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Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 16

Chapter 16: Reality is Subjective

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

Chapter One |Master post |Ao3

**Several minutes earlier**

"Are we going to talk about the fact you called my dad and Mx. Nemo 'my tallest?'" Dib asked, an impish grin on his face as he followed Zim, who had long let go of his hand.

"No!" Zim hissed. "As far as I'm concerned, it never happened!"

"But you did."

"I did not!"

"I was right there, Zim. You totally called them your Tallest."

"The mighty Zim makes no mistakes!" Zim suddenly stopped and spun to face Dib, his eyes narrowed at Dib's delighted expression. "Foolish Dib-stink! You think I, the mighty Zim, would lower himself to call those two meat-bags my Tallest? That I would find them intelligent and honorable enough to think of them that highly?!"

Dib didn't even waiver for a second. "You must, because that is definitely what you called them."

Zim snarled, and Dib quickly realized he might have pushed the alien a little too far. Before he could act, Zim pounced at him, tackling the boy to the ground.

"Zim! No! Get off!"

"Not until you admit defeat, Dib-stink!"

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing!" Dib defended, both verbally and physically as they wrestled each other, completely ignorant of the looks they were drawing. "My dad is the smartest human on Earth right now! And Mx Nemo's the first adult to treat us like actual people!"

"Your paternal unit doesn't even acknowledge that alien life exists, and Mx Nemo can hardly understand your primitive computer system!"

"I'm not saying they're perfect! I'm just saying I can understand why you see them as higher authorities! They treat you a lot better than your old Tallest did!"

Zim went still, sliding off of Dib and sitting despondently on the ground. Dib took the opportunity to sit up, brushing the dust off his black coat as he warily watched Zim for a few moments.

"I-I don't really mean to make fun of it," Dib admitted after a moment. "I mean, I have nothing but respect for both of them, obviously. And I guess I'm kind of…happy? Excited? That you feel the same. Because it means we aren't enemies anymore. We're friends now, right?"

"Irkens don't have friends," Zim responded, more out of reflex than anything. The despondency in expression faded, replaced with something akin to embarrassment. "But…we are partners. Allies."

Dib figured it was as close as he was going to get, and a lot more than he ever believed possible. Hell, if someone told him he was going to be friends with Zim just a few months ago, he would have called them crazy.

"Ah ha, you two must be the students from inter-city middle skool!"

Zim and Dib looked up at a…person. Both Zim and Dib narrowed their eyes at the man that looked like something far too large stuffed inside a suit made to look vaguely humanesque.

"I think that's actually worse than your human suit on peace day."

"Hey, cut me some slack! I had less than twelve of your earth hours to plan that!"

***

No. No no no. You couldn't be stuck.

"Mx Nemo?" You could hear the professor, but couldn't respond. Not as the anxiety and panic gripped at you. You weren't usually claustrophobic but the bright blinding whiteness and cramped space as you tucked in closely to Professor Membrane's large frame, and your fears jumped at the chance to consume you.

"Mx Nemo." Large, firm hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you somewhat. You stared up at him, able to see his eyes clearly through his goggles, dark eyebrows knitted in concern. "I am sincerely sorry, I realize now that was a very bad joke."

Joke. It was a joke. You slumped against him in relief, not thinking as you punched him half heartedly in the chest--his shoulder too far for your to reach. "You had me for a moment there," you admitted.

His hands still gripped your shoulder, though not quite as tightly. "Humor is not exactly one of my stronger skills," he explained rathwr weakly, which was odd coming from him.

"I'm going to get you a book of dad jokes," you joked weakly in return, still leaning against him as your heart slowly returning to normal. "Or-or science jokes. Something."

"I really am sorry."

You shook your head, looking up at him. "It's okay. But let's focus on finding the boys."

He tightened his grip for a moment before letting go. He turned, focusing on the blank wall, confusing you as he held his hand against the wall, but looking intently at his phone's display. But instead of asking, you kept silent and watched as he moved his hand along the seamless wall slowly.

Did he have some kind of tech in his glove? Considering who he was, your guess was that it was far more advanced than the shoulder-length rubber glove it looked like. It probably was able to scan all sorts of things.

"There's too much interference," Professor Membrane growled to himself, stuffing his phone away. You despaired for a moment, maybe he hadn't been joking after all, when he pulled the glove off his arm.

Oh. Oh.

Your silence becamed stunned at his prosthetic arm. The intricate finger joints moved silently and fluidly as he searched the panel. There was a small blip of green light against the white, and the panels slid apart the reveal an electrical panel.

"Well aren't you a beauty. Look at this work, Mx Nemo. Someone put a lot of time and care into wiring this. But…" The Professor's tone shifted for awe into dubious. "These flux capacitors are overkill for a simple elevator. The energy transmitting through these rival that of Membrane Labs. Why would a convention center need this kind of energy?"

"What did our boys get into this time?" You swore softly. This was not what you had imagined when you realized the pair had wandered off. Unfortunately, it was right up their alley nevertheless.

You missed Professor Membrane's glance at your (unintentional) choice of words. "They'll be fine," he tried to assure. "Between their intelligence and tenacity, I estimate that the chances of them being grievously harmed is less than twenty-five percent."

Those were good odds, right? You tried to convince yourself it was, but that fear and worry continued to gnaw at your stomach.

Thankfully, before you could worry to much, the doors opened, revealing another long hallway, the same bright white walls lining the hallway. Professor Membrane led the way, his phone still blinking with Dib's location.

The place was a maze, with the hallways twisting and turning, each one looking the same. You would have been lost a thousand times over.

After a few twists and turns, you could hear someone speaking in a forign language, only for Zim's unmistakable laughter to abruptly interrupt.

"You idiots! You dare try to intimidate the mighty Zim?! Ha! I'm Irken's greatest invader! Bow and tremble in fear! Tremble!"

There was more chattering as you and Professor Membrane tried to hurry. He was quickly outpacing you with those long legs of his, virtually forcing you into a run.

Whatever you expected, it wasn't Professor Membrane suddenly stopping and subsequently crashing into his back. "Well, that is...quite unexpected."

You peeked around him and paled at the aight.

Were those...koalas? Six feet tall, fuzzy grey and white with large eyes that stared directly back at you. You numbly noted the futuristic armour protecting their chest and limbs as they briefly raised on their back legs and bared their teeth in a snarl.

Koalas...did not have sharp spiky teeth. Nor were they as tall as you were. Or decked out with weapons.

"Dad! Mx. Nemo!" Dib's voice cut through your astonishment. Relief swept briefly through you as you affrimed that both boys seemed unharmed.

Then the not-koalas roared something that sounded like a foreign language towards Dib and Zim. The not-Koalas pointed weapons at both the children as well as you and Professor Membrane.

"You dare call the might Zim a liar?!" Zim spat back while Dib paled slightly. Mechanical spider-like appendages unfolded from Zim's backpack, two supporting the boy into the air while the points of the other two sizzled with red electricity. "You dare threaten the mighty Zim's Tallest?!"

"Boys!" You shouted, moving towards them only to have the Professor shove you behind him, his gloves virtually disintegrating, revealing both arms were robotic prosthetics, and vibrating with white energy.

"Children, get behind me." Membrane commanded firmly.

Zim hissed, "Invaders do not hide! We destroy those before us!"

"You're not an invader anymore!" Dib argued. "You're one of us now!" Zim's response was just a sibilant hiss.

"I am so confused," you admitted from behind Membrane, peering behind him. Space Koalas. Robotic arms and spider limbs.

"I think we must be having a relapsing hallucination from memebraclets." Membrane admitted, though he sounded really doubtful.

"Yeah, I still doubt that was the real story," you said distractedly. "I never had one or was around it, and I still remember everything too clearly."

"Well, with the only other explanation would be that were actually intelligent life, and we went through multiple wormholes and possibly even a blackhole. Which is scientifically impossible."

"Aliens are real, dad!" Dib interjected loudly, gesturing to the non-koalas. "This is real! Not a crazy dream! They are here to abduct the smartest, most imaginative children to use as computers!"

"Their disgusting habits are known through the galaxy," Zim spat. "They deserve to be obliterated from exsistance."

"We were trying to convince them to leave peacefully." Dib stressed.

You were so confused. You had started looking for them expecting they had wandered off exploring or getting into trouble.

But. Aliens. So absolutely alien. The implications that this summer was real. The red sky with planets hanging heavy in the sky. The alien ships. The endless void of a black hole.

Feeling like you were being ripped apart atom by atom and compressed into an infinitely small point at the same time.

"It was real?" You whispered.

"No. No, it couldn't be real," Professor Membrane stated firmly, shaking his head. "This can't be real. It's scientifically impossible. We would have seen signs, discovered radio signals, something." There was a desperate denial in his tone as Membrane clenched his fists.

The alien-koalas made a noise that sounded like a laugh, interspersed with guttural clicks and growls. Zim snickered while Dib protested. "What?! Are you serious? All of that was a joke? You've been purposely avoiding humans?!"

"Well, to the intelligent beings of this quadrant, you aren't exactly that sharp. Playing with lesser beings is quite amusing," Zim chimed with a snicker, only adding to the confusion.

Dib had accused him at first of being an alien… but surelt not. Surely not. "No. No way." You hadn't befriended and taught an alien for that several months.

Yet it was making so much sense. The advanced knowledge, being abandoned. The technology. Dib was the son of the world's most intelligent man, but Zim…

Or was this actually a dream and that's why it was making sense? It felt so real, but didn't all dreams? You were so confused and torn, and you had the feeling Membrane next to you was just as lost judging by his stiff posture and heavy silence.

Just...just focus on what was important, and leave all those questions for later. Whether it was a dream or not, you had to focus on the here and now and worry about the implications afterwards.

"Leave them alone," you commanded with more bravery than you felt as you stepped forward, away from the protective form of Professor Membrane. You heard him whisper your name, quiet enough you were sure that it was an unintentional slip. You squared your shoulders and glared with as much authority as you could muster. "You leave those boys alone and leave this planet."

The alien-koalas growled, clicking their teeth.

"You dare threaten my Tallest!" Zim hissed, the energy at the end of his mech-spider legs flaring and threatening to fire. "You dare threaten the mighty Mx. Nemo?"

"Hallucination or not, I cannot allow harm to come to my son, his friend, or Mx. Nemo."

There was something encouraging about being flanked by a tall, broad-shouldered scientist with two mechanical arms whirring as they powered up, and a possible alien with lasers. Dib seemed to feel the same as he stepped between you and his father, looking rather stern faced as well.

Except, instead of being threatened, the alien-koalas just chittered, a mocking kind of chittering that set your nerves on edge.

The place erupted into laser fire. There was no time to think, only react. You grabbed Dib and pulled him behind the sturdy frame of his father, protecting him as best as you could. Sparks and fires erupted as energy blasts landed all around the control room.

"Get out of here!" Professor Membrane shouted. The way you came was clear, so you dragged Dib with you towards the corridor.

"Zim! Come on!" You and Dib shouted once you reached to safety of the corridor.

"Invaders don't run away!" He snarled back, zapping the control panel which burst with a shower of sparks.

"You're not an Invader, you're my student!"

That made Zim pause, and it was all the Professor needed. He fired a shot rather reminiscent of an anime character before grabbing one of Zim's robotic legs and yanked the boy off balance and towards the corridor. He tumbled, the legs retreating into his pak, and before he recovered, you plucked him off the ground, holding him as if he was half his (assumed???) age as you ran down the hall, barely aware of where you were going. All you cared about was getting away from the cacophony of explosions and making sure Dib was keeping up beside you.

Shortly, however, he too was scooped up as Professor Membrane caught up with you. "This way!" He commanded, turning a corner. "Their systems are more volatile than anticipated."

"It's possible we may have activated the self-destruct," Zim said, holding on to you while looking behind. "Or that they did, realizing they had been defeated by the mighty Zim!"

"Not sure we won this one," Dib chimed. You were inclined to agree with him, but it was taking all you have to keep with the Professor's pace while carrying Zim. Your legs and lungs burned, but you kept pushing yourself harder.

Thankfully, there was another corner and the elevator appeared. Or at least an elevator. You all but collapsed against the wall while Membrane jammed the call button.

Except the doors opened to reveal a void instead of the blinding white elevator from before. "Where's the elevator?"

"Not above us," was Professor's answer as he peered into the darkness. "And neither can I detect it below us. I'm not sure if I possess enough power to carry all of us out…"

"Get the boys out," was your automatic response. Especially as you could both hear and feel explosions and fire creeping closer. You tried not to think of what was going to happen to you, and focused on the students safety. The innocent people above. "Just--get them out. Evacuate the building."

Professor Membrane looked back at you, managing to convey his concern. "I find myself wanting to reject that idea despite the fact it's logical."

"We are not leaving you," Dib agreed with his father.

"You humans are disgustingly stupid sometimes," Zim growled as he extended his spiderlegs once more and grabbed Dib. "I trust you can at least carry Mx. Nemo?"

"I-I'm not sure about this," Dib panicked, but Zim neither gave him nor Professor Membrane time to say anything before jumping into the void, the spindly robotic legs quivering as they caught both his and Dib's weight before skittering upwards like a true spider.

"This hallucination is stranger than the last."

"God, I hope this is a crazy dream," you agreed before another explosion drew closer. This felt so real that you didn't have the courage to test out that theory.

Yet, at the same time, you weren't sure what Professor Membrane's plan was, and you were too nervous to ask.

"Right dream or not," Professor turned towards you, arms open. "Shall we?"

"Er…" was your very eloquent response as you stepped closer.

"I haven't carried anyone besides my children, so I do apologize in advance," was his response before suddenly lifting you up, one hand bracing your back and the other beneath your knees as he held you close.

Your squeak turned into a scream as he stepped into the elevator shaft, dropping sharply. There was a click and suddenly you were shooting upwards. All you could do was clutch to Professor Membrane's neck and bury your head into his shoulder, barely aware of him gripping you a little tighter in response.

After what felt like forever, the ascent slowed. You looked up and saw the faint light shining from the elevator doors that had been forcibly pried open. Emergency lights strobed, the sirens overwhelmed as by yelling and screaming in the Expo building as people hurried for the exits.

Professor Membrane set you down, though his hand quickly grasped yours as you both made your way towards where the boys were. They were hard to miss, considering Zim’s mad cackle and the Rover drove circles around them, fire erupting from one of his robotic arms.

“Really?” you panted as you reached the pair, gasping for breath. Rover stopped, the fire cutting off quickly. You weren’t even sure who your exclamation was pointed at, but Dib only gave a half hearted shrug as patted the Rover on its head.

“We didn’t know how else to evacuate everyone. They were all standing around even after we pulled the fire alarm.”

“Now they run in fear of the mighty Zim! And Dib!” Zim was quick to tack on as soon as the other boy glanced at him.

“I think this conversation would best be continued outside,” Professor Membrane interrupted before Dib could respond. The phone that had tracked Dib was now emitting a shrill alarm of its own. “This structure is highly likely to collapse from the impending seismic activity.”

The ground rumbled beneath your feet, faint at first but quickly growing until you were having to hold on to Professor Membrange to keep from falling over.

“Run!”

Dust and debris rained down as you tried to navigate your way out of the expo center, through the maze of long abandoned science projects. IF it wasn;t for the fact Professor hadn’t let go of your hand as he more or less dragged you behind him, you were sure you would have gotten lost. Though, you could faintly make out the light flashing off Zim’s robotic spider legs as he raced over the displays, and the Rover, carrying Dib, weaving through the tables like it was nothing.

The doors opened to a sunny afternoon, yet the chaos had spread outside. People were scattering everywhere, panicked screams and crying filling the air. The tremors were becoming noticible further and further away from the building, to the points cracks were forming in the pavement under your feet.

A large one in particular formed that Professor Membrane just easily strided over with his long legs, but instinct quickly stopped you in your tracks as it screamed you wouldn't make it. Your hand slipped from his and you slid to a stop, harshly landing on you butt.

The crack just kept growing larger and larger, steam, or maybe it was smoke, escaping with a hiss.

"Mx. Nemo!" All three boys called out, having quickly noted your absence. They were moments away from taking the leap themselves. That was all the encouragement you needed. You backed up a few steps before rushing forward and jumping over the gap.

And, as you feared, you didn't make it. You felt yourself fall before you could reach the other edge, just shy of brushing the jagged rock. Below you could feel heat rise from whatever was exploding below to cause the mock-earthquake.

Several somethings grabbed you from mid air, yanking you up and slamming you against the concrete on the other side before you could scream.

You blinked as Zim's spider legs retreated and the three looked down at you. "Ow."

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darsynia · 11 months

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Nearer, My God, to Thee | Stony | Chapter 3

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Written for @zaramel as a part of @tonysbirthdaygala

Summary: Steve Rogers appreciated his unexpected promotion to Fourth Officer-- until it became clear that it was more about being a novelty American-born officer of the White Star Line than it was about his skill at the job. After another frustrating shift attending to First Class, he was rescued by the devilishly handsome Tony Stark, a notoriously brilliant troublemaker annoyed by his own role as the most tempting eligible bachelor on the ship.

Stark suggested a mutually beneficial agreement-- Steve would stand as a duty-borne chaperone to Tony's worst tendencies, thus saving Steve from endless hours of small talk in First Class. As soon as they shook on it, however, both realized their partnership carried much more potential. Length/Warnings: 3,951 words // D/s themes, sexual situations For @the-slumberparty prompt: "I'm the reason you're still alive"

Tags: @chickensarentcheap @linnadhiell @sobeautifullyobsessed @ronearoundblindly

Excerpt: A thought occurred, one that Tony had planted knowingly in his head. Steve didn’t know if he could even do it, and if he did, whether he'd do it right, but if he wanted to try. If he was going to do it at all, it needed to be now, before someone came by and saw them.

Steve moved one hand from where it was clutching Tony’s collar, sliding it along Tony’s arm along with the other, which had shifted away from Tony’s hip. Once both were close to the other man’s wrists, Steve pushed them back against the gate behind them in a sudden movement, catching the decorative twists of metal with his fingers to anchor himself.

Then he lifted his head from the kiss and said sternly, “Finish the sentence.”

Tony’s legs gave out for a few seconds, and Steve caught him with his hips, leading Tony to throw his head back against the gate and let out a deep, satisfied groan.

“This,” he managed, chest heaving. “You are the most pure form of temptation of anyone I’ve ever met, I hope you know that. All the money in the world, and I couldn’t buy you, could I?”

Chapter Three: Angels to beckon me

Steve left Tony at eleven to report to the bridge. Captain Smith himself was there, and while the signals office sent up a few missives for Smith to look over, overall things were clear and uneventful. When the captain left to enjoy lunch, Lieutenant Wilde took over for him. Wilde liked things quieter than most, so the idle chatter that the rest of them had been engaging in died down.

That chatter had been useful in one important respect; it had helped Steve stay focused on the job at hand, instead of thinking about Tony. The kiss they had shared had been explosive in all respects, particularly the definition that involved the innards of something being violently exposed to great force. He’d very rarely felt so strongly about someone he’d just met. Somehow his skin and sense of duty was keeping him in one piece, but it was a very near thing.

He wanted to kiss Tony again.

He wanted to learn more about those ‘smudged lines.’

Just thinking about that gave Steve a forbidden kind of thrill. Their conversation had shifted to more mundane things after Tony’s imprecation to save the use of his first name, but throughout, there had been an undercurrent of explanation. Howard Stark was controlling and distant, appearing proud of his son around everyone but that son himself. Always, there had been an uncertainty of when Tony’s actions would result in mediocre praise or vehement censure.

In short, Tony had been left with a desire for order, reason, and now as an adult, he sought permission to engage in, as he’d described it, a particular kind of obedience. Steve had worried aloud that his own happy, loving childhood left him without the skills to relate to Tony’s experience in a useful way, but was quickly reassured that wasn’t the case.

“People come at these things from all angles,” Tony had said. He’d even suggested that it was quite possible his own ‘reasoning’ was borne out of a need to explain himself, and that he’d have liked those sorts of things anyway.

Steve had shyly requested a definition of ‘those sorts of things.’

Even standing as he was on the flagship of the White Star Line, looking out across the mighty north sea, Steve still felt like a simple Brooklyn boy when contemplating what Tony had described. He’d never imagined a world of such extremes was possible, much less that they could be enjoyed.

Still, the light in Tony’s eyes as he’d spoken about them had stirred something in Steve. He felt a powerful sense that if this charismatic, fascinating man was going to be involved in something that required him to be vulnerable like that, Steve wanted to be at the other end of it, protecting him. Pleasing him. Being the source of his joyful cries.

“Are you quite well, Rogers?”

Steve started in surprise, but nodded quickly. “My apologies, sir.”

“Not at all,” Wilde said.

The moment was a wake-up call that those thoughts weren’t appropriate for the workplace. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, Steve was fixated on Tony. He supposed that made an odd sort of sense, given the words he’d spoken just before he left:

“I’ve spent every waking hour on this ship looking forward to my bridge duty. Today, I wish it were already past, and we could have that time for ourselves. That’s the effect you have on me, Stark.”

The pleased look on Tony’s face still warmed Steve from within. Still, these preoccupations were causing concern and distraction, so he resolved to put Tony Stark from his mind for the rest of his time on the bridge.

That lasted all of twenty minutes.

It began with a knock on the bridge door, which was unusual in itself. Steve moved to answer, only to be confronted with the younger Stark on the other side. Tony was wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit, shades darker than his signature handkerchief.

Propriety demanded that Steve act as officer, not friend. “Mr. Stark, can we be of service in any way?”

The impish man’s lips twitched into a sardonic smile. “I dearly hope so. May I come in?”

“That would be highly irregu--” Steve was interrupted by Tony’s hand on his shoulder as he leaned in to give a jaunty salute to the others in the bridge. “Forgive me, sirs, but I find all of this deeply fascinating. You may know that my father thinks I’m an irredeemable degenerate--”

“By all means, straighten yourself and come in. Should we hit a swell…” Lieutenant Wilde said, a little wild about the eyes, appropriately enough.

“Thank you, good sir,” Tony said graciously, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before letting go. In a strange way, this situation felt different than breakfast had, even though Tony had acted outrageously both times. His lack of petulant disrespect was marked.

Steve wondered if it was meant to be instructive.

“As I was saying, Dear old Dad requested this paragon of duty to keep an eye on me, and I find myself at loose ends. Might I steal him back early?”

The sound of a choir mixed with alarm bells rang out in Steve’s head. Wouldn’t this behavior expose their affinity? Was he meant to object, and prevent such an occurrence?

“Well, Rogers?” Wilde said. He stood between Tony and Steve, his expression hidden from the other man, but as usual, his stoic nature didn’t reveal much.

“Truthfully, sir, I value my bridge time. I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

“I sensed that might be his answer,” Tony said. As Steve watched, confused, his eyes lit up and he clasped his hands in front of himself like a pleased inventor. “What of this: once his shift is complete, could I commission Rogers for a more extensive tour of the ship? I promise you that the Stark name would never find its way onto ships such as these, but I have always wanted to see the engine room of a behemoth like Titanic.” Tony sidled over to Wilde with a conspiratorial expression, speaking quietly as though the others in the bridge weren’t a captive audience. “My status is such that it would likely stress out your crew were I to take such a tour on myself, you see.”

“That sounds reasonable, sir,” Wilde conceded.

“It’s settled then! Best gird yourself with patience, Rogers!” Tony crowed, bounding over to the door and seeing himself out in a bustle of manic energy.

Blinking as though stunned, Wilde said, “That man is certainly exuberant.”

Steve found himself practically speechless. In one smooth move, Tony had secured the two of them the ostensible run of the ship for the rest of the day, while also giving the distinct impression that such a task would be more work for Steve than multiple bridge shifts. He’d also given Steve the chance to express enjoyment in doing his duty in front of someone to whom that would matter, and perhaps be remembered.

Notwithstanding the dynamics man to man, that was the kind of power Steve wished to wield, in his professional life.

Once Steve was turned loose from his duties and went looking for Tony, he discovered that Stark was deep in a business conversation in the First Class smoking room, along with his father and some other prominent names.

It was impossible not to wonder if Tony had sought out Steve’s company earlier in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, one of the birds being the chance to avoid that exact meeting. Instead of dwelling on it, he went to check on the status of his laundry in case he would be expected to attend First Class dinner again that evening.

Only one of his roommates was in their quarters when he came back with a crisp white shirt freshly ironed. Steve was arranging it on the hanger when there came a knock on the door.

His roommate called out a greeting, and the door opened. It was Tony, dressed as before.

“Had a bit of an adventure in search of you, which is good, because that meeting was such a bore I may never struggle to sleep for the rest of my life!” he said, slumping against the door frame. “Please say there’s time for that tour before I need to dress for dinner?”

Steve checked his pocketwatch, careful to keep his hand steady. The time was just before four-thirty in the afternoon. “Looks to be. How about we start in the more grimy areas? Gives you a chance to clean up before dinner, make a good impression.”

“Perfect,” Tony said, looking down at his (admittedly still very expensive) suit.

“Best change yours then, Stevie-boy,” the room’s other occupant piped up. “If you get anything on that borrowed uniform, you’ll be finding yourself a stoker, right quick!”

“True,” he said. Inwardly, his heartbeat sped up. There wasn’t anything improper about changing around other men, of course, unless you knew how much one of those other men looked forward to watching, that was. It couldn’t be helped. He decided that Tony would forgive him if Steve avoided catching his eyes during the quick swap-over, and that proved to be a good plan, given the coughing fit Tony started to suffer from, midway.

Tony was subdued through most of their convoluted journey down into the depths of the ship. Steve had opted for his civilian clothes but with his dark navy uniform jacket from years back. It was just enough of a signifier that he belonged where he was going, but didn’t involve getting any of his important articles of clothing dirty-- which was definitely an option.

Steve snuck a glance at Tony, finally feeling uneasy about the other man’s almost studied silence through the makeshift tour so far. It wasn’t that he seemed disinterested in what Steve was explaining, it was that the impudent spark that often seemed to drive him was missing. Steve showed Tony the signal room, waving to Harold Bride but leaving quickly, as the telegraphist appeared to be quite busy. From there, they passed the sea post office on the way down one more level to the boiler rooms.

Tony seemed more interested there, and his manner was easygoing and charismatic as usual, setting the workmen at ease with jokes and stories. Still, when they’d spent probably far too much time in the space, both sweaty, their skin collecting the ambient grime of the area, Tony fell silent again as they started back up toward more ‘civilized’ spaces. Steve’s instincts about Tony’s demeanor felt almost selfish, conceited, even. Had Tony liked seeing Steve change clothes? Was his mind as consumed with Steve as Steve’s own thoughts had been about him, on the bridge?

Finally, they came upon an empty corridor, the first since they’d descended so far down. Tony’s hand flew out toward Steve’s chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt and dragging him backwards toward a gated alcove guarding a dis-used set of stairs. Once out of view of the hallway, Tony yanked Steve toward him, and the collision of their bodies made a horribly loud noise against the locked metal gate.

Steve couldn’t begin to care, though, because Tony’s insistent hand was at the back of his neck, and then they were kissing frantically, setting fire to each other with tongue and touch.

“You didn’t hesitate, you couldn’t hesitate. Fuck, Steve, that was--” Tony mouthed against his lips, voice rough. Steve exulted in his own head, loving how affected Tony was, loving how affected it was making him. “In my head we’re already--” Tony added, breaking off to pull Steve closer with strength that made the action all the more exciting. He wanted to hear the rest, but couldn't bear to stop.

A thought occurred, one that Tony had planted knowingly in his head. Steve didn’t know if he could even do it, and if he did, whether he'd do it right, but if he wanted to try. If he was going to do it at all, it needed to be now, before someone came by and saw them.

Then he lifted his head from the kiss and said sternly, “Finish the sentence.”

Tony’s legs gave out for a few seconds, and Steve caught him with his hips, leading Tony to throw his head back against the gate and let out a deep, satisfied groan.

“This,” he managed, chest heaving. “You are the most pure form of temptation of anyone I’ve ever met, I hope you know that. All the money in the world, and I couldn’t buy you, could I?”

His tone was low, as though it took great effort to be articulate, and Steve sympathized, he really did. Something about Tony’s reaction made him feel both triumphant and conscientious, like giving Tony too much of what he wanted was irresponsible, that it was his job to protect him. That protecting him would be as satisfying as watching Tony come apart under his hands, someday.

“I have to earn you,” Tony whispered.

Steve wanted to feel Tony’s hands on him again. He wanted to keep Tony pinned and kiss him till his legs really did give out-- but was his response really an answer? Something told him this was the charcoal smudge, the boundary push, the crossed line. Whether Tony meant to or not, he was testing him.

“Spell it out, Stark,” Steve said, allowing himself to stroke his thumb along the side of one of Tony’s imprisoned hands. He used Tony’s last name on purpose, and it worked exactly as he’d hoped it would. The tension between them thickened, lengthened, and Tony’s dark brown eyes regarded him with respect and maybe even a little avarice.

“In my head, we’re past the first times. Almost like we know each other by instinct, instead of experience.” Tony rocked his hips, and Steve’s shift of surprise lined them up in just the right way, clothed erection to clothed erection. “You knew just what to say.”

“I pictured what your reaction might be, and I couldn’t resist,” Steve whispered.

In the hallway, a door opened and shut, and they heard footsteps. Immediately, Steve gentled his grip on Tony and stepped back, staying close enough in case he still had trouble with balance. It felt right, even more right when Tony grabbed his hand and, standing behind Steve and mostly out of sight, bent over to kiss the back of it with all the fervor of a fifteenth century knight.

“After dinner, we’re coming back down here, right?” Tony whispered, seconds after the steward piled high with mail bags walked past their alcove without looking over.

“Yes.”

Dinner was interminable. Neither of them dared look at each other much for the first half, until Howard Stark remarked on the occurrence. Tony spent the next twenty minutes regaling their table about a completely imaginary experience the two of them had in the boiler room. It involved a stoker taking offense to something Tony said, and Steve having to use diplomacy to keep the man and his fellow workers from laying their filthy hands on Tony’s favorite white dinner jacket.

Steve was mortified, but had to admit once Tony was done that it had been a compelling story that humanized the stokers as a little twist toward the end of it. Once again, he was impressed by Stark’s ability to take a moment and bend it to his will.

Hours after they excused themselves from the company of Tony’s fellow First Class men, Steve was reminded of the phrase ‘bent to his will.’ By then, Tony had spoken more about what he wanted for the two of them, had explained that it was only from outside that it looked like one man was in total control. That in fact, often times it is the more submissive of the pair who, by virtue of being the one most obviously vulnerable, holds a certain sort of sway over how events unfold.

Most importantly, though, Tony had said he wanted to know where Steve’s boundaries lay, what he liked, what he didn’t like. That had led the two of them where they were now, the forepeak storeroom on E deck, a place no one should bother them so late at night (even so, Steve had locked the door. The sound of a crewmember jingling his keys would give at least a modicum of warning, if they were to be discovered).

Tony’s demeanor changed quite a lot once Steve locked the door. With his big brown eyes he asked to get on his knees and have Steve try out giving him orders, ones angled toward teaching Tony what he liked, what gave him pleasure.

Steve fell back against the back wall and just looked at Tony. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt, and as Steve tried to remember how to breathe, Tony slowly undid his white tie, letting it fall loosely around his neck. He started forward.

“You’ll get your trousers dirty,” Steve said. He'd probably get everything dirty, down here. This was not a First Class place.

As though he’d hit a wall, Tony spun around, marched back where he came from, and faced Steve again. He re-tied his tie, then squared his shoulders and made eye contact as he untied it again.

Steve felt like he was being filled with desire from the toes up. He’d be completely insane for Tony by the time this mad wanting of him reached his waist, and once his lungs were subsumed, there would be no going back.

“I should make you walk back again just so I can watch you do it,” he muttered.

Tony’s expression turned decidedly smug, but he kept his slow advance on Steve’s position. The words bent to his will resounded in his head, and then he had it. Steve leaned over and snagged an empty canvas bag, noting quickly that it seemed to be cleaner than the actual floor of the place. He threw it down at his feet.

“You asked me what I like? I like to avoid making extra work for others. Kneel on that.”

Tony’s grin broadened, and he nodded. When he was close enough, he touched his palm to Steve’s chest and used him as leverage to kneel, catching the fingers of that hand on his belt.

Bent to his will. “Undo the buckle.” It wouldn’t take any time at all for him to be fully erect, not with the promise on Tony’s face. Every single American and British swear word crossed Steve’s mind as he held himself up against the wall, watching Tony make short work of his trousers. It wasn’t until he folded the pants fabric back and tugged on Steve’s undergarment that he realized he hadn’t said to. “You sneaky bastard, you’re going to have me objecting to going farther than I instructed, aren’t you?”

Tony lifted an eyebrow. Steve wanted his mouth so badly he almost demanded just that, but those blasted words were a blessing and a curse. Tony was bending them around each other.

“Undo the first three buttons of your shirt.”

There was no wiping off the smug appreciation on Tony’s face as he obeyed. Steve realized belatedly that he was getting credit for something he hadn’t intended; Tony needed both hands for this. A punishment and a reward.

Suddenly, he couldn’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. That was a punishment and a reward as well, wasn’t it? Tony seemed to enjoy teasing.

“I need your mouth on me, now,” Steve said, only just barely keeping the whine out of his voice.

“Yes,” Tony growled, expertly unleashing him and leaning forward, one large hand steadying himself on Steve’s now bare hip. He took in several inches immediately, drawing back to look up for approval.

“Very good, continue,” Steve managed in a strangled voice. He kept himself from making further noise only by clenching his hands around anything that wasn’t Tony he could find.

Over the next minutes, Steve dented several boxes as Tony used his hands, tongue, and his throat to completely destroy Steve for anyone else, all while looking up at him with the most expressive brown eyes Steve had ever seen. It was all he could do to issue any instructions at all, and he was beyond the ability to make them sound like he was anything but putty in Tony Stark’s capable, clever hands.

“Tell me to swallow, Steve,” Tony said, using a tone that broke through the pleasure haze. “I want to.”

“Swallow, oh please,” Steve blurted out, already coming.

Tony was sitting back on his heels with his own pants unzipped and bulging when Steve finished remembering who he was, where he was, and who he was with.

“Holy hell, Stark,” he said, catching himself too late to correct to the first name. Tony didn’t look disappointed, though he did look pained. “I forgot to continue with the--” Steve gestured vaguely downward, meaning the commands, the control, any balance of knowing what Tony needed out of the encounter. He didn’t know how to phrase it, given that he’d probably lost about half of his vocabulary in a blaze of glory just now.

“Oh, don’t worry. I learned a lot.” Tony reached up, and Steve helped him to his feet. Before he understood what was happening, Tony was pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning him with it, before putting his trousers and belt to rights again.

“You don’t have to--” Steve started, but Tony was pulling him into a warm kiss, close-mouthed until Steve himself initiated something deeper. The respect inherent in that was so powerful that Steve reached down to cup Tony outside his clothing.

“Fuck, yes. I like everything. I like you. I want this, yes, yes,” Tony babbled against his lips, angling himself to give Steve more access.

“Everything?” Steve asked, reaching past his waistband for a long stroke.

“E.J. Smith could walk through that door and I would gladly give him a show right now. Your hand, ahhhhh.”

Tony’s enthusiasm was a powerful motivator, and if it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t fully paid off his new uniform trousers and wouldn’t until they docked in New York, Steve would have dropped to his own knees, canvas bag or not. It had been forever since he’d gotten to touch any cock but his own, and never had he been in intimate contact with someone he cared about as much as he already cared for Tony Stark. Tony was lightning in his hands, vital, vocal, valuable.

Somewhere below them, an alarm went off, but Steve barely heard it. His eyes were shut, arm working, their kiss becoming more and more sloppy as the two of them worked in tandem to send Tony over the edge.

“Steve, look at me, your eyes, I want to see--” Tony said brokenly. He’d been babbling praise and curses between kisses, hands grabbing at Steve in a way certain to bruise, but Steve did what was asked, locking onto the liquid-brown joy in Tony’s eyes just as he shuddered in Steve's arms.

The very next second, there was a wrenching tremor, as though the ship had struck something and, unable to stop, dragged across it.

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Chapter 7 - Confession

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairings - Liam x Maxwell, Drake x Riley

Synopsis- Since childhood, Liam has held a terrible secret that even he doesn't know about. As the years go by, he suspects more and more that there is something wrong with him. Can he put his life together and find happiness?

A/N - This story is a bit different than what I usually write.. Ok a LOT different. Some terrible things have happened during Liam's life.. But the story isn’t without humor or joy. I swear it’s not all bad! The characters are still canon in the sense of their whole overall personalities, but of course there are several changes to fit the story.

Series Warnings- oh so many: language, drinking, violence, sexual assault, abuse, murder, homophobia, bullying, mentions of suicide.. Also there will be lemons in some chapters.

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Chapter 7 - Confession

Liam’s heart was beating double time as they followed Riley down the long hallway into the library. Drake was staring intently at a computer screen with his hand over his mouth.

Nobody moved, just staring at Drake in silence until he looked up. Drake swallowed hard as he looked into Liam’s eyes. “Have you ever heard of homicidal sleepwalking?”

“No way.” Liam gaped at Drake. “That can’t be a real thing.”

Drake nodded, reading the computer screen in the Beaumont’s library. “Homicidal sleepwalking. It’s right here.”

Liam walked around the computer and peered over Drake's shoulder. “What the actual fuck?” He said quietly as he skimmed over the article. There was a gruesome drawing of a man standing over someone holding a knife to their throat, that made Liam’s stomach churn.

“What does it say?” Maxwell asked, his brow knit with worry.

Drake cleared his throat and glanced up at Liam, who was still reading over his shoulder. “Um, well it’s extremely rare. There have only been around eighty cases documented, and even then some experts don’t believe it’s legit. It can also be linked to dissociative identity disorder.”

“What does that mean?” Max said, eyeing Drake cautiously. He was pretty sure, but hoped he was wrong.

“Um.. it’s like having multiple personalities.” Drake paused, noticing the look of panic on Maxwell’s face. “I mean, it’s not for sure. And Liam has only ever seemed like.. Liam. But it might explain why he doesn't remember doing any of that.”

Liam was frozen, not even reading the screen anymore, but staring at it trying to process what he had just read.

“There are a list of symptoms for homicidal sleepwalking.” Drake said hesitantly to Liam. “Did you know you were a sleepwalker, Li?”

Liam shrugged. “I think so... I mean, I figured that’s how I got outside all those times I woke up in a strange place. But how do you.. kill someone when you’re asleep?!”

Drake continued reading. “It says they have no memory of the event.. I mean, there are several different public cases here that went to trial.”

Liam dropped down into a chair beside Drake, placing his forehead against the table. “I’m insane. I deserve to be in a mental institution.”

“Liam..” Maxwell said sadly. “We know what it is, at least. Now we can figure out how to stop it.”

“How?!” Liam's head shot up. “What if I do have multiple personalities? Or if I’m a homicidal sleepwalker? You can't make someone stop sleepwalking!”

“Maybe you can!” Max looked more upset than Liam had ever seen him. “We’ll figure it out!”

“Drake.” Liam turned to him and spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Can you stop someone from being a homicidal sleepwalker?”

Drake stammered as he looked back at the screen. “I-I mean.. There’s not really anything here that says-”

“Exactly!” Liam stood up quickly, knocking his chair backwards onto the floor. “I’m fucked up, Max! You are the only one in the world who can’t see it! I mean, look at Drake and Riley. They look horrified!”

“Liam, no we don't-” Riley started but Liam cut her off.

“You’re all thinking it! ‘Liam is a fucking monster.. A serial killer’!” Liam couldn't stop himself from lashing out. “Well you’re right! I might as well go down to the police station right now and turn myself in! Or maybe just throw myself in front of a fucking train!”

“Liam, shut the fuck up!!” Maxwell yelled, causing everyone's jaw to drop simultaneously. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth!”

Liam just stared in shock. No one had ever heard Maxwell yell before, and it was slightly terrifying.

“Sit down!” Max yelled sternly, and Liam obeyed.

Maxwell took a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked at Liam. “If this is what you have.. What you’ve done.. Then yes, you have done some terrible shit. But you know what? That wasn’t you. That’s not the Liam who we all know and love. That’s not the Liam who, despite being royalty, would literally give the shirt off of his back to someone in need. That’s not the Liam who stayed awake with me all night when we were kids and I got scared. That’s not the Liam who comes running at the drop of a hat when one of his friends needs something. That’s not the Liam who volunteers at homeless shelters and visits sick kids in the hospital.” Maxwell sighed, as his anger was giving way to sadness. “That’s not the Liam who I fell in love with a little more each day over the last twenty years.”

Liam covered his mouth, feeling like all of the oxygen had just been sucked out of his body.

Maxwell put his hands on Liam’s shoulders and bent down to get eye level with him. As he looked into Liam’s eyes he spoke softly. “This. This is the real Liam.”

Liam bit his lip to stop it from trembling as he held Maxwell’s gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.

“You don't have to say anything.” Maxwell spoke quietly. “I just wanted you to know.”

With that, Maxwell left the room. Riley was crying as she watched Liam, and even Drake looked like he was teary eyed.

Liam stared at the floor, as the three of them sat in silence. “I think I need to be alone for a bit,” he spoke flatly before glancing up at Drake and Riley. They both nodded and Liam made his way out of the library. He walked without knowing where he was going. His body was numb, and the only thing he felt was keeping him alive was the confession from Maxwell. The warmth that bloomed in his chest when he realized that he felt the same way, caused his heart to flutter and break at the same time. Liam realized that he had spent more than half of his life falling in love with one of his best friends. But also, that meant that he could have hurt him.. he could still hurt him. And that thought was more than he could bear. Liam knew what he had to do. For Maxwell.. For all of his friends. He had to leave.

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Drake and Riley made their way upstairs to the bedroom they were staying in at Ramsford. Drake put his arm around his wife as she sniffed sadly.

“Poor Liam.” Riley spoke softly.

“I know. I can't even believe it.” Drake shook his head, still in shock from the revelations they all discovered that day.

“How did no one ever notice anything? It seems like every time he said it happened he was around other people.. How did he creep out like that and leave no evidence or anything behind?”

Drake just shook his head, then his eyes widened as he remembered something. “That camping trip when we were teenagers.. I remember walking out in the woods to pee and Liam was just sitting there looking like he had no idea where he was.” Drake shivered as his blood ran cold. “I bet he had just.. killed that guy. Oh shit.”

Riley wrapped her arms around his waist. “God.. How are you feeling?”

“I dont know.”

Riley spoke so softly, it was almost a whisper. “He could have killed you.”

Drake let out a devastated sigh. “I can't think that way right now.. I have to figure out how to help him.”

“We do. You know I’m a nosy bitch and Liam is my friend too.” Riley smiled sadly as her eyes met her husbands.

Drake gave her a soft smile and kissed her temple. “I love you, Ri.”

“I know you do.” She chuckled softly. “And I love you too, Drake.”

The two shared a quick kiss and Riley continued. “I think we need to check on Max first. I’ve never seen him upset like that.” Riley raised her eyebrow as she recalled his confession. “Also, he totally said he was in love with Liam.”

Drake nodded. “I think.. I knew that for a long time.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s just the way I’ve caught them looking at each other when they think the other isn't looking. I’m sure they’ve tried to hide it because they thought it would ruin our friendship or whatever.” Drake shook his head. “I hope I wasn’t the reason for it. I hope they didn’t think I would have tried to stop them, or that I’d think something was wrong with it.”

“I don’t think that’s it Drake. They know you’re not like that.”

Drake sighed sadly. “Let’s go talk to Max.”

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Maxwell lay on his stomach in his bed with his head under a pillow. What a horrible day. He sighed as he rolled over onto his back, placing the pillow back against his face. This was not the way he wanted to confess his feelings for Liam, but it just kinda happened. Liam was spiraling and Maxwell’s brain used the one thing he had been hiding for nearly his whole life, to try and cheer Liam up. Now he was worried that he just added more shit for Liam to stress about.

Maxwell slowly removed the pillow from his face as he heard a knock at his door. “Max.. Can we come in?” It was Riley. Of course it was. She was so sweet and always worried about everyone.

Max took a deep breath to prepare for whatever uncomfortable conversation was about to ensue. “Sure.”

Max was still laying flat on his back sprawled out on his mattress when Riley and Drake entered. Riley lay down next to Maxwell and put her head on his shoulder. “Hey, babes.” Riley said as she brushed back his hair.

“Hey.” Max said sadly, his lip beginning to tremble.

“Come here.” Riley wrapped her arms around him, and Maxwell curled up against her. He tried his best to hold it in, but the tears started again. She rubbed his back and held him as he sobbed against her. “It’s ok, Max.” Riley started to choke up as she spoke. “We’ll figure this out. Liam is just overwhelmed right now. But once he has some time to calm down and think, we’ll talk to him again and.. we’ll figure something out to help him.”

Max covered his face with one hand, the other still clinging to Riley like she was the only thing keeping him from sinking into an actual pit of despair. “But.. you heard him. You can’t stop a person from sleepwalking and.. killing people.” Maxwell's heart clenched as he said it. God, it was painful to think of sweet Liam doing something like that. But Maxwell had actually witnessed it first hand in Bertrand’s study. He had never seen Liam look that way before. The look of pure rage and hatred in his eyes. He actually looked like a killer. “And, god, I don’t know anything about multiple personalities.”

Drake spoke up. “I mean.. It won’t be easy, and I doubt he’ll go to a psychiatrist or anything because then he’d probably be arrested after.. Right? I don't know how patient confidentiality works.” Drake shook his head as he continued. “But we’ll figure it out. Hell, even if one of us has to handcuff his ass to the bed every night when he goes to sleep.”

“Kinky.” Max said with a small smile and Drake and Riley laughed, thankful for some relief from the tension in the room.

“I didn’t want to be the one to say it..” Drake looked at Riley and Maxwell ruefully. “..but all those people he killed.. I mean, they weren’t innocent.”

“Drake!” Riley’s eyes widened.

“What?! It’s always been people who have done horrible things! It’s not like they deserved to die or anything.. I’m just trying to look for the positives.” Drake visibly cringed, “Not that killing is a positive.. Oh fuck, just forget I said anything.”

“I know what you mean.” Max said sadly. “It makes us all feel a little better that he isn’t just killing random people.. That he wouldn’t have done it to one of us.”

Drake nodded, looking at the floor. “Wow, that’s actually exactly what I was thinking.”

“Don't sound so surprised. I’m not a total idiot.” Max smiled playfully, then dropped his head back down onto the bed. “Or maybe I am.. I think I only made things worse for Liam by pouring my heart out.”

Riley sat up, pulling Max with her so that they were sitting next to each other on the edge of the bed. She turned Maxwell’s face toward her and wiped the remaining tears from his cheeks, and fixed his hair. “There.” She pulled his face to her and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. “Now you’re good as new.”

“Thanks Ri.” Max smiled at her, his heart warming.

“Should I be worried right now?” Drake smirked as he watched the two of them.

“If I was straight, then totally.” Max laughed, giving Riley a hug as he spoke into her hair. “I would snatch you up so fast!”

“Same!” Riley said laughing, as she cupped Maxwell’s cheeks and nuzzled her nose against his.

“Ok, I was joking at first, but now I am feeling a little jealous.”

“Oh, Drake.” Riley stood giving him a kiss. “There, now you get one too.”

Drake chuckled, “But, you just kissed Max.. So now it’s like I kissed Max!”

Riley sighed wistfully. “Ooohhh, now there’s a thought.” She bit her lip as she looked between Maxwell and Drake, who burst out laughing.

“No.” Drake shook his head with a smile.

“Maybe for my birthday?” She looked at Maxwell hopefully.

“No.” Maxwell laughed at her eager expression. Not that he hadn’t thought about it once or twice over the years; he was only human. Drake was hot, but also the most straight man Maxwell knew. Besides, Maxwell’s heart most definitely belonged to someone else.

“Fiiiiiine! I’ll just have to use my imagination.” She giggled. Everyone in the room was actually smiling for the first time since yesterday. Riley lay her head against Maxwell’s shoulder. “By the way, do you wanna talk about what you said in the library?”

Max swallowed hard. “I.. don’t know.”

“You don't have to.” Her eyes flitted up to him, judging his reaction. “But if this is something you’ve been holding inside for years, then it might make you feel better!”

Max looked at Drake, uncomfortably. “Is this weird for you Drake?”

Drake shrugged. “I told Riley earlier that it’s not really a huge surprise. I mean, the fact that you flat out said it, kinda was. But deep down I’ve always known.”

“We kissed outside earlier today.” Max said, trying not to smile.

Riley threw her hands over her mouth and gasped. “You kissed!!? Details!”

Max chuckled. “It just happened. I mean, we kissed before when we were younger. I was actually his first kiss.”

“Awwwww!” Riley nearly screamed. “That’s beautiful!” She put her hand over her heart, like it was the most adorable thing she had ever heard. “It’s like true love! Oh my god, you were meant to be together!”

Max smiled brightly and his heart fluttered. “I know he’s going through a lot right now. But, I hope so. I love him so much.” He nearly choked up again, saying it out loud. He had held this in for so many years, it was like a tremendous weight was lifted from him.

Drake smiled. “My best friends are in love with each other. This is kinda weird.” He chuckled. “Not in a bad way.”

Max gave Drake a sad smile. “Liam never said anything, Drake. I have no idea how he feels about me.”

“He kissed you, Max!” Riley shook him excitedly. “That means something. I haven't known Liam as long as you guys, but since I’ve known him, I haven't seen him kiss anyone!”

Max tried not to smile again. His heart was ready to burst from happiness, but he was still so overwhelmed with sadness over Liam’s current state. “We need to find him. I don’t want him to be alone for too long. He always pretends he has everything under control, but I can tell he’s in agony right now.”

Drake nodded. “Agreed.”

Drake, Riley, Maxwell, and even Bertrand searched the entire Beaumont estate. Though Maxwell wouldn’t dare tell Bertrand what was going on. They just let him assume that Liam was upset about the intruder. They tried to call him, but it went straight to voicemail.

“Maybe he went back home?” Drake said, his brow knit with worry.

Max bit his bottom lip and nodded, although he was completely unconvinced. He didn’t want to say out loud what he was thinking. “Drake, can you call his mother and see if she’s heard from him? I’ll start crying and she’ll see right through me as usual.”

Drake nodded and dialed Eleanor.

“Hi, Your Majesty.. Right, sorry. I mean Eleanor.. I was just wondering if you’ve heard from Li today.. No, I’m sure he’s fine.. I was just checking.. Yes, Riley is fine.. Ok.. Ok.. I’ll tell him.. Umm ya, love you too.. Ok, bye.”

Drake shook his head. “She hasn’t heard from him, but she wants me to tell Riley ‘hi’, and tell Maxwell ‘happy belated birthday’, and she ‘loves you both’.”

“Aww.” Max smiled. “She’s so sweet.” He loved Eleanor. She was like a mother to all of Liam’s friends. And since Maxwell and Bertrand’s mother wasn’t alive, he appreciated her even more. She sent him random gift baskets throughout the year and always made sure to tell him she loved him.

Bertrand entered the room holding a piece of paper, frowning as he read it. “This was taped on the computer in the library.”

Drake studied the letter for a moment, and groaned in frustration. “Damn it.”

“What’s it say?!” Riley leaned over the letter, wide eyed.

Max held his breath. No, no, no.. Liam, please tell me you didn’t.

Riley looked up at Max, as tears filled her eyes. “He left.”

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ideks-on-mars · 2 years

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ReonSemiShira valentines day except all of them gets letters from many people since theyre all pretty and handsome (im one of those who gave letters and chocolates)

Nah cuz I sent them all one too 🤭

ANYWAY REONSEMISHIRA VALENTINE'S DAY HCS AKA THE BOYFRIENDS GETTING JEALOUS LET'S GO!!!

- Valentine's day...EW

- The dreaded day. On one hand, you're either single and lonely, and on the other hand, you have to buy a gift for your special someone.

- Or you're like me and just buy all the discounted chocolate the next day, yk it is what it is

- At Shiratorizawa? These volleyball boys get BOMBARDED

- They all react a lot differently tho

- Yamagata is usually very flattered. He thanks people when they give him confessions and/or gifts

- Then there's people like Ushijima who's very socially awkward and finds it difficult to turn someone down but does it anyway

- And I don't even want to know wtf Tendō does

- But we're not focusing on them we're focusing on ReonSemiShira, so fuck them

- ANYWAY ✋️😭

- These boys get a LOT of confessions themselves

- Reon's very nice about it. Sometimes he finds it hard to find the right words and by the time he's found them the people already know what his answer is by his stumbling. But he always thanks the person.

- If someone slips a note into his locker, or asks someone else to give it to him he always makes sure to read them.

- He's overall very comforting. He doesn't even make it awkward afterwards. What a man

- Shirabu's kinda ruthless 😭 he cares but he really doesn't

- HATES when notes flood his locker. And then they all on the ground and he's got to pick them up but its hard to pick up flat paper off of a slippery school ground and dammit if they really liked him they wouldn't be torturing him like this.

- Whatever, he's not gonna respond anyway 🙄 probably won't have time to read any foolish little lovey dovey letter anyone sends him anyway. He's got things to do.

- Semi is like Oikawa but emo and he ACTUALLY went to Shiratorizawa

- FANGIRLS, ON FANBOYS, AND EVEN MORE FANS

- He knows it too. He's an attention whore so he soaks it up. Only to let the crowd down by showing the absolute most pda with his pretty boyfriends

- However his mood drops when he sees that there are people who are hitting on his boyfriends too

- Wtf? 🤨 only HE can do that, thank you.

- He's quick to step in

- He WILL smother his boyfriends in kisses right in front of your face

- Reon might shut down and Shirabu might smack him upside the head but HE DOESN'T CARE JUST GO AWAY THEY'RE HIS BOYFRIENDS NOT YOURS

- Not saying that the other two don't get jealous cuz they definitely do...👀

- Shirabu death glares at everybody. He walks up to one of his boyfriends all innocent

- "Hey babe! Oh, who's...this?"

- The ONLY time Shirabu calls them pet names in public is when he's jealous 💀

- Probably pulls the "Babe, I'm so tired." If the first one doesn't work 😭

- His boyfriends know IMMEDIATELY but they encourage it anyway 🤭

- Reon's more shy about it, he gets a little needy 😪

- He sort of stands behind his boyfriends, tugging at their clothing from time to time to whisper something to them

- He worries his bottom lip a lot, his boyfriends try to help him get rid of the bad habit but it's hard to break when it's something he's done since childhood

- His boyfriends catch on quick and finish their conversation with the other person/people and bring him back to the dorms to spend time together

- They're possessive 💀

- Valentine's Day just makes it all that much worse

- Shirabu and Reon don't like the fact that everyone wants Semi

- Semi barely handles anyone looking at his boyfriends a certain way 😭

- Reon gets a confession letter right in front of Shirabu.

- "Hey um, my friend was too scared to give you this so they wanted me to give you this...happy Valentine's day...I guess." "Oh! Make sure to tell them I said thank you!"

- Shirabu butts in

- "Make sure to also tell them that's he's got a boyfriend. Two actually."

- He's casually checking out his nails while he says this 💀

- The person awkwardly leaves and Reon just shakes his head and sighs at Shirabu. Shirabu just latches onto his arm and gives him the most unaware look he could give him.

- Reon just kisses his head and reads the letter before throwing it away.

- When Semi gets letters he opens them and reads them over. He knows what the words are but he doesn't process them but he just throws them away before he can stop his body 💀 he tries to remember what they said for the rest of the day (out of curiosity)

- Shirabu get more confessions when he becomes captain

- BUT REON AND SEMI AREN'T THERE TO CHASE PEOPLE AWAY 😨

- WHAT DO THEY DO!? 😱

- Get Taichi to look after him of course

- Taichi texts them just to bother them LMFAO

Kawanishi: Kenjirō's getting hit on lmao

There's someone outside the gym doors bowing to him 🤭

Semi: WHAYSHW WHAT

TELK THDM TI GWT AWAU FROM HIN

Reon: Eita, please turn your autocorrect on so we can actually understand you. 😮‍💨

I'll rip them limb from limb if they don't get away from my boyfriend.

Kawanishi: 😃😄😃

- Taichi never views Reon the same 💀

- They call Shirabu after the school day is over to ask about it 🤡

- Shirabu just rolls his eyes and continues to listen

- Just know when they run away from their fans, they run while holding hands 😙🤭

#shiratorizawa #stzw #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu kenjirō #semi eita #oohira reon #ōhira reon #reonsemishira #semishira #reonsemi #reonshira #semireon

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philialoving · 2 years

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𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 | 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐜

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: he never let you down and even in the moments when he was caught in his mind and thoughts, he never forgot about you or iwaizumi. you three are an inseparable trio, but what happens when one of you catches feelings for the other?

𝐚/𝐧: this my contribution to rindoux’s collab! congrats on 1k and I hope you guys like this <3 (their other account is @rinslutz please support them!)

oikawa tooru, the great king, the best setter, a lot of titles he has achieved as he grew as a person, but to you, he was just tooru.

the idiot who mixed salt and sugar and ended up with a salty cream caramel, the emotional guy who couldn’t help but cry when he saw that one video of a dog crying for his owner, and the boy who you spent all your childhood with.

he was your childhood best friend, someone you could rely on any time and every day. he never let you down and even in the moments when he was caught in his mind and thoughts, he never forgot about you or iwaizumi.

you three are an inseparable trio, but what happens when one of you catches feelings for the other?

you never gave too much thought at the beginning, dismissing it for a puppy crush. you would get over it for sure; however, the man in question had other plans for you.

kindergarten, elementary, middle school and now high school, you were together. you saw him gain and lose, you saw him in his ups and downs; and you saw him every time a girl entered his life to be with him.

and who’s the best person to go for advice about how to ask a girl out but you?

“y/n! y/n! y/NNNNNNNNNNN-CHANNNNNNNN!”

you heard a long screech, knowing well whom it belonged to you opened the window aggressively before looking down “IT’S 3 FUCKING AM! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”

he pouted before making his way up your house to the window and coming in with no invite. a few moments pass by and you two are still glaring at each other before he breaks it off with a groan “ugh, i need your help with something.”

you tilt your head “what do you urgently need my help in that you couldn’t wait for like 4 more hours?”

his gaze falters as he looks down trying to form the words to ask you correctly “you see, there is this girl…” and your heart drops.

ignoring the ache in your chest you urge him to continue, and he does so, but the more he talks the more you notice the redness adorning his cheeks “i really like her, she is really nice, supportive, and overall really understanding of what I do.”

normally you would start teasing him about being so shy and blushing, but you couldn’t gather the courage to even speak, and he takes it as a sign to speak even further “i was wondering if you could perhaps—help me confess to…her?” he ends it while he is looking you in the eyes, his own full of hope and the hint of determination you always loved about him.

“can you tell me who she is? maybe, i could tell you how exactly to woo her?”

when he finally heard your voice, he lights up and a appears on his face that reaches his eyes “oh it’s miwa! from 3-C! she is so funny and no matter what attracts all the attention to her! she is hard to miss, but despite all of that she is humble, sweet and ahhh! i am rambling—anyways, considering, how you are my best friend, and a girl, that is still my best friend, i wanted you to guide me, oh dear goddess y/n!” he claps his hands in a plea position before laughing when he sees you roll your eyes.

you personally can’t tell if the eye roll is at his antics or at how you are feeling. shouldn’t you be happy?

he finally found someone like the ones he dreams about and read about in the stories.

you remember it vividly ‘oh iwa, y/n, i really want a girl who will just whisk me off my feet and just make me feel so giddy and in love, you know? and I want to make her feel the same thing, maybe even more! BUT she has to be supportive of my volleyball career or I will just abandon love as a whole.’ —

“y/n? you still here with me?” he waves his hand in front of your face before bonking you gently “i am laying my heart out about the person I like and you zone out like that? i am hurt!” he dramatically places his hand on his heart before you laugh lightly.

“just be straight forward tooru, bring her some flowers and a gift you know she would like personally; either that, or you will keep watching her from afar and may never get her.”

he jumps in enthusiasm and chanting a loud ‘okay!’ you giggle at his antics before patting his shoulder “now get out because i need to sleep.”

he does a full 180 with his mood and pouts with puppy eyes all for the sole of breaking your resolve “but it’s so lateeee! can’t i just stay over? i will even do the dishes in the morning I swear!”

you groan, totally giving up on the argument before making it to your bed “whatever…”

you get in the comfort of your bed before finally closing your eyes and letting out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding.

slowly, you were drifting to sleep, but then the bed dipped and you felt a presence behind you “tooru tell me that you are not sleeping beside me.”

“i am not sleeping beside you.”

“then why are you beside me?”

“to sleep.”

you hear a small laugh escape his lips before you protest “get off! you can’t sleep here.”

the latter just yawns and covers his eyes “what’s the problem with it? we are best friends, aren’t we?” for some reason, now the title brings melancholy to your heart instead of joy.

“yeah, best friends, just don’t wet the bed.”

“IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE! HOW DARE YOU BRING UP MY DARK DAYS?!”

and since that, three weeks have passed by and now instead of a bustling tooru who had stars in eyes and the giddiness of love in his tone, stood before you a boy that knows nothing but tears and the need to have someone to hold.

“she broke up with me, because she thought that i am too ‘distant’ apparently.”

confusion hits you, what? he was anything but. you saw him be with her at every chance he got, and tried his best to show her just how much he liked her.

it hurts, to think that all his efforts are to no avail: kind of reminds of yourself in some aspects, but still, you ignore your thoughts and hold him, trying your best to comfort him, “it’s okay, tooru. she was blinded by something else. most of us don’t realize the value of something unless we lose it.”

he grips the back of your shirt tightly as he buries his face in your your shoulder, “but I tried really hard this time, do they just get with me for the attention of others?”

you sigh, “all I can tell you is: those who don’t give you time aren’t worth your tears. yes it hurts, it’s inevitable, but you need to understand that if they aren’t trying then you shouldn’t blame it all on yourself.”

you feel him nod gently and silence then fills the room.

his hold on you tightens before he finally speaks up, “thank you for always being there for me— I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t with me.”

you give him the best smile you could muster and say, barely above a whisper, “I am your best friend, of course I will be here.”

he returns your smile and chuckles quietly “what do you want to do now?”

you ponder for a moment before answering “we could play uno.”

“absolutely not.”

you whine and he can’t help but laugh at your antics. you always knew how to make him smile.

since then, oikawa was more set on his volleyball career and decided to let love and all that dating jazz come naturally instead of him chasing after it.

now, he was chasing after something a lot bigger; he wants to be a professional, he wants to travel; he wants to show the world and soar in the skies, and you can’t do anything but watch from the sidelines as the boy from your childhood passionately runs after what he wants to achieve so badly.

you are happy for him, you really are, but what will happen later on? will a distance form? will he forget about all that happened to build a new him?

all your thoughts are shut down as you hear a knock on the door of your room and suddenly a beaming figure appears in front of you “I GOT SNACKS—why are you crying?”

confusion paints your face as your hand reaches for your cheek and you feel its wetness, your eyes widen slightly, you are indeed crying. “oh poor girl, you didn’t even notice? what has you so caught up in your mind?”

you shake your head to ignore him, but he, being as stubborn as he is, asks you again “y/n, we are best friends; you need to tell me when something is bothering so I can see if I can help and even if I can’t, can you at least let me be there for you?”

your chest tightens so you look away and all he can do is sigh and wonder, why have you been keeping to yourself a lot lately?

did he do something? he puts the snacks aside and walks to your side “can I at least hug you?” his voice barely above a whisper and sounding hurt yet soft.

you can only nod silently before he wraps his around you and pats your back tenderly “you know I care about you, right?”

you nod again; however, nothing happens after that and your week goes on.

“what?!” you couldn’t help but shout out, considering the news you were just told, but oikawa repeats himself, “I am moving out to argentina.”

iwaizumi sighs with a heavy chest, “heard ya the first time.”

meanwhile, oikawa looks at you, waiting for any other response or reaction.

the room is silent, he notices that has been happening a lot lately, and it’s not the good silence he usually shared with you.

“I am happy for you.” you say carefully.

he tries really hard to smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes like it normally does, “thank you…I am planning to go right after high school so I can have time to adjust and stuff—I won’t forget about you two I swear, and I will keep in touch.”

iwaizumi nods with an understanding smile gracing his lips, because despite the scoldings he throws his way: iwaizumi cares about his best friend more than the world can imagine.

“so after two weeks from now? your parents approved right?” you speak again.

he only nods “I will miss you two, but—“ he stands up with his fist held up high “I will make you feel like I never left!”

that gets a laugh out of the three of you despite the gloom in your hearts.

this idiot spreads happiness like that.

a week is left, and a week has passed. you both carry on with your lives like you won’t be separated after a while, and who knows if it’s forever or not.

you spent some time thinking with yourself about what to do, do you let him go without finalizing how you feel about him?

or do you just gather up your courage and risk it all for closure or maybe even a chance?

“y/n, it’s now or never. come on, it hurts seeing you so conflicted all the time.” you gaze at your best friend, iwaizumi, who has been your partner through the voyage of figuring out your feelings.

you nod and then he speaks up “okay! you better not cry or i will kill both of you.”

you chuckle lightly “why?”

he raises his eyebrow before answering your question “you, for letting a boy make you cry because they aren’t worth it, and him, for not making it easier for you to get over him.”

you hug him before mumbling “it isn’t his fault; he is naturally sweet like that.”

another sigh escapes his lips, and all he can do is pray that you would be alright. “but, iwa’ you are a boy yourself.”

“get off me you ungrateful child.”

later on, you called oikawa and told him to meet you on the roof of the building you always sneaked into.

you went there a bit early, and to your surprise, oikawa was there too.

he looked like an angel under the stars like this; he really shined brighter than those around him.

the small sound of your footsteps made his ears perk up and his head whip towards your direction, a big smile on his face as he calls out your name with fondness, “y/n! you are here early, too?” you nodded slowly before seating yourself next to him.

he swings his feet gently before striking up a question “um—are you okay? what did you want to talk about?”

your throat feels dry and you feel a lump that stops you from saying anything, the only thing you can hear is a gentle voice calling out your name again.

“tooru—“ he sits straight “promise me that what we have won’t be affected by what I will tell you.”

his eyebrows furrow and fear can’t help but take over his heart, just what will you say?

“I think, tooru, I think that I am in love you. I would’ve said like, but it’s been going on for so long that it can’t be just that anymore.”

you can only hear the barely audible sound of the night, and for once you wanted the silence to be filled by anything but his voice “y/n, I am sorry I didn’t notice.”

hope, a spark of hope was ignited in you because of your past interactions. sometimes, you felt you were treated differently, with more care or love.

could it have meant something else? “you are a wonderful person, I always admired you.” you hum and he continues “but when I say I love you to you, it’s always the platonic I love you and the one I save for my best friends.”

tears silently brim in your eyes and he notices, his hand reaches out to you, but he hesitates and instead places it beside him.

“I understand— thank you for um— coming up here.”

he fidgets with his hand, at loss, what can he do to make this easier for you?

“tooru, can you promise me something?”

he laughs lightly trying to brighten up the mood, “that’s two promises today.”

you smile gently, “this will be a pinky promise.”

he rolls his eyes, but gladly obliges “oikawa tooru, you better soar in the sky and give no room for anyone else, but yourself. and by that I mean, take care of your health, you stupid idiot of a guy.”

a pout appears on his pretty face and he mumbles out a small, “rude.”

this was oikawa, an idiot who made others smile, a boy that cries because it’s not something to be ashamed of, and the guy that didn’t return 14 years worth of your love.

however, despite how bad it may sound to others, you know that even in rejection he is the best person you have met, a man deserving of the titles he got great king, best setter, and best person for you.

your heart aches from time to time, but at least now you look at those posters and say, “he is my best friend,” and all heads turn your way.

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honeytae · 3 years

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I get to snuggle with the birthday boy in his big boy bed.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK!!!! we absolutely adore you baby boy :( this is a really soft self serving piece because who doesn’t want to sleep in jungkooks childhood bedroom? right? like, my heart would burst out of complete fondness for him. i hope you all like this, i’m sorry for making jungkook’s parents only appear for like three split seconds LMAO

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

With Jungkook’s loosened schedule, you were able to get to his parents home for the better half of the week, the man practically giddy at the thought of you finally coming home with him. You had met his parents several times before, yes, but you were yet to stay in their home. Jungkook’s childhood home.

The drive outside of Seoul was filled with Jungkook’s playlist and your familiar bickering patterns, his tattooed hand holding your own over the gear stick as he bobbed his head to the beat resounding throughout the car.

“Has anyone ever told you your voice is superb?”

“Has anyone ever told you your face is superb?”

His excited parents had come out to welcome you as soon as you pulled in, causing both of you to smile fondly as you opened your car doors, immediately greeted with a hug from one of his parents.

As it was your first time seeing the exterior of Jungkook’s home without the tainted marks in an old image, you took a moment to observe the details, grinning at the home and all the memories your boyfriend had surrounding it.

It was a quaint little house nestled between two others, pale in color yet bustling with flowers in the garden out front.

“Aw, this house is adorable.” You had cooed as you walked up the driveway, hugging his arm closer to you as he simply chuckled, his mother acknowledging you with a sweet smile of her own.

“Make yourself at home, dear.” She’d said, gesturing you into the doorway with a sparkling glint in her eye, his father chuckling as he raised your bag up in his hand.

“I’ll go drop this off in Jungkook’s room for you. We’d have you stay in the guest room, but it’s under renovation right now.” He said, his mother echoing his apology with a shake of her head as she sighed about a recent flood.

“That’s perfect. Thank you.” You smiled at them, Jungkook squeezing your shoulder before setting off for the kitchen, coming back with two glasses of water for you both to sip at.

The room was unequivocally him, from the countless Iron Man action figures to the various sketches lining the walls, obviously pinned up himself with little thumbtacks.

Over the course of the wall, the thumbtacks climbed higher and higher, indicating his growing height over time and increasing skill along with it.

“Literally nothing has changed in here since I left for Seoul.” He shyly giggled at the state of the room from behind you, making you turn back toward him with a fond smile as you reached up to squeeze his cheeks.

“It’s precious, I love it.” You eased him, the man melting into your touch with a giddy smile, turning his cheek to pucker his lips against the palm of your hand.

The room very much was the state of a fifteen year old boys room, but it was so him. Obviously the whole day to day of his life had turned upside down from what it was when he last lived in this room, this house, but Jungkook was still that fifteen-year-old boy at his core. You adored him even more for it.

“Baby.” He called for your attention, your eyes flitting to him in a widened glance.

“Nothing has changed in here.” He reiterated, chuckling slightly at your confused hum. Placing his hand on your lower back, he guided you to face the opposite side of the room, directly pointing to his twin-size bed.

Giggling a bit at the adolescent sheet pattern, you turned back to him with a beaming smile, knocking his shoulder with your forehead.

“We’ll figure it out.”

Figuring it out, as you had so simply put it, was a lot easier said than done.

Shifting your leg over a bit to escape the edge of the bed, you froze at the sound of Jungkook’s pained groan, bracing yourself against his shoulders as you moved your knee away from his crotch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You okay?” You soothed against his neck, raising your eyebrows as you awaited an answer from the injured man.

The lack of light within the room, merely a sliver creeping in through the blinds, left you clueless to his gentle smile and overall relaxation of his face from moments prior, the feeling of his hand soothing up and down your arm easing you slightly.

“‘S fine, love.” He verbally confirmed, brushing his lips against your chin before shifting up on his pillow a few inches, now evenly level with your mouth to press all the kisses he wanted on your bottom lip.

You hummed as he pulled it into his mouth to gently suckle on, nibbling at it slightly before pulling away with a deep sigh.

“Under different circumstances, I’d have you kiss it better.”

With a scoff at his crudeness, you attempted to roll over to face away from the man, and having forgotten you were in a bed meant for a small child, quickly began your descent to the floor with a fold of your arm beneath you.

“Babe!” Jungkook reached out to catch your bicep with a strong hand latched around the muscle, rolled over himself from trying to chase you on your fall from his oh so convenient twin bed.

A soft ‘thud’ resounded through the room as your knee hit the floor, your leg bending out of reflex to catch your short-lived fall from his mattress. Jungkook, stunned above you, looked at you with scrunched brows, his piercing glinting in the moonlight streaming in from the crack in the blinds as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He couldn’t stifle the laugh born out of whatever the fuck had just happened, little giggles growing louder yet more isolated as he tried his best to muffle them into his sheets, you not faring much better splayed out on the floor below.

“Kook, this is all your fault.” You whined from the ground, trying your best to hold in your own laugh as he reached down to you, sliding his hands beneath your arms to lift you back up onto the bed beside him.

“Why is it my fault, hm?” He asked slyly, letting his hands glide down your torso to land on your hips, leaving them there as you rolled your eyes again at the man.

“Maybe because you’re making crude dick jokes in your parents house.” You said, Jungkook humming in thought before a shrug from his shoulders shifted the mattress.

“Wouldn’t that be more of a blowjob joke?” He wondered aloud, ”I mean, let’s be politically correct here.”

“Politically- Jungkook!” You exclaimed, appalled at his bluntness with his parents only rooms away and most likely within earshot of every word that came out of his mouth.

Your boyfriends giggles were all you got in response, making you smile despite your initial annoyance. His hand slid over the back of yours to grip your fingers, pulling gently to coax you closer to him in his laid down position.

“C’mere, sweet pea.” He murmured, tone softened from only moments before, the pet name making your heart thrum a bit more in your chest.

With a careful lowering of your body to the mattress, you snuggled up to him once again, this time successfully getting into a front facing spooning position with no injury on either end.

He smelled warm, like cotton and that fabric softener that he loved along with the wood tones of the cologne he’d bought himself a few months back.

His skin felt like velvet as you stroked your fingers up and down his inked arm, the dark designs a stark contrast to the way his soft flesh leaned into your touch.

“Lucky me.” You smiled blissfully, stroking the man’s hair back behind his ear to admire his features easier.

“Lucky you?” He repeated, confusion laced in his tone as he raised his pierced eyebrow at you.

“I’m the luckiest of all,” you paused for dramatics, “because I get to snuggle with the birthday boy in his big boy bed.” You cracked a smirk, snorting when his face dropped at your words.

“Shut up.” He laughed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head with a sigh.

“I love you, Kookie.”

“Hm, love you too, honey.”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Intro and masterlist

✨about me ✨

this is a mature blog, I trust all minors to be responsible and avoid everything marked NSFW!

NSFW sideblog: @pervstash-spencer

Hi! my name is emily, I'm 23 she/they

Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, and I have fibromyalgia ✌🏻 overall just a fun time y'know.

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i love: supernatural, star trek, marvel movies, criminal minds, this is us and grey's anatomy !!

Accepting requests for Spencer Reid x Reader fics currently

all my tags are listed below if you want to see other posts about said fics, also here is my Spotify for the fics <3

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all links to my fics below the cut!

Updated: July 28th, 2021

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Spencer Reid x Reader fics

Hypothetically**~ Ao3 | Tumblr -- 27 chapters, complete. 89k

reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

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Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

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Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

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after 2 years of dating, Spencer decides it's finally time to get Y/N something to match her Amethyst bracelet.

Amoreena**~ Ao3 | Tumblr Completed 83k

Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Seven* Tumblr WIP

Summary: Spencer’s been married to Y/N for 7 years now, they have 7 children together and each one is going through something different. Spencer’s always wanted to be the best dad, now he gets to figure out how to be.

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When Penelope introduces Spencer to online games, he expects to be spending his nights alone. Yet, somehow every time he comes back from a bad case, he logs on to chat with the ever so lovely user FairlyGwen and getting a lot more than just a helpful tip from her.

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Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Violence, Assault, Blood, Depression, Murder, Self-Hatred, Hurt Spencer Reid, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Use, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Romantic Tension, Forbidden Love, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Requited Love, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, past abusive relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

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Warnings: reader’s mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

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Warnings: details of suicide and murder, blowjobs, pegging, bottom!raymond, top!reader, becoming a ghost, major character death.

Star Trek Masterlist

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thanks for all the love, as always,

-Emily <3

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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i love how everyone agrees that brett would love to have a family one day it makes me so soft for him do you have any hcs for how he would be as a father? him and s/o have their first child together, what kind of father would he be?

AWE MY GOODNESS HELLO AGAIN <333 THIS SO ABSOLUTELY SOFT TYSM FOR THIS

all sfw!!

OH BOY <333 OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY <33

this man has wanted to be a father since before he could remember MANDSMD

he'd be a stay-at-home dad w/o a complaint - he might even specifically offer it. He loves the idea of his job just being taking care of the kiddo <333

SO MANY BOOKS AND PARENTING CLASSES. He's probably gonna ask work-friends for tips (I HC that Gigi has a kid and im sneaking it in here - she's absolutely gonna lend a hand with this frazzled man smdnsd. Just a few little tips for stuff she wished she'd known before she'd had her kiddo!!)

HIS UNENDING ENERGY,, DEFINITELY GETS TESTED THE FIRST FEW MONTHS,,

he knew newborns were a lot of work but he definitely overestimated his own abilities. Good thing you two are team, huh <3

SPEAKING OF THE FIRST FEW MONTHS?? he's definitely scared to hold them at first.

they're,,, so small. like absolutely minuscule, with the sweetest little hands and <333 he's scared he's gonna drop them or smth

HE KNOWS IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, OKAY, HE'S SORRY SMDNSMD.

ITS FINE THO BY THE SECOND WEEK HE'S CONSTANTLY CUDDLING THIS LITTLE BUNDLE OF GIGGLES. Which is good bc,, the bab really likes being held!

THIS EVENTUALLY BECOMES,, he will constantly carry this kid around. Your kiddo just gets used to LEAPING AT HIM bc,, they know papa's gonna catch them!!

HE SPINS EM AROUND HE TOSSES EM OVER HIS SHOULDER WITH A BIG 'A-YUP', HE GRABS EM LIKE A CAT WHEN THEY START GETTING TO THE TODDLER STAGE OF,,, Getting Into Shit (tm) and Causing General Chaos.

OKAY HE'S A BIT OF A PUSHOVER,,,

HE JUST :( its hard to say no to the kid, okay? if this kid wants to get away w/ something they know to ask Papa bc he just can't say no to that sweet face!!!!!!

HE DOES KINDA SPOIL THEM <33 not with gifts so much as experiences?? he was super neglected as a kid and he wants his kid to have a better childhood than him.

So like!!!! Taking them fishing, playing sports, dance, all the things he never really got to do when he was little!!

(smdns you may have to remind him that,, They Don't Have To Do Everything At Once, There's No Rush. Otherwise he'll get caught up in the excitement and,, accidentally over-book a bunch of activities to do w/ the kiddo-)

OH whatever the kid is interested in, Brett is gonna support the hell out of it!!!

IN THE SAME VEIN?? God The Gang is gonna get absolutely pestered with photos of the kid. And stories. Brett's office is gonna have so many,, Painfully Cute Photos of them spending time together. <33333 its cute but also the Gang is One More Picture Day Photo away from killing him smdns.

If they wanna do sports he WILL TRY TO COACH THE TEAM <33333333333333

YOU EXPECT IT TO GO WORSE THAN IT DOES?? Like sure theres a bit of chaos but he also played,, Every Sport Ever during uni, so he's got some experience under his belt.

he brings freezies n candies n GIFTS WHEN THE TEAM DOES WELL????? HE IS THE COOL DAD <3 dream achieved, he can die happy.

OH AND YOU JUST KNOW THIS MAN ISN'T AFRAID OF BEING GOOFY. when he plays make believe he does NOT HOLD BACK. expect to return home to a very messy 'castle' made of pillows, and your kid 'battling' against 'The Evil Knight'. It's extremely cute <3

OVERALL??? very good dad <333 not perfect but he does his best <333

LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND!!!!

#*glances at calendar* HOLY FUCK IVE BEEN GONE FOR A MONTH OH GOD-#'i look pretty good for a dead bitch'#ITS BEEN SO BUSY YADDA YADDA IGNORE MY HARPING ITS DELIGHTFUL TO BE BACK I HOPE I HAVENT MISSED TOO MUCH #brett hand x reader #brett hand #inside job #not really an x reader but??? kinda bc its your kid w/ him??#I DUNNO SDNMSD #THIS WAS CUTE #he'd go BATTY WITH HOLIDAYS TOO #christmas?? birthdays?? oh yea <333 oh he is in his ELEMENT.#when the kid is like.. highschool age?? he wakes em up with breakfast whenever he can #bc like!! come on being a teenager sucks smdnsd and he wants them to be able to rest a little longer before they gotta go to school #its all extremely cute #he does that thing where he presses a smile into the toast <3 #HES JUST SUCH A CARING DAD OKAY???#HE'D 1000% LEAVE LITTLE NOTES IN THEIR LUNCHBOX. JUST LITTLE THINGS TO MAKE EM SMILE. JOKES. WISHING THEM GOOD LUCK ON THEIR PRESENTATION.#*points* he would be such a good dad and would literally never stop taking parenting classes lmao #I HAVE A BUNCHA STUFF QUEUED FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS SO HOPEFULLY WE'LL BE ABLE TO GET EVERYTHING BACK ON TRACK SMDNSD #OKIE MWA MWA MWA I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE SMDNSMDNS #sfw

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hwascripts · 3 years

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Domestic life with Hawks (Keigo)

Desc: What it’s like being married to Hawks, living with him, my own personal headcanons and how he is as a husband overall

TW// Swearing, very brief mention of Hawks’ childhood trauma (you’ll miss it if you blink kinda thing)

oh my god I have not posted a headcanon in over 2 months- let’s hope this makes up for it

Masterlist

-Let me just get the ball rolling and say this man will tease you 25/8. He 100% uses his feathers to snatch things out of your hands, or he’ll move every piece of furniture a few inches so that you’re confused but not suspicious.

“Keigo was this table here before?”

“Yeah babe, it’s been there since we first bought it”

“Strange...I could of sworn it was closer to the right”

-Little shit can barely hold back his chuckles as he watches you knock into everything like a baby deer.

-Aside from teasing you relentlessly I don’t think he would ever pull any seriously harmful pranks- he hates when you’re angry with him.

-Because of how busy he is being the number 2 hero neither of you get to go on as many dates as you want. Dates with Hawks usually only happen once a month- twice if you’re lucky.

-But it’s okay because Hawks is the type of husband that won’t ever let you feel forgotten.

-Expect him to fly by your office while you’re in a meeting because he does it so often that your co-workers place bets on when he’s going to pop by next.

- He’s definitely flown into the window before

-Aside from ambushing you at work, he’ll send different flowers to your office all the time with a little note attached explaining the meaning.

-He’s the type of husband who can read you like a book, you cannot get ANYTHING past this man.

“Babe I know you’re mad about me taking all of your left shoes and making you late to work”

“How the fuck-“

“I’ve interrogated class A villains for years, reading you is a walk in the park”

-No but for real it’s scary how quick he is to catch onto your feelings, it’s like a sixth sense. You could be having a bad day at work and suddenly:

Message from Kei❤️💍: Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight?

-Man his perceptive abilities are god tier.

-He’s the type of husband that quietly comforts you by letting you cry on his shoulder while he holds you. Hawks is great at smooth talking, but Keigo genuinely has no idea how to verbally comfort you.

-He feels like he can completely let go of the Hawks persona when he’s around you. He’s not “Pro-Hero Hawks” when he’s alone with you, he’s just regular Keigo.

-And he’s a very trusting husband because if he can let go of that persona and be vulnerable self around you, then he has no reason to have even the slightest bit of doubt.

-Oh you thought he was protective when he was your boyfriend? get ready for “mother hen Keigo” after the two of you get married.

-He has so many enemies and now that you’re his official other half he needs to increase your security- he would hate himself if he allowed you to get in harms way.

-Of course he knows you have boundaries- he would never want to make you feel overwhelmed. He’ll just ask the hero’s patrolling your area to report to him if there’s anything suspicious.

-Now that we’ve gone over what he’s like as a husband, let’s talk about the process of moving in with him.

-Let’s be honest, he won’t feel confident enough to ask you to move in with him until you’ve been together for at least 4-5 years.

-He needs to know that you’re here to stay before taking such a big step with you. Don’t be surprised that he’s asking you to move in with him on the day he proposes.

-Hawks lives a fast paced life, never having someone who stuck around for more than a few years. He’s hesitant to propose because in the back of his mind he fears you’ll leave him too.

-Once you say yes and agree to move in with him, he starts to panic a little.

-His penthouse apartment feels so empty because he’s never had the time or patience to even personalize it- he’s always busy working, why should he care?

-The logical side of his brain makes him realize that the two of you will make it feel like a real home.

-Once the day came around he helped pack all your belongings and he just marveled at all your interests- civilians had the free time to have interests whereas he barely had the time to rest.

-He packs each of your belongings with care after analyzing each piece. You end up bonking him on the head because what the hell is taking so long?

-After all of your things are put away in your new shared home, he can’t help but grin a little bit. He was finally experiencing what a home is supposed to feel like.

-The first few months you need to stop him from buying ridiculous things.

“Keigo what the hell?! I said no stupid purchases!”

“An inflatable banana pool floater is not a stupid purchase”

-He has a nasty habit of throwing his dirty hero costume on your favourite rug whenever he gets home.

“Babe I’m sorry, I’ll stop doing it”

“You said that yesterday, and the day before!”

-Whenever he’s exhausted he’ll flop on top of you and ask you to rub the tender spots around his wings.

-Good luck getting him off you if he falls asleep while you rub his back, man sleeps like a damn boulder.

-You have to teach him how to make nutritious meals because this man will literally eat anything so long as it’s quick. As a hero he rarely has time to eat, so cooking good food is completely off the table for him.

-You end up cooking him filling lunches/dinners for him whenever he goes on patrol. He always gives you a sweet kiss as a thank you.

“The meals don’t taste as good whenever I leave without giving you a goodbye kiss”

-He’s actually got a habit of stroking your cheek whenever he gets home from patrol and you’re already asleep.

-Sometimes he forgets his wings are huge obstacles so don’t be surprised if he whacks you with them by accident. Asshole thinks it’s funny when you squeal.

-Nobody can say he doesn’t have a habit of texting you cute photos of dogs he sees while on patrol.

-He’s slowly working out of his habit of suddenly slipping away whenever you try to sneak hug him. His childhood trauma makes him react like that.

-He has the cutest habit of nuzzling your jaw with his nose before he flys off for work. Also has a habit of touching your waist when he passes by you

-The two of you will always cook breakfast together- no if’s, ands or buts.

-It’s one of your favourite domestic things to do with each other and it makes him feel like a normal couple.

-When he comes home from a rough day he immediately searches for you and gives you a “I’m back” kiss- no matter how bruised and battered he is, he’ll always give you a kiss when he returns home.

-When he gets into bed with you he’ll rest his head on your chest and listen to your heart beat, it reminds him that all of this is real and that you’re not just a figment of his imagination

-Patching him up and then kissing his wounds has become another daily ritual for the two of you- even if it’s just a pesky paper cut. He does the exact same for you.

-No matter what, the two of you always make time to talk about your day over coffee or tea. again, it makes Keigo feel like he’s in a normal relationship

-Call me boring for this one but cleaning up after dinner is a daily ritual for the two of you. He’ll fling soap bubbles at you and laugh as you chase him around and try to give him a soap beard.

-Listen, Keigo just wants to feel like a normal person. Doing normal household chores with you makes him so happy.

Hawks is a very loving husband who would die a thousand deaths for you. He’s not perfect but then again, no one is perfect.

He’s a filthy tease and a prankster but he’s one protective bastard that loves you to the moon and back.

10/10 would marry Hawks any day

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years

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haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura -

the kingpin.

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world.

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin.

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals.

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way.

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron.

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look.

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn’t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone.

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive.

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair.

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did.

sugawara koushi

consigliere

smart shit.

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona.

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him.

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

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i hope you guys like this 🥺💖💖

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whump-town · 3 years

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Was Hotch Abused?

I offer you my 2,300+ worded thoughts on the matter with episodes included. There's going to be lots and lots of talk about abuse so you're going to want to steer clear of that if that's something you're not cool with but for those of you interested... I give you all the proof I could think of:

Natural Born Killer.

In the eighth episode of the first season, “Natural Born Killer”, we meet Vincent Perrotta. His father was abusive but from the outside looking in, no one knew a thing. Perrotta started drinking at fourteen and committed petty crimes, as well as assault, for pleasure. Going as far as to kill his own father not too long after. But Perrotta is a monster and a psychopath so it’s clear we’re not supposed to sympathize which makes his interaction with Hotch so peculiar.

Hotch is our “Captain America”. A true neutral with an infinity for doing what’s right so it’s inconceivable to compare him to Perrotta and yet Hotch gives us some rather conflicting lines to dissect.

Before Gideon hands the interview over to Hotch, he spends a moment talking with the others out in the bullpen. The whole time he’s leaned back and he’s watching Morgan and Hotch. Now, at this point, we don’t know about the sexual abuse Derek Morgan faced at the hands of Carl Buford but there’s something about the way that Gideon spends the entirety of the conversation only looking at the two of them. Waiting for them to put together what he clearly already has and when Hotch does…

Hotch jumps straight into Perrotta’s profile, asking: “You grew up in a house that looked normal and happy, didn’t you Vincent?”, “But your father beat you every chance he got”

Perrotta excuses it with a shrug, “he smacked me around some, didn’t everybody’s old man?”

Abuse is a complicated thing and, often, abused children just don’t know what their parents are doing to them is abuse. It can be a subtle and outright thing but there’s an element of normalcy to it. The parent’s abuse is as habitual, as minimal as biting your nails to the child. Adults often can’t identify their parent’s past abuse.

With Hotch you learn that his lack of expression is often as telling as his expressions and as Hotch looks back at Perrotta, there’s something so sad about his eyes. His voice goes from loud, assertive to his whispered answer to Perrotta’s question. “No.” As if, well, maybe that’s a question he’d raised once too.

Perrotta doesn’t care about that though and he taunts “well, maybe if yours had you would have learned to fight”. But is it not more telling that Hotch didn’t make a sound? Perrotta got in several hits and the only sound Hotch made was when the wind was literally punched out of him. Not even when Gideon called to him and at that point, Perrotta did not the garrote around Hotch’s throat. That’s another thing mentioned before in the profile and something Hotch mentions to Perrotta directly. You learn to take the beatings, smile even. So, it’s just a little odd how little Hotch responded…

But that’s all nothing, you can take that how you want

Which leads us to the fateful, not everyone comment.

"You were just responding to what you learned, Vincent. When you grow up in an environment like that, an extremely abusive and violent household... it's not surprising that some people grow up to become killers"

That can’t mean NOTHING, there’s so much there but there’s something about Hotch’s subtle wording. The way he’s unconsciously slipped himself in there (a very real thing that people do) and he hasn’t even realized it. Doesn’t even know he’s done it until Perrotta pushes and he pauses, asks what Perrotta means. And the subtly of it, the way he doesn’t even mean to that says more than anything else.

“And some people grow up to catch them.”

It’s a super-specific comment to make. He can’t possibly be talking about Derek because he doesn’t even know about Carl Buford yet not to mention saying that about him would be incredibly rude if he were talking about Reid (and again, he doesn’t know about Reid’s childhood yet). So… that really only leaves him because JJ, Garcia, and Elle were not abused.

“P911”

In season two, episode two “P911” the team is hunting down a man trying to sell a young boy, Peter, on the black market. Kevin Rose is an underage boy “selling” himself on the internet while his abusive father has been in prison. I’ll let you just guess who it is that leads the team on finding out more about Kevin.

Your guess is more than likely right-- Morgan and Hotch. Now, we know about Morgan but come on. Nothing to say about it being Hotch who makes the emotional appeal?

The camera even follows his gaze, he’s crouched down (to appear non-threatening because he’s so close) and we watch his eyes take in the scars on Kevin’s chest. You can also note that while Gideon remarks that Kevin’s father was “always drunk, you never knew why he was hurting you, why he was so angry” both Kevin and Hotch look away from him.

AND FUCKING TRY AND TELL ME THE “some grow up to catch them” LINE WAS NOTHING TRY BECAUSE GUESS WHAT GIDEON SAYS? NO, NO GUESS--

Gideon: “At night you’d cry yourself to sleep hoping someone would come and save you”

And it’s HOTCH, HOTCH IS THE ONE TO SAY: “You have the chance to be the one who saves someone, Kevin. You can be the one who answers him, the one who stops his pain.”

PARALLELS PEOPLE THE PARALLELS

“Profiler, Profiled”

I bet you weren’t expecting this one, huh? But there’s something about people who faced trauma that makes it so perceptible to other traumatized people-- they sniff it out like coke to a drug hound. And, just guess, who it is that spends the majority of his time fighting with Morgan? Who knows (like I said about the bloodhound) immediately there is something Morgan’s hiding.

Hotch is angry, he’s upset that Morgan would hide anything. Mumbling about there being “larger implications” and how the team can’t have secrets. With the knowledge of exactly what that secret is it makes Gideon’s eye roll a little telling. Because it’s like they both know but neither will say. Driven home by Gideon turning the attention to Hotch, asking “would you want us profiling you?”

And again Hotch is the one to leap onto the abuse. The one to put the pieces together. Hotch’s anger makes no sense. He says he’s angry that Derek’s keeping a secret but the team has many, way too many. Over the years the team unwraps all kinds of secrets, he’s never angry then. So, it’s not about the implication of a secret at all. It’s what the secret is, like misplaced anger. Anger with himself may be leftover from his own abuse. But still…

Hotch lets Morgan escape. Knows exactly who and what Carl Buford is but all he tells the team is that “he won’t even speak about him”. He always knows how to find the abuse… like I said, a bloodhound.

George Foyet

I know you’re going to find this so fucking surprising but guess who also was abused? George Foyet was beaten by his biological father and his mother didn’t save him so he hates women (bleh, men are disgusting what’s knew).

Now, blah, blah, blah Hannah, I know you’re not about to say Foyet and Hotch are a lot alike-- no of course not. Don’t be silly. What I’m going to say is that they’re foil characters? They accent one another in an opposites sort of way. Foyet is a manipulative narcissist who doesn’t work well with others. Hotch is a guilt-ridden team leader who can’t let The Reaper’s case go. There are meant to be comparisons drawn between them. A good villain does that. George Foyet shows us that Hotch is not at all this removed, cool guy that we’ve previously assumed him to be. He cries in an alley because he blames himself when The Reaper kills a busload of people.

We see he has a rather compulsive nature. He never let The Reaper case go and has very personal ties in this case. Not even after Foyet attacks him, if anything it’s worse. He brings the case file home.

But it’s certainly interesting to see yet another “villain” with that same tragic abusive father and submissive mother come into play with Hotch. We’re nearing a point where it’s getting hard to call it coincidence (and according to David Rossi, there simply is not such thing).

Haunted.

In the second episode of the fifth season, “Haunted”, Hotch voice’s over a Dickinson quote: “One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing. Material place.” These quotes are often cheesy, if not a little cliché, but given the premise of this episode is in exploring the ways in which a man’s traumatic childhood has left him now grappling for a truth he can not define… well, maybe we can say the writers were onto something here.

Darrin Call, debatably the Unsub of “Haunted”, was abused by an alcoholic father. We see several signs of it throughout the episode-- Darrin’s delayed speech & severe neglect that leaves Darrin in dirty, hole-riddled clothing. If what we see is not enough, the reports that the team is given on Darrin explicitly state that he was extremely physically abused. It is this abuse that leads to the PTSD that he’s diagnosed with.

As sad and disheartening as Darrin Call’s life is, overall it’s the sort of episode that is forgotten over time. When it’s placed right after the episode that viewers have to watch Hotch say goodbye to Haley and Jack then, who is Darrin Call when compared to the agony of watching Hotch show genuine weakness? After watching Hotch lay in a hospital bed, tears in his eyes wondering if his son will remember him? His fears become our own and after watching George Foyet disarm and mutilate the one guy we’ve been led to believe for five seasons is infallibly, unflinchingly never going to break… well, Darrin Call has it bad but our focus is elsewhere.

It’s on Hotch, right?

The guy who is coming back to the job after only a month (and a day) off to recover. Who Morgan worries might have PTSD but he knows they can’t easily measure because Hotch wrote the questionnaire, he knows all the right answers. Who we see has had new locks installed since the attack and has Foyet’s file sitting open on a table for easy access. Who hears Darrin Call’s life (worked the same job without promotion for years before getting fired, no wife, no kids, a hermit) and bluntly asks why Darrin hasn’t just killed himself.

And let’s just take a moment to break down that comment. Hotch, who in the episode previously lost his wife and child, wants to know why a man who is steadily starting to sound a lot like him hasn’t just killed himself.

And I don’t say “sounds a lot like him” lightly.

Darrin Call has PTSD. Hotch, more than likely, has PTSD

Here are some signs just from that episode: hostility (he yelled at Garcia over something very small), self-destructive behavior (he ran into Darrin Call’s father’s house without a vest, back-up, or telling the other’s what he was doing), and guilt (blamed himself for missing the eye twitching Darrin exhibited because of his years of antipsychotic use)

Darrin Call was abused… this marks the second HEAVILY implied time that Hotch has been compared to another man abused by his father

Vincent Perrotta was the first with that hard to forget the exchange

George Foyet and his notably exactly the same past as Perrotta

“Haunted” feels like it’s supposed to prove to the audience that Hotch is losing it. He distances himself from Morgan, leaving every room that Morgan is in. He doesn’t pick up Garcia’s calls after Darrin Call attacks his therapist. The only glimpse we see of the old Hotch is with Emily, pulled to the side, but his guilt burns and he even brushes her off. Shaking his head and turning his back to her because somehow he should have seen something no one else did.

Throw in Reid’s comment about Call “victims are often drawn to the scene of their first trauma” and we’re painfully reminded of Hotch’s apartment. A place you’d think he’d want to escape but didn’t. The man was stabbed nine times in his own apartment and stayed in that same place. Almost sounds like that statement could be applied to Hotch too.

A dash of Hotch’s own comment about where Call would go to in his confusion and he says “to what he knows”, even the importance of how that orphanage is “where he became Darrin Call”. Where does Hotch go? What does Hotch know? The job.

So… we tally now three total Unsubs that Hotch has this direct relationship with. Three Unsubs with abusive fathers and mothers who couldn’t protect them. Hmm… coincidence?

Brothers Hotchner

Supervisor Special Agent Hotchner is a master of hiding, that is undeniable. It’s hard to see anything behind those furrowed brows and impersonal suits and that’s likely for a reason. However, anyone with a little sibling can tell you that no one on this Earth can and will annoy the ever-loving shit out of you like a sibling.

But that’s not really important. Sean and Hotch don’t talk about their parents. At all. Ever.

Hotch says that when Sean was in the first grade he got sent off to boarding school. “I was the screw-up making bad choices”. Interesting enough of a statement to make but you throw in the rough ages of Sean and Hotch at that time and it’s a little more than just “interesting”. You have Hotch at roughly 14-15 getting into trouble just like Morgan did at that same age (coincidence???).

(now you can certainly look at Hotch’s parentification vs. Sean’s immaturity doubled with substance abuse problems but we’d be stretching. “The Tribe” touches on the parentification but Sean just calls it “the big brother” thing and tells Hotch that he’s not Sean’s father and it’s fine it’s whatever. Hotch is a bit pushy. That’s not new. Substance abuse can just be a problem, it doesn’t have to be bc they were abused but again… a little coincidental)

So... was Aaron Hotchner abused as a child? I certainly think so

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner

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haikyuuthots · 3 years

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Please write anything with a jealous Suna 😩, I need that in my life

I want you for myself - Suna Rintaro

Pairing: Suna rintaro x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: mentions of alcohol and weed, curse words, some arguing

Summary: you’re at a party with your boyfriend, having a good time. You’re doing your own thing for a moment when an old friend from your childhood comes up to talk to you and catch up. Suna sees you guys interacting and clouded by jealousy, makes a scene.

A/n: GIRLLLLL thank u for requesting i love writing a bit of angst. But as always fluff at the end, bc that what we’re here for. Hope you enjoy reading! 😘

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When your boyfriend Suna asked you to come to this party with him, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You loved partying, and you knew most of the people who’d be present so you knew going would be such a fun time.

Upon arrival Suna immediately began greeting his friends, you of course already being familiar with all of them waved hello and did the same. The music was blasting and you noticed everyone dancing and having a good time , there was a lot of drinks and plenty of weed to go around.

You stuck around Suna for about an hour, until your best friend Carrie noticed you and begged you to take a couple shots with her. You looked over to your boyfriend and let him know you’d be gone for a bit, complying to Carries request. He had no issues with it, he himself was about to start taking shots with his boys as well. You kiss Suna goodbye, and part ways for a moment.

Now on your fourth shot, you’re swaying to the music with your bestie, laughing and overall having a good time. You notice your boyfriend stare at you from across the room, when he notices you’ve caught his gaze he makes sure to send you a bashful smile, indicating that he’s having a good time too. Your heart flutters at the sight, you loved you boyfriends cheeky smile.

Still dancing you look over to your best friend “I’m really thirsty do you know where I can find water?”

“Yeah I heard there’s some in the fridge. Want me to come with you?”

“No girl stay here, I’ll be real quick.”

You slowly leave from the spot you were in and make your way to the kitchen, bumping into a few sweaty bodies on the way there.

Finally reaching the kitchen you quickly make your way to the fridge, normally you’d be too embarrassed to reach into another persons fridge but considering the fact that you were 4 shots in and parched you couldn’t care. Reaching inside to grab a water bottle you open the lid and start drinking, becoming startled by a voice

“Y/n?”

You turn around and notice a tall man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, his face seeming familiar to you

“Uh, hi? Do I, know you?” You ask as nicely as possible

“It’s me. Josh.” He replies with a smile

Hearing his name you recognize him instantly. Joshua Moretti, he was your neighbor for almost your entire childhood and your best friend all of your grade school years. He moved far away your third year of middle school, and although you’ve talked here and there, you hadn’t heard anything from him for years.

“Omg no way!” You shout as you quickly go to hug him. He reciprocates right away, squeezing you with excitement.

“You look so different! You’re so tall, and wow I did not recognize you at all.” You say happy to see your old friend

“Yeah. You look a bit different too, but I instantly recognized you when I saw you walk by.”

“That’s so crazy, well tell me how have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.”

You and Josh start catching up, he talks to you about how his life has been this far and you do the same.

Meanwhile back in the giant living room where you were before Suna notices your absence immediately. He didn’t see you leave, so he had no idea where you were. Even more confusing he noticed that your best friend was still in the same spot without you, which he found really weird.

A bit worried he gives a quick heads up to his friends, letting them know that he was going to look for you and he’d be right back. Passing through the people he’s looking left and right, in hopes to see you. From across the room he can faintly see you, you’re in the kitchen, hugging another man.

His heart drops to the pit of his stomach and his blood boils at the sight. What the fuck were you doing in the arms of another man???

He’s now pushing people to get out his way to get to you sooner. His gaze never leaves you and he notices you’re smiling at whatever the fuck this man is saying to you. He honestly never wanted to rock the shit out of another person in his entire life. But his anger was only rising and the alcohol in his system was only adding more fuel to the fire.

Finally reaching the kitchen he doesn’t hesitate to rush the other man, forcefully pushing him out of your way.

“What the fuck are you doing touching my girlfriend!?” He yells anger laced all over his words

The entire interaction caught you off guard, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Instantly you reach to get your boyfriend off Joshua.

“Suna what the fuck!” You yell out as you push him away to create space between the two men

“Don’t what the fuck me, who is this and why the fuck are you hugging him?!”

You’re taken aback by his tone. You’ve never seen Suna like this, he was always chill and always spoke to you softly.

“Suna, baby please calm down, you’re making a scene.” You softly say gently placing you hands on his arms

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He shoves your hands away and quickly storms out.

You look back at Josh, who looks very shaken up. You immediately apologize and soon after quickly make your way to follow Suna.

Running behind him, you two are now outside the house in the middle of the sidewalk. You shout out towards him to stop him from walking any further

“Rin please stop!” You yell out.

Suna turns around and makes his way over to you, his body is now hovering yours and you notice he’s still very angry “don’t tell me to fucking stop when I’ve just seen my girlfriend holding some other guy.”

“Can you let me fucking explain?” You yell out, becoming more frustrated

Suna stays quiet and only glares back at you.

“He’s my fucking friend from grade school. We grew up together, he’s like a fucking brother.”

Suna still says no words

“And guess what Rin? He’s getting married in 4 months. So that whole scene you did in there was for nothing!”

There’s now a silence between you two. It’s evident you’re both overwhelmed with emotions. You were beyond upset at his actions and he was trying his best to process everything. You didn’t want to be in his presence any longer, thinking the best thing to do now was to let each other cool down. Turning around, you begin walking away from Suna but he instantly stops you by holding onto your wrist.

“Please let me go. We both need space right now.” You say more quietly this time

“Fuck.”

You turn back to look at him and his head is looking down at the floor

He continues talking “I feel like such an asshole. But put yourself in my shoes.” He’s looking up to you now “I had no idea who that guy was, I’ve never seen him in my life and you’ve never mentioned him, so to me it was just some random guy you were hugging.”

You’re fully turned around now, listening to him speak

“I couldn’t fucking stand it.” He clenches his fist “I couldn’t stand seeing you in another mans arms, it fucking clouded my mind with anger. All I wanted to do was fuck him up.”

“Rin.” You say bringing your hand to caress his face “I get it, you had no idea who he was and if I’m being honest I would’ve been angry too if it were the other way around.”

“You’re mine.” He says, quickly grabbing you by the waist to bring your body close to his

There’s barely any space between you two, as he starts kissing you down your neck, not caring if you were in public

“The mere thought of you being near anyone else makes my skin crawl.” He says in between kisses.

“Rin-“ you breathlessly let out but he cuts you off

“I’m sorry I really am, but I just couldn’t control it. I want you for myself.”

He makes his way over to smash his lips against yours, and you reciprocate right away. After kissing for a moment you gently push him off, beginning to talk again

“But Rin, you can’t just hit people. I promise you I don’t want anyone but you. I’m all yours baby, but please-“ you wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer “don’t do what you did in there.”

Suna rests his forehead on yours, still tightly holding you “I’ll work on it. For you. But I get jealous, and I don’t think I ever won’t. But I promise I’ll work on how I react from now on.”

You smile at his words. Although you were completely aware that this dynamic wasn’t the sanest, you loved Suna with your entire heart and soul, and you wanted him to be with you.

“I love you baby. I’m all yours.”

Suna picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, he closes the gap between your lips, kissing you gently.

“I love you too. Thank you for being mine.”

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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Benedict Bridgerton / Anthony Bridgerton Imagines - Best Man Wins Part 2

AN: Am I going to hurt myself with this fic? Yes.

(🎶🎶🎶) = Link to song

Overall Summary: Entering a society you thought you had left behind, you find yourself in a tricky triangle with two gentleman you never thought you’d fall for.

PART ONE HERE

This Chapter: The courting starts...

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,752

Warnings: None

Dear readers, it was a surprise to see a face we’d long forgot about make her debut at last nights dashing ball at Danbury house.

Miss (Y/n) (Y/l/n) shook the social season within the first night by making her first appearance in almost 11 years. Word is that Lady (Y/l/n) remarried Lord Winslow and this has sparked her only daughters debut into society. After spending the previous 11 years off the coast of Kent, doing whatever it is widows do, Lady Winslow met Lord Winslow after a foolish incident left Lady Winslow in a ditch. Fortunate for her Lord Winslow passed by in his carriage and swept the widow off her feet.

However, Miss (Y/l/n)’s appearance wasn’t the only surprising event last night but the fact the young girl had secured the attention of not one but two Bridgerton Bachelors. Bear in mind that the youngest Bachelor, Colin Bridgerton, is currently off travelling Europe and so didn’t have the chance for his head to be turned by our fresh faced debutant.

Will Miss (Y/l/n) receive the pleasure of a call from the two well sought after gentleman? We will only find out over the coming days, dear readers.

“Mama?” You entered the breakfast room with Lady Whistledown’s paper in your hand.

Your mother was sat at the head of the table with a bowl of fresh fruit and a pot of tea.

Lord Winslow had been called out to his estate in the country for an emergency just as you had returned last night with your mother. He said he would only be gone a couple days but it had not even been 12 hours and your mother already looked lonely as ever.

You were lucky that Lord Winslow was a kind man. He really did love your mother and your mother loved him. Your mother had never loved your father, that you knew for certain and so it was wonderful to see your mother so happy with Lord Winslow.

You knew he didn’t particularly like you but he was a kind and fair man who had paid for all of your new clothes, shoes and settled you with a fair sum of a dowery.

“Mama, have you seen this?” You handed her the paper. “Lady Whistledown has dedicated a whole page just to us. She’s gone from reminding everyone of father’s scandal to how you met Lord Winslow and reporting of my arrival at the ball last night.”

Your mother picked up the paper and started to read it.

You sat beside her at the breakfast table and thanked the servants for bringing you over some hot oats. You sprinkled some fruit on top before pouring yourself an orange juice, all the while, your mother read.

“Of course she should mention the Bridgerton men. If you could catch one of them then I'd never have to worry about funds ever again.” Your mother put the paper down and took another sip of her tea.

“Mother, you have Lord Winslow who will always make sure you live comfortably. You don’t need me to go off and marry some Baron––”

“––But a viscount would be nice.” You mother quickly added.

“The Viscount Bridgerton is very well known for being a rake. I doubt he’ll be proposing anytime soon to anyone. I’m sure he only danced with me last night because his mother probably asked as she did recognise me.” You dismissed your mothers high hopes.

“Ah yes. Violet told me that she had invited you for tea. She invited me over, of course, but I’d rather not be too social this season with everyone asking questions about our situation before Lord Winslow.”

Your mother hadn’t worked before she met Lord Winslow. You brought in any extra funds by being a lady’s companion and your mother budgeted as she could the small amount of money her brother in law had given you both after the death of his brother/your father.

Your mother had never been the most friendly socialite of the ton even before your father’s death. More often than not she rejected invitations for tea or musicales and only showed up to the larger events the ton threw.

Your mother wasn’t particular friendly to anyone except Lord Winslow. Even you had a strange relationship.

Your mother was one of the eldest Mama’s amongst the girls your age. She had struggled to produce children for years and then eventually she stopped trying until one day on one anniversary she fell pregnant and it held.

She had prayed for a son to give your father an heir but she was blessed with you instead.

She had never been cruel or negligent but she never had that particular spark for maternal love.

Your father loved gambling more than he loved anyone or anything so paternal love was something you lacked during your childhood.

Nonetheless, you were glad your mother was happy now.

“There’s gifts for you in the drawing room before I forget to tell you.”

“Gifts?” You felt your heart flutter in excitement and before your mother could say anymore, you were already rushing to the drawing room.

You opened the door to see the room full of flowers.

Roses, hyacinths, camellias, carnations, peonies, sweet peas.... and more.

“My goodness.” You barely breathed the words as your hand shot to your mouth in delight.

“They’ve all come for you this morning, Miss.” Lottie, your lady’s maid, beamed at you.

“There’s so many.” You whispered to her with a bright smile.

“Lady Whistledown did name you the seasons incomparable, Miss!” Lottie reminded you. It was something you didn’t say aloud to your mother but Whistledown did write that after mentioning the Bridgerton brothers.

“May I be left to myself, Lottie, so I can read the notes.” You asked her politely to which she replied with a smile and a servants nod.

“I already told cook to prepare some biscuits but would you like anything else before I go?” Lottie asked.

“Biscuits?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the maid.

“For your callers.” Lottie blushed a little as she smiled at you.

“Callers! I’d forgotten! Oh Lottie, I need you to run upstairs and get my pearl earrings instead of these and I’d love some tea as well.” You had a sudden panic to want to look perfect. Lottie took the earrings you had taken out and bowed out of the room at your request.

You started around the room, smiling at each cheesy note from different suitors. Some you had danced with last night but most you hadn’t even spoken to.

You stopped when you spotted a beautiful bouquet of white roses with several pickings of wisteria.

‘You used to love the flowers at the front of the horse in spring time. I had to include them to remind you.

Yours, Benedict.’

You cradled the purple flower in your hand and breathed in the scent of the roses and wisteria.

You had no idea Benedict knew of that.

Lottie returned with your earrings and your tea.

“That’s a lovely bunch, Miss.” Lottie commented as you stood beside Benedict’s bouquet.

“Isn’t it?” You found yourself wishing to visit the house sooner than later but you knew you’d probably have callers and your trip would have to wait.

Your mother soon retired to the drawing room to act as chaperone as she expected callers sooner than later.

She scolded you for taking too long to read the notes on the flowers and soon you found yourself sat on the settee with a book of poetry and your embroidery beside you in case your mother looked up from her own stitch work.

It wasn’t long until the first caller arrived.

And then another.

And another.

Your whole morning was filled with short meetings of many suitors. More than you had expected.

The flower collection grew as more suitors came with their own bouquets rather than deliveries.

There was chocolates from Belgium and macaroons from France.

Your mother seemed happy with some of the more wealthy men and slightly less welcoming with the less fortunate. Her side glances to you said more than words ever could.

The morning all together was exhausting.... But no Bridgertons...

“Where are you off to?” Violet peered up from her cup of tea as she caught Anthony passing the door.

“Is it really any of your business mother?” Anthony questioned as he took several steps back so he was in the doorway. A bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back.

“If it’s off to see Miss (Y/l/n), I’d hold off.” Violet’s eyes met her sons and he could sense a fraction of worry there. “Your brother just left to do the same thing.”

“Benedict.” Anthony didn’t question whether it was Benedict but rather stated his name in a knowing voice.

“Miss (Y/l/n) may be new to society but she isn’t some play doll for the men of the ton to use and set aside like her mother had been.” Violet couldn’t help but feel an anger grow inside of her. She had cared for the girl when she was at a young age and she felt a sudden protectiveness grow over her now.

“I do not intend to corrupt her if that’s what you think, Mother.” Anthony said flatly. Slightly hurt that his mother had insinuated it.

“Then what do you intend to do? Marry her?” Violet’s question lingered in the air as Anthony clenched his jaw.

Anthony didn’t really know why he was going to call on the girl. Was he really. interested in courting her or did he just want to be near her for some reason?

“Good afternoon, Mother.” Anthony excused himself and left Bridgerton house.

He decided to walk so that he would miss Benedict by the time he’d arrive if he took the long route through the park. It was a sunny day after all.

“Mr Bridgerton to see Miss (Y/l/n).” The butler, Killian, had announced.

You rose from your seat and smiled politely as you watched Benedict enter behind him.

“Miss (Y/l/n).” Benedict took hold of your fingers and brushed a light kiss on top. “You look lovely this morning.”

“Thank you, Lord Bridgeton.” You greeted him back with a short curtsy. “I also must thank you for your bouquet!” You suddenly remember, walking over to them and lightly brushing your fingers under the wisteria.

“Mothers tip if I’m being honest.” Benedict told you as he held his hands behind his back.

You looked up at the man with bright eyes that he couldn’t help but look back into.

“Please tell Lady Bridgerton I will be round for tea as soon as possible.” You pushed down your excitement to remain as ladylike as you could.

“I’m sure Daphne will be glad to see you looking so well too.” Benedict let his eyes drop down your dress momentarily. You caught him doing so and felt your cheeks go pink under his gaze.

“I am looking forward to seeing my old playmate.” You spoke, hoping your voce wouldn't fail you and crack.

“I was hoping, Miss (Y/l/n), if you would do me the honour in promenading with me tomorrow morning through Hyde park?” Benedict inquired with hopeful eyes.

You looked back to your Mama who nodded in reply.

“Yes, that would be very agreeable.” You couldn’t help but let your smile grow when Benedict’s lips spread into one of his lopsided grins.

“I am looking forward to it.” Benedict took hold of your hand and pressed it to his lips once again.

However, this time, his lips lingered on the fabric of your glove. His eyes meeting yours as they did.

You hadn’t noticed you’d stopped breathing until the man lowered your hand.

“If you will excuse us, Mr Bridgerton but I have some business to take care of this afternoon so I’m afraid this call will have to come to a close until tomorrow.” Your mother stood and held her hand out towards the door.

“It’s been a pleasure, Lady Winslow. Miss (Y/l/n).” Benedict bid himself adieu leaving you and your mother alone.

“If anyone callers arrive then do not grant them access until I am back.” Your mother left the room, assumably to use the chamberpot with the amount of tea she’d been drinking that morning.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you looked down at Benedict’s flowers once more.

You felt yourself yawn as you suddenly realised just how tired you were.

“Being the most desired girl in the ton can be exhausting, can’t it, Miss (Y/l/n)?” A familiar voice startled you as someone entered without being announced.

“Lord Bridgerton!” You clutched your chest as you caught your breath.

“Miss (Y/l/n).” Anthony smirked.

“How did you get in?” You asked, looking past him to where Killian should have been standing.

“Your butler answered the door and then there was a crashing noice and he pointed me to this door and so here I am.” He explained, opening his arms to show himself.

That’s when you noticed the bouquet. Not one. But two.

“Here, there are for you and your mother.” Anthony offered you the bouquet as he watched you spot them.

“We shouldn’t be here unchaperoned.” You suddenly felt panicked for some reason.

“The door is open. I’m sure your mama won’t be long.” Anthony took a deeper step into the room and place the bouquets on the table.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” You examined them from a careful distance.

“I believe I saw my brother leaving here from up the street.” Anthony told you as he placed his hands behind his back.

“Ah.” You nodded, “Yes, he was here but moments ago.”

Anthony cocked his eyebrow with an amused look on his face.

“We were just talking about your mother and your sister. Your mother has invited me for tea and I told Benedict to tell your mother that I’ll be round to see her as soon as I can.” You found yourself rambling.

“You are welcome in Bridgerton house any time.” Anthony extended the invitation as the Viscount.

“Thank you.” You nodded politely. “So what has brought you to visit me today?”

It was a stupid question but anything to fill the silence.

“Well after tonight, I rather felt like seeing you again.” Anthony rocked on his heels as he spoke, scrunching his face as if he’d just thought of it.

He was teasing you and you knew it.

“Is that so?” You tilted your head up slightly with a smile. “It’s not often, I hear, that Anthony Bridgerton visits any lady of respectability after spending the night with her.” The words had come out before you could stop them and Anthony found himself laughing as you tried not to blush.

“That is where you are wrong. I do not spend my nights with any respectable ladies.” Anthony knew you were playing a game. He would never had responded this way unless he wanted to push your buttons.

“Ah yes. Opera singers, actresses and such, isn’t it? At least that’s what I hear from Whistledown nowadays.” You thought yourself cheeky.

“So you believe everything Whistledown writes?” Anthony asked, stepping closer to you again.

“Everything she has written so far has been correct.” You defended your answer.

“From the look of this room, I fear she may be correct about one thing at least.”Anthony gestured to all the flowers.

“And that is?” You followed his gesture.

“That you are the seasons incomparable. Perhaps the incomparable of any season thus.” Anthony’s compliment made you catch your breath in your throat.

“Ah! Mr Bridgerton. I hope I hadn't left you waiting too long.” Your mother interrupted at just the right time.

“Unfortunately, Mrs Winslow, I must be off now. I only came by to give these to Miss (Y/l/n) and yourself.” Anthony picked up the bouquet and handed to your mother before allowing himself to approach you.

Your eyes met his as he handed you the flowers.

His finger touched your own as he passed the bouquet over and you broke eye contact to retreat slightly. Not that your mother had noticed.

“Good afternoon, Mr Bridgerton.” You said quickly.

“Good afternoon, Miss (y/l/n).” Anthony kissed your hand like he had before as has his brother.

And then he left.

(PART 3 HERE)

#benedict bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x reader #Benedict Bridgerton imagines #Anthony Bridgerton #Anthony Bridgerton x reader #Anthony Bridgerton imagines #Bridgerton imagines #Daphne Bridgerton #Colin Bridgerton #Jonathan bailey #luke thompson #imagines #series #reader insert

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Unintentional

Chapter 6 - Realization

Book: The Royal Romance AU

A/N- The first 4 chapters will have the feel of a one-shot, as each one is a glimpse into Liam’s past. But as the story goes on, they will all tie together.

A/N 2- This story is a bit different than what I usually write.. Ok a LOT different. Some terrible things have happened during Liam's life.. But the story isn’t without humor or joy. I swear it’s not all bad! The characters are still canon in the sense of their whole overall personalities, but of course there are several changes to fit the story.

Series Warnings- oh so many: language, drinking, violence, sexual assault, abuse, murder, homophobia, bullying, mentions of suicide.. Also there will be some lemons in later chapters.

Word count- 2,400

18+ only

Catch up here.

Chapter 6 - Realization

Once the police finished taking statements and extensively questioning everyone, Liam relaxed slightly.. But only slightly. The man had broken into Bertrand’s study through the window, attempting to steal a large amount of cash and obviously whatever else he could find. The man was armed and honestly could have killed all of them if he wanted to. Liam had apparently beaten the intruder so badly, several bones in his face were fractured. But the man was alive.. Thanks to Maxwell.

Liam was absolutely horrified by what happened, but the police were calling him a hero. They said he saved his friends lives from a dangerous criminal. Maybe that was true, but all Liam could think of was that he finally received the confirmation he had been dreading for the past twenty years.

Hana and Grace went home, and Riley went upstairs attempting to relax with her go-to feel better movie, Legally Blonde. Bertrand was busy rummaging through his study, checking if anything was missing, and Liam, Drake, and Maxwell were in the kitchen sitting around the table.

Drake and Maxwell were badly shaken up, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil that Liam was experiencing. He nearly killed a man. He came-to in the process of beating him to death. He was a murderer.. The thought was all too much and Liam stood abruptly, needing to get out of there quickly to be alone and think.. Or maybe to vomit.

“Where are you going?” Max asked.

Liam paused, not looking back at either of them. “I need to be alone.”

“But.. don’t you want to talk about it?” Maxwell asked sadly.

That was the absolute last thing Liam wanted to do. He didn’t want people to find out what was wrong with him. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Li, I know that you’re shaken up by this, but it’s not going to go away just by ignoring it.” Drake was being surprisingly insightful.

“You have no idea..” Liam blew out a breath. “Nevermind.. You wouldn’t understand.”

“What?” Drake asked as they stood up making their way over to Liam, who continued walking away. “What wouldn't we understand?”

“There are things you just don't know about me.”

Drake was taken aback. He and Liam had always told each other everything. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve known you for forever!”

Liam laughed humorlessly, “Nobody knows me.. Hell, I don't even know myself.” Max and Drake gaped at him, as Liam stormed out the front door.

He was glad they didn’t try to follow him. He needed to be alone. Liam’s heart sank as he realized he would always be alone. He couldn't trust himself around anyone. He was a monster.

Liam stayed outside alone on a bench in the garden for hours until the sun shone high in the sky. He was hollow inside. Empty. Broken.

Eventually he heard footsteps coming up behind him and he considered running.

“Liam..” Maxwell put a hesitant hand on his shoulder. “Can we.. talk now?”

Liam tensed then dropped his elbows to his thighs, putting his head in his hands. He couldn't look at him. Liam sighed deeply. “What’s there to talk about?”

Drake scoffed. “The fact that you overpowered a man who had a gun and possibly saved all of our lives.”

“Don’t say that like it’s a good thing.”

Max and Drake frowned at each other in confusion. Maxwell sat next to Liam, putting an arm around him. “Liam, I’ve never seen you like this. We’re friends. You can tell us anything.. Whatever is on your mind.”

Liam turned to Maxwell with tears in his eyes. “Max.. tell me what you saw. From start to finish. Every detail.”

“Why?” Max frowned sadly. “You want to relive it again?”

“Please.”

Max nodded. “Ok.”

4:10 a.m.

Maxwell awoke to a loud crash coming from the back of the house. His blood ran cold as he glanced around. What the hell was that? He nudged Liam, who had fallen asleep next to him on the couch during the movie. “Liam!” He whispered loudly. “Wake up, I think someone’s in the house! I heard a noise!”

Liam groaned and rolled over onto his side, and Max shook him. “Liam.. we need to call the cops! I seriously think someone broke in!”

Liam shot up from the couch and began making his way to the back of the house following the sound of another loud crash. Max called out after him quietly, “Liam, what the hell? Don’t go in there.. we need to call the cops!”

Liam was on a mission as he made his way toward Bertrand’s study. Maxwell ran after him, trying to keep quiet, terrified to see what he was planning to do. Liam threw the door open and a man was standing before him wearing a ski mask, one hand holding a gun, and the other stuffing cash into an open duffel bag on the desk.

Maxwell felt his heart drop as the man pointed a gun at Liam. Liam charged at the man full-force, knocking him down to the floor with a crash. The burglar tried to fight Liam, but Liam was unhinged, repeatedly punching him in the face. Maxwell screamed for Liam to stop, certain that the mad was dead. When Liam raised his fist to deliver the final blow, Maxwell once again screamed for him to stop. Liam’s whole body jerked and he gasped as he seemed to come back to himself.

The next thing Maxwell knew, Liam was crawling backwards away from the man, as if he didn’t even know what he had done.

Liam nodded, emotionless and hollow as a puppet as Max finished telling him the details of what happened. “That’s it then. I’m a murderer.”

“Liam.. don’t say that.” Drake sat next to him, his forehead wrinkling with worry.

“Drake. You don't know that half of it.” Liam closed his eyes in pain. “The reason I asked Max for details is.. because I don't remember a single thing.”

“Maybe you just blocked it out because it was traumatizing.” Max said softly.

“If only that was it.” Liam shook his head. “But, this isn't the first time this has happened.”

Drake and Maxwell exchanged a worried glance and Liam debated whether or not to tell them. It was a terrible burden that he didn't want to unload onto anyone. But they were his best friends.. Maybe they would understand. And he was so, so tired of keeping this secret to himself.

Liam swallowed hard, his chest tightening. “This is the fifth time this has happened.. that I know of.” God, he hadn't even thought of that before. What if this had happened several times and he only knew about those few because he woke up in a strange place? File that crisis away for later, he told himself. One thing at a time. Liam took a deep breath and told them everything.

Liam watched their faces go from disbelief to horror. Drake stood up pacing, and Maxwell was frozen in place sitting next to Liam.

“What-” Drake started, but paused. “How-” He sighed and shook his head. “I don't understand.”

“Welcome to my life.” Liam shrugged.

“Why didn't you tell us sooner?” Drake asked. “Like.. maybe the first time you suspected.”

“Are you kidding?! How do you tell someone something like that?” Liam wasn’t trying to get defensive, but couldn’t help it. “Hey remember that random person who treated us like crap? Oh, well I murdered them.. But get this! I don't remember any of it!”

“Right.” Drake nodded sadly. “You’re right. Sorry.”

Liam glanced at Maxwell out of the corner of his eye. He was expressionless, staring at the ground.

“Max? You haven't said anything.” Liam couldn't hide the hurt in his voice. “If you want me to leave and never talk to you again.. I will. I promise.” Liam tried to swallow down the lump in his throat as he choked up. “And.. I totally understand if that’s your choice. That goes for both of you.” Liam glanced over to Drake, as tears filled his eyes.

Maxwell sighed sadly and slid an arm around Liams waist, resting his head against his shoulder. “Don’t ever say that again.”

“Max.. I deserve to be in prison.”

“No you don’t.”

“I’ve killed people! Four that I know of!”

Liam closed his eyes tightly, as tears threatened to fall. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob. Finally admitting to himself and to his two best friends what he had done, had left him emotionally and physically drained. He couldn't have spoken if he wanted to. What more was there to say at this point?

Max pulled Liam closer to him, so that his face was pushed into Maxwell’s chest, letting Liam soak his shirt in his tears. Liam barely felt a few different hands on his back, rubbing soothingly as he continued to sob. After a few moments, Liam pulled back, wiping his hands down his face. He was a hysterical mess.

Liam felt arms wrap around him from behind and a soft kiss was placed to his cheek. “Liam, I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this” He froze as he realized it was Riley. Shit, she had heard everything. Now three people knew about the atrocious things he had done.

Liam stared at the ground, an occasional sniffle the only sound he could make. Max spoke softly to Drake and Riley. “Could you guys give us a minute?”

Drake nodded and Riley patted Maxwell’s back as they made their way toward the house. Once they were out of sight, Maxwell touched Liam’s cheek, turning his head to face him.

“Liam. Please look at me.”

Liam pushed out a long breath before turning slightly to face Maxwell.

Max gave him the saddest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen and it made Liam’s eyes well up with tears all over again. Liam sniffed, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I.. don't..”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen, ok?”

Liam nodded, biting his cheek.

“I don't know exactly what is going on. But, I know that we're going to fix it.”

“You can’t-” Liam started to speak but Max held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Just listen.” Max smiled sadly. “We’re going to figure out what is going on.. and we are going to fix it. Me, Drake, and Riley. We're all on your side. We love you, Liam.”

Liam bit his bottom lip and looked away again. How could Maxwell even say that to him after knowing the things he had done?

“Why?”

Max blinked in surprise. “Why what?”

“Why do you all love me? I don’t deserve it.”

Maxwell brushed Liam’s hair from his forehead tenderly. “You are amazing, Liam. You’re kind, and generous, and sweet, and fun to be around. Whatever has happened, isn't you. It isn't Liam.”

Liam choked out another sob. He hadn't cried this much in his entire life. Maxwell gently placed a hand on either side of Liam’s face, looking into his eyes. His thumbs tenderly swiped the fresh tears from his cheeks and Max smiled. Liam’s heart fluttered as he stared into the deep blue eyes that always left him feeling safe and comforted.. They felt like home. Before he knew what he was doing, Liam leaned forward, eyes sliding shut as he reached a hand up to cradle the back of Maxwell’s head, threading his fingers through his soft brown hair at the nape of his neck. Max moved forward, meeting him halfway and it was like sparks of electricity flew as their lips touched. Liam was suddenly fifteen years old again, bashful and excited to kiss the boy with the freckles and crooked smile.

After a momentary soft kiss, the two pulled back with a satisfied sigh. Liam couldn't believe how right it felt to kiss Maxwell again after all those years, and he already felt empty without his lips nearby. Liam surged forward, causing Maxwell to let out a small whimper as the two moved their lips insistently together, unable to get close enough. Hands were everywhere as the two moaned into each other’s mouth, savoring one anothers taste. Liam had never had a kiss that felt like this before and it caused his heart to ache. He knew he didn't deserve it.. He didn't deserve affection and happiness.

Maxwell was breathing heavily as he looked at him in amazement. “Liam.” He spoke softly, like he was afraid Liam would run away once he realized this had actually happened.

Liam licked his lips, savoring the taste of Maxwell for a moment longer. “I should..” Liam looked down sadly, trying to catch his breath. “Maybe I should go.”

“Don’t.” Max grabbed his hand gently. “Please don’t.” Liam stared down at Maxwell’s hand resting in his own. He traced his fingertips over the rings Max wore. How were his hands so beautiful? Liam wondered if this gorgeous man knew that he was the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth at this moment.. The only thing keeping him from collapsing into himself. Liam brought Maxwell’s hand up to his lips, kissing him softly on his knuckles.

Max smiled sweetly and pulled Liam to his feet. “Come on. Let’s go inside and figure this out.”

“How?” Liam asked.

“We’re going to scour the internet. We can go to the library and research. We’ll be proper detectives!” Max winked. “I have a cute little fedora I can put on, like Dick Tracy.”

Liam let out a small chuckle. “That does sound cute.”

Max rubbed his thumb over Liam's knuckles and gave him a sad smile, while Liam continued. “It’s just that I’ve been dreading this my whole life. I never looked into it because.. I don't think I can-” Liam choked up. “I don’t think I can take knowing.”

Max leaned forward hugging him tightly. “You won't be alone. Whatever it is.. We’ll deal with it together, yeah?”

Liam sighed heavily. “Ok.”

Liam and Maxwell slowly made their way back into the Beaumont’s estate side by side. Once Max opened the doors, Riley ran out into the foyer to meet them, wide eyed. “You guys have got to come in here! I think we’ve already figured it out!”

#trr fanfic #the royal romance #choices fanfic #liam rys #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #drake x riley #liam x maxwell #unintentional

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dekus-afro-pic · 3 years

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Smile For The Camera

Dabi x Fem!Reader x Hawks

⚠️ warning ⚠️: This fic includes the use of Dabi and Hawks real name which are spoilers to the manga. This fic also includes non-con sex with Endeavor, murder, crying, SWEET SWEET REVENGE, and Villan Hawks

Summary: After months of being held captive by the number one “hero” you finally snap. When you reunite with your childhood friends, whom you thought were dead, your opportunity for revenge is brought to you ona silver plater. Art by @brttpaige

Burns and bruises littered your body and the man on top of you was to blame. You scratch at the hand that was around your throat as you felt yourself losing oxygen. The “hero” slaps your hands away and strikes your face as he continued to thrust into you.

“Just take it,” He grunts above you “Give me what I want”

Tears were no longer streaming down your face but that didn’t stop you from wailing in pain as his hips met yours. You refused to look into his eyes when he hurt you this way. Knowing that if you did, he’d only go harder. You didn’t want this at all. How could he not see that? You didn’t expect your close friend’s father to be such a…monster.

How could you not know y/n? He killed his own son for Christ's sake. And soon, he’d kill you too.

After Endeavor finishes his load inside of your womb, he zips up his pants and leaves. You laid there, in the bed of an apartment that he kept you captive in, and shuddered. You knew two things for certain.

You are not going to bear his child and you were going to kill Enji Todoroki.

You crawl towards the nightstand and pull out a plan-b from beneath it. After swallowing the pill dry, you make your way to the bathroom to tend to your injuries and cleanse yourself of that monster.

Unbeknownst to you, someone watched the whole ordeal take place. Dabi’s blood was boiling. How the fuck could the number one “hero” be capable of such actions. But then again, heroes weren’t all that they seemed. His chest tightened as he watched you use your water quirk to heal your bruises. You shouldn’t be going through this. You should be out there getting rid of villains like his “father”. He knew he had to get you out of there. He pulls out his phone to inform the others of his plan. But for it to succeed, you were going to have to make the first move.

And that you did. Once your body was back to an ok state, you start packing everything you could. Your toothbrush, clean clothes, the little food you had in the beat down apartment, 2000¥ ($20 USD) you stole from your abuser, and your only second pair of shoes. You were on a mission to get out of there as fast as you could.

It was a Friday night, meaning that Endeavor was out playing pretend with his family. The looks on their faces once you reveal his secrets were ones that you want to cherish forever. You couldn’t wait until the world finally knew who it was idolizing.

You wasted no time opening the bedroom window and sprinting down the fire escape stairs. You held the duffel bag close to your body as you ran down the dark alleyway. You were free. You were finally free.

After running for what felt like 20 minutes you finally stop to give your aching lungs and legs a break. You didn’t know where your legs had taken you but from the looks of it, you were farther away from the apartment than you had imagined. You weren’t complaining though. The farther away you were from that wretched man the better.

You sat in a quiet alleyway for some time. You reach into your bag for a water bottle as you pressed your back against the brick wall. When you looked back up from your bag three men were standing on the opposite side of the alleyway. As the men inch closer to you, you realize that there weren’t three men. It was one man with gigantic wings.

“Hey kid. I know this might sound crazy but” He said grabbing you and your bag with both his hands “You’re a package I need to deliver.”

“What the fuck let me go” you struggle against the stranger's hold. Your actions are stopped as he rose in the air. You cling to his chest for dear life hoping he wouldn’t drop you.

“Where the fuck are you taking me bird brain?” You yell against the roaring winds. He didn’t answer you, he only smiled as you continue to spew curses at him. “I swear when you land I’m going to DROWN you”

Finally, he lands in front of a relatively big house in the woods. Once his feet touch the ground you use the water in his body to make him punch himself. Before you could swing at him with your fist, his feathers lifted you off the ground and carried you into the house.

“Hawks is back” you heard a girl squeal “And he brought her too.”

Hawks’ feather dropped you on your bum as the man walks off. The girl from before comes into your line of eyesight and smiles. She had blonde hair which was tied into pigtails and her canines were long.

“Hi I’m Toga” She introduced, holding out her hand to help you up. “The birdie who flew you in is Hawks, he’s Dabi’s boyfriend. Welcome to the new and improved League of Villains super-secret hideout. Don’t tell anyone though. Or I’ll have to kill you”

“Y/n” you reply as you take her hand. “Why am I here? I’m no villain.” At least not yet you weren’t.

“Dabi has told us all about you. Which is why you’re here. He should be around here somewhere” She wonders off. You hear her yell “DABI” Before she returns with Hawks and another man, who you assumed was Dabi. You flick your middle finger at the birdman as he walked closer to you.

“Aww don’t be like that kid. I was only trying to help” He said with a smile. With the proper lighting in the house, you got a proper look at the man. His wings were a bright crimson color and his blonde hair was done messily. He had a long scratch from above his right eyebrow down to the middle of his cheek. Overall the man looked familiar.

Damn this man is gorgeous. If he didn’t have a boyfriend I’d want a piece of that.

You flinched when you feel his hand touch your shoulder. On the defense, you twist his arm behind his back and push him away from you. When you realize what you’ve done you quickly apologize “Oh shit. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

“No it’s fine” He reassured with a smile “it’s obvious that you're on edge. I shouldn’t have done that”

“Yea...on edge” you turn to the other man. His eyes were bright blue and the majority of his skin was covered in burn scars. Staples pierced his skin in various places. “You must be Dabi”

“Correct. But you can call me Touya”

“Tou-?”

“Follow me” He interrupts. You follow the couple down the hallway. You passed multiple rooms. In one room, a man with visible dry skin sat in front of a medium-sized tv with a game controller in hand. Maybe he’d let you relieve him one day.

“I’ve been watching you Y/n” Touya begins “I’ve seen the things that man has done to you”

You stopped in front of a brown door. Hawks stepped in front of you with a softer look.

“You’re going to get your revenge little birdie. But for now,” Hawks opened the door to the room. It was gorgeous, to say the least. A queen-sized bed was centered in the room with the smell of vanilla faint in the air. “You’re going to relax”

You dropped your duffel bag as you slowly walked through the threshold. You make your way to the bed with tears blurring your vision. Hawks place your bag on a vacant chair while Touya makes his way towards you.

“So you’ve been in hiding this whole time?” You question the man standing in front of you.

“Yeah pretty much” he nods, rubbing the back of his neck “I was supposed to come back for you but you went off the grid. Now I know why”

“Where’s Keigo?” You ask.

“What did that monster do to you?” The blonde reaches out to caress your face but you flinch away. “I’m Keigo, Y/n”

“Some friend reunion we have here” You joke.

When you realize that you were indeed not captivated in some beat down apartment panic sunk in. What if he finds you? What if he’s already sent out people to look for you? What if these were the people he sent out?

“Hey” A single feather lifts your head to look at both of them “Don’t worry your pretty little head. He won’t find you here. And if somehow he does...we’ll just kill him”

Dabi nods his head in agreement. You wrap your arms around both of their bodies with tears running down your face. Keigo leaned into your touch while Dabi just pats your head stiffly.

They tell you to adjust to your new room and get cleaned up as they leave your room. Once Keigo closes your door, he buries his face into his hands.

“Did you see her arms and legs Touya?” He sobs, “She looks like she hasn’t eaten in days”

Dabi places his hand on his lover’s back, guiding him to their shared room. “Don’t cry Keigo. We’ve successfully finished phase one of the plan. We need to get ready for phase two”

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“Ok you two. What’s going on?” You ask your two best friends.

“It’s a surprise y/n, we can’t tell you” The blonde laughs as Touya guided you through the wooded area. The white blindfold did its job at hiding the world from your view. You felt the boy to your right stop walking as the other untied the white cloth.

The view before you was breathtaking. “Happy Birthday Y/N” frosted onto a small cake with balloons tied to tree branches.

“Guys you shouldn’t have” You giggle.

“You’re our best friend Y/N. You’re going to have to get used to celebrating your birthday” Touya scolded.

Little did the three of you know, that was going to be the last time you would be together.

The scene started to change. The woods were engulfed in bright flames, screams were heard in the distance.

“KEIGO!” you scream. “TOUYA!WHERE ARE YOU?”

The smoke covered everything around you. You choked on the thick smoke as you tried to avoid the flames. You scream louder for your friends. But you never found them. You trip and fall over a fallen tree branch. You look up and see your abuser standing over you.

You try to crawl away from him but he catches you by your hair.

“No. Please” you cry. “TOUYA! KEIGO PLEASE HELP”

“Y/n. You can’t escape me” He growls in your ear.

Just seconds before he could throw you against the burning tree, your eyes shoot open as you send icicles flying everywhere. You scream as you feel hands grabbing your own. Your eyesight still blurry from waking up, you swing at the person in front of you. “LET GO. LET GO! GET OFF ME. KEIGO, TOUYA HELP ME”

“Y/n calm down it’s me. It’s Keigo” The blonde whispers. Your eyes frantically search for his. Your body shakes while you sob as you held Keigo’s face in your hands.

“Keigo, where were you? Keigo don’t let him get me please don’t let him get me” You choke out, “I don’t want to go back please don’t send me back. Don’t leave me again, please.”

“He won’t find you baby bird” He cooed. He places your head on his chest as he rubs your hair soothingly. “I’m here now. I’m not leaving again” He stays true to his word and drifts back to sleep with you in his arms.

Touya woke up to an empty bed. Confused, he brushed his teeth and went to check up on you. When he opens your room door he finds you asleep on top of his boyfriend’s chest. His boyfriend, on the other hand, was wide awake. He looks over at the door when he heard the floorboards creak.

“Shh. She had a rough night” He whispers.

“What happened?”

“Night Terror about him. She was screaming our names so I came in to check on her. She almost cut me with an icicle.” Keigo explains.

Touya slides underneath your cover on the other side of you. You stir at the sudden movement which causes Keigo to stop breathing.

“Goodmorning Keigo” you groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes “and Touya”

“Goodmorning little one” the latter replied, “how are you feeling?”

“Tense” You yawn. You wiggle out of Keigo’s hold and walk towards your duffel bag. “Where’s the bathroom? I’m going to uh..take a shower”

“Across the hall”

You say a quiet thank you and exit your room. The couple let out breaths that they didn’t know they were holding when they hear the shower starts.

“We have to do something. And quick” Keigo whispers “Did Toga and Shigaraki already leave?”

“Yea. They should be back later tonight with our special guest. But for now, we need to calm down y/n”

The water dripped off of your skin as you stepped out of the steamy shower. After drying off, putting on clean clothes, and brushing your teeth, you walk back across the hall to your bedroom. Before you could sit back down on your bed, Keigo’s there with his hand stretched out for you to take.

“Hey, there birdie. Come with me” he says.

You take his hand and followed behind the blonde. He brings you to the kitchen, where a tall shadow man was making lunch.

“Hello young y/n” He spoke “I’m Kurogiri”

“Nice to meet you” You smile faintly. “Keigo I’m not hu-“

“Yes you are y/n” Touya scolds from behind you. “You haven’t eaten since I don’t know when. At least eat the seaweed out of it”

He pulls the chair out for you to sit and sits directly across from you. Keigo takes the seat on side of you as Kurogiri places your bowls in front of you.

“Shoyu Ramen?” You inhale the steam coming from the bowl. It smelled delicious. How long has it been since you had this?

“You always ate this after training and I suspect that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in-“ Touya was cut off by your loud slurping “years”

“Stalker” You laugh before stuffing your face with more ramen. “So how long have you been watching me?”

“Well, we’ve been looking for you since we turned 20” Keigo answers. “Touya here found you just last week”

Your response was a loud hum as you drank the broth of your meal. You couldn’t help the satisfied sigh that escaped through your lips. The food was just that good.

“I’m kind of grateful that you abducted me when you did. I’d probably still be sitting in that alleyway.”

“Y/n if you don’t mind me asking” Touya begins “How long has he been..”

“6 months” You sigh, “I was dropping Shoto off at home one night and that’s when he took me to the apartment. I had no contact with the outside world. No tv, no phone, not even a god damn newspaper” You felt your quirk activate, causing the water in the glasses before you to boil. “I swear, the next time I see him I’m going to boil the skin off of him”

“Whoa there princess” Keigo uses one of his feathers to rub at your thigh to calm you down. You relax at his touch and bring the raging water to a stop. You grab Keigo’s hand in an attempt to regulate your breathing.

“So what’s the plan?” You ask, “I know you two are up to something”

“It’s a surprise” Touya smirks “you’ll find out after dinner.”

You spent your day sandwiched between the two men in your new bed watching movies, catching up, and enjoying each other’s company. It was strange how you didn’t feel like a complete third wheel. Instead, you felt like you were apart of the relationship and you were happy. You can’t even remember the last time you had a good time like this.

At last, it was dinner time. The two left your room minutes prior to “prepare your surprise” in Keigo’s words. You decided to change your clothes while you waited for the ok to come down. Just as you finished up, one of Keigo’s feathers tapped your shoulder.

You were greeted with blue and yellow eyes when you entered the dining room. Feathers pulled out your chair while the others sat down in their seats.

Fish, rice bowls, and other foods were placed on the table. You ate in silence, mainly because you didn’t want to choke, while the others talked amongst themselves.

“Y/n-Chan” Toga whined “Why are you so quiet over there?”

“The food is so good,” you say after swallowing a mouth full of rice, “I want to eat as much as possible”

Kurogiri nods in your direction at the compliment. Dinner goes on with Dabi and Shigaraki arguing over who’s the strongest and You and Keigo exchanging flirty glances and middle fingers.

“Hey Y/n, Trynna steal my boyfriend?” Touya teases.

“You’re going to have to share Mr. Blueflame” you tease back. Everybody laughs as you two keep going back and forth.

“Alright Alright. Dinners over. Time for your surprise Y/n” Touya announced.

Everybody looked at you with sinister smirks as Keigo helped you out of your seat. You were led to the basement where two seats were on opposite sides of the room with a camera in the middle.

You sat in the chair closest to the door and watched Touya and Shigi bring in someone in handcuffs with a trash bag over their head.

“Guys what’s going…” you stopped talking when Shigaraki dusts the bag off the person’s head. But it wasn’t a person, no.

It was him. The monster that kept you captive for months. The monster that stripped you of your innocence and ruined your life plans. You felt your blood begin to boil as you stood out of your chair.

“Y/n?” The older man groaned. Touya punched him in his jaw before he could speak again.

“Don’t you dare say her fucking name” He spat. He then turned to you with soft(ish) eyes. “Don’t worry. The cuffs are quirk canceling”

“Do your worst baby bird” Keigo whispered into your ear.

You motioned for everyone to move out of the way as you walked towards your new captive. “Remember this face in your next life” You whisper.

You boiled the water in his body and smiled at the bubbles visibly forming on the surface of his skin. As the man before you screams in pain, you walk towards the camera that was recording the whole thing.

“Smile for the camera Enji. Why don’t you tell little Shoto where’d you take me all those months ago. Why I could no longer pick him up from school on Fridays” You toy with the corpse. You watched as blood began to seep through his skin “You’ve always told me to give you what you want. This time it is you who will give me what I want”

“Hey Dabi” Keigo whispered “Is it just me or is Y/N kinda hot when she’s committing murder”

The ravenette nodded at his boyfriend’s statement. You were indeed hot as hell murdering his father. Your abuser. He froze, just as he was about to add a comment, when you spun the camera around to face him and Keigo.

“Say hi Dabi” You smile at the two. “Hi Hawks”

“You’ve officially lost it baby bird”

“I agree. Crazy looks good on you” Touya adds.

You turn the camera off and hand it to Kurogiri. You walk over to the couple with a pout on your face “He’s dead now. My fun’s over”

“Oh no no no” Touya teasingly pulled you into his chest by your waist “The fun is just beginning. Right, Keigo?”

Keigo pushes his groin against your ass and nibbles on your earlobe.“That’s right babe” he whispered “We’re going to help you reclaim what’s yours”

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A/n: So there’s smut to this fic😭 but I won’t post it unless this does good. Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR.

#dabihaks #hot wings #mha #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha x y/n #my hero academia #touya todoroki x reader #Hawks x reader #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks imagine #dabi x reader #mha bakugo x reader #hitoshi x reader #kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader smut

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I know I keep asking you all these random questions, but- in AF, it always irked me that we never learned about Fowl Sr.’s return to Fowl Manor, given that he was recovering from being in a coma (I know his amputation sight would have been healed by then, but I don’t think he would have been strong enough to walk on a prosthetic for a while- he probably used crutches for a bit). Like... what was that like for the Fowls. I know that the books never go into it, but I would have hoped that it was a brief period of the Fowl Family being just... happy to be together again, even as they were having to dramatically restructure their lives again to adjust to the head of the family being home again, especially for Tim and Angeline. Any thoughts or headcanons or what-not?

Ask as many questions as you like! (That goes for anyone else as well.) It gets my brain going and motivates me to start writing things. Also sorry this took a bit, I've got medical crap going on rn.

As usual, I'm gonna toss this under a Read More, because boy, did this get long, I apologize. And I'm going to warn you, a lot of this delves into how I feel about Artemis' relationship with Tim and Angeline overall. But it's those feelings that drive most of my headcanons, so I feel like it's best to talk about them.

Let's start with Artemis Sr. and his state of being after rescue. I'm gonna pull some quotes from my copies of The Arctic Incident and The Eternity Code throughout my pondering, please bear with me.

At the beginning of TAI, we're given a laundry list of ailments Fowl Sr. has when he's dragged out of the water in the beginning of the book:

"Though the man's clothes were relatively intact, his body had not fared so well. His bare hands were mottled with frostbite. One leg had been snapped below the knee, and his face was a horrific mask of burns."

"He'll lose that leg for sure, (...) A couple of fingers, too. That face doesn't look too good either."

When it's Holly's turn to drag Fowl Sr. out of the water, his heartbeat is dangerously low, due to deadly cold water. We know she kept him alive, healed the chest wound caused by the blunt force of the shell Butler shot him with, as well as a blinded eye that wasn't mentioned previously, but we're not really told anything else, which I suppose leaves it up to our imaginations as to what ailments he's left with.

We know he lost his leg, but did he lose some of those frostbitten fingers? Frostbite doesn't fuck around (Mayo Clinic link, if you'd like), and while it's not mentioned, it would be likely his captors would have had to amputate a few of those as well, to prevent the dead tissue from eventually killing their meal ticket. His face was severely burned from the explosion, how extensive was the scaring after everything was said and done? We know magic can heal scars if that's what the magic is told to do, but Holly probably wasn't worried about that in the moment, and she makes this statement:

"I got him," she gasped, "One live Mud Man. He's not pretty, but he's breathing."

So even with Holly doing what she could, it sounds like Fowl Sr.'s condition was still really rough. Rough enough to need prolonged medical attention. He'd spent nearly two years in a coma before waking up in Murmansk, and the ordeal of his rescue was enough to throw him back into a coma, as we're told in The Eternity Code.

Except wait a minute. In Artemis Jr.'s diary excerpt, we're given some information that contradicts the previous book.

"It had been over two months since Holly Short used her healing magic on his battered body, and still he lay in his Helsinki hospital bed. Immobile, unresponsive.

The doctor's could not understand it. He should be awake, they informed me. His brain waves are strong, exceptionally so. And his heart beats like a horse. It is incredible, this man should be at death's door, yet he has the muscle tone of a twenty-year old.

(…) Holly's magic has overhauled his entire being, with the exception of his left leg, (...) He has received an infusion of life, in body and mind."

(...) my father had no need of medical attention. He simply sat up, rubbed his eyes, and muttered one word: 'Angeline.'"

So now Holly's magic apparently healed everything but the lost leg? What?

I love the Artemis Fowl books, but I will always be a little frustrated with their inconsistencies. But you know what? It's great for giving yourself permission to play around with your headcanons. If Colfer changes what he wants when he wants, I certainly won't feel bad about doing it.

I'm going to go with the TAI and say that Tim was still in a really rough state after everything. Ignoring that supposedly his muscles were fine, he'd still have to learn how to walk on the prosthetic. And tbh, I'm just going to believe that his muscles weren't magically perfect. Maybe easier to build back than they would have been without the magical infusion, but there was definitely gonna be work involved. And that's ignoring probable mental trauma. He was in a coma for a large portion of his captivity, but there was a brief period of time where he was conscious, with captors that maybe couldn't kill him, but definitely didn't treat him well (though it sounds like he was being a difficult captive, but yeah, of course, he's a Fowl lol.)

(Detour Thought: My mental picture of Artemis Senior has always involved heavy facial scarring, especially on the side of his face where the damage was apparently bad enough to blind him.)

But to get back to your original inquiry (Jesus, Blue, I am so sorry at how badly I've dragged this out) I do like to think there would be a period of recovery and restructure that would involve the Fowls getting to be a happy family together. Great potential for a hurt/comfort fic, if you ask me.

I'm going to be frank, (and this opinion puts me at odds with the fandom at large, I know) - from my interpretations of the books overall, while Artemis certainly had a strict upbringing with parents who were usually busy and definitely irresponsible, I never got the sense that it was a loveless childhood. Nor did I ever get the sense that Artemis feared his father as a person, but rather that he feared disappointing him, which at no point are we told ever actually happened. I've read these books a million times, I've never found anything in them suggesting Artemis ever disappointed his father, nor that Tim was ever actually cruel to Artemis. Strict, yes. Overly formal? Definitely. But not cruel.

Now, the fact that he felt he had to jump through so many hoops to maintain his father's approval? Bad parenting, Tim. Also, don't encourage him to be a criminal mastermind, maybe. But also Artemis is an over-achiever by nature, which Tim just either didn't clue in on or more likely imo, thought it was in Artemis' best interests as an heir of a criminal empire to be that way.

Aside from Tim and Angeline later suggesting he try to be more 'normal' and let go of his criminal tendencies, and that one incident of Angeline pulling a guilt trip (all of which is a whole other thing I won't get into rn), Artemis' parents speak positively to and about him. I just honestly think they don't know how to be actual parents, which, being aristocrats, tracks. They function almost more like older siblings after TAI, really, which isn't exactly great, but it could be worse.

We know his father used to read to him regularly when he was little (ending with a kiss on the head, which I always thought was sweet) and we know that Angeline was always warm and available to him whenever possible (until her grief-stricken dementia set in.) Artemis has a moment of angst at how strict/formal his upbringing was compared to the twins, but overall he generally speaks positively of his parents, and he loved and missed them enough to risk his life several times for them. Even when he's frustrated by their joined presence making it harder for him to conduct criminal activities, he still misses them and thinks about them often when he's away from them.

Which yeah, that's what this all boils down to for me. Artemis just wants time with both of his parents, and Artemis Sr.'s recovery, in my headcannon, would absolutely allow for that time he so desperately wanted, deep down. Assisting in the physical recovery, using the down time to really talk and catch up (without mentioning his fairy adventures, of course.) It would be a drastic change and awkward to adjust to initially, but overall I think it would be good.

And as for Tim and Angeline? I think there would be of course the joy of being reunited with the love of your life, because Tim and Angeline are absolutely soul-mates. But I also imagine there were many, many conversations of regrets and questioning how to move forward as a family from this point. Angeline seems to defer to Tim as the one who makes decisions for the family as a whole, but she isn’t afraid to give her input. I bet they were scared, in a way, because not only has everything changed, but the future is uncertain. They have to restructure their whole life, and while overall the changes are positive, they’re not going to be easy.

I also feel like it would be difficult for Angeline in particular because while Tim returning is a joyful thing, she now probably has some self doubts. Why did she fall apart so tremendously, at the expense of not only her well being, but her son’s? While she isn’t the best parent, I imagine Angeline will always carry heartache about her time in the attic and how she forgot her own son. And to an extent I bet Tim does too, because it was his disappearance that triggered it.

And now I want to write a fic about all of this, which I guess I'll add to my pile of ideas I've been playing around with.

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I'd definitely like to hear more thoughts on the matter from you if you have them!

#fowldom #artemis fowl #fowl senior #angeline #this is long #but i've put a lot of thought into this even before being asked #so here you go #headcanons

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