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kayoticworld · 3 years

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The Better Twin?

Atsumu Angst/Osamu Smut

Warnings: F!reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, CHEATING!

I'm sorry Tsumu. I woke up with this idea...

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You were dating Atsumu. Tsumu. Only him.

But realizing that Osamu also had a crush on you, it made the whole thing weird. Not only that. It made it tense.

Atsumu became very protective, whenever Samu even dared to say a single word to you or seek your company.

Honestly you didn't mind it that much until you realized that the grey haired twin and you had this sort of... tension. And that was why Tsumu was overprotective of you.

You had promised him a thousand times, that you'd never cheat on him with his brother, but was that the truth?

"Hey, Y/N. What are ya-?"

"Samu. We need to talk."

Atsumu was still at practice, when you had decided to go over to the twins house to talk about everything with Samu.

"May I come in?"

"Sure.", he lead you inside the room.

The worried look on your face had him wonder what was on your mind. As you slowly sat down on the edge of his bed.

"So what do you want to talk about? Tsumu is still practicing and-"

"I know you like me.", you harshly interrupted him.

Your eyes locked. He didn't deny it. Of course not. It was too obvious.

"I want this out of the world. I'm with Atsumu."

"I know. Yet you are here. Talking to me, without my brother knowing."

"He would freak out if I told him that I went to see you alone."

Osamu slowly moved until he stood right in front of you. His presence gave you a hard time swallowing.

"Tell me, why do you think he would freak out? You're his girlfriend, I'm his brother. He trusts us more than any other person in this world."

The was he was staring down at you with hungry eyes. It made you feel vulnerable. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

Slowly you got up, but now Samu was even closer to you. It made you uncomfortable, yet your heart beat fast and loud.

"I should leave.", you whispered, but it was too late.

A strong hand was cupping your cheek, whereas the other found its way around your waist, pulling you in like you belonged to him.

"Maybe you should."

His words were honest, but his lips were on yours immediately, swallowing every sound, everything that could have let you escape this situation.

You knew it was wrong. You wanted to push him away, yet both arms only found their way around his neck.

Caressing the grey hair you were fully embraced by him. Samu waisted no time.

His kisses were passionate, fiery and full of lust. He pulled your hair, so your mouth opened and let him push his tongue inside.

You had never experienced something that felt this wrong, yet so right at the same time.

His tongue was skillfull. He wrapped around yours with ease, angling your head and mapping out the inside of your mouth.

With half closed eyelids Samu went on to lick your neck all the way up to your ear, drawing pretty noises from you.

"Let me show you, why you're with the wrong twin.", he whispered, playfully biting your earlobe, just to earn another pretty moan.

His hand grabbed your thigh, sliding up so high, he almost held you by the ass. With a fluid motion you were under him, on the bed.

Again your lips parted.

"You still wanna leave, Y/N?"

Shaking your head was all you managed to do in response, as Osamu was getting rid of his shirt, while also unbottoning yours.

"Good. You are so beautiful."

The compliment made your cheeks even redder than before, as you reached out for him, to pull him on top again.

His lips felt so good. He felt so good.

The way he caressed your skin. Softly planting kisses all the way down to your stomach. Biting, nibbling on the skin, to make sure his twin would know what happened.

A finger pressed against the fabric of your panties and caused you to moan out his name.

"Fuck. You're so wet. Just for me, Beautiful?"

"All yours.", you agreed.

Osamu didn't waste any more time. He pulled down your panties and planted a soft kiss on your clit.

Your moans made him go crazy and the way you gripped his hair? Samu was painful hard by now.

With a a flat toung he gave you a few wide licks, before spreading you with his fingers and shoving his tounge inside your pussy.

"Oh fuck!", you moaned at the sensation, throwing your head back and gripping his hair.

He let you grind on his tounge while eating you out feverishly, like he had never had a more important meal in his life.

His tounge swirled around your clit, when he added a first finger inside you.

"Taking me so easily, slut? I love it. You look so good when you're all dripping for me."

Again your eyes locked with his.

"You were the one eating me out like you're starving and-"

The feeling of a second finger being added, both of them curling up and brushing against that perfect spot of your thight walls had you going crazy.

You moaned, loudly.

If anyone would have come home now, he would have been greeted with the lewd wet sounds Osamus fingers created while pumping in and out of your dripping cunt, your moans and of course Samus praises.

"Please... Please Samu, fuck me already."

"Oh, Sweetheart. If you beg me this nicely, how could I say no?"

He gave you a kiss while getting rid of his sweatpants.

The sight of his cock made you dizzy. Never have you craved something this much and the worst part was that Osamu was bigger than his brother.

He quickly caught up on the lustful look you gave him.

"Don't look at me like that, I was planning on letting you walk out... Or maybe I'll see how fucked up I can get you."

"Stop talking, Samu. Fuck me."

"Beg.", he positioned himself at your entrance. The tip was slowly sliding in, yet he didn't give you what you wanted. Not just yet.

"Please. Fuck me. Give me your cock."

With a deep kiss, he pushed his length inside with a solid motion. The high pitched moan of yours being swallowed almost completely.

"You were made for me, Y/N. Look at the way you drip around my cock. You feel so good, you whore."

The praising and the degradation send shivers down your spine, especially when Samu didn't gave you more time to adjust to his size.

He thrusted in and out of you at a ruthless pace. A hand circling around your clit as he continued to fuck you open.

Every thrust hit that sweet spot of yours. You were getting closer and closer with each thrust.

Samu sucked dark marks on your neck, yet his grunts were the most beautiful sound you could think of. They mixed with your moans and the sound of wet skin slapping together.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder, pounding even harder and deeper inside you.

His cock brushing all the spots, so your thight walls soon began to clench around him. It was like he belonged inside of you.

"Samu! I'm close!"

"I know, baby. I know."

He began drawing harder, thighter circles around your clit, as your pleasure began to take you over fully.

His cock hit every spot.

"Say my name, you whore."

"Osamu! Fuck!"

"Tell me, is this the best dick you've ever had?", he hissed.

"Yes, Samu! Yours is the best. I'm-"

He gave you another deep thrust, that was enough to not only send you over the edge.

Samu fucked you right through your orgasm, as he came undone himself.

Finally he let your leg off his shoulder, panting, sweating but there was this grin on his face. A grin he directly send towards the entrance of the room.

You brushed the hair out of your face, to turn your head, only to see Atsumu stand in the door.

"Atsumu!", you squeaked.

"Guess I didn't have to worry, about Samu after all, hm Y/N?"

This was bad. Very bad. Samu didn't even bother to take his cock out of you. He just rolled his eyes at his twin, whos eyes were starting to fill up with tears.

"I told you, Y/N belongs to me."

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fific7 · 3 years

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Evil Twins - Part 4

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

This chapter is 🔥 rated from the get-go. And there’s some Guys being Annoying stuff too.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

You closed your eyes, waiting.

But you should really have guessed that they’d both go for it at the same moment.

Aleks slid his cock fully into your mouth and Billy pushed inside your core simultaneously. Just as you gagged from Aleks’ cock hitting the back of your throat, Billy fully sheathed himself inside you and you gave a strangled gasp in response.

“Ssshh, ssshh,” soothed Billy, “you’ll get used to us in a second.”

He took a firm grip on your hips and began thrusting into you, while Aleks took hold of your head in both hands and began fucking into your mouth. The two of them then freed a hand and each grasped one of your breasts, kneading and massaging them in synchronisation with their thrusts.

Do they do everything in tandem? - a far part of your mind wondered.

Your eyes were watering by now as each stroke of Aleks’ was hitting you pretty hard, and so you decided you’d better try and relax your throat a bit otherwise he’d end up choking you when he came. At least, you assumed he’d come in your mouth.

You’d still been tensed up from their double penetration and you noticed that it was slightly more comfortable for you once you had managed to relax a little. Aleks was setting a ferocious pace, groaning and muttering foreign words you couldn’t quite catch. He was pushing your head even further forward against his thrusts, so you made yourself relax even more.

Billy, meanwhile, slid his hand in between your legs and began massaging your clit as he kept up his furious, deep thrusting. Each one was forcing a moan from you - partly stifled by Aleks’ cock in your mouth - but you knew Billy heard them as he whispered, “I hear you, sweetheart - get ready to scream!” And you knew you would, you could feel your orgasm building already.

Aleks suddenly grabbed your head with both hands again, jerking quickly against your lips, and you hastily swallowed the warm liquid you felt spilling onto your tongue in case it started dribbling out. Billy built up his thrusting and massaging of your clit to a crescendo, your climax hit you like a truck and you did scream, then felt his body tense and he was coming too a split-second later.

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Stroking your hair and face, Aleks drew his cock slowly out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, “My good girl,” he whispered against your ear, “taking my cock the way you did and then swallowing all my come.” You felt quite proud of yourself and then wondered - with extreme irritation - why on earth you were thinking that way.

Billy pulled out of you, leaning down and you felt him firstly kissing then licking, licking and licking at your clit with that tongue of his until you were squirming again. “Hey, stop that,” said Aleks, “her next orgasm’s mine.” Billy sat up, shrugging, “Okay, but only ‘cause you haven’t had a perfect pussy like this for decades or whatever you were claiming.” Aleks huffed and began to square up to him, but you said (somewhat hoarsely and tiredly), “Don’t start, you two!”

They both backed down, and Billy slid himself along your body so he could kiss you. You could see Aleks stroking himself out of the corner of your eye but Billy distracted you by kissing you hungrily and running his fingers along your jaw. Suddenly you jumped, as the second hard cock you’d had inside you that night pushed its way into your pussy. You jumped again as you felt it continue to push fully inside you but Billy held you close to him, soothing you and whispering, “You’re doing great, baby girl,” as Aleks began to thrust into you.

Billy sat right up on his knees and straddled your head, and that’s when you realised that he had another erection too. Of course he did. He gently pulled your mouth open and pushed his tip inside, quickly following with his full shaft, and he also began thrusting so once again you tried to relax your throat a little while he held the back of your head, then slid his other hand down behind him to grip one of your breasts.

Aleks was forcefully thrusting in and out of you, and once again loud gasps were forced out from your mouth around Billy’s cock. Aleks had a grip underneath your backside and was pushing you hard against his hips, while massaging your other breast. Then the hand on your ass went between your legs, and his thumb pushed inside till it reached your clit and he began massaging it while continuing to squeeze your breast.

Billy thrust deep into your throat and gave a feral grunt, releasing his come into your mouth, and while Aleks was still working you, you were busy swallowing as quickly as you could once more. Aleks was still pounding into you and rubbing furiously at your clit, and your orgasm burst on you like a firework going off. He continued thrusting for a moment or two more then he climaxed, and a second load of come was released into you.

The three of you sounded like you’d just sprinted home past the winning line in the Olympics, and this time the two of them kind of collapsed onto you. Billy and Aleks both pulled their cocks out of you, and you took in some huge gulps of oxygen. “Oh, baby girl,” gasped Billy, “that was amazin’.” Aleks took in a deep breath, “Fucking amazing, as I think my charming brother would put it.”

Billy sat up and crawled down the bed on his hands and knees. “I think our girl needs another orgasm as a reward,” you heard. “No, I’m fine, thanks,” you said, but then felt your legs being parted anyway and a beard started tickling your inner thighs. Billy’s tongue made its way right inside you, and he licked you deep and long before adding two fingers to the mix. You began mewling - you couldn’t believe it but yeah, you were actually mewling - and then his thumb hit your clit and began rubbing you so hard you thought you were going to come right then. He worked you with everything he had for a few minutes longer before your climax hit you and you definitely heard yourself scream his name.

Billy’s face - complete with glossy lips and chin shining in the low light - popped up from between your legs with the biggest smirk ever on it. Then you saw a sulky-faced Aleks also crawling down the bed, “Move!” he growled at Billy, “I’m going to give her another orgasm too.” “No!” you squealed, you knew you were in imminent danger of becoming over-stimulated.

But Aleks’ dark head disappeared between your legs, while Billy climbed up your body and began using his teeth and tongue on your nipples. Once again you felt a beard scratching at your inner thighs then Aleks pushed a finger inside you, swiftly followed by a second and then his tongue. He worked you with those for a while before moving his tongue to your clit and roughly licking at you. It really didn’t take very long before you were orgasming again, and this time you remembered to scream his name (it was only fair after all, you thought.)

He emerged triumphant from between your legs, and Billy gave your nipples one last lick. Then the two of them collapsed one either side of you. Each gave you a long and open-mouthed kiss and told you in turn how truly fantastic the sex had been. They’d insisted on adding some graphic details as proof - like you’d needed any - assuring you they’d got deeper inside you and further down your throat than they’d ever got before.

Both yawning mightily, they each threw an arm over your stomach and promptly fell asleep, snuggled into your side, noses buried against your neck.

You lay awake on your back for quite a while after they’d fallen asleep, listening to their even breathing, occasional soft little snores and feeling little huffs of their breath on your neck.

Pondering on the current situation, while you were still annoyed that they’d ambushed you in your own bedroom and had ignored you when you said to stop, you had to admit to yourself that 1) right from the moment they arrived, they’d made you feel very horny and 2) you didn’t think you’d ever had better sex in your whole damn life.

You looked either side of you at the two dark heads next to yours on the pillows, and thought that the old saying “be careful what you wish for” definitely applied here. Only a very short time ago, you’d been bemoaning the lack of any hot men in your little town.

Now it seemed you had yourself two lovers. At the same time. And it was fucking exhausting.

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You’d eventually dropped off to sleep - you didn’t usually sleep on your back but had had no choice in the matter - and when you awoke, the two men in your bed were still asleep. You needed to go to the bathroom, rather urgently, so you unhooked the two arms from over your stomach and managed to extricate yourself from the tangle of legs, standing up off the bed and grabbing your robe off the ottoman. They had both stirred in their sleep when you’d got up but neither awoke.

You tiptoed out of the room and made your way to the bathroom, nearly shrieking when you looked in the mirror and saw the love bites all over your neck, and again when you pulled your robe aside and saw even more all over your breasts. You then carried out a full body survey, and in addition to the marks you’d already seen, there were also fingermarks visible on your wrists, hips and inner thighs and your breasts and nipples were quite swollen and sensitive. Oh well, you thought, it was some night after all.

You’d washed your hands and were just finishing brushing your teeth when the door opened and in breezed a naked Billy. Damn! You needed to remember and lock the door, you never usually did as you lived on your own.

“Mornin’, sweetheart!” You were grabbed into a bear hug and a long kiss was planted on your lips. Then he strode over to the toilet, flipping the lid up before taking hold of his cock and letting go with a golden river of pee. He finished, giving his cock a shake, putting the lid back down and flushing the toilet. “See,” he winked at your shocked face, “I’m housetrained.” He came and stood next to where you were still rooted to the spot at the sink, and began washing his hands. “Got a spare toothbrush, angel?” You did as it happened, and took two out of the bathroom cabinet, one dark blue and one black. He whipped the dark blue one out of your hand, unwrapping it and grabbing the toothpaste.

A few seconds later, toothbrush busily scrubbing at his teeth, his dark eyes sought out yours and he grinned at you, mouth full of toothpaste. “Aleks was right though,” he said, dripping some toothpaste into the sink, “fuckin’ amazing sex, baby girl.” You blushed, still not having said a word to him, and he reached out his free hand, slipping it underneath your robe and rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Ready for another session?” he winked at you, “How about now?” He gestured at his stiffening cock. He rinsed out his mouth and dried his face with the towel, throwing it back over the rail before locking the door, grabbing you and pushing you up against the wall next to the sink. “No… Billy… I need to..” “You need to what, sweetheart?” His fingers grasped your jaw and he kissed you, heat building. “Get ready for me, that’s the only thing you need to do,” he smirked. And he untied your robe, pushing it down off your shoulders so it fell to the floor in a heap. He looked appreciatively at the love bites littering your skin, “Wow! We really did some territory markin’ last night, huh?”

His head went down and he fastened his lips onto a nipple, sucking at it then biting. He lifted one of your legs and held it at waist level before moving his by now fully hard cock to your core and guiding it inside you, forcing a gasp from your lips. “Mmmm, you like that, angel? Course you do. ‘Cause I know I do,” he whispered in your ear as he started to thrust into you. You found yourself nodding like an idiot. He pulled your hips even closer against his and he fucked you like that for however long, you lost track of time quite honestly.

He was biting and licking and sucking at any bit of skin he could reach, and you were sure your upper torso was just going to be one giant love bite by the time he was finished. He’d started rubbing your clit and your orgasm followed like clockwork, then he came shortly afterwards. Billy pulled out of you, placing your bare foot back on the floor and then kissing you tenderly. “The sex… it’s just outta this world, sweetheart.” He gazed into your eyes, “I’m not lyin’, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He grabbed a towel and began gently wiping your inner thighs and then your pussy. You felt yourself blushing - again! you thought, what the fuck’s the matter with me?! as you picked up your robe and put it back on, but before you could actually say anything, the door handle rattled and you heard Aleks’ voice demanding, “Let me in, I’ve got to go! And what exactly is going on in there?”

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Billy unlocked the door and smirked at his twin, “Sorry, bro - just takin’ care of business,” before winking at him and brushing past him.

Aleks strode into the bathroom, standing there in just his boxers and suspiciously raking his eyes over you. Suddenly you felt like you had a neon sign on your forehead - ‘I’ve just been thoroughly fucked’. He frowned at you, “Oh okay… I see,” he said, managing to make you feel guilty for some reason. “Well, my turn now, darling.” You suddenly realised that having two lovers simultaneously really was going to be quite tiring.

In another case of deja vu, Aleks locked the door and you then witnessed the whole peeing/hand washing/teeth brushing scenario again. Then your robe was stripped off you once more, he stripped off his boxers, and Aleks was also looking at your love bites with a smile on his face, very impressed with him and his twin’s handiwork. What is it with guys and love bites, you wondered?

Aleks was now sporting a hard-on but in a change to the published programme so to speak, you were gently turned around and your backside pulled back against his hips before he assertively pushed his cock inside you, and he gripped your hips as he started thrusting into you. One hand slid up your abdomen to grab one of your breasts and he ran his thumb over your nipple, before beginning to squeeze your breast. His other hand kept hold of your hip, and eventually his hand left your breast and travelled to your clit. He massaged you to an orgasm before continuing to thrust for some time, but finally he came and held you close against him, kissing your neck and your jaw and your cheek as he pulled out of you.

“My little one, you truly are something else,” he whispered, also grabbing a towel and gently wiping your legs and pussy, just as Billy had done. How did they manage to mirror each other all the time? You guessed it must be the twin thing. He opened the bathroom door and the two of you emerged, and as you headed back to the bedroom you spotted Billy - black boxer briefs on now - lying on the sofa channel surfing. Aleks dropped down onto the other sofa, stretching like a big cat and ready to start watching with him.

So, you thought, they were back on your sofas in just their underwear again and looking very pleased with themselves. The two of them turned their heads and gazed at you as you walked across the living area, smiles on their faces, casting inviting and worshipful and lustful looks towards you.

But you forced your eyes away and headed to the now-calmness of your bedroom. The only thing you were going to do for the next few hours was sleep.

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Billy and Aleks heard her close her bedroom door and looked at each other, matching self-satisfied smiles on their faces.

“Fuck, she’s somethin’ else, isn’t she?” asked Billy, and Aleks smirked at him, “Yes - and I just told her that in there,” he said, nodding his head towards the bathroom. His twin crossed his hands beneath his head and lay looking up at the ceiling, “You know, I really didn’t think she’d go for it,” he mused, “I really didn’t.” “Told you she would,” replied Aleks, “there was a ton of mutual attraction and sexual tension between the three of us.”

“Whaddya think we should do? Let her rest for a little while before we go back for more?” Aleks nodded, “Oh yes, definitely - I mean we can do with some R&R ourselves.” Billy nodded, “Yeah, true - I admit I feel like a truck ran over me. Haven’t had a sex marathon like that for a long time.” He turned his head and looked at his twin, “But I meant what I said to her, I haven’t ever had it so good before.”

Aleks nodded, “Me neither, I meant it too. The way she just took both of us at once. Amazing… not an ounce of fight in her. Well, not that much to speak of, anyway. Nothing we didn’t overcome in a heartbeat,” he shook his head in wonder.

There was a short silence, then Billy pondered, “I wonder if she’s into anal?” Aleks’ face screwed up, “Even if she is, I’m not!” “Don’t panic, bro - I’m not either. I just wondered if she was.” “Ask her!” Billy shook his head, “Nah. Don’t want to ruin a beautiful friendship.” They both chuckled.

“Anyhow, I don’t intend on giving up regular, mind-blowing sex anytime soon so I say we don’t leave her alone too long. She might overthink it, start having second thoughts about us being a threesome,” said Aleks, “I really don’t think we should chance it.”

Billy nodded, “Yeah, she might get cold feet.” Aleks looked at him, “What? But she’s got a big quilt. How can her feet get cold?” Billy burst out laughing, “It’s a figure of speech, you idiot! It means when someone decides they don’t want to do somethin’ they were gonna do after all.” “Oh, I see! Well, I think that’s a really stupid saying.”

His twin shrugged, “Whatever. But yeah, let’s give her - maybe two hours tops? - and then we go in.” He smirked, “In every sense of the word!”

Aleks laughed, “Okay, yes.” His eyes took on a dream-like expression, “I can’t wait to be back inside her.” Billy gazed back up at the ceiling, “I can’t either. I can’t stop thinkin’ about her. And havin’ sex with her again - for hours. All night. All day. Just all the time.” “Now that sounds like a plan,” agreed his twin.

They both heaved big sighs, thinking about the woman in the next-door room.

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You were startled out of your doze by the rattle of a teacup on your bedside table. Lifting your head slightly, you realised your twin lovers were sitting on either side of you, naked and smiling down at you. Then your eyes dropped a little - two very erect cocks were looking back at you.

“No! I need some more sleep!” you protested. “We’ve brought you some tea to drink first,” said Aleks, soothingly. He picked up the teacup and held it in front of you, “I made it for you,” beaming proudly at you. Reluctantly you took the cup and sipped from it, finding to your surprise that the tea was in fact pretty good. “Good, yes?” asked Aleks, and you had to agree. “Drink it before it gets cold!” encouraged Billy, and you frowned at him. “Drink it so I can fuck you again, you mean!” you snapped. He grinned disarmingly at you, “You read me like a book, sweetheart!”

You struggled up a little more in the bed, carefully holding onto your cup. They were just gazing at you and you found it a little disconcerting. “Will you two stop staring at me!” Eyes still on you, seeing the swell of your breasts above the bedclothes, Aleks said in a breathy voice, “Oh… you’re naked.” Instinctively you pulled the bedclothes up, “I don’t want to have sex again right now, thank you!”

Billy lay down on his stomach, looking up at you with puppydog eyes and a pouted lip, “But we take such good care of you, angel!” Aleks leant in towards you, “And all we can think about is you, darling. And that perfect pussy of yours. We need more of it.” You pulled the sheet right up under your neck, “Well, you’re not getting back inside it right this minute, okay?”

You caught a look going between them, then both half-slid under the covers and lay beside you, arms on top of the bedclothes and heads in your lap. “We’ll just lay here with you and kiss you and hold you till you feel like it again. We can be patient because we love you, baby girl,” crooned Billy. Aleks stroked your knee above the sheet, “So much, darling.”

Laughing, you said, “Look, you guys really need to stop saying that bullshit. We’ve known each other for, what - two days?” Billy’s head popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box, looking indignant, “Have you never heard of love at first sight?” “Lust at first sight, you mean!” you replied. Billy nodded, “Yes, lust is in there, obviously it is… but we do love you,” he insisted, “you’re perfect for us.” Aleks was gazing up at you and nodding, “Perfect for us,” he echoed.

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Baghra peered into the cracked and cloudy mirror which enabled her to see into the void.

She sighed, shaking her head. Those silly boys - thinking they were in love. They had been very impulsive in the feelings department when they were young, looks like the passage of centuries hadn’t changed things.

She had been aiming to have them materialise in what she thought was an empty flat, she hadn’t realised someone had currently been living in it. And certainly not a woman. It had been empty the one time she’d investigated it before she’d guided them there.

But maybe it was for the best. She’d been amazed when she realised they were actually sharing her - she would never have believed it if she hadn’t seen it for herself, them all sleeping together earlier that morning. Hopefully it would calm them down a bit, make them less aggressive - not least with each other. Surprisingly, she seemed to have an element of control over them, which impressed Baghra. Not that her boys realised that, she thought, smiling to herself, they thought they were totally in control.

Ah well, I suppose they deserve a bit of peace and pleasure, she thought. She put down the mirror and turned towards the nearby window, looking out into the dark night.

Bahgra was worried. There had been some unexpected and unexplained occurrences over the past couple of days, and now she wasn’t sure what might happen in the very near future.

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fbfh · 3 years

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dear baby; strawberry milkshakes - leo x reader parents au

words: 1.8k

summary: You and Leo are getting used to adulting together, when Chiron asks for your help. Next thing you know, there’s a little demigod for you two to take care of - and you’re not going to let her down.

warnings: almost boning but getting interrupted, shit is said twice, one use of fucking I think, mentions of orphanages and the foster care system, mentions of CPS, being at a CPS building, adopting a child, leo has trauma, leo and reader take in a child when you’re both 19, technically teen parents but not really, the kid has some trauma too, everyone has trauma but literally what’s new

au: sort of college + parents au

song recs: raining in new york mix - the bootleg boy (tw for some sort of sad dialogue samples), falling in love with love - bernadette peters in cinderella (1997)

a/n: I saw a kids book called Sophia Valdez Future Prez and I know nothing about it but immediately knew I had to do a parents au where you and Leo have a daughter named sophia???????? also I accidentally gave myself baby fever whoopsie

also I was barely able to proof read this and had no brain while writing half of it so if the beginning feels rushed at all that’s why teehee

Straddling his lap, you start to take off Leo’s shirt. He tilts his head to the side as you nip at the skin gently. He moans softly, then tenses.

"Shit!" He hisses, sitting up and pulling your shorts back up. You look at him bewildered, and he nods his head to the side, and you see a shimmery cloud that says that you have an incoming iris message from Chiron.

"Oh shit," you echo, moving to a reasonable distance away from him, a thick throw blanket tossed gracefully across your legs and pulled up to cover your chest, and you're grateful your shirt hadn't been thrown across the room already.

He pulls his shirt down and you toss him a throw pillow to cover his very obvious excitement. You give each other a ready as we'll ever be look and accept the call.

"Hey Chiron… what's up?" Leo asks nonchalantly.

"You must pardon my intrusion, dear children, I hope I'm not - er - interrupting anything.” “No, no, not at all,” you answer, hoping what you had been doing wasn’t too obvious in spite of how both of you are looking particularly flushed and deschevled, “we were just watching a movie.”

Leo nods in agreement, and you list two different movies at the exact same time, the dark knight rises and moonstruck.

A beat passes, and you continue, “Double feature. Just finished Batman and we’re about to start Moonstruck.”

Leo agrees. You can’t tell if Chiron is buying it, but he seems to move on relatively quickly.

“Right. I’m afraid I must ask for your help with a rather time sensitive situation.” your brows furrow in unicen as he continues.

He tells you about a young demigod a satyr found, not even four years old yet, but they haven’t been able to get her to camp. Apparently there were some complications, and CPS was called, now they’re looking for her parents to see if she’s going to a foster home or orphanage. If they can’t get to her before the CPS finishes processing her, she’ll be lost in the system. He’s asking older demigods and demigod families in New York, since processing time will go the fastest if the family or guardians are in-state.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but please consider taking her in, at least temporarily.” You and Leo share a look, hearts already hurting that life has gotten to this kid so soon.

“I’ll give you some time to discuss this, please call me back as soon as you have an answer.”

You agree, and the shimmery image of Chiron dissipates.

“... Oh my god,” you breathe.

You turn to each other again, the same thing mirrored in each other's eyes. An immediate, unspoken conformation that there’s no way you can’t help this kid out passes between you. You know Leo, especially, will do whatever needs to be done to keep another orphaned demigod out of the foster system. The scope of the impact you could have on this kid’s life starts to dawn on you, and you lock eyes with Leo again, his face set in determination.

“Estrella,” he starts, and you know what he’s going to say.

“I know,” you confirm in agreement.

His leg is bouncing, and you lean over, grabbing a notepad and pen from the coffee table. Your mind is already racing, and you begin scribbling down a list of everything you’d need to do; get her a bed and clothes, research where she is in her developmental stages, put together a meal plan or at least some foods she’ll like - what do toddlers even eat? He starts pacing around the coffee table.

“We gotta help this kid, we-” he cuts himself off, overwhelmed with determination.

“We will.” you confirm, equally determined. You grab your laptop and start copying your list digitally so you can get everything organized. You stare at your reflection in the black screen while you wait for your computer to boot up. Once again, the reality of your situation hits you.

“We’re 19…” you state, in disbelief. Your mind is racing with doubts. What if you somehow make everything worse, what if you can’t handle it? He crouches next to you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“And we have a lot of love to give.” The smile in your eyes tells him that you know he’s right. You transcribe your writing, surprised that you’re okay with how fast this is all moving, and you let out another breathy laugh of disbelief.

You go through your hastily made checklist, switching between tabs about child psychology, parenting advice, and kid’s furniture and clothes websites, strategizing with Leo on how you can pull this off, and a plan gradually comes together.

“I mean, this is a two bedroom,” he says as you look through pages of bed frames and mattresses, “we can clear out our studio and turn it into her room.”

“And…” you add, checking yet another tab, “there’s a building nearby that rents out studio spaces and workshop areas. Ooh, and free parking.” you read on the website. It’s already late, but you send them an email anyway. Hopefully they’ll get back to you tomorrow. But for now…

“We can get a bed tonight, but we’d have to hurry. We can probably get some pjs and maybe a stuffed animal while we’re there- toothbrush!” You exclaim, adding it to your list, “I knew I was forgetting something…”

Leo stops pacing, and looks at you. “So… we’re doing this?” You can’t fight the smile on your face, and he already has his answer.

“We’d better call Chiron back,” you say, excitedly bubbling out. You both enter the bathroom, and iris message chiron with mist from the shower. He answers almost immediately.

“We thought it over and…” you trail off, letting him finish.

“We want to help.”

After changing into some presentable clothes and swinging by the store for a car seat and some other essentials (you almost forgot tooth paste this time), you’re driving with Leo to meet Chiron at the CPS office where they had Sophia - the girl Chiron told you about. You call the Ikea store not too far from your apartment, thankful you’re able to reach them before they close. You arrange to have them deliver a toddler bed to the spare bedroom in your apartment, your neighbor agreeing to let them in. Luckily, you had the presence of mind to get most of your and Leo’s stuff out of there, the corner of the living room now holding your desk and his drafting table.

You’re still a little blurry on the details of how you’re going to get custody of this kid when you’re barely legal and have no ties to her or her family, but Chiron said he could work everything out. You assume the Mist will come in very handy. You and Leo discuss this on the way over.

You can tell he’s worried. Knowing the horrors he went through in the foster system would be bad enough without all the demigod bullshit on top of everything. You take another deep breath.

“This is what’s best for her,” he says matter of factly, “she needs to be with people who understand her.” You agree, and he continues, very fired up.

“She needs to be in an environment where she’s not going to be ignored and ostracized; she needs to be part of a family, not a fucking meal ticket.”

You squeeze his leg supportively, and he takes another breath.

“You’re right. And she’s going to get all of that.” He scoffs in agreement.

“There’s not a better place for someone like her than-”

“With someone like her.” you finish. He pulls into the parking lot and you enter, meeting Chiron in the building. Your hand holds Leo’s tightly, unsure of who’s shaking more. Chiron explains that he already had a discussion (wink wink) with the social worker, and knows that he has the perfect couple to take little Sophia in, and all you have to do is meet with her and sign some papers.

So that brings you here, waiting outside the office door, holding each other’s trembling hands before finally entering. She doesn’t look up at you at first, until the social worker introduces you. Leo squeezes your hand, and she finally looks up, her eyes speaking a language you and Leo know. You know there is absolutely no going back from here, and you both sit down across from her.

“Hi, you’re Sophia, right?” She looks away, clearly and understandably overwhelmed.

“Don’t be rude, Sophia-” the social worker starts, but you cut her off.

“It’s okay, she didn’t do anything wrong.” you turn back to her, “You know, me and Leo have an extra bedroom at our apartment, and a kitten that I think would really like you. Do you want to come stay with us?”

She doesn’t look back up right away, but she turns her head towards you.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” she asks softly. How is she so precious already?

“A girl,” you reply, “named Jackhammer, because she purrs so loud.”

She giggles, and you and Leo squeeze each other’s hands in unison.

“Really?” she asks.

“Oh yeah,” you reply, “I’m sure she’d love to play catch the mouse with you.” She considers for a moment, then looks over at the social worker, who gives her an encouraging nod. After a moment of consideration, she replies quietly, “...Okay.”

She hops down from her chair, and you both follow suit. The social worker hands you some papers, and you both sign. You guide her to the lobby, let Chiron know it went well and promise to update him soon, and bring her to the car. You pull out of the parking lot.

Not long after leaving, you see a fast food place.

“Are you guys hungry?” you ask, nudging Leo gently.

“Yeah, I could definitely go for some fries. How bout you Sophia?”

She nods, then asks quietly, “Can I get a milkshake?”

Her expression is hesitant, and you get the sense she’s expecting a no.

“Of course kiddo,” you say.

“What flavor do you want?” Leo finishes, turning to look at her. Her eyes are bright with hesitant excitement.

“Strawberry, please.”

After leaving the drive through, you have Leo search through your phone for any kid friendly music, and discover the only thing you have saved that’s appropriate for present company is the soundtrack to the Cinderella musical from 1997.

That’s how your little family started; driving late at night, singing along to Bernadette Peters, and drinking strawberry milkshakes.

#Leo Valdez #leo x reader #Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez imagine

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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Game Night (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: use of alcohol, obnoxious fluff, mentions of smut

Author’s Note: Just some tooth-rotting dad!Harry drunkenly loving on his wife and his bubby in front of his friends for you all! This was based on an ask I received after bringing back this video of Harry. I hope you all enjoy and that everyone is doing well and doing their best to stay positive as of late. Take care and tpwk!

Game nights at Harry’s had been a longstanding tradition for a while now. At least once a month, with everyone’s schedules permitting, the gang would gather over for drinks and some form of a party game. They’d all get obnoxiously drunk, shouting at the top of their lungs and no doubt annoying the piss out of Harry’s neighbors. It was a time they all considered near and dear to their hearts, even if it was getting rowdy over a game of charades and glasses of whiskey.

Harry actually met Y/N at one of these sacred game nights. Sarah had dragged her along, claiming that she needed to get out of the house more and that she felt like her friend Harry might be someone she could hit it off with. She was right; she always is. From the second Harry first saw her in his kitchen, nervously leaning against the cabinets with her arms crossed over her chest while Sarah poured her a drink from the assortment of liquor he had laid out on the counter, he knew that she was going to be someone special in his life. The way he caught her stealing glances at him from across the table while they played a shit game of poker was not lost on him either. Her nose scrunched up when she snickered at him each time he drew a card that didn’t help his hand one bit, the way she tensed up when he put his hand on her back to get up from the table to refill his glass, the way she heat noticeably climbed up her neck and onto her cheeks when he called her love before she went home for the night. She wanted to get to know him, he knew that. And he wanted to know her too. And so they did.

It’s been nearly nine years since her first game night, and so much has changed since then. Game night doesn’t take place in Harry’s bachelor pad in London, it takes place in the home he owns with Y/N, the love of his life and after months of pleading on his part, his wife of five years. He wanted to marry her after knowing her for nearly a year and even though she knew that they were end game for each other, she still made him wait it out for a few more years before finally giving him a, “yes.” It’s not just the two of them in the house, either. They’ve got a four-year-old son, whom Harry and anyone that’s met him claims he is the sweetest little bub that he’s ever laid eyes on. His heart is as pure as the sky is blue, and his smile can light up even the darkest of places and people. Harry wouldn’t even hesitate to tell anyone that regardless of how many arenas he’s sold out or how many plaques he has in his music room that represents how influential his music has become, his child will always be the thing he is the proudest of.

While everyone’s lives have changed over the years, most getting married, some having children, some having moved away and some new faces added to the mix, game night is still a tradition to Harry and his close-knit group of friends. Sure, they can’t get too plastered because there are small children in the upstairs playroom that need to be driven home safely and their knees and back aren’t what they used to be so they can’t rough house or else they’ll end up with aching muscles in the morning, but the quality time that they spend together is still just as important. Harry’s finally gotten to a point where he can just slow down and breathe and be the man that his friends and family need him to be, so he still invites everyone over from time to time to keep in touch and reinforce the relationships he has with his loved ones.

No one had noticed when Harry’s son had slipped away from his friends in his playroom and snuck downstairs for another cookie that Gemma had brought over. They were his favorite, which is why she baked them for tonight’s occasion and exactly why he loved his Aunt Gemma so much. He wasn’t being as sneaky as he’d thought, however, because Harry had heard the foil that covered the platter rustling behind him and craned his neck to decipher which one of the handful of kids that had come over tonight were helping themselves to another sweet. He had a pretty good idea exactly who it was, but he just needed confirmation.

“Bubby, is that you?” Harry called over his shoulder over the chatter of his family and friends playing an intense game of Uno.

Like clockwork, his little boy emerged from behind the counter with an already half-eaten cookie nestled in his pudgy hands. He looked like he was going to burst into tears for getting caught by his father. He knew that Harry didn’t like it when he ate too many sweets before bed, therefore he’d assumed his papa was going to scold him.

“‘s alright, bubby. ‘m not upset with ye’,” Harry softened his voice immediately upon seeing the expression on his son’s face, “Come over here and sit wi’ me. And bring me another one of those while you’re at it.”

The corners of the toddler’s mouth turned up when he realized that he wasn’t in trouble, and he quickly darted back behind the counter to grab an extra cookie for his dad before making his way into the dining room where the real party was.

Harry wasn’t drunk. He couldn’t do that anymore without waking up with a raging hangover that took nearly all day to recover from, but he was definitely buzzed. The alcohol warmed his belly in the best way, turning him into the Harry that was incredibly touchy and clingy towards whoever was around him. Y/N was across the table gossiping with Sarah, her arm draped over her perfectly round belly. They were due for another baby in just a few month’s time, so she was nursing on a mug of decaf tea rather than the chilled bottles of beer that everyone else had been sipping on. He couldn’t help but admire the way she quite literally glowed in the dimmed, amber-colored lights that decorated their dining room. She hadn’t been feeling her best lately, unexplainably due to the nature of being so far along in a pregnancy, but Harry swore she had never looked more beautiful.

He was pulled from his daze of staring at Y/N when he felt a tug at his pant leg, a signal from his son that he wanted to be picked up and placed in Harry’s lap. Harry happily obliged, scooping up the toddler in one hand whilst holding his deck of Uno cards in the other. His son snuggled up to Harry’s chest, seeking comfort in the feverish heat that radiated from Harry due to having one too many beers than he should have.

“What’s goin’ on upstairs?” Harry asked the boy, “You lot staying out of trouble?”

Harry realized it was his turn, so he threw down the first card he saw without looking at the deck and kept his attention on his son.

“They wanted to watch The Little Mermaid, but I’ve already seen it,” his son spoke lowly in Harry’s ear so that only he could hear.

It wasn’t perfect English by any means because his bub was only four, but Harry knew exactly what he was saying.

This made Harry chuckle. Of course, he’d seen it before. He’s seen it probably a hundred times and so has Harry by force. Harry couldn’t even count the number of times he’d had the songs from the film lodged in his brain and unable to get them out no matter how hard he tried.

“Do ye’ want to stay down here then?” Harry asked as he placed his free hand on his son’s belly, “Help me beat Mitch and mummy?”

The dimples in the boy’s cheeks reared their head at the mention of giving Mitch and his mum a hard time, so he eagerly nodded and situated himself so that he could pay attention to the card game happening in front of him rather than looking up at his dad��s face.

“I heard my name!” Y/N called from across the large, wooden table they were gathered around, “You two talking bad about me?”

“Of course not, lovie!” Harry responded, “Just talkin’ about how pretty you are. Isn’t that right, bubs?”

“Yeah,” their son was able to squeeze out in between giggles.

Everyone at the table mockingly gagged at their interaction and Y/N squinted her eyes at her boys in disbelief, raising her deck of cards over her mouth before going back to playing the game. She let out a particularly hard cackle after using her wild card and screwing Jeff over.

“So, bubby,” Harry began to explain the way the game worked to his little boy, “when it’s our turn, we’ve got to put down a card that’s either the same number or the same color as the one on the table. Can ye’ help me pick em out?”

The boy nodded in understanding and looked around the room at everyone else playing their cards. When it got to be Harry’s turn, the card at the top of the deck was a red five. He fanned his deck of cards out so that his son could see them clearly.

“Alright, it’s our turn. Remember, we practiced our colors and numbers this morning. Do ye’ see any red cards or cards with the number five on them?” Harry enunciated slowly so that his bub could understand him clearly.

“Yeah! I see three red ones and one five! What’s that black one, though?” the four-year-old exclaimed a bit too loudly.

The entire table erupted into laughter at Harry’s son exposing practically his entire hand. Y/N kept her lips pulled tight between her teeth, trying her hardest not to let a smile poke through.

“That’s right, bubby,” Harry said through gritted teeth, “But ye’ not supposed to tell everyone the cards you’ve got. Alright? ‘S a secret.”

“Okay, daddy!” his son promised, still completely oblivious that he’d more or less ruined Harry’s chances of winning.

A few turns later, when the opportunity presented itself for Harry to wreak havoc in the game, he gave his bubby the option.

“Should we skip Mitch or should we reverse back to mummy?” Harry whispered into the small boy’s ear, darting his eyes between Mitch and Y/N.

Harry could see the cogs in his son’s brain turning; he was really contemplating who to punish. The boy looked over to his mother, who was already eyeing the two of them in suspicion.

“Harry,” she commanded him calmly with her free hand still resting on her bump, “Whatever it is that you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it. I swear if you do it, you’re taking care of yourself for the rest of the week.”

The party broke into hysterics again, and Harry feigned shock and covered the sides of their son’s face with his hands.

“We’ve got little ears in the room, Y/N!” he said dramatically.

She merely rolled her eyes in response. Gemma pretended to gag at her brother and sister-in-law but was still chuckling nonetheless.

“Seems like we better skip Mitch then, mate. Can’t have mummy that upset w’ me,” Harry told his son through broken laughter as he made the choice himself and leaned over to lay down his skip card.

They carried on playing this way, with Harry and Y/N’s son at the table, occasionally saying things that typical four-year-olds say that weren’t funny to him but made everyone else laugh. He was just happy to be there with his parents and his Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gemma and Sarah, even if they weren’t paying much attention to him besides Harry. Harry wanted to make sure he was included and didn’t feel like he was being neglected for drinks and card games, so he’d prompt him to choose his cards for him when he was able to do so.

When it was getting down to the nitty-gritty, everyone down to about three cards or so, that was when everyone got rowdy. Harry’s bub began to vibrate with energy, just as excited as everyone else to possibly win and hold the conquer over everyone’s head until the next time they gathered for game night. He was sitting at the edge of Harry’s lap at this point, just waiting for when it would circle back around to them so that they could lay another card down.

“Alright, bubs. This is it,” Harry prepped his son for the home stretch, “If we get t’ lay this next card down, you have to yell, ‘Uno!’ to let everyone know that you’ve only got one card left. Can ye’ do that f’ me?”

“Yeah, daddy! I can!”

“Let’s see how this goes then.”

It had been going good so far. Harry was smart enough to save his wild card for the end, that way he was certain to win no matter what card was on the top of the deck. The last card he needed to get rid of was a green one, which was conveniently the color that everyone was playing. It had bub bouncing with anticipation because Harry had been whispering to him over and over again that they were going to win if Gemma kept the deck on the color that they needed.

And she did. Harry’s baby laid his entire body over the giant table to happily slap down their next to last card down in the discard pile. He almost knocked over Mitch’s beer in the process, but Harry was quick to snatch it and hand it off the Mitch before any disaster could occur.

“What do you say, bubby?” Y/N asked the boy with an excited expression on her face.

He seemed to stall, not knowing what his mother was talking about. The boy scrunched his eyebrows together, sincerely trying to recall what he was supposed to say when he only had one card left. Harry had to whisper the word into his ear once more to jog his memory. Harry swore that he could see his eyes visibly light up when he remembered what his dad had told him earlier.

“Uno!” he shouted proudly, making everyone in the room cheer in unison.

This next round was crucial. All they had to do was hope and pray that Gemma, who was sat beside them, didn’t have any tricks up her sleeve that would land Harry and his bub having to draw more cards for forfeit their impending win. Harry could see very clearly because his sister had never been good at hiding her deck that she had a Draw Two in the right color resting neatly in between her fingers amongst her other remaining cards. She could destroy their chances of winning, she really could; or, she could let her brother and nephew have their victory and call it a night. But Harry didn’t say anything, leaving it all up to Gem as to whether or not the game would continue.

Gemma seemed to be contemplating heavily on her next move. Did she give her brother bragging rights in exchange for seeing the overly joyous look on her sweet nephew’s face when they won? Or did she force the gang to continue playing for who knows how long. They’d once played the same game for nearly two hours, but as much fun as that was at the time, she took in the social cues around her and realized that it was probably best to just let them win. Y/N and Sarah had been yawning for the past ten minutes, and Jeff looked like he was one more beer away from having to crash at Harry and Y/N’s place. As much as she despised her pesky younger brother and would have loved to see him grovel over being so close to winning but falling short, she granted him the wish she knew he was holding onto and didn’t play her Draw Two, instead laying down a random card that she had left in her stack.

Harry winked at Gemma when she settled back into her seat after not giving Harry the axe, then turned to look down at his son.

“Bubby, ye’ know what that means right?” Harry bounced him on his lap, waiting for him to realize what just happened.

His son’s eyes grew wider and wider, and so did his dimples.

“Lay down ye’ card,” Harry said softly, the same dimples shining back at him.

The boy slid his black wild card forwards into the discard pile, signifying their victory.

The group erupted into a fit of “dammit”s and “bloody hell”s, but it was all overpowered by Harry jolting from his seat with his son squeezed tightly in his arms.

“Yeahhhh! We wooooooon!” Harry repeated over and over at the top of his lungs, sending his son into the most contagious giggle fit anyone had ever seen.

Harry ran a lap around the table, still holding his and Y/N’s boy by his waist and shaking him all around. He attacked his son with kisses all over his face, smothering him to the point that the boy pushed Harry away from his body and escaped his old man’s grip. Everyone couldn’t help but smile at the two of them and think about how happy Harry truly was. No one decided to bring it up, but it certainly occurred to them either right then or in the car on the way home that Harry had been thriving since having a child, and there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he could possibly regret settling down and more or less retiring from touring and the spotlight.

Everyone soon said their goodbyes, slowly trickling out one by one with either a child asleep on their shoulder or an empty food container in their arms. They promised to meet up again in a few weeks, though they all knew it would likely be a bit longer because no one’s schedules were ever clear enough to permit everyone to come back on the same night. There wasn’t any malice, however; they were always able to pick up right where they left off even if it was six months before they saw each other again.

“That was nice,” Harry mumbled into his pillow to Y/N after tucking in a tired out four-year-old into bed when both the sugar high from all of the sweets and the high from winning game night cleared his system.

“It was,” Y/N sighed as she rubbed moisturizing cream into the tight skin on her stomach.

Harry watched her work the product in with her fingers, entranced by the way her body had changed so much in just these past few months. He’d already seen it before when she was carrying their son, but it never failed to amaze Harry each and every time he thought about how their children were growing inside of Y/N.

“Gimme tha’,” Harry sat up and held his hand out for the tube of lotion when he saw her struggling to reach the bottoms of her legs due to her protruding belly.

She passed it off to him without a second thought, slowly but surely swinging her legs over to Harry’s side of the bed so he could help her apply the product to the remainder of her body.

“Ye’ remember when ye’ first came to game night?” he asked softly as his hands kneaded circles into the bottoms of her feet.

“Mhmm,” Y/N responded, sighing heavily at the way Harry was rubbing her and relieving some of the built-up pressure in her heels.

“Nearly creamed my panties when you asked for my number.”

A chuckle came from deep within Harry’s chest and he shook his head at her answer.

“Did ye’ think we’d end up here back then? Like, married with babies n’ stuff?”

“Not at all,” Y/N scoffed, “I thought you were ready to drop me off on the side of the road after I cried on our third date.”

“I’d never!” Harry shouted a bit too loud for how late it was.

He peeked over his shoulder at their closed bedroom door, hoping he wasn’t loud enough to stir their son from his sleep.

“It was cute,” Harry spoke quieter, “Ye’ look pretty when ye’ cry.”

“So you only like me because I’m pretty?” Y/N put her hand over her heart in fake-shock.

Harry rolled his eyes and pressed his knuckle a bit too hard into Y/N’s arches in retaliation, making her jerk her foot out of his grip.

“Oh, totally. That’s why I’ve put up with ye’ for nearly ten bloody years.”

“I’m just giving you shit, Harold,” she reassured him and pet the spot beside her on the bed, signaling to Harry that she wanted him to cuddle with her.

He happily crawled in next to Y/N, pressing his front against her back and cupping his hand around her swollen stomach. His bones relaxed into the mattress and his eyes grew heavy after he settled down into the sheets. Right when he pressed a kiss to Y/N’s bare shoulder, he felt a prodding at his palm that was resting on the swell of her tummy, a kick from their unborn child.

“I love you,” Harry smiled into her skin, “So much.”

“I love you too, Harry,” Y/N was sleepily grinning just as wide.

Right when she felt her eyes start to weld shut, right when she began to slip from consciousness and drift away to the sound of Harry’s gentle breathing close to her ear, Harry spoke up again.

“Remember earlier during Uno when I skipped Mitch instead of reversing back to you?”

“Yeah?” Y/N groaned, confused and slightly irritated as to why he’d decided to bring it up now.

“Ye’ told me I’d have to take care of myself if I did,” he began sponging soft but strategic open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive spots on her neck, “But I didn’t.”

His hand drifted from her belly down to her bare thighs, where he began stroking the skin in an attempt to rile her up. She felt the beginnings of a bulge nudging her bum. Leave it to Harry to get worked up at nearly two in the morning at their progressingly old age.

She sighed, lacing Harry’s fingers that were tracing patterns on her thighs into her own and moving them back up to the top of her belly where they would certainly stay out of trouble.

“Go to sleep, you nob head,” Y/N called over her shoulder before finally falling asleep.

Maybe Harry had won game night, but Y/N had certainly had the last laugh.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x pregnant!reader #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry x pregnant!reader

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remmushound · 3 years

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Beyond the bay chapter 2: Uninvited Visitor

Back at the lair, Leo and Raph couldn’t help but be anxious. It was six. The sun was rising, the city was waking. The shadows that hid them in the night were fading fast, and still there were no signs of Donnie or Mikey. Leo had given them the hour to get their pictures and get back, but it had been almost twice that without word. Raph had suggested calling them but was quickly shut down by Leo; if their brothers happened to be in a position where stealth was mandatory, such an action could easily doom their brothers to being spotted. All they could do was wait.

Simply sitting around and waiting in the living room with his father and brother quickly proved too irksome for Raph to handle. He needed to be moving, doing something to keep his mind occupied and away from the infuriating worry of Donnie and, most importantly, Mikey. Without a word, he dismissed himself from his father and older brother in favor of busying himself with other matters— like getting himself ready for bed.

The red toothbrush was his; the whole color-coding fiasco, as childish as it had grown to be, was useful in keeping his and his brothers’ stuff from getting mixed up. If they hadn’t had been marked with the distinctive bright colors, Raph was sure than one or all of his brothers would have absently selected the wrong toothbrush in their rush to get the nightly routine over with.

Raph started to clean his teeth. Then he gave a curious growl as his arm was ticked with a faint breeze. Wind was very rare this deep in the sewer, and Raph doubted that the old rat or steadfast fearless leader would be rushing enough to be creating a breeze. What then…?

Raph’s attention was drawn beside him, to the closed shower curtain; it seemed it too had caught the breeze, as it was swaying just barely, rings clanking together. Raph put one hand on his sai as he cleared the distance to the tub with a single, long stride. A flash of green had him slamming the curtains open to reveal an empty bathtub.

Raph huffed, his lips curling up to flash canines as he shook his head. There was a slam, and several solid thud-like footsteps that faded away faster than Raph could turn around. The door was closed now, and in the process of bouncing back open.

“Oh hell no!” Raph slammed the door open completely with his shoulder, both hands planted firmly on his sai as he ran back down the hall. “No demon getting my ass today! LEO!”

“What?” Leo’s tone was sharper than he had intended, irritation so strong that it leaked out into the very words he spoke. Then, like it was popped with a needle, the storm clouds of worry poofing away at the sight of Raph, suds overflowing his mouth and toothbrush still hanging out of his lips. “Hey, hey— what’s up?”

“There was a damn demon in the bathroom!”

“What?” Leo narrowed his eyes slowly.

Splinter left Leo’s side in favor of venturing to the second son, raising a hand to stroke the bowed Raph’s cheek with a gentle paw.

The lair was then filled with an alarm of incoming. Leo swore under his breath so his father couldn’t hear as he backed up and prepared for a dash to the weapon room. The voice that came down the tunnel seconds later was one familiar to him.

“Leo!” Donnie came around the corner just as Leo registered his brother's voice. “Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo—“

Donnie shuffled down the tunnel as quickly as he dared risk with the precious cargo in his arms. Six hundred pounds of dead weight was never easy to carry, and several times his footing had started to slip as he descended the sloping entrance. Raph and Leo were there quickly to take the burden off of their brother, Raph taking on the brunt of Mikey’s weight while Leo split his attention between both Mikey and Donnie. The worried father followed quickly, whiskers tickling Mikey’s neck while he weaved to avoid getting under his sons’ feet.

“What happened?” Leo demanded; he was supporting Mikey’s head while the groggy younger turtle tried to swipe him away, muttering some incoherence.

“I don’t know. We were taking pictures and he just shut down. He’s— he’s conscious but— but I don’t know.”

But Donnie did know. At least, he was almost sure he knew. The muscle spasm, the slurred speech, dazed look. The way Mikey was staring and the way he slumped and almost fell off of the roof. Donnie had a theory that clutched him like a cold claw but he knew better than to voice it until it was no longer just a theory, but a proven reality. They made it to the needle room. With Leo’s gentle guidance, he and Raph put Mikey down on the bed while Donnie scrambled to grab all the supplies he needed.

“Mm…” Mikey winced as Donnie held his eyelids open to assess the pupils. Mikey tried to pull away, his arm tensing as he made an attempt to lift it and further resist the exam, but it refused to listen. “Heavy…”

“I know Mike…” Donnie soothed gently, then quickly leaned over to Raph, “Keep him still if you can.”

Raph nodded and put his hands gently on Mikey’s shoulders, leaning in just enough weight to keep Mikey still while Donnie examined the right arm, massaging deft fingers across it. Mikey yelled and tried to sit up, but Raph was there to correct the attempt. He shushed his baby brother gently and leaned his head down to press his forehead to Mikey’s. After a moment, Mikey pressed back and gave a cluck of gratitude. Donne finished up his exam.

“How is he?” Splinter asked, looking up to his purple-clad son. In the black of the rat's eyes reflected worry for his youngest; he took Mikey’s hand in his own and kissed it to let Mikey know he was there. Mikey giggled and squeezed his father's hand in turn.

“He’s awake— that, that’s good right?” Leo asked urgently.

Donnie took a sharp breath through his nose. He opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head and let out an exasperated breath.

“Raph— could you get Mikey some water? He’s probably really thirsty.”

“O-oh— yeah.” Despite his agreement, Raph didn't immediately move away. He kept his head pressed against Mikey’s for several seconds longer before a touch on his shoulder made him naturally look up to acknowledge the second presence.

No words were exchanged between Donnie or Raph, the details in their eyes telling the other brother everything they needed to know. Donnie gave a soft chuff, but that was all. Raph left without looking back, because he knew if he did look back, he wouldn’t be able to leave. Get to the kitchen, get lemon water, and get back. That was his task and he repeated it multiple times over in his head before he had even reached the kitchen.

Tap water would be just fine, right? He had already filled up the glass before he shook his head and dumped out the glass. No, his brother deserved better. The water filter was broken yet again as another example of the ‘machines hating Leo’ situation that was a constant in their life. First it was the toaster, and now it was like almost every kitchen appliance fearless touched rejected him. He was still adamant that Donnie must have programmed it to always happen. Raph laughed and shook his head as various examples of the struggle between turtle and machine came to his mind. A bottled water would do just fine. He poured half of it into a dense mug, then added ice because he knew how Mikey loved the crunch. He got the lemons last; this was his kitchen, his space, so he knew exactly where to find the fruit and the knife appropriate to cut with.

Raph added half of the slices; instead of just throwing the other half of the sour fruit away, he simply tossed it into his mouth and ate it whole. Bitter as it was, food was still food, and he refused to waste one bit of it. Another rush of wind tickled Raph’s carapace, but to the turtle it was like being hit with a brick. Especially when he saw the specter appear behind him, hurrying past the kitchen door with a steady clank clank clank of heavy footsteps. Raph swore loudly, rushing to place the water on the counter and free his hands up to grab his sai. Whatever that thing was, no way it could be left wandering the lair with his little brother hurt! Not if he had anything to say about it, and he did.

He pursued the distant steps, his strides long enough to close the distance in enough time to see the curtains that sectioned off Donnie’s lab flutter.

“Got you now you little—” Raph yanked the curtains open, flashing his weapons in a threat against—!

Nothing. There was nothing there. There was no spot in Donnie’s lab that could hide anyone of any significant size, but maybe if the intruder was small…? That was the only explanation because Donnie’s lab was tucked into a corner and there would have been no way for the stranger to escape without Raph seeing him. Raph started to look in every nook and cranny that held the possibility of hiding someone. Under desks, behind machines, behind the monitors. Whatever it was had disappeared into thin air! Or maybe…

Raph found his eyes drifting to a particular artifact on Donnie’s shelf; an M-shaped medallion with a cross through the middle of it, glistening gold and orange. A fiberglass casing protected the special gift from their counterparts that they had yet to use. The past two years had been very eventful, and it was with a heavy sigh Raph realized that, with all the visits their counterparts had made to see them, they had yet to return the favor and visit the other world. Even after going so long without a visit from their other selves, Leo had still denied every request to visit them instead. Raph felt a weight in his throat. He missed his friends, and he hoped they were okay. It had been six months with no word from them…

“Raph?” Leo’s sharp words cut through Raph’s somber thoughts. Raph looked over his shoulder to see Leo come into the lab, nostrils flaring his frustration as he confronted his brother. “What are you doing in here?”

“I… I was just…” Raph didn't know how to explain it, so his words fell short. He half-motioned over to the pendant gift, and then around at the lab.

Leo sighed and shook his head. “You were supposed to be getting water for Mikey. Come on.”

Raph wanted to think of a snarky remark, but nothing came to mind as he followed Leo out of the lab.

#a demon huh?#who could it be one wonders~#I know of course #but you don’t #huehuehuehue #bayverse turtles #bay/rise crossover #bay/rise #rottmnt #bayverse leo #bayverse raph #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph

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dercolaris · 3 years

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Future

Another translation of a small Scriddler story. I was having a pretty bad day today, so I needed something reassuring. Something that reminds me that everything will be okay soon... Stay safe and sound.

Song: https://youtu.be/PAsY3aTmz2I

The faint rustling of paper sounded as his thin fingers carefully turned the pages of the antique book. A pleasant smell of much too bitter coffee and sweet pumpkin spice was lingering in the air, wafting slowly through all the rooms of the apartment. Jonathan took a small sip of the self-mixed brew, then sighed with a hint of satisfaction. Ever since Harley introduced him to different types of syrups, the former psychiatrist didn't want to do without the added pumpkin flavour in particular. The brown-haired man looked up from his book for a moment and stared out of the window. The icy rain pattered ceaselessly down from the deep grey sky, moistening the streets of Gotham with an even film of water. Again and again, hooded figures wandered the side walks, looking for protection under dark umbrellas and already soggy hoods. A typical late autumn afternoon. Jonathan wrinkled the meager remains of his nose and crossed his legs in a more comfortable sitting position. It was his very first week at home since his surprisingly early release from the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. His eyes fell back to the open page in his lap, read the next words of the chapter a little absent-mindedly, which, however, no longer made any sense due to a lack of concentration. The lean man put a hand to his forehead and massaged his tense skin vigorously. How could he have suspected that the effects of his own fear toxin could still be felt for several months after inhaling it and sometimes expressed itself in very ambiguous symptoms? The brown-haired man bit his lip. It was extremely frustrating. In addition to occasional panic attacks, terrible nightmares, and persistent paranoia, the inability to stay focused was an unbearable limitation for the Master of Fear. Jonathan snorted bitterly. Was it still right to call himself that? All of Gotham had finally been able to watch him being thrown in the dust by Batman. Live. On camera. Completely scared and on the verge of madness. The only downer was that he actually managed to unmask the Bat and break the spell of a faceless superhero with no weakness. Bruce Wayne. Actually, it should have been way too obvious to everyone. Technical equipment at this level required a huge amount of money, or at least enough resources, to get hold of these developments. The millionaire was the only one in Gotham to own both. Why hadn't any of them ever thought of this possibility? Normally, almost all villains of the underground were convinced representatives of genius and mentally superior in comparison to the rest of mankind. The gaunt man stopped and pushed his bulky reading glasses up his nose. Perhaps that thought had just been to absurd for everyone, because the playboy had played his double role perfectly. The weekly, public appearances at charity events and the other reticence about private life made the heir a typical, clichéd millionaire, who would logically never get his fingers dirty. Who on the right mind would have thought, that Bruce Wayne would actually slipped through the air at night in a stupid costume and beat up criminals in dark alleys? The brown-haired man tapped the dark book cover a few times. Batman was a phantom of the past. The millionaire was believed to have been torn to pieces by a massive explosion at the Wayne manor. However, persistent rumours still lingered that this was all just a farce of the Bat to elegantly disappear from the public viewers. Basically an almost understandable and necessary action, since in addition to countless onlookers, journalists and cameras in particular had besieged the villa without interruption after the unmasking.

Despite this consideration, there was currently no legitimate reason to doubt the millionaire's death. Batman hadn't appeared since the tragedy. There were no sightings and the Batsignal no longer shone in the nights. The superhero had fallen. For good. Of course, that didn't mean that the criminals could do whatever they wanted now. Robin in particular had almost seamlessly taken on the role of Gotham's guardian. He now single-handedly held the villains at bay. Little Red Riding Hood benefited from the fact, that on the fateful night, the Bat ensured that a large part of the well-known underground had already landed in jail and that the streets were reasonably safe. At such times, Robin could of course put a stop to all the small criminals without any major problems. The situation did not last very long, of course, as the main rogues were gradually released. However, it had been worth gold for his entry as sole patron of Gotham. Jonathan heaved himself out of the chair with a groan, then finally placed the book and reading glasses on the side table. He hobbled over to the slightly misted window, stared lost at the rain. Almost a whole year had passed him completely. The weeks in the asylum were like a dark veil in his memory - hardly comprehensible or reconstructed. Only feverish fragments from terrible, nightmare-plagued nights thronged him again and again and haunted him at the most inopportune moments. The former psychiatrist dropped his forehead carefully on the cold glass, closing his tired eyes. He still hadn't decided how to shape the rest of his life. What great opportunities did he still have? He could no longer take up a normal job within society and even if he tried, who would give him a chance after all that he had done to the people of Gotham? People feared or hated him, mostly they did both, and wherever the lean man appeared there was instant commotion. It was now safer for him to only leave the apartment in the late evening hours. Jonathan swallowed a heavy lump in his throat. Was there any other way than turning back to crime? The other villains at least harboured no grudges against him and let the Master of Fear continue to participate with them if he wanted to.

Despite the unexpected support, the brown-haired man felt that his time in the abyss of the city was over. He had practically given up his place in their ranks during long therapy session. In his current state, returning as Scarecrow was out of the question anyway. The former psychiatrist put his torn hand on the glass and gently wiped the haze from the surface. It hurt. It hurt so much. What had he fought for all these years? Teaching people to be afraid had been his job, his life-task and now? It was an irony of fate that a multitude of newly developed phobias in his personality severely hindered his participation in life and forced him to rot miserably like a snail, withdrawn in his own apartment. He was just a shadow of himself, a prisoner of his own fears. The brown-haired man whimpered barely audibly and felt the first tears want to press from his eyes. He had cried enough for his liking in the past few months. To get other thoughts, he pushed himself away from the window and stepped back to the armchair, fished for the coffee mug as he passed the table. The liquid was completely cool by now. Without further ado, the gaunt man left the living room. The dark corridor with the creaking floorboards was just as unbearably quiet as the rest of the apartment. This condemned silence around him. In the quiet, the agonizing voices and screams grew louder in his mind, eventually overlaying his own voice in his head. There was, of course, the possibility to listen to music or to watch some television on high volume, but actually the former psychiatrist didn't want to flee permanently from his inner demons. The Master of Fear strolled towards the kitchen, looking at the slowly emerging clutter at the sink. An army of used coffee mugs. Jonathan smiled a little and emptied the content of the cup in his hand in two gulps. After the work was done, he placed another soldier on the shrinking, free area in the sink. At the latest when there was literally no more porcelain to be found in the cupboards, he had to wash up for better or worse. The faint ticking of the wall clock made him shudder. He no longer had any feeling for time and space. There were days when he looked at his watch and hours had passed in the blink of an eye. At the same time, however, the incidents in which the minutes only passed in slow motion increased, especially during panic attacks.

This constant change made the lean man extremely difficult to stand his mental condition. He didn't want to think about it any further and walked out of the kitchen, considering going back to his book. His mind dismissed this thought after a moment. The concentration would no longer be sufficient for reading today. A loud rumble from the end of the hall made him jumped a little bit. He had gotten so scared. Jonathan turned to the source of the noise and stumbled leisurely towards the small level of light that shone through the slightly opened door. His fingers pushed the wood carefully inward. His room mate and now loyal partner came into sight. The black hair stuck out from his head in a tangled way, partly stuck to his sweaty forehead with a little motor oil, partly covering the dark welding goggles. The green shirt was torn in some places and the greyed-out T-shirt had also seen much better days. The man balanced a wrench in his hands, the other was tightening a nut on a turn. Edward paused for a moment and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, which was fairly clean. He mumbled softly: "Come on, Ed, just a few more screws, a little soldering and the baby will learn to walk again." Jonathan crossed his arms over his chest, watching the distracted inventor. Edward had also spent some time in Arkham, but had been released about four months before the former psychiatrist. Looking ahead, the black-haired man had looked for a spacious apartment outside the centre and meticulously prepared the return of his better half. Much of the underground still couldn't quite believe it. During his incarceration, Edward had touchingly taken care of his distraught partner, revealing unequivocally that they were more than just friends or occasional partners in crime. How long they had shared a bed, however, remained their well-kept secret. The thin man smiled a little, lost in contemplation of his lover. He was immensely grateful to the Riddler, but could rarely show this - he didn't even want to talk about speaking. Both sides knew about it and accepted it tacitly. Still, the tinkerer would burst out from time to time about the lack of affection. He needed constant validation that he was really doing everything right and that he was valuable, somehow useful to his partner.

The former psychiatrist was now ready to give him this confirmation without reservation, on the contrary at the time before his collapse, when such rallies were the exception. Basically, they helped each other in their own helplessness. To his amazement, Edward had also stayed away from crimes since his release and seemed to have no ambition to change it anytime soon. A few weeks after returning to normal life, the inventor found a well-paid job in a small, medium-sized security technology company. He was still eyed suspiciously, but no one spoke up or was visibly resentful. Apparently, the Riddler's deeds were more likely to be forgiven than the hated Scarecrow's destructive rage. A few minutes passed before Jonathan limped carefully towards the black-haired man. Edward still hadn't noticed him, completely absorbed in his work. The Master of Fear considered briefly whether to say something, but then decided against it. The battered arms wrapped themselves lovingly around the tinker's waist from behind, pulling the man close to his bony chest. Edward winced noticeably, but relaxed again in the same instant. He leaned against his partner and muttered, played a bit offended: “What the hell, John, are you out of your mind? Do you want to scare me to death?" The addressed laughed dryly, replied unexpectedly warmly: "This was actually not my intention, Ed, although I have to admit that the thought alone arouses certain desires in me." The Riddler chuckled softly, put the wrench regardless of the metal box in front of him. Finally, he placed the oil-smeared fingers on the former psychiatrist's, gently stroking the brittle and torn skin with his fingertips. The black-haired man was unusually warm. A fact that Jonathan secretly loved about him. He kissed the back of his partner's head gently, held him close to his chest for a moment and felt his own tension release with the passing seconds. Edward's amused voice nestled in his ear: "Don't get any ideas, John."

After a few seconds, the tinkerer freed himself from the hug, turned around with a swing and put his arms around the neck of the brown-haired man. Since they were about the same size, the former psychiatrist could look into the blue eyes of the lively soul in front of him. What he saw took his breath away. The usual arrogance was surrounded by an honest devotion and profound love for him. Jonathan couldn't help but smile. He let his forehead fall to his lover's, breathed unusually calmly against his lips. Edward's skin was covered in goosebumps, a signal that this undivided attention towards the inventor was not going unnoticed. Almost in sync, they both closed their eyes, enjoying the intimate closeness and security in each other's arms. The former psychiatrist whispered softly: "It wouldn't occur to me in a dream, Edward." With that, he further narrowed the distance between their lips, finally sealing them in an auspicious kiss. The black-haired man granted a low, muffled moan and surrendered to the touch. Jonathan let himself fall at that moment, pushing aside all the negative thoughts of the afternoon. The rare cells that were responsible for processing positive sensations began to stir somewhere in his head. Maybe not everything was as hopeless as he thought.

#DC #Batman #arkham knight #Arkham Asylum #Jonathan Crane #Edward Nygma #Riddler #Scarecrow #Riddlecrow #Scriddler #No Fear #Just Trust

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silverwhiteraven · 3 years

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Wings of Broken White - Ch.9

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“I don’t want to be scared any more,” Mylène whispered gently to the curious gazes. Ivan, out of the Dragon costume, had one of his wings wrapped around her protectively.

Chloé, decked out in a formal suit and cape, scoffed, “It’s just a costume, Haprèle, pull yourself together!” Adrien, dressed in one of Chloe’s blue and white ballroom dresses, nudged her with his shoulder and gave her a deep frown, shaking his head. She scoffed again and looked away. “If it will make you feel better, just pretend you can still see Bruel behind that ridiculous costume. It will be less scary that way.” She then turned and walked away, her regal red caplet fluttering behind her.

Ivan sent a thankful look to Adrien for the interference, and he smiled back reassuringly. Mylène giggled a bit, looking perplexed but a bit better. “Did she just try to be nice?” Adrien only shrugged, his smile turning knowing, and the group laughed lightly.

They tried the scene again, and Mylène did better, but couldn’t make it through to the end of the stage-fight. Something about imagining Ivan getting stabbed with a sword, even if it was fake, really didn’t help the situation. No one could find her when she ran off again, and that was when the Akum came. She reappeared, but no longer herself.

Rather, she was nor a very real, very large version of the class’s fairytale Dragon. And just like how their costume didn’t actually breathe fire, neither did Mylène’s. Instead, it was very much a blast of glitter.

Marinette found herself to be the first one hit by it when she was trying to herd the class to safety. She didn’t realize anything had happened to her until the class was barricaded in a room together, sans the Akuma Dragon, and everyone was staring at her.

“Uh...What? Do I still have some glitter on me?”

Adrien had broken the silence with a suppressed giggle and a shake of his head. “No, uhm, I think the Akuma did something to your armor?”

She looked down, only to realize it wasn't cardboard and foam. It was heavy, and shiny, and- “Is that-? Oh no, Adrien, your fencing rapier! She turned it into- into a broadsword! M. D'Argencourt is going to have my head if he finds out I got it involved in an Akuma attack!”

He patted her on her armored and caped shoulder and shook his head with a fond smile. “Don’t worry about it. Ladybug and Chat Blanc will have it back in no time. In the meantime, I don’t hear the Akuma at the door any more. I wonder…”

The class moved to glance out the windows of the classroom, only to gasp in unison and see their school’s courtyard transformed in a wave of glitter-fire.

Markov, wielding his still-recording camera, let out a whistling sound. “Now that's what I would call a perfect set for a medieval movie. Do you think we can get Ladybug to not cast Miraculous Ladybug until we finish filming?”

The class broke out into an even mix of disbelieving groans and agreeing hums.

All that was left now was for the Heroes to figure out how to get out there and fix this.

Surprisingly, the civilian heroes managed to get out of the classroom rather easily. It became clear that the Akuma had very little interest in actually hurting anyone. It seemed to simply be making itself at home in their school-turned-castle. It made sense that a Dragon would find comfort in being in a medieval fantasy setting of its own making.

The real problem came when the class tried to leave the building itself. Akuma-Mylène, just like any other Akuma, had her mind set on a task and was hellbent to keep at it. So the entire class was captured and became the Princesses in her dizzyingly tall Tower. Anyone not already in costumes got put into extravagant gowns, makeup, and even jewelry when the group got caught by the glitter-fire. The costumed students got the same treatment as Marinette, their characters brought to life in more detail.

Marinette did a quick headcount of the class, then did it again when she noticed something was off. “Hey, has anyone seen Kim? He was with us when the Akuma caught us, wasn’t he?” Everyone looked around the tower chamber they had been locked in, only for confirmation of his disappearance to pass back to her. That is, until their ever-composed King looked up, screeched in terror, and smacked a few faces when her Swan wings spread out.

Everyone looked up to see a small dragon in the rafters, looking down at them with a wide smile and a wagging tail. It dawned on them, then, that Kim, who had kept the prop dragon head with him the whole time, had probably ended up turning into this adorable baby dragon when they were captured.

His wings spread and he jumped into a glide. Clearly, the wingless boy was enjoying a temporary change in wing-status.

After a few circles around, he landed on Marinette’s shoulder, making her stubble. Her Crane wings flared out to balance her, and she froze. She saw the eyes of the class on her and her breathing stopped in panic.

My wings aren't bound. The Akuma got rid of my bindings- They were hidden under the cape until now- Oh gods everyone can see them, they’re-

Her thoughts were halted as Adrien spoke up.

“Huh, I guess Mylène pictures Knights to have wings! She did get you twice with that glitter-breath thing she does, right?” Marinette sucked in a breath, realizing that he was giving her an out, whether he knew it or not. “Those wings weren't there the first time she got you. Maybe the more you’re hit, the more you're affected? In that case, we should really keep dragon-Kim away from Dragon-Mylène, he might just get bigger!”

Marinette swore she would have kissed him out of thanks for this if she hadn't been weighed down by Kim. Alix and Nino, the only ones besides Kim who knew that the wings were not Akuma-made, added themselves to the kiss-list by echoing Adrien’s words and adding their own reasonings for why someone without wings would suddenly have them.

While the attention was off of her, she tucked her wings back into the cape and straightened up, dragon-Kim content to curl around her shoulders like a monkey. She went to a window and peered out, seeing nothing but the skyline. Curious, she leaned out and looked down.

“Huh,” she pulled herself back inside and turned to her class. “Hey, I think we can escape.”

“Escape?” Alya joined her, looking curious. She glanced out the window as well, and her eyes went wide. “Oh…”

“Exactly!” Marinette grinned.

“Care to fill us in, please?” Nino looked between the best friends nervously.

Alya beamed, “Look outside; the Akuma isn’t watching us. No circling of the tower like a vulture. She expects us to stay put and play our role.”

Max hummed in thought as he joined them at the windows. “This appears to be true. Traditionally in Fairy Tales involving dragons, they are not confronted in the sky, but rather on the ground. Usually outside the gates or somewhere inside. Perhaps Mylène is waiting for Ladybug and Chat Blanc to come as the Heroes of the tale?”

Marinette nodded, glad her classmates were catching on. “Exactly! I saw her down at the base of the tower, and she wasn’t looking upward. We could rescue ourselves and fly out!”

An excited buzz went through the class at the prospect of being their own saviors.

“Yeah, about that,” Chloé spoke sharply, hands on her hips and looking a tad annoyed. “Some of you can’t actually fly, remember? That includes you, Dupain-Cheng. You and Lê Chiến may have wings, but you have zero experience with flying. And not to mention my dearest Adrien! And Sabrina, too, I suppose. That’s four people who can’t leave this tower. And last I checked, none of us winged students are grown enough to carry a whole other person.”

They had to admit, Chloé had a point, and a big one. They couldn't just leave a chunk of the class behind, stuck in the tower.

Ivan cleared his throat. “I could- I could carry Sabrina and Kim? I have practice flying while carrying things. Mostly gliding, but that’s all we need, right? Just enough to get us to the ground safely?”

“That sounds like a good plan!” Adrien smiled, interrupting Chloé as she was about to retort. “Don’t worry about me, though, I think it might actually be a good idea if I stayed. Dragon won’t be too happy if he finds out the original Princess isn’t in the tower where he belongs, right? Besides, I found a closet full of blankets and cushions. I was thinking I could build a pillow fort while I wait for the Heroes to defeat the Akuma.”

“As cute and brave as that sentient is, Adrien, what about Marinette?” Alya interjected protectively.

Marinette smiled reassuringly and set a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “I should probably stay, too. I’m the Knight, remember? A Knight always protects her Princess,” she winked at Adrien, who smiled back with a dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Chloé practically growled, displeased, but a look from Adrien had her huffing and turning away. “Fine! Stay if you want! At least your sacrifice will be noble or whatever.” And with that, the class’s King was hopping up onto the windowsill and diving into open air.

It took several rounds of reassurances and encouragement, but eventually, Marinette and Adrien were able to herd the rest of their class out the windows after Chloé. Nino was the last to go, and before he did, he gave Marinette a soft smile and a glance at Adrien who gave a wave before dashing for the closet.

“What is it, Nino?” She asked curiously.

“He protected your secret,” he stated plainly.

“Oh- Yeah, he did…” She looked at Adrien, too, watching as he pulled blankets out.

“The literal model son of a winged fashion designer. There’s a chance that, well… Marinette, I think he knows.” She tensed where she was, but said nothing to try and disprove her friend’s theory. He continued, “Don’t you think he would be able to recognize the use of wing-binders, considering his life? And the thing is...I’m worried about you. We all are, those of us who know, that is. Maybe just, start by sharing your wings with someone else. One person at a time, ya know? Adrien would be a good start. And who knows, it might get you out of this tower, too,” he added with a teasing tone. “I know you can hold a lot of weight on those wings of yours. Be a real Knight and consider giving him a Princess-carry, yeah?”

Marinette snorted and bumped him, causing him to stumble and laugh.

“Just sayin’, dudette! See ya!” And with that, he was out the window with the rest.

She considered his words as she walked over to Adrien where he had started building a pillow-and-blanket fort, just like he had said he would. He beamed from between two of the makeshift walls when he saw her.

“You’re really calm about still being stuck here, Adrien,” she noted softly.

“Are you kidding? This whole project has been the most fun since- well, in a while. Akuma or not, I like being here. Also, I just made a blanket fort. Blanket forts make everything better.” He grinned wide and went right back to building.

Marinette laughed and shook her head. “Fine, move over then. I’m going to help.”

Their fort was flimsy and fell over several times, but they both had to admit, it was a fun thing to do. It also revealed that the closet hid a trap door to a staircase leading downward.

“Who knew having fun would be the answer to our conundrum?” Marinette mused, amused.

“You sure do get caught up with a lot of Akumas that can have fun, huh?” Adrien jokes, causing her to chuckle and fluster at the realization.

“I mean, you're right, I guess. Nino, Nathaniel, Mylène- Everyone just wants to be happy. Makes me wonder what Hawkmoth is doing,” she trailed off, pondering on his own.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Adrien sat back, looking perplexed. “His power is so...big, but he does so little with it. I could swear he even stops himself from going too far. Why does he even attack Paris and ask for the Miraculous?”

“And what’s holding him back?” They were quiet for a little bit as their thoughts continued on silently, unknowing that they were both thinking along the same lines due to their masked partnership.

The blanket fort fell down on top of them, knocking them out of their thoughts and back into joint fits of giggles. Once they escaped their soft prison, they made their way to the window, looking out. they admired the view, but used it to remind themselves of their duties to do.

“Adrien?” He answered with a hum. “Thank you for speaking up, distracting everyone.”

He smiled gently and glanced at her. “When the wings came out? It was nothing. No one should be stared at like that if they don’t want to be.”

She wryly smiled back. “Thank you anyways. You’re a good friend and I, I trust you, a lot.”

His eyes went wide, “You do?”

She nodded, her smile growing in amusement. “Yeah, I do. Enough to tell you that I appreciate you keeping a secret you didn’t even know you just learned.”

“You mean-” he glanced at her Crane wings as they peaked out from behind her cape. She looked at them, too, noticing for the first time that they had a layer of armor on them as well. She smiled, stretching them out more.

“Yeah. Besides one person, I haven't told anyone about these in almost four years. I’m not exactly...proud of having wings. It’s hard to explain.”

“And you’re okay with me knowing?” He asked, his voice low in awe.

She smiled, a bit embarrassed, and nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

He beamed like she had just handed him the stars, and somehow, a twinkle in his eyes made it seem like she had already given him the sun and moon in the past, too. Just to get him to stop looking at her like that, she declared it was time to exit the Tower, and she scooped him up just the way Nino had suggested. After delivering him to safety, she ran off as fast as she possibly could. Not long later, Chat Blanc and Ladybug had Paris and Mylène back to normal.

#marichatmay2021 #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat blanc #ml wing au #wing-binding #willowbendt

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Written In The Stars CXXXIV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: The way the last chapters are like one slap after the other -Danny

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Trapped.

Harry, Neville and Luna climbed onto the air... and stayed there. Ron, Erick, Mel, Hermione and Ginny stared at them.

"What?" Harry asked stupidly.

"What do you mean 'what', you idiot?" Mel scowled.

"How're we supposed to get on?" said Ron in disbelief. "When we can't see the things?"

"Oh it's easy," Luna slid back to the ground. "Come here..."

She guided each of them to a different Thestral. Erick didn't like the way he could feel the creature yet not see it. Mel got used to it quickly, holding tightly onto the invisible crest. The rest were in different states of awkwardness.

"This is mad," Ron said quietly. "Mad... if I could just see it —"

"You'd better hope it stays invisible," said Harry. "We all ready, then? Okay..." He stared down. "Ministry of Magic, visitors' entrance, London, then— Er... if you know... where to go..."

Mel was lifted off the ground, she swore and closed her eyes, which turned out to be a bad idea, because the moment she opened them again she was remarkably disoriented. They were no longer in the castle, and all she could see were mountains.

"These things are fast!" Ginny said with a mix of excitement and dread in her voice.

"I — hate — this!" Erick bellowed behind her. "Why do you have to get into these kinds of situations all the time?"

"Shut up!" Ron responded. "Some of us are trying not to fall!"

Mel kept her mouth shut the whole trip, it reminded her a bit of the time she travelled in the Ford Anglia, but it was definitely not as safe, and therefore, not as enjoyable.

When the sky changed from purple to dark blue, the Thestrals landed on the city. Ron stumbled onto the ground, Hermione and Ginny did the same, though without falling. Neville jumped off his Thestral while Harry slid off of his in a swift motion.

Mel lifted one leg with difficulty, stiff from the time she'd spent in the same awkward position. Her legs faltered and ended up crashing against Erick. He grunted, holding her in place.

"Thank you for reminding me I'm not safe..."

"Don't be such a baby," Mel's gaze landed on Harry and his tousled hair. "How does he look so unbothered after this?"

"That annoys you now? You used to drool about it," Erick raised a brow. "I call that progress..."

"Where do we go from here, then?" Luna asked.

"Over here," Harry guided them to an old telephone box and opened the door. "Come on!"

Ron and Ginny walked in at once; Hermione, Neville, and Luna were next. Mel and Erick stared at each other.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" The boy complained.

"Think about it like this," She responded, "you'll finally receive the group hug you so desperately need!"

"Sod off," He rolled his eyes.

They were uncomfortably close to each other. Harry spoke over their complaints.

"Whoever's nearest the receiver, dial six, two, four, four, two!"

Ron dialled it.

'Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.'

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Mel Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Erick Flint... We're here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first!"

"Thank you. Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes."

She was given a badge with her name and the caption 'Rescue Mission' under it.

"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."

"Fine!" The boy said, Mel felt a stung on her forehead, Harry was in pain. "Now can we move?"

The light was dimmer than it had been by day. There were no fires burning under the mantelpieces set into the walls, but he saw as the lift slid smoothly to a halt that golden symbols continued to twist sinuously in the dark blue ceiling.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening."

This was definitely not how she had imagined her first visit to the Ministry would be, but it was surely interesting. It was dark and cold, reminded her of Grimmauld Place... which wasn't a good thing.

"Come on," Harry walked past the fountain to the elevator. He pressed nine, and soon enough they were standing in front of a black door. "Let's go."

Mel shivered when she stared into the long, quiet corridor and got closer to Erick. He reached out blindly for her hand in an attempt to calm himself too.

"Okay, listen," Harry stopped again, turning to see them. "Maybe... maybe a couple of people should stay here as a — as a lookout, and —"

"And how're we going to let you know something's coming?" asked Ginny. "You could be miles away."

"We're coming with you, Harry," said Neville.

"Let's get on with it," Ron insisted.

Harry's face reflected how much he didn't want them to go, but he didn't say anything.

In his dream, Harry had always walked purposefully across this room to the door immediately opposite the entrance and walked on. But there were around a dozen doors here.

Just as he was gazing ahead at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which was the right one, there was a great rumbling noise and the candles began to move sideways. The circular wall was rotating.

"What was that about?" Ron spoke quietly.

"I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in from," said Ginny.

"Brilliant," Mel squeezed Erick's hand. "This is fine."

"How're we going to get back out?" asked Neville.

"Well, that doesn't matter now," said Harry tensely. "We won't need to get out till we've found Sirius —"

"Don't go calling for him, though!" Hermione warned.

"Where do we go, then, Harry?" Ron questioned.

"I don't — In the dreams I went through the door at the end of the corridor from the lifts into a dark room — that's this one — and then I went through another door into a room that kind of... glitters. We should try a few doors... I'll know the right way when I see it. C'mon."

The place was quite empty except for a few desks and, in the very middle of the room, an enormous glass tank of deep-green water, big enough for all of them to swim in, which contained a number of pearly white objects that were drifting around lazily in the liquid.

"What're those things?"

"Dunno."

"Are they fish?"

"Aquavirius maggots! Dad said the Ministry were breeding —"

"No," said Hermione dryly. "They're brains."

"Brains?"

"Yes... I wonder what they're doing with them?"

"I don't. I don't wonder at all. Please let's keep going?"

"Let's get out of here," Harry agreed. "This isn't right, we need to try another door —"

"There are doors here too," said Ron.

"In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one. I think we should go back and try from there."

"Wait!" Hermione stopped Luna from closing the door. "Flagrate!"

She drew with her wand in midair and a fiery X appeared on the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than there was a great rumbling, and once again the wall began to revolve very fast, but now there was a great red-gold blur in amongst the faint blue, and when all became still again, the fiery cross still burned, showing the door they had already tried.

"I love you, 'Mione," Mel sighed.

"Good thinking," said Harry. "Okay, let's try this one —"

They were standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room [...] there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked, and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing.

"Who's there?" said Harry.

"Careful!"

Harry and Mel reached the bottom one after the other.

"Sirius?" Harry muttered.

Mel studied the veil: It wasn't particularly magical-looking, but the way it kept moving even though there was no wind... Harry circled the archway and she stepped closer.

"Let's go," called Hermione. "This isn't right, guys, come on, let's go..."

The girl felt the need to reach out and touch it, then she caught something in the movement of the fabric, whispers.

"Guys, let's go, okay?" insisted Hermione.

"Okay... What are you saying?" Harry asked, but Mel was barely registering his words.

"Nobody's talking, Harry!"

"Someone's whispering behind there," Harry mumbled. "Is that you, Ron?"

"I'm here, mate," Ron said from behind them.

"Can't anyone else hear it?"

"I can hear them too," Luna was staring at the veil with curiosity. "There are people in there!"

"What do you mean, 'in there'? There isn't any 'in there,' it's just an archway, there's no room for anybody to be there — Harry, stop it, come away — Harry, we are supposed to be here for Sirius!"

"Sirius... Yeah..."

The anger in Hermione's voice felt exaggerated, Mel stepped closer to the veil, she stretched out her hand and —

Harry caught it and drew it down, he dragged her several steps away from the veil and shook his head.

"Let's go."

"Are you okay?" Erick whispered once they re-entered the dark room.

"Yeah," She mumbled, watching the doors swirl around her. "I... I got distracted, that's all. I'm fine."

Harry approached a new door.

"It's... locked..." He grunted.

"This is it, then, isn't it?" said Ron helping Harry push harder. "Bound to be!"

"Get out of the way!" said Hermione at once. "Alohomora!"

"Sirius's knife!" Harry offered.

It didn't work, his knife was now melted.

"Right, we're leaving that room," said Hermione.

"But what if that's the one?" said Ron.

"It can't be, Harry could get through all the doors in his dream," said Hermione.

"You know what could be in there?" said Luna excitedly.

"Nothing good if it's locked," Erick said darkly.

"Something blibbering, no doubt," Hermione added.

Neville giggled under his breath, but it came out like a whimper.

Harry pushed open the next door and let out a quiet gasp.

"This is it! This way!"

"Oh look!" said Ginny excitedly.

Drifting along in the sparkling current inside was a tiny, jewel-bright egg. As it rose in the jar it cracked open and a hummingbird emerged, which was carried to the very top of the jar, but as it fell on the draft, its feathers became bedraggled and damp again, and by the time it had been borne back to the bottom of the jar it had been enclosed once more in its egg.

"Keep going!" said Harry.

"You dawdled enough by that old arch!"

"Nothing here is normal," Mel muttered. "Not even for a wizard — This... I definitely want to be an Unspeakable."

"You're thinking about that now?" Erick asked in annoyance.

"It's not like I have something better to do! I mean, we're on a suicidal mission —"

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't use that word..."

"Do you prefer the term 'field trip'?"

"This is it," Harry spoke over their bickering. "It's through here —"

Everyone had their wands at the ready now, prepared for the next indications. Harry opened the next door.

They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty, glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from more candle brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold.

"You said it was row ninety-seven."

"Yeah," Harry started to walk.

"We need to go right, I think," Hermione muttered. "Yes... that's fifty-four..."

"Keep your wands out," Harry reminded them.

"Ninety-seven!" Hermione called after a while.

"There's nothing here," Mel stated.

"He's right down at the end," The boy insisted. "You can't see properly from here..."

Last year it hadn't take Wormtail more than a minute to attack Harry as soon as he was close enough. It felt like they wanted him to keep going, which put her on edge. She held onto her wand and made sure to have enough space to use her hands in case she needed to hex more than one thing at the same time.

"He should be near here," Harry insisted with shaky breaths. "Anywhere here... really close..."

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Somewhere about... here..."

"This isn't right," Mel declared. "It doesn't make sense... this hall is clear."

"He might be...Or maybe..." Harry rushed to the next end of the hall, but this time he was the only one that moved.

"Harry?" Hermione tried again.

"What?" He spat.

"I... I don't think Sirius is here."

"Okay," Erick spoke, sounding impressively calm. "Are we sure Harry wasn't —"

"I swear if you say 'dreaming', I'll hex you," Mel interrupted.

"Sirius isn't here!" Erick insisted in an angry whisper. "What possibilities are left?"

Mel looked up at him. "We don't want this to be one of those."

"Harry?" Ron asked.

"What?" Harry spoke again, this time a bit more desperately.

"Have you seen this?"

Mel followed Ron's gaze and got closer, everyone else following along.

"What?"

"It's — it's got your name on..."

"My name?"

S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.

Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter

"What is it?" Ron inquired. "What's your name doing down here? I'm not here — none of the rest of us are here..."

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," said Hermione.

"Why not? It's something to do with me, isn't it?"

"Don't, Harry," pleaded Neville.

"It's got my name on," said Harry.

"So what?" Mel frowned, something about the initials felt strangely familiar, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was. "Sirius isn't here, we should go back and try to contact my mum or Lupin — Do not —"

Harry reached for the orb and grabbed it firmly. Mel swore, everyone stood around them with a tense air. For a brief second, nothing happened. Then she straightened in her place at the sound of soft fabric brushing against the floor. She turned around, only to face the tip of someone's wand.

"Very good, Potter," Lucius Malfoy sneered. "Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."

She heard as the rest of her friends turned.

"To me, Potter," the man repeated without lowering his wand. "To me."

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.

The Death Eaters around them laughed and Mel closed her eyes in a moment of bitter realization. It had been a lie.

"The Dark Lord always knows!" Said one of the cloaked figures, who sounded very much like a woman.

"Always. Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" The woman repeated in a high-pitched voice.

"You've got him. He's here. I know he is."

"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo."

"Don't do anything," Harry said behind her, though she couldn't tell to who he was talking to. "Not yet —"

"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!"

"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix," said Malfoy. "He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here," Harry insisted. "I know you've got him!"

"They don't have him," Mel growled. "He tricked you. Somehow found out you can see his thoughts — That thing you're holding, that's what they'd been looking for all along..."

"Right, Miss Dumbledore. It'll be a bit disappointing for your uncle, the fact that it took you this long... As for you, it's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter. Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."

"Dumbledore?" The woman tilted her head. "Your father was more attractive than you, girly."

"Go on, then," Harry spoke, ignoring the woman.

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt."

"Yeah, right!" The boy laughed bitterly. "I give you this — prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"

"Accio Proph —"

Harry yelled 'Protego!' before the woman could finish.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter. Very well, then —"

"I TOLD YOU, NO!" Malfoy shouted. "If you smash it — !"

The woman pulled off her hood and Mel's stomach dropped. In front of them was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.

"You need more persuasion?" Bellatrix said. "Very well — take the smallest one. Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."

The group closed tightly around Ginny while Harry and Mel stepped to the front.

"You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," Harry told them. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he? ...So, what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?"

"What kind of prophecy?" Bellatrix stopped smiling. "You jest, Harry Potter."

"Nope, not jesting," Harry insisted. Mel desperately tried to think of a way to get rid of Death Eaters in one move. "How come Voldemort wants it?"

The adults cursed and hissed loudly.

"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix asked in outrage.

"Yeah. Yeah, I've got no problem saying Vol —"

"Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare —"

"Did you know he's a half-blood too?" Harry asked. "Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle — or has he been telling you lot he's pureblood?"

"STUPEF —"

"NO! "

A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it. His spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered.

Two figures, pearly white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak. Their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts.

". . . at the Solstice will come a new . . ." said the figure of an old, bearded man.

"DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"

"He dared — he dares —" shrieked Bellatrix incoherently. "— He stands there — filthy half-blood —"

"WAIT UNTIL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!" bawled Malfoy.

". . . and none will come after . . ." said the figure of a young woman.

"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over," Harry asked again.

"Do not play games with us, Potter," Malfoy spat.

"I'm not playing games," said Harry, tapping his foot anxiously.

But Harry wasn't the type to tap his foot like that. At the sound of a whimper, he stopped.

"What?" Hermione hissed.

"Dumbledore never told you that the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?"

"I — what?" Harry sounded genuinely startled. "What about my scar?"

"What?" Hermione insisted.

"Can this be?" said Malfoy.

"Listen, if you could cut the dramatics and just spit it out," Mel spoke. "We don't have time, do we? So you either explain —"

"Look at the little brat," Bellatrix sneered. "Acting all haughty — You think that being a Dumbledore is enough to scare us, girl?"

"Well, a Lastname makes you think you're worth more than dragon's dung," She stepped a little forward. "I guess we're not that different."

"You little —"

Mel raised her wand slightly and Erick grabbed her arm. At the same time, she heard Harry turn to look at the others and hurriedly whisper 'Smash shelves —'

"Calm down!" Erick said.

"— when I say go —" Harry finished.

"Well, well..." Malfoy stared at her friend with a dark smile. "Solomon won't be pleased..."

"I couldn't care less about it," Erick replied tensely. "I'm no longer his son."

"And with good reason," Malfoy's smile widened. "Draco will tell your friends about the new situation, no doubt..."

"I'm sure, I want him to," The boy said calmly. "Otherwise I broke Goyle's nose for nothing."

A man stepped forward, but Malfoy held him back, Mel spoke again.

"What's the prophecy about?"

"Dumbledore never told you?" Malfoy raised a brow. "Well, this explains why neither of you came earlier, the Dark Lord wondered why you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording..."

"Did he?" Harry's attention was back on Lucius. "So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?"

"Why? Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him."

"And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?"

"About both of you, Potter, about both of you... Haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?"

"Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me? And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?"

"Get it himself?" Bellatrix laughed. "The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?"

"So he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he? Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it — and Bode?"

"Very good, Potter, very good... But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell —"

"NOW!"

At once, the group shouted: "REDUCTO!"

The towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor —

"RUN!"

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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Too Late To Turn Back Now - Four

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

an: kinda like....getting in to it now....

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The sun was already bright when Elide jumped up at eight am, her biological clock forcing her awake. For the first seconds of the day, she thought it had all been but a dream so she peered around the wall of pillows separating the bed in half.

Lorcan was sprawled, half-off the mattress, on his stomach, his head buried in a mountain of pillows. Elide let her eyes wander down his back, tracing the traditional tattoos marking coppery-brown skin of his back and arms. She swept her eyes back up his spine to the thick hair braided back in two Dutch braids, the silver chain he wore glinting in the morning light.

She looked her fill until her eyes dipped down to where the duvet was covering his frankly fantastic ass. Elide quickly snapped her eyes away and felt her face heat as she climbed off the bed and grabbed a hoodie to throw over her tank top and sweatpants.

Something buzzed in her bag and she rooted through the pockets before retrieving her phone, seeing all the calls she’d missed from her boss, including one from Benson.

Her lip curled and she walked on silent feet to the balcony that overlooked the yard and the ocean. The glass door clicked shut behind her and she clicked on the immigration agent’s voicemail, his slick voice coming through the speaker.

“This is Agent Benson, calling to inform you that your unscheduled drop-in can happen at any time. If either of you come to your senses, call back to set up a deal.”

Elide viciously hung up the phone and slammed it on the balcony railing, pacing back and forth angrily, her brows drawn tight together. She was still muttering obscenities in an ancient language when Lorcan lumbered outside, pulling his hair from the braids. The sight of his bare chest, the smattering of dark hair on his pecs and the trail leading from the grooves of his stomach down below the low-slung waistband of his shorts was enough to make her pause in her anger. Lorcan rose a brow at the fury on her face, not a stitch of cosmetics gracing it for once, “What happened?”

“Benson called,” she muttered, continuing with her pacing. Elide moved to the railing to pick up her phone to show him the voicemail, only to find that in the heat of the moment, she’d smashed the screen. “Fuck it all to hell.”

Elide looked ready to explode and out the corner of his eye, he saw his sisters, tea mugs in hand as they squeezed themselves into one of the wooden chairs circling the fire pit, giving them direct access to the balcony. Lorcan reached out to Elide and smiled, “Come here.”

She wrinkled her nose at his outstretched hands and took a step back, frowning at his smile. “What. No, what are you even doing?”

“My sisters are watching so come here, and give me a hug,” he said through his smile, his cheeks growing more tired by the second. When she still didn’t move, Lorcan sighed and tugged her close, wrapping his arms around her. “Want to stay in Doranelle? Give me a fucking hug, princess.”

Resentfully, she curled her hands on his chest and laid her cheek above his heart, his body heat warming through her face. Elide felt his hands slide down her spine to the small of her back and sighed softly, relaxing into him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, gently rubbing her back. “I’ll order you a new phone and we can go into town to pick it up, ok? But first things, you need to go get dressed.”

“Dressed for what?”

“Brunch, my love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

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Lorcan sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time in the five minutes he’d been waiting for Elide. “Elide, c’mon, can we just go? I’m sure you look fine.”

The bathroom door slammed open and Elide walked out, yet another pair of heels on her feet. Elide wore a baby pink silk slip skirt that ended mid-calf and a chunky cream sweater, paired with delicate gold necklaces and dainty matching hoops. Her dark hair was down and fell in romantic waves down to the small of her back. Her pointed-toe pumps matched her skirt and her thick lashes had been lengthened and darkened with mascara.

She spun, “Well? Suitable, is it, Mr. Salvaterre?”

Lorcan sweeped his eyes up and down her figure, nodding absentmindedly. “You look good. Can we go?”

Elide waltzed up to him, taking deliberate steps until she got to his side and tucked her hand in his elbow.

Elide surveyed him in his outfit, sweeping her cunning eyes up and down his figure. Lorcan was wearing a ribbed fisherman’s wool sweater and a pair of navy slacks, the collar of his business shirt poking above his sweater. “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” she whispered, taking in the round, tortoiseshell spectacles. He looked quite dashing, the bottom half of his ruthlessly beautiful face graced with fashionable stubble, and his hair braided back into a bun at the crown of his head.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said, not too kindly. Elide supposed she deserved it. They weren’t friends and he was being blackmailed into a marriage that could very well end his law career before it even started.

Shaking off the feeling of guilt, Elide rested her head against his bicep, shocked again to find that he was pure muscle. Get it together, she berated herself, this is so not the time to be attracted to your associate, Elide.

“Ready?”

Elide looked up at him and nodded, “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Not another word was passed between them as they walked into the brunch. They had gone all out and Elide’s eyes widened at the amount of people, all chatting quietly with plates of food or drinks in hand. Odette walked up to them and hugged Elide, “Welcome.”

Elide tensed as Odette hugged her but then slowly melted into the embrace. She’d forgotten what it was like to be hugged by a mother. Quickly, she blinked back tears, “Thank you for going through all this trouble for us.”

“Oh, don’t worry! This is the first time Lorcan’s brought home a girl,” she said, dismissing Elide’s concerns. “Now, help yourselves to food and drinks.”

With that, she swept away, going to talk to other party guests.

Elide tapped Lorcan’s shoulder, waiting until he leaned down. “I’m going to go get a drink.” He nodded and she was off, smiling and nodding as she slipped through the crowd to the bar.

No one bothered her as she mixed various liquors and syrups in a glass and picked apart a muffin, feeling isolated amidst the happy brunch-goers. Everyone was chatting, laughing with old friends. Elide looked up and searched the room for Lorcan, finding that he had been cornered by his great-aunt, Maeve.

Elide hadn’t exchanged two words with the woman, hadn’t even seen her since their arrival and she was glad of it. Something about her made shivers run down her spine and she could see Lorcan grow more and more uncomfortable as she appeared to be berating him for some reason or another.

Deciding she would graciously save him from the situation, Elide turned back to make him a drink, stumbling for a second when it hit her that she didn’t know what he drank. She didn’t know a thing about him and he knew everything about her.

At an office dinner once, she’d seen him with a glass of whiskey in his hand and that seemed to fit him, so she poured him two fingers worth and added some other things to make it more appropriate for brunch. She’d worked as a bartender all through her undergrad and law degree and hadn’t forgotten the skills she’d picked up at the swanky cigar club.

With a decisive nod, she squared her shoulders and made it back to his side, just in time to hear him harshly spit: “Elide and I are engaged.” Everyone around them froze, including Elide, the ice cubes in his drink clinking against the glass.

Maeve’s eyes widened and her face hardened after her initial shock. Elide recovered from her freezing and smoothly stepped up to Lorcan’s side, holding his drink out to him, “I didn’t know we were telling anyone yet.”

Lorcan whipped his head to her, his anger checking as he saw Elide and the drink. He didn’t know what it was, but took it, puzzled as he looked down at its contents. She tapped the bottom with her fingertip, “You’ll like it.” He warily looked between her and the glass as Elide turned to face Maeve. “We were hoping to tell everyone a little later, but yes. We’re engaged.”

Lorcan looked down at her, opening his mouth to say something when someone clinked a glass. They looked up out of their own bubble, confused as they looked around to find that everyone was staring at them, the people closest to them urging them to share the story.

Excusing themselves from the corner with Maeve, Lorcan and Elide walked to the centre of the room. He sipped from his drink and raised his eyebrows before sipping again. She mumbled into her glass, “Told you you’d like it.”

“Yeah, yeah, El,” he said under his breath, sliding his arm around her waist and tucking her into his side. They fit just right. “You’re always right.” Lorcan was looking across the room at his mother, wincing until he saw her pleased expression, barely a difference to anyone who didn’t know her, but her eyes were bright as she pulled Aneha and Sadirah inside.

Elide beamed up at him, like a girl in love as their audience settled down. “Well, it was beautiful. He did wake me up at midnight, which I wasn’t too happy about, mind you,” she spoke clearly, commanding the room’s attention without demanding it, just like she performed in court. Elide paused as a chuckle ran through the crowd and sipped from her drink, clearing her throat before continuing. “We went for a drive to this gorgeous waterfall ten minutes outside of the city and sat in the bed of his truck, wrapped up in this huge blanket, just watching the stars.” Elide swallowed hard and blinked quickly, “Sorry, there’s something in my eye.”

She carefully wiped them and ignored the look he gave her, the question dying on his lips. “So, we saw this shooting star and I asked him what he wished for. Nothing big or fancy, just… that I would say yes to his question. I had no idea what he was talking about and asked him what question.” Elide looked up at him, something sorrowful in her expression, “And then he asked.” She waved her left hand and Lorcan saw that she’d moved the diamond ring she wore on her right hand to her left. “And his wish came true.”

There was applause and soft cheers before someone started a ‘kiss’ chant. Elide and Lorcan laughed it off, shaking their heads and smiling tightly until Maeve gave her a disapproving look and Elide saw red. She put her glass down on the table before her and took Lorcan’s as well, looping her hands around his neck and pulling him down. They didn’t kiss yet and Lorcan whispered, “What are you doing, princess?”

“Just trust me,” she answered, leaning in, and pressing her lips to his. He responded immediately, his hands on the small of her back as he dipped her. Elide gasped softly into his mouth, her lashes brushing against his cheeks as her eyes fluttered shut. Countless moments later, they came up for air, their chests rising and falling unsteadily as they stared into each other’s eyes.

Lorcan righted her and looked away, his cheeks tinted pink. Elide reluctantly tore her eyes away, flushing as the guests laughed and clapped. She flicked her eyes to where Maeve had been to find that she’d left and sighed in relief, reaching for her and Lorcan’s respective drinks. He nodded absentmindedly as she pressed his glass into his hand and Lorcan lifted it to his lips to drain the rest, “Let’s get out of here.”

Elide agreed and they slipped away. They didn’t get very far before a gentle voice was heard. “A lawyer, huh? You’re really marrying up, Salvaterre.”

Lorcan whirled around, Elide forgotten as he laid eyes on a beautiful woman. She wore a pair of black mom jeans and a green silk tank top that contrasted wonderfully against her warm brown complexion. “Essar?”

The woman, Essar, laughed and Lorcan crossed the hall to sweep her into a hug, lifting her off her combat-booted feet for a few seconds, “What are you doing here?”

Essar laughed as he set her down, her hand fondly resting on his upper arm, “Your sisters made me come.”

“From Varese?”

She shook her head, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, “No, I live here now. Moved back a year ago. I teach kindergarten.”

“Oh lords, over at Wayawakiya*?” He turned to Elide, as if just remembering that she hadn’t disappeared back to Hellas’ realm, “That’s the school we went to.”

“Oh.”

Lorcan was oblivious to her unenthusiastic answer and turned back to the woman. She smiled, “We’re being rude, Lor. Introduce me to your bride!” They both turned to her and beckoned her over. “Hi, I’m Essar. It’s lovely to meet you, Elide.”

Elide was coming to the realization that hugging was the normal greeting in the Northern Isles because she had never been hugged this much. Still, it was nice and Elide could see herself getting along well with Essar, despite the situation.

“Essar and Lorcan were quite the item during school,” an icy voice helpfully commented. Without looking, Elide knew it was Maeve and didn’t deign to look over her shoulder, grabbing Lorcan’s hand to deter him.

Essar chuckled, “Yes, well, that’s old old history.” Lorcan nodded in agreement, but the look in his eyes told a different tale. “Anyway, I’m going to get going, I promised Dresenda I’d help her at the bar, I’ll see you two later, I guess.” Essar gave a two fingered salute and walked back down the hall.

Slowly, Lorcan turned to face his great-aunt but Elide dug her nails into his hand, not giving him a chance to say a word before she was pulling him away.

She tugged him to the patio and let go of his hand, going to lean against the railing just as a group of men spilled outside and started yelling at Lorcan. Elide watched, mildly terrified as a silver-haired man tackled Lorcan to the deck and the rest followed.

The door opened again and two women walked out, rolling their eyes at the boys’ antics. They were both tall and drop dead gorgeous. One had long corn-silk yellow hair that fell nearly to her hips and fair skin, her eyes bright blue. The other was a few centimetres taller than the blonde woman and had deep brown skin, her coily curls styled in a fluffy afro that was decorated with golden cuffs. They matched the little septum ring she had piercing her nose. Her voice was even and had the gentle lilt of an Eyllwe accent, “Don’t mind them. They haven’t been all together for a while. You must be Elide.”

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, still watching, half-concerned, as they pulled Lorcan up and he squared up with one of them, one who looked like him but gentler. More tame. “I’m Elide.”

She laughed a tinkling laugh, “It’s lovely to meet you, Elide. My name is Nehemia and the blonde one is my boyfriend.” Nehemia pointed out one of the men, his short hair styled in meticulous waves and bleached blonde. “His name is Fenrys, and then you have his twin, Connall,” Elide’s gaze slid to the next man, identical to Fenrys save for his hair – worn in a high-top twisted fade style and his natural colour. “Oh, sorry, I should let you say hello to Aelin here.”

Aelin laughed and nodded, pulling Elide into yet another hug, “Hi, I’m Aelin! It’s great to meet you, Elide.” She let Elide go and they all turned to watch the boys interact. Aelin pointed to the silver-haired man, “That’s my boyfriend, Rowan. The one that looks like Lorcan is Vaughan, they’re cousins. Vaughan and Lor grew up together here, but they all met in university.”

Lorcan turned, as if hearing Aelin’s voice and let out a shout, “G-Money?”

Elide and Nehemia chuckled as Aelin held her arms open and swaggered forth, “In the flesh.”

He laughed loudly and they hugged briefly before they began a complicated handshake, one with many steps and ending with a chest bump that nearly knocked Aelin on her ass. She just laughed and hugged him again, her feet lifting off the deck. He let her go and walked over to hug Nehemia, kissing her cheek, “Hey, Mia. Still with the pup?”

Nehemia laughed as Fenrys made an offended squawking sound and Elide was introduced to the boys. Aelin clapped her hands, “Alright, Elide, you need to change.”

Elide looked down at her clothes, confused, “Why?”

“We’re taking you out. Come on!”

She looked to Lorcan, eyes stricken, but he just shrugged, “Better get going, princess.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan watched the boat depart, standing on the patio. He worried his bottom lip, fiddling with his leather watch strap as they drove off. Aelin and Nehemia had roped in his mother and sisters, strong-arming them into joining their outing.

He tried to not worry but Elide didn’t exactly have the best social interaction skills. She approached everything in life as if she were still in court and he wouldn’t be surprised if she clashed with one of the women and this whole mess became just that little bit extra messy.

He was still fiddling with his watch and staring at the empty ocean, the boat long gone, when Rowan walked out. “Lor,” he said, his hand resting on Lorcan’s shoulder. “You good?”

Lorcan smiled, pretending like Rowan could see right through him, and nodded, “Yeah, ‘m fine.”

Rowan sighed and rubbed his eyes, “What are you doing, Lorcan? You’ve hated this woman for years. Tell me what’s happening.”

His throat tightened as he searched for the right words. He didn’t want to lie to his best friend – his brother – but there was no other option. “I don’t know, Ro. Things changed.”

“That’s what you’re going with?” asked Rowan, his brows lowering as Fenrys, Connall and Vaughan slowly walked out, their faces unreadable. “’Things changed’?”

Breathing out slowly, Lorcan nodded. “It’s different now. I’m in love with her.”

Vaughan snorted and shook his head, “Whatever you say, L.”

“What—”

“I get lying to your sisters and aunt, but your mom? Us?” Hurt bled through Fenrys’ voice and Lorcan opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.

Connall, ever the peacemaker, placated them, “Boys, let’s calm down, ok? Let’s give Lorcan the benefit of the doubt and not fight, agreed?”

They all muttered their agreement, but the look in their eyes told him this was far from over.

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After two hours, their spat had been long forgotten and the boys were all sitting around a bonfire, smiling and laughing as they recounted tales of the days when they were youngins.

Right now they were laughing at Vaughan as Lorcan recalled one crisp November morning when he’d been called in a panic to drive the boat a couple islands over, where he’d found his cousin in his briefs standing on a cliff’s edge, terrified as he glanced over his shoulder and jumped into the sea, swimming to the boat as one of the elders yelled obscenities at him.

The sounds of people’s voices interrupted them and they looked up to find that the girls had arrived back. Elide and Aelin were walking together, chatting quietly. He wasn’t surprised that they got along at all.

When Elide’s eyes flicked to his, the light in them guttered and she grew sadder, deflating. If anyone noticed, they didn’t show it as the twins ran up to the bonfire and their attention shifted. Elide stayed in place as the girls joined them, Odette smiling and accepting bear hugs from all the boys. Quietly, Elide said, “I’ll be in the house.”

She neatly spun on her heel and walked away, the boys stiffening and shooting him dirty looks as Odette said, “You should go talk to her. There’s a surprise.”

Lorcan grimaced as he stood, “You know how I feel about surprises, iná**.”

“You’ll like this one though!” yelled Aneha, sticking her tongue out at him when he gestured rudely at her and nodded goodbye, his long legs not taking long for him to catch up with Elide.

She looked so much different in a pair of blue jeans and a lavender-coloured wool sweater, her hair in a thick braid that rested on one shoulder. “Elide, what’s wrong?”

Elide didn’t answer him until they had crossed the yard and entered the house. She toed off her slip-on sneakers and refused to look at him. “Elide. Tell me.”

“We’re getting married on Sunday.”

Lorcan’s breath left his lungs in a rushed exhale and he fought for air. “What are you talking about, it’s their birthday on Sunday, are you really trying to take that away from them?”

Elide snapped her head up, her eyes blazing, “No, of course not. I’m not some fucking prick who walks in and takes whatever she wants-“

“Could’ve fooled me,” he snarled, kicking off his shoes and pushing past her to the kitchen. “I need a drink and you need to explain yourself.” Lorcan sat at the bar but didn’t move to the liquor cabinet as Elide walked in, her brows lowered over ire-filled eyes.

“We were at Dresenda’s,” she said. Dresenda’s was the local pub, owned and operated by Essar’s sister. As she mulled over something, she pulled out a shaker and various liquor bottles, her motions like second nature as she mixed a drink. “And they asked me how it came to be, because for the last two years all they’ve heard is how much you hate me.” Elide’s voice didn’t diminish in pitch or strength, but he flinched all the same, regretting the fact that she knew just how badly he talked about her to his family.

“Elide-“

She didn’t give him a chance to say anything as she shook the mixer vigorously, “And then I said we wanted to wait, but we just didn’t care anymore. It was Sadirah’s idea and they all agreed, even Essar.”

“Ess was there?”

“Yeah, she was helping Dresenda with serving. She said she wanted you to be happy.” An uncomfortable silence fell over them and as if to break it, Elide pushed his glass towards him before she fiddled with her ring. “I got an email from Benson. He’s set up our scheduled interview and sent sample questions. I printed them out.”

He hated how quiet she had become, her words muted. From her back pocket, she pulled out a thick bundle of folded up papers, attempting to smooth them as she unfolded them. “Here.”

Lorcan took the papers and flipped through them, scoffing. “I know all of this already.”

“You do?” Elide took the papers back and her eyes widened as she scanned the list. “All of these?”

Chuckling, Lorcan sipped from his drink and was surprised, yet again, that she’d made something this good. “Try me.”

“Fine. Let’s see,” she perused the list, flipping back and forth before her eyes lit up. “Mm. How do I take my tea?”

“You don’t drink tea. You drink coffee, exclusively, and your usual is a sixteen-ounce cappuccino with one package of sugar – nothing else. Too easy, Lochan.”

Her eyes narrowed, “Fine. Do I have any scars?”

“Yep, one on your right ankle and I’m pretty sure you have a tattoo.” He leaned forward, swirling his drink around.

“Oh, ‘pretty’ sure?”

“Mm-hmm. Your dermatologist called a couple months back, asking about a Q-switch laser. Obviously, I searched it up and found out that it’s for—”

“Tattoo removal.”

“But you asked me to cancel the appointment. So. What is it?”

Elide shook her head, returning back to the questions, “We’re done with that.”

“You have to tell me, they’re going to ask—”

“I’m not telling you, so quit asking me,” she said, in a tone that brooked no arguments. “We’re done here.”

He didn’t know what he’d said to offend her as she hastily dumped the drink materials in the sink and turned on the tap, viciously washing as he slowly stood up and walked up to her side. “Are you going to tell me about that engagement bullshit you made up?”

“No.”

“Fine,” he seethed, angry at her for being so closed off, angry at her for being rude and unfeeling, angry at her for once again ruining everything. “Then at least tell me why you can mix drinks like this.”

Elide didn’t answer at first, but her scrubbing became gentler until she sighed heavily. “My uncle made me make drinks for him and his friends. During university, I got a job at a private bar and worked there until I started as crown counsel.” Her words became strangled and she coughed as she rinsed the shaker, not looking at him as she whispered, “And the story wasn’t bullshit, Salvaterre.”

Without another word, she put the clean dishes in the drying rack and disappeared down the hall, leaving Lorcan to the realization that he didn’t know a damn thing about Elide Lochan.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

*Wayawakiya: School

**Iná: Mother

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Repeat (Tales From The Heart)

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen Warnings: Injury, minor character death Characters: Shachi

There was something not quite right about their current island. Law seemed slightly uneasy, and Shachi himself could feel something in the air that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. If asked (as Law did), he couldn't explain what, exactly was wrong, but there was something off, and none of them liked it.

Still, they needed supplies, and an off feeling wasn't enough to justify potentially running on empty until they reached the next island. Someone had to go, and Shachi was already on his way to get ready for yet another incognito run (he had done far more incognito than in uniform, and while he liked being in uniform better, the idea of secrecy had long since ingrained itself in his mind) when Law had stopped him.

"Not this time, Shachi," he said. "I want you here today."

Shachi was well versed in reading what Law wasn't saying. There was a flash in there of the early days, when Law was trying to get him, Penguin and Bepo to understand something. This time, it was back but not aimed at him. Instead, Law seemed to have another target in mind, and he trailed behind his captain as Uni and Clione were selected.

It wasn't Uni's first incognito supply run. Shachi had done one with him before, and knew the taller man got easily stressed under the pressure. Adding in the newer recruit to the mix would be interesting, that was for sure. Shachi privately thought that Uni was going to get more stressed, but if Law wanted to try that experiment, then he'd stay quiet.

If only the bad feeling would go away. Uni and Clione both knew to get in, stock up what they needed, and then leave again, but Shachi wasn't going to be happy until they were back in the safety of the Tang. From the way Law and Penguin were fidgeting, he wasn't the only one, and wished that he'd been sent out. He knew how to handle those situations, where the world felt like it was conspiring against them, although he understood why Law had sent a different pair for once. They needed more people that could cope under pressure, and while the island had them tense, it wasn't openly dangerous.

Realistically, it was a good balance of urgency without danger, which made it perfect for learning. As he watched them go, he tossed the den den mushi he'd pick pocketed from Uni up and down in the palm of his hand. Law's idea – and not necessarily one he agreed with, having been sent out to shore many times without one himself and acutely aware of how much of a crutch it could be.

"You can't baby them," Penguin pointed out, and Shachi looked up at him with a sigh. Behind the older man, Law was watching him too, and he suddenly felt as though he, too, was being tested.

"I'm not," he protested, but his denial appeared to fall on deaf ears as his nakama dispersed to their stations. Moving the Polar Tang further away was another decision Shachi did not agree with, although there were enough pirate ships in the docks that he could see the logic. He just wished they'd done it before setting Uni and Clione on shore.

The feeling of wrong didn't go away, and he stayed on the deck, looking out towards the direction of the town. Despite his paranoia, he didn't leave the ship. No orders from Law, and no physical reason to do so left him trapped on the deck. It could just have been because he was used to being the one out there, doing the dangerous tasks. Maybe he was starting to panic because of the unknown, because it wasn't him facing danger, but rather his relatively inexperienced nakama. Still, for as long as there was no proof, he had to deal with it.

The screams were faint when they started, and it was only by straining his ears that Shachi made out the unmistakable sound of gunfire, at which point he couldn't stay still any longer.

"I'm going," he said, already halfway down the gangplank by the time Law caught up with him, face twisted in concern. Penguin was below deck, in the engine room, and Shachi hoped he stayed there. His blood was freezing in his veins at the sound, and the idea that two of his nakama were out there, in the carnage…

"Go," Law said, tossing a den den mushi his way. It was the one he'd picked from Uni's pocket earlier. Shachi didn't need to be told twice, barrelling towards the unfolding nightmare and blinking tears back. This wasn't the same as Swallow Island. His nakama were armed, could defend themselves. No-one was dying today.

It grew harder to remember as he battled through the stream of fleeing civilians, ducking for cover as bullets rained down in bursts and searching desperately for Uni and Clione in the chaos. Every woman's scream sounded like his mother shrieking his name, every man's cry sounded like his father's defiant roar, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife, willing the memories to go away.

It wasn't the same. It wasn't the same.

A familiar presence finally prickled at the edge of his consciousness, a panicked flare he knew was Uni, and he changed course abruptly, making a beeline for him. He couldn't feel Clione, and combined with Uni's panic…

No, they must have just been separated, he tried to convince himself. Uni was panicking because they'd been split up in the chaos, and Clione was just out of range. It was fine. They were fine.

The Marines were there. Someone had called them, or they'd noticed of their free will. It didn't matter how. They were there. Shachi crushed the resentment as it attempted to well up. Of course this small trading town would have Marines at its beck and call whenever something happened. Of course this place was more important than a small backwater island almost always covered in snow and minimal trade to speak of.

Clione's presence finally registered, faint but in the same place as Uni, and the panic welled up anew. Shachi knew the feeling of life slowly yet steadily trickling out of a person, and that was unmistakably the sensation he felt from Clione.

Shachi had lost enough to pirate raids. He wasn't losing another.

There was a Marine with his nakama, he saw as he rounded the final corner to see what his haki had been telling him all along. Another Marine was bleeding sluggishly from his throat, not far from Clione's unmoving body, and Uni was tugging his knife back, turning to face the still alive Marine.

He wouldn't be fast enough. Uni was determined, but the Marine already had a den den mushi out. If he was allowed to make that call…

Uni wasn't fast enough, but Shachi was. His muscles would be feeling the strain later, always hating it when he accelerated beyond the normal limits of the body, but Clione wasn't moving, Uni was panicking, and maybe Shachi was panicking too (there was no maybe about it), but he couldn't lose his nakama. Not like this.

The Marine made a sickening gurgle as he dropped, but Shachi had no time for him, stepping over the body and catching his first good look at Clione. Hurried stitches held together a wound in the right of his chest – not the left, and he wanted to cry at the luck, because they'd come so close to losing a nakama and they wouldn't have known until too late – and Shachi entered autopilot mode. He knew he called Law, Penguin in the background, but he didn't know what he was saying. Uni was looking at him with something an awful lot like respect, but Shachi didn't deserve that.

Not now, when he was falling apart as the past threatened to overlap the present. Not when he was spewing nonsense that was supposed to sound confident, just to comfort Uni. It rang hollow to his own ears, some nonsense about the Marines saving Clione because Uni hadn't driven them away.

He didn't remember getting back to the Tang, either. One minute there was land, and then there was the wooden decking beneath his feet. Law must have taken Clione, and there was Penguin with an arm around a shaking Uni. If anyone said anything to him, he didn't hear them. Everything was just white noise, broken up only by the echoing sounds of gunshots and screams.

It was different this time, he told himself as he ended up face-down in Penguin's bunk, his shades pressing uncomfortably into this face. They're alive. They'll be okay.

He was still shaking when Penguin found him.

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renniecirque · 4 years

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More Rennie HCs!!!

how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc? Records, his phone, sometimes his school laptop

do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other? Bath! Rennie is old fashioned and loves taking a soak in a warm tub filled with herbs and calming scents. It’s not uncommon to find him fast asleep in the tub after a long day.

do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided? Down. Though during the summer he clips his bangs up out of his face!

how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed? 2 blankets! One thin one and another that is minky/soft. Rennie is the king of pillows; he has 4. 3 to lay on, one to hold.

what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense? Dreams are strange for Rennie as they aren’t quite nightmares but they can leave him unsettled. He often replays the past in his sleep.

do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings? Groggy as heck. You’d think he was a different person with how silent and dragging his body-like he is if he has an early morning class. Some say it looks like someone dragged him across the field and left him there with how he looks in the morning. Not at all.

what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing? A cardigan over his old night gown. He also wears night shorts under it. Though he also now has a matching lounge pj set with his friend.

what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne? Rennie either smells like coffee or fresh pine/floral scents. He uses sprays whenever he feels like it but doesn’t make a habit of it.

what shampoo scent do they like the best and why? Lavender! Anything that reminds him of his home in the forest. Plus it has soothing attributes.

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs? Bar! He’s quite fond of homemade oatmeal soap. Eh he’s indifferent.

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else? Sleeping with someone else. Back at his home, he used to share a bed with his brother and now currently with his sister in the small cottage. It just feels safe to him.

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep? Cold. Layers are easier to deal with than sweating.

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up? Very much so. Rennie is a big night owl and likes to stay up until dusk before heading to bed. Sadly school makes that more difficult.

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive? NO WAY DFKGKDJ Rennie is used to using brooms or carriage if needed!

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above? N/A. The valley doesn’t really have things like that.

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc? No pets. Though Rennie is quite familiar with the animals that lurk near his home.

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither? Neither.

what are their phobias? do they have any at all? Lightning, war, abandonment issues.

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often? Their loud voice, getting too excited over things and not knowing when to tone it down- not often thankfully.

did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered? Rennie had a fear of how weak humans were when playing went horribly wrong- ultimately adding fuel to an already tense war and causing them to flee their home. I wouldn’t say it was a full conquered fear just… Rennie copes with it better than he used to. Though not in the most friendly way.

do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet? Abandonment issues. Since his brother left, Rennie realized just how quiet the family home is without the one who stood up for him all of this time.

how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc? Biting his lip, twisting his hair, can range from fight to flight depending on the severity. Laughing especially.

do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off? Not terribly short. Setting him off usually involves underestimating him or blocking his way for long periods of time. He also doesn’t stand for weak people getting bullied by fraud mages who think they’re hot shit just because they’re in the brawn dorm.

do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them? Not super easily- though sudden crashes can make him jump. Yelling does put him on edge, especially if it is directed towards him.

what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours? Rennie is very passionate about learning anything and everything about magic! It’s his goal to become a well-rounded magician his mother and father could be proud of. He is also very passionate with his work making clothes for his sister and goods to sell back home. Definitely the history of magic and it’s influence across the world. How each country lives in very different ways involving magic.

what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever? The incident where he hurt a human child on accident. Where his brother risked it all to protect him, even if it meant getting hurt himself on top of severe punishment from the school. How he dropped his birth name because there is terrible magic in knowing one’s true name. He didn’t wish to be controlled by the past anymore.

do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many? No kids, he’s a kid himself. Rennie wouldn’t be Against having a family though it’s hard to gauge. Maybe 1-2 kids??? He does like family.

is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically? Not really… though he wouldn’t complain about being a little taller.

is there something about their personality they want to change? The trickster side of himself he shows for sure. While it can be fun at times, he often uses it as a shield to hide his real feelings.

do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever? Generally Rennie wears whatever is comfortable, though he has an appreciation for certain styles. He at least tries to look presentable.

do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar? To a degree, yes. Though it is more from afar and only within his mind. He only lays light jabs to people and prefers to keep snide comments to himself. No sense picking unnecessary battles.

are they too hard on themselves over the little things? Eh not really! Rennie has a very carefree approach to much of his school life, only getting serious when it comes to his own courses and if others are trying to push him/his friends around. He only gets upset when he fails something he knows he can pull off.

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of? Not very jealous, no. If anything, he’s more envious and resigned to the fact that there are some fae who can live and exist among humans without worry. He’s envious some can survive the strife within the Valley with little issue.

are they possessive over their things? or over other people? Both? Definitely more over people. Those Rennie welcomes into his life are like family and he is not going to let people hurt those he cares about. Not being seen as a dangerous monster by others is all Rennie hoped for.

would they rather be alone or in a relationship? While Rennie feels safer being with other people, I still think he’d rather be alone. I don’t think Rennie would trust someone so openly with his heart as a Fae. Plus relationships with non-fae lead to an endless cycle of heartache.

what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it? They never considered it but nothing is off the table???

do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them? Rennie has his mother and father! For the most part it is very positive. A strict yet loving household, Rennie’s father expects his children to upkeep the family tradition and talent with magic and good schooling. While Rennie’s mother simply wishes for her children to grow well-rounded and respectful. The change in their lifestyle really showed her what really is important and that’s family above influence.

do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them? Rennie has an older brother and his baby sister! He’s the middle baby! Rennie loves his siblings more than anything, especially having a close bond with his brother Brier. Brier tries to distance himself from Rennie now not in a mean way but as a- I’ve protected you for so long and I want you to live and survive on your own way. He can’t always be there, so he needs Rennie to be able to protect and live for himself.

do they have a big family or a small family? no family? A decently big family of 5!

where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? Why? Anywhere outside of the Valley. While Rennie’s home is comforting, the memories of The Valley of Thorns are very raw still and being in a place always on the edge of war exhausts him greatly. Humans and Fae never mix, no matter how hard they try to reconcile the kingdoms.

are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not? Honestly? No. The small hut feels welcoming and warm but Rennie feels he’d feel much better being in another country. Being at NRC for semesters gives him that escape from the reality.

do they like living alone or with another person / other people? Other people for sure!

did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it? Not yet.

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one? Rennie would love to be a teacher for incantations and potions.

if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be? I have no idea kdfjkdfj maybe how people get along? He’d never want wars again.

do they like tv shows or movies? or neither? Rennie doesn’t mind movies, though he really only watches them at school with friends.

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it? Rennie has a Magicame however, he barely knows how to use it.

do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it? Sewing!!! Rennie loves making clothes and blankets in his free time.

where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years? 2 years he hopes to be a great 3rd year student others can look up to. In 5 years he hopes to graduate NRC like his brother and make his family proud. In 10 years he hopes to be working his dream job and training his baby sister in magic alongside his parents.

#twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #rennie cirque #rennie lore #not art #long post #my oc

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adonis-koo · 5 years

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now I’m standing here undressed (M)

Summary: Between your broken heart and unwilliness to part with your feelings for Jungkook, how were you ever supposed to say no to him when he was at your door begging for you?

Genre: idol!AU, 8th!member AU, angst, smut, miscommunication, mutual pining, assumed infidelity not to be confused with actual infidelity

Word count: 4.4K

Note: as if I haven’t written enough smut for JK have another 🤷‍♀️ I’m beginning to pick back up writing so enjoy some Oneshot member smut while I catch up on my series :)

Side note: this is a oneshot but would probably make a little more sense reading this and this beforehand

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You hadn’t even realized your hands were shaking and your pupils were blown out in shock as you took a step back. What were you suppose to do? Say? It was wrong, this was so fucking wrong and he knew it. He fucking knew this wasn’t fair on you, or her.

Jungkook didn’t relent though, marching into the room, determined but the desperation on his face mixed with it as he quickly slammed the door behind him.

You stumbled back slightly feeling absolutely lost at his previous words as he repeated them again, this time grabbing your face with both hands, “Please- I- fuck, I need you- I need you so much right now.” His grip on you was harsh but you could still feel his hands shaking in desperation, “Y/n please.”

He had already pressed into the crook of your neck, his lips instantly parting as he sucked against the skin roughly, “Please.” He kept begging, desperate for you to say something, wanting your approval though he knew he didn’t deserve it.

Not when you had heard him through the door- it was muffled and you hadn’t heard a word but you knew he had been fighting with his girlfriend on the phone. But he didn’t want to think about her- he didn’t want to think about the situation- what he wanted was you. You were all he wanted.

“Jungkook...” You finally strangled out, your fingers fumbled against the white shirt he wore, clinging to the fabric loosely, not pushing him away but not pulling him closer. What were you suppose to do? Fuck you knew getting close to him again was a bad idea. All the clinging, all the late night hugs and soft singing. It was a mistake that you couldn’t take back, “I...You know-“ your voice fumbled and shook, not even able to form a proper sentence.

You felt his hands suddenly place on your waist, squeezing tight. His grip just as desperate as his lips that dragged down your neck, almost afraid you’d disappear if he let you go, “Please.” He kept repeating the word with each kiss to your neck, “I need you. I don’t care about tomorrow, or her or the consequences. I just need to forget. Please.”

Your body throbbed at his words and your heart squeezed, how were you suppose to deny the person you loved? Especially when you wanted him just as bad, but he had no right to be begging against your skin right now, not when he was the one in a relationship.

The deep rooted jealousy and anger burned in the pit of your stomach at the fact, and yet he was still in your room. It was so wrong, but he wanted you in that moment, and you wanted him too. You wanted him so fucking bad. You couldn’t get his taste, his lips that had been permanently seared against your skin out of your mind, the night that seemed to cause this entire mess.

Your hands were dragging up his chest in a fuzzy haze as he instantly pulled from your neck, smashing his lips onto yours that ignited your primal movement, grabbing him just as desperate while his lips stroked against yours bruising and feverish.

His tongue roughly skimmed against your bottom lip, feeling your body rising in heat at the way his hands crawled under your shirt. You had almost immediately parted your lips for him as his tongue quickly pushed in your mouth, roughly stroking against yours as your legs bumped against your bed.

Jungkook had instantly grabbed at your thighs from behind, effectively making your back hit against the bed as he stepped between them, pressing his hands on either side of you as he devoured your mouth in heated desperation. Even if it was a bad idea, all reasons of logic were threw out the window as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your hands massaging into his fluffy hair- you adored it so much, tangling your fingers against the locks as you let him dominate your tongue. Pulling away with a string of salvia connected between you both, panting with red cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours, for a moment you wondered if he had sobered from his hazy state of mind.

His dark brown eyes were like an endless abyss at the moment, unreadable and hungry as you both store at one another breathing heavy. Jungkook had only blinked once before suddenly pressing his lips into your chest, grinding down against you as you felt the large dent in his sweatpants press against your core. Giving a breathy gasp you could feel the neediness build quickly as your legs tightened around him, rubbing yourself against him in sync, feeling the friction hit against your clit as you whimpered a broken quiet moan.

“Mm fuck.” Jungkook had let out a breathy murmur as his hands pried under your shirt, pulling it off effectively. His eyes instantly feasted on the bare sight of your breasts before he leaned in again. Sucking against your nipple harshly while messaging your other in hand, “Gonna get all wet for me?”

Jungkook was focused and yet he wasn’t at all, his mouth speaking on its own as you both kept rocking your hips in a messy grind. You could feel his cock straining in his sweatpants, but his hips didn’t stop rubbing into yours.

The dent had kept hitting against your clit making you moan, back arching at so many sensations at once. You hadn’t slept with Jungkook since the night that had started this mess. The night you had took his virginity.

Jungkook had let his hand slide down your abdomen before cupping your pussy making you choke out a whine, instantly bucking into his hand as he licked his lips, “Fuck so wet...even your shorts are soaked.”

Your cheeks were going red at his words as he pressed his palm harsher against your wet core. Your hips bucking as you felt his palm dig into your clit. Feeling his hand suddenly disappear was enough to make your body tense in objection.

You watched the smirk on his lips coil and it was like seeing a whole new person. It’s when you realized Jungkook wasn’t a shy virgin anymore, he wasn’t doubtful in if he was good or not. You knew the newness wouldn’t take long to go away but damn. Confidence looked so sexy on him, especially when he firmly kept your gaze while he pulled down your panties.

You couldn’t though, you had closed your eyes instantly at the feeling on his long slim fingers dragging against the embarrassing wetness your body had produced.

Jungkook looked like he was eating away at your every reaction before letting his fingers slide up to your clit, bucking your hips harshly into them as you moaned, “Gonna use my hand to get yourself off huh? You know it drives me fucking crazy having my room beside yours right?”

Your body had instantly began bucking into his fingers, using them to further the burning sensation building in your body, Jungkook leaned in slightly, eyes lidded, “I get to hear you whimper and moan all night because your little fingers aren’t enough to make you cum,” his voice had become dark and low, emitting a growl as he huffed, “You know how many boners I’ve gotten because of you?”

His confessions slipped so easily from his lips and they only added to the flushed heat of your body. His fingers coated thickly in your arousal as you desperately bucked your hips against them, the pads of his fingers hitting against your clit just enough to make your body wither and fold beneath his touch even without him moving, “Like that babygirl? Feel good?” He practically purred out, voice husky and deep and his eyes were eating away in full trance at the way your back arched and the way your moans would crack each time his finger would brush over your clit.

You could only strangle another moan at his fingers brushing over your sweet spot, the pressure in your core becoming so intense you weren’t sure if you’d be able to last much longer, just as your orgasm was about to arrive his fingers suddenly left your sensitive swollen bud as he gave a merciless glare, “You don’t get to orgasm until I say so baby, not after all those nights you just had to tease me.”

“B-but...” your lips quivered and your eyes were blown out and pleading but Jungkook didn’t relent, in fact, it only seemed to make him more spiteful as his fingers roughly rubbed over your clit again, tentatively pressing and prodding as your head hit the mattress again.

His fingers found your sweet spot making your small breathy whimpers quickly become louder as his fingers roughly pressed into it, digging into your sweet spot further making your hips almost spazz, “Wanna cum baby?” Jungkook mocked brutally, his pace not slowing down despite your hips needily bucking into his hand, just as your orgasm came close to releasing he stopped once more making your eyes gloss in frustration, “Then beg.”

“P-please...” you whimpered out pathetically, your voice weak and quiet only for another moan, much louder than your previous words to escape from your lips at the feeling of his mouth suddenly attaching to your abused little bud.

Jungkook’s gaze stayed on you the entire time, looking like a predator devouring his prey in the slowest, grueling way as he swirled your clit in his mouth, letting his tongue brush and lap up your juices. His gaze smoldering and dark, too transfixed for you to even think of looking away as he ate you alive, “Mmm..! Fuck please! Please let me come- please.” Your whimpers had become more desperate as you began to roll your hips against his tongue.

He had let something close to a growl out, suddenly grabbing your hips tightly as he pinned them back down, “I know you can do better than that Y/n.” Jungkook snapped out, eyes angry in the most confusing away, had you not been in such a lust filled hazed you would’ve asked why, but had your mind registered his words fully you wouldn’t have even had too, “You didn’t have a problem begging for Taehyung.”

His lips viciously attached back to your clit sucking harshly enough to make what little strength you had left holding yourself up collapse, moaning and whimpering as your hands dug into his soft locks of hair, “Please! Please Jungkook! I’ll be a good girl, I’ll do whatever you want- fuck! Please, let me come. Please!”

Your body was near ready to orgasm again only to have his lips abandon you once more before your orgasm had snapped leaving you begging and whimpering choking on your own tears as Jungkook licked his lips, your arousal glistening against his chin as the wicked smirk pulled on his lips, “That’s better, such a good girl.” His fingers stroked against the skin of your hips attentively, his touch softer then his words or mouth, “You wanna cum babygirl?”

“P-please.” You whimpered out, voice pleading and cracked, your body filled to the brim with neediness, his touch intoxicating and you were starved. Jungkook had let his long slender finger push inside you making you whine and twist beneath him but he didn’t seem to notice anymore.

His tongue attaching back to your clit as he began to suck against it. Your legs were beginning to shake and your hips spazz as the pressure began to build in your core again.

Except this time Jungkook didn’t pull away, pushing another finger inside you as he let them curl, hooking into your g-spot as he pumped them. His tongue took a more lazy approach, sucking your tender little bud with ease and no hurry while swirling it in his mouth.

“Mmm! Please- fuck Jungkook please, I’m so close-“ your voice was hoarse and whimpering, your mind focused on solely the pleasure he was giving you, his tongue lapping against your clit with ease, brushing his tongue along it until he hit your sweet spot again.

“Then cum for me baby. You’ve been such a good girl.” Jungkook replied before returning his tongue back against your swollen bud, pressing it down roughly and giving one long lick before you came undone.

The pressure and edging mixing together in a way that made you twist and wither beneath him as your moans heightened. Your body snapping in such a painful but amazing away. Something only Jungkook seemed to be able to do.

His tongue didn’t stop there, it continued to massage into the sweet spot of your clit dragging out your orgasm as your moans got louder, over sensitivity taking over.

Jungkook didn’t care though as he pushed a third finger inside you, letting it hook it your g-spot as you clenched around his digits letting out a strangled gasp, “J-Jungkook! I-it hurts...!”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled between your thighs, his tongue slowly pressing into your clit compared to the brutal pace of his fingers pumping into your clenched wet pussy, making sure his fingers dug into your g-spot enough for you to see stars, “You wanted to cum baby, your gonna keep cumming until I say you’re satisfied.” His voice low and husky, letting his fingers curl into your g-spot roughly making you almost scream, the pain mixed with pleasure from your overstimulation.

Your next orgasm practically ripped through your whole body as you let out a strangled cry. Jungkook’s mouth refusing to leave your overstimulated clit as he continued letting his tongue push against it.

His fingers digging harshly into your g-spot to the point you began feeling an even stranger sensation in your body begin to bubble.

But you could barely notice due to how heightened everything felt, your body on a high Jungkook refused to let you come down from as he growled, “Didn’t say you could stop.” Sucking harsher against your clit making you let out a loud whine as your shaky hips continued rocking into his face. Despite your sensitivity your body craved so much more and Jungkook was more then willing to deliver.

Your next orgasm came much quicker as he brutally sucked your clit, tongue roughly massaging into your sweet spot. His three digits still buried deep in your pussy when your orgasm snapped. You were in tears and your little hole was contracting and clenching against his fingers as the liquid spewed from it.

“Keep going.” Jungkook purred out smugly his eyes merciless as he kept hooking his fingers in your g-spot his tongue finally returning to your abused bud giving it one nice long lick that had you nearly screaming from the hyper sensitivity.

“J-Jungkook I-I can’t- it hurts.” You whimpered out, your entire body shaking despite complying to his every touch.

Jungkook glowered from his position between your thighs while snapping, “You can take it and you will babygirl. Cum.” One word and your body was sent into orbit, every little touch had you jumping and moaning, just his breath against your skin could make you whine and your hips were tremoring as you felt more liquid squirting from you.

Jungkook had finally paused, licking his lips as he ate up the sight of you. Shaking and sobbing from how much pleasure he had gave you, how good he was. Couldn’t you see how much he provided? How good he could be for you? He felt a million different levels of frustration take over him.

You didn’t know but he had ended things with Hyun, she refused to believe him- saying he needed time to cool down. But he was ultimately done, he never wanted another call, text or voicemail from her again.

Jungkook had told her those dreaded words, ‘I’m sorry but I don’t love you- it’s over’

That was the much more simple version of it. And if she genuinely thought he’d come back after a cool down she was genuinely a fool. Why would Jungkook ever go back to her when you were laid out before him.

Shaking and crying from overstimulation, squirting like a good girl for him with your pretty little pussy on display.

Years of frustration built in his chest began to oversized him once more, how many years did he have to hear you with Taehyung, or Jimin? He had even found out you blew Namjoon. And all of the boyfriends, guys and girls you took home?

Just the idea was making his chest puff and his solid cock strain his pants. The need to show you who you belonged too fully taking over as he quickly rid of his pants.

He gripped the base of his cock, jaw clenching as he gave it a few pumps while you attempted to gather yourself. Small breathy whimpers still leaving your lips as you glanced up timidly at his towering figure that stood above you.

“Open your legs.” Jungkook’s voice didn’t leave any room for debate, your hips were trembling but you did as told. Just the exposure of cold air hitting against your hot pussy had you whining but Jungkook had Ignored it, choosing to line his cock up to your hole before push it in.

You gave a loud gasp, everything too over sensitive and had you clenching around just his big bulbous tip, “Gonna take my cock like a good girl?” Jungkook grunted, his entire body tense at how hard you clenched around him. Fuck he had missed this, he missed the feeling of that tight wet pussy greedily taking him. And you were such a sight for sore eyes, all laid out bare for him while you were whining with dried tears down your face.

He hadn’t even realized how hard he started thrusting until he heard the choked sobs escape you, whimpering and whining as your body contorted but your mumbled speech sounded an awful lot like, ‘harder’ your words were slurred and had shifted to English though for him to really be able to tell.

Jungkook had settled for letting his hips slam into yours, making sure his tip kissed against your cervix and his shaft dragged against your g-spot.

You were loud, so loud and you probably didn’t even realize it anymore, but Jungkook didn’t care. In fact, that was good. That meant everyone knew who you fucking belonged too.

Jungkook had lunged down caging you between his arms as growled, “Keep taking it baby. I want that little pussy cumming around me again. You like that don’t you? Being forced to orgasm again and again? Gonna cum so soon?” Jungkook couldn’t stop the filth from his mouth even if he wanted too, his lips were attached to your neck instantly, sucking it harshly as you moaned beneath him. Your hands suddenly clawing down his back, but the sting of your nails only encouraged his hips to work harder.

You felt so good, your greedy little hole clenched so tight around his big cock, Jungkook had finally released a moan himself as he let his free arm slither down your body to find your clit again. One press and you were withering beneath him from how hypersensitive you were, “How about now hm baby? Does your little clit hurt? Then why are you moaning? Hm? Gonna get my cock wet babygirl? Are you gonna squirt again?” Jungkook let his lips drag against your ear as he dug his finger into your clit, his thrusting going more shallow to hit your g-spot.

“Jungkook- mmm! Fuck-“ you were still murmuring whimpers in English. Too fucked out too even protest as your body exploded under his touch. Pussy clenching harshly around his cock while you let out a sob at the orgasm his fingers still digging into your clit as you moaned.

“So sensitive,” Jungkook cooed out, “Squirt all over my cock baby. I’m gonna keep making you cum until you do.” He instantly let his thrusts go deeper and rougher again as he moaned. His arm was beginning to tire out but he was determined to make you squirt one last time.

At this point it wasn’t even hard to make you orgasm anymore. Your body was sensitive to the slightest of pleasure making it amplified and easy to have his way as he roughly dragged his fingers over the sensitive bud.

“Jungkook- it hurts, it hurts.” You kept whimpering those two words as he continued to pound into you, but despite your pleas your body was already bubbling with another orgasm.

“Then tell me to stop,” Jungkook snapped back heatedly, his thrusts becoming more erratic, a sign he was close to his release, “If your little clit hurts that bad then fucking tell me to stop. Go on say it babygirl. Say it.”

Your lips quivered and opened before closing several times yet not words escaped, Jungkook let out a scoff as he snarled, “You fucking enjoy this you little brat so shut up and cum one last time for me.”

His words practically lit up your entire body in white pain that folded into pleasure as you let out a scream, nails digging deep into his shoulder blades. Your body finally squirting weakly as it clenched around him roughly.

Jungkook let out a string of moans as he gave one last thrust deep inside you while letting his release string inside of you.

It was quiet for several moments, Jungkook still on top of you as you both breathed raggedly. Jungkook was already beginning to feel the urge to collapse as fatigue began to overtake his body- he couldn’t even imagine what it must’ve been like for you.

And furthermore, did he really just ruin his friendship with you?

But he loved you so much, he couldn’t keep going like this. It’s why he ended things with Hyun- even if you didn’t know that. Its why he marched all the way to your room in desperation.

But the thought finally occurred to him, what if you genuinely didn’t like him like that? He would be so crushed.

He had a crush on you ever since the moment he walked in on you with your hair down, discovering you weren’t at all who you said you were when you first joined Bangtan.

“Holy fuck.”

That’s all you could mutter before the heaviness in your eyes took over.

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Your body was in pain, a lot of pain. But for the first time in well over three years, you could at least genuinely say you were satisfied. Except you weren’t.

Not even close when you finally cracked your eyes open to see your bed was empty.

Jungkook, the boy you had loved for god only knew how long, was gone as if he had never even been there to begin with. You would’ve thought it was just a fever dream had you not been naked. Sitting up with a wince as you glanced around. He left...

You had lasted until you had gotten semi dressed, sitting on your bed while holding the white shirt before bursting into tears.

Your hands shook and the pain wasn’t just physical anymore, your every reservation and wall crumbled at just the idea of Jungkook. You couldn’t deny it any longer: you were in love. And it hurt. It hurt so much it was difficult to breath, it felt like you were drowning and only be dragged deeper.

Was he on the phone with his girlfriend now? Acting like nothing even happened between you both. Did he enjoy hurting you like this? Acting like he felt the same only to rip your heart out? Of course he didn’t love you, what were you thinking to assume he did?

You had barely even registered the door opening, but for a half a second you had hoped it was him. Here to rectify everything, here to give you that sweet bunny smile and tell you he had left only for a minute and hadn’t meant to scare you.

But your watery blurred gaze only met with Seokjin making your lips quivered as you bursted into a new set of tears. Defeatedly letting the shirt slip from your fingers as you pressed your palms against your eyes. Of course it wouldn’t be Jungkook.

You felt the bed shift beside you as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, you had instantly melted against his side as you continued sobbing, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“What’s the point?” You choked out, pressing your palms further in your eyes, not even having the strength to look up to the pitiful gaze Seokjin was giving you, “He doesn’t love me.”

Seokjin let his head rest on yours as he gently hummed, “You don’t know that Y/n.”

“Yes I do.” You choked back, just even saying those words was like tearing your already crushed heart into two. You wanted to not believe your own words, but you were also tired of the constant hurt you were being subjected too, “I don’t know if I can go on like this...”

Seokjin was quiet for a moment, and maybe he knew what you meant, but rather then assuming, maybe he had hopes it wasn’t what he thought, finally he murmured, “What do you mean?”

“Like this,” You sputtered finally waving your hands about as you looked up at him, “In Bangtan, I don’t know if I can.” He looked shocked, of course he did. Sure there had been talk about dismantling throughout the years, occasionally meaningless words about leaving during heated arguments.

But you weren’t sure you could think of a time were someone was so serious about leaving except the first year or two.

But now? At the height of your groups fame? When you were all a family now? “Y/n...don’t do something you’ll regret later. I know it hurts,” Seokjin was stern yet soft as he thumbed the tears from your eyes. You were looking up at the one person in your group who you felt really could be your brother, he had practically raised you and was the very reason Bang even let you stay.

You owed him everything, “But we don’t know what Jungkook is feeling at the moment. He left early this morning and hasn’t been back since. Namjoon is out looking for him right now.”

You sighed defeatedly as he pulled you closer into the side hug, letting your arms wrap around him as you buried into his shoulder.

“Sorry for being so loud.” You muttered, knowing that was a big pet peeve of his anytime you slept around. But your voice was cracked and tired and sounded so pitiful it only made him laugh.

Giving you a gentle squeeze in the hug as he set his chin down on your head, “No you aren’t you brat.”

Your lips curled, just a hint upwards as you murmured back, “You’re right, I’m really not.”

But despite the slight pressure off your chest the thought lingered in your mind. You really couldn’t keep going like this, it wasn’t healthy. And if you had to leave the group.

Then that’s just what you’d have to do.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #kim seokjin #jungkook x 8th!member reader #bts idol au #bts 8th member

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tsuki-chibi · 4 years

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Avengers Valentine’s Fic: Six Hands are Better than Two

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When her cup of tea was ready, Pepper carried it over to the table and sat down. She took a careful, too-hot sip, then set her cup down and looked at the tablet sitting in front of her. This was it. The moment of truth. Despite of her nerves, her hands remained remarkably steady as she picked up the tablet and unlocked it. The first file opened seamlessly, and she scanned it with a critical eye.

She knew exactly what she was looking for. The biggest issue was finding it. The first few she dismissed out of hand due to various health problems. The fifth file showed a man with blond hair; she lingered over that one for a minute before flicking past, knowing that she would prefer someone with darker hair. The sixth was passed over for the same reason. Then she landed on the seventh, showing a striking man with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a broad smile with straight, white teeth.

“Not him. Too much like a movie star.”

Pepper shrieked and jumped about a foot in the air. “Tony! What the hell?!”

Tony laughed as he sat down beside her, close enough to steal the tablet but out of range of any punches. “I asked JARVIS to tell me when you started looking at the profiles,” he said smugly. “I wanted to see too.”

“JARVIS, you traitor,” Pepper muttered without any heat.

“My apologies, Ms. Potts, but Sir was most persuasive.”

Knowing what that meant, Pepper shook her head. “Tony, you have got to stop threatening to sell them to MIT,” she said, exasperated. “One of these days JARVIS is going to take you seriously and have himself voluntarily moved, and then where will you be?”

“J loves me too much for that,” Tony said dismissively, continuing to flick through. “Is this really all you have to choose from? Slim pickings.”

Pepper sighed and rested her cheek on her hand. “Well, fewer men are donating sperm now,” she said frankly. “People are nervous about having biological children showing up on their doorstep in twenty years.” She could appreciate that fear, but it made this process no less frustrating.

When she had first decided that she wanted a baby, Pepper had thought long and hard about her choices. As an aromantic woman, she had absolutely zero interest in a relationship. She liked sex – was rather good at sex, actually – but that was about the extent of it. And no one night stand or frequent booty call was going to agree to have a baby with her without bringing feelings into the mix. Eventually they’d want more: they’d want a relationship, the whole 2.5 kids and white picket fence, and the thought made her skin crawl.

No romance. No relationships. Just a kid. That was harder to get than she had anticipated. She had done quite a bit of research into adoption, but every place she had reached out to had unapologetically informed her that they were reluctant to adopt a child to a single woman. She probably could’ve paved the way by throwing money at the situation, but she was loathe to do that when she’d already be facing a ton of media scrutiny as it was.

There was also surrogacy as an option, but Pepper was more than willing to carry the baby herself. It was Rhodey who had suggested that she go to a donation clinic. Pepper hadn’t seen any harm in looking to see what was available; she wasn’t committing herself just by looking. But she hadn’t anticipated how lackluster it would be. Did she really want to choose the father of her child like she’d pick out a pair of shoes?

Well, no. Of course she didn’t. But she was running out of options – and time. She was turning thirty-five after this year, so she was approaching the threshold where pregnancies were a higher risk. She was already aware she was probably only going to do this once, so she had to make it count. This was the best resort. She held a hand out for the tablet back, but Tony shook his head.

“Seriously, Pep, you don’t have to go with one of these losers,” he said.

“Then how else am I supposed to make it happen? I am not interested in a relationship,” Pepper said, a bit more forcefully than was necessary considering who she was talking to, but she was so damn sick of having to repeat herself. People thought there was something wrong with a woman who didn’t want a relationship. There was a reason she and Tony had covered for each other for as long as they did.

“I know you’re not,” Tony said, far more kindly than she deserved, and Pepper’s shoulders slumped.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off,” she said. Out of everyone, Tony knew exactly what it was like to fall short of people’s expectations. He had cultivated a reputation as a slut early on to keep people from figuring out that the infamous Tony Stark had no interest in sex: he would bring drunk women home with him and then put them to bed. Anyone who remembered going to bed alone never wanted to admit that Tony hadn’t slept with them, so they’d make up stories. And she was pretty sure the sex tapes had been faked.

After Afghanistan, when Tony could no longer bear the idea of bringing strangers home, he and Pepper had officially become a couple to give them both some relief. Unofficially Pepper had cultivated a few discreet fuck buddies, while Tony had been content to remain alone. Their agreement had worked very well to keep them both from being bothered by the media, or worse hunted by prospective partners, until Tony met Dr. Stephen Strange.

Pepper had seen the writing on the wall from the moment they returned home from the fight on Titan, having been victorious. Stephen looked at Tony like Tony was something precious, and Tony’s eyes lit up whenever Stephen walked into a room. Naturally, the two of them had awkwardly danced around each other for a few months before Pepper got impatient and forced them to talk it out.

“That’s okay. I get it. Hell, no one gets it better than me,” Tony said. He set the tablet down and looked at her seriously. “What if I offered to do it?”

Her eyebrows jumped. “You’re gonna have sex with me. You.”

“Eww, no,” Tony said, making a face. “But I’d happily donate some of my sperm to the cause. Stephen says that the whole process is way more advanced than it used to be, but that there’s plenty of room for improvement… maybe he and I will take a look at it and see if we can’t figure something out.”

“If anyone could do it, it would be you too,” Pepper said, still reeling from the offer. “You… you’d seriously want a baby?”

“I’ve been thinking about it. I know you and I didn’t work out, but I still think any kid of ours would be awesome.” Tony gave a small smile that quickly faded as he added, “I mean, I understand if you don’t want to. I’ll probably end up being a shitty dad –”

“Tony, no. That’s not it. Anyone who sees you with Peter knows you’re a wonderful dad,” Pepper said immediately.

“It’s not really the same,” Tony mumbled, looking embarrassed.

“Yes, it is and you know it. He literally calls you and Stephen ‘dad’,” Pepper pointed out.

“But we didn’t raise him,” Tony said. He shook his head. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that the offer is there if you’re interested.”

Pepper hummed softly. “What did Stephen say?”

“He’s okay with it. You can talk to him about it if you want to, which you probably should.”

“He’s ready to be a parent?” Pepper asked. “Or are you just looking to make a donation and that’s all?”

“No, we want to be parents with you. Midnight feedings and all. You could move into a room on our floor, and we can set the baby up in the room between us and you. That way, we can help equally. And you’d still be able to go back to your floor when you needed a break,” Tony explained, sounding adorably eager.

“You’re really serious about this,” Pepper said, amazed. At one time, Tony hadn’t been sure that he wanted to be a father at all. That was all Howard Stark’s influence as far as Pepper was concerned. She knew that Tony would be a great dad, but Tony was petrified that he was going to turn out like his father. Having Peter around had done wonders for Tony’s confidence in that regard.

“I am… but only if you’re okay with it. I get that it could be awkward or uncomfortable,” Tony said. “I mean… Stephen and I would still be Avengers and everything.” He looked up uncertainly.

“Let me think about it,” Pepper said slowly. “Is that okay?”

“Sure. Take all the time you need.” He stood up, passed her the tablet, and ambled causally out of the room. Only someone who knew him well, like Pepper did, could recognize how tense he was as he went. He really, really wanted this, she realized.

“JARVIS, have Tony and Stephen really talked about this?” Pepper asked.

“Yes, Ms. Potts. In great detail,” JARVIS replied. “Dr. Strange has just arrived home. Would you like to speak with him?”

“Please,” Pepper said. She believed Tony when he said that Stephen was okay with this, but she wanted to be sure before she even started considering this. She didn’t want a baby to be the thing that came between Tony and the only person he’d ever seriously fallen in love with.

It was only a few minutes before Stephen joined her in the kitchen. He was wearing his uniform, minus the Cloak, and looked tired. Pepper waved him to the table and got up to make herself another cup of tea. She also poured one for Stephen. Unlike Tony, who might as well have had coffee in his veins considering how much of the stuff he drank, Stephen preferred tea. When she turned around, Stephen had picked up the tablet and was flipping through the profiles. Pepper rolled her eyes.

“See anyone interesting?” she asked, sitting again.

“I see some people who may have lied on their applications,” Stephen said critically, stopping at one profile and frowning down at it. “Besides, I believe the more important question is whether you’ve seen anyone interesting.”

“I didn’t get very far before Tony interrupted me,” she admitted. “He had a proposition.”

Stephen didn’t look surprised. “He mentioned he was planning to bring it up today. What did you think?”

“I’m not opposed to the idea,” Pepper said carefully. In truth, it was the best option she’d heard yet. “But I wanted to see what you thought. This isn’t just between me and Tony. I know Tony; he’ll want to be there 100%. And that effectively makes you a father too.”

“It does,” Stephen agreed, his blank expression giving nothing away.

“So… are you okay with that?” Pepper said. “Is that something you want? If it’s not, now is the time to say it.”

“I never imagined I would have a child,” Stephen told her. His hands shook as he lifted his cup. “Particularly after the accident. I lost all interest in sex after that, and a couple of the medications that I’m on would make it difficult for me to get someone pregnant.”

Pepper nodded, having already known this. Tony had told her in confidence after she professed worry over how the two of them would get on, what with Tony’s complete lack of interest in sex. Stephen wasn’t asexual, or at least he didn’t claim the label for himself, but based on what Tony said he was pretty adamant about never wanting to have sex. Luckily, that suited Tony perfectly fine.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not intrigued by the idea. I like having Peter around. I like seeing the joy that Peter’s presence brings to both Tony and myself. I would very much enjoy raising a child. We’ve talked about adoption, but then when you started looking into donations, Tony suggested this could be a convenient solution for all of us.” Stephen hesitated briefly. “My one concern is that I’m not sure how much help I would be at first. My hands…” He trailed off, grimacing.

“It’s fine,” Pepper said gently. “Tony and I will be there. Hell, there are plenty of people in the tower to help. And trust me, there is still plenty you could do.”

“So you’re considering it?” he asked.

“Well… yes, I am. Some people might think it’s crazy… my mom sure will. But I really want a baby, and I like the idea of my child being a part of someone I know and love,” she said. “Even better if it’s Tony, because I know him so well. Plus, Tony brings you to the table as well. The idea of three parents instead of being a single mom sweetens the pot significantly.” She smiled to show that she was teasing, even though she was partially serious.

Stephen smiled too. “Give it some thought. You don’t need to decide right away.” He sat back, rubbing his neck. “JARVIS, where is Tony?”

“Sir is in the workshop.”

Pepper and Stephen exchanged exasperated looks, and then Stephen stood up. “I better go get him out of there, or he’ll pull another all-nighter.”

“Please do,” Pepper said, standing up herself. She picked up her tablet as Stephen left, and did a quick pass through all of the profiles. Some of them sounded impressive, but… she cast a thoughtful look at the door and hummed under her breath as she washed her cup out and set it in the dishwasher.

She did a lot of thinking over the next couple of days. She talked to Rhodey, who was very much in support of the idea, and she talked to her mother, who was very much not. And she also spent some time looking seriously at the files that the agency had given her, trying to decide who she might pick if she decided not to take Tony up on his offer. The problem was, Stephen’s skepticism had made her nervous. After all, she was trusting that complete strangers were who they said they were, and Pepper had been burned that way before in far less high-stakes situations.

There was always the option of asking JARVIS to run background checks, but honestly Pepper wasn’t sure she wanted JARVIS to bother wasting the processing power. Not when, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had never wanted to be a single mother. It was just the only avenue that she felt was open to her, and she wanted a baby badly enough to accept the cons.

But why do so when she didn’t have to?

It was late at night when Pepper crawled out of bed and padded, bare foot, to the elevator. JARVIS took her down to the common room floor, where she knew that some of the Avengers had been having a late night watching movies. As expected, everyone else was gone and Stephen and Tony were alone in the room, cuddled up on the couch: the two of them had a bad habit of falling asleep there and then regretting it the next day.

Pepper paused for a moment in the doorway, staring at the two of them with a smile. Stephen was laying on the couch itself on his back, bare feet stick out from beneath the blanket. Tony was laying half on top of him and half on the couch, mostly buried beneath the blanket. They made for an adorable sight, one that made her heart swell with happiness on Tony’s behalf.

This was all that Tony had ever wanted. This, right here. Or so she had thought. But maybe there was something else that Tony wanted too, which Pepper had never considered before. Being asexual and not wanting to have sex meant that there was a very obvious obstacle in the way of Tony having kids, but even more than that Tony had to be extremely careful about who he had a child with. Way too many people would take total advantage of him if it meant getting their greedy hands into the Stark fortune.

She didn’t need to take advantage; Tony would gladly hand her his entire fortune without blinking an eye. Hell, in a way he already had by making Pepper the CEO of Stark Industries. Technically, if she had been so inclined, Pepper could’ve overthrown Tony and forced him out of his own company. Thankfully for Tony, she had absolutely no intention of doing that. S.I. would die without Tony’s genius guiding the way, which was something that men like Obadiah Stane were too stupid to realize.

She padded over to the couch and sat down on Tony’s side. Stephen awoke first, blinking owlishly. “Something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” Pepper said. She patted Tony’s knee.

“Huh – wha?” Tony was slower to stir. “Pep?”

“I wanted to see if your offer was still open,” Pepper said.

Tony snapped to immediately. “Of course it is!”

“Good. Because I think I want to take you up on it,” she said.

“Seriously?” Tony said.

“Seriously.”

“Oh my god,” Stephen said. “You’re going to have a baby.”

Pepper wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but she shook her head. “No. We’re” she gestured between the three of them “are having a baby.”

The resulting brilliant smiles that lit up both Tony’s and Stephen’s face made her feel warm from head to toe, and she knew immediately that she’d made the right decision. She beamed as Tony and Stephen kissed with joy, and then Tony pushed himself up and threw his arms around her. Pepper hugged him back happily, returning Stephen’s smile over Tony’s shoulder.

They were really gonna do this, and she knew that three of them would do it right.

#avengers #pepper potts #tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #aromantic pepper potts #asexual tony stark

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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lily white in blood red // chapter one

prologue

pairing: curtis everett x reader

word count: 1750

series summary: you are a part of the upper-middle section aboard snowpiercer, but you do not agree with the classist views of the people you are surrounded by. when the infamous curtis everett reaches your part of the train, you decide you want to join him in overthrowing the train’s misguided inventor– while curtis agrees to let you join, he has other plans in mind.

series themes: angst, romance, obsession, fighting/bloodshed, smut

chapter summary: reader meets curtis for the first time.

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notes: would just like to add that in the movie, curtis has been on earth for 17 years and on snowpiercer for 17. seeing that the reader is a train baby, following this logic would make her underage, and so for the purpose of this story, the numbers work out a little differently and i want to make it clear that reader is not a minor. however, i left it slightly up to interpretation how old she really is, just so it can be more relatable for anyone who’s reading! also shoutout to @allthefandomstogether for THIS BEAUTIFUL GRAPHIC, thank you so much love!!! ♡

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You do not have a lot of time to look at him. One of your fellow middle sectioners steps up right in between you and the revolution leader, ready to kill. Everything is happening so fast, it suddenly feels like your body is acting without your brain.

Your knife goes right into his neck, but it’s not Curtis’.

The middle sectioner you had once called a friend is now dead at your feet from your own doing, his blood splattered across smooth skin and white lace.

Perhaps there was a time in Curtis’ life where he was carefree, cheerful, naive. Surely he must have been as a little boy, at least, considering he had nearly two decades on Earth before everything became utter chaos. Before Snowpiercer.

Now, Curtis is a rugged and grizzly man, completely hardened from his years on board. The only thing on his mind for years now has been the revolution. The plan to battle his way to the front. He has no time to think of anything or anyone else, save for his team.

Or so he thought, anyways, until he lays eyes on you for the first time, slightly shocked upon witnessing the betrayal of one upper class passenger towards another.

At first, he only sees your face. Beautiful eyes looking back at his, round with innocence. Healthy roseate lips, a feature simple yet so rare in the tail section due to the grime and dryness in the air. Clean, smooth, flawless skin; he cannot even see a single raised swell or tiny mark. He had forgotten that people looked like this. During the past few days of fighting his way to the front of the train, he did not bother to look at the people he was brutally murdering. It had nothing to do with guilt. He simply does not think they are even worth an inch of space in his mind, and therefore their faces do not even have to be glanced at.

As he stares at you, he is suddenly thankful that he did not apply his usual technique to this situation.

His eyes drift down, only to linger upon the thin alabaster lace adorning your figure. He is not sure why his eyebrows furrow upon seeing such ivory stained with vermilion, as if he himself is not covered in it. Then again, there is a difference; his layers of ratty, misfitting clothes were already sullied to begin with-- while morbid, adding blood to the material did not do much damage compared to what had already been done. You, however…

He decides almost immediately that there should never be even a drop of crimson upon your skin or your clothing ever again. Nor should you ever use such a weapon again, or even hold one.

There is silence for a few moments. Edgar and the others have helped kill off the rest. You are the only middle sectioner standing, you are the one closest to the door of the next cart. You still have your knife in your hand, but it is relaxed by your side. You are a bit shaken up, but you do not look nervous of them.

The only people Curtis has truly cared about for a while now are Gilliam, Edgar, and Tanya. No one else fazes him, no one else has ever had a deep enough impact. When he sees you, something changes. It almost feels like instinct.

“Why did you do that?” he asks, body still naturally tense nonetheless. He does not understand what business an upper-middle sectioner has killing one of their own, but he is genuinely intrigued.

“Are you Curtis?” you ask, and he feels slammed in the windpipe upon hearing your voice. Soft and sweet, just like that look in your eyes-- despite the fact you just killed a man. “Yes.” He answers, eyes locked onto yours. “You know me?”

“Of course… Everyone knows you. The man who’s starting a revolution. You’re trying to get to the front.”

“Then why did you help me just now?” he asks, though more curious than suspicious. He does not want to be suspicious of you. He can’t imagine you as deceitful or crooked. Not you. He already has an entire image of you in his head without even knowing your name, without even having known you for more than one minute.

You let yourself look at him for a few moments, feeling oddly relaxed. He is definitely not a sight you are used to, yet for some reason, you already feel strangely secure around him. “In school they taught us to hate the tail section,” you admit softly, looking towards the darkness of the cold night outside the windows. “That they don’t deserve the privileges and rights we get. That there has to be a balance, and so they don’t get showers or real food or nice clothes since we do.” You glance down at your light and dainty apparel before returning your eyes to his. “But I don’t think that seems right.”

“You’re fuckin’ right, it’s not,” Edgar pipes up in a strong Irish accent, and your eyes dart to him in curiosity. “But are you only saying that so we spare your life? Because in that case, you can join your friends here lying on the-”

Curtis silences him with a mere movement of his hand, holding it outspread towards the younger’s direction in a gesture to shush him. You are not sure whether to be impressed or nervous that it works so instantly. You look up to those ice cold eyes again, wondering what he’ll say. You know that his friend has every right to feel wary. You can’t even imagine the twisted things the front sectioners have subjected them to; you quite literally do not know what they are, because such topics are not discussed. “I want to fight,” you suddenly say, and Curtis blinks. “I want to join the revolution, I want to help you guys.” You can feel everyone’s eyes on you, and while it feels a bit unsettling, you continue standing your ground as you look up at the team leader.

Curtis has never met someone like you before, not even on Earth. He has never been so interested in someone, so damn fascinated. Perhaps it is because he is a man- a man who has been deprived of something quite a lot of men on this world need. Though, in truth, he really has not thought about sex in the past few years. In such grim living conditions, it is not particularly a priority of his. Perhaps he’s been a little too obsessive over his scheme of revolution, but it isn’t as though there are many viable options when it comes to women in the tail section. They are just as broken and battered as he-- if anything, sleeping with them may only result in even more melancholy.

No, he decides, still studying you intently. That is not the reason he is so enticed. At least, not the whole reason, if his subconscious has something to do with it. You have a countenance he’s never quite seen before-- or at least, in a very long time. You are not broken or battered, nor are you strong and secure. You have guts, that is for sure, but in your figure standing before him, he sees something that is incredibly rare to come by on Snowpiercer.

Immaculacy. Purity. Naivete. Gullibility.

He sees lily white, and it is stained by blood red. In this moment, he realizes he has another job at hand entirely.

“You’ll come with us,” he decides, and you slowly exhale as you look to the floor. “But you won’t fight.”

“What?” Your head snaps up, and he is expecting indignance, but all he sees is confusion and perplexity.

He is even more captivated than before.

“You won’t fight.” He repeats, then looks around, a sense of urgency in his features. “Where do you keep your clothes? Are they here?” You slowly nod your head, pointing to the drawer underneath your bed compartment. Your clothes are custom made for you, and rotated out every now and then with new items added to the mix made by the train’s tailors, based on your style. “Change.” He demands simply, and you’re even more puzzled than before. “I-it’s just a little bit of blood, it’s not a-”

“I said change.”

You obey instantly, upset with yourself for even responding in the first place. You lean over to open the drawer, wondering what to wear. The tailors haven’t exactly made you an outfit suited for battle and bloodshed. He sees you pausing and speaks again. “Something like what you’re wearing will do just fine. Do you have another one?” You blink, not exactly having pictured yourself participating in the revolution dressed in a nightie, but you do not want to argue. You pick up a red one and he instantly shakes his head. “Not red.” You look up at him, trying your best to read him but put it back, biting your lip. “What color, then?”

“White.”

You’re thankful you happen to have another one, unsure how he would react if you didn’t. One day you will ask him why this matters so much, but today is not that day. You need him to trust you. “Can you, uh, turn around, maybe?” you ask shyly, and he nods his head, turning away and giving a look to the others to do the same; they are looking at him just as baffled as you are, even slightly judgmental, but they comply. It still feels awkward anyways, but you quickly slip out of your stained apparel and change into the fresh one. “Okay, I’m ready.” He turns back around and shakes his head. “Not yet.”

Stepping closer, he pulls the sleeve of his thick jacket over his hand, reaching out carefully to wipe the drying blood off your upper chest. It is still fresh enough that no water is necessary, yet he swipes his tongue over his thumb and rubs your collarbones with it, his eyes focused.

From now on, he wants this white lace completely preserved, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. “What’s your name?” he asks you, and you make eye contact with him again, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Y/N,” you answer softly, and he lets the brand roll off his tongue.

He isn’t sure how something can sound so right.

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #snowpiercer #lwbr

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years

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Ghost from the past VII [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 300 K +

Warnings : language, angsty angst

Summary : Reader and Roger are in love and happy. Until Ally, first love and ex-girlfriend of Roger come back after years of silence, bringing chaos in their perfect life.

Note : hahaha beginning of the end...or not ? Still not sure, together or not together ? Don’t know yet but the finish line of this story is really close ! I still adore reading your fantastic messages and comments, so please don’t stop, you’re the best lovies xx (please don’t hate me for this chapter haha ily guys)

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The two following weeks were tense. And sad. Seth still refusing to see his father and Roger was completely devastated. Both of you didn’t understand why suddenly the little boy was so angry about the situation, he did complain in the past but never at the point of ignoring his dad. It was five years old, after all, you couldn’t always understand how their little brains works. The drummer was an empty shell, trying his best to gain back the attention of his son but, sadly, he was as stubborn as his father.

“Baby, I made breakfast. You want some?” You asked sweetly as he entered the kitchen, an empty cup of tea in his hand.

“I’m alright, thank you darling” He sounded off all the time, like he wasn’t really here. You knew his mind was thinking about a solution to see Seth, Ally was refusing him any visit, claiming that the little boy didn’t want to see him. It was true, Brian paid them a visit to be sure she wasn’t making things worse but Seth was still angry toward his father. He was only five years old but he already understood that Roger was the reason of his mum’ sadness. “Oh and I cancel our trip to Vegas...I’m not in the mood to partying, I hope your understand my love” The blond gave you an apologetic smile, kissing lightly your hairs.

Before you could replied he was already gone. Probably to Ally’s place, desperate to talk to is little boy. You felt exhausted, the situation was awful and, a part of it was your fault, not directly but still. Your presence was complicating things for Roger and Ally, the thought of leaving was more and more present in your mind, heavier at every tears on the drummer’s face.

It wasn’t only Seth, even if he was a big part of this painful idea but it several little things that made you think it was maybe for the best. The fact that Ally would never stop trying to have Roger back ; Also that Freddie, bandmate and best friend of the blond was definitely on her side ; Roger’s pain to miss the daily life of his son ; His past with Ally, always in the back of your mind ; The number of people who thought their were together whenever there are with Seth ; The gossip magazines which were dragging you in the mud, calling you awful name for breaking a family ;

There were so many warnings, you avoided them all but after six months of this situation, you were tired. Maybe it was really time for you to go after all. You picked the phone and called the man who, you know, would be totally honest with you about this thought of leaving.

“Hey Fred, it’s (Y/N)...do you think we could talk face to face someday ?”

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Freddie organised a dinner at his place two days later and invited everyone, giving a chance to Roger to see his son and maybe fix the problem. You didn’t say anything to the drummer for now, you weren’t sure of what you will do, he didn’t notice your sadness, drowning in his own. You supported him the best you could and he told you how grateful he was for that but you couldn’t stand him so sorrowful, it wasn’t a healthy situation. Seth barely spoke two words to his dad, adding weight in your decision to take a break with the drummer, maybe not a total break up but some time to think about what was the best for the future.

At the end of the dinner as everyone was saying goodbye, Freddie asked to talk to you.

"I don’t think it’s a good idea Fred" Roger immediately stepped in front of you, in a protective gesture. "You said enough last time” You stayed quiet, half hide by the drummer’s frame, relived that he took your defence but also guilty to talk about leaving him behind his back.

Freddie sighed awkwardly and scratched his neck.

"Listen, I just want to apologise to your lady. Can I spoke to her or you’re gonna bit me if I come too close ?"

Roger raised an eyebrow, the singer wasn’t the type to apologise so he was rather surprised. The blond looked at you interrogatively and you squeezed his arm, a reassuring smile on your face.

"I will wait for you in the living-room” He pressed a kiss on your forehead and threw a last warning glare to Fred before waving a last goodbye to the others who were leaving.

Freddie and you walked in his giant but beautiful garden and he sat on one of the bench, gesturing you to do the same, Paul stood behind him, his hand on his shoulder. The singer turned and asked him to leave which he did, reluctantly.

"First of all, (Y/N), I’m really sorry for my behaviour since Ally came back, I had been completely awful to you and I dearly regretted it" You nodded slowly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I think I own you an explanation for my mean words to you with Ally around"

“I think I already know the answer Fred. You want them back together” You murmured with sadness, it was never pleasant to feel not wanted. “I got it, she was...is your best friend and she still in love with Roger, I know that”

"It’s not against you, I swear” Freddie put his hand on top of yours. “I can’t...I can’t picture Roger with someone else than Ally. I did it when she left and you arrived but...but now she is back with Seth, I just think it’s gonna happen anyway”

"I think you’re right. I feel like I don’t belong in this group since she is back, or with Roger. I feel like I’m just in their way, ya know ?" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat but nodded sadly. “I think I should take a break with Roger. Maybe giving him the opportunity to see if he could...go back with Ally and Seth. I owned him that after all he did for me, I just want him to be happy. What do you think Fred ?” You asked with a weak voice, you were terrified of his answer.

Freddie moved his hand away and rubbed his eyes before lighting a cigarette.

"I think it’s the right thing to do”

He could have punched you right in the stomach it wouldn’t have hurt as much as his words just did.

"Ye–yeah ?" You blinked furiously as you felt your eyes watering.

"You asked me to be totally honest, I’m being honest” He took a quick puff, shaking his head. "I’m putting my friendship with Ally completely aside alright ? I speak as Roger’s friend and yours, even if I didn’t act like a friend these past months. But for your sake and them...a break could help all of you to see in this mess”

Your bit your trembling lower lips to prevent any tears to spill as your stomach was twisted painfully.

"I love him so much Freddie" You replied with a shaky voice. "But I feel like I’m not enough anymore" He stayed silent, his eyes filled with guilt, he was causing you pain and it hurt him too.

"I know you do, you wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for him. Talk to me (Y/N), it’s not my decision, it’s your, I can only you give you my feeling about it” You chocked a pathetic sob as he replied to you, sadness covering his face.

"I...I’m just exhausted to feel like I have to fight for him, for our future, all the time" You replied, your voice cracking under the mix of emotion rolling through your system. “It’s not his fault, I know he love me but there so many things which went wrong since Ally came back, I don’t know if I can handle all of this during years, Fred”

"Darling, you situation is...fucking shitty. I can’t imagine how hard it had been for you, I should had talk to you rather than be a little bitch” A noise between a sob and a laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head, sharing a glance with Freddie, both of you smiling sadly. “Roger love you, I know he does, it’s obvious. This is so unfair, I...I love you okay ? I’m not trying to be mean but he could...eventually live without you, he couldn’t do that with Seth, it’s his son, he is his priority. And I do think that...even if he said he don’t love Ally anymore, they could go back together for Seth and be a happy family”

He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t insensitive to your state but he was sure to do the right thing.

You couldn’t contain your watering eyes anymore, streams of salty tears soaking your burning cheeks. After Ally, now there was Freddie who was also convinced that Roger will go back to her eventually. You felt completely helpless, seeing your future with the man who, you were sure, was the love of your life slipping through your fingers.

"That what I thought too” You whispered weakly, your gaze staring intensely at your engagement ring like it would disappear at any moment.

"Maybe we’re wrong but for both of you, giving him the chance to see how life would be with Ally and Seth could be a good thing. And I know you can’t build a life with all the doubts you have, it’s not fair for you either”

“You’re right. I will...I will speak to Roger. Explain the situation and then...we will see” You slowly stood up and wiped away your tears and drooling nose. “Thank you for your honesty. I knew John and Brian would just say to stay with him no matter what”

“If he decide to stay with you (Y/N), I will be happy for the both of you, you know ? I regretted my horrible comportment toward you, I don’t know why I acted like this. I think I wanted to scare you away for Ally but it was really stupid, I’m sorry again darling” He opened his arms timidly and you gave him a thigh hug, every inches of your body felt like a tone of brick at the sadness of what became your life.

“It’s alright Fred, we all do mistakes. I’m not rancorous” You smiled through your tears and sighed deeply, just the though of saying Roger in few minutes made you sick.

“And (Y/N)” You turned around and Freddie had a serious face, unusual from him. “You don’t have to be ashamed about how you feel about the situation, most of people would have ran away with all the shit which happened to you. You’re not weak to ask for a break, you’re just human. I know I couldn’t handle a situation like yours, I think you very brave”

A wave of warmth spread around your chest at his words and you smiled softly before leaving without another word. You would tell Roger that you and Freddie had teary apologies, reason for your rather destroyed and broken appearance. It wasn’t even a lie but only half of the truth.

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After you made the decision to take a break with Roger, you decided to tell him at the end of the week. You already had everything plan, you would left during the three months of summer, going in somewhere you always wanted to visit. This absence would give all the time for Roger and Ally to reconnect...or not. And you also deeply needed this time alone. These past months had been so hard and intense for you, it was vital to take some rest away from this chaos that became your life. The fears, the cries, the pain...you wanted to forget all of this and saw how you would experience this break from London and the craziness.

You spent this week literally glued to your fiancé, well the most you can. Every kisses, every caresses, every intimate touches were feeling like they were the last one and maybe it would be.

It was friday night and you were leaving tomorrow, you needed to tell him. Tonight.

“Someone is being very greedy these past days” Roger murmured as you forced him to take his tee-shirt off as soon as he put a step inside your flat, kissing every inch you could reach of him.

“Roger, I need you” He fell on the sofa and grabbed your hips, putting you on his lap as he gently sucked onto your neck a love bite. “Please, baby, want you now” You whined as you fought with his belt, your fingers shaking as you tried to put aside what you were supposed to tell him.

“Alright, needy girl, why are you in a such hurry ? I’m not going anywhere” The drummer captured your lips for a deep and hot kiss, hands flying to your bottom, squeezing it playfully. “Are you going somewhere or what ?” He joked as your hands explored his bare torso, trying to remember how beautiful he looked.

You stopped every movements at his words, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlight.

“What ?” He asked when you didn’t replied to his kiss. “What’s wrong ?” You moved away from his thighs and sat next to him, feeling already overwhelmed with the conversation that would follow.

“Roger, I need to tell you something” The blond frowned at your serious tone and put a hand on your knee, rubbing it gently. “I...I thought about it a lot and I– I think we...we should take a break” You bit harshly your lower lip to calm down your nerves as the drummer looked at you like you were crazy.

“W–what ? What are you talking about ? It’s...it is because I pushed back the wedding ? We can get married tomorrow if you want, I–“ The sadness and panic on his face crushed your heart but you were sure it was the good thing to do.

“It’s not because of our wedding Roger, I just think...I feel like I’m in the way between you and Ally and it’s exhausting. Always wondering if you’re really done with her or not” You murmured before sniffled silently, you couldn’t look at him.

“Baby, I already told you a million time that I love you, fucking hell ! I don’t give a shit about Ally, we’re done !” He grabbed your hands, pressing them with fear. “You can’t just decided to both of us to take a break (Y/N), I won’t let you go, do you hear me ?” His voice was trembling but his eyes were filled with determination.

“Roger listen, I’m not breaking up with you okay ? I...I need time to think about all of it…I need to think if I can bear with a life like the past six months” His big baby blue eyes were shinning with tears as he slowly understood what you meant. “I love you, more than anyone but I can’t marry you if I’m not sure if we have a future or not. Seth don’t speak to you anymore and I feel like it’s my fault, because you’re with me and not with his mum. And maybe if I wasn’t here, you would be with her instead, being a happy family”

You rubbed your eyes, chasing the tears away because if you started crying now you wouldn’t finish this conversation.

“I...I don’t know what you want from me (Y/N), how can I convince you that I will never go back with Ally ?” You glanced at his thumb, as usual it was caressing your beautiful ring. The gesture made your heart sank. “Tell me”

“I’m leaving tomorrow for all summer, I have a flight in the morning” He gasped loudly, the feeling of treason covering his face, guilt was all over yours. “I want you to spend your time with your son and Ally, see if there still something between you two. I don’t want you to marry and then one day you regretted it because you still have feelings for her” You wiped away a tear from Roger’s cheek, it was even harder that you though. “I’m not saying we are over, okay ? I think it’s the best if both of us take some time apart, deciding what we want to do with the situation. I would be sad if you choose to go back with Ally but I won’t be mad, I want to give us a chance to be completely sure”

“I don’t need time away from you (Y/N), I know I want you, please don’t do that” He murmured with a broken voice and couldn’t contain the tears to roll on your face.

“You’re saying that because we’re always together, maybe deep inside you, feelings for Ally are still there and I don’t…I can’t continue to live with this fear, I’m so afraid that in the end, you would go with Ally and Seth and I will be all alone...” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you let your head fell on his chest, soaking his bare chest. “I need a break from all this pain Roger”

“I didn’t know you were feeling like that baby, I’m sorry” He croaked, his own body shaking with silent cries. “Do whatever you need to feel better, okay ? If...if you want me to give another try with Ally to be sure of my feelings, I will do it for you”

“Promise you will to do it for real ? Not just pretend. Use this time with Ally and Seth, as a family and if something with Ally happen, at least I would have my answer” You murmured with a weak voice as he nodded slowly, wiping his red nose. “I want you to forget about me during these three months and only focused on what make you the happier. No phone calls, just pretend I don’t exist”

He closed his eyes momently like if your words were painfully hitting him.

“If it what’s you want (Y/N)” He picked up his clothes and slowly stood up, sliding his tee-shirt over his head. “I’m sorry for these past months, how hard it had been for you but I hope our love would be enough to make you come back home” He cupped your wet and burning cheeks, pressing a painfully sad kiss on your lips, tasting salty tears and goodbye. “I love you”

“I love you too Roger” You replied in a whisper, he grabbed his keys and jacket before disappearing behind the door, the silent of the flat echoing through your ears.

You wiped your face with your top and took a deep sigh, even if you felt crushing with sadness and guilt to have caused pain to the drummer, your heart felt a bit lighter. Relieve flooding through your veins, you did it, it was hard and maybe you will regret it if Roger stayed with Ally but at least all your doubts will be gone. Whatever he or you chose to do, it would be for the best.

You made your way to your room and started packing clothes in the big backpack you bought for the occasion. You had decide to not stay in the same place but rather travelled between New Zealand and New Caledonia, two countries you wanted to deeply visit since forever, it was your chance. You will use your saving money and stayed in cheap hotels, improvising when it would be needed. The most important was that you will clear your mind and really think about what you wanted for your future.

With or Without Roger.

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