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dindjarins04 · 3 years

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6a) Do you need a hug? With Din

I’d love to see this with Din asking this to the reader after she’s just had a really rough day with all the little things not going quite right (burning rations, knocking thing over while cleaning around the Crest things like that). And Din is just awkward and sweet about the whole thing and maybe the reader get a little emotional about how Din is just being a softie with fluff and comfort all around.

Ohmygosh I loved writing this so much! Thank you for this idea! I love Soft!Din so much!!

Rough Days

Din Djarin X FEM!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Prompt: 6A) Do you need a hug?

Warnings: Soft!Din, mention of blood but like a tiny bit.

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It was one of those days nothing was going right. Mando left at the crack of dawn to take on, in his words, 'a particularly hard bounty'. So, you were left to care for the child which you do a lot but today, it all fell apart.

It first started when you were cooking food for you and the child. You saw he was fidgeting in his seat, a clear sign he was hungry. However, somehow you managed to burn the food. With a sigh, you threw it away and went rummaging around for any more food but of course, the only rations left was a small pack of nuts. You looked at the child who was waiting patiently and sighed. You opened the pack and poured them into a bowl before handing them to the child. He looked at you as if he was waiting for more.

"Sorry kid, that's all we have," But even though he didn't seem impressed, he still ate them. You thought things couldn't go wrong from there but you were wrong. While the child was occupied with playing with your stuff on the small makeshift table, you decided to clean the ship up. However, it didn't go according to plan.

Every time you swept an area, you would turn and knock something over in the small space of the Crest. It didn't happen once or twice, no, it happened anytime you turned. The child's toys that were put neatly away on shelves were a mess on the floor along with other belongings the Mandalorian or you owned. You were picking things up and putting them back when the baby began to cry. You turned to him and saw him just crying, he hadn't dropped anything or broke anything.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" You looked over at the pan still covered in burnt soup that was suppose to fill him and you up until Mando went out for supplies. "Mando's going to kill me," You groan.

After finally cleaning up the mess you caused, you tried to put the child to bed as it was nighttime. But he refused to sleep on an empty stomach. You kept rocking him back and forth, walking the length of the Crest but he kept crying, kicking, squirming. It made you feel useless like you couldn't do the specific job Mando hired you for. Keeping angry and sad tears at bay, you kept rocking him back and forth but to no avail.

You placed him down at the table and gave him something to amuse himself with while you went to clean Mando's weapons. He told you not to do it while the child was still around but you wanted to be helpful and do this job so he didn't stress about it and the child wasn't going to sleep. Anyway, the child seemed pretty happy to play with your holopad. You sat away from the child but you could still see him and make sure he's okay. You just hope the screen lulls him to sleep. You decided to clean Mando's knives, if he saw you cleaning his blasters while the child was around, he'd probably dump you on some backwater planet.

You were gently cleaning the blade, the cloth in your hand sliding up and down the stained metal. The child made cooing sounds and touched the screen before looking at you, motioning to the screen. You placed down the knife and walked over and saw the child has opened a picture of you and the Mandalorian. A picture you assured Mando you deleted but one you keep for memories. You smile before picking up the child. He began yawning as you rocked him. You celebrated in your head and then the ramp opened. You turned quickly and was relieved to see Mando come inside, dragging a bounty behind him.

"Finally, we've been walking for ages," The bounty complained but he barely had time to look around before Mando shoved him into carbonite. You smiled softly as he hit the button and the ramp closed.

"How'd it go?" You asked.

"It was okay, not one of my easiest but not one of my hardest," The child in your arms began to wiggle out of your grasp. You set him on the ground as he runs to the Mandalorian. "Hey kid," He says as he picks him up. "Why are you still awake?"

"He wouldn't sleep...I think he was waiting for you," You respond as he holds the child with such gentleness.

"You missed me, buddy? I missed you too," He says as he walks over to the compartment the child slept in. You sat back in your original place and continued to do your job. However, you were watching Mando put the child to bed with such ease and kindness. You smiled at the interaction which made you feel better after the day you've had.

"Ah-!" You drop the knife and cloth when cutting yourself. Mando is quick to turn and look over at what happened. You cursed and clutched your wound. It was nothing critical but it stung a lot. After double-checking the baby was asleep, he closed the doors and walked over to you.

"Let me see that-"

"No! I'm fine," You push past him and went over to where the first aid kit was. You didn't want to feel even more pathetic from him asking to help. Maybe if you didn't have such a bad day, you would've accepted his help but you were so angry at yourself for doing nothing right you just wasn't in the mood for help. You can sense his eyes on you as you brought out the first aid kit and you felt him cringe when you dropped the box and its contents spilt over the floor. You bit the inside of your cheek, frustrated and humiliated.

"Are you alright?" His voice was soft, even through the modulator.

"No. I'm not. Everything today has just gone wrong. I burnt the child's food so he didn't eat and proper meal. I tried cleaning up but successfully made more of a mess and I can't even take care of myself let alone the child!" You exclaim, refusing to turn and look at the beskar clad man behind you.

"Do you need a hug?" You could the hesitation in his voice but the gentle tone almost made you melt. You turned and nodded. He walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in the fabric between his helmet and shoulder pads. At first, the hug felt force but eventually his arms wrapped around you comfortably as he rested the side of his helmet on top of your head. The kindness he was displaying and how sweet he was being made you cry. "I...What's wrong?" He quickly asks, pulling away, thinking the hug was the wrong move but when you pulled him back, he happily returned.

"Thank you," You mumble, the affection he is displaying overwhelming to you.

"Anything for you, cyare," You look up at him and he gently wipes away a rogue tear with his gloved thumb. "How about we get this wound dressed?"

"M'kay," You respond, relishing in the feeling of this embrace just a little bit longer before pulling away and allowing him to wrap up your injury, his affection making you feel so much better. He is so gentle and soft when cleaning the wound and wrapping it up. "I'm sorry," You say after a long yet comfortable silence.

"What for?"

"For this...you should be relaxing not worrying about me after your hunts," He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Cyare, I choose to care for you. I choose you," He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I've just been feeling useless all day, not being able to do anything right-"

"We all have our off days when we can't seem to do anything right," He says softly. "Sometimes my hunts go wrong and I have to stay on planets longer than anticipated," He laces his fingers with yours. "But that's human. Making mistakes is human. Being angry is human,"

"Says the least human person in the galaxy," You joke, earning a soft laugh from him.

"You're not useless...you've just had a rough day...you're the only person who can keep me grounded," He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. "I...I think it's time for you to get some rest,"

"I think it's time for us to get some rest," You encourage. He smiles beneath his helmet and nods.

~~~

After locking down the ship to have a peaceful night sleep, he follows you into his room. You help him remove his armour, piece by piece and neatly stacking it in the corner. You leave his helmet, of course, and any other clothing. You get in the cot and he turns off the light before joining you. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to him. With a smile, you cuddle into him, relishing in this warm embrace and this relationship, a relationship you wish will bloom into something more.

#the mandalorian #mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x y/n #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mandalorian one shot #mandalorian x reader fluff #mandalorian fluff #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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stiltonbasket · 3 years

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Baking AU prompt: Ok this is p dorky but what about Lan Wangji receiving some pastries from a rival bakery (idk maybe gifted from a coworker or a client who had a successful case). And WWX is fine, he really is, it's just that he feels very confused and off-center thinking about LWJ eating those mediocre, inferior pastries. So he ends up going on a baking spree and making a much fancier version of whatever LWJ received. Cuz you know, he'd hate for LWJ to not know what that dish is SUPPOSED to taste like, you understand. WWX's version is much better, isn't it Lan Zhan? Right? Isn't it?

Lan Wangji blinks down at the purple box in bewilderment.

“Moon cakes?” he asks, as Wei Ying turns away with flushed cheeks and a twitch in his left eyebrow. “Thank you, Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying nods and sticks his hands into a pan of sweet bread dough. “It’s the mid-autumn festival soon, so I baked you some.”

“Baked me some?”

“Of course! Aiyah, Lan Zhan, don’t you know how long it takes to make yuebing? And you have to leave them for a couple of days to make sure they’ll be good to eat, too! I’ve never sold mooncakes at Lotus Pier, and I never will.”

Hesitantly, Lan Wangji opens the box and peers at the twelve round cakes lined up inside. Wei Ying often gives him free buns and pastries, and Lan Wangji’s heart nearly beats right out of his chest with every one--but those gifts are part of the bakery’s everyday menu, even if Wei Ying does make sure to wrap and label them in advance, so for Wei Ying to have baked something for Lan Wangji specially...

His fingers move almost of their own accord, reaching for the smallest yuebing before bringing it up to his lips. The crust is perfect, rich and soft with a hint of warmth that must have come from some kind of spice--Wei Ying’s own addition to the standard recipe, most likely--and the paste of the filling is moist and fresh and oddly clean-tasting, as if something light and fresh had been blended in with the lotus seeds.

It’s the most delicious yuebing Lan Wangji has ever tasted, and he eats so many every mid-autumn from the gifts he and Lan Xichen receive that he was sick of them by the first year after his Xiongzhang started the law practice.

“How is it?” Wei Ying asks, halting with his arms buried up to the elbows in raisiny dough. “Do you--like them?”

Lan Wangji still has his eyes shut, with the sweet morsel cradled between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and he extends a hand towards Wei Ying’s shoulder as if to assure himself that the love of his life is real.

“They are divine,” he says hoarsely. “Wei Ying, you--”

But before he can finish his sentence, the door flies open, and A-Yuan appears on the threshold with sugar smeared over his cheeks. “A-Niang!” the little boy cheers, wrapping his arms around Wei Ying’s legs. “A-Niang, did Lan-shushu like the mooncakes?”

He turns towards Lan Wangji without a reply, reaching out to tug at his slacks without letting go of Wei Ying. “Uncle Lan, you have to like them! A-Die didn’t let us try even one bite!”

“I only made enough for you,” Wei Ying mumbles, when Lan Wangji stares at him with stars in his eyes. “I don’t eat them very often, and you know I don’t sell them--but you had that dry one in your packed lunch when we went to the park with A-Yuan, and...”

Suddenly, his heart feels as if it could float right out of his body. “You wanted to make me one I would like?”

“I did.” Wei Ying’s cheeks are suffused with a beautiful flush, so delicate that Lan Wangji can hardly see it, but he is certain that if he touched his friend’s tanned skin, he would find it as warm as the oven counter. “Don’t eat those dry mooncakes anymore, ah? Come to me if you want them, and I’ll bake a batch for you.”

“I want to taste one,” A-Yuan clamors, butting his head against Wei Ying’s hip. “Please, Lan-shushu!”

“A-Yuan! The cakes were a gift, you can’t--”

“He is more than welcome to,” Lan Wangji says gently, bringing the most succulent-looking cake out of the box and offering it to A-Yuan. “If you take some, Yuan’er, the others will taste even sweeter.”

“Really?”

“Mm, they will. Food is the most delicious when it is shared.”

“That’s what I keep telling Xiao-Yu,” A-Yuan agrees, sighing as if the weight of the world were on his six-year-old shoulders. “His peanut snacks will taste better if he shares them with me, but he never does!”

“A-Yuan,” Wei Ying chides, bringing out a handkerchief to wipe Wen Yuan’s face. “Baobei, don’t speak with your mouth full. You might choke, and then what would A-Die do?”

The scene is so very domestic--with Wei Ying wiping A-Yuan’s cheeks, and Lan Wangji cupping his hand under the little boy’s mouth to catch the crumbs as he nibbles at the mooncake--that Lan Wangji almost dies on the spot. But then Xue Yang comes running in with Xiao-Yu and dumps the baby into his arms before rushing off to wait the tables in the dining room, and Lan Wangji comes so near to expiring that he has to cling to the table behind him for support.

“Dada,” Xiao-Yu whimpers, shoving his tiny nose into Lan Wangji’s neck as he curls deeper into the warm sweater Xichen forced him to wear before he went out. “Hug!”

Cause of death: cardiac arrest from spending too long with Wei Ying and the little ones, Lan Wangji think dazedly, breathing in a lungful of Xiao-Yu’s clean baby scent before Wei Ying leans over to take the infant from him. How can all three of them be so precious?

“Do you really think so?” Wei Ying teases. Lan Wangji turns crimson--he said the last sentence aloud somehow, and now Wei Ying is beaming at him as if Lan Wangji is the most wonderful thing he has ever beheld. “All this for a tasty mooncake, Lan Zhan? If I knew you liked good yuebing so much, I would have made them earli--”

“Have dinner with me.” Lan Wangji blurts out. “Wei Ying, I...please.”

“Aiyah, we’ve been friends for so long! You know you’re always welcome for dinner, right? I’ll ask Jiejie to make some extra noodles, and take one of the seasonal dishes off the menu so I can cook your favorite--”

“No, I...have dinner with me, Wei Ying. As...as a date.”

Wei Ying’s eyes go wide. “Lan Zhan?”

“A-Die says yes,” is A-Yuan’s solemn contribution. “Lan-shushu, he told me you make his heart beat fast, so you should take him to dinner!”

Lan Wangji takes Wei Ying’s hand, and for a moment he cannot tell which of their pulses is quicker. “Your A-Die makes my heart beat fast, too,” he tells A-Yuan. “It races every time he looks at me.”

“Do you mean it?” Wei Wuxian asks. He seems to glow under the low light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, though the smile on his face could surpass the sun itself for brightness. “Really?”

Lan Wangji nods, and he is suddenly very grateful that baby Xiao-Yu is safe in Wei Ying’s arms--because his laughing father chooses that moment to kiss Lan Wangji on the lips, very softly, and take his breath away again, and again, and again.

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wuxian versus world: bakery style #my fic

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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dance me to the end of love (i)

word count: 4.3k

warnings: fem!oc, cursing, potential spoilers for the west wing if you've never seen the show

series masterpost: here

a/n: hi!! i am so incredibly happy to finally be putting this fic out into the world. it means an awful lot to me and i can't wait to share the little world i've created :)) x

Magdalene is content with where she’s ended up.

Denver is wonderful. Her friends are there, her cat is there, and it’s the perfect place for a fresh start. She arrived in the city nearly six years ago – a wide-eyed University of Denver freshman and has stayed put ever since. Her hometown of Aspen holds a few too many bad memories, but is close enough that she can return if an emergency calls for it. So far she hasn’t left, too engrossed in finishing her degree and moving on. There’s a job offer lined up with the university’s library upon graduation that Magdalene is ecstatic about. It means she gets to stay right where she is – where she’s comfortable.

☼☼☼☼

The sun might be shining as she exits her apartment building, but it’s cold for March. Magdalene pulls the thick scarf her best friend Bette got her for Christmas higher up her face and walks as quickly as possible to campus. There’s a brief meeting to attend with her advisor before grabbing lunch with Bette, and then her plan is to spend the rest of the day holed up in the library working on her thesis. It’s due in two weeks, with the defence in just over a month, and Magdalene is incredibly nervous. Though she’d gone through submitting her undergraduate thesis two years ago, presenting her master’s research was going to be a lot harder. She’s heard through the grapevine that the committees are being tough this year and she doesn’t want to fail.

Dr. Williams is waiting for her in his office with a smile on his face. He’s a tall man, with thin facial features and wire glasses that box him perfectly into the intimidating professor stereotype. “Miss Stevenson, please sit,” he gestures to the chair across from him.

“Gerald,” she sighs, “You can call me Magdalene, I don’t mind. Besides, it makes you quite the hypocrite if you insist I call you by your first name but you won’t use mine.” There’s no malice in her voice, just a decent amount of teasing.

The older man scoffs but concedes. “I suppose you’re right. Well then Magdalene, tell me, how are your final edits coming along?”

Magdalene spends nearly twenty minutes detailing all the elements she has tweaked since their last meeting, from the title to the citation style. She’s out of breath by the time she’s done, rambling at an impressive speed, and takes a big gasp of air while the professor mulls over her words. Dr. Williams doesn’t say anything, causing Magdalene to shift anxiously in her seat. “Sir, is there something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing,” he beams, “Everything is perfect. It’s a shame you don’t want to continue researching. You’d make a fabulous academic.”

The compliment makes Magdalene’s heart soar. It means a lot, especially coming from the person who has seen her cry over the oxford comma. “Thank you sir, but I belong in the practical realm. Someone has to file all the documents you obsessively scan.”

She leaves the building soon after, promising to stop by after she drops off the final draft in a few weeks. It’s a bit later than she expected and hopes Bette won’t be mad. There’s nothing the blonde hates more than poor time management, but Magdalene prays she’ll understand. It wasn’t that long ago and Bette was scheduling her own appointments with advisors on how to graduate. Barn Owl Book Company is located halfway between the school and her apartment, making it the perfect spot to meet. In addition to being a used book store, Barn Owl sports one of the best cafés in downtown Denver. Bette is perched delicately at her friend’s favourite seat, a bay window converted into a small nook, and typing furiously on her phone.

“Sorry I’m late,” Magdalene apologizes, “Williams talked a lot more than I expected him to.”

Bette looks up and smiles, shoving a cup in the other girl’s direction. “As always. How is he?”

Sliding into the booth, Magdalene fills her friend in on what’s been going on in their former professor’s life. Bette graduated with a minor in Classics, and it was Magdalene's major, but the former decided not to further her education and is instead doing full time charity work for the Colorado Avalanche. Her boyfriend Tyson is one of their star players, and the two of them are so smitten it makes Magdalene sick. Conversation quickly turns from school to life, which she’s grateful for.

“So,” Bette says, “Are you in for the trip this summer? I’ve got to confirm the reservation in a week or something.”

“I don’t know Bee, I'm going to be the new girl. Asking for time off like two months into the job would be rude.”

“Linny,” the blonde whines, “Please? I want you to come.”

Magdalene scowls. Bette knows just how much the nickname sours her mood but she chose to use it anyway. “Don’t call me that,” she snaps with quite a bite. “Can someone else take my spot if I decide not to go a little closer to the date?”

“Of course! Gravy said he’d fill an extra spot if one comes up so we don’t lose the deposit,” Bette blabs before trying to switch gears entirely. Magdalene cuts her off.

“Who’s Gravy?”

If her friend is exasperated by Magdalene’s lack of knowledge surrounding hockey, she doesn’t show it. Bette calmly explains that Gravy, who’s real name is Ryan, is a defenceman with the Avalanche and a good friend of Tyson’s. She also makes a point of mentioning that he’s single, to which Magdalene rolls her eyes. Bette has a masterplan for her life – which includes her best friend becoming romantically involved with an Avalanche player so the two of them can live the better half life together. As the best friend, Magdalene is constantly barraged with potential players who are looking to date. Once she went on a few dates with Mikko, but that ended fairly quickly when the two realized they were better as friends. Every time since she’s turned Bette down as gently as possible, not wanting to get involved with anyone. Her life is just starting, and Magdalene wants to be secure before settling down.

The conversation eventually shifts to what Magdalene plans to wear for both her thesis defence and graduation. Bette is fashion savvy, while Magdalene is decidedly not. Her everyday wardrobe consists of collared button-downs and sweater vests, which is supposedly never going to back a comeback, according to Bette at least. The blonde eventually wears Magdalene down, and secures a position as stylist for the graduation ceremony. There was an attempt at the thesis defence, but the other girl insists she needs to be as comfortable as possible on such a stressful occasion.

A glance to the clock on the opposite wall has Magdalene stretching her arms and giving an apologetic glance to her friend on the other side of the table. “I should go,” she says. “I’ve got to put in some serious work on my citations today, and you know Caligula doesn’t like it when I’m gone all day.”

Bette rolls her eyes, but there isn’t any frustration behind the gesture. “I swear to god Mags, your cat has more separation anxiety than I do. Speaking of, I’m supposed to pick Tyson up at the airport and I’m running behind.”

“Tell him I say hi,” Magdalene says as she wraps her arms around Bette for a quick hug.

The two girls part ways on the sidewalk, with Magdalene heading back to campus and Bette sliding into the sleek Audi she shares with her boyfriend. Headphones find their way into her ears, and Magdalene listens to a random comedy podcast. Once tucked safely inside the library she’ll put on her favourite lo-fi playlist and concentrate, but for now she just enjoys the funny anecdotes of stories past.

It’s quiet in the library for a Tuesday, though Magdalene isn’t complaining. Her favourite table, the one she swears up and down is the only reason she ever gets anything done, is open, and she all but sprints to place her bag on the worn leather chair. While setting up her work station a few of the librarians come over to offer their congratulations for her upcoming job. News certainly travels fast around here, Magdalene thinks, but accepts their generosity with a smile on her face. They leave her alone soon enough and the tedious work of double checking the formatting of every single citation in the sixty-five page paper begins.

Hours pass, and Magdalene stays working in the library until as late as she possibly can. Caligula is going to start to worry about the length of her absence soon and his anxiety response of knocking over plants is not a mess she feels like cleaning up. She packs up her laptop and walks the short distance home as fast as possible.

“Little boots, I’m home,” Magdalene parrots in a sing-song voice as she slips her jacket off her shoulders and onto the hanger. At the sound of his nickname, the small cat bounds into the entryway. “Hi darling, did you miss me?” Magdalene gets an obnoxiously loud purr in response that she takes it as a yes. She reaches down to pick up the tiny animal before continuing further into the apartment, scratching behind his ears as she does so. The two of them settle into the respectably sized couch, where they stay for the rest of the night watching reruns of The West Wing before Magdalene falls asleep.

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“You fucking did it!” Bette shrieks as she bounds towards her best friend. Magdalene braces herself for the oncoming assault, and manages to keep them both upright after Bette jumps into her arms.

Her thesis defence had just finished, and the committee found Magdalene a worthy candidate for the Master of Information Science qualification. The presentation itself was open to the public, so Bette and Tyson sat in the front row to support Magdalene, but were escorted out for the conversation that followed. The two girls had developed a code so the news could be shared in a subtle way, though Bette threw the original plan out the window as soon as she saw her friend give a sneaky thumbs up when the conference room door opened.

“Congrats Mags,” Tyson says sincerely, doing his best not to add to the growing spectacle, but Magdalene can tell he wants to give her a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you,” she smiles softly, “And thank you guys for coming. It means a lot.” As two of her closest friends, both Bette and Tyson know that her family situation is rocky at best, and having them act as her support system means more than she’ll ever be able to articulate.

The couple shares a knowing look before engulfing their friend in a hug. “We’re always going to be here for you,” Bette whispers, “No matter what.”

Magdalene’s smile is so genuine it crinkles her eyes as she wraps her arms around Bette and Tyson’s shoulders and leads them out the door and into the sunshine. The group continues to the parking lot, where they climb into Tyson’s car and drive off campus in the direction of Magdalene’s favourite restaurant. Though she had tried to convince her friends they didn’t need to celebrate, she failed, and Magdalene soon finds herself laughing hysterically over a plate of carbonara as Tyson tells a story about the shenanigans the team got up to on their last road trip.

There’s a game tonight, and Bette has somehow convinced her into attending. Magdalene knows she should go, expand her social horizons a little, but all she wants to do is curl up in bed and sleep for three weeks. Her one condition is that she can go home straight after the game without being guilted into following the group to whatever nightclub they’ll celebrate the win or drink away the loss in. Tyson has to get ready so he drops the two girls off at Magdalene's apartment complex. She’s in charge of getting Bette to the rink, and she’ll leave with her boyfriend after the game.

Once inside the confines of her home, Magdalene promptly lies on the floor. “Holy shit,” she sighs, “I did it. I fucking did it.”

“You did!” Bette says as she lies down beside her best friend. “I’m so fucking proud of you, and Tyson is too. Even if he won’t tackle you in public to prove it.”

The comment garners a laugh from Magdalene, which alerts Caligula to the presence of others in the apartment. He pads over the rug currently being occupied by two adults, and snuggles into the small space between them. Bette and Magdalene continue to lay there, petting the cat and looking back fondly on all the times Magdalene called her friend in tears because she didn’t think she could push herself any farther. Bette was always there to pick up the slack, editing whatever section Magdalene was working on or to bring over a hot meal. Her support earned her the top spot in the acknowledgements section of the thesis.

Ball Arena is already crawling with people when Magdalene pulls into the small lot for player’s and their families. Normally she parks with the general public, but Bette insists they watch this game from the better halves box, and these spaces are closer to that entrance.

“Stop dragging your feet,” the blonde chastises as Magdalene takes her time cutting the engine. “I want to get a glass of rosé before they sell out.”

Sighing, Magdalene follows her orders. “Don’t you have a special bar in the box?” she asks while locking the car.

“Yeah, but the other girls are absolute fiends. They’ll drink it all before we get there with no remorse.”

The girls climb the stairs to the better halves box, Bette chatting excitedly about the game, but Magdalene stops just before the entrance. She’s met most of the others on multiple occasions and has nothing to worry about, but she can’t help but feel anxious. Her life is so different than everyone else’s in the space, and it feels like cheating when she’s there because she isn’t romantically involved with anyone on the roster. Bette likes to joke that she’s her better half, but Magdalene knows it’s said just to calm her nerves.

“It’ll be fine,” Bette whispers while squeezing her hand, “And if you get too uncomfortable we can find some seats in the nosebleeds.”

Once inside Magdalene’s nerves dissipate. Most of the other wives and girlfriends pay her no mind, but the ones that are especially close to Bette congratulate her on passing her defence. It warms her heart a little, and the small group Magdalene finds herself in settles down to watch the game unfold.

It’s a fairly intense one between Colorado’s division rival St. Louis. Both teams are fighting for first place in the conference, and a win for the Avalanche would put them three points ahead of the Blues instead of one. Players from both sides are amped up, and more than once a scrum at the net has turned into a dog-pile. Colorado is outplaying the other team, but have still managed to find themselves a goal short heading into the final period. At the buzzer Tyson takes the face-off and is immediately shoved by a member of the opposite team. He goes down hard, and Bette squeezes Magdalene’s hand so tightly she fears it will lose blood flow. Silence falls over the arena as Tyson doesn’t immediately get up. The inside of lip finds its way between her teeth and Magdalene bites down hard, worried about her friend. She’s so focussed on Tyson that she doesn’t notice a fight breaking out.

“Holy shit, Gravy is going to town!”

The remark is made by someone Magdalene recognizes as Gabe Landeskog’s wife, and it makes her peel her eyes off of Bette’s worried features and scan the ice for some action. Sure enough, a very tall man is laying right hooks to someone who looks significantly smaller than him on the Avalanche blue line. The referees let the fight continue until Tyson drags himself off the ice and onto the bench before separating the men and throwing them in the penalty box. Magdalene can tell words are still being exchanged from both sides of the glass, but she’s more focussed on the fact Tyson doesn’t make his way to the dressing room – a good sign that allows Bette to drop her hand and let out a shaky breath.

Nothing of great importance happens until MacKinnon ties the game with seven minutes left. It happens while the Avalanche are short handed, and the goal seems to light a fire beneath the team. Magdalene may not know much about hockey, but she’s smart enough to notice the insane amount of energy all the players suddenly have. Time ticks by slowly and before she realizes it, the final face-off is taking place. Luckily it’s in the St. Louis zone and won by Colorado. The puck is tipped back to the same player who got in the fight for Tyson, Gravy, and he one times it right into the back of the net. The buzzer goes off not a second later, and the entire team piles on top of the player who just won them the game.

Bette and Magdalene join in the shrieks of the other partners, jumping from their seats in excitement. Eventually they make their way down to the hallway outside the locker room and lean against the brick while they wait for Tyson.

“You don’t have to stay,” Bette insists, “I can wait by myself.”

Magdalene shakes her head. “No way. I want to make sure he’s okay too. What good is a friend with a black eye?”

The other girl laughs at her friend’s stubbornness but doesn’t shoo her away. Once Magdalene has made a decision it’s hard to get her to sway from it, and Bette knows better than to push. Besides, who is she to deny her friend a bit more social interaction? Magdalene has spent the past six years practically holed up in the library and deserves to stand in a crowded hallway.

The friends chat idly while they wait, with Magdalene sharing some of the most ridiculous questions she got asked in her defence interview that morning. She’s mid story when Tyson exits the dressing flanked by a man dressed sharply in all black.

“Hey guys,” Tyson greets, dipping his head to place a kiss to Bette’s cheek before doing an elaborately goofy handshake with Magdalene.

“Good game baby,” Bette compliments sweetly. She then turns her attention to the boy standing awkwardly on the fringes. “You too Graves.”

He smiles shyly, muttering out a small thanks. It’s then he seems to notice the final member of the group, and offers his hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Ryan.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Magdalene.”

She puts two and two together on the walk to her car. The Ryan Magdalene just met is the same who will take her spot on the trip, fought someone in Tyson’s defence, and scored the game winning goal. Though they’ve only said a few words, she likes him. He seems genuine, and those people are the rarest to find.

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Magdalene is walking across a graduation stage for the final time in two days. However, she can’t find anyone to take the third ticket. The University of Denver has a stupid rule where all graduates must have three guests attend the ceremony. Bette and Tyson are obviously occupying two of Magdalene’s seats, but she’s having trouble filling the third.

“I can ask Tys if one of the guys is free,” Bette shrugs. The two girls are sitting in the window of Barn Owl drinking iced lattes and discussing what Magdalene should wear to the ceremony.

“It’s okay,” Magdalene says, “I don’t want to bother anyone. Maybe I’ll just ask June.”

Her friend’s eye roll so far back into her head Magdalene isn’t sure they won’t stay there. “You can’t ask your boss to watch you graduate Mags! Besides, Gravy owes Tyson a favour and was already looking for something to do. I’m sure he won’t mind wasting a few hours as long as he gets drinks out of it.”

There isn’t a better option, so even though she barely knows the guy, Magdalene agrees. “Make sure he gets this?" she sighs, handing her friend an envelope with a single ticket in it. "I have to go. Caligula should be done at the vet soon.”

“Say hello to little boots for me,” Bette giggles as she waves goodbye.

Hours later, tucked into her couch with a glass of wine in one hand and Caligula playing with the fingers on the other, Magdalene realizes she invited a complete stranger to her graduation and how that could be a terrible idea. Sure, Ryan sounds like a great guy from the way Bette and Tyson talk about him, but he’s only ever spoken three words to her. Since that game she’s gone out with the team a few times, but the man with the piercing stare is yet to make an appearance. Magdalene considers that perhaps he’s more like her than his profession gives him credit for, and she feels a twinge of guilt about being worried he’d cause a scene at the ceremony.

There isn’t any more time for her to fret over the third and final guest on the list. At the last minute Bette decides there’s nothing in Magdalene’s closet that’s suitable for her to wear, so a trip to a local second-hand store ensues. While it’s nice that her friend has taken their carbon footprints into consideration, Magdalene wishes it didn’t have to happen an hour and a half before the ceremony is supposed to start.

“We have to be there in twenty minutes Bette,” she frets, tapping her foot nervously against the tile flooring.

If they can’t find whatever it is Bette’s looking for, Magdalene will have to walk across the stage in denim cutoffs and a faded t-shirt with Neil Young’s face on it, which is something she’s hoping to avoid at all costs.

“Have no fear, Mags,” she says with a knowing glint in her eye, “For I have found it.” Bette holds up a hanger that is holding a beautiful long sleeve dress adorned with a whimsical floral print.

Magdalene can’t help the gasp that escapes from her. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes, “But let’s hope it fits.”

The dress does in fact fit, and the workers are kind enough to let her wear it out of the store. Bette drives at a speed that might not be the safest to travel at in downtown Denver, but she gets to the school with minutes to spare. She shoos her friends out of the car so she can go pick up Tyson and Ryan, and Magdalene checks in with little hassle. The pool of graduates is fairly small, so she chats with a few classmates while they wait for the call to put their gowns on. Time passes quicker than expected, and soon Magdalene is being directed to her seat. She zones out while the dean gives a congratulatory speech and they go through the first few names. At one point she looks backwards into the crowd to find Bette, Tyson, and Ryan all giving her a thumbs up. The nerves she didn’t even know she had settle.

A faculty member signals for Magdalene’s row to stand up, and she smoothes her dress before dutifully following the person in front of her. Giddiness bubbles in her stomach at the thought of being done school forever. A hand from the stage crew give a cue, and Magdalene appears on the stage as her accomplishment is broadcast through the microphone.

“Magdalene Stevenson is being awarded a Masters in Information Science in Archival Studies and Records Management.” It feels so good to finally be finished that she lets a tear slip as she shakes the hand of the staff member handing her the package with her diploma in it.

The rest of the ceremony passes in a blur, and before Magdalene knows it her friends are approaching to congratulate her. Bette and Tyson wrap her in a tight hug, murmuring praise in her ears. Ryan stands awkwardly to the side before Bette drags him into the celebration. The four of them stand in the courtyard where the ceremony was for much longer than needed. Bette is crying enough to refill Sloan Lake if there is ever a drought and is yet to let go of Magdalene’s figure.

It’s only when the event staff ask them to leave so they can tear down the stage does Magdalene turn to leave campus for the last time as a student. She’ll be back in a few weeks as an employee, but deep down she knows this is the last time she’ll ever feel such a deep connection to the place.

“Victory is mine, victory is mine! Great day in the morning people, victory is mine!” Magdalene yells, quoting Josh Lyman as she skips down the path towards Bette’s car.

Both Bette and Tyson are confused at the sudden outburst, not knowing what she’s talking about, but Ryan responds without missing a beat. “Should I bring you all the muffins and bagels in the land?” His response doesn’t clear anything up, but it elicits a giant smile from Magdalene, who laughs and nods in confirmation.

Sitting in the back of Bette’s Audi, on the way to a graduation party she’s supposed to know nothing about, Magdalene decides that she wants to get to know Ryan Graves better. From what she’s garnered from Bette and Tyson he’s a class act, standing up for friends and giving good advice. He likes The West Wing and showed up to a stranger’s graduation, so how bad can he be?

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additional notes: see what magdalene's graduation dress looks like here // the quote from the west wing is from 1.02 if you were curious!

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Bad Timing (Levi x Reader) Part 8

Summary: how do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brothers’ best friend?

Word Count: 4.8K

You woke up late the next morning, having forgotten to plug in your phone which also functioned as your alarm. Instead Hange had busted into your room and ripped the blankets off of you, exposing you to the chilly air. You yelped and reached blindly for the covers, your mind too foggy with sleep to comprehend how late you were.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Hange sang as she jostled your shoulder.

"Wha..."

"School starts in like thirty minutes come on bust a move." That woke you up. You tossed your legs over the edge and stumbled around your room, pulling on a pair of joggers and a large t shirt. Hange had left once she was sure that you were awake, leaving you alone to get ready. You didn't bother with make up, not that you ever really did. You double checked that you had all of your supplies for school before zipping up your bag and meandered down the steps. Erwin and Hange were already pulling on their shoes by the door, Erwin was wrapping one of his scarves around Hange's neck. You scrunched your nose in disgust at their outright display of affection and shoved your feet into a pair of old sneakers.

The three of you exited the house, and made a beeline for Erwin's minivan which had been heating up to melt off the frost and snow. The drive was slow and cold, the van was dated so no matter how early Erwin woke up to heat up the car for you, it would always be colder than the Arctic. Erwin also drove like a god damn grandpa in the winter due to the icy roads which didn't help. Finally you made it to school with only five minutes before the bell rang, you bolted into the building, you were in such a hurry that you didn't bother to stomp the snow off your feet as you entered. Which was a mistake because in your hast you lost your footing on the already slick floor, you yelped as you fell flat on your ass. You blinked as you tried to comprehend what had just happened, you were brought back to the present by the sound of boisterous laughter. You turned to glare at Connie and Sasha who where standing to the left munching on a bag of hot cheetos.

"You should've seen the look on your face!" Connie howled as he slapped his thigh. Sasha giggled and nodded as she wiped cheeto dust on Connie's white shirt while he wasn't watching. You rolled your eyes as you picked yourself up off the floor, you ignored them and pushed forward down the hall. Sasha and Connie trailed after you since they had the same first class as you, making jokes as they went.

"You know they really should put out those yellow signs, you know the ones with the person falling?" Sasha joked loudly.

"Yeah I know what you mean, then we could print out a picture of (Y/n)'s face and then stick it on the sign." Connie quipped which lead to the two of them dissolving into another fit of laughter. You ducked into the class room as the minute bell rang weaving through the desks to get to your seat. Armin watched you with wide eyes as you pulled your things out for chem, after your desk was covered in notebooks and pens you topped it off with your phone, which was still dead. The bell rang and then Sasha and Connie staggered in, your teacher shook her head and marked them tardy once again.

"Did you get my text last night?" Armin asked, eyeing your phone on your desk.

"Aw no Armin I'm sorry, I didn't charge it last night so it's dead." you apologized as you attempted to organize your cluttered desk. Armin smiled sweetly and nodded,

"It's all good! I was just wondering what your schedule for this week was and if you wanted to study together again?" Armin explained as he pushed his pencil across his desktop.

"I'd love to study, Geometry is kicking my ass right now." you moaned, the thought of your math class made your stomach heavy with dread.

"I can help you with that if you can help me with poem for English." Armin said softly, his blue eyes sparkling with a playful glint. You rolled your eyes you knew that Armin wouldn't need your help with any of his classes, he was just trying to make you feel smarter.

"Whatever you want baby doll." Armin's face flushed at the pet name that you used for him, you had recently started calling him the nickname due to his doll like features. He averted his gaze to the board where the teacher had written a warm up question on the board to get class started. Instead of working on the problem like a good student, you decided to use the first five minutes of class time to revive your dead phone. You plugged your charger into your laptop and then plugged your phone into the charger, once you saw the tiny lightning bolt you turned your attention to the board.

Chemistry went by uncharacteristically fast, the teacher kept the class busy with a lecture as well as a rowdy game of kahoot in preparation for your midterm. You had no time to check your phone, so it wasn't until you were walking through the hallway with Mikasa and Sasha that you noticed that Levi had responded. According to your phone, he had responded only fifteen minutes after you sent the initial message.

"My bathroom schedule is none of your concern."

You smiled at your phone, it may not seem like he was pleased with your text but you knew better. You had come to appreciate Levi's own weird way of showing that he cared, it had been no small feat either. So you decided to interpret his response as "don't worry I'm fine." you shoved your phone back into your pocket and continued to push through the throng of students in the hall. Sasha walked a few paces in front of Mikasa and you, swinging her lunchbox and humming along to whatever song was playing through her ear buds. Mikasa tugged her scarf up over her nose as you passed Eren who waved vaguely in your direction. Your eyes roamed over Mikasa's form, she had recently switched her aesthetic a bit, changing her wardrobe to a more soft goth mixed with grunge.

Today she wore a green plaid skirt with a belt cinched tightly around her thin waist. She had selected a black turtleneck that clung to her curves with a thick silver necklace with a heart pendant. And of course she wore her red scarf around her neck. You had to admit that it suited her, she looked hot as hell. Sasha on the other hand often dressed in a more causal manner. Today the brunette wore a pair of baggy jeans that hung off her hips, only staying in place because of the shoe lace that she had tied around her waist to function as a belt. Despite the cold weather Sasha wore a tiny pink cami with cute little strawberries on it, she also wore a light pink cardigan over the cami, presumably to prevent herself from being dress coded. Seeing how cute your friends had dressed made you feel embarrassed, you frowned down at your sweatpants and your t shirt that had an ugly bleach stain on the front. You'd do better tomorrow, you thought to yourself as you and Mikasa followed Sasha to your next class, which was World History.

The three of you arrived just in time, not that it mattered anyway. The history teachers always took their time on Mondays, spending a minimum of at least twenty minutes in the hall chatting about sports. You took your seats in the back of the room, surprisingly Connie and Jean were already seated and arguing quietly.

"-I don't know that's a bit sus but hey I won't judge." Connie retorted, crossing his arms and averting his gaze while Jean glared at him.

"What are you guys talking about?" Sasha interrupted as she dropped into her seat next to Connie. Jean's cheeks flushed as he hardened his glare on Connie who waved Sasha off.

"Oh nothing" Connie winked at Jean who eyed the pair suspiciously, knowing that neither one could keep a secret.

"Aw ok then." Sasha looked a bit disappointed as she dropped her huge lunchbox down on the desk.

"Got anything good in there?" Jean sighed, eager to change the subject.

"Duh you dummy." Sasha scoffed as she opened the bag and began pawing through it's contents.

"Let me rephrase that: Got anything to spare? I have practice tonight and I didn't pack any snacks." Jean exasperated as he pointed to the lung box. Sasha paused and pursed her lips in thought while Connie poorly covered his laughter.

"Hmmm what's in it for me?" Sasha hummed thoughtfully as she pulled out a variety of granola bars and fanned them in front of her face tauntingly.

"I'm giving you the chance to be a good friend that should be enough!" Jean fumed with his eyes locked on the bars. You watched the pair go back in forth as they bartered for the snacks until they finally settled that Jean would be the designated driver for the party this weekend. You watched as Jean stuffed a handful of granola bars in his soccer bag and Sasha opened up another bag of hot cheetos. You giggled and turned to gauge Mikasa's reaction, she had a small smile on her full lips as she jotted down some notes.

"Speaking of parties, where is the party this weekend?" You asked as you pulled your own notebook out to take some notes. Connie cocked his head, his thin eyebrows furrowing as he stared at you.

"Your house I thought." Connie remarked as he drummed his pencil against the desk.

"Oh, I wasn't really planning on hosting but..."

"No Connie it's at Marco's remember?" Jean stated as he rolled his eyes.

"My bad." Connie chuckled.

"Well still I don't think I was invited so I wouldn't want to impose." you admitted.

"Nonsense! Marco would love to have you over." Sasha assured you as she once again wiped her hand on Connie's sleeve.

"Yeah Marco wouldn't mind if you tagged along." Connie shrugged, not even noticing that Sasha had left a bright red stain on his sleeve from the cheeto dust. You noticed that Jean looked a bit uncomfortable, the tips of his ears turning a bit pink. Strange, maybe something happened between the two of them.

"I don't know guys, I really wouldn't want to take advantage of the guy, he seems really nice and I wouldn't want him to think badly of me." you sighed, thinking about the sweet freckled barista.

"I'll ask him, don't worry about it!" Connie waved you off before he turned back to his work. You nodded, deciding to throw in the towel with this argument.

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After history, you went your separate ways with your friends and went to your next class. English was easy enough, your teacher was an older woman who also doubled as the theater director. This meant that she would often assign some busy work at the beginning of the period and turn you loose so she could make preparations for the next production. So once you finished the assignment for today's class you allowed yourself some time on your phone. Levi's message remained unanswered as you ran through all the possible replies. Everything that you thought of didn't seem to fit so you decided to leave it unanswered until you could think of something good.

Levi tapped his foot impatiently as he watched Farlan and Isabel fumbled around the small flat. Farlan was rooting through a bin filled with shoes searching for his loafers. Isabel was standing in front of a small mirror holding up two different pairs of earrings up to her head to see which best matched her outfit. Finally they both found what they were looking for, Farlan slid on his brown loafters and Isabel fastened her hoops to her ears and then they were off. The streets of Paris were dusted in about a foot of snow, which Farlan bitched about due to his poor choice of footwear.

"Can we please call an uber? My toes are going to fall off!" Farlan complained as he shook snow out of his shoes. Isabel giggled and tossed her scarf over her shoulder.

"I like the snow." her green eyes sparkled playfully as she teased the older boy.

"So do I but that doesn't mean I want it between my god damn toes." Farlan hissed as he lifted his other foot to shake out more snow. Levi watched the pair bicker with a certain fondness in his gaze. They had been his first friends and for a time his only family. After his mother died, he was sent to live in an orphanage where he met the odd pair. Even if he was only in the orphanage for two years, he still had come to love the idiots. Thankfully they never lost touch, Farlan had turned 18 in July so he now had custody of Isabel and rented a flat for the both of them. Isabel was still only 16 so technically Farlan was her legal guardian, and so far he seemed to be doing a good job.

"What do you think Levi, should we call an uber?" Isabel asked, bumping her shoulder into Levi's to grab his attention.

"We're already almost there." Levi deadpanned as the three of them meandered down the sidewalk. The city was surprisingly busy for a Monday evening, couples walked with arms linked, families were window shopping, and students sat perched on barstools as they drank coffee while they typed away on laptops. Levi couldn't remember much about Paris, at least not this side of the city. He had grown up in the north-eastern district, which was known to be poorer than the central district or southern district. Farlan had managed to get a job at a law firm as an assistant which had allowed him to move himself and Isabel to the central district. Of course Kenny sent Farlan and Isabel a monthly allowance to keep their heads above water, but it was mostly Farlan who had scrounged the money together to move the pair.

"Then it's settled! We'll walk!" Isabel whooped as she skipped ahead of the two boys. Farlan groaned and shot Levi a disappointed look.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the idiot that wore loafers." Levi scolded.

"I hate how you're always right." Farlan chuckled. The trio walked the rest of the way to the restaurant in relative silence. Thankfully the walk wasn't too long, they sat themselves in a booth. A waiter came and took their orders, Levi was slightly taken aback when Farlan ordered a bottle of wine, but he quickly remembered that the legal drinking age in France was 18. The waiter left them to put in their order, Levi took the moment of peace to check his phone. A hand full of texts from Hange, a meme from Erwin, and.... no response from you.

He frowned as he stared at his own response, looking back at it he wasn't sure how she could respond to that. He mentally kicked himself, for the first time in your odd relationship you showed an interest in him and all he was doing was pushing you away. Levi was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that the waiter had already brought them their drinks. Isabel tapped her straw on the table a few times to rip the paper, once the tip of the straw was exposed she lifted the straw to her lips and blew. The paper shot off the straw and hit Levi square in the chin. Farlan snorted and spat his wine back into his glass so he could laugh at Levi's exasperated expression. Isabel howled with laughter, she banged her hand on the table dramatically as Levi frowned at the two of them unimpressed.

"How old are you?" Levi ridiculed as he stooped to pick up the scrap piece of paper. He balled the trash up and set it down on the table top. Farlan sighed as he finally managed to quell his laughter.

"Someone has to keep you humble Levi." Farlan teased as he took another sip of wine. Levi reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass, Isabel was drinking a root beer loudly through her straw. Levi sat his phone down on the table as he gave his friends his undivided attention. Isabel told him about her job at a doggy day care where she cleaned kennels and watched dogs. Farlan told him about his superiors and how they told him he would make a good lawyer one day. Levi felt a huge sense of relief as he listened to his friends, he was glad that the two of them were finally making a living for themselves. Levi was politely listening to Farlan rant about one of his annoying coworkers when he noticed that Isabel had grown uncharacteristically quiet. His heart dropped when he saw that Isabel had his phone and was frowning at the screen. Farlan followed his gaze and grew quiet as well.

"Isabel what do you think you are doing?" Levi enunciated each word, his tone dripping with venom. Isabel looked up at him, her cheeks tinged pink when she realized that she had been caught.

"Your phone was open and I saw her text..." Isabel trailed off as she turned to show Farlan. Levi slapped his palm over his face and sighed deeply. Farlan whistled lowly as he read the text.

"Shot her down real quick didn't you Levi." Farlan chuckled as he took another sip of wine. Levi frowned, another wave of guilt washing over him.

"Didn't mean to." he mumbled as he lifted his glass to his lips. Isabel had already set his phone down and favored her own phone, her eyes were scanning over the screen quickly as she scrolled through her phone. A few minutes of silence passed before Isabel showed Levi her screen, she had pulled up your instagram.

"This her?" she questioned, Levi only gave her a curt nod as he finished off the wine in his glass.

"Aw Levi's she's adorable!" Isabel gushed as she scrolled through your page, pausing on one of your more popular posts. A series of pictures of you on a beach towel wearing large sunglasses and a huge sun hat, the quality was amazing. He was sure that Armin took the photo, the kid had a knack for photography.

"Damn if you don't want her I'll take her." Farlan hummed as he looked over Isabels shoulder. Levi shot Farlan a disapproving glare.

"What's her number?" Farlan pressed, Isabel choked on her drink as she burst out laughing.

"Forget about it." Levi hissed as he snatched his phone off the table top.

"I'm just teasing you Levi." Farlan waved his hand dismissively as he poured another glass of wine. Levi rolled his eyes and let out a grunt, his own version of acknowledging Farlan's good natured jokes.

"You should call her." Isabel mused as she chewed on her food. Levi furrowed his brows, what would he even say to you? It's not like the two of you casually conversed, he usually only called you if Erwin couldn't reach you, which rarely happened. He glanced at his watch and frowned, if it was eight o'clock here that meant it was about two back home. Therefore you were still in school so he would have to wait until later.

"That's a dumb idea." Levi monotoned, Isabel rolled her eyes dramatically.

"No it's not, even if you're just her friend I'm sure she would like to know that she's on your mind!" Isabel insisted enthusiastically, Farlan nodded in agreement as he shoveled a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

"She's right you know-" Farlan paused as he swallowed his mouthful of food, "not everyone can handle your cold demeanor as well as others." Farlan chided as he lifted another bite to his lips.

"Fine I'll call her." Levi caved in as he stabbed his fork into his salad. Isabel squealed in excitement.

"This is great Big-bro! I'm so proud of you!" she gushed, her eyes glimmering with adoration. Levi couldn't resist reaching across the table and ruffling her hair affectionately. Dinner ended without any more noteworthy events, Farlan and Levi split the check and then bundled back up to walk back to the flat.

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You sat at your dining room table staring hopelessly at your geometry homework. A bowl of cold soup sat untouched, you had been too stressed to eat dinner, a habit that you had recently picked up. Erwin and Hange had made dinner so you could get straight to work, which had been very sweet, but you felt guilty because truthfully you had barely made a dent in your assignment. You thought about calling Armin, he would help you. No you couldn't bother him, he was probably doing work of his own.

So you suffered in silence, the shapes and numbers spinning in your brain the longer you stared at the page. With a frustrated sigh you flipped the page only to see more blank problems that needed to be done. You stood up intending to stretch your legs and take a brain break. After you'd walked around the island in your kitchen three times you came back to the table and dropped down into the chair. You cracked your knuckles before clutching your pencil in a death grip and began to attempt one of the questions. As you scribbled on the page, attempting to make sense of the numbers and letters, you pressed too hard on your pencil and snapped the lead. You watched the tiny piece of lead roll across the page, out of spite you swiped your hand over the page to wipe the lead off.

Your eyes widened at the large smudge that now marred your paper. It all started with a single tear, it rolled down your cheek and splashed onto your paper. Before you could really understand why, you were absolutely bawling your eyes out at the dining room table. Was it because you were frustrated with school? Yeah that was definitely part of the reason. Before you could spiral into a dark pit of self deprecation, you were rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. You squinted through your bleary eyes to see that it was already 10:30 pm. You sighed, not really caring who was on the other end of the line you answered the phone.

"What" you blurted, not really in the mood to talk.

"..."

"Well? I'm kind of in the middle of something right now." your voice quivered as you fought back tears .

"Is...this a bad time?" your heart dropped at the sound of Levi's smooth voice.

"Uh" you sniffled and wiped your eyes.

"No it's not I can talk, what's the matter Levi?" you asked as you continued to wipe your eyes.

"Are you sure?" Levi probed, you nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see you. You stood up and began to pace around the kitchen once more.

"Y-Yeah-" you hiccuped and cringed, Levi sighed on the other end of the line.

"(Y/n) be honest with me....are you drunk?" Levi interrogated, you gasped it was a Monday night! Did he really think that you were that much of an alcoholic?

"No! I just...."

"Hm? What is it?" Levi quipped clearly enjoying your frazzled state.

"If you must know, I was in the middle of a mental break down." you admitted with a heavy sigh. Levi went silent on the other line, you were beginning to regret your honesty.

"It's only Monday." Levi cringed at his less than empathetic response.

"Yeah you're telling me." you chuckled, Levi immediately relaxed at the sound of your laughter even if it wasn't as bubbly as it usually was.

"What's bothering you?" Levi asked, surprisingly softly. You furrowed your brows surely he didn't call you just to hear about your day? He was probably just being nice.

"Oh uh... just school I guess." you paused your pacing to drop onto the sofa and kick your feet up onto the coffee table.

"I see." Levi mused as he reclined in the armchair he was seated in.

"Anyway, enough about me, why did you call me? Is there something you need?" you asked, you were sure that he didn't want to hear you complain about geometry.

"It's fine, tell me about your day." Levi grimaced, tell me about your day? Who was he your mother?

"O-Okay. Well I guess it was fine up until I tried to do this stupid geometry." you grumbled, the mere thought of your homework making your stomach sick with dread.

"Geometry?" Levi hummed, crossing his leg so his ankle was over his knee.

"Yeah." you sighed dejectedly, waiting for his scathing remark about how stupid you were.

"That one can be tough." Levi huffed, you could hear him re-situate so you waited to respond. Once you were sure he was settled you inhaled sharply to prepare yourself.

"It's just not clicking for me." you groaned, Levi snorted and once again you could hear some shuffling.

"Want some help?" he asked. You blinked slowly, not fully processing his words.

"Help?"

"Take it or leave it."

"I would be an idiot to decline."

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"That wasn't so bad was it?" Levi asked, a playful glint in his grey eyes.

"It was awful, but I'm grateful for the help." you sighed, resting your head on the table. You'd been on the phone with Levi for almost two hours now. After he had offered to lend you a hand you had switched to facetime so he could see the problems. Levi tapped his pen on the counter top he was sitting at. Yeah you heard that right, Levi does math with a fucking pen like a psychopath.

"Anytime." his lip twitched upwards ever so slightly.

"God, I'm sorry that all we talked about was fucking math." you apologized.

"It's fine really. " Levi shrugged once again tapping his pen on the counter.

"Tell me about Paris? How are things on the other side of the pond?" you joked, finally able to genuinely smile now that the stress of your homework was lessened.

"First off, never say 'pond' again. Second, it's cold as a witch's tit over here." Levi enunciated each point by tapping the pen against the counter.

"Really? Is there snow over there?" You asked, suddenly very invested in the weather in France.

"Yeah there's a fuck ton." Levi stood up and brought his phone with him to a window. You could tell that he was on a high floor, you could see the lights of the city through the flurries of snow.

"Woah, it's so pretty!" you gushed as you admired Levi's view.

"Tch, I guess." Levi clicked his tongue as he flipped the camera back onto his face.

"Hey what time is it there?" you yawned.

"Six am." Levi deadpanned.

"What!! Why did you let me keep you up so late Levi! My god go to bed." you huffed incredulously. Levi rolled his eyes as he listened to you lecture him on the importance of a good nights rest.

"I mean seriously Levi no wonder why you're always so grumpy." you finished your rant as you closed your bedroom door and began pulling out a pair of flannel pj pants and a large hoodie since your room seemed to be particularly chilly. You dropped your phone onto your bed (camera down obviously) and began to change into your pjs.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart." Levi drawled, his voice a bit muffled by your comforter. Once you picked up the phone you dropped down onto your bed and sighed.

"Seriously, I'm just adjusting to the time change." Levi shrugged, he was now in his own room, also laying on the bed a pale morning glow seeping into the room.

"Uh huh sure." you teased, a smile spreading across your lips. After a moment of silence you decided that it was time to call it a night.

"Well, unlike you I need my beauty sleep." you said groggily.

"Good luck with that." Levi scoffed, his own voice a bit scratchy.

"Thanks again Levi. Goodnight or erm, Good morning I guess." you giggled as you watched Levi try to cover up a yawn.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He scoffed, you waved as you hung up. You rolled over and plugged your phone in, having learned from your past mistake. You sighed contently as you snuggled beneath the covers, your head filled with thoughts of geometry and Levi.

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all-hallows-evie · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Marooned

Rating: T, for language, Canon Typical Violence/Action. Honestly, this chapter isn't that bad, the T rating is just in case I forgot about something lol

Wordcount: 3,776

Warnings: Canon typical violence and adventure, female OC with name × Tech slowburn, but not too slow lol, NOT BETA'D, because if I have to stare at this first chapter again I'm not going to post it.

A/N: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY, LOOK I'M FINALLY POSTING SOMETHING, WHEEEEEEEEEEE

There were bad ideas, really bad ideas and then there was this.

The ship hums under her feet as it trudges through the far corner of the mid rim, chugging along on it’s route without any sign of trouble or disruption from it’s preplanned course.

It should have been a routine pillaging, something she had placed firmly in the ‘great ideas’ list but instead it had turned into a routine mutiny and finished the day as a routine marooning. She sighs as she lays her head back against the seamless panel behind her.

Fucking pirates.

She has been stranded on the old freighter for at least two moons, but it was hard to say with certainty. The droids that man the ship have no need to eat so more often than not they forget to pass along anything to keep her mounting hunger at bay, adding along to the lack of any kind of panel to the outside world, getting her bearings is proving to be more difficult than usual.

She hisses a swear to drown out the low growl of her belly and focuses her gaze on the far corner of the room. Another day, another chance to count the diamond shaped tiles above her cell, she swears the number changes every other time she counts. She doesn’t get farther than eighteen when the door of the maintenance room blows open.

The dust fills the room, hiding everything under its grimy shadow. The grit in the air crackles as it’s pushed against the red of the electron walls that keep her prisoner with the ships cooling coils and a water filtration unit that has calcified and has never been fixed.

"Well look at that, we found it! Lucky break!"

"Luck had nothing to do with it, if you had studied the schematics of this cruiser like I had asked-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." The first figure, a hulking shadow in the doorway brushes off the smaller one as he stomps into the suddenly too tiny room.

"The memory core should be at the end of the-" the smaller of the two figures stops in front of her cell as the big one charges towards the end of the room without stopping. They launch themselves into the piles of junk thrown haphazardly inside, "That's concerning."

"Concerning? You see someone in a cage and you go with ‘concerning’?" She replies as she pulls herself up to standing. She takes in his armor, modified clone armor from the looks of it painted pale with a bright red stripe down his chest, his eyes slightly magnified by the goggles on his face, the rest hidden by the elongated helmet.

"According to the intel we were provided there weren't supposed to be life forms aboard." He seems irritated to see her.

"Good old Republic intel, still living up to its reputation."

The other clone approaches, he rips open the metal box in his hands and yanks out the core as if the casing was made of thick flimsy and nothing more, "I've got the thing, time to go!"

She watches, dumbstruck for a moment as her ticket out starts to head for the gaping maw that used to be a door, "Wait, you're taking the old database?" The two of them stop and turn, "It's not complete! It's missing pieces of the coordinates!" Firefek she didn't want to sound desperate but she was.

"Likely story-" The big one chuckles.

"I was trying to steal it too, I almost got all of it before my crew turned on me!"

"A mercenary or a pirate? No matter, I trust you even less now."

She had never wanted to punch anyone's face as hard as she wanted to punch his, "Check the core Goggles, I swear to you! It's missing pieces!" He hesitates and in that baited pause she knows she has him, "Please, just let me out and drop me off wherever you dock next. You can have my data chip. No harm, no foul, just get me out."

The one with the goggles glares at her, the yellow tinted transparisteel of his visor snapping downl before he turns to the bigger man. Klaxons ring all around as he scans the core with a handheld device, but it's taking up time they do not have.

The two clones share a look, silently deciding her fate.

The bigger one caves first, "Aww c'mon Tech, we can't leave her! You saw what's on this ship, she'll be a goner on some mining planet!"

"Under normal circumstances I might agree but she's caged for a purpose, and I'm disinclined to put any trust in her."

"How much damage can she do? She’s smaller than you are!"

Tech, the one in the goggles, sighs before he turns back around to face her, "If we spring you, you play by our rules. You follow our orders, no complaints, no rebuttals and if you put one toe out of line-"

"Out the airlock, understood." She nods furiously, hands pressed against the panel as she watches Tech short out the electron wall holding her hostage, the panel shudders and then it spews sparks on to the ground as the red fades and she's finally able to step through.

"Lets go shortie!"

"Wait, let me just grab-" She scrambles to the other side of the wall, trying to pull at something from the top of a shelf. The bigger clone reaches over and tosses the crate to the floor. She throws open the top and snatches out a bantha leather bag and a helmet.

"Run!"

Tech doesn't have to tell her twice, the three of them bolt out of the door and into the corridor, the lights above flash in time with the klaxons. There is a low rumble that joins the hum of the hyperspace engine, as whatever security droids are on board begin to activate.

"Back to the ship, short stuff!"

The three of them book it down the darkened halls, ducking behind walls and crates as the first cluster of security droids pass through.

She tosses her bag across her shoulder, slinging it against one side of her hip, clipping it into place with snaps sewn into her jacket. They watch three more droids pass them by before she speaks again, "My name's Nox, by the way."

"Doesn't sound like a girl's name." The big one chuckles, so deep and rumbling it almost feels like a growl.

"Well it's the only name I've got. My parents named me a bit of a mouthful, Nox just works better."

"Clear." Tech calls out and they continue on their way heading to the service hangar where their ship hopefully was waiting for them.

"How'd you end up out here?" The big one asks, with every flash of light above them she can see more of the large scary face painted roughly on his helmet, lines thrown on haphazardly only to be scraped away by carbon scoring.

She is about to answer when she is shoved back into a corner by Tech. He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can yelp, the leather slightly singed, it smells of electricity and grease.

“Wait.”

"I'm getting tired of all this sneaking around, I say we blow our way outta here!" The big one growls.

"We’re almost there Wrecker, it would be pointless to try now."

She shoves Tech's Hand away, "Blow your way out of here, are you insane? With the amount of baby on board you'd blow us into the next dimension!"

There are a few beats of silence before both helmets turn towards her.

"Baby?" Wrecker repeats but is shushed by Tech.

"You don't mean baradium-"

"Bisulfate? I absolutely do! There were containers of the stuff in the holding bay."

"This Imperial ship is headed somewhere to mine thorilide?" He repeats, tone stressed over every syllable in the word ‘Imperial’.

"That or some unlucky planet is about to be wiped from existence."

"The location of the Republic thorilide mines have been kept under the utmost security for ages, not even the Jedi Council was ever advised of its location."

"Can’t say I blame them, I barely trust them with those glowy sticks of death." She murmurs, making lightsaber sounds with her mouth as Wrecker snickers.

"Stop that. Do you know where this ship was heading? Do you have a copy of the manifest?"

"What, your amazing Republic recce didn't get you that information shiny?" He glares back at her, brows pinching together behind the dark frames of his goggles, "Maker! Did those cloners take your sense of humor? Yes, I know where this ship is going."

"Bet Cid’s contact would pay more for that bit of info." Wrecker’s grin can be heard even through the plastoid of his helmet.

Tech meanwhile has typed something to a com on his wrist, "Hunter, there's been a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"There is more on board this ship than just the republic database-"

"What do you mean?"

"This ship is a mining vessel, out to mine thorilide."

Tech’s wrist comm goes silent, just quiet static while the voice on the other line thinks, "Ordinance?"

Both clones look at her, she nods emphatically, "Ordinance, med supplies, if there was coaxium on board I wouldn't be surprised, this place is the motherlode."

"Quite a bit of supplies on board, it would seem."

The comm goes quiet again for a few moments, "We don't have time for this, it's only a matter of time before they realize that your cruiser is stolen. Grab what you went in for and leave."

Tech shakes his head, it's so tiny and quick that if she wasn't looking at him in that moment she would have missed it, "Where is it being kept?"

"Up, five or so floors unless I've miscounted."

"Tech, Wrecker, Get out of there, now!" The voice on the other end grows more and more irritable as they stand around in silence.

"We'll be out as soon as possible." Tech replies curtly as he cuts the comm. He makes it sound so easy like they were stopping by the nearest market to pick up fruit, instead of about to hijack high quality explosives from Imperial custody, "Lead the way."

"What? Just like that?"

"Are there, or are there not these items on board?"

"Yes."

"You swear?" Wrecker leans in close, hovering over her.

"Yeah."

Tech nods, "Vital signs are stable, no signs of heightened stress-"

"What if I'm just a really good liar?"

"You can try all you want my dear, but the data doesn't lie."

"Does he do this to you too? I'm finding it a bit creepy-" She asks Wrecker as her eyebrow raises.

"You get used to it."

"Weird, so weird…" she mutters to herself as she turns and peeks around the corner. She looks around for anything that is familiar, when she sees a maintenance lift at the very end of the hall to the right. She motions them forward, and silently they sneak their way closer to the lift. She turns her attention to her side as she digs in her bag, her fingers grasp at the odd collection of junk in her pockets until her hand finally wraps around the cool metal of her code cylinder and she can finally stop holding her breath.

Tech's hand on her shoulder pulls her back to the task on hand as he drags her back a few steps. The catwalk above them from here to the lift is no more than a shoddy looking set of grates that creak as a group of security droids march along their patrol, oblivious to the three of them below.

“The maintenance lift?" Tech sniffs as they come to a stop at its doors. He raises hand to push his goggles back into place, "Perhaps you have failed to notice but none of us are maintenance droids, the moment you try to access that panel they will -”

“They’ll what?” She asks as she jams the cylinder into the port, the lift clicks open silently and she steps inside.

“The alarms-”

“What alarms? According to this," she snaps her code cylinder from the panel and drops it back into her bag, lost again to the chaos of the random junk held within, "I'm a maintenance droid doing routine inspections. How stupid do you think I am?”

"Hey hey, this one's pretty smart huh Tech?!" Wrecker is thrilled.

"Pirate." She reminds, "You don't see many my age that aren't intelligent and I'll give you one guess as to why."

The doors silently click open and before they can step out a team of at least half a dozen well armed sentry droids roll past.

They all leap from the inside of the lift and fall into a crouch behind a stack of supply crates. They wait for a few moments before Tech quickly peeks over, "They don't seem to have spotted us."

"Fuck, there weren't this many when we tried this the first time." She swears a few more times under her breath.

"We should do this my way." Wrecker offers.

"What's that mean, what does he mean?!" Nox looks nervously over to Tech, "He doesn't mean-?"

"Explosives and violence? He absolutely does," Tech sighs, “ and I'm afraid we are running low on options and even lower on time. Wrecker, what does your ordinance look like?"

“But you said I couldn't bring any?”

“Yes, and when was the last time you actually listened?”

Wrecker, the fun if not absolutely homicidal one, pulls out a couple of detonators, a roll of plastic tape, a half dozen hand grenades and three droid poppers.

“Great, nice to know you could have turned us into a small sun if I hadn't told you about the baby on board.”

"Everything save for the poppers is far too dangerous to use around those crates." Tech hisses, "Any more of those brilliant pirate ideas floating around in your head?"

She chews on her lip for a moment, wracking her brain for anything else that might be useful as she ignores Tech's sarcastic tone. Apart from the crates on this floor littered with treasure, there didn't seem to be anything of any use...except for the busted water filter. “How big of a distraction do you think it would take to get all those sentries away from the haul?”

“It would need to be something quite large or destructive enough to threaten the integrity of the ship.”

“The water filtration system on board is completely calcified, I don't think it was ever fixed since there are only droids on board. If you could flood that with enough pressure the entire pipe should burst-”

“And flood the entire floor, along with the engine room, that might just do it.” He’s on his data pad before the words are even out of his mouth, he scans the room all around and matches it with the wireframe schematics on his screen. He stalks his way backwards until he finds the panel he is looking for. He pops it open easily and then begins to slice into the mainframe of the ship, “On my count, take Wrecker to wherever the baby is, let him handle it. You get your hands on as much of the medical supplies as you can, the security onboard is a little tighter than I would have preferred so I will have to stay here and continue to flood the filter.”

“Oh, easy.”

“Think you can handle all that tiny?” Wrecker’s thundering chuckle threatens to give away their location even with the steady moan of the alarms overhead.

She grins, Wrecker is back to being the fun one, “Try and keep up.”

There is a sound of roaring water all around them as tech funnels every liquid on the ship into the filter, then a sound like an explosion a couple of feet below them rocks the ship like a lightning strike.

The sound of the alarm overhead changes as every droid on the floor turns away and heads to a lowering platform, all instructed to assist with the burst pipe.

“That’s our cue!”

She shoves Wrecker forward playfully before they both break into a sprint toward the storage rooms where their bounty is being held. She points to one of the rooms as they approach, "This one's your big boy!"

The door is sealed shut, but not for long. Wrecker doesn't slow, instead he hunches low, bringing his shoulders down and tucking his chin into the collar of his armor before he barrels straight through, punching a hole through the doors with enough force to make even her teeth rattle.

She dips into the storage room across the hall, thanking the stars that her haul wasn't locked away like his was. She rips open any crate within arms reach, tossing open the tops and letting them scatter around the room wherever they land. She snatches bacta patches and hypos by the handful and packs the crate as full as she can, slamming her entire body weight against it to get it to close. She drags it out into the hall, placing it by the door before she bolts into the room right beside the one Wrecker is standing in.

Wrecker watches her disappear into the room, the four small crates of explosives tucked carefully under his arms, “Wait, where are you-”

His question is answered as another crate hits the floor beside him. She comes running out of the room, grabbing this second crate by the handle and yanking it along, “Perfect! Not a single explosion! Love that for me!”

Wrecker bends down to offer her a hand but she has already snatched up the first trunk and is flying down the hall with them. She's faster than Wrecker would have believed she would be capable of with the two crates almost her height. She almost trips over herself as she stops and with a swift kick, the second crate lands at Tech's feet, “Come on 20/20, cut her loose, let's go!”

“What’s in that- I specifically ordered you to only carry medical supplies.”

“Yeah well, it sounds like you are used to not being listened to so, ship. Now!”

Wrecker races past, hopping off of the side and down to the level below, the halls are empty as all hands are called to help with the floor that is flooding.

Nox peeks over the side, she watches as Wrecker sets the small boxes of baby down beside him, "Toss your crate!" He calls up. She nods and yanks the crates handle, flipping it up and off of the edge with a nudge from Tech.

She helps him in turn, as they gingerly haul the crate full of ordinance over the edge before tossing it below.

Wrecker sets the crates to one side before turning back to catch Nox, but she's already climbing down. Her fingers dig into spots on the wall where she should not be able to have any grip. She finds her own way down and with a little hop, lands right beside Wrecker as Tech lands beside her. The clang of his boots echoes down the empty hallway. "We'll need to make our way through the flooded floor of the ship in order to get back to the hangar." Tech types away at his data pad again before picking up the side of his crate.

Nox follows close beside the two clones, tossing the crate up onto her back to avoid making any unnecessary scraping sounds as they get closer to the flooded area, the sound of pouring water gets louder and louder with every floor. The next floor they walk through has the water barely deep enough to wash over the toes of their boots, but it rises rapidly after that. By the time they are on the same floor as the hangar, the water has risen up to their knees and Nox has a harder time trying to distract her mind from where all of this stagnant water has been hiding this whole time.

“Holding out ok over there tiny?” Wrecker chuckles.

She turns to answer, when everything becomes...not alright. Her next step slips out from under her and she goes flying forward, crashing face first into the dark disgusting water, the crate on her back keeping her under the surface as she struggles to pull herself back up to standing.

A hand at the back of her collar pulls her back up into fresh air, slimy water pours from her mouth and nose as she gags. She doesn't need to clear the water from her eyes to know what the dark figures that are starting to line the hallway are. Tech and Wrecker are on either side of her, blasters raised as the sentry droids file in.

“I'm hoping you can fight better than you can swim.” Tech calls over as Wrecker leaps over them both and charges straight into one of the sentries. Tech keeps a few of the others at bay, clipping them with bright bolts from his twin deecees, but it's not enough. She rubs the slime from her face and charges right behind Wrecker, using her entire body to check a droid in her path, she grabs the blaster from its hands as it goes tumbling backwards and into the water. Techs shots ring out around her as he stays behind, watching over the crates behind him. Wrecker tears through any droids that get within reach, sparks flying on to the water before they sizzle and die. She concentrates her fire on any droids Tech misses until the hall is clear.

"There'll be a second platoon on their way, we better get a move on." Tech calls back to them, she tosses the almost empty blaster into the water beside her.

"Are you always just, you know?" She makes growling and ripping sounds at Wrecker.

He laughs, "Not often enough."

She stifles her laughter behind her hand as she walks back to where Tech is to retrieve the case of medical supplies, for a brief moment the last couple of days are forgotten and even the slime on her skin is the last thing on her mind. For a brief moment she was back with her men, waiting for that score of a lifetime, but when she grabs the handle of the crate and looks back it’s the clone armor that reminds her she is in fact alone. The sudden quiet of sadness doesnt last long as the doors behind them open and a new series of drods begin their march towards them.

“Incoming!”

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years

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Run Away With Me

Synopsis: Every moment shared with Charlie Weasley is an adventure all it’s own. How you wish to spend every moment together and all it takes is to run away.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 6.3k+

A/N - Every year I post a story on my birthday and today’s the day I turn a year older. Usually these stories are pretty sad but this year I wrote something a little softer so here is my birthday present for you guys, I hope you enjoy it.

1. A Stolen Kiss

A bright-eyed and clueless young student, excited to be attending a school of magic. Nobody else in your family had magic so it was a big surprise when you received a letter alongside a weird lady who looked like she just stepped out of the early 1920s. Sat between your parents, the older woman explained the entire situation much to your excitement and your parents' confusion.

Diagon alley had been your first experience of all things magical; it had been like stepping into another world instead of just any old street in London. There were book shops lined with all kinds of books, some were bigger than your head while others were tiny. A shop that sold weird and kinda gross jars full of who knows what. There was a place that only sold brooms but according to the list you had read like a hundred times, first years weren't allowed their own brooms. You spent what felt like a lifetime at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions getting fitted for robes. Your parents were utterly fascinated by all the different styles and kept asking questions that made the experience so much longer than it really needed to be. You'd never had a pet before, but after a lot of begging they let you pick out a cat; he was a small Persian cat. Not quite a kitten but not quite fully grown. Checking off each item as you went along, you were exhausted by the end of it. There was even enough time for a trip to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour where you had enjoyed a cone of strawberries and cream with sprinkles on top. All that was left on your list was a wand. Peeling gold letters rested over the door of a shop that read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Stepping inside it was a tiny little store with no costumers. Thousands of narrow boxes lined the walls all the way up to the ceiling. It didn't take long for the weird old man to give you a wand that felt warm in your hand. Unlike the other disasters that came at the result of you waving various wands, a stream of red and gold sparks shoot out the end of this one like a mini firework. The wand chooses the wizard whatever the hell that meant. All ready and packed for Hogwarts, you were really giddy to go. Your mother cried as she waved you off to boarding school but you couldn't sit still. The train ride took hours and it was a little lonely considering you didn't know anyone but as soon as you entered the castle you knew it was exactly where you were meant to be. The building was massive and practically oozed magic and mystery through each brick. The pictures, much to your surprise, were moving on their own. Hogwarts had four houses and each student had to sit on a tall stool, put on a funny talking hat which would decide ultimately where they belong.

The very first friend you made was Nymphadora Tonks but only because she was in all of your classes and by some twist of fate you always ended up seated together. She was a sweet girl with pink hair and a talent for mischief. There was never a dull moment with you two. Then there was Charlie Weasley. Ever since that brisk day in October when he had ridden in clumsily on his white horse to save the day, the two of you had been the best of friends. You were still getting used to all your different classes. Potions class, however, was proving the most difficult. Too many ingredients and types to get used to. Not to mention Snape was just... mean. The task had been to prepare a simple Wiggenweld Potion; a powerful healing potion that can be used to heal injuries, or reverse the effects of a Sleeping Draught. The book was open on the desk as you carefully followed the instructions until.... poof. All the confidence you'd gained since arriving disappeared as Snape scolded you in front of everyone for messing up. Charlie had swooped in to take the blame landing himself in late-night detention. On the other hand, you got to leave with your tail between your legs and a few house points shaved off the total. And yet even his small act of kindness wasn't enough to capture your affection at least not at first. For the little version of yourself was infatuated with another Weasley. An older Weasley.

The nerves of a handful of students could be felt by anyone sat in the great hall for breakfast. Tonks is sat beside you running butter over a piece of toast. Stifling a yawn, Charlie takes a seat across from the two of you sporting a jumper of Gryffindor red and gold.

"Good morning," You flash your cheeriest, half-asleep smile bringing your spoon of Cheeri Owls to your lips. "Nervous?"

"A little," He was looking especially pale today suggesting he was more than just a little.

"You should be," Tonks perks up. "It's only the last game of the season and all hope rides on the seeker,"

"No pressure then," Charlie huffs out a dull laugh. The boy excelled in his position as the Gryffindor seeker but there was no way to determine how he'd play today when he was carrying the hopes and dreams of his teammates and entire house.

"You should eat something," You suggest, pushing a bowl of assorted fruit forward. There was little you could to make him feel better except take his spot but that wasn't allowed. You also probably wouldn't be that good. "Might make you feel better?"

"I'm too nervous to eat," He insisted but he still took an apple; rolling the red fruit between his palms.

"Win or lose you're still number one in our heart, right Tonks?" Elbowing her gently, you shovel another spoonful of 'O' shapes into your mouth.

"Sure," she shrugs. "If you want we can jinx the other team's seeker? I've been practising."

"Or... how much time do we have? I can get one of the older students to brew some Felix Felicis." You play along. "Nothing like a little liquid luck to win a game."

"You both know that's not allowed," Charlie took a large bite of his apple.

"When has Tonks ever cared about rules," Sometimes you wish she did care, you probably wouldn't have ended up in detention so many times alongside her.

"Thanks but no," he took another bite. "We have to win fair and square."

The conversation drifted from nerves to lost spells and planned practical jokes. Charlie seemed to relax a little the more he spoke. Maybe all he needed was a distraction to cheer him up.

"We need to take a trip to Hogsmeade" Tonk announces. "I'm out of dungbombs."

"Urgh- you and that silly joke shop." You can't help but roll your eyes but it was all good-natured. Despite hardly ever buying anything yourself, you spent an awful lot of time at Zonko's infamous little joke shop. "I could do with a trip outside the castle though. You should come too Charlie and maybe... you could ask Bill if he wants to come?"

"You're still gushing over Bill," Now it was Tonks turn to elbow you playfully, her lips curling up into a tantalising smirk.

"I do not gush over him," you state firmly, brows knitting together in a frown. You didn't appreciate being made fun. Bill was older, wiser and always made time to show you kindness. He made your little heart flutter whenever you saw him and Tonks took every opportunity to tease you about it. "I just thought It'd be nice is all. Wouldn't you agree, Charlie?"

"If you want him to come, ask him yourself." He responds, taking a large gulp of his juice.

"She won't because she has a crush."

"I don't have a crush Nymphadora- stop it," It was infinitely more embarrassing talking about this with Charlie sat at the table. "Don't ask him then, I don't care."

"Yes you do," Placing her arm around your shoulder, she pulls you into her side. "Because you're in love-"

"I am not!" You snap, pushing out of her grip.

"I'll see you guys later." The two of you share a look as Charlie disappears without another word. It was probably just pregame nerves.

"You know what? I think I'll get some frogspawn soap too and put it in the prefects' bathroom." Typical Tonks.

You'd come to learn through your time at Hogwarts that Quidditch was the most popular sport among wizards. And each house had their own team who compete for a trophy and bragging rights. Today was the final game thankfully. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Apparently, it came down to these two a lot. As the Gryffindor team filter out of the changing rooms, you slip inside to find Charlie sitting on a little bench.

"Guess who?" You sing-song, slapping your hands over his eyes but only briefly. He turns to look at you with an almost sour expression.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to support you," you reply soft, offering a smile he couldn't even see as he turned away.

"You're not supposed to be in here," Had you done something to upset him? Surely not. This was the first time you were seeing him since breakfast so there hadn't been a moment for you to mess things up and yet, his voice held an icy chill.

"Guess Tonks is rubbing off on me?" You jest, looking around the room. It was empty apart from you two. Bags and clothes scattered across benches or half shoved into lockers. A chalkboard stood in the corner with drawings you couldn't understand. "I just wanted to see how you were doing before the big game, is all. We were worried about you."

"You were worried about me," He repeats slowly, looking up at you. "I thought you hated quidditch."

"I still do," Your shoulders rise in a little shrug. "It's silly. Doesn't matter how hard the team works or how many goals it's pretty much all decided by how good the seeker is so why even have goals?"

"Score enough goals before the snitch is caught and anyone could win," He perks up. "You just don't understand how good and exciting it is."

Your lips curl up in appreciation for Charlie Weasley and his love for quidditch. It didn't possess the sparkle that came along when he talks about dragons but it was still nice to see him liven up. "Then go out there and show me how exciting it is,"

You stand under the spotlight of his gaze as he seemingly takes in your choice of attire; wearing the Gryffindor colours with pride to show your support. You even let Tonks paint your face after she promised not to draw genitalia. "Do you really think we're gonna win? What if I mess up and everyone hates me?"

"Then you mess up and everyone hates you," You shrug a little. "But that's not gonna happen and you know why?" His head shakes slowly. "It's because you're the best seeker at this school Charles Weasley." You place your hands on either side of his shoulders. "And I believe in you."

"How does that help me?" With your index finger under his chin, you force him to meet your eyes.

"Because I'm never wrong."

"That doesn't sound right." He tries to look away but you stop him.

"But it is," You offer a reassuring smile; one full of determination. "You've got this Charlie. So come on before you miss the game entirely."

The cheers outside were seemingly growing louder by the second. With a deep breath, Charlie stands up, grabbing his broom. "You're staying to watch, right?"

"Of course. Tonks is up in the stands too." Taking his hand, you lead the way out of the tent. "Consider us your good luck charms." Charlie brings the both of you to an abrupt stop before you even reach the opening of the tent, pulling you back to him. "What's up?"

The peppering of freckles that covered Charlie's face was even more vibrant against the rose pink blush. You squeeze his hand a little hoping it makes him feel better. And then it happens. The crowd grows silent in your ear but only for a moment as Charlie's surprisingly soft lips crash clumsily against yours. "For good luck," his whispers; his hand slipping from yours as he leaves you dumbfounded.

"He okay?" Tonks asks as you return from your trip.

"Yeah... still nervous," You reply, sitting down beside her. "It's his first big game after all."

"Are you okay?" The crowd erupts into cheers as the Gryffindor team flys in first. You're almost too embarrassed to look for Charlie; worried about what you might find so you keep your head down. "You look like you've just seen a troll or something?"

"Mhmm," you hum, forcing yourself to watch the Slytherin team as they enter. Why had Charlie kissed you? Did it mean he liked you or was he just messing around? Your head swirled with possibilities.

"You want a sweet?" Your friend offers as the game finally starts. It takes you a second to register but you smile, reaching into the little bag she was holding only to come to a stop.

"They're not gonna burn my tongue off or something are they?"

"No," Her chuckle sounded a little too innocent but you trust her for some reason. Taking a piece of confectionery out of the paper bag.

"Charlie... kissed me." You announce, throwing the sweet into you mouth; face scrunching up when they turn out to be sour. Ten points to Slytherin as they take the lead.

"He what?"

"He... kissed me."

2. Together

Who was Bill Weasley but a distant playground crush after that day. And your time of classrooms and magic lessons came swiftly to an end; how bittersweet it felt to leave a place you loved dearly. A once naive little girl stepping into the unknown now called the Wizarding World Home. Now you would go on to be a healer which was simply a magical doctor although your parents strongly disagreed with the comparison. However proud they were of you there would always be some part of them that wished you had chosen to become a lawyer or 'real' doctor.

Bathed in the warm embrace of the setting sun, you ponder the tranquility in a bed of green grass. The youngest Weasley lay beside you, struggling to keep still as often children do. She was similar to her brother in that way who now paced back and forth a mere few steps away. The invitation had been for dinner but you arrived a little early. The burrow was always such a welcoming place like stepping into a home you used to live in many moons ago; it was cosy and warm and there was no doubt that many lived there. You found your house to be almost the opposite, it always looked like nobody lived there. Immaculate. Polished. Cold.

"Will you stop pacing, you're making me nervous." You call out to your boyfriend, opening your eyes only to squint at the bright light. "What's wrong with you?"

Charlie comes to a stop as you sit up; Ginny mimics you in sitting up but the boy's eyes stay on you. The longer he stared, the more the pit in your stomach grew; what exactly hid behind his blank expression. He normally possessed such a playful warmth but it seemed to have vanished as of late. Plucking a stray purple flower, you enclose it in the palm of your hands. "You know I love dragons right?"

"Of course," Since meeting him, he had probably managed to slip dragons into every conversation you had ever had. It was at a point where you knew far more about dragons than you ever really cared to know. Many found his obsession annoying because that's what he so obviously was, obsessed but you found it enticing. Charming, even. Opening up your hand, a small butterfly with deep plum-purple wings flutters into the air and onto a giggly Ginny's nose. The innocent glee of a child; how those days were gone for you. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Promise you won't be mad?" It would be foolish to make such a promise when there was no way to guarantee your reaction. Whatever it was must be bad, if he was this worried. Your shoulders rise a little then fall.

"I make no such promises- just tell me."

Charlie took a breath that travelled on the wind to your ears before he blurted out. "I'm moving to Romania."

"Okay," Is your first reaction while your brain tries to make sense of something it didn't want to hear. "Wait- what?"

"Charlie is moving away to work with big scary dragons," Ginny announces playfully, baring her little hands like claws.

The once small pit grew into a mighty black hole of uncertainty and sadness that threatened to swallow you whole. There had been conversations shared between friends of Charlie wanting to move away to a foreign land, just to finally see a dragon but you had never taken it at face value. Always so convinced it was but a dream rather like those of when you were little and you wished to be a vampire. Technically back then you didn't know they actually existed but still, even now it was never going to come true. Eyes cast upon the second eldest Weasley, he kicks up the grass with his hands buried in the pockets of his pants. "It's the nearest Dragon reserve."

That was something you already knew but it didn't make the decision, at least in your eyes, any less confusing. Instead, it prompted water to well up in your eyes for this was something that affected not only him and his family but your life too. "I... I don't know what to say,"

"Hey Ginny, can you go check if dinner's ready yet?"

"No- why can't you do it?" The bark behind her words was very in character for the fiesty young Weasley. Blinking away the tears, you plaster on the best smile you can muster.

"If you go check on dinner I promise we can play a game later, okay? Exploding snap maybe?"

"Really?" She eyes you suspicious probably because it was a promise you had broken before. Not always for the right reasons but this time it was genuine. Charlie clearly wanted this to be a private conversation or perhaps he was just saving you for the inevitable moment where she asks why you're crying. Ginny scrambles to feet when you nod and skips off towards the gravity-defying house. It still amazed you that the building hadn't fallen yet. Rising to your feet you brush yourself off.

"You know I want nothing more than to work with Dragons and this is the only way I can do that," There was no mistaking the serious tone that came along with his words. It didn't matter what you said there was no changing his mind but you wouldn't do that anyway. It seemed cruel to even try to get him to give up on something so precious and you would never want to do that to him. "I have an opportunity to do something I love and I won't waste it to get some boring job at the ministry."

"I don't expect you too..." You wanted nothing more than to tell him to stay; beg him even. You were fighting against the selfish little devil that was stabbing you in the heart. It was a dull, deep pain in your chest. You wanted Charlie to follow his dreams, you just never expected them to not include you. "It's just a lot to take in."

"I know," The red-headed boy walks ever so slowly over to you, taking both hands in his. His hands had always felt a little rough ever since Hogwarts. You used to complain back then and insist he needed to moisturise but over time you had grown fond of the familiarity. How you wished this tender moment could last forever because it very well might be your last. You're caught off guard when he yanks you forward. You stumble into his chest where he wraps his arms around you like the big teddy bear he was. You breathe in every inch of him like it was the last time. The intoxicating aroma of an early walk in the woods; that fresh earthy smell that really makes you appreciate where you are. You could almost picture the pine trees.

"I feel like I'm losing you," Your words but a whisper, lost on the breeze.

"You're not," His grip around you tightens and suddenly your in the air, spinning around. "You could never get rid of me that easily.

"Charlie," You fight back a smile as you return to the ground; burying your face in the nook of his neck. "What's gonna happen to us?"

"About that-"

"Because I don't know if I can do the whole long-distance thing? So do we break up?" The tears threaten to fall once again as you pull back to get a good look at him. You never wanted to forget the emerald of his eyes or each and every freckle that called his body home. The unusual scare that adorned his eyebrow that was always amusing to look at. If that was his true purpose to break up with you then there would be no stopping the tears when they finally burst through the damn.

"No, I-"

"Because that's a little mean Charlie, you could have at least waited until after dinner. Should have done it first actua-"

You words become mumbled by the palm of his hand which he's placed over your mouth like a seal of protection. "Shush for a minute."

It's hard to resist so you simply don't; sticking your tongue you deliberately lick the palm of his hand but it seems to not phase him whatsoever.

"I'm not breaking up with you, silly," You meet his gaze. "I was kind of thinking you could come with me?"

Reaching up, you yank his hand away. "To Romania? You've got to be joking."

"Why not?"

Did you even know how to answer that? There were so many reasons why one should not just up and leave to go live in a completely different country with the boy they dated through high school. "I can't just up and leave my family- my mum will be devastated."

"I'll talk to her about it," Charlie hums softly, placing a delicate kiss upon your forehead. "Your mum loves me and she wants you to be happy."

"Dinner's Ready," For such a small girl, Ginny had one big mouth. There was no mistaking her call. However, this whole situation now felt a little... off. Could you even sit through dinner without it all becoming weird?

"We're coming," Charlie yells back; offering up his hand which you reluctantly take and he leads the way back to the house. "You want to be a healer right? You could do that in Romania."

"I guess," You weren't exactly worried about not finding a job.

"You don't have to decide right now," He tells you before you have a chance to speak up again. "Just think about it. I mean the invitation is there and for what it's worth, I'd really like you to come."

3. Creeping doubts

It took a lot of convincing but despite everything you decided to follow Charlie into the Unknown. Your parents weren't thrilled with the decision but they respected it; they were just worried about what would happen if something went wrong. And as their only child, they would obviously miss you. A lot of time was spent at the burrow that summer before moving to Romania; you were beginning to feel like an honorary Weasley only with the experience of having been a muggle for the first eleven years of your life. It was but a three-hour flight to Romania and your mother had sobbed at the airport. It made you think back to your first time stepping onto the Hogwarts express, leaving your parents behind to go to a magical boarding school in Scotland. It was a peculiar thought but a nice one. One you wished to cherish. Now in a foreign land with no support system behind you other than a boy you had been dating for years, you were ready for a new adventure. And there was officially no doubt in your mind that you would do just about anything for Charlie Weasley.

"It's not much," Charlie sets his suitcase down on the table. "Best I could do, for now, I'm afraid."

"It's fine," It was an old apartment in a building full of what you assumed were muggles. There was a small living room area with an ugly pea-coloured couch nestled against one wall. Beside it was a small coffee table and on the other side of the room was a TV, you weren't convinced actually worked. Then there was the kitchen which was attached to the living room. It had a fridge, a cooker and some cupboards. The only other room was a bedroom that literally only housed a bed in at the moment, then there was a door that leads on to the bathroom. It definitely wasn't much but a crappy apartment was just part of the experience, right? At least that's what you were telling yourself. "it'll feel like home soon enough," You had everything you needed to make this place feel like home right in your suitcase; oh the joys of magic. Patting yourself down, you search for the key to easy unpacking. "Uh... have you seen my wand?"

His head shakes and wears an amused grin. "You remembered to bring it right?"

"Yes," you huff. "I was gonna unpack," Falling back against the wall, you slide down onto the floor which you imagine hasn't been cleaned in a while considering the dust. "It's gonna take so long without my wand- which may actually be in the suitcase now that I think about it."

"Did you forget I'm a wizard too?"

"You do it then," You drop your head back against the wall. "I'm starving."

"actually have you seen my wand?"

You giggle to yourself "You're an idiot,"

"Hey- you lost your wand too." His shadow lingers over you as he comes to join you against the wall. Taking up a seat beside you, your head falls to rest against his shoulder.

"Can we get pizza? I saw some of those leaflets when we came in so we could order some?"

"Whatever you want, my love."

As time ticks on the pizza box is left discarded in the kitchen as the two of you retire for the night. Who knew not actually unpacking but simply thinking about it while eating pizza on the dirty ground could be so much work. You struggle to hold back a yawn as you snuggle up to him trying to absorb as much of his body heat as you can. All that lay across the two of you were a blanket and this building was next exactly the warmest. "Do you think we'll be okay? "You ponder aloud; it was a question that had been on your mind since agreeing to follow him to Romania. For not many people stay together with their high school loves. What if things fall apart now that you're in the 'real' world? What if this was all just a huge mistake?

"What do you mean?" Always such a simple boy; you wonder how he deals with his anxieties. Did he actually not know what you meant or was he merely putting on a brave face? A once proud Gryffindor suggested that he always looked to be brave above anything else.

"Do you think we'll be okay?" You repeat as if that somehow answers his question but it must have done something because even in the darkness you can just tell he's smiling.

"You worry way too much." Charlie laughs.

"You don't worry enough,"

He lays a kiss upon the top of your head, his hand moving up and down your arm. "It used to be the other way around."

"I was young and reckless back then. "How you missed the days where you ran around the halls of Hogwarts with reckless abandon. Well, not entirely reckless that was more Tonks but things had definitely felt simpler back then.

"You're still young and reckless now, I just have to hear you stress about it afterwards." Charlie taunts, pinching your arm. You recoil at the sharp pain.

"Shush."

"Being in Romania doesn't change anything," He expresses; his voice sounding louder in the quiet darkness. "I loved you back home and I still love you now. I'm really glad you decided to come with me."

Hoping to distract yourself from every worrying thought that clouded your brain you decide it's time to change the subject. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"Getting to work with Dragons all day every day? that's like dream come true."

"A dangerous one," Dragons were perhaps the most vicious creatures around other than humans. As captivating as they were and as much as charlie adored them, you couldn't help but worry about his safety. It seemed no matter the topic this evening you'd find a way to stress yourself out.

"I'll be fine, I'll have you there to patch me up," That he will for you had taken on the role as a healer willing to help out with all the injuries that inevitably come from dealing with dragons. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't quite convinced you were up to the task; you had never actually dealt with dragon-related injuries so this was like diving headfirst into the ocean when you only just learned how to swim in a training pool. "and if not- well, we had a good run."

"Don't joke about that," Nuzzling against his chest, you finally let your eyes close. Today was the start of forever with the one and only Charles Weasley and here he was joking about his ultimate demise.

4. The perfect day

It's peculiar how life can just fall into place. Your odd little world of dragons and leaky apartment buildings just became the norm. You had come to love your work at the reserve, Dragons were actually incredibly cool up close. Not to mention getting to see Charlie work with them after years of never shutting up about them was truly a sight to behold. Every day, it was like taking an excited little boy to his first day of school. His eyes simply lit up whenever he was at work although it was hard explaining his injuries to the neighbours when they were being nosey. You also had to be careful when using magic since you were basically living with muggles and it would be a headache if they ever found out.

With your site blocked by a thin piece of fabric, Charlie guides you carefully forward with his hands skillfully placed upon your arms to steer. This was the first day off the two of you have shared in a long time. Little information was given about your destination other than it being a surprise. With Charlie that could mean just about anything which wasn't always a good thing but you trusted him enough to believe he wasn't leading you into a dragon's den or something. A gentle breeze nipped at the skin of your neck and the ground felt soft under your feet. The gentle singing of a symphony of birds filled the air and the sun beamed down with remarkable easy. All this suggested you were somewhere withdrawn in nature. Charlie had always been one for the great outdoors. There were countless times you had found him sneaking in or out of the forbidden forest back at school.

"Am I going to like this surprise?" You inquire; your anxiety building with each step. You would much prefer to simply know what was going on rather than experience some dramatic reveal especially today of all days. Every year the boy seems to forget that he agreed not to make a big deal.

"I sure hope so," You practically slam into him as she comes to an unexpected standstill. "Because I don't think I can return it."

"Return what? Oh god- can I take my blindfold off?"

As the flimsy fabric skims the length of your face to settle loosely around your neck, your eyes take a minute to adapt. You don't know quite what you were expecting but this was not it. Before you stands a small cottage surrounded by nothing but a wide-open field full of a rainbow of wildflowers. It was a beautiful little house with as much charm and beauty you'd expect from a place out in what seems like the middle of nowhere. It could be described as the perfect place to settle down.

"Surprise!" He was redder than a cherry tomato when he stepped into view. Both arms in the air as a sign of celebration but you were just rather... confused? Whose house was this and why had he brought you all the way out here?

"I don't get it?"

"We've been here for a while now so I thought we should get our own place or like, a better place. One where we don't have to worry about anyone else." His confidence appeared to develop with each word but his face was still powdered in a deep shade of pink. S this was your house? He'd decided to up and move without even consulting you? "So I got us a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. It kinda reminds me of the burrow only, y'know, smaller."

"It's ours?" His excitement is clear on his face and he quickly takes your hand. Pulling you along with him. "And that's not all."

"There's more?" Surely a whole house was enough. You were quite proud of Charlie for picking such a beautiful little place. Come summertime, you could already see yourself sitting among the flowers painting little pictures. You also wouldn't have to worry about muggles. Coming up on the front door, your boyfriend delivers you a little golden key. And with just a tiny degree of fear about what could be on the other side you unlock it. Much to your astonishment and disappointment, nothing is behind the door except the hallway leading inside. Charlie enters first and even as you follow, you half expect someone to jump out.

"I know I agreed not to make a big deal but how could I not?" He opens a door at the end of the hallway that leads to the kitchen. It's not a massive space but it's assuredly not small either, the whole place was already furnished but you recognise the surprise was truly what sat on the table. It was a two-tier cake covered in blue frosting including the words Happy Birthday scrawled across the top followed by your name.

"You... baked?"

"Mum sent it actually," Charlie chortled lightly as he wanders up behind you. Tossing a package of red with multicoloured polka-dots onto the table. "Sent this along too. Reckon it's a jumper or something."

"That was nice of her," You weren't sure of how to react to it all. Birthdays had never really been your thing but you appreciated that Mrs. Weasley had gone out of her way to make you something special.

"And from me..." He trails off and the sound of tiny tracks echo off the walls attended by an adorable yelp. Up to your feet slides an ash grey puppy who was more legs than anything else. It had bright blue eyes and floppy ears.

"You got me a dog?"

"I got us a dog- thought we needed a pet around here. I debated getting a crup but that'd be a disaster if your parents ever decide to visit." Crups were notorious for their dislike of muggles. You never understood why but he was right in his decision. The gesture was sweet but rather odd all things considered but still you smile. It was hard to be mad at something so cute and you weren't just talking about the dog. The puppy sits at your feet, wagging its little tail a mile a minute. There was no denying how adorable it was and at least it wasn't a dragon. Or a murtlap for that matter, those things were ugly. "You don't seem happy... do you not like him? I can take him back?" Kneeling, your hand drifts over the soft fur of the puppy's head. In response, the dog jumps up in an attempt to lick at your face. Your smile grows as you try to get away. "I think he likes you."

"What's his name?"

"Whatever you want? He's a Great Dane by the way." The puppy had calmed down a little and you stare as you ponder the perfect name for an ash grey Great Dane. "How about... Arlo?"

"Arlo?"

"Mhmm," You hum standing up straight. "And I'm plenty happy if not a little overwhelmed. You know how I feel when it comes to my birthday."

"I do," He nods casually. His palms snake around your waist drawing you flush against him "But I never want you to forget that someone cares about you- that I care about you so bloody much."

"I know you do," You give him a quick peck on the lips. "And I'm thankful for that and for all of this."

"Arlo is the perfect name, Happy Birthday" Your lips connect in a beautifully slow embrace that fills your body with warmth and as he pulls away, his forehead comes to rest against yours. The dog barking as it explores the kitchen. "I'm just so grateful that you decided to run away with me."

#Charlie Weasley x reader #Charlie Weasley #charlie weasley imagine #hogwarts mystery #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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Between the Stars [Pt.6]

Pairings: Past!Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Series warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Grief. Overall sadness. Depression. It’s pretty angsty if I’m being honest. Things mellow out as the series goes on. TW: Military/Spouse death

A/N: Good news! We are finally getting out of the terrible sadness! As a reminder, we are back to reader POV for this chapter. This chapter has a slight flashback from the last night and picks up right where the chapter ends. Thanks to my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky for looking this chapter over for me. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!****

When Natasha showed up this morning with iced coffee and a box of doughnuts, you were relieved and a little excited -- not just because she got the chocolate fudge one you like. Natasha had yet to stop by since arriving home, and it was nice to see with your own eyes that she truly was alive and back home for good. There was always this unease until you could see a returning soldier in person; really see that they were home safe and sound, so seeing your old friend did settle a tiny part of the restlessness in your heart. And outside of the random visits from Wanda before Bucky came home, you haven’t seen much of your friends and family. It all felt forced when you did manage a visit with them and after a few weeks of exhausting lunches and house calls, you simply stopped answering your door and left your phone on silent. It took too much energy to pretend, and you didn't have that much to spare nowadays.

After caffeine and baked goods, Bucky mentioned he had a few things he needed to take care of, stopping by his mom’s and an errand or two with Sam. Despite having Natasha there, you didn't want Bucky to go. He's rarely left your side since he came home, and there was a sense of peace knowing he was only a shout away. It was nice not to be completely alone, but Bucky couldn’t be there forever, and you knew that. He would eventually get a place of his own, figure out what he was doing with his life and move on.

Just like everyone else was doing, everyone but you.

Sooner or later, Bucky would no longer live in the bedroom down the hall, he would get a new job, and new life, and you would still be stuck, unable to move past the life you lost. So, you let him leave without a hint of hesitation on your part. Natasha seemed to sense something was off because the moment Bucky left, she asked how you were handling everything and, more importantly, how were you handling everything with Bucky. You didn't love her spying on a regular day, but you especially didn’t like it today. What was that supposed to mean anyway? Why would she even bring Bucky into the equation? You didn't ask because you honestly didn't want to hear her answer.

You had enough to deal with.

Natasha caught onto your annoyance fairly quickly and changed the subject, leaving both questions unanswered. She could figure out the answer for herself if she looked hard enough. While the dark circles under your eyes had faded thanks to your nights with Bucky, you saw how empty your eyes looked -- she could solve that mystery without help. You felt bad at first. Natasha was only trying to help, but everyone was “only trying to help,” and no one actually helped. No one but Bucky. He was the only one that made you feel… well, he made you more than the nothing that’s consumed you for months on end. You were less numb when he was around, things felt less empty, and your chest no longer felt as hollow. You felt more like yourself, or whatever new version of yourself you were now. Without Steve, you could never be yourself again, but Bucky made you feel like this version you were forced into wouldn't be so bad.

The ice between you and Natasha thawed the more she talked, and you relaxed some. Your laughs were still forced, and the exhaustion a performance like that brought on began to weigh you down after a few hours. You were grateful when she said she had to go and pick up dinner for Clint -- Pizza and cinnamon twists from the place in town. At the time, you wondered if you could talk Bucky into picking you up some instead of cooking. But now that he was home standing in front of you with what was supposedly your piano perched behind him, all you wanted to do was shove those cinnamon sticks down his throat till he chokes.

“Hey there, Trouble. Sorry, I’m late. I had to make a stop.”

You should have known he wasn’t going to simply drop it, it didn’t matter that it had been months since you sold the damn thing. It’s not in Bucky to let things go. He had to fix things. Bucky stood there, waiting for you were sure was your reaction and when your eyes darkened, he appeared to expect it.

“How fucking dare you,” you seethed.

Bucky took a deep breath and braced himself as you crossed the room, barreling towards him with a look he’s only seen once before in his life -- the night he told you he was joining the Army alongside Steve.

“Who the hell do you think you are? I didn’t ask you to get the damn thing back! I don't want it!”

“Y/n, I know you think you have to feel that way--”

"I’m going to stop you right there, James. You don't get to tell me what I feel now or what I should feel six months from now.”

Bucky took a deep breath, and after a second, he corrected himself.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and I know you know that. I only meant-- All you’ve wanted to do since I met you was play, your dad bought her for you. I’ve spent more nights than I could ever keep track of, listening to you play on the damn thing. This isn’t about Steve. She’s got more than memories of Steve attached to her. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself to be a good wife to Steve.”

You wanted to scoff at the suggestion, but maybe you were punishing yourself. Even if you were it didn’t matter. You didn’t want it in your house. You didn’t need a reminder of all the ways you failed Steve, your marriage, and yourself. You didn’t need to be reminded how off-track your life has become and how sixteen-year-old you would be devastated to see the person you’ve turned into in Steve's absence.

“I don’t want to play anymore, and I don’t want any of the Goddamn memories.”

“Bullshit.”

You narrowed your eyes, but Bucky stood his ground and stared back at you, no hint that he was going to back down. Bucky’s always been different from Steve. Steve would have apologized, told you he could get it out of the house if that was what you really wanted. He may have even followed through with that if only to hide it somewhere until you came around, but Bucky wasn't going to do that. Yes, he was gentle, softer with you than with anyone else, but in moments like this, things were different. He wasn’t afraid to push back a little, to challenge you if he had to.

“You’re a stubborn ass, you know that?” you snapped back.

“I’m a stubborn ass?” Bucky challenged, brows raised, and a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Have you looked in a mirror, sweetheart?”

You weren’t in the mood for some cute verbal sparring match. You were exhausted, and you ached all over. All you had wanted from the moment you woke up this morning was a quiet night with Bucky, maybe watch some trashy movie that allowed you to forget for a few hours and possibly allow you to get some sleep, but none of that was likely now.

“Get the damn thing out of my house, and you can go stay with Sam. I don’t care. Just get out and leave me alone.”

You turned to head back upstairs, but your anger quickly resurfaced with each step towards the stairs, you swiftly swung back around catching your second wind and stomped towards him and Bucky was still standing there as if he expected you to do exactly what you were doing. You wanted to hate him for knowing you that well.

“You know, you have no right, Bucky. I am grieving in my own way, and I don’t… I gave it away, okay?! I don’t want it, and you’re an a-asshole for bringing it b-back and forcing me to relive it a-all.”

Bucky stepped forward when your voice trembled but kept an arm’s distance between you. He could reach out and touch you if he thought that was what you wanted, but he wouldn’t until he was sure it was okay to do so.

“You about done? Get it all out?” He asked, much softer this time around.

That soft heart of his always found its way back at just the right time.

“Yes,” you spat back, it didn’t come out angry as you hoped. You sounded tired.

You were just so tired of everything.

Bucky slowly reached out and took your hand, pulling you towards the dreaded instrument in question. You let him drag you towards the bench and didn’t fight him when he gave you a playful nudge towards the keys. You rolled your eyes but let your free hand land on the keys, one following the other as the notes consumed the stale air of your living room, you never admit to his face, but you already felt a little better. Bucky let go of your hand, and you stepped closer to make sure it was, in fact, yours -- not that you thought Bucky would ever lie to you or try to trick you like that.

He cared about you far too much to hurt you like that.

Bucky broke the tautness between you with an easy smile and filled you in on some of his trip. “You'll be happy to know the little girl I bought it back from said my hair looked dumb.”

You snorted.

“It does look dumb.”

Bucky grinned at your playfulness. That’s been showing up more and more as of late, and he was more than willing to encourage it.

”Now, you’re just being mean, Trouble. It takes a long time to grow it out. What am I supposed to do, huh?”

You looked up from the white and black keys, grinning as your fingers played on their own accord. No real thought to the rhythm, but it was clear it was one they have memorized.

“Fine,” you conceded with feigned exasperation.”"You look handsome. Happy?”

“Handsome, huh?” Bucky mused, that self-satisfied grin on his face as he toyed with your words in his head, and you couldn’t help but get annoyed. As if he didn't know.

“Oh, shut up. You know you're good looking.”

Bucky laughed suddenly, surprised by your words, and it made you smile. You’ve always liked that laugh, the one he gives when he’s caught off guard; his eyes light up with that spark, his nose scrunches up, and his smile is so big you’re sure his cheeks hurt.

“I ain’t denying it. Just didn’t think you thought so.”

Your fingers faltered, and A sharp was hit by mistake, piercing your ears and Buckys from the grimace he made. It’s been a long time since you thought of Bucky in that way, not that he hasn’t always been attractive, and he’s only become more beautiful as he aged, but standing in front of him now made you feel shy and uncertain for some reason. How had he not known you’ve always found him beautiful? This wasn’t something you should be thinking, let alone saying out loud. You shouldn’t see Bucky that way or anyone for that matter.

It was unfair to your marriage and to Steve.

Bucky shook his head as if he was annoyed with himself because he was thinking the same things you were, and he lifted his dusty black boot towards the bottom of the piano to change the subject or maybe to clear the uncomfortable tightness that returned to the room and forget their moment of disloyalty.

“Come on.”

You followed Bucky without protest; both of you slipped under the piano lying shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the unpainted wood on the bottom where your initials rested next to J.B.B. You ran your fingers over the slightly faded marker and smiled.

“That was a long time ago.”

Bucky hummed in agreement. “Another lifetime.”

“When you wrote that…” You dropped your arm onto your stomach and turned your head to meet Bucky's eyes. “Did you know this is where we would end up?”

“No,” Bucky opened his mouth again but quickly snapped it shut. He obviously wanted to say something, but some part of him, his head or his heart you weren’t sure, were telling him not to.

“No, Trouble. I didn’t know we would end up here. I thought-- I knew you would always be in my life, but I didn't think we would ever be here.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and held your hand out, which he took right away. Your fingers laced together, and he brought your hands up to rest on his chest. Quiet settled over you, and you laid there, staring at the aging Sharpie markings. Things were so different then. If you could go back and ask the girl who scribbled her initials next to Bucky’s if she knew where she was going to end up in the next few decades, she would have told you with absolute certainty, laying right here next to Bucky.

She was ignorant and so naive, and maybe a part of you still was because for just a few moments it felt like everything would be okay, it would all be okay as long as you stayed here under your piano, holding Bucky's hand.

“Play for me?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence with a gentle whisper.

That wasn’t a strange request, and it’s one you’ve heard fall from his lips a hundred times before. When you were young and foolish, Bucky used to ask you to play for him all the time, and usually, you were happy to oblige. This wasn’t about that, though. There was a question in his voice that said he wanted to know this was okay, that what he did was okay and that you were okay because if you weren’t and you really hated having it back, he would get rid of it.

“What do you want to hear?”

You didn’t mind having the piano back, and it was only right that Bucky was the one that brought it home to you.

“How about the song you liked to play from that movie. Shit, what was it? Swallow. Eh, no. Shallow?”

“I hate love songs.”

Bucky smiled.

“No, you don't.”

You smiled despite yourself and whispered, “I want to.”

Bucky placed a kiss to your forehead and whispered against your skin, “No, you don’t.”

It was unfair how well Bucky knew you. He knew nearly everything about you. He knew you hated to be told when you were wrong when you knew you were absolutely right. Bucky knew when you were lying and when you were throwing up your walls to hide the more delicate side of your heart, only a few have seen. You pretend to be tough by saying things like that, so no one could see how gentle you really were under it all. It was infuriating and comforting to have someone who knew you inside and out, but it often made it hard to keep the broken parts hidden.

“I’ll play for you, but I just wanna lay here a little bit longer, okay?”

He knew most of your secrets; you only wished he would trust you with some of his.

“Okay, Y/n, We can stay here as long as you want,” Bucky promised.

“And then order a pizza?”

Bucky chuckled and gave the hand he was still holding a soft squeeze.

“If that's what you want, Trouble.”

You grinned but didn’t say a word, simply closed your eyes and let your head fall into the crook of his arm. Things were less scary when Bucky was around, so it was okay to let your guard fall for a short while. He would brave the dark with you if he had to, help you figure out what your new normal was and what parts of your past were okay to keep.

It made you feel as if maybe one day in the near future, everything would be okay again. At the very least, there would be pizza and Bucky, and that was enough.

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ROTTMNT Fanfiction: Frayed Part 1

Description: Sequel to Shattered Donnie has his difficulties, but he’s always had his family to depend on. That was before Draxum came into the picture

Pairings: LESS THEN NONE

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Donnie, Leo, Draxum, Mikey and Raph

Genre: Hurt/Comfort , Angst, Family

Rating: G

As much as Leo liked to think he was a wordsmith, a artisan of words, sometimes there was only one was to describe a situation. And this particular situation only needed one word to describe it

His hands came up, trying to pry the vine that had been at his throat. A pair of hands shook at his shoulders, hard enough for him to finally cough loudly gasping for air, a hand rubbed at his shell through his black gi, “Are you ok?!” Asked a frantic voice

Though his body was telling him otherwise he nodded finally opening his eyes, Don was looking down on him with a concerned look, with the black gi and red mask. Glancing around Leo was grateful that Draxum had thought to put Raph and Mikey were with him but while Raph was sitting up but his head resting to the side told him that he wasn’t awake, it took him a bit to realize that the biggest brother was cradling a unconscious Mikey in his arms he was about to ask if the youngest was awake , but his throat constricted again causing him to cough loudly. Don wrapped arm around his shoulders, “Leo take a deep breath, “Leo struggled to comply grateful for the oxygen stinging his throat

“Pathetic.”

Leo had almost forgotten about the metal cage. He had remembered Draxum had ambushed them at the Dark Armor, trapping them in vines. He remembered one of them finding its way around his neck, barely giving his airway for the oxygen he so desperately needed. Donnie glared up at the villain responsible for their state “Where’s April?!” He demanded

“Your human friend is fine, I sent her back to your “ Draxum gave a disgusted shiver and eye roll, “rat. Hopefully it will give him the motivation to bring me the last piece of the dark armor. If not.” Gave a lazy twirl of his wrist, “I guess I will do with you as I see fit.”

Leo knew Draxum was trying to scare them. He opened his mouth make a quip before he coughed again, he rubbed at his throat, desperate to relieve the pain. Don gave him a concerned look, glancing to the ret of their brothers before standing up, “Draxum, given me Leo’s medkit.”

Draxum turned to look at them, “You dare make demands of me!?”

“The small white box Leo had on him, I need it to help my brothers.”Donnie gripped the bars of the cage, “My brothers might have internal bleeding you overgrown Capra Aegagrus Hircus. If you have any sort of heart in you you’ll let me help them”

Leo wasn’t sure what that meant but Draxum turned to look at him fully. There was so meting in his eyes, as though looking at Donnie for the first time. Before anyone could move, a vine shot out and grabbed him around the chest, shoving him hard against the back bars of the cage. Causing the metal bards to dig into his soft leathery shell, his teeth gritted in pain. Leo jumped and grabbed at the vine, trying to pull it off of him, “st-“ Draxum’s eyes bore on Donatello, as though studying his pain with a scientific eye. Without looking away a vine knocked Leo off of the first vine causing him to land on Raphael. His older brother waking with a start. “I thought so, you’re the soft shell.” With another twitch, Donnie was pulled forward pulling him to the front of the cage with the same force as he had before. Despite having only been somewhat awake for a few seconds, Raph let out a low growl, “Let. Him go you-“he had started to move to his knees but lightheadedness must of taken over again, causing Raph to almost fall on his side. Leo supported him the best he could as Raph struggled for air. Watching helplessly as Draxum’s fingers caught Donnie around the jawline, forcing their eyes to meet, “I can still see you have that sensitive shell.”his fingers nails digging into this skin, “After Lou Jitsu interfered with my experiment, I thought all my work as for nothing. Except your so called brothers’ turned out fine, if younger then I needed.” Draxum’s eyes narrowed, “Not you, you trembled you shrieked if anything touched your. Of all your brothers. I considered you to be the only failure. Your ‘Splinter’ denied it, but I Knew something was wrong with you. I should of throw you away with the trash when I had a chance.” At this point Draxum’s face was nearly a millimeter from his brothers, “ Trust me when I say I wont make that mistake twice” With a flourish, Donnie was thrown back into the cage, bouncing off Raph’s outstretched arm, how had tried to keep him from landing too hard.’ Leo moved close, “D-nee.” He croaked out, he tired to touch his brothers shell to check for any bruising, but Donnie flinched from his touch “I’m fine.”

“Dee-“

“I said I’m fine.” His voice held al the bitterment of his usual personality, but his eyes held a shimmer of tears, before turning to him, “maybe I can help without the medkit.”

He knew Donnie wasn’t alright, but he did the best he could helping Leo and Mikey. Before going off sitting by himself. Raph had tried to talk to him, but Leo had given him a shake of his head . Eventually they would escape, and destroy the dark armor.

But he would never forget what Draxum had said

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

“”MONOPOLY!!” Leo shrieked with glee as Mikey landed on one of his properties, “Pay up!!!” He said, leaning over the board and holding his hand out to his youngest brother, who was holding his last few hundred play dollars to his chest like it was his last child

“B-B-but, “ Mikey looked at his last few hundred play dollars as though they were his children, “But I’m your favorite brother.”

“All’s fair in love and war Mikearino.” Leo , with some difficulty, peeled the money from his hands, leaving him with a single dollar. Almost collectively the entire group groaned. Draxum had his doubts when Michelangelo had recommended a weekly ritual known as ‘Game Night’ to be held in his place of residence atleast one day a week (having it at the Turtles home was out of the question according to Master Splinter). He hadn’t been sure of hosting the vent at first. But during that first night of Games, as Draxum watched the red slider turtle dominate game after game, (always with a victory cheer of the games title) he could say one thing

This was the biggest mistake of his life

He drug his hand down his face the table giving a small tremble as Leonardo climbed on top of it, dong some sort of dance he had seen on the World Wide Web with a giant grin, “DOWN turtle, I just procured this table from the IKEA.”

Leonardo puffed his face at him before blowing out air , “What ever.” He jumped down from the table with a flourish. Taking up the dice again, “Now, whose turn is it to weep at my glory and join Raphael in bankruptcy jail?”

Draxum frowned, looking back at his fake money, he had fallen on Leonardo’s property enough times to have only a few hundreds left and no desire to be victim to theoretical bankruptcy. Thankfully it was not his turn, his fell on the purple turtle who was studying the board with analytical eyes. Ignoring Raphael rolling out his turn and wailing as Leo began to wrestle him for his money. The purple turtle hadn’t been playing as well as Leonardo, but judging by the few properties he had purchased he had a strategy in mind. Donatello caught him looking in his direction and frowned slightly before looking back to the board

Draxum stood up, “I will return with snacks,” he announced, though the group was largely distracted by Raphael weeping over his loss of his money. He was unsure how the turtles had so much energy this late at night. But it was almost admirable. He opened the freezer and drew out a ice tray, twisting the frame and popping out the ice cubes and pouring them into a bowl.

“Um, Draxie? What are those?” Mikey asked, looking around him with a confused look on his face

“Last we spoke you mentioned a desert called iced cream, well I have painstakingly made my own iced cream.” He looked to the smallest turtle, waiting to be showered in his praise only for Mikey to look at the white cubes in the bowls , ‘Um dude, did you just put milk in ice trays?”

“And sugar. Is that not ice cream?” Sure he had taken some liberties, but he was sure this would be indistinguishable from the real thing, but before he could rectify the situation, Mikey leaned over, squishing his face against his arm, “Its ok Beary you’re trying!! Buuut do you have anything else we can snack on? Other then what you set out?” With a expression Draxum can only describe as dread, he looked back over to the table and snack bowl Draxum had set up earlier. He wasn’t sure why no on had touched it, the bag he had poured it from has seemed Fine. IT had a dog on the cover, it was apparently made for ‘large’ animals, and it had been rather cheap. Not to mention it was supposed to be great for fur (of which he had none of but he figured it was a side affect)

Draxum huffed before going through his designated ‘snack cabinet’ mostly full of ‘ray-men’ packs and granola bars’, “Does anyone here enjoy gravy flavored granola cards?” Judging by the looks of disgust on the turtles face, they didn’t He let out a low growl before returning o his cabinet, “I will find something to feed you with. In the mean time satisfy yourselves with my soft drinks. Michelangelo you may play in my place.”

At the chance to play agin, Mikey let out a squeal of delight, giving him a quick squeeze before loading his arms full of his soda and hurrying back to the table. Draxum, failing to find any non granola snack growled under his breath and moved back to the table just as a tiny plastic house smacked Donnie in the forehead, “Leonardo do not make a mess.”Draxum commanded

“Its not my fault Don’s forehead is a easy target.” Leo grinned before another plastic house hit him in the eye, causing him to yelp , grabbing at his face “how DARE you! You could of scratched my perfect face!”

“I mean, with a face like that you cant’ really ruin it more can you.” Donnie said For the first time all night Donnie has a smirk Draxum has seen him have many times. Leo grins back and before Draxum realized what was about to happen. Each of the turtles has a arm full of Monopoly houses and are chucking them at each other, dashing around the room with loud shouts of laughter. Draxum allows himself a breath, to calm his nerves, before he hair flies on end, his vine shot out of his wall, catching Leonardo by the ankle and yanking up causing him to yelp loudly and drop all his artillery , “DO NOT SHOWER MY HOUSE WITH TINY PLASTIC HOUSES!’ He demanded to the turtles frozen in mid throw

“Technically it’s a Apartment. Not a house.”Leo said crossing his arms over his chest unfazed by his predicament.

Draxum gave him a glare, “You four, clean this up. Or you can’t have any Scandinavian Soda.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment to to me.” Leo mumbled. Draxum lets out a growl before releasing Leo’s ankle. With a shriek Leo landed upside down before wiggling around to a position on his knees, still grumbling. His brothers joining him.

The Warring Alchemist has noticed a few things about these turtles that he hadn’t when they were enemies, namely now that he wasn’t threatening to torture them they didn’t seem to fear him as much and that came out in different ways. Mikey had accepted him a friend and a reluctant family member. Mostly unwilling on his part, but the box turtle had been hard to refuse with as eager as he was. Raphael seemed to respect hm to a extent, a friendly attitude but atleast he was willing to give him a chance.

That left the two problem turtles

Leonardo had a more flippant attitude with him. At first he had taken it the same as he had taken Mikeys’ laxness around him, that he had accepted him. But that didn’t feel right. He couldn’t put his finger on it, he wasn’t aggressive, or anymore of a (what was the word?) Nick Head. The purple one was also hard for him to read.

But of course, that was probably how he wanted it

Speaking of purple , Leonardo had started searching by him, going out of his way to bump shoulders with a laugh, “bet I’ll find more then you!” Leo challenged before crawling off at a higher speed. Don grinned after him, “In your dreams Lamenardo!” With that he looks around, unable to find more he shifts under the table. Draxum can only pinch the bridge between his eyes when he realizes, rather then take this as a punishment, they are treating it like a childish game.

Leo suddenly shot up to a standing position, “I WIN!” He said holding up a handful of Monopoly houses

There’s a squawk of despair but before more dreaded hijinks there was a loud banging sound as something hit the table from underneath with a cursed shout. Leonardo’s demeanor changed In a split second, “Dee? You ok?” When he didn’t get a answer, he ducked down to check under the table. Draxum rolled his eyes before returning to his search. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the two emerge from under the table, Donatello was holding his shoulder with a pained look on his face , “how hard did you hit your shell?” Leo asked, Draxum almost couldn’t believe this was the same turtle who he had seen steal the same purple turtles phone and threaten to drop it in the toilet if the purple turtle didn’t admit Leonardo was his favorite Blue turtle

Which he had

Twelve times

That night

The normally self assured turtle gave a tremble, “its fine.” He said between his teeth

Leonardo’s brow furrowed in concern, for someone who had only ever seen the red slider turtle with a annoying sneer or laugh it should seem out of place. But its almost as though it was his nature to be concerned as it was for him to be witch (No that wasn’t the word, bitch? Bitch was the word?) “Do you want me to look at your shell?”

“Please.” Draxum rolled his eyes, “his shell is meant to protect his inferior body, if he can’t handle bumping it then he might as well not have one.” The room becomes silent in a way that even he notices. He looks back into the room, Raph is giving him a somewhat disappointed expression that he doesn’t understand and even Mikey looks unhappy with him. Donatello doesn’t even look in his direction, but actively avoiding looking at him. Leonardo however, is glaring at him. Again, his entire nature seems to change in a split second with dagger sin his eyes.

It reminds Draxum of a few weeks ago Draxum had been walking home with groceries when he had seen a pair of stray dogs in a alley. One of them had been panting heavily but asleep while the other was laying down in front of it, looking around without a concern in the world with a flapping tail. . Draxum had taken out some meat he had bought to give it to them, but the carefree dog had immediately gotten up growling at him. It took a while later for him to understand that the sleeping dog had probably been sick and the other one was staying nearby to protect it incase it needed help.

Sarcastic, Concerned, and now Protective

He wondered which one fo these was the true Leonardo.

In response to the change in atmosphere he rolled his eyes with a groan, “I am informed that I do not have any appropriate snacks, and that my iced cream is insufficient. I will leave to procure the snacks required to continue our game night. DO not set anything on fire while I am gone.” He said before grabbing his large trench coat, and stepping out of the door.

He could not bear to be in the prescience of such weakness.

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

If Leo was being honest, he hadn’t been too enthusiastic when Mikey had recommended a game night at Draxum’s. He had tried to offhandedly comment on his concerns, but Mikeys’ eyes had immediately filled with tears looking to him as though he was the one thing standing between him and his dreams.

For someone who hated being called the baby fo the family, Mikey really did know how to use it for his advantage.

But now, glaring after the former Goat Baron he wondered if he should of protested more. Instead he turned his attention to Don, who was still hugging himself , “Are you sure you don’t want me to look at your shell?” He had already moved to touch is brothers shoulder but Donnie had pulled away half heartedly, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself, “I said i’m fine.”

“A-“ Mikey didn’t look like he knew what to do, except look anxious,” He didn’t mean that, ok? He’s just adjusting and he doesn’t realize everything he’s saying”

“Sure seemed like he did.” Leo huffed, he looked over to Raph to vent his reaction. He could tell Raph was disappointed in Draxum, but judging by their eye contact, he was gauging his and Don’s reaction to see how angry he should get.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault that Don’s shell was so sensitive, it had been a problem when they were kids, but as they had gotten older it had become easier for Don to handle slight touches. And nowadays he didn’t have a problem with people touching his shell, and thanks to the Battle Shell his shell was tougher if not more so than his brothers. But he still couldn’t handle someone bumping into it or hitting it on stuff without something to protect it.

Leo had known Don had been stressed about coming here, but seeing his brother sitting on the couch, barely containing his soft trembles. He looked to Mikey, “Hey I’m getting bored, I’m goin to bounce and do something fun,”

Mikey opened his mouth to complain, but then Leo glanced at Donnie then back at him. Luckily the orange turtle seemed to understand, “ok, will you atleast come back again next week? I’ll make sure Draxum has good snacks. And I’ll talk to him about what he said.”

“Ok good, cause I’m pretty sure his Chex mix is just dog food.” Leo took his leathery jacket from the coat rack before looking back, ‘Dee? Wanna come with?”

His brother looked at him with a look that clearly said, ‘ you’re not fooling anyone’ but sighed “yeah no problem.” Donnie took his purple Sherpa lined jacket over his hoodie both saying their goodbyes before leaving out fo the apartment building. It was weird to be there without seeing April, but she had mentioned she had a art project coming up and that she didn’t have time to hang out this week.

A lot of things had changed since Draxum had come into their lives

“Ok let me have it.”

“Huh?” Leo looked up in time to duck around a ice over light pole, Don looked up from his phone with a unamused look, “You want to vent. I can tell. Talk to me Lee.”

“I-“ he almost denied how he felt, but there was no point , “I don’t’ get why we have to hang out with that Man Bunned Butt Man, are we seriously supposed to act like he never tried to kill us?”

“Like the time he threw you off the roof?”

Leo threw his hands in the air, “LIKE THE TIME HE ME OFF A ROOF!” That was never going to be ok. Not to mention what had happened when they were captured ,he gave his brother guilty look, “I know you didn’t want to talk about it but are you sure you don’t want to to tell Mikey about what Draxum told you? Maybe if he knew want Draxum said to you-‘ before he could finish his sentence Donnie poked him hard in the face, causing Leo to yelp and rub his cheeks, “RUDE.”

Don , sighed before looking away from his phone, “I’m not ok with what he said to me that night. Or what he said to me tonight. I don’t even particularly like the idea of spending time with him, but if he’s willing to try to be a better guy then I’m willing to put up with it for.” Don looked back to his phone, “Unless he pisses me off too much in which case I drop him off with the Hidden City Police faster then I use the Fibonacci sequence. And you promised you would’ tell Mikey.”

That was true, and he had been warned that if he had revealed what Draxum said, Donnie was going to release a video online called “Leo’s broadway audition 2019” which was a threat he was not taking lightly. Even so he looked to his favorite purple turtle and sighed, “I wont,” before opening his arms with a whimpering question in his eyes.

Don glanced at him in confusion for a moment before smiling and rolling his eyes, “Yes you can hug me.”

“Yayzzz.” He said before throwing his arms around Donnie ,careful of his shell and hugged him tightly. He had no problem letting go if Don became uncomfortable but when Donnie rested his cheek on his shoulder, he knew there wouldn’t be a problem. Other then then Ignoring the passing people on the street. As cold as it was Leo was surprised that anyone was out other then them. Speaking of cold, “Hey man, we’re getting close to our favorite Bodegaaaa and I’m feeling snackish. I heard they just got in Extra Spicy Komodo Dragon Pepper Chips. I wanna buy some peanut butter ice cream and sprinkle it on top.”

“Oh no Leo no,” Donnie groaned in despair, “I’m begging you, no. I can’t handle another night of you taking baths full of milk because you think you’re ‘metal-“

“Too late we’re doing it!” Leo ducked behind him and guided Donnie forward by the shoulders . what else was better to eat on a cold day anyway then hot spicy chips?! Blatantly ignoring his brothers whines he guided Donnie around to their favorite Bodega that hey had been visiting (tormenting ) since they were old enough to go to the surface on their own. But the minute They get closer to the door, Leo could already hear the loud music blaring on the speakers inside he was about to change his mind when Don stepped out of his grasp, “Ok I think I’m going to sit this one out . I’ll wait out here, Just be sure to bring back a gallon of sugar free vanilla ice cream for me.”

“No prob Dee.” Leo said with a happy salute before hopping side to begin his quest for overly spicy chips that he claimed he could handle but obviously couldn’t. Don let out a full smile , shaking his head at his brothers antics. Leave it to Leo to cheer him up and finally get the shaking to leave his hands. But that was Leos’ best skill in Don’s opinion. He leaned his shell against the building and took out his phone agin.

A loud scoff filled his ears, at first Donnie thinks that Leo is playing a victim card again, but when he looks up all he see is Draxum on the sidewalk, carrying two grocery bags that seemed to be filled with various ice creams, “Let me guess, you’re too sensitive to handle a little store so your brother went in instead of you?”

Donnie made sure to roll his eyes, “NO he wanted some snacks so I’m waiting for him out here.”

“you’re not stupid ,you know he coddles you. Treats you like you’re inferior because he feels sorry for you.”

“Uh Huh.” Donnie pulled his phone back out, “remind me to show you how to use the internet. It’s the best place to share opinions no one cares about.” He’s almost satisfied at Draxum’s low growl, the former villain steps closer. Donnie doesn’t look to him but his free hand is under the lower lip of his shell, fingering his multi-tool bo staff

“The sooner you realize you were born wrong, the sooner you can stop being a burden to them.” With that Draxum steps away, walking back the way he came to continue a game night with the two remaining brothers. Don waits till Draxum’s out of ear shot before he takes a shake breath and stuffs his hands in his pocket.

Unlike last time he knows that there’s nothing that will stop his hands from shaking

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moneymingyu · 4 years

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The Fight

[summary: the events that transpire the night before jeonghan proposes]

pairing: idol!jeonghan x non idol!reader

word count: 2,433

genre: angst

warning: depictions of a minor anxiety attack

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His ears are still ringing, adrenaline pumping through his veins that causes his head to spin as he rides through the high that only the stage could bring him. He was born for this, people say. He looses himself for a second in this sea of a thousand faces as he bows with his members before exiting stage left and hopping down the stairs.

“Great show, Jeonghan!” somebody says, putting him on the shoulder in this backstage haze. There are more people congratulating him, more people proposing dinner celebrations and drinks on them but all Jeonghan can think about is how fast he’s crashing and how the ache in his knees and feet are rising into his chest until he can’t hear anything but the rush of blood sloshing in his ears as he fumbles with his bag and pulls out his cell phone.

[1] New Message

From: My Love ❤️

Jeonghan, we need to talk.

[3] Missed Calls

From: My Love ❤️

[1] New Message

From: My Love ❤️

I don’t think I can do this anymore...

[1] New Message

From: My Love ❤️

Jeonghan, I know your concert hasn’t started yet. We need to talk now.

[1] New Message

From: My Love ❤️

You can’t avoid this forever, Jeonghan...You saw it coming too.

[1] New Message

From: My Love ❤️

Your concert has already started, I see...Jeonghan, let’s be real. You and I are as close as strangers now. All of these late nights and time zones...I’m not sure I can do this anymore...I’m sorry...

He feels his legs buckle underneath him.

No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Not today. No, no, no-

“Hyung? Are you okay?” a voice says from behind him, shaking his shoulder. “Hyung. Hey. Hyung! Can you hear me?” Over the pounding in his head, he can just barely make out the concern in Dokyeom’s voice as he feels the younger squat down next to him. He sounds almost a mile away. “Mingyu, get ‘Cheol!” he calls out, frantically wiping at Jeonghan’s cheeks. “Hey, hyung. It’s okay! Hey, can you hear me? Can we get some oxygen over here?! Jeonghannie isn’t breathing well!”

Before Jeonghan knows it, there’s a mask being shoved over his face. Long strands of his hair get tangled in the plastic tubes and stick to his sweaty forehead and tear stained cheeks. He suddenly feels a hand pushing them away and instantly knows they belong to Joshua. He opens his eyes and sees a moment of panic flicker in the younger’s eyes before they go back to their normal, stoic gaze.

“You okay now?” Joshua asks as he gently pulls away the mask. Jeonghan instantly collapses into his arms and continues to sob into his shoulder, no doubt smudging make up all over his plain white shirt. “There, there,” he whispers, rubbing a soothing circle on his back. “Let’s go back to the hotel, hm?”

With shaky legs, he’s hoisted up by Joshua and Seungcheol, who has always had a problem masking his worries. Seungcheol’s effort to avoid eye contact doesn’t go unnoticed but Jeonghan decides not to comment on it. Jeonghan knows he can’t look at him, not when his face is a mess of tears and snot and sweat. He knows the oldest of the group is prone to crying when somebody else cries. He feels bad for making him worry. He doesn’t deserve a friend like him.

At the hotel, Joshua runs him a warm bath. He offers to bathe with him (because, well. That’s just what members do sometimes) but Jeonghan shakes his head. Instead, Joshua squats down beside the tub and washes gently washes his hair for him, humming a small, familiar tune from a song that only he and his members know.

Before he knows it, he’s swaddled in the slightly yellowing white sheets of his all too big hotel bed. His head lays on Dokyeom’s chest as the younger hugs him tightly (because “hugs can fix anything,” according to Dokyeom). Joshua is flicking through a book in a chair next to the bed while Seungcheol sits at the edge with Jeonghan’s feet in his lap, massaging them slowly.

“Hyung. You should have told us you had something on your chest!” Dokyeom frowns. Jeonghan thinks it’s cute when the younger tries to scold him. His eyes always have too much worry and not enough sternness to them. Jeonghan wants to make sure nothing will ever cause the lights in Dokyeom’s eyes to fade away. “We want to take care of you too! You don’t always have to take care of us!” Jeonghan hums in response.

His head isn’t spinning like before but a soft thud in his temples does remind him that he should take a tylenol after he eats whatever Seungcheol ordered from room service.

“What even happened back there?” Dokyeom whispers.

It’s not like he’s prodding for an answer. Jeonghan knows that. He knows that Dokyeom will accept his silence and move on. He knows that he can keep his pain a secret. He knows that after years of being together, none of them can push another to talk about something until the person feels up for it.

And yet, as he sees the worry set on Seungcheol’s face, feels the slight shaking from Dokyeom as he holds back his tears, sees the way Joshua’s eyes constantly flick up to check on him, he can’t help but feel it’d be selfish of him to keep this a secret.

So, with a deep breath and a crack in his voice, he says, “YN wants to break up with me.”

It’s like the world stops spinning and all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the room.

“What?” It’s Dokyeom to break the silence first. His voice is still soft; a whisper almost, as if any louder could shatter this moment into a million tiny pieces.

Jeonghan sniffles. “They said-“ he stutters for a breath, “they said that they couldn’t do this anymore. I’m a stranger now.” He feels the tears rushing out of him now, like a dam has just bursted in his tear ducts. His chest tightens as he tries to regulate his breathing. “I-I didn’t even realize and I-“

“Sshh,” Joshua shifts to sit on the bed. He grabs a tissue from the box on the side table and uses it to gently wipe his rosy cheeks. “Have you talked to them?” Jeonghan shakes his head. He doesn’t even know where his phone is.

“But, hyung...” Dokyeom frowns. “You were gonna-“

Seungcheol quickly smacks the younger’s leg, shaking his head in warning as Jeonghan starts to cry even harder.

Jeonghan can’t bring himself to look at Seungcheol. He can’t bring himself to see the remorse on his face.

There’s a hole burning in Jeonghan’s backpack. Seungcheol eyes the pocket sadly. A small box. A promise. A forever.

Seungcheol thinks back to seven weeks ago when Jeonghan slowly entered his room asking to talk to him, hesitant and even a bit reluctant. He remembers that it was the first time in his life he’s ever seen the nonchalant facade, that only Yoon Jeonghan can keep up, falter. He watched the younger twiddle his fingers and intake a shaky breath before asking if it’d be alright propose to you, apologies profusely falling from his lips. Seungcheol remembers tearing up, telling him that it wasn’t up to him. If it was what Jeonghan wanted, he’d stand firmly by him. He remembers how hard Jeonghan cried because he loves you but he loves this band too. He didn’t want to put the careers of his 12 brothers in jeopardy but he also knew you were getting tired of waiting.

So, the two of the devised a plan. They’d go on tour, one last hoorah for this band of brothers, before Jeonghan would come back and promise you the forever you deserved.

One day.

Jeonghan literally had one more day away from you.

He was supposed to fly back tomorrow morning and surprise you that evening.

Seungcheol exhales sadly. “Hannie...” he frowns, moving so that Jeonghan could lay on his chest.

Jeonghan mainly blames himself.

You deserved so much more. He knew a paragraph text and a selfie could only do so much. You deserved someone who could be there for you, somebody who could hold you, somebody who could talk with you and buy groceries with you and stroll along the street with you. You deserved somebody who could give you forever.

Dokyeom watches helplessly from the side. Joshua, who notices the way he’s on the brink of tears, brings himself to his feet.

“DK,” he says, “why don’t you and I go see where Hoshi is. Hm?”

The youngest nods slowly. He knows the last thing they need is two people crying. He stands up and rounds the bed until he can see the parts of Jeonghan’s face that isn’t buried in Seungcheol’s neck. He grabs hold of one of his hands and smiles sadly.

“Hyung, stay strong. You still have tomorrow, don’t you?” he says hopefully before squeezing his palm. “I love you, Hannie. We’re all here for you.” With that, Joshua escorts him out of the room with one last nod to Seungcheol. Take care of him, it says.

Seungcheol isn’t sure how long he holds Jeonghan until his sobs subside into sniffles but he holds him the entire time, rocking the both of them back and forth to the lull of some forgotten lyrics they scrapped way back when.

“What am I supposed to do?” Jeonghan whispers, defeated. “I love them.”

Seungcheol thinks he’s the most inadequate person for this type of situation. He’s never been in love. Hell, his entire dating career has just been bouts of him hooking up with other people in hopes of feeling something that might equate to love.

But, even if he doesn’t know much about love, he does know a lot about Jeonghan. As the two eldest members of the group, they’ve gone through hell and back together. Where Seungcheol is lacking, he has Jeonghan by his side to make up for it. They’ve seen each other at rock bottom and have picked up the broken pieces of this group until their hands bled.

And if there was one thing that Seungcheol knew about Jeonghan, one thing that he both admired yet sometimes hated about Jeonghan, was the fact that the Yoon Jeonghan would never go down without a fight. He’d fight tooth and nail for what he wanted.

So, with this in mind, Seungcheol says, “Well if I were you, I’d march right up to YN and say ‘Hey! What the fuck?! I was about to propose here!’” It’s enough to make Jeonghan giggle for the first time all day. The younger smacks his chest playfully before pulling himself to a seated position, wiping his eyes with a tissue. “Jeonghan,” Seungcheol says, causing him to look up. “You can’t just give up.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jeonghan scoffs. “Love is a fucking warzone and I’m holding a grenade right now.” He shakes his head and lets his eyes drop down to his lap. “I’m an idiot.”

“Hey,” Seungcheol frowns. “I will not stand for my best friend bashing himself. All of those rights are reserved for me and occasionally Joshua.”

“Hey!”

“But,” he softly smiles, “if I’m being honest, you are an idiot. An actual stupid fucking idiot.”

“Gee, thanks hyung,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I wasn’t done! Let me talk!” Seungcheol huffs, finally getting the younger one to quiet down. “You’re an idiot, Jeonghan. An actual, certified idiot. And do you know why?” After a long pause, Jeonghan meets his eyes. “Because love is a warzone. But you don’t just...get thrown into one,” he waves his hand.

“Well actually-“

“Jeonghan!” He instantly quiets. “What I’m saying is that in most cases, you have to go through strenuous training to even be allowed the opportunity to step foot on the field. And after all of that, you still have to fight many small battles in order to win the war.”

“You suck at motivational speeches,” Jeonghan pouts. “It may work on the little ones but-“

“But listen,” Seungcheol’s voice drops down to a low tone. “You’re already stupid enough to be holding the grenade in the first place. Either throw the grenade back to where it came from or blow up with it.”

Jeonghan stares at Seungcheol.

He’s right and as much as Jeonghan hates to admit it, he is.

He starts to think back at all of the sleepless nights he used to go through just for a second to talk on the phone with you. He remembers when he would set alarms so that he could send you a good morning and good night text. He remembers planning out his day so meticulously just so that he could eat at the same time as you.

He’s fought hard for you. He’ll admit that. From loosing sleep over you to arguing with you, Jeonghan has to admit that he’s changed because of you. He’s cut off old parts of himself and has become something that five years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined could have ever been him.

And it’s been for the better.

That’s why, the next morning, Jeonghan gets on the plane with his members in tow. He recites a speech in his head and replays it over and over again despite the fact that the words are starting to jumble together into the white noise. He repeats and repeats it until he’s rolling his luggage through the airport.

He hugs his members one by one. He thanks them all for their parts and rolls, no character too big or too small in his story.

Jeonghan then drives for what seems like days, weeks, months. His mind flashing with different memories. The first time you guys met, the fist time you guys kissed, your first arguments, the first time you guys cried for the other, the first time you guys cried because of the other, the very first “I love you.”

His body is pumping with the adrenaline he thought that only the stage could give him. He knows his members are blowing up his phone, sending him texts of encouragement and love but he can’t be bothered to check them as he finally finds himself at your doorstep.

He knocks twice and watches as the door swings open.

There you are in all of your beauty. The wind is knocked out of him as a whirlwind of emotions from the past five years with you by his side all hits him at once.

“Jeonghan?” you whisper, eyes in disbelief.

“Hey,” he smiles, fingers curling around the box hidden behind his back. “Can we talk?”

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urlocalbunny · 3 years

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.threesome - aaron/elo/ivan.

Hello, babes! I know it November but national exams got me good and I'm having a lot of fun. I've finished kinktober officially, the only thing missing is proofreading and time, two things I currently don't have, but I'll have soon, I hope.

I have other five OS' proof read, so please look forward to It!

I got too carried away, so please enjoy this 3,320 words. Kinktober was supposed to be 1000 MOST for me. I can't do anything according to plan. Holy Moly.

Aaron was ultimately tired. That was it. His head throbbed with the need to sleep, but he couldn't yet. He just helped Ivan with his training, and now Eloise needed some help with swords. That was a lot to take in. Ever since Eloise appeared in the manor as a young vampire, they became a handful. That was just because Aaron was very adamant about "raising them to be great fighters."

He knew how much it counted for their bodies in the long run. Eloise was a controlled vampire due to not suffering an accident like Ivan, so Aaron would wait for her to feed, and then they'd help him.

Even if they were getting great results, he couldn't help but worry.

"-ron? Aaron!" Someone shook his shoulder. Eloise had an annoyed expression on her face. "I've been calling you for solid five minutes! You scared me!" She huffed, sitting close to his side on the bed. He could feel her hips smashing on his ribs. He swallowed deeply. "I think we should take a break. How about we watch TV with Ivan?"

"You know I don't like that TV stuff. It hurts my eyes. Let's lay down in the grass outside instead."

"You're so boring," Ivan said on the doorframe. He was shirtless. "I turned the TV off."

The blonde hopped on the bed, sitting close to them. Eloise placed herself on the werewolf's side, and he rested his head against the wall. They started a conversation, but Ivan seemed a little off. He lifted himself suddenly, making the other two share a look. He closed and locked the door.

"Hey, Aaron, you seem like you could use some distraction after putting such an effort to help us out there, don't you think, Elo?" Ivan said, coming back to the bed. He crawled seductively, giving Eloise some sort of cue to follow. She flashed him a look of realization.

"Ivan, are you out of your mind?" She whispered harshly with a panicked look on her face. Aaron got suspicious.

"Alright, what are you two little troublemakers planning?" his mannerisms made them snicker. He turned to Eloise, who seemed flustered and a little hesitant in following Ivan's plan. He turned when he remembered Ivan was approaching. He looked to see him right on the side of his face, looking at him almost hungrily. Aaron pushed him to sit down on the bed. "What's going on?"

"Um... It's just that Ivan is too impulsive and as stubborn as a mule!" she started shyly, but then she got angrier and smacked him in the arm. He stuck his tongue out.

"That doesn't say much," Aaron answered. She covered her face. "Is it something... Embarrassing for you? If so, Ivan, you should quit it-"

"-No, that's not it. It's just that Ivan and I- We've been talking, and, um- I told him that I think you're attractive." Ivan snorted.

"That's not what you said-" "-Yes, it was." she cut him off.

"Thanks, Eloise... But I still don't understand why this is so embarrassing."

"We share the same opinions," Ivan said bluntly, "And I'm pretty sure you like Eloise too... She's so cute, isn't she?" Ivan pulled her hand lightly, making her tumble to the back of the bed, slamming her face on Aaron's hard chest. Her hands pressed against his abdomen for leverage, and she let out an embarrassing squeal. Her big eyes looked at him from below, and he smirked. "Yes, she is." He helped her sit down again, turning to look at Ivan. "The math still doesn't add up."

"Thing is, I'd fuck Eloise. And she'd fuck me too." Aaron widened his eyes a little at his bluntness.

"Holy- Is that... True?" She hid her face in her hands.

"Maybe." Ivan and Aaron looked at each other.

"Maybe the way I approached the situation wasn't the best, right, Aaron?" Ivan looked at him like a slut. He wiggled his ass playfully and slowly as he resumed his crawling towards him. This time, while keeping his eyes on Eloise's, Aaron let the blonde straddle him. "We should show her it's okay, hm?"

"Wha-" She seemed to pant a little when their lips came in contact. Aaron kept his eyes open, inviting her in.

Their lips met slowly, but the raging feelings were intense, making the kiss deepen in sync with the beginning of Ivan's hips grinding lightly against Aaron's. He closed his eyes finally, satisfied with how much Eloise seemed to be in a trance. The bed dipped slowly, and her hands found themselves in Aaron's thigh. Her minty breath fanned on the side of their faces. Ivan moaned into the kiss, pulling the hem of his shirt and failing to take it off when Aaron started to grind upwards unconsciously. He broke the kiss giggling, and opened his eyes to see Eloise looking at them with a dazzled expression on her face. She shook it off quickly, though, and turned to Aaron.

"Can I- can I do it too? I want to do it. Please," Eloise asked shyly, to which Aaron obliged, pulling by the hairs on the nape of her neck and kissing her softly. She was so sweet. It just came with her everywhere she went. But this time, Eloise was not having any of it. Her lips hungrily latched themselves around his, and soon her teeth found his lower lip, biting it hard, just not enough to break the skin. He groaned, bucking harder into Ivan, who did not stop grinding.

Eloise was a good kisser. Aaron liked the way she suddenly took control. The idea of being fucked silly by two other people was too tempting, but he had to have the upper hand. His hand gripped her hips and slid lower yet, riding up her dress as Ivan watched with hungry eyes every inch of her thighs get exposed until her panties were on sight. Aaron rubbed his thumb lightly over her clit, making her whimper and move her hands from his leg to his torso, breaking the kiss to pull his shirt and her dress off. The kisses resumed, but Ivan loved the way her mouth moved so much that he just couldn't wait any longer.

"Eloise, I want it too. Fuck." Ivan whined and pulled her off of a dazed and moaning Aaron, placing her between them with her face turned to him. His hand worked quickly on her bra, and Aaron took care of her panties, ripping them eagerly. She didn't even glare. All she did was grind her hips roughly into him and Ivan.

The blonde leaned in, capturing her lips and kissing her with the same intensity Aaron was kissing her just a moment ago. Her hands found themselves on his naked chest, then around his neck, and when they broke the kiss, she looked at Aaron behind her, spinning her hips lazily and whining.

He pushed her off carefully and opened the button on his pants, kicking them with his boxers too. She widened her eyes. They both chuckled.

"Don't worry about it... I guess." He joked, shoving her into the bed and motioning to Ivan's pants, making him take them off quickly too. Aaron was on top of her, kissing her neck and leaving tiny bite marks on her collarbones, giving Ivan a chance to pull him with his back to the bed.

"Stop trying to do the work. This is about you, isn't it?" Eloise giggled, turning around to kiss his chest and caress his scars. Ivan positioned himself in front of Aaron's length, licking a stripe on the underside and jerking him slowly, making eye contact. The werewolf arched his back, grunting blissfully and grabbing Eloise by the arm to play with her breasts. She sighed, caressing his hair as he pinched and licked her skin.

"Hmm, Ivan, suck harder." She said in a breathy whine. He did, making Aaron groan and bite her nipple. The blonde's hand fiddled with his balls slowly, while the other hand caressed his thigh from time to time when the vampire's head was buried deep. With the last bob of his head, Ivan buried his nose on Aaron's crotch and swallowed as he moaned helplessly, hugging his hips lovingly and pulling out with a loud pop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." His cock throbbed in a silent threat to spill his cum out. Ivan giggled, rummaging through one of the drawers and pulling out a bottle of lube.

"I knew you still had this!" He opened the box with lube and a condom he left not long ago when the opportunity to use seemed to be close.

Eloise, in the meanwhile, was sitting on Aaron's lap, nibbling on his ear and teasing the tip of his cock with her entrance, pulling her hips up when he tried to bury himself in, then going back to grind slowly. "Shit, that's hot," Ivan said, laying down close to Aaron, who looked at him.

"How about you fuck him?" Aaron said, running a hand through her hips. She blushed but threw her leg around Aaron to get closer to Ivan by his side.

"Aww, look at how wet she is." Ivan cooed when she straddled him, lining up with her. She sunk in, making Ivan hiss. Aaron was laying down on his side, supporting himself on his elbow and watching as Eloise tried to sink in. Ivan groaned. "Shit, that's a tight fit, baby." He gripped her hips, helping her balance herself.

"She's embarrassed. Stop." Aaron giggled, reaching forward to push two fingers up Ivan's mouth. He sucked on the digits eagerly, watching Eloise support herself on his chest. Aaron thought that she was inexperienced if the way she didn't want to talk was anything to go by, but she didn't need Ivan to start moving slowly. Her hips moved precisely on top of him, earning a surprised grunt and wide eyes from Ivan. The noise suddenly turned into a whine full of approval and grinding upwards. Aaron watched the shiny coat of her juices flowing slowly around the shaft, her red face, and the way she seemed to hold in her whimpers. Her hair fell over her face, but she was quick to tie it up with the ribbon on her dress.

"Shit, shit, shit." She muttered under her breath, her resolve seemed to break, and she opened her mouth, moaning shyly at first. Aaron shot a hand to her thigh, then higher until he was toying with her clit. She wiggled under his touch, crying out in pleasure.

"Yes, please play with me." She whispered, making Ivan pull Aaron's fingers off his mouth with a pop. Eloise admired how well built he was. His curves were on display. The nice tiny waist and the broad shoulders, the curve of his large hips and his strong legs... Eloise wanted to support herself in those as she bounced up and down until none of it mattered anymore. He was divine.

"Shit, Aaron, prep me, or I'm gonna cum right here," Ivan said suddenly, making Eloise realize that she got too carried away and bounced wildly into Ivan. She mewled at that, nodding eagerly at him. "Do you want to see it?" She nodded again, hopping off of him. Aaron took the bottle while Ivan eagerly put himself in all fours, waiting patiently for the cold feeling of the lube to hit.

"Here you go." He said softly, letting it drip on his ass. Ivan moaned lowly. His cock twitched. Aaron pulled an unsuspecting Eloise by her legs roughly, making her yelp and giggle.

"You stay right here." She sat in front of Ivan, who wasted no time and kissed her inner thighs lovingly, looking at her through hooded lids. His hands held onto her hips for support, relishing in the way her hands caressed his hair. His kisses were soft, sometimes a little fervent. He then licked a wet stripe on her sensitive clit, sucking it into his mouth and kissing her inner thighs again. Aaron was prodding one finger carefully in Ivan's entrance, thrusting slowly.

"Fuck, Aaron, just add another one already." Aaron smiled, a smug one.

"Be patient." He said simply, prodding another finger, curling and scissoring to make things easier for him. Ivan was a mewling mess, lapping up to take out on Eloise instead. She was too mesmerized by the way Aaron treated him. His fingers worked with care and the touch of roughness that only Aaron would give off. His eyes stuck on Ivan, and his motions, every whine, the way he arched his back, and the blonde was careful to pull out when he started to grind too hard to match his pace without hurting him. Soon, to Eloise's happiness and sadness, he stopped, making Ivan soften his work. Her stomach was tense, her pussy was throbbing. She was close. Ivan looked at her with an evil glint on his eyes. He was going to stop.

"Aaron is going to keep this steady for me. If you suck me off real good, you might get to cum. Get under me." He teased, making her cock her head to the side lightly to see his length hanging under him, a pearly drop on the angry tip waiting for her to collect it. She wasted no time, pushing in between him and expecting him to understand and maneuver to let her push through. Her hand found his cock, pumping it as she poked Aaron's thigh. He handed her a smaller pillow, resuming what he was doing, but this time, his cock throbbed more than usual. She stopped pumping Ivan to reach for him with a grip that had him whining her name and bucking up instead. She licked the tip of Ivan's cock, sucking the head into her mouth eagerly and tasting the salty precum leaking. Aaron was moaning behind them, bucking his hips pitifully. Soon, she let go of him to let him slip a condom on, kissing Ivan's tip before taking what she couldn't get with her mouth and slurping to milk some more out of him.

Aaron started to push inside, making Ivan whimper lowly, pulling air through his teeth. "Shit, Aaron, that's good." The blonde hissed on top of the girl, thrusting lightly to the front to get more on her mouth. She didn't even let him think.

"You're so tiny." He chuckled, reaching for his arm and pulling him up. "Forget about it, Elo. Turn around," she obeyed eagerly, turning on her stomach to keep sucking Ivan off. Aaron started to thrust shallowly and then deeper, making Ivan get used to it. "Can you handle it?" Ivan nodded, watching the way Eloise swallowed him almost whole and came back to slurp roughly at the tip. She noticed what he enjoyed fast.

"Aaron," Ivan whined, desperate for a kiss that didn't take long to come when Aaron leaned to the side. His hips snapped harder, making him whimper loudly. "I'm close. So fucking close. Please." He pushed his hips to meet the redhead, relishing in the way in which Eloise choked around him and then hummed against him to show she was okay.

"Fuck, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, Elo, don't stop." He cried, bucking his hips into her mouth lightly. She took it, holding onto his hips for balance with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

Eloise moaned around him when he spilled his cum inside of her mouth. She pulled out and swallowed, sighing in bliss.

"Too m-much." He whined, making Aaron slow down and push him in all fours.

"You said you could handle it." He chuckled, pulling out and tossing the condom in the trash. Ivan laughed.

"It's Eloise's fault." He said, leaning over her and kissing her lips hungrily. "I taste good." They giggled, intertwining their fingers. Eloise, however, caught Aaron staring at her dead in the eyes besides the bed, slipping a new condom on without taking his eyes off. He was rock hard. "Aand, I just might want to fuck you again in a few- what the fuck, Aaron?" He groaned when Aaron pulled on his legs and took his place, still holding eye contact. He looked like he was starving.

"I want to fuck her." He said, looking at her instead. Ivan smirked.

"By all means, go ahead!" He answered, sitting by her side and pulling her legs open. She whined in expectation. "Stings just a little, baby." He cooed, but she shrugged.

"Just fuck me already."

Aaron pushed the head in, making her suck in a blissful breath the farther he went. Her eyes rolled, and she let her head fall into the pillow by Ivan's side. He used two of his fingers to touch her clit, circling slowly.

"You should be like her, Ivan. She's so patient." Aaron's voice was so close that if she wanted to, they could kiss. And that's what she did. The kiss was slow but intense and violent, just like the first.

"Shut up. She whines all the time. Look," he rubbed roughly, making her sway her hips and moan into the kiss. Aaron bottomed out.

"God, you're too narrow." He hissed, pulling out and in again carefully. His cock brushed on the right spots, making her arch her back. There was an orgasm already building up, the stimulation was overwhelming, and she knew Aaron wouldn't take long to reach his ending.

"Can't you take that off?" She whined, making Aaron widen his eyes.

"The condom? You don't-"

"-If you didn't wear a condom with Ivan the request wouldn't even exist. Cum inside me," She interrupted, pushing him off and pulling the condom out. He hesitated but pushed in after a few seconds. He threw his head back.

"You're so wet, fuck." He moaned, losing the little resolve he had. His hips stilled and stirred, pulling out and slamming back again. He set a slow pace at first, but it was short-lived. His eyes admired her sweaty form, the way Ivan's fingertips were coated in her juices, her doe eyes looking at him with a pleading and almost pained look. He couldn't resist going harder.

"Ahn- yes!" She cried, making Ivan groan lowly and pinch one of her nipples. "Ivan!" She moaned, arching her back. Aaron slipped a hand under it, balancing her and closing his eyes to focus on the wet sounds in the room. Her lewd little huffs and pleas made him throb with the need for release. After a few strong thrusts, the girl abruptly went quiet and held her breath, throwing her head back with her mouth ajar. Ivan sped up, whispering some things in her ear and squeezing the underside of one of her breasts, sucking on the nipple casually. Her legs trembled violently.

"Uh, A-Aaron!" Her loud call for his name and her walls holding onto him with a vice-like grip had him moaning her name like a mantra, over and over as he came. "Fill me up" she whispered, her breath hot in his ear."

They kissed yet again, and then the silence filled the room. The only thing they could hear was their labored breathing. Eloise made a grabby hand to Ivan and pushed Aaron to her side, laying his head on her chest softly. He held onto her hips, entangling their legs. His eyes closed for a moment. Ivan laid his head on the other side, anchoring himself on her waist and squeezing ever so slightly. Aaron opened his eyes, meeting him and giving him a loving peck. Eloise was almost drifting off when the werewolf spoke up.

"You both know that I'm still rock hard, and I'm just letting you both catch your breaths, right?"

"Uh- what?" Ivan peeked at his crotch.

Eloise chuckled "Well, shit. Looks like your plan backfired."

"Sit up. You're both going to make me cum more." He smirked, patting Ivan's ass.

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the story (ii)

a boy and a boy

(a girl and a boy) (me and my friend) (the way the world works)

OC!Potter x Marauders, OC!Potter x Nephew!Harry

As Harry Potter gets older, his aunt makes sure he never forgets about his parents or his uncles.

Based on the song The Story by Conan Gray

Warnings: Brief mentions of death, descriptions of werewolf transformations

Word Count: 5,453

“Are we almost there?” Harry asked from his small car seat in the back of his aunt’s car, his little legs kicking excitedly as he noticed the familiar houses down the familiar street.

Lucy looked up at him through the rearview mirror with a small smile, nodding gently at his question. “Almost, bub. Uncle Moony said he was really excited to see you when I talked to him on the phone this morning,” she told him, which only caused the little boy's face to light up with glee.

After a few more moments, Lucy pulled her car into the driveway of a slightly run down cottage, where a tall, skinny man stood on the porch, wrapped in a worn blue cardigan and holding a mug of steaming tea. Lucy got out of the car and got her nephew out of his car seat before setting him on the pavement, grinning widely as she watched him run as fast as he could up to the porch to see his favorite uncle.

“Uncle Moony!” he yelled out, wrapping his arms around his legs since he was too short to reach his waist. Remus smiled and chuckled a little bit, setting his mug down carefully on the banister surrounding his porch before leaning down and picking up the small boy.

“Hello, Harry!” he smiled, resting the boy on his hip as Harry wrapped his arms around his uncle’s neck in an attempt to hug the tall man.

Lucy made her way up to the porch and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans, smiling a little bit as she watched the two of them lovingly.

“Guess what?” Harry asked him as he pulled back after a few seconds, grinning up at Remus, flashing his hardly grown-in teeth as he waited for his uncle to guess.

“What?” Remus asked with just as much enthusiasm, picking up his mug and taking a careful sip of his tea while Lucy opened the door for Remus and Harry to finally head inside.

“Today’s my birthday!” Harry exclaimed with a smile, relishing in the fact that he seemed to know something his oh-so intelligent uncle didn’t.

“Is that so?” Remus asked, setting Harry down once they were inside and closing the door behind the three of them. “Well, I suppose it’s good luck that I had a present lying around here for a special eight year old, isn’t it?” he smiled, grabbing a large box off the coffee table that had been wrapped perfectly with creased corners and a large bow on top of it,

Harry smiled and clapped a little bit, which his aunt simply laughed softly at, before sitting down on the couch. “Can I open it?” he asked happily.

“Of course you can,” he smiled, setting the box between Harry and his aunt.

Harry didn’t hesitate to tear into the silver wrapping paper once he was given the go-ahead, throwing the paper behind him and handing the bow to his aunt (“Because girls always like bows, Aunt Lucy!”). Once he saw the gift waiting for him beneath the wrapping paper, he practically squealed with joy.

“It’s a toy broom!” he exclaimed, showing it to his aunt to make sure she could see it as well.

“Wow, Harry! That looks just like the one that the Gryffindor Chasers use,” she told him excitedly, smiling up at Remus who looked relieved that his nephew enjoyed his present. “What do you have to say to Uncle Moony?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Harry exclaimed, wrapping his arm around his leg yet again to hug him.

Remus chuckled softly and hugged him back as best as he could, sitting down next to him on the couch. “You’re so very welcome, Harry. How about you and I try to open this and see how it works?” he offered.

Harry, of course, loved the idea.

So Remus carefully opened up the box and helped Harry assemble the broom while his aunt made a cup of tea for herself, leaning against the door frame that led from the kitchen to the living room when she heard the small whirring of the broom from the next room. She smiled brightly as she noticed Harry beginning to zoom around the room as quickly as the small broom would allow him, while Remus watched from the couch with a proud grin.

-x-x-x-

The entire day consisted of Harry flying around on his new broom and his aunt and uncle sitting on the couch, making sure he didn’t fall and catching up from the last time they were able to see each other, with small breaks for lunch and dinner.

When it got around to eight o’clock, however, Lucy noticed her nephew slowly beginning to get sleepier and sleepier. They had managed to get him to sit still long enough to watch a movie, and now he was leaning tiredly against his uncle’s arm.

“You tired, bubba?” she asked him quietly, to which he simply nodded slowly. She gave him a small smile before picking him up and setting her in his lap. “We should probably head home soon then, yeah?” she suggested.

Harry, however, was not a fan of this idea. He immediately frowned and sat up, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fists beneath his glasses. “No! I wanna stay with Uncle Moony,” he pouted, folding his arms across his chest.

“Uncle Moony has work tomorrow, Harry,” she told her, before Remus shook his head gently.

“It’s not a problem, Luce. I still have his little bed in the spare room if he wants to stay there,” he offered with a bit of a shrug. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked to him, asking silently if it wouldn’t be too big of a problem. “It’s fine, you’re both probably tired, you don’t need to worry about it,” he assured her.

Lucy sighed and nodded, kissing her nephew’s head softly. “C’mon, bug, we’ll go up and tuck you in,” she said with a small smile, picking her up before she and Remus stood up and made their way back to the spare room. She carefully set him down in the small bed, tucking him in carefully.

“How’s that, Harry? Do you need anything else?” Remus asked, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke.

“I need a story before bed, Uncle Moony,” he told him matter-of-factly, which just made him chuckle and nod.

“Of course, silly me,” he said, though he looked over to Lucy for a brief moment.

“He really likes stories about the Marauders, if you wanted to take over story time for the night,” she told her friend quietly with a grin. Remus just nodded, thinking for a moment before looking down at Harry.

“Okay, how about a story about Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot?” he asked, giving him a small smile. Harry nodded enthusiastically, folding his hands together expectantly as he waited for his story to begin.

“Alright. Once upon a time -”

“That’s not how you start stories, Uncle Moony.”

Remus raised an eyebrow a bit at Harry, before Lucy whispered to his uncle how to properly start stories, according to the eight-year-old. He nodded and chuckled, folding his hands together and resting them in his lap.

“Sorry, Harry. Let me tell you a story, about a boy and a boy,” he started, Harry’s face lighting up as his uncle got the story properly started this time. “They were best friends with each other...” his uncle started, though his voice trailed off as he decided to leave off a bit, glancing over to Lucy for a moment before back to the young boy.

“This happened around the middle of my fifth year at Hogwarts, just as it was getting a bit colder outside…”

-x-x-x-

“Hurry up, Sirius! We’re gonna be late to dinner!” Remus heard James calling out from the bottom of the staircase in the common room, the two of them, along with Peter, waiting patiently for their last friend to come downstairs. “Rem has to leave soon, we don’t have time to piss-”

“Remus!”

“Sorry, Luce.”

“We don’t have time to mess around!” James added, folding his arms across his chest just as Sirius tumbled down the stairs.

“I’m here, I’m here! I had to fix my hair. It always gets frizzy after potions,” he muttered, tightening his tie around his neck as they headed out of the common room and through the portrait hole.

“You couldn’t have fixed it earlier?”

“I started an hour ago!” Sirius protested, shoving his hands in the pockets of his robe, pouting a bit as they all headed down the large steps. “What time do you have to leave, Remus?” Sirius asked, quickly changing the subject so he didn’t have to deal with James scolding him.

Remus shrugged, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. “Right after dinner. It’s getting darker outside a lot sooner than usual. I don’t want to have to worry about it,” he told them, groaning softly as the stairs began to shift beneath them, nearly causing Peter to tumble down them.

“Fantastic. Just what we needed right now,” he huffed, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down to see where the stairs were turning towards.

“It’s fine, at least they’re not taking us down to the dungeons like last time,” James joked, doing his best to lighten the mood. Remus glared at him, though, which shut him up rather quickly.

They all walked down to the Great Hall in relative silence, Remus checking his watch every few moments anxiously until they all sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. “I only have about an hour before I should leave,” he said quietly to Sirius as he sat next to him, who just nodded and gave him a soft smile.

“I’ll save some food for you for when you get back,” he told him quietly, already beginning to shovel some food into the deep pockets of his robes.

Remus gave him a grateful smile; though both of them knew it was unlikely he’d be able to stomach any food the next few days, he still appreciated the gesture.

The Marauders talked loudly and obnoxiously throughout the entire meal, as they usually did, but Remus couldn’t seem to have enough energy to talk. He always worried when it came to the full moon, because he always felt terrible for at least a week following it. Thankfully, they all had gotten the hint after four and a half years not to mention it as much as possible. If there was anything that came close to being as painful as transforming for Remus, it was talking about it.

Then, almost as suddenly as they had arrived, the loud ticking of the clock indicated it was 6 o’clock, which made Remus jump a bit. He looked up to the teacher’s table to see Dumbledore, who gave him a single nod before turning back to his food.

“I should go, guys,” he said softly, slowly standing up from his seat.

The three boys sent him a chorus of “be careful”s and “goodbye”s as he left, heading out into the corridors where he was met with Madam Pompfrey, who was ready to escort him down to the Whomping Willow.

The walk was always silent, and Remus could practically feel the worry and pity Madam Pompfrey felt for him radiating off of her. Once they reached the tree after the short walk, she quickly froze the branches of the tree for him so he could get in. “Good luck, Mr. Lupin,” she told him with a small smile, to which he only nodded and crawled through the small space, beginning the somewhat short hike up to the Shrieking Shack, as it was so lovely named.

-x-x-x-

“This story isn’t very happy, Uncle Moony,” Harry interjected, as he so loved to do. His uncle simply chuckled, shaking his head a bit.

“I didn’t think so at first either. But I promise, it does get much better,” he told her, watching as Lucy sat on the other side of the bed.

Harry looked to his aunt for her input, and she nodded in agreement with Remus. “It’s true; it is pretty sweet at the end. I think you’ll love it, B.P.,” she assured him, pushing some hair out of his face with her sweet smile.

Harry nodded softly and looked back to his uncle, looking at him with wide, curious eyes. “Do you get hurt in this story, Uncle Moony?” he asked, tilting his head a bit as he looked up to his uncle.

Remus gave him a sad smile, nodding gently. “Yes, but it wasn’t as bad as usual. And you’re about to understand why,” he assured him, squeezing his nephew’s hand gently before he continued on with his story.

-x-x-x-

Remus had sat down on the bed in the Shrieking Shack, his leg bouncing up and down on the squeaky floorboards anxiously until he heard a loud crash coming from the tunnel he had emerged from no more than ten minutes before. He pulled his wand out of his pocket quickly when he heard yelling following the crash, but lowered his guard slightly when he heard the familiar voices.

“Wotcher, Sirius! You’re gonna kill me if you keep falling into me!”

“Pardon me, I’ll make sure to fly through here on my broom next time to avoid all the bloody tree roots.”

Remus huffed out angrily when he realized just who it was, shaking his head a bit when his suspicions were confirmed as his three best friends entered into the small room, all of their faces dusty and dirty from not knowing the path as well as Remus did.

“What the bloody hell are you three doing here!?” Remus exclaimed, tossing his wand back onto the bed as he looked to the three of them, waiting for some sort of explanation.

“Lovely to see you too, Remus old boy,” Sirius commented, which only earned a jab to the arm from James. “Ow! Fine, I’ll tell him.

“We have a surprise for you, on this evening of December 6th, 1976, Remus Jonathan Lupin.”

“That’s not my middle name.”

“That’s not important!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “What’s important is, we can now stay with you during your transformations, and we can help keep you from hurting yourself,” Sirius explained to him, grinning brightly.

Remus furrowed his eyebrows a bit, folding his arms across his chest as he looked out the window, continually checking to see whether the moon had risen in the sky yet. “You’ve got to be barking mad. Werewolves try to eat people. Tell me you at least retained that bit from Defense Against the Dark Arts,” he said, shaking his head a bit and putting his head in his hands.

“That’s just it, though!” James exclaimed, clapping his hands together out of excitement, grinning brightly. “Padfoot had this great idea a few years back-”

“What the fu-”

“REMUS!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“What in Merlin’s name is Padfoot?” Remus interrupted quickly.

“Me! I’m Padfoot!” Sirius exclaimed like an excited school child, beaming a bit out of pride at the nickname James had graced him with.

“...Alright.”

“Anyway!” James continued, checking the time on his watch to make sure he had time. “Padfoot remembered learning that werewolves hunt people, and not necessarily animals when they’re transformed, so he figured we should become animals so we can stay with you during the full moons.”

Remus shook his head a bit, folding his arms across his chest. “You can’t transfigure yourselves into animals, we haven’t gotten that far in transfiguration. The only way you could really do it is if-”

“If we became animagi!” Peter cut him off proudly, glancing over at Sirius every few moments, like he was worried he was saying the wrong thing and Sirius would correct him. “Isn’t it a great idea?”

“But…” Remus shook his head again, sitting on the edge of the dusty bed as he thought. “Doesn’t it take like a month to become an animagus? There’s no way you guys could manage that.”

“Oh, but we did, Moony,” Sirius said, glancing out the window as well before he looked to the two friends that had recently joined Remus. “We better show him, the moon’s about to rise,” he told them, before the dark haired boy quickly shrunk down into the form of a black, shaggy haired dog.

James nodded in agreement, winking over at their taller friend before he quickly shifted into the form of a stag, with the antlers just beginning to reach their full length. Peter, of course, followed in the steps of his two friends, giving an almost apologetic smile to Remus before he quickly shrunk down to the smallest animal of them all - a garden rat.

Remus furrowed his eyebrows together as he looked down at all three of them in slight confusion, shaking his head a bit before groaning. “You couldn’t have told me about this when I had time to yell at the three of you?!” he asked, huffing out a bit before he felt a stinging feeling around his body, like he was being poked with needles all over his skin, which only grew to be more painful every second.

He watched as his friends slowly backed away as his body felt like it was stretching out, his shoulders hunching forward a bit and hair began to shoot out all over his body. He yelled out in pain as he felt everything about him beginning to change, until moments later it was like he couldn’t even think; all he could register was himself and the distant scent of humans, whether they were the students of Hogwarts or the residents of Hogsmeade he couldn’t tell.

Though, after a few moments, he fully noticed the three animals in front of him, and felt himself almost going mad at their scents that filled the nostrils of his short snout. Before he had the chance to attack them, however, the dog, which he no longer recognized, barked at him, chasing towards him with the stag and rat following behind quickly. The stag cornered the werewolf back into the corner with his antlers, pinning him against the wall with barely any room to move.

The wolf howled out and fought against it, but the dog pressed himself against his gray legs, trying to do his best to help the stag as well. Remus tried to claw his way out of the situation he found himself in, but when the stag backed away, he only tumbled forward thanks to the dog pressing his legs to the wall.

The four of them found themselves in situations like this for the rest of the long, long night. When he fell forward, the dog made its way onto his back to hold him down, and when he got up, the stag pinned him down into the corner once again. In the event that neither of them could get him held down in a spot, the rat would climb all over the werewolf, flicking his tail at him and nipping at his skin as he ran across his furry body. This was able to distract Remus long enough for the stag or dog to get the upper hand and put him back into a position where he couldn’t hurt himself or one of his friends.

A little past 8:30 in the morning the next day, as they all found themselves exhausted out of breath from their escapade over the past few hours, Remus slowly transformed back into his normal, tall, thin, human self. Once the other three were positive he was back to himself entirely, they shifted back from a dog, a stag, and a garden rat into Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew.

Remus just laid back against the hardwood floors and groaned out in pain a bit from turning back, looking over his body to only notice a few scratches that littered his body compared to how he usually looked after a full moon. He looked around at his friends who were all looking at him expectantly, never having seen him transform nor how he was immediately after. They were almost afraid to say something, like they were worried they would say the wrong thing to him, before Sirius moved to help Remus sit up carefully, then eventually help him stand up.

James wrapped Remus’s other arm over his shoulder before they slowly began to lead him out of the Shrieking Shack through the tight tunnel, the walk back eerily silent until they reached the opening, Peter leaning out and tossing a rock onto the root that halted the movements of the tree. They helped Remus out to the spacious grounds of Hogwarts, planning to smuggle him in through one of the back courtyard doors, until they heard a throat clearing the second their feet touched the frosted grass.

They were faced with Madam Pompfrey, not having considered she would have come out to bring Remus back into the castle. They all swallowed thickly, looking to one another somewhat anxiously.

“What are you three doing out here with Mr. Lupin? Don’t you have morning classes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at each of them.

They all seemed stuck on a good excuse for once. There really was no excuse for what they were doing, besides the truth.

But they weren’t about to tell her that.

“We wanted to help him back,” Sirius spoke up quickly as Remus opened his mouth, and all heads turned to him. “It was my idea. I knew he was probably pretty weak and would hate the walk back, so I suggested we leave right before the moon set so we could go help him,” he explained to her. She looked at him skeptically, but just sighed with a small shake of her head.

“Help him to the Hospital Wing if you’re going to insist. Mr. Potter and Pettigrew, Professor McGonagall is waiting for you in her classroom. Mr. Black, I’m sure Professor Dumbledore would love to hear of your plan,” she said, nodding back towards the castle before leading them inside.

“You’re an idiot, Padfoot, you know that?” Remus muttered to him with a tired voice, slowly walking inside with his friends.

“Hey! I told you the nicknames would catch on!” he said with a bright grin, helping him through the front doors and towards the hospital wing.

“Why Padfoot? And Moony wasn’t very creative you know,” he grumbled, grunting a bit as he sat back onto one of the hospital beds.

“Have you ever seen dog paws? They have a little padding on them. Hence, Padfoot,” he told him, proud of his new nickname. Remus just rolled his eyes, making himself comfortable in the bed with a sigh.

“Whatever, go get suspended or whatever Dumbledore’s gonna do to you,” Remus muttered, before he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep, long sleep.

A day and a half later, though Remus didn’t realize that, he woke up, though at first he laid there with his eyes closed, not wanting to hurt his eyes with the bright lights that seemed to always be on in the hospital wing. He stayed silent with a few sighs every now and then before he heard one of the most familiar (and at times, annoying) voices to him muttering something about thestrals. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to where he heard the voice, furrowing his eyebrows a bit as he saw Sirius sitting on the bed next to him, working through their book from Care for Magical Creatures.

“What are you doing here?” he asked groggily, not bothering to sit up at all as Sirius turned his head, revealing a blooming black eye.

He grinned brightly and closed his book promptly, moving out of his bed and into the seat next to him. “Thank God you’re up, I’ve been going mad doing my school work,” he told him, leaning back in his seat as he looked up to his friend.

“What did you do to your eye?” Remus asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly and slowly with the heels of his hand.

“Oh, yeah, Madam Pompfrey said James and I couldn’t see you since you were injured, and I asked if I were injured could I go to the Hospital Wing, and when she obviously said yes, I had James punch me in the face. So, here I am,” he said with a grin, folding his arms over his chest proudly.

Remus rolled his eyes a bit, slowly sitting up and leaning back against his pillows. “You’re an idiot.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Sirius said with a bit of a chuckle.

“Not just about that, but that was stupid,” Remus clarified, shaking his head a little bit. “Why did you think it would be a good idea to make yourselves animagi? I could’ve killed you guys,” he frowned, not even wanting to think about having hurt one of his friends in any sort of way.

“Because you’re my best mate, Rem,” Sirius told him simply with a shrug. “I hate you having to miss a week of classes and be all down for that entire time and not being able to do something about it. I found out about turning into an animagus obviously from Minnie, but it mentioned it in one of our textbooks in second year, so I started trying to figure out how to do it, Prongs and Wormtail figured out what I was doing by Christmas, and wanted in on it too,” he explained to Remus.

“How stupid did you guys make these nicknames?” Remus asked, scoffing a little bit. Sirius just laughed, having figured his friend would be skeptical.

“We thought they were fun!” he said with a grin, playing with the sleeves of his robes as they talked. “We finally were able to transform two weeks ago. James was first, and then me, then Peter. It was really hard to not tell you what happened, especially since I tell you literally everything,” he chuckled softly, looking up at Remus slightly as he finished. “I’m glad you’re okay, though.”

Remus did his best to hide his small smile, but found himself unable to despite his best efforts. “I can’t believe you managed that,” he finally said, which only seemed to boost Sirius’ ego.

“Neither can I! It took us three years, Peter was ready to give up,” he chuckled a bit, before they fell back into a comfortable silence.

They stayed that way for a little while, especially when Madam Pompfrey came in to check on Remus and change any bandages he had. When it came time for dinner, Madam Pompfrey, somewhat begrudgingly, was telling Sirius he had to leave. He hopped off the bed and gathered up everything, before Remus grabbed his wrist. Sirius looked back to him, giving him a bit of a smile. “What? Don’t want me to leave so soon?” he teased.

“Did you get in trouble with Dumbledore?” Remus asked quietly once the Hogwarts nurse was just out of earshot. Sirius shrugged a bit at the question, running a hand back through his long, black hair.

“Just detention for a bit. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” he said with a grin. “But I think I’m gonna be able to work out a way for us to come and “help you back” again. Don’t worry about that, Moony,” he smiled.

Remus just nodded, looking down at his hand that was still holding onto Sirius. He let go carefully, placing his hand down into his lap. “Thank you. For everything,” he told him quietly, giving his friend a weak smile.

“Anything for my Remus,” Sirius simply said, giving him a small wave before he headed out of the Hospital Wing, turning down the hall to go down to the Great Hall.

Remus just sat there, grinning like a fool, until he eventually found himself drifting off into another long, well-deserved sleep.

-x-x-x-

“So that’s why everyone has fun nicknames,” Remus told Harry once he had finished, giving him a small smile. Harry looked up at him gleefully yet tiredly, obviously having thoroughly enjoyed his uncle's story.

“Will I ever get a fun nickname?” Harry asked curiously in a tired voice, taking off his round glasses and handing them off to his aunt.

“Well, Uncle Moony and I will have to think of something for you, bug. But for now, I think it’s time for bed,” Lucy said to her nephew, kissing the top of his head as she set his glasses on the nightstand beside his bed for the night.

Harry frowned slightly but nodded, nuzzling under the covers before looking up to his aunt and uncle. “Goodnight, L.P. Goodnight, Uncle Moony,” he said sleepily, yawning between his words as he rested his head on the pillow.

“Goodnight, B.P.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

The two of them stood up and quietly made their way out of the room, flicking off the light and closing the door before Lucy looked up at Remus with a bit of a frown.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked him quietly.

He shook his head quickly, looking down to his feet as they walked back into the living room. “Not really. That’s just…” Remus’s voice trailed off, not entirely sure how to tell Lucy exactly how he felt in those moments he had just poured out to Harry. “That’s when I realized how I actually felt about Sirius. Not just… not just best friends anymore,” he told her honestly, though he said it quietly enough he hoped she didn’t hear.

Lucy gave him a sympathetic smile, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a warm hug. He hugged her back after a brief moment, letting out a heavy sigh. “I miss him too, Moony,” she told him quietly, the two of them standing there like that for a few minutes.

“Do you think he really did it?” Remus asked her, his voice catching in his throat as he asked the question he constantly asked himself for the past seven years.

Lucy remained silent for a moment, before he pulled away and shook her head. “Something had to have happened that night that only James and Lily know about. I know Sirius almost better than I knew James, and he would’ve rather died than betray them, especially to You-Know-Who,” she told him honestly. Remus nodded softly and looked down at his feet, giving her a weak smile.

“You take my bed, I’ll sleep out on the couch,” he told her, grabbing a few blankets and pillows from a small closet in the hallway, doing his best to avoid talking about this any more than they already had.

Lucy frowned a bit, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Are you sure? I don’t mind sleeping on the couch, Rem.”

He shook his head softly and gave her a small smile, already tossing his pillows and blankets onto the couch. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” he said, nodding back towards his room for her to take. She just nodded and gave him a smile, heading back to his room as instructed to.

“Goodnight, Moony.”

“Goodnight, Little Prongs.”

Remus laid back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling with a soft sigh. He liked to pretend it was the night sky over Hogwarts, always seemingly sprinkled with every single known star. He liked to pretend Sirius was laying next to him, pointing out every constellation and star that had been burned into his memory after years of living in the Black house. He liked to pretend everything was much, much more simple than it was now, when he had the people he loved most in the world by his side, and all he had to worry about every day was what was going to be for dinner and if he was going to be dragged into his friends’ pranks every other day.

Now, he was sat alone, with only two people left, and while they were more than enough, he still ached for the one person he ever truly loved more than anyone else, the one person who could never fail to put a smile on his face. And he had to deal with the fact that he was over 400 kilometers away from him, and he’d never see him again as long as he was alive.

That was the last thing he thought of before he finally managed to fall asleep.

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Dames Special - Winter Holidays 2

It is highly recommended that you read Knights before reading this, otherwise you may miss some context.

SPOILER WARNING!

This reveals heavy spoilers for Knights, if you have not read Knights up to Part 14 and onward, please turn away now. Otherwise, read at your own risk.

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Lance misses his nephew.

He remembered the day he took Arthur in with open arms, taking the time to help him through his trauma of being thrown away from the failures that called themselves his parents. To help distract Arthur, Lance had started showing him the trade of repairing cars and his general work at his repair shop. He couldn’t help but smile slightly at the warm memory of Arthur happily working alongside him once he started to become more confident.

He took a drink.

“Still no luck in finding him?”

The sound of the mug slamming down on the table is his answer.

“…I’ll get you some water, sir.”

Lance is thankful that the bartender knew how to read the mood.

He should’ve known what was happening. That Arthur was unhappy, that he was suffering, that he was being abused and blamed for something that wasn’t even his fault. That boy had a rough life. From the unhappy childhood, his parents going through that awful divorce, to living with his uncle, and now…

Lance knew for a fact that he had failed Arthur as his uncle.

Eight months ago, Arthur, his nephew, his boy, had disappeared from Tempo. Lance was the last person to see him.

“Lance, please,” Arthur had set Galahad’s cage aide on a nearby table and looked at him in the eye, “I need this. I just, I just want to be able to think about things without anyone saying anything. I just need some time away from here. I just…” His breath hitched, “I need a break, Lance. Please. I’ll even call you once I reach my destination.”

Lance never did get that phone call.

He looked up at the TV hanging from the corner of the bar that was channeled to the local news station. Things that happen in Tempo are usually pretty uneventful, but now, as of late…

Two More Bodies in Serial Suicides – Reported to Have Similar Nightmares

It has disturbed Lance to think that Arthur could be among the dead, but from what the police had told him, his nephew has not been identified among the victims. He turned away from the TV and took another sip of the beer he had been drinking. Hopefully that bartender will be back with the water soon.

I’ll be home for Christmas… You can plan on me…

The sound of Christmas music started playing once the news ran its piece, which caused Lance to actually notice the décor around the bar itself. Honestly, it didn’t improve his mood one bit. If anything, Lance would rather have a Christmas like the one he had last year compared to this.

While last year’s Christmas wasn’t the best, it still had Arthur in it, even though it was mainly him going through treatments and physical therapy after the loss of his arm.

“Your water, sir.”

The bartender finally came back with the water, which Lance welcomed.

Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree…

Lance didn’t recall hearing this version before. Slow lyrics, gentles tunes without a beat, was it supposed to sound this sad? Well, if one were to consider the origins of the song, I’ll Be Home for Christmas…

Christmas Eve will find me, where love light gleams… I’ll be home for Christmas…

“If only in my dreams.”

Lance didn’t sing along to it, but the words did resonate with him. Tomorrow, this would be the first Christmas without his nephew ever since he took the boy in. A part of him held on to the vain hope that Arthur would come home, but with him being missing for eight months now, the chances of him being found are almost second to none according to what the police had told him.

He paid his tab and started to walk his way home.

When he returned to Kingsmen Mechanics, Lance looked over the parking lot, expecting to see his nephew waiting for him at the entrance, holding a gift or even just waiving to him.

But Arthur is nowhere to be seen.

He clenched his fists and furrowed his brow. Ever since Arthur left, things in Tempo have gone straight to hell in more ways than one. The demon that ruined Arthur and the fragile bonds the boy had, that made everyone except Lance and probably Vivi turn against him, that caused the series of events that made everything from bad to worse… and most, if not everyone in Tempo, know what happened.

Lance shoved the imagery of what happened to the Peppers out of his mind. Although they’ve lived to tell the tale, Joe and Lokia Pepper obviously didn’t deserve what happened to them, but a part of Lance felt that it was well deserved, as sickening as the thought is. The Yukino family didn’t suffer as much, but their reputations did take a nosedive of sorts. Not even the cranky old lady that managed to seal Lewis in his home on the outskirts were exempt.

The townspeople are suffering from awful nightmares. Nightmares of such painful degree that some of the more desperate would rather end their own lives instead of trying to seek out help, or maybe to escape from it. Those that keep going are disgusted with what the Yukino and Pepper families have done, which involved kickstarting the series of events that made their lives so hellish

Oddly, Lance himself never had the nightmares. Instead it’s just the sad dreams of seeing his nephew crying. Sometimes Arthur would be a little boy crying over a scraped knee or something minor, a young teenager upset about being abandoned by his parents, a young adult trying to keep it together while enduring so much undeserved punishment, or just Arthur in general wanting to end it all.

Throughout all these dreams, Lance is unable do anything to comfort him. He couldn’t protect Arthur, let alone hold him or even just say that everything will be okay.

And it’s not.

In contrast, business at Kingsmen Mechanics had been somewhat booming ever since Arthur left, but Lance would give up his shop in a heartbeat if it meant getting his nephew back. But until then, he will keep the place going. Other than making the bed, cleaning the dust off of Galahad’s long empty cage, and cleaning up some stray parts from the desk and placing them in boxes to keep them from getting lost, Lance kept his nephew’s room exactly how he left it.

Should Arthur ever be found, he will have a place to return to. However, if by some chance Arthur is found in peace elsewhere, Lance will most likely just pack his bags and join him just so he can be there for his nephew.

Eventually, Lance reached the front door of his shop that doubled as his home. Reaching for the key in his pocket, his eyes trailed over to the mailbox. He didn’t remember the last time he checked the mail earlier this week, so after unlocking the door, he looked through his mailbox and found a few envelopes. The first one that appeared in his sight happened to be a utility bill much to Lance’s annoyance.

Shivering, Lance entered the shop and locked the door behind him and checked to see if the closed sign is on. Nodding to himself, he moved further inside to reach the kitchen. A mug of hot cocoa will probably do him some good to warm up.

After Lance set the kettle of water on the stove to get it to boil, he looked through the thick stack of mail that had accumulated on the kitchen table, not counting the few he had collected just earlier. One of his employees had the grace to sort through the mail for him. A pile for bills, a separate one for solicitations, and anything that didn’t fit either were in its own category.

Sorting through the mail, Lance carefully looked through the bills and saw that all the medical bills for Arthur had been paid off somehow. He didn’t know why, but he figured that Arthur had something to do with it when he saw a patent on one design of the prosthetic arm he made in another envelope. The bills that are linked to the utilities of both his home and Kingsmen Mechanics show that the automatic payments are still going on, so Lance kept them for record’s sake after writing the dates on the envelopes themselves.

The solicitations were just basic things. Roof repair, gardening (why that’s there when his property is almost nothing but sand and cacti is beyond him), suggestions for hospice care even though he’s nowhere near ready to kick the bucket, and then one about some local election for some event he didn’t care about.

The final pile only had three envelopes. Two of them were Christmas cards from some friends of his out of state, while the last one is… odd. He flipped the envelope back and forth. It has the shop’s name and address written by hand, but no return address to be seen. He looked back at the address, and upon looking at it more carefully, he saw that the “i” in the “Kingsmen” had been dotted with a tiny star.

He immediately ripped open the envelope and started to read with shaky hands.

Hey, Lance,

I hope you’re doing okay.

I’m sorry for leaving, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Even though I’m sure you want to, but please don’t look for me.

It took a lot of self-convincing for me to do this, but I want to let you know that I’m all right. I have my own place to live and I even found a job to keep the roof over my head, so you don’t need to worry about me. I’m safe at where I am. I’m okay. Galahad is fine, too.

I won’t be able to get a reply from you, but I hope that this will be enough to put you at ease at the very least.

Merry Christmas, Uncle Lance.

- Arthur Kingsmen

- - - - - - -

“…Ah! There we go.”

She smiled in satisfaction once she saw the concoction before her reach the desired consistency. Dipping the ladle into the pot, she scooped out the liquid and poured it into a small group of mugs before adding the whip cream and marshmallows.

“They’re ready, Dad!”

“Wonderful,” her father, Tom, stepped into view and placed all of the mugs on a tray, “You always make the best hot chocolate, Elaine.”

“You’re the one who taught me how to make it,” Elaine laughed before realizing, “Oh, leave two of them behind.”

“True, but you have that kind of touch that I don’t. And sure,” Tom chuckled, did as Elaine asked and started to walk away, “You mother said the turkey should be ready in the next ten minutes.”

“Okay, thanks.”

After making sure the stove is off, Elaine took the two mugs and walked into the living room.

Elaine is currently in Mama Vivienne’s home celebrating Christmas with her family. Even though the Knights family never considered themselves religious, they still celebrated the occasion as a time of togetherness and maybe exchanging a gift or two. Although not everyone came, her parents, aunt and uncle, and her cousin with her own little family, were enough in her opinion. Less drama that way, she thinks.

It’s a shame Nana Niniane couldn’t stay for very long, but she had her reasons, Elaine figures.

She wondered if Eleanor should’ve have stayed home, since her cousin is currently pregnant with her second child. At least Eleanor has her husband with her should anything happen.

Instead of approaching any of her family members, Elaine instead walked over to where her boyfriend is. She saw him sitting on one of the old sofas, looking out the window behind him that showed the world outside with a lost expression.

The two of them have been dating for about three or four months now. Then again, calling it dating would be a bit of a stretch. It’s more of Elaine gradually asking Arthur to join her in little activities and making him feel included as per Mama Vivienne’s suggestions. That boy needs to get out of his apartment every once in a while, to get some sunshine, she once said.

“Hey, Arthur,” Elaine gently announced herself to catch his attention, feeling a little bad at having startled him, “I made you some hot chocolate.”

Arthur looked at her before directing his gaze at the mug held out to him. He just stared with a blank look before finally blinking in realization.

“Thank you,” he said as he accepted the mug from her, “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” Elaine said as she sat down next to him, “It’s snowing pretty hard out, isn’t it?”

“It’s definitely something I’m not quite used to seeing yet,” Arthur shivered as he rubbed at his left shoulder with his free hand, “Or feeling, I should say.”

Elaine hummed in acknowledgement as she sipped at her hot cocoa. She knew that Arthur used to live in Texas, which isn’t exactly known to have heavy snow, let alone snow in general. She felt a pang of pity when she realized that Arthur is bundled up a bit more warmly that she is. A turtleneck sweater and a somewhat thicker vest just to stay warm.

“Are the phantom pains bothering you?”

“Not really, the medication your grandmother helped me get is doing wonders. It’s just so cold.”

“Well, that hot chocolate ought to warm you right up,” Elaine smirked with amusement, “Drink it before it gets cold.”

Seeing Arthur grin is such a treasure in Elaine’s opinion. She wished she had a camera with her to capture the moment.

“It’s good,” Arthur said softly as he looked into the mug, “I think this is the best I’ve ever had. I just wish my uncle could have this with us.”

Elaine was about to straighten herself with pride before noticing the melancholy in Arthur’s voice and hearing the mention of his family.

“It’s funny,” he looked out the window again, “This would be my first Christmas without him. I guess I now understand why I’ll Be Home for Christmas is so sad.”

“We could call him,” Elaine gently suggested, “Wish him a Merry Christmas. Or a Happy Holidays.”

“I would, but I can’t,” Arthur smiled sadly and shivered, “If I did, they’ll find me. I don’t want to get dragged back there. Not even my uncle could stop them.”

…

Just how horrible was the person that did such emotional damage to this kind man? So much that he couldn’t allow himself to even get into contact with his family?

“I hope my letter got to him.”

Elaine chose to remain quiet.

I hope so, too.

- - - - - - -

P. S. – If all goes well, I might be able to write to you more often. Don’t tell anyone about these letters, okay?

Lance reread the words again. And again.

This is definitely Arthur’s handwriting. The little details that Arthur left on both the envelope and the letter itself proved it. To think that his nephew remembered the little code that Lance had taught him. Dotting the occasional “I” with a small star, the curve of the T’s and the K’s…

The note is genuine in what it’s saying.

In a sense, a part of Arthur did come home for Christmas.

But for Arthur himself to be here…

“If only in my dreams…”

Lance could only shed tears as he gingerly picked up the letter like it was Arthur himself.

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Part 5 of Clones and Kings

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Three hours pass and Rex still hadn't heard from Mando. He scooped up Mini-Yoda and decided that if Mando couldn't find his own way home then Rex would go bring him home.

Rex needed to have words with Ahsoka. When he’d finally managed to contact her on Wolffe’s behalf, she’d practically squealed with glee at the sight of the other clone. And then she’d scooped Wolffe up and dragged him away to do undercover work in a distant sector. But Ahsoka had left Rex with Mando and Yoda Model 2.0. Ahsoka told Rex it was important. Ahsoka claimed the child had incredible powers that could not be left untended until Skywalker finished his quest. Ahsoka promised Rex was doing the will of the Force.

Why pray tell, did the Force want Rex covered in drool and run ragged keeping a toddler from eating jumper cables? No one would tell Rex. So Rex continued to shadow the Mand’alor’s steps.

Mando had a lead on his elusive beskar dealers. Not just the thieves, but the big dogs involved in melting down stolen armour and selling it on the black market. The lead led them to Coruscant.

Rex hated Coruscant. The towering spires twisting up into infinity and the platforms raised higher and higher into the sky gave Rex a sense of vertigo. The ground never felt stable on the top levels and the lower levels were always shrouded in dark.

Only the old Jedi Temple sat free of the dizzying influence of modern architecture. Still, Rex wouldn’t go back there in a million years if someone paid him a million credits. That was a haunted place.

Mando landed his ship on a platform somewhere in the middle of the levels just after sunset.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Rex asked for the umpteenth time.

Mando gave him a flat stare through the helmet. “I won’t risk taking Grogu with me,” he explained again. “And this has to be done tonight before the dealers get wind of me. I need you to watch Grogu until I come back.”

The tyke slept in his hammock in Mando’s bunk. His massive ears twitched every now and then as he dreamed. Rex imagined Little Yoda dreamed of frogs of lightsabers.

Mando strapped his pulse rifle over his shoulder. He checked his whistling birds and re-loaded his blaster twice. If Rex was a braver man, he’d guess Mando was nervous.

Finally, Mando approached his son. Rex turned his head to give them a bit of privacy. Out of the corner of his eye, Rex watched Mando caress Un-Yoda’s fat cheeks. Rex averted his eyes.

Mando’s boots thudded down the ramp. Rex followed to close the door behind him. Mando turned on the last step.

“If I’m not back in three hours, take Grogu to Luke Skywalker’s Jedi school,” Mando instructed.

“What?” Rex squawked. “But-.”

Mando swept off into the night, ignoring Rex’s protests.

Rex shuffled in the doorway. Mando hadn’t said anything about leaving him to die in a Coruscant gutter. The mission hadn’t seemed that dangerous to Rex when they’d discussed it. Had Mando lied to Rex about the severity of the danger?

Rex had half a mind to grab his guns and go after the kriffer. But Master Yoda’s Copy still slept in his hammock. Rex kicked himself. He should have known if Mando refused to bring the kid that this mission was too much for Mando to handle alone. The buir and ad’ika normally could not be separated on pain of death.

A chirp drew Rex’s attention. He looked down. The New Yoda blinked sleep from his huge eyes. He babbled and waved his hands to be lifted. Rex reached down and picked him up.

“Well, kid?” Rex asked. “I think your buir may have stepped in the bantha’s mess this time. So, do we wait him out, or do we go after him?”

The child snuggled into Rex’s elbow and fell back asleep. Rex decided that meant one vote for giving Mando the benefit of the doubt. Rex rocked the kid gently and made his way up to the cockpit. He sat in the pilot’s chair and watched the dark streets through the windscreen. Rex’s stomach rolled with every passing second. He was a soldier. He wasn’t used to laying low and sitting around when someone else faced the fire.

Every moment that went by was a moment Mando might have a bullet in the back of a knife between his ribs. Rex couldn’t stand this. He checked the chronometer. Only an hour had passed.

Rex didn’t mean to fall asleep. Honestly, he had worked himself up so much he didn’t know he could sleep. But the kid had made a nice warm lump on his chest and the night dragged on.

Rex bolted awake alone and cold.

The tiny Jedi was gone. Rex lurched out of the pilot’s seat.

“Hey kid?” Rex called out. He didn’t see any green ears or hear any pattering feet. Rex had left the door to the cockpit open. He cursed himself as he hurried down the ladder.

“Kid?” Rex scanned the interior of the main hold. Mando’s bunk stood open. Yoda the Younger had not returned to his hammock.

“Kid?” Kriff, what was his name? Googoo? Grog? Gremlin?

“Little Grub?” Rex tried.

A babble caught Rex’s attention. The pantry door hung open. Master Yoda’s Double sat on the highest shelf, his clawed feet waving. Wrappers littered the floor along with crumbs and rations bars deemed unacceptable to the toddler’s unknowable sense of taste.

Rex scooped up the child. “How many of those did you eat?”

The child only burped. He took another huge bite of the ration bar in his hands. Those new teeth growing in didn’t seem to bother him so much right now.

Rex brushed crumbs off Not-Yoda’s face. The kid caught hold of Rex’s finger and waved it around.

“Yes, you’re very cute and very naughty,” Rex grumbled. He extracted his finger before The Progeny of Master Yoda tried taking a bite out of it.

Rex glanced up at the closed ship’s ramp. “So your buir still hasn’t come home, has he Little Grub?” Rex shifted the child to settle against his hip. Rex pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why can’t anything ever go according to plan?”

The baby cooed. Rex looked down at him. Those huge eyes implored Rex.

“Kriff,” Rex cursed. “We all knew I wasn’t going to leave him to die here. Are you ready to go drag him out of whatever mess he’s gotten himself into?”

Hardly-Yoda dropped his ration bar and smacked his sticky hands against Rex’s chest, a string of gurgles flowing between his teeth.

“Okay then,” Rex nodded. He grabbed his pistols and opened the ship’s ramp. A squall of rain lashed against his face. Rex tucked the child into the crook of his arm and slogged out into the storm. The wind nearly toppled Rex over. He staggered off the landing pad and into the relative shelter between two buildings.

“This way.” Rex headed down. Mando’s contact owned some kind of warehouse in the lower levels of Coruscant. Rex hustled past the denizens of people trying to escape the rain. Eventually, they wound up in a dark, wet alleyway that smelled like dead loth cat. The warehouse door hung open.

Rex unholstered a gun and carefully stepped from the dim street into the blackness of the warehouse. The empty space echoed the screech of the door falling shut. Rex froze. His heart pounded while he waited for someone to jump out from behind the scattered shadows. His eyes gradually adjusted to the dark. The shadows coalesced. Rex drew a sharp breath. He covered the child’s eyes. Those weren’t crates or boxes. They were bodies.

Rex tread carefully, stepping over outstretched arms and crumpled legs. He recognised among the wounds the marks left behind by whistling birds.

“Your buir was here, Little Grub,” Rex whispered.

The child whined.

“He’s not here anymore,” Rex noted the lack of shining silver armour among the fallen. “So where did he go, Little Grub?”

Rex followed the trail of carnage. A disgusting smear of blood led out the back door. Rex prayed it didn’t belong to Mando. Rex stepped out into the rain again. He blinked water from his eyes. A body slumped against the alley wall.

Rex realised with a jolt that if the beskar thieves had won and left Mando’s body to drown in the storm without his armour, Rex would never recognise Mando. He knelt beside the cold corpse. It couldn’t be Mando, Rex decided. This man was too bulky in the shoulders and round in the middle to be Mando.

So, Mando had slaughtered an entire warehouse of armed men and followed this last straggler out to finish the job. And then what? Where had he gone?

Rex spun a circle. This alley was used by a dozen establishments as a garbage disposal. The mouth of the alley led to a main thoroughfare. If Mando had gone that way Rex would never catch up to him.

Yoda the Smallest cooed. Rex glanced down at him. The child stretched his hand out. Rex followed where he pointed. The door directly across the alley was smudged with blood.

“Good work, Little Grub,” Rex said even as his throat closed with worry. Someone had left this alley covered in gore. It had to be Mando. Rex just prayed the blood on the door handle didn’t belong to Mando.

Rex shoved the door open.

Pounding bass and flashing rainbow lights deafened and blinded Rex immediately.

Rex had heard this joke. A clone and a baby walk into a bar. What happens next may surprise you.

The music buzzed. Rex craned his neck to try and see above the crowd milling around the tables. Rex grabbed the first man walking his way.

“You seen a Mandalorian running around?” Rex asked.

“No,” the man said almost before Rex was finished speaking.

Rex frowned. “You sure?”

“Never seen a Mandalorian in my life. Now scram,” the man shooed Rex away.

Rex backed into a woman. “Sorry,” he apologised.

She put her manicured hand on his arm and leaned into his space. Rex got ready to tell her he didn’t want to dance. She put her red lips next to his ear.

“I heard you say something about a Mandalorian,” she said over the music. “Go ask Erl.” She nodded to the squat Didynon with white ridges on his face and bulging eyes minding the bar.

“Erl knows everything,” the woman promised.

Rex pushed his way to the bar. He had to wait for the Didynon to finish serving several customers before he could attract Erls’ attention. Tiny Yoda reached a clawed hand for the amber drink someone had abandoned on the bar top. Rex scooped him up and away. Yoda Junior wailed. One of the eyes on the sides of Erl’s head swiveled in Rex’s direction.

“Erl?” Rex asked.

The Didynon raised his head. Rex found he couldn’t look in both eyes at once. He tried his best to pick one and stay focused.

“I’m told you might have seen a Mandalorian around here?” Rex asked.

Erl’s gaze dropped to the child wriggling in Rex’s arms.

“That thing housebroken?” Erl demanded.

Rex honestly didn’t know. “I’m looking for a Mandalorian,” Rex repeated.

“I heard you,” Erl nodded. “I seen a Mando about an hour ago. Silver armour? Yeah, that was him. He came storming in here from the back room, covered in blood, and then left in a hurry.”

Rex perked up. “You see which way he went?”

“Might have,” Erl blinked both eyes one after the other.

Rex grumbled and dug into his pocket. He came up with a handful of credits and dumped them on the bar.

Erl leaned closer. “The Mando said he was going back to his ship.”

Great. Rex deflated. If Mando had left an hour ago, he would have run into Rex and Not-Yoda-Yet. Something had to have happened between the bar and the ship.

“Thanks,” Rex left the bar. He stood in the rain for a long moment. He had no idea where to look next. Underage-Yoda wailed again. Rex tried to calm him. The child only cried harder. Big fat tears mixed with the rain slapping down.

“Hush, it’s alright,” Rex tried bouncing the kid in his arms. “Your buir’s around here somewhere. We just have to find the kriffer. Nobody can kill that bucket-head. I swear he’s immortal. That’s why he keeps going on suicide missions. He’s proving his invincibility. And his ability to give me an ulcer.”

The child quieted from wailing to loud sniffles. He seemed to be listening, so Rex kept talking.

“That’s it, Little Grub. Someone up there is watching over your buir. Maybe even Master Yoda himself.” Rex let out a barking laugh. “Wouldn’t that be a sight? Old Master Yoda keeping an eye on you and the kriffing Mand’alor. I wonder what the old jetti thought of your buir claiming the Darksaber.”

Rex imagined Master Yoda swinging his cane and screeching. The thought brought another laugh.

The child had quieted. He gripped Rex’s gloved index finger between both hands.

Rex sighed. “I don’t have any more ideas, Little Grub. Let’s go back to the ship and try to get some sleep. Your buir might come back on his own. If not, we can try to find him in the morning.”

Rex slogged through the puddles back to the landing dock. A voice shouted as Rex approached. Rex spun with a hand on his blaster.

“Woah there,” a man with an impressive beard waved from the shelter of an overhang at the edge of the dock. “I mean you no harm, friend. My name is Teach.”

“Teach,” Rex held back a sigh. “I don’t really have time to chat.”

“You’re looking for the Mandalorian?” Teach asked. Rex went still.

“How do you know that?”

Teach shrugged. “The Mandalorain was looking for you.”

“What?” Rex squawked. “When?”

Teach scratched his beard while he thought. “Maybe twenty minutes ago.”

“Where did he go?” Rex demanded.

“That way,” Teach pointed a dirty finger in the direction Rex had originally left the ship.

“I am an idiot,” Rex hissed. Premature Yoda cooed. “You don’t have to agree, I already know it’s true.” Rex grumbled. “Come on Little Grub. If your buir was still upright twenty minutes ago, then he’ll loop back to the ship eventually.”

“Better hurry,” Teach advised. “Your friend wasn’t looking too good.”

Rex stopped in his tracks. “What does that mean?”

Teach spread his hands helplessly. “He was covered in blood. And sort of tipsy, you know?”

Kriff. It sounded like Mando hadn’t escaped the fight unscathed after all.

“Don’t worry,” Rex patted the child’s head. “We��ll find him.”

Rex was a soldier. Better than that, he was a Captain. He knew how to sweep a grid search. He started by heading in the direction the man had pointed. Rex followed the street to its end. He kept his eyes peeled for a kriffing Mandalorian just as idiotic as Rex himself.

Rex and the green bean in his possession weaved back and forth down the streets, alleys, and side streets all around the landing dock. Rex asked the people he found braving the rain about Mando. None of them had seen Rex’s lost bucket-head. If the ghost of Master Yoda really was looking down, now was a good time for the old gremlin to give Rex a divine signal.

Rex slammed into something solid as brick.

“Kark!” Rex spat. He checked over Yoda the Second. “Watch where you’re-.” Rex looked up at the silver chest plate he’d run into. He blinked. A familiar visor looked back. Mando and Rex stood frozen in tableau in the middle of the slick street. Rex’s mouth opened and closed. Mando stood still as a statue.

“Where have you been?” Rex exploded.

“Me? You were supposed to leave hours ago. I thought someone had got you.” Mando snapped.

“Well, I thought you’d been gutted and left for the birds,” Rex shot back. “And I’d never leave a brother behind.”

Mando fell silent. Rex realised his voice had risen to shout through the rain.

Mando swayed on the spot. Rex shot a hand out and grabbed Mando’s arm. The man looked ready to keel over.

“Come on,” Rex pulled Mando back to the ship. He waved his thanks to Teach still sitting under the dripping overhang. Rex tugged Mando up the ramp and out of the rain.

Rex shoved Mando to sit on the edge of his bunk. He plopped the shivering wet Sham Yoda into Mando’s arms.

“Are you hurt?” Rex demanded. “Do I need to leave you with the med kit?”

“No,” Mando shook his head.

“Are you sure?” Rex pressed. “You don’t seem stable, no offense.”

Mando said nothing. Rex knew better than to keep pushing. He pointed to Mando’s left shoulder. The armour sat askew. “What happened here?”

“They managed to rip my pauldron off,” Mando grumbled.

Rex’s blood went cold. “They tried to strip your armour before killing you?”

Mando nodded. “That’s the way they operate. They know it’s the ultimate dishonour for a Mandalorian to have their armour removed by another. They shame our people before they kill us.”

Yikes, yikes, yikes. Rex did not have the context to process that.

Mando stroked a gloved hand over the Little Jedi’s head. The tyke cooed. It seemed to calm Mando. His shoulders climbed down from around his helmet. Rex heard the sigh through Mando’s vocoder.

“You know the significance of armour,” Mando said. “I’ve seen you checking your paint.”

Rex nodded. The blue stripes and scores had just as much importance to Rex as his own limbs. To lose them would be devastating. Especially after so many clones had lost themselves to the Empire. Rex swallowed that thought down before it overwhelmed him.

“You’ve never asked me my name,” Mando said. “Not once in all this time.”

Rex straightened up. “It’s yours to give. Names are important.”

He thought of his brothers, who chose their names so carefully when no one bothered to give them one. He couldn’t help his mind straying to the first of many funerals he’d attended during the war. When the commanding Jedi had read the list of the dead, he’d read their CT numbers. The hiss of disapproval didn’t rise over the helmets bowed in grief. But no CT numbers were ever read at a funeral again.

“Din Djarin,” Mando said softly. Rex almost missed it. “My name is Din Djarin. When we’re alone, you may use it.”

Rex dipped his head. “I’m honoured, Din.”

Mando stood awkwardly and shuffled to the fresher.

Rex kept watch on him out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t convinced Din’s wobbly demeanour stemmed entirely from emotional upheaval. More likely the kriffer was hiding a blow to the head. Rex recalled a whole tribe of Jedis who would remain unnamed who used to conceal injuries like that.

Phony Yoda whined and waved his little claws.

Rex patted his green head. “We found him, Little Grub. Nothing else to worry about.”

Din came back out of the fresher and paused. “What the hell happened to the rations?”

Rex pointed a finger in Mini-Yoda’s face. “This is your mess and I’m not taking the fall for it.”

#captain Rex #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #baby yoda #grogu #angst #fanfiction #fanfic #star wars au

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years

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Centuries--Three

Word Count: 2255

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Jack, Reader, Crowley (Mentioned), Maggie (Mentioned), Hezekiah (OG, Mentioned), Farid (OG)

About: The Reader and Dean go out after learning from Cas that she is on both Heavens and Hells most wanted list. They are then cornered by a few demons where they learn about another missing piece of the Readers missing memories. One that has both Dean and Reader agreeing that Sam mustn’t know about.

Warnings: Language, Tease (Sexual), Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Blood and Gore, Panic Attack,

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"A whole fucking year?!" Dean asks the next morning. He sits up in bed and tousles his hair. If he weren't too annoyed and upset, I would have found the action sexy and hot. But I don't, also doesn't mean I'm not turn on by it. "And you didn't think to wake me up with this information?"

I take a deep breath. Understand what he's saying. I should have woken him up but, to be honest, I was more focused on what I was feeling when I found out I had been back for a full on year. "According to what Sam found on the phone," I say rolling out of bed. Before I get dressed, I turn back to Dean. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. You actually looked really peaceful sleeping."

When I came back to the room, I had seen how peaceful he looked. Even when I was living the first time around...wow, I never knew I would ever have a thought like that. Dean rarely ever saw rest like that. It could have been the sex. It could have been seeing me alive and somewhat well. It could have been a combination of both.

Dean nods his head and rolls out of bed. I bite my lip as I see his entire figure. "I did sleep good," He turns back to me and smiles at me. Then he notices me staring at him. Dean leans over the bed and eyes the black underwear I'm wearing under his tshirt. "You know," he tugs at the hem of the shirt and elastic of the underwear. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

I smile and playfully push his hand back. "Not now," I pull some pants on and throw my hair up in a hair tie. Turning back around dean is in my favorite red button up shirt. That damn red shirt did things to me and made me feel things that are just as dirty as the sex last night.

"Well, now that's hot." Dean's dressed and pulls me into his arms. "Maybe we can get you some fake glasses and you can teach me a few lessons." His voices purrs against my skin and I am very tempted to rip my clothes off and shove Dean on the bed. But I can't. Not this time at least. We have so much to do and get onto.

"Sweetheart," I say wrapping my arms around his neck. "When all of this over and I get a years worth of memories back, you can have me in whatever way and shape you want." I plant a soft and gentle kiss on his lips.

"I guess we should get those memories back then huh?" Dean gives my ass a little squeeze before pushing away from me. "What do you say we get some food?"

We head to the kitchen to hear Sam talking to Cas. When we enter the Kitchen we see the two of them huddled up while Jack sat a few feet from them looking at a book. He looks confused and interested at the same time. Cas looks up and stops talking.

"What's up?" I ask sitting across from Jack but the questions is aimed at Cas and Sam. They continue to look at me and not say anything. Dean picks it up too.

"Dragons are real?" Jack looks up at me with his eye brows knitted together.

"Yes," I say. "They kidnap virgins and the only way they can be killed is by a blade they forge." I take the book from him and close it. "Go to my room, its down that hall and the third door on the left. There will be better books in there for you to choose from. Grab The Lightning Thief and read it."

Jack gets up and does what I say. Once he was gone Cas sighs. "He should be reading up on all the Lore he can."

"He's a child Cas," I say. "Let him enjoy something fun." I turn towards the angel and younger Winchester. "Now, what's up that you guys had to stop talking in hushed tones. It sure has something to do with me. Let's get it all out in the open now."

It's quiet for a while. My heart races because if it was something I did and because I won't remember it, then I don't know what I would do to even forgive myself. Dean must have seen my worry because he is sitting next to me. Cas and Sam look at each other and Sam nods.

Cas takes a deep breath before speaking. "I over heard something on Angel radio," Another deep breath. "That both angels and demons are looking for you. Apparently they have had you on their radar since you came back last year. They want to know how and why. It is not pretty."

I let out a shaky breath. "Well they can get in line until we figure that out." I get up to get my blood moving. Dean attempts to grab my hand but, I push it away. "I need to get out of here and get some air." I start to feel dizzy. What did I do to get on heavens and hells most wanted list? I get to the top of the stairs and realize that Dean has my hands and his turning me towards him.

"I can't let you go out there," he says. "Not with a giant target on your back. You're on a wanted list. If any of them get you, it won't be pretty. They will torture you and I don't know what I would do if I lost you again."

I stare at Dean. I see the worry on his face. He must see the fear on mine. "You're not my parent. Dean," I whisper. "I'm full grown ass woman who can't breath in here," My voice raises through clenched teeth. "So let me go so I can get some air or I will kick your ass."

Dean drops my hands and ushers me out the door. Once outside, I put my hands on my knees and just breath. Dean standing beside me rubbing my back. "I'm sorry," He says kneeling down to look at me. "Where should we go?" He rattles the impala keys in his hands.

Within the hour, we are parked in a alley way about to rip our clothes off when there is tapping on the window. We both sigh in annoyance. I slide off Deans lap and fix up my hair and see not one but, four people standing in the alley. I look at Dean who is getting the same vibe I am. Dean opens the glove compartment and pulls out two angel blades.

"Probably not the best idea," he says as he slides a blade over to me.

"Best idea in the moment," I open the door and step out and smile at the group of demons. "What do we owe for this visit?" I give a taunting smile. The kind of smile I remember using in Hell to get what I wanted when I was a demon. Dean notices and looks me up and down.

"Crowley wants your head." one of the two females say.

"Of course he does," I say keeping the taunting smile. But what for? I wondered. "And why is that, again?" I ask.

The demons laugh. A male demon steps forward. "Don't play stupid."

"Hey!" Dean points his blade and the male stops talking. "If anyone calls YN stupid or any other names, I will be sending you back to Crowley in a tiny USPS box."

The demons look at each other. The female who spoke before, well, she walks up to me. I continue to keep my taunting smile but, from the corner of my eye I see Deans body stiffen up. "All those deals you made as a demon, all those souls that were rightfully Crowley's, have been null and void since you came back. So he's a little pisses and want's your he for it but according to the self righteous dicks they want you for information on a rogue angel you've been in cahoots with."

I loose my smile and look at Dean. I don't care about the deals being voided by whatever, what I do care about is the fact I was working with a rogue angel. Then something clicks in the back of my brain. "Hezekiah," I say under my breath.

"Ahhh yes, that's his name. The same dick that sicked you on that poor hunter chick a while back. Sliced her throat and almost bled her dry. Into a hikers camel back." She smiles wickedly and it sends a shiver down my spine.

"What?" I can barely get my voice out. I can hear Cas's words echo in my head from the day before. Maggie had been found with a throat slashed. In the woods. I look at Dean who is looking at me, there's a realization on his face when he connects the dots too. Sam mustn't know. I look back at the demon licking my lips.

"Prove it," Dean says to the demons. "Prove that it was her if you're so sure that it was her."

The demon laughs and stalks towards Dean. Making your already on edge body and mind even more on edge. I turn a bit so that I don't loose sight of the other three demons standing with weapons in their hands. "We don't have to prove anything to you," She get's too close for my liking but I don't move. I watch as the demon pulls an angel blade out and draws the tip of it up his arm to his cheek. "Farid," she calls to the male demon who basically called me stupid. "Grab YN, take her Crowley. I might have a little fun with the Winchester."

Having a flashback of that time in the field before I died going through the gates of Heaven. Everything starts to move in slow motion. I turn to see the demon, Farid, run towards me. From the corner of my eye I see Dean spin the female demon around and stab her with her own blade. She lights up and falls to the ground. I focus on the demon charging me and simply side step away and grab his arm and push him on the wall. I drive my blade into the middle of his back and watch as his body lights up. I watch as his body falls to the ground and the blood spills out of his body.

I turn to see the other two demons smoke out, leaving their vessels behind. Dean and I go and check to see if they are alive but, sadly they are not. I sit back and start to breath deeply. I feel that my body is starting to relax and my heart pace quickens. I close my eyes and try to forget what the demon told us. I did not kill Maggie. I wouldn't kill my best friend. I hope to God that I didn't. Sam will never forgive me I did.

I feel Deans hand on mine and I open my eyes. "Hey, you wouldn't kill Maggie. You want to know why I know that? You and her were always joined at the hip, the best of friends." I know Dean is trying to help but it doesn't make me feel any better.

"And if I did?" I ask letting tears fall. I can't stop thinking about it. Something deep inside me was telling me that its true. And if I did, Sam will most likely kill me.

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it," Dean brushes the tears away. Dean helps me up and leads me back to the Impala. "We will have Cas try and search hard for that forgotten memory." I nod and hug my arms around myself and close my eyes.

"We don't tell Sam about this at all," I say and see Dean nod in agreement.

Once we are back at the bunker and are inside, Cas tells us that Sam went out with Jack on a supply run. Which makes everything better. Dean catches Cas up to speed and I head to the room 7B. I stood in the door way as I remember Michael, in Deans body, sitting at the table strapped to wires. I remember that some hours before that he had stabbed me after kidnapping me.

Take a deep breath and walk into the room and grab rope and a chair. I turn to see both Dean and Cas standing in the door way. I hold the rope out and Dean approaches me and takes the rope. I sit in the chair and let him tie me up. One the way back I told Dean he would need to tie me down because for some reason if something were to snap in my head and I went into some robot killer mode, the both of us were protected.

"Okay," Dean steps aside. Cas walks up behind me and places two hands on both sides of head.

"Here goes nothing," Cas says. I feel a wave of energy run through my brain. It hurts like hell but I can't find the will to scream out in pain but, I can't possibly tell him to stop. "There is a wall up but, theres a crack. I might be able to get into it."

"Whatever you have to do," I say through the pain in my brain.

Then, my vision is clouded by a bright light.

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writersrealmbts · 4 years

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Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 2

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 11/06/2019

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff: 4,124 words

A/N: This wasn’t requested as much for continuation, but I had an idea hit me and thought I’d pop this out! Also! Be looking out for the Thanksgiving story raffle! I still have at least one request that I never got to last year, so I’m doing that, but I have all of Thanksgiving week off of school, so I can probably do more than I did for Halloween!

Jimin hadn’t been joking when he said he would make sure you were never alone in the dorm again. You were allowed privacy, of course, but if they weren’t going to be home all day, he would make sure you went along with them.

You were happy to go, as long as you didn’t distract them and get them in trouble—which definitely happened the first week after you’d almost faded. You’d gotten a couple dirty looks from directors and such because the boys were constantly checking on you.

So, you started insisting that if they were going to be filming, or doing photoshoots or something like that, you would stay in one of their studios. Jimin always brought your shoe-box, which was basically your mobile home, and you could usually distract yourself for a few hours there. You also played among Namjoon’s many figurines, hiding when someone would come along that wasn’t one of your boys before resuming your games. Staying mostly in pixie form at the office.

You only went into your big form when in the privacy of one of their studios, usually when they were around. It was a sign of trust to you, and they were careful not to break that trust.

They still forgot about you now and then, preoccupied with work, but they usually weren’t distracted for as long and quickly came back to you.

But today was one of those days where they did remember you, they just couldn’t even grab a spare second to check on you.

You snuck into the area where they were filming, staying well out of sight. You just wanted to see them.

“I want to do v-live after this, hyung!” One of them called to one of the managers, getting the quick approval.

“Oh, we should all do it. It’s been a while since we were all on v-live together,” Namjoon suggested.

It was greeted with approval from everyone.

You sighed and flew back out, resigning yourself to being alone until they could finally go home.

You went into Hobi’s studio even though your box was in Namjoon’s, finding one of the tiny books you’d stashed along with a blanket and curled up to read. They’d look for you in each of the studios before panicking, so you weren’t too worried about staying where you were.

Until the boys all came into Hoseok’s studio to do the v-live.

Jungkook and Taehyung weren’t there yet, but the boys were getting it started.

You were definitely stuck hiding there, but you made yourself comfortable to watch them interact with army through the phone.

Jungkook and Taehyung came in about ten minutes in, looking a little worried.

“Is y/n in here, hyung?” Tae asked.

“I don’t think so, why?”

“She’s not in Namjoon-hyung’s studio, or ours,” Jungkook answered instead.

“Uh, we’re live,” Jimin told them. “Sorry, Army, they’re just looking for our pixie.”

You pouted, sticking your tongue out at Jimin even though you knew he had to say that. Even though everyone knew about you, it was still considered a touchy subject with female army because you were female. Everyone thought that they should have gotten a boy fairy, but they had eventually accepted it as long as you weren’t brought up too often.

Yoongi went to go check his studio quietly, while Jungkook and Taehyung quickly got involved in the v-live.

You sighed and hid again. You’d come out later and pretend you’d been asleep.

You went still as you sensed someone near where you were hiding, flinching slightly when the object you were sitting against shifted ever so slightly, and then one of your pillows and an extra blanket were dropped next to you by familiarly crooked fingers as he pretended to be examining the decor.

You quickly accepted them, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Yoongi came back and told them that you weren’t in his studio.

“She’ll show up. She’s probably hiding from us,” Seokjin told them. “We didn’t have breakfast with her like we normally do, so she’s probably trying to teach us a lesson.”

You suppressed a giggle. You weren’t even awake when they had breakfast, having fallen back to sleep during the car ride.

You peeked out again and all of the other boys seemed to have accepted most of what he said, even though they knew he was making up part of it just to move the topic along and back to Army.

Namjoon was talking and his arm flung out and knocked the shelf.

You scrambled back as some of the figurines started falling toward you, getting to a safe place, but bashing your elbow in the process. Tears pricked your eyes automatically, and you did your best to blink them away, frowning as they rolled down your cheeks instead. You caught them before they could fall too far from your face and shoved them into your bag. You were collecting your tears, trying to think of something you could do with them instead of throwing them away like you had been doing for years. So far your ideas included a bean-bag chair, and making a chandelier for your doll-house. For now, you had a few that you’d wound threads around that captured the sunlight and reflected the light prettily.

Jin was teasing Namjoon as he straightened things out, quickly peeking to see if you were okay.

You were surprised when he placed his hand down for you to climb on with the blankets and pillow, but you did it anyway, grabbing your bag as well and using his hand like a bed. Nice and warm.

“Oh! Hyung, is that…?”

“Yah, Namjoon! You could have squished her!” Hoseok berated Namjoon.

Jimin was quick to uncup the hand Jin had over his other, encasing you, to make sure you were alright.

You just smiled up at him.

“It’s been a while since you guys saw her. Yeah, she’s all better now. Has been for a while now, she’s very shy,” Taehyung was saying to the camera, reading the comments. “Oh, y/n? Did you want to say Hi to army?”

You reached up toward Jin’s hand to try and pull it back down to hide you.

He complied.

“Ah, sorry, everyone, she’s really, very shy. She doesn’t even come out around our managers sometimes,” Hoseok was saying, his tone gentle and loving.

They kept talking with Army, but they were quieter about it so that they wouldn’t hurt you. They still got rowdy, but they also quieted down a little faster.

“She’s the kind that can switch what size she is,” Yoongi said, after reading a question.

You rolled over, pinching Jin’s hand so that he knew you weren’t happy about them talking about you.

He moved his hand so that he could peek down and smile at you, whispering quietly enough that the camera wouldn’t pick up, “We’re almost done.”

You nodded, grabbing onto his shirt and tugging to indicate you’d rather be in his pocket than hands for now.

He brought you up to his shirt pocket, letting you climb in and bring in your supplies, chuckling when your movements tickled.

Finally you were situated and you peeked out just a little, just so that your eyes were over the edge of the fabric. You looked at all the boys, then squinted toward the phone they were using for the v-live.

Hoseok frowned and looked back, finally seeing you in Jin’s pocket and grinning with a laugh that followed.

The other boys quickly looked and were just as amused.

You scowled and ducked back into the pocket, pulling the blankets so that they couldn’t just look in and see you. Continually poking at Jin’s chest to release your annoyance.

The live went on for another forty minutes, and from the way Jin’s hand kept touching the pocket you resided within, you had a feeling that none of them had planned that and you heard Jin try to get them to wrap it up a couple times. It was like every time his hand touched the pocket he was trying to apologize to you for the lie he had unknowingly told you.

You managed to fall asleep at some point, and when you peeked out again, they were just wrapping up the live, that had been going on for just over two hours according to the clock.

You scowled and the moment it was over, you climbed out of the pocket with your bag and one of the blankets and flew to the top shelf where they couldn’t reach you easily. Petty? Maybe. But you’d gone a little over twenty-four hours without their attention, since even the night before that hadn’t really be able to do much with you aside from cuddle you in their sleep. At least Jin had known you well enough to know that you were hiding in there.

“Oh, y/n?” Jimin asked, since you literally flew right past his face to reach your destination.

You knew it wasn’t completely their fault. But after a really busy day, was a v-live really more important than you? Only Jungkook and Taehyung had gone to even check on you initially. They couldn’t have all tried to even say hello to you before doing this?

Jin’s hand appeared, simply waiting, as if knowing you weren’t mad at him.

You went over, seeing him waiting, your shoebox just below the edge of the shelf.

You ignored the worried and hurt looks the other boys sported, hopping into the box and quickly burrowing into the soft fluffy things inside.

Jin was verbally shooing them from trying to open your box again. “She’ll talk to us when we’re home. You know she hates being big here.”

“I have to stay and work on some tracks,” Yoongi said softly.

You huffed, then knocked on the lid of the box.

Jin opened it.

You fluttered out, landing on Yoongi’s shoulder, beside his neck and placing a small kiss on his jaw. “Make sure to nap.”

He nodded, smiling softly at you.

You nodded, then quickly darted back to the box, grateful that Jin closed it quickly after despite the protests from the three youngest boys.

“Hyung’s right, she obviously doesn’t want to talk to us right now. Let’s just get home, and maybe she’ll talk to us there.” Namjoon’s voice carried through the box, and then you felt the movements of Jin walking. The nasty rush of the elevator. The thrum of the car ride.

When the lid was opened again, it was in your bedroom.

You flew out and switched forms, landing on your feet easily, and leaning against Seokjin.

He chuckled softly and pet your hair. “The others really want to see you.”

“I know.”

“You want to tell us what this is about?”

“No.”

He laughed again. “You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

“I almost got squished,” You muttered. “And I’ve gone more than a day without cuddles and conversation.”

“I know, we’re really sorry about that. We really wish we’d had time for that too. It’s exhausting. And I really was trying to get them to wrap it up.”

You nodded. “I heard. I know you’re not feeling well. Headache?”

He nodded. “I was really grateful when they were quieter because of you.”

“I’m useful like that.” You stepped back and stretched. “Jungkookie and Taehyungie can come in. You should go shower and then go to bed. Feel better, Seokjinnie,” You whispered, quickly hugging him again.

He pecked your lips, still a very new habit and something that made the other boys jealous but that they wouldn’t repeat, then slipped out of your room.

“Why not me?” Jimin asked pitifully.

Jungkook was already in your room, with Taehyung following shortly after.

“Hey, y/n,” Jungkook said softly, sitting on your bed next to you.

“Hello.”

“So…why were you hiding from us?” Taehyung asked, getting straight to the point.

You pouted at him, then looked away. “I was hiding more from the others.”

“Why?” Jungkook asked softly, hands already combing through your hair. He loved playing with your hair.

“Because at least you two thought to check on me before starting that stupid live show,” You muttered. And of course, being the emotionally-driven being you were, you had tears pricking at your eyes. “Why couldn’t you all have done it tomorrow and spent more time with me today?”

“Y/n,” Taehyung said your name with so much empathy that it actually furthered your tears into slipping from the ridge of your eye and down your face. His and Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you.

There were little clacks as your tears rolled to the floor, but they let you cry through that particular frustration without a word. Just comforting you.

“I know it’s selfish, I do. You guys were working really hard all day, and I know you have fans that love you, but I missed you and it scares me when we go that long!” You murmured, and you could hear the door inching open, a sure sign that Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok had been listening at the door and wanted to see if they were hearing right. “And I was so good! I didn’t cause any trouble, and I made sure not to interrupt your work or distract you, even though I really wanted to see you!”

“You were,” Taehyung agreed softly, burying his face in your hair. “You were a really good girl. We’re really proud of you for holding out for so long. We really appreciate you doing that. It might have taken even longer if you hadn’t. And it’s not selfish for you, little wing. You need our love to live, and going that long without it so soon must have been hard. We really did try to get away sometimes but there was so much to do. I only have a few schedules tomorrow, so I’ll make sure to wear something you can hide in and then we can come home and watch movies and do crafts, okay?”

You nodded, finally calming down with some hiccups.

“Cute,” Jungkook murmured, nuzzling your shoulder. “I’ll be done in the afternoon, and so will Jin-hyung. We can bring home dinner, from that place you like so much.”

You smiled at him, still hiccuping, but really happy at the prospect of spending more time with them.

Jimin was barely restraining himself in the doorway, and Hoseok looked pretty worried too.

Namjoon seemed to understand.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, then looked at all the tiny diamond droplets on the floor, their laps, your bed. “I’m going to be finding these for weeks.”

“It’s so weird that your tears solidify like that,” Taehyung said, picking one up. “What would happen if I tried to break it?”

“It’s diamond, so…maybe nothing,” You replied, a little confused by his thinking.

They both froze.

“D-diamond?” Jungkook asked, turning your toward him, looking genuinely shook.

So were the other three standing in the doorway.

“You…threw diamonds in the trash…” Namjoon said finally.

You shrugged, grabbing your tiny bag from the shoebox and pulling out the jar you were keeping your tears in, dumping the bag out and then crouching to pick up your tears. “I’m trying not to be wasteful anymore. I just need to find an appropriate craft for them.”

“D-do you think I could take a few?”

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged. “I cry enough.”

The boys were all looking suspiciously at Namjoon, but you weren’t sure why.

He nodded. “Thanks. I’ll show you what I come up with.”

You smiled and then looked under the bed, looking for any tears that might have rolled under. “Gotcha!”

“Um, y/n…” Jimin whispered, looking pleadingly at you.

You looked away, but finally moved closer, first going to Hoseok, though because he’d poked his head in on you in passing earlier that day.

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Baby? Did we hurt your feelings?”

You rubbed your face into his shirt, not wanting to respond.

He pushed you away so that he could look at your face, tilting it up. “Baby, you know we love you, right?”

You nodded. “Missed you.”

“We missed you, too. I missed you too,” He said softly, then kissed your forehead.

“Y/n-ie,” Jimin pouted, sounding a little wounded now.

You sighed and turned to tuck against his chest instead. “I know, Jiminie. You didn’t mean to leave me alone. You always make sure I’m not home alone, and I’m really grateful.”

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asked suddenly.

You looked up at him and smiled softly, shyly.

He leaned down and pressed his lips softly against yours, kissing you for what felt like only a split second and ten minutes. So, probably around five seconds.

But successfully made you warm and fuzzy and you hugged his waist while cooing softly in happiness.

He breathed out shakily, then was kissing you again, desperately.

You were a little surprised by the fervor with which he attacked your lips, and the way it made you feel.

“Alright, that’s enough of that!” Hoseok and Jungkook forced Jimin away from you after a while.

You wobbled a bit, feeling a little light-headed. Okay, a lot lightheaded and weirdly distant from your body.

Namjoon steadied you, turning to look at your face, his eyes widening in surprise. “Um, y/n? You okay?”

You were feeling too floaty to respond, letting him hold you up while you really just wanted to melt.

“Um…someone get Jin. And see if he has the guide. Maybe start looking up what to do when a fairy’s pupils are almost as big as their irises?” Namjoon said.

You managed to pinch on the fabric of his shirt somehow, hyper-focusing on the feel of the fabric.

“Oh no, she’s shrinking!”

You felt your body drop a second, and you almost lost the floaty feeling but it was back and you giggled a little.

“What did you guys do to her?” Jin’s voice sounded upset and you turned toward it, a little fear sparking in you.

“I got a little carried away kissing her,” Jimin said, a little guilt to it, maybe? “And then she shrunk. What does the handbook say?”

Everything was sort of watery and wobbly, but you could see Jin flipping through the book after looking at the index.

“Uh, does she feel warm or cold?”

“To me she feels warm, but she’s starting to shiver a little.”

Some of your blankets were carefully arranged around you in Namjoon’s hand.

“Okay, keep taking care of her and showing her affection, if she starts to sleep let her, I’m gonna call the hotline.”

“Jinnie sleep,” You murmured, and you know they didn’t hear you, but you were starting to worry about Jin because you knew that he hadn’t been feeling well and suddenly that floaty feeling was quickly disappearing along with the warmth, happiness, and lightheaded-ness. “Jinnie!”

“Hey, hey, I’m right here, what’s wrong?” He asked, coming close and using a finger to stroke your head. Were his fingers normally that big.

“You sleep,” You said again. “You needed sleep.” You were feeling heavier by the moment, and your wings fluttered trying to hold onto the light feeling.

“I will,” He replied, still stroking your hair as delicately as he could. “But you look like you need sleep too.”

You felt sort of funny, fuzzy but also weighted in areas. Wobbly, like when you got drunk that first and last time. When Jungkook and Jimin didn’t know that fairies and alcohol shouldn’t mix. On the bright side, Yoongi slept for a solid twenty-eight hours because of your magic and said it was the best sleep he’d ever had—even if he did wake up having missed an entire day’s schedule and ravenously hungry, on top of slightly messing up his usual sleep cycle. But you were puking for three days, and felt like you were dying, as well as hallucinating and you ended up hiding in the doll-house for a week, only coming out to puke into the bowl they had placed beside your doll-house, and to drag the saltine crackers into the house along with the water supply.

That had been about two months after they had brought you home, after you’d recovered from the broken leg.

You flopped over in Namjoon’s hand, shaking once with a chill, then closing your eyes. If you went to sleep, so would Jin. If Jin slept he’d feel better.

“I turned down her covers and turned on her heated blanket, it’s on the lowest setting,” Jungkook whispered.

“Mmm, move the blankets to the stuffed animal she likes to sleep on,” Hoseok instructed. “She’ll be more comfortable there and we can use the long ears to cover her a little more. She likes it when that happens.”

You did. You loved sleeping on the basset-hound stuffed animal, it was really big for you, but the ears were also really big and covered you so nicely and you always felt so warm and secure. But you also didn’t want them to leave you, so a whine left your throat, too high-pitched for them to actually hear but they always seemed to perceive it’s presence.

“You don’t want to be alone, baby?” Hoseok asked, so soft, so gentle.

You shook your head.

Taehyung cooed. “Our cutie! It’d be easier to stay with you if you’re big,” He told you softly.

You blinked, then suddenly you were being held up by four of them.

“Gotcha,” Jungkook whispered, pulling you fully into his arms. “Alright. Who do you want to cuddle?”

You just nodded.

“All of us? Baby, I don’t think that’s possible,” Jimin whispered.

You sucked on your lower lip.

“We can try. Namjoon, stay with Y/n in here. Jungkook-ah, come help me move mattresses. Hobi, Jiminie, we’re using your mattresses.”

“Okay, hyung,” Jimin replied, taking Jungkook’s place holding you. “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t hurt me.”

He hummed, sharing a look with Taehyung, who had the manual now, reading through it.

“I don’t know what hyung saw in here.” Taehyung was pouting, flipping back and forth between the two pages.

“He did say he was going to call the hotline, Taehyung-ah.” Namjoon slid his fingers through your hair, smiling softly as you melted toward his touch.

They were all soon caressing your hair, brushing your arms, someone was rubbing your neck and shoulders.

It was heavenly.

“Bed’s ready, baby,” Jungkook’s gentle words wiggled through your happy haze.

You reached out your arms, and his wrapped around you, picking you up and carrying you without another word.

You didn’t even open your eyes, able to sort of sense everyone settling in around you.

But…

“Yoongi?” You whispered, noticing his absence even more.

About then, the door opened, closed, and you heard the lock.

“Ah, Yoongi, good timing. Y/n-ie was just asking for you,” Jin said, his voice as soft as clouds. “I guess she wants to cuddle you.”

“Bad night?”

“Mmm, something like that. Go change, and then come back and cuddle.”

You whined a little because that sounded like it would take a while and you wanted him beside you now.

“I’ll be right there, y/n, I promise,” Yoongi said, his casual tone oddly comforting and allowing you to slip back into the haze again.

You nodded slowly, humming a song (probably one of theirs since you knew their music best) to distract yourself until he came back.

“Tomorrow we’ll have a really good day,” Taehyung promised you softly, lips brushing your forehead. “No tears.”

“Kisses?” You asked.

Lips met yours after a minute or so, and you knew they were Jin’s. “All the kisses you could ask for.”

“From everyone?”

“Hmmm, probably eventually,” He answered softly after another pause. “Would you like kisses from everyone?”

“Only if they want kisses from me,” You pouted, still not opening your eyes. They were tired. Where was—

“Where am I going?” Yoongi asked quietly.

“Right next to her, hyung. We’ve been with her most of the night.”

Yoongi crawled in on your left, and his arm draped over your waist. “Hey, baby.”

“Yoongi,” You whispered back. “You’re home?”

“Yeah, I was worried about you and I finished the tracks earlier than I thought.” He sighed softly. “Let’s sleep, y/n.”

You nodded, finally allowing your body to relax completely in the warmth of their love for you.

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