking you there given your emotional state, and you were silently grateful for that. You could feel the anguish mounting as you approached the Quileute reserve, unconsciously wriggling in your seat.
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“Stop the car.” The air was too thick to breathe, and you felt like you were drowning... there was only one way to fix it. You were close enough now, you could join the reserve on your own... but not right away. You quickly thanked the couple before slamming the door, taking the path to the forest under the worried gaze of the petite brunette. You ran, unable to stop before reaching the impressive cliff... not thinking twice before jumping.
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You felt like you could finally breathe again as the icy water came in contact with your hot skin. You haven't been back to the ocean since the incident, and you had missed it - terribly. You could feel a pinch in your stomach as you rose to the surface, quickly looking up as your eyes instantly fell on the huge brown wolf that stood high on the rocks. Jacob. He was there... how?
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You dived again after an endless exchange of glances, taking longer than necessary to reach the shore. A part of you feared your reunion, while the other was just relieved and excited to see him again. Jacob had reached the beach at an impressive speed, the shapeshifter dressed warmer than usual while a large jacket and boots complemented the usual shorts specific to all Quileutes. His heart was pounding as he observed the surface, impatiently waiting to see you reappear. Were you even going to do it..? He couldn't believe you were really there.
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And you did. Your feet sank into the wet sand as you left the sweet comfort offered by the waves, your long hair sticking to your skin like a second skin. You were completely exposed as the cold wind whipped through your entire body, Jacob's eyes never leaving yours as he took off his jacket… wasting no time wrapping it around you. The distance between you was ridiculously thin now, the silence heavy and comfortable at the same time. There was no room for shyness here, it was Jacob. And despite everything that had happened you had full confidence in him.
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None of you dared to speak first... almost like it's going to shatter the present moment, and bring bad memories to the surface. “I was afraid I had hurt you.” He finally confessed, almost shamefully. Start at the beginning, yeah... it was good. “I'm sorry I disappeared... I just panicked.” You answered briefly, but he cut you off almost immediately.“You don't have to feel sorry for anything, Y/N. I should. For everything.”  He really was. He wanted to tell you how sorry he was, how much he had missed you... and how much he loved you. But he didn't have the right. Not now, and maybe never. But repeating it to you, showing you how sorry he was and how much he regretted the way he had treated you... seemed like a good start. He wanted to be the best imprint for you... a friend, a protector. If you wanted him to be. He didn't want to be separated from you like that anymore. Never again.
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You could hear the sincerity in his voice, the erratic changes in his breathing… and the heat radiating from his body which was enveloping you like a soft blanket. He meant every word. You were sure of it. And it was, indeed, a good start... yes. It was like a silent acceptance, like a secret language between the two of you... your throat tightening a bit before you wrapped your arms around him.
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Jacob automatically tightens his embrace around you, selfishly accepting the gesture of affection you both needed so badly. He trapped your body against his, resting his chin against the top of your head as you stood on your tiptoes... inhaling his scent. There he was, alive and safe in your arms... and that was all that mattered right now. And you were going to make sure that it stays that way, no matter what.
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But fate wasn't so lenient, you should have known that... it didn't rest only in your hands. Cruel reality exploded in your face that day, Jacob's scream echoing through the entire clearing at the same time as the sound of his ribs being broken by the newborn vampire. It all happened so fast. Leah had found herself trapped in the deadly embrace of one of them, Jacob had intervened... and now he was writhing in pain on the ground.
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You had joined him in a few strides, stumbling alongside him as your heartbeat echoed through your ears. Carlisle stood by your side, examining the extent of the damage before the other members of the pack arrived in turn. His voice was twisted in pain as he tried to pronounce your name, squeezing your hand in his before the other wolves surrounded him to pick him up - Paul reluctantly pulling you away from your imprint. Tears filled your eyes, so much so that you hadn't even seen Bella arrive… the obvious horror on her face. How could this have happened? You thought you could change Alice's vision, you really believed you could... but you obviously failed. Literally.
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ijenoyou · 3 years
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It’s you again. one.
bucky barnes x stark!reader.
summary; when Bucky sees you again a few months after the blip he can’t help but remember his past lover.
warnings; spoilers from the serie hehe prob angst & fluff ig lol mentions of tony’s death
notes; soooo it’s been a while since i’ve written something sooo this might suck ass lol anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo yeah enjoy :D
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You were too tired to keep your eyes open, your body kept on swaying until you finally gave up making your head land on Bucky’s shoulder. His conversation with Sam getting interrupted when he felt your arms hug his metal arm.
Sharon had a smirk on her face and decided to start getting prepared for a meeting she had. “I have stuff to do so why don’t you guys enjoy the party? And don’t cause any trouble.” She said before leaving the room.
Sam stood up and began walking towards the door with Zemo following him. “You coming?” He asked his new partner.
“Uh, yeah, just let me lay her down.” Bucky answered and took your head carefully, guiding your body to lay properly on the couch, you were still holding onto his arm so he took one of the matching cushions of the couch and gave it to you so your arms could let go of his.
He took his jacket off and decided to cover you with it, making sure your back and arms were under it. He softly smiled and placed a piece of hair behind your ear so it wouldn’t tickle your face.
After that he turned around and saw both Sam and Zemo looking at him a subtle smirk. “What?”
“I’ve never seen you being so gentle.” He mocked gaining a groan from Bucky. “What’s up with that? Since the whole mission started you have been acting weird, is it because of Stark?”
“Depends on which one you’re talking about.” Bucky took one last glance at your sleeping figure.
“Her.”
Sighing, Bucky massaged his temple. “I need a drink first.”
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Back on Zemo’s private jet you decided to give everyone the cold shoulder, angry at them for leaving you without saying anything or at least leaving a note. You could’ve helped them with the hundreds of mercenaries that attacked them. Zemo placed a plate with food on it in front of you and gave you a small smile, trying to make you feel at ease.
Walking down the street with Zemo like nothings wrong made you feel on edge. Thinking that maybe the new copy of Steve would appear and make things harder but you kept on wishing that it wouldn’t be the case. Zemo lead the group to a unknown building.
“I’m gonna go on a walk.” Bucky said out of nowhere.
“Take Y/N with you, don’t what could happen.” Sam said and took your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. “Sam, he can take care of himself.” Taking his hand off your shoulder you began walking to the buildings door, leaving everyone behind.
“See you guys in a bit.”
He came back after a few minutes and started talking about how the wakandians are looking for Zemo.
All of this mess made you wonder why were you there in the first place. Sure, you had nothing to do since your father died and also coming back after 5 years, didn’t help at all. But maybe you were there because Sam called, he was the only one who tried to search for you when you decided to disappear.
“Your TT would be proud of you.” Zemo’s voice brought you back into reality after watching their whole conversation and play it on your mind.
“What’s a TT?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“Whatever, we need to get moving.” Sam spoke dismissing the question you made.
You weren’t sure if the plan would work, searching for Donya was harder that you could think of and it definitively made you wonder what could go wrong if anyone from the group made a mistake. And losing your powers didn’t help the situation at all. But that’s a secret. Nobody knows you lost them and the most important thing, nobody knows you’re slowly dying. So maybe that’s one of the reasons you decided to help Sam, doing a last mission until your body gives up. You just hoped you get to finish the mission and not die in the middle of it.
But now, you had to worry about another thing. And that is John Walker, getting himself in things he doesn’t understand nor is involved in. Waiting for Sam next to him wasn’t the best moment in your life, the only thing you could do was stare at him with dislike written on your face.
Feelings like your skins burned you decided to start rubbing the sides of your neck and Bucky didn’t let that pass through blind eyes.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asks with a bit of concern filling his voice.
“Uh, yeah.” You cleared your throat. “I’m probably getting sick, don’t worry.”
Before Bucky could say anything else, Walker decided to put the mission on risk and walk inside the building Sam and Karli were having a conversation. You extended your hand to hold John by the shoulder.
“Why don’t you go and take a seat? You’re going to ruin the plan if you walk inside.” You spoke, trying to hold in the pain and burning under your skin.
John pushed you and entered the building.
And just like that, the whole situation became a mess. Ruining and shouting, the only thing you had become used to in these days.
The Dora Milaje were now your only solution. And they definitely know how to make a good entrance.
“Why don’t you relax pal?” You said to John before he gets himself hurt by the Dora Milaje, but it was too late, he placed his hand on Ayo’s shoulder. Big mistake.
You decided to sit back and watch them fight, you and Zemo exchanged looks, you gave him a nod, letting him go to the bathroom and possibly run away.
“I told you to relax, it’s what you deserve for being an ass.” You spoke with mock towards John.
Before the Dora Milaje could leave, Ayo turned her head to you and extended her hand, which was holding a stick, just like the ones the Dora Milaje use but it looked different.
“Here, Shuri told me to give it to you.” You took it and placed on your back.
Now it was only Sam, Bucky and you.
You were too tired to keep going, there’s was no point in being there without powers, you could barely fight and it made you angry. But what made you feel even worse is that you didn’t know what was causing it and seeing your body fill in with different colored lines brought back some bad memories.
Tony was well-know for not sharing his feelings or thoughts. And that made it harder for you to help him. Being at a young age didn’t matter, you did understand what was happening to him, slowly dying by the toxins coming from his reactor.
Seeing the lines in his neck will always haunt you for the rest of your life. The worst part of it is that you couldn’t tell anyone about it, he made you promise not to tell Pepper or Happy and that also caused you some trauma. He made you believe you couldn’t vent out your problems to your family or friends. You didn’t have anyone. Not even Pepper. You decided not to bother her or Morgan with the “My adoptive dad died and I have no one else” act. So it was really hard to say anything to Bucky or Sam, you didn’t want them to know that your body is not the same since you fought against Thanos.
“Go to Sarah’s, I’ll tell her to receive you back at home, okay?” Sam took both of your shoulders. “You don’t look so well, let Buck and I finish this and then call me when you feel better.”
You nodded and decided to leave immediately. Before you could go, Bucky took your arm, grabbing your attention.
“Be careful, if something happens call me immediately.” He said in a serious tone. You pushed his hand off you and muttered a small yes.
Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure until it disappeared behind doors. Sighing he took a seat on the coach.
“I think it’s time for you to tell me what’s happening between you and Y/N.” Sam demanded while crossing his arms.
Nodding, Bucky tapped the seat next to him, indicating Sam to sit there so he could start speaking.
“I’ve known her even before the mess at the airport started.” Bucky started to slowly speak. “Or at least her face.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Y/N, she looks like someone I used to know back in the 40s, her name was Sophia.” He explained with clear pain showing in his eyes. “Sophia and I met while I was preparing to become a soldier, she was a nurse back then.”
“What happened to her?” Sam asked with wonder running in his mind. He wanted to ask more questions about this person.
“Died of old age. I fell in love with her, but never saw Sophie again, after Steve rescued me I tried searching for her but nobody knew what happened to her and just decided not to tell anyone about it.”
“Not even Steve?”
Bucky shook his head and sighed. “When I saw Y/N back at the airport I thought my mind was playing games with me and that’s why I never touched her when Y/N and Tony decided to go against Steve and I.”
Sam patted his friends back, trying to bring him some kind of comfort but it didn’t help.
“And I’m just frustrated because I don’t know why she looks like Sophie, I asked the wakandians if they could find any information about Sophie and they found about her family, she had two kids and one of them had a girl.” Bucky bit his lips, trying to see if he could continue the story.
“You don’t have to tell me everything Buck, if it’s hard for you then you ca—“
Bucky’s voice interrupted him. “It’s fine. You see, everyone knows Tony adopted her, so it felt like there only was one answer. She had to be the daughter of Sophie’s children but then it was another death end. I recently found out that she’s not from Sophie’s family. It’s just fate I guess.”
“Maybe the destiny is giving you another chance to be with her.” Sam tried to give a good answer to him after what he said.
“I don’t think so but if it is that way, then I don’t deserve it”
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