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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

Stolas sat in the family limo, enjoying the smooth rumble of limos engine as he travelled home. Along the way, he felt... at peace.

As though, all the problems that plagued his mind before, had... evaporated.

Stolas ran a hand down his chest, his thighs grinding together as he thought about his time with you.

You were so gentle. So tender and elegant with him. As though he were some delicate piece of art.

But he knew the truth...

You handled him so delicately, because you wanted him to feel loved.

...Because you loved him.

The thought sending a whole new wave of warmth threw him.

So focused on the events that just transpired was he, he didn't even notice his arrival home.

He walked through the building blissfully unawares of all around him, almost in a drunken state.

Entering his chambers he found the bed made and empty.

Of course it was, Stella hadn't shared there bed since Blitzø fell into Stella's brunch.

He'd once found it all so charming. Blitzø's brash, rough and tumble attitude had once made him swoon.

But now when he thought about being with Blitzø, he just felt like an idiot for having thought there relationship was anything beyond a business transaction.

But now he had you. And you were all he needed now.

He fell onto his bed, not bothering with the covers. Content to just lay there and bask in the light you brought to his life.

But those tears he shed had took a toll on him, and as much as he wished to bask in this warmth he could feel sleep taking him and with one more happy thought of you, he allowed sleep take him.

He awoke early the morning, and despite being bathed in the light of Hell's crimson sun.

He felt cold.

As though all the warmth youd given him yesterday had simply vanished.

He sat up, sluggishily removing the covers went about preparing for his day of... nothing.

Stella hadn't allowed him anywhere near his usual meeting or appointments, not since- well you know what happened.

Perhaps he'd try and talk to his beloved Octavia. If she was feeling hospitable.

Hmmm. Perhaps not. He should probably just give her some space.

Besides he realised an even more important thing he could do with his morning.

Learning everything he could about You.

Turning over, he found his phone. Looking through his contacts.

He found your name, going into your contact he considered messaging you, but decided against it. He didn't want to bother you so early in the morning.

Instead he pulled up Voxtigram, his main form of communication, before typing in your name.

But he couldn't find you.

So he checked Blitzø's friend list, he eventually found you, it turns out you just had your name backwards, something that made him chuckle.

Seeing pictures of Blitzø sent pangs of sadness through his chest, but he soldiered on.

Scrolling through your pictures, he didn't find much.

Alot of them were just pictures of the places you'd been, or one of the weapons you used on the job.

He eventually did find some of you.

The first he found was you and the two other Imps that worked there, Millie and Moxxie he was pretty sure were there names.

The next was you on your first day at work.

It was a selfie of you in a group hug with Blitzø and the others.

You were all clearly being forced by Blitzø.

The awkward little smile you wore sent a wave of warmth through him.

Scrolling further down, he found more pictures of you. Most of them were just you relaxing at a variety of places, or after after getting a new outfit. Just general stuff about your life in hell.

Then he found one that made his heart skip a beat.

It was a picture of you. Wearing just a pair of shorts at the gym.

You were pulling a little pose, flexing your muscles in front of a mirror, a shy little blush across your cheeks.

Stolas' swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry.

He rubbed his thighs together as he fantasised about licking the sweat off your abs.

With a shake to his head, he decided now was a good time to get out of bed.

Leaving his phone as he went and took a nice long shower.

A nice long, cold shower.

Getting out, he chose a more casual outfit.

An old T-shirt and some jeans he reserved for comfy home clothes. He didn't have anywhere to be.

He made his way to the kitchen, where he found Octavia sitting at the table.

The more calculating part of his brain told him to just leave her alone, but he decided against it. He shouldn't hide from his daughter, she needed to know he was still there for her 'Hello darling, how did you sleep.' He asked pleasantly.

Octavia looked up at him, her eyes looking cold and annoyed. So, not all to different from her usual teenage gaze.

'I slept fine dad.' She sai, her voice dull and lifless, before looking back down at her phone.

Stolas swelled with joy.

His daughter was speaking to him again. Everything seemed seemed to be getting better for him.

Pouring himself a bowl of serial, he took a rather lecherous lstroll down memory lane, Thinking about his time with you.

He didn't know how long he'd been thinking about you, but he was quickly pulled out of it when he felt something hit him on the back.

The clanging of cutlery that followed soon after gave him a good idea of what it was.

Turning around he found a rather angry teenage owl glaring at him.

Before he could ask what was wrong. The owlet released a frustrated growl. 'Can you just not?' She asked rhetorically.

Running down her face she told him 'I have do deal with you and Mums B.S. all the time, can you just not fantasise about your fuckin Blitzy~ in front of me.'

She fell back into her seat with a huff.

Stolas was a little shocked. He hadn't thought his beloved daughter could be so course.

'I-I... I didn't realise I was being so bothersome.' He said, sounding perhaps a bit to wounded.

Octavia sighed, 'Can you just not in the kitchen. Where we eat, please?' She asked, going back to her breakfast.

Stolas sighed, picking up his now soggy bowl of serial. 'How long had I been in that state?' He asked himself.

'Five minutes' answered Octavia not looking up from her phone.

'Oh' he said to himself, taking the bowl he poured it into the trash. 'Well that's disgusting.'

He chuckled to himself. Looking over his shoulder he said 'Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear you won't be hearing much about Blitzø... ever again.' He told her being perhaps a little vitriolic.

Getting a cup from the cupboard, he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Walking over to Octavia he went to take a seat, but stopped upon seeing her distrustful gaze.

Taking a seat he sighed. 'Octavia, darling... I know these past few weeks haven't been easy on you. And I know much of that-" He had to stop as Octavia glared daggers at him. "...All of it, was my fault. But I promise, things will get better... for both of us.' He took her hand into his own. 'I promise.'

Octavia looked up at him, she looked so startled by his words.

It seemed like she was gonna say something, dew drops forming in the corners of her eyes.

He was about to say something when Octavia shot up and ran away.

Stolas sat there. For a long while. His conversation running over in his mind.

Taking a drink from his coffee he stood up, put his cup in the sink and left.

He found himself in his garden, perhaps the last place he still felt at home on the palace grounds.

Trying to calm himself down went about his usual grooming routine.

Trimming bushes, feeding his plants, pulling weeds and just general plant care.

And as much as his plants soothed his nerves,, he could feel his mood shifting.

The depression beganing to invade his thoughts.

He felt himself become that miserable husk that got shoved out of Blitzøs office.

He clutched his head, hunching over on the brink of tears. His thoughts became like daggers, stabbing into his thoughts.

But before he could shed a tear, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Pulling it out, he found it was a call from you.

In something of a surprised stupor, he answered the call. He tried to clear the emotion from his voice before saying 'Hello?'

'Stolas? Are you okay? You sound upset.' You asked him, concern in your voice.

'(Y/N)?! I... I'm...' he was going to tell you some fluff story, pretending he was fine and probably throwing a few lewd innuendos I'm there.

But, he choked... He just couldn't.

'No... No I'm not okay.' He told you, on the brink of tears. 'I feel like everything is broken and it's all my fault.'

You took a moment to respond, clearing your throat you said. 'Stolas... why did you sleep with Blitzø?'

Stolas was taken aback, 'P-Pardon?'

You sighed, 'Did you want to hurt your family when you chose to sleep with Blitzø?'

Bringing up it was he who made of decision to sleep with Blitzø, made his self loathing grow like a fire.

'N-No!' He told you 'I would never want to hurt my family...'

'Its alright Stolas, I know you wouldn't want to hurt them... But you slept with him for a reason Stolas, you need to know what it is.'

Stolas wasn't sure how to answer, he didn't really know the answer. He could lie, tell you it was just a spur of the moment decision, but that just wasn't true.

'I-I don't know.' He stated, more then said. 'I don't know why I did it... I just... don't know.'

He sat there for several moments, his mind going into overdrive as he thought over the question.

'Its alright Stolas, I believe you. But you need to figure it out, this is something that will haunt you until you figure it out." You told him, trying your best to be serious.

Stolas wiped his eyes, before asking you, 'why did you call (Y/n)? I... don't remember giving you my number!' He mumbled out, rubbing his eye.

You coughed, clearing your throat, 'Don't worry about that. I actually called you because, well I mean, I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to do something tomorrow?' You asked him, voice thick with bashfulness.

Stolas was really taken aback, 'You... You want to do something... With me?' He asked incredulously.

You chuckled on the other end of the phone. 'If I were there right now, Stolas, I'd probably boop you right on a nose.' You tell him through a smile.

'I'd love to do something!' Stolas practically cheered. You chuckled, before telling him 'Great, Ive already got an idea, but if youd like to do-'

Before you could finish your note, Stolas shouted, 'I'd love Too!'

Stolas quickly calmed down, before clearing his throat, 'Sorry... I mean, I'd love to do whatever you had in mind.' He said, cringing at how desperate he'd sounded.

'Good to hear' You chuckled, 'Well, there's this great wine place I know that makes the best little pizzas, and I, uh, wanted to share it with you.'

Your words sent a wave of ecstasy through his body. You not only wanted to spend time with him but actively sought him out to spend time with him.

You were everything he wished Blitzø was.

And he loved it.

He didn't need Blitzø.

He had you now.

'Of course (Y/N), It would be my pleasure to spend some time with you.' He told you, biting his lip.

He felt like a school girl with her first crush, a youthful giddiness clouded his mind.

'Oh? Well I've got tomorrow off, does that work for you? We can do it another day if your busy.' You told him, concern clear in your voice.

It was Stolas' turn to laugh at the tone in your voice.

'I don't have anything on tomorrow, so I'd love to accompany you to yor wine and pizza place. Nothing would make me happier.' He told you earnestly.

He could hear the smile in your voice, as you told him. 'Well, I'm happy to hear that. I'll send you the address later today, call me if you need any directions... I'll see you then, Stolas.'

'I...' Stolas wanted to tell you how much he loved you, just how much joy you brought him with one simple phone call.

He wanted to tell you, but didn't have the words.

As he tried to manifest the words he needed, he heard say through the phone.

'Its alright Stolas. I look forward to seeing you too.'

You told him simply, Stolas just sighed. How you always knew what he was trying to say.

'I'll see you tomorrow, My Beloved.' he told you before you hung up.

Hearing the tell tale dial tone, looking down at the phone, your image in the caller I.D. bringing a smile to his face.

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petri808 · 3 years

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Inukag Royalty Au *in honor of Tanabata coming up, it was worked into the chapter 😊

“Oh, look Rin, there’s a traveling marionette show today. Do you want to watch?” She and Kagome had been wandering around the marketplace when they stumbled onto it.

“Yeah!” The child squealed in delight. “I’ve seen them before and they’re really good!”

“I think we got here just in time,” Kagome scanned for a seat. “There,” she pointed, “let’s sit down before it starts.”

It was quite amazing to see this group of traveling entertainers. Such troops would pass through her own kingdom, but Kagome was rarely allowed to leave the castle to watch them. From what she could see on their signs, they put on different shows for adults with a variety of acts, and puppet shows for the children, staying for a few days before moving onto the next town. The story they were about to perform was a classic tale of the star-crossed lovers Orihime and Hikoboshi. It was cute, albeit a bittersweet tale of eternal longing. Just as the show was getting ready to start, Kagome felt a body sit down beside her. She glanced over with her peripheral to make sure they weren’t a problem and noticed a familiar set of claws on the persons hands.

“Prince?” Kagome whispered not wanting to draw attention. “What are you doing here?”

“Miroku and I saw you two,” Inuyasha whispered back.

Kagome leaned forward a tiny bit and noticed Miroku on the other side of Inuyasha who nodded in recognition. “I see…”

“We we’re bored,” Inuyasha threw in, “so decided to join you.”

The comment made Kagome chuckle, which then caught Rin’s attention, who looked over and saw the men. The child’s eyes lit up at seeing her uncle and in her excitement, she got off her seat and quickly plopped herself onto Inuyasha’s lap.

“Guess I’m just a chair now,” he chuckled too. "Behave and watch the show or I’ll kick you off my lap.”

“I’m always a good girl,” the child retorted with a grin before turning back to the stage.

And she was. Rin sat enthralled by the whole production. They really were as good as she’d portrayed to Kagome. From the quality of the marionettes to the actor’s voice work, they truly pulled you into the story. But for the adults, it brought on a different wave of emotions, at least it did for Kagome. While the story was beautiful, she could identify with Princess Orihime’s longing for the one she’d fallen in love with despite her father’s rules… and to be torn apart because of it… At least, the Princess in the tale got to see her love once a year. Kagome won’t be able to do the same. She didn’t notice the small frown growing on Inuyasha’s face, because she avoided looking in his direction. He was her Hikoboshi, but she didn’t want him to notice the moisture clouding her eyes or realize how much the story was having an effect on her.

Once the final act was complete, the puppeteers came out from behind the curtain to bow to the audience’s wild applause. It was a great success for most including Rin who was clapping and bouncing on her uncle’s lap with excitement. Kagome was happy the child enjoyed the performance even though it took a toll on her.

“I love this story…” both Kagome and Inuyasha mumble at the same time, causing them to stiffen and turn to face the other.

“You do?” Inuyasha questioned.

“It’s sweet,” Kagome responded with heat coloring her cheeks. “Even though I feel bad for them.”

“Me too.” Inuyasha mumbled. “It’s not fair.”

Her eyes slightly widen, fully understanding what he was feeling in that moment. But as much as she would have loved to say more, Kagome knew she couldn’t, not in public like this.

“What’s not fair?”

Leave it to Rin to bring them back to the present.

“Oh, um,” Kagome quickly gave her attention to the little girl. “What uncle Inu means is it’s sad that Orihime and Hikoboshi only get to see each other once a year.”

After a brief pause, the child’s eyes widened. “Ohhhh,” Rin acknowledged her understanding. “Yeah, that’s not very fair. But at least they found someone.” She turned around and looked up. “Isn’t that a good thing uncle Inu?”

Again, the innocence of a child worked wonders for lightening the mood.

“Yes,” Inuyasha smiled down at his niece. “It is a good thing.” But his eyes drifted towards Kagome as he continued. “I’m sure Hikoboshi appreciates all the time he gets to spend with his Orihime.”

For several seconds the pair hold a gaze with one another. No words needed to communicate a sense of longing despair. Kagome may have been painfully aware of Inuyasha’s insinuation, but so was Miroku. The princes guard cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. “Inuyasha, we should get back to our patrols.” He spoke matter of fact.

“Right,” the hanyo grumped. Miroku constantly warned him about letting his true feelings slip, and even though he knew his friend was just looking out for him, Inuyasha didn’t need to like it. He sighed. “Okay Rin, time to get off. Uncles gotta go back to work.”

“Okay!” Rin jumped off his lap and stood next to Kagome who’d also risen to her feet. “We should finish our shopping and get back to the castle too,” she took hold of the child’s hand. “Say goodbye to your uncle Rin.”

“Bye uncle Inu!” She waved as the pair made their way back into the throng of market goers.

For the rest of the day, Kagome pushed aside the incident in the marketplace. Why think about it when it would only make her sadder at her circumstances, especially since for Rin it had been a fun experience hanging out with her uncle. She didn’t want the child to see that side of life for as long as possible. Even at dinner, Inuyasha was quieter than usual, but Kagome didn’t want to assume anything, so she went about her routines like normal pretending everything was fine. Sometimes it was easier to ignore reality. That is until Rin was already tucked into bed and Kagome headed towards the library to get some reading done. If there was one thing that could take her mind off most things it entailed drowning her thoughts in an academic book.

Most of the time.

Of all the stories that troop could have chosen for a children's play, why a sad love story? Why not a fanciful fairytale like a prince saving a princess from an evil villain or an adventurer searching for treasure and fame? But it wouldn’t be fair to pin all her woes on the performers. The Tanabata story was a popular one after all. Kagome sighed as she shifted in her seat to pull her legs up and under her body. The book she'd chosen was about medicinal herbs because she was curious about useful treatments. She'd hoped the interest would be enough to pull her away from thinking about the play, but it wasn't working. Maybe she just needed to give herself more time to process everything. 'Or maybe you need to do the opposite and stop thinking about anything!' Kagome chided herself. She really did need to stop letting her emotions control her. 'You're supposed to be hiding out here, remember?!'

It was the sound of approaching footsteps that caused Kagome to stop reading and look up from her book. Was it a guard? Nope, just Inuyasha.

“Oh, good, you’re here,” Inuyasha dropped onto the couch next to her. “I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

“Inuyasha? What’s wrong?” She put the book down when she saw the anger brimming in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

The prince let out an annoyed sigh. “I just had a huge fight with my dad.”

“A fight? Over what?”

“You.”

“Me?!” Her eyes widened. “Did I do something wrong?!”

“No, no, not you,” he grabbed her hands. “It’s all me. I… I-I told him— I told him that I refuse to honor the agreement to marry someone else. He wouldn’t even tell me who she is, so how would I ever be okay with it? I just can’t! Not when I’m already in love…”

Kagome swallowed back hard. “You are?”

His grip tightened, gaze turned serious and focused. “I told him I was in love with you. Kagome I can’t deny that anymore no matter how much I tried.”

“But you know we can’t—”

“I know, I know, it’s crazy, but after that story…” Inuyasha let go of her hands for a moment to gesticulate. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about it! I told him I’d rather stay single for the rest of my life if it meant still being around you… even if that’s all I get to have. I just want to stay in your life in any way I can.”

Kagome didn’t know what to say. With all her heart she wished it could work, but knowing she too was living a lie that she couldn’t reveal coupled with such a major potential for scandal… her voice lowered in hesitation. “Inu this is crazy…”

“Do you love me?” Is all Inuyasha blurted out.

“Yes—” she spoke from the heart, “but—”

Inuyasha took her hands again and brought them to his chest. “Then that’s enough for me.”

Despite his efforts to reassure her, Kagome couldn't be happy about this declaration of love. She'd heard some of the whispers starting around the castle about their forbidden relationship. What if someone started to talk? What if someone started to question her true origins? All it would take is someone mentioning to the wrong person the woman in the castle who'd stolen the prince’s attention. And what about the royal family? How will they treat her now? Will they see her as a jezebel? A woman who’d infiltrated their life to cause problems?? Kagome shook her head. “But there must be consequences!” She knew all too well as a hypocrite, the rippling damages that could occur from breaking such trusts. “You don’t just break an agreement like that without consequences.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I give you, my word. As for me, I can handle my dad. He was angry but believes he can make it work, probably honor the rest of the deal just minus the marriage part.”

“Which was?”

“In exchange for the marriage, we guaranteed to protect that kingdom. They’re smaller than us, so they really have no choice but to take the amended deal because it at least assures them of safety.”

Kagome was so torn in that moment about what to do. She couldn't tell him the truth yet, not because she didn't trust him, but because she didn't want to burden him with it. If anyone were to find out who she really was, they might notify her parents and her life at the palace would truly be over with. It was selfish, but could anyone blame her? This was the first time in her life she's experienced freedom and happiness. Ugh, why’d she have to fall in love with Inuyasha? Why’d Inuyasha have to fall in love with her? Is fate always so cruel? First the idea of an arranged marriage, but now to be stuck in a forbidden one. Was she cursed? Were they both cursed?

“Y-You’re sure your father won’t hold this against me? Because I-It wasn’t planned. I never intended for any of this to happen.” The tears had begun to fall down Kagome’s cheeks at the enormous weight levied onto her shoulders.

“Neither had I,” Inuyasha wiped at the tears and cradled her cheek. “Neither of us could have controlled what our hearts desired.”

“But I’m scared Inu…”

“I swear on my life nothing will happen to you and if it comes to it, we’ll run away, far away and hide just me and you.” He leaned their foreheads together. “I don’t care about my title. I just want to be with you.”

“I wanna be with you too,” Kagome breathed out.

“Then have faith in our destiny.” Inuyasha tilted Kagome’s face up and swept his lips over hers, earning a shivering sigh. He then centered and placed pressure into a deeper kiss.

Kagome melted into the kiss as her fingers moved up and gripped to his shirt. Let her fears be damned in that moment, for if this earned her banishment in the end, just tasting his lips this once… she could die happy knowing she’d felt love. It was more than she ever thought she’d achieve in this gilded life.

“I’ll try,” she whispered an honest answer. “In you… I’ll believe…”

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 34

Word Count: 2,244

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language ?

Notes: Sorry it’s been a while that I’ve actually updated this. So thank you guys for being patient. I just love this little family that they’ve created and it was fun writing it again. Hopefully it won’t be as long as a wait for another update. Hugs!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

Jackie and the girls showed up two days before Tyler had to leave for his road trip, and between the four of them, someone was always holding Jace. Thankfully, you always had designated time, as you were Jace’s source of food. Though you did start pumping so that Tyler would be able to feed him every now and then.

You really weren’t surprised that Tyler had to beg Jackie to go to his game on the last night he was home. She seemed to want to soak up anytime she would get with her grandson. She’d even tried to say that you probably needed help and that she shouldn’t be away for that long. It was really adorable, but in the end, her son’s puppy dog eyes won out. By the time they got home, Jace was fast asleep. Jackie and the girls headed off to bed, while Tyler insisted he get some time with his son.

“Babe, I’m going to be gone for a week. He’s not even going to remember me.” Tyler whined as he laid in bed holding his son.

“He’ll remember you. Besides, we’ll facetime two or three times a day for you to see him.”

“But I’m going to miss his first doctor’s appointment, and what if he does something cute, like roll over or crawl.”

“Ty, he’s not even a week old yet. He won’t be doing either of those things for a while yet, and I will call you the minute we leave the doctor’s office and tell you what she says.”

He kissed Jace’s little head, before saying, “It’s not the same babe. I just….” He blew out a breath. “I’m just going to miss him…and you so much.”

Reaching over, you gathered your boys in your arms as best you could. “I know you will Ty, and we’re going to miss you as well. But when you come home, you’ll be here for like ten days straight. This is the longest road trip you have left this season. Once you make it through this it’ll all be downhill from there.”

“I know you’re right. I just wish I could take you both with me.”

You smiled, for you would love to go with him as well. “Jace, can’t even fly yet babe, or we’d go with you.”

“Hopefully, he’ll be allowed once playoffs roll around.”

“I actually talked to the doctor about that already, before Jace was born. She felt as long as Jace was healthy there would be no problem for him to fly. She only advised washing my hands and Jace’s things frequently when we do fly.”

“Well, I’ll get a private plane, so he doesn’t have to be around a bunch of people.” Tyler’s voice sounded excited at the prospect of you and Jace flying out to be with him.

“Slow down a little, Ty. We still have a ways to go.”

“I know babe. I just want to be with him every second that I can.” You leaned over and kissed him then. You could sympathize with Tyler, there was no way you would want to be parted from your baby boy, especially right now.

“Speaking of that, I have a bottle in the fridge by the coffee bar, if you want to feed him tonight. It will just need heated, but if you want to get some sleep; I can feed him as well.” You were just trying to give him as much time with Jace as possible.

“No, I’ll feed him. I’d love to, though I do like watching you do it.” He said with a little wiggle to his brow, to which you just shook your head at him. He leaned in close and pecked your lips before saying, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed these getting bigger.” He pointedly looked at your breasts. “I know it’s way too soon, but you know I still find you sexy as hell babe, maybe even more so.”

You kissed him back, a little more passionately this time. “Thank you for saying that.”

“I mean it, babe. Like as soon as you get the all-clear, I want to start trying for a brother or sister for this one.”

“Woah, hold up there slugger. Let’s just enjoy this guy for a bit, first.”

“You’re right. I just love him so much (Y/N). I never thought I could feel this way.” Jace chose that moment to wake up, and start crying. “Aww bud, it’s ok. Daddy's got you.” Tyler bounced him up and down in his arms. It wasn’t long before Jace settled back down, though he still whimpered from time to time. “What’s wrong little guy? You hungry?”

“I’ll go warm up his bottle.” You were back in a few minutes, handing off Jace’s late-night snack to Tyler. Jace took his bottle like a champ, and it wasn’t long before you were settling him back down so you all could sleep. One feeding and two diaper changes later, Tyler was getting up and getting ready to head out to the airport. It was incredibly hard for him, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from crying as you saw tears form in Tyler’s eyes. “Facetime me when you get there.”

“I will babe.” He kissed you hard on the lips then, before backing away and kissing Jace. “Bye bud, Daddy will be home soon. Don’t forget me while I’m gone.” Jace started to cry. You knew he wasn’t hungry or needed changed and probably just sensed that something was wrong with Tyler. “I know bud, Daddy doesn’t want to go either.” A tear ran down Tyler’s cheek and you brushed it away with your free hand.

“Go Ty, or you’re going to be late. We love you.” A few more tears slipped out of both you and Tyler.

“I love you guys too.” He kissed both of you again, then slid in the car and pulled out the driveway. You watched him leave, tears freely flowing now, and Jace still crying. The moment you walked back inside Jackie was there to envelope you in a hug, where you just sobbed.

“I don’t know why I’m crying. He’s the one that had to leave Jace, not me.” You said a couple minutes later.

“Here let me take him for a moment.” You handed the baby over to her. “Sweetie, your emotions are still high after just having this little guy. It’s only natural that you’re going to be upset. Tyler will be fine, as soon as he gets back in his routine, and before you know it, he’ll be back home and driving you crazy.”

You sniffed loudly. “I know. Thank you for being here.”

She kissed your forehead and continued to rock Jace back and forth in her arms until he quieted. “Anytime sweetheart.” You were so thankful that Jackie stayed a couple extra days with you. She helped you get Jace to the doctor’s where he lost a little bit of weight, but the doctor wasn’t concerned since he was eating pretty regularly. She felt that he’d be gaining weight within the next week or so. She wanted to see Jace in three weeks, but you were to call if you need anything in the meantime.

A couple days later, Jackie and the girls headed home. You were sad to see them go but also enjoyed the time with just you and Jace. It seemed like she no sooner left than your phone was ringing. “Hey babe,” Tyler exclaimed as you answered the FaceTime. “How’s everything going today?”

“We’re good Ty, just got your mom and sisters off to the airport. How’s LA?”

“It sucks.” He literally had said that about Chicago and Vegas when you asked him as well. “I just want to be home with you and my lil man. Where is he by the way?”

Jace was up on the kitchen counter, in his mamaroo seat watching you make lunch. “He’s right here,” and you switched the phone over so Tyler could see his baby.

“Hey Jace, it’s daddy. What are you doing? Are you being a big boy watching mama?” Jace made little cooing noises at his dad. “Yeah, tell me a story. What are you and mama gonna do today?” There were a few more gurgles from the baby. “Oh yeah.” You listened to the two of them and it made your heart swell. It went on for a few more minutes before Tyler turned his attention back to you. “So, how are you feeling? Are you sure my mom should’ve left? She would’ve stayed if you needed her.”

“I know she would’ve, but she has a life too Ty. I’m feeling much better and moving much better. I’m sure Jace and I will be good for the next three days until you get home.” He frowned at you over the phone. “What?”

“I just wish I could come home now.”

“Just seventy-two hours and you will be babe.” The conversation went on for a while the two of you talking about nothing important just enjoying each other’s company. It was later on that night that you saw Tyler had posted the pic you’d taken of him and Jace in the hospital. It was the one where Jace was laying on his bare chest as they got skin to skin time. He had a simple caption on the bottom that read, ‘Missing my lil man and times like these.’ It made your heart melt because you knew how much Tyler missed both you and Jace. This was the first time either you or Tyler had posted Jace on social media. You had made an IG account for your son which was private and just for family and friends, and of course, you posted on there daily; but never on your public accounts. You quickly commented saying, ‘We miss you too Daddy. Can’t wait until your home.’ You topped it off with a bunch of heart emojis.

Hours later, after you watched the Stars win in overtime, and Tyler score; you were scrolling through your IG while you fed Jace and waited for Tyler to call when you saw all the comments.

Most were sweet, saying how adorable Jace was, but there were some that just made your skin crawl. Ones that said, ‘I knew she baby trapped him,’ ‘Sorry you’re stuck with that woman and a baby now,’ ‘I noticed how didn’t comment that you missed his mom, I wouldn’t either.’ They only got worse from there. You knew that they shouldn’t bother you, yet they did. As much as you tried to tell yourself, they were just fangirls; it still took an emotional toll on you.

You were just about to put the phone down when it rang, Tyler’s face popping up on the screen. “Hey babe, did you see the game? I scored one…wait what’s wrong? Is Jace ok?”

You took a deep breath before answering. “Jace is fine and yes we watched the game. Nice goal babe.”

“Baby, I don’t give a shit about that. What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing, Ty. I swear.”

“It’s not nothing if you’re practically crying.” All you wanted was for him to wrap you up in his arms at that moment.

“I just read some of the comments, and they got to me. I know I shouldn’t let them. I’m just still an emotional wreck.”

“What comments?”

“On the pic, you posted of you and Jace.”

“Hold on, I can’t look at them while we’re on FaceTime. I’ll call you right back.” It wasn’t more than five minutes later and the phone was ringing again. “I’m sorry angel. Please don’t let those people get to you. I shut the comments off, but I’ll take the picture down if you want. I should’ve asked you before I posted it.”

“No, it’s fine. If you want to post Jace, you should. He’s your son too.”

“I know, but still. You know those comments are shit right?” You nodded. “I love you more than anything baby.”

“I know, Ty.” You hesitated for a moment, as you’d been down this road before, but you still had to ask. “You don’t feel like I trapped you; do you?”

“What? Fuck no babe.” He ran his fingers threw his hair. “You didn’t even tell me you were pregnant at first, and I practically had to beg you to get you back.” He paused for a second then added. “Well, I did beg. You and Jace are my world baby, don’t let some idiot question that.”

He was right of course. “I love you, Ty.”

“I love you too (Y/N). I wish I could hold you right now, so you knew how much.”

“Me too,” you sighed out wistfully.

“I’ll be home soon baby. Now tell me what you and baby Jace did today?”

You proceeded to tell Tyler all about your day. Which seemed actually boring to you, but he wanted every little detail, by the end you’d forgotten about the whole IG incident. Over the next two days, you talked to Tyler at least ten times. So you were shocked when you saw a notification pop up on your phone. It was DM from someone you didn’t know. You opened it up and there was a picture of Tyler and some women you didn’t know. The message simply said, ‘thought you should know your baby daddy is cheating on you.’

#Nervous Regrets Series #nervous regrets #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction

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jamesbuchananxsteviegrant · 5 years

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Jaw Dropping, Blood Pouring | Steve x Bucky x Reader (Angst)

Category: Angst (Suggested) Age: 15+ Trigger Warnings: Gun violence Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Reader Gets Seriously Hurt On A Mission Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 1,733

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“Tony, you go East side with Bruce. Natasha, you go with Clint and Thor to check out the South side. Bucky and (Y/N) will go North and whoever is done first, go clear West. Got it?” Steve announces as the team group up, analyses the amount of aliens attacking the city.

The team all nod and head off in their respective directions.

“Right, guys-“ Steve begins to talk to his two partners only to see them already running off to fight. He can’t help but chuckle and shake his head, running off after them.

“Catch up, Stevie.” (Y/N) calls, jokingly, as he joins their fight.

The man manages to chuckle as he blocks attack after attack.

“Alright, sweetheart, don’t let your head get too big for your boots.”

The girl grins to herself as she continues to fight off the creatures. The truth is they have no idea what is attacking the city but they won’t stop until they’re gone.

Tony put together her whole get-up. Outfit is more-or-less similar to Natasha’s, but she’s on the guns. Tony found out about her online from some competitions she’d won year after year and had to trace her down. No-one knows to this day how she got her expertise gun skills, but they don’t question it. Tony set her up with some guns that essentially shoot out the same beams as his suit.

The trio together are practically unstoppable. Back when they first told the team that they were together, Tony demanded that they don’t go on missions together because they’ll distract one another, but Natasha argued for them.

“Are you kidding, Stark? (L/N), Barnes and Rogers on a mission would be an unstoppable force!”

They all remember it and it will forever make them laugh.

“STEVE!” Bucky yells, shooting the creature that was about to attack his boyfriend.

There’s no time for thank yous, Steve merely smiling in appreciation.

The thing that makes the trio unstoppable is that they refuse to let anything hurt the other. None of them would be able to handle any of them getting hurt. Their sole purpose is to protect one another. Which is why when they hear her scream, they panic. Everything else, every other creature attacking the city becomes irrelevant at the sound of her scream. Her fear. Her pain.

Bucky and Steve both instantly kill the creatures they’re attacking and turn to look at their girl, seeing the huge gash in her back that’s bleeding out through her suit. The sight of her still fighting even tho the amount of blood pouring from her is life-threatening.

“I know I’m gorgeous but can you two stop staring and help me out!” She shouts, voice strained as she continues to fight off the amount of creatures attacking her.

The pair snap out of their trance and sprint toward the girl, Steve throwing his shield to get rid of a large percentage of the bastards whilst Bucky throws punches. Once the aliens are all on the men instead of her, she stumbles back, the pain of her stab wound taking its toll. Her breathing becoming laboured, her eyes falling onto the ground where a puddle of her blood has formed.

Reaching up, the woman presses her ear piece.

“It’s me; we need help round North side, there’s too many of them here and I’ve been injured. Steve and Bucky can’t do this alone.” She forces, her laboured breathing heard by all the team.

“I’m on my way.” Both Clint and Bruce say at the same time.

“Heads up, Rogers, Barnes.” Tony adds, prompting the men to back up as two beams shoot down from Iron Man’s suit, killing a few of the enemies. “Get your girl, we’ll clear this.” He adds.

Bucky and Steve’s heads both snap to look at (Y/N) and run to her as her knees give out.

“(Y/N)!” Steve yells, Bucky catching her.

“Fuck, doll, you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. Keep those eyes open for me.” The super soldier coos, stroking her hair.

Tony lands beside them after clearing up the enemies.

“What happened?” He questions.

“She got cut across her back. It’s big and it’s deep.” Steve explains, prompting a chuckle to escape from the woman before it turns into groaning in pain. “Bad time for inappropriate comments, (Y/N).” He teases.

“Your fault, Stevie.” The woman groans, managing to throw her lover a wink.

She takes a moment to try and calm her breathing as it becomes more erratic but it’s barely any use. Bucky wraps his arms around her body, lifting her bridal style.

“Sorry, doll, gotta get you to the jet.” The man murmurs, giving her a sympathetic smile.

(Y/N) isn’t stupid. She can see the whirl of emotions swirling in the man’s eyes as he sees his girlfriend become paler and paler by the second. Without another thought, she raises her hand to his cheek and strokes it, flashing him a smile.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” She whispers, her voice breaking at the end.

She wants to be strong but she can feel tears forming in her eyes as she feels her body get weaker. She doesn’t want to die. She can’t even begin to imagine how crazy Bucky and Steve will be without her.

“No, no, no, doll. Don’t you do that, don’t you start saying that.” He begs, letting the raw emotions come out.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” (Y/N) whimpers, flicking her gaze to Steve who’s trying to explain to Nat what happened as quickly as he can. “Stevie…” She whispers, her voice not loud enough in the slightest.

“STEVE!” Bucky yells, prompting the Captain to instantly dash to their side.

“I love you, Steven Grant Rogers.” The woman utters to her other partner, watching his heart break.

“No. No, don’t you dare say that. You stay awake, you hear me? You keep those eyes on me and Buck.” He demands, but he knows his words are useless.

(Y/N) can only smile and glance between their two traumatised faces.

“Kiss me.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate to lean down and press his lips to hers, feeling her tremble.

“I love you, doll.” He murmurs.

“Say my name.” Her voice is becoming quieter and quieter.

“I am in love with you, (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N).”

Smiling, she turns to glance at Steve, Bucky momentarily stopping in his steps so his other partner can kiss the girl.

“I love you, (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N). You’re gonna be alright.” The super soldier states, but before he can say otherwise, her eyes are closed. “(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! Open those eyes! Come on, doll, look at me.” Bucky also cries out, breaking into a sprint as he gets to the jet.

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“She’s awake.” Bruce’s voice prompts the two soldier’s up on their feet. “She’s still in a pretty critical condition but she’ll be fine.”

The men nod and enter the room, relief flooding them as they see their girl’s eyes immediately.

“(Y/N)…” Steve breathes out, both men striding toward her bed, standing on either side.

“Hey, Cap. Sarge.” Her voice is still strained but she’s smiling.

The girl can see the bloodshot eyes of her lovers and it breaks her heart.

“You’ve been crying.” She whispers, hand hands reaching up to rest of the cheek of both of the men, them leaning down to assist.

“Can you blame us?” Bucky mutters, forcing a smile.

“We thought we’d lost you, sweetheart.” Steve adds, his own hand reaching up to rest on hers.

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“Barnes, Rogers, stay back, let Banner take her!” Natasha attempts, trying to stop the men fighting to stay by their girl’s side as she’s led into the medical bay.

Steve calms himself before Bucky does, Bucky relentlessly trying to get to the girl.

“Buck,” Captain attempts, grabbing his partner’s shoulder. “Bucky, please.” He begs, voice breaking as he he’s the distress in his lover’s eyes.

Something snaps Bucky out of his trance as he hers the pain in Steve’s voice, stopping his thrashing and turning toward the super soldier.

“Steve…” The Winter Soldier’s voice murmurs, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around the man.

Steve breaks. His job is to try and be strong for both Bucky and (Y/N), knowing that they’ve been through the most pain, but right now he can’t do it. His girl is in there fighting for her life because he failed to protect her. His only damn job on that field is to protect her and he failed.

“Stevie,” Bucky breathes as he feels the man’s sobs and whimpers that are muffled by his jacket.

James wants nothing more than to assure his partner that their girl will be alright but he’s just as scared. Just as traumatised and just as guilty.

“She’s gonna be fine. She’s stronger than any of us lot, that’s for sure. Have a little faith in her.” Tony attempts to calm his two friends.

Friends.

Truth is he still hates Bucky with a burning passion but he trusts Steve’s word. Or at least he’s trying to.

(Y/N) is his best friend as well and if she can fall in lover with the Winter Soldier, then he can’t be all that bad. She’s not a stupid woman. She wouldn’t date a criminal.

Bucky can’t help but press continuous kisses to his boyfriend’s head as he continues to sob.

“I love you, Stevie. She’s gonna be alright and so are we, okay?”

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“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) whispers, feeling tears form in her own eyes as she looks into the depths of Bucky and Steve’s.

Both the soldiers widen their eyes.

“What?” Bucky questions.

“No. God, no, sweetheart, don’t apologise. Don’t apologise for this.” Steve adds. “We should’ve protected you…”

The girl frantically shakes her head in denial of Steve’s words.

“It’s not your job to protect me; I’m a big girl who can protect herself, I just got caught out and fucked myself over.”

Bucky presses his lips to the woman’s knuckles.

“Never scare me - us - like that again. I can’t lose you. Steve can’t lose you. Nobody in this damned tower can lose you, alright, doll?” He tells her, prompting more tears to fall from her eyes.

She nods her head.

“I love you so much, Bucky. And you, Stevie.” Her weak voice whimpers.

“We love you too, sweetheart.” Steve responds, also kissing her hand.

“So fucking much, doll, you have no idea.”

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harryandhishook · 5 years

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Wings are made to Fly Chapter 3

Pairing: Not fully sure yet, just gonna see how it goes (Maybe Evie? Don’t know yet)

Setting: Auradon

Warning: Swearing, Harry, Coma (Badly written), Needles

Summary: Everyone knows what type of person they are, Fairy, Goblin, Dragon or just a simple person and Harry thinks he’s just a simple guy but the more he comes into contact with Auradon and magic, the more the people around him notice something off and maybe Auradon is the only place with answers

Words: 3107

Requested: Nope, me and my Fiance were roleplaying this and I thought it would be awesome to make it into a Fanfic

Side note: It’s been a while since I’ve updated this but since I don’t have a beta reader anymore, I’ve kinda felt a bit insecure about uploading it until now :D

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Several days had passed since the whole ordeal, rumours still circulated the school but mostly, it had been forgotten by everyone except for the pirates, the rotten four and the royal family. Unfortunately, the young Hook himself hadn’t woken, his room had pretty much become a hospital room by this point, drips around his bed, note pads and files scattered across the desk, sweet little gifts that had been left for him when he finally did open his eyes, no one knew exactly what would happen and the nurses who checked on him didn’t know when he would wake up but they all hoped.

The only people who knew about the wings were Max, Uma, Gil and obviously Ben, it took a lot of convincing but eventually it was decided that it would be best for the King to know sooner rather than later but they were quite reluctant for anyone else to find out … well, except for the nurses of course. The only real problem was trying to figure out what to do now, how would they tell him what happened? How would he adjust? What the hell even is happening!

Uma refused to leave Harry’s side between her new studies and actual self-care, just getting her to change and sleep was hard enough but she was eventually convinced to actually do things she needed, Ben had spent his spare time researching into Mythics and Fae, Gil tried to help but decided to just walk around the library to find books for Ben while Max continued doing his job but would keep checking in on the boy to make sure he was safe, the week had brought up not much information on pixies and Uma had made it clear to not tell anyone at this time so no one could contact Pixie Hollow for help … until now.

Ben had almost broke through the door of Harrys room to find Uma, who, once again, was sat beside the pirates bed, it had taken him a while but he had finally found information on Harry, well, it wasn’t exactly big information but it was something,

“So, you obviously know that Gil and I have been trying to figure out what is going on and even though the library is probably one of the most time wasting places for things we need, I managed to find a few books my Mom had in her library and we found a few things” he spoke without a breath as the King grabbed the chair from under the desk and placing it in front of the Pirate captain, sitting on the edge as he revealed and opened the book he had hidden inside his jacket, hundreds of little sticky notes peeking out of the pages,

“In all honesty, anything is good to hear right now, I’m sick of watching my friend like this…” she sighed, her voice monotone and quiet as she continued to watch her brunette friend sleep, waiting for the king to speak again,

“Just so you know, most of this information may not be too helpful for right now but it’s something to go off” he said as he opened the book, flicking through the pages he had bookmarked, “We might be able to find Harry’s mother through this but only if Harry wants to that is, the book says that a pixie or a fairy can only be created through two things, a babies first laugh or a pixie herself and since Harry has a Father, we can rule out him being born of a laugh” Ben explained, flicking further through the book as he skimmed the pages.

Uma had moved her gaze partially to the boy sat next to her, her head tilted to the side in partial interest as the King revealed probably not very useful things, but the pirate knew that she couldn’t be picky, anything was good,

“Can anything actually help us now or later if and when Harry wakes up?” she asked with a hint of despair in her voice. Ben could tell that she was becoming less and less hopeful that Harry would wake up, he wanted to reassure her it had only been a week but he knew she knew Harry better than anyone, he was a fighter and Uma knew that but seeing him like that was obviously taking a toll on her,

“Look, Uma, most of this stuff is about Pixies, their origins, their lives, the myths and legends around them but for this right here, for Harry’s state, we’re just going to have to wait and hope but listen to me, these things might help us, most Pixies are born with their wings but there have been a few exceptions of them that haven’t gained their wings until late or they haven’t developed right and it seems like Harry is one of them, it looks like the Isle was the reason for not giving him his wings, I don’t know what this can do to help you but Uma, he’ll be okay, he spent seventeen years in pain, this is just his body recovering, I know it’s hard, it’s hard for me to see the pirate who taunted me back on your ship for hours look so vulnerable, I want him to wake up too…” he argued, hoping to get through the her as he stood, placing the book down on the seat he was sat on before he stepped beside the teal haired girl, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, causing her to finally move her head up to gaze upon him properly, “Harry wouldn’t want to see you like this, get some sleep, I promise, he’ll be okay” he reassured, taking his large hand from her to leave, closing the door behind him.

Uma sat for a while, staring at the space Ben once was just a moment ago, the book now placed there, almost taunting her to follow the advice she had just been given. It took a while of brown eyes staring into space before Uma finally let a soft sigh escape her lips, she knew Ben was right but it was hard for her to admit it, so with a soft kiss left on Harrys forehead, she left the room to rest, she knew Harry would be fine even if she didn’t really believe it, he’d be fine.

Well, for a few hours at least.

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It wasn’t exactly the nicest of wake-ups Harry had ever had but at least he was alive.

The pirate groaned as he felt his body come down from floating, the real world around him reappearing into existence as his brain finally restarted, giving him the energy to wake up. The young boy opened his eyes slowly, bright white was all his vision could make out for now, his body felt numb and his chest felt heavy, something in the back of his head demanding he close his eyes again, but Harry was determined to wake up.

It took a good few minutes before the hook boy managed to get his bearings, the blinding white light in his eyes eased to the simple ceiling light as he blinked away the blur of his sleep state. For a moment, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he realized he was struggling to breathe on his own, feeling something thick in his throat pushing his lungs to expand and breathe for him causing the young pirate to panic, setting the beeping monitor beside him to beep rapidly.

What felt like hours of struggling and panicking, which was really only a few minutes, a few nurses rushed in and got to work helping the defenceless boy, assessing him, checking vitals, checking for any signs of sudden relapsing but once they were satisfied, they quickly got to work in pulling out the breathing apparatus, talking him through how to get back into control of breathing for himself, making sure his brain can respond to everything, it was all so much to take in but after a few hours of talking, more assessments and helping the boy regain full consciousness again, they finally called for Max to get the King and his friends down.

(A/N: I know nothing about Comas and the affects apart from the small things I researched so please be aware that I probably have everything wrong :D )

Harry slowly found the energy to pull himself up into a sitting position, groaning at every ache and pain in his body, everything around him felt slow and dragged out, voices quite distorted and murmured while his brain tried it’s hardest to put every little bit of information it was receiving into one form, there was so much happening, so many things, so much to take in but when his back hit the headboard of his bed all functions stopped as his brain focused onto one thing and one thing alone.

Harry slowly turned his head to peek over his shoulder, only one things was on his mind now, every other bit of noise and movement was frozen around him as he eyes gazed upon one large, pure white, sparkly wing slightly twitching behind him causing him to let out a yell of surprise and shuffle away from it quickly, only to see it was following. The pirate turned his head every direction he could do to try and see the new appendages on his body, jumping up from the bed with incredible force as he spun in circles, trying to evaluate what the hell he was seeing. With as raspy and weak voice, he finally spoke,

“What … is this?!” he demanded, well, it wasn’t much of a demand since his voice sounded like a that of a five year old trying to be angry but can’t control his emotions properly.

Looking towards the doorway of his room, he could see the little corrugation of his friends, Max and the nurses staring at him, none of them dared to speak, all of them held the expression of concern and pity, the boy was going through so many emotions and none of them good for his current state of mind, unfortunately, none of them had to speak as Harry spotted the book Ben had once been holding earlier still sat on the chair in plain sight, giving the pirate all the answers he needed,

“I-I’m a … pixie? But … I can’t be … that’s not … possible” the boy argued breathlessly to no one in particular, everything in him screamed for answers but his legs screamed for rest as he tumbled forward, catching himself on the edge of his bed, his breathing quick and raspy making Uma rush to his side, placing her hands on his body to ease him back into Bed,

“Harry, I understand this is going to be crazy for you, I mean, you’ve literally just woke up so you’re probably in a lot of pain and shock but please, you need to remain calm for us … Can you do that?” she asked calmly as the boy leaned back against the headboard, his wings sliding against the wood, separating out and barely causing much bother for him. Harry sighed as his eye flickered from the pure clear wings to Uma’s face, nodding slowly in recognition of understanding. Uma shuffled to sit on the edge of the bed, her body twisted to face the Pirate better as she thought for a moment, getting through this would be so hard for him, not to mention he would have to go through physio therapy to make sure he can actually move the wings and not cause damage. The Captain let out a deep breath she had not realized she was holding before speaking again to her friend, “I guess, I might as well ask you what you want to know, it will be easier to get everything explained to you”

A few hours passed as they all sat around the Pirates bed, explaining everything that knew, the nurses checking him over every so often and getting him food and water. So far, everything he wanted to know had been answered and other things had been explained, including the little plan of keep it secret until Harry could decide where to go from there,

“So, let me get this completely straight, I’ve always been a pixie but my wings didn’t grow out when I was born but because I was thrown onto a land without magic, my wings didn’t have enough energy to escape my body and the longer it was held off, the more dangerous it was gettin’ for me to live … Right, well then, I only have one more question … HOW THE FUCK AM I A PIXIE?!” Harry screamed as he stared at them all, only receiving shrugs from the lot of them, making him groan, looking down to the hands that laid in his lap. Ben, who Harry had only just really noticed being there, moved closer to speak,

“If you will allow us, I will contact Pixie Hollow, talk to them and see if they can send someone here to help, as much as we have researched and theorized, we can provide you with some things but a Pixie can give you much more, they know the history, the workings of a Pixie, maybe even have archive on Pixie births, find the reason why you are what you are … but we will only do it with your permission” his voice strong and powerful like a kings but Harry could hear the worried tone of a friend behind all that status. The Pirate thought for a moment before finally meeting the gaze of the King, nodding his head to allow him to continue but quickly added one condition onto the task,

“Apart from everyone in this room and the Pixie Queen, no one is to know about this, I don’t want to be the talk of the kingdoms, I want to hide this for as long as I can, tell everyone that … I’m recovering fine but no one is permitted to see me … got it?” he finished, his voice soft but assertive, Ben could understand, he was still a teenager at heart, no amount of royal blood would change that. The King nodded quickly, placing his hand on Harry shoulder in a reassuring gesture as he smiled sweetly to his friend,

“I promise, no one will know if you don’t want them, since your coat is so long, it should be too hard to hide them but don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything” once that was said, the King was gone, leaving the others to sit in silence for a while.

One by one, each person left, eventually leaving Harry on his own, even after Uma had try to persuade him to let her stay, he managed to convince her to get some rest, leaving him to stare aimlessly out of his bedroom window, so many things went through his head, so many questions, so many possibilities, his own body felt so foreign to him and he couldn’t understand why, okay, he didn’t now have wings that he never once knew about or even thought possible but nothing else was different, he was still Harry … wasn’t he.

The young Pirate sighed as he slowly slipped his legs off the side of the bed, letting them dangle for a moment before shuffling further to the edge, letting his bare feet land on the carpeted floor, taking in the warm feeling of the soft fibres, something he had never experienced before. Carefully he stood, keeping a hand rested on the bed as he wobbled, legs fighting against him but he didn’t stop. Reaching to the side, he grabbed the metal wheelie stand of the IV, pulling it along with him to stop the tug of the needles that were placed once again in his body.

Slowly, Harry trudged towards the large bay window, facing out over the waters and to the view of the Isle, stopping to stand, staring for a while before he finally found the energy to sit on the small bench pressed against the light cream walls. It was the first time Harry really saw what the Isle looked like, it was the first time he slightly felt safe from the uproar of gangs and thieves, it did look like the definition of hell and villainy combined, perfect for all the pain their parents caused … Harry stopped himself from thinking, knowing his mind would continue, he had no room to think about the punishment of the parents, no room at all.

So Harry just sat, unmoving, unthinking, complete silence as he stared out to his old home. It took him a few hours before he finally shook himself out of this trance he had put himself in, frowning at the strange feeling of sinking in his chest, it was all too much for his heart, leaving his home, the pain he had felt through it all … maybe, just maybe, he could restart, he could do better, he could …

Harry shook himself again, those feelings were back,

‘What the hell is going on with me’ the pirate thought, turning to look into the large empty room around him, this was too much, all of this, it was too much to take in for one night.

Harry rose from his seat with a groan, gripping onto the metal stand for support, his body once again fighting against him. The teen sighed as he turned one last look at the window, spotting the little twinkle of his reflection, his new features fluttering slightly behind him, pure white and definitely not his colour. Harry chuckled as he thought about the mismatched colour of his aesthetic but brushed it off to stand completely straight, gazing over his reflection as he inhaled deeply, his wings spreading slowly out behind him until they were completely stretched, revealing the complete size of them against his body, he had never actually realized just how large pixie wings are compared to his body.

The pirate closed his eyes, concentrating as his chest slowly rose and fell, his breathing calm and his body relaxed, the soft sound of wings fluttering delicately behind him, he tried everything in his power not to groan from the pain of exerting himself but something possessed him to cautiously move his wings faster, the last thing he could truly feel around him was the soft material under his feet disappear as he rose into the air.

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Are We the Strongest? -

To Better Circumstances

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Their first encounter was less than ideal. There were no introductions, no handshakes, no greetings. It was life or death. Hero or villain. Relief or grief. And despite Carol's decades of singlehandedly saving galaxies and entire civilisations this short rescue mission felt like her most important one to date. A pressure like no other settled on her shoulders and she would come to wonder if that was what Tony Stark felt like on a daily basis. Ignoring the sense of make or break the fate of the entire universe that she was experiencing, Carol acted without hesitation. She strutted out of the compound and shot off into the void of space with one thing on her mind: find Tony Stark. This time, however, it felt different when she broke through earth's atmosphere. It felt as unknowingly important as the man himself was. Carol couldn't decide whether it was that knowledge or the lost group of heroes below that meant she could find the ship in under an hour.

When she encountered the gently drifting leaf on the ripples of a blue supernova, Carol swore she felt the weight fall from her sore muscles for a grand total of a second. Her heart froze with terrified agony as her eyes landed on the man with closed eyes, sunken cheeks and a chest that didn't seem to move. She willed herself to glow brighter, pushed the energy to every extremity of herself until even she had to squint if she wanted to catch the billionaire open his eyes with as much effort as it took her to lift the ship and steer it towards his home planet.

As he stumbled down the ramp a suffocating joyful relief thickened the air so much so that Carol found it hard to breathe until he embraced his fiancee, Pepper he had whispered into her neck.

Tony's arrival was chaotic to say the least. He refused to rest once his friend had connected him to a drip and pushed him into a wheelchair. Everybody fussed over him until he snapped at them and directed their attention to the other being that was starving and dying on that ship with him. He caught everyone up, they caught him up. And, although he refused to break, Carol saw the toll the battle had taken on him. Even when no one else did. It was insane, she thought, how everyone but his real friends could see his struggle. It was only when the man did a 360 on the captain who was anything but a captain that his broken insides were painfully visible for all to see. And, even though Carol had no idea what happened between them, she found herself smirking as the mortal man confronted the super soldier with no weaponry whatsoever but his words and cracks as if they were the deadliest bombs the man had encountered. The corner of her mouth sunk when he collapsed. She barely knew him and yet she reacted immediately, going to catch him before she realised it probably wasn't her place. Even so, Carol got the feeling that Steve would have done nothing if hed hadn't have been so close and it was tragic.

She didn't want to intrude. This wasn't her place to be. Her place was a comfortable bungalow in Louisiana, but it didn't feel like home anymore. However, there was a tug that told her she had to see Tony. Like it was calling her home. And it was strange. Incredibly strange. But real. So real. After he had woken up, he tired his soon-to-be wife and best friend out whilst proving to them that he was still him old self. Thinner and older and impossibly more traumatised. But still him. The pair had fallen asleep in their bedside seats, leaving Tony alone. But there was some nagging feeling that he didn't want to be, so Carol decided to go and check on him. One simple choice that would change a life or two.

She peeked around the door, waving a hand that no longer glowed.

"Hey, Carol, is it?" He tilted his head, fighting the smile that tried to make an appearance at the new captain. She nodded, closing the door softly behind her. "Thanks for saving me and all. Big fan of that whole photon glow thing you have going on-"

"You don't have to do that." Her tone was firm yet sincere at his obvious deflection. Sympathy washed over her as she wondered how many of his so-called friends overlooked it as plain and simple apathy. Even if he didn't want her, she'd make him feel understood. "Look, I'm not gonna ask how you are because I know you'll just say you're fine in the form of some snarky comment-"

"So you're me, if I was blonde, female and an alien?" Her voice was far too genuine for the fragile billionaire.

"I'm of the human disposition, unfortunately. Survived a blast from the tesseract, absorbed its energy and here we are." The corner of his mouth ticked up and Carol fought off her own smile. "I don't know what went on with you guys," she gestured to Steve who was examining a hologram outside with Natasha, "but I want you to know that I don't give a shit. That rant was the most satisfying and entertaining thing I've seen since 90's tv. And I know he deserved it." She dropped into the chair next to Rhodey as he chuckled. "I've seen the tapes. Of you fighting," and Tony was struck with the horrifying sense of deja vu. He wasn't ready for a new prospect in the friendship area to drag up his deepest insecurity and lay it all on the line. The line that he wouldn't lay down on and let someone else crawl over him, according to Rogers. "You're a good man. You fight for what's right, anyway you can, but you still take more precautions than the rest of them to preserve civilian lives." There was a beat of awkward silence as Tony mulled over her words and Carol let him before she clapped her hands. She winced, checking to see if Pepper or Rhodey had woken up. "Okay, well, that's the most emotion I've done for years." Tony laughed, it was loud — as loud as could be so his family wouldn't wake up — and glorious and it made Carol feel inexplicably proud.

"So besides turning into a glow worm because of the tesseract, what's your story?" He asked, shifting to get comfortable. She jumped up and held his arm as she rearranged his pillows. His gaze was intense as he examined her and she felt it burning through her so she cleared her throat.

"You know, not many people get to see that side of me." She admitted, running a hand over the back of her neck.

"I'm honoured?" He smirked.

"I was a pilot in the 90's. Couldn't fly for the army because I was a woman, so I tested planes. One day, I crash. Straight into some kind of alien mission. The Krees wanted the tesseract so I blew it up. Woke up and they turned me into their pawn. I didn't know what I was." Carol shifted, kicking her feet up onto the end of his bed. "My first proper mission goes wrong and I crash on earth. Fury meets me, you know Fury?"

"We've met." Tony cocked his head to the side. Did Fury really get himself everywhere?

"He told me a lot about you. Bitched about everyone in his confidential boy band." So she is a blonde, female version of him. "Anyway, he gives me a nice, warm greeting before I convince him of the Skrulls' existence. A shapeshifting alien race. Then, I find out I had a family. A best friend and her little girl. Maria and Monica." She looked at him and saw the realisation dawn on him. But it wasn't pity, it was understanding. She nodded and he interrupted for the first time.

"The kid," and Carol remembered his first words, "Spiderman. Queens' local vigilante. Teenager. Batshit crazy teenager, Peter. I tried to keep him safe. I did. I did everything, but it didn't work. I was ready to die for him, but that choice was taken from me by that stupid wizard." He stopped himself and looked to her, tears glistening. She could see the pleading in his eyes and she knew she should continue.

"They helped me find my old self. The Skrulls, they were just trying to find a home. So I knew I had to help them. I got to break free from the Krees' control. And I did. Destroyed some missiles from a dick called Ronan. Then, just helped the universe. And listened to Fury complain about his superhero children." Tony laughed, wiping his tears away. "You know, the Avengers are named after me." She bragged.

"Is that right?" He removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

"Captain Carol 'Avenger' Danvers." She clarified. "Except, I'm a real captain. Unlike America over there." She jabbed a thumb at the stern-looking man. "Before I got promoted to colonel." Tony chuckled again.

"Oh my god. Please pull rank. Please. I beg you." Carol joined in, shaking her head.

"Couldn't do that to his ego. Its bigger than your's." She joked, rolling her eyes. "I'll do it if he pulls any shit with you."

"Carol Danvers, are you my guardian angel?"

"Maybe." She shrugged. "But if I was, I would have protected you from them."

"So Maria," he began, "just your best friend, right?" Tony swore looks could kill as his breathing slowed down and his heart sped up. It couldn't be a good combination.

"You're a bit like me, right? Kidnapped, turned into something bigger than you should be. Lied to. Betrayed. All of the hero origins combined into one very fragile human. Apart from, your brain gave birth to Ironman and my stupid nobility gave birth to Captain Marvel." If an AI had eyes, Tony was sure that it would roll its eyes at the amount of eye rolling that had taken place in the small hospital room.

"Yeah, I'm a genius."

"Hey, me too." She cheered, hushing her voice as James' head lolled to his shoulder.

"Well, maybe, but-"

"You're smarter, I'm stronger." Her voice dripped with humour, but Tony thought it was a good compromise.

"I'm not gonna argue with you there, firefly." He held his hands up in defeat. "You're the strongest of us all." Carol didn't normally like compliments, but it felt special from him. "Because you're me if I had the physical strength."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter until Carol's wrist lit up with a red alert.

"Duty calls, but it was nice meeting ya, Tony." She announced, standing. "Tell me if the big boy gives you any trouble." Her childish voice and condescending tone made the man smile. She was one foot out of the door when,

"Hey, Carol? If you ever need a place to crash, I'll send you the coordinates of the place I wanna build my house." He winked at her as she left. Perhaps he'd just made a new friend.

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Assorted Thoughts on The Dragon Prince Season Two

Hey, guys. Spaceman here, and… *sigh* …fine.

Since I reviewed season one of Netflix’s The Dragon Prince last week, I suppose I should talk about season two, which premiered last Friday. But I thought I already told you guys, The Dragon Prince… just doesn’t do much do much for me. Don’t get me wrong; season one wasn’t bad or anything, but it just kind of felt standard and a bit meh, so it was hard to get too excited for the second season, and I’m not going in expecting much—

HOLY SH—okay, wow, um… so, The Dragon Prince season two is actually kind of awesome, so… just… completely disregard everything I said in that last paragraph, because jeezus, I was wrong as hell. Seriously, this season is legit! Nearly every problem I had with season one is rectified in season two, all while still remaining subversive to my expectations. Let’s get into it!

The Animation

Okay, the first big, kind of obvious thing I have to talk about is the animation. That was one of the most criticized aspects of season one, the CGI, semi-2D look that just felt choppy in a lot of places, and I was super critical of it myself. Well, I have to hand it to Wonderstorm, because they really pull through on season two. It looks much smoother and more professional and doesn’t pull me out of the moment as it did in season one. Series creator Aaron Ehasz said in interviews that the animation would be more smoothed out, and I’m glad to hear that those words weren’t just hollow. It seems that the crew behind this show are willing to listen to criticism.

The Characters

I already talked about the main characters in my review of season one, so I don’t feel the need to talk much about them, since I don’t want to go into major spoiler territory just yet. With maybe one exception: Ezran. I criticized his character as feeling flat in season one, but he actually improves quite a great deal in season two. It’s nice seeing him form a bond with the baby dragon, Azymondias, and how it takes a toll on Bait, his animal companion from season one, who feels neglected. Also, his reaction when he discovers that his father had died seems… very believable. With little time dedicated to it and few words spoken, he goes through the entire spectrum of emotions upon discovering this: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and then acceptance. His acceptance ties in with a very important decision he makes in the last episode of the series, though I’ll get to that in the spoiler section.

Among the characters from season one I neglected to talk about are Ellis and her pet wolf, Ava. They only appear for the first three episodes of season two, but I liked them well enough and they do help out our main characters a great deal. I also like Lujanne, the Guardian of the Moon Nexus. It’s nice to see other elf characters, since we have yet to actually arrive in Xadia, and she’s funny in the kooky kind of way; it’s pretty clear that spending years alone protecting the Moon Nexus has made her go a bit off the deep end.

Some of the more notable characters include Gren, who always seems to maintain a cheerful attitude even when things are going wrong—I remember him saying, “Why see myself as chained down, when I can see my self as chained up?” which was a pretty funny moment—and Captain Villads, the blind narcoleptic pirate who Rayla and the princes hitch a ride with.

Hey, I just realized, I’ve been talking about the characters in The Dragon Prince and somehow neglected to mention the dragon prince himself! Azymondias, nicknamed Zym, is the hatchling from the dragon egg last season and he is adorable. Even Claudia seems to think so!

But okay, time for a full review of the plot. It goes without saying that there will be spoilers, so unless you have seen the new season, read at your own risk.

Spoiler Discussion

I was a little shocked, first off, that this show only takes place a day or so after the first season’s finale. I figured there would be a time skip or something, but no. That said, the story in season two is executed amazingly. First off, the big question from last season was how Ezran and Callum would react when finding out that the elves offed King Harrow. Well, surprisingly, neither one went with the reaction I was expecting. I was afraid that we would go through the clichéd path of “Oh no, what if Callum and Ezran got angry at Rayla because of what the other elves did?” which we all knew would end with them forgiving her, of course. But no, they avoided that trope altogether. Callum’s big struggle was how he was going to tell Ezran the truth without breaking him. Similarly, Ezran’s first thought was whether Callum knew, which was followed by him going on a long walk by himself and talking to Claudia about it. This is when he makes the decision to leave Ezran, Callum, and Zym—yes, leave the Dragon Prince whom he has developed a connection with—and return to Katolis to take over the throne for his late father. This is a major twist and something that nobody was expecting, but I honestly quite enjoy how it was handled.

It was great seeing all the new locations and characters. Possibly the most interesting one was Duren, led by its young ruler, Queen Aanya. This girl delivers some serious verbal blows to Viren and it’s just amazing to see. But also, finding out about her kingdom was really damn cool. We learn about her parents, the Queens of Duren—you heard right—and how Katolis assisted them in a quest to bring food for both kingdoms when they were starving during the winter.

I’m glad to see more LGBT+ characters in animated shows, and while a lot of people criticized it for the Queens’ death, it doesn’t seem too bad to me. They’re treated like heroes, and we knew of their fate beforehand, so it’s not like it was playing their deaths for shock value—hell, they died in the same battle that took the life of Queen Sarai, Callum and Ezran’s mother. Besides, the creators promised before that there would be more LGBT+ characters as the series progresses… and hey, they promised that season two would have better animation, which it did, so I don’t see any reason not to trust them.

Viren was also a nice touch. Like the first season, he comes off as an antagonist but still has his human moments, where he doesn’t seem like he was simply manipulating people for his own benefit. One of the best moments in the show is when Viren tells Aanya the story of her parents’ heroism; this is contrasted with a scene of Callum reading a letter from Harrow telling about his mother. In many of the flashbacks, we see Viren helping Katolis and standing by Harrow’s side, and it shows that he and Harrow truly were friends before Viren’s love of dark magic took over. It’s also revealed later that Viren had a wife, the mother of Soren and Claudia, but she left him. That was another interesting tidbit. You don’t often see divorce in a fantasy environment.

Speaking of baddies, let’s talk about Aaravos, the elf in the mirror. Now, I was immediately impressed with this character for his cool design, mysterious ways, and booming voice, and it seems that a lot of the Internet shares my enthusiasm! Maybe a little too much, in fact… Yes, Tumblr in particular has taken a… ahem… liking to this character, and I’ll be honest, I don’t get it. He’s cool, sure, but come on, guys. Don’t you think you’re letting your love of this fictional character go too far?

Oh, Amaya, you can crush my head between your thighs any day… what were we talking about again?

Yes, we do actually find out some stuff about Sarai here! She and Harrow had a really beautiful relationship. For one thing, it seemed like while she was alive, they ruled together, not that Harrow was the ruler and Sarai just sat around. She was a friend and top consultant to him as much as she was his wife, one half of his whole. I distinctly remember a scene where she basically tells him off, that an idea he and Viren had was a bad one, and both verbally and physically kicks his ass in the process. That was really telling of their relationship and made it all the more heart-wrenching when it shows how she died.

Another major part of this season is Callum’s quest for magic. In season one, he was using sky magic with the primal stone, but he destroyed it in an act of selflessness to hatch Zym. Here, he has once again found himself lost without any clear role in the group: he had noted before that he wasn’t a capable swordfighter and that when he was doing magic, it felt like his true calling more than anything else. He tries multiple times to connect to the primal source, even though he wasn’t born with it. However, possibly the biggest shocker was this moment:

…Oh my god. Callum, what are you doing? Callum, no! Don’t use dark magic! That’s not the way! Oh god, he’s using dark magic. We’re all screwed.

Nearly as much of a shocker moment as this is when, during a battle, Soren gets flung and lands in such a way that we hear a cracking sound. You may not think too much of this, until it becomes increasingly clear that he’s not getting back up again. However, the saddest part is when he reveals that he is actually relieved that he was injured, because it means that he wouldn’t have to go through with Viren’s order for him to kill the young princes.

This scene, man. This damn scene was hard to watch. It really shows the humanity that every character has, exposed as they go through the story and have to be put through so much.

And then… well, no more beating around the bush. Callum and Rayla: It’s gonna happen. Like, as usual, I won’t know for certain until/unless it does actually happen, but it’s looking more and more like it. But so far, it’s been handled really well. Rayla is first angry at Callum for using dark magic in the earlier scene, but it took a physical toll on him and he becomes very ill from it. While she first tries to hide it, over the scene it looks more and more like he won’t make it and she becomes seriously concerned for him and shows that she really does care about him. It looks as though she’s about to say something to him—a confession, maybe?—right before he recovers. To be honest, the way they’re building it up, it could either turn out to be a romance or a great friendship, but it feels very natural and I’m all for it either way. And if it is the former, I’m glad they aren’t pulling the typical romance clichés in cartoons, like having Callum crush heavily on Rayla (hell, he was crushing on Claudia up until she betrayed him this season) or having Rayla act in the tsundere, “I don’t like you, idiot” kind of way. But yeah, I’d love to see where this goes.

(Don’t worry about Callum, by the way. He’s not in danger, he’s just going through a really trippy fever dream that allows him access to sky magic.)

Other Stuff

As much as I’ve talked about everything else, the humor in this season is also really on-point, much more so than the last season! I found myself laughing out loud at a lot of points. That said, some of the more reference-based humor… doesn’t exactly hold up. Like, there’s a scene where Rayla pulls an extended Sailor Moon gag, and another where Callum literally says, “One does not simply walk into Xadia,” and… this Simple Minds reference:

Because in a medieval fantasy environment, everybody has seen The Breakfast Club, right? Perhaps the only one I can get behind is this credits gag with Aaravos imitating the Gatsby pose:

Which seems much more fitting there than in the show itself, since the credits are just filled with little gags like that.

As for questions about season three, most of my questions in my last post have been answered, but it did open up a few new questions. Who is Aaravos and what is his motivation? I’m assuming he’s an antagonist, but he could easily subvert our expectations. Will returning Zym back to the dragon queen really bring an end to the war? We’re only two seasons in out of a presumed six or seven, and I figured it would take a lot longer to get to Xadia than it did, but they’re already there, so it’s going to have to be stretched out a lot further, I figure. Finally, there’s a fan theory going around that King Harrow swapped bodies with Pip, Harrow’s bird. Is there any truth to that? We saw Pip escape in this season, so it could have been, but I don’t know.

Conclusion

Season two of The Dragon Prince was an improvement on season one in every way. The show really came into its own with this season, much more so than with the first one. I loved the characters, the animation, the worldbuilding, the soundtrack, and unlike the first season, which just left me feeling meh, this one actually makes me want to see a lot more, and… yeah, I’m a fan now. Congratulations, show. As Leonardo DiCaprio put it, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.

Once again, I implore you: don’t screw it up. But this time, I trust that you won’t.

~Spaceman

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Coming to Head - Kiribaku Fic

for @heliarashii

Kirishima knows it’s wrong. The way his blood starts to boil up under his skin and the way his shoulders harden with tension instead of his quirk. It was stupid. So fucking stupid. And not manly in the slightest. His crimson eyes slid over to where Bakugou was shifting from foot to foot, then they moved further to the three girls, staring up at him, wide-eyed and giggling. Kirishima could practically see the little hearts popping around their heads as they swooned at “Ground Zero” in his sweaty, hero-y glory. No. It was definitely not manly to get riled up over his pro-hero partner being swarmed by fans. The only thing that seemed to ease the pressure under his skin was the way Bakugou’s shoulders were drawn tight and his foot was tapping, a clear sign to someone who knows the other man, that he's very much annoyed.

It’s only through the years at UA and the three more doing intern work that the blonde firecracker can maintain a baseline facade of indifference. Still, the fact that he’s humored them for this long makes Kirishima’s teeth grind together. He didn’t really have a right to, but Kirishima couldn’t help it as his jaw tightened and he forced his gaze away. Thankfully the police were gone from the scene and clean up crews were almost done. Bakugou and Kirishima have decided a while ago, when they started up their own agency after so many almost missed calls, too many civilians wandering into dangerous areas, too many lives almost lost, they’d monitor the scene until the a-ok had been given from all reinforcements. Never had Kirishima thought it would end up causing him more grief than comfort.

He glared down at the ground when another high-pitched sugary sweet giggle reached his ears. Kirishima was broken from his stupor by a cough. One of the clean-up crew members was in his line of sight as he tipped his head up. His cheeks colored pink, hot with shame, his stomach squirming.

“Uh, sorry, what was that?” He scratched the back of his head, trying to make the coil in his muscles unfurl.

“Cleanups just about done. Just gotta move the trucks if you and Ground Zero wanna head out,” she nodded her head in the direction of Bakugou and shoved her hands in her pockets. Kirishima nodded in response and did his best to slap some kind of “heroic” smile on his still embarrassed face.

“Sounds good! Thanks for all your hard work!” Even to himself, his voice sounds more forced than normal but the worker smiled all the same and wandered back to the sectioned off area. Kirishima let out a breath, deep and slow, before turning around to go to Bakugou. The girls are still there. Kirishima fights off the spike in his blood pressure and digs his, thankfully, blunt nails into his palms. He’s beside the clearly agitated blonde in the span of four large steps.

“Clean up says we’re all good!” Kirishima slaps a large palm down, maybe a bit too hard, on to Bakugou’s shoulder. Even though he doesn’t show it, Kirishima knows that he’s startled the other and feels only a small amount of regret. He does his best to keep his eyes away from the three girls who are still standing there. They aren’t paying him any attention and really, he’s thankful for that, but right now they’re in the way and he just wants to go the fuck home. Bakugou grunts an affirmative sound but Kirishima’s patience has finally run dry. He drags his hand down and wraps his fingers around Bakugou’s elbow, then starts to pull. He turns a sharp smile to the girls. “Sorry ladies, hero business to attend to,” and promptly drags his partner away.

Bakugou doesn’t make too much of a show of resisting, just swears a bit too loud and grinds his heels into the dirt but he doesn’t actually start lighting explosions on to Kirishima’s skin, so it’s a win in that regard at least. They’re halfway down the block and around the corner of the scene when Kirishima finally relaxes his hand and lets the blonde go. The anxious, annoyed energy hasn’t worn off, even though the girls are out of sight and he’s got his friend pretty much to himself again. It’s under his skin like a second layer, squeezing him just on the side of too tight and it makes him itch. It happens more days than he wishes it did and even though he doesn’t want to name those dark emotions swimming in his veins Kirishima knows exactly what they are and why they’re there.

Kirishima walks ahead, leaving Bakugou to sputter behind him and catch up. A silence hangs between them when the other finally catches up with him. He can tell that Bakugou is more annoyed at him now than the girls before but he’s fine with that. At least, in some sick way, Bakugou’s attention is back on him. He can feel the blonde’s stare digging into the side of his head, but he’s still not saying anything, just glaring. They trudge their way back to the agency to change and still Bakugou remains silent, the anger clearly swelling in his chest. No words are exchanged between them when they go to their locker room and change into civilian clothing, nor on the way to their shared apartment. By the way that Bakugou is breathing hard out through his nose and his mouth is pulled down in a deep frown, Kirishima can tell that he’s slipping well past annoyed into getting to pissed off territory. If Kirishima himself were less hot-blooded he might actually feel worried that he’s essentially about to lock himself in a medium-sized apartment with the other boy.

It’s not until they’re finally inside and Kirishima knows he has to break the silence, that he speaks.

“I’m gonna hit the shower and go to bed, paperwork tomorrow and all that.” He’s not looking at Bakugou when the blonde scoffs out a derisive “whatever.” Kirishima knows that the other boy is just lashing out at the attitude he’d given, but still… Shaking it off, Kirishima goes and takes his shower, making sure not to use all the hot water in case Bakugou was wanting to take one as well.

Once he’s dried and changed into his pajamas he goes to his bedroom. The light is on under Bakugou’s door but he doesn’t hear anything from inside. It either means Bakugou has his headphones in, or he himself is getting ready for bed as well. Kirishima feels a moment of hard guilt jolt in his stomach and casts his eyes to the floor. He knows this routine is getting old. He’s not a kid anymore so getting jealous isn’t something he should be doing, especially not with his best friend and partner in justice, but he can’t help it. Kirishima knows it’s beginning to take a larger toll on their relationship but he doesn’t know how to make it stop. All he can do, he supposes, is make breakfast in the morning as an apology and hope that Bakugou sweeps it under the rug like he’s been doing for the last year since it’s started. Kirishima went to his room and closed the door behind himself.

His bedroom was a lot like the dorms at UA, though more grown up if he was being honest. His punching bag was still in the corner but he had fewer posters and an actual adult desk with a little filing area for paperwork. Kirishima looked between the bag and the desk. He wasn’t feeling tired yet and he knows he should get a jump start on tomorrows work, if only to appease Bakugou just a bit more, but he also wanted to beat the anxiety out of his body… Rolling his eyes Kirishima made his way to the desk and plopped down. If his friends could see him then they’d likely laugh at him for being such a model hero, doing his stuff on time, so unlike how he was at UA.

Kirishima is sat at his desk chair, going over field sheets and checking the damage report email he and Bakugou had been sent when his door slammed open. Jumping nearly a foot into the air Kirishima whipped around, Bakugou was standing in his doorway, face pinched in angry, eyes set in his best glare and his fists looked to be popping with explosions. Kirishima was frozen, staring at the blonde in his sweatpants and well-worn sleep shirt, murder in his eyes. He’d be lying if it wasn’t as hot as it was terrifying.

“Uh, hey bro,” Kirishima says weakly, not entirely sure what he’s meant to say when Bakugou is just standing there, shoulder and chest heaving and crimson eyes blazing. The blonde doesn’t respond, just stalks into the room slowly, it makes Kirishima’s gut clench and his skin prickle but he can’t look away. Bakugou is on a warpath and Kirishima knows he can’t do anything to stop him. All he’s capable of is hardening his chest when the other man's hands clench into the front of his shirt and yank him away from the desk before slamming him into the nearby wall. At least Bakugou is considerate enough to make sure it’s the wall without his corkboard and calendar. His face is close enough to Kirishima’s that the redhead can feel the way Bakugou’s sharp exhales fan across his nose and cheeks. Kirishima swallows loud enough that it could be considered a gulp. They stand like that for likely a full minute, Bakugou’s eyes boring into Kirishima’s face, looking for something beyond the dark flush of his cheeks and the wide set of his surprised eyes.

“What is your fucking issue.” Bakugou’s growl isn’t even a question, it’s a demand for answers a long time coming. Really, Kirishima thinks somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s surprised the other has had as much patience as he’s shown, not coming to him sooner. Then again, Bakugou’s never been one to confront potential feelings and he’s not stupid enough to think Bakugou doesn’t have half an idea of what Kirishima’s been thinking or feeling. Bakugou’s never been an idiot. At the same time though, Kirishima isn’t sure he can put himself into the vulnerable, more vulnerable, position that Bakugou is asking of him.

As much as Bakugou’s never been stupid though, Kirishima has never been a coward, not since he’d met the other.

“I don’t like how they swarm you, the… the girls…” Kirishima’s eyes slide to look at the ground, a wash of shame coming over his face. The fingers currently singeing his shirt only clutch tighter and Kirishima braves a glance upward. Bakugou’s eyes look like they’re on fire with the force of his held back anger. As good as Bakugou’s gotten at hiding it, Kirishima has always been able to read the blonde’s expressions with ease.

“Are you fucking serious?” Bakugou’s expression is only growing harder as he presses Kirishima back into the wall. “You’re jealous? That’s your fucking excuse for giving me the cold shoulder? Just because they talk to me instead of you, are shitting me?!” He’s getting progressively louder the more forcefully he pushes Kirishima back, it’s starting to hurt him and if not for the fact it might fuck up his rooms paint as well as his clothing, Kirishima might harden his body against the assault. He’s more focused on diffusing the situation though than his own self-preservation and thus, the truth slips out.

“No, it’s not that, it’s… you pay them attention and I don’t… I don’t like it.” For the briefest of moments he’s shocked Bakugou into stillness, even his breathing seems to have stopped as he stares at Kirishima. They’re cast into silence again and Bakugou’s glare has slipped off in order to be replaced with dawning understanding. Then the glare is back and Kirishima is being slammed into the wall again, but gentler this time. Bakugou doesn’t say anything though, his mouth screwed up in a half grimace, half smirk and there’s still an angry mask over everything that Kirishima is well and truly confused.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Bakugou breathes out. It sounds like his voice is tight and Kirishima is focused on the tone he’s used when the blonde lurches forward and bites a kiss against Kirishima’s mouth. It hard in the way that really, only Bakugou could deliver, but at the same time, his lips are warm and only a little chapped so there’s an undercut of softness that Kirishima clings to when he instinctively presses back.

Bakugou’s hands unlatch from Kirishima’s shirt, only to slide up and curl around his shoulders. The blonde yanks Kirishima off the wall and against his chest, Kirishima in turn, circles his arms around the other man, one firmly around his waist and the other almost desperately holding onto his back to keep him close. The kiss slows down when they’re chest to chest, pulses beating against one another. Kirishima tilts his head so that they’re noses are more comfortable and it forces his bottom lip between Bakugou’s and makes him shiver. It’s soft and slick, the way their mouths move together in a tandem. One of Bakugou’s hands slide into Kirishima’s hair and the man can’t help but hum into Bakugou’s mouth, his jaw falling open enough for the blonde to prob past his lips with his tongue.

They stay like that for three long minutes, trading kisses and slipping hands into new, unexplored crooks on each other's bodies, until finally, the both of them need more air than the moments between their mouths brushing can give them. Kirishima can’t make himself go far though and brings himself and Bakugou forehead to forehead. His eyes, which had slipped closed the moment Bakugou had cleared the distance between their faces, refuse to open again as he breathes heavily. The fingers Bakugou once had twining through his hair move to his face and cup around his cheek, thumb brushing back and forth underneath Kirishima’s eye. Bakugou uses the hand to push Kirishima away gently and takes his own little half step away.

Kirishima’s eyes flutter openly slowly, still hesitant for a reason he can’t really define. His breath catches when his focus comes back and he looks at Bakugou. The blonde's cheeks are flushed pink and his mouth is shiny and red, the evidence of their intimacy only a moment before. Something in Kirishima’s chest eases and he wonders to himself if he was worried that he had hallucinated the sensation of Bakugou’s lips on his own.

They don’t say anything for a long moment and Kirishima thinks it’s a lot like early that night when they were walking back to the agency, except there isn’t a terrible weight on his shoulders or that telltale tightness underneath his skin. Bakugou has kissed it all away.

“Sorry,” Kirishima croaks out, eyes turning down to the floor, Bakugou forces them up with the hand on his face. The look he’s wearing is a mix between annoyance and passive neutrality. It’s as close to fond as Kirishima’s ever seen him pull off.

“Can’t believe you ever worried about those extras.” Kirishima feels another wash of shame but then Bakugou is pinching his cheek with his thumb and forefinger and it brings Kirishima back from that small cloudy area of doubt. “Stop it,” he remarks and all at once Kirishima’s chest is warm and the tightness that had been there since the cleanup crew had arrived at their last rescue loosened. Bakugou knew him so well.

“Kay,” Kirishima replied, lips pulling into a grin he didn’t even want to keep off of his face, regardless of how he knew it might embarrass the other man. He wanted to say that he was sorry again, for the way he let his anxiety and random moments of jealousy pull them apart at the edges but he doesn’t, he knows that Bakugou wouldn’t like it. Instead, he wraps his arms around the other and lays his head against Bakugou’s shoulder, the blonde lets him.

The stand together like that for a long time, till the exhaustion of the day, both emotionally and physically has taken its toll. Kirishima can feel his eyes growing heavier, the longer he uses Bakugou as a standing pillow and can feel the tendrils of sleep creeping over his brain. Bakugou must feel it too, in some way, maybe through the fact Kirishima leans on him even heavier than before, and leads the redhead to his bed, shuffling along carefully as to not dislodge him. Bakugou, once they reach the bed, removes his arms from around Kirishima’s waist and in turn, Kirishima detaches himself from Bakugou. Before the explosive hero departs completely from the room he draws Kirishima in close, one more, and presses another kiss to his mouth, gentler than the first, a reassurance that it wasn’t just the heat of an argument that had sparked the prior intimacy. Kirishima smiles up at him dumbly from his bed while he leaves, closing the bedroom door behind himself. The cast of dim light from the living room allows him to catch Bakugou’s flushing cheeks, however.

In the morning they’ll have to talk. It might not be easy, neither is very good with feelings apparently. But Kirishima will still make his apology breakfast and Bakugou will eat it without complaining and maybe… maybe things will turn out just fine.

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vinylackles · 6 years

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loyal

word count: 2,250

requested by: anonymous (thank you for being my first request love!)

summary: you’ve been hunting with the boys for a while but after a hunt goes awry dean kicks you out... little do they know what happens to you once you leave

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“Dammit Sammy, sit still,” Dean demanded, trying to help his flinching brother patch up his wound. You sat on the other bed in silence, cleaning the blood off your leg and bandaging the gash that was left behind, unable to look at them.

Dean hadn’t spoken a word to you since the hunt had ended, and you didn’t blame him. It was your fault after all. They hadn’t seen the demon on the other side of the room, and they didn’t hear what it said, but you going after it left Sam uncovered, and the ghost had gotten to him before you could turn around. That knife cut across his back was on you, and the guilt was eating away at you so deeply that you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak.

So you sat alone for the rest of the night, Sam falling asleep first, laying on his stomach across the bed, wincing in his sleep when he adjusted even slightly. Dean drank his beer slowly, watching Sam’s blood seep through the white bandage slowly, spreading from pink to bright red, in eerie silence. You couldn’t take it anymore - might as well get it over with.

“Dean.”

“Don’t.” You flinched at the word. You’d known it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation, but the dead tone of his voice told you that it was going to be much, much worse than you thought.

“What can I do?”

“You can leave. I can’t watch your back and Sam’s. And apparently you can’t watch either of ours. That doesn’t work for me.”

It hit you like a punch to the gut. Part of you wanted to argue with him. How the hell could he just ignore the fact that you’d been hunting with them for two years? You’d been through so much with these boys, surely he couldn’t just throw it away. But you knew if there was one thing Dean wasn’t rational about, it was Sam getting hurt. Maybe he would change his mind in a few days, or weeks, or months. But right now you knew there was nothing you could say to him to fix this.

“Okay.” You stood up, mechanically beginning to pack your bag. It didn’t take long before everything you owned was tucked neatly into your duffle. You weren’t sure where to go from there - maybe to Bobby’s, maybe to the next town over to clear your head.

“Bye Dean. I’m sorry. Look out for demons, they’re planning something and I think it has to do with the two of you.”

He didn’t even look up from his sleeping brother as you walked out the door, closing it behind you only to feel a sharp pain in your back, followed by black...

TWO MONTHS LATER

You spit the blood out of your mouth across the room, the taste familiar to you by now. The pain was so constant it didn’t phase you much anymore, but this seemed different. They usually weren’t this rough with you, considering they needed to keep you alive.

“What’s got your panties in a wad today, hmm?” You grinned, your teeth coated in blood. That landed you a punch in the face, causing a few stars to float around the corner of your vision. They hadn’t fed you in the last two days, so you weren’t sure how long you were going to last.

“You have one last chance to tell me where the Winchesters are or your head will be rolling on the floor,” the demon in front of you growled, his eyes flicking black again.

“You really are as dumb as you look. For the last time, you stupid son of a bitch- I. DON’T. KNOW.”

“YOU’RE LYING,” he yelled in your face, getting so close you could smell his breath. There was a new look in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

Fear.

“They made you, didn’t they? They found your fun little torture house and they’re coming for you, aren’t they? AREN’T THEY?!” You grinned again. That one landed you a kick to the ribs, and you heard a sickening crack. It didn’t matter if he beat you senseless because you knew you were right- you could feel it. And as if they could read your mind, you saw two faces pop up in the small windows of the doors on the other side of the room.

The boy’s faces turned to ones of horror as they looked at you, recognizing who you were. You made yourself look away, determined to distract the demon in front of you.

You began to thrash against the metal cuffs that bound your hands and ankles, drawing his eyes to you. The skin there was already raw from how many times you’d done this before, but you did it anyways. You screamed as loudly as you could, which covered up the sound of the boys opening the door. Sam had the demon knife in his hand, Dean a half-empty bottle of holy water.

The demon slapped you to shut you up, and he was about to turn his back to you before you spoke up.

“Hey! You know what you son of a bitch, fine! I’ll tell you where the Winchesters are if you swear you’ll let me go,” you yelled.

“Oh really now, and why after all this time would you suddenly want to tell me?” He seemed suspicious of you, and he had a right to be. Sam and Dean inched closer, moving silently.

“Because I know where they are now,” you murmured.

“And where would that be?” The demon snarled. The knife glinted off the only light in the room.

“Right behind you,” you smiled, and listened to the slice as Sam drove the knife home through the demon’s back. You watched it die, his body slumping to the ground slowly, landing beside your chair.

It was over. It was really over. For the first time in two months, you let your body fully relax, going limp against the chair.

“Y/N? Y/N! C’mon sweetheart stick with me, were gonna get you out of here, it’s gonna be alright.” You felt two hands cupping your face, holding it up. You knew they were Dean’s. Two more hands were very carefully trying to undo your cuffs with a picklock. You opened your eyes, and you were staring into the green of Dean’s right in front of you. It was the most comforting thing you’d seen in a long, long time.

“How long have you been here?”

“I lost track. Since I left Montana after that hunt. They snagged me outside the motel and brought me here.” Your hands were free, and Sam moved to work on your legs.

You watched as the emotions flickered across Dean’s face like the pages of a flip book. Anger. Guilt. Rage. Sadness. Regret. More anger.

“What did they want from you?” Your body felt heavy all of sudden, as if the toll of the last two months had finally begun to sink in.

“They wanted to know where you two were. I told you they were planning something.”

“Dammit Y/N, why didn’t you just tell them?! We could have handled it!” Dean was distraught at this point, and you could see the tears forming in his eyes. You must have looked about as bad as you felt.

“No way was I gonna sell out my boys. No matter what.” You gave him the best smile you could manage, your eyelids getting heavy.

“Hey, hey hey hey none of that, you keep your eyes open you hear me! Y/N!”

Sam finally got the last cuff undone, and you felt two strong arms lift you up, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer.

DEAN’S POV:

“Cas, I swear to God if you don’t get your feathery ass over here right now,” he yelled at nothing, running through the hallways of the abandoned hospital as fast as he could while carrying Y/N. She was covered in blood and cuts from head to toe, and she was wheezing slightly while she breathed. He pressed her tighter to his chest as a pushed his legs to go faster, heading straight for the exit, Sam on his heels.

To his relief, Cas was standing outside the doors by the Impala expectantly.

“You couldn’t have just zapped in there?” Dean exclaimed.

“It’s warded, you ass. What’s wrong?” Cas responded, eyebrow furrowing at the sight of Y/N in Dean’s arms.

“Heal her,” Dean said. Cas didn’t hesitate for a moment, looking over Y/N with saddened eyes before he placed two fingers to her forehead. Dean watched as each cut closed and healed, and he knew her internal injuries must be healed as well. Her body remained limp in his arms.

“She’s extremely malnourished, and she’ll need her rest. I’d guess that she will regain consciousness in two days. I would think it wise to have food prepared when she wakes.”

And with that he was gone just as suddenly as he’d come.

Y/N stirred slightly in Dean’s arms.

“Shhh, you can sleep. You’re safe,” he reassured her. She lulled back to sleep then, curling up closer to the warmth that Dean provided. He took her to the impala, letting Sam drive for once just so he could ride in the backseat and make sure that she was alright.

TWO DAYS LATER

READER’S POV:

There was a sharp pain in your stomach that was totally ruining your paradise beach. All you wanted to do was relax and listen to the waves crash against the shore, but all you could hear was a peculiar gurgling and an odd empty feeling, accompanied by pain.

Next came an annoying electrical buzz, followed by the sounds of murmured voices. Your throat was so dry you weren’t sure you could speak to tell them to shut up. And finally, your last hold on your perfect little dream gave way, and you opened you eyes.

The buzzing was from the light above you- you were definitely in a motel. Your lips were stuck together, cracked and dry. Your throat burned. And god were you hungry. All together, that told you that it was time to get up.

Your body didn’t cooperate well with that plan, though the aches and pains that were constant over the last two months were seemingly gone, even the ribs you knew were broken. Your slight movement did alert whoever else was in the room though.

“Y/N! Hey, hey take it easy,” Dean’s voice grew closer as he ran across the room. “How do you feel?”

“Like I haven’t eaten in two weeks,” you chuckled. Your head was pounding, but you knew that you just needed food and water.

He nodded, very business-like as he got up and grabbed three bottles of water and a few things from the large stash of food he’d accumulated from the gas station up the road. You took the water first, chugging the first two bottles in record time before moving on to the food, trying to restrain yourself. You knew eating too much would be too much on your shrunken stomach, but it was just so good.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked after your mouth was clear of food.

“He’s out on a case, I stayed in case you woke up. We’ve been taking it in shifts,” Dean smiled at you, but you could see the exhaustion in his features.

“You haven’t slept since you found me huh?”

“Still just as damn observant,” he shook his head, rubbing at his eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m okay, you can sleep.”

“It’s not okay Y/N. None of this is okay. You were tortured for two months, because of me.” His voice was rough, as if he were holding back tears.

“Wrong. Not because of you.”

“I kicked you out.”

“I got your brother hurt,” you countered.

“We’re hunters, we get hurt. It’s not an excuse.” He was speaking more to himself than to you, but you let him continue on. “You watched our backs for years, and I threw all that out the window over a stupid friggin ghost. And you told me to keep an eye on the demons and I ignored you, and they had you the whole time.”

“I forgive you.”

He looked up at you in confusion, almost as if he had forgotten you were there. You knew he expected you to yell at him, tell him he was wrong and that he was an ass - that’s what he was accustomed to.

“I didn’t even apologize,” he said, baffled.

“Yes you did. It’s in the past now anyways. Now at least I know I can handle pretty much anything.”

What he did next took you by surprise. Before you could process it there were two strong arms around you, crushing you to him.

“I’ve got you. Nothings going to happen to you again, not on my watch.” You could tell by Dean’s voice that he was crying, and you finally let the tears you’d been holding so long fall, grabbing onto the back of his shirt, taking fistfuls and pulling yourself closer to him, as close as you could get. For the first time, you felt safe and you knew you were loved.

And so he held you, pressing kissed to your forehead and the top of your head as you calmed down in the safety of his arms, knowing nothing was going to separate you and your boys ever again.

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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From the Dining Table | a.i.

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I M A G I N E

A sudden jolt hit at Ashton’s neck as his eyelids slowly reveal his hazel eyes. Awaking from his slumber, he allows his eyes to blink before clearing his vision from the blurriness of the morn. Everything had been completely still, the drummer boy sitting up in hopes to find your presence.

But, to his dismay, the bed lacked you.

He looked down at the blue sheets, it’s mesmerizing, metallic-looking sheets traumatizing him from the lack of your being. His large hand placed itself upon the wrinkled dent that once held you. Those eyes widened, full of sorrow and emptiness.

Rubbing his groggy face, he feels the prickling of his recently shaven beard hair upon those calloused hands. Dropping them back on the silky sheets, he groaned, the throaty tone in annoyance from the disturbance in his Calvin Klein's. Morning wood surely was not the thing he wanted to deal with, but how could the boy resist?

Ashton woke up, anticipating your body beside him. That toned body, the softness of your neck and the lovely structure that was your stuck-out collarbone. Your breasts, the warm mounds that fit in his hands lovingly. The way your eyes glimmer when you smiled, seeing those lips the loveliest hue of red and pink. And your hands, the way they rubbed along the boys pecks in adoration.

“Fuck.” Ashton’s mutter was weak, but passionate, full of all sorts of frustration and disappointment. He sheepishly crawled his hand to his pelvis, slowly guiding it down to his hard member. Looking distantly at the red carpet, he allowed his hand to move up and down his shaft, feeling it’s desperation for relief.

As he did, Ashton found himself imagining you. The face you made when he shoved himself in you, the way you spewed out his name in pure euphoria. Oh, and how messy you hair became as it sprawled all over the pillow below you. The way your breasts had danced to the flow of his thrusting. He needn’t drums to create a beat for ear enjoyment.

Finally finding his release, he groggily stood from the bed and trotted into the bathroom. He switched the light on, and leaned his hands upon the sink to stare himself in the mirror. His stomach churned when he met up with his hazel eyes in the reflection. Ideas sprouted out of your naked body behind his, your arms loosely wrapped on his upper torso with that soft, kind smile you always had every morning when you awoke.

More curses spewed in his mind, taunting him of his desperation. One image of your smile, and that led a bottle of Jack Daniels into his hands. The cool glass rose goosebumps all over the boys arms as he carelessly threw the cap somewhere and began gulping down the poison. Some of the liquid streaked down his lips, streaming down his skin to pour itself on his chest in droplets. The entirety of the brown substance sat in his stomach by 12.

Ashton slowly dozed to a deep slumber, with alcohol stinking his breath and his heart aching for your voice.

The boy managed to bring himself to life a few days later.

Ashton was back at the studio, now with endless words for you that were suddenly converted to lyrics. The other boys, though excited for his tunes, saw the pain in his voice as he sung those precious words. They meant the world to him, and wished for those very words to reach you somehow.

As he strained his vocals producing sound to his lyrics, he couldn’t help but continue glancing down at his phone. Texts and notifications from all medias pooled his lock screen, but he swiped past them. Ashton was seeking out anything from you-- any calls or texts. But there was nothing. And Ashton was sure that your phone disliked being dry from you. It was raised and shaped by your calls, seeing as it never ran out of battery as fast as it should, considering the hours you two used to speak.

Comfortable silence sure is overrated.

Couldn’t you have at least waited for his awakening to be straight with him? You never say what you want to say, and that traumatized Ashton beyond belief. All he wanted was your words, or some sort of closure. He wanted a conclusion, and pure confirmation of this broken heart. But he was too scared to break the silence, and was annoyed that you’ll never break it first.

After the studio, Ashton found himself wandering around the city, unsure where he wanted to go or what he actually wanted to do. There was nothing, as his mind picked at him with the entire idea of you. Your laughter, the way you said his name, the way you listed the ingredients in a Cliff bar. It was beyond him to see how you marked his life.

But then opportunity present itself as Ashton stumbled upon one of your ‘work friends.’

“Hey, Shawn,” Ashton stopped him, having the man raise his gaze up to the drummer. Awkwardness filled those azure eyes as he shook hands with Ashton. “How’re you, mate? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Good, good,” Shawn replied, discomfort easy to find in his face.

“Hey, so how’s Y/N?” Ashton asked quickly, desire in his voice as the busy people past by the two still men. Shawn stared at Ashton somewhat distantly, seeing the sorrow that came with Ashton’s hazel eyes. “It’s been a few, and I was just wondering how she is.”

“She’s well, yeah,” Shawn began, his voice quiet and simple. Ashton nodded, some relief washing him as his eyes wandered down to the mans chest. That’s when he realized a bit once he saw the band ‘Nirvana’ printed on the shirt. That very shirt once was his, the one you stole the first time he took you to bed.

Small talk ensued until Ashton no longer wanted to exchange words. He let out a small goodbye before walking away from Shawn. He wanted the distance between them be endless as he walked several blocks before wounding up in front of a liquor store.

Day became night as Ashton took a swig of his new friend: a bottle of Vodka. It dawned upon him that his legs ached from walking and his liver didn’t want to consume any more alcohol. But the woe that you caused was killing Ashton, attempting to forget via the poisonous drink. But as he strolled, he halted right in front of some fancy Italian restaurant and dared his eyes to wander inside.

And there you were, inside the very resteaurant he stumbled upon.

You were looking damn fine. Hair was done to perfection, seeing it shine from the lights overhead. Your body was swallowed by a crimson dress, strapless to cater to your curves lovingly. Your body, toned and soft, shined like it never has before. And then there it was: the smile that completed you perfectly. Ashton would not dare change a thing about you.

But then there was the twist, having Ashton divert his eyes just a few inches from you to see Shawn sat right beside you. Making you laugh.

Emotions hit quick as Ashton found tears streaming down his cheeks. His perfectly white teeth gritted, his jawline clenching in pure jealousy. His hand wrapped tightly around the neck of the bottle, almost yearning for the strength to break it in his hands. Raising his arm, he smashes the bottle to the ground, allowing his money to go wasted on the concrete floor.

Call me, say you’re sorry. Call me, say you’re sorry. Please. Pleasecallmeandsayyoursorrypleasepleaseplease--

Ashton guided himself to a bar, unable to look at you any longer. He scanned the bar, looking for another broken heart. He saw a blonde, a pure beauty sat on the bar. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes pink, with a shot of who knows what the fuck in her slim fingers. He rubbed his face to rid of his tears, walking up to her to barely take a seat in the stool beside her. She was quick to react, turning to look at you with wise eyes. That’s when Ashton paused.

She looked so similar to you. Perfect.

“Hey, so my heart was completely ripped to shreds, and I see that your heart isn’t taking an easy toll either,” Ashton began, the girl watching in pure confusion. “I was wondering if I could invite you to some sad sex before falling asleep and waiting to see who will be the first to leave the hotel room. Interested?”

To Ashton’s favor, the girl nodded.

Ashton woke up to another morning, the taste of alcohol dancing in his tongue. The warmth of the quilt bothering him, causing sweat to be produced. He removed it from his body, revealing his morning wood. But he paid no mind to it as he turned to look at the body beside him.

His eyes widened to see the face, seeing how it resembled you perfectly. She slept soundly, her eyelids slightly twitching but keeping your eyes away from sight. Those lips were slightly parted, revealing a gap to allowing air in and out. Ashton felt as though in a trance, pure comfort washing over him once more as his hand slowly went to the body’s arm.

“Y--” He began, the first second of your name escaping his tongue. But his smile was soon to dissolve, realizing that this body wasn’t you. You were not her. You were not here. She was no you, and Ashton realized that quickly as he reeled his hand away.

“It’s always gonna be you, huh?” Ashton whispered to himself, leaning back as he stared distantly to the carpet. You were everything to Ashton, and he had huge doubts that you were gonna leave his heart anytime soon. You left a huge impact on him, something he’ll never get over until another girl came along and surpassed the standard you created. What an impression.

Ashton’s eyes then darted over to his cellphone. You remained nonexistent.

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petri808 · 4 years

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Underneath the Same Starry Sky

My piece for the @fairytailcharityfanzine 💜 we can now share it, please enjoy!

Nalu Reflective piece that takes place during the one year hiatus, focusing on Natsu’s feeling during his training, and Lucy.

Every single muscle in Natsu’s body ached worse than being electrocuted by one of Laxus’ lightning bolts. His joints screamed like a banshee if he even thought about moving an inch for the rest of the night and he prayed that come morning’s light he could get up to do it all again. The training routine he’d carved out for himself was ten times harder than anything he’d ever attempted before, but it’s a necessary evil and one that numbed his mind to the reasons behind its mission. Tartaros was a wake-up call. A proverbial slap to the ego that brought the mighty Fairytail guild to its knees. Sure, they won the battle, but at a substantial cost.

He couldn’t afford to lose like that again. Not when there were so many things at stake.

But tonight, there’s nothing more he can do except lie on his bedroll staring up at the sky. If someone attacked him now in such a vulnerable state, they might win. He doubted it. Even the locals steered clear of the mountain he’d chosen. Too afraid of the rumors of a crazy fire wielding man who could shake the very bedrock beneath their feet. No, tonight it’s just him, Happy, and that sky. A beautiful expanse of darkened heavens with no clouds to dampen its effects.

Ugh! Nights like this were the hardest. Each time he opened his eyes and gazed upon those twinkling stars his partner would drift into his mind and throw it back into chaos. Lucy…. The golden queen who reigns over the celestial world, adored by her spirits, loved by her friends, and treasured by his truly.

Everything he did was to protect the ones he loved. And above all, her.

Just thinking about the attractive blonde sent a strange flutter through his core. Natsu wasn’t immune to the desires created in any hot-blooded male when seeing such an attractive female. But she’s different, special, not something treated like arm-candy or tied down by anyone unless of her own choosing. Besides, he didn’t feel worthy of her attention. Not yet. Maybe one day, but not until he could truly safeguard her future, even from his own demons. Besides, there’s still much to do. It’s only his second month and already the drain on his mind, body, and soul pushed him to his limits. But Natsu’s no quitter. Once he set his heart on something, he would move all of Earthland to see it through. Things would get easier over time as his body adapts to the training, so until then, no pain, no gain, and a blonde waiting at the end of this goal.

‘I really wish you were here Igneel…. Too many questions I never got the answer to…. Even new ones on things I don’t quite know what to do with.’ Natsu lets out an audible exhale. ‘I miss you…. It’s like a huge part of me’s gone and I know I’ll never get it back. Will that empty feeling ever go away?’ His eyes close for a moment as he remembers the pain of watching the fight between Igneel and Acnologia. He’d held out so much hope that Igneel would win, only to have that faith dashed against the rocks like a ship, wrecking along the shore. It was at that point, when Natsu felt like the small child again, alone and lost in the forest before Makarov had found and taken him to Fairytail. He’d promised Igneel to keep growing, to keep looking towards the future, and he will. He will get stronger! But such pain and sense of initial loss from his childhood had never fully gone away, just sidetracked once he’d met Lucy.

Again, with Lucy. That day in Hargeon was the last time Natsu’d gone off on his own in search of Igneel. Was that meaningful? It had to be. How else could one person, who he’d just met, unconsciously change his course in life if it didn’t have some major significance? What would Igneel have said about her? ‘Who am I kidding, he would love Lucy! I bet he would tease me about her if he were here…. I know she would have liked him too….’ She would never be a replacement for his adoptive dragon father, but… ‘Lucy fills some void.’ A concept he couldn’t deny any longer.

This training mission was the longest they’d been apart since, well, the day they met. It’s a little weird, Natsu would admit, and he missed her along with all of his friends. He wondered what they’re up to. Are they rebuilding the guild hall right now? Probably to be even bigger or better than before. ‘Yeah…. It’s gonna be so nice to see it again!’ He should have stayed to help them rebuild, but this is more important. ‘So, we don’t lose the next time!’ Did Gray miss their fighting, because he kind of did. He loved to rile that ice queen up! ‘I’m sure they’re all doing fine.’

But to take the power left to him by Igneel, he needed to strengthen his reserves and that took time. He really didn’t understand how long he would be away for. It could be months or even years; hopefully not the latter. Mastering this new secret art is his primary focus and he couldn’t go back until he’d attained it. It was his hidden weapon against his brother and it just needed to be perfect.

Long blistering days had turned into weeks. Laborious weeks dragged into months and as each one passed the physical pain had morphed into an emotional toll. Now five months into his training, Natsu sometimes lost track of time itself, and it was only with Happy’s help that he knew how long he’d been at this. The cheerleading Exceed made sure they had food or other provisions because the slayer would forget. Even his hair was now past his shoulder blades, but he tied it back when it got in his way.

Though it wasn’t all that bad, he’d made a lot of progress and was sure that it wouldn’t be too much longer till he could return home. So, after another long day and a meal of roasted wild bird, Natsu submerges himself up to his neck in a nearby hot pond. It was one of the few reasons he’d chosen this semi-isolated location. The broiling waters were a bit too hot for any normal humans, but for a fire dragon slayer, something perfectly suited to soothe away his aches, and maybe some of his anguish. Lately a few of Zeref’s parting words, “to kill or let live,” were toying with his mind. “The one to reach me will be you or END…” He still didn’t fully understand it. Igneel also told him not to look at the END book. But why not? Who is this END person?! “And what the hell did Zeref mean by passing to me, an even greater despair?!” Regardless of not understanding, the message was clear. Trouble was coming.

The steaming waters were making him sleepy, but he wasn’t ready to let it take him yet. He just need to hash out these thoughts so he could move on because if he couldn’t, then he wouldn’t be able to focus on his training. To concentrate the residual power, he needed a clear mind. A long exhale escapes and Natsu closes his eyes. Killing wasn’t the Fairytail way, so that wasn’t something Natsu even wanted to consider. There had to be another solution, but it was difficult to figure out what that could be since he didn’t even know who or what this enemy was. From the scant information they’d given him, END was the most powerful demon Zeref had ever created, one that not even Igneel could defeat. That meant END could be his most formidable opponent to date, aside from maybe Acnologia.

Acnologia… all the hairs along his arm tingle. The evil dragon born of a by-gone slayer era, is another problem that needed solving. How were they supposed to defeat a dragon that other dragons were afraid of? He remembered the quaking fear that all the slayers and dragons felt when Acnologia showed up. Everyone’s panic and trembling emotions were palpable. That vile creature had disappeared once more, but he’ll no doubt, show up at the worst time. “Argh!” Another beautiful part of being in the middle of nowhere, Natsu could scream all he wanted to. He relaxes his eyelids, letting the feeling of the steam envelop his senses.

Words unspoken passed between them as he hung his head whilst the tears flowed, and snot dripped. Lucy held on tight, her arms wrapped around his middle, her face buried in the crook of his back like she’d done the night they’d defeated future Rogue. Despite his promises to Igneel, Natsu’s heart had shattered and needed to fit back together like a jigsaw puzzle. He was thankful that Lucy didn’t prod, just allowed him to feel, to process, like she just knew he would come out of this. Her silent support meant so much to him, and she didn’t even know it.

“Can we just go home?” he whispers under his breath. “I’m tired.”

Lucy nods and moves to let go, but Natsu places his hand on her arm. “To your apartment, just for tonight? I’d… rather not be alone right now.”

“Sure, Natsu.”

It was one of the rare occasions that Lucy didn’t kick him out of bed. Maybe she was too tired. After a shower, Natsu crawls under the covers. Her calming scent of strawberry cream providing him some satisfaction, a reassurance that he wasn’t alone, and reminded him he still had a lot to live for. And as his eyes close, the vision of her sleeping form, so peaceful, sends him off into a dreamless, yet fitful slumber.

When light filtered through his closed lids the following morning, Natsu opens them to a fully awakened mind despite the pitiful amount of sleep he’d gained. Through the night, Lucy had latched onto his side, keeping him pinned to his back. She sighs, mumbling at his minute movements, before licking her lips and drifting away again clutched to his arm. He exhales, turning to his side to gaze upon her better. ‘Lucy…’ Natsu sweeps away some tendrils that had fallen over her eyes. ‘How am I to protect her when I couldn’t even save my father? How can I protect any of my friends from the dangers coming call?’ It wasn’t a matter of if he could, but a must. He places a kiss upon her slightly furrowed brow. ‘I promise you Lucy. I swear on Igneel I will protect you at any cost!’

Even though he’d decided that morning to leave on a training quest, he just couldn’t tell her, not in person knowing the pain it might stir back up for both of them. All he could hope for a week later when he clutched the letter in his hand, that she would understand. “Wait for me,” he whispers as he places the letter on her coffee table…

Natsu opens his eyes. Ugh, why was he dreaming about that now? He twists his body in the steaming waters to rest his head on his arms on the edge. How long had he fallen asleep for? Couldn’t have been long since the position of the moon had only shifted slightly. Maybe he was feeling a little guilty for leaving that letter the way he had. It was a copout. ‘Yeah…’ he sighs, ‘she deserved better from me, but I just couldn’t face her.’ Too late now to do anything about it.

It was almost over; he runs his hand over the new tattoo on his arm, reminiscing about the last 8 months. All the power condensed in his body thrummed like a child excited to play with their new toy. But it would have to wait and lay dormant for now. Until the time was right, behind the symbols it shall remain. This whole journey was one of self-recovery, through down-right struggles of the heart and mind. So, unleashing the full power of the Fire Dragon King too early would be a waste of all that he’d fought to attain. And that was okay, for through this self-discovery Natsu had become a lot stronger. The control over his element was down to pinpoint accuracy, and whether as a stream of fire or as a conflagration, it was all by his manipulation. He was giddy about showing this off and according to Happy, the perfect opportunity was coming up in just two months. All the more reason for him to buckle down and finish his training.

Lucy had hoped some of her friends would attend the games, even just to watch but no one did. It was sad to think, ‘I’ve been looking this entire year…’ she breaks down against the wall filled with all the information she’d dug up on her ex-guildmates. She knew where some were, while others… Sigh, ‘Still nothing on Natsu.’ There’d been wild rumors that could be him. Nothing concrete and they were always stories passed along from a friend of a friend. But it was enough to comfort her sometimes, to know they were still under the same starry skies. Ugh! Lucy missed them all so much. “Well, no point in crying about it tonight,” she laments to Plue. Tomorrow was the finals, and she needed her sleep. Lucy steals away to her bed and lets happier dreams bring her solace.

Ten grueling months has passed by, but they’d made it! The sun had yet to rise, but the pair arrived just in time to see the last day of the Grand Magic Games tournament. Natsu turns his nose to the wind, scenting from atop a hill overlooking the large city of Crocus. “Happy, I think Lucy is here!”

“But, why would she be here?” the Exceed queries. “Could she be here for the games?”

“Probably. We should look for her as soon as we can!”

“I thought you’re gonna challenge the winners?”

“Oh right,” Natsu smirks, “Imma go kick their asses and you look for her.”

“Aye sir!!”

Morning’s light came and Lucy already knew it wouldn’t be very exciting. The games only stirred up more pain from the loss of her friends and Fairytail, so it took a lot of self-motivation just to care. Sure, there were exciting moments during the tournament but nothing like the year they won. All the big guilds, their friends, no one took part this year saying it wasn’t worth it without Fairytail to compete against. Lucy couldn’t blame them. She takes one last longing glance at her wall and heads out the door.

‘Such a farce…’ Lucy stood there in the press box bored out of her mind. Sure, Jason was excited after she’d pointed out Scarmiglione’s plan not only to win but to rake it in with the brokers. Odds of 100 to 1 would pay out handsomely for anyone that bet on their win. To her it was cheating and a blight on the games. But no one had even noticed what they were doing. Sad. Then again, with none of the more powerful guilds in attendance, she guessed there wasn’t anyone around who could sense their true power levels except for her. Surprise, surprise, she rolls eyes. The crowds all jump to their feet when Scarmiglione’s last opponent falls, but Lucy is just happy it’s over.

But what’s this? A rumbling murmur filters through the crowds. She and Jason look over and see a heavily cloaked man walking into the arena. Who is that? What is this?! So much power! The hairs on her neck stand on edge. “Evacuate the arena….” She cries out, but… “Eh!” The power and heat radiating off of the figure is burning her top off! “Kiyah!” Her arms frantically wrap around her bust, forgetting all about the danger. As the smoke clears enough to see, she sees the culprit. Her eyes widen. “Natsu?!!!”

Screams of his name bounce around her. Everyone is excited to see the slayer!

“Long time no see, Lucy!!!”

She turns around to see the flying Exceed. “Happy?!! What are you doing here?”

The other participants rush out to challenge Natsu but when his power and heat spikes even higher, they turn tail and run, screaming monster. How hot does his power get?! This was a lot stronger than she remembered him to be!

The Exceed chuckles, “Natsu always tends to overdo things.”

But by then Lucy had stopped paying attention to the chaos going on around her. The stadium was melting, members of Scarmiglione were out cold on the arena floor. And all she could do was stare at the man she’d been wanting to see for so long. It was really him and not a figment of her imagination! A deluge of emotions floods her mind so quickly that there is no processing any of it. Happiness, sadness, anger, nothing. It was simply, in shock.

With the rest of the challengers running in fear, Natsu finally realizes something. He looks up and they lock eyes for a moment. So fired up from his entrance, he’d almost forgotten she was here.

“Yo!” his grin so wide it covers from ear to ear. “Been a while, huh? Lucy!”

Same old Natsu, she sighs, what had she expected? With a crinkle of her eyes and a softening of her expression. “How’ve you been?”

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