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anabdaniels · 5 months

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Family reunion

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (works for plus size reader)

Word counting: 1.7k

Rating: +18

Warning: Clothed sex, squirting, fingering.

A/N: This is the part 2 of Choosing gifts.

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“Honey, calm down.” Jack said probably for the fifth time.

“I’m trying, but it’s not that simple.” You sighed while Jack parked in front of his family’s ranch.

“Darlin’ ain’t the first time you spend a day with my family.” He said while turning off the car.

“But it’s the first time I'm doing it on Christmas and after finding out that a few of your relatives don’t like me.” You raised your eyebrows, making Jack chuckle and cup your cheek with his hand.

“Just to remind you that just less than half of my relatives will be there because not even my parents like their siblings and my mother already told you that if was a choice, I’d be the one kicked out of family parties instead of you.” You couldn’t hold a quiet laugh since your mother-in-law in fact had told you that.

“Alright, you’ve made a good point here.” You finally agreed shaking your head.

As you two got out of the car, Theo, the family dog was the first one greeting you, followed by the figure of your sister-in-law, already looking excited and not thinking twice before wrapping her arms around her brother.

“Hi, little one.” Jack said while also holding Julia tight as it always happened between them.

“I was missing your old ass.” Julia said pretty sincerely, making him chuckle.

“We saw each other yesterday, Julie.”

“I don’t care. Your Mary Poppins service in my childhood is showing its consequences now.” She winked with a smile, looking very much like Jack, then letting him go and turning to you “Hi, sister.” She said already hugging you tight, making you smile widely, besides being only 15, Julia seemed to like a lot to spend time with you.

“Hi, darling.” You hugged her back, feeling Theo sniffing both of you animatedly.

Exactly as Jack had told you a hundred times, everything worked amazingly; all his uncles and aunties were amazing with you, just like his parents and cousins, you felt more at home than ever and Jack’s mother spent the whole day talking about how much she loved the necklace you gave her.

After an enjoyable cozy day, you and Jack were back home, accompanied by the tone of gifts his family had given to both of you, letting everything on the living room floor and getting comfortable on the sofa.

“I wonder if your mother had taken off the necklace.” You said with a soft chuckle taking off your shoes.

“Knowing her, I’d say that our dear Olivia will stay with it for a week.” Jack affirmed while letting his hat resting on the coffee table “But now we need to talk about your Christmas gift.” He said with an excited expression.

“Yes, we need, because I’m dying in curiosity.” You said holding your hands together.

“Gimme a second.” He walked through the hallway and entered his office. No more than two minutes later Jack was back with a box of considerable size and sat next to you. “I hope I got the best option.” He said while giving you the gift.

“Knowing your skills to choose gifts, I already know you’ve made an amazing choice.” You answered with an excited smile while carefully opening the wrapping paper, getting more curious when it revealed a white paper box with no identification and not thinking much before removing its lid, smiling widely as you saw the content of it. “There’s no way.” You said while grabbing what was inside the box, a deluxe edition set with all seasons of your favorite show ever. “Jack Daniels, you’re the best husband in this world.” You left your gift on the coffee table and leaned forward, sinking between his arms and holding him tight.

“I’m glad you liked it, honeybee.” Jack pressed a kiss on the top of your head with both arms around you.

“I loved it.” You affirmed sincerely and leaned your head back to look at him “And I should warn you to not have high expectations about your gift.”

“Just the fact that you spent time on it is more than enough to already make me happy with it.” Jack said with a warm smile, kissing your forehead.

“Very well then.” You smiled and got up, grabbing him by the hand and walking upstairs. Once in the bedroom, you made him sit on the edge of the bed. “You wait right here, ‘cause we don’t want any spoilers.” He nodded promptly despite dying out of curiosity and with what you had in mind. You walked inside the closet, feeling butterflies in your stomach with the realization of what you were about to do. Trying not to overthink it, you got dressed, took a look to make sure your hair was in place, and then took a deep breath to create the necessary courage. “Close your eyes.” You said before taking another deep breath.

“Alright.” Jack answered closing his eyes, dying in curiosity about what your plans were and completely clueless about what could it be. You walked inside the bedroom, trying to keep your composure and control your mean thoughts that insisted on telling you that you were being ridiculous doing that. Jack tilted his head slightly when he felt the familiar weight of your body on his lap and couldn’t resist his curiosity anymore, opening his eyes and smiling widely as he saw you in that black lace nightgown, looking like the best thing he had ever seen in front of his eyes.

“I tried to think about an actual good gift, but I couldn’t think of anything, so…” you got interrupted by Jack’s thumb resting on your lips.

“My love I can assure you that nothing in this world could be a better gift than my dear wife looking so beautiful.” Jack answered sincerely resting both hands on your waist, caressing the sides of your body. “Just for the record, I don’t mind getting the same gift next year.” He stated while shamelessly checking out your cleavage.

“You’re way too kind with the pathetic things I do.” You said quietly, looking down.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jack grabbed your face between his hands “Don’t talk like that about such an amazing surprise and your amazing look. You’re a stunning woman and for sure the best gift I could ever receive.” Before you could form a retort, he leaned forward and kissed you, passing one arm around your body and pulling you closer, letting you feel the restrained erection inside his jeans, giving you the assurance that he meant every word he said.

Before you could realize it, Jack’s hands were all over you, groping hands full of your curves as he kissed all over your jaw, neck, and chest, inhaling deeply to enjoy the scent of your skin mixed with your perfume. Laying one hand on your hip, Jack smirked against your skin as he noticed you had nothing under the nightgown, making Jack even more turned on. With no ceremony, Jack undid his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing cock and looking at you with a desirous gaze.

“I promise you I’ll give you all the attention you deserve later, honeybee, but I need you now.” Jack said in a hoarse voice, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, taking a moan from both of you as he rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, slowly sliding inside you.

Your hips involuntarily moved forward to meet his thrust, making you clench around him and grab the collar of his shirt tight. Heavily carried away, Jack grabbed your hips, making you move at a steady pace on his lap, giving you not much options beyond whimpering and contorting on his lap, leaning your head back with your eyes closed hard.

“Fuckin’ Christ, I’m starting to love Christmas.” Jack said in a heavy breath, admiring the vision of your body bouncing so beautifully on his lap. Eager for everything he could get, Jack slid the shoulder slings of your nightgown down your arms, gently pulling the fabric of your cleavage carefully, releasing your breasts and grabbing both of them, thumbing your nipples and kissing every inch of skin around and between your breasts.

To be honest, you didn’t expect that to have such an effect on Jack, and it was ruining any self-control you could have, making you ride him intensively, sinking your hips on his lap, taking every inch of him inside you unbelievably effortlessly, as you kept your head leaned back and your fingers twisted on the collar of his shirt.

Immeasurably catch by the whole moment, Jack was aware that at every move of your hips accompanied by those sweet moans, his rationality was being thrown out of the window and he knew that holding back wouldn’t be possible for much longer, so Jack took the most reasonable decision, moving one hand to between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same time he leaned forward and kissed you, everything at once almost overwhelming you and pushing you over the edge, resulting on you whimpering against his lips and clenching unbearably much around his cock as you felt your body making his jeans wet as you sank into your orgasm. Completely mesmerized by everything going on, Jack let himself go, moving both of his hands to your back to keep your body pressed against him. He bit your lower lip softly while erratically thrusting deeply on you, strongly sinking his hands on the soft flesh of your back as he came, filling you up while letting out a hoarse groan.

Keeping you in his arms, Jack let his body collapse back on the bed, letting you rest comfortably on his chest as both of you got your breaths back. After a few moments, he caressed your hair and kissed your forehead while nestling you better in his embrace.

“Sugar, can I ask you something?” too lazy to do anything else, you simply nodded and waited for him to proceed “Don’t wanna sound like a leech, but I’d love to have the same gift for my birthday.” You couldn’t hold back a genuine laugh at his brutal honesty, shaking your head slightly and getting more cozy against him, aware that he was serious about it.

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diaryofamadsunwukongfan · 2 months

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Volume 1: Spring

#Ruby Rose

•The episode is a mix of the vanilla rwby version and the Ice queendom version.

•The episode starts with *the narrators* little speech to Ozpin (vanilla rwby version).

•cue Torchwick and his gang walking into the Dust store. (Note: the gang members have Torchwicks symbol on their clothes because they are his personal henchmen this time.)

•One of the gangsters spots a little, red riding hooded girl drop Dust cannisters into a basket before returning to her weapon magazine.

•"Fork over the Dust and hands behind your head, now!" (the gangster turns the girl around, revealing her face and headphones). (The man motions for the girl to take off her headphones). "Yes?" "Get on the ground and gimme the Dust, now!" "Are you... robbing me?" (As Ruby says this, a smile grows on her face.) "Yes!" "Ooooh... ok."

•The gangster gets flung out the window while Ruby trails behind him, covered in rose petals.

•(Roman turns his head around to watch the spectacle) "A semblance?"

•ICONIC SCYTHE SCENE

•"Criminals beware... for the Red Reaper is here!!!" (Ruby points her weapon at the gangsters). "That old fairytale?" (Roman turns to his henchmen). "Get her!"

•ICONIC FIGHT SCENE

•"Good thing I never gave you a raise... Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around..." (raises his cane and opens the bottom to reveal a rifle with a cross grid) "...I'm afraid this is where we part ways!"

•Roman fires at Ruby, who uses her sniper recoil to dodge, she spots Roman climbing a ladder, "Are you hurt, shopkeeper?!" "No but-" "Good!", Ruby launches herself after Roman.

•The bullhead airship apppears, Roman jumps inside, he takes a Burn Dust crystal out and throws it at Ruby before shooting it, causing it to explode in her face.

• "Ohohohohoho!"

•The explosion cloud clears, revealing a violet forcefield around Ruby made by Glynda Goodwitch (no Glynda glyph, those are more exclusive now).

•ICONIC WIZARD DUEL

•(Ruby looks up at Glynda) "You're a Huntress!!! Can I have your autograph?!"

•jail

•"...property damage, using a weapon in a no-shoot-zone, *no huntsman liscence*, and now you're telling me that you've been chasing after criminals before!!!" "But I'm just trying stop criminals, like you!"

•Ozpin comes in and dismisses Glynda. Before she leaves he whispers to her "drop all criminal charges made against her..." Glynda looks confused, but obeys and leaves without a word.

• "Miss Ruby Rose... you have silver eyes."

•The rest of the conversation is basically the same as vanilla rwby.

•insert scene: Ozpin leaves the interragation room after Ruby accepts his offer. We see Yang and Taiyang sitting on a bench waiting for Ruby (they both stand up when they see Ozpin). Ozpin informs them that all charges against Ruby have been dropped... and that she will be attending Beacon academy early. (when Ozpin drops the latter news, the camera zooms in on Taiyang giving Ozpin a death glare.)

•Scene change: "Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!" (Yang says as she hugs Ruby to death.)

•Bee's knees conversation.

•The girls attention then changes to the breaking news report on the airships TV system. Lisa Lavender goes over the Dust robbery Ruby just stopped and momentarily puts her mugshot on the screen as the "real life Red Reaper" before she switches to talking about Roman. The shadow people on the air bus start murmering about Ruby, which causes her to frown and hold her head down.

•Lisa Lavender than goes to the next news segment about Faunus riot that police believed was started by the White Fang. The shadow people now start murmering about "animals" and "beasts".

•Ruby looks towards Yang, "The White Fang? Are those... like bad guys, Yang?"

•"Well, I guess you could say... actually, no. They're more like victims." When Yang says this, one of the shadow people walks far away from her. "... I guess not everyone thinks the same way."

•Glynda introduction + speech

•Jaune then bursts into the scene and vomits next to Ruby and Yang.

•Ruby screams.

•Yang punches Jaune.

•The end.

#The Shining Beacon arc

•Basically the same as vanilla rwby: Ruby and Yang's airship lands at Beacon academy. Jaune is vomiting in a trash can in the background. Yang encourages Ruby to make friends by ditching her. Ruby than trips and falls into Weiss + her luggage.

•"What are you doing?!"

•"Uh, sorry?"

•"Sorry! Do you have any idea the damage you could have caused?!" (Weiss then points to the luggage Ruby tripped over). "That suitcase contains a gift that *my* late grandfather gave to me! You could have broken it and the repairs for it would bankrupt your whole family!"

•"What?" Ruby says with a blank stare

•"Don't 'what' me! What are you, brain-dead???" (Weiss then turns her head to talk to herself, out loud). "Is every commoner from Vale this disrespectful?" (Weiss then turns back to Ruby). "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!"

•"Hey, I said I was sorry princess!"

•"Don't you *dare* call me princess! Do you even know who I am!"

•"Weiss Schnee, second child of Willow and Jacques Scnee, singer, songwriter, producer of the best selling music album in Atlas, and heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, the largest producer of Dust in the world." Blake says after making her first appearance.

•"Finally! Some recognition!"

•"The same company infamous for its racist labor forces and illegal business partners." Blake shoots back while giving Weiss a death glare.

•"Wha- How dare- The nerve of... Ugh!"

•Weiss and Blake then leave Ruby alone.

•"Hey... I'm Jaune."

•"Ruby- WAIT YOU'RE THE GUY THAT THREW UP ON ME!!!"

•"IM SORRY!!!"

•Ruby and Jaune's bonding scene is exactly the same. (including Jaune's chauvanism, Im gonna turn it into a real character flaw).

•Ruby and Jaune then head to the auditorium, Ruby splits from Jaune to hang with Yang, Jaune mopes that his 17 year old behind can't get with a 15 year old, Pyrrha stares at Jaune from behind with horror movie strings playing (im joking).

•Ruby tells Yang about the stuff she just went through, Weiss comes over and tells Ruby that she didn't break her grandfathers gift... which is good because if she did she would have sued the pants off their family. Yang tries to smooth things over, which leads to Weiss' iconic line "Yeah! And we can paint our nails and try on clothes and talk about cute boys, like tall, blond, and scraggly over there!" "Wow, really!" "No."

•Jaune mishears the conversation and assumes that Weiss confessed her love to him behind his back.

•Ozpin comes in, drop his "yall suck" speech, and leaves. Ruby comments that he was acting a bit weird, and Yang drops that dad (Tai) said Ozpin acted off when he was their headmaster, but dad didn't say much more to her. Cut to Jaune flirting with Weiss.

•Slumber party time!

•"I don't think Dad would approve of all the boys, though."

•"I know I do! (purrs as she watches several muscular, shirtless guys and girls in short clothes... and Jaune).

•The scene where Ruby writes a letter to her friends at Signal is removed, in this au Ruby is very introverted and never had any close friends before.

•Ruby and Yang then talk about the friend, and enemy, that Ruby made in a day.

•The two girls then notice a candle being lit Blake, who is sitting in a corner reading a book. When Yang looks at Blake, she blushes (because bmblb is actually planned from the start this time.)

•Ruby informs Yang about her, so Yang drags Ruby over to Blake so they can make friends (and so she can get a girl).

•Ruby's hero speech to Blake is the same as before because it's perfect.

•Weiss walks over to ruin the fun, same as before.

•The end.

#The Emerald Forest arc

•Ren and Nora are introduced to us basically the same way they were in vanilla rwby, but this time the reason why Nora is so excited is because she and Ren started dating each other the moment they set foot in Beacon.

•Ruby and Yang are having their little conversation but this time Yang stresses to Ruby that if she wants to be a "normal girl" so badly, then maybe she should make friends like a "normal girl".

•Weiss and Pyrrha have their little conversation, but a thousand times more gay (Weiss is shy and blushing)

•"This will be perfect! The smartest girl from Atlas combined with the strongest girl from Argus! Together we will be unstoppable! I can see it now! We'll be school celebrities! We'll get perfect grades! Nothing can come between us now!"

•Jaune comes between them.

•Pyrrha pushes Weiss out of the way so she can talk to Jaune (she wants to peg him so badly).

•Jaune ignores Pyrrha to help Weiss off the ground.

•Weiss knocks Jaune over and then goes right back to Pyrrha. Perfect love triangle!

•"Pyrrha, quick! I need to take you to the school nurse for that muscle spasm you just had!" (Weiss then grabs on Pyrrha's arm and tries to move her) "Oh wow, you are really buff." "I know."

•"Weiss!" (Jaune screams as he hops to his feet) "stop looking at at her... and look at me!"

•"1, why would I want to do that? 2, Jaune is it, do you have any idea who Pyrrha is?" "Nope." "Pyrrha Nikos, graduates top of her class at Sanctum?" "At where?" "Pyrrha Nikos, winner of the Mistral Region Tournaments ten times in a row, a new record!" "Dosen't ring any bells." "SHE'S ON FRONT OF EVERY PUMPKIN PETE'S MARSHMELLOW FLAKES BOX!!!" "That was you!"

•The three of them go back to arguing about teams. Weiss dosen't want herself (or Pyrrha) to be stuck on a team with Jaune, Pyrrha thinks would be an amazing teamate (just saying that to tease him), Jaune gets weird with Weiss and Pyrrha spears him to the wall.

•Ruby and Yang pick him up and everyone goes to the launch pads.

•Ozpin gives his little speech along with his "your teamate will be the first person you make eye contact with" surpise.

•Jaune dosen't know what a landing strategy is gag.

•LANDING STRATEGIES SEQUENCE

•The Ice queendom scene where creepy music plays when Pyrrha finds Jaune is used ("I have you now, my pretty Jaune!")

•Ruby runs for a bit before running into Weiss. Weiss turns and walks away, so Ruby follows her because they are supposed to be teammates now.

•Weiss talks her stuff about Ruby slowing her down, so Ruby pops up in front of her, Weiss asks how, and Ruby goes "It's my semblance, Rose Red! ~and I named it myself~"

•Ruby gives her little speech about she's going to change Weiss' mind about her and she runs off to kill some Grimm, leaving Weiss alone when a pack of Beowolves corner her.

•Yang's fight with the two bears + partnership with Blake goes the exact same way, but this time she blushes when Blake saves her.

•Cut back to Weiss, in her internal monolouge she plans to use Burn Dust to one shot the Beowolf in front of her and then use Wash Dust to create steam from the fire to make a quick get away. Then Ruby pops up in front of her. Weiss wastes her Dust on the wrong target, and then drags Ruby out of there because this time there are like 30 Beowolves (Ruby could still take them, but not without wasting all her Aura).

•Ruby and Weiss have their same argument but from the Ice queendom version.

•Cut back to Jaune and Pyrrha, Jaune runs into a branch and Pyrrha asks to check him for injuries. Jaune replies that he's never been cut in his life, even when he tried to give himself cut eyebrows using his sword and accidentally touched his eyeball with the blade. Pyrrha finds that highly unusual, and pulls out her Scroll to scan Jaune.

•"Jaune, your AP levels have a max of 3,000! Do you know what this means?" "Oh no... I'm going to die!!! Wait, I thought a lot of Aura points were a good thing?" "Jaune, you have more Aura than me." (as Pyrrha says this, she rests a hand on Jaune's shoulder and gives him a bittersweet stare).

•The Ren vs the King Taijitu fight is it's own stand alone scene. Completely unchanged otherwise. Boop included.

•Glynda informs Ozpin that the last partnership has been formed and, unlike last year, there have been zero casualties so far. She then goes on to talk about how "strange" this freshman year has been, one celebrity student by themselves would have been rare, but several (Pyrrha, Weiss, Ruby to an extent, Cardin, unamed shadow people) from different kingdoms all in one place is a little... sus. Ozpin then asks if Glynda is questioning him, and she responds that his plan was to make his perfect "team JNPR" but now there are characters that could give even Pyrrha a run for her money that "just so happened" to turn up at their school. Ozpin admits that even he found it a bit "off" that Weiss Schnee went to their school instead of Atlas or Haven, but now that they have her they may as well use her and students like her for their goals. (Shady Ozpin real???).

•The second Ruby v Weiss argument, Ice queendom version.

•Blake and Yang find the temple with the relics and banter. With extra gay.

•Jaune and Pyrrha wonder into a cave that they believe is the temple because it has strange markings on the walls (note: the markings are simplified versions of Salem's eye emblem). Jaune finds the relic, the relic is the glowing tip of a Deathstalkers stinger tail. Run away time!

•Cut to Ruby and Weiss, who are riding on a Nevermore because Ruby thought it would it would be the fastest way to escape the forest fire Weiss created after they wondered around in circles for an hour. Ruby decides that they should jump. Weiss dosen't.

•Ruby jumps and falls from the Nevermore's back. Before she can hit the ground, Jaune rams into her from the side and they both safely land in a tree.

•Blake: "... did your sister just fall from the sky?" "I-"

•Before Yang can finish, Nora rides in on an Ursa with an exhausted Ren behind her. Nora picks up the golden rook and does her queen of the castle thing before Ren shouts at her.

•"... did that girl just ride in on an Ursa?" "I-"

•Before Yang can finish, Pyrrha calls out Jaune's name while being chased by the elder Deathstalker grimm that they woke up. The grimm then swats Pyrrha away, and she lands next to the gang.

•"Did she just run all the way here with a Death Stalker on her tail?" (Yang uses her semblance while getting angry, which causes Blake to looked shocked and to take a step back) "I can't take it anymore! Can people stop falling on us for two seconds before another grimm shows up!"

•Two seconds

•The Nevermore carrying Weiss shows up. Weiss decides to let go and falls down. Jaune catches her, realizes he still dosen't have a landing strategy, and they both fall down. Jaune breaks Weiss' fall.

•"Great! The gang's all here! Now we can die together!" "Not if I can help it!", Ruby says before getting knocked out after trying to 1v1 a Deathstalker (ooh that v5 quote makes me mad).

•Ruby then tries to use her semblance to escape, but the elder Nevermore catches her cape with its feather shot. Weiss then saves her at the last second. They then have their little heart to heart that starts Weiss character arc of becoming nicer.

•Tactics time: Ruby states that their objective is to grab the relics and go to the cliff. However, because the two elder grimm keep chasing them, they most likely will have to fight them anyway. So the plan is to get as close to the cliffs as possible before fighting them so they still have the chance to escape (or hopefully be rescued by Ozpin) when they get beat up by the grimm (emphasis on the fact that the grimm are super old which is why they are so dangerous, by themselves none of these guys could kill them except maybe Weiss if she dumped all of her Dust onto them).

•"Run and try to live - that's an idea I can get behind!"

•EPIC FIGHT SCENE

•RED LIKE ROSES FILLS MY HEAD WITH DREAMS AND IT FINDS ME ALWAYS CLOSER TO THE EMPTYNESS AND SADNESS THAT HAS COME TO TAKE THE PLACE OF YOU (Note: this song is Ruby's real feelings underneath her facade of cheerfulness in this AU).

•New teams ceremony, Cardin and his gang are team CRDL, led by Cardin Winchester (throw in a smug smile on Cardin's face here).

•Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren are team JNPR, led by... Jaune Arc (throw in a surpised pikachu face from Glynda because Ozpin's original plan was to make Pyrrha team leader).

•And finnaly, Blake, Ruby, Weiss, Yang become team RWBY led by Ruby Rose (Weiss still gets pissy, Yang hugs Ruby, Blake has a little smile).

•The Roman scene at the end of the episode is left completely unchanged.

•The end.

#The Badge and the Burden arc

•The girls set up bunkbeds! (Unchanged from vanilla rwby)

•and they + JNPR are still late to class.

•First class: Grimm studies by Prof. Port

•Because today is the first day of class, Port goes over the basics of the Grimm: monsters that supposedly feed off the negative emotions of human beings (he dosen't mention Faunus cuz he's a bitch) by eating them. They infest every corner of the world, but their numbers are greatest towards Iaptus, the land in the west. There is real evidence that grimm can starve to death if they don't eat humans, but otherwise they are immortal and heal from non-lethal injuries which is super bad because they get smarter as they age and new ones keep spawning at consistent rates. It is known that there are billions more grimm than humans... "and Faunus too, I guess." (Blake side eye in the background).

•" Yes, our planet is absolutely teeming with Grimm that would love nothing more than to tear humans to pieces! And that's where we come in. Huntsmen! Huntresses...(sexually harasses a 17 year old brown girl) Individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves! From what, you ask? Why, the very world!"

•It is an extremely entry level course to the point of being elementry school level. In the background, Weiss and Jaune and Ren are taking as many notes as possible, Blake and Yang and Pyrrha aren't writing anything down because they already know this, Nora is making heart eyes at her boyfriend, and Ruby is goofing off (this is why she didn't get good grades at Signal).

•Port starts going on a vauge, probably sexist and racist rant about a story he made up to make himself look good before asking which among his students is true Huntsman like and Weiss raises her hand.

•When Weiss raises her hand, the shadow people start whispering like "Weiss Schnee's in this class!" "I heard she has a special semblance!" "I WANT HER TO SIGN MY FOREHEAD!!!"

•Port then asks Weiss to step up to the front so she can face her opponent: a caged and very hungry Boarbotusk.

•The fight is the same as before, Ruby gives Weiss good ideas to fight the grimm that Weiss shoots down because she wants to prove herself as a better huntress than Ruby even though she is not team leader. (Note: I don't have a good place to shoehorn this in, but the different colors Weiss' glyphs have are from her combining them with Dust. White = Breeze Dust, Black = Gravity Dust, Blue = Freeze Dust, etc.) Weiss then uses one of Ruby's ideas and kills the grimm. Ruby tries to talk to Weiss, but she pushes her away.

•Plot Twist: it's time for the next class of the day which is sparing by Glynda Goodwitch!

•Glynda admits to her students that there other classes were probably very dull (oh the irony) so instead of boring them with a lecture, she will give anyone willing the chance to blow off some steam.

•Weiss jumps up immediately and volunteers, making an angry face the whole time.

•Glynda accepts and then asks Weiss to either choose a sparing partner or to wait for someone to volunteer. Weiss prepares to point at Ruby... "I volunteer!" (Yang says as she suddenly stands up).

•"Yang, what are you doing?! She's mad at me!" (Ruby pleads to her sister). "I could take her, if you two want me." (Blake offers to Yang while grabbing her weapon). "Thanks Blake, and no. If Weiss wants someone to be mad at so badly, then she can be mad at me. Sit back and watch, sis." (Yang then struts up to the sparing ring). "Oh boy, oh boy!" (Ruby chants underneath her breath). "Don't worry Ruby, your sister can take this." (Blake comforts Ruby while placing a hand on her shoulder.) "What? I'm not worried about Yang, I'm worried about Weiss!"

•(Weiss stares up at Yang) "What are you doing?". "You pick a fight with Ruby, you pick a fight with me! Whatever is happening between you two, it ends here." (Yang tells Weiss as nicely as possible). "If you girls have a dispute," Glynda commands to them, "then settle it in battle! The match begins now!!!"

•First au exclusive fight: Weiss Vs Yang! The fight is mostly a homage to the White trailer, with Yang taking the role of the knight as a big, strong tank that Weiss "dances" around. Unlike the knight grimm, Yang is a lot faster and she's able to dodge, block, and counter attack a lot of Weiss's moves. At the end of the fight, Weiss tries to freeze Yang using Dust, but then Yang activates her semblance to melt the ice and to knock out Weiss.

•After winning, Yang offers Weiss a hand but that's when she realizes that Weiss has been crying. Before she can consult her, Weiss slaps her hand away and runs out the class room, wiping her tears away. Glynda dismisses the class, and then gives everyone an essay homework to write before she walks out the door.

•Cut to Ruby wandering the halls by herself where she encounters Ozpin. They then have the same conversation they had from vanilla rwby.

•After that scene, Weiss is standing by herself at the balcony when Glynda shows up, who was looking for her. Weiss then asks Glynda if she can transfer herself to a different team, seeing that her current team mates "don't like me". Glynda tells Weiss that freshmen huntsman teams not liking each other is common, and if she can't handle that then maybe she should go back to her singing carrer. "I don't want to sing!" (Weiss screams). "Hmm, well maybe you should tell that to your father instead of yelling at me?" (Glynda returns). "Im sorry prof. Glynda. My father... wouldn't listen to me. He dosen't listen to anyone." "And pray tell, miss Schnee, what would your father do in your situation?". "Hehe, he would demand to the next teacher he could find to switch teams immediately and... oh no." "I see you finnaly realized your error, miss Schnee. Now, if you hurry along there is still time to fix it." (Weiss gets ready to leave, but then turns back.) "Thank you, prof. Glynda."

•The ending is the vanilla rwby scene where Weiss and Ruby bond again, but this time with scenes of Yang and Blake still awake and listening to the conversation. Yang smiles when the two girls make up, but the last shot of the arc is of Blake's neutral expression turning into a face of raw spite as she gazes at Weiss.

•The end?

#Jaunedice arc

•The arc begins with an extended version of the fight between Cardin Vs Jaune that starts from the very begining. Cardin charges Jaune who can barely react in time to use his shield. The inital strike creates a small explosion from the Lava Dust crystal in Cardin's mace. Then the camera changes to Jaune's perspective, where Cardin's face is a distored image that looks like grotesque human face grining evily at Jaune. Cardin then repeatedly pounds Jaune into submission, the blonde becoming more scared with each firey blow. Within seconds, Cardin hammers away at Jaune's high Aura and his final hit has enough force that it causes Jaune to roll backwards while letting go of his shield. (Like Tokoyami vs Yaoyorozu but more aggressive, zero moments to breath)

•When the match is finished, Cardin moves to strike again but Glynda uses her semblance to restrain him at the last minuet. She then gives him and his team two hours of detention for attempting to break her rules. This causes Cardin to glare at Jaune, who flinches, before walking back to his team who groan at him returning.

•Glynda then anounces the Vytal festival + tournament that will be coming soon which excites all the students.

•cut to the lunch table scene: Ruby (& an unenthusiastic Weiss) and Pyrrha are sitting next to Jaune who are sitting across from Ren & Nora. Blake sits at the very edge of the table far away everyone else, and Yang sits next to her. (There is the vibe that team JNPR are only friends with Ruby, while Blake is annoyed by them.)

•Nora is telling everyone about a crazy dream she had when Pyrrha tries to bring up the subject of Cardin to Jaune. This puts all eyes (even Blake's) onto him. Jaune tries to deflect, he says his fight was a fluke and he suggests that Cardin must have some type of semblance that scares people and he used that to win. "Really Jaune? A semblance that scares people?" Weiss sarcastically asks. "Yes!!! I could totally feel it over me with my fourth eye or something!!!" "It's third eye, Jaune." Ren sardonically corrects him.

•Ruby then tells Jaune that this isn't just about their sparring match, for the last week Cardin has been bullying Jaune and so far none of the teachers will do anything about it because he's the son a celebrity council member. "Ugh, I hate people that use their parent's fame and fortune as their own personal shield! Good thing none of us are like that, right guys!" Weiss tells the group (Blake side eye. Bombastic Blake side eye.)

•Pyrrha then tells Jaune that if he ever needs help, he can just ask his friends. "Ooh, I know a guy who knows a couple of guys and we could all get togather to break his legs in dark alley in Patch! No one would find out too!!!" Nora offers. "...thanks, Nora? But guys, really, it's fine! Besides, it's not like he's only a jerk to me; he's a jerk to everyone!"

•This is when the gang overhears Cardin and his team bullying Velvet. The upperclassmen has the same look of fear on her face that Jaune had when he spared with Cardin. He is pulling on her rabbit ears harshly while the rest of his team laughs at her and calls her 'grimmspawn'. "Atrocious. I can't stand people like him." Pyrrha states coldly. "He's not the only one..." Blake says while staring daggers at him. "It must be hard to be a Faunus." Yang sadly states.

•Cardin then yanks Velvet's ear again, causing Blake to stand up and begin marching towards him. "Blake stop, you're just going to get in trouble!" Yang pleads to her, but it falls on deaf ears. As Blake coldly marches towards Cardin, all of the shadow people's heads turn towards her.

•"eh?" Cardin turns towards Blake, his hand still gripping Velvet's ear. "What do you want??" Without saying a word, Blake spits in his eye. "AHHH, YOU BITCH!" Cardin screams at Blake, jumping from his seat while letting go of Velvet. The faunus runs towards Blake's side, unable to stand properly from fear.

•Team CRDL surround the two girls. Yang dashes from her seat, but before she can reach Blake-

•"What is going on here?!" Glynda shouts as she marches into the scene. "THIS BII-Er girl spat into my eye!!!" Cardin screams at her. "Miss Belladonna, is this true?" Blake then stares into Glynda's eyes, "I'd do it again." This enrages Glynda. "Prof. Glynda please, Blake didn't start this!" Yang pleads to the teacher. "No excuses Xiao Long!" "She's right!" Ruby says after appearing behind Blake. That's when she realizes that Pyrrha, Nora, Ren, and all of team rwby are by her side. "Prof. Glynda, Blake saw Winchester harassing this girl for being a faunus and acted to defend her. If she deserves to be punished for that, then we all do because we made Blake feel that she had to confront Cardin alone." Weiss argues. Blake's eyes widen as she realizes that humans are defending her.

•"Miss Scaletina, are these claims correct? And I can tell if you are lying." Velvet looks at Blake and smiles, her look of fear completely gone. "Yes, prof Glynda. As an upperclassmen, I should have acted to defend myself sooner, but I was scared. If anyone deserves to be punished, it should be me." Glynda then shakes her head no, and looks at Cardin and his team. "Team CRDL, your two hours detention has been extended to two months and you all are no longer allowed to eat in the cafetaria! 25 years ago, your headmaster helped passed the law that ended anti-faunus segregation and hate crimes, and I will enforce them." Glynda then gets close to Cardin's ear and whispers "And calling your daddy won't make a diference, little boy... he's scared of me too."

•Glynda then escorts team CRDL out of the cafeteria, leaving an awestruck Blake and her friends standing in the middle of a hurricane of rumors and whispers. While Weiss and Pyrrha are both admired, team CRDL are the most popular students at Beacon and being the first ones to take them down has put RBYNR on the social map, whenever they like it or not. As the kids react to the news, Pyrrha finnaly realizes that Jaune is no where to be seen, which is when the camera then pans over to a cowering Jaune just outside the cafeteria doors.

•The next scene is on the roof top of the school at night, where Jaune is standing alone. Pyrrha then appears, saying she was looking all over for Jaune and that he dosen't have to be afraid of Cardin anymore. Jaune says that he knows, and right now he just wants to be left alone. Pyrrha then asks Jaune why did he leave in the first place, which makes Jaune snap at her. He says he isn't "brave, or strong" like her or Ruby. He dosen't have a legacy to live up to like Weiss, and he isn't a natural warrior like Blake or Ren. "I'm nothing." "That's not true Jaune! You-" "Pyrrha the only reason I'm even here is because I cheated my way in!" "... what?" "I trained with my dad for years and I never got better. I took every huntsman exam I could find, and I failed. Even now, I study harder than you and I only get Cs! I... just leave me alone."

•After a few seconds, Pyrrha sorrowfully relents and leaves.

•"I heard everything." An invisible voice calls out to Jaune. Suddenly, Ren materializes from behind him. "It all makes sense now... your lack of skill with your weapons, your lack of a semblance, you cheated your way into Beacon and now your reaping the rewards as our team leader." "Ren I-" "If you don't want me to contact our professors right now and have you expelled, then you will hold your tongue. Tomorrow, you will do exactly as I say if you actually want to be a huntsman. By then, I will have figured out what to do with you..." Ren then turns his back to Jaune, and disappears into darkness, leaving behind a heartbroken Jaune as he collapses to the floor.

•The next scene begins in the Forever Fall forest. Ruby tells her team that it's cool that the teachers at Beacon let them do field assignments with no supervision. The rest of team Rwby then trail behind her as the exit the scene, revealing a solemn NPR standing behind them. "You're being irrational!" an irritated Pyrrha tells Ren. "I'm the only one here that's considering the rational option. Nora and I shouldn't have to find out from spying that our team leader is a fraud." Nora, standing between them, says "Well, Nora thinks that we all had a looong day yesterday so maybe we should all calm down and-"

•Jaune then enters the scene.

•"You don't have to do this Jaune-" "Yes I do Pyrrha. Ren's right, it's not fair that he got into Beacon fair and square while I cheated my way in." Jaune then looks Ren in the eye. "Whatever challenge you have for me, I'm ready." "So it's decided. Your challenge, Jaune Arc, will be a trail by fire. You must defeat me in combat!" Ren then takes his battle stance (but curiously dosen't have his weapons).

•"Uhh, actually I was hoping that maybe you would forgive me if I admitted you were right and-" before Jaune finishes his sentance, Ren palm strikes his chest with enough force to send him flying into a tree. "That was the Force palm technique, Jaune. I trained with the monks of Mistral until I mastered every single Aura technique there was to learn. What have you mastered?"

•The rest of the fight is basically the same as that; Ren ragdolls Jaune while introducing a new Aura technique to the audience (Forcefield technique to block Jaune's sword, Shadow Clone technique to confuse Jaune, Third Eye technique when Jaune throws sand into Ren's eyes) while Jaune only survives because he has a mountain of Aura.

•Team RWBY eventually take notice and rush towards the scene. "Oh no! Whats happening, why is Ren fighting Jaune!!!" Ruby asks Nora. "Oh, Jaune cheated his way into Beacon, which is super illegal by the way, so now my bestest boyfriend for life wants Jaune to beat him in a sparing match to prove he's good enough to be our team leader which me and Pyrrha think is kinda ridiculous but, boys will be boys!" "Oh n- wait what?!" Weiss then pops up, "Jaune cheated his way into Beacon? I thought you had to be smart in order to do that."

•Ren finnaly starts to get exhausted from spamming his Aura techniques (hyperventalating), and he asks Jaune how he's able to keep up being constantly attacked. Jaune then looks up and grins, "Aha, this was my stratagy all along Ren! I knew that you had the lowest AP levels on our team so instead of fighting you, I let you waste your Aura reserves!" "... that... is actually a good plan. You have what it takes to be a huntsman in training." "So does that mean you'll stop beating me!!!" "No!"

•Ren then prepares his next attack, using so much of his Aura shield shifts into his righ hand. Jaune readies his shield. Before Ren can strike, an elder Ursa pops out of the bush behinds him and fells him in one blow.

•"REN!!!" Jaune screams. Nora immediately pounces on the grimm while the rest of the gang engages it. Jaune rushes to Ren's side. "Ren, talk to me!" Ren barely groans at him. Jaune flips Ren over and discovers he has three deep slashs on his back. "No no no, this wasn't supposed to happen!"

•"At last you understand..." a mysterious voice whispers to Jaune, "... what it means to be a huntsman. It was never about defeating darkness, but defending the light. Young man, will you allow your comrad to have his light stolen on this meaningless day? Or will you save him so he can face his destiny? Awaken the light within you, descendant of King Charles of Vale!

•Jaune's eyes then glow a pure golden color as his body is surrounded in the shimmering light of his Aura. As Jaune touches Ren, his Aura regenerates itself completely and heals his wounds.

•Just as Nora finishes pounding the elder Ursa into nothingness is when the rest of the gang realizes that Jaune is glowing. Then he stops and helps Ren to his feet.

•"You, unlocked your semblance?" Ren askes. Jaune nods his head. "... the trial is over. I am honored to have you as our team leader, Jaune." "Thanks Ren... and uhh, guys is it normal to hear voices when you get your semblance, or..."

•"Hear voices, what are you talking about?" Ruby asks Jaune. The rest of the gang is similary confused. "Oh well, guess I'm crazy." Jaune sarcastically says and the rest of the group laughs.

•As the camera zooms out, it changes to a screen on a computer that Ozpin is watching intently.

•The End.

#Black and White arc

•The beggining of the arc is almost entirely the same: team RWBY are following an excited Weiss down the streets of Vale when they happen upon a crime scene. The two detectives investigating wonder aloud if the Dust robbery was by the White Fang, which prompts Weiss to call them "an awful bunch of degenerates!". This prompts Blake to shoot back at her, which Weiss is confused by because she can't fathom why anyone would defend them. Small change, when Weiss accuses the WF of wanting to Genocide Humanity, Blake directly tells her they don't.

•Ruby then changes the subject and suggests that "that crook I tried to bust before I got into Beacon" (Roman Torchwick) is most likely behind the robbery since it matches his last crime perfectly. "That still doesn't change the fact that the White Fang are a bunch of scum. (to Blake's growing anger) Faunus like them give good ones like Velvet a bad name. In fact, they push Faunus rights back decades!" Yang then tries to interject but-

•MY SUNSHINNNNE- ahem, the gang overhears a group of sailors chasing after a stowaway monkey Faunus. The Detectives then give chase, which causes the stray to sprint away at full speed. As he passes team RWBY, he looks Blake in the eyes and winks at her mischiveously, which causes Blake to blush.

•"Quick! He's our only lead on the robbery, we have to catch him!" Weiss states as she practically drags her team with her as she chases the stray. When they turn the corner, she realizes that he's completely out of sight. "No, he got away!" "Uhh... Weiss?" (Yang points strangely at the girl underneath her teammate)

•Penny time! Again, her introduction is pretty much one to one with vanilla rwby.

•And then argument time. Again, basically the same, but Weiss says she is Blake's friend instead of just her teammate.

•This is not a change, but during the transition between the street and Vale the implication is that Weiss and Blake had been arguing all day.

•" I don't understand why this is causing such a problem!" "That is the problem!" "You realize you are defending an organization that hates Humanity, don't you? The Faunus of the White Fang are pure evil!" "There's no such thing as pure evil! Why do you think they hate Humanity so much? It's because of people like Cardin, people like you, that force the White Fang to take such drastic measures!" "People like me?" "You're discriminatory!"

•"I'm a victim!" (Silence as the two girls stare at each other. Ruby and Yang both stand in the middle, unsure of what to do.) "You want to know why I despise the White Fang? Why I don't particularly trust some Faunus? It's because they've been at war with my family for years. War, as in actual bloodshed. My grandfather's company has had a target painted across its back for as long as I can remember. And ever since I was a child, I've watched family friends disappear; board members executed; an entire train car full of Dust, stolen. And every day, my father would come home, furious. And that made for a very difficult childhood." Ruby then interjects "Weiss, she di-"

•"No!" Weiss thenturns away and walks back over to Blake "You want to know why I despise the White Fang? It's because they're a bunch of liars, thieves, and murderers!" "Well maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!" Blake backhand slaps Weiss hard enough to knock her onto the floor. Silence drops down on the scene again. Ruby and Yang both stare at Blake with heartbroken faces. "I... I..." Blake dashes out the door.

•Blake runs until she's at the statue Beacon's courtyard. She then unties her bow, revealing her cat ears.

•"I knew you would look better without the bow." Blake then looks up an sees Sun hanging off the statue.

•The next day, RWY are in Beacon's courtyard looking for signs of Blake. "Blake's a Fang assassin, what we should be doing is alert headmaster Ozpin." "Weiss, come on. She's one of our friends." "Is she? We all heard what she said!" "Weiss." Ruby sternly looks at her. Yang then starts up again "Maybe she is, maybe she isn't. Either way, she's missing, and we need to find her!" Weiss then mutters underneath her breath, "An assassin set to kill me, right underneath our noses..." Ruby then talks to herself, praying to the God of Light that Blake is ok.

•The scene then changes to Blake and Sun sitting outside a teashop, Blake asking Sun if he wanted to know more about her and Sun nods.

•"Sun... Are you familiar with the White Fang?" "Of course! I don't think there's a Faunus on the planet who hasn't heard of them. Stupid, holier-than-thou creeps that use force to get whatever they want. Bunch of freaks, if you ask me!" "I'm the daughter of the White Fang's founder, Ghira Bête."

•Sun then spits out his tea. "Wait a minute, you're Blake Bête?!"

•"That's right. The so called princess of the White Fang is me. Once upon a time, I used to live life like a princess too... Back then, things were different. In the ashes of war, the White Fang was meant to be a symbol of peace and unity between Humans and the Faunus. Of course, despite being promised equality, the Faunus were subjected to discrimination and hate. Humanity still thought of us as lesser beings. And so, the White Fang rose up as a voice of our people. And I was there. I was at the front of every rally. I took part in every boycott. I actually thought we were making a difference. But I was just a youthful optimist. Then, five years ago, my father was assassinated. Right at one of his rallies. I had the front row seat. That... broke us. Our new leader, my foster mother Sienna Khan, didn't want peace or unity. She wanted respect, and she wanted revenge. I wanted revenge too, at the time. She helped me find the men that murdered my father, and I ended them. I thought that with the heads of Natural Order finally gone, the Fang would go back to normal. I was wrong. So, I left. I decided I no longer wanted to use my skills to aid in their violence, and instead, I would dedicate my life to becoming a Huntress. So here I am: a fugitive hiding in plain view, all with the help of a little black bow."

•Sun then asks if Blake has told any of this to her friends, and she lowers her head.

•cut back to Ruby, Weiss, and Yang serching the streets for Blake. Dialouge is completely unchanged. The girls then run into Penny again. Again, dialouge is the same but "teammate" is replaced with "friend".

•cut back to Blake and Sun. Blake affirms that the White Fang most likely are not behind the Dust robberies. Sun then uses his junior detective skills to deduce that the the only way to prove that the Fang are innocent is to go where they might be and not find them their. He then drops that a Schnee Dust shipment is coming at the docks, so Blake decides they should do a stake-out.

•Yang comes out of a shop with Weiss, waving to the person inside, "Thanks anyways! This is hopeless." She then looks at Weiss, who is looking around nonchalantly, "And you're the reason she left and you don't even care! What's wrong with you!" "Me?" "Yes, you! First you picked a fight with my little sister, and now you pushed Blake away! And just when I thought you were becoming nicer!!" Yang then marches off in a huff, leaving Weiss to alone to think.

•Ruby and Penny then have their little convo about Blake.

•Blake is hiding on a roof top when Sun suddenly jumps up. He then presents her some stolen food, since she has been up there for hours. "Do you always break the law without giving a second thought?" "Hey, weren't you a terrorist of something?" (Blake angry face) "Ok, too soon!"

•Just then, a bullhead airship lands and White Fang members walk out. Blake is saddened. Then-

•"Hey! What's the holdup!? We're not exactly the most inconspicuous bunch of thieves at the moment, so why don't you grimmspawn try to pick up the pace?" Roman Torchwick then walks out the Bullhead, hurling slurs at Fang soldiers while they grin and bear it.

•Blake can't stand the sight of it.

•"Hey, what are you-" before Sun can finish, Blake jumps down from the rooftop, rolls, and apprehends Torchwick as fast as possible. She then demands to know why the Fang are aiding a racist scum bag like Torchwick, and he enlightens her that "we're on a joint buisness venture!" Torchwick then blasts the ground under his feet, dazing Blake.

•BLAKE AND SUN VS ROMAN TORCHWICK

•GUN-CHUCKS!!!

•Ruby then finnaly arrives on the scene, knocking out a few White Fang soldiers before being blasted by Torchwick.

•P.E.N.N.Y. IS COMBAT READY!!!!!!!!!!

•Roman is eventually forced to flee. Yang and Weiss finnaly come, along with the local police.

•"Look Weiss, it's not what you think, she explained the whole thing. See, she doesn't actually have a bow, she has kitty ears and they're actually kind of cute..." Weiss ignores her and squares off with Blake. She calmly looks her down, "Weiss, I want you to know that I'm sorry for hurting you. Back when I was with the-" "Stop! Do you have any idea of how long we've been searching for you? Twelve hours. That means I've had twelve hours to think about this. And in that twelve hours, I've decided... I don't care."

•"You don't care?"

•"You're not one of them anymore, right?"

•"No, I-I haven't been in a while but Weiss my-"

•"Ah-bahp-bahp-bahp! I don't want to hear it. All I want to know is that the next time something this big comes up... you'll come to your teammates. And not some... Someone else."

•Blake wipes tears from her eyes as she says "Of course." "Yeah! Team RWBY is back together!" Ruby cheers! Weiss then points a finger at Sun "I'm still not quite sure about how I feel about you!" Sun the looks back to Blake, "Your teammate is Weiss Schnee!!!" and he collapses.

•"He-Hey, wait a minute... Where's Penny?y, wait a minute... Where's Penny?" The camera then pans to black car with Penny in the back. She is being repremanded compromising herself, to which she apolgizes. The figure then places a comforting, white gloved hand Penny's shoulder.

•Cut to Ozpin, who is in his control room (the same room he was in during the Jaundice arc) watching the fight on one of his security cameras. He then gets a notification on his scroll from Qrow and pulls it out. The message is entirely emojis (something like 🐈‍⬛🟰👸🏻), but Ozpin understands that it means Blake Belladonna was Blake Bête the whole time. Ozpin shifts his glasses in response.

•After credits scene: Roman's bullhead flies over a grimm infested forest and lands in an abandoned building in mountain Glenn. As he gets off the ship, he is greeted by slow clapping from a mysterious woman standing behind a corner. "Bravo, Roman. Your little fiasco has angered my friend, Corsac Albain. We expected... more, from you." "Hey! You were the ones who suggested working with those stupid mutts!"

•The woman in red then lights a fire in her hands, revealing herself as Cinder Fall. Behind her are Mercury and Emerald... and a very large Beowolf nuzzling itself against Cinder.

•"And you will continue to do so. We have big plans for you, Roman. All we ask is... a little cooperation." The Beowolf nuzzling Cinder then begins to howl as the scene fades to black. Ending the season.

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Hi Noxy! For the wip game I’d like to know about the balcony meet cute, and if that one’s already been asked about how about late night snacks? 💛

Hi Lemon 💛💛💛 you're in luck, no one asked about either of these just yet 😊 they're both little one shots that I hope to wrap and clean up soon-ish.

Balcony meet cute

So this came to me the other day and miraculously, I just wrote it down in one go. It's Tarlos meeting as neighbors when TK first gets to Austin and is apartment hunting... and this is how that first meeting goes 😂

On his right though, there’s another balcony – which truthfully, is more of a little paradise. TK’s eyes go wide as he takes in the abundance of greenery, different flowers, even some tiny shrubs, but mostly herbs. There are so many herbs, it’s no wonder the air is filled with this wonderful aroma.

TK steps closer, trying to figure out a particular flower – only to stop dead in his tracks as he’s suddenly met with…

An ass in the air.

TK has no concept of time or reality anymore as he stares at what is very possibly the roundest, most glorious butt he has ever seen. And it’s covered with nothing more than tight boxer briefs. TK’s mouth is dry before he’s almost drooling, he’s speechless though he’s barely able to suppress a moan.

And then the ass moves. Well, the guy this ass belongs to moves – but it’s just to change positions and this one is certainly no less compromising. Some faraway part of his brain tells TK that the guy is doing Yoga and that he shouldn’t be staring. But somehow, there isn’t enough blood left in his upstairs brain to deliver that message. So all he does is stare.

I mean... I guess no one can fault TK for that reaction, right? 😇

cooking a late night snack together

So this really is just a short drabble, hardly longer than the snippet I'm going to share with you. It was born thanks to @detective-giggles, who I often just poke and go "gimme a prompt? I need to fill my daily word count quote" 😅 and then she does and I write the first thing that comes to mind. It's a great concept for getting in some words... I just don't know yet what to do with all those drabbles I have lying around 😂 but oh well, at least we get a cute little scene out of it:

"Are we having a late night snack again? No dinner then?"

TK gives his husband his best puppy dog eyes, hugging the man close the second he's within reach. "I'm sorry. I fell asleep on the couch right after my shift. Only woke up a few minutes ago."

Carlos kisses him on the nose and pulls him even closer.

"Babe, what did we say about skipping dinner?"

"I didn't skip it," TK insists. "I was just waiting for you."

Given the way Carlos rolls his eyes, TK knows he's not convinced, but since his husband steps next to him to prepare another sandwich, TK takes it as a win.

Join the WIP game 🥰

#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #wip game #feel free to send me asks

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Part 55 [Soldagand x Carly Masterlist]

Carly landed on her back with an oof as Soldagand pinned her wrists to the forest floor above her head. Sol had talked her into sparring with him, insisting that she needed to learn how to defend herself. He was going easy on her, of course — only using a portion of his godlike strength so she'd have a fighting chance. She was unlikely to encounter anyone quite as strong as him, after all. However, 400 years of fighting had made him incredibly skilled, whereas she was still a beginner. They both took a moment to catch their breath. "Good, good!" Soldagand praised her.

Carly rolled her eyes. "What do you mean? You still pinned me!"

He chuckled. "Sure, but I actually had to work for it this time!" He was about to release her wrists to let her up, but paused and readjusted his grip. "You remember how to get out of this?"

"I, um…" she mumbled, uncertain. Her eyes were wide.

"C'mon, darlin', I know you remember," he encouraged her, offering a warm smile. "I've got gravity on my side here, doll. Limits your options. How can you make that work for you?"

"I— I'm sorry, I'm having trouble thinking straight," she stuttered, avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks were dusted red.

Soldagand was concerned for a fleeting second — had he thrown her too hard? — before it clicked. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, honey…" he cooed with an amused smile.

"Don't look at me," she squeaked, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid the knowing look on his face.

"D'you like it when I throw you around like that?" he tutted, tightening his hold on her wrists. "Show off how big an' strong I am?"

She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it only made things worse. He was too strong for her to even budge. So strong… "Soldagand, please," she begged, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

"You want me off of you, you're gonna have to remember what I taught you," he chuckled. "Now c'mon, you know this. Two steps." He brought his lips close to her ear. "You'd better start thinkin' while you still can, doll — I'm prepared to make it a whole lot harder to. That neck of yours is practically beggin' for kisses, y'know."

"Soldagand!" she squeaked. Her face had gone completely red.

"Unless, of course, this is why you agreed to spar with me in the first place," he suggested with a wink. "Were you hopin' we'd end up like this? You all helpless under me?"

Before he could fluster her any further, Carly steeled her nerves. She lifted her hips and pulled her arms down to her sides, throwing him off his balance. He released her wrists so he could catch himself from landing flat on his face.

"That's it, darlin', you got it! Good job!" He rolled off of her and sat up. When she righted herself, he could see how embarrassed she still was. "Aww, baby, c'mere." Soldagand opened his arms to her and she timidly climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her secure against his chest. "I'm sorry, did I go a bit too far? Oh, angel, I was just teasin' ya, that's all!" He pressed chaste kisses to her cheeks and forehead. "You know how much I love makin' you blush."

She nodded, still too embarrassed for words.

"Gimme a hug, doll, I gotcha," he cooed.

Carly wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

"Whaddaya say we call it a day and have a nice lil cuddle back home, hmm? Seems like you might need some lovin'."

"Yes, please," she mumbled, holding him tighter.

"And hon, listen to me. You should never need to feel embarrassed about likin' me, or bein' attracted to me, or any of that. I'm in love with you, remember? I feel exactly the same way about you. Okay?"

She nodded.

"Alright." He kissed her cheek again before they got to their feet and made their way back to his tree, hand in hand.

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blossomreed · 2 years

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Chapter 6 of The Dove and her Rooster [Bradley Bradshaw]

find all the parts here

author's note: sorry for the long wait, college exams have been kicking my butt, hope you enjoy!

warnings: making out, pinning to the wall, implied smut

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Victoria decided to go to the Hard Deck a bit earlier to catch up with Penny, the owner of the bar and her uncle Maverick's off again on again fling or whatever they were. Bradley offered to drive her before going to her parent's place but she refused being adamant on walking there since it wasn't far from the house plus she missed California weather.

She wore a baby blue sundress with some white converse on her feet not feeling like wearing heels or flats. It was her go to outfit on hot days when she felt like wearing a dress.

Getting to the Hard Deck she saw that it was already filling up. She approached the bar with a smile on her face.

"Excuse me, I heard that a very pretty lady works here. Mind telling me where I can find her?"

Penny turned around with a small gasp leaving her lips.

"Victoria Kazansky Bradshaw as I live and breathe."

A giggle left the younger girl's lips as the two shared a hug across the bar. They talked for a little bit, Victoria telling her that she was called back for a mission and Penny telling her about how Amelia is doing.

"Anyways, what can I get the pretty young lady?" "Gimme a beer for now. Don't want to start off too strong."

The woman laughed at that, knowing full well how strong she could start off. She opened and set the beer on the bar in front of Victoria.

"You wanna pay for her unlce?"

Penny stepped back a bit so Victoria could come face to face with the man across from her sitting at the bar. Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, she hasn't seen him in a few years now so she was shocked to see him sitting at the Hard Deck.

"Might as well." Maverick smiled at his niece, well she wasn't actually his niece but Iceman became like a brother to him so his kids looked at him as an uncle and he loved them to death.

"Uncle Pete what are you doing here?"

Victoria quickly made her way to the other side to hug the older man tightly.

"Heya kid. I'm just visiting old friends y'know. And I wanted to attend Gavin's graduation."

They talked for a bit until Victoria saw 3 people enter and make their way towards the pool table. She said bye to her uncle and Penny as she grabbed her beer and made her way towards the pool tables. Just as she left the bar she heard the bell go off and laughed to herself. She saw her uncle's phone on the bar and it looks like Penny saw it too.

"Well well, looks like we have the reunion of the birds. To what do we own the pleasure miss Dove?"

The blonde woman rolled her eyes at Jake 'Hangman' Seresin's words but before she could say anything she was pulled into a hug by non other than Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace, her best friend, roomate from the Naval Academy and as of 7 years ago, her maid of honour.

The two women were more than happy to see eachother after all this time but when they finally let go off eachother and after both Payback and Fanboy got a hug and being introduced to Bob, Phoenix slapped Dove's arm.

"This is how I find out you're in the USA seriously?" "First of all, ouch, second of all, I wanted to suprise you."

Just a month prior Dove, Rooster and a few other Lieutenants were sent on a mission to a forgein country and if the blonde was being honest she forgot to notify her best friend that she was back in the country.

"Dove, Phoenix, you up for a game of pool like the good old days? You two againts Coyote and me."

Hangman approached them holding foward two pool sticks. The two women alongside Bradley met Hangman when they first got to TOPGUN and Coyote came soon after, when he went on a mission with them.

The two women looked at eachother before Phoenix spoke up.

"20 bucks as usual?"

Hangman just nodded his head affirmatively so they took the sticks from him. But before they could even start playing the doors to the bar opened again and in came Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw with one of his many Hawaiian shirt over a white tank top and unbuttoned and aviators on his face.

He knew he looked good and didn't hide it. If this was Dove's first time seeing the curly haired man, she would fall head over heels for him instantly, no questions asked. Even now after being with the man for 12 years and being married for 7 of those 12, her heart raced like the first day and she couldn't help the smile on her face that spread as he walked towards the group.

"Bradshaw as I live and breath."

Rooster just said Hangman as he looked at the man while both Phoenix and Dove rolled their eyes.

"Play nice boys." Dove warned them both just before Phoenix spoke up, "Wait, that's Yale and Havard...and Omaha...guys, everyone here is the best there is..." Fanboy looked at everyone in the group.

"What kind of mission is this?"

There was a silence for a minute before Phoenix spoke up again, "And who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?" that was the moment that it all clicked for Dove.

Seeing Maverick here wasn't a big coincidence, Iceman brought him here and he was gonna teach the best of the best.

"That's easy. The real question is which one of you have what it takes to follow me as mission leader?" Hangman spoke up while some other pilots rolled their eyes or just dismissed Hangman's words.

After that, the 4 pilots decided to start their game of pool, just wanting to relax and have fun tonight. As it was Phoenix's turn, the blonde woman turned towards Rooster who now had his aviators hanging from his shirt and was sitting next to Bob.

"So what did my dad say Roost?" "It's a go, it won't be hard getting permission."

Phoenix just put one of the balls in the hole when she asked the two what they were talking about.

"We're getting married." Dove flashed her husband a smile just as Hangman spoke up, "Wait, aren't you two already married? For like 6 years?" the man looked at the two confused just as did the rest.

"7 years, thank you very much. And yeah but my dad is not well so we decided to get married again, renew our vows but at TOPGUN since that's where my parents got married. Kinda re-creating their wedding day."

It was no secret that she was the daughter of the famous and well respected Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky but everyone knew that the woman got to where she was today on her own account and not because of her last name. Almost everyone also knew that she married a Bradshaw, some of their former classmates called them the IT couple of the academy since that's where their relationship started.

All the senior officials that remember them as kids were happy when they found out that the two got together and eventually got married, they always knew it. Even Vice Admiral Warlock chuckled a bit to himself when he saw in Dove's file that she had 2 last names instead of one.

Two games of pool later both Dove and Phoenix were richer for 40 bucks each. All of a sudden the music stopped, the jukebox got unplugged and at first some people complained but then the familiar sound of the piano was heard. Phoenix and Dove smiled at eachother as they motioned the boys to follow them, making their way towards Rooster and the piano, leaving Hangman and Coyote at the pool table.

The familiar notes started and soon enough Roosters voice was heard just as the 5 of them approached him. Dove dragged her hand across his back as she went to stand next to him. Rooster looked at the beautiful woman he got lucky enough to call his as he started to sing.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will, but what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

Rooster pulled Dove into his lap as she laughed before continuing to sing with him and everyone else that joined in to sing the iconic song but it was mostly him singing the song and the rest joining in on the line that was also the title of the song.

I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny

You came along and moved me, honey

I've changed my mind, this love is fine

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

He was mostly singing to the woman in his lap but would turn to everyone else from time to time.

Unknown to them Maverick was watching them from outside through the window. He knew Rooster was similar to his dad but he didn't know that he was almost his exact copy and seeing him play the piano, singing Great Balls of Fire with Dove in his lap, the man was getting flashbacks to his own youth and to Goose and Carole.

He caught Penny looking at him but decided it was best to walk away for now.

After Maverick walked away, Penny turned back towards the piano and looked at the couple with a smile on her face. She had a feeling that this mission would be exactly the thing that was needed to reconnect Rooster and Maverick. Knowing Dove, she was gonna make sure of it.

Kiss me, baby

Rooster kissed his wife after he sang that part which the woman gladly returned as they parted their lips he countinued to sing, again mostly to the woman in his lap.

uhmm, that feels good

Hold me, baby, well

I want to love you like a lover should

You're fine

So kind

I got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine

A big smile was seen on Dove's face the whole time Rooster sang and when the piano solo came the blonde took off his aviators, revealing his eyes and she put them on her own after winking at him.

As he sang the kiss me baby part again he got a kiss on each cheek, one from Dove and one from Phoenix as the two then countinued to sing with him and high-fiving in the process. This was the Academy and TOPGUN all over again, the good old days.

As the song came to an end everyone in the bar cheered.

"Could I get those back now little lady?"

Rooster pointed towards his aviators but instead of answering him or giving him back his sunglasses, Dove decided on something else as she leaned in close just as the music from the jukebox started to play again and people going back to what they were doing before.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever Lieutenant."

Rooster forgot to breathe for a moment as the words left her mouth. He gave her permission to use the phrase his mom always used to tell his dad a long time ago and hasn't heard it in a while now.

"Oh sweetheart you have no idea what you just did."

Soon enough they were saying goodbye to their friends, paying their bill and currently in the car driving home.

With his aviators on his face again, Rooster drove as fast as he safely could. He didn't even try to park the car nicely into the garage instead he just pulled into the driveway of the house and left it there as he made his way inside with Dove right behinde me.

Once the door was closed and locked, the sunglasses were tossed onto the first surface available as Rooster pinned his wife againts the wall before kissing her passionately. His Hawaiian shirt was already on the floor in the midst of their makeout session. He pulled away for a minute and looked at his wife with a smirk on his face.

"Show me the way home honey."

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 1 year

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Title: Frayed

Part: 1, 2, 3

Verse: ROTTMNT

Summary: “My papa's senses are tingling. What's going on? Is it the Feds? Brownie Scouts?”

Characters: Splinter, Mikey, Leo, Raph, Donnie, Baron Draxum

Pairings: You want stories with no hugs?! HUH? HUH? CAUSE THIS IS HOW YOU GET IT

Warnings: Draxum is a jerk, but we all knew that

In the house (Sewer? Home?) of the Hamato clan, there was no earlier riser than Mikey Minestrone Splinterson. But, of course, it came with being the (self-appointed) family chef, a role he had begged for early on. After seeing their Dad always on the brink of exhaustion from trying to bring in food and maintain the house, Mikey knew he could help. Did it take some convincing after Mikey had tried to make cereal/egg/mustard soup when he was four? Yes. But eventually, Splinter relented, and cooking became a love language between the two—even when Mikey was in the darkest of moods and struggling to get out of bed. Spending a few hours in the kitchen with Dad experimenting with recipes they had gathered (always giving the worst results to Leo, who hovered nearby eagerly) put the pep back into his step.

So, it's never a surprise when Mikey is up before everyone else. Mikey stretches his arms over his head before depositing Soup, the kitten, off his stomach. The tiny kitten barely had time to stretch his little legs before being deposited into the spot Mikey had been sleeping. He decides to curl up in the still-warm area with a soft yawn. Mikey takes a moment to give the good sport some scritches under the chin. And after that, it's a hot shower (he didn’t care if a cold shower was better for your skin, hot showers were good for your mental health, dammit) and making breakfast.

Mikey had wanted to experiment with avocado and jelly this morning, but after coming home last night, he had gone ahead with something else. Mikey mixed up a pancake batter that he and Dad had perfected years ago and let it rise in the fridge overnight. Then, in the morning, he leaves it for a few more minutes and starts with the other, more time-consuming, dishes, like the bacon, hash browns, and other fixings. Raph was a strawberry man through and through. Leo liked any abomination combination he could get his sinful hands on (combonmination?). Mikey was a bit pickier but preferred his homemade whipped cream with nutella, and of course, Donnie was a banana man.

Mikey starts the coffee maker and sets the warm dishes on the counter space by the stove. The counter appeared no different than the others, but as Mikey pressed a switch on the stove, he felt the space start to give off a gentle warmth. When he came up with the idea for a heated counter to keep food warm, Donnie was more than willing to make his dream a reality (and by willing, he meant Mikey begged for hours and hours on end until Donnie gave in). The heat was perfect for keeping food warm but not melting the plates they were on. It was even safe enough for Soup to take naps when she wanted a special nap.

Finally, all the food was ready for when his brothers woke up. Mikey sets Soup’s food on the counter and grabs a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with a dollop of his whipped cream. He makes his way across the lair to Splinter's room and listens for the sounds of Splinter's rib-shaking snores before he uses his foot to slide the door open, “POP, I GOT FOOD!”

Said rat, who had been in a peaceful ‘limbs sprawled around, looking more like a fake corpse from CSI than a sleeping father’ slumber, snaps awake and flails about, landing in a standing battle-ready position before he looks at Mikey. “Orange! We talked about you just bursting-,” but Splinter notices the food his son is carrying, “Oh, never mind. This is why you’re my favorite Orange,” he says before dropping down into a sitting position and holding out eager grabby hands, “Gimme, Gimme!” Mikey gives a big smile and hurries over.

He could remember the early days in his and Splinter's cooking lessons when he finally learned how to cook a proper bowl of soup. He had been so excited he had run to show Splinter, but he had also spilled the scalding liquid all over him. It was why he could no longer grow hair on his arms and legs. But, for them, it was their love language, and he couldn’t imagine anything better to bond over. Splinter always unhinged his jaws like an anaconda so he could eat his breakfast and plate whole (it wouldn’t be the first time). But when he looks at Mikey again, he stops and pulls the food out of his mouth. “My papa's senses are tingling. What's going on? Is it the Feds? Brownie Scouts?”

Mikey had been hoping they could talk after Splinter had food in his stomach (having warm food in his belly was always the best time to speak to Splints about anything bad). He looked over his shoulder to make sure none of his brothers were around before nodding at Splinter, going to sit by him as Splinter patted the spot by him. For a few minutes, he sits cross-legged, holding his ankles, but thankfully Splinter doesn’t rush him. But finally, he spoke slowly, “Things…didn’t go great last night.”

“What do you mean? Are we talking ‘stubbed toe’? Or did that basic goat try to feed you fish food again?”

“No, I mean yeah, but he went out and bought other snacks this time, too,” Mikey didn't want to bring up the dog food, “I mean, things were going good….er. Draxum gave us Scandinavian soda! He even bought board games for us to play, and it was fun! But…when we were cleaning up, Donnie banged his shell a little and Draxum made a not-so-great comment about him.”

“What did that pink trashman say about my purple plum?!” Splinter looks around and pulls a dictionary from his bedside, “Point out in the dictionary the words he used! How many adjectives?! He had better not have used an adverb.” Clearly, Donnie frying the tv to show ‘global grammar’ had affected their father. “Where is that basic goat now?! I’ll give him a piece of my mind and my baseball bat-”

“Dad, don't! It's not,” Mikey pauses, “I know it's my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed everyone so hard to hang out. I should have known better. I-,” Mikey pulls his knees to his chest to hide with a tired sigh.

There’s a pause (mostly Splinter distancing himself from trying to pull his pants over his head), but Mikey feels his father's arms wrap around him and immediately hugs him back. “Mikey,” Splinter starts, gently enough to catch Mikey’s attention, with his clawed hand stroking the back of his head, “you’ve already done so much for Draxum. More than he deserves. I don’t doubt he’s changed in some ways, but you can not hold yourself responsible for all of his choices.”

“But I’m the one who wanted to save him! I brought him back into our lives.”

“You did save him. You helped him get a job, got a roof over his head, and taught him that gravel is not a type of seasoning. But the consequences for his actions are his and his alone.”

“But-”

“No buts about it. I’m your father, but at the end of the day even I am only responsible for your actions to a certain extent. I can try to guide you, like telling Raph that using a metal fork to get food out of a toaster isn’t a good idea.”

Mikey drops his head against his dad's chest, “Yeah, but Raph was a kid.”

“Who said he was a kid? That was yesterday.”

The youngest can’t help the giggle that escapes him and judging by the way Splinter glances down at him with a small smile, that was his intent. “Anyway, my point is, I think you have a beautiful soul, Michelangelo. A little feral sometimes? Yes, but that is apparently a trait you share with your brothers. The fact you even reached out to Draxum in the first place is another daily reminder of how lucky I am to have you as a son. But also know there are times you have to step away.” Mikey goes to talk, but Splinter continues with his lesson, “Please hear what I have to say. I am not saying this to be cruel. But many well-meaning people have been dragged down by those they were trying to save. My-” Splinter pauses, and an expression washes over his face weighed down by what Mikey can only describe as regret, “If it hadn't been for you boys, I would have been one of them. So please, for your sake, don’t let Draxum change who you are, too.”

Mikey looks and meets his father's eyes, a part of him wants to ask more about what he means. But his father suddenly looks much older than he is, and he can't bring himself to do it. Instead, he nods. Splinter guides his head down to give him a small peck on his scalp, “Go and enjoy your day, my son. At least before your brothers wake up and go into an eating frenzy. I swear you’d think I raised sharks instead of turtles.”

Mikey leaves the room as Splinter returns to his breakfast (ignoring the sounds of devouring as he closes the door). Mikey suspected that was the sort of answer he was going to get, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Even if he knew Splinter was right. Was Draxum a lost cause, as everyone seemed to think? He knew how everyone looked at him. They only saw the pain he caused and the scars that still remain. But Mikey saw the man who picked up a litter of turtles off the side of the road and didn’t throw them away. He watched Draxum hold the elevator door for someone.

But was it enough?

Was it ok to think such small victories were signs of real change?

“Leo, you have your own breakfast!”

“But yours smells better!”

Ah right. The sound of ruckus and flailing limbs tells Mikey that the breakfast war has begun. Raph has his foot planted on Leo’s face to hold him as far from him as possible as the blue turtle fails and squirms to get free, “Raph, you’re a monster!”

“A monster?! You're the one who stuffed his cheeks with pancakes like a chipmunk and then pointed at mine and yelled dibs!”

“I did–hold on,” Leo swallowed the last of his evidence, “I did not! Mikey, tell Raph to share!”

Such animalistic tendencies might put off a normal person, but Mikey can’t help the goofy smile blooming on his face, “If you can wait three minutes, I can cook up some more pancakes. And if you’re really good, I’ll let you use your personal supply of sauerkraut and crunchy butter.”

Leo shifts to peer at Mikey from between Raphs toes, “How crunchy?”

“So crunchy that if I think about it too long, I’ll cry.”

“Deal!” Leo reaches up from his trapped position and pats Raph on the calf, “Yo, big guy, we have peace in the House of Pizza again.”

Raph gives him a long, suspicious look, “Ok fine, but if you try to eat my food again, Raph’s sittin’ on you,” and he lifts his foot. Leo looks at Mikey and gives him grabby hands.

Mikey takes the sign to grab his hands and drag him free, “Thank you, little hermano! The littlest hermano of all time! I'll always remember this day as the day you saved me from Fungus Town!”

“Fungus Town?! I don't have-,” Raph pauses and quickly looks at the bottom of his foot. His face twists up in alarm, which only proves Leo’s statement, and he returns to eating. Mikey walks to the stove and starts on another stack of pancakes just as the last brother enters the room, stretching his arms over his head.

“Ah, that explains the feeding frenzy I heard from my room. I thought land sharks had invaded the lair. Again,” Donnie says before he goes over to the coffee machine, only to find it already dripping. “Ok, which one of you scoundrels made this,” he asks, looking suspiciously over his brothers. Mikey raises his hand with a smile, and Donnie nods, looking back to the pot, “Ah, good. At least you can make a decent cup of coffee. Thank you, only good brother,” Donnie says, already pouring a cup. Mikey is beaming happily (mainly at the offended scoff Leo gave), but as he sets a plate for himself and Donnie, he sees Raph’s head bowed, tapping his forefingers together before looking at Donnie.

“Hey Dee, how are you feeling today?”

Donnie looks back at him with a quirked brow. “Well, I didn’t get that hurt,” he mutters to himself before saying louder, “I’m fine, and now that I have food and coffee, I'm better than fine.”

“Are you sure? I mean, it's ok not to be ok. Draxum wasn’ exactly nice last night, and you can be a little sof-,” He pauses when he catches Leo standing behind Donnie. He was waving his arms frantically in a ‘nononononono!’ motion. But he pulled his arms back as Donnie turned around with a smile so fake 9 out of 10 dentists would recommend it.

Donnie narrows his eyes and lets out a slow, dangerous sigh, “Alright, after last night, I see we need a refresher course on ‘when I say I’m fine, it means I’m fine.’” Donnie taps his forearm, and a projection appears on the wall. There was a screen titled ‘How to listen to Donnie.’ A collective groan is emitted as the three go to sit on the same side of the kitchen bar. But when Mikey goes to sit down, Donnie says, “No, not you, Miguel. As usual, you are a shining example. You may continue with your day. As for the rest of you, I hope you didn’t have plans for today. But this time, I promise to let you out for restroom breaks at the five-hour mark.” (''Damn it, Raph! I just had to watch the slideshow last week!!” “I’m sorry!”)

With the relief of knowing he escaped a fate worse than death, Mikey hurries over and hugs Donnie, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” and runs out of the kitchen. He made it out just as the sound of 80’s elevator music indicates the presentation's start. But when he reaches the middle of the lair, he sighs and puts his face in his hands.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“Listen closely, new subordinate. I will not repeat myself,” Draxum says to the new, young human male now standing behind the trays of food. Though Draxum had difficulty differentiating between humans, the new Lunch Subordinate was a testament to human commonality from his brown hair to his brown constantly-terrified eyes and patchy stubble. “This is cream corn. This is mac and cheese. And this is banana yogurt,” Draxum gestures to the indistinguishable white/yellow food supplements (somehow in a state of solid and liquid he found fascinating) in chafing dishes with his ladle like a general. “Do not get those mixed up. Carmen Jay, Karmin Jei, and Qarm’n J all have specific allergies to these specific foods, in that order. Understood?”

The new Lunch Subordinate nods and writes furiously in his already-cramped napkin (Draxum had given him a college-bound notebook earlier, but he had burned through it pretty quickly). “Um, uh, how do I know whose Carmen, Qarm’n, and-and Karmin?”

Draxum loudly rolled his eyes, which was somehow even louder than his scoff, “Must I do everything for you?! They’re as different as night and day! Carmen Jey is 5’5 and wears a cerulean hoodie. Karmin Jei is 1.651 meters tall and wears a turquoise hoodie. Qarm’n J is 165.1 centimeters tall and wears a blue hoodie. Now, if you don’t have anymore questions-”

“-I do, I really do! What's the difference between-”

“IF THERE ARE NO FURTHER QUESTIONS, we must return to sloppying the joes before the first lunch period.”

The comparisons between working in a lab and a kitchen were few far and few in between, but Draxum’s favorite difference was that in the kitchen, he had a staff of (well-paid and unionized) goons at his disposal to terrorize as he saw fit. So having the new worker spend five hours outside yesterday chasing down pigeons with a fishing net for strange unknown reasons was oddly satisfying. The only thing Draxum had trouble with in this kitchen was the art of baking (the only reason he knew that was a weak part of his expertise was the brownie-overflowing trash cans).

He picks up the large prepackaged government-sanctioned brownie mix. Draxum wasn’t sure what ‘vanilla’ was, but he doubted it was a natural ingredient and tossed it over his shoulder. Unfortunately, it missed the trash can horribly. Instead, it broke and covered the back wall. Draxum groans and puts his hands on the counter as the Lunch Subordinate follows behind, still scribbling on his note. He barely has time to raise his hands as Draxum tosses an apron to him, “Get to the brownies. Each one must have specifically two green sprinkles, three red ones, and one blue one. But give one of them three blue sprinkles. It will drive the other students to a level of jealousy that will amuse me for the rest of my day.”

“Um, yes, Lunch Baron.” So, the Lunch Subordinate goes to do as he’s told. Draxum had initially wanted to bring Hugin and Munin into work in the kitchen ever since the oozesquitos had been banned by Michelangelo. However, he had still not seen a tail or wing of them since the Shredder incident. So, he was left with a less-than-competent coworker who tied his shoes together twelve times in the hour he had known him.

Not for the first time today, Baron Draxum’s thoughts return to the turtles.

He had received his customary morning ‘you’re doing great’ text from Michelangelo, but he noticed that he had only received two instead of three exclamation points (which he had worked hard for). No doubt a retaliation for how last night's events had gone.

“Why should their opinions matter to me,” Draxum snaps so loudly the Lunch Subordinate jumps a foot in the air and looks around at him in alarm. But he pretends not to notice, “He is a literal child. He should be used to disappointment at this point. You certainly are, aren’t you Lunch Subordinate?!”

“U-oh, my name isn’t-”

“When you are in my kitchen, your name is Lunch Subordinate. As I was saying, disappointment is a way of life and I, for the most part, have treated him very well. I do not insult him. I do not laugh when people fall, in his presence. And I even left a penny in the ‘take a penny leave a penny jar’!”

“Is-Is this your kid, o—r?”

“His brother is the one who has the issue. If he finds offense to my words, it is because he can not handle the truth.” Draxum stirs with such furious energy that pieces of ‘meat’ splatter over his apron. “It is not as though I enjoy being correct all the time! In fact, I find it quite the burden to be shunned at every angle! Just for that reason! And so what if they decide not to come around anymore? That is their decision. What does it matter? I would be spending every evening in a dark apartment with only Dutch sitcoms to argue with. It happened with the Hamatos and before that it happened with my fami-” Draxum pauses and sighs angrily, “But, they would be lost without my selflessness and guidance. So, perhaps I can, as the blue one would say, per-use-”

“Is that your kid's name? Blue one?-”

“- I can lower myself to their standards. I will bear the burden of putting on a magnanimous appearance to satisfy everyone's fragile emotions.” Draxum looks over his shoulder to see the Lunch Subordinate looking back at him, “Return to work before I make you the ‘joe’ in sloppy ‘joe’!”

Lunch Subordinate lets out a quiet mouse-like shriek before he returns to placing the sprinkles on the brownies (Draxum would have to inspect them later to make sure they were up to his standards) as Draxum returned to work.

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4 (coming soon )

#rottmnt fanfiction #hurt/comfort #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtle fanfiction #michelangelo #leonardo #raphael #donatello #splinter #baron draxum #lunch subordinate #autistic donnie #rottmnt

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ezm-imagines · 3 years

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okay a drabble?

bucky x mom!reader where reader's daughter calls bucky dad for the first time and they have a super soft moment and bucky takes on the dad role and picks her up from school and everything

i hope this is okay!

family additions (bb imagine)

Word Count: ~650

Tags: Mom!Reader

“Hey, sweetheart,” you crouched down to get on eye level with your daughter Rosie, “How would you feel about Bucky picking you up from school today? He can take you to Baskin Robbins!”

“No way, really!” She buzzed with excitement and darted over to Bucky to give him a leg hug, her small form barely reaching his waist, “Yes please!”

Bucky met your eye with a grin and soft eyes, and you mirrored it back.

You’d been working on a lot of small steps to integrate Bucky into your family slowly. You knew how upset kids could get when parents’ new partners were forced on them. And it was way too important for Rosie to like Bucky for you to risk anything.

You were working your way up bit by bit, going on dinners and walks together but making sure that the majority of your time with your daughter was without Bucky. You didn’t want her to feel replaced or demoted in your life— not that she ever could be.

But she was taking to Bucky fabulously, and you could tell how touched he was at that. You remembered the night before you introduced them, him spooning you in bed and whispering softly his biggest fear: “She’s going to be so scared of me.”

You had turned around immediately and taken his already wet face in your hands, assuring him she absolutely would not. And she hadn’t, even for a moment. In fact, she had curiously asked about his gloves and excitedly begged him to show her his hands. She’d marvelled at the metal arm with big wide eyes, and asked if she could tell her friends. He looked at you with wide, surprised eyes from such a reaction. You’d only laughed and gave him a reassuring smile. After that, she actually requested that he be invited to things.

But now you were working on the first steps of getting them to spend alone time together without you. Part of you was nervous, but you trusted them to bond well. They were both amazing, and you trusted their ability to recognize each other as amazing people, too.

Snap back to now, and you could tell Bucky was elated at her response. You gave him a thumbs up out of her eyesight.

“Can I get a double scoop!?”

“Only if you’re good at school, kiddo,” he leaned down to meet her eyes and not-so-whispered, “Otherwise you’ll get three scoops,” he winked at her.

Rosie grinned and turned back to you, shocked, “Really?!”

“No! Not really,” you argued, grabbing Rosie’s backpack off the kitchen counter and helping it onto her, “He’s being a punk. And a liar, because we both know he likes you too much to not give you a triple scoop either way.”

Bucky chuckled, and Rosie “boo-yah”ed.

“Alright, well, have a lovely day at school sweetheart,” you too her lunchbox from Bucky’s fingers and handed it over, “And let Miss Patty know you won’t be riding the bus back home after school.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

You stood up and opened the front door, already seeing the bus pulling up from down the street.

“Alright, baby, gimme a hug,” you scooped her up into your arms and she squeezed back as hard as her little body could, “I love you 3000, Ros.”

“Love you, too!”

The bus came to a stop and she pulled away from your arms, “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” And she ran off down the pathway.

You froze, your eyes flickering to Bucky who was now standing beside you.

“Babe, did you...?”

“Yeah.”

You watched your little girl climb onto the bus and give you one last wave. You both managed through your surprise to wave again and close the door.

When you met Bucky’s eyes finally, you say he was crying.

You grinned and took his hand, “Looks like we’re making more progress than we thought, baby.”

He fought back his tears with a watery smile and squeezed your hand, “Yeah. We are, aren’t we?”

AAHHHHHHHHHHHH SHUT UP THIS MAKES ME GO INSANE

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smitten-with-beefy-sweethearts · 2 years

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Ousama Ranking episode 22

First half, I liked it - we got more insight into the relationship of Mirjano and Bosse. But the other half -HELLL NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Only good thing in the other half was that we got some Underworld brothers plot.

SPOILERS!!!!

Daida after being able to have his body back, literally made the wish to have Mirjano to be brought back to life (the demon made his wish come true).

And then after Daida asked Mirjano to marry him. LIKE BOY YOU ARE TWELVE YEARS OLD!!!! Mirjano, you are like what in your thirties!!!???

PLUS, Mirjano you literally tried to MURDER EVERYONE!!!!! YOU MURDERED the former Queen, Sheena, Bojji’s mother!!! You had a hand in stealing Bojji’s strength!! WE ALL JUST GONNA FORGET ALL ABOUT THAT!!!???

The only person with some sense this episode was the Captain of the Underworld. Like honestly, I regret that Desha went back to the Underworld, he should have stayed and killed Mirjano. I am sorry, mirrorbitch, you had to suffer so much in your childhood - but that should give you more empathy and you should know first hand, what it’s like to be mistreated. Like, how can everyone just forgive her and trust her so quickly???? We had so much plot with Domas, and Bojji not being able to forgive him.

I felt everything was so rushed. Gonna be honest here, I thought Bojji or perhaps even Daida was gonna go on a quest to save Mirjano from the Demon hell she was trapped in, and help her soul move on to the afterlife.

Sheena, girl, please beat the ever-loving shit out of your scumbag husband in the Afterlife? Please and thank you!

I am really hoping Queen Hilling is not gonna let his son Daida marry Mirjano, like helll no!!! At least smack both of them! Like Daida, you gonna marry the woman, that was obsessed with your father, stole your body and gave it to your father, and tried to kill your mother???? AND YOU ARE A CHILD!!!!! No marriage for you!!! TOO DAMN EARLY!!!!

Also, Daida, Mirjano is the opposite of wife material in every single way. She in love with your dad, not you! She literally called you Bosse! YOU FOOL!!!

Also, I know from the manga, Desha is not gonna have a good time. He was right not to trust that clown from the Ranking of Kings. But it’s gonna be some good plot, y’all! GIMME THE ANGST! But also felt this part was so rushed. But hoping it will play out more in the second season.

I felt bad for my boy Despa, and the Captain. They both tried so hard to save Ouken. But that means we will get more Meifu bros plot - LOVE IT!

Despa now you gonna have to save two brothers instead of one. But you got your son, Bojji helping you.

Leaving some screenshots below. And spoilers, hints, be warned! :D

MIRJANO, GIRL, YOU SIMPING HARD FOR THAT BOSSE MEAT! DON’T LIE!

I mean, honestly Mirjano I can’t judge, he is hot, but still an asshole though.

Mirjano and Bosse should never have left that island.

I think this God, is kinda hot, especially in his scary form. Don’t judge me, I have terrible taste in men.

POOR BABY DEMON! I was hoping for more plot with him. Felt kinda flat tbh.

SHEENA, my beloved! YOu deserved so much better!!! BOSSE YOU TRASH!!!

Head, empty - no thoughts, nobody to kill anymore. Gonna just make my family’s life miserable.

Despa, my boy, be careful!

I FELT THE SAME WAY!!!! I feel so bad for them both! I really love them! Also Captain, you look so good here.

DAIDA, YOU FOOL!

DAIDA, YOU ABSOLUTE SIMP!

Also, Despa, my day is ruined and my disappoint is immeasurable.

THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS EPISODE, WHO HAD ANY SENSE!!! This is why you are the best Captain! Captain, please marry me! :D Get the joke? BUt no, actually marry me, Captain!

DESPA, you should have spit in her face! WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR BROTHER DESHA WHEN WE NEED HIM!!!!

THIS WAS ME AFTER THIS EPISODE!!!! Captain I feel you, I do.

HUG YOU SONS, DESPA!!!!

I think they are neat, they both just look so pretty here.

WHY DO YOU SIT LIKE THaT!!!?? Still won’t publicly admit I find him very attractive.

Now if only Desha would grip my hips just as hard...I’d be dead...worth it.

He looks like an angry fish to me for some reason.

DON’T DO IT!!!! Bad decision, but also DO IT! This experience will humble you.

THE ONLY MOMENT THAT MATTERED THIS EPISODE!!!! THis is what the main focus of the episode should have been, not Mirjano being brought back to life and forgiven. Queen Hilling, I adore you! You are the best mother!

I ship it.

I am kinda confused, are they already at the vault or still in the underworld? This part is more detailed in the manga. I am hoping this part will be more played out in next season.

LIES!!! ALL LIES!!!!

But, Desha, you are no fool - you are just willing to do whatever at this point to save your little brother.

Judging hard...me too, Desha, me too. This clown is not to be trusted.

SPOILERS!!!!!!

Desha, looks better in the manga not gonna lie. His face is not as long and cartoony as it is in the anime. He looks especially hella fine in the last panel, actually the manga made me simp after him, not the anime.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 2,952 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: The prison (Season 3) Warnings: language, that's it! A/N: Kintsugi, aka "golden joinery" is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with precious materials like gold and it is strikingly beautiful. I think you'll understand why I titled the fic this at the end! Summary: After Daryl leaves with Merle, he return to the prison to find that Y/N is extremely angry with him...

Your name: submit What is this?

Your face went through a rapid series of emotions as soon as his familiar broad shoulders came into view. First was shock and surprise, and then relief to see him again and to see him in one piece, and then just... anger. Daryl shifted his weight anxiously from one foot to the next, watching over everyone crowded around him as you simply stood up and turned your back on the room and left. You walked straight out and into the row of cells, disappearing through the heavy metal door. Daryl caught Rick’s eyes and the sheriff simply tilted his head and gave Daryl a knowing look. Daryl’s attention was pulled away as Carol grabbed him into a tight hug.

He was surprised when you didn’t come back out to join in the discussion of what the hell to do next about Woodbury and the Governor. He worked up the courage to try to talk to you, knowing full well it may just be an exercise in futility.

You easily heard the familiar cadence of his steps approaching your cell and the doorway darkened as his frame stopped in the space. He gripped the edge of the cell door and anxiously chewed his bottom lip.

You were sitting on the edge of your bunk, determinedly not looking at him. “Go away, Daryl.” Your voice was quiet but there was an unfamiliar edge to it.

He shifted uncomfortably but didn’t leave. “Just—would ya just talk to me?” he ventured. He saw the muscle in your jaw tense as your teeth clenched. “What is there to talk about?” “I—’M back now. I came back,” he said. He felt sick. He wasn’t used to you being angry with him and it was completely twisting him into knots. “Yep,” you said, standing and going to the doorway. You pulled the hanging sheet in the doorway, a makeshift door, closed right in his face. “Leave me alone,” your voice came out from the cell and then he heard the springs of your bunk creak as you sank back down on it. He stepped back from the fabric and dropped his hand from its grip on the doorframe, heaving a heavy sigh. Carol stepped out of her cell, just a few doors down and looked at Daryl staring at the closed sheet in front of him. He turned at the sound of her soft footsteps. Carol’s brow was furrowed low over her eyes and she tilted her head in the direction of the staircase that climbed to the second level. Daryl’s hand clenched and unclenched in a fist and he gave your cell one last parting look before turning away to follow Carol up the stairs. She peeked at Judith in her makeshift bed and smiled. Daryl stopped beside her and looked down at the little sleeping bundle. His heart warmed at the sight of her, but his expression was still dark. Carol glanced over at him. He chewed on his bottom lip anxiously again. “She won’t even talk to me,” he drawled. “Give her a little time,” Carol said gently. “She’ll come around.” Carol sounded very sure of her assertion, but all Daryl could think was that he’d ruined things for good. “I came back,” he said, leaning back against the railing. His heart was aching with regret. Going off with Merle was stupid in the first place. Almost as soon as he’d done it he knew it was a mistake. “You being back doesn’t change the fact that you left in the first place,” Carol pointed out. “You really think she doesn’t have a right to be upset? Think about how she’s interpreting you leaving.” He gave her a questioning look. Carol straightened up and stared at him. “I understand why you did what you did. He’s your brother. He’s blood. But you leaving with him... to her it means she wasn’t worth staying for. You chose Merle, a racist asshole, over all of us, and right when we’re sitting on the edge of war against the psychopath Merle worked for. I know that isn’t really what happened. It’s not that simple, but that’s what it feels like. She thinks you leaving means that... whatever there is between the two of you wasn’t worth anything. It wasn’t enough to make you stay.”

He gulped and shifted uncomfortably. “But that ain’t true...” Carol shrugged. “That’s how it seems to her.”

Daryl ran a hand over his face and sighed again. “I really fucked up,” he growled. The grit and gravel in his voice was heavier than usual. “You did what you thought you needed to do,” Carol said, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Just give her a little time. She’ll cool off.” But the rest of the day, you stayed in your cell with the doorway covered. Daryl hung around hoping you’d step out so he could try to talk to you again, try to apologize and explain. He was sick with regret and guilt and worry, but you never stepped out. “Who’s on watch tonight?” Daryl asked Rick. He was thinking about offering to stay up and take both shifts because there was no way he would be sleeping that night anyway. He was too anxious. “Y/N first and then Glenn is taking the second shift. He gave Daryl a knowing look. The archer looked miserable. Rick sighed. “I’m just glad you’re back,” Rick said.

Daryl nudged his nose up in nod. “Yeah... thanks...” You’d be on guard first. You wouldn’t be able to hide in your cell forever. You could, however, still tell him to fuck off, but he had to try. Just waiting around was agonizing and he kept thinking about how in this world even the next minute wasn’t a guarantee. He had to make things right as soon as he could.

Night fell and after scraping together his courage, Daryl got up, knowing you’d be in the guard tower by now. He went to the little stove and heated up some water, pouring it over a tea bag in a mug and staring down at it. Yeah, bring her tea, dumbass. That’ll fix it. But regardless of that derisive voice in his head, he grabbed the mug and headed out to climb the narrow stairs of the guard tower, curls of steam wafting off the surface of the amber liquid. You turned when you heard the metal door from the stairwell creak open, thinking maybe Glenn couldn’t sleep and was coming to keep you company early. Instead you saw the broad shoulders of the archer coming through and you turned away and fixed your eyes on the darkness blanketing the prison yard. “What?” you asked sharply. Daryl gulped. Obviously you hadn’t cooled off enough yet. “I just—uhh.” He rubbed his hand awkwardly over the back of his neck. “I brought ya some tea,” he drawled. You kept your back to him and said nothing. He edged closer and set the tea in front of you on the table. It was then that he noticed the bandage on your upper arm. He hadn’t noticed it before, probably because you’d been wearing a jacket. Without thinking, he reached out and gently grabbed your arm. “What happened?”

You glanced at his hand on your arm and then up to his blue eyes. You felt your resolve crumbling as soon as your eyes met his. It was like some involuntary reaction you had no control over, but you tugged your arm from his grasp and shifted away from him, averting your eyes back toward the outside again. “I got shot,” you said. “What?” he urged. “The hell ya mean ya got shot?”

His voice was tinged with deep concern. “By one of those Woodbury assholes. You know, when you were off running around with Merle,” you replied. Daryl’s stomach twisted. How could he have been so stupid? If he’d been at the prison where he was supposed to be he could have protected you. What if it hadn’t just been your arm? He hadn’t even said goodbye to you... he’d just left. The hell was he thinking? You must have sensed his sudden panic because you looked over at him again and studied his face. “It’s just a bullet graze, Daryl.” Your tone was flat this time, but it was an improvement over the previous anger. “I’d rather be alone,” you said quietly. You hesitated. “Thanks for the tea.”

He gulped again. This distant tone you had was eating him alive and he felt his blood pressure rising. “Would ya just look at me at least? Gimme a chance to explain!”

You were a bit taken aback by his tone, which was now a little angry too, and you did turn to stare at him, your brow furrowed heavily now. “Explain?” You scoffed. “What the hell is there to explain? You made your choice. Your priorities are pretty damn clear. So, just—just leave me alone...”

“Nah,” he growled. “Not ‘til ya listen to me.”

You glared at him and he watched the muscle in your jaw tense as you clenched your teeth. “Actions speak louder than words, Daryl.”

“I fucked up, alright? I ain’t denyin’ that! I wanted to come back as soon as I left!” he roared. “‘M sorry!” “Sorry?” You stared at him, bewildered. “You’re sorry,” you repeated. “Yeah, well, so am I. Sorry I was stupid enough to think that maybe—” You broke off and shut your eyes, breathing in a tense breath. “That maybe what?” Daryl pressed you.

“That maybe I actually fucking meant something to you!” you yelled. There were angry tears in your eyes now and you fought to blink them away. “But if you could just leave then clearly I’ve deluded myself, because I could never do that to you. So, I guess I don’t know what this—” you gestured to yourself and then to him, “—is. Was. Whatever... apparently it’s nothing.” The archer stared at you feeling like his heart had split open. “That ain’t—that ain’t true. And it wasn’t that simple. S’not that simple.” He took a hesitant step toward you.

Your jaw was still set. “Forget it. You don’t need to explain anything to me. It’s not like we were.... together. I was stupid to read into anything. I’m—I’m done. I’ll just send Glenn up later,” you murmured, trying to storm out of the guard tower, ready to race down the stairs and leave the whole mess behind you. But Daryl’s hand gently caught you as you tried to move past him, landing lightly but firmly on your arm.

“Nah. Don’t do that! Don’t just—just dismiss this!” he growled.

You stared up at him, caught off-guard by his hand on you, by him physically stopping you from leaving. You were trying to think of something to say but your mind was suddenly blank. His hand finally dropped from your arm but instead of backing off he stepped closer to you. “This ain’t nothin’!” he argued. “And ya weren’t kiddin’ yerself. Now just stop bein’ so damn stubborn and talk to me!” You felt your resolve crumbling a little. “I—I don’t have anything else to say!” you retorted angrily. “Now let me by!” You tried to brush past him again but he stepped right in your way. “Daryl,” you growled. “Get outta the way.” “Nah,” he said shaking his head. “Ya wanna be stubborn? Fine, but so will I.”

“Move!” you yelled at him again, feeling a flush of angry heat in your face. “No,” he said again, this time catching your eyes with his blue ones.

Your chest was heaving with angry and nervous breaths. “Let me go,” you said, and this time even you were surprised by how weak your own request sounded.

Daryl stared down at you, his posture defiant, obstinate. His heart was absolutely racing in his chest and he finally couldn’t suppress the urge any longer. He clasped your face in both hands and kissed you urgently, something he’d wanted to do for so long, but even more so since he’d tried to leave. It was all he could think about. A moment later he was sweeping you into him with a hand on your lower back.

You let out a noise of surprise and stumbled back, away from him, staring at him standing there with his chest heaving. “Wh—what the hell are you doing?”

Daryl gulped. Oh shit. Had he just fucked things up worse? He gestured vaguely with one hand. “This ain’t nothin’,” he drawled, breathless from his lips on yours. He stepped toward you cautiously again, half expecting you to move away or brush past him for the exit, but you didn’t move. He anxiously licked his lips, and you felt butterflies flit to life in your stomach. “‘M sorry,” he said again.

You stared at him, a quizzical expression on your face. You wanted his lips on yours again. “Say it again,” you said softly. You stepped closer to him.

Daryl stared down into your eyes. The regret in his was plain. He slipped his fingers into your hair and clasped your face again. “‘M so sorry. I ain’t ever gonna leave again if I can help it.”

Your expression softened and you grabbed onto the front of his vest and pulled his lips down to meet yours, kissing him heatedly. Daryl’s hand landed on your lower back again and he pulled you against him, pressing forward so you were touching practically from knees to nose. His kiss was urgent, feverish. He pressed into you and you moved backwards blindly until you felt the table behind you. Daryl’s strong hands lifted you, setting you on the edge. You looped your arms around his neck and gently bit at his lower lip, eliciting a chesty growl from him. His hands wandered over your back and smoothed down your sides, feeling the curve of your waist and angles of your hips. They wandered down further and ran over your thighs, sending tingles of electricity up your back. You tugged him into you more tightly, feeling his hips pressing into the inside of your knees as you sat on the table. You slid a hand under his vest, around his back, and scratched your nails over the thin cotton of his shirt, feeling his strong, tense muscles beneath the material. He pulled back from you suddenly and your eyes opened, long eyelashes fluttering, disappointed and feeling the inches between your lips profoundly. “What is it?” you asked him, completely out of breath. He just stared down at you, not lifting his hands from your hips. “Nothin’. Just tryin’ to convince myself this is really happenin’,” he drawled, his eyes flitting between yours and your partially parted lips.

You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into your touch. “It is.”

He looked suddenly nervous again. “Listen, I still wanna tell ya... I can’t entirely explain it. I know Merle’s an asshole. Of course I know that... But he’s my brother. And it was almost like I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I’d already left him once in Atlanta. I couldn’t do it again.” Daryl rushed on, still in vague disbelief that somehow you’d gone from yelling at him to kissing him in a span of a few minutes. “But as soon as we were alone out there... I realized he might be my brother but he ain’t really my family anymore. Maybe he never was.”

You gulped and nodded, pressing your hand flush to his chest and feeling his racing heart beneath your fingers. “I’m sorry I was so hard on you,” you said regretfully. “I was just—hurt.”

He nodded. “I can’t blame ya. ‘M sorry.”

You looped your arms around his neck again and he gave in to the gentle tug easily as you pulled his lips back to yours. The heat built between you again and you let out a small sigh as Daryl’s lips wandered from yours to kiss your neck and the delicate skin by your collarbone, his fingers tangling roughly into your hair. You found yourself arching into him more and more and Daryl was reeling as your fingernails lightly scratched his back, even over the fabric of his shirt. But the building heat was quickly quashed by the sound of the squeaky metal hinges on the door to the stairwell and both of you startled. Daryl spun around and you jumped up from your spot on the table, accidentally knocking the mug of tea to the floor, which of course shattered and sent liquid splashing everywhere. Your entire face flushed as you saw Glenn standing in the doorway with a surprised look on his face, one hand still on the doorknob.

“Uhhhhh... sorry,” he mumbled. But his face quickly broke into a grin he tried to stifle. “I’ll just—I’m gonna go,” he said jutting a thumb back over his shoulder, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. Daryl shifted uncomfortably next to you. Glenn turned on his heel and headed right back down the stairs and into the cellblock again.

Rick, unable to sleep with the threat of the Governor still looming, caught sight of him returning and gave him a questioning look. “I thought you were on guard duty now?” he asked curiously. Glenn smiled and laughed a little awkwardly. “Uhh, yeah, but uhh—Y/N and Daryl have got it,” he said, his eyebrows lifting. “Y/N and Daryl? Isn’t she still pissed at him?” the sheriff asked, looping one thumb into his pocket. Glenn laughed again. “I’m pretty sure they made up... Night, Rick.”

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hannahhasnofriends · 3 years

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happier | dream

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summary: based off the song happier by olivia rodrigo!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: angst, break ups, this is just fucking sad lmao, real names are used (srry not srry)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i love olivia rodrigos new album i literally have not listened to anything else since it came out omfg😎 also i think i like this fic?? idk gimme some thoughts n feedback :)

We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

"Hey guys! I've missed you all so much." I hug Sapnap tightly and move on to the next person I was greeting.

A "reunion" we were calling it, it'd been a year since the SMP ended and everyone wanted to get into touch again. It was bittersweet seeing everyone , it seemed like we'd grown up so much since then. Hell, I know I have.

"Hey darling, " I turn and see Niki, I missed her so much. We were the first female streamers on the SMP, she'd been my best friend. "How are you?"

"I'm good, really." I could see the sympathy in her eyes. I pretended not to notice when everyone did a double take when I walked into the room, they really thought I wasn't going to come today.

"That's good, I've missed you." She had a tight smile on her face. "You know he's coming today, right?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I knew someone was going to ask. It was fine, I had prepared myself for the questions and stares. It'd been 6 months, half a year, 6 damn full moons since we'd ended. We share the same friends, it was hard knowing they were going to pick sides, we both knew it wasn't going to be mine.

"Clay? Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we've both moved on. We're adults and I don't need to hide from him. We're friends!" I was lying through my fucking teeth. I saw his instagram posts, the subtweets, and everything else that had her named burned into it.

"Ok, I just wanted to check in. I know we all took the erm- break-up pretty hard." Her eyes avoided mine but I know she truly meant well by everything she was saying. "Anyway, I'm going to say hi to a few others. I really want us to talk more, ok?"

She squeezed my arm as she was walking off, I nodded my head even though I probably wouldn't be able to bring myself to message her after this.

I took a deep breath and eyed my other company. I was sticking out like a sore thumb, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Honestly, it'd probably be best to make a cowardly dash before he showed up.

Just as I'd made up my mind, I saw it. The main doors opened and there they were. Well. Too damn late for that.

He was as tall and gorgeous as he was 6 months ago and she was stunningly perched on his arm. The worst part wasn't how goddamn good they looked, it was how you could just tell they were right. You could simply glance in their direction and tell she was nice and kind and he was completely devoted to her.

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Just like that, all the air in the room had been sucked out. I was doomed.

As he made his way around the room, his eyes finally found mine. His smile faltered and I could tell he was taken aback. I averted my eyes quickly, this was so stupid.

“Y/n! Hi!” I jumped as I heard his voice, sneaky little bastard. I forced my best smile on my face as I turned to face them. She was standing next to him, still arm in arm but she stayed silent.

“Hey! How’s it going.” I pressed my lips together, he seemed so… ok? His eyes no longer had those dark circles and the cuts on his knuckles look healed.

“I’m good! How about you?” He tilts his head, curious.

“I’m doing good, too. Pretty busy, but you know.” I nodded along to what I said, it wasn’t a complete lie.

Abruptly, she clears her throat and side eyes Clay, obviously wanting something. “Oh, right! This is Grace.”

“Hi, I’ve heard great things about you.” She smiles so warmly, she seems so great. I could feel the jealously sinking into my skin, it was suffocating.

“Hello, it’s really nice to meet you.” This time I really was lying. But I couldn’t tell her the truth. How I couldn’t let her boyfriend go.

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed You meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind She probably gives you butterflies

She kept up the small talk with me. I learned she was an artist and slightly older than him. She taught art to kids on the weekends and her parents were still married. She even volunteered to help me move.

I noticed the rings she wore and thought about whether he gave them to her. If he gave her the same gifts he gave me. Maybe she knew too. Maybe she knew he took her to the same places we went. Did the same things, laughed at the same jokes. I hope she did.

But the conversation continued, and I kept searching for a flaw. Something to make him realize she wasn’t meant for him. Something I could point out and have my aha moment.

But she was perfect. And I had nothing that would make him pick me instead of her.

I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The music picked up again and they excused themselves to the dance floor. It was a sappy, corny love song. It fit them perfectly. I could see him whisper in her ear and rock her back forth to the beat. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

As they swayed, I was hoping he was thinking of me. I hoped he would drop her right then and there and grab my hand and lead me out of this mess. I hoped he would lock eyes with me and pretend none of this happened. I hoped they weren't as happy as they looked.

I hope you're happy Just not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

As I watched them, I swear every memory we shared came fleeting into my mind. Every smile, every laugh, every fight, everything. The way he’d let me wear his sunglasses in the car and the time we danced in the rain and we’re sick for days after.

As I watched them I wondered wether they were truly happy together. If he was in love, if he loved her more than he loved me. If he ever thought of me when he was with her.

I wonder if he watched me as I left.

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KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend --- but something went downhill.

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

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"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

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The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

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jusvibbbin · 3 years

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One Locker Down

Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

//Grease popped up in my playlist yesterday and my childhood crush reignited itself

Senior year was going okay. Your grades were stellar, your standing in debate club was unchallenged and your personal best was improving every time you swam. But you were missing one pivotal thing to be considered the ‘complete senior.’ A relationship. You became embarrassed simply at the thought. You were cute and nice, just a bit awkward. Your social skills couldn’t hold a candle to those of Patty Simcox or the Pink Ladies. You usually preferred to keep to yourself but as senior year drew closer, you longed for more than what you had. On the first day of school you considered your options as you walked.

Are there even any options? Can you think of one person outside of your activities that even knows your name?

You were a bit discouraged walking into school as you found your way towards your locker. With your mind lost in thought, you had no time to react before bumping into none other than Kenickie Murdoch. He turned towards you directly, mouth open to begin sending a barrage of insults your way before he saw you. His mouth hung open a moment and then shut quickly. You stood there like a deer in the headlights, still waiting for the attack that was never to come. Kenickie bent down and picked up your books as you brought yourself out of your state of shock.

“I am so sorry!” You said bending down to help him, only to bonk heads with him instead. Kenickie rubbed his head and pulled off his sunglasses.

“Jesus, babe! Are you trying to send me to the hospital?”

You felt yourself blushing at what he called you and you quickly shook your head ‘no.’ Kenickie handed you your books and you went around to the locker right next to his.

“What’s your name?” Kenickie asked suddenly.

You stuttered out your name and he grinned at you.

“I like it,” he said smoothly. He looked like he had more to say until someone down the hall shouted for him. He gave you a wink and strolled down the hallway. You felt your heart beat wildly in your chest until you realized what had happened.

Ohhhh no. Not him. Not Kenickie. He’s a playboy, a greaser, not to mention he’s trouble incarnate.

But it was too late. You had it bad.

You didn’t see Kenickie until a week later. You were at your locker packing up for the day and when you closed the door, he was leaning against his locker. You stifled a scream and put a hand to your chest. Kenickie smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Did I scare you?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall to face you.

“Just surprised me is all,” you tried to answer confidently, but it came out very unsure. Kenickie backed you into your locker and put his left hand next to your head, blocking you in on one side. You bit your bottom lip and stared up at him.

“How is it that I never noticed you before?” Kenickie eyed you up and down. “You’re hot stuff.” You thought you might die right then and there.

Kenickie thinks I’m hot? Is he feeling alright?

“Thank you,” you said shyly, keenly aware of how close he was to you and only wanting him to get closer.

Suddenly Kenickie moved away from the lockers and started walking away, calling back to you, “See you around gorgeous!”

You resisted the urge to dance your soul right out of your body and you headed the opposite way.

Kenickie’s POV:

“Kenickie who is that?” Sonny gestured to (Y/N) standing at their locker.

“Yeah, we’ve seen you talkin’ to em a whole bunch lately,” Putzie added.

Kenickie rolled his eyes and looked at the other T-Birds.

“What are you knuckleheads doing spying on me, huh?” He started to comb his hair, slick with grease, back.

“We just wanted to know what the plan was, boss,” Doody piped up. Kenickie looked at him confused.

“Plan?”

“With the nerd! We were thinking you could leave em a note inviting them on a date, tell em to wear something real flashy, and then they show up and you ain’t there!” Doody exclaimed. At this, the T-Birds erupted into laughter, hooting and howling like animals. Kenickie shut them up with a quick smack to the back of their heads.

“Enough clownin’,” he said, putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

“Come on Nickie, it’ll be funny!” Sonny begged.

Kenickie thought about it for a moment or two before saying, “Gimme some paper.”

Your POV:

You stood at your locker, feeling flustered. You had found a note from Kenickie. You read it over again just to be sure. It said:

“Dollface, you’re lookin’ extra good today. I was thinking maybe you and me could meet up tonight. Wear something to show off your assets. See you at Frosty Palace, seven o’clock. -KM”

You didn’t know what to think. Sure Kenickie had been nice to you lately, but the T-Birds were known for pulling stunts to hurt people’s feelings. You thought about what you wanted to do the rest of the school day, through swim practice and on your walk home from school.

Kenickie is probably just doing it to be mean. But he did say all those nice things to me… Then again it might’ve been a trick to ensure I’d come. But why go through all the effort just to stand me up? To make me look silly?

You walked into your house, waving to your mother as you went upstairs. You laid on your bed and yelled frustrated, into your pillow. You stayed there for a few moments before you heard your door creak open. You sat up as you mother walked in and sat on your bed.

“What’s going on?” Your mother asked, running her hand through your hair.

“I like this boy, and he asked me out tonight but I don’t know if he’s just going to ditch me,” you sighed. Your mother looked thoughtfully for a moment as you waited patiently for her sage wisdom.

“I think you should go. What does it matter if he stands you up? Go because you want to. If he’s there, great and if not, you can find someone else to spend time with. You are a beautiful, smart and kind person. You can get anyone you want so show that boy that you don’t need him, but you’re willing to give him a chance.”

You smiled and nodded at your mother and she helped you pick out a cute, but fairly modest, outfit for tonight. Then she helped you do your hair and by the time you were done, you looked great.

Kenickie, I hope you’re gonna be there. Cause I am gonna knock your socks off.

At six fifty your mother dropped you off just down the street from the Frosty Palace. You thanked her for everything and started walking. You hoped against hope that this wasn’t a trick. Your mother’s words had touched you, but you knew what you wanted, and you wanted him.

As you approached Frosty’s you scanned the parking lot, but saw no sign of him and your heart dropped into your stomach. You crossed the street and looked inside, but you still didn’t see him. You rounded the corner, intent on sitting on the bench so no one could see your tears, and there he was. Kenickie freaking Murdoch. He was leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette and as you walked up, he looked over at you.

“Whoa, look at you,” Kenickie smiled at you. “You look… amazing.”

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside before he could even finish his cigarette. After a night of drinking milkshakes, eating burgers and playing songs on the jukebox, Kenickie drove you home. Once you got to your house, Kenickie parked and turned off the car.

“I had a lot of fun Nickie,” you said sweetly.

“Yeah, me too,” he said scooting closer towards you.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. As you started to lean away, Kenickie caught your chin with his hand and kissed you hard on the lips. You kissed him back with intensity and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands grabbed your waist, sliding them under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin. You squeaked in surprise and Kenickie took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You were enjoying the moment so much you could barely tear yourself away from him when he tried to lay you down.

“Kenickie,” you mumbled as he kissed your neck.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” you said gently as you pushed yourself back a bit. Kenickie begrudgingly pulled away, giving you one last kiss.

“Whenever you’re ready babe, I’ll be here,” he said, winking at you. You giggled and hugged him. He held you close, his hand running through a section of your hair.

“See you next Friday?” You asked.

“You know it,” Kenickie smirked as you got out of the car. You waved goodbye to him and watched him speed down the road.

Oh yeah. I got it bad.

Part Two

#grease #kenickie murdoch #kenickie #kenickie murdoch x reader #kenickie x reader #oneshot

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seka1-k0k0ro · 3 years

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night of fun

y e s

i had way too much fun with this thank you anon for feeding my mind u-u

see part one here!

summary: a week has passed since the ‘incident’ and megumi’s thoughts have gone haywire and are utterly filled with you.

cw: smut with a semi plot (shes long cuz i got carried away), fem! reader

[lower case intended + not proofread]

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the air was thick and it was hot. megumi was training with the third years while you sat on the sidelines with yuuji and nobara. his focus was all on you. how your skin has a slight glow from the heat; how the sun rays caused your skin to heat; how the heat caused you to hike your skirt up though it was against school rules. you were infecting his mind—his body.

panda landed a ruthless blow into megumi’s stomach, launching him a couple meters across the field. coughing, megumi sat up, and the third years walked over.

“what’s up with you megumi? you’ve been so distracted lately,” maki began.

“tuna,” inumaki agreed from behind her with one hand on his hip. with a final throat-clearing cough megumi began,

“i’m fine. just have a lot on my mind. nothing serious.”

“is it y/n?” megumi’s head jerked in shock, and he could feel his cheeks slightly heat. he only hoped he could mask it and blame it on the hot day. “it is so y/n,” maki smirked, “did y’all fight or something?” megumi deadpanned.

“no, we didn’t.”

“she blue-ball you?” she asked again. megumi scowled and stood, his cheeks now flaming.

“it’s not like that. stay out of it. it’s my business.” he stomped away like a child. the third years huddled together and unanimously agreed that it indeed was like that.

megumi approached the group of three sitting on the sidelines. he saw you sat in between yuuji and nobara showing them something on your phone. he looks at your thighs which were missing their stockings from you possibly running late. your uniform jacket was missing--replaced by the tight, white button-up shirt you wear in case it gets hot. he’s always loved that shirt.

then he noticed how seemly close yuuji was sitting to you. he knows neither of you would ever do anything but he’s always felt slightly self-conscious of yuuji. yuuji was physically stronger; yuuji had pure power and he didn’t. he saw yuuji place his chin on your shoulder and snuggle into your neck.

you noticed megumi’s presence and gasped. your eyes sparkled and you had the biggest smile. you dropped everything you were holding and ran over to him, holding megumi in a hug. though megumi knew he shouldn’t feel the way he did, he felt smug and looked at yuuji in the eyes with a glare and a smile as he hugged you. yuuji looked back confused.

“we were just watching part of a movie that yuuji watched while he was training with gojo.” his smile returned to a frown. for the past couple of days, yuuji has all you’ve been talking about. it’s been yuuji this and yuuji that. “speaking of yuuji, i’m gonna be in his dorm after school helping him study.”

“oh? until when?” you shrugged.

“i don’t know. whenever we finish.” megumi sighed and pulled away.

“alright. well, let me go back to--” yuuji interrupted him.

“y/n come back so we can play the movie.”

“gimme a second, yuu,” you said back. megumi turned to you confused.

“yuu?” you cocked your head to the side and giggled.

“what? it’s just a nickname, megumi. anyways get back to training before they yell at you.” you turned around and went back to the duo waiting for you. megumi stood there shocked for a second then turned and walked back towards centerfield. all he could think about was the stupid nickname and how you didn’t kiss him goodbye.

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the sun was now setting. megumi was gathering his things and inumaki came up to megumi. he handed him a note.

just talk to her, don’t let things get between you two because you didn’t voice what was bothering you. you know what’s wrong, but she doesn’t. instead of staying quiet, use your words and open up. that is the only solution.

inumaki left megumi to think on his own with a final shoulder pat. megumi looked back at the note and read it over again. he sighed and rubbed at his eye in exhaustion. he folded the letter back neatly and slipped it in his pocket.

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“nothing is working!” yuuji laughed as you continued to complain. “i mean, think about it. we came with this plan to make megumi jealous and nothing has worked. i didn’t even give him his good-bye kiss today!”

“well, there’s still one last thing we could do.” you rolled your eyes.

“and what might that be oh wise one?”

“megumi always gets to the dorms at 8:30, right?”

“yeah, and?”

“we’re supposed to be studying, right?” your shoulders slumped, and you groaned.

“where are you going with this?”

“if megumi hears some...uhh...well- how should I put this?...questionable noises as he passes by the room--that’ll be his last straw.” you nodded understandingly. you agreed to the plan with one final worry,

“i just hope he doesn't break up with me.”

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the corridor was dark as usual on his training days. never missing a beat, megumi walks down the hallway expecting to only hear his footsteps, though we don't all get what we expect.

“yuu! fuck-- please!” megumi’s footsteps stop right before he can fully pass itadori’s dorm.

“come on, y/n. try a little harder and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

“yuuji, please, I need it. please!” the little show was accompanied by grunts and groans from you.

megumi felt something inside of him snap. he tore the door open almost breaking the doorknob in the process. he saw both you and yuuji standing while yuuji held something--he assumes its school supplies--over your head while you’re trying to grab it. both of you are in casual clothing and out of your daily school uniforms. you both stare at megumi in the door entrance.

megumi fumes and grabs you by your wrist. he dragged you into his room, locking the door behind him. megumi turned on a couple of the lamps in his room. he drops all of his stuff and turns jaggedly to face you.

“what has been going on?” he asks surprisingly calmer than he looks.

“what do you--”

“you know what i’m talking about. what between you and yuuji, huh?” you crossed your arms and frowned.

“first of all,” you stepped closer and turned your nose up to him, “do not interrupt me. second,” you turned around sheepishly, “itadori wanted to see what you would seem like jealous, and” you slumped, regretful, “i agreed.”

megumi sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. he walked up and hugged you from behind. “so you still love me?” you scoffed.

“what? of course I do.” megumi nodded. you two stood in silence, until he spoke up with an idea.

“will you make it up to me?”

“i will...but how?” his hands slowly lift your shirt, letting just his hands under. he moves his head from your neck to rest against your ear.

“i have something in mind,” he said. his left hand reached towards your right tit while the other hand played with the waistband of your athletic shorts. you leaned back into him feeling him harden. you turn in his embrace and kiss him. the kiss was passionate but soft.

megumi led you towards the bed, laying you down. he caged you in, pinning you to the bed. he sat on his heels to see you. your face was flushed, and you were slightly trembling.

“don’t just stare.” he laughed breathlessly.

“i’m sorry, y/n. you’re just so pretty,” his voice trailed to low whisper as he leaned into your neck, “it makes me wanna go all the way.” he peppered feathery kisses onto your jaw—so intoxicating it made your mind spin in circles and your body squirm.

“wait,” you said. “are you sure?”

“what?” he asked lazily, still suckling on your skin.

“what if gojo comes in and—“ he kissed you, then rested his forehead against yours.

“forget gojo. i want you,” he went back down to your collarbone, “i want to make you feel good.”

“megumi,” you managed to say.

“hmm?”

“take me.” he stilled, but the words shot straight to his dick. the way you would say his name in the breathless, pitched voice made his cock twitch. he stuffed his face in the dip of your neck and groaned. he collected himself and crashed his lips into yours. it was messy. teeth would clash and spit covered each other’s mouths. though the love each had for one another never diminished. you could feel him pouring his love, heart, and soul—telling you, through the kiss, to take him as well.

his thumbs hooked the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties. you sat up and took your shirt off and your bra. he pushed you back down and kissed you. he kissed you and kissed you, and you felt your lips bruising from his force. your hands reached to his shirt, and you signal for him to take it off. swiftly, he took his sweats and shirt off, leaving him in his boxers.

he went back to kissing you. he couldn’t get enough. megumi wanted to kiss every angle, crevice, inch—he wanted to kiss all over—he wanted to make sure not piece of you was left untouched. if you’d let him, he’d ravage you in one blow.

his hands began to tease your inner thighs, but always too high or too low. his kisses began to follow the path down you jaw to your collar bone. his fingers finally touched you where you wanted—needed him most; his middle finger spreading your wetness between your folds. his kisses turned impatient. he marked you with his teeth, leaving love bites behind as he moved farther down.

your gasps, breaths, and soft moans were music to his ears. they made his mind go fuzzy and his eye sight waver. he was drunk on you; he was drunk on the sounds, the smell, the taste of you.

megumi’s lips attached to you left breast which made you yelp. at the same time, a finger slipped into your cunt, followed by a second, then a third. one by one, each stretching you out, and preparing you for him. the sensation made you wriggle around. your knee dug into his cock, making him moan out. you continued to pleasure him, the vibrations from his sounds heightening your own pleasure.

“megumi—“ you whined, “please. i need more.” he chuckled and detached from your breast with a slight pop. his lips hovered against yours, not entirely kissing you.

“patience, princess.” his fingers sped up and his thumb grazed against your clit, making you arch your back.

“please,” you whimpered back. “fuck me, megumi. please?” you bucked your hips into his hands, in attempt to convince him more. with a final cry, megumi cursed at himself and removed himself from you, leaving you on the bed catching your breath and your thighs twitching. megumi got rid of his boxers—throwing them on floor with the rest of the scattered clothes.

his rummaged his drawers for the condoms maki got him as a gag gift for his birthday. megumi tore the packet open with his teeth and slipped it on. you look over to see him walking back. the bed creaked with his added weight, and a smile of anticipation graced your face. megumi gave some final kisses to your inner thighs while he got comfortable. he held the back of your thighs up, using his shoulder as leverage.

you helped line up his cock, and he pushed in. finally in, megumi moaned while you let out soft puffs, trying to adjust. he moved slowly, not wanting to hurt you as the way felt against him made it awfully hard to.

“so good—ahh!” you couldn’t help but get louder. “megumi,” you moaned, “you feel so good—fuck!” your hips moved along with his, and megumi felt something in him snap. he groaned and apologized,

“i’m sorry, baby. i can’t help it.”

“s’ okay,” you managed out before your head finally turned to mush. megumi’s thrust sped, and his hands moved to your hips pulling them into him harder and harder. megumi’s eyes crossed, getting lost in the pleasure. he felt your walls flutter against him, signaling you’re close. his right thumb found your clit again. he felt you tighten against him. “oh! megumi, i’m gonna cum!”

“cum for me, baby.” you tensed, and your voice cracked at your final wail. he rode out your orgasm and into his. he came into the condom, and he dropped next to you. you took the condom off and tossed it in the bin.

megumi welcomed you back into bed with kisses and cuddles under the covers. “that was amazing,” you whispered.

“it was,” he whispered back with a smile. he dug his nose into your hair with his arms around you and dozed off to sleep.

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the door being opened harshly startled megumi awake.

“rise and shine-“

“gojo-sensei!” megumi yelled, stirring you awake. gojo saw the bedsheets fall from your bare shoulders and understood what had happened. gojo bursted out laughing and closed the door, still laughing after it was fully shut. “shit!”

“what’s wrong, baby? who was that?” you asked still groggy.

“gojo.” the sleepiness was replaced with adrenaline quickly, and you bursted from the bed naked.

“gojo?!” megumi smiled seeing you flail around for your clothes.

after both of you were decent, you walked out of megumi’s dorm, and gojo was still laughing. yuuji was also laughing. megumi rolled his eyes.

“hey megumi, did you at least wrap it before you tapped it?” gojo’s laughing increased.

“yeah, you two were quite loud. please remember the thin walls next time,” yuuji snickered.

“sorry, yuuji. his dick was just too big.” you shrugged and dragged megumi away past the bathroom area. both of you were laughing after seeing yuuji’s disgusted face and gojo’s eyes popping out of sockets from laughing too hard.

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It had been years since he’d had to sneak in somewhere. Riven’s position as captain in the Magix Elite Force granted him easy access to just about anywhere he needed or wanted so long as he could justify his reason for being there. But this, he had no valid reason. It would result in his suspension, if not complete dismissal, from the force. He didn’t think he’d get caught – you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks, but that doesn’t mean they forgot old ones – but even if he did, he knew he had to take the risk.

Nabu had been the one to tell him. About the relationship; the engagement; and the – in Riven’s opinion – far too rushed wedding. He wanted her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. He did. He also knew he should just let her go, let her marry whatever the fuck his name was, but he couldn’t not try. She needed to know how he felt even if he was years too late.

Musa had been the one to break it off. It had nearly broken him; he’d refused to leave his room in his and Timmy’s apartment for weeks afterwards. Ultimately, she’d been right, though. They were becoming different people – growing apart – and it was better to break up now than wait until their different paths became too much and they grew to resent each other.

Musa had released her first album a year before they’d broken up. Her tour had been hard, with him having to stay in Magix for work and her being everywhere, but he’d thought they could survive it. Their relationship had already survived so much. Musa’s star, though, had only begun to shine. Over the years after the breakup, she only became more and more successful. Every bit of which she deserved, and every bit of which Riven had followed from afar.

She’d offered for them to stay friends once the wounds had healed but Riven had declined. All the news he got of her was from the guys or magazines. His therapist – he'd gone to see a therapist; Musa would have been so proud – agreed that it was best to cut her off entirely. Beyond the whole listening to her music thing, Riven thought he’d done pretty well at that. It had only taken him a year to stop looking her up borderline obsessively, he’d dated other people, he’d even had a serious relationship or two. His only problem was that none of the others were Musa. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to come back to her.

So here he was, the day of her wedding, climbing a tree on the side of the hotel she was getting married at, praying that he’d be able to find the room she was getting ready in before the ceremony started. And that she’d be willing to hear him out.

Riven managed to find an open window that led into the end of a hallway. He made his way through the navy halls, stopping to listen for her voice behind every single oversized door. Nabu, after some bribery and threats, had told him that Musa and the girls would be getting ready on the fourth floor. He’d begged Riven to think through his actions and not do anything stupid, but Riven was also certain that Nabu was on board with whatever his plan was. From his description of Musa’s fiancé, he hadn’t sounded too fond of the guy.

The sound of footsteps put Riven on high alert. He managed to duck into a broom closet just in time to see Stella turn the corner. Jackpot. The blonde swung her long, gently curled hair over her shoulder and punched in a code on the door pad opposite his hiding spot. From the door, he heard a sound he would recognise anywhere: Musa’s voice. Double jackpot. Now he just had to pray that the girls would leave Musa alone for at least a minute at some point before the ceremony started.

He stood in that closet, watching her door for close to half an hour when his saving grace arrived in the form of an older woman with greying brown hair piled high on her head and a clipboard in her hand. She punched in the code to the door – which Riven paid much closer attention to this time – and exited three minutes later with the five bridesmaids in tow.

And no bride. This was turning out to be much easier than he’d anticipated.

Riven seized his opportunity the minute the woman he assumed was the wedding planner and Musa’s friends were out of sight. The light on the lock turned green on the first try and he slunk into the room as quietly as possible. Musa was turned away from him, staring at herself in mirror. Lucky too because it wouldn’t have made for a very good winning-her-back moment for her to see his jaw drop and his mind go entirely blank.

Musa wore a minimalistic, figure-flattering white dress with spaghetti straps, a deep V and a low back. She wore very little jewelry: a pair of diamond earrings, her engagement ring and her mother’s necklace – the one she never took off that he’d recovered in Black Mud Swamp the year they first met. Her long, dark hair was curled softly, like she was a movie star right out of the 1950s. He missed her hair; missed running his hands through it; missed the way he could bury his face in it when they hugged so that the smell of her shampoo could envelop him entirely; missed the way she would play with her pigtails when she was nervous; missed the way her hair would fall into his face when she leaned over to kiss him before they went to bed every night. More than anything, he missed her.

“Riven?” He stumbled out of his memories and into present day at the sound of her voice. She’d turned to face him, the train of her dress bunching at her feet as she spun. It had been so long since he’d heard her say his name. He’d forgotten how nice it sounded. “What are you doing here?”

“You look beautiful” he whispered thoughtlessly. Musa lowered her eyes, her face flushing like it had whenever he’d looked at her in the early days of their relationship. She ran her hands along the sides of her wedding dress – the dress she should be wearing for him – smoothing out non-existent creases in the fabric. It made him smile to know he could still make her blush like that.

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, bringing her hands together to fiddle with her engagement ring.

“I...” Fuck. How did he do this? “...Should have written something down.” Yes, that would’ve been a good idea. He wasn’t Helia; words didn’t come naturally to him. The old Riven would have turned around and walked away, wouldn’t have even given it a shot. He wasn’t the old Riven anymore, and he wasn’t leaving this room without Musa knowing how he felt. He’d have to wing it. “Don’t marry him.”

“Riven, I-”

“Please. Just hear me out.” Her objections ceased, and she lowered the hand she’d put out in a stop motion. “I love you. I have never stopped loving you. I have thought about you every single day for the last seven years, four months and twenty-one days. Since the day you left. And every single one of those days, I have kicked myself for letting you go; for not fighting harder for you. For us.”

Riven approached her. With every step, he felt his heart beat harder, coming to a brutal halt when he stepped in front of her. Her eyes, for the first time since he’d complimented her, met his. She was inches from him; so close that the smallest movement would bring them together. The heels she was wearing made her taller – brought the top of her head to his lip instead of his shoulder. Had his mind been anywhere other than desperately wanting her to come back to him, he would have commented that she hated heels with a passion, and he’d always thought she’d wear sneakers with her wedding dress even if Stella gave her a headache about it.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, not missing the way she leaned into his touch. Her heart longed for his just as much as his did for hers. “You belong with me, Muse. You know you do. We belong together.” His hand cupped her chin, pulling her into a kiss. Never had anything felt more right than his lips on hers. The second they connected; he knew everything would work out. He could beat the worst monsters, defeat his darkest demons, save the most helpless and conquer the universe as long as he had Musa by his side.

Musa’s hands came to rest on his chest, balling her manicured fingers into his thin white t-shirt and dragging him into her as they lost themselves in the kiss. The longer it went, the more certain he was that she would leave with him right then if he asked her to. He would have too, if the planner hadn’t punched in the door code and announced her presence through the heavy door.

“Gimme a second” Musa managed to shout, mere inches from Riven’s face, before the woman had entered the room. The planner shut the door, informing Musa that she would be right outside and that the ceremony was ready to begin.

Musa stepped back and Riven had to wrap his arms around her to keep her near him. “I have to go” she whispered.

“Please, please don’t marry him.” Teenage Riven would be mortified to hear his voice crack as he begged Musa not to choose someone else, but adult Riven couldn��t care less. He would beg and plead and grovel if it meant that she’d stay with him.

“It’s too late. I’m sorry.” She laid her hands on his chest and pushed their bodies apart. He watched, heart shattering, as she stepped away from him. Her voice broke, tears pooled in the corners of her eyes and her lower lip quivered, but ever his fierce Musa, she stayed strong. He wished, just this once, that she would break. Musa stepped away from him and turned towards the door, gathering the train of her dress in her hand as she walked away. She wiped her eyes quickly before grabbing the door handle.

“Musa,” he heard himself say before she had the chance to turn the knob. A deep sigh and she turned to him. He’d never been good at reading people, but Musa he knew. She wanted him to fight for her, she always had, and, for the most part, he always had. He always would. He’d just fucked up that one time when it mattered most. “I’ll be out front. If you change your mind.”

She didn’t answer, merely shook her head and then she was gone, whisked away through the door and down the hall by the planner. Riven sat himself onto the nearest piece of furniture – a fancy-looking emerald green couch in the corner of the hotel suite sitting room – and dropped his head in the palms of his hands trying to stop himself from crying and shaking.

He hadn’t felt pain like this in years, hadn’t felt anything like this in years. He hadn’t been numb – he’d known numb before and that wasn’t what the last few years had been – but life had been significantly less vivid. Everything always felt so much more with her. The lows could be soul-crushing agony, but the highs were pure ecstasy and worth every second of pain. He would willingly suffer through millennia of agony for just one hour of ecstasy with her again.

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Musa’s mind buzzed as she followed Christina, the planner, through the hall and into the elevator, down to the main floor. The woman – an absolute godsend in the madness that was planning a wedding and a tour in the same four months – babbled on about how adorably nervous Liam – her fiancé – was.

She’d met Liam three years ago on a talk show. He was an actor – had started off as a child on a sitcom and managed to make the incredibly difficult transition from child star to serious adult actor. He’d been sweet and charming during the pre-interview and through the whole taping. They’d run into each other again a year later at a movie premiere – she'd sung the main theme and he was close friends with the star. He’d asked her out at the end of the night. He was cute – tall with broad shoulders and sharp features, just her type – so she’d said yes. It turned out that he was also funny and incredibly witty.

She loved him.

Christina led her out of the elevator and into one of the back hallways. At the end of the hall, Musa knew she’d find her friends and father waiting patiently for the ceremony to start. Musa knew what would happen: Christina would put them in order, then cue her assistant to tell the violinist to start playing – Riven had always loved hearing her play the violin, they’d talked about having one if ever they got married. Musa couldn’t let that detail go. Once the music started, the double doors would open onto the ceremony room. Hundreds of guests would be seated in the room, surrounded by thousands of dollars' worth of flowers and floating candles.

Much sooner than she’d anticipated, it was Tecna’s turn. The purple-haired fairy – her maid of honour – turned out of the waiting area and moved up to the double doors at exactly the speed Christina had indicated; not too fast like Flora had or too slow like Stella – who, realistically, had been enjoying the moment of spotlight – had. Musa’s father turned to her, a genuine smile on his face, to ask if she was ready. Musa smiled and nodded.

Her arm looped through her father’s and Christina handed her the bouquet of exquisite flowers – arranged by Flora, of course. The woman moved behind her to spread out her train. As she neared the door, the guests stood for her. Her father nodded to a few at the back that he recognised, but Musa’s focus was at the front.

Liam stood with his arms folded behind him. Riven would always stand with his hands in his pockets or his arms crossed. Liam’s smile widened when he saw her. Riven only smiled when he saw her. Liam mouthed the words I love you and Musa felt a pang. She’d just heard those words in a different voice, and they’d had so much more impact. Musa smiled at him, repeating the mantra in her head.

She loved him.

She was at the altar. Her father was hugging her and whispering that he loved her and wished her nothing but happiness. Musa was stepping up to the altar. Liam was shaking her father’s hand. The photographer’s assistant was adjusting her train for the photos. Liam was smiling at her. Tecna was taking the bouquet out of her hands. Liam was reaching out for her hands.

Musa snapped out of her haze. Her hands were in Liam’s and the officiant was welcoming the guests. Please turn your phones off. Don’t take any pictures. It’s not every day you meet someone that touches your soul. All the cheesy shit people said at weddings. Musa ignored the man they’d hired as she played the scene with Riven over in her mind.

He still loves her.

And she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t compared every boyfriend to him. Including Liam. She’d also be lying if she said that she didn’t think about him when she was alone. When she was lonely. When she wanted someone to hold her. When she touched herself. When she cried. When she laughed. When she had news to share. When she wrote a song she really loved.

It was always him.

Pressure on her hand brought her back to present day. Liam was saying his I do. He was giving her that smile that, up until fifteen minutes ago, she thought she’d be happy enough to see every day.

Happy enough.

Was that really enough?

“...Take Liam Lukas Caffrey, here present, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”

“I...” Hundreds of eyes stared at her expectantly. She had two words to say. I do. It wasn’t that fucking hard. Musa looked up at Liam. At those pretty dark green eyes of his watching her with all the love in the world. “I...”

It wasn’t enough.

No one would ever be enough if they weren’t Riven. She’d tried to deny it, but it was true. And he was right. She belonged with him.

“No” she sighed. The love in Liam’s eyes turned to confusion. Behind her, Stella mumbled out a what. “I can’t... I’m sorry.”

Musa picked up the skirt of her dress as much as she could and walked away. She picked up speed with every step, desperate to get away from the prying eyes. Desperate to get to Riven. I’ll be out front. If you change your mind. Had he meant it? She rushed through the double doors, past Christina and through the lobby. In the corner of her vision, she saw the doorman standing to open the front doors for her, but she got there before him.

Lights flashed in her eyes as she pushed through the doors and onto the front steps. Her name was being shouted and paparazzi cameras popped at every angle, but she registered none of it. Musa searched the sidewalk for that telltale flash of magenta, trying to control her already heavy breathing and not appear as panicked as she felt.

He wasn’t sure why he’d even waited. It’s too late. That should be an obvious clue that she didn’t want to be with him. Still, he waited. He’d sat in her suite for two minutes trying to compose himself before sneaking out of the room and down to the lobby. He’d gotten there just in time to hear the music start. Part of him contemplated waiting, running into the ceremony when the officiant did the speak now or forever hold your peace thing (did they even do that in real life? It hadn’t been done at Flora and Helia or Stella and Brandon’s wedding). Ultimately, he decided not to. He’d told Musa what he had to say. All he could do now was wait.

Riven took a seat on a bench in the park across the street. He absentmindedly watched park-goers walk by, blissfully unaware that he was falling to pieces as the seconds ticked by. It took all his self-control not to think about Musa marrying someone else; to stop himself from physically and mentally falling apart. Old demons tried to claw their way to the forefront of his mind, to tell him that she wouldn’t want him, that his efforts were futile, but Riven refused to listen to them. He wasn’t that sixteen-year-old kid anymore, and he knew, he knew that he and Musa were meant to be.

Finally, after searching for what felt like an eternity, she spotted the telltale magenta hair forcing its way through the crowd. The joy that swelled in her was unlike any happiness she’d ever felt. He’d waited. Musa kicked off her heels and took off running towards him. He made it to the front of the crowd just in time for her to throw herself into his arms and pull him into a kiss.

It was heaven to feel his lips on hers, to feel his arms wrapped around her. Musa never wanted to lose this feeling. He laughed into the kiss and Musa swore it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. Riven shuffled forward, lowering her onto one of the hotel steps as they finally pulled apart. The smile on his face could put the suns of Solaria to shame, but, as much as she loved his smile, Musa was only focused on his eyes. She loved his eyes; loved the way they shone every time he looked at her.

Riven rested his forehead against Musa’s. Those magnificent blue eyes looked up at him so lovingly, just the way he’d longed for her to look at him for all those years. Riven swore then and there, he would move mountains to never lose that look. He was so happy he didn’t even care that all the paparazzi were watching them. Let them watch.

“I’m so sorry. I was so stupid... I-” Musa started.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

“Now and forever. I love you, Riven.” Musa pulled him into another kiss. Camera flashes went off around them but Riven only saw the stars that shone in his head every time she kissed him. He pulled away from her just enough to whisper I love you too, Musa before kissing her with all the love he could muster.

#im avoiding my other WIP #i started the AU #and season 2 #but my attention span is shit #so heres a oneshot no one asked for #winx club #winx musa #winx riven #musa x riven #rivusa #muri #winx #fanfiction #riven x musa

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