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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Triple Threat 💣⚔️🔫

Your brothers and you are Stu’s children and, when you run into Ethan’s Ghostface, you consider teaming up.

Your brothers were acting unhinged.

You felt embarrassed, watching as Ethan examined your shared apartment, staring around at things that had belonged to your father. Stu had been his favorite Ghostface and, when you’d shoved a knife against his throat in the alleyway, demanding why he was parading around in your dad’s memorabilia, he’d confessed that Richie was his brother.

The three of you had done your research on the Woodsboro murders. You had no intention of killing Sam—no, that wouldn’t be what your dad would’ve wanted. He would’ve wanted you to manipulate her into joining the three of you, but what does one more Ghostface hurt?

“And then,” Ansel was saying, waving his shotgun around like a maniac. “we blew that bitch’s head off.” He laughed and you cringed, crossing your legs on the couch. Ansel was the eldest of you and the most like your dad; he was sadistic, uncaring, and enjoyed killing simply for the sake of it. “What about you, kid? Ever blown someone up?”

“You didn’t blow them up.” Matteo argued, sliding a wet stone against the long blade in his hand. Twin swords were his preferred weapons, thin and lethal, that he wielded with expert skill. “The only person here with explosives is Y/N.��

Ethan eyed you warily.

You noticed the boy constantly looking over at you; you’d disarmed him easily in the alley, pulling him into your complex, and he seemed incredibly out of his depth around the three of you. Nepo babies, he’d teased, which Ansel had found infinitely amusing. Matteo only shrugged, bored, and began sharpening his blades.

“Explosives?” Ethan asked, moving closer to you. You nodded and patted the couch beside you, allowing him to sit. He seemed jumpy, like he was worried the three of you were going to kill him after all. Richie or not. “What kind of—”

“Grenades, car bombs—oh, remember that canister thing you did? Under the house?” Ansel said, setting his shotgun down and opening up the large safe against the living-room wall.

“Whole building gone.” You mimed an explosive with your hands, raising an eyebrow at the boy beside you’s startled look. “Boom.”

“She makes them herself.” Ansel grinned, looking like the Cheshire Cat, and threw something at Ethan.

The boy let out a yelp of surprise and you lunged over his lap to catch it, glaring at your eldest brother. Even Matteo was mumbling curses, glaring as your sibling stuck his tongue out on a laugh.

“These are expensive.” You snapped, placing the grenade beside you. Ethan was shaking, pressed fully against the back of the couch, his eyes wide. “Don’t fuck with my bombs. I don’t touch your guns, you don’t touch mine—”

“You’re no fun, Y/N.” Ansel rolled his eyes, practically skipping over to the couch. He reached over to pinch Ethan’s cheek, enjoying the cringe that crossed the younger boy’s face. “Aw, he looks fresh out of high-school. How old are you sweetheart? Sixteen?”

“Twenty.” Ethan scoffed, eyebrows furrowed as Ansel gripped his chin and turned his face back and forth to examine it. “What are you—”

“Definitely one of those remake losers.” Ansel sighed, patting Ethan’s cheek hard enough to sting. “Dad would be so proud.”

“Leave the kid alone.” You groaned, pushing your brother off him before you reached out to snatch Ansel’s phone from his pocket.

“Hey, that’s mine—”

“I’m ordering pizza, you dick.” You told him, glaring as he moved away, muttering ‘okay mom’ under his breath. “Want anything in particular?” You asked Ethan, turning your head, and realized you were still practically in his lap. You didn’t move though, not when you felt his hand hesitantly, almost as if he wasn’t sure he was doing it, touch your lower back.

“Whatever you want’s fine.” He said, expression still wary. Then he flushed when you leaned in, brushing away an imaginary eyelash from his cheek.

“You’ve got eyes like Bambi, you know that?” The smile that crossed your mouth was feline when he blushed, looking away, then back. “Matteo. Call my supplier. We should get this kid geared up.”

“Sam—” Matteo started, looking up, as he pointed a blade at Ethan. His expression was calm. Your middle brother was the most stoic of you all, moving through life with a steadiness that was the foil to you and Ansel’s subdued Chaos. Perhaps if Billy had been his dad it would’ve made a bit more sense. “—is ours. Don’t even think about touching her.”

“But she killed—”

“Do you think I give a shit about your pathetic brother?” Matteo laughed, standing and dragging the tip of his sword across the floor. “She’s our—” he paused, searching for the right words. “she’s kind of like a sister. You can have the other ones, but not Billy’s kid.”

“That alright with you, sweetheart?” You asked, running your fingers along Ethan’s jawline.

There was a pause, a moment of tension, where Ethan seemed to debate the serious merits of trusting you all, when he nodded.

“Fine. Fine, alright.”

“Good boy.” You cooed, moving yourself fully onto his lap, and looked to Matteo. “I’m serious. Call the supplier.”

He nodded wordlessly and left the room, likely off to see if Ansel was writing runes in blood all over the walls again. You opened the Dominos app and began scrolling, settling back into Ethan’s chest. He was tense—more than tense, but he slowly began to relax as the vanilla scent of your perfume invaded his senses.

“They seem…” he swallowed, and you felt the movement against your own body. “Nice.”

You snorted.

“Hawaiian or Meat Lovers?”

“Hawaiian, duh. But how did you guys—where were you—”

“Stu knocked up our mom a couple times when they were teenagers. She was totally in love, even though he had a girlfriend, which it turned out he had a boyfriend because Billy was—”

“But where were you?”

You paused your typing, turning your face to glance at him.

“The system.” You admitted, frowning at your screen. “Ansel got us out when he turned eighteen. I’d been fostered a couple of times but it never stuck.” You smirked, meeting his eyes again. “He made us nicknames. He thinks we’re some kind of special superheroes. Out to serve justice for anyone who’s wronged Stu or Billy.”

You finished ordering and turned in his lap, slipping your legs around him. You’d just met the dude, for fucks sake, but he was hot. And besides—you’d always been rather forward. Flirtation was in your nature. You felt a thrill when he immediately grabbed your hips, his intrigue and fascination overpowering any shyness.

“Which are?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m The Bomb.” You laughed, and beamed when a grin split across his face. “I know, Cliché. He’s Joker, and Matteo is Red Ninja Turtle.”

“Oddly specific for the last one.”

“He finds pride in his creativity.”

Just then Ansel burst back into the living-room, the Ghostface mask on his head, wielding a chainsaw. It wasn’t on, thank God, but Ethan still gasped and flinched backwards, almost smacking his head against the couch.

“Look what I found!” Ansel laughed, shaking the weapon around. “It’s like Christmas!”

“I told you to stay organized.” Matteo groaned, following after him, and yanked the mask off his brother’s head. “God, take an Ambien or something. You’re freaking me out.”

The doorbell rang, then, and all four of you turned to look at it.

“Do you think it’s the pizza?” Ansel whispered, speaking into a voice modulator and, despite himself, a hesitant smile began pulling on Ethan’s mouth. Shit, your family was way more insane than his.

“We’re all gonna end up in an asylum.” Matteo muttered, pointing a finger at Ansel. “Chainsaw. Closet. Now.”

As he opened the door, smiling politely and talking in that sweet way he always did to strangers, you jostled Ethan a bit underneath you.

“Come on,” you said, moving off of him and grabbing his hand. “come see my collection.”

An hour later, after the four of you had split three pizzas and were watching one of the Saw movies, you yawned and moved into your bedroom. Ethan followed—like a puppy, to your amusement—and watched as you opened up your window and leaned against the frame.

“They are..” he trailed off, eyebrows pinched together. He’d allowed Ansel to tease and terrorize him, then Matteo to interrogate him in a low, hushed voice about Ethan’s family and their plans. He’d spared no detail, well aware of the sword that rested on the floor next to your middle sibling. “I don’t know. I’m scared, but I like them.”

“Welcome to the club.” You smirked, peering up at him through your lashes. He leaned against the frame beside you, toned arms brushing your own. The night breeze tousled his hair as he stared out at the city, a contemplative look on his face. “What’s going on up here?” You asked, running your fingers through those dark curls of his, and he shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just…I can’t believe you guys are alive.” He glanced over, then away. “Makes me feel like an amateur.”

“Everyone has to start somewhere, babe.” You told him, bumping your shoulder against his own. “Once Sam joins us, we can go after Sydney. And that bitch, Gale.”

“You think she would?”

“I’ve seen her from afar.” You admitted. “She’s got that look on her face. You know?”

“Yeah.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “I think I do.”

You stared at each other for another moment, his expression softening as he took in your face. Before he could do something stupid like have a crush on you, you turned, snatching something off your shelf.

“Here then.” You told him, dropping one of your grenades into his hand. He flinched, and you giggled. “Welcome to team Stu.”

this is the most unhinged family ever but I truly think they’d solo

Part TWO

#Ghostface #stu macher #stu Matcher #Stu’s kids are unhinged #triple threat #team stu #Ethan Landry #Ethan Landry x reader #scream #scream six #sam loomis #Sam carpenter #Jack champion #ethan landry x y/n

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kaeyx · 8 months

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royal au with street rat!chuuya

Sreet rat!chuuya who when he first laid eyes on you, you were the only thing he felt like stealing at the time he saw yiu

Street rat!chuuya who threw rocks at your window until you finally answered him with a grumble until he accidentally threw a rock at you

Street rat!chuuya who tried to rizz you up with stolen jewels and animals even though you know it’s a stolen and you scold him for it

Street rat!chuuya who finally gained your trust and you let him in your room by entertaining from your balcony

Street rat!chuuya who started coming every night to your room to continue and try and seduce you

Street rat!chuuya who gets jealous whenever other princes try to court you shoul

Street rat!chuuya who fucks you against the desk while saying how your his how no one can have you and that he practically owns you

-☃️ sorry if the grammar is shit I was writing this while watching duck tales for the 7th time and got distracted multiple times

I'm giggling kicking my feet over this one omggggg!! It got long, under a cut!

Sheep/street rat Chuuya going scavenging near the castle because he's the strongest of the group and isn't afraid of the guards. Plus the best scraps are obviously where the richer people live, sometimes he can even get some beer from the soldiers or a few bits of cheese. Seeing you through the doors of the castle or when you leave for whatever reason and deciding he's going to try his luck with you. He climbs up onto your balcony and sneaks into your room, throws rocks at the walls outside to get your attention, anything he can. Tries to gain your trust and begs you for a few meals first by putting up a kicked puppy façade then getting angry because you have so much extra, can you really not afford to feed your people? You're impressed by his courage and also the fact that he climbed up the fucking wall, plus he's strangely pretty for a beggar boy. There's fair skin under the mud and sunburn and he has gorgeous hair, even if it's greasy and matted. His eyes are bright and his features are delicate, and he moves with the strength and grace of an assassin. Under the old, baggy clothes Chuuya has thin hips, strong legs, broad shoulders for his stature.

He sits on your balcony during the night and tells you about eating rats and stealing chickens, about his family- all the orphan kids in town that he teams up with, and the vicious turf wars that they fight with the other children. Even though he's old enough to learn a trade nobody takes him in, he can't read or write and he's had no education, none of the guilds in the city want him and to be honest he's tired of trying and has accepted he'll live his life protecting the kids.

You're fascinated by how different his life is to your own and tell him about your education, the balls and uncomfortable clothes, the hours of meetings with allies that you have to sit through because one day all the lands as far as you can see will be your own, and you have to be ready. He laughs at the stupid rules for banquets and gatherings, and that one time you fell off your horse when you were learning to ride. You teach him how to write his name on an old scrap of parchment, and he keeps it in his pocket. The servants bring dinner to your room now and Chuuya always gets a share, but he bundles it up and takes it back to the others instead of eating it himself.

Eventually there's talks about suitors, of course. You complain to Chuuya about overhearing your options, an uncle that's half your age or a second cousin from another country or what have you. People you've never met. Chuuya seethes and you think it's on your behalf, but really there's a strange pit growing in his stomach. Will you still live here? Or will your spouse whisk you away to some faraway city, never to be seen again? Will there be a war triggered by your succession, taking you from him forever? You chatter on about the stable boy that keeps giving you hopeful looks and that one noble that always hangs around with their kid, trying to talk to your parents; and Chuuya sees red. He grabs the food and leaves without a proper goodbye, disappears into the night and leaves you confused and annoyed.

The sheep notice something is off about Chuuya, moreso than usual. They all have bets going on how he's getting so much food consistently, with most of them agreeing it's either prostitution or he's found a really good spot to steal from and hasn't told them. It doesn't help that he's so cagey about the matter, going beet red and dodging their questions. And it's even worse tonight because he comes back angry, and Chuuya never comes back angry. He always seems oddly thoughtful when he splits the food up amongst them, making sure the smaller kids get their share too; but tonight he dumps it on the ground still wrapped in his ratty cloak and leaves again without a word.

They find Chuuya asleep in the grass by the river next morning, one hand pressed to his chest, and he refuses to answer questions. He doesn't go out for food again, begging the merchants and stealing from taverns like the rest of the Sheep do, but never coming back laden with goodies like he'd been doing for the past few months. He's snappy and sullen and doesn't play anymore, doesn't even throw rocks at the rival kids when they have to fight for something. Just sits and thinks and paces around.

You on the other hand grow worried, then annoyed, then worried again. Days turn into a whole week and Chuuya never hops onto your balcony, light and nimble. He doesn't throw rocks at your wall to grab your attention. You always eat by the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of tangled red hair underneath. You leave him food like an offering and pray for him every day, you begin to lose sleep and worry the servants. He doesn't come back. You fear he's angry with you or worse, dead. Gone like so many other beggars before him. You miss him enough that you begin writing him letters he can't read, letters you can't even send, and keeping them in a little box by your bed. Telling him about your days and wishing him well, and imagining his responses. Cynical and brash as they could be, they're comforting to you. And he'd never been unkind.

Chuuya stays in your thoughts even when he shouldn't be, even when it isn't worry you feel. You'd always meant to give him a bath, but had been to embarrassed to say it. Maybe you should have taught him to read more than his and your names. He'd have made such a good knight, or blacksmith, or strategist- he's more logical than half the old idiots arguing around your father's map table. Nobody had ever taught him any manners so he'd never been afraid to speak to you, or to tell you how stupid some of your ideas were. Whenever you meet with a suitor you can't help but compare them to him. Chuuya is prettier, his voice is nicer, he's smarter, he's more honest, he makes better conversation.

You start to wish he'd come back for entirely new reasons. Maybe if you could clean him up, dress him in some of your clothes... it could never happen of course, the kingdom stands to gain nothing from that union, but you can dream. He could maybe learn to wield a sword and do good things, earn a living instead of begging for scraps like a dog. He could be yours, as much as law and custom could allow. If only he'd come back.

#asks.answered #chuuya.bsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #beggar!chuuya #☃️ anon #I GOT SO INSANELY CARRIED AWAY LMAO #maybe i Do like royal aus #street rat!chuuya

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prongslvl · 1 year

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MEET YOUR HEROES - george weasley

PAIRING george weasley x male!reader

SUMMARY months within your relationship with george, he thought it was about time to introduce himself to the people that raised you to be the guy he loves; unaware of the fact he already met them informally.

The boys dormitory was as noisy as ever thanks to the whiz-bangs that enamored everyone, courtesy of Fred making another set just for fun. George, on the other hand, lying on his four-poster bed, eyed the moving picture of his family, specifically the non-Weasley in his arms. He watched as the boy laughed at what Ron had told him, slightly falling on George's chest before staring back at the camera.

The repeating action kept bringing a smile to George's face for an embarrassing amount of time. The picture was taken right after a messy dinner in the burrow where his boyfriend, (Y/n), first met his family. He remembered how nervous you were despite his, Fred's, and even Ron's reassurance, but that just showed how much you wanted to be accepted by his family.

Everything went smoothly after the introduction, and George watched how you immediately fit right in. Conversations went on like clockwork, and his parents have loved talking about you ever since.

"Oi, look at lover boy, Fred, all smiles and heart eyes again!" Lee Jordan, their close friend, teased. Despite the crackling noise of the fireworks, his voice was loud enough to catch the attention of his twin with the same devious smirk the other had.

"You've got to get used to it, my friend! Not even our strongest love potion defeats that."

George scoffed and tossed his pillow towards Lee, hitting him straight on the face with an 'oof! ' erupting laughter from all three of them.

Fred, after safely keeping his whiz-bangs inside his trunk, jumped beside his twin on the bed and snatched the picture. "Oi!" George exclaimed, reaching over to get it back but was kicked off of the bed by his brother. Now Lee and George were on the ground while Fred crossed his legs, studying the picture.

George sat up on the floor and blocked the flying pillow from his other friend, but he kept his attention on Fred. "What are you looking at?" he asked, this time throwing his balled-up blanket at Lee and hitting him in the stomach.

"Don't worry, I'm not looking at your little boyfriend—I was just thinking, just now, how he already met our family but you never met his?" Fred's question was obviously a joke towards him; his overly exaggerated expression of what was supposed to be concerned assured him of that, though it did get George thinking.

You barely mentioned your family with him; the most time you did was when his mom asked but got quickly dismissed by Bill, the oldest of the Weasley children, who seemed more interested in knowing whatever he and Fred are up to in Hogwarts. George never realized how much of a mystery your family was to him.

Maybe you weren't just comfortable talking about them, George thought, but it made him curious. So naturally, on that same day, he left his room and walked across to yours.

George could hear your voice from inside, your shouts muffled by the thick material of the tower's walls. With a swift knock on the door, he was immediately answered by Percy, who had more bags under his eyes than he remembered.

"Hey, Perce, nice weather we're having?" George greeted his brother, who only groaned in tiredness as a response. The prefect already knows why he's here, so he only had to step away from the door to let him in. "Thanks, big brother." He patted the other's back, who was caught off guard by the impact, making him almost fall to the floor.

Now that George was inside, he finally heard what you're screaming about now.

"And when I threw that bludger, my eyes were solely on that nasty malfoy. If it weren't for that big-headed git, Flint, I could've knocked him off his puny broom!" laughter erupted from your door mates, and George, who had the perfect view from where he stood, saw how you were standing on the bed with a makeshift bludger made of paper.

"I can feel Wood's regret for making you a replacement player! We need your energy on that pitch!" one of the Gryffindor students, who's also on the quidditch team, exclaimed. "Maybe even replace one of the twins, eh?"

You chuckled, the mention of the twins making you double your grin. "You mean both of them?" The rest of the boys laughed as you threw the fake bludger in the air, hitting it with a pillow. You were about to go and grab it again when a hand snaked around your torso as you were about to jump off the bed.

"Where's all this confidence coming from?" George whispered into your ear, making you turn your head so fast that it probably gave you whiplash. The boy greeted you with his signature boyish smile, leaving a quick peck on your cheeks. The others watching made vomiting noises at the two of you. "You loved seeing me battered and bloody that much?"

You smirked, raising your eyebrows at him. "Only when it lets me play." With his arms still around your waist, you managed to step off the bed without letting go. "What are you even doing here anyway?"

George made an expression as if he were a deer caught in headlights, his smile falling from his face briefly. He remembered why he went to find you in the first place. The taller, despite how much he liked the position you two already had, unlocked his arm around you and held your hand instead. You interlocked your fingers with his almost immediately.

He looked around your dorm, seeing that everyone of your friends was inside. George knew it was a bit of a private conversation, so he led you outside. "Let's talk in the common room; there are fewer people down there."

"Did you do something?" you asked, "or did Fred do something?"

Your panicked expression made George chuckle as the two of you went down the stairs to the common room. Just as he said, there were about two Gryffindors talking to each other by the fireplace, since most students hang out in their own dorms when there isn't much to do outside. He pulled you to one of the couches and sat you down.

"You wound me, thinking of us that way," George replied, placing his arm around your shoulders as you sat down next to him. "Not too long ago, you made Goyle eat Ton-Tongue Toffee," you retorted, "and Snape almost blew a vein because of it."

"That guy deserved it," he simply said, shrugging with a smug look on his face.

You rolled your eyes, choosing not to reply to that. "Well, care to explain why you brought me here?"

George pressed his lips into a thin line, as if preventing himself from saying anything stupid. The memory of you talking to his parents suddenly flashed through his mind, giving him a bit of strength to get on with his question.

He adjusted his place on the couch, facing his body towards you. "I wanted to ask about—" He took a deep breath, seeing you patiently waiting for him to finish with an amused expression. He couldn't blame you, though; he can imagine how ridiculously nervous he looks right now.

"I wanted to ask about your family." The subtle change in your face made him continue a bit faster. "It's just—you met my family, got to introduce yourself as my boyfriend to my parents, and that's great and all—amazing, even—but we never talked about me meeting your family." George's words came out of his mouth like rapid fire, stuttering a bit in the beginning, but he felt good that he finally got it out.

You remained silent, deep in thought. To George's relief, you didn't look angry. If anything, you looked a bit solemn. This caused his eyes to widen, and he stared at your face in worry. He placed his hand on your cheek, making you laugh at his action. "What?" he mumbled. He was still concerned but mostly curious about your reaction.

You reached for his hand on your face, melting into his touch before giving him a smile. "I'm sorry I never brought it up. I guess I was just nervous for you, if that makes sense. My parents can be a bit—y'know, much—when it comes to me."

George chuckled, nodding. "You met my family, (y/n). I was born in a family that can be a bit much." His response made you chuckle, a grin forming on your face.

"I mean, if you want to meet my parents, you can. It's almost spring break!" you told him excitedly, intertwining your hands with his. He grinned at your suggestion: "I can make the arrangements! I'll just tell mom about it, and it's set in stone."

"And, hey," your abrupt, hushed tone caught him off guard, a familiar smirk on your face. "If you make a good impression, maybe they'll let you stay until the semester starts." The wink you gave him was enough clarification on what you meant, and he felt himself get red at your words.

George mirrored your smirk, grabbing a hold of your waist. "Now that's my type of encouragement," he said, pushing the two of them down on the cushions of the couch, giggling with each other.

"And remember, George, no parent wants to know that their child's lover finds fake wands humorous." George's mom, Molly, readjusted the necktie and dusted his suit with a proud smile. "The first look is always important," she advised him, tucking the stray hair behind his ear.

"That's right, it would be a shame if that happened, Charlie Chaplin," Fred joked, eating a chocolate frog as he walked in circles around his twin. Their mother swatted him off with the comb before brushing George's hair for the ninth time.

He looked at himself in the mirror behind her, giving himself a pitiful gaze at his state. "Mum, don't you think this is too much? I'm not meeting the head of the ministry of magic or something; it's just dinner."

"Don't be silly! You look great. (y/n) would love it." What was an attempt for his mom to reassure him made George even feel worse. The thought of you seeing him like this made his face burn in embarrassment. Fred reappeared once again, saying, "Oh, he'll love it, mom! It won't leave his mind once he sees George," and his twin was not helping.

Their mom didn't tell Fred off, failing to realize he was joking, before doing some final touch-ups on the suit and taking a step back to see her son. She looked like she was about to cry.

Before she could add more flowers to his pocket, a knock on the door made everyone inside the house pause.

"C'mon, answer the door, darling! That's probably him." She smiled at George with such sweetness that he almost felt bad for the negative thoughts of what she'd done to him. He awkwardly walked towards their door and opened it, revealing his boyfriend. You wore your regular muggle clothing, vastly different from his get-up.

"Woah." He didn't know if George wanted to keel over and die at your action. "I mean, woah! That's truly extravagant—a bit formal for meeting the parents, don't you think?"

George could only sigh, itching his neck at the curious-looking fabric used for the suit. "Go tell mom that. She wouldn't listen to me!" You had to suppress the laughter in your throat, coughing into your hand as you patted his shoulder.

"I'll go to Mrs. Weasley; go change into your regular clothes." You gave him a quick kiss on his lips before entering his home. He had to blink once or twice as he walked upstairs to his room, watching your delighted expression as you proceeded to greet his mother.

It took George about 10 minutes to look normal again, wearing his favorite sweater—the only piece of clothing he had that wasn't matching Fred's—and a pair of trousers. His hair still felt a bit sticky from whatever his mom put on it, but he managed to make it go back to his old hairstyle. Once he got downstairs, he saw you drinking a cup of tea with his mom, who laughed at whatever you just said.

The noise of the wooden stairs made the two of you bring your attention to him. George expected his mother to look surprised or disappointed by the change, but she seemed oddly cheery.

"Your eye for fashion is truly wonderful, dear!"

George's eyes darted to you, an amused expression on his face. He wondered what type of spell you used on her to make her so fond of you—changing his mother's whole sense of style. But none the less, he was grateful for your amazing persuasion abilities, which made you ten times hotter in his most humble opinion. You simply gave him a cheeky smile, placing the cup on the table.

You hugged her one last time and said, "It's always lovely talking to you, Mrs. Weasley. We'll be on our way; don't want to get the parents waiting." She pinched your cheek lightly, physically cooing at your action. "Please, dear, call me Molly or Mom, whatever you see fit."

That earned her a chuckle from you: "I'll make sure George doesn't embarrass himself, mom."

As you turned to look for your boyfriend, you saw him with his arms crossed and a proud smile. George jumped from the last few steps of the stairs and right into your arms. "Should we just get married?" he joked, kissing you on the forehead.

"Let's hear what my folks have to say first." You stuck your tongue out to him, hiding how flustered you felt with his words, but the heat you felt on your cheeks proved otherwise.

Outside of the burrow was parked a flying motorcycle. George's jaw was practically on the floor when he saw the enchanted vehicle. "Is this yours?" he gasped at the sight of it, totally impressed by the small compartment on the side of it, which he believed was where another passenger could sit.

You chuckled, grabbing the helmet that you hung on the handle. "Nah, dad gave it to me just for today—to pick you up. I swore on my life I wouldn't crash, so here we are. This used to be really cool, black and shiny, but my dad had to build this little one because of me, he says." You rolled your eyes at the fond memory, wearing your helmet and giving George the other one.

"That's cute and all, but would I fit in there?" He was unsure if his legs would fit inside. You shook your head. "Of course not," you replied as if it were the most obvious answer ever, taking a seat on the motorcycle and pointing at the space on your back with your thumb. "You sit behind me."

George didn't ask any more questions, plopping himself on the vehicle and automatically hugging your body, not forgetting to lay his head on your chin. You didn't seem to mind it, flashing him a grin. The motorcycle roared as you began to move on the ground, slowly lifting yourselves up.

The trip was just as exciting as sneakily driving his dad's old flying car back then. The harsh winds hitting his body somehow calmed his nerves. He was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he was only a few flights away from meeting your parents. George instinctively held onto you tighter; the thought of them disapproving and making you two leave each other scared him.

His action didn't go unnoticed as you spoke, "Everything alright?"

George buried his face in your neck, careful not to distract you too much, before answering. "I'm fine," he said, muffled but able to reach you. He could tell you were attempting to comfort him as you tilted your head towards him, giving him free access to your cheeks and leaving light kisses on them.

Thanks to the darkness of the night sky, the two of you weren't seen by any muggles. You parked the motorcycle in front of a huge building filled with more windows than George has the patience to count. If he tiptoes hard enough, he can catch a glimpse of the muggles living inside. When you told him you lived in London near them, which you told him a few weeks into your relationship, he didn't think they were so close.

George removed the helmet from his head and handed it to you. "So, do you live in one of these?" he asked, pointing at the building. You could only give an unsure shrug and say, "Technically, yes." Your answer didn't really answer his question; but trusted you anyway. As you tucked away the helmets, you reached for your wand.

He watched curiously as you said a spell he'd never heard of, and almost immediately the building began to shake. It slowly revealed a new door with the number twelve on it, along with a metal fence that attached itself to the rest.

You gave your attention to him, holding his hand as you both started to walk to your home. "Ready?" It came out as a whisper as the two of you were now in front of the door. George gulped, and before he could register what he was about to do, he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you closer.

George kissed you, his lips meeting yours. It was short—shorter than you liked—but you knew it was his way of calming himself. "I'm ready." He nodded to himself, straightening his posture out of habit while you flicked your wand on the doorknob.

As the both of you entered, George could hear talking from a distance. The hallway was longer than his own room. Not even three steps in, a man popped out of the room from the other end.

"(Y/n)'s here!" The man had long hair, reaching up until his shoulders. Unexpectedly, he was wearing a suit. "He's kind of like Molly sometimes," he heard you whisper to him.

"Nice to see you all dressed, dad." You leave George's hand to hug your father. "Uncle Prongs is not going to believe me once I tell him about going back to your old get-up."

Wait, Prongs?

George tried to rack up his brain at the familiar nickname, though his nervousness is giving him a hard time to think. After you and your dad hugged, his attention went straight to George.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. I'm—"

"George Wealey, I'm well aware. My son has been talking a lot about you." The man's smile reminded him of you, calming down his nerves a bit at the positive reaction. "My name is Sirius, so don't call me sir; it sounds a bit formal, don't you think?" George would be lying if he wasn't amused at how similar you were to your dad, right down to the mannerisms and how you spoke.

Once again, he feels your hands on his, pulling him to move. "Where's Pops? Don't tell me he wants to do a grand entrance."

As if on cue, the three of you heard heavy and slow steps on the staircase beside the entrance to the dining room. revealed was another man, taller than Sirius and with brown hair. He had a few healed scars that decorated his face, making him look badass.

It took a second to recognize who he was looking at: "Professor Lupin?" George could hear your giggles to his side as the former dark arts teacher approached with a smile.

"When my son told me he's in a relationship with a Weasley, I thought he'd be with a boy like Percy ("Pops, c'mon!") But it seems he likes trouble better."

"Of course he does! He got his impeccable taste from his father," Sirius quipped.

The four of you began walking inside the dining room, seeing the table filled with variations of food. The set-up can probably battle the great hall in Hogwarts. There were more than four plates placed on the table—seven to be exact.

George wasn't the first to notice. "Are we having more guests?" you asked, sitting down on the left side at the end of the table next to Sirius, who sat in the middle, while Professor Lupin (George would call him Remus, but it just felt wrong addressing people who he knew as teachers first) sat on his right. You beckoned him to sit next to you, which he fully accepted.

"Yes, your uncle and aunt are coming, as well as Harry, of course." It was Professor Lupin who answered.

"Harry?" This time, George couldn't stop his mouth from talking. "You mean, Harry Potter?"

Sirius and Professor Lupin stared at him curiously before looking at their son. You had a sheepish smile, recognizing that look of theirs. You could only sigh as you held George's hand.

"Harry Potter is kind of like my cousin—not by blood, of course. Dad is his godfather, you see."

You could practically see the cogs inside your boyfriend's head spinning before seeing his eyes widen. "There he is," you mumbled with a chuckle as George gasped.

He tried his best not to point at two men in front of him, saying, "You're—you're Padfoot and Moony. Prongs is Harry's father. You guys created the Marauders' map!" The urge to jump from his chair and call Fred immediately was strong, but he kept his composure, still remembering why he was here in the first place.

"That we did," Moony confirmed, laughing in slight embarrassment. "Now I know who gave Harry the map," he added, making George blush at the memory.

"He and his brother are big fans of your work. It really helped us during our younger years in Hogwarts." You joined the conversation with a proud smile. "But I guess I was enjoying the map too much to bring up the fact that my family made it."

George's nervousness was long gone as he faced you, "I can't believe I never realized!" He exclaimed, making you chuckle. "You knew exactly where Filch hid it and you knew how to use it."

"I never noticed how weird that might've been, either. You were too focused on how unbelievably charming and handsome I was, weren't you?"

"When you speak like that, you sound incrediblely like Sirius." Your other father commented as he watched the two of you with soft eyes, along with the mentioned man who gave him a cocky expression.

"Of course! He got the face and the personality from."

"It's nice to see you admit he didn't get his brains from you."

George watched the couple banter with one another, too mesmerized that he was literally sitting with legends that him, Fred and Lee could only dream of meeting. He felt his hand was given a tight squeeze, turning his attention back to you.

"I think they like you." You said, "They like to bicker in front of people who they find comfortable."

"Sounds like someone I know." George retorted with a laugh, earning a smack on his forearms. "You really are your father's son." he added, but this time he was able to catch your hand, kissing your knuckles.

"I can now see why you're a better prankster than the three of us combined, I mean, you have trouble in your bloodline."

You rolled your eyes at his words, "At least you now know I'm better than you."

#marauders fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley #george weasley x reader #male!reader #george weasley x male!reader #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #as your dad #wolfstar #marauders

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obxismylife2 · 2 years

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First time

"Are you really sure about this?", I nodded, but he frowned.

"I want you to say it," I rolled my eyes. Whatever, a few words won't kill me. "Yes Rafe, I'm sure" in a flash he rolled me onto my back and was on top of me himself. His hands were resting on the mattress.

"But if you feel uncomfortable please say so" he grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. He was serious, which pleased me, but I don't think I felt uncomfortable with him.

"I promise" he smiled and kissed me. He pulled away from me and continued on my neck, making sure I was relaxed and didn't feel oppressed. He held his weight with one hand and had the other resting on my hip.

"I'd love to rip those clothes off you, but it would be a huge shame since I paid for them" he gave me a little laugh and got off me and stood up. I did the same and I turned my back to him. He flipped my hair to the side and lightly pressed his lips to my neck.

I tilted my head to the other side so he had plenty of room while his hands held my waist. He pulled his lips away from my neck and unbuttoned the back of my dress. Slowly he pulled the top of the dress off my shoulders and left it at that. I felt his lips on my neck again, which after a moment moved to my shoulder.

He let my dress fall to the floor and I stepped out of it and turned to face him. He took off his suit and shirt and walked over to me. He grabbed my shoulders and threw me down on the bed and in an instant he was on top of me again and started kissing me.

My hands went into his hair and he ran one hand slowly across my chest to my lower abdomen. I moaned a little into the kiss, which made him laugh so he decide to go even further with that hand. I couldn't take it anymore, and pulled away from him and groaned loudly.

"So, do you like it?" asked Rafe, still touching my private parts. I nodded in agreement and he smiled, continuing to tease me with his hand. As he did, he kissed my neck and moved to my chest where he ripped my bra open with his teeth, exposing my girls.

"You are so beautiful" Rafe looked me over and then continued to make his way to my stomach and lower abdomen where he stopped and looked at me. My back arched and my breathing began to quicken. It was an indescribable feeling, an amazing feeling.

Suddenly, I felt fingers on my hips, which in one graceful motion, pulled down my underwear. Within a second I felt his tongue playing with my clit. My hands grabbed everything around me, then one of my hands found its way to his hair and gripped a few strands. Rafe grabbed my thighs to pull me closer so he could indulge me with more passion.

"Oh god," I cocked my head and rolled my eyes. Honestly, this was the first time I'd ever felt this feeling. Rafe's hands roamed up and down my thighs. It added to the intensity when he noticed my back arching and straightening over and over.

My moans were getting louder and faster, and Rafe could tell I was getting close to climax, so he stopped what he was doing and worked his way back up my stomach and chest, to my lips, where he gave me the sweetest kiss.

He looked into my eyes and stood up, pulling down his pants and shorts. He crawled back on top of me and looked intently into my eyes. He saw the concern in my eyes.

"Hey are you okay?" He stared at me worriedly. "Y-yeah I'm just-" "Don't worry it won't hurt, I promise. Do you trust me?" He asked and after a few seconds I agreed. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine.

Then he pulled away from me and slowly, carefully, entered me while looking into my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried not to think about Barry who raped me a few weeks ago.

Rafe noticed and kissed me. When he pulled away, I looked into his eyes to calm myself down a little, because I was on the verge.

"Relax Abby, it's me Rafe, your fiancé and soon to be husband and maybe father of your children" I laughed and he could tell I was feeling better and he could continue. He started to move slowly, watching me the whole time to see if I was okay. When he noticed I was enjoying it he pushed deeper and harder into me.

With each successive thrust I felt fearless, uninhibited, it was such a fresh act that my forehead began to dew.

"God this is so beautiful" I remarked, and at that moment Rafe picked up the pace even more, making me feel like I was about to cum. Suddenly Rafe grabbed one of my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine.

I kissed him, and as the feeling of euphoria took over, I pulled away from him and rolled my eyes. With a loud moan, I came and Rafe followed right after.

We were both panting and sweaty. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Rafe got off me and fell onto the mattress next to me.

"Are you okay?" he made sure I didn't have another trauma. "Yes, I'm feeling amazing, thanks" he smiled at my words and pulled me closer to his body.

#outer banks #obx imagine #rafe obx #obx smut #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe smut #outerbanks

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 2 years

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Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Eleven

White static crackled in Laura’s head. The scent of blood was thick in the air.

A few hours ago, she’d pointed a gun at Travis. Half-serious, half-goading, she’d grabbed his service weapon and shoved it in his face. Now that she was looking down the barrel of a similar weapon, she wondered how he’d sat there and calmly tied his tie.

“I’ll kill you,” Jedediah said again, his voice and hands shaking. “Bobby, don’t look at your ma.”

Bobby was sat up on the sofa, bandages around his shoulder and devastation writ large on his babyish features.

Laura still held the shotgun with both hands, her only defence in a house that was suddenly hostile to her.

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Laura forced the words over numb lips, backing away. “It just went off in my hands.”

“Travis, get that gun off her,” Jedediah ordered his son.

Travis was staring down at his mom with a hollow expression on his face and sweat on his brow.

“Travis, I said get that gun off her.”

When Travis didn’t move, Jedediah lurched forward, still aiming the gun at Laura. He could just shoot her from the other side of the room, but maybe he wanted to take her alive.

Do whatever they did to people in this house when they chained them up or locked them in a cage.

As Jedediah passed by his son, Travis grabbed the handgun and twisted it out of his father’s grip.

“No.” The old man tried to snatch the weapon back, but his son turned away from him.

Towards Laura.

The gun was in his hand, and he stared at it. He raised his eyes to Laura, an unfathomable expression in his dark gaze. She remembered how this man could switch from friendly and relaxed to cold and threatening in just a moment.

Laura felt a whimper rise in her throat.

Don’t make me.

Don’t make me do it.

If Travis pointed that gun at her she’d have to point the shotgun at him. For the past few hours, they’d been allies, standing side by side and holding the darkness back. Working with him. Feeling his sturdy presence and hearing his words.

The night was when she liked him best, and it always had been.

Now she stood opposite him in a darkened room, his mother’s dead body laying to one side. Maybe he thought that Laura had shot her on purpose.

Maybe Laura had. She’d been filled with so much anger towards the woman who had hurt Travis. Beaten him down his whole life like he was a dog. Like he didn’t have feelings.

Laura took a deep breath. Her hands tightened on the shotgun.

Travis unloaded the handgun, threw it aside, and pocketed the bullets.

Relief poured through her. She opened her mouth to tell him she was sorry, but he gave a tiny, angry, shake of his head and turned to his father.

“Travis,” Jedediah barked. “You ain’t no good boy. She said it all along, your ma did. You ain’t no good boy.”

From the sofa, Bobby added his wails to his father’s shouts.

Travis marched from the room but came back a moment later with a blanket in his hands. He knelt down by his mom and laid the blanket over her, carefully tucking it around her.

With care.

With tenderness.

With…love?

Laura’s stomach was rolling. Oh, god. She’d killed his mother. What if she’d been wrong about her hitting him? Not that Mrs. Hackett deserved death for hitting her children, though the thought still made Laura’s blood boil.

She eyed the handcuffs on Travis’ belt and her back was suddenly slick with sweat. She’d just shot the sheriff of North Kill’s mother right in front of him. He wasn’t going to let his father torture her or shoot her, but Travis was a man of the law. There would have to be an investigation. He’d arrest her.

She’d go to prison.

No more vet school, and another person’s life on her conscience, always.

Travis got to his feet and noticed that Laura was staring at the handcuffs.

“Are you gonna, uh…” she began.

His brows lifted. “Arrest you?”

Hopelessness washed over Laura. The shotgun loosened in her grip and dropped to her side. She’d killed a woman. Of course she was going to be arrested. Would anyone believe that it had been an accident when every Hackett would say she’d killed the woman on purpose? Did it even matter anymore now that she’d killed a person whether it was an accident or not?

Travis held out his large hand, palm up. Laura let out a sigh and handed the shotgun over with a heavy heart.

Then she held her wrists out, waiting to be cuffed. What a pair she and Max would make in the cells at the police station. The werewolf and the murderer.

The sheriff reloaded the shotgun.

And held it out to her.

Laura stared up at him in disbelief.

In the distance, a howl went up. Silver light fell over the side of Travis’ face.

“Have you forgotten what we’re doing tonight?” he asked.

The counsellors were still in danger. Max had turned. There was a curse that needed ending.

And the wolf who had started it all was out there.

“But I—you—” She gestured at Mrs. Hackett, but Travis refused to look at his mother. He stepped closer with the shotgun and pushed it into her hands.

Jedediah Hackett dissolved into angry, clenched teeth sobbing. Bobby was whimpering on the sofa. The sounds hammered on Laura’s conscience.

She turned towards them. “I’m sor—”

Travis grabbed Laura’s arm without looking at her and marched her out of the room.

“Travis, I—”

“Not now.”

Outside, they got into his car, Travis gunned the engine and they shot away from the house in a shower of gravel.

Laura glanced over her shoulder through the grille. There was so much blood on the back seat. First Max’s, then Bobby’s.

Travis took a deep breath and raked a hand through his hair, swearing under his breath.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Travis.”

“All the blood on our hands.” He seemed to be talking to himself as he shook his head. “The things my family has done. It was bound to happen.”

“What things?”

He glanced at her. “Are you okay? I can pull over if you need a moment.”

She goggled at him. “Me?”

He was comforting her?

When she’d just killed his mom right in front of him?

“I should have let go of the gun,” she choked out.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he replied savagely.

“What?”

Travis swallowed hard and wiped away the sweat on his upper lip. “Do you know who’s out there tonight, attacking counsellors? Biting Max? My family. All those deaths at the freak show? My family. The hikers, the journalist? My family.”

Laura stared at him, wondering what hikers and journalist he was talking about. Then she remembered the strange things she’d been hearing all summer. The missing people.

They weren’t missing. They were…dead?

“Oh. Oh.”

The sick feeling in her belly as she’d struggled for the shotgun might have been right. Mrs. Hackett hadn’t just been in a temper. Mrs. Hackett could have killed her.

“Did you…have you killed anyone, Travis?” she asked tentatively.

He was silent for a long time. Laura tried to imagine him murdering anyone in cold blood, but just didn’t feel right.

“I just wanted to protect my family,” he insisted, his hands tightening on the wheel. But he didn’t look like he believed his own words. “There’s blood on my hands even if I didn’t pull any triggers. All the things I’ve covered up. The people I’ve locked away.”

Laura listened to him, her heart in her throat.

“I thought, I’ll hold on a little longer. Just a little longer and it would all be over. Holding my family up. Stopping them from drowning. But then the rope gets heavier and heavier with the weight of all the things that you’ve done.”

He stared into the darkness as he drove.

“All the things that I’ve done,” he finished quietly.

He wasn’t asking for her absolution, but it felt like he was inviting her judgement. Who was she to judge him?

Every month he’d hoped that the curse would be over, and every month, hoped had died a little more. These were desperate days. Little wonder that he’d acted so strangely the night they’d first met. In the days in between the full moon, he’d allowed himself a few precious moments with her, but his attention was always over the horizon, waiting for the next full moon.

He just wants it to be over.

Laura couldn’t change what had already happened, but she was going to try with everything she had to give him an ending.

Nothing else mattered tonight.

“When this is over…” Laura stopped herself and shook her head. It wasn’t her mother who’d been murdered in front of her tonight. He was probably feeling very different things to her.

“What?” Travis asked.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. Too much has happened.”

“No kidding. When I was deputy, things were quiet here in North Kill. That’s how it’s supposed to be. I miss quiet.”

Laura licked her lips, thinking.

What the hell. She might never get the chance to say this after the sun came up.

“I was going to say, if things were different, would you have wanted to go on that date with me?”

She hadn’t thought about going on a real date with Travis until she’d been facing down his mother, but now it seemed like the most wonderful thing in the world.

“Maybe you’d ask me out. Maybe I’d ask you.”

“If things were different?” he asked.

“Yeah. Normal. No werewolves.” No mothers being murdered.

He drove in silence for a few minutes.

“I would have said no,” Travis said quietly.

Pain twisted in her heart. Even now when they were playing make-believe, he couldn’t pretend there may have been something real between them, if they’d had a chance?

“But you would have kept showing up. Pestering me. Wearing those tiny T-shirts and cute little dresses. Causing trouble. Nagging me.”

“Nagging!” Laura burst out with a laugh. “I don’t nag.”

“Being a brat to get my attention,” Travis went on, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And before I would know what was happening, I would be kissing you. Tasting you. Listening to you moan in that gorgeous way you do. My thoughts have been thick with Miss Laura Keaney no matter how many times I’ve told myself, Travis, she’s not for you.”

Laura took a shuddering breath, remembering the power of his kissed. His hands on her body. “Why isn’t she for you?”

Because she sure fucking feels like she belongs to you.

Travis’ smile became bittersweet. “Because Miss Laura Kearney has a bright and beautiful life ahead of her, and I’ve messed up mine. I was messing it up for years before the curse came to North Kill.”

“Maybe you just need to give yourself another chance.”

“But I’d go on that date, Miss Kearney. I’d show up at your place in my best clean, pressed shirt and I’d ring the doorbell. You’d whisk the front door open with a smile, wearing something you’d know would get my heart pounding. I’d pretend to feel casual and say, You ready? And you’d smile even wider and reply, I was born ready, Travis Hackett. And even though I’d be holding your hand and leading you to my car, really it would be you leading me, because I’d follow wherever you go, if I could.”

Laura swallowed down the lump in her throat.

“Come with me,” she whispered fiercely. “Leave this place and start new.”

Travis glanced out the window at the full moon. “I’ll never leave North Kill. I’ll die here. When dawn comes, you’ll leave here forever. And that’s the way it has to be,” he finished with finality.

It wasn’t Laura’s fight. He’d let her come along tonight because she’s a force of nature, and he’s selfish and he wanted her with him. When the morning came, he’d put aside what he wanted, as he had so many times before. It didn’t get any easier to do that but he’d had plenty of practice by now.

Laura was opening her mouth to reply when something large bolted across the road in front of them. Travis slammed on the brakes and they both lurched forward as the car squealed to a halt.

His arm snapped out by reflex, and he grabbed hold of Laura, pushing her back into her seat. His heart was beating wildly. “Fuck. I couldn’t remember if you put your seatbelt on.”

She laughed weakly and tugged on the strap across her chest. “Safety first, sheriff. What the fuck was that?”

“That was Silas.”

They both stared after the creature as it disappeared into the woods, injured but not beaten. And far from dead.

“Ah, fuck. He’ll go somewhere and lick his wounds now.”

Laura thought for a moment. “When Max and I were run off the road, I went for a walk and came across this old, broken-down carnival wagon. It looked like it was being used as some kind of nest.”

Travis’ eyes widened. “That was Silas’ cage before the fire.”

“You think he might go there?”

“It’s not far from here. Let’s find out.”

A few minutes later they parked at the side of the road at the same place that Travis had pulled Laura and Max out of the mud all those weeks earlier. The tire marks were visible disappearing into the trees.

“Look.” Laura pointed. There were animal footprints in the mud.

Big ones. Fresh ones.

Travis dug in his pocket and came out with two silver bullets.

Laura opened her mouth to ask for one, and then shut it again. His family was out here, and she’d already murdered one of them tonight.

Travis’ hand appeared in her peripheral vision. He was holding out a silver bullet to her.

“No, it should be you,” she said with a shake of her head.

“It should be both of us.”

The man who never asked for help was asking for her help? Laura just stared at the bullet. “What if I mess things up again?”

“You’ve seen Silas. You know how he looks compared to the other wolves.”

“You trust me?”

His expression was clear. “I trust you.”

The shotgun blast echoed in her ears. She saw Mrs. Hackett’s mutilated face as she lay on the ground. “But I don’t deserve that.”

He held the bullet out to her, silently insisting. He was giving her a chance to make things right. Guilt lay heavy on his heart and conscience, but he was thinking about hers.

“You’re a good man, Travis Hackett,” she said, taking the bullet and loading it into her shotgun.

He muttered huh like he didn’t agree with her, and he turned to face the forest.

The dense, moonlit forest.

Laura shivered even though she wasn’t cold. “Do you think the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry is out there?”

“Eliza Vorez died six years ago.”

Laura whipped around to stare at him. “What?”

But Travis was already marching into the trees, his expression determined. He waited for Laura to catch up to him and matched his steps with hers.

Strange how it felt so right stepping into these woods with her and not Dad or Bobby, like he’d always imagined. When it was over, it was her face he’d see in the dawn light, the sky painted golden, and her face lit from within. Both as bright as the other, but one far more beautiful.

Dark shadows striped the path ahead and branches crowded out the moonlight. There were pieces of burnt painted wood strewn about. Old, sun-bleached Harum Scarum posters fluttered in the bushes.

“He’s there,” Laura breathed.

They came to a halt and saw the wolf across the clearing, crouched by his broken trailer. There was blood on his back, but he turned slowly toward them and dropped into a fighting crouch like he barely noticed his wounds.

The enormous wolf drew its lips back from its teeth in a silent growl.

“Stay behind me and keep your weapon up,” Travis told Laura, and stepped forward. He needed to get closer to ensure a killing shot.

A woman’s ghostly wail pierced the air.

The wolf bounded up on top of its broken caravan and disappeared from view into the darkness.

“Shit.” Travis panned left and right with the shotgun. He heard a crack of a branch to the right and whirled around.

A huge figure erupted from the trees to the left, claws first and snarling, and landed on top of Laura. She screamed and her gun went flying from her hands.

“No.” Travis lifted his weapon to fire but someone shouted in his ear. A woman’s voice screaming “SILAS.” He shot at the place where the werewolf had been a split second earlier and missed.

His only silver bullet.

Laura screamed again, this time in pain. The top half of her body was hidden behind a tree.

Travis rounded the tree and fired again, and the shotgun exploded in Silas’ back. The wounded wolf backed off into the trees. Laura lay whimpering on the ground.

Travis lurched forward and fell to his knees beside her. The stench of blood was thick in the air.

She sat up, wincing and clutching her bicep. “It’s just my arm. I’m okay. Where’s my shotgun?”

Travis saw that there was blood running from the bitemark, but it oozed slowly, and she was already shaking herself off.

But now she was cursed.

If we don’t shoot him, Laura will have to stay.

Travis tried to shove that terrible, enticing thought away, but his mind kept presenting him with images of him lovingly locking Laura up once a month. Kissing her through the bars before she changed. The rest of the time when the moon wasn’t full, she could be—

“There it is.” Laura pointed across the forest floor to where the shotgun lay. The gun with the silver bullet.

Travis mentally slapped himself and turned to face Silas. There wasn’t going to be anything more with Laura. This ended now.

Silas prowled back into the clearing, sensing that his prey was weakened and vulnerable.

Travis could feel the wolf’s ravenous gaze on his throat. “I’ll get that gun. You should get back to the car.”

“After that thing bit me? No way. Now it’s personal.” She looked at the gun and then at Silas. “You get the gun. I’ll distract him.”

“What? Laura, wait—”

“I’m already cursed. It doesn’t matter. Hey, fuckface.” Laura waved her arms wildly at Silas, leading him away from the shotgun.

This girl was insane. She was baiting a predator three times her size.

“Are you crazy? Laura, get back.”

But she wasn’t listening to him.

“It’s working. Travis, get the—”

But Silas seemed to realize that Travis getting that gun was the real threat, and with a snarl the wolf pivoted, bunched his legs under him, and pounced.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Laura said, switching direction and throwing herself into the werewolf’s path. She and Silas collided in mid-air, and they fell heavily to the ground, the wolf on top of her.

Silas snarled, and sank his teeth into Laura’s shoulder, right by her neck. She screamed, writhing beneath the animal.

Travis fired again and darted forward again for the gun, but Silas swiped at him with his claws. Pain exploded across his chest, and he fell to one knee.

Get up. She’s fucking dying, you useless fucking idiot.

There was no way they could kill Silas tonight, but he had to get Laura to safety.

He lurched to his feet just as Laura drove her elbow into Silas’ snout, and he backed off just long enough for her to fling her arm out and grab the shotgun.

She aimed it right at Silas’ head. “Eat silver, you piece of shit.”

Travis realized with perfect, terrible clarity what was about to happen. “No, don’t—”

A blast rent the air. The silver bullet punctured the soft flesh beneath Silas’ jaw and burst inside his brain. Where there had been a wolf a moment ago, now there was a dead boy. He fell limply onto Laura.

“Laura,” Travis gasped, running to her side, and shoving the boy off her. She lay in a shaft of moonlight, and the blood coating her flesh was black and ominous.

And there was so much.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll heal like Max did.” She gave him a strained smile, showing him that she would be brave and tough it out until the wound closed. Then understanding dawned on her face and her smile died.

The curse of Hackett’s Quarry was broken.

Everyone who’d been bitten was no longer cursed. Wounds would no longer magically knit back together.

Laura looked terrified for a second, and then she nodded, seeming to accept what was happening to her.

Travis didn’t accept it. He wouldn’t fucking accept it.

“You’ll be fine,” Travis said frantically, pressing his hands over the wound across her neck and shoulder. She was slippery with blood, and he could feel the gaping edges of the bite beneath his fingertips.

Laura swallowed took an unsteady breath. “Don’t tell your family about me, okay? Say it was you who shot Silas.”

He needed a bandage. Laura had a shirt tied around her waist and Travis tugged it off and tore it into strips. She’d be okay as long as he slowed down the bleeding and got her to a hospital.

A hospital that was over an hour away.

“Tell me about our date,” she said, wincing as he tied the bandage. “I like the idea of you wearing that pressed shirt, smelling all fresh and woodsy.”

“Don’t try to talk.” He tied another strip of cloth tight around her shoulder and beneath her armpit.

Laura’s face was pale in the moonlight and her eyes were glassy. “I can feel your hand in mine. You’re holding it as we drive along and the radio’s playing.”

“Fuck, there’s so much fucking blood,” he said through his teeth.

“It’s a warm night and I don’t even care where we’re going as long as it’s with you.”

“You’re going to be fucking fine.”

“Travis.”

He met her gaze.

“It’s all right,” she whispered, and then shivered.

This wasn’t happening.

Travis scooped her into his arms and held her tight against his chest. She’d shot his mother, and she was paying him back by curing this curse. But lives couldn’t be weighed against each other like that. She didn’t get to do this.

He didn’t give his goddamn permission.

“So, where are you taking me on that date?” Laura trailed bloody fingers down his face, her eyelashes fluttering.

She wasn’t listening to him.

She never had.

It’s what he’d admired so much about her. Laura Kearney, her own person, right to the end.

He pressed his lips to her temple and in a shaking voice whispered, “Anywhere you want, sweetheart. I’m following you. I always am.”

If this was the price of ending the curse, he didn’t want it. He didn’t fucking want it.

Her eyes closed and her hand tumbled to the ground.

“Laura? Laura.”

Somewhere in the woods, a woman laughed a slow, gloating laugh.

***

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Space Song by Beach House plays.

#the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #travis x laura #hackearney #fanfiction

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pinkiepiebones · 7 months

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man the more I think about the fuhnaff movie the angrier I get

I WANTED to like it. I was 26 when the first game came out. I remember seeing the fucking game trailers before it took the LP world by storm. Scott Cawthon revealed himself to be a massive piece of human garbage ofc but I guess I was naievely hoping 1) the money goes to Blumhouse folks and B) someone who is not Scott did the writing.

-The writing was awful. Like. The aunt was murdered by Golden Freddy* and that was never addressed? Her body was just there in Mike's house? And, oh, yay, Afton said "I always come back!" But within the context of the movie that made no fucking sense! I GET putting shit in for fans, but jesus, he wasn't Springtrap, he was still Afton! This was the first time the audience met him

-Whyyyyyyy was there so much goddamned focus on Mike. The first FNAF had an appeal because it was mysterious and tense. The animatronics don't move right away. But no let's focus 70% on this guy who, if I remember right, is actually his brother's killer??? And then he was groomed by Afton to lure more kids to their deaths?????? Maybe?????? Why was a movie called "Five Nights at Feddy's" so completely unfocused on the five nights or Freddy.

-We needed a lot more of the stage show. I wanted outdated animatronic banter like fucking Chuck E Cheese. I wanted more than one way-too-on-the-nose song. Like, jokes about Foxy having his own stage (also wasn't Foxy supposed to be in a room separate from the main party room?) Give us a full-on flashback to how Freddy's used to be, complete with Spring Bonnie walking around and pulling children away from parties.

-The tone was all over the place. So wait, the animatronics are stuffed with dead children's bodies and the souls of those children make them move?? So the children murder people?? Do they think every adult is the person who killed them so they're trying to get revenge?? But also they're under Afton's control so they're not trying to get revenge?? I didn't care about Mike's trouble with his little sister. The aunt subplot was unneeded.

-How could Abby hear/ see(?) the ghosts?? Why only those ghosts?? Who was the Golden Freddy kid?

-Vanessa fucking threw pills into a creek or whatever that was. You don't fucking dispose of meds like that, it can severely impact the local ecosystem. I get she was trying to make a point but jesus.

-What was that scream????????

-Seriously why wasn't the movie like half the actual game, seeing the animatronics start to move and roam and make the choking sobbing and gasping noises, Chica rummaging in the kitchen, cameras going out, etc and half learning the horrible secrets behind it all.

-Was Chica trying to put Abby into Circus Baby? If so why would Circus Baby be there at all

-Painfully PG. The springlocks tearing Afton's insides apart looked like he was having an IBS episode and spilled ketchup on his shirt. I know the core fanbase NOW is children but it's also a HORROR game. I also know they're going to pull the same shit they did for M3GAN, PG-13 in theatres, "unrrated" for the physical release. Still, it really steams my rice. Even the babysitter getting got was a shadow.

-Was Vanessa a real cop or was she cosplaying for her dad's convoluted as fuck plans????

-I still don't get how the whole "if we vandalise the place in the day, Mike will get fired" thing was going to work. No one else comes to Feddy's at night (except "it's my beat" Vanessa)

-Os there a dead kid inhabiting Cupcake??????????

At least the actual, physical puppets/animatronics were cool.

#I will take no rebuttals. Let me vent.

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Hi! I don't know if you still have open applications, but if so, I would like to read something from you about Viktor Krum and the relationship with his family: is he an only child or does he have more siblings? grandparents? what are his parents like? what is he like as a son/brother/grandson?

I hope I won't bother you :)

You are absolutely not bothering me. Actually (and no offense to anyone who has sent me marvel requests, I will get to them, I promise) this is the first thing that has come in that spark my ‘I have to write this now’ inspiration. Full Disclaimer: You may have just opened pandora’s box, because I’ve recently found my joy in Harry Potter again after this insufferable hellsight almost sucked all of it away, and Krum has always been one of my favorite underrated characters.

Enough of my rambling though, let’s get into what you’re really here for…

So I did some digging, and the only concrete things I could find on Viktor Krum family wise are two unnamed parents with no other information, and an also unnamed grandfather who was killed by Grindelwald… Not much to go on, but leaves us plenty of room to play.

I see him as an only child of only children. Puerly of how he came across as more quiet, reserved, and standoff-ish around people he wasn’t fully comfortable around (i.e. - He opened up to Hermione, or his team, some school friends, etc. but you stick him in front of a bunch of cameras at a post match interview, and the man would rather turn himself inside out than stand there and answer questions.)

But what family he does have, he is super close to.

They are all his number one fans. And while I don’t see the family as people who would be outwardly loud and obvious with their affections, Viktor has never once had to doubt if he has any of their absolut love and support in anything.

I 100% believe his dad plays some kind of managerial role in his career. There is not a contract Viktor has signed that his father hasn’t gone over beforehand. In detail.

Dad has a background in business, Grandfather is whatever the wizard equivalent of a lawyer is. Between the two of them, they have all of that kind of stuff covered. And Viktor is more than happy to leave them to it because it honestly gives him a headache trying to read through all the legal jargon.

Viktor had to move when he started playing professionally, and for the first year or so, his grandfather went with him until they were all comfortable (as could be at least) with him living on his own.

He absolutely never misses a chance to come home though. Not only to get away from life in a much larger city, but just because he’s the type to genuinely enjoy being home with his family and getting to relax and decompress.

He likes cooking with his grandmothers. And as they get older he’s not only happy, but enthusiastic to take over most of the work while they give him the instructions on what to do.

At the end of the day though, Viktor is a giant momma’s boy more than anything else. Anything she asks, he does, almost before she can even finish her sentence.

His friends used to tease him about it a lot, but he’s never been phased by it, and like hell is he going to let anyone making stupid comments dictate his relationship with his mom.

His mom is the only one to really use a nickname for him - she calls him either little mouse (because he was a quiet child) or little bird (because of how easily he took to flying at a young age) in bulgarian.

Every year he takes a camping trip with his dad and grandfather in the summertime. They’re usually gone for about a week

A little bonus content: Viktor as a dad

I came up with this character (Aleksandar Krum) years ago, and he’s still one of my favorite ocs

The day his son was born Viktor absolutely did not know what to do with himself. There were far too many emotions, and he’s still never sorted all of them out.

It was clear from a very early age that his son had a natural curiosity and a knack for learning, and Viktor threw himself into nurturing that whole heartedly.

They were always doing something to let Alek get his hands on and learn something new. And once it became clear that his interest really lie in learning about other cultures, Viktor made it his mission to take him to as many different countries around the world as he can.

Alek does have his father’s natural talent for flying, and Viktor does spend a good bit of time on a broom with him. But he’s never tried to force quidditch on his son.

He actually got really upset with one interviewer who tried to push the idea that because his son was a Krum, he should be playing regardless of whether it was what he wanted or not. It’s the only interview Viktor has ever gotten up and stormed out of.

Let’s be honest here: Viktor Krum basically turns into Hamilton in Dear Theodosia. Man loves his kid more than anything.

#harry potter #viktor krum #viktor krum headcanons #character headcanons #requests #holy shit this got away from me...

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“If you think this is a good idea, I want you to take a second, and pretend you’re me, so you can come to your senses.” - StaticMoth or V's! (Gimme-A-Thrust)

If you think this is a good idea, I want you to take a second, and pretend you’re me, so you can come to your senses.” - StaticMoth or V's! (Gimme-A-Thrust)

Being Overlords was a BLAST!

With the afterparty dying down, me, Vel, and Val all left the scene and retired to the Penthouse above the Studio that overlooked our Empire.

Upon entering the floor, Vark races to us and greets each of us with a bork and a few licks then he runs further inside and I hear a squeaky toy getting grabbed from another room.

A phone went off between us three and caught the youngest V's undivided attention.

"I.. I have a fuuun idea!" Velvet spoke slowly, a lightbulb going off suddenly as she finished reading the message.

I look at her then continue inside, Valentino leaning in to hear this 'fun' idea of hers.

Whatever this idea was WASN'T smart but telling the two 'children' I lived with otherwise was like speaking to a brick wall!

Pointless and a waste of air.

I settle comfortably on the L couch and beam as Vark rushes onto it next with his toy, body positively vibrating with his excitement as he lets me have the squeaky and watches as I quickly move it from one hand to the other.

Those cute dopey eyes couldn't get any bigger I thought and boy was I always proven wrong~

I threw the toy a few times, not hearing a peep from Val and Vel and regretted what they were up to that ceased their drunken/high laughter and childish whispers together.

"Guys?"

Vark runs back to me and puts the toy down just as something like a BANG is heard far FAR below the Penthouse balcony!

He looks at his toy, lifts it up and puts it back down with mystified confusion written all over his adorably dopey face thinking HE'D caused the upset!

I however knew it wasn't Vark or his toy that made that happen and sigh tiredly before getting up off the couch and walk carefully towards the open bay doors leading outside.

Sure enough-

"Guys?"

"Shh, shhhh! Voxxy's here~" Valentino chitters and instead of doing just that, he peeks out from the balcony to the streets below and cackles madly at whatever he saw.

"Heeey, Daddy~" Velvet purrs and hugs me.

"We're not doing anything~" I'm lied to right into my screen by the Social Media Overlord.

"Nothen hu?" I ask, stepping further towards Val and what he's looking at and laughing so wildly over.

"Cherri.. Cherri Bomb gave me- Damn these are fun!" Velvet giggled, unable to finish her first sentence and just pulled out a literal CHERRYBOMB from her jacket.

"There! Those assholes, Dear~" Valentino orders, pointing excitedly at more random passersby below the balcony.

"One Popped Cherry coming up, Daddy V~" Vel cheers and haphazardly throws the explosive over the edge.

I hold my screen as upon impact, the street explodes and screams of distress can be heard in the aftermath.

"And your doing this, beeecause?" I ask flatly as Velvet hands Valentino his own little cherrybomb and points to something further away.

A whistle sounded as it went flying away and the two 'children' watched with glowing eyes and smiles as another explosion occurred, this time setting a hydrant into the skies with a powerful jet of water beneath it.

That hydrant followed gravity of course and seconds later a loud CRASH sounds as it lands within the busy streets, leading to cars to crash and more small expansions to occur.

"I want you to take a second, and pretend you’re me, so you can come to your senses.” I say flatly, not expecting much to be done about it.

A REAL second passes, a single brainell is shared between the two Overlords, then as foreseen, nothing is done about the playful bombing of the City below, unless you count Val poking Vel and pointing with another finger behind her as DOING something about this!

She tosses this one over her shoulder and then spins to join Valentino in watching where it landed and what damage it caused, leaving me to turn back around, screen facing the smoggy skies and sigh loudly.

They'd crash soon, I hoped they'd run out of bombs before hand however-

Fucking BOMBS?

Really!?

@gimme-a-thrust

#written #my work #ao3 #hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel velvet #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #prompts

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cowboy-bumblebee · 2 years

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The Will of Mother

Chapter 10 - Wasted Potential

Warnings: cursing

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: having had enough of her “childrens” meddling, Mother Miranda takes it into her own hands to try and convince you to be on her side

Donna had left me alone for what felt like forever after I was strapped to the table. I was left to my thoughts of escaping, hardly anything within reach. The strap on my left hand was quite loose, and if I could just snap it off the table...

The lights flickered above me, turning off for a moment before turning back on. Ethan! He was here!

"Ethan! Oh thank goodness! You have to help me, get me off of this thing!" I shouted to him, struggling against the leather restraints. He didn't even really look at me. His eyes roamed my face, a disgusted look on his features.

"Ethan...?" I asked softly, watching as he walked up to me. He didn't respond or even register me as a person.

I started to thrash as he walked away from me, examining the rest of the room. I was right here, why couldn't he see me!? Unless he can't see that it's me.

I started putting more effort into left wrist, pulling and twisting at the restraint as hard as I could. Despite how raw my wrist started to feel, the restraint was definitely coming loose. But not before Ethan came back to me, inspecting me once more.

Moving to my left side, Ethan inspected my hand before grabbing my left ring finger, twisting like he was pulling a ring off. Sharp pain start to go through my hand as he twisted and pulled harder.

"Ethan stop, you're hurting me!" I cried, starting to thrash against his hold. Before long, a sickening pop was heard. Letting out a scream, Ethan didn't even acknowledge me as he walked away with whatever he thought he had.

Tears blinded me as I looked down to my hand, my stomach sinking as I realized he dislocated my finger. Thrashing even harder against the restraint, I panicked as Ethan started to come back, now inspected my right arm.

"No! No! Let go of me!" I screamed, my left arm suddenly flying free as the restraint finally broke.

Ethan's head shot up to look at my flailing arm in confusion, seemingly unable to see me flailing as my left hand poorly undid the restraint on my right hand.

Ethan grabbed at my arms, trying to stop my flailing before I threw my head as far forward as possible. The top of my forehead connected with his jaw, sending him off his balance as he landed on the ground.

Panicked sobs left me as I undid the remaining restraints, struggling with the one limp finger of mine that sent pain flying through me with every tiny movement.

"Son of a bitch!" I heard Ethan shout as I rolled off the table, hiding behind it before scooting myself under it.

He got up from the floor, searching for me. Did he know it was me? What was he seeing? Did he think I was a monster?

My thoughts halted as Ethan seemingly gave up, leaving the room. A shaky breath left me as I desperately wiped the tears off my face Was he out to kill me now? Did he know that it was me?

The doubles doors against the wall opened with a click, popping open ever so slightly. A warm light came in from the other side, followed by the smells of warm tea and a fireplace.

Crawling out from under the table, I slowly made my way to the doors, stepping through and looking at the sudden change in scenery around me.

I was in a small house, filled with plants and a warm feeling. The door shut behind me, no longer a double door but just a single front door.

A woman sat on a bed by the window with a child in her lap. It was Mother Miranda. She looked up as I came in, her focus quickly left me and went back to the child in her lap as the child started to have a coughing fit.

"My little Eva..." Miranda sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes before shifting her attention back to me.

"Your daughter?" I asked, hesitantly walking to sit in the chair near the bed. Miranda nodded, rubbing Eva's back soothingly as the child came down from her coughing fit. Her breathing was raspy, shallow.

"The whole reason I used the Megamycete in the first place was to get her back. I don't often like reliving these moments. But I need to show you why Rose is important."

“Megamycete…?” I questioned, watching as Miranda placed a kiss on the girls head.

“A mold. If I am to put it simply… it absorbs all life that comes into contact with it. Their memories… it’s been very powerful so far. You’ve seen the Lords, what it does.”

Miranda adjusted Eva in her lap, running her fingers through the young girls hair. She hummed softly, rocking herself back and forth to soothe Eva into going to sleep.

"Why do you need Rose? Why did you take her from Ethan?" I questioned, scooting forward as Miranda reached her hand out to me. There was a part of me that felt afraid. Like it was dangerous. The feeling quickly disappeared, replaced by waves of calm.

"Because Rose is the only way for me to get my baby back. My Eva. Rose is a child of the Megamycete. Ethan and Mia don't want to accept that, but it's true. They shouldn't have expected their troubles to end by simply moving." Miranda explained, holding onto my hand tightly, pulling me to sit on the bed next to her.

"And... and me...? Two of your Lords already have tried getting me to eat some... Cadou thing. Why do I need that?" I hesitated, watching as Miranda shifted the sickly child to sit in my lap.

"I can't tell you yet. But as soon as you accept it, and you've changed, then it'll all be clear." Miranda stated, making me wrap my arms around Eva. Pressing her forehead to mine.

She muttered a few more words, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Eva started coughing again in my lap, a sudden sense of urgency filling me as she coughed harder and harder.

"H-Hold on, it's ok." I tried to soothe her, panicking more as she started to choke. Eva started to convulse in my lap, throwing herself out of my grip.

My heart felt as though it stopped once Eva stopped choking. She made no noise. Her chest stilled. Slowly, she started to turn purple.

"No... no no no! Help her! Please help her!" Mother Miranda's voice suddenly rang out from behind me. A vision of the woman ran past me, throwing herself on the bed and pulling the child into her lap. Her gaze shot up to me, eyes teary and red, "Doctor, please! Help her!"

I opened my mouth to speak, but it wasn't my voice that came out. It was that of a woman, somberly telling her, "I'm sorry, Miranda. I've done all that I can."

Darkness. I fell into the darkness. The light up ahead showed a woman in a lab coat. She stood in what looked to be a musty basement that was cluttered with lab equipment. It was Mother Miranda. Something was different. Even from just this... dream or vision, I could tell that she was much more... alive. She was more human.

In a jar on the table next to her sat the Cadou. On a table behind her lay a black, writhing mass that was vaguely human-shaped. Snapping gloves on, Miranda reached into the jar and pulled the squirming Cadou from whatever liquid it floated in.

It squirmed even more in her grasp, almost like it was an animal trying to escape. Walking to the table, Mother Miranda looked up and stared directly at me, nodding me over to her.

Hesitantly, I walked to stand on the other side of the table where the black-mass was still writhing.

"In the early days after I discovered the Megamycete, all I did was experiment with it. It showed me what it could do, what it possessed. I had and still have every intention to use its power to get my Eva back." Miranda explained, placing the Cadou in the black mass on the table between us. Almost like it was an instinct, the Cadou burrowed itself further in the opening Miranda had placed it in, tendril-like roots expanding from it to anchor itself inside before it snapped the opening of the black mass shut.

"Is that what this is?" I asked, prodding the black mass hesitantly. Nothing happened, but it felt gross. Slimy and warm. It seemed to crawl over my finger and tried to continue up my hand until I pulled it away.

“Yes and no. This is the corpse of a grocer. But I let the Megamycete begin to absorb it. I don’t remember what result I was expecting but…” Before Miranda finished, the black mass let out a hiss and a cloud of smoke. Shriveling up and turning to stone, the black mass crumbled away. Miranda sighed, dusting away what remained as she said, “But I learned that the Cadou needs a host with ample life, a host that hasn’t been absorbed by the Megamycete.”

“Why would you try to put that in me?” I asked, suddenly sick to my stomach. Looking up, I found Mother Miranda mere inches from my face.

“Because I need you. You don’t understand why, you never will. You’ve never lost a child as I have, you’ll never know my hurt. So I need you to ensure that I see my Eva.”

“No!” I shouted, firmly placing my hands on Miranda’s shoulders with every intention to shove her away. Black tendrils shot up from the table below us, latching onto my wrists and firmly holding me in place.

“Don’t you understand? It’s an honor! A gift! A blessing! The mere thought of being chosen by me for anything just a week ago would’ve thrilled you! Made you a hero to your family!” She grasped my shoulders in a crushing grip, the scenery around us melting into that of another.

A circular chamber of some sort with the black mass covering every inch. A waist high pillar was in the middle of this circular room but like everything else, it was covered in the black mass. The room echoes everything back, regardless of the volume it originally had.

“I don’t want to be part of this! You stole someone else’s child and who knows what you need to do to her to get your daughter back!” I shouted, doing my best to yank my wrists out of the grip of the tendrils.

“Oh but why not? You already had every intention of saving Alcina and her girls! Is that not enough to prove to yourself that you want to help me as badly as I need you to?” Miranda taunted me with my own thoughts of Alcina, my guilt suddenly present and bothersome in the pit of my stomach.

“Don’t talk about her like she was nothing! I wanted to help a woman save her children from death! What you’re doing is wrong!”

“Have you any clue what I have felt?! What I went through, just to get to this moment?!” Mother Miranda’s voice became louder without her even beginning to yell. My stomach flipped as waves of emotion washed over me. Anger, guilt, loss, grief. They came in waves that felt almost physical and would’ve brought me to my knees if not for the tendrils holding me up.

With the waves came a harsh wind, louder and louder that drowned out my own thoughts but never Miranda’s voice.

“I won’t let you do this to me! Or to Rose! I’ll kill you!” I kicked against the tendrils that still held my wrists, Mother Miranda throwing her head back and laughing as she stepped away from me.

“Oh but I’m not giving you the choice! You will help me see my daughter again someday, if something goes wrong I need you!” Mother Miranda’s wings unfurled behind her, all of them spread out like a display of power that was supposed to change my mind.

All at once, the world was quiet. The only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing. Mother Miranda still stood before me, not even slightly bothered.

“You have potential, child of mine. More than you know. To pass up an opportunity like this… well that would just be a waste.” With that, Mother Miranda raised her hand and made a shooing motion, sending me flying backwards into an abyss of darkness.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #reader insert #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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Shameless, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of violence, slight angst, all the feels, mentions of mental illness and attempted suicide.

“What do you think we should do about it?” he asked softly.

You shrugged your shoulders, your head cocking ever so slightly to the side, “what we always do…”

Tony chuckled and pushed a drunken Frank off of the porch. He sputtered down the steps and came crashing at the bottom, glaring at you, “What the hell, Sofia?”

“Wrong house, Frank!” you reminded him as you leaned against the frame of the door while you held Anthony.

“I thought you said that your house was open to any Gallagher who needed some time or space away from the others!”

“My siblings,” you reminded him, “That rule didn’t apply to you! And anyways, aren’t you looking after Grammy?”

“She’s taking up my room!” he growled, pushing himself off the concrete. He brushed off his clothes and returned to glaring at you, “you know most children wouldn’t push their fathers off their porch-“

“Most fathers aren’t you, Frank!” Tony frowned as he moved to the top of the steps, “you know the rules. You can’t come over unless Sofia invites you!”

“Bunch of bullshit that is,” he growls, “I wanted to spend time with my grandson. With the latest addition to the Gallagher-“

“He’s a Markovich!” Tony said firmly.

“Oh whatever,” he growled, waving both you and your husband off, “I don’t need you anyways. I know where I’m not wanted and I’m clearly not wanted here.”

“So glad that you received the memo, Frank!”

He glared at you once more, “you’re a frigid bitch, Sofia, just like your mother!”

“HEY!” Tony growled, starting down the steps.

Frank scurried down the walkway and to the gate as Tony made a move towards him. He threw himself over the fence and ran towards the back door, knowing that one was less likely to be locked.

“Tony…”

“How on Earth do you guys manage to have the same genetics?” he asked, “better yet, how did you come from him?”

“Just think…me and Fi were tied for first place in that race.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he spared another glance back to the neighboring house, “you going to be okay if I head over to the station a little early?”

“Yeah…still want me to show up to the station around lunch and guilt the chief into letting you take us to lunch?”

He smiled a little bit more as he walked back up the steps and towards you. You leaned out the door enough for him to sweep you into his arms and kiss you.

“Tony!” you giggled as you pulled away. Your son was happily babbling between the two of you.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” he grinned, pressing another simple kiss to your lips before turning and heading down the walkway, “try not to get into too much trouble with your siblings while I’m at work.”

“No promises!” you teased.

“What if the drugs are really good?”

You frowned, hearing the voice of your sister’s friend just a few hours after the conversation you’d had this morning with your husband.

“Well, she’s not a sibling!” you said more to yourself than your son as you pushed into the kitchen, “but don’t worry…we won’t hang out with her!”

“HEY THAT’S MINE!” Debbie growled, reaching for the magazine.

“Debs, I need you to find the backpacks and any old school books!” Fiona ordered, “Carl put the daycare supplies back in the basement.”

“Okay!”

“Roger that!”

“Lip, you and Ian clean out the pool! I think there’s a few surprises in there for you!”

“Anyone want breakfast?” you asked, looking to your siblings.

“Cereal!” Debbie said, pointing towards Ian. He passed her the box of cereal and you frowned.

“You guys don’t want me to make anything?”

“Carl tell Lip to do it himself.”

“Lip, Ian says that you can do it yourself!”

“Carl, tell Ian he’s being a douchebag for not talking to me!”

“Ian, Lip said you’re being a do-“

But his mouth was covered up by Ian’s hand.

“Okay, whatever it is that you guys are still doing, I want it over before school starts!” she groaned, “so figure it out.”

“Mommy what’s my assignment?” Jasmine teased.

You and a few of your siblings sneered, “anyone want me to take them school shopping?” Tony left me his car?”

“I’ll go!”

“Me too!”

“Oh, me!”

All of you stopped talking when you heard your father upstairs, talking about coming down. Lip stood, eyes wide, “it’s a rooster in the henhouse. Hide the money!”

“Morning grammy”

“Morning!”

Everyone split off, Debbie hiding in the bathroom, and the boys all either going into the living room or out the back door. Fiona hid the money and you stood against that corner, smiling at your grandmother.

“What are you doing here?” Frank growled, “kicking me out and off your porch wasn’t enough? You trying to get the others to rebel against me too?”

“Wouldn’t take much!” you smirked. Your father started whispering something to Fiona and you looped around them, going to your grandmother, “Look who I brought over, Grammy…”

“Aww, my great grandson!” she smiled, scooping him up into her arms, “god, he looks like my babies when I’d had them.”

“A thousand years ago!” Frank added in.

“You do realize you just insulted yourself, Frank, right?”

He sneered at you, and your grandmother gently nudged you, “don’t mind him. He’s a cranky caregiver at best.”

He whispered something once again and started towards the living room. She stepped forward, “Frank. Give me two three-minute eggs, dry toast, and a cup of Maxwell house before we go to Indian Bingo!”

“I can make it grammy!”

“See, Sofia can make it. I just want to-“

“Nonsense,” Grammy smiled as she passed your son back to you, “Sofia and Fiona probably have things to do. You can make it.”

“You two have fun!” Fiona smiled, opening the fridge long enough to grab the eggs and pass them to Frank as he came back into the kitchen.

You turned to your sister, “I’m gonna find the kids…see who needs me to drive them around.”

“You have fun with that,” she laughed, “I’m going to go tell V and Kev about the boat.”

“Have fun with slut face Jasmine!”

She stuck her tongue out at you as she left the house.

“Kid…wh-what are you doing here?”

“Fiona kicked me out!”

Your eyes went wide, “What?”

“Fiona kicked me out of the house!”

You pushed past your little brother and started down the steps, “I swear to god I’m going to kick her ass. She can’t just ‘go Fiona’ on whoever she wants to and expect people to stick around. I’m gon-“

“I dropped out!”

You stopped on your heel and turned around, “what the hell are you talking about, Lip? You dropped out? WHY?”

“I-I can’t do it,” he said, shaking his head. You watched as the tears came in and starting rolling down his cheeks, “I can’t be the golden goose, Sofia…I-“

You rushed up to him and wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed into you. Your heart broke as he sobbed against your chest, “Lip, it’s okay. It-“

“She wants me to stay in school…get some good job and make it big…but I know it’s just because she wants me to take care of her one day…I can’t handle that kind of pressure Fi Fi. I can’t be everything she wants me to be…not when Karen is gonna have a baby, and I-“

It’s okay, Lip!” you repeated, cutting your little brother off as you stroked his hair, “hey, take a deep breath…just let it out. I’m here for you. You aren’t going to be out in the cold because you need some time to think.”

“I don’t need to think!” he said as he shook his head, backing away from you enough so that he could look into your eyes, “Sofia…I don’t want to focus on school. Not when I’m going to be a dad. I-I need to start watching out for me and Kar. I need to-“

“You need to come inside, get a hot shower, let me make up the guest room and dinner for you, and you need to think.” You said firmly as you held his face in your hands, “you’re clearly overstimulated and you need a second to catch up and process everything. Fiona’s never kicked any of you guys out, but she’s done this to me before. Not because of school, but just because she was having an off day, and we went at it. In her mind you challenged her…”

“So that means that she can punish me by kicking me out?” he growled, “Fi Fi, that’s not fair.”

“No one said it was fair, baby,” you sighed sadly. He sniffled and you looked across the way. The lights were still on in the house, but no one had come outside. You looked back to your door, “let’s get you up and inside, okay?”

“You’re not gonna make me go back to school like Fiona wants, are you?”

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, Lip,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek, “you’re going to be seventeen…and you’re certainly smart enough to think for yourself. But we are going to talk about your decision.”

“Sofi-“

“I’m not saying we have to do it tonight, or even next week,” you said softly as you cut him off, “tonight you just need to unwind. You need to process and think about what you want to do…and then you need to look at your options…”

“What about Tony?” he asked, “won’t he be pissed that I’m staying with you guys? Or-“

“Tony’s used to our craziness, Lip,” you laughed, “he’s used to my bipolar ass…just like he’s used to Frank being drunk in a ditch. And Carl trying to mutilate something. And Fiona going a step too far. He’s used to the Gallagher effect.”

“The Gallagher effect,” he chuckled, “you make it sound like some scientific theory.”

“It is…if you’re a Gallagher, then you’re always dynamic. There is no static point in our life. We’re prone to fucking shit up and creating chaos.”

He chuckled, sniffling away the last of his tears, “and-and you won’t make me go back? To the house, or Fiona? Especially if I don’t want to go back to school?”

“I trust you!” you said simply, “I’m in your corner, Lip…now come on…it’s getting pretty chilly out…and you look like you haven’t had dinner. Tony’s gonna be home soon, and Anthony is already asleep.”

“Thanks, Sofia.”

“Of course, Lip.”

“So, she just kicked him out?”

You nodded once more as your husband sighed. The two of you were standing at the entrance of the guest room, looking in on an exhausted, but resting Lip.

“Said he had to go to school or get out of the house…” you sighed before looking back to your husband, “I told him that he could stay here as long as he needed until he figured out what he really wants to do.”

“You’re not worried about Fiona coming after you, demanding that you return him, or convince him to go back to school?”

“Tony, Lip is smarter than all of us combined…” you sighed, “if this is what he wants to do, I’m going to support it. Because out of all of us, he’s always been the one that can make up the most amazing plan. It was his idea to start the squirrel fund when we were younger. I know that he’ll figure out what he wants to do and do it well.”

“I don’t know about that,” Tony chuckled, “you and him were the only ones in your families to get perfect scores on your SATs. You used to tutor your siblings. Even him…don’t go giving him all the credit…I mean, he’s still a kid, Sofia…how do you know that he is going to make the choice this time around? He could just be freaking out about Karen being pregnant.”

“My point is,” you said slowly as you looked back into the room, “is that I trust him…I trust Lip with whatever decision that he wants to make…because I know that he’ll make the right one for himself. He’s just worried.”

“Well yeah…he’s about to be a teen dad.”

“Which is why I’m here for him in any capacity that he needs it, Tony,” you admitted, “right now, he’s overwhelmed. Fiona wants him to focus on school and get out of the yards. He wants to be the dad that Frank never was to this kid that he’s just really getting used to the idea of. I mean, shit, he knows that I don’t like Karen Jackson, but if she dumped that kid on him tomorrow and he said he needed help, or that he needed to move in with us, I’d let him. I’d help him any way that I could.”

“You’re a good sister, Sofia.”

“You’re not mad at that thought?” you asked softly, looking up at your husband, “you’re not mad at the idea that I’d let one of my siblings move in should they ever need it? Or that I wouldn’t force them to go back to school?”

“You trust lip, and I trust you!” he said firmly, making your heart ache at the sweetness of your own words, “I trust whatever you would want to do, Sofia. If your siblings wanted to move in and you knew that Fiona couldn’t care for them anymore, I’d let them. If you told me tomorrow that you needed to give all the money you saved up to them in order to keep them afloat, I’d let you. Those kids have seen you as the one that got to do the things that Fiona didn’t. You graduated. You got married. You have a child. But they never really saw you doing that and taking care of them. Fiona would get them up for school, but you would make breakfast. You would tutor them and get them extra little snacks or trinkets. You would make sure that the birthday parties were planned, and you had a cake or something fun to do. You were there just as much as she was, playing Superwoman, Sofia.”

“I just feel guilty sometimes,” you admitted, “I feel like sometimes I let Fiona take the lead, despite me being the older sibling. I just let her take on all the responsibilities…I should have done it.”

“You were only older because they pulled you out of Monica first,” he reminded you softly, “and when she left you guys, you were in a psych ward from an attempted suicide because she took your pills away. You needed that routine. You needed the structure to keep you from collapsing in on yourself…and baby, I’m so proud of everything you did to keep yourself afloat while you helped your family.”

“Sometimes I feel like I abandoned them though.”

Lip flipped over and looked at you, tears in his eyes all over again. You gasped, eyes wide. Tears filled your eyes as he sat up, “You didn’t abandon us, Fi Fi….”

“Lip…”

“None of us ever thought you did,” he said quickly, closing the distance between the two of you. You felt your husband let go of your waist as your brother swept you into his arms, and the two of you began to cry, “None of us ever thought you did that…”

“I’m like Monica, Lip…”

“You’re not!” he said urgently as he stroked your hair, “you’re nothing like her, Fi Fi. You’re caring…and loving…and supportive…and you’ve done so much to make sure we didn’t end up in foster care…what’s happened isn’t your fault. You’ve always tried to protect us, even when you couldn’t protect yourself.”

You sobbed into his chest, hearing the words from his mouth.

All those years, when you were barely hanging on, when the meds were getting readjusted, you always felt like there was some part of you that was failing, because you weren’t doing as much as Fiona was to help out the house. You weren’t doing what you thought you should be doing for the family.

You weren’t the designated leader.

But hearing the words from his mouth was the vindication that you didn’t realize you needed. Hearing him say those things gave you a strength that you didn’t realize you had.

“Thank you!” you whimpered, your voice cracking as Lip held on to you.

Chapter 15

#shameless #frank gallagher #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #grammy gallagher #tony markovich #season 2 #karen jackson

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Creepypasta D&D character!!

Tw for like: scars, hospitals, death, etc

She's literally just a mix of a lot of creeps cuz I love them <<3 and my DM said I could! wooo!!!

BACKSTORY!

“Okay class silent reading time please.” the teacher spoke before sitting at his desk marking papers.

The class was silent and reading. I couldn't seem to focus on my book. The words were not making sense and I was bored. I watched people around the classroom slowly looking around at everything. “Gray. read please” the teacher noticed me and I swiftly looked down at my book looming each word.

A few moments go by and I hear his paper move and a small wince. “Oh dear…” he muttered under his breath. “Children stay here I must go to the office” he stood up and I smelled this scent, it was so strong it made my nose singe. Before I knew it I felt taller than normal. Different, strange. I lunged at the teacher hearing kids scream as blood splattered all over the walls and floor. Organs and guts are everywhere.

Eventually after a while I wake to bright lights and sirens. What happened? I looked around as my vision went from a foggy blur to clear. I saw my parents worried and two tall nurses “what's happening mama..? Papa..?” My voice sounded weak and tired. My mom was crying and dad was holding her. No one spoke and I laid there confused. I went to sit up but I couldn't. Looking around again I was tied up and chained to this bed “What's going on?! LET ME GO!! MAMA PAPA!!” I started to scream and cry and kick. No one was helping me. One of those nurses walked up to me with a syringe and I can't remember anything past then

I wake up in a new area in pitch black and no sounds. I couldn’t see or move much.. Let alone talk. something that was over my face. “Hello Gray.. your parents have left me in my care.. I’m doctor Woodaker " I heard a male voice. He sounded quite young. I wasn't able to see much about him due to whatever was on my face. He continued to explain things and as I listened my chest felt heavy. I could hardly breathe. I started to feel ill. After a little bit I threw up. “Oh.. my.. You're a special girl huh?” Dr. Woodaker spoke. I felt my face be touched and suddenly I could see, it was bright and I saw Dr. Woodaker. “Welcome to your new home Gray.” he got up and left

For years I’d bond and communicate with him, gaining his trust and seeing him as a father figure. Sooner or later I hit the age of 12.

He stopped coming into my confined room and started having nurses take me in and out of this room to a new one. A new terrifying room: a room with a metal bed with straps on it, a medical light above it and a tray of tools. Some didn't look medical, others did. “Gray.. hi sweetie” Woodaker was there so I knew I was safe.. Right?

“Daddy? What's going on..?” I was terrified. Before I knew it, he smiled and put on a medical mask and a grimy apron. As he did that, I was strapped to this metal bed “Gray whats your last name? Can you tell me?” Woodake asked me. I couldn’t speak, my chest felt heavy again, and I couldn’t breathe. It's been so many years since I’ve felt this. I threw up this black liquid all over my gown. “Oh dear again..” Woodaker chuckled.

Eventually he grabbed a scalpel and sliced his finger open. Blood poured out of his wound. I felt that same singe in my nose I smelled when I killed my teacher. I again felt different but I could see everything this time and hear. “YES! YES IT'S TRUE YOU'RE A MONSTER!” Woodaker screamed in joy and delight. Monster..? I'm a monster? That's all I could think of. He smiled and grabbed a few tools. He’d use these tools for what was called these “examinations”

My bones.. Were broken, sharp nails nailed through my bone into the table, cuts, bruises, bright lights.

He took it too far. One night when I was 18. I heard those clacks of the nurses shoes, I pushed myself into a corner trying to get away from them. “NO! STAY BACK! STAY BACK! STAY AWAY!” I’d scream and shriek but they grabbed me anyway. Dragging me to that dreaded room, that disgusting room. I’d continue to scream on my way there but I couldn't do anything. I was in a straight jacket.. Like always ever since day one. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME! I’LL KILL YOU!”

They were laughing at me knowing I couldn't do anything. I was strapped back down to the room's metal bed. “Gray, you are always my favorite.” Woodaker would laugh and smile. “Today we have a special test for you.” his disgusting smile glared at me before that medical mask was put on. He did his usual triggering of this “monster” when it came out he immediately shone a light in my eyes. I couldn't see anything. Then I felt a burning on my left eye. I shrieked again and screamed. After that pain was over I was satiated and woke up in my room. My left eye was black. I could see nothing. It took a year to get used to.

I hit 20 years old, and it took about a month. I did this for so long that I was trapped and abused so much I couldn’t bring out this “monster” so I tried to find a way to get out of this jacket. There were crosses, holy water, and a prayer book all around me keeping my demon away, so I thought if I was able to knock those crosses and flip them, something could happen. But nope. I tried and tried, and eventually, I figured out a way. I ripped the fabric just enough. The second I heard those clacks and that door open, I ran. No more holy symbols, I became a demon. Killing every doctor in sight there screaming, brought me pleasure. “SHE'S GOING TO KILL US ALL!!!” one screamed. I laughed “kill you?! No, I'm going to save you. SAVE YOU ALL AHAHAH” my voice sounded raspy and worn out. “STOP HER!” they continued to scream and beg for help, “NO! STAY AWAY! GO AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWA-AHAH” I laughed. I killed them all except for Woodaker; he was nowhere to be seen. I broke out and landed in a forest. Dead bodies everywhere. I felt this hunger.. I started eating as much as I could. Ripping their organs and feeding. Till I hear steps behind me, I turn and see normal people behind me. They are shocked in horror.

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Wei Wuxian’s Position in the Jiang Household

Fandom tends to mischaracterise Wei Wuxian’s position in the Jiang family greatly. A lot of people project more modern ideas about adoption onto his relationship with the Jiang siblings, and write as if he really is their sibling and only Yu Ziyuan’s abusive nature gets in the way of their bond.

This strikes me as a bit misguided. While adoption was practised in ancient China, it was mainly for the purpose of obtaining a male heir in the absence of one, or obtaining more daughters to marry off for alliances. Jiang Fengmian had no reason to adopt Wei Wuxian into the main family, and he didn’t. Wei Wuxian’s position in the household is far more nebulous than that, and honestly it’s hard to find an exact corollary, in Chinese history or in any culture, precisely because it was so messy and ill-defined.

A Companion to Upper Class Children

Wei Wuxian is the son of a servant of Yunmeng Jiang; it’s notable that Wei Changze is always referred to this way, rather than as a disciple. Wei Changze wound up leaving the sect in order to marry Cangse Sanren, and Jiang Fengmian considered them dear enough friends that when he heard they passed away, he spent years searching for their orphaned son. He wound up finding Wei Wuxian on the streets of Yiling and brought him home as his ward.

Wei WuXian was taken home by Jiang FengMian when he was nine.

Most memories from back then were already blurred. Yet, Jin Ling’s mother, Jiang YanLi, remembered all of them, and even told him quite a few.

She said that, after his father heard of the news that his parents both died in battle, he had always dedicated himself to finding the child that these past friends had left behind. After searching for a while, he finally found the child in Yiling.

(Chapter 24, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear from the start that beyond this sense of obligation to his old friends, Jiang Fengmian also had a role set out for Wei Wuxian: he wanted him to be a companion to his children, and Jiang Cheng in particular.

He encourages a friendship between them, insisting on a sleepover between the two a week into Wei Wuxian’s stay.

On the second day, Jiang Cheng’s puppies were given to someone else.

This angered Jiang Cheng so much that he threw a big tantrum. No matter how much Jiang FengMian comforted him gently, telling him that they should ‘be good friends’, he refused to talk to Wei WuXian. Quite a few days later, Jiang Cheng’s attitude softened. Jiang FengMian wanted to strike while the iron was still hot, so he told Wei WuXian to sleep in the same room as him, hoping that they’d grow fonder of each other.

[...]

That night, Jiang Cheng locked Wei WuXian outside his room, refusing to let him in.

[...]

Wei WuXian waited outside for a long time. When the door opened, before the joy could spread onto his face, he was bombarded with a pile of things being thrown out. The door banged shut again.

Jiang Cheng told him from inside, “Go sleep somewhere else! This is my room! You’re even gonna steal my room?!”

[...]

Standing outside, as Wei WuXian heard that dogs would come bite him, fear immediately bubbled within him. Twisting his fingers, he hurried, “I’ll go, I’ll go. Don’t call the dogs!”

Dragging behind him the sheets and blanket that were thrown outside, he ran out the hall. Having only arrived at Lotus Pier for a short period of time, he didn’t dare jump around yet. Every day, he obediently holed up in the places that Jiang FengMian told him to stay at. He didn’t even know where his room was, much less have the courage to knock on other people’s doors, scared that it’d disturb someone’s dreams.

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

After Jiang Cheng is worried about getting in trouble, he goes to Jiang Yanli for help, and she searches for Wei Wuxian.

But this was the first pair of shoes that Jiang FengMian bought him. Wei WuXian was too embarrassed to make him go out of his way to buy another pair, and so he said that they weren’t too big. Jiang YanLi helped him into his shoe and pressed the hollow tip, “It is a bit big. I’ll fix it for you when we get back.”

Hearing this, Wei WuXian felt somewhat uneasy, as if he did something wrong again.

Living in other people’s homes, the worst that could happen was to make trouble for the hosts.

Jiang YanLi put him onto her back and began to walk back, wobbling in her steps as she spoke, “A-Ying, no matter what A-Cheng said to you, don’t bother about him. He doesn’t have a good temper, so he’s always home playing with himself. Those puppies were his favorites. Dad sent them away, and so he’s feeling upset. He’s actually really happy that somebody’s here to be with him.”

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

Later, Wei Wuxian offers to cover for him, saying simply that he ran outside by himself because he was scared. In this one case it feels like a genuine instance of children showing solidarity and covering for each other’s little misbehaviours. But it also follows a pattern of Wei Wuxian doing this and making excuses, time and time again, for Jiang Cheng. I wonder if on some level, he already knew that his role in the household was in part to be a companion-servant to Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian normally never puts up with people treating him poorly or being arrogant; he constantly bites his tongue when Jiang Cheng does so around him. While they study at Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng frequently insults Wei Wuxian, who always just smiles and laughs it off.

Jiang Cheng humphed, “Him? He wakes at nine in the morning and sleeps at one during the night. When he wakes up, he doesn’t practice his sword or meditate; he goes boating, swims around, picks lotus seedpods, and hunts for pheasants.”

Wei WuXian replied, “No matter how much pheasants I hunt, I’m still number one.”

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng scolded with a darkened expression, “What are you proud of?! What is there to be proud of with this?! Do you think that it’s a glorious thing to be told by someone to get lost? You bring so much shame upon our sect!”

(Chapter 16, Exiled Rebels translation)

We never see Wei Wuxian excusing this sort of behaviour from any other character; he has no problem scolding Jin Ling for his arrogant attitude and telling him that he shouldn’t be imitating his uncle, after all! It’s only where Jiang Cheng is concerned that he does this, and honestly, even then he seems to be quite aware that Jiang Cheng’s behaviour is wrong; he simply accepts on some level that it’s his role in the household to put up with it.

He actually does, very gently, try to guide Jiang Cheng at times. In Lotus Seed Pods, for example, he tries to give Jiang Cheng advice on how to flirt with some of the maidens in Yunmeng and make friends:

Wei WuXian threw the seed pods toward the shore. It was a far distance, but they landed lightly in the women’s hands. He grabbed a few more and stuffed them into Jiang Cheng’s arms, shoving, “What are you doing, just standing there? Hurry up.”

After a few shoves, Jiang Cheng could only accept them, “Hurry up and do what?”

Wei WuXian, “You ate the watermelon too, so you also have to return the gift, don’t you? Here, here, don’t be embarrassed. Start throwing, start throwing.”

Jiang Cheng snorted again, “You must be joking. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Whatever he said, however, even after all of the shidi began to throw seed pods, he still didn’t start to move. Wei WuXian urged, “Then throw some! If you throw some this time, next time you can ask them if the seed pods tasted good, and you’ll be able to make conversation again!”

[...]

Jiang Cheng was just about to throw one when he realized how shameless it was the moment he heard it. He peeled a seed pod and ate it by himself.

[...]

After a while of laughter, he turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was sitting at the front of the boat eating seed pods with a long face. His smile gradually disappeared as he sighed, “Well, what an unteachable child.”

Jiang Cheng fumed, “So what if I want to eat alone?”

Wei WuXian, “Look at you, Jiang Cheng. Nevermind. You’re hopeless. Just wait to eat alone your whole life!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even sighs rather disappointedly when Jiang Cheng refuses to take the hint; he knows that Jiang Cheng’s sullen behaviour is going to make him miserable down the line, but all of his gentle efforts to nudge him in a better direction have failed.

He also speaks with great awareness of Jiang Cheng’s flaws after the fight in the ancestral hall:

Wei WuXian reached out with one hand and massaged his chest, as if trying to break up the pent-up feeling inside his heart. A moment later, he blurted, “I knew Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have let us go so easily. That brat… How could this be?!”

[...]

Wei WuXian’s eyelids throbbed, “Every one of them. The brat’s been like this ever since he was young.He’ll say anything when he’s angry, no matter how bad it is. He gives up on all grace and discipline whatsoever. As long as it’d annoy whomever he’s against, he’d say it no matter what terrible insults he uses. After all these years, he hasn’t gotten better at all. Please don’t take it to heart.”

(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is so interesting to me, because it really makes it clear that Wei Wuxian has always been aware of these flaws of Jiang Cheng’s. He hasn’t been viewing him through rose-coloured lenses or making excuses for him because he’s ‘family’. He puts up with Jiang Cheng’s behaviour because being his companion is one of his duties in the Jiang household. It may never have been directly stated, but there seems to be some unspoken understanding to this effect.

I honestly don’t know if there is any official role in history (in any culture, not just China) which perfectly correlates to this. In China a lady’s maid was expected to also be a close friend and companion to her mistress (in canon, see Bicao to Qin-furen and Yinzhu and Jinzhu to Yu-furen). In Europe an upper class woman would hire a lady’s companion, a woman from the lower fringes of the gentry who would serve as her companion in exchange for financial support.

I don’t know of any version of this role which involves two men. In general, this sort of role existed because upper class women were confined to the household by and large, and had very limited social spheres. Men, meanwhile, had much greater ability to meet with their peers and make friends. I almost feel like Wei Wuxian wound up being shoved into this role simply because even as a child Jiang Cheng was so unsociable that Jiang Fengmian didn’t know what else to do!

Wei Wuxian also at least once steps in and starts a fight in place of Jiang Cheng (essentially taking the fall for him). He does this when Jin Zixuan speaks disparagingly of Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses:

Jin ZiXuan asked in reply, “Why don’t you ask me how on Earth can I be satisfied with her?”

Jiang Cheng instantly stood up.

Pushing him to the side, Wei WuXian walked in front of him and sneered, “You sure think that you’re pretty satisfying, don’t you? Where did you get the guts to be all choosy here?”

[...]

Wei WuXian sighed, “… It’d be nice if shijie came. It’s fortunate that you didn’t hit him.”

Jiang Cheng, “I was going to. If you didn’t push me, the other side of Jin ZiXuan’s face would also be ruined.”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s also very notable that Wei Wuxian is never shown having friends outside of Jiang Cheng’s social circle, despite what an outgoing and friendly person he is. Any time he expresses interest in someone for himself, as with Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng tries to nip it in the bud. Being unable to deter Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji directly, Jiang Cheng instead tries to drive a wedge between them, constantly telling Wei Wuxian that Lan Wangji hates him.

“Yeah,” Nie HuaiSang spoke, “It looks like he really hates you, Wei-xiong. Lan WangJi usually… No, he never does something so impolite.”

Wei WuXian, “He hates me already? I wanted to apologize to him.”

Jiang Cheng sneered, “Apologizing now? Too late! Like his uncle, he surely thinks that you are evil and unruly to the core, and didn’t bother to pay you any attention.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng pulled him even closer, “It’s not as if you’re familiar with him! Don’t you see how much he hates you? You’re going to carry him? He probably doesn’t even want you a step closer to him.”

(Chapter 52, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even directly orders Wei Wuxian not to invite Lan Wangji to come visit him at Lotus Pier during the Lotus Seed Pod extra.

Wei WuXian, “Why are you so upset? My watermelon almost flew away! I was just being polite. Of course he wouldn’t come. Have you ever heard of him go anywhere by himself to have fun?”

Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not only Lan Wangji he tries to steer Wei Wuxian away from; he also interrupts his conversation with Wen Ning at the archery competition:

Wen QiongLin was probably one of Wen Clan’s disciples furthest in bloodline. His status was neither high nor low, yet his personality was timid. He didn’t dare do anything and even his speech stuttered. Through much practice, he had finally conjured up the courage to enter the competition, but he blew it because he was too nervous. If he didn’t receive the right guidance, perhaps the boy would hide his true self more and more from now on and never dare to perform in front of other people again. Wei WuXian encouraged him a couple of times and touched on a few areas of growth, correcting some miniscule problems that he had when he was shooting in the garden. Wen QiongLin listened so attentively that he didn’t even turn his eyes away, nodding uncontrollably.

Jiang Cheng, “Where did you find so much nonsense? The competition is starting soon. Get into the arena right now!”

Wei WuXian spoke to Wen QiongLin in a serious tone, “I’ll be off to the competition now. Later, you can see how I shoot when I’m in the arena…”

Jiang Cheng dragged him away, short of patience. He spat as he dragged, “See how you shoot? Do you think that you’re a model or something?!”

(Chapter 59, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even when it comes to Wei Wuxian’s friendly flirtation with Mianmian, Jiang Cheng has something to say and tries to deter him from her:

Jiang Cheng, “The one that MianMian gave you? I didn’t.”

Wei WuXian exclaimed his regret, “I’ll find her for another one later.”

Jiang Cheng frowned, “You’re at it again. You don’t really like her, do you? The girl does look fine, but it’s obvious that she doesn’t have much background. Maybe she isn’t even a disciple. She seems like the daughter of a servant.”

Wei WuXian, “What’s wrong with servants? I’m also the son of a servant, aren’t I?”

Jiang Cheng, “How can you compare to her? Whose servant is like you, having your master peel lotus seeds for you and boil you soup. I didn’t even get to have some!”

(Chapter 56, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng really does seem to view Wei Wuxian in a very proprietary light; he’s not allowed to have any friendships which don’t exist under Jiang Cheng’s direct control.

The idea that Wei Wuxian was meant to be Jiang Cheng’s servant-friend is reinforced at its darkest when Lotus Pier falls: both Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian’s last words to Wei Wuxian are an instruction to protect Jiang Cheng.

One hand holding him, Madam Yu grabbed Wei WuXian’s lapels with her other hand as though to strangle him to death. She spoke through clenched teeth, “… You damn little brat! I hate you! I hate you more than anything else! Look at what our sect has gone through for your sake!”

[...]

Madam Yu, “Don’t make such a fuss. It’ll loosen up when you’re somewhere safe. If anyone attacks you on the journey, it’ll protect you as well. Don’t come back. Go to Meishan straight away and find your sister!”

After she finished, she turned to Wei WuXian and pointed at him, “Wei Ying! Listen to me! Protect Jiang Cheng, protect him even if you die, do you understand?!”

[...]

Jiang FengMian stared into his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out. Only after pausing in the air did he finally touch Jiang Cheng’s head, slowly, “A-Cheng, be well.”

Wei WuXian, “Uncle Jiang, if anything happens to you, he won’t be well.”

Jiang FengMian turned his eyes to him, “A-Ying, A-Cheng… you must look after him.”

(Chapter 58, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even Jiang Fengmian, who supposedly favoured Wei Wuxian, only gives him instructions as pertains to his own son; he doesn’t spare a single last word for Wei Wuxian himself.

A Lower Status Family Member

It wasn’t uncommon throughout human history, across many cultures, for wealthy families to take in relatives who were orphaned or had otherwise fallen on hard times. They tended to have a lower status than the main family; they lived with them and were still a part of their social sphere, but were not quite equal, either. The English term for this is ‘poor relation’.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian isn’t actually a blood relative at all. But his position in the Jiang household definitely has some similarities. He lives in the main house, eats meals with the family, attends school with the son... He is even on some conditional levels accepted into the gentry of cultivation society. But he isn’t a full equal member of the family, either.

The fact that he’s Jiang Fengmian’s ward, not a blood relative or adopted into the main family, puts him at even more of a disadvantage. It seems that Jiang Fengmian paid for all of Wei Wuxian’s expenses:

Wei WuXian took a bite, “Back then, I didn’t even have to pay when I ate at the dock. I grabbed whatever I wanted, ate whatever I wanted; ran after I grabbed, walked as I ate. A month later, the vendor would get the reimbursement from Uncle Jiang.”

(Chapter 86, Exiled Rebels translation)

While this is a bit of conjecture, I gather that he was given access to family money as if he was part of the clan, and could just charge Yunmeng Jiang whenever he shopped in Lotus Pier. Which is great so long as Wei Wuxian is accepted in Yunmeng Jiang...but as we see during the Burial Mounds settlement period, the moment that acceptance fades, Wei Wuxian is left out in the cold without a single coin. And because he isn’t a member of the family, it’s a far easier matter for him to be thrown aside, as he was when Jiang Cheng grew angry with him over his decision to protect the Wens.

Of course, Chinese families traditionally did share their wealth, and still do nowadays. Ideally, in a loving family, this is a positive and means they all support each other; but when that isn’t the case, it leaves the victims of abuse vulnerable.

In Wei Wuxian’s case, he has some of the benefits of being a member of the Jiang clan, without ever actually being a member. He can be cast aside at any time, and he is never afforded the same respect by wider cultivation society which an inner clan member would have.

I don’t believe the novel ever directly addresses Wei Wuxian’s acceptance into the guest lectures at Cloud Recesses in this light, but the donghua actually has a very interesting little exchange about it which takes place between Nie Huaisang and a relative of his:

“Wei-xiong is just a disciple from Yunmeng. Why could he come to Gusu to study?”

“Wei-xiong is the son of Jiang-zongzhu’s old friend. He has been treated as their own son.”

“Oh, I see. That explains why they don’t look like master and servant, they seem like brothers.”

(MDZS Donghua, Episode 3, Guodong Subs)

Wei Wuxian was only allowed to attend these lectures, which seem to mainly be for sect heirs and inner clan members, on the grace of being Jiang Fengmian’s ward (and probably to accompany Jiang Cheng). While this exchange is not from the book, we never do see or hear about any of the other students being outer disciples rather than members of the main clan. Here’s what the novel had to say about it:

In that year, aside from the YunmengJiang Sect, there were also the young masters from other clans, sent to study here from parents who heard of the reputation. The young masters were all around fifteen or sixteen. Because the sects all knew the others, although they weren’t close, they had seen others’ faces before. It was widely known that, although Wei WuXian’s surname was not Jiang, he was the leading disciple of the sect leader of the YunmengJiang Sect—Jiang FengMian, and also the son of his friend who had passed away. In fact, the sect leader regarded him as his own child. This, along with how youths were not as concerned with status and ancestry as elders, they were soon friends. Only a few sentences passed, and everyone started to call others older brothers or younger brothers.

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

And Wei Wuxian isn’t treated as an equal at school, either; when he and his friends get up to mischief, he’s frequently the only one punished. Nie Huaisang even notes that Lan Qiren seems to be far harder on him than the other students:

Nie HuaiSang spoke, “Why does it seem like old man Lan is especially strict towards you? He always directs his scoldings at you.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

And we see Wei Wuxian being the sole one punished out of a group taken for granted by his friends multiple times:

As a result of cheating notes flying everywhere in the air, Lan WangJi suddenly attacked during the test, and caught a few initiators of the commotion. Lan QiRen exploded with anger, writing letters to the prominent clans to tell on them. He loathed Wei WuXian—in the beginning, although these disciples could hardly sit still, at least nobody started anything, and their buttocks were able to stick to their legs. However, now that Wei Ying came, the originally spineless brats were influenced by his encouragement, venturing out at night and drinking alcohol however they pleased. The unhealthy practices grew greater and greater. As he had expected, Wei Ying was one of the biggest threats to humanity!

Jiang FengMian replied, “Ying has always been like this. Please take care to discipline him, Mr. Lan.”

And so, Wei WuXian was punished again.

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

The boys were all cheating, but Wei Wuxian is the one punished most severely. This happens when he's caught sneaking alcohol, too (though to be fair to Lan Wangji, he probably was only punishing him, and himself alongside him, for being outside after curfew when he threw them off the wall).

Of course, Jiang Cheng didn’t dare to say that Wei WuXian was at fault. Thinking back, it was them who urged Wei WuXian to buy liquor. Each and every one of them should have been punished. He could only speak in a vague way, “It’s fine, it’s fine; it’s not that serious! He can walk. Wei WuXian, why are you still up there?!”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not entirely unreasonable for the one who gets caught to take the punishment (what’s he going to do, rat his friends out?) but their ready acceptance of this does fit into a pattern.

Jiang Cheng’s top was tied at his waist. Hearing his mother’s chastise, he hastily put it over his head. Madam Yu scolded again, “And you boys! Can’t you see that A-Li’s here? Who taught you brats to dress like this in front of a girl!?”

Of course, it was needless to think who led the group. Thus, Madam Yu’s next sentence, as usual, was “Wei Ying! Do you want to die!?”

[...]

He could still feel some pain in his back, so he tossed the paddles to someone else, sat down, and felt the stinging piece of flesh, “How unfair. Nobody else was wearing anything, but why was I the only one who got scolded and beaten up?”

Jiang Cheng, “Because you hurt the eye the most with no clothes on, for sure.”

[...]

Everyone nodded. Wei WuXian, “Thanks for the praise, you guys. I’m even starting to feel some goose bumps.”

The shidi, “You’re welcome, Da-Shixiong. You protect us every single time. You deserve even more!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

While we know that Yu Ziyuan is an abusive person in general, she abuses Wei Wuxian far more harshly than anyone else, even the outer disciples. It’s made clear to us in Lotus Seed Pods that she whips him regularly over minor infractions:

Madam Yu was even angrier, “How dare you run! Come back right now and kneel!” As she spoke, she let loose her whip with a flip of her wrist. Wei WuXian felt a searing pain slash across his back. He loudly exclaimed, “Ow!” And almost tripped on the ground.

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

And that his back is heavily scarred from it:

He felt his back, covered in scars both old and new, and still couldn’t hold back the question he’d be thinking about, “How awfully unfair. Why is it that I’m the only one who gets beaten up, whenever something happens?”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

Rumours about this even made it outside of Lotus Pier; during their visit to the ancestral hall years later, Lan Wangji even states that he heard about some of it:

Lan WangJi had on an expression of understanding, “Kneeling as punishment?”

Wei WuXian mused, “How did you know? That’s right. Madam Yu punished me almost every day.”

Lan WangJi nodded, “I have heard of a few things.”

Wei WuXian, “It’s so famous that even people outside Yunmeng, even you Gusu people know—how could it be ‘a few things’? But, to be honest, in all these years, I’ve never seen a second woman whose temper was as bad as Madam Yu’s. She told me to go to the ancestral hall and kneel no matter how small the matter was. Hahaha…”

(Chapter 87, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian’s lower social standing is definitely a part of why Yu Ziyuan is able to abuse him so terribly and receive little to no censure for it. Everyone at Lotus Pier simply takes it for granted, with the exception of Jiang Yanli who at least does try to deflect her mother when she is angry with Wei Wuxian:

Yet, all of a sudden, someone’s quiet voice drifted by Madam Yu’s ear, “Mom, do you want to eat some watermelon…”

[...]

Jiang YanLi almost cried from her mother’s pinching, mumbling, “Mom, A-Xian and the others were hiding here to relieve the heat and I came here on my own. Don’t blame them… Do… Do you want some watermelon… I don’t know who gave them to us, but it’s really sweet. Eating watermelon in the summer is great for cooling down and quenching thirst. I’ll cut them for you…”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

She both tries to deflect her mother from her anger, and also outright states that Wei Wuxian and the other boys weren’t at fault. Jiang Yanli seems to be the only one at Lotus Pier who ever does this.

After the war, Wei Wuxian attends social events at Jiang Cheng’s side but is never quite treated as an equal, either. See how at the Flower Banquet, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue greet Jiang Cheng but not him:

Suddenly, a voice spoke, “Sect Leader Nie, Sect Leader Lan.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Wei WuXian’s heart jumped. Nie MingJue turned around again. Jiang Cheng came over, dressed in purple, hand on his sword.

And the person standing beside Jiang Cheng was none other than Wei WuXian himself.

He saw himself walk with hands behind his back, wearing all black. A flute in the shade of ink stuck to his waist, hanging down with crimson colored tassels. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Cheng, he nodded in this direction to show respect. Attitude slightly arrogant, he took on a profound, disdainful appearance. As Wei WuXian saw the stance of his younger self, the root of his teeth even cringed in soreness. He felt that he really was pretentious, and itched to just beat the hell out of himself.

Lan WangJi also saw Wei WuXian, who stood beside Jiang Cheng. The tip of his brows twitched ever so slightly. Soon afterward, his light-colored eyes returned to where they were, still looking forward in that composed way. Jiang Cheng and Nie MingJue nodded at each other with grave faces. Neither had anything unnecessary to say. After a hasty greeting, the two walked their separate ways. Wei WuXian saw his black-clothed self glance around as he finally saw Lan WangJi. He looked as if he was about to speak before Jiang Cheng came over and stood to his side.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

They then proceed to talk about him and his lack of a sword behind his back, never having said a word to Wei Wuxian himself:

Nie MingJue’s gaze turned over again, “Why does Wei Ying not carry his sword?”

Carrying one’s sword was like wearing formal attire. In such gatherings, it was a non-negligible indication of etiquette. Those from prominent sects saw it as especially important. Lan WangJi responded in a lukewarm tone, “He had probably forgotten.”

Ning MingJue raised a brow, “He can even forget something like this?”

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

At Phoenix Mountain it also seems that Wei Wuxian is conditionally a member of the gentry, but not treated like an equal. Sometimes there are these more cheerful interactions:

Holding the flower, Lan WangJi seemed to be quite cold. His tone seemed cold as well, “Was it you?”

Wei WuXian immediately denied it, “No, it wasn’t.”

The maidens beside him spoke at once, “Don’t believe him. It was him!”

Wei WuXian, “How could you treat a good person like this? I’m getting angry!”

Giggling, the maidens pulled their reins and went to the formations of their own sects. Lan WangJi lowered the hand that he held the flower with and shook his head. Jiang Cheng spoke, “ZeWu-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, apologies. Don’t pay attention to him.”

Lan XiChen smiled, “That is fine. I will thank Young Master Wei’s kindness behind the flower in place of WangJi.”

(Chapter 69, Exiled Rebels translation)

But then he will be publicly disparaged and it is readily accepted by others. Jin Zixun first starts an argument with him by criticising Wei Wuxian for fighting Jin Zixuan, then turns the topic to Wei Wuxian’s having taken a third of the prey in the hunt.

Jin ZiXun, “Wei, just what what do you mean by going against ZiXuan so many times?”

[...]

Jin ZiXun sneered, “How is it presumptuous? How is any part of you not presumptuous? Today, in such an important hunt involving all of the sects, you really showed off your abilities, didn’t you? One third of the prey have been taken by you. You sure feel pleased, don’t you?”

[...]

He mocked, “But it’s only natural that you don’t think you’re in the wrong. It’s not the first time that Young Master Wei has disregarded the rules. You didn’t wear your sword in both last time’s flower banquet and this time’s hunt. It’s such a grand event, and you care nothing for courtesy. In what regard to you hold us, the people who are present with you?”

[...]

No disciple had ever dared say such lofty words in front of so many people. A moment later, as Jin ZiXun finally regained his composure, he yelled, “Wei WuXian! You’re only the son of a servant—how dare you be so bold!!!”

(Chapters 69-70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Naturally, Jin Zixun is able to weasel out of giving an apology, even though Jiang Yanli demands one. And guess who also takes a third of the prey, but this time without any censure?

Jin GuangYao, “In reality, not only did Young Master Wei keep a third of the prey to himself, our eldest brother has eliminated over half of the fays and the monsters as well.”

Hearing this, Lan XiChen laughed, “That is how Brother is like, after all.”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Never a Brother

As I’ve already mentioned, Wei Wuxian was never adopted by Jiang Fengmian, or adopted into the clan in general in even a distant way. And this nebulous ‘we’re letting you live with the main family as a charity, but you aren’t really one of us’ attitude also reflects in his relationship with Jiang Yanli.

I’ve already discussed how Wei Wuxian was more like a companion servant to Jiang Cheng than a brother. It’s also worth noting quickly that neither of them ever refers to the other as a brother. Wei Wuxian refers to Jiang Cheng as his shidi a few times, and Jiang Cheng never even refers to him as his shixiong (because Jiang Cheng views him as his servant, not as even a martial brother, I’d argue).

Only one member of the Jiang family ever does use familial terms to refer to Wei Wuxian: his shijie, Jiang Yanli. At Phoenix Mountain, when Wei Wuxian is being insulted by Jin Zixun, Jiang Yanli stands up and defends him, and states clearly that she considers Wei Wuxian a little brother:

The people who gathered around Jin ZiXun had on the same dark faces as he did. Yet, taking into consideration Jiang YanLi’s background, they didn’t dare talk back to her directly.

Jiang YanLi added, “Besides, hunting is hunting, so why bring the matter of discipline to the table? A-Xian is a disciple of the YunmengJiang Sect. He grew up with my brother and I, and so he’s as close as a brother is to me. Calling him the ‘son of a servant’—I’m sorry, but I won’t accept this. And thus…”

She straightened her back and raised her voice, “I hope that Young Master Jin ZiXun would apologize to Wei WuXian of the YunmengJiang Sect!”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

It doesn’t come through in the Exiled Rebels translation, but she actually refers to Wei Wuxian as her didi in this scene, not her shidi. She’s trying to draw a line and state that Wei Wuxian is a part of the family. However, no one takes her seriously, and shortly afterwards we see Jin-furen insisting that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian shouldn’t be walking alone together because it would be inappropriate.

Jiang YanLi whispered, “That’s not necessary. I’d like to have a few words with A-Xian. He can walk me back.”

Madam Jin raised her brows, looking Wei WuXian up and down. Her gaze was somewhat cautious, as if she was feeling displeased, “A young man and a young woman—you two can’t stick together all the time if nobody else is present.”

Jiang YanLi, “A-Xian is my younger brother.”

[...]

Wei WuXian lowered his head, “Excuse my absence, Madam Jin.”

He and Jiang YanLi bowed at the same time. As they turned around to leave, Madam Jin grabbed Jiang YanLi’s hand and refused to let her leave.

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jin Zixuan also never treats Wei Wuxian the way one might a brother who is still angered with him over his past dismissive treatment of his sister. For example, see their argument at the Flower Banquet:

Before he could see how Lan WangJi reacted, a series of clamor suddenly came from the other end of the base. Wei WuXian heard his own raging shout, “Jin ZiXuan! Don’t you forget about what things you said and what things you did? What do you mean by this, now?!”

Wei WuXian remembered. So it was this time!

On the other side, Jin ZiXuan also fumed, “I was asking Sect Leader Jiang, not you! The one I was asking about was also Maiden Jiang. How is that related to you?!”

[...]

Jin ZiXuan, “Sect Leader Jiang—this is our sect’s flower banquet, and this is your sect’s person! Are you going to look after him or not?!”

[...]

...Jiang Cheng’s voice came, “Wei WuXian, you can just shut your mouth. Young Master Jin, I’m sorry. My sister is doing quite well. Thank you for your concern. We can talk about this next time.”

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “Next time? There is no next time! Whether or not she’s doing well isn’t any of his business, either! Who does he think he is?”

He turned around and started to leave. Jiang Cheng shouted, “Get back here! Where are you going?”

Wei WuXian waved his hands, “Anywhere is fine! Just don’t let me see that face of his. I never wanted to come, anyway. You can deal with whatever’s here yourself.”

Having been abandoned by Wei WuXian, Jiang Cheng’s face immediately clouded over.

[...]

Jiang Cheng stowed away the clouds on his face, “Don’t mind him. Look at how impolite he is. He’s used to such rude behavior at home.”

He then began to converse with Jin ZiXuan.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng also quietly dismisses the notion of Wei Wuxian as a brother in relation to Jiang Yanli; when they visit to show him her wedding dress and she asks for a courtesy name, Jiang Cheng specifically says:

Jiang Cheng, “The courtesy name of my unborn nephew.”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Not our nephew, mine.

Even the disastrous invitation to Jin Ling’s one month celebration is framed as a favour to an old shidi, not a family member:

Jin ZiXun, “Since you’ve heard it from him already, you should know that I can’t wait. Don’t tell me that you’ll disregard your brother’s life for the sake of Sister-in-Law’s shidi?!”

Jin ZiXuan, “You clearly know that I’m not that kind of person! He might not necessarily be the one who cursed you with Hundred Holes either. Why are you so rash? I was the one who invited Wei WuXian to A-Ling’s full-month celebration anyways. If this is the way you do things, where does that leave me? Where does it leave my wife?”

Jin ZiXun raised his voice, “It’s best if he doesn’t attend! What does Wei WuXian think he is—does he deserve to attend our sect’s banquet? Whoever touches him gets nothing but a splash of black! ZiXuan, when you invited him, weren’t you worried that you, Sister-in-Law and A-Ling would receive an irremovable stain for the rest of your lives?!”

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear that not only does wider society not consider Wei Wuxian and the Jiangs siblings...they themselves don’t, either. Wei Wuxian, after all, readily accepts that his relationship with them is over after he leaves the sect:

Before they parted, Jiang Cheng spoke, “We won’t see you off. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.”

Wei WuXian nodded. He understood that it wasn’t easy for the Jiang siblings to have come out here. If someone else saw them, all those things they did for the public to believe would be wasted. He spoke, “We’ll go first.”

[...]

He turned around, knowing that it’d be a long time before he’d get to see the people he was familiar with again.

But… right now, wasn’t he on his way to seeing people he was familiar with as well?

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Cast Aside

The way cultivation society treats Wei Wuxian when he is not with the Jiangs is also very revealing. Any level of respect he is given is contingent on his position in the Jiang household, and when they aren’t around that minimal respect fades away. Look at how disrespectfully he is treated when he approaches Jin Zixun to ask for Wen Ning’s location.

Wei WuXian didn’t make small talk either, getting straight to the point, “No thanks. I don’t.” He nodded slightly at Jin ZiXun, “Young Master Jin, could I please have a word with you?”

Jin ZiXun, “If you have anything to say, come after our banquet is over.”

In reality, he didn’t want to talk to Wei WuXian at all. Wei WuXian could see this as well, “How long do I have to wait?”

Jin ZiXun, “Probably around six to eight hours. Or maybe ten to twelve. Or until tomorrow.”

Wei WuXian, “I’m afraid I can’t wait for that long.”

Jin ZiXun’s voice was arrogant, “You’ll have to wait even if you can’t.”

Jin GuangYao, “Young Master Wei, what do you need ZiXun for? Is it a pressing matter?”

Wei WuXian, “Pressing indeed. It allows for no delay.”

[...]

Jin ZiXun, “Wei WuXian, what do you mean? You came for him? You aren’t standing up for a Wen-dog, are you?”

Wei WuXian wore a broad grin, “Since when is it your business whether I’d like to stand up for him or cut his head off? Just give him to me!”

At the last sentence, the grin on his face vanished. His tone turned cold as well. It was clear that he had lost his patience. Many of the people within Glamor Hal shivered in fear. Jin ZiXun felt his scalp tingle as well. Yet, his anger soon soared. He shouted, “Wei WuXian, you are too bold! Did the LanlingJin Sect invite you today? And you dare run wild here. Do you really think that you’re invincible, that nobody has the courage to confront you? Do you want to overturn the Heavens?”

Wei WuXian smiled, “You’re comparing yourself to the Heavens? Excuse my language, but your face is a little too thick, isn’t it?”

[...]

Just as he was about to rebut, sitting on the foremost seat, Jin GuangShan spoke up.

His voice seemed kind, “It’s not anything too important anyways. You youngsters, why lose your tempers over such a thing? However, Young Master Wei, let me be fair here. Barging in when the LanlingJin Sect is holding a private banquet is indeed inappropriate.”

To say that Jin GuangShan didn’t mind what happened at Phoenix Mountain would be impossible. This was also why he only smiled when Jin ZiXun bickered with Wei WuXian but didn’t stop them, and only spoke up when Jin ZiXun was at the disadvantage.

Wei WuXian nodded, “Sect Leader Jin, it was never my intention to disturb your private banquet. My apologies. However, the whereabouts of the people whom Young Master Jin took are still unclear. Just a moment of delay, and it might be too late. One of the group had once saved me before. I will definitely not sit back and watch. Please do not feel pressured. I will make amends for this at a later date.”

[...]

After a few laughs, he continued, “Sect Leader Jin, let me ask you something else. Do you think that, because the QishanWen Sect is gone, the LanlingJin Sect has all right to replace it?”

All was silent within Glamor Hall.

Wei WuXian added, “Everything has to be given to you? Everyone has to listen to you? Looking at how the LanlingJin Sect does things, I almost thought that it was the QishanWen Sect’s empire all over again.”

[...]

A guest cultivator on his right shouted, “Wei WuXian! Watch your words!”

Wei WuXian, “Did I say something wrong? Forcing living people to be bait and beating them up whenever they refused to obey—is this any different from what the QishanWen Sect does?”

Another guest cultivator stood up, “Of course it’s different. The Wen-dogs did all kinds of evil. To arrive at such an end is only karma for them. We only avenged a tooth for a tooth, letting them taste the fruit that they themselves had sown. What’s wrong with this?”

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?”

Another person spoke, “Young Master Wei, is it that they don’t have much blood on their hands just because you say so? These are only your one-sided words. Where’s the evidence?”

[...]

Jin GuangShan stood up as well, his face a mixture of shock, anger, fear, and hatred, “Wei WuXian! Just because… Sect Leader Jiang isn’t here doesn’t mean you can be so reckless!”

Wei WuXian’s voice was harsh, “Do you think that I wouldn’t be reckless if he were here? If I wanted to kill someone, who could stop me, and who would dare stop me?!”

[...]

“Young Master Wei really is too impulsive. How could he speak in such a way in front of so many sects?”

Lan WangJi spoke coldly, “Was he wrong?”

Jin GuangYao paused almost unnoticeably. He immediately laughed, “Haha. Yes, he’s right. But it’s because he’s right that he can’t say it in front of them, correct?”

Lan XiChen seemed as if he was deep in thought, “Young Master Wei’s heart really has changed.”

(Chapter 72, Exiled Rebels translation)

The only person at this banquet who speaks to Wei Wuxian respectfully is Jin Guangyao, a consummate manipulator who is also of a lower social status. Everyone else speaks to him dismissively, refusing to respect his request for Wen Ning’s location even though he states that Wen Ning helped him during the war. Wei Wuxian is extremely polite at the beginning of this conversation, and only slowly begins to lose his temper when Jin Zixun speaks rudely and Jin Guangshan decides to bring up the matter of the Yinhufu (Wei Wuxian is right in suspecting him of wanting to replace Qishan Wen, of course, and that it’s very bold of them to think they have the right to a spiritual tool of his just because...they’re rich?).

When the sects meet at Koi Tower to discuss the breakout at Qiongqi Path, no one considers Wei Wuxian as an independent agent who they might actually want to meet and negotiate with themselves. He is a wayward servant of Yunmeng Jiang who the sect leader has failed to keep in hand.

Jiang Cheng only spoke after a few moments, “What he did was indeed a bit too much. Sect Leader Jin, I apologize to you in place of him. If there’s any way at all to help the situation, please let me know. I’ll definitely compensate for things however I can.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan, “Sect Leader Jiang, Wei Ying is your right-hand man. You value him a lot. All of us know this. However, on the other hand, it’s hard to tell whether or not he actually respects you. In any case, I’ve been a sect leader for so many years and I’ve never seen the servant of any sect dare be so arrogant, so proud. Have you heard what they say outside? Things like how during the Sunshot Campaign the victories of the YunmengJiang Sect were all because of Wei WuXian alone—what nonsense!”

[...]

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, “I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either.”

[...]

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, “Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can’t remember them either.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, “That’s right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant.”

One of the sect leaders added, “To be honest, I’ve wanted to say this since a long time ago. Although Wei WuXian did a few things during the Sunshot Campaign, there are many guest cultivators who did more than him. I’ve never seen anyone as full of themselves as him. Excuse my bluntness, but he’s the son of a servant. How could the son of a servant be so arrogant?”

[...]

“In the beginning, Sect Leader Jin asked Wei Ying for the Tiger Seal with nothing but good intentions, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control it and lead to a disaster. He, however, used his own yardstick to measure another’s intents. Did he think that everyone is after his treasure? What a joke. In terms of treasures, is there any sect that doesn’t hold a few treasures?”

“I knew that something would eventually happen if he continued on the ghostly path—look! His killing intents are being revealed already. Killing indiscriminately those from our side just because of a few Wen-dogs…”

[...]

Jin GuangShan continued, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re not like your father. It’s just been a couple of years since the reestablishment of the YunmengJiang Sect, precisely when you should be displaying your power. And he doesn’t even know to avoid suspicions. What would the Jiang Sect’s new disciples think if they saw him? Don’t tell me you’d let them see him as their role model and look down on you?”

He spoke one sentence after another, striking the iron while it was still hot. Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, “Sect Leader Jin, that’s enough. I’ll go to Burial Mound and deal with this.”

Jin GuangShan felt satisfied, speaking in a sincere tone, “That’s the spirit. Sect Leader Jiang, there are some things, some people that you shouldn’t put up with.”

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is very reminiscent of the way that Jin Zixuan would often turn around and say, ‘Why aren’t you controlling your servant?’ to Jiang Cheng whenever he had a dispute with Wei Wuxian over his treatment of Jiang Yanli.

When Jiang Cheng goes to the Burial Mounds and Wei Wuxian defects from Yunmeng Jiang in order to help the sect save face, Jiang Cheng treats this as a personal betrayal. He not only challenges Wei Wuxian to a duel but then announces that Wei Wuxian has betrayed Yunmeng Jiang and declared himself the enemy of cultivation society:

After the fight, Jiang Cheng told the outside that Wei WuXian defected from the sect and was an enemy to the entire cultivation world. The YunmengJiang Sect had already cast him out. From then on, no ties remained between them—a clear line was drawn. Henceforth, no matter what he did, they’d have nothing to do with the YunmengJiang Sect!

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

“Wei Wuxian has betrayed the sect, and publicly regards all cultivation sects as enemy! Yunmeng Jiang Sect hereby expels him, breaking all ties with him and drawing a clear line between us. Henceforth, no matter what this person does, it will have nothing to do with Yunmeng Jiang Sect!”

(Modao Zushi Radio Drama, Season 3 Episode 5, Suibian Subs)

Naturally, no one ever questions this or wants to hear Wei Wuxian’s side of the story. Jiang Cheng is a sect leader and Wei Wuxian his servant, and that is all cultivation society needs to know.

In Conclusion

Wei Wuxian was never really part of the Jiang family. The wider social view was that he was a servant who was lucky to be taken in by the family and allowed to live in the main house alongside the sect leader’s children. He’s accepted into cultivation society conditionally, but only as someone who remains a rank below everyone else.

This attitude isn’t just the wider social view which the family themselves disregard; they all play into it. Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Cheng both actively enforce it, Jiang Fengmian passively enforces it, and Jiang Yanli tries but fails to break through the social barriers between them.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #modao zushi

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Three’s a Crowd || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: when you come down to visit your boyfriend, bucky barnes, at the wilson residence and see his interaction with sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier.

a/n: here’s some short and sweet fluff prior to the season finale! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of starting a family? it’s pure fluff

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“Hey sleepyhead.” You hummed, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair.

At the sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your fingers slipping through his hair and brushing against his skin ever so slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to bet met with your figure sitting at his side, staring down at him.

No matter how many times he woke up to see you first thing in the morning with the sunlight highlighting your features, he would swear he was in heaven- utterly consumed with the feeling of pure bliss.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled, his voice still raspy.

At the feeling of his hands moving to lay on either side of your waist you smiled. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, realizing that you had come all the way down to the Wilson’s home when the last place Bucky had left you before going on his mission with Sam was at your shared apartment in New York.

“I missed you.” You shrugged.

“I told you I was coming home today, Y/n.”

“I know, Buck.” You said, now laying your palm against his cheek. “But I heard about everything that happened and I couldn’t wait another day to see you.”

Looking up at you and leaning into your palm that was cupping his cheek, Bucky couldn’t believe how he ever got so lucky as to have you.

Breaking him out of his moment spent admiring you, he heard the sound of Sam’s nephews running into the room, and turned his head only to see them playing with the famous vibranium shield in their hands.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

Immediately upon being caught by the super soldier, the boys dropped the shield onto the ground, scurrying out of the room, no doubt scared about getting caught with their uncle’s prized possession.

“Look at you babysitting.” You laughed, playfully swatting at your boyfriend’s chest.

Bucky caught your hand midair and scoffed. “I’m not babysitting... it’s just... dangerous... you know?”

“Sure,” You smiled. “Whatever you say, tough guy.”

Grasping the dog tags that were lying on his chest, you gently tugged on the chain and brought his face inches away from yours. Seeing his sleepy, smiling face- you brought your lips to meet his for a soft kiss before pulling away.

“One more?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Go brush your teeth first.” You laughed, watching as he threw you a fake pout. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”

Although the two of you spent the remainder of the day apart- Bucky training with Sam and you helping Sarah with things she needed done around the property- you came together again on the docks that evening while the Sun began to set over the horizon.

Carrying a crate in your hands that you had assured Sarah wasn’t too heavy for you, you made your way near the boat again, laying your eyes on your super soldier boyfriend for the first time since that morning.

You swear your heart could’ve burst right in your chest, taking in the sight in front of you.

Bucky was stood at the end of the dock, one hand on his knee while he chatted with Sam and his sister beside him. His other arm- his vibranium one- was stretched out and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as you witnessed Sam’s nephews and other children you hadn’t seen before hanging off of it, laughing to one another in awe about how “cool” his arm was.

With the golden hue of the sunset setting over your boyfriend’s features, you wished you had a camera on you so you could never forget the moment. You could’ve sworn you would’ve stood there for eternity staring if it weren’t for Bucky catching your eye, waving back at you smiling.

Although you couldn’t hear him, you watched as he said something to the kids, gently shaking them off of his arm, before striding over to you.

“Here, let me take that.” He offered, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down on the dock.

Watching as he did so, your mind was still utterly consumed with the image you had just seen in front of you.

“So kids really seem to like you, huh?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, before remembering what he had just been up to. “Oh that?” Bucky asked gesturing back towards where the kids were playing at the end of the dock. “No... they just like the arm, you know?”

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you knew that he was completely naive when it came to the positive effects he had on people.

“Buck...” You cooed, reaching for his hands and pulling his body closer to yours. “When are you going to realize that people like you for you? They think you’re cool! Sure, the metal arm helps, but just admit it babe- kids like you.”

Resting his hands on your waist, you watched as a teasing smirk formed on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with how kids act around me today?”

As soon as he asked, you began to feel flustered by him not only noticing, but calling you out on it. You hadn't realized you were being so obvious, but you could barely help yourself. Seeing your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, surrounded by kids? You couldn’t help but think of him surrounded by children of your own. All you could think about all day when not engaged in an active conversation with those around you was entertaining the idea of starting a family with your favorite 106 year-old man.

“I’m not!” You exclaimed, playfully swatting at his chest. “Why are you so obsessed with me being obsessed about you with kids? Hmm? Wanna answer that old man?”

Watching as you laughed while teasing him, Bucky couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.

“Buck-” You began.

“You know you look so beautiful right now?” He cut you off.

You bit your bottom lip to try to hide the large smile that was creeping over your face at his compliment. No matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times he complimented you, he always knew how to make you feel the same butterflies you did the first time you met him.

“Especially with the sunset? You look beautiful all the time, doll, but... wow.” He said.

“Bucky, stop flattering me.” You insisted, running your hands up his chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Y/n.” He said. “You’re the best looking thing on this damn planet.”

Utterly consumed in the moment, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Me?” You asked. “Have you ever seen yourself? I swear I want our kids to look just like you.”

As soon as the sentence slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. It came out so naturally you hadn’t even had time to think about it before you essentially just confessed to your boyfriend that you wanted to have children with him.

Although you and him had no doubt in your minds that you would spend the rest of your lives together, you understood that now might not have been the best time to bring up such a big life change with both of you only being thrown back into existence half a year ago and him being consumed in his work not only in saving the world, but in saving himself.

Embarrassed, you tried to weasel your way out of his grasp, but he only gripped his hands tighter on your waist pulling you towards him.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! Forget I said anything-” You pleaded.

“No, Y/n, stop. Stop apologizing.” He said. “Were you... were you talking about kids all day because you were thinking about... were you thinking about me being a dad?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could see how serious he was and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

The two of you stood staring at each other in silence for a few moments and just as you were beginning to grow afraid that you might have ruined everything, you watched as your boyfriend began to chuckle, a light smile playing on his lips.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“Thank God.”

Quirking your eyebrows you pressed again. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He asked playfully, pulling on your waist to tug you closer towards him. “Do you think I haven’t been thinking the same thing all day?”

“What-”

“Y/n.” He said seriously, the smile leaving his face. “You’ve been taking care of Sam’s nephews all day. Do you think the thought hasn’t crossed my mind? I know... I know I’ve been through a lot... we’ve been through a lot... but I want this with you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest, listening to your boyfriend’s words.

“What are you saying, Buck?” You asked.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling once again. “Okay. Today when I couldn’t tie the kid’s shoelaces because of my hand and you stepped in and did it for me I thought about how good of a mom you would be. You’d be such a good mom, Y/n. I’m a piece of work- I know that- but God you would be so good at it and if I have... you know... mini me’s running around I wouldn’t want anyone else because I know that they would be the most loved and cared for kids in the damn world having you as their mom.”

You once again couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you listened to your boyfriend’s praise. It wasn’t uncommon for bucky to worship the ground you walked on, but for him to give such a compliment regarding a future family of your own, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had been personally escorted to paradise.

Unable to find the words to describe the joy and excitement you were feeling, you spoke the only words you could find it in yourself to say to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

“I want it all with you too, Buck.” You said, moving your hand to cup his cheeks, “And for the record- you would be a great dad. I know you put on the tough guy look for everyone else, but as the luckiest woman on the planet- I’ve seen the love you have in your heart. You would spoil those kids rotten with love.”

You watched as the very rare instance of blush coated Bucky’s cheeks. Still smiling- so much so it almost began to hurt- you pulled your boyfriend’s face towards yours, allowing your lips to meet his. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss however, you heard a loud whistle, sounding from behind Bucky.

Peeking behind Bucky, you saw Sam standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and hands on his hips.

“Hey!” Sam teased. “There’s kids here!”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Sam.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You watched as Sam, laughing, took a swig of the beer in his hand, the sun setting behind him.

“I’m just messing with you, man.” He said. “Are you two staying tonight?”

The two of you glanced at one another, wordlessly communicating while smiling- both knowing what the other was thinking.

“I think...” You began. “I think we’re gonna start a family.”

When the words slipped out of your mouth, you and Bucky couldn't help but gaze at each other in awe of the situation. You were really going to do this. You were going to start a family with one another. You could hardly believe it, but you also couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

In front of the two of you, however, still stood Sam who spit out his beer at the sound of your words.

“Not on my sister’s couch you’re not!”

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