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Man's World - Chapter 5 - No Pole, No Problem

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Reader x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers

Rating: Mature

AN: So Sorry this took so long to update... finally finished a big work convention and I am so excited to post this - YAY! I am hoping to sneak in a little smut into the next chapter... but if it doesn't work, definitely by chapter 7! I'll have both out this week. Chapter 6 just needs proof reading so whoo! Thanks again for all the love. You guys rock!

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Garage Visit – Friday

Lizzie met me in the garage as I popped out of my car. “Alright, time to go!” she shrilled, swaying her hips a tad as if she thought that was going to get me more excited. I just sighed in response.

“Ok, so when we get to the garage, you need to be all cheeky and ask Mattia if Carlos is there.”

“Why wouldn’t he be there? He’s a Ferrari driver…” I cut in, giving Lizzie a stupid look. She just ignored me.

“And then Carlos will come out and give you a hug, ask you how Free Practice went, blah blah.” I loved how she said blah blah at the end. The only thing Carlos and I had in common was that we raced cars – discussing free practice seemed like the obvious and only choice.

When we arrived at the Ferrari garage, Lizzie fixed my helmet hair and I put on the biggest smile I could possibly muster. As I approached Mattia caught my eye, clearly he had been prepped for this. “Hi Mattia, is Carlos around? We were just walking past the garage and I thought I’d see how his session went,” I asked casually.

He nodded and before he could even call out, Carlos came swaying out, his racing suit still around his hips. Like me, he was drenched from the Miami heat and his fireproof clothing was sticking so close to him you could see all of the ridges of his abs and chest underneath his fireproof spandex. I did my best not to stare – didn’t need Carlos getting even more of an ego boost.

“Oh look who popped by? How did free practice go, cariño? Heard you got P3 – nice one.” I internally winced at his nickname. Since when did I say it was okay for him to call me that? Before I knew it Carlos had his arms wrapped around my waist and we were hugging. My head was placed flat against his chest and he gave me what was possibly the world’s biggest hug. If he wasn’t drenched in sweat still, I probably would have enjoyed it. Although I decided to keep that thought to myself and bury it way down. Gross.

“Yeah, car felt good but the heat was draining. Really hoping we get some rain tomorrow before qualifying; would make it cooler.” We awkwardly chitchatted for a bit more, and out of the corner of my eye I could see a Ferrari social coordinator filming our conversation.

After a few minutes, Carlos put his hand on my back and led me further inside, pretending to give me a tour of the garage – as if my very own twin brother didn’t also race there. I’d had this same tour a million times. I tried not to roll my eyes.

Was anyone going to believe this?

Another ten minutes passed and I could see Coco and Lizzie both nod their heads, as if to say “good job faking it, guys.” Lizzie approached me and made up some story about us needing to get back to the garage, and then we set off.

Awkward garage visit 1 complete. I was sure once this particular social media was out, I would be hearing about this from Danny and Pierre.

Saturday - Qualifying

By the time Free Practice 3 was complete Saturday morning, I was feeling ready for qualifying. It had rained a tad in the morning which did lower the temperature a bit, but that only meant the humidity had increased which was going to be rough on my engine – and my body.

After a rough couple of laps due to being blocked by the Alfa Romeo, I easily passed through Q3. Q2 was a different story, but I had managed to get the 9th spot.

“All you need is top ten,” I heard Mel say in my ear, trying to cheer me up. I was a championship contender – I didn’t want to settle for P9. Lily had also made it through, which was great for the team. We were really coming into our cars, and the new wing upgrades were phenomenal.

As Q3 started, I heard a loud sound from my car on the out lap.

“Shit – what is that?” I gritted out into the radio.

“Box, box,” was all I heard back from Mel. After a quick look at the car, they found some debris stuck in my flooring. Great, just great. Not what I needed right now. We quickly got the car back onto the track, but the best I could pull was a P8. Lily, however, managed to squeak out a P5. As I returned back to the garage, I tried to hide the feeling of fury within my face – but the look on Mel and Susie’s faces told me they knew how I was feeling. I hopped out and went straight to my drivers room and threw down my helmet.

“FUCK!” I screamed, putting my head in my hands. Every race counted and now I had my teammate in front of me which would make it even harder to pass tomorrow. I threw off my racing gear and hopped into the shower – opting to get it as cold as possible. As I came out of the shower I heard a knock on the door.

“Georgie, it’s me Danny – can I come in?”

I quickly threw on some clothes and opened the door to see Danny standing in front of me with a bottle of wine and two solo cups. “Figured you could use a drink.” The McLaren driver came in and plopped himself down on my massage table, clearly making himself at home.

I nodded, happily taking the wine glass from Danny’s hand.

“So… how are things with Carlos?” He asked. I couldn’t help but notice the slight twinkle in his eye – clearly he was also enjoying this.

“As good as can be when I’m fake dating a real buffoon,” I bit back. He laughed at that, raising his drink and cheersing with mine.

“Yeah when Zak came and informed Lando and I about the plan, I have to say – we were both quite shocked. That said, Lando has a bet that by the end of the season, you’ll be actually dating.”

“Lando is actually an idiot,” I deadpanned back, rolling my eyes.

“Maybe – but he thinks Sainz likes you, ya know.”

“Doubt it. The only thing Carlos Sainz likes about me is his ability to get under my skin.”

“So how long do you think this will have to go on?” He asked, clearly trying to move the conversation into a different direction.

“Until the sponsors decide we’re worthy of their money, I s’pose,” I responded with a sigh. Danny got up from the massage table and moved over to give me one of his signature Danny hugs.

“Keep your head up, love. Who knows, you might find something you like about Carlos?”

I rolled my eyes at that, but hugged him back. Why does everyone keep saying that? Was Carlos some enigma that half the paddock had figured out?

As Danny left I packed my bag for the hotel. The likelihood of tonight being a long sleepless night was strong. But, on the plus side, I guess the best part of not getting pole? I didn’t have to do media.

Miami – Race Day

‘And we have a blistering 100 degrees Fahrenheit here on this beautiful Miami Sunday,’ I heard the radio say. I quickly turned it off, mourning the loss of the clouds that we had seen yesterday. 100 degrees – how the hell was I supposed to race in that kind of weather?

Yesterday had been brutal, as seen by my embarrassing 8th place grid start. Even Lily had managed to qualify better than me – not that I was begrudging her for the excellent 5th place qualification, but I had never qualified lower than 5th place in the last 4 races and as Bugatti’s number one driver, it hurt when my teammate out-qualified me – even if she was the sweetest person on the planet.

With a 12:30pm race start, I was expected at the Paddock early in the morning – especially if I was to casually drop by Carlos’ garage again. Except this time it was going to be more than a little ‘pop in’, Coco and Lizzie had decided. Since things were going so well on social media, an Italian coffee date was clearly in order. My love of coffee was known all across the track; fans even made me little coffee cannisters and gave me mugs as gifts when they popped by for signings. Valtteri and I had done a couple joint Instagram posts supporting various local coffee brands in the countries we had visited.

I made it clear to Charles last night that he was to make sure he was available at 9:30am, less I have to face Carlos alone again for another awkward “omg, can’t believe I found you here… at the Ferrari garage…. where you’re supposed to be” moment with Carlos.

I arrived at the paddock by 9am with Chris in tow. He knew I liked to typically arrive at race day events by myself – a weird ritual I had started at Indy Car. I enjoyed being alone in the morning before a race – just me, my thoughts, and a carefully crafted playlist. But with everything going on these days, Chris offered to hop into the car with me; and I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

“Good morning,” Lizzie announced as Chris and I walked into the garage together. She was wearing a bright yellow bandana that made her look as though she was emulating the sun. I told her as such and she smiled a smile that could only be described as ‘ear to ear’.

“Thought I would try and bring the sunshine in case Miami brought rain – but now I fear it worked too well,” she giggled.

I dropped my stuff off into my room and grabbed my phone. “So, should we get this little coffee date over with so I can go back to focusing on my race?” I suggested.

“Yes, yes – off we go,” she sang. As we walked through the paddock, I saw a few familiar faces. Pierre and his parents waved at me as I approached the Ferrari hospitality entrance. We arrived at the entrance and the guard let us in – I supposed he had been told a small group from Bugatti would be joining. As I walked into the hospitality suite I saw Carlos and Charles waiting for me, Carlos holding two cups of coffee.

Smart man – if he had some already brewed, we could cut down the interaction by… 2 minutes?

“Oh, look who it is, Charles, it’s the Bugatti team here to steal our race strategy,” said Carlos, laughing and shoving the coffee cup into my face, albeit a little too forcefully.

“Don’t be silly, we don’t steal losing strategies over at Bugatti,” I quipped back. Carlos let out a big laugh – one that almost seemed genuine. Charles padded on over and gave me a hug.

“Nice of you to visit us over at lonely old Ferrari,” he proclaimed.

“Well when Carlos boasted that Ferrari had the best coffee in the paddock, you know I had to come try it out. That’s a bold claim from the smooth operator,” I said, winking at the both of them. Carlos motioned for the three of us to sit down at a table, Carlos and I on one side and Charles across from us.

“So, you feeling ready for today? Must feel real good to have pole position,” I said, trying to sound excited for my brother. He deserved the pole position – he drove exceptionally well. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring any cake from Monaco with me in case you win.”

“It’s fine – I’ll just have to settle to forcing you to go out with me tonight to celebrate my win.” I rolled my eyes at that.

We continued on with a little more chit chat between the three of us for another ten minutes before Lizzie was motioning for me to leave. I had no doubt that she had made sure the Ferrari social coordinator got all the footage of the three of us. I gave Charles one last hug. As I went to turn around, I felt Charles push me slightly into Carlos, giving me a look that said ‘hug him.’

Had we already reached the hugging stage of our relationship? Gross.

Perhaps a little too awkwardly, I wrapped my hands around Carlos’ waist and gave him a hug. In return he wrapped his hands around my neck and gave me a soft squeeze. His body was incredibly warm and he was wearing that cologne again – the one he had worn the night I ran into him while waiting for the elevator in Italy – the one that smelled of lilacs and the sea. I closed my eyes for just a moment and drank it in, before opening them quickly, backing off from Carlos.

“Right, better get back. 1st place won’t be easy, so need to go prepare.” I gave my brother a little smirk and then head off in the direction of the Bugatti motor home.

“See, Georgie, that wasn’t so bad!” Lizzie announced as we left the Ferrari hospitality suite. She was right – it had actually been more manageable, but I wasn’t going to let Lizzie know that.

“Yes, it was good to see my brother,” I let out softly. Lizzie just smirked at that. She knew I would never admit that the coffee date wasn’t that bad, but she decided to take her wins where she could.

The next several hours revolved around me prepping for the race. There were training sessions with Chris, reaction time exercises, and race strategy reviews with Susie and Isabelle. I knew I was going to need a bit of a miracle if I was going to get on the podium, but I was prepared to put the work in. All I needed was a couple DNF’s – and Redbull, even Ferrari, were getting good at those.

“Alright, time to get in, Georgie,” I heard my race engineer Mel say from across the garage. I nodded, crawling into the car and attaching my radio.

“Is it always this hot in here?” I muttered to myself. I felt around for my water, and then pressed the radio button. “Umm, there seems to be an issue, the water is basically empty,” I called out.

“No issue Georgie, we needed to dump the weight so we gain a little more speed,” Mel casually responded.

Dump my water?! Did my race engineer not know it was 100 degrees outside. I grumbled in response. Mel had been with me since last year. She was a brilliant race engineer, one of the best, and when I signed for F1, I knew I had to take her with me. She had the strongest southern drawl I had ever heard, but her mathematics were on par Pete Bonnington over at Mercedes.

“Fine, but let’s not make a habit of it,” I remarked. I knew part of this was my fault. I had gotten 8th place on the grid and we needed to make up time. The WDC was at stake; I could survive a 90 minute race with just a little of water.

Before I knew it we were doing the formula lap. “How are things, GG?” GG was the name Mel called me over the radio – she had been doing it ever since we were racing in Indy Car when she proclaimed “Georgia is much too long!” during our first race together – so GG stuck.

“Feeling ok – wish me luck.”

“You never need it.”

I got to the 8th place spot and waited. The wait for the lights out was always the worst part of the race. The anticipation and thrill was always on the tip of my tongue. I loved starting the car off the grid – there were no words to describe the magic and wonder of driving a Formula 1 car. Every day I got into that car I was reminded of my dream.

And its light out and away we go…

The 5th light went out and I started the car as if I was a person who hadn’t eaten in a week and food had just been offered to me. I was hungry for this win – or to at least get on the podium. Within 3 seconds I had already jumped two places – nice. Pierre and George had gotten bad starts, and I certainly wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. “A good driver takes any opening they can get,” as my brother Lorenzo would say.

As I was crossing over the line and heading into lap 25, I saw the lights of Sergio Perez’s redbull start to come into play. Before I knew it I was passing him, and in my wing mirror I could see his car die on the side of the track.

“Yellow flag, GG, that’s P5 now.” Great, only 2 more places to go. “Order is Charles, Carlos, Lily, and Max. Max has something wrong with his front wing. Box Box.”

“Roger.” So Lily had managed to pass Max – nice one Lil.

I went into the pits and got a fresh set of tires, and then continued on my way.

“Yellow flag will be lifted this lap. Let’s push.”

And push I did. Within another ten laps I had gained DRS on Max and had quickly overtaken his Red Bull - I was now sitting P4 in the race, albeit with Max close behind.

“It’s real hot in here Mel, everything okay,” I mumbled into the radio. She agreed to check and quickly came back to confirm that the car was fine and I was to keep pushing. And push I did because as I reached lap 40, I was on the back of Lily.

“Tell Lily I have the pace, she needs to get out the way. She’s driving too slow.” I demanded on the radio. Not one of my finer moments – typically team orders came from engineers to drivers and not the other way round, but I knew I could pass my less experienced teammate. Max was on my ass and I knew if we didn’t pick up the pace, I would use the rest of my tyres defending my P4 position.

“Hold.” Was all Mel said.

“No – tell Susie that either Lily gives me the space or I’ll take it from her.” Isbabelle had made it clear when I joined we were a team of drivers. While I was clearly the number one driver and had the best hope of winning the World Drivers Championship, Isabelle wasn’t about to take podiums away from the other driver if we could help it. Demanding she give me her place wasn’t going to make Susie or Isabelle happy – but I knew I could get on this podium. I had to.

“Lily has been instructed to give you the position on the straight. Go quick.”

I didn’t respond to that, and as we reached the straight, I sailed on by her. “Thanks to Lily,” I mumbled, a little embarrassed by my outburst earlier, but now I was P3 and Carlos was only 5 seconds ahead of me. I could do this.

“And that’s fastest lap, GG.”

I’m not entirely sure what changed, but as I reached lap 42, I began to feel my heart beat slowing down, but I knew it had to be beating fast at this kind of racing speed. As I settled into the race pace chasing Carlos, I became acutely aware that I was incredibly hot – and my head felt like someone had just wacked it with a baseball bat. I sucked on my straw but I knew I was out of water, I had been out after lap 30. My lips and mouth were completely parched. I hadn’t felt this nauseous since the very last race of Indy Car when I knew if I won, I was taking home that trophy.

I went to press the radio button, but nothing came out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say anyway. There were only 15 laps left now – I could survive another 15 laps. I put my head down and focused on the road in front. I could see Carlos’ car up front, just needed another 2.5 seconds on him and I could get into DRS range.

“GG, you slowed down that lap more than expected. All ok?”

I wanted to respond to Mel, tell her how I was feeling, but I didn’t have the energy to utter the words, so I just kept driving and uttered an “uh huh” into the radio.

Lap 50. Seven more to go.

“Gap is now 3 seconds, GG.” I knew Mel was trying to encourage me to push, we had lost time on Carlos. She sounded lightly frustrated, but how could I tell her I was just trying to focus on just not passing out? It had to be almost 105 degrees outside.

Lap 56 rolled around and my radio went silent. It had become clear that they had accepted I was going to get P3.

“Last lap Georgia, let’s push for fastest lap. Charles currently holds it.”

I took a deep breath. Fastest lap would give me an extra point, and every point counted at this moment in time. I lifted my visor up and put it back down again, enjoying the 2 seconds of air that swept onto my face.

Fuck it Georgia, let’s push, I said to myself.

And push I did. It was as if time had stopped and I was the only one on the track. I was flying in what was probably the best lap of a Grand Prix I had ever done. I might have been blinded by the heat, but I would be damned if I was going to let my brother take this one, tiny victory from me.

“That’s P8 to P3 GG, very good and fastest lap. Congrats! Unfortunately Lily DNF’d at Lap 53 – issue with the battery forced her to come in and retire. Race order was Charles 1, Carlos 2, you 3.”

I groaned. Well, at least I didn’t have to feel guilty about taking her spot. It wasn’t the race win I had hoped for, but I was still fairly proud of myself. I pressed the radio button and went to say something to the team, but as I opened my mouth, a wave of intense nausea hit me – the adrenaline of the race had clearly run out and I all of a sudden realised how intensely ill I felt.

“Yeah… uh… thank… the team…” I gritted out, just barely. I supposed the team thought I was upset about the race, as no one said anything back to me. Truth be told, I was surprised I could utter anything out at all. As I made the last cooldown lap around the track, I entered the pit lane where the #3 sign was waiting for me and parked my car.

As I arrived at the parking spot, I could see Charles in the background, clearly celebrating his win. I smiled just a little bit – bastard did it after all, good for him, I thought. I went to pull myself up out of the car so I could go congratulate my brother, but my body didn’t move an inch. Had I just imagined doing that? I pulled again on the halo, but nothing happened. Maybe I just needed a quick moment to regroup. I made sure I was unhooked from the car and tried again.

Shit.

As my vision started to fade black, I felt someone begin to lift me out of the car.

Strong arms lifted me out of the cockpit and wrapped my arms around their shoulders. “I got you,” I heard a soft voice whisper. It wasn’t Charles, was it? The person quickly took my helmet off and put a straw in my mouth, still holding me up in my cockpit.

“Drink, slowly,” he reprimanded as I began to quickly suck the hydration liquid out of the water bottle. I inhaled a large breath and smelled something familiar.

Lilacs and the sea. The realisation hit me – it was Carlos holding me.

As I began to come to, I opened my eyes and looked straight into his brown eyes. They were soft, full of concern, and staring right back into mine. As I observed his face I noticed he had the smallest freckle on the side of his right eye; I had never noticed that before. Our faces were mere inches apart, and his breathing was steady. He really was a beautiful man. What is wrong you with, I thought to myself. You almost passed out in your car and here you are ogling the enemy.

Must be the heat exhaustion.

“Keep drinking,” he commanded. I listened and grabbed onto his shoulder tighter as he pulled me from the cockpit. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my brother running towards me, panic written all of his face. Carlos set me on the ground, but held onto me completely, letting me put my weight on him. My feet were unsteady, but as I began to feel the breeze against my face, I was feeling a bit stronger.

Charles reached out to grab me from Carlos, but Carlos blocked his way. “I got her, don’t crowd her,” he told my brother. Charles wasn’t one to listen to anyone – but I could tell he was panicked enough to back off just a tad, giving me some room. By now a few of the other drivers had come over – Max and Lewis included.

“Let’s take her to the medical tent,” I heard Lewis suggest.

Before I knew what was happening, Carlos had picked me up in his arms bridal style, and he and my brother were moving me towards the medical tent. I could hear Mel and Susie behind, calling out to Carlos and Charles, asking what had happened.

“Probably just heat exhaustion,” the doctor declared as we entered the medical tent. He had seen the footage, and was already prepping IV packets. As Carlos set me down on the medical bed, I was beginning to come to and feel quite a bit better. Sure, I was still hot in my several layers of racing clothing – but I no longer had the intense nausea that I had experienced in the car.

“I’m fine,” I finally spoke up, looking at the rather growing group of people in the medical tent. “Just give me a minute and then I can go weigh myself.”

Charles scoffed. “Peaches, you need to lie down for a bit.” But before anyone could stop me, I was standing up – a little unsteady – but still standing. My brother had just won his second F1 race of the season and I had fought long and hard to be on that podium with him – nothing was going to stop me.

“How about this,” the doctor suggested, “you can head to the podium celebration, but I expect to see you here right after for IV fluids.” I nodded – seemed fair enough. “And take this water and hydration package with you.” Before I could protest, the doctor dumped a bunch of water and a packet into the Ferrari water bottle I was still holding – Carlos’s water bottle.

Charles helped me from the tent and we set foot towards the cool down room where I proceeded to rip off my race suit and tie it around my waste. My fireproof shirt was absolutely soaked through and sticking to me. Not the classiest look, but if the F1 cameras weren’t in the room, I definitely would have taken my shirt off.

Not that it had stopped Carlos. As I turned around, I saw a shirtless Carlos sitting on one of the chairs, rubbing his soaking wet hair with his shirt. I stared for what was probably a little too long, and then sat down next to Charles, who was forcing the water bottle back into my mouth,

“Drink, Peaches,” he demanded, a serious look in his eyes. I knew he was annoyed that I had come to the cool down room – but I was insistent.

As Charles turned to his left, he saw the shirtless Carlos who was watching the replay on the screen. I heard him mumble something to Carlos, who only mumbled something dryly back to Charles. He turned back to me and smirked a little. I had been caught.

So sue me – Carlos was attractive. No one had accused me of being blind, just of being bad at media. It was clear that Carlos had been told to put his shirt back on, because he rolled his eyes but slapped his sweaty shirt back on. Show is over ladies, I thought to myself. I’m sure there would be hundreds of gifs of shirtless Carlos all over the internet by tomorrow.

Soon we were ushered onto the podium, wearing our Pirelli hats and spraying champagne all over Charles. If someone asked me one of my favourite moments, I would happily say it was any of the times I stood on the podium with my brother. It didn’t matter who had the higher step – being with Charles on that podium was a dream come true.

Once the anthems were done and champagne spraying was finished, we walked back down to the paddock. Susie and Paula, Bugatti’s team doctor, met me at the bottom of the steps and ushered me back towards the medical tent. After 20 minutes of IV prep and some Tylenol, I was beginning to feel like a new person. The plus side was, I was definitely missing the podium press conference, it probably started 5-10 minutes ago.

“How do you feel?” asked Isabelle. She had arrived just a few minutes ago to check on me.

“Much better, thank you.”

“That was an excellent race today. You showed great pace. We’ll get them next week.” I nodded. It was likely we were going to address my sudden outburst on the team radio, but fortunately it seemed like Isabelle would give me some reprieve today.

“Well, since you’re feeling better, I guess you had better get prepared for the winners conference. Starts in 30 – they pushed it back in hopes that you would feel better.” If I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn that I saw a slight smile on Isabelle’s face.

Well, shit.

Had Isabelle asked them to push back the conference as punishment for the outburst on the radio? Most definitely. Isabelle knew how to push my buttons.

I guess if I had stayed in 4th place, I wouldn’t have had to do media.

When I entered the press conference, I walked over to Carlos and handed him his water bottle.

“Thank you, for today,” I said softly.

He took the water bottle and shook it a bit. “You should finish what’s in here.” I raised my eyebrow and gave him a questioning look. Did Carlso Sainz… care? I mean, he had had to care a bit – he needed this arrangement too, but even I had to admit he was being awfully nice for us having ‘just started’ our relationship. I simply nodded at him and took a seat on the other side of Charles, who was clearly enjoying being in the middle seat this time.

Charles leaned over and whispered, “Ferrari water bottle looks good in your hand, ya know.”

“Oh yeah, you going to give me your seat next year?” I whispered back.

Before Charles could get another word in, the press conference began. The journalists started with their usual questions they had for the winner – a discussion on the tires and new track. As the discussion turned to the temperatures, the journalist turned to me.

“So Olivia, how are you feeling after that? You looked pretty worse for wear out there at the end of the race.”

I nodded, picking up the microphone to respond. “Yeah, as you know we’ve been dealing with weight issues and the team felt it necessary to limit my water – bit of a trough call, because we needed to better balance the car due to my starting 8th, but still – I don’t think it’s a call we can make again.” I winced at the last part; probably not what Isabelle wanted me to say but it was the truth – I couldn’t do that again.

“Well we’re glad you are ok. But I have to ask, since there’s a big push to get more women in the sport, do you think your heat sensitivity had anything to do with the fact you’re a woman?”

As the journalist asked the question I just stared at the guy blankly, dumbfounded was the only way I could express how I felt. I could feel Charles tense up next to me, but before either of us could say anything, I heard a thick Spanish accent in the microphone next to me.

“Did you not just hear her? She said the lack of water in the car was the reason. What does that have to do with being a woman?” The voice was rough and laced with frustration. I turned to the right and saw Carlos standing, getting closer to the journalist, clearly expecting an answer direct to his face.

The journalist looked shocked, his mouth agape as he stared directly into Carlos’ eyes.

“You know, we all struggle with water consumption in the cars. With the weight restrictions, we often have to face minimising water with our set ups, depending on the track temps and our place in qualifying,” Charles spoke up, clearly trying to clear the tension in the air and deescalate the situation. We knew the press didn’t like me, but we couldn’t risk them starting to turn on Carlos as well. Charles stood up and tapped Carlos on the shoulder, who had already begun retreating to his seat, the look of fury in his eyes.

“Right, yes, sure,” was all the journalist would retort, clearly still a little shocked from Carlos outburst. I turned to look at Carlos, who was making a point to still stare at the journalist.

“Judging by the fact that Lily was able to complete 98% of the race without passing out, I would say no, it has nothing with me being a woman and everything to do with my set up and lack of water,” I said, starting to gain confidence in myself. “We drive 300kph in temperatures well above 100 degrees. We learned a lot about the car this weekend and we learned about our limits, and that’s what matters. You can’t be perfect all the time, and that’s what I learned this weekend.

But what I can say, is that I’ll be back next weekend stronger than ever. I mean, someone has to show Chili how to get on the Barcelona podium.” And with that, I turned to my right and winked at Carlos.

As I turned back to the center, I heard a laugh coming from my right. I’m not sure if it was shock, but Carlos was head back, eyes closed, actually laughing in his seat. Charles also had a smile on his lips.

“We’ll see about that, Cariño, we’ll see,” he said, a smile on his face.

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Out of Mind - Chapter 7 (Joel Miller x Female Reader)

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Sorry for the wait but if it makes you feel any better, our plot is finally starting to pick up the pace. I probably won’t be updating again until next month tho :’( I'm also introducing a Tess POV in this chapter, trying to experiment a little with different narrative types for each character POV. Hope that's not too confusing, let me know what you think.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Summary: An attempt to prove yourself blows up in your face.

Warnings/tags: [whole fic is 18+ minors DNI], brief descriptions of violence, characters having to kill people, but it’s FEDRA so who cares, Joel being a dick, again.

Don't put her on jobs with me, don't make her train with me, as far as I'm concerned she doesn't exist. But don't come crying to me the next time she gets hurt.

You "We shouldn't be doing this." "Heard you the first 300 times Joel" Tess growled back. You ignored them both, determined not to let anything throw you off your game. You were finally getting in on the action and between the nerves and adrenaline, you already felt like you were about to jump out of your skin.

The three of you reached the fence and squirmed under it. You didn't even have to cut your way through, it'd been damaged for years. It should've been fixed ages ago but a lethal combination of bureaucracy, incompetent leadership and an ever-present apocalypse requiring constant attention meant holes in the system - both literal like this one and metaphorical - went unaddressed. That was the key to outsmarting FEDRA you figured: the longer they stayed upright, the more power they wielded, the lazier they got. An army of fireflies may not be able to take them down but one girl with an ability to squeeze into tight spaces and a refusal to be bested could rob them blind. Joel rattled the door you'd led them too. It was locked. "Now what?" He hissed at you. You weren't worried. The door was always locked, it wasn't the door you were trying to get into. You smiled and looked upwards. Tess gaped at you while Joel glared even harder. "You made us think we were coming in through the door." "Yup." "Why?" "To fuck with you." Now Tess was glaring too. "Don't get cocky kid or we might not take you with us next time. How're you gonna get up there anyway?" That earned an eyeroll from you. "Next flight leaves in ten minutes" you retorted, taking out two short narrow blades, sticking them into the well-worn divets you'd created over multiple trips and beginning your ascent. You heard Tess curse but you were already several feet up, slotting your feet into the tiny spaces that your muscles had memorised, making your way up to the window which opened into the warehouse. You sucked your tummy in as you slotted yourself through the window - you were definitely going to have to lay off Bill's cookies - and froze as you made eye contact with two guards. "Shit!" You scrambled your way out, hands and feet clawing for purchase as panic made your mind go blank. Then you could feel your centre of gravity shift and you were falling, landing with an ungraceful smack on the concrete. The pain made your head thrum as Tess hauled you to your feet. "What happened?" You were trying to splutter out "go" when the door flew open and those two Fedra guards came storming out. Then they were raising their guns, Joel was yelling and your brain snapped to attention. Bullets popped all around you as you sprinted for the fence. You dared a glance back as you ducked down under the wire. One of the guards lay still as Joel struggled with the other. You scraped yourself under the fence, pulling Tess after you. You screamed for Joel who had the guard in a headlock. Then Joel had one hand reaching for the guard's jaw and the other hand on the top of his head, and with a grunt and one swift motion there was a crack and the guard crumpled. Then he was diving under the fence that you were still holding up. There was a shot and a bullet pinged off the ground where Joel's head had been a second before. But his head had jerked and it scraped his ear instead. Tess whipped out her gun and fired at the guard on the roof as you grabbed Joel's arm and tugged him to your side. You didn't see who or what Tess had hit but you heard a thump 10 seconds later then Tess was pulling you both to the alley screaming one word on repeat. You couldn't hear her over your own ears ringing but you could read her lips and you knew what word she was sounding out, it was a word you'd seen on countless people's lips. "Run." --- Joel His back was glued to the wall as he surveyed the apartment building and everything, everyone surrounding it. They'd lost the guards several streets back, or at least he hoped they had. It didn't look like there were any FEDRA soldiers hanging about and he didn't think think that any of them had seen their faces anyway so it was safe as it could be under the circumstances. He signalled silently to Tess and Skye behind him and they cut across the street, trying to move quickly and quietly without looking like they were sneaking about. They climbed the stairs to the apartment in stony silence, Joel's ear still throbbing where a bullet had grazed it and Tess staring straight ahead with pursed lips while the girl kept eye contact with her shoes. She looked miserable, but she deserved to. It was her plan that had blown up so spectacularly in their faces, and they'd only agreed to it because she kept insisting that she knew what she was doing. But she'd been arrogant and careless, everything Joel warned Tess she was and everything he'd begun to hope she wasn't. She dared a glance at him once they were inside. He stared back. He could feel the familiar tension in his eyebrows and clench of his jaw. He was glaring at her. She shrank back from his gaze and started looking at the floorboards. "What happened?" Tess snapped. "I... I don't know, there's not normally guards in that room." She still couldn't look at either of them. "Maybe they stepped up their security when they realised they had a thief." She sank further into her chair." "Yeah. Maybe." "This is exactly what we warned you would happen" Joel growled. "I know." "Do you? Cos you seem to think our orders are some kinda joke. You strut around acting like you know it all just cos you know how to steal from idiots on the street. You think you can actually handle what we do? You can't. I tried to tell Tess, tried to tell you. You're just a dumb kid, don't even know how you managed to last this long." "That's enough." Tess's voice cut through his rage and he realised that there were tears glistening in Skye's eyes. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach. "Kid, we need time to talk alone." She brushed her eyes fiercely and slunk past him back to her room. "Joel." Tess gestured sharply to their room. Shit, he was in for it now. "I don't wanna hear it Tess." "You wanna say I told you so? Fine. You warned me, I put too much trust in her too soon but I'm not getting rid of her." Joel stopped. That thought hadn't even occured to him. Jesus I'm getting soft. "I ain't saying I want rid of her." "Really? Cos you seem to be doing everything in your power to drive her away." "I told you from the start this was a bad idea. She's too green, can't be out there with someone we don't trust, always having to keep an eye on em." "That's not the problem." "It's not?" "Look, I was hoping you'd figure this out for yourself eventually and do something about it but someone's gonna have to spell it out before you say or do anymore stupid shit." "What the hell you talking bout?" "You like her." You like her. The words rattled through Joel's ears and spun around in his head. You like her you like her you like her you like her. "That is... that's the stupidest shit I ever heard." "It's stupid alright but it's still true." "Tess-" "Jesus Joel how stupid do you think I am? Your eyes follow her about the room, you have a nervous breakdown every time you say more than two words to her and everytime we go out on a job you keep checking to make sure she's still there." "Cos she can't be trusted!" "Cos the thought of losing her terrifies you!" "She's too young for me." "No arguments here but the fact is you still like her." "Look, I told you from the start that taking her on was a bad idea. But you weren't hearing it so I went along with your stupid fucking plan. I tried to make sure she knew what she was doing, I looked out for her on jobs, that does not mean I have some stupid fucking crush. Don't go accusing me of shit just for following your orders," he snarled jabbing an accusing finger at her. "I'm not accusing you of jack. I know you haven't done anything and you're so fucking repressed that you'll probably never do anything but in case it's not already painfully obvious, that girl has her own stupid crush on you, so you need to stop saying shit to hurt her or you might get your wish. She might leave and not come back and god knows what'll happen to her without us. She might be arrogant, naive to the point of being downright stupid but she's still my friend, and since I took her on, my fucking responsibility, and I won't have you getting her hurt just cos you can't handle your feelings like a fucking adult." "You think I'd hurt her? You think I'd get her hurt? Maybe I should just stay away from her altogether." "Fine. Whatever it takes to get you to stop acting like such a goddamn baby." "Fine. Don't put her on jobs with me, don't make her train with me, as far as I'm concerned she doesn't exist. But don't come crying to me the next time she gets hurt" he yelled, slamming the bedroom door behind him, then slamming the apartment front door as he stalked out. Then he was stood in that damp, musty hallway alone, and suddenly all the anger sagged out of him. He imagined Tess watching him as he watched her. Tess who never missed a trick with anyone, who'd always been able to see right through him and call him on his bullshit, following his eyes, his movements, the way he acted around you and realising what it meant, probably before he even really knew. Tess who'd been his family, his first real friend after the world went to shit, the first person he'd trusted enough to sleep in the same bed with, who'd never asked for anything even when she clearly wanted more than he was giving her, only to see him on the verge of giving it to someone else. He ran his face through his hands as if he could wipe the images from his brain. He fucking hated himself. --- Tess The whiskey bottle stood empty on the kitchen table, its contents burning their way through Tess's system. Her head was swimming so much that she barely heard the creak of a door opening, then she saw you standing sheepishly in the doorway, shuffling from foot to foot. "I'm sorry." Tess shrugged. "Not your fault." "Yes it is. I nearly got us killed. You were right about me, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." "Oh, you're talking about what happened at the barracks?" She saw you blink at that. "Yeah. What else would I be talking about?" She doesn't know, of course she doesn't know, Tess realised with a lurch. Probably just as well she'd run out of whisky. "So you couldn't hear what me and Joel were saying." "I could hear you yelling but I couldn't make out anything specific. You were arguing about me right?" "Yeah." "He thinks you should cut me loose?" Tess ran a hand over her face, trying to figure out what to say next. "No, not exactly." "Maybe you should." She gave you a long look. "Maybe I should, but I'm not." You sagged into the nearest seat. "He hates me, doesn't he?" Tess almost wished she could tell you how wrong you were when she saw the dejected look on your face. "He doesn't hate you, he's just pissed with you. He'll get over it." "Oh please, he barely tolerated me anyway. Now he can't stand the sight of me." "That's not true." She wondered if you'd honestly never seen the way his eyes tracked you at every moment. "But he won't work with me anymore." Tess sighed. "No he won't." You nodded. You were trying to look understanding, passing it off like it wasn't a big deal but she could see your disappointment. "Guess you're my only friend now," you looked up sharply, "I mean, if you ever were my friend." She chuckled and put an arm round you. "Sure kid. I'm your friend." God knows you needed one now.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x female oc

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No Wives, No Mothers, No Lovers : 5/7

Yes, finally! An update! @snowbellewells, I'm sorry this fic is taking me so long to finish. I hope you enjoy this chapter, especially the characters that appear in it, even though it ends on a cliffhanger. Yes, I said a cliffhanger. On the bright side, this fic is near completion. Yay! Love ya, Marta, and I hope this summer is full of sunshine and rest.

Summary: He must be hallucinating. Because Emma Swan is supposed to be in Miami, Florida where he left her. Emma Swan isn’t supposed to be on this rocky stretch of beach, completely drenched, and wearing a ball gown of all things. A Lieutenant Duckling AU (sort of) in which Emma is a siren who isn’t supposed to fall in love with a human.

Length: about 3k in this chapter

Rated: T

Previous Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

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Chapter Five:

Killian gasps and coughs, his chest burning and his head pounding. He’s trembling all over, soaked to the bone, and the rain is pouring down again. Everything is blurry; he can barely see through the storm and rain, but he thinks he sees Emma’s blonde hair. Thinks he feels its soft, silky strands caress his cheek, which is odd. Her hair should be wet. But maybe every bit of it is a dream because his eyes slide shut, and then darkness surrounds him again . . .

The next time he awakes, he can’t keep his eyes open, no matter how hard he tries. He only gets glimpses of the people around him, and a bright light above. The light hurts. The sand and rocks scrape his skin. Someone calls his name . . .

He awakes the third time in a hospital bed. The light still hurts. So does his throat. Its silent except for the beeping of machines. Liam is asleep in the chair beside his bed, but the moment Killian turns his head, Liam is awake and reaching for his hand.

“Emma,” Killian manages to rasp out, his throat like sandpaper.

Liam frowns, shaking his head. “You were alone on the beach when we found you.”

Killian struggles to speak, but his throat feels like it’s closing up. Liam tries to get him to stop talking, to calm down.

“Must . . . find her . . . help her.”

Liam has a difficult time meeting his gaze, but he finally manages to tell him the truth. “Killian, it stormed that night. The tide was strong. The shoes Emma was wearing washed up on the beach, so . . .”

And just like that, a piece of Killian dies. At least, it must, considering what comes as the months slip by . . .

The doctors can’t explain any of it. There seems to be no purpose for the fevers that rage, the pain that afflicts different parts of Killian’s body: sometimes his throat so he can not speak, sometimes his legs so he can not walk, sometimes his head so he can not tolerate the light. Things get worse as the days turn to weeks, the weeks into months. At times he struggles to breath, at others he doubles over in pain. He has no appetite, but he tries to eat whenever he sees the fear in Liam’s eyes. The food only comes right back up again, though. He’s slowly wasting away, and nothing can explain why. Every test comes back negative. There’s no cancer, no autoimmune disease, no tumors, no explanation whatsoever. Killian jokes that he’s a gift to medical science. Neither Liam nor Elsa laugh.

He never thought of himself as important in the town of Storybrooke, or even well-liked. Yet, all of a sudden, he seems to be the town's beloved son. The church’s pray for him every Sunday, fundraisers are thrown to cover his medical costs, a wheelchair and a ramp are donated by the nuns in town, and they have enough casseroles in the freezer to feed them for an entire year.

He has visitors often, even from “the dwarves.” When Liam and Elsa push him along Main Street in his wheelchair, everyone stops to talk.

One afternoon, Killian shouts for Liam to stop.

“What is it, little brother?”

Killian peers at the boardwalk along the shore, his eyes narrowed. A flash of bright red hair is the last thing he sees. Killian sags in his chair.

“Nothing. I just thought I saw someone I knew.”

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Miles away, a strange procession walks towards the shore. Three beautiful young women carry the emaciated body of a fourth young woman. Though the fourth one is unable to keep her eyes open and sags in their arms, she is easy to carry.

The women walk right into the sea, floating the sick woman’s body upon the water. Her blonde hair fans out around her. It was once sparkling gold, now it is a sallow, dirty yellow. Her once pink, fair skin is now a ghastly gray. Her full cheeks are now sunken and dark circles line her eyes.

The eldest of the women, a woman with auburn hair named Belle, takes charge. She has served Mother Ocean for fifty years now. Not as long as Emma, but half her sentence. Mother wouldn’t appreciate the word “sentence,” however. She would call the last fifty years her “gift” to Belle.

“Mother! We need your help, Mother!” Belle calls.

The ocean ripples around them, shimmering as it curls around to caress them. Though no words can be heard with human ears, the four sirens can understand Mother Ocean as she speaks.

Well, at least three of them can now. The blonde may be past the ability to hear anyone, even the ocean.

What is wrong with my daughter? Why is she sick? Sirens can’t get sick!

“Obviously they can,” mutters Ruby, her dark hair cascading about her, still full and dry though it is halfway in the water. Ruby has served Mother Ocean for thirty years and can still be a bit rebellious.

“Careful, Ruby,” Belle warns.

“Emma is dying!” Ruby snaps. “I don’t give a damn about protocol.”

The Ocean calls herself their Mother. Calls the sirens her daughters. Says she loves them. But she can also be a cruel and capricious master.

My Emma can not die while in my care!

Mother Ocean rages, ripping Emma’s body from the hands of her sister sirens and plunging her beneath the waters.

“No!” the other three shout.

Mother Ocean releases the blonde siren in mere moments, however. Emma pops up out of the water, choking and gasping for breath. She sags, struggles, then goes back under. The other three grab her and hold her aloft upon the water once again.

“See!” The siren with bright red hair weeps. Her name is Ariel and she has only just begun her sentence as a siren two years ago. She still has 98 years of service ahead of her.

I don’t understand. The Ocean’s voice echoes in their heads. Why can’t she breathe underwater anymore? Why can’t she swim?

“We were hoping you could tell us that,” Ruby replies.

Suddenly, the waves grab the brunette. Tendrils of watery tentacles wrap around her neck, and Ruby begins to gasp for breath, her fingers clawing at the watery strands about her neck.

Perhaps I have tolerated your insolence for too long, daughter!

“Please, Mother,” a sickly voice rasps, “spare her. She is only worried about me, her sister.”

Mother Ocean drops Ruby with a splash and envelopes Emma in a watery cradle.

My dearest Emma, what is wrong?

Though she is gasping for breath, Ruby still speaks the truth. “Perhaps it’s the fifty years you added to her sentence. She only had twenty more to serve!”

She vowed she would do anything if I only saved that boy. She defied me by going to him at all! She knew the rules! I had mercy upon her. And him.

It was the way of the sirens. No wives, no mothers, no lovers. Mother Ocean would not rescue a woman from drowning if she was any of those things. And when a woman made the deal - salvation from drowning in exchange for one hundred years of service as a siren - she also agreed to never fall in love.

“Honestly?” Belle says quietly. “She was never the same after the cruise ship.”

She has always been tenderhearted. Sighs Mother Ocean, as if it is a character flaw. Yet she defied me too that day!

Belle, Ruby, and Ariel exchange hesitant glances. It’s true. Mother Ocean has to be fed, and it’s up to her sirens to fulfill her appetite by luring people to their deaths with their song. It isn’t a pleasant task for any siren, but it has always been especially difficult for Emma. Maybe because her family died the day she was rescued. Or maybe because there had always been something special about Emma. A sense of compassion and justice. That fateful day when Mother Ocean had called them to the cruise ship, Emma had stopped singing when she saw the bride in the water, frantically searching the waves for her groom. Emma had been tempted to save that bride, and Mother Ocean was not happy.

Then Emma had disappeared. They all knew she was heartbroken. They didn’t know she had swam towards Killian - the boy she’d fled from in Miami.

“She tried to forget him, you know,” Ariel tries to explain. “She said she didn’t even mean to go to him. She didn’t even know where he was. She said she felt a tug in her middle, and she swam where it was tugging her.”

Mother Ocean trembles. What did you say?

Ariel, new at this and still terrified of crossing Mother Ocean, gives her sisters a terrified look.

“A tugging,” Belle takes over. “She felt a tug telling her where to swim, so to speak.”

And after I saved the boy?

“She was depressed at first,” Belle explains sadly, “and then there was the day you called us to that yacht. She did her job, same as always, but halfway home, she was struggling to breathe and swim.”

I remember that. I carried her home.

“And it’s only worsened since then,” Ariel continues. “She felt like she had a cold, which should be impossible.”

Sirens are immortal during their hundred years of service. They can’t get sick or hurt. They don’t even get tired or need sleep. Then, after their service is fulfilled, the immortality is lifted, and they are a human again at the same age they were when called: 17, 18, or 19. Each girl gets to choose where to live out her new human life. Her sisters help her plan, get settled, and then . . . Her memory of a siren is erased.

One hundred years, then a clean slate. It seems an easy choice. At first. When all you're thinking of is death by drowning.

“I’m telling you,” Ruby says, voice still raspy from Mother Ocean’s threat, “you broke her heart with your punishment. She’s tenderhearted about our job, yes, but she’s always loved you, Mother.”

She is a good daughter. Mother Earth caresses Emma again, rocking her in a sweet embrace. And I love her. Which is why I don’t understand. If she loves me, why should fifty more years with me matter? I confess, I was relieved to have her longer. I don’t want to give her up.

“That isn’t love!” Ruby shouts. In a perverse way, maybe she wants Mother to destroy her.

What do you mean?

Tears stream down Ruby’s face. “Love wants what is best for the other person. Love doesn’t demand affection. Love doesn’t threaten. We fear you, Mother!”

“Ruby,” Belle whispers with concern.

As you should!! Thunders mother ocean. What power on earth compares to mine?

“None,” the girls answer.

“Please, Mother,” Ariel begs, “heal Emma.”

I - I don’t know how. This . . . shouldn’t be possible. The boy - No, it couldn’t be. It’s never happened.

The three sirens exchange glances, then they nod in agreement.

“He’s sick, too,” Belle tells the Ocean.

What?

“We tracked him down,” Ruby explains. “We thought maybe if Emma knew he was okay, she would get better.”

Ariel picks up the story. “But when we found him, he was dying. With the same symptoms Emma has.”

“Is it because Emma kissed him?” Belle asks.

If that were the case, Ruby would have died a long time ago.

Ruby shrugs with a self-deprecating smile as the Ocean ripples with her version of laughter.

I suspected when you mentioned the tugging Emma felt. It’s incredibly rare, but Emma has found her true love. They are now connected.

“Then why are they dying?” Ariel asks.

Because I have separated them. The only way either one will survive is if I let Emma go.

“Then do it!” the three girls shout.

I won’t let her go! She is mine!!!!

“Exactly like I said,” Ruby says sadly, softly, “you don’t know how to love.”

It is eerily silent for several long, tense, moments. Then the tide sucks at Emma’s body, ripping her from the arms of her sisters. The girls cry out, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Give her to me. It is the only way.

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 7 / THE FIRST TIME

!! THIS STORY IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

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Boba Fett x f!reader 7.1k words It was over, Boba won. Celebrations run through the Palace, but he has a very special one for you Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: alcohol, biting, oral (M and F receiving), hair tugging/pulling, finger fucking, piv sex, degradation, face slapping, praising, creampie, reader is on some birth control Mando'a translations: cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart mesh'la - beautiful linibar gar - need you nadala - hot ad'ika - little one

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Hours passed, you think, you weren't really sure. It felt so long since you watched Boba returned with the rancor, you felt like one of those wives waiting for their husbands to return from war.

The holomovies were still playing but you payed them no thought, allowing them to play as background noise. Maker you hoped they would be back soon, you just wanted an update. Sure you could go grab the com link but what if you heard something you didn't want to? What if everything did go south?

Suddenly your thoughts are cut short as you hear the huge door open again, the voices of the Mods muffled. You let out a sigh of relief as you head up the stairs.

As you reach the top of the stairs you watched Skad helping Krrsantan in, was he injured? He was holding his side and limping, one arm slung around Skad which seemed to have dried blood covering his arm fur. You rushed forward offering a hand but Skad said ''it's alright mate, go join the celebrations. I've got him.'' So you take a step back and watch them walk through the Palace.

You turn back and see the Mandalorian, he was carrying a small green... frog? You weren't sure what the species was, it was cute either way. It seemed like a baby, watching him cradling its sleeping body. Did he save it from the war? You wished to ask but you imagined it was best not to, just letting him pass you, however when he did you noticed his body language was different. Considering he had just been in some sort of fight he seemed more relaxed, like whatever was bothering him earlier had gone.

Again you want to ask, but Fennec catches your eyes and give her a warm smile. She slowly heads in and says ''don't mind him, he's just been reunited with his son so he's a bit all over the place.'' His son? Was the Mandalorian not human? You just had more questions, but they didn't seem worth it right now.

You look around and suddenly your face drops as you ask ''where's Boba?''

Fennec just smirks as she replies ''don't worry, he's just behind us. The rancor was tired so it's a bit slow'' she turns around and points saying ''see he's coming now.''

And coming up the hill was Boba mounted on the back of it. Watching him hold the chains in one hand and the blaster resting in his other. You let out a shaky breath as you press your legs together, maker this view was hot. Even from here you could feel his dominance. The rancor was moving slowly, it seemed a bit injured, you hoped it was okay.

Your legs start to carry out out the Palace doors, getting closer to them. Time felt like it was slowing down, the stress and anxiety flying off your body at the sight of him. A soft relaxing smile crawls onto your face to Boba, his helmet nods back at you.

To your left the rancor trainer appears and rushes towards it when they come to a stop, helping Boba off the beast. ''The armour deflected most of the damage, but he does have a couple of injuries'' you hear Boba inform him. Your hearts saddens for it, praying it wasn't in too much pain and that the trainer could help.

They exchange a few more words before Boba's full attention is pulled to you, he was almost charging towards you. As he closes in you rush into him and pull his body against yours. His body was stiff against yours like the action surprised him, like he didn't know what to do from your reaction. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your head buried in his chest as you mumbled ''thank the maker you're okay.''

The sound of his blaster hitting the sand is quiet before he places one arm around your waist and places the other hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair. ''Oh cyar'ika, I told you I can look after myself'' he reassured you.

You move back and stare into his visor, letting go of him to lift your hands to his helmet, awaiting to see if he would stop you. When he doesn't you quickly pull it off, his eyes softening when you smile back at him. Even though he was stood right in front of you and you knew he was okay, you just needed to know he was real. Needed to know he was okay and back here, safe.

Quickly you turn around to check there was no one around, everyone seeming to have headed back inside, so you lean in and place a kiss on his cheek. Boba smirks and says ''I fight a battle and all I get is a little kiss on the cheek?'' As you go to reply the arm on your back pulls you closer and smashes your lips together. Your eyes close as you feel the hand on the back of your head hold your cheek, Boba deepening the kiss.

He was kissing you like you never thought he would be able to again, enjoying your simple moment. You both being alive and safe.

You move your hand to his shoulder but then you hear him grunt, causing you to pull back and inspect his body, then there you see it. The blaster bolt just under his right shoulder, the black fabric singed.

''Shit, Boba what happened? Are you okay?'' You panickily asked. Why didn't he go straight inside to get himself fixed? ''Come on, let's get some bacta on this.''

''I'm okay little one, no need to worry.''

You remove his arms from you, lean down to grab his blaster and nod towards the doors, ''no, we need to get you sorted.'' You weren't really want to boss others around, especially your own boss but he needed attention, he had been shot for kiffs sake. He just huffs but also slightly smiles at you, taking his helmet back from your hand.

Once you're back inside you head to the med centre where a few other people are currently, everyone just helping each other. You stand back as Boba gets attention, standing in the doorway still holding his blaster. As you watch all you can do is feel relieved that he was alive, sure a bit injured but still well and standing.

All the worrying from today leaving you, knowing it was over. For now at least.

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Standing in front of your mirror fixing your hair as you take a big breath in, calming yourself. Boba was holding a little celebration at the Palace with everyone to celebrate their win against the Pyke's. Everyone had got all the medical attention they needed and cleaned themselves up, so it felt fitting for them to relax and have a few drinks.

He insisted you came along even though you didn't do anything to help today, but you couldn't really say no to him, he was celebrating his big win. Plus it meant you could look nice for him.

You fixed the kind of short teal dress you had on and headed towards the throne room. As you got closer you could hear some music playing, it sounded almost like the music Max and his band played so you sped up. To your surprise when you entered the room there he was, not all the same band was there, you sadly imagine they didn't make it out of the attack, but seeing him made you smile brightly.

There were a few familiar faces of people who worked in the Sanctuary or even just regular customers. You assume Boba just decided to hold an entire party here to celebrate the win.

As you headed towards the bar you ordered the pink fruity drink Fennec got Boba to make for you last night, taking another glance around the room to see Boba and Fennec at their usual place on the throne. However Boba's helmet was laying on the armrest, showing his face to everyone. You just stare at him, observing how beautiful he looked as he sat with so much power.

Then his eyes meet yours, he smirks at you as you watch his eyes move to you revealed chest, your body flushing as you turn back to the bar. This moment giving you flashbacks to the night of the party the night you met a few weeks ago, the night where he stared at you though the helmet and made you melt.

You thank the bar tender, grab your drink and head to the booth with the Mods. ''There you are'' Drash smiled as you sat yourself in the booth, giving her a confused look at her statement, ''was wondering where you went. I hadn't seen you since we all returned.''

''Oh I was giving Lord Fett a hand to the med centre since he was being dramatic about not needing any bacta'' you awkwardly laughed.

''That does not surprise me, even after his one on one he just returned tired with that blaster shot. Leaving us to stop his rancor'' Skad said, causing you once again to give him a confused look. What exactly happened today? A one on one? You assume it was with another Pyke, maybe the main syndicate?

Before you get the chance to ask Fennec asks for the rooms attention and everyone quietens down, the band stopping their music and everyone staring at the throne. Watching as Boba stood, clearing his throat before saying ''evening everyone, thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate our victory. As you all know we had been preparing for this fight for weeks, and even though it regretfully sneaked passed our radar and we unfortunately couldn't prevent the tragedy that occurred last night at the Sanctuary, I am pleased to at least say we won today. Myself and Shand could not have won this fight without the help of Freetown saving us whilst we were pinned down'' he raises his glass towards a group surrounding a Weequay man.

The group all give him a nod, some cheering. ''And of course my dear friend, Din Djarin'' he adds, all eyes moving to the Mandalorian. So that was his name then, but why was he being so secretive about it earlier? In his arms was the same green creature, except now it was awake. It was kind of cute, it had long ears and these huge eyes, now it looked less frog like.

''Not forgetting the Mods and Santo who didn't back away when times became tough today'' the Mods applauding themselves and Krrsantan letting out a loud roar across the room with his arm in a sling.

Once everyone calmed down Boba added ''but we cannot forget those who we lost today, all our good friends who helped aid us and save Mos Espa to rid this planet of the Pyke's.'' That is when you realise that Gamorrean guards were nowhere to be seen, your heart drops as you assume they didn't make it out the fight.

Everyone lets out a noise in memory of those who lost today, before Boba finishes ''but alas, today was a win and we shall honour them by keeping the streets clean and protected! Cheers'' and everyone repeats it and drinks their drink.

As he lowers himself back onto his throne everyone cheers and claps between themselves. Yours and his eyes meeting again, he winks at you before he drinks from his glass, you smile back and do the same.

The rest of the night you mainly stay with the Mods, wanting to be with people of your own age and who are familiar as you didn't know everyone. You asked Drash if she knew much about the Mandalorian and his son but she didn't know anything, other than midway through the fight he just returned with it.

Boba offered some of the old guest rooms to those who were too drunk to make it back to town, however he kept them away from your quarters, keeping them all closer to the throne room.

After a couple of hours once people started to leave you decided to wander the room, getting an idea on some of the allies here. You slowly make your way towards the Mandalorian, he was just watching the baby playing with this small silver ball. As you got closer his helmet raised as he stared directly at you. ''H-hi, we met earlier... I told you where Fett was'' you say.

''I remember'' he simply states, you assume he wasn't going to carry on until he adds ''sorry about that, for being so short earlier. Everything's a bit... different now.''

You assume the change of attitude has something to do with this child so you just point at it and say ''so he's your son?''

He nods and replies ''my foundling, yes.'' You have no clue on the difference of words, was the baby not his then, like biologically? You wanted to press and know more, but he didn't really seem the type. ''And you, you're not just a cleaner'' he blurts out. You almost choke on thin air as he carries on ''you and Fett have been staring at each other all night, I'm surprised no one else has caught on yet.''

''That obvious?''

He shrugs as he replies ''being in a room full of drunk people seems to cover it up for you both.''

All you do is nod, your eyes falling back to the baby falling asleep in his arms. He apologises and notes he should head to his quarters to allow the baby to fully rest, so you wish him goodnight before he departs. You then look around the room and notice that there were only a couple of people left in here now.

So you head over to one of the now empty booths, the table being full of empty glasses and bottles. The band was packing up now and getting ready to leave, majority of the Mods had gone to bed. You could see Fennec trying to fight off a yawn, clearly wanting everyone to leave so she could also head to bed.

Boba must have clicked on as he politely dismissed everyone. You finish the last of your drink, which was only your third and you only felt a little tipsy, and stood up to leave. But Boba called your name causing you to stop, he headed down the steps from the throne and headed towards you in the now empty room.

''Leaving so quickly?'' He smirked.

''Why? You didn't want me to go too?'' You smirked back as he got closer.

His gloved hand grabbed yours as he pulled your body to his, placing a sweet kiss against your lips before he mumbled, ''I'm not ready for the celebrations to be over, don't you agree?'' You give him a confused look as he adds ''let's finish this party off in your quarters.'' Part of you was hoping this was going where you wanted it to, giving you what you so desperately wanted.

So you don't hesitate to grip his hand and pull him towards your room, your body already heating him out of anticipation.

Once you reached your room and unlocked the door your body was pushed into the quarters, him closing the door with his foot. Cupping your face with one hand and his other cupping your ass, ''maker, how do you always look so mesh'la?'' You blush at the compliment before he pulled your face into a kiss.

His mouth attacking yours, his tongue already asking for permission to enter and explore your mouth. The taste of some sweet berried wine entering your mouth coming off his tongue, the taste mixing with his spit. As he deepens the kiss he grips harder onto your ass and pulls your body closer that you can feel his bulge slightly against your pelvis. You let out a muffled moan between your kisses, feeling yourself getting ready for whatever he had planned for you.

Then his mouth leaves yours to carry kissing down your neck, your head rolling back a bit as he bites hard into your neck as you whimper quietly. You know for a fact he's probably leaving small bite marks on your neck, everyone will know you've been claimed by him in someway, causing your legs to press together in excitement.

The hand from your face moves down and cups your breast, ''linibar gar'' he mumbles into your neck. He starts to move your bodies towards the bed, allowing him to just guide you. Once you reach your bed he gently pulls away, both his hands moving to your shoulders as his eyes soften meetings yours. ''I need to know that you want this, that it's okay to carry on?''

You feel your cheeks heat up, this was finally going to happen wasn't it? ''Yes Boba... I really, really want this'' you softly say, placing a hand on his cheek, ''I want you.''

His famous smirk returns as he replies ''good, but just to warn you I don't plan to be gentle with you princess, is that what you want?''

Yes, you wanted him to do whatever he planned with you, wanted him to ruin you for everyone else, wanted him to make you his in anyway he wished. ''Please, I want you to be rough with me'' the alcohol allowing you to feel somewhat confident in what your really want.

Boba then moves back, grabs the bottom of your dress and says ''arms up.'' So you obey and next thing your dress is pulled off your body, him throwing it across the room and leaving you in just your underwear for him. He then snakes his arm around your body and unhooks your bra, your breasts bouncing free. ''Fuck'' he utters as his hands grope them, his thumb and index finger playing with one nibble whilst his mouth attaches to the other.

A soft moan leaves your lips as his tongue danced around your nipple before his teeth slightly tug on it. Your hands land on his shoulders to keep yourself from melting right there and then.

You then start to feel him lower himself, watching him kneel down before you. He meets your gaze and raises his eyebrow, like he was asking for permission to continue so you nod as you blush. Then his thumb hooks onto your underwear, slowly revealing your soaked pussy to him. Boba's hand then pushes on your stomach causing you to fall onto your back on the bed, dragging your underwear completely off.

He spreads your legs open and traces his hand along your inner thigh. ''Already so wet for me'' Boba smirks, placing a few soft kisses on your thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to your wet folds. You try to push your body closer but he just tusks, ''don't be so impatient now, little one.''

''But Boba... please'' you whimper, desperate for his mouth.

Placing a closer kiss as he smiles against your thigh, ''help me get undressed first, then I'll consider it.''

Undressed? You were finally about to see him, see how he really looks? Your body heats up in excitement, you had been wondering for weeks about how he must look under his armour, how beautiful he must be. And you were finally getting to see it? You close legs to hide the new wetness appearing from your own thoughts.

Maybe you had had too much to drink, because how could this be real? You were really about to see Boba, how he actually is.

Taking a deep breath in you then use your elbows and push yourself up, watching as he stands in front of you. First he removes his gloves and then his gauntlets, you lean down to unbuckle the part of his belt that attached to his thigh. Then helping him take off the rest of the belt, seeing him just placing his armour in a pile in the corner.

You slide off the bed and kneel in front of him, helping him untie his boots and drag them off his feet. Next he removes his vest which his armour chest and back pieces were on as you take off his yellow knee pads, leaving him in just his black flight suit. Able to now see the outline of his actual body, seeing his bulge growing under it.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you reach upwards to unbutton his pants, feeling him staring down smiling at you as you continue to pull them off. His thighs were thick and hard, clearly very muscly. There were scars scattered along his legs, silver and faded making them decades old. They seemed to all be from different things, a few clearly blaster bolts or basic stab wounds, the longer scars made you wonder if they came from the Sarlacc.

Once his pants are at his ankles he steps out of them, leaving him just in the shirt of his flight suit. You watch as he starts to undo the shirt, your eyes wandering his chest in awe.

Watching as his tanned chest come into view, scars trailing along his chest, seeing them web further onto his back as he removed the shirt. On his right shoulder you could see a pad over where he was shot earlier, the one you helped take him to the med centre about. You questioned if you should allow him to do this whilst his arm was still bad, but he seemed like the type of man to know his own limits.

Your eyes wander down his body, him standing in only a black pair of underwear. From here you could tell the main scarring came from his back near his shoulder, wondering how far they must go.

His stomach stuck out a little, but you could see his stomach was also toned under it. There was no hair on his chest or stomach, you assume it's due to damage on his skin causing the lack of it. Then your eyes wander to his arms next, so strong and overpowering. It didn't surprise you, you knew some of his physical strength but now you visually can see it.

Boba Fett was a man who's body had been through a lot, his body aging away with him, scars littering his body, but yet still in a clear physical health. He was not a man to underestimate and downplay, he will always be that dangerous bounty hunter.

But for now you just sit back and admire him.

''Like what you see little one?'' Boba smirks at you.

Turning your head up to meet his eyes as you smile, ''I do, you're... you're so beautiful.''

''Good'' he replies as he strokes the top of your head before he demands ''now worship this cock.'' You instantly start to work on his command, leaning forwards as your soft hands tug on the band of his underwear, freeing his hard cock for you.

Pulling his underwear down for him to step out of before you place gentle, teasing licks on the tip as you tasted the precum that was already leaking out of him. Placing your hand on his length to hold him as you played with the tip, causing him to quietly hum in approval. You look up at him to see him glaring down at you, lust slowly taking over his brown eyes.

''Come on, I know you can do better then that.''

So you then stop licking and place your lips around the tip, slowly pushing him deeper and deeper into your mouth. His dick eventually reaching the back of your mouth, holding him in your mouth for a little. Once again the little black hairs at the base tickling your lips, as you can see now they seemed to be the only hairs on his body. You then feel his hand reach into your hair and pull your head back slightly, before shoving his cock right back in.

He was corrupting your senses, all you could do in this moment was allow him to use your mouth however he wished, and you wanted nothing more than for him to do so.

You had missed the feeling and taste of his cock. The almost satisfying motion of him pushing through your lips that made them almost tingle in enjoyment, mixed with the musky, sweaty taste that covered his length. It was already starting to feel so familiar now, like your mouth was made for his cock to go in.

There was a moment where he was just testing how far he could push his cock down your throat, but then a small choke escapes your tightened throat causing Boba to grunt above you. ''That's right, choke on this cock. I want you to make a mess all over it'' he mumbles as drool leaves your mouth, dripping down your chin onto your bare chest.

In a sudden motion he starts thrusting into your throat, keeping your head in place with his grip on your hair tightening. Tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes, you were already struggling, your jaw locking and your mouth stretching wider and wider with each thrust. However you felt no need to tap his thigh for him to stop.

From above you hear slight groans and grunts coming from him making your bare pussy drip onto the cold Palace floor, it clenching around the air, awaiting some sort of touch.

You reach one hand up and cup his balls, massaging them between your fingers whilst he slowed down his thrusts. ''Maker I won't last long like this, too good'' he mumbles. Then his grip loosens before he slowly pulls his cock out your mouth, a small whimper leaves you as you already miss the feeling.

Looking up at him with a confused look, you were really enjoying yourself, you didn't want to stop yet.

''Don't worry, you'll get to enjoy my cock in another way. But for now let me repay the favour of you helping me undress'' Boba says, grabbing under your arms to lay you back onto your bed, he was already kneeling on the floor in front of you by the time you realised what was happening. He hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, interchanging between kisses and bites on your thighs, closing in on your soaking cunt.

You resist the urge to push his head forward with your leg, allowing him to take his time, either way you were still aroused and enjoying it.

As he closes in you feel two fingers slide between your wet folds, your body almost jumping from the sudden touch, his fingers gently massaging your clit. A small moan already escapes your lips whilst he just played with you, making you putty in his hands.

His kisses finally reach your heat, placing a soft kiss on your pussy before his tongue starts to explore. Your fingers grip into the sheets under you as his tongue dances around your hole, making you even more wet then you already were. Using his two fingers he rubs on your clit as his tongue fucks you at the same time.

''Fuck'' you whimper, you knew he was prepping you to be able to take his cock, your lewd thoughts making you want to beg for him. But you hold your words and let him take it how he wanted to.

At the end of the day he was in charge, no matter what, and you were very aware of it in any situation.

Then his fingers and tongue switch, his tongue laying small licks on your sensitive clit whilst his two fingers trace your hole. ''B-Boba, please'' you almost beg, you needed him to add some actual pressure.

Surprisingly he does as you wish, his mouth opens around your clit and sucks on it, his two fingers thrusting into your hole. You let out a struggled moan, not sure if any guests were in the rooms closer to yours, not wanting anyone to overhear. As much as you wanted everyone to know Boba claimed you and your body, you also didn't want others to overhear.

Eyes rolling back as his two fingers curl inside of you, his tongue doing quick little licks on your clit. Maker how were you already so close? If he kept doing this you'll be cumming around his fingers in minutes.

All you can think about is how he'll be fucking you soon, that all this foreplay was to make it easier for you. Your pussy clenches around his fingers for a second as the thought excites you even more, thinking about how he will ruin you, claim you as his officially.

He then uses his other hand to snake up your body to pinch your nipple, before you can stop it a loud moan sneaks out. You can feel him smirk against your clit, your body flushes over his small reaction.

''I'm... close'' you say, your breath short and quick. You were trying to hold back as many moans as possible, but your tipsy brain wanted to let go.

The licks stop as he mumbles against your core, ''tell me when you're gonna cum.'' Then he carries on, but his mouth was now working quicker. He was pulling your orgasm closer with each lick, your palms becoming sweaty that your silk sheets were sliding out your hands.

Then he does it, ''g-gonna... cum'' is all you can mutter out before you see fireworks. Hips rising as your pussy tightens over his fingers, your release soaking his face. You feel him let go of your nipple to lower your hips as his mouth leaves your clit, however his two fingers keep pumping into you.

You were trying your best to suppress your moans, but it was becoming impossible. You use the heel of your foot to tap his shoulder hoping he would get the hint. ''Oh, is my princess struggling?'' Boba's eyes meeting yours when you finally reopened them. You nod in response, scared to make too much noise.

So he pulls his fingers out, watching him raise them to his mouth and lick them clean. ''You taste so good you know'' he smirks at you. You feel your cheeks heat up, then he suddenly arose and leaned over your sweaty naked body, one hand next to your head and the other placed on your cheek.

He lowers his mouth to yours, instantly able to taste yourself on his lips and as his tongue entered your mouth temporarily. When he pulls back he raises himself back up, gripping your ankles and guiding you closer to him.

Watching as your pussy got closer and closer to his hard, thick cock. Boba lines himself up to your sensitive hole, ''safeword?''

''Meiloorun'' you reply, swallowing the lump in your throat. You couldn't lie, you were a little nervous, and a bit scared. He was defiantly about to stretch you, about to ruin your pussy forever. You already knew you were most likely gonna feel it tomorrow, but his gentle reminder of the safeword did calm you a bit.

''Good girl'' he praises before placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip, bracing you.

Boba slowly pushes the tip through your folds, you let out a quiet moan. It did hurt, he was too big for you, but maker he already felt so good! He let out a low moan as he guided himself through your wet hole, going deeper and deeper into your pussy. His whole length just about fit, he just held you both there for a moment.

You could feel his cock already throbbing as your tight pussy almost suffocated him. His hand on your shoulder started to dig into you, like he was holding back as much as he could to allow you to get used to him. He slowly pulled out a little before softly thrusting back in, your mouth falling open as a whimper left.

Your eyes met his as he asked ''how's it feel, pretty girl?''

A flush ran down you as you felt your pussy somehow widen more for him from his question, ''good'' you reply. Your voice sounded so weak already, mainly due to holding any noise back.

''Think you're ready for me to go hard?'' All you do is nod, but he tusks at you, ''no, need to hear you say it.''

''Please g-go harder, sir'' you reply, watching his gaze go darker. The hand from your shoulder moves onto your other hip, holding you as he once again slowly pulls back, almost the whole way out.

But he thrusts back in quickly, then pulling almost out again, and repeating the motion. He wasn't exactly going quick, just going very deep. So deep that you almost lost your breath. His fingers digging into your hips as his cock slid through your pussy, opening you further with each thrust, your head rolling back as small moans and heavy breathes left your mouth.

Maker it was everything you hoped it would feel like, you had been dreaming of this for weeks and here he is, Boba Fett, stretching you open as he fucks you on his cock.

Then his thrusts start to speed up, your eyes start to roll back again before they fly back open as his hand makes contact with your cheek. The smack burned and his cock slowed down, before you managed to ask him why he grabbed your face and said ''keep your fucking eyes on me.''

''Y-yes, sir'' you moan through your squished face.

You watch as his gaze drops to where your bodies are connected, doing the same as him. Fuck, you feel yourself clench around him, what a view. Something you never thought would actually happen. How could you be so turned on from the view of him fucking you? Watching as his thick length pulled back before pushing deep back into you.

''You look so good like this, so good getting fucked on this cock'' Boba groans as your eyes meet again. Body burning red as his grip on your hips tighten, bruises most likely appearing tomorrow. ''Kriffing nadala'' he mumbles as his speed picks up again. Forcing yourself to keep looking at him as your lids tried to shut, the pit at the bottom of your stomach warming up, shit you were this close again already? Before you can even attempt to mumble anything to him Boba teases, ''you getting close already? You really are a needy little slut.''

''S-sir...'' is all you can manage to say before his thumbs starts to run over your clit, you body almost jolting away but unable to runaway anywhere as the grip on your hip was still there.

''I want you to moan who's making you cum, I don't care how loud you are'' Boba orders as his thrusts keep going deeper, ''cum for me, baby.'' That was all it took, unable to keep your eyes open as they fluttered shut with pleasure. It almost hurt to clench around his cock, the situation being so new to you.

You ended up moaning Boba's name louder then you wished to, in your defence he didn't give you much choice, but he seemed to enjoy it as a smirk sat on his lips.

But he still didn't give you much time to calm. He pulled out completely, grabbed both your hips and turned your body over. You were now laying on your stomach, using your hands to raise yourself up and stand next to the edge of the bed, but he kept you bent over it. ''Stay there'' he commanded as you felt himself line up again. Your ass pressing against his lower stomach as he slowly thrusted in.

Oh, this was a whole new type of pleasure, this angle made your already sensitive pussy more sensitive. Boba was holding your hips again as his thrusts increased in speed, your head dropping as you saw your own tits dangling off your body and beyond that seeing his strong legs standing between yours.

If he were to keep fucking you from this angle you know you won't last long, he felt so kriffing good. Suddenly you let out a loud moan accidently as his balls knocked your sensitive clit, the speed he was thrusting into you causing them to do so. Yeah this angle defiantly makes you weak, every thrust was almost lethal. The warmth appeared at the bottom of your stomach appeared once again.

''You enjoying my cock, little one? You gonna cum again?'' His voice sounded so far away now due to being unable to see his face, ''come on, cum one more time for me. Then you can get my cum. Be a good girl for me.''

A spark ignited within you, your arms almost collapsed under you as your third orgasm of the night hit you. The moans being louder then before, unable to swallow them, it just coming over you quickly. Boba continued to thrust through your orgasm, regardless of your pussy being so tight now.

Then your arms do collapse under you, your ass now up in the air as your chest fell into your mattress, your fingers still gripping into the sheets as your tried so desperately to keep your moans under control. But with the speed Boba was going it was almost impossible, the feeling of his balls knocking your clit certainly didn't help.

''Where do you want me to cum, little one?''

You knew exactly where, you wanted to feel it, wanted to know how it would feel to be filled up by the Daimyo. ''Inside'' you whimper, your body almost ready to give out, ''I'm safe'' you added. You had been safe for years now, not that you were someone who had had sex in a while, but it was better safe then sorry just in case.

''Good, gonna fill you up with my cum then'' Boba mumbled. His thrusts becoming sloppy, you felt his cock twitch inside you when you suggested where to cum, clearly getting really close.

A few more thrusts and his nails dug into your hips as you felt his release coat your walls, feeling him empty inside you. He lets out a deep moan as he buries his cock deep inside you.

He stays there for a few moments, getting his breathing back to normal, before he pulls out and you feel his cum leak out your hole, leaking down your pussy causing you to twitch. ''So beautiful'' he whispers, ''my beautiful girl.''

Was he trying to kill you? Your body was on fire, the now cold sweat on your back making you shiver.

Boba then lets go of your hips as you turn your head to watch him enter the fresher, hearing him starting to run the bath. He returns and helps turn you round so he can scoop you into his arms, you let out a deep breath as you already feel tired in his arms. Once he reaches the fresher he places you in the bath first, then you watch as he places himself behind you.

You feel yourself blush, which was so silly, the pair of you had just seen each other naked and he had came inside you, but a bath together felt so intimate.

Watching as Boba's arm grabs the cloth before pulling you back onto his chest, your eyes flutter up at him as you watch him concentrate whilst he cleaned up your face and chest from the drool. He was so beautiful, a wrinkle between his eyebrows appearing as he focused, his eyes so soft now.

As he went to remove his hand from your face you made him drop the cloth and grabbed his hand softly, placing a gentle kiss against it. ''You okay, cyar'ika?'' Boba asks, his voice so soft in comparison to moments earlier.

You just nod as you mutter ''t-thank you.'' You weren't really used to this, the whole cleaning up and being cared for part, it was nice. For a man who is so dangerous you had never felt safer.

''For what?''

But you just shrug, you weren't going to admit you felt safe with him, that felt too real. You had fucked, that was it, no need to get into any sappy thoughts or feelings. ''For cleaning me'' you reply softly, which wasn't a complete lie. If he hadn't carried you in here you most likely would've just curled up and fell asleep were you where.

His chest shook against your back as he made a low chuckle, ''come on, let's get you to bed, ad'ika.''

With that your body is pushed forward so Boba could climb out, watching as he wrapped a towel around his waist, then getting a new one out for you. He slung it over his shoulder as he reached his arm out for you, you leaned up and wrapped your hand around his forearm and he helped you out the bath. Then wrapping your towel from around your chest, you holding it still to keep yourself warm from the cool Palace night air.

Boba headed back into your bedroom first, pulling the covers back for you and grabbing your night dress that was laying on your floor still from this morning. Maker it had been a long day, how he was still okay you didn't know. You dropped the towel as he placed the dress over your head, letting it fall over your body.

You crawled into bed and stared at him, ''are- are you, you know....'' you mumble. You felt silly almost asking, but you wanted to know if he would stay with you tonight.

''Staying?'' He asks. You nod as your cheeks heat up, you were acting like a kid with a silly little crush for maker's sake. ''No'' he replied and your heart dropped, you don't know why you expected him to stay just because you fucked, ''not yet.''

Yet? So that means there's a chance he will in the future?

So you just smile and bob your head, slouching into your covers. Boba then gathers all his armour together, putting some of it back on to make it easier to carry back. He then leans over your bed, and places a soft kiss on your forehead, ''sleep well princess.''

''Goodnight Boba'' you smile as he heads out your quarters, the door shutting leaving you in silence.

You let out a deep, heavy breath. Did that just happen?

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A Father's Duty (7/?)

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Summary: An encounter with a quantum fissure leaves Picard with more responsibility than he asked for, but he'll do what he always does—his duty.

Chapter 7

Inside the bag, Picard discovers a bundle of papers and a handful of isolinear chips. He puts the papers aside, sits at his desk, and slots one of the chips into his computer. It contains what appears to several months’ worth of the other Data’s personal logs; Picard skims through them before taking the chip out and setting it aside for another—as expected, the second chip contains more of the same, but as he’s skimming those logs he notices Louis in the background, so he rewinds and watches from the beginning.

As Data’s detailing their lukewarm reception aboard the USS Phoenix, Louis appears behind him. Holding a metal foil, the boy scrambles onto a chair. Once his footing is secure, he raises the foil, shouts, “En garde!” and vaults from one piece of furniture to the next.

His leap carries him out of view, but there’s a loud thwack, followed by an, “Oof!”

Data stops, turns in his chair, and regards Louis, still off-screen. He recorded his logs in English, but here he switches to French. “Are you alright?”

“Oui,” Louis replies.

“The furniture is for sitting or lying down. Please do not jump on it.” There’s a pause, and then Data asks, “From where did you obtain that foil?”

“I replicated it.”

“When?”

“Just now.”

"Please return it to the replicator. Objects such as those are for—”

“The holodeck only, I know,” Louis huffs. He reappears in the background. “Can we go climbing?”

“I must complete my log entry first. Have you finished your homework?”

“Yes.”

“Then you may read or draw until I am done.”

“And then we can go climbing?” Louis prompts.

“And then we can go climbing,” Data agrees. He begins turning back towards his computer, but halts halfway. “Louis.”

Louis was retreating but freezes, shoulders hunching guiltily, the foil clutched to his chest with both hands. “Yes?”

“I asked you to return the foil to the replicator.”

Louis huffs again but obeys, managing to convey total unwillingness in every line of his body as he moves towards the replicator in the corner. He mutters something too low for Picard to make out—too low for even the computer to pick up—but Data replies, “That statement is incorrect. I have allowed you to ‘have fun’ approximately 87 times this past year alone .”

Louis giggles, and Picard gets the distinct impression that he baited Data purposely for that exact reaction.

Hope flares briefly in Picard’s chest, and he smiles; to see Louis acting like a normal child fills him with optimism—if the boy was not broken by the events of Wolf 359 and the aftermath, then he’s resilient enough to survive shifting realities as well.

It’s going to take time, Deanna told him.

Picard can be patient, and he can be what Louis needs him to be in order to restore the boy he just witnessed in Data’s logs, a boy that giggles and jokes and jumps on the furniture.

And fences, Picard thinks with glee.

Louis isn’t visible for the remainder of the log, but a portion of it is dedicated to him: the results of the physical he received upon boarding the Phoenix (“I got taller!” Louis crows), an update on his schooling, and a detailing of several mundane occurrences that Picard nevertheless drinks in like a man dying of thirst.

As he reaches for a fourth isolinear chip, he notices that one of them is markedly different from the others. He picks that one up and inserts it into his computer. It contains only three videos, all of which appear to be rather short. Curious, he plays the first.

It’s a home video, and Picard recognizes the setting immediately: his own quarters. Kneeling on the floor beside the coffee table is Louis, clearly several years younger, playing what looks like a flat keyboard. He makes an error, shakes his head. A voice from off screen encourages him—a woman’s voice, soft and melodic.

Nella Daren.

Picard tenses in anticipation, but she doesn’t appear, only murmurs, “Keep going, LJ. You’ve almost got it. Try again.”

LJ?

Does Louis’s middle name begin with a J?

On the screen, Louis nods in response to his mother, starts over with a furrowed brow, and when he plays it correctly he turns, grinning proudly.

Picard expects Nella to react but it’s him—his other self.

“Well done, mon fils!”

Fast as lightning, Picard’s hand darts out and halts the video.

It’s disconcerting, knowing it’s him but not really him, and he’s not ready to see it. He shoves his computer across the desk, as if that small act can purge his anxiety, and reaches instead for the stack of papers, hoping whatever they contain will distract him.

They’re drawings, and with pure delight he realizes they’re Louis’s drawings.

Charmed would accurately describe his first impression of the boy’s artwork. There’s a skill present in his drawings that speaks of genuine talent, and it’s as if Picard is seeing the world through Louis’s eyes.

Shuffling through them, Picard feels a swoop of recognition—of empathy. Drawing is a solitary activity. Louis must not have had many friends his age thus far, and Picard can relate to that.

He’s examining an illustration of a starbase when his door chimes.

Not wanting to raise his voice, Picard goes to the door. It’s Deanna. She’s smiling, and dread settles in his stomach, heavy as lead. Nevertheless, he returns her smile, strained though it may be.

“Are you here to check on me, or Louis?” he asks.

“Both,” she replies. “May I come in?”

Picard knows the only way out is through, and regardless of his desire to keep his own inner workings private, he does both need and want her help regarding Louis, so he moves aside so she can enter and gestures for her to sit on his sofa, explaining quietly that Louis is asleep.

“How is he doing?” she asks.

Her question requires the answer that Beverly’s did not, so Picard relays the events of the afternoon, from entering their quarters to returning from Ten Forward.

Deanna listens to the entire tale before presenting her opinion. “I believe your assessment is correct, Captain: it’s important for Louis to begin seeing the Enterprise as his home and the crew as his family. He needs to feel anchored here.”

The dread evaporates, and a tension he didn’t realize he was holding onto unwinds in his gut. He didn’t muck things up entirely, then.

“We can come up with a list of people it would be good for him to make connections with,” Deanna continues. “And we can also discuss how best to introduce him to people he may know from his own past, beginning with Data.”

Picard sighs. “Yes, I was thinking about that. He can hardly avoid Data forever.”

“I don’t think he should avoid Data at all. When Louis saw Data in sickbay, he felt betrayed and angry. I think he needs to come to terms with these feelings in order to move on from them.”

Picard thinks of the logs, deliberately gathered and put in a bag along with a meticulously compiled portfolio of Louis’s drawings—sending Louis here was premeditated, but Picard doesn’t think Louis was aware of that plan until the moment Data pressed the memory chip into his hand, seconds before beaming him onto the Enterprise.

Picard understands Louis’s reaction, but he doesn’t it to prevent him from building a relationship with Data here.

“Perhaps holding a memorial for the other Data will help Louis find some closure,” he suggests.

“I think that’s a good idea, Captain. Would you like me to make the arrangements?”

“No, I’ll take care of them, thank you.”

Momentarily, there’s a silence in which Deanna regards him with an expression that’s as ominous as storm clouds on the horizon, then she says, “There’s something else I wanted to discuss with you, Captain.”

“Oh?”

He tries to subtly take a deep breath but he’s so clearly braced for impact that Deanna smiles.

“Have you given any thought to how you’ll inform the crew?”

“Must I?”

Deanna chuckles, entirely aware of how much he values his privacy. “I regret to inform you that I’ve already heard the rumors that you were seen in Ten Forward with a child. Some people even seem to think that the child looks just like you.”

Picard grimaces. That’s not ideal.

“The rumors will only spread further, Captain, and the crew will draw their own conclusions. If you want to control the narrative, you’ll have to address it yourself. You don’t have to go into all the details, but you will have to explain Louis’s presence in some way that’s…satisfactory.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, Data wasn’t the only one on the bridge when Louis was beamed aboard. Nor was Beverly alone in sickbay.”

“Ah.”

Whispers of what happened on the bridge during the night shift will have spread from those who witnessed it, along with security and Beverly’s nurses, meaning there’s no way to pretend that Louis came aboard the ship in any manner other than the way in which he did.

“You’ll have to tell Starfleet command as well,” Deanna adds.

Picard blinks. He hadn’t considered that. They’ll want to meet Louis. They may want to run their own tests—he is from another quantum reality, unique as far as Picard’s aware. Perhaps they’ll even want to question him, determine whether he knows anything about the Borg that could be useful here.

But surely Data can provide such information? Picard won’t let Louis be interrogated. Or poked and prodded like some science experiment.

“I’ll draft a report for the crew,” he says, the words bitter in his mouth. “I’d like you to review it; you know better than I how it will be interpreted by the crew. And after that I’ll submit a report to Starfleet.”

“If I may make a suggestion, sir?”

“Of course.”

“Take your time with your report to Starfleet. It can wait for—oh, I don’t know, three days?”

Picard quirks an eyebrow. “Have you been talking to Beverly?”

“Yes,” she says, unashamedly. “Those of us that care about you are…worried.”

“Worried?”

About me?

“You’ve found yourself in an unimaginable situation. Some people might think it a burden—”

“It’s not a burden,” Picard says quickly. “It’s just…”

“A big change.”

“Yes. It’s a…big change.”

Deanna suddenly looks past him, and Picard turns to find Louis standing in the doorway uncertainly. He changed out of his pajamas and back into regular clothes, but his hair’s rumpled and there’s a crease down one side of his face from the pillow.

“Hello, Louis,” Deanna says brightly. “Do you remember me?”

Louis nods, eyes darting to Picard.

“We weren’t introduced before,” Deanna continues. “My name is Deanna. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Louis murmurs.

“I just came by to see how you’re doing.”

“I’m okay.”

He’s still by the door. Picard extends an arm towards him. “Venez ici.”

Come here.

He says it gently, the way his mother used to when she wanted to embrace him, and Louis comes immediately to his side, leans into him.

Deanna’s beaming. “You feel safe here,” she says. “With your father.”

Louis’s reply is another nod, but there’s a smile hovering at the corners of his mouth.

Deanna stands. “Well, I need to be going, but I’d like to see you again, Louis. Would it be okay if I visited you tomorrow?”

Louis looks at Picard, but Picard merely raises a brow, prompting Louis to respond. Louis meets Deanna’s eyes and says, shyly, “Yes.”

“Wonderful.”

Picard escorts her to the door. When she’s gone, he turns to Louis. Louis looks back.

“We have some time yet before dinner,” Picard starts. “I was thinking we could…”

He almost says fence or go climbing, but perhaps those activities are best left for another day. In any case, he has something even better in mind.

“I was looking at your drawings earlier, and I thought we could look at them together, and you could tell me about them.”

Louis grins. His eyes light up, and for a second—just for a second--it’s like looking at the boy he saw in Data’s logs.

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Chapter 9: The Truth

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: The after effects of the attack on New York have changed everything for the Avengers, Wanda, and Y/n.

A/n: I have managed to write this all within one day. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but please let me know your thoughts love :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Fighting, Hydra, Blood, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Curse Words

Word Count: 4.9k

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Covered in ash, dirt, and dried-up blood, Steve was a walking disaster as he paced through the hospital waiting room. Well, if you would call it a hospital that is. It’s been less than an hour since the Avengers have controlled the fires in New York but the troubling news of Y/n and Wanda brought them to a halt.

They quickly rushed to the “hospital”, which was just an empty leased building before being revamped into a hospital for this emergency. The walls were made up of light green curtains. You couldn’t even separate the blood-curling screams from down the hall to the one next to you.

“Stop pacing Rogers. You’re making my head hurt,” Tony said as he sat next to his suit. He had managed to borrow one of the hospital’s tablets to see if there were any updates that could remotely be done to the tower. So far, no luck had been made to reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y or power up the building in general. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he bit back.

Before Tony could say anything, Natasha lightly elbowed him in the stomach to keep him hushed. Now was not the time to start fighting especially at a time like this. “Are you any closer to powering up the tower?” She asked. If Natasha was nervous, she sure as hell didn’t show it. While the assassin did have a similar beat-up look like Steve, her composure was almost too relaxed. However, if Steve cared to notice, he could quickly see how big of a lie that was but his mind was only focused on the two youngest Avengers.

On the other side of the building lied Wanda and Y/n. The only thing separating those two was the thin green curtain and the team of tired nurses and doctors that surrounded them. And while the two have been closer before, this was the first time in a while that they both slept peacefully by each other. It didn’t matter the circumstances of how they slept, but rather what they dreamt...and it was of each other.

“What do you think we would have been like if we lived normal lives?” It was a late afternoon on a sunny day in spring. Wanda and Y/n laid down in the grass under a tree that shadowed them from the sun. Today was one of their off days and seeing as the weather was nice, the two felt like it was a perfect time to go to the park.

“Well, we would obviously attend school.” Wanda was lying down on her back with a dandelion in her hand as Y/n laid on her side, using her left hand to support her head. “I can honestly see you as being the popular person or maybe even the President of some type of political club.”

“What makes you say that?” The soft breeze that covered them came once again, which blew the pappis away. The small frown on Wanda’s faced made it hard for Y/n to focus but she still responded, “You just have this powerful aura to you, Wanda. When you talk, people listen. But what you do better is how easy it is for us to believe you. That’s something not a lot of leaders can do.”

“You make it sound like I’ll be the next President of the United States,” Wanda replied jokingly. “I wish.” Wanda pushed Y/n back slightly as she laughed but all Y/n did was smile at the action. “But what about me? What do you think I would be like?”

Putting her finger to her chin, Wanda thought for a moment before saying, “Honestly, without your powers, you are probably a film nerd at heart. Maybe just a nerd in general.”

“Hey! Now you’re just being mean.” Wanda rolled her eyes as she threw away the dandelion stem. She turned her head to face Y/n. There was this adoration in her eyes that quickly made Y/n blush. “Who cares. All I know is if anyone decides to mess with you, they’ll obviously have to go through me.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me the President of the political science club is going to come to my rescue?”

“Duh! I’ll probably yell at them or something. If not, I’m not afraid to get nasty.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“How’d you let them get away?” Fury said as he walked into the hospital that Y/n was at. The man was not in his finest hour. First, the mass destruction of New York city was blasting on the news. Reporters and anchors are not looking in favor for the heroes regardless of the actions they’ve taken to try and minimize the damage. Many were angry at the mere fact that this happened at all.

“Someone on their team had quickly teleported them to safety,” Carol stated. The girl has been feeling nothing but guilt for the past hour. Although she did save Wanda and Y/n, the state she had found them in only did worse for her thoughts. “Even if I did try to catch up to them, the lack of response from Wanda and Y/n meant something. I probably couldn’t have faced them alone if I tried.”

Before Fury could have walked any further into the building, Carol grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her. “Her ears were bleeding Nick...I think they did something to her head again.”

Wanda woke up with a slight headache, the dream vaguely on her mind. As she started to grasp her surroundings, she only grew more confused. “Where am I?” She thought. The loud beeping beside her combined with screams and loud thoughts overwhelmed Wanda. Feeling the need to get out, she quickly started to remove the various wires on her as the recent events caught up to her. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lay back down,” the nurse asked kindly.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wanda almost lost her balance as she stepped off her bed. She used the nurse in front of her to regain her balance, before walking out of her “room”. “Ma’am, I’m not going to ask again, please lay back down or I will have to get security.”

The threat was the last thing on Wanda’s mind. All she could focus on was finding Y/n. Using her powers, she closed her eyes and tried to sense where Y/n was. Considering the girl was right beside her, it didn’t take long for Wanda to find out.

Quickly walking over to the side of her room, Wanda pushed the curtain to the side but the sight in front of her made everything stop. There was Y/n, battered and bruised. There was drywall dust on her face along with dried-up blood. “Y/n,” Wanda whispered in disbelief. Much to Wanda’s dismay, Y/n didn’t respond. She remained unresponsive on the bed.

Reaching out to try and hold her hand, Wanda was pulled back by the same nurse. “Ma’am, please let the doctors and nurses do their jobs while you go back to your bed.” Wanda shrugged off her hand, her eyes glowing red as she said, “Don’t.”

Wanting to be by Y/n’s side, Wanda tried to walk towards her again but Steve’s voice made her stop. “Wanda.” Turning back around, Wanda first noticed just how beat up Steve was. His helmet was off which made Steve oddly look like a raccoon. If times were different, maybe Wanda would have laughed. Instead, she stormed out of the room, feeling more overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry about her ma’am,” Steve said with a courteous nod.

Wanda sat on the ledge of the roof. The slight breeze of the night was coursing past her as she mindlessly fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she developed after her parents’ death. It was during a harsher breeze that Wanda touched her forehead where the slight open injury was at. She had left the floor just moments ago and somehow her feet led her here. Although she knew that she needed someone to look at the injuries she sustained, her mind was focused elsewhere. It was plagued with thoughts about the girl that was still entrapped in a room full of doctors that had no clue how to treat her. Wanda knew it was wrong of her to read their minds, but she hoped that at least one of them at least knew where to start. Panic and anxiety filled the redhead’s body the more she realized that no one knew how to help Y/n. Soon, the room felt as if it was enclosing on her. Before Steve realized she was about to break down, she left to sort out her thoughts and emotions.

Wanda had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed Carol leaning against the entrance of the roof. The blonde was only a couple of feet away from Wanda wearing black sweatpants and a shirt. The girl was wrapping up a mission when she saw the text from Y/n. Carol didn’t know whether the drop in her heart was from the fake feelings Memory Man had created or whether she genuinely cared about the girl’s wellbeing. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was Y/n’s safety.

Carol leaned up against the ledge while surveying the view. They were a foot away from each other but it didn’t take a mind reader to know that both girls were thinking about Y/n. Ironically enough, they each had their separate thoughts about how they failed to protect Y/n. For Wanda, she felt as if she was the sole reason that Y/n got hurt. If she had only conquered her abilities more, Y/n wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself again just to protect her. Not only that, but Wanda felt beyond frustrated with herself for being so frozen and paralyzed as the enemy hurt Y/n right in front of her eyes. There was nothing holding her back besides herself and that was something that will haunt her for a while. For Carol, she felt that if she were just a bit faster and maybe not a galaxy away, she would have reached them in time to help.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Wanda sidely glanced at Carol. The first thing she noticed was her attire. It didn’t take long for the dots to connect before she realized that it was Y/n’s clothes Carol was wearing. Wanda bit her tongue at the ounce of jealousy and resentment that decided to rise within her. This was no time to start arguments especially with the person that helped Y/n just in the nick of time. So Wanda had opted for a different but just as difficult route. “Thank you.”

Carol heard but decided to remain silent. Clearing her throat, Wanda continued, “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t found us.” Finally, the two made eye contact as Carol glanced at Wanda. “I’m only here for Y/n,” Carol deadpanned. Wanda choked at her words but still had a serious composure. They both looked back at the city but there was a more tense feeling in the air. Carol hadn’t cared if the words had hurt Wanda. What she cared for was Y/n. But the looming question in the back of her head was always if this was a genuine feeling or if it was forced. However, the way her heart overwhelmingly felt angered at the person beside her, she knew that at this time, the feeling was genuine.

Subconsciously, Wanda felt the emotions that leaked out of the blonde. She didn't need to go in her mind to realize that. It felt like Carol’s guard was down leading her aura to be seen. It had covered the area surrounding the two in such a suffocating manner that Wanda felt like she couldn’t breathe. The two most compelling emotions were the anger she held for her and the love she had for Y/n. As she cracked her knuckles, Carol muttered, “It is quite ridiculous the things Y/n continuously goes through for a team that can barely return the favor.”

“You don’t get to-”

“Now listen here. I don’t quite care much for your team. Frankly, y’all don’t deserve Y/n.” The two faced each other with such intensity that one wrong move could cause a fight with two of the galaxy’s most powerful superheroes. “But if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve Y/n.” Wanda’s fists clenched at Carol’s words. It took everything out of the redhead to not fling Carol out of New York, because how dare she accuse her of such atrocities.

“If I were you, I would stop where you’re at,” Wanda said threateningly. The spiral scarlet glow in her eyes only made Carol chuckle. “You know you’re not the only one with powers.” Carol’s fist glowed with the same intensity as Wanda’s eyes. But the threats were pointless as the two had stopped at the same time.

“You don’t see it but you should feel lucky Wanda.” Cocking her eyebrow, Wanda responded with, “And why is that?” The redhead remained in a defensive stance as she crossed her arms. Carol walked closer to her and placed her hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda was still tense but it slightly faltered when she saw how serious Carol was. “There’s a girl out there that loves you even when her mind and heart tell her otherwise.” And with that, Carol left Wanda to herself.

The burning feeling in his legs shouldn’t have felt familiar but it did. It reminded him of the body that he held through New York’s streets. It reminded him of the blood all over his hands and clothes. It reminded him of that fateful night that he failed.

And as he stormed into the hospital with nobody in his hands, something in the way that the team looked made his blood drain. Before Bucky could ask about Y/n’s whereabouts, Beth had walked in. Seeing her familiar face caused Bucky to be slightly relaxed but still anxious about what she could possibly say.

“I have an update on Y/n’s health.” Carol had walked into the room and her attention immediately landed on Beth. “Tell us, Beth,” Fury said.

“As of right now, she will be fine. The doctors have her hooked up to a solution that is allowing her regeneration abilities to work. But-,” before Beth could finish her update, Tony had stood up and loudly commented, “- Great, now that we know Ms. Hydra is okay, can we get back to the real issue at hand?”

As Carol was about to advance to Tony, it was Beth’s words that made the room quiet. “Of course it would be the self-righteous billionaire that would talk shit.” Tony’s head snapped towards Beth. “Excuse me?!”

Beth glared back at Tony, not daring to back down. Her arms were crossed as she continued, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me, or is your ego too far high for you to actually listen?”

Walking towards Beth, Tony said, “Listen here you son of a-” Before Tony could get any closer to Beth, Bucky had used his arm to stop him. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Tony forcefully removed Bucky’s hand from his chest. He stepped away from Beth, not wanting to deal with what he thinks of as just some pathetic nurse.

“You know what the real issue is Tony - actually - all of you. It’s the fact that you seriously think of Y/n to be this villain.” Beth had let out a dark chuckle at the irony of the situation. “Or have you forgotten the shit you’ve ALL done? Let’s name them, shall we?”

“Beth-” Beth glared at Bucky. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the time nor the place for this conversation, because God was she so tired of them. “Tony, remember all the weapons that you’ve created for mass destruction and have yet to actually own up to the consequences of them?”

“I would stop there if I were you before-”

“Before what?!” Beth said as she threw her hands up. “Before you sue me?! Before you attack me?! Oh - that’s it, isn’t it? What are you gonna do? Kill me? Like how you did with Y/n?!” The room grew more silent as everyone besides Bucky and Beth digested her words. “It’s honestly sad how a bunch of adults has managed to push a KID to take their life away. All for what?! Because you thought she cheated on Wanda! News fucking flash - she didn’t even fucking cheat.”

“What?” Steve said. The shock of Beth’s words was still affecting him. “It was Memory Man. He had put fake memories in Y/n’s and mine’s heads. That was the whole reason we kissed - wait - did you not know about this?” The team was frozen while Carol and Fury impatiently waited for answers.

Not caring to wait for their pathetic excuses, Beth said, “It’s not like it matters what they have to say. They don’t even care for Y/n but for those that actually do. Right now we have no clue what her mind is going to be like. Memory Man has already given her enough damages before and considering we don’t know the full extent of his powers, we can only wait till she wakes up to see if she will actually be okay. Now if you don’t mind, I have a patient to take care of.”

Before Beth could leave, Bucky grabbed onto her arm. He gave her a look but Beth wasn’t having any of it. Ripping her arm from his grip, she stated, “Don’t Bucky. You know how much your family has hurt her. So don’t just stand there and act like they’re saints especially since you know how much Y/n needed you.”

It’s been a couple of days since the attack in New York and Y/n has since woken up. She has barely spoken to Beth, Bucky, Carol, or Fury. Although Estell’s presence would have been welcomed, Beth has yet to tell the girl the news of Estell’s death. Unfortunately, during the attack, she was shot and killed on sight by Hydra. The only reason Beth knew was from the long list of deaths she read on TV.

“We need to transport Y/n to a different location,” Fury said in a small meeting that consisted of only Bucky and Carol. “I agree. Since Hydra has managed to infiltrate the tower once, who knows when they’ll do it again.”

“That’s why a different country will do her better than here.” Fury sighed at the decision that was laid upon them. New locations will always be hard to adjust to but that wasn’t all of it. “Wanda will remain as Y/n’s guard.”

Abruptly standing from her chair, the loud screeched filled the room. “Are you serious?!” Fury’s expression didn’t change as Carol only grew with rage. “She could hardly take care of herself during the attack. What makes you think she could possibly take care of Y/n?”

“The girl was simply outnumbered. We all were.” Moving to get the file that was beside him, he slid it on the table. Bucky grabbed it and had started to silently read it. “But I need the both of you on the front lines. After what Beth has said, I need you two to make sure that the team is actually doing their job. They were supposed to have found out about Hydra’s plans before the attack, now I’m starting to think they didn’t even try.”

Carol was still angry at Fury’s decision to which he sighed. “You will know of Y/n’s location at all times. I will let her have a remote that when activated should send you a signal. Since you’re back on Earth, you’ll get to her in seconds.” Carol sat back down in her seat. Although she was still mad at Fury’s decision, she felt better knowing that Y/n could signal her for help.

“Now, I need you to say your goodbyes for now. Y/n leaves in an hour.”

Wanda stood in the foyer of the hanger as various agents loaded up the quinjet with materials that she and Y/n would need for the time they were gone. She was informed of the last-minute decision just moments ago by Fury himself.

“Please take care of her.”

The words echoed in her head as it had been the only time she’s seen Fury actually care deeply for somebody else. Before she could ponder more about it, Beth had interrupted Wanda’s thoughts. “Wanda?”

Turning around to the source of the sound, Wanda stood in front of a young blonde woman with intense eyes. “I’m Beth,” she said as she held out her hand. Wanda reluctantly shook it, not quite sure as to who this lady actually was. “I’m Y/n’s friend.”

“Great, another pretty girl I have to worry about,” Wanda thought. “Well, I’m also her nurse but I think she would consider me her friend as well.” Wanda stood awkwardly not really knowing how to respond.

Using this opportunity, Beth handed Wanda a bag full of medicine and vitamins. “I know this will be a lot to ask of you but could you please take care of Y/n?” There was no doubt in Wanda’s mind that this girl in front of her meant well. The nurturing feeling in her aura surrounded Wanda.

“That girl has been through a lot and I would know.” Confused by the intensity of her words, Wanda couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know this?”

“I’ve been her nurse for a while now.” This news only confused Wanda even more. “Was she injured before the attack?”

“What is it with you guys and not knowing a single thing about Y/n?” Beth thought. She started to get irritated at the thought of another Avenger hurting Y/n. She could only hope Wanda was different from the rest. However, Wanda heard Beth’s thoughts and said, “What do you know that I don’t?”

Beth scoffed at the question and replied, “The truth.” The simplicity of her answer made Wanda internally roll her eyes. Whether she admitted it or not, she had started to feel territorial over the fact somebody else knew Y/n better than her.

“Wanda let’s go!” Fury yelled from afar. The two looked over and saw Y/n hug Carol, Fury, and Bucky goodbye. Oddly enough, she looked emotionless when she did it. “Just please don’t fuck up again.” Wanda didn’t answer respond back to Beth because if she did, something bitchy would have probably left her mouth. Instead, she walked over and into the quinjet. She buckled into the seat closest to Y/n but the girl didn’t give any attention to Wanda. She remained silent and focused on her hands for the whole ride while Wanda thought more and more about what Beth meant.

“Now that we’re all here let’s get started.” Fury turned on the projector and the first image the was on the screen was New York on fire during the attack. “So far, we’ve received word that there have been 125 casualties and approximately around 500 critical injuries suffered from the attack.” Click.

“However, we face a bigger number when it comes to those that are currently missing. Estimating from 600 - 1000 people are found to be missing. And since we have efficiently cleared the rumble from the damages, our sources have found out how they’ve gone missing.” Click.

Footage of the event was playing but in the location of the subways. One by one, explosions could be seen in various parts of different train passages. It didn’t take long for Hydra soldiers to infiltrate the train systems but all camera footage cut to black. “Hydra has effectively taken hostages of those that were on the train during that night. They have used bombs to blast any chance of us going after them in these tunnels.”

“Is there a way to locate the subways?” Steve asked. “Since New York hardly invests in their transportation department, they are unable to track any of their subways. More than likely, Hydra has already disposed of them in case they were to be tracked.” Click.

“What we need is to figure out where these people have gone. This many hostages taken is something we cannot allow. And considering we have hardly been able to figure out their plans before the attack, I can only assume the worse when it comes to this.” Fury turned the projector off and continued his speech.

“Bucky and Carol will be removed from their current missions to assist the team with this situation. There will be absolutely no complaints about this. Any signs of lack of cooperation, I will gladly remove you and ban you from missions indefinitely.” Fury looked around the team once more and felt disgusted at the people he has to work with. Giving them no time to reply, he left the room not being able to stand the sight of them anymore.

Since they were dismissed, part of the team left in a hurry until it was down to three people. Tony was about to leave when Steve said, “Are you going to apologize to Y/n?” The question was genuine and serious because ever since that night, Steve had been unable to sleep. All he wished he could do was apologize to Y/n but the girl refused to see him. Unfortunately, he understood why.

“Why should I? It doesn’t change anything.” Steve stood up and slammed the table with his hand. “We killed her Tony.” Tony walked in front of Steve. “I didn’t do anything,” he sneered.

“Steve. Tony. We need to calm down,” Natasha said as she watched the two go at it. “Don’t act so mighty Natasha. I heard you bullied the girl too.” This comment caused Natasha’s jaw to harden. “Aww, did I hit a nerve?” Tony childishly asked. “Oh fuck off Tony. There you go again bringing other people down when you can hardly accept what you’ve done. YOU took away Y/n’s funds. She couldn’t even afford anything.”

“But you watched me do it, Rogers. You could have done something too yet you let it happen. So don’t patronize me. Nothing of what she said changes anything.” Tony quickly left the room as he felt himself explode in anger. This didn’t even surprise Steve anymore. He was tired of keeping the family together when it was clear now that it was meant to be apart.

“Here we are,” Wanda said as she dropped her bags in the living room. Looking at her surroundings, the flat was a decent size. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and accommodations on the floor below them.

“So what do you-,” Y/n hadn’t responded to Wanda’s question as she zoomed past her and walked into her room. Softly closing the door shut, Wanda sighed at her reaction. It wasn’t a surprise but Wanda still couldn’t help but feel hurt by it all. “I guess I should start unpacking.”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Y/n and Wanda started to live together in the flat located in the small town of Edinburgh. While Wanda mainly kept the place tidy, Y/n remained in her room all the time unless it was to use the bathroom or to eat. The only time she would even dare to be close to Wanda was during dinner. If it was breakfast or lunch, Y/n would take what Wanda cooked for the day into her room.

But Wanda was stubborn. She always left Y/n little notes of her whereabouts anytime she left for an errand but a small compliment would always be at the end of it. Sometimes she would knock on Y/n’s door and ask if she would want to watch a movie with her. Obviously, Y/n never answered but Wanda continued to ask. Other times, Wanda would think of Y/n’s favorite foods and would cook them for dinner that night. And while Y/n had never said it out loud, the empty plate she left in front of her always made Wanda swell with joy.

However, tonight was going to be different. Usually, the two would sit in silence as Wanda would have the tv playing in the background but Wanda needed to hear Y/n’s voice. Not only that, but she was hoping that the truth would come out as well.

Trying to figure out a way to break the silence, it was oddly Y/n that had done it first. “Why don’t you hate me?” At first, Wanda was shocked that Y/n had actually spoken, but the girl regain her composure and said, “Why would I hate you? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Y/n was silent for a moment until she said, “But I killed your brother.”

Chapter 10

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too-gay-for-marvel · 3 years

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just this once pt.5

a/n: yall. yall im on a roll. and no i will not apologise for anything that happens in this chapter. also, still learning how to do taglists so if it doesn’t work or you weren’t included, send me a message and i’ll try to get it fixed!

Word Count: 4,285

Warnings: canon typical violence, non-explicit mentions of torture, mutant experimentation

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

“I think Fury is giving you a sign.”

Natasha looked up from her paperwork to see Maria leaning against the door frame to her office. She herself had just gotten back from a mission, evident in her slightly mused ponytail and gun still on her hip. A very beyond attractive look, if Natasha had to say it.

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, leaning back in her chair to give her full attention to her fiancee.

“So he didn’t tell you,” Maria said with a nod. She pushed herself off the door frame and moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“I’ll admit that gives me a clue,” Natasha said with a small frown. She didn’t like where this was going.

“He’s sending you on another mission,” Maria replied. “With Y/N.”

“I thought we told him emergencies only,” Natasha mused more to herself than to Maria.

It seemed like Nick was sending the both of you on every mission he could possibly come up with. He needed some information. Then he wanted the layout of a base. Then he wanted some recon on security in another location. All were things that Natasha not only could have done with someone else, but she could have gotten them done on her own.

He seemed to think differently.

“He wants you to leave tomorrow,” Maria continued, bringing Natasha out of her pouting. “Personnel recovery.”

“At least that gives us a few hours together,” Natasha said with a small smile.

“Maybe we can finally get some planning done,” Maria nodded as she stood up. “Maybe a colour scheme?”

“Red and black,” Natasha shot back.

“We’ll argue about it later,” Maria smiled. She walked over and tilted Natasha’s chin up to give her a quick kiss before leaving the office, presumably to get cleaned up.

Natasha looked down at her paperwork for not even five minutes before deciding she was going to rush upstairs and surprise Maria in the shower. She had just started piling the papers up when you walked in, harpoon on hip and soaking wet.

“Did you ask Fury for another mission?” You asked as you plopped into the chair opposite her, water instantly dripping down the sides of the seat.

“No,” Natasha said curtly, hoping she could get you out of her office sooner if she didn’t invite conversation.

“Then why is he sending us together?” You asked. Your fingers started combing through your hair, the webs gathering whatever was stuck. Drops of water splashed onto Natasha’s pristine papers.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said again, turning her lip up when you put a piece of seaweed on her desk.

“I thought you knew everything,” you huffed, staring intently as a shell you had pulled out of your suit sleeve.

“Well clearly not,” Natasha mumbled to herself.

You leaned over to rest your elbows on the desk, your dripping wet hair leaving puddles on the mahogany and her papers. Natasha set her jaw and gave you a look, keeping eye contact. But your eyes gave off that mischievous sparkle, the one that would make any woman swoon. And Natasha’s heart raced.

“Think I can get that in writing?” You asked with a raised brow. “You know, for the next time you act like a know-it-all.”

“Did you just come in here to act like an ass?” Natasha asked as she picked her papers up and started walking out.

“Actually,” you started as you pushed away from the desk and stood up, “I’m here to bring you this.”

You held your open hand out, palm up, and Natasha looked cautiously to see what it was. In the middle of your palm was a whole shell, with a small black pearl in the centre. It looked absolutely stunning, and Natasha reached out to gently take it.

“Why did you bring this to me?” Natasha asked, although she feared she already knew your answer.

“Cheeseburger found the shell the other day,” you shrugged, “and Roger got the pearl out.”

Natasha did her best not to chuckle at the silly names you had given the octopus and otter that usually inhabited your moon pool. Cheeseburger, the octopus, had lost two limbs and had a nasty habit of stealing your cheeseburgers (hence the name), while Roger was an in-progress rehabilitation project. Unfortunately, the three of you were like peas in a pod.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha mused, her eyes still glued to the pearl. “But I can’t take this home to my fiancee.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. The space between the both of you increased as you visibly took a step back, and Natasha missed the closeness. Things had seemed normal only a moment ago, and now she could feel you closing yourself off to her, going cold once again.

“Then give it to Maria,” you shrugged. “Get some brownie points before going off on another mission with her favourite person.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Natasha shot back. “I just don’t want to waste your gift.”

“It was just cluttering up my space,” you replied, voice cold.

“Give it to Yelena,” Natasha said softly, holding the shell and pearl back out for you to take. “She would love it.”

“Yelena,” you huffed with a small smile. A sad smile. You grabbed the shell from her hand rather roughly, causing Natasha to flinch. “Thanks for the input.”

“Y/N,” Natasha started, but you were already walking away in the opposite direction, head high and feet dragging.

Natasha sighed and started her own way back to her floor. She wanted Maria to distract her. From you.

———

“What’s our objective again?” You shouted from the back of the quinjet.

“Personnel recovery,” Yelena answered. “Some scientist wanted out of AIM.”

“Why is that my responsibility?” You continued. Your boots echoed off the floor and you popped your head in between Yelena’s and Natasha’s chairs.

“Because something smelled-”

“Don’t,” Natasha interrupted.

“-fishy,” Yelena finished anyway, and both you and Natasha groaned as she just laughed at herself.

“I’m not paid enough for this,” Natasha mumbled to herself before turning her head and looking out the windows.

“I’ll throttle you,” you said as you lightly slapped Yelena upside the head.

“Listen,” she tried to say around another round of giggles, “if Fury ever told me his plans, I wouldn’t be stuck here with you two.”

“Well why don’t you find out? I wanna know why he’s sending me on this mission.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know? Surely you must have some kind of-”

“Can you both shut up?” Natasha shouted. The both of you grew silent immediately, and Natasha finally let out a breath and tried to rub her growing migraine away.

“Should’ve just sent Nat,” you grumbled. “She’s grumpy enough to scare everyone away all on her own.”

Yelena snorted, and when Natasha shot a look her way, she tried her best to look out the window. You, on the other hand, held up to her challenge and met her eyes. That ridiculous smirk refused to disappear, and Natasha wanted so desperately to wipe it off your face. But instead she just turned back around and looked out the window once again.

The rest of the trip was silent, only the occasional update being spoken aloud. Yelena managed to drop the both of you off and stayed in the jet, more than ready for when you both got back and could get back to the Tower for a well-deserved weekend.

It was a quick jog to the location, with tents and cages set up all around the landing port. The building was a few stories tall, but well fortified with guards around every corner. The majority of cages were empty, but every now and then you could hear a bear, a dog, a human.

“I thought these guys were scientists,” you whispered from where you were crouched beside Natasha.

“They are,” Natasha nodded.

“Must be pretty paranoid then,” you continued.

“You would be too if your work relied on illegal mutant experimentation,” Natasha clarified. You didn’t say anything else, but she could see your knuckles going pale.

“Let’s get our man and go,” you practically growled. “Before I kill them all.”

Natasha knew you weren’t joking.

You both went in opposite directions, you heading to the back door and Natasha heading to the side. There was no guaranteeing that the scientist was even inside at all, but that was the easiest place to check. There was too much vulnerability outside and Natasha wasn’t going to risk getting caught and failing another mission.

“How are we supposed to find one nerd in a facility full of nerds?” You asked over the intercoms, and Natasha assumed you had made it into the building.

“Be nice,” Natasha whispered, “not all scientists are nerds.”

“Bruce and Tony are,” you replied. Natasha pulled herself against a wall when she heard voices. “Everyone here is.”

“Hush,” Natasha whispered. You remained silent as Natasha listened to footsteps getting closer, and then turning into the opposite direction. She let out a quiet breath.

“Do we really want to help someone who’s torturing mutants?” You asked again, a barely contained anger in your voice.

Natasha rounded another corner, trying to come up with an answer for you. You weren’t wrong; she didn’t like the idea either. Why save the scientist when you could save the people instead? But Fury wanted him, and there had to be a reason for it. The location was known, so someone could always come back to save them another day.

“Nick will send us back another day,” Natasha finally said out loud. You huffed on the other end of the comms.

You both continued through the facility, methodically clearing rooms until finally you indicated you had found him. Some wiry man with broken glasses, according to your description. Natasha gave confirmation and headed to the meet up point, somewhere on the second floor. Once Natasha was about to round the corner to the location, she could hear your voice carrying through the halls.

“You’re lucky I don’t wring your neck myself.”

“What’s the problem?” Natasha asked as soon as she saw you.

You were right. The man was wiry and nerdy, something you would expect from a mad scientist in a comic book. White tape was wrapped around the nose piece of his glasses in stereotypical fashion and he was hunched over like the world was resting on his shoulders.

No surprise, considering you were hovering nearly a foot over him.

“He called me an animal,” you seethed, your hands visibly shaking with the desire to have them around the man’s neck.

“Look at your arms and neck, what else could you be?” He asked in a gruff New Jersey accent.

“You want an animal? I’ll show you an-”

“That’s enough,” Natasha demanded. She stepped in between the both of you and pushed you away, not even bothering to get near the man.

“If he has to go with us, then so does one of the mutants,” you said, leaving no room for argument in your voice.

“We can’t risk it, we’re leaving them here,” Natasha said quickly. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand up and her stomach felt like it was dropping.

“I’m not leaving them and taking that,” you said through clenched teeth while pointing at the scientist.

“You’re going to risk my life for one of them?” He asked, his face drawn in disgust at the mere thought that his life was equal to a mutant’s. Natasha wanted to strangle him.

“We will come back for them another day,” Natasha said again, but you didn’t look convinced.

“I’m not leaving without them, so you’re gonna have to wait,” you shot back.

Voices could be heard in the stairwell a few halls away.

“And I’m not risking another mission,” Natasha argued, walking closer to you and forcing you to step backward to keep your space.

“If you think I’m taking that and leaving one of those kids then you’re-”

Click.

The both of you froze, your eyes boring into Natasha’s. A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, so thick Natasha struggled to draw breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach returned.

And then your eyes left hers, trailing down to the too-tight cuffs that were now keeping you chained to the pipes against the wall. They weren’t the usual police handcuffs, but the kind that they had used on Loki after the invasion of New York.

You weren’t getting out of them.

“Natasha,” you started, your eyes moving back to meet hers.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha whispered. She took one heavy step back, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Unlock them,” you continued. Your chest was starting to rise and fall slightly faster.

“Someone will come for you,” Natasha said again with a slight nod.

Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Get back here, Romanoff,” you said as Natasha started leading the scientist down the hall.

Away from you.

She didn’t answer. She just felt her leaden boots take step after step, leading her further away from where you were chained. When she didn’t answer, she heard the sound of metal pulling against metal and your grunts and groans as you tried to yank the cuffs off.

“You can’t leave me here!” You shouted, your voice echoing down the hall after Natasha had turned the final corner.

She heard other voices coming from the same direction as yours, quickly followed by shouting and the solid thuds of blows being landed.

“Natalia!” You shouted again once Natasha had opened the door to lead the scientist out.

Only moments after the door shut, Natasha heard your scream. A scream of anger and frustration, a scream that reached down Natasha’s throat and ripped her heart out. The prick of tears in her eyes left a sinking feeling in her gut, left her feeling empty and a broken shell.

But she had a mission. And she was going to complete it.

She shoved the scientist in the direction of the quinjet and didn’t look back. Ignoring the whining and complaining coming from the man and eventually just throwing him into the back of the quinjet, ignoring the way Yelena jumped at the sudden noise.

“Where’s Y/N?” Yelena asked, moving her head around, trying to see if you were close behind.

“Get us in the air,” Natasha ordered. Tears pricked her eyes once again.

“Are they coming?” Yelena asked again, ignoring Natasha’s order.

“I said get us in the air, now.”

Yelena gave Natasha a look that sent a shiver down her spine, but turned around and got the jet in the air nonetheless. The scientist pulled himself into the seat next to Natasha. He seemed much more relaxed, and Natasha couldn’t blame him. He probably didn’t realise just how much had been risked to get him back to SHIELD.

“You made the right choice,” he said after some unbearable silence. Natasha turned to look at him, her brows pulled together.

“Excuse me?”

“You made the right choice,” he said again with an enthusiastic nod. “You never know what those animals might do-”

He was cut off with a choked gasp as Natasha slammed her elbow into his face, and he quickly lost consciousness.

“Just shut up,” she mumbled to herself, knowing he couldn’t hear her.

It didn’t make her feel any better.

———

It was six weeks before the party had been dispatched to get you back. The party had consisted of Natasha, Yelena, and Wanda, and there was going to be nothing extra. They were going to get you out and get back to SHIELD, no side missions, no stops, no questions.

Maybe it just so happened that the only way to get you was to burn the facility to the ground and get the rest of the mutants out. Maybe they had called for a second quinjet to arrive to make sure everyone was able to get out safely.

Yelena and Wanda were tasked with getting everyone on the jets and eliminating the few soldiers remaining while Natasha had scoured the facility top to bottom to find you. There was a large portion of the basement that Natasha had found, filled with surgical equipment and things that would have been enough to give anyone nightmares.

And you were there, nude, in a too-small empty glass tank with a chain around your ankle. There were rips and tears in the thin membranes between your spines, and a dark black mark on your left shoulder blade. From her angle, it looked like some kind of gunk was stuck in your gills. You were curled up into a fetal position and kept your eyes glued to the ground directly in front of you.

“Y/N,” Natasha said, her gun still drawn but lowered.

“I should thank you, Miss Romanoff,” a voice called, and Natasha spun with gun raised to find a scientist walk forward, standing near a panel by your tank. “You gave me my greatest obsession.”

“How about you just let them out and I don’t kill you,” Natasha shrugged.

“I’ve learned a lot from our little friend,” he continued, ignoring her. “And you’re in time to see the results of something I’ve been working on.”

“Let them go,” Natasha said again. She cocked the gun, but the man laughed.

“I hear drowning is a horrible way to die,” he said, still ignoring her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw you raise your head and look at her. The dark spots under your eyes were beyond evident, sticking out against the sickened colour of your skin. There was no emotion in your eyes, not even a silent plea for help.

You looked like you had already accepted death.

“How long do you think a sea creature can hold its breath underwater before it needs to breathe?” He asked, his fingers typing against the panel.

“Don’t,” Natasha shouted, her trigger finger pulling instinctively and burying a bullet into the man’s chest. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Water started filling your tank, and you stood up to get your head as tall as it could get. Natasha nodded at you once, and you covered your head as she fired shot after shot at the tank. But there wasn’t even a dent, nothing to indicate that the tank could be broken.

“What do I do?” Natasha asked as she ran up to the tank, watching the water slowly rise to your ankles.

You didn’t speak, didn’t open your mouth, instead pointing as best you could to a discrete pipe against the opposite wall. Natasha looked at it and followed the direction until she saw a lone wheel connected to the wall. A wheel that could control the water flow.

“Stay here,” Natasha told you as she ran off, grimacing to herself. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to go.

She grabbed the wheel and pulled, but it didn’t budge. It felt like she was trying to pull a quinjet with her bare hands; an impossible task in and of itself. Her eyes trailed over to see the water had reached your waist. There had to be something else she could get, something to help.

The thud of your hands on the glass made her turn, and you were pointing in another direction. Her eyes followed, but there wasn’t anything she could see that would immediately-

A pipe.

Natasha sprinted to grab it from the table, nearly dropping it in her haste to get back to the wheel. The water was up to your neck, and Natasha could already see that your gills weren’t filtering anything. They stayed terribly still, and Natasha had to drag her feet to get back to the wheel.

She stuck the pipe into the empty spaces of the wheel and pulled, yelling in frustration until it finally moved. She continued pulling until she heard the flow of water stop, and a tired smile etched itself onto her lips as she turned back around to see you.

But the water was over your head, and now she was leaving you to drown.

She couldn’t break the glass; the water was off and you were still drowning. Your eyes were wide, and the fear of the situation finally made its way onto your face as you curled in on yourself and started pulling at the chain around your ankle, air bubbles escaping from your nose at a rapid rate.

Natasha got an idea. She didn’t hesitate as she started pushing the pipe, the flow of water rushing back. Only this time, she didn’t stop until the pipes rattled with the flow, barely able to contain the volume inside. She pushed until the pipe stuck, and she turned and ran back to the tank.

Your eyes were closing, the air bubbles almost nonexistent, your struggle against the chain ending. Natasha started banging on the glass, trying to keep you awake, but you didn’t move, instead just floating, and Natasha felt her heart sink.

The glass creaked under her fingers. Natasha’s eyes shot open and she watched the glass, noting the single crack that started to web across the entirety of the tank. She barely had time to step aside as the glass shattered, water shooting out and leaving you to drop to the ground.

When you didn’t move, Natasha jumped forward, dropping to the ground and immediately starting CPR. She could feel a rib break, maybe two, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop until you could breathe. You just needed to fucking breathe-

Your body shuddered as you choked, coughing up water before your eyes shot open. Natasha felt herself let out a shaky breath, but she didn’t let herself rest. She grabbed her gun and shot where the chain was connected to the floor, listening to it break before grabbing you and pulling you up.

“You need to lose some weight,” Natasha groaned as you leaned on her side, your feet barely moving.

You didn’t say a word the whole trip out of the facility. Just managed to drag yourself out, eventually walking more on your own when you neared the quinjet. Yelena ran up to the both of you and got on your other side, sharing a look with Natasha.

“I’ve got it,” Yelena said in a tone that told Natasha to let go and give her some space.

Natasha did, watching as Yelena finished dragging you to the quinjet and putting you in a seat before wrapping a blanket around your naked form. Your eyes fell back to the ground when Yelena finally got the jet in the air, and you refused to look at anyone when you got back to the Tower, leaving Natasha without a second thought.

———

Natasha was sitting at the bar on the common floor, picking apart her food. She had tried to see you multiple times over the past two weeks, only to be turned away by doctors or Yelena. There was something wrong, but Natasha couldn’t find out because no one would let her.

The ding of the elevator had her turning her head, not necessarily eager but casually curious on who had appeared. To her surprise, Yelena walked out with a McDonald’s bag in hand, some drink in the other. She didn’t look happy, but Natasha could’ve expected that.

After all, Yelena hadn’t forgiven her.

“How are they?” Natasha asked.

“Alive, no thanks to you,” Yelena shot back. But she had stopped and was talking back; that was an improvement from the past two weeks.

“I had a mission,” Natasha said, but her voice was small, weak.

“They were part of that mission,” Yelena answered.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said quietly. She said it to assuage her own guilt. It didn’t work.

“You’re stringing them along,” Yelena said, her voice taking a different tone that Natasha hadn’t been expecting. “Just marry Maria already and end the suffering.”

“I’m not stringing them along,” Natasha defended.

But she knew she was wrong. Yelena was right. And Natasha wasn’t going to stop because what would her life be without you? How could she go about her day-to-day life if she knew you weren’t going to be there in some fashion? Maybe she was in love with Maria and was going to marry her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to throw you away.

“Just be gentle,” Yelena said with a sigh. “Everyone has feelings at stake.”

“And you?” Natasha asked, causing Yelena to freeze. “What feelings do you have at stake?”

A small, sad smile made its way onto her face.

“Desire,” Yelena shrugged, but just like that her demeanour changed. “Y/N said I couldn’t eat before them, and I very much desire this McChicken.”

“You’re disgusting,” Natasha chuckled.

“And this McFlurry. You know the good stuff,” Yelena teased again, causing the both of them to laugh.

“Then go on,” Natasha motioned toward where she assumed you were waiting. “I’d hate for the two of you to starve.”

Yelena gave her a smile, one like the good old days, and continued her walk. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“Oh, Fury wanted me to tell you something.” Natasha gave her a look for her to continue. “You and Y/N are going undercover. As a couple.” With that, Yelena continued off, leaving Natasha to deal with the news.

Why couldn’t things ever be easy?

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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Private Tutoring - Satisfaction

Hello again! I can't believe I got this finished in time for my weekly update! I have so much on my plate, I can not guarantee I will finish the next 3 on schedule, so I hope you can forgive me. Anyway, I got some lovely feedback after last chapter and I am glad this resonates with you guys so much :)

Also, completely different: I have noticed that I write different than many authors. I make longer paragraphs and I lot of explaining what people DO, less talking. I'm not saying one is better than the other or so, but I'm wondering what you guys think? Should I make it a little simpler in the future?

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PG 18 chapter. mdni.

Pairing: Kakashi x Fem!Reader

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Laughing, you stumble out of the broom cupboard, Kakashi right behind you. Your hair is a mess at the top of your head and you have not made an effort to put your mask back onto your nose. After all, now you know each other’s faces in and out, no need to hide yourself anymore behind it. Your neck still burns from where he has kissed it, furiously and deep, just like always. Lately you have neglected your duties and snuck away more than you probably should. Luckily nobody noticed. You turn your head from Kakashi behind you into the room and almost drop your mask in surprise.

“Hello to both of you”, Yamato says with a little yawn, his back leaning against the Hokage’s desk. Kakashi walks straight into your back, a hand placed onto your shoulder. “Tenzo, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He brushes past you softly, you can see how his face is still blushed red. Yamato looks from him to you and back, his eyebrows raised disapprovingly. You put the mask back on. “I was just trying to bring you the report you asked me for. But I noticed you were busy.” You curl your fingers behind your back.

Kakashi walks around his desk and sits down behind it. “I waited here for you to…finish .. whatever you were doing” Yamato continues, “I told people who tried to come in here that you were out.” You look from one of them to the other. Did you cause a rift between them again? Kakashi sighs. “That was very good of you. Thank you.” He goes with one hand through his hair, his eyelids hanging down. “Don’t you think you’ve gone far enough with this, senpai?” Yamato asks accusingly and then to you: “And you, Tora? Do you want this to continue this way?”

You don’t know what to say and proceed to just stare at your feet. Nobody says anything for a little while, then Yamato shakes his shoulders. “I won’t cover for you anymore. Just-just get it together, senpai.” They exchange a look with each other and for a moment you think Kakashi might say something, defend himself in a way, but he holds himself back. You watch the hokage squirm in his seat, clearly chewing on his lower lip. “I get it”, he says finally, “I know, Tenzo, I know, I’m… selfish.” Yamato huffs and drops the papers onto the desk. “Well if you know that at least.” He walks out.

Kakashi buries his head in his hands and you walk over slowly to place a hand on his shoulder. “Is everything alright, Kakashi-sama?” you ask. His eyes flutter up at you, he looks right through the mask into yours. “I don’t think we should continue here” he says with a sigh and you feel the ground shaking unevenly beneath you. You let your hand fall, but he catches it immediately in his. “Here”, he repeats, moving your fingers to his masked lips, “We should probably just be in my apartment instead.” His eyes smile, but you can see the worry in them too. Something is definitely bothering him. “If you want to of course” he adds and you grab his fingers tighter. “I do.”

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Not even making an effort to sneak in through the window, you just ring the doorbell to Kakashi’s apartment in the evening. After all, you have been invited anyway. He opens on the second ring, still dressed in his uniform. “You are right on time”, he smiles with his eyes as you slip out of your shoes. A cup of tea is empty on his table. “I could not wait”, you say truthfully. All day you tried to concentrate on your work, but your thoughts kept wandering off to the Hokage office and the little dark corner you have gotten to know so well. It's been six hours since you last kissed him and it feels too long. How did you ever survive weeks apart?

You fall into him, driven by automatic instinct once again. Kakashi catches you without issue, letting himself fall backwards onto his bed, laughing. He has just about time to pull down his mask before you push your lips on him, too eager to feel and taste him again. “Wow, Tora”, he laughs into your lips, his fingers stroking over the back of your head. “I guess I got you addicted lately.” Right, addicted. That is how it feels. Your body presses on top of his, you can feel your heartbeat rising at how his bulge rubs against your leg. But you are both still wearing vests, you are still in armour.

“M-maybe we should get out of these clothes first,” you say, scrambling backwards from on top of him. He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at you. “Really?” he asks. You are already half way into opening your arm protection: “Or not?” He sets himself up fully and quietly chuckles. “I guess I’m still not used to your proactive, bold, new personality. Even though I did help create it.” You stop what you are doing. “Is that.. Wrong?”

“No, I like you the way you are” he smiles and you feel it ripple all the way through you. Resisting the urge to jump on him and kiss him again you turn to your feet and slip out of the rest of the armour you’re still wearing. It wasn’t even so long ago when he had first undressed you slowly and carefully, when every item you stripped off had been like a wall around yourself being torn down. Now you are undressing of your own free will, you want to. The only true way of being close to him is by feeling skin on skin.

You look up at Kakashi and see him pull his sweater over his head to expose his naked, scarred chest. You’ve seen it before of course, but it always takes your breath away a little. He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. “How much do you want me to take off?” he asks, the grin on his face wide and teasing. He lets the band around his pants lose and snap back into place, one eyebrow raised. As a reply you throw your bra off and pull your pants down to get out of them. You are now only in your underwear and trying very hard not to be embarrassed about that fact. After all, he has seen you naked already before.

He breathes in a sharp breath, his eyes wandering over you, but then he lets his own pants down. You’ve never seen him this naked before. Only wearing a tight pair of boxers. You don’t really have the time to take all of it in, because he is at your side again, plucking you off the ground with ease. “Huh?” you let out, as he carries you in his arms back over to his bed and lets you fall onto it. “I could not wait,” he grins, crawling on top of you from the ends of the bed, “I guess I’m also a little addicted.”

First he kisses upwards from your belly to your lips, before he lets himself fall right next to you, his arm slipping under your head. Quickly your arms wrap around each other, touching and scratching, while your lips are glued to each other. You feel your skin prickle whenever his touches yours and you move on closer to him. Closer, always closer. From the very first kiss you desired to be as near him as possible and now that you are pressed against him so tightly that it takes your breath away it still isn’t enough. You’ve become so needy.

“Last time you showed me how well you can self-study,” he says, breathless, “and as your teacher I was very impressed.” You smile happily at hearing this sort of praise. “Now, I feel like it is my turn again to teach you something. What do you think?” With your hand in his hair you pull him forward so that your noses touch and you can kiss him again. “I’m willing to learn whatever you want to teach me.”

A light crosses Kakashi’s eyes dangerously. “If you say it like that, how should I behave with you naked next to me?” You don’t know what he means with that. His fingers run down your chest, over your nipples and down to your legs. “Kissing, yes?” His lips touch yours. “You can do many things while kissing. It enhances the intensity. I know, we have done this before. Without tongue and with tongue. You know to bury your hands in hair, run and scratch the skin and, well, that is all well and good.” He pauses for a second, his eyes steadily on yours.

You breathe out long as he moves a finger over your clit. You can feel it, even though you still wear your panties. Water is forming in your mouth expectantly. “Yes” you breathe, unsure if it's to what he said or to the movement of his hand. “Right. You know places to kiss and both you and I explored all body parts with that.” His finger moves down along your folds to your entrance and back up. You crawl your fingers into his shoulder. “We pleasured each other like that. With mouth alone.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Now we have to combine it.”

You rub your legs together. Kakashi's fingers now touch the inside of your leg. “H-how would we do that?” you ask, impatient. You want him to go back to the centre, want him to touch you again there. “I’ll show you”, he whispers in your ear and you can feel it shiver down to your core. Swiftly, he turns you on your back, your head still resting on his arm. After propping himself up he dives down to kiss you again, tongue against tongue and you lose your breath as his fingers dig under your panties and touch you finally without fabric.

It was different when your fingers were the ones touching it, and it was different when it was his tongue touching it. “You know what it means when you are so wet, yes?” he asks again right next to your ear. Not waiting for a reply he engages your lips into a kiss again. He knows you know. Quickly he moves your panties down enough to give him access to all of you, all of it without moving his mouth away from yours for too long. You moan when his finger starts rubbing over you, but he catches the sound immediately.

The heat comes in fast, warming up your neck, cheeks and brain. You want to concentrate on his touch but get constantly distracted by the movement of his tongue on your tongue. How can the same spot feel so different in so many different ways? Human anatomy sure is a marvel. You arch your back closer to his hands, yearning for more. Closer, faster, warmer. You breathe heavily, your arm is clutching to him. With the hand under your head he reaches for your breasts and starts caressing your nipples between his fingers. All while kissing you dizzy. So much stimulation you can hardly catch a breath.

Kakashi obviously notices your twitching and arching, you can clearly feel him smirk against your lips when he plucks the moans from them. He lets your nipples go, pulls his arm back and props himself up even further. The movement around your clit slows down, which immediately makes you look up at him in a silent desperate plea for more. He grins, his eyes still hanging with low lids on yours. He trails his finger down to your entrance and you can hear the sounds of how wet it all is. You almost bite into his lower lip when he enters fingers inside of you.

You have read about this too of course, a standard in foreplay during sexual activites. But you feel utterly unprepared to actually feel it. “Kakashi….” you breathe, your back arching heavily into his touch now. He kisses the word away from your lips and starts moving inside of you, fingers curled upwards. Part of you wants to scream. Your leg cramps and you don’t care. The edge is already so close you can feel it tingle in your fingers and toes. You breathe into his lips while he moves faster. Even though your eyes are closed you can feel his gaze heavy on you.

You bite his tongue as it rolls over you again. The taste of blood in your mouth. Kakashi does not take his mouth away from yours, he does not stop moving inside of you, faster, deeper. You scratch his arms and rip his hair. How can it be different again? How is it different every single time? You can’t breathe, your mind is spinning. This is wonderful, terrible and wonderful. This body is now no longer in your control, it belongs to him. It was always his.

He lets you ride along for a while, enjoy and experience the way it feels with his fingers thick inside of you moving, but then he pulls it back and you let your body fall back on the sheets. Your heart is still beating in your ears and you have trouble breathing. Kakashi lets himself down from his arm too, his hand now framing your face. Incredible that your lips are not bruised from so much kissing. Maybe this truly is an addiction.

“See?” he smirks, your eyes and his locked into each other. “Yeah”, you reply and breathe in long and deeply to regain your composure. He squirms a bit and you can see the outline of his hard cock in his boxers. Your hand wanders down to touch it softly. “Can I do it too?”, you ask sheepishly. Kakashi sighs when you stroke over him, eyelids fluttering a little. When he speaks it is not more than a whisper: “Yes, you can. L-let me show you.” He pulls his own pants down and you get your first good look at how his cock looks like. Somehow you can’t help but blush at it. It’s such an intimate thing to see.

“Like.. this”, he takes your hand out of the air and places it around him so that you hold it in your hand. He is pulsing with anticipation at your touch, you notice, a little satisfied with that reaction. “You mean like this?”, you ask and move your hand up and down. He whines a little as you steady your movement. You put your free hand under his chin and move him up so that your lips can brush up against his, his heavy breath now on your face. If there is one thing you learned to perfection these past months it is how to immediately copy things he showed you

Your tongue searches for his, your fingers in his neck move him back to you each time he lets himself fall back. Kakashi has his eyes closed and this time you can see his face as you pleasure him. His cheeks are flushed red and his hands hold on to you like a lifeline. Precum smears over the side of your leg but you ignore it, continuously moving your hand up and down. Kakashi makes a low sound. “N-no, stop.” His eyes open just a little so he can look at you. “Stop?”, you ask, confused. He breathes in a few sharp breaths. “You are.. A bit harsh.”

“Oh god, sorry,” you let go immediately, but he catches your hand again. “No, see..” he places your hand once more, a bit higher than before, “..you have to be gentle, otherwise it might hurt.” He moves your hand for you and his eyelids fly shut at the first stroke. “Got it,” you say and he lets your hand go. You keep your hand loosely around him, but increase the speed of your strokes. Kakashi moans softly and you catch his lips again with yours. It is fun to see him like this, completely lost in feeling. Maybe he felt the same way when he could touch you.

His breathing intensifies, his hands fly over your breasts again, eyes still closed, and you increase the pace even further. Suddenly he opens his eyes and both his hands push your shoulders flat with your back onto the bed. “Wha-” you want to ask, but he is climbing on top of you, your hand is still holding him. The look on his face is strangely serious and different from his usual kind smile, his gaze makes you feel like you are burning on the inside. “Continue”, he growls, almost like an order, while his head is diving down to kiss you. You obey. His arms shake unsteady to your sides, but he holds himself upright.

When he finishes, Kakashi bites his lip first and then grunts a little. You watch his face as his body twitches above you. Liquid runs warm over your fingers and your belly, you move him along further and watch his lips quiver and arms shake. Nothing in your life has been as thrilling as seeing him like this right now. You can’t hold your smile back. Happy. So, so, so happy. He stops your hand with his and you let him go, careful to keep your arms to your side so as to not have anything run down. He sighs, for a moment just trying to compose himself, then he leaves the bed quickly to bring you something to clean yourself up.

Through low hung lids he watches you wipe everything away, his fingers playing with the hair on the back of your head. “I’m sorry, if I was too rough, I will improve”, you say, turning your head to him. “Hm”, he makes, voice heavy and tired. You kiss his nose and he slings his arm around you. Kakashi is asleep in a matter of seconds, well it is late after all. You stroke from his hair to his cheek to his arms down to his hips and take his figure in. Every inch of him is beautiful. You want to kiss it all, but you resist the urge. Let him rest. You close your eyes and press your body against his.

When you wake up it is dark night outside and you feel frozen all over. Sleeping naked without a cover was probably the easiest way to get yourself sick, you think. You look at him still sleeping next to you. Time to go. You slip back into your clothes quietly, making sure that you aren’t waking Kakashi from his sleep. He stirs a bit, reaching out to the place you were just laying in and you softly cover him with a blanket. You don’t want him to get sick if he is sleeping naked all night. You kiss him on the cheek softly. His lips are slightly parted open, breathing in and out and drool runs down his chin a little. There is no cuter sight in your eyes. But you have to go eventually. So you tear your eyes away and quietly leave the apartment through the door.

It is cold on the outside, a breeze blowing around your nose as you place the tiger mask back on top of it. It must be 3 am or so, faint voices tell you that there are some people still out drinking, gambling or doing other late night things. You stretch a little to relax your muscles and then you see him.

Not far ahead, maybe two houses down, sits a guy dressed in an ANBU outfit like yours. His mask seems to be a boar and he is staring right at you. The night guard, you think, shock pulsing through you like ice. He saw you come out, he had possibly seen you go in. If he had, he knows exactly how long you were inside and on top of it all, you exited the apartment without your mask on. Is he able to count two and two together?

You can feel your stomach turn as you slowly nod at him to acknowledge you have seen him. Boar pulls up a finger in the air to acknowledge you back. Please, you think, please don’t report this. You tear your gaze away from him and jump away to the next building, making your way back to your place of living.

#naruto #naruto shippuuden #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x you #nisi's bad fanfiction #so this was embarrassing to write because the pictures in my head just .. just killed me #aaaaaaaaah kakashi #also cant blame yamato for being done with this #3 chapters left after this hellooo im going to finish this actually who'd have thought #fanfiction things

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Daycare Attendants Need Training Too

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Mini Chapter - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Ah! Sorry for the long wait, but here’s the next chapter! Unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to do daily updates anymore even with my life calming down quite a bit.

But I hope you enjoy the chapter and the surprise I promised! If you haven’t seen it, here it is!

Here’s the AO3 link if you’d rather read it there!

The sight of the children had Sun gasping as his ray’s spun and he rapidly clapped his hands together. “New friends!” he cried, as he skipped forward to get a closer look at them all.

He couldn’t lie, he’d expected the children to be more interested in him at first but the 7 kids who’d run in seemed to zip off in all different directions. Sun was whirling around just to keep up with them all before he remembered he was connected to the cameras. Even with the chaos, Sun was ecstatic with this change until a red alert popped up that there was a mess. His wrists seemed to throb suddenly at the warning, but Sun pushed the memory away and cartwheeled away to clean the mess up.

‘Moon! Isn’t this exciting?’ Sun asked as he quickly stacked the barrels back in order. When he received no response, a sick feeling pooled in his gut, or at least it would have if he’d had one. Still it was unpleasant. ‘Moon?’ Sun tried again to ignore the feeling. Maybe Moon was just tired or so happy that there were children he’d passed out!

Sun couldn’t think about it any longer before another alert popped up. A child was about to fall off one of the play structures! Slightly panicked, Sun rushed over to see a child mostly hanging out of a large circle cut out.

“Don’t worry little one! Sun is here to keep you safe!” he called before easily climbing up, grabbing the child, and jumping down. As he set the child safely on the floor, he was again surprised when she bounded away without so much as a look to him. Was this normal? He’d never actually been around children, but he’d been programmed to believe they wouldn’t behave like this.

Sun checked the cameras then, nearly screeching in fear as he saw a child behind the security desk. He amazed himself at how quickly he ran to the desk, yet he couldn’t make himself go more than a foot near it.

“Little friend? We shouldn’t be over here! Let’s go play over there in the play structures instead!” Sun suggested nervously. What was he going to do if the child wouldn’t come with him?

Just as he’d feared, the child didn’t even look up at his call. If Sun wouldn’t have been shocked then he would have steered the child away from the buttons he was eyeing intently. Sun desperately didn’t want to find out what would happen to him if the child pressed buttons on the security desk under his watch.

“We can play anything you like! I know lots of games! We can play Hide-and-Seek or - or tag! There’s enough of us to play Red Rover! We could draw!” Sun’s voice was rising in desperation as he listed off games and activities rapidly. Still the child wouldn’t come with him or even acknowledge he was there.

He hated the idea, but Sun knew he was going to have to grab the child. He was slowly wandering to one of the edges of the desk. Sun could grab him then and maybe avoid being shocked! A thought popped into his head; if he was shocked while holding him, would the child be hurt? Sun didn’t want to risk hurting him, but he couldn’t leave the child behind the desk or else he’d be shocked for that too and the child could accidentally set the whole building into an emergency mode.

Artificially swallowing his nerves, Sun side stepped over to the edge and waited for the child to come closer. For someone who obviously didn’t want to do as Sun asked, he didn’t stop coming towards Sun. His blank stare at the desk was actually making Sun a little uncomfortable. Should children be making him uncomfortable?

Just as he’d feared, when Sun quickly swiped the child off the floor, he was given a shock. He tried to keep his pained sounds to himself and fought to not tighten his grip on the child, but did set him down as fast as he could. He sighed in relief to see the shock hadn’t affected the child at all as he ran off to the play structures.

A sudden wave of hurt crashed over him at the child’s lack of care for his obvious pain.

Immediately Sun felt ashamed. It was selfish to wish that he’d given Sun some acknowledgement that Sun had protected them both from getting in trouble. On top of that, he was the Daycare Attendant, not the children! He was supposed to take care of them!

There wasn’t time to think further on the moral crisis as another alert blipped across his eyes. Off he went to stack the barrels and then to help a stuck child and then to prevent one from jumping in the ballpit. Sun almost wasn't able to stop a little girl from going out of the front door of the daycare. His arms had been just long enough to scoop her up and set her down on the floor near the bridge. He’d been shocked for it even when only his hands had left the daycare and yet again the girl only ran off without a word.

Mrs. Beverly, her team, and Carl didn’t say anything as Sun struggled to manage 7 children who only seemed intent on getting into trouble. Sun was starting to suspect they didn’t even want to play, which hurt his feelings just a little.

It was only after Sun had been shocked several more times over the course of about 2 hours that Mrs. Beverly said, “That’s enough. End the review.”

Carl pulled the remote out again and pressed the button. Sun’s vision blinked out again and when it came on, the children were gone. He collapsed to his knees before he could think too hard about it, shaking hands clutched to his chest as he tried to collect himself.

His thoughts had been so scattered between monitoring the cameras and the children constantly endangering themselves. The shocks certainly hadn’t helped and his head was actually hurting from the fear of one of the children straying too close to the light switch.

He was so tired.

“Sun!” Mrs. Beverly called.

Sun jumped to his feet at her call and skipped out from behind the smaller play structure where one of the children had been climbing the wall from the outside. “Yes ma’am?” he asked with a salute that was more lazy than usual.

“We’re done for the day. Kneel down so Mr. Hill can re-enable your light sensor,” she ordered coldly, though her eyes followed his shaking hands before going back to his face.

“Yes ma’am!” Sun was just happy for the excuse to not stand.

While Carl worked, Sun began wondering about where the children had gone. Then, a realization made him freeze fearfully. He hadn’t scanned any of the children’s faces to log them as enrolled in the daycare. That was the first thing he was supposed to do! His fingers laced together to try and hide their increased shaking.

Maybe Mrs. Beverly hadn’t noticed? Or maybe he’d gotten lucky and the process was now automated! She hadn’t shocked him when he hadn’t done it after all.

As soon as Carl stepped away, putting something in his pocket, Mrs. Beverly came forward with a different remote. Sun couldn’t stand to look at her, yet as his gaze moved everyone but to her, he could tell she knew.

Panicking, he shot up to his feet, putting his hands together to beg, “Please, Mrs. Beverly! I was just overwhelmed! Next time I won’t forget!”

She simply stared at him. “Forget what Sun?” By her tone, he could tell she knew exactly what.

“I won’t forget to sca - scan the children’s faces!” he said nervously.

“Oh yes, scanning their faces. One of the only methods of security we have for the children placed in here,” she snarled dangerously, glaring at Sun and turning a dial on the remote.

“And you.”

Sun cried out as she pressed the button and he was shocked. He gasped when it stopped, legs shaking under his weight.

“Forgot.”

Sun screeched as his knees gave out and he fell. His fingers were curled into tight balls from the terrible shock. He gasped shakily when it stopped, one hand flying out to stop him from fully tipping over.

“Don’t forget again.”

“Y - Yes ma’am.”

Sun was relieved when she walked away with, “We’re done for the day.”

When he was alone, he allowed himself to fully sink to the floor, curled on his side while he tried to ignore the tremors racing across his body.

‘Moon?’

‘Sun!’

There was so much Sun wanted to say, but he was so tired. Moon spoke before he could though.

‘Sun, those children weren’t real!’

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's: security breach #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #daycare attendant #fnaf sunrise #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon #sun centric #hurt/comfort #whump #electrocution #conditioning #angst #fanfiction #chapter 7

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 9

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language + mentions of sensitive topics Warnings: Referenced past abuse. Does not go into detail. Notes: Longest Serenade chapter yet at 4k+ words! Bit of angst, majority is fluffy fluffer fluff though. Next chapter is maximum h*rny, with two versions depending on reader, uh, equipment. EDIT: Forgot to put title, like dumbass. Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy, Pt. 7: Harmony, Pt. 8: Obbligato

Chapter 9: Berceuse

(Berceuse: A lullaby. Generally slow and undulating.)

One moment you’re playing the piano, lovingly demonstrating a song you’d like Daniela to learn, the next you’re blue screening as she places a teasing kiss to your neck. It takes all of your willpower to keep playing, improvising a way to end the song right then and there. Then you’re turning to Daniela, eyes wide, blushing hard. She’s giggling. When she regains her composure, you give her a confused expression.

“I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve made real eye contact with me all morning. What gives?” She asked, frowning slightly. Awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck, you avoid her gaze, doing little else than proving her point. This frustrates her, and she lets out an aggravated sigh. I should probably tell her what happened, you think, dreading the idea. Still, the two of you had been making an effort to communicate better. What kind of partner would you be if you didn’t tell her about her mother’s intervention?

“Okay, okay… I wasn’t sure how to bring this up, but if I’m being this obvious about it anyway…” You started, trailing off anxiously. In response, Daniela places one of her hands over yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Though your face somehow gets even redder, the action gives you the courage required to continue. “I had another progress update meeting with your mother yesterday. I was worried, since this was the first one where you weren’t present, but I didn’t- I mean, er… Fuck it, she knows you’re interested in me. Doesn’t think we’re already together, thank God, but she told me, and I quote, that my response should be ‘swift and uninterested’. What are-” before you can finish you’re cut off by a loud groan, followed by your girlfriend cradling her head in her hands. Yeah, you think, this is about what I expected.

“Of course she did! I can’t have anything nice,” Daniela snapped, having gone from ten to sixty real quick. You’re just glad that she wasn’t taking it out on the piano. “How would she even know about us? I only stare at you when she’s not looking!” Oh? Since when did she stare at you? Certainly if Lady Dimitrescu had noticed, you would have as well?... Then again, the few times where all three of you were in the same room usually involved you working while they chatted or ate together. Still, the idea of Daniela making heart eyes at you from across the room was enough to make you blush again. “Look, she’s probably making some assumptions. There’s no way she knows as much as she thinks she does, at least not about us. So let’s just be careful- ugh, I sound like Bela- and otherwise keep doing what we do. Alright, songbird?”

“If you’re sure, then so am I. Let’s try to focus on our lesson for now, though,” you replied, doing your best to sound confident. Hoping to add in a little reassurance, you give Daniela a quick peck on the cheek. Unsurprisingly she ‘dodges’, instead kissing you on the lips, but you hardly mind at all. When she pulls back she’s got a huge grin on her face.

“Lesson now, fun later, got it. Speaking of later… You and me, inside the library, right after lunch. I’ll tell mother we’re going over theory and key recognition, but really-” she leans in close, mouth barely an inch from your ear “it’s a date. Don’t worry about getting caught, I’ve already made sure that neither Bela nor Cassandra will interrupt.” Your heart skipped a few beats at her suggestion, and you had to admit… you were beyond excited for this. When was the last time you had gone on an actual date? Years ago, just a month before you left your hometown and moved to the village. That had been a date you’d spend the rest of your life regretting… then again, it was what made you leave in the first place. And if you hadn’t left, you’d have never met Daniela.

Maybe it hadn’t been that bad after all.

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Four minutes past one in the morning, you shuffled nervously towards the library, with note cards in hand. Even if you weren’t really going to help Daniela study, you wanted to be prepared in case you bumped into anyone along the way. After all, this was the night shift, when most of the servants were up and about, accomplishing any tasks deemed ‘too noisy’ to be done while the manor occupants slept. Thankfully, the fact that lunch had just finished meant a fair amount of workers would be busy cleaning up the dining hall. In the end, you only passed one other servant, but it was the only one you hadn’t felt confident about running into: Daphne.

Despite your long-standing friendship (having known each other in the village, and being brought to the castle within the same week), you had yet to tell her about your relationship with Daniela. Which by itself wouldn’t have been too bad, if not for the fact that she could tell you were hiding something from her. This had, understandably, put a damper on your friendship. From her perspective, there was nothing you shouldn’t be able to tell her. Even you weren’t sure if you should be more honest, all things considered. There was no way she’d ever tell someone else about your situation. But if one day you got in trouble for lying to Lady Dimitrescu… and somehow someone figured out that Daphne knew too, well, she’d be just as fucked as you, if not more so. After all, there was a chance that Daniela’s affection for you would lead to a lighter punishment. Not that being exiled into the forest was much better than being flat out killed.

So when you saw Daphne heading towards you, you tried to get by with a simple smile and a brief wave.

“Aren’t you even going to say hi?” Daphne asked, tone stiff but filled with disappointment. It catches you off guard, to the point where you drop your note cards. Immediately you’re squatting down, gathering them up, taking the excuse not to look at your friend. She doesn’t move to assist, instead pausing in the hallway to watch you. “We were supposed to stick together, you know? But it’s like becoming Lady Daniela’s little plaything made you think you’re better than the rest of us. Better than me.” That last part was barely more than a whisper, and you freeze in place, hand still hovering over one of the cards. “I shouldn’t have said anything, it doesn’t matter. Just try not to get yourself killed, alright? I don’t want to be the one to clean up your corpse.”

“Daphne, wait, please!” You said, finally moving to your feet, blocking your friend’s path. When she looks at you, you can just barely make out tears in the corners of her soft blue eyes. “I’m sorry, really. I… I can’t tell you what’s going on because I can’t risk getting you in trouble. You’re my best friend, Daph, and I don’t want anything happening to you just because I was doing something reckless.”

“Do you really think I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you?” Daphne questioned, with a bitter laugh. She’s shaking her head in disbelief, even as you stare at her, shell shocked. “Maybe the others haven’t caught on yet, but I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’m not oblivious to the way you talk about her. I figured you’d tell me eventually… It’s been weeks, though. More than that, I mean seriously, don’t you think I’d go down for you in a heartbeat? There was a time where I was sure the two of us would do anything for each other, ride or die when the dying part was a guaranteed end to all of this. Something tells me that’s not the case anymore.” Now she refuses to meet your gaze, instead staring down at what few note cards still lay on the floor.

“That’s still the case, I promise. It’s hard enough to look past what our employers do to strangers. If they hurt you? I’d never dream of forgetting, let alone forgiving them,” you explained. It’s enough to make her look back up, but she’s far from smiling.

“If that’s the case, maybe I’m looking at the wrong signals. But I’ve got to go, and I assume you do too. Take care,” she said, before slipping past you as quickly as she can. Then you’re left to gather the last of your note cards, mind whirling. Cruel as the thought may be, you hoped that this wouldn’t ruin the mood for your date. The best your mind could do to cope was focus on one thing at a time…

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“Are you sure this is safe? I can’t even remember how many times I’ve been told to keep this door shut, under the threat of, you know, losing my life,” you called out, hanging out in the doorway. Beyond you by a few meters was Daniela, who twirled about with laughter, reaching out to catch a few falling leaves. This was the entrance to the garden, as far as you could tell. Not to be confused with the vineyard, which was larger, as well as on a completely different side of the estate. You had never been to either, seeing as only a select few servants were allowed to leave the manor. If Daniela hadn’t made it seem like you’d be staying in the library, well, you probably would have protested a little, regardless of how badly you wanted to go on a real date. Even when you had met up with her, she hadn’t told you any details, just laughing and asking you to follow her.

“Don’t be a baby! We’re still a few weeks away from autumn, and besides, you’re here with me! What could possibly go wrong?” Daniela asked, sending you a cheeky grin before dashing off into the garden proper. For a moment you’re left on the threshold, a picnic basket in your arms, wondering what the season had to do with your safety. Then you sigh, figuring that it couldn’t be that bad. Hadn’t your girlfriend mentioned this to Bela, anyway? Certainly the responsible older sister would have stepped in if something genuinely dangerous had been suggested? Well, you hoped as much, at least. With that in mind you close the door behind you, then dashed towards where Daniela had gone. Even as you round the corner, you don’t see her, and suddenly you’re nervous as hell. Before you can call out to her, the sound of rustling leaves catches your attention. Suddenly something jumps out at you! “Rah! Gotcha, babe!”

Ah, of course it was your girlfriend, clearly pulling a leaf from Cassandra’s book. You playfully smack her arm in response, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded. Humorous intentions aside, she had legitimately scared you, and you had nearly dropped your basket in response. Before you can say as much, Daniela’s hooking her arm in yours so she can pull you further into the gardens.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute, firefly,” you muttered, a tad grumpy now. Most of your irritation was false, however, intended to tease your girlfriend. For a moment she doesn’t seem to realize that, and she stops in place. Once her eyes meet yours she understands what’s going on. Then she’s grinning, sticking her tongue out at you, and continuing down the path. Soon enough you’re approaching a paved brick circle. All around it, minus where it meets the walkway, are various flowers in bloom. Past the flowers are bushes, and past those are trees, whose branches provide a canopy for the circle. “Wow… and I thought you were pretty,” you teased, admiring the view.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Daniela lets out an offended scoff, before taking the basket from you. Wordlessly she opens it up to grab the blankets within, spreading them without sparing you a glance. Now it’s your turn to wonder whether or not her anger is just a joke. Hoping so, you help her smooth out the blankets, making sure the two of you have ample space to spread out. At one point both of you reach for the basket at the same time, and she just grabs your hand instead, squeezing it. Next thing you know she’s pulling you down onto the blankets, rolling on top of you.

“Come here often?” She asked. Then, unsurprisingly, the two of you kiss. Both of your arms wrap around her waist, holding her as close as you can. One of her hands cups your cheek, the other resting on the ground to support herself, for ‘optimal makeout angles’. It’s a minute of bliss before she has to pull back for air. Instead of pulling away entirely, she shifts down a notch, resting her head against your chest. “Mmm… so comfortable. I could just… fall… asleep…” Daniela murmured, pretending to be sleepy. You can’t help but laugh, chest obviously shaking in as you do. “No! Pillows aren’t supposed to vibrate.”

“Are you sure about that?” You asked, only laughing harder.

“They don’t talk, either,” Daniela replied, huffing as she does. When you keep laughing, she rises to a sitting position, much to your disappointment. “So you have chosen death? So be it. I’ll just eat these candies myself, then.” With that said, she digs into the picnic basket, retrieving a bag of chocolates. Pouting, you reach out to try and yoink one away from her. Rather deftly, she pulls them away, sticking her tongue out at you before tossing a couple in her mouth. Determined, you surge forward, trying to catch her off guard, only to (somehow) end up face down in her lap. “Exactly like I planned, songbird. Now get comfy, alright?”

One of her hands trails fingers through your hair as you semi-awkwardly roll over. Now you’re facing up, watching your girlfriend practically inhale a few pieces of chocolate. But now she seems more inclined to share. She plucks one more from the bag, offering it to you by holding it in front of your mouth. Gladly you open up, and she drops the chocolate, before giving you a small ‘boop’ on the nose. Both of you laugh, then, a sound that sparks warmth in your chest. This was… nice. Relaxing. Not only were the two of you allowed to be as open with your affection as you wanted, it was the first time in ages that you had actually been outside, able to enjoy the sunlight.

Several minutes pass by like this, with Daniela feeding you (and herself) candies, both of you taking time to appreciate the scenery. Eventually the bag of chocolates becomes close to empty, and you see your girlfriend have an ‘oh crap’ moment.

“I was going to save some of these for you to smuggle into your quarters, damn it… guess you’ll just have to refuse to share, babe,” she said, shrugging a little. Then she sets the bag aside, now devoting both of her hands to playing with your hair. “Guess I’ll just have to find something else to keep my tongue occupied. Know any volunteers?”

“Hmm… I would, but it’s reeeaaaaaallllllly comfortable down here,” you teased in reply. Suddenly her hands are taken out of your hair, and you can just barely see that they’re positioned on her hips. She’s pouting at you, very similar to how you’ve seen her mother do, yellow eyes betraying her mischief. What exactly did she have planned?

“Really, songbird? I take you out, give you a wonderful place to rest, hand feed you chocolates… and you won’t even kiss me? When was the last time you even got to do something like this?” She asked, perking an eyebrow. The question is innocent enough. The answer, however, is not. Even with your head in her lap, you cannot fight off the brief sense of panic as your mind flashes into the past. It takes a deep breath, a few blinks, and a reassuring touch from Daniela for you to calm back down. “Songbird?... Hey, hey, it’s okay, I didn’t- I don’t know what happened. But we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, we can just…” She trails off, sounding unsure of herself, and you feel a pang of guilt. Was it finally time to come clean?... Yeah, yeah it was.

“It’s fine, I promise. I just… I need to sit up for this,” you explained, begrudgingly rising out of her lap. But she doesn’t let you pull away entirely, a hand guiding you to sit right up against her. Then she gently wraps an arm around you. Leaning into her touch, you rest your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “It’s kind of a long story, firefly… But this has happened often enough that I need to tell you. At least part of it. So, well… When I was younger, I, uh, I read a lot of romance novels, watched a lot of movies. Not even the good ones, really. And I didn’t- I couldn’t think through them. Couldn’t analyze it the way I needed to. So I didn’t get a good grasp of what a healthy relationship looked like. My, uh, my folks weren’t keen on demonstrating one for me, either…

“Before I came to the village, I was, well, uh, the thing is you might not like this part? And you’re not gonna like the next part, either. Just… listen to the end, please,” you pleaded, waiting for an acknowledgment before continuing. “I was engaged, as in to be married, to a woman I had known for most of my life. We were neighbors, and had gone to school together, and everyone thought we were the cutest couple. Hell, for the longest time I thought that. We weren’t, though. She was-” Daniela tenses a bit, though remains silent- “manipulative, sometimes aggressive. Anytime there was an argument, she made herself into the victim, told me that I was crazy. She wanted to make all the decisions about our relationship for me, and I just… I didn’t question it. Not even after she proposed, when my only reason for saying yes was because we were in public, with friends, and she clearly assumed that I’d agree. I tried to tell her that I wasn’t ready, that maybe we were going too fast, but she tuned me out.

“I didn’t even think about running until our final date. That was the first, and the only, time that she ever… that she ever-” a few tears spill from the corners of your eyes- “got physical with me. She’d broken things before, for sure, but I never thought she’d hurt me.” Daniela rubs your back gently, her breathing a little shaky. Evidently she hated hearing about this as much as you hated talking about it. Somehow that made it a little easier to talk through. “The next day she had to work early, so I just packed up my things, went over to my parents’ house and told them what happened. For once they actually agreed, if you can believe it. Told me to get the hell out of town, said that they’d deal with my fiance, and our relatives, so that I didn’t have to worry about anything when I came back. It was less than a full day before I drove away from everything I had ever known, promising my folks that someday I’d be back. Didn’t settle down until half the continent was behind me, not ‘til I was here at the village.”

There were a couple moments of silence as Daniela waited to make sure you had finished talking. Then she’s kissing the top of your head, shaking a little more noticeably now, murmuring reassurances that you can’t quite understand. Again you lean into her touch, indescribably thankful for her comforting presence. Fuck, you think, I probably ruined the date… so much for spending quality time with my lil firefly. When the silence breaks, it does so softly, slowly, a careful opening rather than a forceful push.

“Why would you give me a second chance? After what I did to you?” Daniela asked, voice barely audible, her head still resting atop yours. It’s not the response you expected. Not in the slightest. You pull away slightly, to look her in her eyes, heart aching at the tear stains on her cheeks. Even though you want to give her an answer that will bring her peace, your mind draws little more than a blank. Why had you given her a chance? You had wanted to be with her, without doubt, even before Cassandra and Bela intervened. Even after every time that she reminded you of your past…

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t learned anything from what’s happened,” you started, uncertainty clear in your tone. “Or maybe it’s because you looked… regretful. You didn’t enjoy what you did, and I saw it in your eyes. And… and then you did something about it. If you hadn’t shown remorse, or if I genuinely believed that you might do something like that again, we wouldn’t be here right now. I mean, in that case your sisters probably would have killed me for turning you down, but that’s not entirely relevant right now, is it?” You’re rambling a little, stuttering over your own words. Still, somehow it makes Daniela laugh, and relief floods your chest. Soon enough you’re curled up against her once more.

“Hey,” she said, after a minute of comfortable silence. “Thank you for showing me what romance is supposed to be.” Then she’s leaning in for a kiss, and you’re responding eagerly, unable to stop yourself from smiling. This time it’s your hand that runs through her hair as you pull her in as close as you can. To your surprise, she does pull away a tad earlier than usual. But there’s a grin on her lips, and she looks satisfied as hell. “Definitely more of that, soon. There’s just one more thing we have to do, to make this date perfect, you know? I may or may not have, kind of, written you something? You’re not allowed to laugh, though!”

“When have I ever laughed at you?” You asked, teasing, literally laughing as you speak. In response, Daniela scowls, making a point to look away in feign protest. “Joking, joking… I’ve just, you know, never had someone write me something before. Kinda don’t know how to react, really. Other than blushing real hard-” which you were doing- “and trying to play off my excitement with humor. But I promise I won’t laugh, even if you start with something like ‘roses are red, violets are blue’ or end with something like ‘just us in bed, doing the do’. Please tell me that’s not what you wrote, though?”

“Now that you mention it, maybe that should be what I recite. Sounds exactly like the sort of thing that would get me laid,” Daniela joked, rolling her eyes at you. Then she’s tugging a loose piece of paper out of the picnic basket, unfolding it to reveal a well-worn surface and hand-written text. She hesitates for a moment, glancing up at you, before taking a deep breath. When she speaks it’s clear just how nervous she is. But with every line she gains a measure of confidence, by the end acting her usual confident self.

Step from the shadows, weary corners of my mind Encased in old thoughts, brought into new life Like ashes rising from tombs housing the divine

Spinning webs as I descend, from the cradle of heaven From the dead I have risen, blessed be the gift I’m given Only from your haunting call do I embrace living

Catching the corners of my lips turning up All my years I’ve felt, but never this much Quietly writhing, begging for your softest touch

The pursuit of unintentional romance left abandoned Whispering love-locked tales to be consumed Sweeter than every facade I have ever imagined

Come closer now, into my arms, heart embraced Trailing fingers over scars, sewing lines traced Tell me love, “we shall last until the end of days”

At first, all you can do in response is stare at her, expression filled with affection. Inside your chest your heart was racing, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this warm. Reaching out, you take one of Daniela’s hands in your own, grinning as soon as her gaze meets yours. Both of you are blushing rather hard. Then she sets the poem down, eyes never leaving yours for even a second. You try to stutter out a few words, but find your tongue tied, and so you settle for placing your forehead against hers. The two of you stay like that for a few loving moments. When you part, it is only to come back together, this time in a tight hug.

“One helluva date, yeah?” Daniela asked, looking incredibly proud of herself. You can’t help but nod enthusiastically in response, honestly happier than you had felt in years. “Well, I will have to let you get back to work soon, unfortunately… but we have a few minutes, at least. Besides, having to part will only make tonight all the more sweeter.” At that you pause, confused, tilting your head to the side. Realizing that she must have gotten ahead of herself, Daniela blushes before elaborating. “You, me, my room. Tonight, right after your shift ends.”

You could hardly wait.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #please tell me if the poem is any good #seriously pleaaaaaaseeeee #or just tell me what your favorite line from the whole chap is #that's always what I want to know #feedback wise

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character x character

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Synopsis

ratings are bracketed: e.g. [g], [t], [m], [e]

[g] - appropriate for general audiences [t] - appropriate for audiences 13+ [m] - contains non-graphic adult themes [e] - explicit, 18+ readers only

🌸 = personal faves

characters x reader: no ship (1), aizawa (2), bakugou (12), endeavor (1), iida (2), kaminari (1), kirishima (4), midoriya (7), shinsou (2), todoroki (19)

Everything is in alphabetical order <3

no ship

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

The results are in and your class is all with you as you process the results

aizawa x reader

Stress Relief | [e] | 3k | smut

There's a new regulation that forces you to take an extra class before you can graduate college. When you learn that Eraserhead is teaching the class, you’re a little more interested.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

Aizawa reminds that you were prepared for this and, together, you can handle it.

bakugou x reader

Can’t Find My Breath | [e] | 4.2k | smut 🌸

At the beginning of the day, Ground Zero was just another hero you wrote articles about. Now it’s nighttime and you’ve just left a bar together. Companion to The Rest with No Sound

Christmas Cold | [g] | 1k | fluff

You and Katsuki manage to make it to your parents' house for the holidays, but you've come down with a little cold.

Doing Something Right | [e] | 1.8k | smut

You’re pregnant and happily enjoying domestic bliss when Katsuki comes in, unable to resist you.

Frustration | [e] | 3.1k | smut

request. After a long day of work, Katsuki comes home frustrated and you, suffering from a different kind of frustration yourself, know exactly what will help you both.

Gorgeous | [e] | 1.5k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask. When you have a negative response to Katsuki touching you in a moment of insecurity, he intends to do whatever he can to alleviate your fears.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

Magic | [e] | 2.2k | smut

request. Katsuki comes home early and catches you...taking care of yourself.

Miniskirts | [e] | 0.8k | smut 🌸

After a long day, Katsuki takes a shower and his thoughts turn to you.

On the Job | [e] | 4.5k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You.

The Rest with No Sound | [t] | 8.5k | slow burn, fluff 🌸

Bakugou thinks that people who wake up not remembering where they are are idiots. This is confirmed when it happens to him, head aching from a night of drinking. Idiot. But when he looks over, and sees you there, he realizes he doesn’t remember anything. So he has to gather the scattered pieces from the day before to figure out exactly how he ended up with you. Companion to Can’t Find My Breath

Stay | [g] | 2.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

ask. The last thing you want to do on a rough day is worry Bakugou with your problems. So you try to hide it. You should have known better.

Steamy | [e] | 2.7k | smut

request. You're a pro hero, rising in the ranks and, happy though he is for you, Katsuki's old jealousy begins to roil. After you've been paraded around all evening as one of Japan's finest, Katsuki finds himself feeling more than a little possessive, and can't help himself from taking you as his.

Steel and Lace | [e] | 3.8k | smut

The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

endeavor x reader

When the Smoke Clears | [e] | 17.4k | slow burn, smut

Soulmate AU. After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

iida x reader

Broken Glass | [g] | 1.8k | fluff, mild comfort

request. In a quirk-related accident you find yourself surrounded by shattered glass. Worst of all, most of that glass is from every single pair of your boyfriend’s glasses.

Flotsam, Jetsam, Lagan, and Derelict | [g] | 1.5k | hurt/comfort

ask. Trying to hide a panic attack from your boyfriend isn’t easy when he’s right next to you. But you’re determined to suffer alone.

kaminari x reader

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

You share your unsteady hope with Kaminari.

kirishima x reader

Silhouette | [e] | 1.8k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask. Before a gala, you’re stuck in the mirror, caught on all your old body insecurities. Kiri comes in and loves you regardless.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

We’ll See | [g] | 6.3k | gen, light romance 🌸

demisexual!Reader. After a fateful meeting, you and Kirishima keep running into each other. And although he’s so nice, you fear the fact that he might be interested in you. Even though all you want is, for once, to let yourself be happy and maybe fall in love, you can’t seem to be able to.

What We Look For | [t] | 15.5 | slow burn

Last time, you and Kirishima became friends—nothing more, nothing less. The idea of being something more sounds nice. But you can’t. You just can’t. So you won’t. Whatever happens will be on your own terms. Sequel to We'll See

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Kirishima freaks out while you experience a numb calm. You meet in the middle.

midoriya x reader

Bad Days | [g] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

Izuku helps you get out of bed.

Sunlight | [e] | 2.1k | smut 🌸

request. An early afternoon in bed with your husband, Izuku.

Surprised, Just Once | [e] | 5k | smut

request. You were planning on just another predictable night out with the girls. What you got was much, much more.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.3k | hurt/comfort

Izuku holds you close while you watch the results.

Multiple unrelated oneshots with Deku with an s/o with an eating disorder | ask

Gratitude | [t] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

After having been with Izuku a while, you’re suffering a relapse and he helps you through with some gratitude practices on date night.

Picnic | [t] | 1.8k | hurt/comfort

Izuku surprises you with a picnic on your second date, much to your horror.

A Start | [t] | 1.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

You ask Izuku for help when you realize you need it.

Trust Yourself | [t] | 2.3k | hurt/comfort

Shortly after moving in together, Izuku learns of your struggles and tries his best to comfort and encourage you.

shinsou x reader

Passing the Night Stars | [g] | 3.2k | hurt/comfort

The party was neon and you needed darkness.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Shinsou helps you prioritize yourself.

todoroki x reader

All Dressed Up | [e] | 4.6k | smut 🌸

quarantine fic. It’s been months since you’ve dressed up, felt pretty, and felt seen by anyone. Your husband’s birthday is a perfect excuse to get all dressed up. And then take it right off.

All the Wasted Time | [e] | 3.2k | smut, fluff

Three months ago, you’d been ripped from Shouto’s side with something less than a love confession, something more than a show of feelings. Now that you’re back, you’re eager to make up for lost time. Siberia sequel, First Snow prequel

Bad Days | [g] | 0.9k | hurt/comfort 🌸

Shouto comforts you when your demons arrive unexpectedly.

First Snow | [g] | 2.2k | fluff

A year after the events in Siberia, you and Shouto are happily together, and it’s the first snow of the year. Siberia and All the Wasted Time sequel

On the Job | [e] | 3.4k | smut 🌸

You. Sequel to On the Job (Bakugou); can be read alone

Siberia | [e] | 13.8k | pining/angst, smut, fluff 🌸

On the field, you and Todoroki are rising stars amongst hero pairings. Off the field…you’re kind of in love with him. After a successful capture, you’re boss brings you in to let you know you’re being sent on assignment in foreign country…alone. Before you leave, you have to act. You’re not partners anymore, after all. And with a little liquid courage you do. Then, the next morning, you still have to leave. All the Wasted Time and First Snow prequel.

Worth it | [t] | 0.3k | gen

The morning after with your boyfriend, Shouto.

2021 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.5k | hurt/comfort

The stress of election day comes back swiftly during the Georgia runoff and Todoroki’s quick to notice.

all works below are within the world of the a spare heart series:

A series about a fem, American reader who had to transfer to U.A. partway through second year. You’re there to become a hero, that much is obvious, but why else did you come? And, more importantly, what—or who—makes you stay?

timeline

may, year two:

- reader finishes junior year of American high school early

- reader transfers to u.a. from the united states

The Meeting | [g] | 0.1k | gen

Reader meets Tokoyami for the first time. Sequel to first impressions from my wip list

Hollow Victory | [g] | 9.6k | gen, action

chapter 1 | chapter 2

You transferred to U.A. from America two weeks ago. No one has found out your quirk yet. Today, they’re going be meeting it head on and you have the advantage: surprise.

june, year two:

Illiterate | [g] | 2.1k | fluff, comfort

Being unable to read Japanese makes you feel so stupid. And who comes into the common room after midnight just as you’re about to cry? The boy who hasn’t spoken to you in three weeks.

sequels

The Offering | [g] | 0.4k | fluff, gen.

The Mission (Shouto POV) | [g] | 0.3k | fluff, gen., silly

september, year two:

Impetus | [g] | 2.1k | friendship

Ever since Shinsou found out what your quirk was, the two of you have been each other’s best friends and confidantes. But when he turns a casual training session into a tease over your supposed crush on someone in your class, that trust might just break.

january, year two:

This Clock Never Seemed So Alive | [g] | 1.2k | fluff, comfort

You and your boyfriend, Shouto, always walk to class together, but today you haven’t yet left your dorm. When he checks on you, he finds you awake, but curled on your side, suffering from period cramps.

sequels

The Questions (drabble) | [g] | 0.1k | gen.

The Sweetness (double drabble) | [g] | 0.2k | fluff, comfort

february, year three:

Between Fear and Guilt | [t] | 2.5k | light angst, comfort

You and Shouto only started being intimate a couple months back, but you’re already experiencing a dry spell. Today you’re going to figure out what’s up with your boyfriend once and for all.

fifteen years after graduation

Something Perfect | [e] | 3.7k | smut, fluff

After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.

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* Your legs dangle beneath you as you continuously bump your head against the tree trunk hoping the contact will knock some sense into you

* It doesn’t even hurt, barley a tickle.

* You decided that the safest, and least embarrassing, place for you right now was up a 100 foot tall tree.

* You came here for some peace and quiet, to get away from everyone and sort out your thoughts

* Not that it matters since half the coven has been up here to talk to you

* Carlisle came first, though you’re betting he pulled the “dad” card so he could go first.

* “Lovely view.”

* “Hmm” you mumble

* He lets out a deep sigh, and you hate yourself for not making this easier for him.

* “So I heard that you and Edward had a .... romantic encounter.”

* You laugh

* “A romantic encounter,” you repeat, you look at Carlisle who mirrors your smile.

* “Edward does that too” He mumbles. Carlisle doesn’t miss the way you stiffen at the mention of his name.

* A long, deep sigh escapes him

* “I just want you to know that it’s fine,” He’s sitting far away from you on the branch, partially because of your powers and partially because he understands you want space.

* “You’re two healthy vampires and I understand you have needs-“

* “Oh my god Carlisle please don’t tell me you’re giving me “the talk” right now on a tree branch” you’re mortified but you’re laughing

* “I just want you to know that however you choose to proceed, I love and support you.”

* And then Carlisle does something he hasn’t done in a decade,

* he inches closer, breaking into your personal bubble and gives you a kiss on the forehead and a pat on your shoulder

* You smile after he leaps down and runs back to the house

* He hasn’t done something like that since he found you in Volterra, newly turned and asking to die.

* Truly a compassionate man.

* Rosalie’s the next one, she actually calls your attention from the ground

* “I brought you some blood in case you’re hungry” she shouts, holding up a thermos with what you assume is blood.

* You sigh, it looks like you won’t be getting much space

* She leaves just as much space as Carlisle when she sits by you on the branch

* “Nice view up here huh?” She even cups a hand over her eyes to see further

* This family and small talk

* “Do you want to talk about it?” She finally asks after a long moment of silence.

* You shake your head

* “Not really” she nods, lacing her fingers together on her lap. There’s another long moment of silence

* “Does everyone know?” She raises an eyebrow and you clarify

*“That Edward felt that way I mean.”

* Rosalie gives you a smirk that basically says, ‘I thought you didn’t want to talk about it’, but she doesn’t tease you any further.

*She lets out a long sigh and looks down to her hands

* “Remember that time you came to our house for the first time to play monopoly?”

*You nod.

*“Most of us pieced it together back then”

* You sigh, all the way since back then?

* It’s been over a decade.

* “Mostly because we usually don’t have board game nights, and Edward asked if we could so he could have an excuse to bring you over”

* That dork.

*You can’t help but smile.

* Of course Edward saw how lonely you were in that house and decided to find an excuse to get you five other friends.

* Another long moment of silence passes

* “Look I- I know Edward is my brother and I would be thrilled if you guys got together-“

*she places her hand on top of yours.

* “But I want you to know that I love you, and if you decide that’s not what you want, then that’s okay.”

* Her eyes are so kind, she gives you a gentle smile.

* “No matter what you decide, I’ll still love you, you’re still my best friend-my (sister/brother).”

* You feel your eyes sting and you nod, you give her a weak smile and she sighs wrapping you in a hug.

* “I’ll come back later with more blood” she caresses your face before jumping down, running back to the house

* As soon as she’s out of sight you feel your branch bend down

* “Great view, you see any bears yet?” Emmett asks and you sigh, swirling the cap of your thermos off

* “Care for a drink Emmett?”

* “Well don’t mind if I do”

* Out of all of them, you think you like Emmett’s interaction the best

* He doesn’t talk about Edward, just makes conversation with you like nothing is wrong, like you’re staying up this tree like a stranded cat because it’s fun

* “I heard you kissed a bunch of people at the party” you groan and put your face in your hands

* “I was drinking, I guess I drank too much, and made some questionable decision.”

* He grins and pats your shoulder

* “It’s not that big of a deal, we’ve all been there. Besides I thought it was pretty bad ass.”

* You smile, of course he would.

* Emmett doesn’t sit far away from you like the others, he sits beside you and swings his arm over your shoulder bringing you into a hug.

* “Don’t stress out about things too much up here, and when you’re ready don’t be embarrassed to come home.” He plants a kiss in your hair before swooping down

* That’s your big brother for you

* It’s not more than ten minutes until you feel the branch away again

* “Oh my god, can’t I have just a minute-“ the words die in your throat when you turn to see who’s sitting next to you.

* “Oh, hey Edward.”

* He’s sitting just as far as Carlisle and Rosalie were, if not further, he offers you a brief smile.

* A long moment of silence fills the air and you gulp

* “It’s a real nice view huh?” You say,

* oh geez now you’re the one talking about the view

* “Yeah it’s beautiful.” Edward’s not looking at the view, he’s looking at you, and the implication makes you even more flustered than you are.

* You watch Edward, he’s so happy he’s glowing. Every few seconds a smile will creep onto his face only for him to force it into a frown, only for it to twitch back into a smile again.

* You laugh.

* “You’re doing that thing where you can’t hide how happy you are.”

* Edward openly grins once you say that.

* “You’re happy too, I can feel it all the way from here.” He says holding a hand out.

* Ah your powers are leaking through

* Looks Rosalie and Carlisle just wanted to look serious when they were here

* “Of course I’m happy”

* He told you he loved you, how could you not be happy?

* He basically confirmed your wildest wishes and hopes.

* This is the happiest you’ve ever been

* “I don’t understand why you’re sitting up here honestly,” he shakes his head boyish smile curling onto his face as his eyes stay focused on the horizon. “I know you feel the same way as I do”

* He’s right, you do feel the same as him.

* Maybe for just as long as he has, you’ve just been holding yourself back because you thought he would never have those feelings for you

* Because you’re not the one who’s going to make him the happiest he could possibly be

* “Look Edward, I think you could do so much-“

* “Is this about Bella?” He interrupts, a bitter laugh when you remain silent. “Why do you think I would ever love her?”

* “The way you look at her-“

* “I don’t get that either, you talked about that last night too, I’m not sure what you’re seeing but the look I give her is of minimal tolerance.”

* ...

* Wait

* What

* “Oh cut the crap Edward, I saw the way you guys looked at each other on the stairway”

* “What stairway?”

*Is he trying to play dumb? Because honestly- you’re a little convinced with that confused puppy look he’s giving you

* “At Conner’s party, you guys were talking at the stairwell, you looked at her like she was telling you all of the universe’s secrets.”

* He looks embarrassed, a hand tangling in his hair.

* “Um- about that-”

* You caught the criminal red handed. He might like you, but he likes her too doesn’t he. Well he’s probably entranced by that scent of hers, no doubt he’ll forget all about you-

* “We were talking about you.”

* ....

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

* “While you were gone, we both came to an agreement to set our differences aside for you-”

* Why would they go that far for you, it’s not like you care-

* You remember the vitamins

* Going out of your way to include her in things,

* Driving her home even when any normal person would have just ignored the whole thing

* Oh my god, you’re Bella’s best friend

* And even worse, everyone probably thinks she’s your best friend too.

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

* “Don’t misunderstand for a second, I still find her absolutely repulsive, and whatever haze she’s got over the school is absolutely perplexing-”

* “But what about the carnation?” you interrupt.

* She’s the only one he bought a carnation for.

* “What carnation?”

* “The carnation you bought her on Valentine’s Day!”

* Sure one carnation isn’t anything compared to the bouquet he bought you, but it had to mean something

* “I didn’t buy anyone any carnations.” He tells you, his eyebrows threading together

* Oh f*ck

* f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck

* You bought Bella that carnation.

* You bought all of your friends carnations, light red ones for friendship

* “Were you jealous because you thought I bought her flowers and not you?”

*A mischievous grin arch’s onto his mouth and you hide your face in your hands

*“You were, weren’t you? That’s adorable.”

* The criminal is teasing you, only this time you can’t complain because it’s rightly deserved

* “But- then what were you talking at the lockers about?”

* Edward’s face pinches into a look of disgust.

* “She came by to rub in my face how you had given us both the same colored carnations”

* “Wait-Bella knows you felt this way about me?”

* He laughs

* “(Y/N/N), I’m pretty sure everyone knows I love you.”

* Everyone but you apparently

* Was it really all in your head?

* Edward has loved you this entire time and you just...never noticed?

* “Honestly, I love you (Y/N), but sometimes you get fixated on these ideas for no logical reason-“

* Oh there’s a logical reason alright

* “-like what possible reason could there be for me to love a human like Bella? It’s just comple-“

* “Because you’re supposed to Edward!”

* It’s the straw that finally broke the camels back.

* You tell him everything, about everything that happened in the books.

* Him falling in love with Bella, killing James, leaving her in new moon, the werewolves, the newborn army led by Victoria, their marriage and Bella’s pregnancy

* You frame it like you had a prophetic dream the night you turned, which is probably the closest way you can explain what happened without looking insane.

* Not that Edward would mind, he would probably get the best recommendation from Carlisle for a mental health institute and happily visit you three times a week with flowers and other gifts.

* You both sit in silence after you finish telling him everything, the only sound the gentle whistle of the wind.

* “So what?”

* He asks, shrugging his shoulders and looking at you like you just told him a tv show he doesn’t like is getting cancelled

* You scoff in disbelief

* “ So what? Edward she’s your soul mate!”

* “You’re my soul mate” he says plainly, he’s inched closer to you this entire time, and now his thigh is only a flew inches away from your own.

* You feel embarrassed at his words, how can he say that so easily?

*You’re still not even sure soul mates exist.

* Noticing you embarrassment he places his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers

* The contact makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

* “I understand that you think that story is the one I want,” he says it slowly.

* “But there’s already so many thing that are different.”

* He’s right things have changed, you know that.

* “Besides I don’t think I’m the one Bella has a crush on” he gives you a meaningful look and your eyebrows thread together.

* Wait what’s that supposed to mean

* “This world is different than the one you saw.” He squeezes your hand, and you sigh,

* It’s different because of you.

* He should have had all those things. If it weren’t for you he would have had all those things

* “Edward she can give you a baby, a real baby that’s yours!”

* There’s only one common thread for all the vampires you’ve seen that still hunger for their humanity

* They all want a child.

* What Edward is getting, it’s a miracle. A Hail Mary. The odds of something like this happening are one in one billion at best.

* He gets to have a baby, and the woman he loves. It’s a win-win.

* He sighs and squeezes your hand.

* “But I don’t want that.” He says it so bluntly, like it’s the simplest thing on earth.

*Your brain stops working.

* Well that can’t be right

* “We’ve never talked about it, but I’ve never wanted children, not even when I was a boy and still human.”

* Wait Edward doesn’t want kids?

* Your head snaps up to meet his eyes

* “I think to want to bring children into the world you have to be at peace with the world and with yourself. And I’ve never been able to have either of those things.” He shrugs, his legs swinging under him.

* “What you saw- I was probably just going along with whatever Bella wanted, but I don’t think I would genuinely want to raise a child in this world, especially not when I look like I’m seventeen for the rest of my life”

* That makes sense.

*Edward’s always been sensitive about his age. He looks older than 17, probably because of the venom.

*But he’s the youngest of all his siblings, you know deep down he can handle the vampirism,

* But he can’t handle being a child for all of eternity.

* “But even if I did want kids, I want an eternity with you even more.”

* He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back, gulping the burning in your throat

* Whether it’s from thirst or the overwhelming emotions you’re not sure

* “Okay.” You finally say after several long moment of silence

* “Okay, you’ll be mine for eternity or...”

* You slap him lightly on the chest and he barks laughing

* “Okay...we can... date.” You say it haltingly, carefully even.

* “Like humans” you add for good measure

* You expect a bit of protest from Edward, he’s been waiting for you for over a decade now, you can’t think of a man alive who would be alright with just dating.

* But Edward smiles like you just agreed to marry him. He puts a hand on your face, and caresses your cheek with his thumb.

* “Alright, we’ll date like humans do.”

* You’re still a little worried but you find yourself smiling when Edward presses his forehead against your own.

* His lips meeting yours.

* “(Y/N) and Edward sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” You tease when he pulls away and he laughs again

* “You’re the worst you know that?”

* “Yet you still love me,” you tease “you loooooove me, you waanaaaa spend eeeeternity with meeee.” You sing and he laughs.

* “Suddenly I’m regretting my decision to court you.”

* You sit in silence for a second, enjoying his scent.

* It feels safe here

* It feels like home

* “Are you ready to go inside?”

* You should, you feel a lot better now, but-

* You groan and bury your face in his shoulder.

* “It’s going to be so embarrassing, everyone’s going to know what happened and Emmett is never going to stop with the sex jokes”

* Edward just grins, he can’t believe after waiting for so long, you’re his now.

* It feels like a dream

* You’re right though, it’s is going to be super embarrassing going back home after this.

* He gets why you chose to wait it out in a tree

* “Yeah, let’s stay out here for a while longer.” He says wrapping his arms around you.

BONUS:

* Rosalie is peering out the window with gold opera glasses to her hand

* “Oh! He leaned in closer! I think he’s holding their hand”

* Alice groans beside her

* “No they’re just talking, they’re going to be doing that a lot”

* “What else do you see Alice?” Jasper asks from behind her, watching the tree you and Edward are sitting on intently

* “I’m not sure...it’s all changing really fast, in one they make up and go back to being friends,”

* Emmett groans from behind her, he can’t handle anymore yearning or weird sex talks with his brother

* “In another they push Edward of the branch and say: “oh why don’t you just go back to Bella you human lover””

* Rosalie shudders, well that’s not good

* Honestly she should have just told you Bella and Edward had come to an agreement to be civil around one another for your benefit while you were gone

* They basically bonded over how much they like you

* The carnation was probably just a sign of that truce, if it was even from him

* She’s got a feeling it was probably from you and you just forgot, but she didn’t want to embarrass you

* Besides she figured it might be the final push you need to admit your feelings to him

* “They’re kissing! You guys they’re kissing!” Alice shrieks, and all of them turn their attention back to you

* Ah so you are

* “And so end the brooding chronicles” Jasper whispers and Rosalie hides a laugh

* “I would call them the yearning chronicles” Alice adds

* “Have you considered that maybe the reason they’re out there is because they want privacy?” Carlisle says without looking up from his open newspaper.

* The four of them shuffle awkwardly before walking away from the large window

* “You too Esme” Carlisle says

* Esme sighs, tucking her black opera glasses into her apron

* “Don’t blame me when we don’t have anything to say at the wedding when it comes time for a toast” she mumbles, walking back to the kitchen to finish her cookies

* “A wedding?”

* Queue Carlisle half sobbing half wheezing into his newspaper

* “Not one, but two kids leaving the family?”

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Sweater in the Snow|| Sbi Angst.

>•||Chapter 7||•<

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Philza was going to visit Tundra since Techno lived there and it has been quite a while since he had visited him, if he was lucky enough he would also be able to see Ghostbur there just dropping by to see how Techno was doing.

He was very fond of the ghoul, even if he looked like his dead son he wasn't Wilbur, he looked like him but they were different, polar opposites.

Phil was flying in the air since it was a faster way of travel but when Phil looked down in the ground and saw a familiar yellow sweater, it happened to be Ghostbur who also had Friend on a leash, Friend was a best friend of Ghostbur and it brought him comfort, it reminded him how he was the same with Techno with Steve the polar bear, Steve was Techno's support/comfort animal.

When Phil slowly descended to the ground he noticed that there was a child in Ghostbur's arms, they thrashed and screamed about not wanting to go, Phil couldn't see their face since it was buried into Ghostbur's neck but he could tell that they were crying, this worried Phil and that familiar parental instincts started ringing inside his head, he approached the two and called out to Ghostbur.

He turned around and smiled, walking towards Phil Ghostbur greeted him struggling a bit from holding the child in his arms and holding the leash of Friend since they pulling on the leash when they waved their arms around, he didn't want them hurting Friend, 'Hello Phil!' 'Hey mate.' Phil said he glances at the child in Ghostbur's arms wondering if they were lost.

Ghostbur noticed and looked at the child in their arms and back at Phil, he smiled an pat the child's back, 'This was the new friend of Tommy's I was talking about!' he said cheerily.

'Oh..so Their the little ghost friend?' Phil asked 'Indeed, Yes.' Phil was wary it was a ghost of a dead child and it made him sad because they looked young, about like around 8 to 10?? They were.

Phil scratched at the back of his neck before asking, 'What happened? Why were they crying?' he asked, Ghostbur made a little 'oh' sound when his expression saddened, 'I'm not sure but they didn't want to pass by the snow..' Phil tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrow in confusion.

He extended his arms motioning to take the child 'Since they have likely have fallen asleep maybe I could take them from you and fly over to Techno's house where we could meet?' Ghostbur smiled and carefully gave the child to Phil, the child squirmed a bit in Phil's hold but they wrapped their arms around his neck and grumbled burying their face in Phil's neck seeking warmth, Phil shivered at the cold contact since the child's touch was as cold as ice.

Totally a dead child.

Phil nodded to Ghostbur 'See you later mate.' he said tilting his hat and preparing his wings for take off and then soared up to the skies, he looked at the sleeping child and had sensed a bit of familiarity with them but shook of that feeling, Philza was an immortal no lying about that, he had met many people and he was most likely meet people that seemed familiar but they just seemed to remind of people he met throughout the years he spent his life.

He held onto the child and soared through the skies and smiled at the sight of the familiar cottage, Philza had gotten a letter from Techno sent through crow's that Tommy was seeking shelter at Techno's home, he wrote that Tommy was at his doorstep battered up and wounded, Phil was a bit happy that his family was together once again but at what cost?

He sighed and prepared to land safely on the ground, holding onto the child safely he landed safely onto the ground walked over to Techno's cottage and climbing up the stairs to stand in front of the porch and knock on Techno's door, he heard a scream inside and jolted back a little and took a step back, there was also some scurrying footsteps and then the door opened to reveal the tall Piglin Hybrid in all his glory.

'Hey Phil.' 'Hello Mate.' Techno smiled at Phil before looking down at what he was carrying in his arms, 'HEH!?' Techno paused and looked up at Phil in Surprise, Phil had already raised 3 boys and to think that he'd pick up another random child, he was dissapointed.

The child grumbled and up and looked around looking behind them to the source of the sound that woke them up from their Dream.

It was so good..They finally got to ride that unicorn and save Ice cream sandwhich princess from the evil Candy corn overlord...

They looked up at Techno and he stiffened a bit as his eyebrows furrowed, their no longer (e/c) eyes seemed to look into his red ones as if if they stared long enough they'd be able to claim his soul, Tommy had peaked his head out from upstairs to see what the commotion was and he didn't expect it to be Phil but he was happy but what surprised him was the familiar child in his arms, Tommy gasped and this went unnoticed to the three Techno turned around and Philza and Y/n looked to see that it was Tommy, the child gasped and jumped off of Phil's arms to run over to Tommy.

Tommy descended the ladder and went to encase the child in a hug, 'Tommy!' 'N/n' the two hugged each other and Techno and Phil watched the exchange between the two and he couldn't help but smile and letting out a little 'awww' sound and put a hand to his chest.

Techno turned around to Phil, 'Do you know who they are?' 'Oh, Them? Their Tommy's little friend.' he says without looking at Techno, the two stopped hugging as they talked to each other a bit about how the child was worried for Tommy and Tommy apologized to the child for not telling them earlier, Philza looked to Techno since he was quite for a while not but Techno's expression was sad before he turned around to look at the child and Tommy, Phil didn't understand what that look meant Why was Techno sad? He wasn't usually liked this but he turned around and smile dand Tommy called him and Techno.

'Okay guys, this is my bestest friend, Y/n!' he exclaimed putting his hands on his hips, the child turned around and smiled at them as Phil gasped, his eyes widening as he took a step back.

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Xiaobedo Fanfic Recommendation

Welcome to my personal “if you are new to xiaobedo peeps please read these” list. As said before this is my personal list so please feel free to reblog/comment/hit me for not including any gem here. I might miss a lot of them because I am drunk or blind. (mostly have them on my to read and then forgot as I am being assault by real life shit).

I would like to say first that so far there are 150+ Xiaobedo fics on Ao3. I can’t review all of them but I can say that I have read a majority of them. Most of them are just pure love and I would like nothing more than a thousands thank you for all the fic writers who spent their free time writting these gems for us to read for free. But these...these takes the cake as it finds a special landing spot in my heart that I would just thrust them into someone’s hand if they say “I am new to this ship can you recommend me?”

1. Orange dust by bobamilkteas (Wes)

In which Xiao learns to open himself up to the world a little more after the collapse of Rex lapis's contracts but it was not always easy for a soul doomed to eternal damnation. Meanwhile, Albedo liked to tempt fate where the extraordinary are concerned.

If only the traveler's comrades are made of saner bunch.

Comment: Long ago when I like both Albedo and Xiao as a character, I was wondering hmmm....will anyone actually even write about them lmao they never met each other. I am surprise to see this one as the 3rd fic in the whole 3 Xiaobedo fic on Ao3 (yeah back when there’s literally only 3 fic for this couple). I was like I’ll read it for the curiosity, I’ll probably won’t ship them. And that people is how I put my clown make up on my face upon finishing reading it. This ONE fic alone convert me into a devotee of Xiaobedo. Please consider joining me in this circus if you want to know what is Xiaobedo. I would put this as the first of my “Big 3″

Orange Dust also come with its compliation of short stories over the course of the game and a big sequel to it. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

2. Solar Wind by birdpriestess (Sparrow)

For the yaksha, his duty was his life, and his life was his duty. No human could ever hope to understand the eternal war he fought out of sight and in silence.

So why, then, did he feel that Albedo would understand?

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Finding himself at death's door once more, Xiao is saved by a surprising person, setting off the unlikeliest of adventures.

Comment: Do you like crying? Do you like the feeling of getting your heart ripped into pieces as the author destroy your emotions over the end of each chapter as the story picked up the climax? Yeah, this one is for you masochists. The action, the characterisation, the drama THE EMOTIONS OH WOW. I kid you not that it was so good I read this while workinng when I am not suppose to me. Also, this fic has my favourite characterisation of Gold ever. I love that dramatic queen Mad Alchemist. AND DAIN. I LOVE DAIN IN THIS FIC. Our dearest Sparrow manage to toy with our feelings like how I bully ruin guard for big numbers lmao. This is the secound of “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list.

Again, just like Orange Dust, Solar Wind comes with its own compliation of short stories of what came after that. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

3. Castle of Glass by AlchemicalStardust (Morgie)

A black shadow rises over Huaguang Stone Forest. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Albedo flees the shaking ground and the crash of boulders tumbling form the sky. As the dust settles, Albedo finds a young man – an Adeptus – amidst the carnage. Despite the karmic agony ripping his body from the inside, Xiao’s only question is “How?” How did a human survive after witnessing his battle?

Comment: The last of the “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list. And it is still on going! Castle of Glass? More like I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTIONS! Have you read a fic about 2 people yearning, longing, reaching out for each other so damn well that you just want to throw your phone in the air as they both had their impending doom coming down upon them? Yeah this is one of them. You will like want to be stuck in the moment they express how much they just yearn for each other’s love and care that you want to shake the author for what comes next. Like...everytime Morgie update I am expressing my gratitude at the end of the chapter by writing on Xiaobedo discord “MORGIE COME HERE AND LET ME BONK YOU WHY ARE YOU ENDING IT THERE”

trust me when you read you will def feel the same. With just Big 3 and their compliation alone that would give you like a LONG list of reading already LMAOOOOOOO

4. Find a place to call it home by yamajiroo

Our room, he said. Xiao’s brow twitches. Zhongli never said anything about this. But then again, perhaps he should anticipate this from the beginning...

Xiao looks over at Albedo, who is now tilting his head, his look as innocent as ever.

“Are you not okay with sharing a room?”

Comment: College AU for Xiaobedo! One thing that I love this is the slow burn and what made me LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic more is how cute Klee is in this fic. Their relationship in this one is very simple, but that simplicity highlight why their chemistry work. Xiao is someone who was just very gentle, who was largely misunderstood by his lonesome nature. Albedo was someone who like peace and quite in his introvert bubble. And how they respect that bubble that each other has actually made their relationship work. I love it when fic highlight this and this one captures it.

5. I Can't See Your Face From the Other Side of the Classroom by MissWeaver

When Albedo and Xiao unexpectedly start eating lunch together, they begin to find that they have more in common than anyone would have realized. They both struggle in their own ways with blossoming feelings, too many assignments, and annoying classmates as they navigate a relationship for the first time.

Comment: I’ll be honest, I usually hate high school au just because its so cliche. I don’t even watch and drama/anime surrounds high school student anymore LMAOOO (unless it’s very good). So if there’s an high school AU that I actually keep come back and read after a couple of chapters, it means that the cliche that I hate wasn’t there or barely was there at all. The pinning in this fic makes me want to bang their head together sometimes LMAOOO The tag wasn’t kidding when they said both Xiao and Albedo are bad at feelings. Also that’s a lot of heart broken caused by these two idiots XD

6. new world, same me, same bullshit by bobamilkteas (Wes)

At the belly of Dragonspine, Albedo lost control to the festering corruption that permeated his senses and watched, from the recesses of his mind, as his devoured body turned his allies into enemies. Before his rampage reached its climax, he is sealed in a crystalized confinement by the last hand of Reindottir, where he then reawakens centuries after, in a rebooted Teyvat.

Comment: Yeah I know it was list in Orange Dust but here me out. This sets out in an entirely different universe. And if you like Polyamory, this one has Zhongli joining the duo and I love it because I also love ZhongXiao with my life. Time Travel is my biggest kink. Especially when I am the person who love it when people explore Archon War era/ Alatus!Xiao. So this one hits double of my kink. Of course it is still on going and I will bully Wes whenever I can to see that new chapter. Albedo is a total fucking badass in this story and I completely agree from using him in Abyss so often. Everyone should write badass Albedo.

7. misplaced heart of mine by inkburn

“If you are ill, then you should be resting at home. In Mondstadt.” He emphasized Mondstadt with a pointed look in his direction.

“I assure you I won’t be troublesome, Adeptus Xiao,” Albedo said, “You’ll find I’m a rather low-maintenance traveler.”

“Travel,” Xiao scoffed, “without airstep?”

Albedo looked him up and down. “Are your legs just for decoration?”

(albedo is sent to liyue on mandatory vacation. xiao is his unfortunate bodyguard.)

Comment: Most of the time you will see Albedo and Xiao starting their relationship with one of them taking interest in another. But this one took another approach, they starting off by make them hating each other’s guts LMAOOOO and I live for every second of it. There’s only 1 chapter so far but wow it was SOOO GOOD. I am really really excited for next chapter and is waiting patiently ;w;

8. Blossom of Grace by birdpriestess

One day in Liyue Harbor, Albedo watches a street performance by an enigmatic dancer named Xiao. And he becomes completely obsessed.

Comment: Have you ever look at Xiao fight and thinking that he’s one of the most beautiful deadly thing ever? How it was like he was dancing around the battlefield? How about actual dancer Xiao being so absolutely beautiful and perfect and that slow burn of Albedo falling in love with that beauty with a touch of Modern AU and cute Ganyu as the Wing woman. Yes, Sparrow delivers yet again another beautiful slow burn and while it’s still ongoing it is worth the read.

9. i think we could make this work (could get used to this) by outspaced

“Xiao? What are you doing out here?”

“I—”

“It’s raining,” Albedo says, as if it isn’t obvious. “You could get struck by lightning.”

“What are you doing out here then?” Xiao does the only thing he knows how to do, he challenges Albedo. “It’s raining.”

Albedo just hums. “If I get struck by lightning, it’s for science.”

Comment: A short one-shot where I read the summary and went “This is it... this is their relationship.” I am sold immediately. Oh god Albedo why are you like this.

10. Ephemeral by criedprinz

“It’s not for your investigation, is it?” Aether asked mildly.

Albedo traced a finger around the sketchbook, considering the question. “No,” he admitted finally. “I... I just want to see them again.”

He opened the sketchbook to reveal the drawing he’d just finished. Aether nodded, clearly recognizing the sharp golden eyes.

“Xiao,” he said. “You were rescued by an adeptus.”

When a visit to Dragonspine goes horribly wrong, Albedo is rescued by an unknown stranger, wielding powers he's never heard of. Led on a search to find out who it is, he finds himself in the middle of an unforgettable encounter..

Comment: A really really well written one-shot that I love. The yearning oh godddd the yearning from Albedo side is just so so much that I have to put it here. (I think you can see the trend here lmao. I am a sucker for yearning). And the moment they get to meet each other again is just chef kiss. MWHAA

11. Idle Yaksha, Brilliant Yaksha by Pit0fTheEarth

Alatus didn’t have a lot of responsibilities to keep. He spent most of his days dancing across the sky and eating away all nightmares that plagued a person’s sleep.

But one fortunate encounter led to too many unfortunate ones, taking his carefree existence and plunging it in darkness. His wings, stripped from him. His gentle touch, replaced by an unforgiving grip of destruction.

There was a lot of blood on his hands. With each passing moment, it became harder for Alatus to recall the last time someone gently held him.

Comment: This is one of the ongoing fic where I am very very much excited on the take of Naberius. And the way the author portray Xiao when he’s still the innocent Alatus is just *clench fist*. Baby ;w; Baby why do you have to lose all that innocence. Also the fic has long LONG flashback to Xiao past and his relationship with Naberius. We are unwielding more what happened to both of them and why perhaps does this have to do with Albedo.

That’s it for now, might add more later! Thank you <3

#xiaobedo #tetsu likes to ramble #genshin impact

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Our Own World: Chapter 4

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, restrictions/COVID

Type: Hybrid/Yandere/Romance/Fluff/Angst

Authors Note: Hey~ again, so sorry I took so longI apologise! I hope you guys enjoy. As usual, I’d you’d like to be tagged for future updates, DM or comment 🥰

“As cases continue to rise officials have announced as of 12am tonight a nationwide lockdown will be enforced.”

Six pairs of eyes were glued to the large screen, most of them worried-- yours however only showed off pure irritation.

“-- in order to minimise rising case numbers President Moon announced a country wide travel ban. Non Korean residents will have paid flights back to their home country, Korean residents outside the country will not be let back in until further notice--”

Your stomach plummeted. You're stuck here for as long as your brother is stuck in the Netherlands..

“Y/N?”

You could hear the men around you calling out to you, but it sounded muffled, like your head was under water.

The five men around you were panicking at your frozen state, you were like a statue-- even Jeongguk was unable to hide his worry.

Taehyung was sitting by your feet whining, his arms wrapped around his own torso. He had tried to hug your legs, wanting to provide some comfort to your shaking form but Namjoon had nudged him away, sending a warning look before crouching by your side and trying to pull your attention back.

“Y/N, you need to breathe--relax.” He cooed, his hands balled into fists on his thighs. It was taking all his energy to not reach out and touch you, to hold you and promise everything was okay. “Jay will be fine, he’s safe with Mila.”

Unfortunately, the boy's sweet attempts to console you only made you feel worse. They didn’t know you were panicking about being here longer. They thought you were worried for your brother's safety.

But you were only worried about your own.

“Y/N, do you think I could come to the store with you?” Seokjin’s voice asked shyly, his hands tightly gripping one another. “I just thought since I know the boys well— and my ah, physical differences are easier to hide—“

You raised an eyebrow, smirking at the babbling hybrid. You had grown much more confident with the polar bear hybrid, and even a few of the others thanks to being locked in 24/7. You had still yet to meet Hoseok and Yoongi, and Jeongguk was more than happy to keep as much distance from you as humanly possible, but otherwise, you were somewhat comfortable in your surroundings for once.

The few occasions you were able to leave the house was to get groceries and other essentials, but otherwise being caught out of the house without solid reasoning would land you a hefty fine and you weren’t exactly financially stable enough to pay thousands of dollars.

Your brother had been in contact with you, making sure the boys were all doing fine and that you were coping with the news and long term adjustment. He had been supplying you money, and you weren’t sure where he was getting it from. His clinic had been shut since he left the country so it wasn’t from there, but you were too deep in your self pity to question it.

“Sure, I don’t see why no—“

“No fair. If Jin Hyung can go out I wanna too!” Taehyung whined, appearing from thin air. His dark hair hung over his eyes, still dripping from his shower.

“Your tail is too noticeable.” Jin shrugged, wrapping a long arm over your tiny shoulders.

The brunette glared at the blond, stomping over to pull you away. Lightly grabbing the pocket of your white hoodie and tugging you into his chest. You wriggled, trying to pull out of his grip but it only seemed to make it tighten.

“You’re always selfish with her!” The younger complained, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

A dramatic groan came from behind you as Jin, no doubtedly, rolled his eyes at the monkey's words. “I can’t help it if I’m her favourite.”

Taehyung stiffened. You could feel him grinding his teeth, the sound of his teeth dragging made you feel nauseous.

“She doesn’t have favourites.” Namjoon cut in, carefully pulling you out of the monkey's arms and wrapping his own around your shoulder. “And Jin Hyung is right, your tail is too noticeable.”

Taehyung’s wide eyes narrowed, his arms crossed over his chest. “You’re the only one who can’t keep it still!” He argued.

Namjoon’s face flushed pink, his jaw jutting out. It was true. Like animals, hybrids often displayed their emotions and moods through tail movements, and while the others had passed with flying colours in emotional control, Namjoon had always struggled.

“Be that as it may, we can’t risk it. Hyung will go with Y/N and help pick out foods best suited to each of us.” He said sternly, sounding confident despite the pink tinge to his round cheeks.

You smiled apologetically at the monkey hybrid. He was clearly biting his tongue, arms tightly crossed and eyes squinting.

“Fine. But when you get back Y/Nie is playing with me.”

Grocery shopping had always been easy. You only had yourself to think of, but now you had seven others depending on you. You weren’t sure about allergies, or even just what everyone liked and disliked.

You still needed to get around to those files…

Thankfully your brother had left behind a card for shopping, knowing your pathetic bank account would ever be able to handle more than one shop.

With Seokjin leaning on the handles of the shopping cart he directed you where to go, what to grab all while letting you browse and pick out your own snacks.

“Yoongi and Hobi will be joining us tonight, I’ll need to get more meat. Yoongi practically inhales it.” The hybrid sighed, voicing his thoughts aloud.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling softly at the sight of Seokjin. He was dressed comfortably, washed out blue jeans, a white sweater and a red cap. Round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he read over packaging, his plump lips pouting as he considered every item.

“Do you think we could get lamb, Y/N?” He piqued up, dropping three packets of snacks into the cart before waddling to catch up to you.

“I don’t see why not, it’s my brothers card after all.” You shrugged, grinning. You held back a laugh as his cheeks turned pink, attempting to hide the bright colour he rushed forward to avoid your gaze.

You had noticed the boys were all easily flustered, you found it funny. Sometimes Jimin or Jin tried to say something flirty, and when you countered back the two turned red and made excuses to run away. Sometimes you just had to talk to them and their faces would turn redder than an apple.

Taehyung was a little more difficult, most of the time he was rather clueless with what he said, or at least that’s how he played it off to be.

Namjoon just didn’t try. He just preferred to leave cute gifts for you on your bed; Flowers he had grown that were in season, fruits and clumsily made origami.

Jeongguk completely avoided you, and Taehyung the little asshole, made sure to tell you the youngest hybrid liked you, telling you how the youngest was always staring at you or asking his brothers about what you were doing.

“The look that the cashier gave you was so rude!” Seokjin huffed, closing the passenger door.

You rolled your eyes, starting the car. You didn’t blame the poor girl, you had bought so much food it caused a huge back up, the line running down the isles . You couldn’t even look at the cashier, too embarrassed.

The car ride was pretty quiet, the only sounds were Seokjin humming along to the radio and the crinkling from the candy packet. He seemed to be deep in thought, and as much as you wanted to ask what was on his mind you forced your mouth to stay shut.

Sure, you were somewhat comfortable around him and you assumed he was comfortable around you, but you knew that there wasn’t any friendship foundation, you had no right to pick around his brain— no matter how intrigued you were.

So you stayed silent, while the hybrid beside you happily chewed away at the gummy bears he had begged for.

As your brother’s neighbourhood approached, Seokjin finally decided to talk. He wriggled around until he was angled enough to look over your smaller body.

He thought you were pretty. Very pretty.

The way you smelt was enchanting, always leaving him dizzy and fumbling for words, just like now.

He felt like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing, eyebrows pulled together in frustration as he tried to spit out words, any words. Just something so he didn’t look like an idiot for another second.

“Don’t freak out.”

When your head shot over, a crack sounding from the joints making him cringe, he wanted to melt into his seat. He felt his neck and cheeks turn red, an awkward laugh forced passed his lips.

“Sorry— sorry. I just meant, don’t let Yoongi make you feel uncomfortable.” He clarified, mentally kicking his abrupt outburst. When you raised an eyebrow he took it as a signal to continue.

“Yoongi can be stiff?” He paused, considering his words. “He can be two ways, blunt and sort of arrogant— which he isn’t I promise!”

“Or, he’s cocky and imposing. He’ll try to push your buttons, find out what makes you uncomfortable or mad.” He explained, clicking his tongue as he thought. “But don’t worry, Hoseok and Namjoon keep him in line.”

When the car fell silent Seokjin felt his veins turn to ice. The last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or scared. He’d leave yoongi out in the cages before he allowed that.

“I grew up with Jay, I’m immune to annoying boys.”

The smile on your lips, although forced, relaxed him slightly. You really seemed to be trying, even if it wasn’t for them and more so for your brother, he appreciated it. It made his insides feel like marshmallows.

He watched your fingers tap on the grip of the steering wheel, your lips sucked in thin between your teeth as you thought. A cute habit of yours Jin had picked up on almost instantly.

“I’ll be next to you, I won’t leave your side!” He promised, a hand over his heart and the other up in the air. “Scouts honour— and I can say that.”

The proud grin on his plush lips made you break out into a small smile of your own.

“And the other boy?”

Seokjin dropped a red candy into his mouth, chewing twice before speaking. “Hoseok?” He looked to you for confirmation, seeing your curt nod he continued.

“Hobi is playful, he gets along well with the younger boys. He can be a bit much, he’s loud. But he’s a good guy, you don’t have to worry about him.”

“Hoseok— oh for Christ’s sake! Get off! All of you out, they’ll be back any minute now!”

Namjoon’s scolding voice could be heard throughout the entire house, not that it mattered. Everyone was gathered in the one tiny space.

The tiny office space that had been converted into a makeshift bedroom was bursting at its seams with the six men all huddled in.

The youngest three, Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin had snuck in to play on the PC’s while you were missing. Jimin hadn’t been interested in playing, so instead he took the chance to snoop through your belongings.

Hoseok, lonely after a week of separation, found his brothers quickly. But his original mission, finding the maknaes, was abandoned the moment your scented room hit his senses. Your perfume and natural musk stuck to everything in the room, almost as if you had lived in the space your whole life.

It was mouth watering.

Ignoring Jimin, who watched the bigger hybrid worriedly, Hoseok joined in the snooping. Mostly just looking through books and sniffing sweaters before getting bored and collapsing onto the fold out bed, an excited laugh filling the quiet room as he rolled over the unmade sheets.

It didn’t take long for Hoseok and Jimin arguing over the small bed to wake up Yoongi. But unfortunately he got to the mess a little late, arriving just as Namjoon did. The younger boy practically tore out his hair as he tried to remove his pack from the room.

Failing, obviously.

The situation was quite funny to the sleepy hybrid. Yoongi’s snickering was infuriating the Wolf hybrid further, his anger and panic almost over powering the soft feminine smell that you had left behind.

“— Jeongguk you know you aren’t supposed to be in here! Taehyung, you’re supposed to be making sure he doesn’t cause trouble, not helping!” Namjoon groaned, head in palms.

The youngest two barely looked away from the screens, their eyes only momentarily flickering over to Namjoon. So instead Jimin piped up, stepping out from behind the much taller hybrid.

“We just thought since she was gone we could take advantage—“

“You thought it would be okay to sneak through someone’s personal belongings!?”

The fox hybrid turned bright pink, his ears flattening to the top of his head. Guilt flooded his features as he practically dislocated his fingers behind his back.

“That wasn’t my intention—“

Their leader was livid, and not even for being disobeyed. He was familiar with the feeling— jealousy. They all smelt like you, and now your room smelt of them.

You smelt like someone other than him— and to make it worse, your musk had been mixed with multiple other male hybrids. It made his stomach churn.

“Your intentions don’t matter anymore.” He snapped, pointing to the door where Yoongi rested. “Out, all of you.”

Not a single person made an effort to move, all five pairs of eyes locked on their leader almost as if they were daring him to try and remove the group. The whole situation was amusing to Yoongi who still hadn’t said a word to his brothers, just watched everything as he usually did.

But the sound of your tires crunching on the gravel driveway sent the boys flying for the front door before an argument could breakout, much to his disappointment.

Yoongi and Jeongguk were the only two that waited in the living room, not reacting to your arrival with enthusiasm.

“Y/N! You’re home!” Taehyung cheered, running out the front door, ignoring the stinging pain of the sharp rocks stabbing into his bare feet.

Before the monkey hybrid could pull you into his body for a hug he was yanked to a halt by Jin.

“Help with the bags first.” He scolded, shoving the heavier bags into the younger boy's arms.

Whining Taehyung obeyed, his knuckles turning white as he practically ran to dump the bags in the kitchen. Namjoon and Jimin followed in Taehyung's direction, arms full with heavy bags until everything was unpacked.

It was after everything was put away where it needed to be that Taehyung engulfed you in his arms, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. He was breathing in so heavily you felt like the boy was about to inhale your skin.

“You were gone for so long--” He paused, his arms tightening on you as he shuffled around. Your back was now facing everyone so Taehyung could glare at his elder. “You hogged her on purpose!”

Seokjin groaned, the younger boy's accusation not even bothering him. He knew his brothers had grown attached to their temporary carer. He was however beginning to worry that everyone was experiencing the same feelings. Your original four weeks of house sitting was officially up tomorrow, and he felt selfish knowing you were stuck here until the government decided otherwise, and not only their government but the Netherlands too.

He had been so excited the moment he heard you step out the car. The moment your car tires had stopped crunching on gravel and your door swung open the strong scent of Spring hit him-- despite it being WInter. You smelt fresh, like flowers and pollen, and yet sweet like sugar. You smelt perfect.

The first time he saw you, the night you come out with their meals he almost dropped to his knees to worship you. Long (H/C), wavy hair hung down your back, messy and slightly knotted from your hands attacking it. Your glasses were dangerously low on your nose as you struggled to drag the chunk of elk meat across the ground. Your lips were pouted, but he could tell that even if you weren’t sulking they would look nearly the same. You were pretty like a doll. Small, petite shoulders and rounded hips and plush thighs he dreamed of falling asleep on.

You were perfect, and his.

Until he realised, maybe you weren’t just for him.

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