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When artistic visionary Ann Ghelld passed away, she bequeathed her beloved townhouse to the city as affordable housing for fellow creative types... on one stipulation; that nobody touched its eccentric and wildly impractical layout.
While this final request has caused its share of architectural headaches, nonetheless, the Ann Ghelld Building survives in the heart of Sim City’s basket weaving district. Upon crossing its unusual threshold you might grab a coffee from Cafe Urele, pick up a bouquet or snacks from LlaMart Convenience, or simply catch the elevator up to any of its three apartments.
I love watching LilSimsie’s videos, even though we play different editions, and I particularly enjoy her shell challenges - where she uploads empty exterior walls and others have to make a lot out of it. I especially liked this one, referred to lovingly by LilSimsie & her followers as the “Big Mistake Shell Challenge” - because all the exterior walls are 100% diagonal.
This is just as difficult to work around in TS4 as it is in TS2, so I wanted to join in the torture! The (wonky) red lines mark the untouchable shell. I ended up really happy with the results, so I’m sharing this fully-furnished, cleaned, play-tested, CC-free apartment building in the hopes you’ll enjoy it too.
Important info, more pics & download link below!
🚨 PLEASE LOAD THIS LOT BEFORE MOVING SIMS IN 🚨
When you move Sims into an apartment, it’s difficult to safely alter anything outside, so please make sure to check that everything is as it should be before you move Sims in.
You do not need CC or mods to play this lot. However, it was made with a few common mods in mind, and if you don’t want to use them, please tweak the lot before playing:
Rugs have been placed off-grid. Either make sure you have Rugs Off The Grid, or delete/move rugs to avoid graphical glitches as seen in these previews.
If you don’t have Water Inaccessible Flowers and Trim Inaccessible Bushes then you may need to move/delete some landscaping and/or fences.
The ground floor was designed for use with Apartments & Shopping On The Same Lot. If you don’t use this mod, nothing bad will happen, but the bottom floor will not sell anything except via the vending machines & electronics kiosk. You can replace the convenience store with a common area such as an indoor pool, computer room, etc, or even another apartment; I honestly recommend leaving the cafe as-is, because your playable Sims can still work there as a barista.
There is no CC in this lot, but there are some deco "accessory” items not normally accessible by players (e.g. a saucepan). If you delete these you may not be able to replace them. Similarly, some items were placed with Shiftable Everything. If you delete some items you may not be able to replace them in the same positions without this mod.
A corner counter in the top apartment may not corner properly when the lot is placed. This can be fixed with moveobjects. Although it clips, it is considered within the apartment, so you can put objects on it without apartment cheats.
If you don’t use Shiftable Trash Chutes, your chutes may appear glitched (see below). This is harmless and can be fixed simply by replacing the chute. Note: the chute on the second floor was originally placed with the cheat setquartertileplacement on.
If you play with CC, then I also have some suggestions for where it might improve this lot:
The expensive computer in the cafe (I hate that hideous thing) would be much better as a laptop.
The flower plots on the rooftop would also make a great produce garden with Honeywell’s placeable garden plots.
You can replace a corkboard in the lobby with a jobs board.
The signs for Cafe Urele might look nicer with a recolour or swapped out for a cute sandwich board.
The bike racks by the basketball court look a bit bare without some deco bikes.
The bare brick wall at the back of the building is prime real estate for some graffiti.
The busker’s guitar out the front will look a little more appropriate with an invisible amp recolour and maybe a decorative case.
If you find all the lights overpowering, don’t forget to turn some off.
And of course, don’t forget to add fences, hedges, etc. that will make this lot blend in better with the surrounding lots in your hood.
The first apartment has two separate bedrooms; Currently, it’s furnished as though occupied by two unrelated roommates - one sewist and one musician - but it could also work for a parent and a child. It has this kitchenette common area as well as a small balcony.
The second apartment is the most “luxury”. It’s a cozy open-plan studio with a double bed, a small but quality kitchen, and its own balcony. This is ideal for a D.I.N.K couple or perhaps a single Romance Sim.
The top apartment is the smallest and cheapest, barely fitting a kitchenette and single bed, but there’s space to move out on the building’s largest balcony. Perfect for an artsy single Sim working or studying in the big city. (The little reading nook bumpout is my favourite detail.)
All bathrooms are more or less identical, with a toilet, basin, medicine cabinet, trash can, and shower. The second floor studio has a shower/bath combo.
I wanted the lot to have free skilling opportunities, so all residents have access to the rooftop garden and free use of the crafting station & chess set there. There’s also a bookcase in the cafe, a guitar on the street for busking, an outdoor gym, and a basketball hoop.
Sims should be able to access everything (except the flowers/hedges - see above) without routing errors, though of course, with such an “interesting” layout, your Sims might get a bit cramped and fussy. The only issue I ran into is that there’s nowhere on the second floor for the newspaper to be delivered, so it often glitches into the apartment on the left, regardless of which apartment you live in. You can retrieve the paper in buy mode without cheats. This is not an issue on the top floor.
Thank you so much for reading! I don’t remember the last time I shared a lot for download; if you do end up playing it, I’d love to hear how it went.
Download Ann Gheld Building [CC Free]
#the sims 2#ts2#sims 2 lot#I don't know what to tag this with lol#sniffles. looks at you directly. please clap#I never considered myself a builder so sharing lots makes me way more nervous than sharing CC!#if you like it then reblogs would mean ... the Sim world ... [staring at you with huge eyes]#in all seriousness though this was so fun I love shell challenges. It being entirely diagonal was SO interesting#in TS4 and TS2 alike a lot of items NEED to be on straight walls to function#TS4 doesn't have elevators or spiral stairs though so their stairs situation was even harder haha. I do feel bad about that#but placing things like toilets and counters etc was hard because they look best against straight walls#and some other items just don't function diagonally. like some of the dressers. or they do but need a 4x bigger footprint#and I couldn't use any of my precious walk-around/through blocks!! because CC free!!#I do adore Shiftable Everything though god bless modders#I'm experimenting so much more now that 1) I don't have to fiddle with OMSPs and 2) I know I can share it wantonly#I think my favourite little outcome of the extreme space/orientation restrictions were that I actually had a reason to put trash cans#in the bathrooms. Like that was the only place they would reliably fit#because all the bathrooms were so weirdly shaped because they all needed straight walls. so they all had little pockets#meanwhile the rest of the apartment typically didn't have space for a bin where it would be accessible in normal gameplay#I never put trash cans in Sim bathrooms normally because there's no need for one there even tho IRL it's probably like#the most common place to have a trash can after the kitchen#BAM. Lil bit of realism for you. Two sim birds with one sim stone#anyway I'm rambling. I had a lot of fun with this and I'm gonna do more shell challenges and maybe share more builds#there's also a little rockethorse easter egg for you to find if you do download it#thank you again for reading!#rockethorse lots
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All Night (Cruel World Pt.2)
Thankfully (for Sanemi's sake) you return from Final Selection alive and well. However, you being apart of the Demon Slayer Corps has his nerves going insane. To assure your safety, you often attend missions alongside him.
word count: 15.150
warning: character death, blood, jealousy, cursing, smut, dark themes, aphrodisiac, anxiety, impregnation kink, mentions of abortion
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Part One | Masterlist | Final Part
You felt old next to the other Final Selection survivors and the thought causes your heart to ache. You were an adult, far from the young age of 14 - the youngest apart of the survivors. To think children join the Demon Slayer Corps and put their lives at risk in order to help others - you wonder how old Sanemi was when he joined. Or Genya - all of the slayers you’ve met.
The morning sun shines bright ahead of you and the other five survivors. Your eyes look forward to the mountaintop shrine, a soft smile forming on your lips at the two children standing before the survivors.
“Welcome back.” they say in Unison. “Congratulations on completing Final Selection. We’re pleased to see that you’re all safe..”
There’s a low sniffle beside you. You hum at the sight - a young boy no older than 16. You recall just how terrified he was to encounter a demon coming at him with such speed that he barely managed to dodge its attack. It was raining that night and the boy's burgundy hair was clouding his vision. You intervene, slashing the demon’s neck. The boy, Shinra, never left your side until now.
“First we must issue you all uniforms once we take your correct measurements.” the dark haired child started.
“Then we’ll engrave your rank on the back of your hand.” the white haired child continued.
“You then will be given the chance to select the ore that will be used to forge your weapon - swords. It will be 10-15 days before said weapons are ready to use.”
The black haired child claps their hands twice. Above you hear several crows, flocking their wings. You're excited, nearly ecstatic. You recall the many times you’ve been berated by Muichiro’s crow and how she loved him dearly that you wished to have your own.
A crow flocks onto your shoulders. It flocks its wings several times before stopping, inspecting your face.
“Now that you all are demon slayers, you are each assigned Kasugai Crows.” the white haired child spoke. “They are used to facilitate communication.”
The black haired child turned away to remove the long, blue cloth that laid above a table.”Now the time has come for you to choose an ore for your sword.” he says, revealing several ore’s for each of you to choose.
“Shinra.” you call to the boy beside you, still sniffling. “Let’s go choose our Ore.”
Shinra’s eyes are wide as you speak to him, but he nods nonetheless. He follows you closely as each of the survivors inspect the ore’s. You yourself are none the wiser choosing an ore. You contemplate having laid your eyes upon an ore and just thought it was another random rock.
“Which one should we choose, Shinra?” you smile at the boy. “I sense…that one,” you point to a medium sized ore. “Is a good fit for me.”
Shinra furrows a burgundy brow, “H-How do you know?” he murmurs.
“I can just feel it.” you respond. You go to grab it.
Shinra’s eyes - a beautiful shade of azure, widen and he too grabs an ore - the one directly next to yours. “Okay.” he nods.
Soon you make your journey back to Sanemi’s estate. Your legs are aching for a break, but you do not allow them to stop. Your kasugai crow, who you learned was named Hiyori, now laid upon your shoulder as you walked. She had since grew tired of flying above you once she realized you had no intention of stopping for the night. How could you? You passed Final Selection and now was an actual Demon Slayer.
The sky was now a dark violet color when you arrived back at the estate. You had many people to see - you agreed to visit Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho once you returned. You grew close with the young girls, often visiting them when you didn’t have to train until you dropped. You would have to thank Uzui, Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma for your combat training; Muichiro (and Ginko because she wouldn’t allow you to not acknowledge her if you met with him). Mitsuri promised you pancakes one you returned and you were craving them with extra honey - her western cooking was the best you’ve ever had.
You opened the shoji doors of Sanemi’s estate. It’s quiet inside and doesn’t appear to have anyone in it. You make your way around the estate and hum, Sanemi was not here.
You didn’t let the fact bother you. Sanemi was a hashira after all and had responsibilities. He could possibly be doing his rounds before he returned home.
You take this time to bathe, allowing all the grime to be released from your skin was refreshing. You’re unsure how long you’ve bathed for, but once your hands begin to wrinkle was when you decided to get out. You were refreshed now, dressed now in a light kimono tied loosely and your hair in a low bun.
You decide to do another round around the estate for Sanemi. You can hear them - faint footsteps.It’s coming from the opposite side of the mansion. Your feet begin to sprint across the cold hardwood floor, a wide smile on your lips.
Sanemi was here, you note, dressed in his usual Hashira attire. He appeared to have just came in from his rounds as you suspected.
“Nemi!” you exclaim, jumping to wrap your arms around the man. He doesn’t move back an inch, even with the impact of you crashing into him.
Sanemi’s nostrils fill with your scent - the familiar scent that he had longed to smell for the last week. His nerves begin to calm themselves at your touch, unaware that since you've been gone that he was unable to focus on anything but your survival.
“I’m back from Final Selection!” your heart is pumping with excitement. “I even have my own crow like you all! Her name’s Hiyori!” you continue to babble on and on about everything that happened during your week, still wrapping him in a tight embrace.
Your face then crashes into his chest and you’re silent. Sanemi doesn’t notice it at first - he assumes you were overwhelmed with emotions to fully focus on one topic at a time. But then his bare chest feels it. Wet - were you crying?
Sanemi gets his answer when your shoulders shake and his chest appears to be even more wet. He gulps, unsure on what to do. Why were you suddenly crying? Sanemi didn’t deal with emotions well. He hated when the lower ranks would cry, it irritated him to no end. It didn’t help either that they were often crying because of him - but that's besides the point.
Sanemi places a hand upon your head. “Y/N…” he trails off. “What’s wrong?”
Your face lifts to look at Sanemi. There it was again - the jolt. He hadn’t felt the jolt in his heart in a week and swears he was cured of whatever sickness he had. Your eyes are teary and wet, lashes sticking to one another.
“I’m so happy!” you sob, lips quivering.
Happy?
You were crying because you were happy?
Sanemi’s shoulders falter and now, he finds himself wanting to laugh.
“I’m happy that I passed Final Selection and you didn’t waste your time training me.” you continue, wiping your tears away with your shoulder so you wouldn’t have to unwrap your arms from Sanemi. “I’m happy I was given the opportunity to make my own decision and not be fated to one.” you’re continuing to ramble on about how happy you truly were - claiming to be happy to be surrounded by such positive people even if they were working in less than positive situations.
You do end up unwrapping your arms around Sanemi to fall to your knees. You’re bowing before him, tears not stopping. “Thank you, Sanemi.”
Sanemi gasps, but he doesn’t stiffen. “Y/N, you don’t-”
“I’m grateful that I’ve gotten to train besides you and the other Hashira and slayers.” you’re sobbing full on now, dramatic tears leaking onto the floor. “I promise to make you proud as your tsuguko! I’ll do my best on all my missions!”
Sanemi inhales. His heart is beating rapidly and he’s unsure how to respond to you. To think that he, a Hashira of many years now and had fought demons upon demons…was going to die now due to heart failure. He hoped that Shinobu and Aoi would be the first two to cry at his funeral for denying him (a fucking Hashira at that) service.
Sanemi’s mind wanders. He’s happy, as well, he supposes. Genya was alive and well, even if he refused to look his brother's way, he often kept tabs on him. Sorai would tell him everything Genya did when he wasn’t on missions. You were alive now, as well. Overly emotional and grateful as ever. Sanemi finds himself silently thanking whatever God there was out there that you wouldn’t be yet another death on his conscience.
Sanemi slams the door of the butterfly mansion open, a feral look upon his face. Naho jumps, her braids swinging around towards the sound. Kiyo’s eyes widen at Sanemi while Sumi quivers. “Where’s Kocho or Kanzaki?” he hisses at the three girls.
“S-Shinobu-san said-”
“I do not care.” Sanemi dismisses them. He doesn’t see either of the two girls he’s looking for and he turns away from them. He stalks down the halls of the butterfly mansion, in coming slayers flinging themselves into the wall just to avoid him and his wrath.
It takes another five minutes to find Shinobu and it only took him slamming open three shoji doors.
“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu’s soft smile doesn’t falter, not even when she’s annoyed with her office being intruded. She leans back in her seat and tilts her head at him.
“It happened again.” Sanemi exclaims.
Shinobu raises a brow.
“My heart jolted again yesterday. Matter of fact,” Sanemi steps inside the office. “it didn’t stop jolting for another 30 minutes.”
Shinobu snickers. “Y/N must be back from Final Selection already.” she notes, more to herself than as a statement to Sanemi. “Please tell her to come visit us at the Butterfly Mansion for any injuries she may have.”
Sanemi’s eyes are glaring at the younger girl. “What the hell does that have to do with my heart?!” he was growing irate by the second. Each time he came to this place he was kicked out by giggling girls.
“I’ve checked your heart countless times, Shinazugawa.” Shinobu states with a shake of her head. “There’s nothing wrong with it or you.”
Sanemi sighs and scoffs.
“Maybe you’re in denial?” Shinobu shrugs her shoulders.
“In denial?” Sanemi hisses. “You and that other little brat are in denial about my health!”
Shinobu wants to laugh right now, but having Sanemi constantly come into the Butterfly Mansion and scaring the nurses (and the slayers) was becoming overwhelming.
“My,” Shinobu manages to giggle. “have you…ever thought that your heart is jolting only when a certain someone is around you?”
Sanemi’s eyes squint. “Where the hell are you getting at?”
“That maybe you’ve failed to realize that your heart is jolting because you happen to…like Y/N?” Shinobu doesn’t want to cause Sanemi to convulse by saying the word “love” just yet. “There’s studies that show that boys are less smarter than girls, so I’m not surprised you cannot tell the difference between pain and feelings.”
Sanemi’s ears and neck darken a crimson color and his hands clenched into fists. Shinobu’s now full on laughing at him. He’s had enough of her and Uzui’s constant teasing.
“Fuck off.” Sanemi hisses and then turns to walk away.
“Shinazugawa!” Shinobu calls before he can storm down the hallway. “I think she likes you, too. So do the rest of the Hashira.”
Sanemi doesn’t say anything and Shinobu doesn’t expect him to, but the blush on his cheeks don’t go unnoticed.
Sanemi makes his way out of the Butterfly Mansion and back towards his estate. He managed to bring his breathing calm, but his mind is going crazy. He thinks of you and how each time he was with you, his heart goes insane and his mind seems to go blink. His anger appears to subside when you speak to him with such a soft smile. Your eyes never show any disgust towards him, instead they’re kind and warm.
“Nemi!”
Your voice echoes through his ears from behind him. He hasn’t seen you the last few hours and when he turns, he’s shocked to see your appearance. He swallows, throat quickly running dry. You’re running towards him, a wide smile on your lips. He notes that he’s rarely seen your skin - such smooth skin that now appears to shine underneath the afternoon sun. You’ve gotten your uniform and appeared to be an exact replica of Mitsuri.
“I got my uniform!” you say excitedly when you reach Sanemi.
Sanemi looks away to not catch himself staring too long at your appearance.
“Is that Y/N-chan?”
“She’s so cute!”
You’re beaming at Sanemi and he feels just how hot his body begins to feel.
“Do you feel comfortable?” Sanemi asks. You never showed this amount of skin before.
You slowly nod your head. “It’ll take some getting used to, I suppose.” you respond.
Sanemi licks his lips. His eyes roam around the area to find several slayers looking their way - your way. His nerves were now kicking in at the eyes on you.
“Do I look nice?” you ask him. “I do think it’ll be a little chilly with the uniform, but I think I’ll be alright.” you giggle to yourself.
“Is Shinazugawa-sama blushing again?”
“Why do all the girls go for guys like him?!” a slayer throws his hands in the air.
“Here.” Sanemi removes his haori and hands it over to you. He isn’t looking at you when he does so. “So you don’t get cold.”
“Shinazugawa-sama is such a nice boyfriend!” a female slayer gushes.
“Who knew he was such a-”
The slayers scurry off when a pair of lilac eyes glare at them.
You take hold of the haori with wide eyes. “But what about you, Nemi?”
“I got more.” Sanemi shrugs nonchalantly.
“Hm,” you hum, feeling the fabric in your hands. “Thank you. I’ll wear it on all my missions!” you place the haori over your shoulders and sigh happily.
Sanemi’s heart clenches and he inaudible sighs.
“Are you going back home?” you ask him. “I can cook us lunch if you don’t have anything to do!”
Sanemi nods and remains quiet.
“Good! Let’s go!” you hook your arm in his and begin walking.
Sanemi doesn’t mind your closeness, even if it does leave him surprised each time by just how willing you are to be entangled with him. While the pair of you stroll back to the estate in a comfortable silence, he’s thinking about just how nice you did look in your uniform - and how he didn’t like if anyone else thought the same.
When you suggested eating, Sanemi didn’t think you would invite others. You’ve just finished cooking when a knock sounds on his shoji doors. Sanemi doesn’t answer and you’re scurrying off to answer it yourself. The door opens and you’re beaming widely.
Sanemi wants to scoff when his brother is behind the door - him, for some odd reason Tokito and an unknown slayer with burgundy hair.
“I hope we are not intruding.” he murmurs to you, eyes only glancing at his brother for a moment. He hadn’t spoken to Sanemi in two weeks - not since the incident.
You are, Sanemi wants to say, but he only snickers to himself instead.
“Of course not!” you usher for them to enter. “I hope you all are hungry.”
Tokito remains silent when he sits upon the cushioned floor. He’s seated beside Genya and beside him, the unknown burgundy haired boy.
You go to serve the food for them, Sanemi grumbling to himself. He wanted to be with you - alone - not in his own home surrounded by brats.
You take your seat beside Sanemi and smile at the group of boys. “Please, eat.”
Muichiro wastes no time in doing as he’s told. Genya can feel eyes upon him, the glaring lilac eyes of his elder brother. He tries to think of your words two weeks prior - that Sanemi did love and care for him. It was hard believing you. He never made any attempt to speak with him after the fact and he grew slightly afraid that he would attempt to hurt him again if he tried.
“I met Shinra during Final Selection.” you tell Sanemi after a few bites of the pork cutlet. “He’s so cute.” you gush.
Shinra’s cheeks flushed crimson at the sound of his name and the compliment. He feels two sets of eyes on him - one from the white haired man who he learned quickly was a Hashira and then the boy with dark hair and a mohawk. They’re glaring, he notes, with such dark eyes and hatred.
“Look’s weak.��� Sanemi retorts, sinking his teeth in the broccoli you steamed.
“Very.” Genya snorts.
Muichiro turns his eyes to look at Shinra and hums in agreement.
“That’s not nice.” you frown at the three of them. “Shinra’s is a very capable swordsman.”
Genya had no issue with the burgundy haired boy. He appeared to be close in age with him and Tokito. However, if he had your affection then that meant it was taken away from his brother (and him) and he didn’t like it.
“Shinra even helped me defeat a demon, right, Shinra-kun?”
Shinra feels his throat clog up at the amount of eyes on him. He finds himself nodding - even if it wasn’t the truth. You were lying to save him the embarrassment and that caused even more self-pity in him.
“Is that so?” Sanemi snickers. He leans forward. “He doesn’t even look like he knows how to hold a sword. I’m to believe someone like him helped you?”
You nod your head. You weren’t going to let them bring down Shinra’s self esteem about himself.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t go on missions yourself.” Sanemi states. “If you need help from a weakling.”
Genya watches the way his brother glares at Shinra and now he understands where this was going.
Sanemi was jealous - for no reason. Shinra was (for now) a weakling Mizunoto, yet you shared the rank with him. You were just lucky enough to have trained alongside several Hashira. Shinra was also only a child while you were an adult and only had eyes for Sanemi - but he knew his brother well enough to know that anyone was competition.
“Y/L-san is an amazing swordsman…woman…” Shinra’s voice is low and barely audible. He’s scared to even look the white haired man in the face but he’s grown great respect for you. “She killed the most demons during Final Selection…”
“How many did you kill?” Sanemi questions.
“I-I…” Shinra gulps. He hasn’t killed nearly as much as you or the other survivors. He only managed to cut the heads of three - and even that took a lot out of him.
“How about this,” Sanemi takes a bite of the pork and stands. “you show me just how good of a swordsman you are.”
“We’re eating.” you sigh, watching as Sanemi rounds the table to put (more like snatch) Shinra’s shoulder.
“It’ll only be a moment.” Sanemi yanks Shinra from his cushioned seat and pulls him to his feet. “I have an extra sword.”
Shinra is visibly shaking in Sanemi’s tight hold. He’s pushed out the door and it causes Muichiro to snort. “Y/N.”
“Huh, yes, Tokito?” you say to him, smiling apologetically. “Is the food alright?
Muichiro nods. He licks his lips before his eyes turn to you. “Please tell Shinazugawa that no one is planning on stealing you from him.” he says nonchalantly. “All the slayers that do voice their attractions are scared of being castrated.”
You laugh nervously, eyes going wide. You feel yourself grow hot with embarrassment.
“Genya even threatens a few that talk about you suggestively.”
Genya whips his head to glare at Muichiro, cheeks flushed. “I do not!” he hisses, denying rather quickly.
“Yes you do.” Muichiro takes a sip of his drink. “You talk down to anyone that thinks they could speak to Y/N.” Muichiro scoffs. And he was supposed to be the one with memory issues.
You get up from your cushioned seat and nod your head at the two (now bickering, more on Genya’s side than Muichiro) boys. You place a hand on both of their heads and it silences them. “You two are so cute.” you tell them. “Makes me wish I had younger siblings.” your eyes glance outside. You were going to have to save Shinra from Sanemi’s torture right about now.
You bow and excuse yourself and make your way out the shoji doors just as Sanemi swings a wooden sword Shinra’s way. “Sanemi!” you call, eyes glaring at the man. “Leave Shinra alone! We’ve come here for lunch not to train!”
Shinra’s able to dodge Sanemi’s attack by the grace of God, sweat pooling down his forehead and whimpering for whoever to save him.
Sanemi stops his attack and turns to you. You appeared to be upset, eyebrows knitted to a scowl. Your arms are crossed and for a split second his eyes flicker to your breast pressed together.
“Shinra, let’s finish up your lunch, yeah?” you tell the boy who nods his head, far too excited to be away from the white haired maniac.
As Shinra enters the house once more, your eyes turn to Sanemi. “What’s that about?”
Sanemi drops his wooden swords and goes to make his way back into his home. You step in front of the man. “You can’t keep harassing the slayers. They’re terrified of you!”
Sanemi scoffs. “If they’re terrified of me then a demon would have their fucking heads.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re a scary man.”
Sanemi tilts his head and crosses his own arms. “You aren’t afraid of me.”
“Of course not.” you give him a teasing smile. “You’re nice when I’m around.”
Sanemi grumbles; maybe that’s why others would rather you be present if they had to approach him.
“Promise me,” you begin, coming closer to him. You take his large, calloused hands in your soft ones. “That you won’t keep harassing the slayers. Especially Shinra and Genya.”
Sanemi groans. He likes the soft and gentleness of your hands on his own.
“I can’t promise that.” Sanemi says. “They all enjoy pissing me off.”
You giggle. “But they avoid you!” you exclaim. “Just try.”
Sanemi nods his head with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever.” he mumbles.
You wrap your pinky around his longer one, a tint of mischief in your eyes. “Swear.”
“Swear.” Sanemi murmurs. “Whoever lies will be made to swallow a thousand needles.” the two of you say in unison, a wide smile on your lips and a low one on his.
“CAW! Y/L Y/N is to report to Chiyoda City! A demon has been sighted in the Shrine!” Hiyori soars above you, her wings flapping.
Your eyes widen and you stand to your feet excitedly. “We’re going on a mission? Our first mission!” you were ready for a mission the same day you were given your nichirin sword.- a long sword with a black handguard that wraps right above your hand, offering an amazing grip. The blade is long and shiny against the bright sun - an emerald color shining down the sharpest part of the blade.
“Sanemi’s doing his rounds. I’m sad he wasn’t home to hear.” you feel saddened, but this was your moment to make him proud and assure that you’d come back safe.
You make your journey out of the estate with Hiyori flying above you, leading the way. You’re pumping with excitement that it’s ridiculous. You were going head first to a demon - but you were bouncing with joy as if you were meeting your husband. You were just ecstatic to kill as many demons as you could and work your way up the ranks. You heard the amount of people wishing to become Hashira, but you’re content not being one. The 9 Hashira you’ve met were more than amazing at their jobs.
You reach the area in the middle of the night, the moon shining brightly and the area quietly. The air appears to be murky and foggy, a low fog that’s nearly blinding. You slow your walk, drawing your blade while your eyes scan the area.
A sound to your left heightens your senses. More sounds from your right, above and even forward you. Small figures appear, no taller than toddler sizes. They’re demons - eyes black and soulless. There’s scars oozing blood beneath both of their eyes and there's a shadowy smoke that surrounds them as they push closer to you. As they come closer, you note that they appear to be floating rather than walking.
You raise your sword and swing when one shadowy figure lungs at you. You slice at their head, cutting off each one with swift movements - but they appear to never stop coming. It’s as though as soon as you kill one, five more come sprinting after you. Each shadowy figure has their own weapon - a knife, sword, cutlass.
“That man despises you.” a gravelly voice hisses behind you. The shadowy figures disappear and you’re left in complete silence.
You turn around, eyes glaring into the darkness. “Show yourself!” you call into said darkness.
Your feet walk stealthy behind the shrine where what appears to be a large pond is located. The water is still; unnerved.
“You’re nothing to him!” the same voice hisses, this time besides you and now you sense it. A hand slams against your cheek and you’re sent flying towards the pond. It wasn’t deep, luckily, and you managed to keep your sword clenched into your hands.
You leep from the pond just as the demon lunges at you. It appears to be a woman. She’s tall, appearing just a few inches smaller than Uzui. Her eye sockets are wide but they’re soulless, no pupils in sight. Her hair is long and flowy behind her, but appears to be wet and stringy. Her skin is a dull gray color and she’s snarling at you.
“Look at you,” the demon snarls, her fingernails gnawing at her skin. “So young and beautiful. No man will ever respect such a whore!”
The demon lunges at you once more and you manage to cut her hand off, long claws falling onto the ground below you.
A loud, blood curdling scream echoes off the trees, coming from the demon. The sound is unbearable and you’re sure the demon is causing your ears to bleed.
You got to your knees.
“What would your father think seeing you now?” a voice says.
“What about your mother? Your brother?”
The atmosphere appears colder now, the screams of the demon growing louder and louder.
“What do you think Sanemi would think of you once you die here?” the screams appear louder and you’re certain your ears are bleeding. “When you die here tonight, you will be forgotten - just like your father forgot about you.”
You can feel the anger inside of you bubbling at the taunting words of the demon. “Come with me, I’ll put you out of your miserable misery.”
You lift your sword, trying your hardest to ignore the ringing in your ear. The demon flings itself at you and in one quick movement, you’re dodging its attack and slicing off her other hand. You get to your feet, sprinting towards the Demon. It wails loudly once more, but you ignore the painful ringing in your ears. “Wind Breathing: Second Form!” you lift the sword upwards towards the right and above your head. You release four vertical slashes resembling claws towards the demon. “Claws-Purifying Wind!”
You dash towards the Demon as your attack slashes them, black blood oozing out from their wounds. You make it your mission to get rid of this demon once and for all, raising your sword and bringing it down on the demon's neck.
You drop to your feet, eyes on the demon's head a few feet away.The screaming releasing from its throat grows silent by the second as the head begins to disintegrate.
It takes you a moment to move, your mind racing at the words the demon said.
That man despises you.
No man will ever respect a whore.
When you die here, you’ll be forgotten.
You sheathe your sword and begin to walk. Your ears are ringing as you make your way back towards your destination, Hiyori flying above you. By the time you’d return, the sun will be present and you’d hope to come face to face with Sanemi once more. You’ve grown close to the man and it causes you great shame to know that the words of the demon got to you; causing your heart to ache. You no longer cared about your fathers thoughts about you; you dealt with the man for years and his harsh ways. But the thought of Sanemi - someone you considered to be a great friend, even someone you loved dearly - forgetting about you; despising you.
You exhale, deciding to pick up your pace to get back to the estate - and Sanemi - faster.
Sanemi’s sword slices against the tatami mat, slicing with ease. His mind is on you and when you are due to return. He’s upset that you were set on a mission - your first one at that - while he was out on his own. He’s positive that you were ecstatic and jumping with joy - it causes his heart to beat harder. He regrets not being there to send you off, even when his nerves screams at him to find you.
You’re an adult, he tells himself.
You’re now a slayer, fully capable of fighting low-level demons.
But still, you were someone he cared about.
Sanemi cannot keep his mind at ease when Genya is away on missions, now that he has you and his brother on his mind, he’s sure he’ll never find peace.
Sorai, Sanemi’s crow, flocks his wings and places himself on a sliced tatami mat. The words released from the crows mouth has Sanemi’s eyes widening and his blood going cold.
Rengoku.
Dead.
Kyojuro is dead.
Sanemi’s right hand clenches his sword in his palm.
“I will annihilate all unsightly demons.” he hisses, turning away to make his way out of his home. His heart is pumping out his chest now and his nerves are screaming.
Kyojuro was a Hashira - a skilled one. What did that mean for you and Genya? You were out on a mission as we speak, too far away to know of Kyojuro’s death but that doesn’t ease his nerves one bit. He feels jittery. His mind is wandering to you fighting whatever demon you were sent out to and returning with serious injuries. His heart clenches when his mind flashes with you covered in blood, body lifeless.
“Sorai!” Sanemi hisses and his crow squawks. “Go find Y/N.”
Sorai flocks his wings and begins his journey. Lilac eyes follow him until he’s nothing but a mere figure in the sky.
Sanemi inhales deeply and exhales. He runs a calloused hand through his hair and down his face. He notices that his hand is trembling lightly with nerves.
You release a low sigh when you notice the familiar sight of the Butterfly Mansion. Your body aches and your ears are still ringing, but you manage to make it in one piece.
“CAW!”
Sharp feet landed upon your head.You hiss at the impact, wailing your hands around. “Sorai?” you murmur. “Where’s Sanemi?” you ask the crow.
“Shinazugawa-sama has sent me to assure your safety!” the crow squawks.
You find yourself grinning. You pet the crows head lightly. “Yes, I’ve arrived safely.” you tell him. “I’m going to the Butterfly Mansion to assure my injuries aren’t severe.”
Sorai squawks again, wings flapping to fly and give the news to Sanemi.
You enter the mansion to find it surprisingly quiet.
“Y/N-chan!”
It’s Naho. She’s crying at the sight of you - did you look that bad?
“I’ll go get Aoi! Shinobu-san is busy.”
You follow behind her to the infirmary. You’re glad you can finally lay down and relax.
You enter the room and groan. You fell onto the nearest bed and sighed.
“You must be in such pain.” Aoi murmurs, eyeing the way your ears hold dried blood.
“Little bit.” you mumble a response. “Just feel a little…tired.” you close your eyes, lids feeling heavy.
“Okay. You can sleep,Y/N-chan. I’ll give you some medicine for your wounds.”
You’re into a deep sleep by the time you hear Aoi’s words. It felt nice to be able to relax for now and not worry about anything.
Sanemi slams the shoji doors open, causing several nurses to yelp in surprise.
“Shinazugawa!” Aoi growls, eyebrows knitting into a scowl. “How many times-”
“What happened to her?”
Aoi watches with angered eyes as Sanemi stalks towards your sleeping figure.
Sanemi lowers himself to inspect you. There’s a few scratches on your skin and blood (dried) on the sides of your ears.
“She passed out around 10 minutes ago.” Aoi responds. “Now leave, she needs-”
Sanemi sits on the bed beside yours, deciding to ignore Aoi altogether.
Aoi scoffs. She turns her head to the other nurses and nods. They continue to scurry off out of the room.
“I’ll be back with some medicine for her.” Aoi grumbles and makes her way out of the room.
Sanemi allows himself to breathe now. When Sorai had come back to him and stated that you had returned safely but at the Butterfly Mansion, he had to be sure you were safe.
It was three hours later when you finally stirred awake. You feel groggily and your eyes are heavy. You yawned, pushing yourself up in the bed.
“You’re awake.”
You yelp at the sudden voice. “Nemi.”
Sanemi’s arms are crossed over his chest, eyes studying you.
“How long have you been here?”
Sanemi shrugs. “Not too long.” Sanemi responds. He hasn’t left since you were emitted.
“Ah,” you lean against the metal frame. “I’ve returned from my mission.”
You’re smiling tiredly at him.
“My heart feels so full and heavy. My mind cannot focus on anything.” you explain. “It’s all so overwhelming to return alive and well.”
“Your ears are bleeding. Are you sure you’re well?”
“Yes.” you nod. “The demon was a very loud screamer.” you giggle to yourself.
Sanemi swallows. He’s unsure how he was going to tell you about Kyojuro. You’ve grown close to the man and learning of his death would cause you great sorrow, and he didn’t like to see you upset or sad.
“Nemi?”
“Kyojuro…” Sanemi begins. “...went on a mission before you had. He didn’t make it.”
You tilt your head, ears registering his words.
“Kyojuro…is dead?” you swallow, throat dry.
It feels foolish to cry for someone knowing that this life was never guaranteed. You’ve grown close to him, sometimes speaking with him whenever you were free.
“Nemi…” you trail off, feeling your eyes become wet. You feel for Kyojuro and his family and it even feels selfish of you to be scared for Sanemi’s life now. Kyojuro was a Hashira just like Sanemi and if he was ultimately brought to death…
Your legs ache, but you do not hesitate to jump from your bed to where Sanemi sat. You wrapped him in a tight embrace, wet eyes crushing into his neck.
Sanemi’s shocked by your actions. He didn’t know Kyojuro’s death would impact you this much.
You sniffled in his neck. “I don’t want you to ever be in harm's way.” you murmur. Sanemi, Genya, Shinra…you didn’t want to see death for anyone apart from the Corps.
Sanemi gulps. He places an arm around you to bring you closer. He doesn’t usually touch you - sober, that was - but you were always clingy. He wants to comfort you, to tell you that everything would be alright. He wants to tell you that he wasn’t going to die - but he doesn’t wish to disappoint you with false promises he couldn’t guarantee.
Sanemi doesn’t speak as he holds onto you, but he’s positive that he too does not wish you to ever be in harm's way - he’s unsure if he would be able to live with himself if you or Genya didn’t come back from a mission alive.
The next few months consist of you and Sanemi attending missions alongside one another, sometimes with other slayers. You want to question why you haven’t been on a solo mission, but you don’t. You assume after Kyojuro’s death, that the Corps would rather keep lower ranks with higher ones, but you cannot be 100% sure.
However, you wouldn’t complain about being sent out with Sanemi. He was more of a guide, making sure nothing got too hectic for you - and it never did. He allowed you to behead any demons that you saw and the mission was complete. Then the two of you would return back to the estate until the next mission.
Weekly, you would have lunch that you’d cook with Sanemi, Genya, Shinra and Muichiro (whenever they weren’t sent on missions). Sanemi managed to bite his tongue and instead would grumble to himself, but it was progress. You enjoyed cooking for them and saw the three younger boys as little brothers.
Sanemi drew the line when you invited more - Tanjiro was such a lovely boy that you couldn’t help but want to feed him. With Tanjiro came Zenitsu and Inosuke - a brawl ensued when Inosuke insulted Sanemi and Genya retorted, both teenagers throwing insults and punches. But you enjoyed the lunch, nonetheless.
“We have another mission.” Sanemi says during breakfast. “Hiyori delivered it while you were bathing.”
“Ah, is that so?” you bring the sweet potato in your mouth and bite.
Sanemi nods. “A Hashira is to be present. Me.” he says. “More slayers are attending, as well. We were told to pack a bag - it might take longer than we expect.”
You nod and when the two of you are done with breakfast, you go to pack your bag. It can be classified as an undercover mission, so casual wear is expected.
It’s not long that you, Sanemi and a group of slayers are making your journey to Shinjuku, expected to arrive right in the evening. Sanemi wasn’t one to make stops, so you managed to pack a few snacks for the long way.
Once you arrive to Shinjuku you’re relieved. The sun was barely shining and you just wanted to find whatever demon was here and kill it. Seeing as the lot of you were expected to be undercover, you’re sure it wouldn’t work out that way.
“You,” Sanemi points to a group of 5 slayers. “find an inn and see what you can gather about our mission.”
The five slayers bow and head on their way. Sanemi’s turns his eyes to another four. “You do the same in the opposite direction.”
There's only you, him and two slayers left - one girl named Sumire and a boy by the name of Roshi. “There’s an inn on the outskirts of Shinjuku. We’ll head there, find a room and change. The sun will fall soon and we’ll have to investigate whatever demon lurks here.”
The inn wasn’t far and a ten minute walk has you four arriving there. It appears to be the nicest Inn in the city for it to be such a long distance from it.
“Welcome in!” a woman behind the counter eyes the four of you, her eyes recognizing the uniform displayed. “Two rooms?”
“Four.” Sanemi corrects.
“Ah…” the woman leans forward, eyes staring at Sanemi’s chest, a grin formed onto her lips. “I apologize, sir, but we only do couples in Shinjuku.”
Sanemi scoffs. “What type of shit is that?” he hisses. He’s never heard of an entire city only catering to couples.
“We’re known as a honeymoon retreat here.” the lady shrugs. “I do apologize for any inconvenience.”
“It’s fine.” you sigh. “I can room with Sumire-”
“Please don’t.” Roshi whimpers, shaking his head. He wanted to be nowhere near Sanemi - especially not when his annoyance was rising. “I’ll take the floor so Sumire can have the bed - really!”
“Then it’s settled. Two rooms for two couples.” the lady turns to grasp a set of keys in both manicured hands and she dangles them out for you all to grasp.
Sanemi snatches the key and scurries down the hall while Sumire takes the other.
“We’ll get settled, changed and make our way out for the night.” you tell Sumire and Roshi.
“Yes.” Sumire and Roshi reply in unison.
Sanemi slams the door shut as the two of you enter, dropping his bag onto the large bed.
“The sun will be setting soon.” you note aloud. “Do we have a set plan?”
“There’s obviously something going on here.” Sanemi says. He removes a yukata from his belongings. “Shinjuku was not known to be a couples retreat - not until now.”
“Do you think whatever demons here are targeting couples?” you tilt your head to think. Eating two people would be smarter than one, but still, a demon was stronger than a regular civilian. “It seems to be a lot of effort on the demon's part.”
Sanemi shrugs. Whatever the demon was doing, he’d be sure to put an end to it.
Sanemi and you roamed Shinjuku. It appeared bright even when the sun was down. You noticed that it indeed was a couples affair - you noticed no one walking alone. What also caught your attention was the lack of children present - or those who were older.
“You two look new here.”
Sanemi’s eyes flicker to the voice.
“We are.” you smile at them, inching closer to Sanemi.
“Oh! How long have you two been married?” the woman asks and now you’re unsure what to say.
“Honeymoon.” Sanemi responds. “Was recommended by a friend.”
The woman nods her head. “It’s amazing here! We’ve been here twice already. Have you two been to…”
You await for her to continue, but her eyes look as if waiting for you to catch on.
“...Uh…?” you turn to Sanemi who doesn’t even look interested.
“The couples…brothel?” the woman flushes bright red as she speaks, her husband laughing nervously.
“Couples brothel?”
Sanemi was intrigued now.
“Yes. You have to be approved first - we haven’t.”
“What do you do there?” you ask, unsure of what in the world this mission was going to put you through.
“If approved, you get to be doted on…” the woman is far too embarrassed to continue but you’re sure you get where she’s going.
“Ah.” you nod your head. “I never knew that was something.”
“Yes. It happens every day at a different inn.” the husband says.
“Today should be…”
Sanemi sighs. He has a guess of what inn it would be happening at.
“We have to go.” Sanemi says, stomping off.
“Sorai.” Your eyes look into the sky at the flying bird. “Inform the other slayers of the demon. Tell them to patrol the streets and make sure no civilians are harmed.”
“Where are we-”
“Back to the Inn.” Sanemi answers your question before you can respond. “That woman insisted on couples because that’s how the demon feeds without getting caught.”
“She chooses her victims strategically.” you murmur. “Not everyone gets accepted.”
“She must know we’re slayers - or at least senses that there’s something off about us.” Sanemi picks up the pace. “Only way to find out…”
Sanemi wraps you in a tight embrace as you both enter the inn. It catches you by surprise - his sudden closeness.
“Hello!” a lady claps her hands at your arrival. “Are you guests here already?” it’s not the same woman as yesterday, you note.
Sanemi nods his head, arms wrapped tightly around you. “Yes. We’re hoping we can join.”
The woman is nodding, quite aware of what Sanemi is asking of her. “You’re in luck. Our mistress had not yet chosen a couple.” she eyes the way you and Sanemi appear. “I’m positive we found a good choice in the two of you.”
Sanemi swallows. He’s unsure how, but she knows there’s something off about the two of you - you aren’t an ordinary couple. She’s no demon, he would know if she was.
“Follow me,” the woman motions with her hand for the two of you to come.
You walk, as does Sanemi. He won’t admit it, but having your body against his makes him feel at ease; just knowing you’re close and away from harm.
The hallway is long and seemingly away from the other rooms of the inn. The lights grow dim the closer the three of you step. You were sure it had to do with the demon.
“Go right into the room. The mistress will be in shortly. There are refreshments inside, as well.” The woman slides open the doors and bows as you enter. “Do have some fun while you wait.” She shuts them and you hear her footsteps pat down the hall until they’re inaudible.
“Room’s nice.” your eyes scan around the room, appearing quite large in size and lights just as dim as the hallway.
Sanemi grunts but doesn’t say a response. He sits upon the mat, eyes scanning for any sign of the demon.
You take a seat besides him and inhale. The room was humid.
“Have your sword ready.” Sanemi murmurs. You’re seated besides him, far too close. His noses appear to be heightened, your aroma nearly intoxicating him. He swallows thickly.
“It’s fucking hot.” Sanemi hisses. “Where’s that bitch?”
You were beginning to feel the same way. Your kimono wasn’t tight, but it felt as if it was sticking to you. The air felt so heavy, humid and…you shiver, goosebumps erupting onto your skin.
“I feel weird.” you tell Sanemi after a long moment.
Sanemi’s eyes turn to you besides him. He notes there’s sweat lining your forehead and you’re panting lightly. Your legs are shuffling together, hands clenching in your lap. He notes that in the midst of your anxious state, you loosened your kimono and beneath it shows your uniform - the same uniform you wore when he gifted you his haori. He’d scream and berate the perverted kakushi for a new uniform just for you to wear both, stating that you didn’t want to be a bother. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the way you looked in it, not at all. He enjoyed it too much, often finding his eyes and mind wandering to places they shouldn’t.
“You should drink something.” Sanemi tears his eyes away from you to eye the refreshments besides them. There isn’t any water, just wine, but it’ll have to do. “Just enough so you won’t feel parched.”
You nod your head. You wouldn’t be off your game after a sip of wine. You reach for the wine besides Sanemi, a low apology when your arm touches his. It sends a jolt throughout him, this time reaching lower than his heart.
Sanemi’s eyes are shameless now. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s watching you. Your hands are shaking as you take the bottle of wine in your hands. You unscrew it and begin to pour. “W-Would you like some?”
Sanemi blinks at the sound of your voice, but he nods. He takes the small, silver goblet from your trembling hands and nods his thanks. He drinks the wine in one swift movement, downing it while his eyes watch yours. He was sure he could have another, and another as long as you served him.
You aren’t as fast as Sanemi. You smell the wine first before going in to take a sip. It’s good - expensive too. You find yourself drinking the wine keen, enjoying the refreshing taste it gives.
Sanemi’s eyes watch as the wine, a crimson red color, drips from the corner of your mouth and down your jaw, to your chin and drips onto your collarbone. It teases him, he thinks, as it slowly drips onto your exposed breasts.
Sanemi licks his lips and groans. He yanks the wine bottle and pours himself another and downs it. He goes to pour himself another one, but he feels a hand on his wrist.
“You’re going to drink it all.” you say, voice laced with mischief.
Sanemi inhales. The room was growing hotter.
Sanemi pours the wine, but this time he doesn’t drink it. He lifts it to your own lips, tapping them so you’d open them. You do, gently drinking the wine from his hands. You couldn’t contain the laughter coming from your throat as you do so, the wine splashing onto your kimono.
Sanemi feels hot all over again, his uniform beneath his yukata growing tighter.
“Nemi?”
Sanemi gulps. “Hm?”
“Do you think I’m hot?”
Sanemi coughs at your question, flushing.
Why was the room growing hotter?
Why does his clothes feel like they’re sticking to him?
Sanemi was growing confused by the second - why were the two of you even in this room?
“Why do you ask?” Sanemi drops the goblet.
“Because you never say it.” Were you intoxicated now? You didn’t appear to be, your words weren’t slurring and your vision didn’t appear hazy. “Are you attracted to me?”
Sanemi feels you come closer. He’s stiff - you had to be drunk. You’re pushing off your kimono, now just only in the revealing corp uniform. He gasps when you climb into his lap, both legs trapping him beneath you.
“You look scared.” You were teasing him. You sit directly onto him, the bulge of his cock twitching when he feels the heartbeat that’s your pussy. “You’re supposed to be the fearless Wind Hashira.”
Sanemi places his hands against your exposed thighs and groans at the smoothness of your skin. He’d often wake from dreams of you and him being in this very position - he’d either have to shower with the coldest water or pump himself until he was cumming. The last option was the most embarrassing.
“Are you afraid of me?” you’re teasing him again, repeating the same words he said to you in Asakusa. Though he wasn’t pressing himself against you like this, he wouldn’t complain either.
Sanemi groans once more at the feeling of you slightly grinding against him.
Yes, Sanemi was afraid of you. You made him feel different - the jolting in his heart that dives all the way down to his cock. He often finds himself staring at you, so long that his eyes grow dry and he has to blink just to regain moisture. He often has to hear Uzui’s and Shinobu’s teasing of his feelings for you, no matter how much he attempts to deny it himself.
“No.” Sanemi murmurs, even if it was a lie.
“Then kiss me.” you lean forward, inches away from Sanemi’s lips. He gulps, licking his lips. Your lavender aroma fills his nostrils and he finds all the sanity he had left gone.
Sanemi presses his lips against yours, his fingernails digging into the skin of your thigh. He doesn’t want to let you go - whatever this was he doesn’t want it to end. All that clouds his thoughts now were you - your scent, your touch, the sound of you. It intoxicates him that whatever the two of you were initially supposed to be doing in this room has since been forgotten.
You feel your throat tighten and you’re being lifted. Your eyes shoot open and you’re gasping for air, eyes watching someone - you? It wasn’t you.
The demon had taken the form of you now, leaning against a panting Sanemi. He’s in a trance, you note, not noticing that he was now in the hands of the demon. Her eyes look up at you once for a second and now, your blood is running cold. ‘Lower Rank Six’ engraved into her eyes.
You struggle to get yourself loose. It’s obvious that the demon has Sanemi in a trance and you were the one that needed to behead the bitch.
“Thank you for bringing me a Hashira.” the demon cackles. “I can show my lord that I am capable of killing a Hashira and then I’ll work my way up. He has given me a second chance just for this moment!”
You struggle against a hooked tail, but manage to get one arm loose to unsheathe your sword. You swipe at it, slashing it so you can release yourself. “Get away from him!”
The demon’s eyes widen but she then laughs. “I’m sorry I have to consume your lover.” she taunts. “Virgins don’t know what to do with a man.” the demon taunts. The air appears to be foggy and once again you feel hot with desire.
“You’re nothing but a demon that’s going to die here.” you spit at her.
The demon shrieks at your words. “Such a disgusting human! You don’t deserve to be in my presence!”
You swipe your sword to dodge her attack. You needed to get this over with now before you wasted any more time. Your mind was fogging with whatever she’s done, an obvious demon blood art.
“You’re nothing but a weak lower moon.” you spat back at her with the same venom.
The demon hisses and sends an array of attacks with her hooked tail. “Wind Breathing: Third Form:” you proceed to release a whirlwind of slashes around you to defend yourself from her attack.”Clean Storm Wind Tree!” Your eyes focus on her neck - you had to finish her off now. You raise your sword and slash it across her neck, a clean swipe that cuts the demon’s head right off.
The demon screams at her sudden defeat, but another gush of fog surrounds the entirety of the room just as her head and body harshly crash onto the ground.
You drop your sword beside you, making your way to Sanemi. His eyes are closed and he appears to be asleep.
“Nemi?” you call, falling to your knees. You place a hand upon his cheek and flinch when his eyes dart open. “Nemi…”
Your words trailed off and neither of you talked, only stared at the other. The room was boiling now, sweat pooling off of your body. You were sure you’d hear a pin drop with how silent the room remained.
“We should…go…” you managed to speak, but it was difficult. Your throat is dry and your ears are beginning to ring. Your clothing is uncomfortable and tight, sticking to your skin like glue. “Nemi…I-I don’t feel good.” you admit to him after another few moments of tortured silence. Your legs are beginning to clench together, the friction feeling good, an electric shock between your legs.
You knew this feeling, you were no prude. You were sexually frustrated. There was no doubt a wet spot between your legs and the friction of your thighs clenching together brought a temporary satisfaction. You would admit that you touched yourself often when you needed to just to let loose and unwind, but that frustration wasn’t anywhere near how you felt now.
You scoff bitterly to yourself. To think you endured hellish training to become a slayer just for sexual frustration to be your downfall.
“Let’s go.” Sanemi nods, head heavy. “We need to get our stuff from the room.”
Standing is difficult for Sanemi. His clothing is tight and there’s an obvious bulge in his uniform pants. He allows you to lead the way, his sane mind screaming to not stare at the way your ass moves, but he doesn’t care. He was a man, after all, a man drugged by a demon. He wants to laugh at the circumstances.
The woman is nowhere to be found when you pass the front end of the inn. You assumed she was nothing but a pawn for the demon and was left alive as long as she offered her humans to consume.
Entering the bedroom, you close the shoji doors behind you and Sanemi.
“I hope everyone else is alright.” you murmur to yourself, leaning against the door. “We should probably be heading out-”
You stop speaking once you realize Sanemi’s hands are clenching his hair tightly. His chest is rising and falling and he appears to be in pain.
“Nemi-” you reach out to touch him, but Sanmi harshly pushes you away. Your eyes widen at the sudden action. “I-I…are you in pain? I-”
“Leave, Y/N.” Sanemi’s gruff voice startles you. “Go to Kocho and take the slayers with you.”
“I can’t leave you here.” you say. You’re ashamed that his voice turns you on. You hold the edge of your uniform skirt. “You’re in pain-”
“You know I’m not in pain!” Sanemi hisses. His tone would have anyone else cowering, but here you stood with wide (heart) eyes and clenching thighs. “You know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”
You gulp at his words.
“I’m trying my hardest not to fuck you against the wall.” Sanemi stares at your face. “Leave. Now.”
Sanemi turns away from you and you’re shocked by his choice of words. You’re certain the demon art is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you.
But…there it was. The sensation pooling between your legs - the heartbeat taunting you. His words made you wet, you note. It was a warning - don’t come closer, don’t keep trying to help; run away before he’d do something that he wouldn’t do normally. It’s a sort of adrenaline rush to be playing with fire.
“I can help you.” you gulp. You decide to step closer to him and wrap your hands onto his bicep. “I want-”
Sanemi’s fast in his action, gripping your jaw to press a firm kiss upon your lips. He’s holding back, you know, not wishing to hurt you. He knows you haven’t done this before and the sane part of him wants to stop - to not take you while he cannot control himself. “You need to leave, Y/N.” Sanemi’s pleading with you now. He didn’t want to have your first time like this. He’s trembling, all ounce of strength fighting animalistic urges. He almost feels nauseous, mind flashing in all the ways he could take you right now - how vulnerable you’d be beneath him and how good you’d look stuffed with his seed.
Sanemi shakes his head aggressively, wanting to get rid of the perverted thoughts of you, but he cannot. It’s humiliating to think that these thoughts were there before, but with the demon art, it’s completely unbearable.
You were always the stubborn one, never heeding warning. You raise a hand to place it upon his yukuta. You clench it to pull him forward to press your lips upon his once more. Sanemi’s breathing intensifies in the kiss and still, there’s a little part in him that’s holding back the urges to completely demolish you like the demon art (and him, as well) desired.
“Let me help you, Nemi. It doesn’t matter how long it takes!” you’re pleading with him now, heavily panting when you release his lips for oxygen. You’re also affected by the demon art, even if your own desires were buried deep. “You’d help me so much. I can do the same.” The sound of your begs drive Sanemi wild, his mind refusing to stop sending the illusions of you in different, perverted positions until he acts upon them.
Sanemi’s hands reach out to touch you, bringing you closer to him. You’re against his chest and when his hands sneak out to touch the curves of your body, he knows he won’t be able to stop.
Stop - Sanemi tells himself.
You'll regret this.
He’d regret this.
He’s taking advantage of your vulnerable state - this isn’t you, this is the demon art.
You want this - another part of his brain denies the sane part of him. There’s an internal dialogue happening right in his mind.
He wanted this. He’d always wanted this.
He wanted to be deep inside of you - so deep that there wasn’t a way you couldn’t not be impregnated.
You’d be his and his alone - you’d give him the family he desired.
“Nemi, please…”
Sanemi doesn’t hold back any longer, fully succumbing to the demon art that’s blinding his best judgment. Your back slams against the futon, sending shocks all over your body, but you aren’t upset at Sanemi’s sudden change in demeanor. His hands are ripping at your uniform, not caring about any damage it causes. He shudders when his hands finally manage to touch you. The countless times he would touch himself to any little amount of skin you showed him - and now you were nearly nude before him.
Sanemi never wanted to thank a demon before in his life.
You’re moaning when Sanemi’s lips kiss along your neck, tongue trailing along as he does so. His hands are groping your breast, the bandages binding them are ripped apart in seconds and they spring free.
Sanemi’s face is between your breasts in seconds, kissing sloppily. You’re so beautiful. He wanted to admire your beauty as much as he could - there was no going back now and who knows what would happen when the demon art wore off. But Sanemi couldn’t slow his pace now, you made him delirious.
Your body jerks when you feel a warm, wet sensation on your nipples. Sanemi’s tongue suckles on your left while his thumb tugs on the right. It causes you to moan louder, the feeling foreign and you never wanted it to end.
It wasn’t soon until Sanemi had you fully naked before him. He’s in awe, truly, eyes completely blown out. It’s unclear to him how he could still manage to hold back completely being barbaric when it comes to the sight of you, but maybe it’s the respect he held dear to his heart for you.
Sanemi’s lips kiss down your breast, to your stomach down to your abdomen. He pushes your legs apart and swallows when he catches sight just how wet you were.
You squirm under Sanemi’s gaze, unsure what he was doing. You go to close your legs but Sanemi only pushes them apart further.
“N-Nemi!” you gasp once you feel his tongue flat against your clit. It’s a weird feeling of euphoria that has your eyes rolling. “S-stop!” you’re struggling against Sanemi’s tongue, doing everything in your power to get him to stop. “I can’t take anymore, Nemi…”
Sanemi doesn’t care about your babblings. Your taste intoxicates him just like your scent does. Your moans are so sweet, like his favorite tune playing again and again in his ears. His fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh and he’s bobbing his head back and forth over and over again until you’re sobbing.
Sanemi lifts his head from your swollen clit and licks his lips. He’s hovering above your twitching form and even now as you’re overstimulated with pleasure and sobbing, he cannot bring himself to stop.
“Nemi…”
Sanemi presses three fingers against your clit, rubbing tauntingly. “You can take it.” he encourages. After all, if you cannot handle his tongue and fingers, how’d you ever handle his cock?
Sanemi rubs a few more times before his fingers inch inside of you. His lips are kissing along your face, kissing along at the tears of pleasure.
You’re tight and it excites Sanemi. Knowing that he would be the one to deflower you - be the first (and preferably only) man you’d been with. It causes goosebumps to litter his skin.
The feeling of Sanemi’s fingers inside of you hurts - you’ve never done so before. He isn’t going slow either to allow you to adjust, he’s pumping with such force that it compels you into pleasure.
“I feel weird, Nemi…” you’re panting, feeling the bubbling feeling deep in your stomach. “Stop, I-I don’t wanna cum like this.” your hand wraps around his wrist to stop him - even if Sanemi refuses. “I wanna feel you around me when I do.”
Sanemi’s cock twitches at your words, but he wastes no time.
With hooded eyes, you watch as Sanemi undresses. You hadn’t realized just how clothed he was while you laid completely bare.
Sanemi’s body was beautiful, chiseled muscles sculpting his entire body. You flush at the sight of his completely nude body - cock erect. Your legs twitch with nervousness..
Sanemi hovers above you. There’s a flash in his eyes - you notice. His forehead is pressed against yours and for a moment his eyes are soft, no longer harboring the feral reaction.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he murmurs to you. It’s the voice that belonged to Sanemi - not the one under the demon art, but the man that you trained alongside for a year.
You didn’t have the chance to respond. Sanemi is entering you now and your hands go to clench his biceps harshly. It doesn’t hurt him, of course, but the pressure for you is nearly unbearable. Your legs wrap around him tight, hoping he wouldn’t move too soon.
You inhale deeply, trembling with the newfound pain. Sanemi is big - but any cock would be for you. You just hoped Sanemi wasn’t far too gone in the demon’s spell and wouldn’t hurt you too much.
Sanemi’s patience was slowly breaking. He found himself grinding into her for any sort of friction or pleasure. There’s only so much a man like him could take, his mind kept replaying the countless ways he could take you right now and he was truly fighting an internal battle.
Sanemi thrusted out of you fully to thrust back in. You released a surprised wail, eyes shutting tight. Your fingernails would be another scar left upon his skin.
“I can’t take it.” you cry out, walls completely sore by taking his cock in you fully. The pressure was unbearable and by the looks of the man, he appeared utterly insatiable.
“You can.” Sanemi’s voice is so raspy and deep that you were positive he was far gone. He continues to thrust deep inside of you that your back hits the futon with each thrust. He’s strong - far stronger than you’d ever hope to be - and getting him to stop was going to be difficult.
You felt the hot tears pool down your cheeks. You were being stretched out far too much for you to keep your composure. You were clenching around him so heavenly that he never wanted to stop - never wanted to be out of you; without you.
“Nemi, please…”
Sanemi’s hips buckled and he halts his movements.
Keep going - the voice in his mind tells him.
But it’s your sadden pleas that has his sanity coming back - just for a moment. He witnesses your tears falling and his heart aches - was he the one making you cry?
Sanemi goes to pull himself out, but you stop him. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer to you. His chest is against yours while your lips lined up against his ears. You’re panting, attempting to catch your breath and adjust to his size.
Sanemi’s arms wrap around your body, the intimate moment was one he wished he could remain in forever; never wishing to let you go.
“Nemi?”
You clench around him and Sanemi hums a response. You loosen your hold onto him, a signal that you wanted him to continue.
Sanemi grinds inside of you, his hold on you only growing tighter. He’s deep, never wishing to be anywhere else but inside of you. He picks up his pace, noticing how your cries were becoming moans.
This is what sex felt like. The pain was slowly subsiding and the pleasure was taking over. You can hear the way your pussy sounds against his pumping cock - wet and inviting, satiating his hunger for you.
Sanemi releases his hold on you to lean back. His eyes are hooded as he watches the way your breast bounces. He picks up the pace, cock sliding in and out of you - rougher, deeper, faster.
So beautiful, Sanemi thinks. So beautiful and his - all his. The dark thoughts were coming back with each passing second and his sanity was losing to the demonic spell.
You yourself felt whatever sanity you had left was now leaving. You no longer cared if Sanemi was hurting you or not - what you did know was that now you felt good; so good. His cock pumps inside of you at an alarming pace that would even be considered pleasurable if you weren’t receiving it.
Sanemi’s hands grip your breast so tightly that he's sure they would leave marks. His eyes fixated on the bulge of your stomach, mind racing with the thought of you round and pregnant with his child. He allows one hand to leave your breast to cup your stomach, rubbing lightly as he fucks you.
“I can’t wait to fuck a baby in you.”
Sanemi’s words would cause you to gasp if you weren’t caught in the moment. Your mind was fucked out with how good he’s fucking you that a baby didn’t seem bad - how the two of you forgotten about the world full of demons and the mission you were currently on.
“Get you nice and pregnant. I’ll take care of you.” He’s now hitting your g-spot as he speaks, eyes completely blown out with pleasure. Your knees are touching your shoulders and you’re positive you’ve never been this flexible before. “I’ll take care of all of our kids.”
You’re crying beneath him, pleasure overwhelming. Your sobs don’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t care. He’ll fuck you until he was done - fuck you until he was sure you were pregnat with the child he was promising you.
“I want them to look just like you. So perfect.” Sanemi moans at the thought of you full of cum, round with his child.
You’re cumming, writhing beneath him. You’re soaking the futon beneath the two of you, but neither of you care. Sanemi was on a mission - a rampage. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his perverted dreams.
Sanemi cums deep inside of you, twitching as he does so. He’s panting while sweat pools off of his skin and onto yours.
Sanemi wants more.
He flips you over, face burning into the futon. He enters you like an animal, continuing the brutal pace. He’s fucking into you deeper, your screams echoing off the room walls. If anyone was inside the inn, neither of you cared. He almost wished someone was listening so they could hear how good he was fucking you.
You’re drooling. You could no longer focus on anything but the cock inside of you - and even then you wanted more. Was this what heaven felt like? Paradise? To be stuff so good but the man you adored that you never wanted it to end?
How could you go back to pleasuring yourself when Sanemi knew how to do it so wonderfully?
Sanemi filled you again - three more times before he changed the position. He brought you on top of him and fucked into you, not allowing you any control. The stamina of a Hashira was amazing. He fucked you like a ragdoll, but you had no complaints.
His fucking dragged on majority of the night - against the wall, in his arms, on your back, on your side - every position he deemed fuckable, he had you in.He would hiss such dirty worlds in your ears that you’d convulse into a cumming mess for him.
One things for certain - neither of you wanted this night to end.
Your legs ached, as did the entirety of your body.
You stirred away, the sun from the open window blinding your eyes.
You push yourself up from the futon, the blanket you were wrapped in falling to expose your naked figure.
You were sore and one look at your appearance has your mind fluttering with memories.
“Nemi…?” you call out to nothing. You were alone in the room the two of you shared the night prior. You scanned the area to find no trace of him - not even his belongings.
Your legs tremble as you stand to your feet. You take nearly 10 minutes to get dressed, but you cannot be blamed. Your body is covered with bruises and marks that hiding it with Sanemi’s gifted haori was difficult, but manageable.
You make your way out of the room, belongings in hand. You walk past the innkeeper who doesn’t say a word - a different woman from the first two you met the day prior.
“CAW!”
Hiyori flies above you just as you exit the inn. If you had to guess, it was an hour before noon.
“Y/L Y/N is to report to the Butterfly Mansion for treatment! Y/L Y/N and others to the Butterfly Mansion!”
“Hiyori.” you call the crow, holding out your arm. “Where’s Sanemi?”
“Shinazugawa-sama has left on his own in the morning!”
Left.
Sanemi had left you here?
Alone?
“Y/N!”
It’s Sumire and Roshi, returning back to you appearing slightly disheveled.
“W-What-”
“Don’t ask.” Sumire’s flushing bright red.
“Please.” Rochi murmurs and you notice none of them can look the other in the eye.
Your mind connects the dots.
You and Sanemi were not the only two subjected to the demon’s spell.
“Did you see Sanemi leave?” you ask the two slayers.
“Yes. Shinazugawa-sama took the others and left. We were told to wait for you.” Sumire exclaims. “Didn’t say much but to wait until you were up to head to the Butterfly Mansion.”
You nod your head. You swallow, heart aching with the realization that Sanemi had left you.
Had Sanemi regretted the night with you? Had he woke up disgusted with your actions that he didn’t even wish to look at you?
No.
Sanemi wasn’t like this. He didn’t run from his issues. He had to go to the Butterfly Mansion with the other slayers. You wouldn’t think too much into it.
But it was hard not to think too much into it, you think. The entire journey to the Butterfly Mansion had left you completely distracted by memories of the previous night and the nervousness of having to face the Wind Hashira once more.
The Butterfly Mansion was hectic, nurses scurrying around to help while Kakushi lined up to do the same. You almost felt out of place coming here. You didn’t even have any scars from the attack with the demon and it appears Sumire and Roshi were alright, as well, only a bit awkward.
“Are you two alright?” you turn to the two slayers who nod, avoiding contact with the other. “The mission wasn’t as deadly as we expected. The Lower Moon-”
“Lower Moon?!” Roshi and Sumire gasp in unison with wide eyes. “There was a lower moon there?” Sumire questions.
“We fought off a few demons but they weren’t strong. They might have been only a few years turned.”
You nod your head. “Yes.” you look between the two of them. “Her demon art was…powerful. Are you sure the two of you are alright?”
You see flashes in your mind of you and Sanemi together the entirety of the night.
“Yes.” Roshi’s cheeks are dusty red.
“Yea.” Sumire responds, as well.
You nod your head and offer the two of them a soft smile. “Okay. Good job on the mission.” you tell them. “Please rest.”
Your eyes watch Sumire and Hoshi scurry away and you release an exhausted sigh.
“Y/N?”
Your head snaps to the sound of your name. You bow to Shinobu who does the same.
“Are you alright? I heard your mission was successful by Shinazugawa.”
You nod your head. “Yes. I returned just now.” you wondered what else Sanemi had told her. “It’s hectic here.”
“Indeed it is. Uzui has returned with Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu. An Upper Moon was defeated.”
Your eyes widen. “An Upper Moon? Are they safe?” you returned seemingly fine after your battle - if you can even call it that, the demon appeared far too weak to be considered a part of the 12 Kizuki. You couldn’t imagine fighting an Upper Moon.
“Recovering. They’re all fallen into coma’s but we’re positive they will recover.”
A sigh of relief comes from your lips. “Uzui-san? Is he here?”
“Was. He left hours before you returned. He has retired as a Hashira.”
You were sure your eyes were going to pop out their socket one of these days. The sudden information was hitting you at each possible angle.
“I know you’ve grown attached to the younger slayers. Maybe you can come visit them once everything settles down.” Shinobu offers a smile. “Uzui is at his estate with his wives as if he didn’t lose an eye or hand. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”
“Huh?!” your hands clench at - yet again - another sudden information. Uzui was a Hashira, so tall and muscular and extremely skilled.
“Uzui is fine, truly. Rambling on about appearing even more flashy with an eyepatch.” Shinobu giggles slightly. “How are you, Y/N? Shinazugawa was here earlier but nothing appeared to be wrong with him or the others. I assume the same goes for you?”
You swallow and nod.
“Good.” Shinobu scans your appearance. You had the white haori that once belonged to Sanemi wrapped tightly around your frame. You showed no skin - which wasn’t exactly alarming, but you also never appeared so awkwardly nervous.
Shinobu’s eyes are beautiful, so large and deep purple. Now, however, they seemed to be looking into your soul, searching for your deepest and darkest secrets.
“I should be going now, Shinobu-san.” you bow.
“Don’t be a stranger, Y/N.” she offers a curt wave. “I love the new glow you have to you.” that tone in her voice - you feel hot with embarrassment. She was teasing you.
“CAW!”
You haven’t been outside for more than five minutes before Hiyori returns.
“Oyakata-sama has sent for you!”
“Ah.” you sigh deeply. “I suppose I can see what Oyakata-sama needs.”
You made your journey towards the Ubuyashiki Estate, Hiyori soaring above you. It doesn’t take long and upon entering you note that Oyakata has already been waiting for your appearance.
You bow in front of him. “Oyakata-sama. I have arrived.”
Kagaya offers a curt smile. “Y/L Y/N. It is nice to be in your presence once more.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Oyakata-sama.”
You lift your head, knees remaining on the ground.
“Congratulations on returning from your mission safely. You have defeated a Lower Moon.” Kagaya praises.
Your heart feels full to be praised.
“Thank you, Oyakata-sama. But please, it was nothing. Uzui-san and the others are the true remarkable ones.” You still cannot fathom coming in the presence of such a remarkably strong demon.
“You also deserve praise, Y/N.” Kagaya says. “You managed to defeat a Lower Moon. There’s many slayers who did not have the same fate.”
You nod to yourself. You suppose he was right.
“You would make an exceptional Wind Hashira if the title was not already occupied.” Kagaya compliments once more. “I am content that you, my child, are a part of the Corps.”
“Thank you, Oyakata-sama.” you say, standing to your feet.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Kagaya said, but before you could speak, he continued. “Sanemi has transformed for the better. I assume that it is your doing.”
You swallow at the sound of Sanemi’s name. You had yet to see him and speak about what has happened during the mission.
“I cannot take responsibility for Shinazugawa-san’s credibility. He was always an amazing Hashira before me!”
Kagaya chuckles to himself lowly. “Indeed he was, my child. But behind every great man, there’s a partner. A woman like yourself.” Kagaya lightly pets the crow that sits beside him. His head remains straight forward, body unmoving. “Give yourself more grace, Y/N. You are free to go as you please. Thank you for speaking with me.”
“Y-Yes.” you inhale a response, bowing before turning away. “Thank you, Oyakata-sama.”
The master's words replay in your head as you make your way to Sanemi’s estate. You deserve praise, he said. You changed Sanemi for the better. Did you, though? Sanemi always appeared amazing to you - at any and everything he did. Sure he had a temper but it was never towards you. Maybe Sanemi had taken the swear the two of you made seriously.
Entering the mansion, you note just how quiet it was inside. Where was Sanemi? You knew he returned earlier in the day.
You decided to not dwell on it and bathe. You hadn’t had the chance to upon waking up, only a light wash up. Witnessing the bruises and bites littering your skin causes you to flush at the memory of you and Sanemi together.
Hours had passed since you bathed and since then you had managed to cook dinner for the two of you - Sanemi’s dish had sat cold. You pondered where he could possibly be - surely Oyakata-sama didn’t send him on another mission.
You began to feel as if Sanemi was purposely avoiding you. As days dragged on, you had yet to see him. You continued your training alone, not witnessing any sight of him. You would eat alone without him, always setting a plate down for him that he would eat whenever he did return while you were gone.
It was only when the second week dragged on did Sanemi return, though barely. You caught a glimpse of him entering the bathroom just as you finished dinner. You waited for him to enter, and when he finally had you were left disappointed. He didn’t spare you a glance, entering his bedroom and not exiting.
Weeksn dragged on and you noticed that you and Sanemi no longer attended missions together. Hiyori would come and deliver your own solo missions and you’d go - not having someone besides you had your heart yearning for company.
While Sanemi obviously ignored you, you would often visit Uzui and his wives. You’d relax at the onsen with them while not on missions, often eating dinner. Uzui was not a fool to notice the look in your eyes - you were attempting to get your mind off of a certain white haired bastard.
You visited Inosuke and Zenitsu, offering them sweets while they trained and waited for Tanjiro to wake. You remained cooking for Shinra, Genya and Muichiro when the three were free, Sanemi’s place at the table untouched.
There was a shift that everyone noticed. Sanemi’s attitude was going back to what it once was - abrasive and rash. The slayers had to tiptoe around him once more, not having you around as their savior.
The Hashira has since taken note that there was something wrong with you and Sanemi. Shinobu had seen more of the Wind hashira at the Butterfly Estate to heal petty wounds that he'd usually got to you for - when she asked why he was there, he had snapped at her and stated that it was “her job” to do so.
Obanai and Sanemi train together often, now more than ever. He would visit the Serpent estate to train just so he didn’t have to be home - Iguro never questioned him.
Muichiro is air headed and often stuck in his own mind when he wasn’t out on missions. But he recognizes a shift in your behavior. Your eyes are sadder than he remembers them and all he can think to do is do the things he liked to do - with you. He’d watch the clouds with you, not speaking unless you did. He would make origami with you, claiming that yours were trash - it caused you to laugh at his insensitive truth - and would end up gifting you one of his origami pieces.
Mitsuri’s would often feed you, claiming that whenever she was down, she desired to eat delicious foods. She didn’t want to ask anything of you and Sanemi’s relationship, but she just hoped that whatever did happen that it would end soon.
You were grateful for everyone's attempts in changing your mood and it would be selfish to say that it didn’t work. However, as the second month kicks, you realize just how foolish you feel. Your head has been far too into Sanemi and why he was ignoring you (and your own separate missions) that you ignored your own overall health.
“Y/N.”
Shinobu tilts her head at you, curiosity in her eyes. Her face turns to a look of concern.
“Pregnant.” you repeat her words.
Could you even be surprised? You were in the second month since the mission in Shinjuku. The last thing on your mind upon returning was a contraceptive and even when you woke up feeling less than yourself, you still couldn’t accept that you were with child.
“You must think I’m so stupid.” you laugh humorlessly at Shinobu, insect-like eyes watching your every move.
“Of course not!” Shinobu denies. “Why would you think such a thing?”
You inhale deeply. You thought as much because it was what you were feeling. Stupid - pregnant by Sanemi and it appeared now that he wanted nothing to do with you. Stupid for getting pregnant when your occupation was killing demons.
“Y/N. Are things with you and Shinazugawa…good?” Shinobu doesn’t want to pry, but now you were with child and appeared disgusted, concerned and frightened all at once.
You swallow, throat tightening. “Yes.” you murmur, an obvious lie. Everyone has noticed the shift in the relationship between the two of you and now Shinobu has an idea as to why.
“I assume Shinazugawa doesn’t know.” Shinobu states. “Y/N…there’s ways we can go about this now. If you aren’t ready I can assure you it will be painless.”
You blink at Shinobu’s words. You haven’t thought about a moment like this happening - not even the moment between you and Sanemi. When you arrived from the mission, you desired to see him and talk about whatever relationship the two of you had. But Sanemi turned cold, ignoring your presence all together and waving you off whenever you attempted to.
“If you do wish to keep the child, I will inform Oyakata-sama of the predicament and get you off from your missions. Since you’re early in the pregnancy, I’m sure you won’t have to-”
“I want to terminate.” you interrupt Shinobu. The Insect Hashira tries not to appear shocked by your words. She would never judge you for whatever decision you chose.
You watch Shinobu nod her head. You couldn’t imagine bringing a child into the world now - not while you were a part of the Corps. It also wouldn’t be fair to Sanemi. You lived in his house, after all. He had made his decision when it came to whatever relationship you had and you were now making yours.
It’s nightfall when you return back to Sanemi’s estate and you’re surprised to see him at the table eating and Sanemi appears to be just as surprised to see you. Upon returning home from his rounds, he assumed you were in bed for the night - but he was proven wrong when you strolled through the shoji doors.
Lilac eyes meet yours and Sanemi notes that there’s something wrong with you. He remains silent, as do you. His heart continues to jolt in your presence, hands yearning to touch your soft skin again.
“Shinazugawa.” you murmur your acknowledgment to him.
Shinazugawa.
You never called him that, Sanemi things. But he doesn’t have the right to feel away about it.
“Thank you for allowing me to stay here.” you begin. Sanemi drops his chopsticks, attention fully on you. “I’m grateful to have been trained by you.”
Where were you going with this?
“I’ll be taking my leave.”
You turn away from him, Sanemi watching your figure saunter down the hall. He hears your shoji doors open but not close. There’s shuffling in your room and now he decides to get up to see what you were doing.
“Where are you going?” Sanemi’s heart is pounding now at the sight of you holding a bag with your belongings. It’s the first time he spoke to you directly.
“I’ve…decided to leave.”
Sanemi glances away. “Where are you going?”
You shift in your stance. “I’ve spoken to Oyakata-sama. I have a few missions lined up before I leave the Corps.”
Sanemi’s head snaps to you. He’s checking your face for any sign of deceit. He doesn’t find any - instead your eyes are lined with moisture. Your throat is bobbing as if attempting to not cry at the words you’re speaking.
“I’m sorry that I’ve become a burden.”
Reach out to her - Sanemi things.
Hold her.
Tell her she was never a burden.
Sanemi remains silent.
You stroll past him, your familiar scent passing him.
“You don’t have to leave.” Sanemi calls just as you’re a foot out the door.
You don’t want to leave.
Sanemi doesn’t want you to leave.
Apologize to her.
Tell her how you feel.
Tell her you love her.
Sanemi’s mind races with his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize you’re already leaving.
“Y/N-” Sanemi follows behind you, pace picking up to reach you. “Where are you going now? After you leave the Corps?”
You feel Sanemi’s hand around your wrist to stop you from walking.
“Back home.” you respond, unable to look at him. You made your decision to leave and going against that wouldn’t be the correct decision for you.
Sanemi gulps. He releases his hand from your wrist.
“I hope you don’t feel as if it was a waste of time training me. I wasn’t a part of the Corps for long.”
You were never a waste of his time, Sanemi wants to say, but his mind is racing and his heart is longing for you.
Why were you going back home to your father? The same man that sold you to someone - that abused you for years on end?
“Thank you, Sanemi. For everything. I must be going.”
Tell her to stay.
Tell her she doesn’t have to leave here - leave you.
Tell her you love her- that you pushed her away because you were disgusted with yourself.
Tell her how horrible you felt that you took advantage of her innocence.
Sanemi doesn’t say anything and instead watches until your figure disappears. For the first time in years, he feels like he could shed tears at the loss of someone he loved.
Final Part
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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 1)
A/N: This is the sequel to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!
Summary: 4 months have passed since your disappearance and Andy is beginning to lose hope. However a miracle is just around the corner, but it comes with its own complications
Word Count: 8.1k
Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! Talk of Violence!
Dividers by me!
Series Masterlist / Masterlist
Chapter 1
Andy felt like a shell of a man, barely alive, only just existing. His eyes were unfocused as the room filled with indistinct conversation and the sound of camera shutters as the press took photos. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be anywhere else but here. He didn’t want to listen to the recap of the case, didn’t want to see the sympathetic looks from everyone.
He just wanted you.
“Mr Barber, is there anything you want to say to Y/N if she’s out there?” One of the reporters asked.
Andy blinked a couple of times pulling himself from the trance he was in. He glances over towards your parents who gave him a small reassuring smile before he looked back out towards the sea of reporters.
He clears his throat nodding his head slightly as he got his thoughts in order “Yes” he mutters before finding the main camera and looking directly down the lens “Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but if you do please reach out, just to let us know you’re safe, and if there’s someone out there who knows where she is, or know what happened please help us” he pleads, looking down as his voice breaks.
He tries to sniffle back his tears as he feels the all too familiar dark cloud and clenching sensation in his chest. Something he felt so often it was more like an old friend now.
He feels your mom reach out beneath the table and squeeze his hand. He glances over seeing her glassy eyes looking back at him, she gives him a reassuring smile that just breaks his heart even more because she looked just like you. All Andy could see was your face whenever you tried to cheer him up or reassured him that he was going to win this case.
After what felt like hours the press conference was over and Andy and your parents were able to file out of the room, away from the scrutiny of the press. Once in the next room your mom turned to face him, wrapping her arms around him.
“I’m sorry” Andy muttered shaking his head as she hugs him.
“Honey you have nothing to apologise for, you did a great job, I’m so proud of you” she smiled reaching up to quickly wipe away his tears.
“We both are, we know you’re doing everything you can,” your father says putting his hand on Andy’s shoulder.
The detectives working on the case then walk over “We want to thank you for agreeing to this press conference, we understand how difficult it must have been” Lieutenant Elliot says as he shakes Andy’s hand.
“But we’re hoping this will lead to a breakthrough, it’s going to be on statewide news and there’s a hotline assigned now so we might get some hits,” Detective Wagner says.
“We hope so too” your father sighs nodding his head.
“We’ll be in touch if we hear anything, in the meantime head home and try and get some rest,” Elliot says before the both of them bid their goodbyes.
“C’mon Andy let's head home,” your mom says rubbing his arms soothingly, Andy just nods and lets her gently guide him out of the building.
As your father drove them all back to Andy’s house, Andy was just staring out the window. His eyes closed as he replayed the last time he saw you, the way you kissed him, smiled at him as you backed the car onto the road, blowing him a kiss as you pulled away. He’d give anything to have another chance, to hold you tight and not let you leave, beg you to wait just one day so he could drive you both to your parents' house.
Everyone was silent as they walked into the house, your mom making a beeline for the kitchen. Your dad just clapped Andy on the shoulder offering him a drink, Andy gave him a small nod before walking towards the kitchen where he found your mom throwing away last night’s take-out containers.
“You don’t need to do that,” Andy tells her gently, putting his hand on her arms as she went to wipe down the counter.
“I know” she sighs “I just like to keep busy” she admits sadly.
“I know, but c’mon,” Andy says gently, taking the cloth from her.
“I miss her” your mom sniffles.
“I do too” Andy whispers wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.
For the rest of the afternoon, they all tried to relax and talk about anything except you and your disappearance. Your parents asked Andy how the fraud case he was working on was going, he in turn asked how they were, and if your dad had caught any big fish since they last spoke.
“We should probably start heading home love” your dad says squeezing your mom’s knee.
“Yeah you’re right” she sighs nodding her head before glancing over at Andy “Do you want to come back with us Andy? It must be hard being here with constant reminders of her” she offers nodding to your blanket draped over your reading chair in the corner.
“Or go see Frank for a bit, a change of scenery might do you some good” your dad suggests.
Andy shakes his head “No I’m good, working and keeping busy is what is helping at the moment, if I stopped…” Andy sighs.
Your dad gives him a small smile nodding his head “Okay, but the offer is always there” he reminds him.
“Thank you, drive safe,” Andy says as he walks the both to the door.
“We will, call if you need us” your mom reminds him giving him a quick friendly kiss on the cheek before stepping outside.
He stands by the door, waving them off as they drove away. Letting out a long sigh he walked back inside, closing the door behind him before making his way into the kitchen.
Opening up the fridge to grab a beer he couldn’t help but let out a weak snort when he saw your mom had filled it with meals he could just put in the oven. He spots a note on top of one of the pasta dishes.
All those takeouts won’t be doing you any good, take care of yourself Andy
Andy smiles gently as he grabs the pasta dish and puts it in the oven. He’s always admired your parents and how loving and supportive they were. As soon as they’d met him they accepted him, treated him like a son. And they had raised you, this amazing smart gorgeous intelligent woman that he missed so so much.
Letting out a shaky breath he abandoned his beer and reached for something stronger. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the side and pouring himself a healthy measure, swallowing it back in one go.
Once his dinner was ready he grabbed his laptop and began working while he ate. He knew you would rather he relax and watch some TV, there were many nights that you’d grab him by the tie and drag him away from his laptop. But you weren’t here and the only way he could keep his head above water was to keep going, keep working, because silence was suffocating.
He’d just pushed his empty plate away, washing his food down with more scotch when his phone started ringing. He instantly reached for it, hoping it was the police with news, letting out a disappointed “hey” when he saw it was just Frank.
“Hey, I was just checking in, seeing how you were after the conference” Frank greets.
Andy lets out a long sigh, rubbing his forehead tiredly “It was how it’s to be expected, painful” he admits.
“But it’ll be helpful though right? Get more people looking” Frank says somewhat hopefully.
“Maybe I dunno, it’s just fuck all those faces looking back at me, the sympathy” Andy mutters running his hand down his face.
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Not when they’re all clearly thinking she’s dead and I should just move on” Andy scoffs.
There’s silence for a beat “but you don’t think that do you”
“No… maybe fuck I don’t know, I just don’t understand it all” Andy groans.
“Barber I swear to god you better get your head out of your ass before I catch the next flight up to Boston and kick your ass, she’s out there somewhere” Frank says growling.
“But where? Why doesn’t she want to be found? Has she just up and left me? Is that why she dumped the car and everything in it?” Andy demands getting more worked up.
“I don’t know Andy, I wish I did, but look we know that there was no evidence of a crash or something, and she wouldn’t have left you, she loves you Andy and she would have gone to her parents” Frank reasons.
“So you’re saying someone might have taken her?” Andy huffs
There was another beat of silence before Frank sighed “I don’t know, maybe… but there wasn’t a sign of struggle” he says making Andy sigh deeply “Look just don’t give up hope, hopefully the press conference will do some good, get more people on the lookout, give the case more attention, we all know that’s been lacking”
“Yeah I guess” Andy murmurs as he takes a sip of scotch
“And the offer of staying on my couch is still there, I know Mary would love to see you or we could try and visit you” Frank offers.
“No save your money, and sanity by not staying with your mother, I’ll be fine” Andy says making Frank chuckle quietly.
“Sure but don’t hide away, and keep in contact, it’s all gonna work out” Frank reassures him.
“I will promise, how’s the gremlin?” Andy asks changing the topic.
Frank lets out a long groan which makes Andy chuckle weakly “She slammed her bedroom door on my hand this morning”
“Ouch, what did you do to deserve that,” Andy asks.
“Said she couldn’t go to girl scouts because she refused to do anything in Gym class the day before” Frank explains with a huff.
“Let me guess, she was doing maths instead” Andy chuckles knowingly.
“Yep god she’s such a backwards kid” Franks snorts.
“Yeah, but you love her” Andy points out.
“Yeah I do, but look it’s getting late and you should be trying to get some sleep not working yourself to death” Frank says knowingly.
“I dunno” Andy sighs shaking his head.
“Andrew Stephen Barber, get some sleep, it’s what Y/N would want” Frank warns.
“Okay, fine I’ll try” Andy concedes.
“Good, I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll try and get up to you soon” Frank promises.
“Okay, talk to you soon” Andy sighs before hanging up the phone.
Deafening silence fills the room as soon as the call disconnects. Andy sighing sadly as he looks around the empty house trying desperately not to lose hope.
When Andy woke the following morning, he glanced to the side like he’d done every morning, still expecting to see you peacefully asleep next to him. But just like every morning for the past 4 months, there was just an empty, cold space next to him.
Staring back up at the ceiling he let out a long sigh. He had a strange feeling in his gut that just made him want to pull the covers back up, fall back asleep and maybe if he was lucky, dream of you. He seriously considered just not going to work today but he knew he needed to, he needed to keep busy, he couldn’t let his head slip under water.
So he dragged himself out of bed and forced himself to get ready for the day. His body went into autopilot as he slipped on his suit and straightened his tie. At least he knew he had a busy day ahead of him, meeting after meeting that should keep his mind occupied enough.
Walking into the office he kept his eyes on the floor, avoiding the sight of sympathetic looks he always got. He’d thought that he’d get used to it eventually but the longer it went on the worse it got. They reminded him of what he’d lost, that with every day that passed people gave up hope you’d ever be found.
As soon as he was able to he shut his office door, pulling the blinds down so there could be no prying eyes. Dumping his bag down at his desk he got straight to work, grabbed files he needed and hit notebook.
Walking back out he paused by this assistant’s desk “Is meeting room D ready?” He asks her.
“Yes, and I’ve closed all the blinds already” she nods.
“Good, keep hold of this for me, let me know if anything important happens,” he says passing her his phone.
“Oh- oh yeah of course,” she says “Are you sure you don’t want it with you, just in case?”
“No I don’t want our witnesses being disturbed or put off, we might lose out on critical information” Andy states shaking his head.
“Right, yes of course, uh your first meeting isn’t for another half an hour do you want me to get a coffee or do anything?” She offers shifting nervously in her seat.
“A coffee would be fine, I’ll be in meeting room D setting up” Andy says pointing down the corridor.
“Coming right up,” she says with a small smile pushing herself up from her chair.
Andy gives her a curt nod before walking off in the opposite direction towards the meeting room. It was the oldest and smallest in the building, barely used for that reason. But Andy had picked it specifically because it was also far out of the way of the main hub of the office. It was a safe little refuge from everyone and their sad smiles.
He was just sorting through everything he needed when he heard the door open, and glancing up to see his boss Lynn walking in. She walks over placing a cup of coffee and a croissant down in front of him.
“Intercepted your assistant and thought I’d make the delivery myself, even snagged you the last pastry in case you hadn’t eaten,” she says.
“Thanks, you didn’t have to” Andy mumbles taking to cup of coffee and taking a large sip, looking back down at his work.
When he didn’t hear her leave he glances back up to see her studying him, arms crossed, a concerned look on her face.
“Is there anything you need?” He asks with a sigh.
“You know you don’t have to be in today, you can take the day off and just recuperate after yesterday” she tells him.
“Lynn I’m fine” he states.
“Barber I’m looking right at you and I know you’re not fine, did you even sleep last night?” She says shaking her head at him.
“Yes I did, and I ate, and I had a shower, I don’t need a caretaker” he snaps.
Lynn doesn’t even flinch, she just arches a brow “Considering what you’re going through i’ll let that slide” she tells him, Andy just gives her a small remorseful sigh “Nobody will think less of you Andy” she says walking around the desk, leaning against the side of it “yesterday would have dug a lot of stuff up, you should be looking after yourself”
“I am,” Andy says shaking his head “going home and doing nothing will just make me feel worse, I need to keep busy”
Lynn sighs nodding her head “Okay, but go home if you’re struggling, take the access stairwell if you want to avoid everyone” she says standing back up.
“Thank you,” Andy says with a weak smile.
“It's okay, now eat” she orders pointing to the croissant as she leaves.
He rolls his eyes but grabs the croissant and takes a large bite, his stomach rumbling as soon as he did so. Clearly much hungrier than he was willing to admit.
The morning moved past in a blur of meetings with witnesses, taking their statements and trying to piece together a case. He ended up working through his lunch, not wanting to leave the safety of meeting room D.
It was around 3 pm that he heard a knock on the door “Yeah?” He called out to whoever it was.
His assistant pokes her head in the door “Sorry I’m not sure if it’s important but an unknown number has been trying to call you for the past hour?” She says walking in, holding out his phone.
“Is it the same number?” Andy asks frowning in confusion as he takes his phone.
“I don’t know, it was a withheld number, it might just be press but I thought I’d tell you,” she says shrugging her shoulders.
Andy lets out a long sigh, with the press conference yesterday he knew there was a chance he’d get hounded by them. All of them hoping for an exclusive.
“Thanks, I’ll keep hold of it and answer when they next call, find out what’s going on” he sighs sliding his phone into his jacket pocket.
“Sure, do you want me to get anything?” She offers.
“No, just send in the next witness when they’re here,” Andy says with a small shake of his head, already going back to scribbling down some notes.
“Of course” she nods before stepping back out of the room.
It was barely 10 minutes later when the door to the meeting room opened. Andy glanced up expecting to see another witness but he instantly stands when he sees Lynn and Lieutenant Elliot walk in.
“Apologies for bursting in at your place of work, but since you weren’t answering your calls I thought it best to check in” Elliot explains.
“I-I left it with my assistant, is everything okay? Has something happened?” Andy asks, begging that it was good news.
“Y/N has been found, she managed to make her way to Newton police station with the help of a member of the general public just over an hour and a half ago,” Elliot tells him.
Andy’s heart stopped. Even though he prayed and begged that you turn up and come back to him, the longer it went on the less he believed it was actually happening. He had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“Is-is she okay? What happened?” Andy stutters in shock.
“She’s injured but okay, Detective Wagner has officers with her now at Newton General Hospital, we can now confirm though that she was abducted” He explains with a heavy sigh.
“Fuck” Andy mutters running his hand down his face.
“I’ve already gathered your things for you, do you want me to drive you over Andy?” Lynn offers putting his coat and bag down on the table.
“I-i- uh” Andy stutters his hands shaking as he tried to shove his belongings into his bag.
“I’ll drive you” Lynn states putting her hand on his wrist.
Andy just swallows the lump in his throat nodding his head gratefully, shoving the last of his stuff in his bag. He quickly pulls on his coat and follows them out of the room.
“If you give me your car keys I can organise an officer to bring your car to the hospital for you” Elliot offers as the three of them walk down the access stairwell into the garage.
“Thank you” Andy mutters “Have you called her parents?” He asks as he passes Elliot his keys.
“Yes, they’re on their way, should arrive in over an hour or so” Elliot answered nodding his head.
“Good, fuck they’re gonna be so happy” Andy mutters shaking his head.
“We all are, I’ll see you at the hospital,” Elliot says walking towards his car.
Andy follows Lynn over to her car, quickly climbing in and doing up his seatbelt. Lynn wastes no time and pulls out of the garage and towards the hospital.
As she drives, Andy texts your friend and coworker, Carrie, and Frank to tell them you’d been found. Frank called Andy almost immediately.
“Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being fucking serious” Frank demands as soon as the line connects.
“I’m being serious, I’m on the way to the hospital now” Andy confirms, still struggling to believe it was true.
“Shit. Is she okay? what happened?” Frank questions.
“She’s hurt, but apparently she’s fine, it’s probably just precautionary, she turned up at the police station over an hour ago, she’d been fucking abducted” Andy states shaking his head, as soon as he found out who took you he was going to kill them.
“Fuck, do they know who took her?” Frank asks.
“I don’t know, but whoever it is I’m gonna fucking kill them” Andy growls, earning a look from Lynn.
“I’ll help, but look I’ll let you go and me and Mary will try and get up as soon as we can” Frank promises.
“Thank you Frank, I’ll talk to you soon” Andy says hanging up just as they were pulling up into the hospital car park.
Andy didn’t even wait for the car to stop completely before he jumped out. Lynn shouted after him as he ran into the building. From his knowledge as ADA and visiting other victims, he already knew what floor of the hospital they would have taken you, running straight into the elevator, slamming the button to make the door close.
As soon as they opened back up he ran out, straight to the front desk “where is she?” He demanded his voice booming down the corridor.
The nurse blinks in surprise, pointing down the corridor where there were armed guards stood outside. Andy’s breath caught, worry washing over him, was the risk to you so great that you needed armed guards outside your room.
Rushing down the corridor the guards thankfully step aside allowing him to burst straight into the room. As soon as he saw you he froze. You looked so broken, your hands and wrist bandaged, a couple of cuts on your face, a large bandage on your leg. His eyes scanned over every inch of your body unable to believe you were here.
“Andy” you whispered, your voice hoarse, cracking as you spoke.
Andy almost completely broke down hearing your voice. It was real, you were here. You were alive, hurt but alive. Every emotion he’d been trying to hold back broke free, tears falling in sheer relief.
He nodded his head “Honey” he choked out, surging forward wrapping his arms around you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
He held onto you as you completely broke down, your fingers clutching at his coat as if you were scared he was going to disappear. Andy mentally scolded himself for ever thinking you’d up and just left him.
Andy pulled back from the hug to cup your cheeks, his eyes meeting your tearful ones “fuck Honey I’m so happy to see you, I can’t believe you’re here” he admits shaking his head.
Your lower lip begins to wobble, your fingers gripping his wrists tightly as you shook your head, shame clear on your face “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you stuttered.
Andy’s heart breaks hearing you say that, this wasn’t your fault, none of this was “No, no stop that” he says gently as he kisses your forehead “You have nothing to apologise for” he tells you, his eyes meeting yours to drive his point home “you’re safe now and that’s all that matters, nothing else, and we’ll work this all out, we’ll make him pay for whatever he did to you” he promises.
The look of relief washes over your face, tears streaming down your face, ones that Andy quickly wipes away “I’m so happy to see you” you whisper shaking your head.
Andy couldn’t stop the small smile that broke out on his face when he hears that. To know you were safe and back home with him, that you wanted to be home.
“Me too, so, so much” smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you.
Andy felt you hesitate for a moment, long enough to make Andy worry. Questioning what your captor had done to you, what had made you freeze, Andy’s mind instantly went to the worst case scenario.
Before Andy had a chance to question it, you responded kissing him back eagerly. Andy breathes out a sigh of relief, holding back a sob as he kissed you deeply. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever get to hold you like this again, all of his sheer joy, love and relief pouring out into the kiss.
“Where-where is everyone else?” You asked once you broke away from the kiss.
“Carrie will be here tomorrow, Frank and Mary will visit as soon as they can, your parents are making their way over now, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Andy tells you, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks.
“And they’re all okay? He- he told me my parents were dead” you ask nervously.
Andy blinks in surprise shaking his head, his heart breaking to know you actually believed that “They’re all fine, happy and healthy, they’re so happy you’re safe” Andy reassures you, one hand dropping to take your hand squeezing it gently.
“Oh thank god” you choke out in relief, Andy instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you.
Andy glances over his shoulder when he hears the door to your room open, Lieutenant Elliot and Detective Wagner walking in “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt the reunion but I thought I better introduce myself, I’m Lieutenant Elliott, I’ll be the head detective on your case” Elliot says introducing himself.
Andy rises to his full height, turning to face the detectives “Have you got him yet? The man who abducted her?” Andy demands, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“Yes, we arrested him a few minutes ago” Elliott nods “We’ll be questioning him later tonight but we need to know what happened to you before we can do so” he explains nodding to you.
You glance up at Andy swallowing nervously “Yeah… sure” you mutter looking back over at the detective.
Andy could tell how nervous and apprehensive you were, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy for you. He hated having to ask witnesses and victims to recount their stories, relive their pain.
“Take your time honey, don’t rush it if you’re not ready” Andy reassures you.
“No, I’m ready…” you say looking back up at him “It just won’t be easy for you to hear”
Andy takes a deep breath nodding his head. He knew it was important to find out what happened to you, it gave them a chance of sending the perp down for good. But he also didn’t want to hear the horrors you’d been subjected to the past 4 months, have you relive them. Looking down at you, all he saw was worry in your eyes, worry for him, you’d been abducted and you were worrying for him. Something that spoke volumes of your sweet and caring soul.
Andy didn’t want you worrying about him, so he put on a brave face and forced a smile “Whatever happened I’ll be right here the entire time” he reassures you, whatever happened surely wasn’t as bad as what he was imagining in his head.
You nod your head slightly before looking over at the detective “I’m ready”
Elliot nods his head moving to set a tape recorder down on the tray table at the end of your bed “Okay, we’re going to record this and be making notes so it can be your official statement, we may ask a couple of questions when you’re finished to clear a few things up but otherwise, we won’t interrupt” he explains pressing record.
You glance over at Andy so he gives you a reassuring nod as he sits down in the chair next to your bed, keeping hold of your hand to remind you that he was there.
“Okay, so um I can just about remember the accident, it was at a crossroads just north of Boston, a really quiet area and this red van must have blown a stop sign or something because it just crashed straight into the side of me” you start swallowing nervously “I must have been knocked out because I can remember being treated at the site but then I woke up again at Mass Gen, and I couldn’t remember anything, not even my own name” you explain.
Andy takes a deep breath as he tries to make sense of it all, glancing over at the detectives he could see they were equally confused. The investigation into your disappearance had found your car miles away in Sudbury, not a scratch on it.
“When I woke up he was there, I didn’t instantly recognise him but he told me his name was Ransom Drysdale and that he was my fiancé” you continue, Andy felt his mouth go dry hearing the name of your captor for the first time.
“He said my name was Dorothy, or Dory, I guess that was some sick joke in the end” you mutter shaking your head, “he said we’d been in an argument and I stormed out, got into the accident as I was driving away from him” you continue before sighing deeply “he was so sweet and charming and looked so devastated that I was hurt that I trusted him, he kinda looked like you too,” you say looking over at Andy “so maybe that made me trust him too”
Andy glanced down for a second before forcing a reassuring smile back at you. He didn’t want you to know how sick he felt.
“He got the doctor to discharge me and he took me home to his house, that was when I had my first memory, of him standing at a bar, which just made me trust him more. He told me how we met, that it was at an event and he’d hit on me but I turned him down, which was true because I know now that I was dating Andy. But at the time I didn’t know that and he said he chased me and wore me down until I finally agreed” you explained,
Andy could recall that night, you’d even pointed Ransom out to him when you told him he’d hit on you. You had laughed when Andy got all possessive and told him you’d never go for someone like Ransom. If he could Andy would go back in time and beat Ransom up, preventing all this from happening.
“He said because I didn’t remember him we could take things slow and rebuild the relationship, which is what we did. He introduced me to his family, took me out on a date to a fancy restaurant, and stood up for me when his family called me a gold-digging whore” you continue shaking your head.
Andy bit his lip as he looked down at the floor in disbelief. Ransom had convinced you of this sick lie, made you live in this fantasy he’d created.
“We lived like any engaged couple would, he brought me the occasional present and looked after me when I felt sad and frustrated about my lack of memories” you sigh shaking your head “And he even convinced me to start planning our wedding, moving it forward to what would have been tomorrow under the guise that his grandfather was gravely ill, had I not seen the news and the press conference and remembered everything well almost everything, some things are still fuzzy” you admit, sniffling as you began to well up.
Andy squeezed your hand reassuringly, he’d hated every moment of that press conference, but knowing it was the trigger that brought you back brought him some peace.
“Ransom was out at the time, so I tried to leave before he got home but he arrived home just as I was running up the stairs to pack a bag” You recall “he knew straight away that I remembered, screamed at me that he was better, that I belonged with him. I tried to run away, running into the kitchen to go out the backdoor, but he caught me, dragging me by my hair. I managed to grab a knife but he grabbed my wrist, causing me to cut myself as he forced the knife out of my hands” you say gesturing to your leg “he then dragged me by my hair up the stairs and locked me in a closet, there was a small window that I managed to break and crawl out off, I fell onto the roof of the garage before jumping down onto solid ground. I then just ran, straight for the main road which is where I found Colin and he brought me to you guys” you say finishing your story.
Silence falls in the room with the exception of the detectives scribbling in their notebooks. You look over at Andy, with tears in your eyes, Andy just gives you a weak smile, kissing your knuckles softly.
“Thank you, that must not have been easy, we just have a few questions to help fill in some gaps if you don’t mind,” Elliot says “Take your time, but the more detail the better, we want to charge him for as much as possible”
“What charges are we looking at already?” Andy asks.
“Abduction, false imprisonment and assault” Elliot answers with a small nod.
Andy sighs nodding his head in understanding leaning back in his chair, thumb brushing over your knuckles to help calm him down.
“What questions do you have?” You ask getting the conversation back on track.
Elliot gives you a small smile before he begins to ask all the questions he had. He asked you about Ransom and his family. What lies he told whenever you did remember something, like what he said about your parents. They asked for more detail about the date Ransom took you on and the people you met while under his control.
“Can you tell me where in the house the closet was that he locked you in?” Elliot asked.
“It-uh- it was upstairs, third door on the left,” you say your voice shaky.
“Okay, we’ll pass those detail onto CSI so they can pinpoint where in the house to look,” Elliot tells you before shifting in his seat “I just have one last question,” he says “Did you engage in sexual intercourse with Mr Drysdale?” He asks clearing his throat uncomfortably.
Andy practically froze. His heart hammering in his chest and his stomach turning making him feel physically sick. So sick he glanced to the side spotting a small bin just in case. You’d said that you had lived like an engaged couple with Ransom, but he hadn’t considered the possibility that you might have slept with him. Maybe he was trying to be blissfully ignorant of it, pretending it didn’t happen, that it wasn’t the reason you hesitated when he kissed you.
Glancing over at you he could see your lower lip wobbling as you looked down at your lap. The look of devastation and shame on your face already gave him your answer, he knew before you nodded and whispered a broken yes.
“Okay, we’ll let you rest now, you’re statement and the evidence we’ll collect tonight will be enough to charge him, but we will need more to get a guilty conviction so we’ll be in touch as we make progress,” Elliot says quietly as he and Wagner stand up.
Andy gives them a small grateful nod as they go. You had pulled your hand from his to wipe away your tears, while Andy just ran a hand down his face staring at a spot on the floor as he tried to process everything he’d learnt. Part of him thought this might just be some sick twisted nightmare but it wasn’t. This was all real, everything had actually happened to you. Andy didn’t know whether to be angry or sad or both.
Looking over at you, you were already looking over at him tears streaming down your face “Please don’t hate me” you choked out shaking your head.
Andy felt his heart completely breaking, he hated that you could even think that “No” he whispered, his voice breaking “No I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he tells you reaching out to take your hand.
“If I’d known I’d never have gone through with it, let him touch me or- or-” you say stuttering over your words.
“I know, I know honey I know” Andy sighs lifting your hand to his lips “It's okay, we’ll get through this, we’ll make him pay” he promises.
“So we’re good?” you ask uncertainty clear in your voice.
“Yeah we’re good, we’ll always be good” Andy promises, standing up so he could lean over and kiss you “You’re home now”
You wrap your arms around him tightly, burying your head into his chest “I’m home” you repeat “I’m home”
Andy held onto you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. He held back his own tears as he heard and felt yours. He didn’t let go until he heard your sobs subside, even then he only pulled back enough to see your exhausted face.
“Get some rest honey, you need it,” he says softly.
“Will you stay?” You ask looking up at him.
“I’m not going anywhere, I promise” Andy whispers kissing the top of your head “Now c’mon lie down”
You nod your head shuffling over so Andy could perch on the side of the bed. You snuggled into his side, something that made him smile softly since he missed this so much. It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep, holding onto his arm that he wrapped around you. Andy remained completely still and silent as you slept, only moving to kiss the top of your head.
About half an hour later Andy heard movement outside the room. Looking up he saw your mom and dad slowly opening the door. Your mom’s shaking hand moved to cup her mouth as she laid eyes on you, both your parents had tears of joy in their eyes.
Andy held up a finger to his lips, telling them to be quiet. While he knew you’d want to see your parents, especially after what Ransom had told you, he knew you needed the sleep more. Your parents nodded their heads in understanding, quietly slipping into the room.
‘Is she okay?’ Your mom mouthed to him.
Andy nods his head in answer, glancing down at you still deeply asleep. He looked back up at your parents and knew they’d be desperate to know what happened, so he nodded to the door mouthing ‘I’ll explain outside’
Your parents nodded their heads with grateful looks on their faces, quietly moving back out of the room. Once the door was shut he carefully slipped out from the bed, making sure not to wake you. He paused by the side of the bed to make sure you were still fast asleep before slipping out of the room.
As soon as he was outside your parents enveloped him in a tight hug he didn’t realise he needed.
“I’ll be quick because I don’t want her to wake up and I’m not there” he starts sniffling back his tears “but uh she got into a car accident and woke up with no memories, didn’t know who she was, this man Ransom Drysdale convinced her that he was her fiancé, why I don’t know, but she’s been living in this sick fantasy of his the past four months, she got all her memories back when she saw the press conference we did yesterday and he attacked her when she tried to escape” Andy explains breathing out a deep and shaky breath when he was done.
“Fucking hell” your dad mutters shaking his head “Have they caught this Drysdale guy?”
“Yes and they’re questioning and will be charging him tonight” Andy confirms nodding his head.
“Good he better stay locked up because I swear to god if I ever see him” your mom growls, fists clenched.
Andy couldn’t stop the small smile that pulled at his lips “I’ll be right behind you” he says “We should probably head back in there before she wakes up”
Your parents nod their heads in agreement, following him silently back into the room. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw you were still fast asleep, sitting down next to you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.
You remained asleep for another couple of hours before slowly stirring. Your eyes met Andy’s first, a tired smile on your face before you looked over and saw your parents.
“Mom, Dad” you whimper in disbelief.
“Hey sweetpea, it's okay we’re here, you’re okay” your dad comforts you.
“I’m so happy to see you, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” you cry, clinging to your mom’s hand.
“It's okay you have nothing to apologise for, we’re just happy you’re home” your mom reassures you, kissing your forehead.
“I missed you so much” you mutter shaking your head.
“We missed you too sweetpea, so so much” your dad says softly.
The hospital let Andy and your parents stay longer than the usual visiting hours but eventually, he had to leave. He promised you that he be back as soon as visiting hours started the next day as he left.
The police had put your parents up at a local hotel which Andy was grateful for. They asked him if he’d rather they stayed with him but Andy politely declined. He had a lot to process and he wanted to do that alone.
The first place Andy went when he got home was upstairs to the bedroom. He tossed his suit jacket on the bed as he walked into the closet a clear goal in mind. Moving into the furthest corner of the closet he opened his sock drawer, pushing everything aside before he found what he was looking for.
He let out a small but shaky sigh when he saw the small navy velvet box. His hand was shaking when he reached out to grab it, he hadn’t touched or looked at this box in the past 4 months, it had been far too painful. He wasn’t sure if now was any easier, the irony painfully clear to him.
His hand shook as he reached out to grab the box, opening it to reveal the engagement ring it held. One that he’d spent months trying to find, to make sure it was perfect, that it was perfectly you. The weekend you disappeared was the one he was going to propose.
He’d had everything perfectly planned, he was going to drive up to Vermont to meet you and your parents. He’d take you out on your favourite hiking trail, the one you’d taken him on when he first met your parents. He’d wait until you reached your favourite spot, a large pine tree that had stood for centuries before he’d get down on one knee and promise to love you for centuries.
But he never got the chance. The evening you left he’d gotten a call from your mom asking if he knew where you were. Instead of getting ready for what should have been the happiest day of his life so far, he was consumed by worry as you were reported missing.
He closed the box with a loud snap, shoving it back deep into the drawer before slamming it shut. His body was shaking was restless energy as he made his way back downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen Andy poured himself a large glass of scotch before grabbing his laptop. He knew it was a bad idea but he needed to know every he could about Ransom Drysdale, he wanted to find anything he could that could help send him down for life.
Just typing the name into Google Andy found a wealth of articles on Drysdale and his family. He found tabloid articles about Ransom and party and drug-filled college days. He found news pieces about his parents and his grandfather’s publishing house.
It was clear to Andy that the Thrombey Drysdale family was one that didn’t care about anyone besides themselves. That if they threw enough money at a problem that it would just go away.
Andy was not going to be a problem that would go away. He would do anything he could to tear this family down and make them pay for what they did to you, what they let Ransom do to you.
Near the bottom of the second search page, Andy found a news article that caught his eye. It was an article from just over a year ago, one about Harlan Thombey's new apprentice.
The more Andy read the more his blood began to boil. The article was a clear attempt at building a good reputation for Ransom as he began working with his grandfather, the both of them working on a book together. If Andy had to guess he’d say that Ransom probably slept with the reporter too. There was no shortage of compliments, the article calling him Boston’s most eligible bachelor.
Andy took a large swig of his drink glancing to the side where he saw a picture of you and him on the wall. You were taking a photo of the two of you while on a hike with your parents, your smile wide as Andy kissed your cheek. He let out a long sigh remembering that day, you’d been so happy, he could still hear your laughter.
Looking back at his laptop his eyes landed on all the complimentary words the reporter had used to describe Ransom. He couldn’t look at it any longer, slamming his laptop shut he began pacing back and forth, tumbler in hand.
He was a mess and he knew it. He knew he should just go to bed, it had been a long and emotional day, and he wasn’t going to be in a good state of mind. But he couldn’t stop himself from his pacing. His mind ran at a similar rate.
He began to run through everything he had learnt today, still trying to make sense of it all. Trying to understand how and why Ransom did what he did, why he had picked you. Sipping at his scotch as he paced he began to focus on the details, trying to use his skills as ADA to piece together the story, what they could use in the case against Drysdale.
But his brain refused to focus on the details he needed, instead they focused on the details that he wished he could forget. The ones about how Ransom treated you, looked after you, fought in your corner, loved you. Andy tried to tell himself it was all part of the rouse, that it meant nothing. But to you, with no memories, it had been real.
What if Ransom treated you better than Andy did? What if Ransom could provide for you in a way Andy never could? Andy could spend weeks head deep In a case, you told him that it didn’t bother you, but what if it did? What if having someone like Ransom who would be home at the same time every day was better for you? What if Ransom was a better lover?
Anger got the better of Andy. He growled in rage throwing his tumbler of scotch at the wall, narrowly missing the photo of you and him. The glass instantly shattered with a loud crash, scotch dripping down the wall to the floor. Andy’s chest heaving with rage, as he stared at the mess he made, his gaze flickering to the photo.
No.
Andy couldn’t think like this. He knew the answer to all those questions. Ransom was a sick individual who hurt and trick you, there was no way you would ever pick him over Andy. Yes Andy had his flaws but the loved you shared was true, built on truths not lies.
All his anger left his body as he slumped down, his knees completely giving out as he sunk to the floor. He held his head in his hands as sobs racked his body. Months of pain finally broke free in one failed sweep. He had you back, but nothing was ever going to be the same. He could only pray that you’d get through this together because Andy knew he couldn’t survive without you.
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Old Friend - Part 2
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Type: Series
Pairing/s: Jinx x Female!OC
Summary: When Jinx runs into a ghost from her past, despite the chaotic events already at play in her life she gets drawn in.
Warnings: Will feature mature content: Gore, violence, sexual themes, etc.
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"Powder? Powder! Little Man told me-" Arika burst through the door as the bag fell from Powder's hands, sending small blue crystals bouncing across the floorboards. They skittered and sparked flecks of blue into the air.
"I can help them." The small blue-haired girl looked up at her friend as she stepped through the doorway.
"Pow Pow, what's going on? Little man told me someone took Vander. Where is everyone?" Arika rushed over to pull Powder into a hug. It was obvious the girl had been crying, her eyes red and raw, the residue of snot still trailing from her nose.
"They left me." She sniffled into Arika's shoulder, clutching the girl tightly to her. "But I can help them. Violet told me to stay here, but I can help. I know I can."
"Okay." Arika nodded, pulling away. "Tell me what to do. Let's help them."
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"I'll wait for you all in the sewers once the bombs go off." Arika pulled Powder in for another hug. "We're going to help them."
Powder nodded, her body trembling lightly before she stepped away.
"And you'll be there to fix our cuts and bruises?"
"Like always." Arika promised before turning and running off to the closest sewer hatch. There, in a tunnel directly under the abandoned cannery she waited., watching the muck of the Lanes pass by until the first bang went off.
It was powerful, shaking the foundations of the building above and resonating through the tunnel. Arika smiled, Powder's bombs had worked. Then there was another, and another so loud Arika doubled over covering her ears and somewhere above her the ceiling began to cave in. Orange and blue light fighting for dominance as she looked up through the hole, unaware that there was one more bomb yet to go off. In the moment of silence, she heard the sound of cymbals coming from behind her. It was another of the bombs she had helped to make not half an hour before. It had frozen before its final clap, and Arika couldn't move. Rooted to the spot in fear. Fear that if she disturbed the air even in the slightest, it would set off the monkey. So she waited, mere seconds felt like minutes as she tried to pull herself away, to run.
The monkey seemed to grin a little wider before it finally blew, the blue crystal crushed between its prongs. Arika saw the air dusted blue and she was thrown backwards, felt it sizzle and pop against her skin and tingle down her spine. The air shifted again and she was caught mid-flight, suspended as the blue seemed to coagulate and swirl around her before pouring through her body. A high-pitched scream crackled from her mouth, like a kettle boiling and she felt her body ripped apart. The blue sparks sliced their way back out of her and fizzled out in the air.
She lay there in a puddle of blood, gurgling and twitching, tears pouring uncontrollably from her eyes. She was dying, she could feel it. With every drop of blood, her life was being pulled from her. She stared up through the hole in the ceiling, watching the lights flicker, flames licking the walls sending almost unbearable heat into the stinking sewer.
Powder was up there. Violet, Vander, Clagger and Milo. They were all up there, depending on her to be there for them. To help them. Yet here she was, bleeding out beneath their feet. Were they even still alive? They had to be, and they would need Arika's help when they made it out. Who else would sit and stitch them up? Force them to rest? Strap up their injured muscles? Sanitise their wounds?
The pool of blood changed its flow. It was hard to notice at first, the blood looked like it was stagnating more than flowing back. Slowly, Arika's vision brightened, and she could feel her hands again. Feel breath pulling into her lungs, her heart speeding up. She could feel the pain, but that hardly seemed to matter in comparison. She rolled her head to the side and watched as the blood was pulled back into her body, her wounds stitching themselves into neat silver-white lines.
She was stuck there for hours - still unable to move but regaining feeling and strength - until she was able to drag herself up from the floor and stare up at the slowly dying flames. Using the rubble she made her way up, the destruction was immense. Bodies had been burnt to a crisp, unrecognisable, and Arika counted too many. She ran around the compound over and over again, but no one was there.
No one had met her in the sewers either. It had been too long. They were all gone. She ran back to the Lanes. No one was there. They were all gone.
Arika ran back to her home and packed a bag. There was nothing here for her now. She grabbed the tin can from under her bed, all the money she had collected from her shifts at the good doctors. She didn't know how far it would take her, but she couldn't be here anymore. Not without them.
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Never Alone Again
Pairing: Vampire!Din x f!reader
Rating: E, 18+
Word Count: ~8.8k
Summary: On your way home from town, you get lost in a dreadful storm and wind up finding an old, decaying mansion to shelter in. Just when you thought it was empty, a mysterious man shows you a brand of hospitality that should have you running for the hills.
So why aren't you?
Content warnings: Explicit, 18+, SMUT SMUT SMUT, it's absolutely filthy, I have no excuses, neck biting, a bit of bloodsucking, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, dom!Din, blink-and-you'll-miss-it hand on throat, praise kink, unprotected p in v (PLEASE WEAR YOUR CONDOMS/DENTAL DAMS MY LOVES), smut with plot, more plot and feelings than I originally planned for lol
Notes: Happy Spooky Season, my loves! Consider this my contribution to kinktober! I've been working on it for a long time now and it's extremely self-indulgent lmao, but I hope you enjoy regardless! I did put this through lots of editing but not as intensive as I usually do, so please bear that in mind!
Also, let's take a minute to thank this tiktok and the Phantom of the Opera theme for existing and helping inspire this piece! And then let's thank the wine commercial for coming out when I was halfway through writing it and stealing my visuals directly out of my brain and putting them in front of me and adding so much fuel to this flame shlgkdshg
If you're interested in the plot but not the smut, I suggest you read up to the third scene break, then skip ahead to the very last one. There are hints of spice throughout, but nothing explicit in those areas.
Enjoy, and let me know what you think! So much love to you all! ❤️🎃
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The rain poured down. Heavy. Dark. Thick.
Each drop soaked through your thin layers of clothing, all the way down to your bones.
The forest was pitch black, the tall trees blocking out the cloudy sky. Your heart slammed in your chest as you scurried about, trying to find some semblance of shelter before something made you its midnight snack.
You shrieked as thunder clapped in the sky above. You forced your sore legs forward as fast as they’d take you.
A stroke of lightning followed the thunder, briefly illuminating the silhouette of a structure beyond the mess of trees. A sense of hope filled your heart as you made your way towards it.
In any other situation, you’d avoid a place as gloomy and mysterious as this like the plague; that’s how people go missing or die, you thought. But now you had no choice.
The building was huge. A gothic-style mansion that towered into the sky above, its accents so dark that they made the clouds look light in contrast. Dread pooled in your gut; you took a step back.
If you stay out here, you’ll die. Either from the cold or by the jaws of a hungry creature.
But if you go in there, there’s no telling what might become of you. You wrapped your arms around your soaking figure, sniffling against the freezing air.
Well, you might as well go out with a bang.
With a shake of your head, you ascended the small flight of stairs that led to the grand entrance. Two knockers, silver shapes of some type of animal skull, adorned each door. Your hand flinched against the cold material as you gripped it and knocked.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
You waited with bated breath for something, anything, to happen. One moment after another passed, the only sound being the rain pelting the earth behind you, or ricocheting off the ancient gutters attached to the roof above.
“Hello?” you called.
The door jiggled. You flinched.
The golden handle wiggled about before the door opened, hinges creaking in slow protest. A wave of warmth encompassed you from within, making you sigh. You waited to greet whoever had opened the door as it finally opened up all the way.
But no one was behind it.
You gulped and poked your head through the doorway.
“Is anyone here?”
Your voice echoed through the large entryway on the other side, the sound carrying itself deeper within.
“I’m so sorry to intrude, I just needed to find shelter from this storm.”
You took a few hesitant steps into the mansion. The door shut with a gentle ‘clink’ behind you. You looked around; the entry was large, with marbled floors that sent small tapping sounds through the air with each of your steps. High ceilings dwarfed you in their vast expanse. Candlesticks lined the walls, each one casting a dancing yellow light onto the surfaces around them. On a small dresser near the door was a lanturn; you grabbed it and used a candlestick to light it before making your way down the entry hall.
Portraits and busts lined the walls in the likeness of faces unknown to you, their visages seemingly following each of your movements. Some held swords. Some sat in grand thrones, or led an army into battle. All wore armor, most of them covered entirely.
At the end of the short hall was another large room; this one had a spiral staircase in the back, a large fireplace against the corner, with a pair of chairs sitting before it, and two different doorways on either side.
You flinched at a sudden sharp sound, like a match being struck. Before you knew it the fireplace was burning with life. You crept closer to it.
“... Hello?”
Your voice was dripping with fear. You tried to breathe as your heart raced, every instinct telling you not to get any closer.
But you pressed on anyway.
You stood before the fireplace, behind the chairs. Warmth seeped into your wet clothes and onto your clammy skin. You rubbed it in with your palms and sighed. You looked at the flames; bright orange, desecrating the logs that kindled it. The mantle was forged with beautiful black bricks, each one with silver accents connecting them. Your eyes traveled upward. The sight took your breath away.
A large portrait of a knight stared down at you. His helmet was unlike any you’d ever seen before: round, adorned with a large, black visor across the eyes, and a stripe down the middle that created a ‘T.’ A silver suit of armor covered him from head to toe. A cape flowed behind his silhouette. He held a thin silver spear in one fist. His pose betrayed a sense of dominance, of looming doom, as if you were the next person he’d hunt down and destroy. It sent a shiver down your spine.
“Are you lost?”
You almost screamed at the sudden voice. With a jolt you turned around to find its source.
A man stood in the middle of the staircase. Dressed in a long black coat, dark hair and rough stubble covered his head and jaw. A strong nose with a sharp point, and thin pink lips adorned his face. Eyes so deep and brown that you feared you’d drown in them if you stared too long.
He was gorgeous.
But you were puzzled by how pale he was. Almost translucent, as if he were walking the barrier between the living and the dead. You gulped down the sudden lump in your throat.
He looked you up and down with those eyes, swallowing your features before descending the stairs, his shoes clicking against the marble beneath them.
“You’re cold. Please, warm yourself.”
Rich, dark, almost sultry. His voice was raspy, yet smooth against your eardrum. It was addicting.
He sauntered over to you. You were frozen in place, your mind blank, as if his stare had you in a trance. He stopped just in front of you. His musk filled your nose with notes of leather, fire, and something else you couldn’t quite identify. With a smirk he took the lanturn from your quivering fingers and placed his other hand on the small of your back to turn you towards the chairs. Your skin burned under his eerily warm touch.
“Let’s sit.”
You eased down into one of the large, padded chairs. You sighed as your back muscles relaxed against the soft upholstery. The mysterious man sat in the other chair, arms stiffly placed on either armrest.
His gaze burned into your every nerve. It felt strangely nice, the way he seemed to dissect you with just a glance. Heat filled your cheeks as your eyes darted about. You couldn’t bear to look at him.
“Now, tell me… why were you running around in a storm like this?”
Your toes tingled as blood flowed through them once more. Your fingers played with the fringe on the armrest as you contemplated your explanation. Should you tell him the truth? He is a stranger. In a creepy mansion in the middle of the woods.
But he was housing you, warming you, and his enigmatic nature was leaving you beautifully bewildered. You shrugged and dared to return his gaze.
“I went into town this morning, but I stayed too long and it got late.” you started, “I don’t know the way as well in the dark, which is why I normally try to leave early, but-” you shrugged again.
“I guess I lost track of time. Then it started raining and I got even more lost.”
Memories of running through the forest played through your mind as you spoke. You shivered.
“Poor girl…”
The man slowly shook his head. The way he enunciated those words sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. He reached over and placed his large hand on top of yours. Tingles erupted under your skin while your heart sped up.
“I insist you have some dinner.”
“Oh, I’m fine-”
“You must be… starving.”
His tone silenced you. The way he stared through his eyelashes, peering into the deepest depths of your soul, had you feeling as though you had no choice but to accept his invitation.
“Please, allow me to offer you some dry clothing. Then you may enjoy your meal in peace.”
“I really don’t want to impose, sir,” you insisted, “you’ve done quite enough already.”
He gently picked up your hand.
“It would be my pleasure to provide, my lady. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”
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You weren’t sure what it was about this man, but he was able to talk you into accepting his offers with a surprising sense of ease. He showed you to a powder room adjacent to the seating area before leaving you to prepare dinner.
The room was large; marbled floors and walls surrounded you. An elegant vanity stood at the back wall while a wardrobe sat against the side corner. You freshened up at the sink and then stepped in front of the wardrobe.
It was wooden, stained blacker than the night sky, with silver accents and handles. You pulled them open to reveal a single dress waiting for you on a hanger.
It was gorgeous -- a deep maroon with a sheer black fabric on top, giving it a luminescent glow. The skirt flowed freely with a small flare. You peeked underneath the skirt to reveal a few layers that gave it some volume. You ran your hand down the silky fabric, enjoying its sensation against your skin.
As weird as it seemed to accept a dress of this quality from a complete stranger, he was right about your current attire. You were still soaked to the bone and shivering with each movement. You’d surely get sick if you kept these clothes on any longer.
You slipped out of them and into the dress; it clung to every curve of your body in the most flattering of ways, as if it were made specifically for you. The bodice was fitted and pushed your breasts upward without the constriction of a corset. Loose fabric draped off your shoulders, accenting them and outlining the neckline.
A pair of matching shoes accompanied the dress; colored in the same deep red, with black stones on top. They provided a pleasing look without bringing any discomfort to your feet. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you touched up your hair, loving what you saw. How long had it been since you felt this pretty? You twirled around to watch the skirt flare up and down.
You could wear this outfit forever.
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The two of you sat at a large oak table, him at the head while you took a seat at his side. The dining room stretched out around you, featuring another fireplace behind the table and a large, elegant chandelier glistening above your heads.
Despite the mansion seeming as though no one had been living there for centuries — with its cobweb-covered corners and old-fashioned furnishings — the mysterious man prepared a decadent meal with strangely fresh-tasting ingredients. You sampled a bit of each dish per his request, and each one left your taste buds brimming with delight.
You only took little notice of the fact that the man spent the meal merely pecking at his food.
“Thank you for this,” you said with a smile. “Everything was so delicious.”
“I’m glad. I couldn’t stand the thought of you carrying on without a meal.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
He stared into your eyes — dark and sultry. Something about them seemed… primal. Starved. Ironic, considering you’d just had dinner. He did not look away from you as he took a sip of dark red wine from a crystal goblet, his large hands encompassing the glass with practiced grace.
“Your home is beautiful, by the way,” you commented as your eyes trailed about, taking in the high ceilings from which the chandelier hung.
Intricate carvings of various botanicals adorned the accents of the walls, their paint dulled and stained. Yellow light from the chandelier’s candles moved about, casting highlights and shadows on each and every crevice.
“Thank you. It has been in my family for generations.”
“Are your family members the ones in the portraits I saw near the entrance?”
“That’s correct.” He took another sip.
“You must have so many stories, if they’re all depicted so... “ you searched for the right word, “... regally.”
He released a deep chuckle. It reverberated through the room, and through each of your bones. Goosebumps erupted all over your arms.
“I suppose.”
His eyes returned to you, looking you up and down as he swished his wine around in the goblet.
“You have very… fascinating eyes,” he said, his tone dark.
You gulped. Why did that make your skin tingle? Your eyes darted down to his lips; you cleared your throat and looked back up.
“Thank you.”
He sat forward in his chair, elbow leaning on the table.
“It seems as though they, too, have seen many things.”
Your mind went blank as his eyes continued to consume you. The air surrounding you was thick, warm, almost suffocating in its sensuality. Your heart began to race.
“I wouldn’t say so,” you said, eyes unmoving from his, “My life is rather simple; I haven’t seen anything exciting.”
He hummed. It sent a shock of pleasure straight to your core. He grinned.
“Then perhaps you’ll let me show you around. Then you can see some new… interesting things.”
You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the thunderstorm erupting in your chest. You gulped as your throat dried out, any words you could’ve said being lost to the sensation. You nodded.
The man stood from the table and approached you. He looked down at you with that same hungry expression for a moment before offering his hand to you with a small grin. You took it and he stood you up.
In the tiny space between him and your chair you were pressed against his chest, his face just a lip’s distance away from yours. Your free hand rested over his heart. His muscles were solid, but felt strangely vacant beneath your touch.
Electricity surged through every nerve in your body, your gaze darting between those hypnotic eyes and inviting lips. He followed every motion, leaning in closer to you. You took in a breath, your eyes fluttering shut.
Within that same second he pulled back and offered you his arm. You stared up at him for a moment, dazed at what you were just contemplating.
Did you really think he was about to kiss you? And you wanted him to? You’ve only just met the man.
You wrapped your arm around his while your free hand flew to your chest, which heaved as you tried to catch your breath once more.
He led you back into the sitting room and up the spiral staircase. Each step clunked under your shoes and echoed all around the vast space.
The second floor opened up to a loft and a hallway; the man led you down and showed you a variety of paintings adorning the walls. A man of few words, he gave brief descriptions of each one before moving onto the next one. Beyond the railing on the other side was a full view of the foyer below, another large chandelier casting pockets of yellow light onto the surrounding surfaces. It was truly a gorgeous mansion, despite its decaying interior.
“And in here is the library.”
You gasped. As the man guided you through a large doorway, you took in the most vast array of books you had ever seen. Several shelves scattered about, some of them lining the walls up to the ceiling, all completely covered in books. He walked you in deeper to reveal a gorgeous seating area in the middle of the room; four elegant chairs surrounded a table, which had a stack of books on it as well. You released the man’s arm and reached for the top book.
It was written in a language you’d never seen before. Your brow furrowed as you flipped through the pages, taking in its aged aroma.
“What language is this?” you asked, turning back to him.
“One that no human has spoken in centuries.”
He walked up to stand behind you, a hand reaching over to flip the pages. His chest pressed against your back; you resisted the urge to lean into it, instead focusing on keeping your hands from trembling. When he reached a page in the middle of the book, his finger traced over one of the lines.
“Once in, in a trance.
Never a second glance
To the world known before.
A farewell leaving you wanting more.
Whether or not it can be taken,
Is unsure.”
You sighed as he recited the poem, that crisp, deep rumble of his voice reverberating against your back. You never wanted him to stop talking.
“That’s lovely,” you said, “if not a bit cryptic.”
“Yes...“
He turned to look at you, eyes bearing into yours once more. His other hand slowly rested on your shoulder.
A clap of thunder made you jolt and break the moment. He rubbed your arm in slow, soothing movements.
“Shh, you’re safe here,” he whispered into your ear. You took a deep breath and returned your gaze to him.
“You know, it’s getting late,” he started, eyes wandering over your figure once more, “it isn’t safe for you to go back out there. You really must stay the night.”
“Oh, I couldn’t impose,” you said, though even you could tell there was not an ounce of sincerity behind your words. He leaned in closer to you, his hand pulling your body closer to him.
“My dear, I insist.”
You struggled to catch a breath under his fiery stare. He was close enough for his warm breath to brush against your face, making it flush. You gulped, desperately trying to form a response. In the end you gave him a nod, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips once more.
“... Thank you.”
~~~~
He led you into another room, this one resembling a large office. Used candles sat atop a desk next to several pieces of parchment. A bookshelf stacked with books sat against the wall.
“This is my study,” the man said. You glanced about, taking in the art on the walls and the overall ambience of the room, dimly lit by more candlesticks.
Your hand grazed the back of the elegant desk chair, eyes scanning the parchment before you. Each word was scribbled with dark ink that was hard to read, but a name stood out at the bottom of each one:
“Sir Din Djarin…” you read aloud before turning back to the man.
“Is that your name?”
He nodded with a grin.
“Forgive me for not asking for yours sooner,” he said as he walked up to you with an extended hand.
“May I have it?”
You nodded and gave him your name, along with your hand. He did not break eye contact with you as he brought your hand to his lips. The kiss was so light and chaste, yet it sent a roaring fire through your veins.
He smiled against your skin and placed another kiss on your wrist. You bit your lip to suppress a sigh. He kept moving upward, placing more kisses along your arm before stopping once he reached your bare shoulder. He caged you between his body and the back of the chair as he rested his hands on your arms. Your chest heaved as heat caressed your every nerve.
What was this, you asked yourself. This man — this complete stranger — invites you into his decaying home, feeds you, says cryptic things into your ear, all while exhibiting a strange sense of foreboding and doom. He screamed danger in every sense, and yet here you were, wrapped up in his presence, staring into his hauntingly beautiful eyes, wanting more. Your core pulsed with need, as if you’d die if you didn’t have him right then. You gripped his lapel; he released a raspy chuckle.
“Someone looks a bit… needy...“ he whispered into the space between you, a hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. His gaze grew dark, irises darkening before your eyes. You gulped and tried to focus anywhere other than those lips, all coherence disappearing from your brain.
“I- I don’t understand,” you breathed, “you seem so strange, so… other-wordly.”
You leaned in just a touch.
“Why aren’t I afraid of you, like I should be?”
He smirked and snaked his hand around your neck, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your face upward.
“Because your needs are stronger than your instincts, my dear.”
He pulled you closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist. He brought his lips to your ear.
“Why don’t you let me… help you... “
He placed small kisses down the length of your neck, making you shiver. He stopped at the base, where your skin grew more tender.
“Would you like that?” he whispered, “would you like to have your every whim cared for, my dear?”
You whimpered as goosebumps erupted all over your body, your core growing warmer and clenching around air.
“I can give you the world and more… anything you may desire…”
He moved closer to that spot on your neck, soft lips lightly brushing it. You craned your head back to give him better access, trying to suppress a mewl.
“Go on, my dear girl... “ he whispered again, his tone becoming dark and urgent, almost like a growl. “Tell me, is this what you want?”
His grip on you tightened. You took in a sharp breath and squeezed the fabric of his lapel between your fingers.
You thought about your life. You had the same routine almost every day: wake up, do the chores, mind the house, sometimes go into town for supplies. You lived alone and took care of yourself, only speaking with others in shops. It was lonely, and sad. You’d always wished for more: adventure, experiences, excitement…
… A companion.
Your breaths came in pants as his big hand traveled up and down your waist, fingers teasing your skin through the thin fabric of your dress.
“Yes,” you breathed, “I want it.”
“What. Do you want?”
“I want it all,” you said, turning your head towards his ear while one of your hands snaked up to his shoulder to pull him closer to you. “I want to see more of the world, do new things, learn new languages…”
You trailed off as he pressed his lips into your skin. Your body was aching, leaning into him as if you were a metal gravitating to a magnet. He let you; your stomach made contact with something hard, making you grin. You moved your free hand down to his crotch and gently felt around his length. He hummed and gently squeezed your neck in response.
“I want you,” you whispered into his ear.
In that moment his demeanor completely changed. Whatever gate that had been holding him back was now open, and he released a dark chuckle against your skin.
“Good girl.”
He bit down on your neck. Hard. You yelped at the pain, squeezing his shoulder and scrunching your eyes together. He did not relent. He bit and sucked at your delicate skin; you were helpless under his touch. A moment later, a sharp poke dug deep into that spot.
You gasped — were those fangs?
He tightened his grip on you as he continued to suck. The pain ebbed into numbness, your body feeling lighter with each second that passed. A cold tingle trickled through your veins as your head began to fog. You clung to him to keep yourself upright.
A moment later, he retracted his mouth with a satisfied sigh, his warm tongue licking over the wound and sealing it up.
“Just as I imagined. Sweet, delicate…” he moved up to your ear, “... absolutely perfect.”
He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes once more. You gasped upon noticing his brown irises turning to a blood red, his grin revealing two sharp fangs. His tongue darted out to lick small remnants of your blood from his face.
“You’re-” you breathed, mind fuzzy and incapable of forming coherent thought. “You’re a… vampire?”
It sounded so silly to say out loud. All your life you were convinced that vampires were nothing more than legend, a fantastical tale told to frighten children. Yet here you were, having just been feasted on by one who had salaciously slithered his way into your mind, releasing you from all semblance of logic. You should be horrified. You should be running away screaming. You should be angry.
And yet, you were grinning like a fool. He smirked.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I just,” you shook your head. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I haven’t been this excited about anything in my life.”
He chuckled and pulled you close to him.
“My dear, this is only the beginning. Just you wait…” his gaze traveled down to your lips. “I’m going to show you wonders beyond your comprehension. Give you lifetimes of the adventure you so desperately crave.”
He leaned in until he was a breath away from your face, his husky voice caressing your entire body in its satisfying purr.
“Bring you pleasures you could never imagine.”
His lips engulfed yours. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck. He cradled the back of your neck and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between your lips. Your fingers raked through his brown curls, making him grunt in your mouth.
His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, his hand mimicking its motions along your back and side. His hips pressed against you and pinned you to the chair behind you, his erection rubbing between your bodies. Your hand flew down to it, caressing its length through his clothes. He growled into your mouth and pulled away.
“You first.”
Without warning he pushed the chair aside and hoisted you up onto his desk, spreading your legs with his hands. He settled between them and kissed you again, his touch gliding up each of your thighs. You shivered, making him smile against your lips.
“Do I make you nervous, my dear?”
“A little,” you breathed, staring into his intimidating, hungry red eyes. It was true, he did make you nervous. Your muscles were tight, breath coming in pants, adrenaline running through your veins.
Against every warning your gut tried to voice, you wanted more.
You pulled his coat off his shoulders and ran your hands over the silky material of his dress shirt.
“But I like it.”
He hummed and sent vibrations through your skin, a hand coming up to caress your jaw.
“That’s my girl.”
His kisses grew more heated. You were growing wetter with each one, slick collecting shamelessly between your legs. You scooted forward until you were flush against him, desperate to create some friction. He bent over you, pressing your body down onto the wood beneath you. You moaned when his cock rubbed against your aching clit. He pulled up and placed a firm hand on your chest, just beneath your neck.
His other hand lifted the skirt of your dress and caressed your bare skin, slowly moving upward until he was gripping your hip. You whimpered at his pace, staring up at him with a pout.
“More,” you breathed, “Please.”
“Ah, I’m going to take my time with you, sweetie,” he leaned forward and applied more pressure to your chest. “I’m going to savor every inch of you.”
He cupped your throbbing pussy with his free hand.
“And you, are going to take it.”
In seconds he was on his knees, pulling your shoes and underwear off and tossing them aside. You sat up on your elbows and watched him pull your lips apart with his fingers, their touch sending more of your slick pouring out of you.
“So wet for me,” he looked up at you with a satisfied grin. “So beautiful.”
His gaze never left yours as he leaned in and licked a line through your folds.
“Fuck,” you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head. “Just like that.”
He dove in, teasing your entrance with his tongue before running circles around your clit. His stubble scratched at your soft skin as he lapped you up. You smiled through your moans.
Your hand flew to the back of his head and pushed him in deeper. He hummed against you and stuck his tongue inside you, red eyes bearing into yours. You threw your head back.
“Yes, Din,” you breathed, “feels so good-”
He cut you off by growling on you and picked up the pace, eliciting a yelp from your throat. His hands squeezed your inner thighs while his head moved side to side, taking in as much of you as he could. You released a string of moans and curses, egging him on by grinding on his tongue and lightly pulling at his hair.
Stars appeared behind your eyes. Your body felt as though it was floating on air, like his tongue had transported you to another realm of existence. The feeling was intoxicating; you couldn’t get enough.
“Cum in my mouth,” he commanded against your burning skin. “I want every last drop. Understand?”
You whimpered a ‘yes’ in response, your senses far too occupied by the overwhelming sensations of his pleasure to form a coherent sentence.
He continued to devour you like there was no tomorrow, as if he’d perish without you. His eyes never left your face; their intensity was enticing and scary all at once. You never wanted to look away.
Pleasure began to coil in your gut, and your jaw went slack.
“Din, it’s coming.”
“It better be,” he said, “come on, baby, give it to me.”
He shoved his face back in and moaned on you. With one last suck on your clit, your orgasm tore through you. You yelled a ‘fuck’ as heat took over your entire body. Limbs flailing outside your control, wails of ecstasy being dragged from your throat, head thrown back as the air vacated your lungs all at once.
“Oh my god,” you groaned.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice muffled by your skin where he stayed, lapping up your release. “Such a good girl.”
You clenched around his tongue. He hummed and got to his feet, leaning over you once more. His face shimmered with the remnants of your pleasure. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips before diving into your mouth with his tongue. You moaned against him and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.
You shivered when he ran his fingers through your sensitive folds. He grinned against your lips.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
He brought his fingers up to your lips, looking down at you with a stern gaze.
“Get them nice and wet, baby.”
You nodded and wrapped your lips around them. They were so thick and long, they slithered perfectly into your mouth, as if they were meant to be there. His head dove down to your neck, placing a nonsensical pattern of kisses and bites all over your skin while he pumped his fingers deeper. You moaned around them as his fangs grazed your collarbone.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled into your ear. He pulled away and stared as you took his fingers deeper, their tips dipping down into your throat. His lips were parted, jaw slack, eyes dancing with delight.
Gorgeous.
Your hands moved from his neck down to his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt before spreading your palms over his broad chest. His skin was hot to the touch in a way that was almost painful.
He withdrew his fingers from your mouth; you let them go with a ‘pop’ that had him grinning. He brought them down to your entrance and teased one in. You gasped at the way it stretched you open.
“Good girl, just like that.”
He pushed it in farther, snaking his way up to your g-spot and stroking it. You propped your head up and stared at him as tingles erupted through your veins.
“Yes,” you breathed.
“Yeah, does that feel good, sweetheart?”
You nodded. His raspy words did little to ease your raging need for him; you thrusted onto his finger.
“I need more,” you said.
“Oh, I know,” he said with a grin. “You’re going to have to beg for it.”
He applied more pressure. You squeezed your eyes shut, battling with your throat to get the words out.
“Well?” he urged, tone darker. “Tell me how much you need it.”
“I need it,” you spat, “fuck, please, Din-”
A moan ripped through your throat as he began thrusting his finger in and out of you, stopping to press your g-spot each time.
“Keep. Going.”
“Please,” you managed, “Please give me more, Din.”
“Good girl.”
He pressed his second finger into your entrance and began thrusting them both. You reveled in the stretch, a sigh escaping your smiling lips.
“Feeling good, baby?” he asked. His husky voice tickled all your senses, making your toes curl.
“Yes, Din,” you breathed, “please don’t stop.”
He sped up. You moaned out loud and reached up to cling to his collar.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
You whimpered and buried your face into his neck. His free arm came around and pulled you in closer to him, the new angle causing his fingers to hit something devastating in the depths of your pussy. You pulled back from him enough to stare wide-eyed, mouth in an ‘o’ as you struggled for breath.
“Right there?” he asked with a grin.
“Right there,” you whimpered.
He growled and continued to wreck you with his fingers, his forehead coming down to lean against yours.
“You take them so well, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see how you take my cock.”
“Oh god,” you groaned. Imagining it was enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head. “I want it.”
“I know, baby. But you’re not getting it yet. Not until I make sure you’re ready, understand?”
You nodded and looked down to watch his fingers pump in and out of you. His bulge was present underneath his pants, taunting you with its girth. You bit down on your lip and reached down to cup it. He was rock hard under your hand.
“Fuck,” you said, “it’s so big.”
“Don’t worry, Princess,” he said with a dark chuckle, “I know you can take it.”
~~~~
Once he had you clenching his fingers in a vice grip, your second orgasm sending you into a haze of pleasure, he lifted you from the desk and carried you out of his study.
Your legs were wrapped around his middle, his erection rubbing your clit in just the right spot while his lips engulfed yours.
You weren’t sure where he was taking you, but you couldn’t care less. Any sense of logic you had before was far gone with the winds of ecstasy.
You ran your fingers down his exposed chest while he kneaded your ass in his hands. You wanted to touch more of him, give him just as much as he gave you.
After some walking, he brought you down onto a bed. You opened your eyes to see a room shrouded in darkness; you tried to look around and take it in, but Din grabbed your chin and forced your eyes back to him.
“Eyes on me, Princess. There’ll be time for sightseeing later.”
He kissed you again, pressing your head further into the plush sheets underneath you. You grabbed his shirt and urged him out of it. Once he shed the fabric he rolled around to straddle you on top of him, pulling you both into a sitting position. He pulled back and stared into your eyes.
The red of his irises grew a shade darker, their brightness piercing the black background that ate up the rest of your sight. His shiny fangs glistened when he grinned. His hands snaked behind you and undid the clasps on your dress. You helped him lift it over your head and toss it to the ground. He paused and looked you up and down, now completely bare for him. He hissed and pulled your chest flush against his own.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled. He rocked your hips up and down on his lap, urging you to ride his cock through his pants. You wrapped your hands around his neck and moved with him, sighing whenever your clit came into contact with his bulge.
“I want to see it,” you whispered in his ear. “I want to taste it.”
“Yeah? Want it down that pretty little throat, baby?”
The idea had you clenching hard.
“Yes,” you sighed, “Please-”
He cut you off by lifting you up and bringing you both to your feet. He wrapped his hand around your throat and angled your face to look at him.
“Then get on your knees. Now.”
You wasted no time sinking down and kneeling on the soft carpet, your hands running up and down his thighs while he slowly undid his button and zipper. His slow pace was beginning to frustrate you, and you had a feeling that was exactly what he wanted. You put on your best pout and leaned in until your lips hovered just above his erection in an attempt to speed him up.
“Someone looks eager,” he said with a hum. “Can’t wait to take what’s yours, sweetie?”
“No,” you said, heart fluttering at the notion of him being yours. “I want it now.”
“Then take it.”
He pulled his pants and briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes went wide -- it was much bigger than it felt under his clothes. Your blood rushed with excitement as you pulled his pants down further and took his shaft in your hands.
“So hard,” you said with a smile.
You licked a line from his balls to the tip, circling the head of his cock and lapping up beads of precum. He groaned.
“There’s more where that came from, Princess. If you’re good.”
You hummed and stroked his length, letting the tip bob up and down on your lips. His hand came down and caressed your face before stopping at the back of your head.
“Go on, sweetie, show me what you can do.”
You nodded and wrapped your lips around the tip. He moaned into the air, head flying back. You took in a bit more with each stroke, the sweet stretch pushing your cheeks to their absolute limits. His hand applied gentle pressure to the back of your head, encouraging your movements.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, “you’re doing so well.”
His praise had you clenching again. It egged you on; you pushed further and took in as much of him as you could until the tip of his cock made you gag. His head snapped back down to you, lidded eyes laced with more lust than you’d seen on him before.
“Yes,” he growled, “like that.”
You pulled off of him a bit before sinking back down and letting his cock choke you. Your eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at their corners. His hand held you in place.
“Fuck baby, that’s it,” he said, voice breathy and far away, as if he were now the one being swept away by sensation. The notion turned you on all the more.
You began to bob your head over and over, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat each time. You stared up at him as you went, your hand coming down to massage his balls. He grunted and placed both hands on your head, hips bucking into your mouth.
“Fuck-” he rasped, “such a good girl.”
You let him take over and fuck your mouth faster, doing your best to hollow out your cheeks and accept him. The sting paired with his grunts in a way that had more slick pouring from you. He rubbed his thumb against your temple, eyes growing tender when they found yours again.
“My beautiful baby, I could fuck this mouth forever.”
You wouldn’t mind that one bit. You moaned on him and raised your brows to hopefully convey the message to him. He bit his lip and furrowed his brow, movements slowing until he held himself still in your mouth.
“But now is not the time.”
He slowly eased out of your mouth, and you sucked on him until he popped out all the way. You gulped down a breath of air and closed your sore jaw. He knelt down and cupped your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away your remaining tears. His soft caress was welcomed on your aching cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you said with a nod, his honey-sweet tone sending a wave of warmth to your heart. “I’m fine.”
He smiled and pulled you into a kiss. You leaned into him, coiling yourself around his blazing skin. He pulled you onto his leg, and you gasped as your soaking core came into contact with his bare thigh.
“Ooh,” he said with a wicked grin. “Someone really enjoyed having my cock shoved down her throat.”
His teasing only made you wetter. You whimpered against his cheek. He chuckled and pulled you both to your feet.
“Can’t wait to see what happens when I stick it in here…”
He trailed off and ran his fingers through your folds. You sighed and clawed down his chest.
“Do it, then,” you whispered.
He growled and threw you onto the bed. You giggled as he crawled on top of you and lifted your legs over his shoulders.
“Get ready, Princess. Once I’m in there, I’m not going easy on you.”
You nodded and watched him position himself at your entrance. When he began to push in, the stretch had you throwing your head back against the bed, eyes rolling into your head.
“Din,” you moaned.
He pushed farther, hands coming down to pin yours on either side of your head and entwine your fingers together. You winced at the pain that came with his girth.
“So tight, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear. “Just breathe, focus on me.”
He pulled up and looked into your eyes, cupping your cheek with his hand.
“No rush, my dear. I want you to feel good, okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered, taking a deep breath.
“That’s good. Keep breathing.”
He leaned down and kissed you, this one filled with a tenderness he had yet to expose. It was warm, full, and all-encompassing. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer, fingers roaming across his back. He teased his tongue into your mouth and you moaned against it, tangling yours with it.
He pushed in right then, and you gasped in his mouth at the sensation.
The pain began to ebb away, leaving only pleasure behind. His cock slowly filled you up, reaching every little crevice inside of you. You moaned and gave into the feeling, clinging to him with all your might.
“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well.”
“More, Din,” you said, “I need you deeper.”
He inched in further and grunted when his tip hit your g-spot.
“Yeah? You want it there, baby?”
“Yes,” you breathed, “right there-”
You cut yourself off with a moan as he peeled out of you halfway, then shoved himself back in. He repeated the movement over and over, giving your g-spot a generous hit every time. You clawed down his back and bucked onto his cock, urging him to pick up the pace.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” he growled in your ear, his dark tone returning. “Tell me what you want.”
You clenched around him.
“I want it faster, Din.”
“Keep going,” he grunted. His voice was becoming more labored. You wondered if he was reaching the limits of his self control. You leaned up and kissed up his neck until you reached his ear.
“Please,” you whispered, “fuck me, Din.”
He snapped with a roar and began to pound into you. You screamed at the change in sensation, each impact on your g-spot sending you into orbit. He bit down on your neck, fangs gracing the surface of your skin instead of penetrating it.
You tightened your grip on him and wrapped your legs around his middle, embracing every fatal thrust he had to give.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “you’re taking me so well, baby.”
Your toes curled while you clenched on his cock again. A dark chuckle fell through his lips. You pressed your ear closer to them to enhance the shiver that was running down your spine.
“It feels so good,” you said through your moans.
He fucked you faster, dragging more screams from your throat and bringing you to an earth-shattering orgasm within minutes.
“That’s my good girl, fucking take it. Tell me how much you like it-”
He cut himself off with a moan of his own as your cum coated him and leaked out of you. His cock grew harder inside you. The increased sensation on your g-spot had you wailing.
“Now,” he growled in your ear, “you’re gonna give me your cum again, Princess. You understand?”
You nodded through whimpers, still trying to recover from your high.
“Look at you,” he pulled up and stared down at you with those menacing red eyes. “Such a beautiful mess for me.”
He leaned down and kissed you, his throat slithering down your throat and stealing your breath once more. You didn’t have a chance to react before he was pulling up again and wrapping his big hand around your neck. You craned your head up to give him better access and grinned as the pressure made you wet all over again.
“Such a beautiful neck,” Din whispered, slightly tightening his grip. “On such a dirty girl.”
He increased his pace and pounded into you even harder. You wailed and clung to his forearm with both hands.
“YES,” you screamed, “don’t stop, don’t stop-”
“Yeah, baby? You like that?”
You nodded and continued to shout a chorus of ‘don’t stop’s and ‘right there’s as he relentlessly tore you apart.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Din,” you whimpered.
Every thrust was accentuated with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, his grunts sending waves of pleasure straight to your core.
“You’re mine now, baby,” he growled, forehead pressing against yours while his thrusts grew more deliberate.
“All-”
Slap.
“-fucking-”
Slap.
“-MINE.”
His words had you melting against him, another orgasm hovering in the distance.
“Din-” you whined, “Fuck, I’m gonnna cum-”
“Good. Give it to me, baby. And I’ll give you mine wherever you want it.”
You groaned and threw your head back, your body falling limp as his hand found your clit and began to circle it. The tension immediately increased its hold on you, making your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl in.
“Now, Princess. You’re gonna cum for me right now.”
With a few more thrusts, you were screaming Din’s name into the empty room and clenching on his cock, the muffled sound of clapping thunder outside accentuating your orgasm.
“Good girl, just like that,” he grunted, voice sporadic. “Now tell me, where do you want my load, sweetie?”
You couldn’t speak. Your brain hardly recognized the fact that he was speaking through its blissful haze. You stared into his red eyes and opened your mouth wide, tongue drooping out. His face contorted as if he were in pain before he ripped his cock out of you and stood up. You sunk down to your knees.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he said as he stroked himself. “Open up that pretty mouth for me.”
You did as you were told, along with taking over for him and popping his tip into your mouth. He moaned into the air as he held your head in his hands.
“Don’t fucking stop, baby, it’s coming-”
You sped up and hollowed your cheeks, gaze fixed up at him. Seconds later he came with a guttural roar and his cum shot down your throat, thick and warm, seemingly endless. He stared down at you with wonder in his eyes, hands raking through your hair.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
When the stream finally stopped you swallowed down his load and licked your lips with a grin.
Din pulled you back up onto the bed, cleaning you off before settling down beside you. You rested your head on his vacant chest as his arms squeezed you tight.
With the lull of his soothing words and the rain outside, you fell into a deep, dark sleep.
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The room was almost as dark when you awoke as it was the night before.
The storm had passed in the night, the distant sound of chirping birds from beyond the closed drapes delighting your eardrums. Din was snoring softly, each rise and fall of his chest moving your head in tandem.
You looked around the bedroom. The vast space was covered in red and silver accents. Unlike the rest of the mansion, no paintings were on the walls. Instead a few ornate weapons were mounted on the wall facing the bed, a suit of armor resting in the center.
The same black visor from the portrait by the fireplace stared down at you.
With wide eyes you looked back at Din. You jumped a bit when you found him already staring at you with a grin on his face.
“When did you wake up?” you asked.
“Just now,” he said, voice groggy with sleep. “Something wrong?”
“Are you the knight in that portrait downstairs?”
He glanced at the armor on his wall before nodding. The dim light of the room gave way to his features, gorgeous sharp points laced with fatigue. He may be a vampire, but you were only now considering just how old he must be. How many centuries he must’ve spent in this mansion, watching it die around him, knowing he won’t understand that peace. You leaned over him and cupped his cheek.
“Just how long have you been alone here?” you asked, voice hardly above a whisper.
His eyes had reverted to their soft brown state, staring into yours with a million words swarming within. He gave a small shake of his head.
“Too long, my dear.”
He leaned up and kissed you. Sweet and warm, fangs teasing your lip and making you giggle.
“But if you’ll have me,” he hummed against your lips, “maybe this place won’t be so lonely anymore.”
His words warmed your heart. Your mind replayed every promise he made to you the night before: adventure, knowledge, pleasure, and more. As appealing as it all was, a realization dawned on you as you pulled back and looked into those eyes again.
He was as lonely as you were. The figurative centuries you felt passing each day you lived through was a century he actually lived through. He had so much here, but no one to share it with. You had nothing waiting for you back home.
You smiled and brought your hand up to your neck, feeling around the spot he’d bitten you on. The tiniest scars bumped against your fingertips, signaling his claim on you.
“I didn’t think there’d be a way out after this,” you said with a laugh.
“I may be able to force you to stay,” he said with a chuckle, “but I’d much prefer it if you wanted it yourself.”
Your smile grew as you ran your hand through his curls, leaning down to kiss him.
“I could stay here forever,” you whispered.
His eyes suddenly glowed red once more, his lips stretching into a wicked grin before he kissed you again.
“Good girl.”
While he may have conquered you in every which way that night, sentencing you to a lifetime at his side, the softer, unexpected demeanor that had been poking through his actions had you feeling as though you’d conquered part of him as well.
Forever in this mansion didn’t sound half bad. Especially if more nights like that would be part of it.
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"I love you most."| t.h.
pairing: actor!tom x reader
warnings: floof attack.
synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.
a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!
listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love
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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.
“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.
“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.
“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.
“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.
“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.
This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.
After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.
You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.
“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.
“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.
“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.
“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.
You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.
“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”
“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.
And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.
“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged.
“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.
“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.
“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.
“She’s coming shut up”
“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.
“Y/N”
“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.
“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.
"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.
"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."
"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.
"Tom-"
"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"
"Tom-"
"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"
"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.
"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.
The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.
The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.
"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."
"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.
"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.
"My goof"
"Your goof"
"You're lucky I love you"
"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.
"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."
"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.
He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.
"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.
"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.
"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.
"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.
You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.
"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."
"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.
"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.
"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.
"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.
"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.
"I'll be back before you know it."
"I know you will be"
"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.
"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.
"As soon as possible"
"I love you" He says.
"I love you more."
"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.
"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.
"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.
"Harrison, are you crying?"
"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.
You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.
"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."
The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.
And that is all you need.
The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.
"So, how was it?"
"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.
"That good, huh?"
"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.
"I love you bubba"
"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.
"I love you most."
He couldn't argue with that.
"But I know now I've found the one I love."
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tagging some friends who'd like to read!
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#tom holland angst#tom holland gifs#tom holland x reader#x reader#tom holland and reader#tom holland smut#tom holland#fluff#romantic#wedding#love#holland and co#cute as a button every single one of you#raya writes#raya is a mohmaya
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Sibling material
Summary: You and your step-brother Peter are close, but too close.
Warning: Smut /// this is just a story - i don’t intend to make more plots like this in the future, but if this is a sensitive topic for you then im sorry, click away.
Probably not gonna post for a while after this.
"Peter we can't, we're gonna get c-caught," I whispered; his face was buried in my neck as he continued his brutal fucking. I bit my lip so hard to conceal the screams to the point I bled, our interaction first started when Aunt May and my dad started going out - even if she was Peter’s Aunt; he told me the story of his real parents but I knew he looked up to Aunt May as his mother, she was a kind and thoughtful woman, hence why my dad decided to pop the big question during our usual family dinner. We moved in together to begin a new life as a happy family, until me and Peter got too close for sibling material. I never noticed how our behavior towards each other was unnatural until the hints started showing.
A few days ago...
"Y/N? Have you seen my-" I was cuddled up in my bed, his massive Spiderman sweatshirt making me feel secured and warm. "Why do you have my sweatshirt?" He said in compassion rather than annoyance, I snuggled my face deeper into his smell. "Because I like wearing your clothes." He smiled sweetly but eventually knew it was time for me to give it up. "I need it, me and the boys are going out for basketball." I whined like a sad puppy - knowing it's his weakness. "If you want it so bad, come get it." Peter raised a perfect brow, turned slightly to close the door before snickering. "You're asking for it."
Or this...
While getting dressed for family night, I decided to wear lace panties and a very tight t-shirt. I didn't hear my ‘brother’ walk in nor did I see his figure standing between my doorframe. "What do you have on?" I nearly jumped out of my skin, but calmed myself since it was him; I thought it was weird that he didn't at least knock first...but I haven't kicked him out my room yet, what a sign. "Is there a problem?" I giggled, bending down to retrieve my slippers. I stood up to see him staring directly at my ass - I put on a small show and wiggled my bum, the way his mouth watered. "Uh...just hurry up." He rushed out, face beet red.
And this...
I rushed home crying from the stress and irritation by everything and everyone. I didn't acknowledge Peter calling my name nor my parents as I slammed the door to my room. I threw myself on the bed and continued to ball my eyes out. "Y/N?" Peter’s angelic voice came from the other side. "G-go away!" I sobbed, soaking my pillow cases. "I can stay beside this door all night if I have to...so can you please open the door?" I sniffled while wiping my tears, getting up to unlock the door. Peter stood there like a guardian angel; he immediately pulled me into a hug as I out of instinct wrapped my arms tightly around him, I felt perfectly embraced by him as all my problems began to fade away slowly until I was focused on his affection. After a few moments he pulled away from me, gazing into my eyes - searching for something. "You look beautiful when you cry." He chuckled which made me smile.
Now to this...
"Peter we can't, we're gonna get c-caught," I whispered; his face was buried in my neck as he continued his brutal fucking. I bit my lip so hard to conceal the screams to the point I bled, he refused to listen to my cries until I couldn't cum anymore, we've been going at it for hours since our parents left for date night. I watched as his muscles flex through every thrust; feeling his massive tip brush against my cervix. I threw my head back in utter pleasure as skin clapping and the delicious sounds we made got louder, I felt his cock twitch inside me - signaling his approaching orgasm. I wasn't far behind him while his palms fondled my breasts, fingers pinching my sensitive nipples. "F-fuck!" With more forceful hits to my sweet spot I saw stars as we came; I gushed all over him until I felt the sheets become drenched. Peter painting my walls with his sticky goodness, I felt full. He pulled out and brought me into his arms, caressing me like a baby. "Did that happen?" I smirked before nodding. "How long can we keep this up for?"
"Long as you want."
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker smut#tom holland#tom holland smut#tom holland x reader smut#tom holland x reader
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PART TWO GUYS LOOK
I BROKE MY WRITERS BLOCK ARE YOU PROUD?? ARE YOU?
this is part two to Wolfstar X Y/N raising Harry, so if you haven't read that go check it out! The link to the post is here: https://little-bit-of-magic2893.tumblr.com/post/672505927429177344/wolfstar-x-yn-raise-harry-after-his-parents
Requested by: @meraki-lore @holymousee
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Tags: crying, comfort, poly!wolfstar X y/n, fluff, kissing, lmk if I missed any and enjoy!
"It's okay bunny, just let it out" Remus shushed the sniffling lump in his arms, a soft kiss on your forehead as you look up at him through bleary eyes, muttering a weak, embarrassed apology. Remus only shook his head, and you two stood like that until well early into the morning, when Remus yawned and you stepped back, sheepish smile matching his amused grin.
"Food?" Was all you needed to say, earning a sigh, a nod, and a happy little clap all at once. You moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for pancakes and ushering Remus to dress himself and grab Sirius for breakfast.
When the pancakes were done, 3 for each of you and an extra plate for Harry, whenever he got here, you started crying up some bacon in a skillet. Sirius finally got up, quarter to 6, stealing a piece of bacon directly from the pan with a kiss to your cheek that he thought distracted you, blathering his pancakes with butter and drowning them in syrup. You scoffed, placing a kiss on his shoulder as he say down, happily scarfing down the food as Remus came down to join you two. You were just about to grab your plate and dig in when the door opened, 3 kids running into the house with huge grins on their faces. One girl with bushy brown hair, and one freckled, redheaded boy, followed by Harry.
"Mum! Mum!" Harry called, running to you as his friends buffered in the doorway. The redhead pointed at Remus and whispered to the brunette as Sirius narrowed his eyes and aggressively stabbed a pancake with his fork. Remus smiled, waving at the kids and kicking Sirius under the table , earning an eyeroll. You laughed as you lifted Harry up in a hug, despite him being almost taller than you, letting him go and playfully punching his shoulder when he stole a piece of bacon from your plate.
"Can Ron and Hermione hang out tonight?" he asked eagerly, and you paused, looking to your husbands.
"For a sleepover?" Remus asked, mouth full of pancake and eyes on his students in the doorway. Harry nodded and pushed his friends into the room to meet you, standing between Sirius and Remus as you hoisted yourself up to sit on the counter.
"This is Hermione" Harry said, smiling as the brunette waved. "She's really nice and almost as smart as dad!" he added, hugging a blushing Hermione and Remus in turn. Remus nodded in agreement.
"Top of her class, nothing less than outstanding!"
You smiled at Hermione and turned your focus on Ron, who looked the most nervous about meeting his best friend's parents.
"This is Ron! He's also insanely nice, and makes the best jokes" Harry flared his arms dramatically, obviously proud to present his friends, people he cared about, to you and Sirius and Remus, more people he cared about.
"So... Another Remus, and another me?" Sirius said excitedly. " this'll be fun! "
"Please, your best joke is replacing serious with your name in sentences, and even then it's so bad I want to punch you" Remus teased, and Sirius sputtered as the lycanthrope kissed his nose.
"But you always kiss me when I make that joke?"
"Gotta fight the urge somehow, darling" you added, nodding to an over-eager, impatient Harry. "Let me get some coffee on, then I'll make you all some food." You smiled at the three kids as they sat down to eat, conversation flowing easily.
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As the day came to a close, yawns echoing the living room, you decided it was time I send the kids (and Remus, who was so tired his eyes wouldn't stay open) to bed. Hermione took the guest room happily, relieved to get away from the chaos caused by her two friends, something she seemed to not be so used too in their three years of knowing each other. You tucked her in first, laughing about the events of the day, and how odd she seemed to be in the house with two people her DATDA teacher always gushed about in class. You shook the thought away, sure she was just joking to make you like her, but something told you it was the truth. Maybe the fact that last week, Remus cleaned up the entire bedroom, insisting he so it himself so he could leave little notes for you guys. You weren't sure I you've even found all of them yet, every now and again you'll see the bright pink paper of the sticky notes and rush to tell Sirius, while Remus laughs in the corner and kisses you both. He also stayed up with you all night, the reason he was so tired now.
You left the room smiling, off to go bid goodnight to Harry and Ron. Harry waved you in, and Ron rolled over, already dead asleep.You sat on the edge of the bed, letting Harry's messy hair and taking off his glasses for him, as he always forgot.
"I'm sorry" he whispered suddenly.
"For?"
"Leaving. I knew how excited you were, I just-"
"Harry, honey, don't dwell on it. I was being unreasonable. It's your birthday, and as long as you spend it happy, I'm happy" you assured him, and he nodded, hand clenching yours lazily and you smiled at the gesture.
"I just wanted them to like me" Harry said, and your heart seized, pushing your way into the blankets and hugging your arms tightly around him. His face pushed against your shoulder, and you two stayed like that.
"They love you, I'm sure. Harry, you're amazing" you smiled, only earning a snore in response. You chuckled as you got up, flicking the lights off as you went to join Sirius in bed with a snoring Remus. His hair was up in a bun, mocking yours, and he had your reading glasses on, his hands open like a book. You laughed as you crawled in next to him, lips locking, eyes fluttering closed, a warm embrace that left you both out of breath as your consciousness slipped.
I'm sorry it took so long guys, hopefully it isn't disappointing though? Tried to include Sirius more, I just fELT he wasn't as big a part in the last part
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Lover, Please Stay
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
Summary: you get shot and Hotch worries about you while trying to keep it together.
Word Count: 5.4k
Warnings: swearing, shooting, blood, injuries, hospitals, some angst and then fluff, mostly just wanted to write some worried!Hotch
A/N: here we go! this is my first fic, so enjoy
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As far as dates go, getting shot in the stomach twice was definitely not the way you wanted the night to end. Especially because you actually cared about the man sitting across from you in the dim lighting of the restaurant and you definitely had something else planned involving him, your clothes hitting the floor, and then the wall, kitchen counter, possibly the sofa, and of course, your bed and maybe the shower—but all that would have to wait as you slump back in your chair, stunned and bleeding. To his credit, however, Aaron Hotchner is not about to let the man who shot you get away with it, and swiftly tackles, disarms, and subdues the shooter, in record time, you think hazily to yourself with a small smile. After making sure the unsub won’t do anything else –not that he could even if he wanted to– Aaron turns to you. Eyes wild, he finds you –rather dramatically if you say so yourself—bleeding out and losing consciousness. So much for after-dinner plans.
“How romantic,” you gasp out and suddenly at your side, Aaron tips you out of your chair and lays you on the ground, immediately shedding his jacket to apply pressure to your abdomen and the growing red spots staining the dark green dress you had worn tonight. Fuck you loved this dress. And his jacket.
“….Sweetheart? You still with me?” Aaron’s voice wavers, and you realize he’s leaning over you and trying to gauge how you’re doing, aside from the obvious, of course.
You huff a laugh out—big mistake—and a small cry tears out of your throat as the pain in your midsection makes you regret your actions. Turning your head with a surprising amount of effort, your eyes float over him, taking in the way his hair sticks up, the frantic gleam to his eyes (tears?) and then down the black button-down he wore to his bloody hands on your body. You try for a reassuring smile—it doesn’t land—and then there’s some sort of commotion on the other side of the restaurant which you belatedly realize is the stampede of patrons out, as the ambulance slams to a halt outside, sirens blaring.
“Love, y’need t’figure this out,” you grit out, knowing that he won’t—can’t—argue with you as you look up at him.
“Y/N...”
“No, Aaron. Get th’ team,” your eyes are closing and breathing is getting harder so you stop, and hope that he figures this out. He has to. You know Aaron will want to protect you and go to the hospital this instant, but you can’t let him do that just yet. Not this time. It’s not everyday a BAU agent gets shot in a crowded restaurant in front of her boyfriend, who is also a BAU agent. It’s too weird to be random and the rest of the team needs to get here now.
The next few moments pass in a blur of shouting and pain, as you are lifted on to a stretcher and poked and prodded. Tiredly, you try to keep your eyes on Aaron, but in the noise you find your head rushing and with a sharp pain in your stomach, you fall into darkness.
Barred from climbing into the ambulance with you, Aaron has never been so scared and enraged. The ambulance screeches towards the hospital as he quickly fires off a text to the team –you’ve been shot, it doesn’t look good, meet him at the restaurant. And then he sits on the sidewalk. And thinks. And seethes.
How could he not have noticed the man advancing toward your table sooner? How could he not have noticed how out of place the man looked and the way that he kept a hand in his jacket pocket? And finally, why didn’t the man shoot him before getting taken down? Head in his hands, Hotch lets out a sigh before clenching his fists and closing his eyes, waiting. There are police officers milling around, taping off the restaurant and the unsub is in a car around here somewhere, or maybe already on his way to the police station, but Aaron can’t shake the fear in his mind. He should be speeding off after the ambulance, keeping you company, and pacing the hospital lobby until he knows you’re okay. You need to be okay. But your words ring in his head, figure this out, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try. You need him to try. He needs to focus.
A hand claps down on his shoulder and Aaron jerks his head up to find Morgan and Prentiss looking at him with sad eyes. Accepting Morgan’s hand, Hotch stands, and after a beat, straightens up and becomes SSA Aaron Hotchner, BAU Unit Chief, and not Aaron Hotchner, concerned and, quite frankly, terrified boyfriend.
“Garcia is pulling security footage from the restaurant and surrounding area. She’s also keeping tabs on the unsub at the police station and will let us know as soon as the cops figure out who this guy is.” Morgan says as Hotch looks around at the crime scene that’s sprung up around him.
“Unless she figures it out first,” Prentiss adds “which she probably will, it’s Garcia.”
A black SUV pulls up, and Reid, Rossi, and JJ emerge. Rossi immediately takes stock of the blood on Aaron’s hands and the usual chaos of a crime scene. Reid looks shaken to his core, and JJ isn’t much better, although she is valiantly trying to put on a brave face if only for her own sake.
“Aaron, you should be at the hospital. We can handle this,”
“Dave, she told me to figure it out. It was one of the last things she said and if I don’t and she…” Aaron trails off as the rest of the team looks at him, worried.
“I need to do this for her,” he says softly, thinking of how you looked as you were whisked away by the ambulance. How you passed out, face contorted in pain and then still.
“Hotch…” JJ lays a hand on his arm and squeezes.
“We got this. You can run point from the hospital with Garcia,”
That shakes him a bit.
“Garcia is running point from the hospital?” he wants to smile, but he can’t. Not while you’re possibly fatally injured.
“Of course she is,” says Morgan with a small smile.
“She went directly there after you texted us. She said she doesn’t want Y/N to be alone, ” Spencer supplies, and Hotch can’t help but be startled by how much he appreciates the thoughtfulness of his team in this moment.
Looking around the circle, he realizes that he doesn’t have to take on the investigation and your injury alone. No shit, he can hear you say. That’s what they’re here for, dumbass. Teamwork.
Halfheartedly, he tries “but the police need to take my statement and—“
“—and they can do that from the hospital after we’re done here, I’m sure they’ll make an exception for the Unit Chief of the BAU since his girlfriend got shot,” Rossi finishes for him. “Aaron. Go.”
“Come on, Hotch, I’ll drive,” and as JJ pulls him into the SUV, he watches the rest of the team disperse amongst the police and crime scene techs with a determination and focus he wishes he could emulate right now. Instead, he tries to focus on getting to you and how good it’ll feel to hold your hand again.
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The ambulance ride is blurry and the lights are too bright and the noises too loud as you slide in and out of consciousness after initially passing out. Vaguely, you hear something about a perforated something or other and blood loss, but that’s really all you can understand before going back to being unconscious. Again. If only falling asleep was this easy.
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Aaron never particularly liked hospitals, but now, with your life in danger, he hates them. Striding into the lobby, JJ at his side, his eyes find Garcia, furiously typing and wiping away tears as fast as she can. As his feet carry him to the desk, JJ breaks off to comfort Garcia.
“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, and I’m here for Agent Y/L/N she should have arrived half an hour ago with two GSWs to the abdomen,” his voice is surprisingly collected, as the nurse looks up at him from her computer.
“She was rushed into emergency surgery almost as soon as she got here. I don’t have an update for you now, Agent Hotchner, and it could be awhile until I know something for sure,” the nurse replies with a sad smile.
With a curt nod, Aaron walks over to Garcia, who now has JJ’s hand firmly in her own. Upon seeing him, Garcia springs up and sets her laptop and JJ’s hand aside to instead throw her arms around her stoic Unit Chief. Stunned but not unwelcome, Hotch reaches around to hold the crying tech analyst. Pulling back from the embrace and sniffling, Garcia looks at Hotch and her eyes widen almost comically.
“Blood. Oh my God, blood,” she states in a hurried breath and it’s only then that Hotch realizes that his arms and torso are covered in your blood still; he hasn’t had a chance to wash it off. Looking down at himself, his vision blurs for a second and the weight of his appearance takes a toll. Stumbling to the bathroom as JJ and Garcia reach for him, he staggers through the door and to the closest sink before throwing up. Leaning heavily on his hands, he hangs his head and catches his breath before turning the tap on. Slowly, methodically, he cleans his hands, then up his arms. Splashing water on his face he looks in the mirror, noting the bags under his eyes, the way his hair sticks up on one side, and the dried blood on his black shirt as it catches the shitty fluorescent lighting.
You’re laughing at him and he can’t help but smile back at you. In the light of the restaurant he loves the way your eyes shine when you look at him. Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, but you’re still laughing and he loves the way you look when you laugh. Bang. There’s screaming. Bang. You slump in your chair across from him. His stomach drops and there’s a roaring sound in his ears and years of training take over. The unsub stands still, gun in hand, and Aaron moves. Takedown. Push the gun out of reach. Hold the guy down. Swift punch to the face and the guy is out. You make a sound—a whine? a scream? his name?—and Aaron turns. You. Hands on your stomach, but Aaron can see the blood seeping through your fingers. Gently, as gently as he can, he gets you to lie on the ground and uses his jacket to try and staunch some of the bleeding. Your eyes flutter and he calls your name, asks how you’re doing, something to keep you awake and talking and with him and—
A knock on the door draws him out of his mind and JJ pokes her head in.
“I found a sweatshirt in the back of the SUV and thought you might want to put it on instead of having to stay in your shirt since…” she trails off and gestures to his bloody clothes.
Wordlessly, Hotch takes the sweatshirt from her. It’s one of his, he knows that, but he can’t remember why it’s in the SUV, especially because he hasn’t seen it since—You. You had it last. Inhaling your scent off the piece of clothing almost shatters him again and he holds the sweatshirt to his face as he tries not to cry. Slipping into a stall he slowly undoes his shirt before crumpling it up and dropping it on the ground. Pulling the sweatshirt over his head, he takes a moment to collect himself before stooping down for his shirt and walking out the bathroom door back into the waiting area.
Sitting next to Garcia he can see that there’s a picture of the unsub on her screen, as well as general demographic information and stuff streaming past that’s too fast for him to read.
“Garcia, what have you found.” Business as usual. Except for the part where he doesn’t know how you are or if you’re alive.
“Well, Sir, the bastard who shot Y/N is Parker Harrison and from what I can tell, he’s a creep. Like look-through-your-windows-and-take-photos-while-you-change kind of creep so—“
“—so it’s weird that he came up to you two in a crowded room and shot Y/N when there is nothing that Garcia’s found to suggest that that’s even something Harrison would even consider,” JJ finishes while continuing to glare at the photo on the screen.
Hotch sighs and puts his head in his hands. Again. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he looks at JJ.
“Call the rest of the team and let them know that we know who the unsub is, but he doesn’t fit the profile for the crime and see if they’ve found anything out of the ordinary.”
With a nod, JJ moves to her feet and goes out the front door to make the call. Garcia makes a noise somewhere between frustration and surprise before renewing her furious typing. Aaron looks towards the nurse at the desk, the same one he had spoken to earlier, and catches her eye. She shakes her head and he tips his head back against the wall behind him, eyes closing.
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You don’t think you’ve died. At least, not yet. Maybe this is some fucked up afterlife precursor, but you really, sincerely, hope you aren’t dead because that would suck for you and for Aaron. And Jack. And the team. Fuck you really hope you aren’t dead, but the fact that you can’t feel your body really isn’t helping you figure out what the hell is going on. There’s pressure building in your chest and as it expands, it feels like you are going to explode. You fight against whatever is happening—it hurts, dammit—and then back to nothingness.
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He waits for hours. Pacing, sitting, standing, silent. Garcia mumbles to herself as she works, and calls the team with possible updates, but Aaron can’t bring himself to focus on anything but you. JJ comes and goes, standing, sitting, pacing, leaning over Garcia’s shoulder. She calls Will and the team a few times to give or get updates and for that, Aaron is grateful. He knows he should be doing more, as Unit Chief and as the person you told to get the unsub, but you you are his focus. He nods when Garcia shows him something and shakes his head when JJ appears with food and coffee. And he waits. At some point a police officer shows up and Hotch mechanically rattles off what happened. There isn’t much he can say since they have the shooter in custody already. Shortly thereafter, the rest of the team show up and all of a sudden Hotch is suffocated by the amount of people in the waiting room. Prentiss moves to JJ’s side and Morgan to Garcia’s, talking quietly. Reid and Rossi trade glances before descending on Hotch.
“Any news?” Rossi asks, but Hotch shakes his head.
“You guys find anything at the scene?” And Hotch is hoping for something anything to make this make sense.
“Well, according to the security cam footage, the unsub was dropped off at the restaurant and then walked inside, bypassing the hostess and making his way to your table. It seems like Harrison knew exactly where you were going to be and when, which is concerning. But after you take him down and he got to the station, he didn’t talk—and still hasn’t which indicates that he may be trying to protect someone which furthers the idea that he really didn’t come up with this on his own given that his previous criminal record didn’t indicate that he would shoot someone that he deemed a target, although Garcia is currently going through the contents of his electronics to see what she can find and—“ Reid is effectively cut off by Rossi, who states “and so we still don’t know enough about this guy to draw any concrete conclusions, but this isn’t an ordinary unsub and if he does have a partner, we need to figure out who that is before someone else gets hurt; possibly someone on this team.”
Aaron frowns to himself at this information. He thought that the team would be able to find something find more about Harrison, but it seems the universe is making him wait not only on you, but the fucker who shot you as well. Collapsing down on to the nearest chair, Aaron tries to come up with a plan, a preliminary profile, something that will help him figure out what exactly you’ve been drawn into. Staring down at his shoes, he fails to notice the way the team looks at each other, and then at him. With a sigh, Prentiss moves from JJ’s side to Hotch’s and sits. He doesn’t look at her, or even acknowledge her presence, but doesn’t shake off the hand that she lays gently on his shoulder as he continues to study his shoes.
It’s well into the early hours of the morning when the team is alerted to a development in your wellbeing by the loud squeak of the swinging door that leads to surgery. Half asleep, Rossi wakes the others from their various levels of slumber as Aaron stumbles to the doctor after he announces your name, eyes wide and hopeful.
“First, Agent Y/L/N is alive. She coded in surgery about two hours ago,” Aaron swears he stops breathing “—but we were able to revive her and finish stitching her up and repairing the internal damage. The bullets entered her abdomen and tore through her large intestine, and she did suffer more blood loss that I had hoped, but in time, she will recover.”
Aaron’s breath rushes out all at once and he almost collapses with the weight of his relief. He hears the gasps and murmurs of the team behind him which confirm their own happiness that you are alive.
“Can I see her?” the words leave him quickly, and he knows you won’t be awake, but he needs to see you. Needs to make sure you’re still here, with him.
“As you can imagine, she won’t be awake for quite some time. Her body has sustained major trauma, and we will be keeping her under watch for at least a week, depending on how long it takes her to wake up and then the rate at which her body’s healing process takes place. However, you may see her, one at a time, and are welcome to be here during official visiting hours tomorrow.”
Without turning to the team, Aaron nods and gestures for the doctor to lead the way, mind spinning with relief and worry, a dizzying rush of feelings at knowing that you’re alive. Stopping outside of a room, the doctor looks at Aaron before opening the door and stepping aside. Making his way to the side of your bed, Aaron can’t help but take stock of your appearance. Eyes tracing your face, fingers lightly following the same path before coming to hold your hand as he sits in the chair next to your bed. Exhaling slowly, he raises your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, eyes finding your sleeping face and finally, Aaron allows some tension to leave his body. You’re here you’re here and you’re alive and breathing.
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Your return to actual conscious reality is slow, to say the least. The steady beeping of your heart monitor catches your attention first because it’s just so damn annoying. But hey, it means you’re alive—what a relief—so you really can’t find it in your hazy mind to care too much about the incessant beeping noise as you drift into consciousness. The next thing to draw your focus is the scratchiness of the sheets surrounding your body—are hospital sheets purposely so uncomfortable?—and the way that you can feel someone holding your hand. Aaron. Fighting to open your eyes damn those fluorescents you manage to squint your way awake. Well, as awake as one can be after what you just went through, but it’s an improvement to whatever semi-alive state you had been in even if you are still in a moderate amount of discomfort.
“…Sweetheart?” there he is. You squeeze his hand and turn to see him more fully, eyes raking over his face. Teary-eyed and smiling, you’ve never seen him look more handsome (okay besides when he was wearing his black button-down and black jacket at dinner before you got shot, but that’s obvious).
“Aaron,” his name leaves your lips on a breath and you smile back at him as he kisses your hand before leaning over and kissing your forehead.
“I was so worried, Y/N. So worried about you,” he continues down to your nose, your cheeks, and finally, finally, he presses his lips to yours. Hands intertwined with his other one coming to cup your face, you pull apart just enough to look each other in the eye. And to think you might not have survived to do this ever again. The thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and as they fall down your cheeks, Aaron kisses your forehead again before leaning his head against yours.
“You’re okay, Sweetheart. You’re here, I’m here, the team is in the waiting room. We’re all okay,” he says gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You continue to cry, soft whimpers escaping you as the pain in your midsection sets in and you realize how much you could have lost if you died.
“Th’ team. Need t’see ‘em,” you mumble through your tears, and Aaron nods before reaching for his phone and texting someone, staying by your side the whole time. Your tears continue to fall, but Aaron’s presence and steady reassurance calms you and soon you’re just staring at each other, hands clasped, reveling in your closeness.
A nurse enters the room and checks your vitals on all the machines you’re connected to before remarking on how good it is to see you awake and then she’s gone; Aaron doesn’t leave your side.
A swift knock on the door turns your head, and a smile breaks across your face as the team shuffles into your room and gathers around your bed. You watch them as they come in, looking for injuries or something out of the ordinary. However, they’re all okay, looking at you with sad hopeful eyes, but they’re okay just like Aaron said.
“You’re okay,” you whisper, wide-eyed.
“We’re okay? Mama, we should be checking on you. You’re the one whose been unconscious for a day and a half,” Morgan chuckles.
“’M okay. Good. Great. Sp’tacular,” you assure them with a smirk and a wave at your general hospital-chic appearance. You don’t have to turn to Aaron to know he’s rolling his eyes as the others let out small laughs at your answer.
“Glad you’re awake, Y/N,” Rossi states with a smile as Reid nods behind him.
“We were worried,” JJ adds.
“Don’t you ever do that again! I mean it,” Garcia says, pointedly. You huff out a laugh and grimace as your abdomen twinges in pain. Note to self: don’t do that again. You catch the rest of the room in a collective wince out of the corner of your eye, but your focus is now on Aaron, as he leans impossibly closer to you, gauging your level of pain through his furrowed brow.
“We’ll be back later,” Emily suggests, laying one hand on JJ’s arm and another on Reid’s shoulder. “Get some rest, Y/N.”
“Will do,” you grit out, pain subsiding only slightly in your stomach. Your eyes shut and over the sound of your heavy breathing, you hear footsteps retreating and the closing of the door. Aaron’s hand brushes your hair back off your forehead and comes to rest on your cheek. With your eyes closed, you realize just how fucking tired you are now that you’ve confirmed everyone is fine with your own eyes. You squeeze Aaron’s hand, and as you give in to your exhaustion, you feel him kiss your knuckles with a sigh.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, and then you’re out.
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You wake up to a hushed argument taking place between Morgan and Rossi at the foot of your bed and surprise surprise Aaron’s scowling at both of them.
Fighting through a yawn, you mumble, “G’morning, everyone,” pointedly glaring at Morgan and Rossi who at least have the decency to look sorry for disturbing you.
“Afternoon, princess,” Morgan says with a nod. “Nice to see you awake again.”
You roll your eyes and can’t help but notice the careful way Aaron’s watching your face for any signs of discomfort. Squeezing his hand—has he let go of it since he got here? A thought to pursue at a later time—you turn your attention back to the agents at the end of your bed.
“What have I missed?” Rossi looks at Aaron before taking a breath and facing you.
“We think the guy who shot you has a partner and we’re trying to figure out who it is.”
Well shit. Schooling your face into a somewhat neutral expression, you repeat “…a partner…?” and something akin to fear washes over you. There’s someone out there who wants you dead. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Steeling yourself, you look over at Aaron for confirmation and the hard look in his eyes is all you need. Fuck. Sinking further back into the pillows behind you, you stare at the ceiling and try to fully comprehend what you’ve just learned. Breathing deeply, you try and quell the panic that’s rising in your chest. Shit. Now what happens. Eyes clenched shut, you address the room.
“So, what now? There’s another guy so what do we have on him what do we know has the unsub said anything that might help us? Something? Phone calls at weird times, unusual credit card activity, change in schedule, unexplained absences from work, something has to stick out,” Your words rush out before you can stop them.
“Well—“ Morgan starts but you cut him off, rambling.
“—and what’s the name of the unsub anyway? What’s the name of the fucker who shot me two times?” you ask, eyes flying open at the realization that you only know him as “the unsub” and not his actual name.
“Parker Harrison,” Hotch states with enough contempt for you to stop and squint at him, worried.
“Sounds like an asshole,” you remark, but Hotch doesn’t smile like you thought he would.
It’s at this point that Morgan wisely makes some excuse about seeing if Garcia has found anything new and he herds Rossi out the door before the other man can protest. The click of the door behind them is deafening as you continue to watch Aaron’s face while he stares down at your joined hands on the bed. Tracing your knuckles, he doesn’t elaborate on the unsub and so you wait. You focus on your own breathing, Aaron’s hand in yours, and his presence next to you.
However, there’s only so much silence you can take when you have so many questions that you would like answered. Tugging on his hand, you wait for him to look up at you before speaking.
“Aaron, who is this guy?”
Silence.
You try again.
“Aaron, I can’t help you profile the partner if I don’t know who Harrison is. Let me help you catch this fucker,” and that catches his attention. With a small quirk of his lips, he exhales and leans closer to brush some hair out of your face.
“You shouldn’t be profiling or working at all, Y/N. You got shot. You need to rest,” he says as his hand settles on your cheek.
You snort and roll your eyes. As if.
“I can multi-task, love. Also, I need to work this case. Do you really think I’ll be able to rest and recover knowing there’s someone out there who wants me dead? Harrison is the first step to figuring this out and I can help, Hotch. I’m a profiler and he’s an unsub. This isn’t anything we haven’t faced before and we will catch him. So, once again, I’m asking you to let me help,” you implore. “I’m on bedrest, not dead. I can be semi-useful, even while lying in a hospital bed.”
With that, Hotch sucks in a quick breath and his eyebrows pull together.
“But you did die,” he says lowly. “You died you were dead. The doctor said you coded on the table. I could have lost you,” and with that last admission, his voice breaks. Bowing his head, the slight shake of his shoulders is the only sign you have to know that he’s crying. Crying over you. Oh, Aaron. Carefully sliding over in your bed—ouch—you pull on Aaron’s hand insistently.
“C’mere, love,” you whisper, and Aaron maneuvers his way on to the bed. Has he always been this tall or are hospital beds just smaller than normal ones?
Slowly, mindful of your injuries even in the midst of his own emotional turmoil, he curves himself around you as tears continue to fall. You lift your hand to card through his hair at a steady pace and eventually, just rest your hand on his face, catching tears and brushing them away. You raise your other hand, which is still holding his, to your lips and softly kiss his fingertips.
“I’m here. We’re here and we’re okay, and I love you,” you repeat gently until the shaking in his shoulders subsides and his breathing evens out to match yours. Holding your hand to his face, Hotch gives it the gentlest kiss imaginable before clearing his throat.
“I love you too, Sweetheart. So much. I was scared you weren’t going to make it, and then to find out you almost didn’t?” he trails off with a heavy sigh.
“It’ll take more than a few bullets to take me away from you, Aaron Hotchner,” you say. “I mean it.”
Instead of responding, Aaron nuzzles the top of your head and moves impossibly closer to you on the bed.
“I just—“ he stops. “I waited for hours to hear how you were doing. I was basically useless to the team because all I could think about was you and how you told me to get the guy and figure it out, but I couldn’t. Not without you.”
“Oh, Aaron,” you shift so you can smile at him warmly and then he’s leaning down to you, cradling your face, and kissing you with a desperation that makes your heart ache. You return his kiss with all the reassurance you can offer. I love you. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m sorry. Tilting your head, you move a hand to his chest, over his heart trying to do what you can to get closer to him. I love you I love you I love you.
Breaking for air, Aaron presses one last lingering kiss to your forehead before settling back into your side. Heart racing, you smile contentedly at the man in front of you before trying to get comfortable. Leaning just a little too far forward, your breath leaves you in a whoosh before the pain sets in, letting you know you’ve overdone it just a bit—and just when things were getting good, too. Ever the protector, Hotch readjusts your pillows and presses the call button for the nurse as you let out a whimper. Soon enough, a nurse makes her way into the room and asks you how you are—brilliant—and what level your pain is at—an eight—before giving you a very welcome round of pain meds.
As your body relaxes and your mind starts to drift, you turn your gaze to Aaron, still by your side. He kisses your cheek and then your forehead softly as you close your eyes. Safe for now.
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Art.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, little bit of Angst
Warnings: jealousy and insecurity
Requested: nope
Summary: In which Steve is into art but Y/N is not.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Haven't got anything to say specifically so,,, enjoy the fic! Hope you like it!
[Y/H - Your Hobby]
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"Oh my God, this is awesome!"
"It is, isn't it?" Y/N smiled softly, staring at the pure joy on Steve Rogers' face as he stared at the beautiful painting in front of him. "So much! Ah, realistic paintings, they're always so amazing. Do you like them?" he grinned, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Sure, they look cool," Y/N shrugged, not really understanding the painting. It was aesthetically pleasing, though.
Well, anything to make her boyfriend happy. They were at an art gallery in Brooklyn, which Steve loved to visit. Y/N, knowing how much Steve liked art, and her, always accompanied him. Steve and Y/N had been dating for nearly a year now. "Yeah! I know you aren't into art, but thanks for coming."
Y/N scoffed, burrowing closer to him. "You're my boyfriend, bro, anything for you." She giggled when he gave her a playful shove, immediately pulling her back to him. "Don't call me that, I'm your boyfriend," he chided jokingly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Sure you are." Steve laughed, ruffling her hair.
"We've been together for a year." They stood in front of an abstract painting. Just as Y/N was about to retort, they heard someone clearing their throat. Turning around, they saw a woman standing there, smiling at them. "Hello, I'm Tiffany! You're Steve Rogers, if I'm correct?" she addressed the man.
"I am, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N," Steve answered with a polite smile, unconsciously pulling Y/N closer to him. He didn't like the way Tiffany was looking at him. "This is my painting, do you like it?" Tiffany asked. There was something off about her... "Ah, sure sure, it looks really good." Even though he didn't trust Tiffany, he couldn't lie about the art.
"Thank you! What do you think about it, Y/N?" Tiffany turned her smile unto Y/N. The woman blinked and glanced at the art. "It's nice," she shrugged truthfully. "Ooh, I'm so glad! The meaning is truly wonderful, I worked hard on it," Tiffany clapped her hands. "Yeah… the meaning…" Y/N cleared her throat, looking away from her.
"If you wanna see more of my art, you're very welcome to check it out! This one is on sale, actually, if you would consider," Tiffany offered, looking directly at Steve. "Oh no, not here to buy anything, just to admire," Steve chuckled, waving his arm in dismissal. "Okay, okay, but if you want to ever talk about art, you can give me a call. Toodles!"
With that, Tiffany handed Steve a business card, turned around and left. Steve stared at the card he involuntarily accepted, scrunching his nose. "Oh God, that—" He cursed, throwing the card into a nearby trash can. "What about her? I think she was lovely," Y/N lied, giving him a quick smile.
"She was clearly condescending! Ugh!" Steve rolled his eyes, "Anyway, we don't wanna ruin our day. Let's continue with the art!" Y/N's mind wandered as she casually latched on Steve's arm, ignoring the words he was saying to her. She couldn't help but think about Tiffany and how it was clear that she was hitting on her boyfriend.
To be honest, Tiffany was kind of better than her. Steve and Y/N had no common interests, why was he even interested in her? Why wasn't he into Tiffany? Steve's main attraction was art, he loved it more than anything else in the world and yet he continued to be with a woman who had absolutely no curiosity in said thing.
Why?!
Y/N softly groaned.
Oh no, this was gonna be a problem.
Which she was gonna fix.
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Impressionism is a 19th-century art movement characterized by relatively small, thin, yet visible brush strokes, open composition, emphasis on accurate depiction of light in its changing qualities (often accentuating the effects of the passage of time), ordinary subject matter, inclusion of movement as a crucial...
Y/N blinked and yawned, throwing her phone on the bed. "Ugh! Why is art so fucking boring and frustrating?!" she moaned, rubbing a hand over her face. She sat up all of a sudden, squinting at the clock in the corner of the room. It was 4:56 am. "Or maybe I'm just tired…" She lay back down on the bed and kept her phone away.
The thing is, ever since that one visit to the art gallery, Y/N's little confusion about Tiffany and Steve had turned into the biggest insecurity of hers. Since that time, she had been limiting her meetings with Steve, as was she learning more about the thing that made Steve most happy: Art.
Steve hadn't questioned her as of yet, which was good. He didn't suspect a thing. She knew he didn't like Tiffany, given how he had called her unsavory things and also immediately threw her business card in the trash. Y/N just couldn't help feeling like she didn't belong with Captain America, Steve Rogers.
Steve, meanwhile, also awake, was sitting on the balcony in his room, thinking about his girlfriend. Why had she been acting so weird for the past one month? Absolutely refused to be around him for more than half-an-hour, sounded tired every time they talked and knew surprisingly a lot about paintings.
How? And why? He sighed and got up, stumbling into his bedroom. A little talk tomorrow won't hurt, right? Running a hand through his hair, he plopped down on the bed, lay down and finally decided to sleep.
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"Y/N? Sweetie, can I talk to you?" Y/N glanced at Steve. "Yeah, what happened?" she smiled when he sat next to her, putting an arm around her. "Is everything okay with you? Lately you've been… kind of strange," he whispered. "I'm fine! Just having trouble sleeping, that's it," Y/N muttered, resting her head on his shoulder.
They were sitting in his room at the Stark Tower. "No, it's something else. I've known you for a year, my love, tell me. I'm here for you," he assured her, brushing her hair with his fingers. "Fine! It's Tiffany! She got into my head," Y/N groaned, burying her face in his neck. "Her?! That— sorry," Steve blushed when Y/N gave him a pointed look.
"Look, I get it, man. You're Captain America, you're America's hottest man or something and women literally flock to you all the time but she— she likes art. Just like you do. You both know so much about it, it's insane! I'm only thinking, why am I with you? I've never been interested in art, and Tiffany actually seems like a fun person to be around."
"So you got a little insecure?" Steve teased, pressing his lips to her temple. "I haven't slept in a month! Why do you think I know so much about art all of a sudden?" Y/N huffed, looking away from him. He froze. She gave up her sleep just to make sure she was… worthy of his affections?
"You're lying."
"I'm not lying. I slept at 6 am yesterday. Today, technically speaking. I had to be at my job at 8, and I got half an hour of sleep all because I was researching impressionist art— Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N deadpanned. Steve continued to stare at her, a look of disbelief and incredulity on his face.
"I want to tell you something very important." He pulled away and turned to sit face-to-face with her. "What's that?" she mumbled. "I love you. I love you so much, Y/N, you're the most gorgeous woman I've seen, we are happy together and I like that. We have different interests, of course I know that, but it doesn't matter."
"Why doesn't it?"
"Because when we're together, next to each other, I have the best time of my life. Everything is blissful when you're with me and it's… it is euphoric. You don't need to learn about art just to hang out with me, I like rambling to you! Unlike artists, who would most definitely interrupt me at all times, you listen. And I like that. I also love listening to you talk about Y/H."
Y/N teared up at his words. "Thank you," she managed to blurt out, sniffling when Steve laughed and pulled her into his arms. "Off the bat, I knew what that bratty woman wanted. But I didn't want it because I already have it better," he chuckled, rubbing her back in soothing motions.
"I love you too," Y/N mumbled into his shoulder, smiling softly when she felt him pressing a kiss to the top of her head. All of a sudden, there were knocks on the door. "Come in," Steve called out and Sam poked his head into the room. "Steve, we have a meeting in 15 minutes, just a heads up. Hi Y/N!"
"Hi Sam!" Y/N greeted enthusiastically. "I see you're doing better now," Steve smiled, wiping her tears away when Sam left. "I needed to talk and we did, I'm… I'm not insecure anymore," Y/N admitted, playing with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing. "I'm glad we could sort this out. I gotta go now, talk to you later?"
"I'm not going anywhere. Bye!"
She smiled when he leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss. "I love you!" he called out when he left the room. "I love you— close the door, you turd!" She laughed loudly when he turned around with a raised eyebrow. "I love you too, Steve," she grinned cheekily, bursting into boisterous laughter when he closed the door behind him.
Outside, Steve only smiled, happy that his girlfriend was doing much better.
See, a little conversation didn't hurt.
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A/N: Hope you liked it! Leave a like if you did, thanks for reading!
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Hooked
I cannot stop thinking about!!! Tendou in the desert. Mainly because I went for a walk and found a bunch of creepy stuff, and Tendou would fit right into the creepy-desert-aesthetic. (also..... he’d be the type to have a meth trailer out in the middle of nowhere lol)
(What to expect - bad writing, a dead body, Tendou being weird. No NSFW)
He’s just absolutely batshit crazy. There’s no explanation for his actions.
Like you go for a walk in the mountains, intent on seeing a beautiful, iconic desert sunset, skies dyed pink, purple, orange and red.
It gets dark faster than you anticipated though, and you’re left trying to stumble back to your car in the pitch black night, temperature quickly dropping.
And of course, you aren’t prepared at all. It’s the desert, it isn’t supposed to get cold. So you’re shivering, freezing, skin going numb, starting to feel a bit sluggish as you wonder how the fuck it’s so fucking cold.
There’s a light off in the distance, maybe your car? Had you left the light on?
Stumbling closer, tripping over rocks and trying to avoid cactus, you try to focus on the light, on the outline. It almost looks too high to be your car.
Then you hit the dirt, foot twisting over a rock, causing you to crash onto your side, landing your hip directly onto a cactus. You screech at the stinging pain that stabs into your hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.
It hurts to stand up, and you can’t even assess the damage done, because it’s dark and as soon as you try to feel your hip, sharp spines make you cry out, pulling your hand back.
All that’s left for you to do is cry as you make your way towards the light, hoping, praying it’s your car.
As you limp closer, tears dripping down your face at the pain of the cactus spines, the cold, your now-sore ankle, you quickly discern that the light’s source comes from a house.
Specifically, a trailer.
There’s junk everywhere, piles of it, and you trip over a few stray.... well, you can’t really make out what it is, with how dark it is. But you make it to the door.
And yeah, this is super creepy. You’re out in the middle of nowhere, it’s dark, with no flashlight, no jacket. You’re vulnerable, but you’re so freaking cold, and you think there’s blood on your leg from where you’ve been stabbed with the cactus spines.
You need help.
So you gather up the courage, pray that there’s someone home, that it’s not a serial killer, and knock on the door of the trailer.
There’s a loud thump, high pitched, muffled cursing, then some shuffling. The clicking of locks on the door, and then it swings open, revealing a man holding a shotgun.
Well fuck.
He’s lanky, thin and wirey, wild red hair tangled on top of his head. Large, hooded eyes squint at you sleepily, before the man cocks his head.
“You lost?”
“Uhm, yeah..... hi.” You sniffle out, and the man’s eyes visibly widen as he realizes you’re crying, in nothing but a short sleeve shirt and a pair of pants, standing out in the cold.
The inside of the trailer is warm, and it makes your cheeks, ears, and frozen hands tingle as feeling begins returning to them. How had it gotten so cold in the fucking desert?
The man introduces himself as Tendou Satori, deputy of Shiratorizawa county. He’s not lying to you either, has the badge, the uniform - it even explains the shotgun.
He clicks his tongue when you limp inside, as light falls upon your hip and shows your jeans darkened with blood. Tells you to warm up first, sit in front of the heater vent, then he’ll help you with the cactus.
“What’re you doing way out here? City’s kinda far.”
“I was gonna watch the sunset, take pictures ‘n stuff.” You offered, wrapping the blanket he had provided more firmly around yourself. His gaze makes you uncomfortable, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like he’s going to do anything bad, he’s a police deputy.
His eyes are so flat though, still hooded even though he’s very much awake. Maybe that’s just the way he looks, but it’s a bit creepy.
“Didn’t think it’d get dark as fast as it did? Is that why you were wanderin’ around out there?”
You nodded. “Didn’t know it could get so cold either.”
Tendou chuckles, high pitched, and you wince. He sounds like a creepy funhouse clown when he laughs like that. “Ehehe, lots of people get caught off guard by desert weather. Think it’s hot all the time, can’t even imagine that it gets a bit chilly. You’re lucky I’m posted up here, otherwise you’d be a popsicle by morning!”
He was so nonchalant about the idea of you freezing to death, you didn’t know how to respond.
Luckily, you had warmed up enough to stop shaking, teeth no longer clattering together. Tendou told you to stay put while he got supplies to fix up “Your little owie!”
It was much more than a ‘little’ wound.
The trailer was filled with thick awkwardness as Tendou asked you to peel off your pants so he could get to the spines embedded in your skin. He didn’t seem to understand that you felt a little embarrassed, didn’t even turn his back as you slowly pushed them to your ankles, wincing as they dragged over your bloodied hip.
“Ok-ay! Now, this’ll hurt, so try not to scream a whole bunch, right?”
And then he was digging in with tweezers, delicately extracting cactus spines from your puffy, swollen hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.
It hurt, badly, and you started crying again, much to your embarrassment. Tendou didn’t seem to mind, kept his eyes fixed on your bloody leg as he quickly tended to it.
“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry. You’ll have to hydrate a bunch after I’m done though.”
“Why does it hurt so much? Are they poisonous?” You yelped as the man tugged on a particularly painful spine, furrowing his brows in concentration as he pulled it out.
“Oh! It’s cause they’re like little meat hooks.” He looked up at you, smiling, holding his most recent extraction with his tweezers so you could see. “They get pretty attached once they get in you, hehe, but I’ll make you better.”
Forty minutes later had Tendou finishing up, finally deeming you cactus-free after a thorough inspection. He had plucked out the large spines with tweezers, before running his hand over your skin, stilling you when you flinched, explaining that he was feeling for the small needles.
You felt insanely uncomfortable, with his hands and face that close to such an intimate area.
“All do-ne!” The man sang, straightening his back, giving you a gleaming smile. His lips stretched too far over his teeth. “Now, I’ll get you some pants, and some water. You want to sleep in the bed with me? Or on the couch?”
What?
The panicked confusion must be evident on your face, because Tendou cackled, standing up, towering over you.
“Can’t go back out there, you wanna die? Gotta stay until mornin’.”
“The couch please.” The choice was easy, and Tendou nodded, before disappearing through a doorway into a dark room, coming back with an armful of blankets. He tossed a pair of pajama pants at you from the pile, but you hesitated in putting them on.
“Um.... Mr.? Can I have something to wipe off the blood?” It was crusted on your leg, dried and dark brown now.
Tendou turned from making up the couch, blinked at you slowly, looked at your leg. “Guess I should do that!”
You had to wait a bit longer, until he had arranged the couch to his liking, before the strange man fetched a wet washcloth to wipe off your leg with.
It was warm, and he was thorough as he sponged off the blood. The way he licked his lips while doing so made you feel a bit uneasy.
When you were finally clean, you tugged on your new pants quickly, finally feeling a bit more comfortable now that you were no longer exposed.
“Wanna eat before you go to bed? I have-” Tendou bent to shuffle through his fridge. “-Oh! I have applesauce! and crackers! Yum Yum!” Both items were held aloft triumphantly.
Who kept crackers in the fridge?
You just wanted to go to sleep.
“I’m good, thank you though.”
“Okay, beddy-bye time then I guess.” Why did he talk so childishly?
You tried to relax as he turned out the lights, bidding you good night as he shuffled back through the doorway, apparently into his bedroom.
Tomorrow you’d find your car, and everything would be fine.
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Tendou was sitting on the couch when you woke up, your bare feet in his lap.
“Good morning~!” His voice was so loud, you were wincing at the volume, at the sunlight streaming through the dingy curtains, at your first good look at his trailer - he’d kept it dark last night, only turning on one light.
It was clean, well, as clean as a trailer could be. Nothing suspicious or worrisome.
“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The man questioned, suddenly leaning far too close, his hand sliding up your calf.
“Oh-uhm-” You stuttered, blushing at the proximity, the foreign touch. “I should go find my car...”
Tendou rolled his eyes, backing off quickly. “Too boring. Also too far. It’ll hurt to walk, you won’t be able to make it.”
You raised an eyebrow, immediately testing out his claim, hissing in pain as soon as you moved your leg.
Apparently, it was swollen and sore.
He was right, walking hurt, and you barely hobbled to the little bathroom without Tendou’s assistance. Maybe he could go find your car and bring it here? It had to be close by, you hadn’t been walking for that long last night...
“So!” Tendou clapped his hands, and you started, almost bumping into him as he stood, leaning over you on the couch. “Tell me about yourself, it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone over. You have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Where’s your family? I’ve always wanted someone to keep me company here.”
“Woah, wait, what?”
Tendou chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re going to stay here with me now! I think we should get to know each other a bit, don’t you?”
Staying with him? Here? What was going on?
“Um, Mr.-”
“Tendou... or Satori, your choice.” The man interjected, before moving to flop down next to you on the couch.
“Tendou-” You continued. “-I can’t stay here. I need to find my car, and drive back to the city, back to my home. My roommate will be worried...”
“Home is here.” His tone was so matter-of-fact, it shocked you silent.
“You had a roommate though? How fun!!” He chirped, and you didn’t miss the emphasis on “had”. “You ever have sex with them?”
Tendou had moved in a second, pressed to your side, his face too close to yours, and you panicked.
“I gotta go. Really, I’m sorry, thank you for helping me out last night but I need to get going-” You were on your feet, ignoring the pain lancing through your leg as you hobbled quickly to the door, throwing it open.
A hand tugged on your shirt, pulling you off balance and forcing you to step backwards.
“You’re leaving? But I did so much for you, you haven’t even paid me back...”
His grip on your shirt was firm, but you wriggled and writhed until he was forced to let go. “I-I promise I’ll pay you when I get to my car. My wallet’s there, you can have everything in it-”
You pushed forward, through the door, barely dodging Tendou’s grabby hands. This wasn’t right, there was something off about him, you needed to get away.
“I don’t want you to go.” But you weren’t listening to his suddenly deep, serious voice. Instead, you were frantically looking around, trying to figure out which way you had come from last night.
There was nothing but cactus, rocks, and dirt.
“I was wishing for company the other day, y’know? It gets so lonely here, the sheriff isn’t a good conversationalist.”
The sheriff?
You whirled around, Tendou standing in the door, looking off to the side. You followed his gaze, saw the lawn chair, the upturned bucket next to it, two empty bottles of beer. There were more bottles littering the ground.... there was another lawn chair-
-and the fully-dressed body of a sheriff, half-decayed, sat in it.
You didn’t even think to scream; who would hear you out here? All you did was run, adrenaline roaring through your veins and letting you forget about your wounded leg.
“Wait!” Tendou called after you gleefully, bouncing out of the doorway. “You’re hurting his feelings! Ahehehe!!”
The man was deranged.
And you very quickly realized that there was no where to run.
Nowhere to hide.
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You couldn’t see your car, or anything that looked familiar. The only sounds in the air was the panting of your own breath, your feet thudding slowly underneath you as your initial shock wore off, as the adrenaline left you, as the pain returned.
It had only been a few minutes since you took off, speeding away from the unhinged madman. You were left wondering if he was really the deputy - maybe he’d killed the deputy, stolen his uniform.
Then you wondered why there was a dead sheriff in his yard. Had no one come looking for him? Where was the sheriff’s car? What was even going on?
It’s warm, the sun beginning to beat down on you relentlessly, and you curse the desert. Curse it’s unbearable heat during the day, it’s frigid temperatures at night.
“Pretty girl!!! I found you~!” Tendou’s shrill voice had you jerking your head around, frantically trying to see where the man was. Had he been following you? Where was he, there was nothing he could hide behind!
“You want to go for a ride in my fancy car? Is that it? I’ll take you to dinner, then we’ll kiss under the moon!” The man cackled, and you determined that the voice was coming from your left.
But... there was nothing there?
Tentative, painful steps forward, towards his voice. Where was he? If you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t fight him. You needed to know where the creep was.
A careful step.
A careful step.
A careful st-
A terrified scream tore from your lungs as your foot seemingly plunged into thin air, immediately landing you on your butt as you slide down a steep incline.
It was a ravine.
You tumbled down into it’s depths, getting scraped by rocks and brush. Luckily, you slammed into something solid, metal, and it stopped your tumultuous motion.
Gaining your bearings, you stared hard at the door of the police car you’d just collided with, before a hand popped out of the window, waving at you.
“Beep beep!” Tendou snickered, his flat eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. “Let’s mess around, I’ve heard doing it in a car is fun.”
There’s no one around to hear you scream.
#tendou#Tendou satori#Yandere tendou#insane Tendou#yandere#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu!!#DARK haikyuu#dark tendou#satori#satori smut#Tendou satori smut#oneshot
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Can yoy maybe write about sirius getting injured during a game, and remus gatting so frustrated because hes not the PT anymore so he cant help him right away?
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Yes, indeed! We haven’t done any angst/ hurt comfort in a while and I’ve been noodling around with this idea for a bit now. Thanks for the recommendation! Sweater Weather credit belongs to @lumosinlove!
TW for unconsciousness, mild concussion, beginnings of panic, and bruising
Sirius hit the ice, and he didn’t get up.
Remus’ heart skipped a beat.
He was next to him in an instant, gloves and helmet long forgotten as he carefully unbuckled Sirius’ chin strap. A fight had broken out behind him, but he tuned it out—he knew this process. He was trained for this.
But this was Sirius he was holding, Sirius whose eyes were still fucking closed and even though his breathing was steady he was limp in Remus’ arms.
Pulse. Check.
Eyes. Glassy under the eyelids.
Patient nonresponsive to his name or touch.
Stop shaking, Remus ordered his hands as he worked through his list. Stop it right now. You have a degree, you were trained for this.
“Mr. Lupin, please move so we can take a look,” a new voice said.
“I’m helping.”
“Mr. Lupin, we’re the medics here—”
“I’m helping,” Remus snapped. “His breathing is even but he’s nonresponsive, possible concussion.”
“We need to make room for the medics.”
“I am the fucking medic.”
Emmeline’s hand was gentle but firm on his bicep. “Remus, you’re a player now. Let us do our job. We’ll take good care of him.”
“Let me help.” Why is my voice breaking? I’m perfectly calm. “Please, let me help.”
“You already did.” Slowly, he scooted aside so she could kneel by Sirius’ shoulder and run the same tests Remus had just cleared him for.
“I already did that—”
“Remus.”
“I’m sorry.” The fingers that laid cold in his palm twitched and Remus immediately leaned forward again as Sirius’ eyes opened. “Sirius? Sirius, can you hear me?”
Sirius muttered something and Emmeline glanced behind Remus; a moment later, he felt someone’s hands pulling him up from under his arms. “Come on, Loops, give them space,” James murmured.
“Let go, I can help.” Remus struggled, but James’ arm was a steel bar across his chest as he skated backwards a few feet. Sirius was looking around now, answering questions with a dizzy expression. “James, he needs me—he needs me, I can help.”
“The best thing you can do is take some deep breaths with me. In and out, Re, in and out.”
Sirius stood on unsteady legs and leaned on the medics for support as they practically carried him off the ice; the rest of the team skated after them at a safe distance, all clearly worried. No limp, no wincing, red cheeks, headache? Concussion? No broken bones, no soft tissue damage, please God let him be alright. Something warm trickled down Remus’ chin. “I can help.”
“You already did.”
“Stop it,” he said harshly. “Stop it, don’t tell me that. I can do more, I have to do more, it’s my job.”
“No, it’s not.”
“He’s my—” Remus’ voice gave out. “He’s Sirius.”
“I know.”
Logan was skating back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in front of the bench, his eyes locked on Sirius’ retreating back. The hit replayed in Remus’ mind—clean, fast, brutal. A simple trip over a misplaced stick, then Sirius flying headfirst into the boards and going limp as the dumb fucking rookie scrambled to his feet.
Dumo went over and led Logan into a side hug by his elbow. A tremor visibly ran through Logan’s body and Remus went cold. Had he missed something? What was it? What test didn’t he run—
“Sit with me.” It wasn’t a question. He nodded, and James guided him to the bench, past Logan and Dumo as they talked quietly in French.
“Lupin, are you alright?” Coach asked before they even came off the ice.
“They wouldn’t let me help,” he said weakly.
Something akin to pity crossed his face. “We’ve got six minutes left. Sit this one out.”
“I can play.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Will someone please just let me be useful?” Remus startled himself a bit with his volume and felt James’ hands go slack with surprise on his arms. He swiped furiously at the sweat—not sweat, it felt different—that covered his cheeks. “Please, Coach.”
“You’re done for this game,” Arthur repeated, though his voice was kind. Remus wanted to hate it, but he couldn’t. “We’ll keep you updated. Pots, go get Tremzy off the ice. You’re on for this shift.”
“Yes, Coach,” James said, giving Remus a quick squeeze. “Deep breaths. He’ll be alright.”
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Sirius was still in the PT room when the final buzzer went off; Lions win, 3-2. Remus barely got his pads off before he went running down the hall with Logan hot on his heels, leaving their gear scattered haphazardly in their stalls.
Emmeline was just closing the door when they arrived. “Can we see him? Is he okay? Concussion protocol was updated so my tests might not have been enough but is he still awake?” Remus blurted out in a single rushed breath.
She didn’t miss a beat. “He’s up and talking. We think it’s a very mild concussion that just hit a little weird and knocked him around.” Logan’s grip tightened on his forearm and her eyes flickered down to it. “Both of you can relax. You’re welcome to go in if you like.”
They were halfway through the door before she was even done speaking. Sirius was sitting upright on the PT table, still in his under armour and holding an ice pack to the side of his head. He lit up when he saw them. “Hey, I was just—”
“Are you okay?” Remus demanded. He pulled the ice away and prodded the bruised skin, then stared directly into Sirius’ eyes to check for any lack of focus. He looked alert, which was a good sign. “You look worried. Does it hurt? Are the lights—”
“Re.” His hand folded over Remus’, and tears clogged his throat. “I’m fine. Emmeline and the team cleared me, and Hestia did all the tests. Did we win?”
“Yeah,” Logan said quietly. “Coach didn’t let either of us back on the ice.”
“Who fucking cares about the game?” Anger flared in Remus, hot and sudden. “You were unconscious.”
Sirius remained infuriatingly calm. “I was.”
“You—you hit the boards and you didn’t get up.” Eyes not open. Breathing shallow, but even. Heart rate steady. Follow the process. “Sirius, you didn’t get up.”
“I promise I’m okay.” He reached out and pulled Remus close, rubbing small circles on his back with one hand and reeling Logan in with the other. “It was a rough hit, that’s all.”
“They wouldn’t let me help you,” Remus whispered. His voice was muffled in Sirius’ shoulder and he tucked his face into his neck, holding him even tighter. “I’m so sorry, love.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Sirius placed a small kiss behind his ear. “Est-ce que ça va, Tremz?”
“Ouais, plus bien maintenant.” They shifted slightly as Logan pressed his forehead to Sirius’ with a sniffle. “Don’t fucking do that again.”
“Seconded,” Remus muttered.
“Got it,” Sirius laughed lightly, kissing the tops of both their heads before releasing them. His eyebrows rose as he spotted something over their shoulders. “Um, hello.”
“Hey,” nine Lions said from the doorway. Emmeline looked mildly amused at their sardine-crammed position. James drummed his fingers on the doorframe and tapped his foot at the same time; if they didn’t come over in the next five seconds, Remus was afraid he might explode.
“Is our turn now?” Kuny ventured, standing on his tiptoes to see over the rest. “Cap still okay? Not hugged to dead?”
“Death,” Nado corrected quietly.
“Cap not hugged to death?”
“Really, I’m fine,” Sirius laughed as they all tumbled inside, rushing to check in on him. Remus noticed Logan place himself like a brick wall if someone got too close to Sirius and felt a wave of affection go all the way down to his toes.
“Give him space,” Emmeline reminded them from the door. “The concussion is mild, but it’s there.”
“I would love to see you try to get those boys out of here,” Hestia snorted as she entered. She raised a questioning eyebrow at Remus and he nodded to her; she winked and shot him a quick smile before grabbing the clipboard off the wall.
“Treatment plan?” he guessed as she tore a piece of paper off and handed it to him. Dumo was still hugging Sirius in a vice grip.
“It’s so nice to have someone who understands this stuff,” she sighed. “Pretty easy, to be honest. I’ve written a few reminders, but you know the drill.”
“Thank you, Hestia. Really.”
She nudged him with her elbow. “I promised to take care of your boys, didn’t I? Have a little faith, Loops.”
“I have so much faith in you it’s embarrassing.”
She laughed at that, throwing her head back and clapping him on the shoulder. “I guess that’s what happens when someone tapes your face back together, huh?”
“Exactly. Can I take him home now?”
“Go easy for the next couple weeks,” she teased.
Remus rolled his eyes and stuck the paper in his back pocket. “Alright, alright, very funny.”
“You should probably go home and get some rest, though. He’s not allowed on the ice for the rest of the week and I, for one, don’t want to be the person breaking that particular news.”
“What?” She left with a final kiss blown in his direction; unfortunately, Sirius did not seem to have overheard her. “Wait, you don’t get to just leave! That’s such a cop out!”
“What’s a cop out?” Sirius asked.
Remus closed his eyes and huffed. This is going to be fun.
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The Marriage Project (12)
Hi all!!! This is the long awaited 12th chapter! It took months of rewrites of not only this chapter, but future ones as well to ensure this was written to the best of my ability.
This chapter marks the heaviest moment in this story, so please, please be mindful of the content warnings for this chapter. I marked the section that includes this moment.
I also chose not to add tags so that this is not everyone's first impression of this series!
Masterlist
Word Count: 2700
Warnings: s*xual ass*ult, language, alcohol consumption, blood/injury mention
% end of the first week of November- cont. %
Throughout the game, you and the other homecoming court members (aside from any football players or cheerleaders) had been sitting on the sidelines right in front of the student section, so you were somewhat able to talk to your friends.
The team was playing good in the first half. It was probably Tom’s best game that you’d ever seen. At halftime, they did the “official” crowning of court members and recognized football and cheer seniors.
The seniors were presented first, having their parents with them as they walked across the field. They started with the cheer team so Daisy could change back into her white dress.
Then came the court recognitions, you and Tom stepping onto the field after everyone else as the crowd cheered and clapped.
Tom’s arm linked around yours as he helped you stay steady walking across the grass, since your heels weren't quite meant for the soft ground. Someone handed you a large bundle of roses and you smiled widely.
The bright lights, the cheers, the smile Tom gave you.
It was a moment burned into your memory forever.
Then it was over, and the team went back to their game, winning 42-27, their best win by far all season.
You were saying your final thank you’s to people’s congratulatory comments as you began heading out to the parking lot. Alexis caught up with you amidst the chaos.
“You still on for Tyler’s? I’ll drive,” she offered.
“Yeah. Let’s go home so I can change and then we’ll head out, okay?” you said, finally getting to your car.
She followed you to your house, where you changed into a tight long-sleeved bodysuit, skinny jeans, and some heeled booties. You also packed some other things into a bag to sleep at Alexis’s house later.
You told your parents you were staying the night at her house. They definitely knew better by the way you’d left on your makeup and put on real clothes, but didn’t question you, instead tossing out a “stay safe” and “don’t do anything stupid” as you headed out the door.
Things were pretty much in full swing by the time you and Alexis pulled into the yard outside Tyler’s house and found your friends inside, red solo cups in hand. The speakers were blaring something with a strong beat and most people were dancing.
You had a white claw to loosen up. After having refrained from partying throughout volleyball season, Alexis would be designated driver for the night to let you have your fun. You saw plenty of football players hanging around but didn’t find Tom anywhere.
Weird.
*CW below*
After a little bit, you ran off to use the bathroom just down a hall. You went alone since it would only be a couple minutes, you knew everyone there, and weren’t drunk.
When you stepped back into the hall, you almost ran into a large figure. It was Harrison.
“Oh, hi there, little lady,” he sneered.
“Fuck off, Harrison.” you commanded, brushing past him. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you back.
“I don’t think you want to be saying that to me,” he pinned you against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol. You looked around, but it was dark and no one was close enough to see your predicament.
“What the hell do you want? I’m just here to have fun.”
“And what do you think I’m doing huh? Don’t think I forgot about that little stunt you pulled going to Johnson. It’s your fault I missed two games.”
“Don’t think so buddy. Maybe if you respected women you wouldn’t have been in trouble in the first place. Now get off me,” you commanded, trying to push forward.
Big mistake.
He drove a knee between your legs and placed a hand over your chest, gripping your breast so tightly it hurt. For the first time, you were actually scared, but still stared directly into his eyes.
“Nah. I just think you’re too much of a pussy to take me. Now you’re gonna stay quiet or something much worse is gonna come to you,” he threatened, then placed his lips on your neck.
You squeezed your eyes shut to focus your thoughts. It was like you were frozen in shock and pain.
His other hand started sliding up the inside of your thigh when you panicked, kneeing him in the groin and shoving him from you before sending a fist into his jaw.
You were thankful he was drunk, as it made him disoriented and off balance.
Harrison reeled back, looking at you in confusion as he bent over, holding his mouth in pain. There was blood around his gums. He looked at you angrily before another voice called out.
“What the hell is going on here? I thought I told you to stay away from her,” Tom seethed. There was a fire in his eyes that you’d never seen before.
“You think I really care what you have to say? I was just trying to teach y/n a little lesson about consequences,” Harrison replied, slurring his words, before spitting blood onto the hardwood floor and pointing a finger right in your face. “You really think a couple hits are going to stop m-”
Tom was about to step forward to do something when rage overtook you and you threw another punch to his nose, causing him to fall backwards unconscious.
Tom looked down in shock at the limp body beneath you, then back up to you. Once your eyes met, his features softened.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked, stepping over Harrison and guiding you away from him. As you finally began processing what had happened, tears slipped down your cheeks.
“I… he- he…” you couldn’t get the words out and your breath quickened.
“Hey, hey. I know. You don’t have to say anything. It wasn't your fault. Can I hug you?”
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You sniffled and nodded, not meeting his eyes. He engulfed you in his arms, rubbing your back as you buried your face in his neck. Your chest throbbed from Harrison’s grip and knuckles ached from where they’d met his face twice.
After a few minutes, you straightened up and wiped your face, trying to be tough. Harrison was still out cold on the floor.
“Do you want me to go get your friends?” he asked, to which you nodded. He ran off and only a minute later came Alexis and Caroline.
They fawned over you, making sure you were okay. Tom put a hand on either of your arms and looked you directly in the eyes.
“I’m going to make sure he and his awful friends leave, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
The girls led you back into the bathroom while Tom began dragging Harrison off. They helped you clean the mascara stains on your cheeks and make sure you were okay. After about 10 minutes, you finally felt confident enough to go back out.
When you got back to the main room, word had it that Tom, Jake, Chris, and some of the other guys were making sure Harrison’s crew would leave and not come back.
Knowing that you were safe from him finally, you decided to drink in the hopes of forgetting what happened for a little bit and have some fun. You started off with a shot of strawberry lemonade vodka, which led to shotgunning a beer and tossing back another shot (or two) of bacardi.
Not a half hour later and you were plastered. You went crazy on the dance floor, jumping around like a fool as different people came up to dance with you.
You were barely aware of what you were doing and extremely clumsy. The room was turning as you clambered up onto a table. You were spinning in circles until your shoe’s heel missed the edge and you started to topple over.
You couldn’t even react, but after a second realized you hadn’t hit the ground, and were instead in Tom’s arms.
“Alright I think it’s time for you to take a breather,” he said. It was hard to understand him as his voice sounded distant. He carried you out of the warm room and outside, where the cold air hit you like a truck. He set you down on the edge of Tyler’s porch.
“Y/n are you okay? After everything that happened I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
What he said wasn’t funny, but you found yourself cackling anyways.
“Better than everrr! Did you see my twerking?”
“Yes, yes I did. Are you feeling okay? Your face is super red. You aren’t nauseous?”
You shook your head with a big grin.
“I’m fiiiineee, pretty boy. Just because you’re my husssband doesn’t mean you have to follow me everywhere! I’m alllll gooood.” You slumped onto his shoulder, still giggling.
“Alright, princess. Let’s just chill here for now alright? I’ll text Alexis in a little bit.”
You sat in silence twisting your star ring as you began to cool down and your hearing was returning to normal. Tom was rubbing his thumb over your shoulder and had you drinking your second cup of water, but the effects of the alcohol were still present.
“Tom?” you whispered. He hummed. “You’re a really good husband.”
He chuckled.
“You think so?” he paused. “I think you’re a pretty good wife, too. No matter how much trouble you manage to get us both in.”
After a little longer, you felt yourself getting sleepy as the night took its toll on you. Alexis came outside and rushed over.
“Hey! I was looking everywhere. Sorry I didn’t see your text. Let’s go, y/n. You’ve had a looong night.”
Tom picked you up from the porch and led you to the car, half carrying you. He helped you into the car and buckled you up, then stood leaning in the doorway.
“Thanks for your help, Tom. Glad you were there for us,” Alexis said with a small grin as she buckled in.
“Of course. I’d do anything for her,” he replied, giving you a wink before shutting the door and waving. Alexis had barely pulled out of the driveway when she looked at you.
“Okay spill. What’s been going on with you and Tom?” she asked in a serious tone. She was clearly using the alcohol against you, and even though you were much more aware than before, you still started talking.
“I think I really like him.”
“Like we didn’t all already know that. I meant what have you been hiding from me the past three months? I know there’s more to the story.”
You sighed.
“It started last month, when Tom beat up… you know… the first time. We held hands on his bedroom floor that weekend until his mom accidentally walked in. And then we took those pictures and kept saying all these flirty things. I accidentally caught him naked, don’t ask.”
“Oh I’m definitely asking about that later. But continue.”
“Well then I stayed for dinner that Thursday and Sam caught us in the kitchen goofing around. Oh, and then last weekend we kissed, and-”
“YOU WHAT NOW?” she yelled, causing you to wince at the sound before you started rambling.
“We didn’t really kiss per se… It’s because we were fake dating for that couple. It just kinda happened! And now we’re going to homecoming together but it was supposed to be a secret so… don’t tell anyone before dinner tomorrow. Or tonight I guess since it’s Saturday morning.”
“I knew it. Dammit I knew it! Why didn’t you just tell me!”
“You’d make fun of me! Do you think I want to like him? We’ve been at each other’s throats all this time and now I’m just supposed to forget all that because of a little crush? You don’t get it, Lex. It’s not like he’d ever feel the same way.”
You looked out the car window, trying to settle your breathing after getting worked up. Your head hurt and you were still thirsty. Alexis pulled into her driveway and cut the engine.
“I know I would clown you about it, and I probably still will, but we’re friends for a reason. And you’re joking, right? Everyone knows Tom is head over heels in love with you.”
“What? No way.”
“Yes way! Have you not seen the way he looks at you, and follows you like a puppy dog, and gets so protective over you? I mean come on, y/n. He literally said he’d do anything for you and winked before we left. You must be blind to not see that.”
You sat and tried to think about it for a minute, wondering if she was right about him.
“Let’s go in, y/n. It’s getting cold and you need to sleep it off. You’re not going to have a fun morning, that’s for sure.”
You followed her into the house, trying not to stumble. Your balance definitely wasn’t all there. Her garage door led straight to the kitchen where you chugged a glass of water and took some antacids, grabbing more water to take to her room.
You went into the bathroom to shower off the makeup and sweat and hairspray. When you got out and looked in the mirror, you saw the way your chest was reddened from what Harrison did to you. It took everything to hold back more tears.
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The moment your eyes opened, everything hurt.
Your head, stomach, feet, chest. Your head was flooded with memories from the previous night. You rolled away from the window to find Alexis sitting on the floor next to a plate and glass of water.
“Well, well, well. Sleeping beauty awakes. I brought you my hangover cure.”
You looked down to see that on the plate sat two advils, an alka seltzer, and some cinnamon pop tarts. It was almost 11 am.
“Thanks, Lex. For everything. You’re the best,” you said, taking a bite off one pastry.
“Don’t be thanking me. Tom’s the real hero. He got a bunch of people together this morning to report Harrison for what he did to you and he’s suspended again, can’t go to the dance. I guess Johnson is gonna deal with it more next week and he might be expelled. Do you have any proof other than Tom?” she said gently.
“Let’s see,” you said, tugging off your shirt, revealing a sports bra. She gasped when she saw the purple bruising around one breast and the hickey marks that had been left on your neck.
“Oh my God, y/n. That’s awful.”
“I know. It didn’t look like this last night. We need to get some pictures.”
After taking some pictures for proof and finishing off your “breakfast,” you and Alexis began preparing yourselves for the dance. You were going to do makeup and hair at her house before going home to change, and then to Tom’s.
If he even still wanted to go with you. You decided to call him while Alexis curled your hair.
“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” he asked, voice deep and raspy. He must have gone to bed again after organizing the reports against Harrison.
“Yeah, I’m way better. Thanks for everything last night. For saving my ass. I heard what you did this morning, too. You’re the best.”
“It’s the right thing to do, y/n. I’m glad I was there. And you’re sure you’re okay? We can skip the dance tonight if you aren’t up for it. You know my mom would love to have you come hang out any time.”
“Hey, now. I’m not about to leave the dance without a king and queen. I mostly wanted to check if you were still okay with going together after everything.”
“Of course! I want to go with you, y/n. Nothing’s changed that.”
You smiled.
“Okay, well, I’ll pick you up at 5 for dinner. Bye, Tom.”
“See ya, princess.”
You ended the call and sat quietly looking down. You almost forgot Alexis was there until she said,
“So you’re driving him, huh? I alway knew you wore the pants. Now tell me about that whole ‘seeing him naked’ thing...”
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A/N: so... there's that chapter. I hope you all understand that this moment is not at all meant to romanticize or glorify the terrible experiences so many people endure, but instead highlight one way this issue is dealt with.
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Thank you for all of your hard work! For SM, I'd like to see the wedding please =D
Shattered Mirrors #62
“Furen! The palanquin is here!”
Wei Wuxian looks up at the maid’s cry of excitement, the thin brush in his hand clattering to the table. His lips part softly in surprise and he’s half out of his seat before he even realises he’s moving, only to be stopped by firm hands on his shoulders pressing him back down.
“Sit down, you’re not done yet,” Ouyang Shuzhen admonishes him, barely able to conceal the smile pulling at her lips. “Honestly, it’s like you’re so desperate to get married you’ll rush into the palanquin with only one eyebrow drawn. If Hanguang-wang sees you like this he’ll think we’ve turned you feral.”
“Shuzhen…” he laughs weakly, settling down in front of the dressing table bronze again as she fusses over him. “Does Yan-ge know you to be so forceful?”
She snorts, one eyebrow quirking upwards.
“I am the daughter of a general, descended from one of the most prominent military families in Yunmeng,” she says, picking up the brush he’d dropped and holding it to his brow. “Of course my husband is aware. It’s why he married me.”
She puts the finishing touches on his makeup deftly and with practised ease, then stands back to look him over with a critical eye. The maids are hovering at the doors and windows, peeking through the cracks at the commotion outside and giggling amongst themselves; one word from their mistress sends them scattering back to their posts. Wei Wuxian turns in his seat, palms sweaty and heart lodged in his throat. Ouyang Shuzhen shakes her head and clicks her tongue.
“Look at the lot of you,” she says fondly. “The wedding party hasn’t even reached the door yet and your hearts have already flown out of the room.”
Wei Wuxian ducks his head and laughs sheepishly just as a knock sounds from the door. The maids muffle shrieks of delight despite the sharp, silent rebuke this earns them from their mistress on her way past. Wei Wuxian gets to his feet as she opens the door to allow Lan Guoyan to enter. He steps over the threshold and pauses, eyes wide and soft, taking in the sight of Wei Wuxian in his wedding robes.
“Xiao Wei,” he says, suddenly serious. “It’s not too late to change your mind, you know. I can have the guards hold him off while you make your escape.”
His wife swats him on the shoulder with a good-natured scowl.
“Don’t speak such nonsense,” she scolds him. “The auspicious hour is almost upon us. If you delay the bridal retinue any further, I won’t stop Hanguang-wang from tearing you limb from limb.”
“Zhen-er, ah, Zhen-er, are you not my wife?” Lan Guoyan asks her dramatically. “Why would you stand with Ji-xiong against me?”
“I wouldn’t if you could be serious for even a moment,” she replies with a sniff. She turns back to Wei Wuxian and holds out a hand; one of the maids comes over with a tray, upon which sits a folded piece of red silk. “Are you ready, Wei Wuxian?”
He looks between the two of them with a smile, and nods. She picks up the silk, letting it ripple and unfold between her fingers; the maids gasp when it is fully unfolded and the embroidery is on display—a phoenix, with its wings outstretched, and a dragon winding around it protectively, both in fine gold thread and tiny, intricate stitches. His throat tightens as he bows his head to allow them to drape it over his hair.
“Thank you,” he says, glad for the veil hiding his face from view. “Thank you both for everything.”
Lan Guoyan snorts, sounding more like a sniffle, and then clears his throat. He and Ouyang Shuzhen each take one of his arms and help him to his feet. With the weight of the coronet on his head and the veil obscuring his vision, the three of them make their way slowly to the door, where the maids offer their congratulations in a chorus as it opens.
He can’t see what’s happening up ahead, but he doesn’t need to—the moment he steps into the main hall, he knows Lan Wangji is already there, waiting for him. A familiar hand slides into his, long fingers curling around his in a firm, reassuring grip despite the slight tremor he feels when their skin comes into contact. He sees the embroidered edge of a dark red sleeve and the jade pendant hanging from the black belt lined with gold, and smiles.
“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji’s voice is barely more than a whisper, but he hears it as clearly as though he were speaking directly into his ear. “You look beautiful.”
“You haven’t even seen his face yet, Ji-xiong,” his cousin teases.
“I don’t need to,” Lan Wangji replies without hesitation. “Wei Ying always looks beautiful.”
“Aiya, please, I don’t think I can stand listening to you say such nauseating things.” A hand claps Wei Wuxian on the shoulder. “Xiao Wei, if he ever bullies you, you come directly to me and I’ll break his legs for you.”
Wei Wuxian laughs, eyes hot and wet. He mustn’t cry, lest the makeup Ouyang Shuzhen painstakingly applied for him is ruined.
“The sentiment is appreciated, Yan-ge,” he says. “But wholly unnecessary. Besides, if it were a fight between you and Lan Zhan, I know where I would place my bets.”
He squeezes the hand holding his playfully and feels Lan Wangji squeeze back. Ouyang Shuzhen interrupts their banter before her husband can get too riled up, with a reminder that the auspicious hour is upon them and they really must hurry if they are to reach Hanguang Manor in time.
“Quickly, then, come on! We still have to perform the tea ceremony!” Lan Guoyan says, ushering them both to the centre of the room where two cushions have been placed in front of the chairs usually reserved for the masters of the house. Wei Wuxian balks.
“Wait, Yan-ge, I don’t—”
—don’t have any parents for the tea ceremony, he doesn’t say. He’s long since made his peace with it, but the sudden reminder still sends a pang through his chest as he lets Lan Wangji guide him to kneel on the cushions. He stares down at the floor, throat tight.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmurs close to his ear, his breath tickling against the veil. “Have a look.”
Ordinarily, the wedding veil is not lifted until they are in the wedding chamber at the end of the night, but given the circumstances—and the fact that they, in fact, are not strangers in an arranged marriage—Wei Wuxian subtly lifts one corner of the veil. He follows the line of Lan Wangji’s finger to the table before them and freezes.
Two memorial tablets stand side by side, the wood old but well-polished, the gold paint on the names still bright and gleaming like new. The breath leaves his lungs in a rush and he sits back on his heels, all strength gone from his limbs; he doesn’t realise he’s trembling until Lan Wangji steadies him with an arm around his back.
“We recovered them at Lotus Pier after the war,” Lan Wangji tells him quietly over the sound of his own breaths dragging from his lungs. “They were restored, along with the ancestral hall. I thought…you would want them here with you. If you would like, they will have a place in the ancestral shrine back home, so you may visit them often.”
“Lan Zhan…” he whispers hoarsely. “I don’t know how to thank you—”
“Shagua,” Lan Wangji teases him, voice gentle and full of warmth. “I thought we agreed there is no need for such words between us.”
They bow to his parents. Lan Wangji takes the cups of tea that Ouyang Shuzhen has prepared for this occasion and pours them in a line on the floor—first to his father, and then to his mother—and bows again.
“Yuefu, Yuemu,” he addresses the tablets, his fingers clasped before him in a formal greeting. “Thank you for bringing Wei Ying into this world. I promise I will do everything in my power to bring him happiness in this lifetime, and in every lifetime after. So please be at ease and entrust Wei Ying to me.”
The sound of quiet sniffling is heard from more than one person in the room as he sinks into another, deeper bow, touching his forehead to the floor. Wei Wuxian takes a deep, shuddering breath to steady himself, and clasps his fingers before him.
“Die, Niang,” he says. “Wei Ying has been unfilial. I haven’t been able to take care of you all these years.” He presses his forehead to the floor briefly, and then rises again. “Die, Niang. Please allow Wei Ying to fulfil my filial duties to you from now on.”
He touches his forehead to the floor one more time. Die, Niang, he says silently. Wei Ying has found happiness. Lan Zhan will take good care of me. You don’t need to worry about Wei Ying anymore.
There is a palanquin waiting outside Jing Manor, along with an entire parade of musicians and servants carrying trunks laden with gifts—courtesy of the Emperor and Empress, despite Wei Wuxian’s protests. The grandiose display is deliberate, Lan Wangji had explained to him beforehand. The grander the wedding, the more people will realise that this union—that Wei Wuxian himself—has the blessing and support of the Imperial Family. A muzzle on the mouths of any dissenters.
He’s safely in the palanquin when the firecrackers are lit, so the din is muffled. Still, his body tenses involuntarily at the sound, his fingers twisting the fabric of his robes; it thankfully does not last long, and he steadies himself against the side of the palanquin as it is lifted from the ground.
The procession circles the city twice, before making its way to Hanguang Manor. The wedding of a member of the Imperial Family is a rare sight, especially from the historically small direct line, so people flood into the streets to watch the palanquin go by, and to admire the spectacle of it. The palanquin is small, only enough to fit one person, and stuffy, so when they come to a stop and it is set down on the ground again, Wei Wuxian breathes a sigh of relief.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur.
He can hear the crowd of people gathered in the courtyard—officials, nobles, representatives of all the major families in Gusu—before he is led into the main hall and directed to kneel once more.
They bow once, to the Heaven and Earth.
Twice, to the elders.
And then finally, to each other.
He is dimly aware of people clapping and cheering, offering congratulations to the two of them as they rise to their feet and walk out of the hall together as a married couple, but he registers none of it. The only solid, certain thing he knows is the feeling of Lan Wangji’s hand in his.
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Notes:
Shagua (傻瓜) - silly, fool, commonly used as an endearment
Yuefu (岳父) - father-in-law (wife’s father)
Yuemu (岳母) - mother-in-law (wife’s mother)
(Okay so I’m working on the premise that, in this scenario, WWX 嫁给 LWJ. So he’s the ‘bride’ in the ceremony. Because traditional Chinese customs.)
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in a long straight path, there lined eight houses, every two faced each other. this was what i considered my neighborhood.
the houses looked completely worn out. there were still leftover hopscotch marks in the grubby street that separated the houses, and several cracks lined the outer front walls of the homes.
i hastily ran out of one of those houses, and onto the narrow roadway. i was in a bit of a hurry - i decided to wash myself before going to sunghoon's place because the field made me feel sticky, which means i took an extra amount of time to get ready.
as i left my terrace, i heard gates clambering to my right side.
"oh, you're late too." niki pointed out as i approached him.
"didn't know you were going to eat at sunghoon's as well."
"sunoo ran out of food," niki crankily replied, "and everyone else is having dinner there anyway, so why not? it's free carbonara, might as well take the chance because sunghoon never shares anything unless his mom forces him to."
i gasped, "the others are there too-"
"hell yeah! goo goo ga ga hoon waaaah go cry about it! we're all going to drain your food supply tonight!" niki said as he childishly hopped up and down.
"niki, please don't be too happy. there will be three people slaughtering us tonight." i shivered at the thought while we both started to walk towards sunghoon's house at the end of the pavement.
jake, heeseung, and jungwon hate waiting for people in order to eat. they're literally a foodie trio, they get grumpy when they can't have their meals right away. they also tend to blame their hysteria on the people they're waiting for. the word blame is an understatement, heeseung takes food a bit too seriously for a twenty year old.
usually, they just go ahead if they get impatient.
however, sunghoon's flight-attendant mom is supposedly back home tonight. our parents have created this sort of rule that we have to eat all-together. this rule stems from when seven year old me threw a tantrum when i found out that the boys ate fried chicken without me, so we've been kind of following it for most of our lives because the elders get upset if one of us has a temper.
niki added, "actually, four people will have ideas that involve murdering us tonight. well honestly- only three for me. four for you."
i stopped in my tracks, "what the hell are you on about?"
"jay doesn't like when others take his stuff and wear it without his permission.."
clothes. niki was referring to my clothing. i looked down just to realize that i was wearing an oversized t-shirt that had 'park 02' printed on it. it was jay's custom tee from high school.
was i in such a rush that i didn't even register that i put on jay's shirt that i had secretly stolen?
"niki- you dumbass! why would you tell me this now? we just reached sunghoon's!" i yelled at the lanky being while i harshly slapped his abdomen.
"oh so i'm the dumbass? that's what you get for being an idiot, i can't believe you're a senior!" he yelled back at me.
i rolled my eyes and hit him one more time in the gut before taking position behind him as we slipped into the entrance of sunghoon's humble abode.
"using me as a shield won't do you any help." niki sneered while he opened the front door.
i wretchedly threw my head back and followed niki's back into the wood-paneled parlor. a chatter of voices could already be heard.
we moved past a set of stairs, and eventually winded up where the dining room was.
six people, who were previously facing each other and conversing, turned towards the direction niki and were coming from. they were seated at an old-fashion table with eight cushioned chairs. four individuals were settled on the side of the table that could see the room's entrance, while two people had their back facing niki and i as we arrived.
i scanned the room and surprisingly, nobody wore an irked look.
"byeol! looking good!" a puppy-like boy grinned. at that, i made my way towards him and teasingly pulled at his dark hair. jungwon, who sat beside him, elbowed his arm and mumbled something that sounded similar to "jake, focus on your food".
sunoo gleefully waved his hands then patted the seats beside him, gesturing for niki and i to sit there. the two of us shuffled and took our seats.
i found myself directly next to sunoo, with niki at the left end of the table facing heeseung.
i wrapped my arms around sunoo, he returned my actions and drew nearer to me which made our cheeks squish against each other. i creaked, "sunoo, my only source of sunshine! how are you? it's been a while."
"it has been way too long! i have been suffering lately- because of this moron called sunghoon! for the past hour he has been talking about how he received five confessions today even though it's only the second week of him attending college. my ears are so close to falling off!" sunoo wailed dramatically.
i hugged him tighter and jokingly sniffled, "i'm so sorry, sunoo... i can't imagine what you've been going through."
while i was comforting the poor boy, a hoarse voice sarcastically rang out, "i apologize for sharing my experience of being a really attractive, warm-hearted, and extremely smart person."
i let go of the hug and looked at the being past sunoo, "you don't need to ask for forgiveness. i think we all know that you don't have any three of those qualities, so what's the point in saying sorry?"
sunghoon just scowled as a response.
heeseung snickered at our exchange before his expression became serious, "start eating, byeol. the vegetables are gonna get cold."
i titled my head in confusion. wait what? i internally thought, did he just say vegetables?
i peered at the middle of the table, where an empty bowl with remaining white sauce stood alongside a plate filled with greens.
"you guys ate without-"
"yeah, byeol. you and niki were an hour late.. what did you expect-"
i cut jungwon off, "you were the one who told me there was gonna be carbonara! and now there's none? you could have made sure that heeseung and jake wouldn't hog it all for themselves!"
jungwon bit his lower lip guiltily, "i tried... but you know how they are."
niki shook his head as he grabbed the salad, "disappointed, but not surprised."
he put some vegetables onto my plate, then took the leftovers for himself. i began to bitterly munch it while making weird faces.
"i swear they're no older than six." jay whined. "also, byeol, is that not my shirt you're wearing?" he continued.
"now now jay, it is not the time to get mad at byeol. she 's already irritated, so she'll bite back even more." heeseung advised as if he was talking about an animal.
jay annoyingly pointed at me, "you're not getting away with this type of stuff next time."
i glanced at heeseung and gave him a quick thankful look. he gave a small smile back.
"considering you guys went ahead, is your mom not here, hoon?" niki probed.
"she's out running errands, won't be back until 10." sunghoon answered.
from there, the usual night-time conversation started. we discussed about the coffee shop heeseung was running, lutton high rumours, and how jake was unexpectedly doing well with girls in college too?
"did you know that i got invited to 3 dinner dates today? hoon's not the only one attracting ladies in the university of lutton." jake smirked.
"you should have went to one then." sunoo and i retorted at the same time. we playfully nudged each other.
"well, i was going to! until i heard that byeol was joining us for dinner tonight, she hasn't eaten with us for the past week!" jake countered.
jungwon's eyes flickered to mine while i told half of the truth, "sorry, i've been tired from school recently."
niki's eyes went wide, "oh right! you're still in the photography club? i heard hwang intak's the president this year!"
"who's hwang intak?" sunghoon strangely asked. he was rarely curious about others apart from us.
jungwon and jake's ears perked up at the question as well.
"lutton high's new it boy, also known as your replacement. except he's like ten times more friendly than you." sunoo taunted.
"yeah, right." sunghoon scoffed.
jay began to clap his hands and wheeze, "i thought the girls there would be heartbroken when sunghoon graduated. they move on quickly!"
"he's actually really nice though," i insisted, "during our club meetings, he always allows me to do homework before taking pictures. he even offers to help sometimes even though he's in a different section. i wonder why."
jungwon interrupted, "he's probably one of those overly kind people."
i shrugged, " i guess? i'm the only senior in the club apart from him, so he probably understands how i feel overwhelmed with assignments and stuff-"
"or," niki interjected, "he's into byeol!"
jungwon flashed a glare at niki.
niki responded with a face that said, "what?"
heeseung pondered out loud, "that may be true, i did something similar with the girl i liked when i was part of the student council."
sunoo's mouth was agape, "ahhhhhh! that explains why he comes into our class and studies with byeol sometimes during our free periods! it all makes sense!"
"who in their right mind would actually be interested in the lunatic?" sunghoon remarked.
"you've got to admit that she occasionally looks cute."
sunghoon's ears tinged red, "jake..." he paused, "n-no i don't think that she's-"
"i'm just saying!" jake hollered as he pushed back his hair.
"can everyone shut up for a second? you guys are being overdramatic. school just started last week- how can he like me in a span of fourteen days?" i exhaustedly let out, ignoring jake's comment.
"you never know how someone truly feels byeol, you never know.." niki uttered.
i slapped his knee aggressively, "what do you know about love, niki?"
"trust me, i know more than you." he replied, his eyes fixed on something behind me.
i let out a final huff of annoyance. i always question how i managed to survive eighteen years with these brats.
"shoot, it's already 9:30! i'm gonna go to bed, i have early morning classes tomorrow. and so do you jake." jay got out of his seat and waved his hand at us as he left the room.
"tsch, i guess i'll get going too." jake said as he started bidding goodbyes. when he got to me, he pinched my cheeks hardly and ran out of the room with a cheeky smile before i could chase after him.
i rubbed the area where he pinched, whispering exaggerated cries of how much it hurt.
"i think it's time we all go, it's getting late. you guys still have school tomorrow, and i have to open up the café." heeseung stood up and clapped everyones shoulders.
"don't stay for too long!" he finally said as he exited.
niki ridiculed, "yes, father heeseung!"
"hey, is anyone going to watch the game tomorrow?" sunoo inquired. there was only five of us remaining. "i don't want to go alone."
"i have to go, the photography club needs to take pictures of the game." i nodded
sunoo put his two hands into a prayer position, "oh, thank the lord!"
"i'm coming too, a few of my classmates are players." niki said as he was beginning to leave, "jungwon and sunghoon, you guys should come along too, since you two are so curious about photography club president intak."
after saying that, the younger boy immediately took his leave. he didn't wait for any comments, he just yelled, "see you, tomorrow!" before he slammed the doorway.
sunghoon pointed out, "i think he left straight away because jungwon had a knife ready in his hand."
"no doubt about it, hoon." i said as i looked at an annoyed jungwon who was gripping his utensil in a very uncivil way.
"i'll come, unlike those biophysics majors, i don't have any classes tomorrow."
sunoo hooted, "good! that's good, hoon! how about you, wonnie?"
jungwon sighed, "fine. now we're done here. i'll walk you home, byeol."
sunghoon chimed, "walk her home? she lives down the street..."
jungwon pretended that he didn't hear sunghoon and moved over to me. he tried pulling me out of my place while i held onto sunoo's arm, "i'll go home only if sunoo's sleeping over! my dad's at the city again!"
"i'll stay at your house tonight, byeol! don't worry."
i let jungwon pull me up, while sunoo followed suit.
"your dad's not here again?"
"i just said that, hoon." i put my arms around sunoo and jungwon and started leading us out of the house.
"just know you can come over anytime- like always!" he called out in an uneasy tone from the dining area.
"noted!" i yelled back before sunoo closed the door behind us.
"my legs are tired, can someone carry me?" i immaturely begged.
"really? they're worn out from sitting down for two hours?" jungwon declared.
"let the girl be! you can piggyback on wonnie, byeol." sunoo beamed while ushering me to get on jungwon's back.
regardless of his displeasure, jungwon crouched down.
i jumped onto the rear part of his figure and wrapped my arms around his neck. he jumped a little as he made his posture straight again, "i actually need to stop babying you."
"i'm pretty sure you said that yesterday too." sunoo chuckled as we plodded back to my house.
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a/n: this chapter is pretty long compared to the first one, so im a little proud of it! i wanted to show how byeol banters with the others and how their characters react to certain stuff to show their personality!!! heheheheh
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another weasley
pairings: fred weasley x reader
type: fluff
word-count: 2.7k
warnings: some cursing
A/N: nothing just thought I'd hop on this and try it out I guess :o
No one had a clue of what was going on, or more like, no one was paying attention. Except Molly Weasley. She watched your every move, so much happiness filling her up that she could cry. Fred didn’t even know either, neither did you! But to Molly, it was pretty obvious. She has gone through it quite a lot, six times to be exact, and was able to recognize every single sign. You were pregnant! Molly was able to notice the change in your sleeping habits, the random waves of nausea, the extra snacking, the more you’d get mad at Fred whenever him and George were up to no good. It stressed Molly out seeing how immature the two still were but she knew she couldn’t go bursting your guys bubble. She preferred you find out on your own, wanting to see Fred’s reaction from afar but it has been a month and a half and still no one has taken action. Molly got to brainstorming, trying to find ways to make it obvious towards you. Maybe she could ask you if you missed your period? No, that would make it too obvious that she knew. She grew annoyed that not one of you could put it together.
“Hey, love.” Fred said, giving you a peck on the lips. He had just come back from a walk with his brothers, taking a breather out in the fresh April air. You giggled, feeling his nose poke your cheek when he pulled away. He smiled down at you, happy to have you tagging along to his childhood home. Molly couldn’t help but watch and gush from afar. ‘Oh! I’m going to be a grandmother!’ She thought to herself happily. George greeted you with a hug, treating you like the sister you were to him. Molly was blinded by her own happiness that she didn’t notice when George and Fred disappeared and reappeared behind her, scared out of her mind, she threw her hands up, while she screamed. They both laughed, moving away from their mother quickly.
“George! Fred!” She screeched loudly, making the twins laugh louder. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Ginny came out to see what all the fuss was about, surprise in her eyes. Once she saw what was the commotion about, she left a laugh out. It was days like these that you enjoyed, being close to your boyfriend and his family. You rarely were ever near your own family, conflict and fighting all the time so the Weasley’s were like your actual home. Your true family. While Molly went off to chase the twins, Ginny walked closer to you, shy for what she was about to ask.
“Hey, um, do you by any chance have an extra pad with you? I haven’t been able to go get some myself.” Ginny whispered to you gently which caused panic to rise inside of you. “Shit.” You gasped, trying to remember when was the last time you had your period. The ginger raised an eyebrow, unaware of what was going on. Worried written well all over her pale and small face. “Is something wrong? It’s okay if you don’t have any on you.” You shook your head in protest. No, it wasn’t that. It was something bigger than that. “I’m late.” A blush took over your face as Ginny clapped her hands together, covering her mouth while she let a gasp slip out. The huge grin on Ginny only made you blush harder but she soon dropped the act when she heard her twin brothers getting closer.
“Let’s go to the shop, we’ll be able to find the things we need there.” She offered and you nodded, glad to have her by your side during such a shocking moment.
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After visiting the shop and buying all the items that were needed, you both eagerly crowded the Weasley bathroom. She had asked to stay with you, trying her best to comfort you. After agreeing, she turned around, giving you your privacy while you peed on the pregnancy test. You awkwardly put the test between your legs, new to the feeling of having to take one. “This is awkward, Ginny.” Blushing, you let out a stream, peeing directly on it while you looked toward the brittle ceiling. She only giggled, snickering to herself in the corner. “These are the consequences you have to face for sleeping with my brother.” You let out a laugh, closing the tip of the freshly used test and placing it carefully on the counter. “You can turn around now.” The remaining pee flushed down the toilet and Ginny glanced down at her wrist watch, waiting for the five minutes to pass.
“Soo, you and my brother, eh?” Rolling your eyes, you groaned. Laying your head on her sharp shoulder. Ginny wrapped her arms around you, patting your hair down and trying her best to soothe you. The younger girl secretly wished for it to be positive, ever since Fred had started dating you while you both were in Hogwarts and ever since the first time he brought you home, Ginny had instantly taken a liking towards you, just like how everyone in the Weasley family has. Now it's been, what? Three? Four years? It was bound to happen some day, planned or unplanned.
“Yea,” Sighing, you pulled away, pouting. “I swear, it was only that ONE time we did it without protection. It really does take one time.” Ginny giggled again. “He is a Weasley, you know what they say about us. Breeding like crazy.” You giggled with her, remembering how everyone in Hogwarts had teased them, asking if there was another Weasley waiting at home to attend Hogwarts. “Merlin, what am I going to tell your mom?”
“Hey, we still haven’t gotten a chance to see what the test says. It could all just be a false alarm.” She looked at her watch again, the five minutes gone. Both girls looked at each other, scared. “Go look.” You blurted out. “No, you look.” Ginny said back, failing to comfort you as her own palms grew sweaty from the anxiety. With eyebrows furrowed and trembling hands, you turned around, taking a small step forward to the counter. With a slow shaky hand, you grabbed the test and brought it close enough to read. Positive.
“So?” Ginny asked, biting her nails. It felt as if the air had been suffocating you, your own throat tightening and not being able to muster up even a small yes. So you nodded making Ginny smile and hug you from the back. Of course you were happy! Just shocked, afraid of what Fred would say. Afraid of what Molly would say! If only you knew that she had already figured it out on her own and already so so happy that you were pregnant with her grandchild. “How are we going to tell t-them?” You turned around, hot tears streaming down your face. Ginny immediately wrapped her arms around you again, she hated seeing you upset. “Please don’t cry. I can guarantee you that they’re all going to be ecstatic by the news!” She cheered while you sobbed.
“Come on, let’s wash your face with cold water. We can talk more about it in my room, I want you lay down and stay off your feet for now.” You agreed, turning around and turning the sink on, letting the water run. After being able to calm down, Ginny grabbed you and the test. She took your hand and guided you toward her neat and tidy comfort zone that was her room. Fred was working long hours today at the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes so both of you had the house for yourselves, Molly being away on a small date with Arthur. You were happy at how far they had come, seeing them grow from selling at school to owning their own shop and expressing themselves with their inventions. A child was definitely not in Fred’s plans and you knew that. His five year plan was to grow his family business and focus on his career with his twin and your were on board with it. But still, how would he react to having a bump interrupt his plans? Literally.
“What do you think?” You asked, sniffling. The ginger smiled, looking into your eyes lovingly and taking the seat next to you on her bed. “I think it's wonderful and I’m happy to become an aunt. But, remember that it’s all your choice. I don’t want you to feel forced to carryout a surprise pregnancy, nothing was planned and I cannot relate to how scared you might be feeling right now but I am anxious for you. And I will stand with you with whichever decision you take.” Ginny said, leaning into your shoulder. Hands intertwined and both taking shaky sighs. Millions of thoughts ran through your head, most of them were about Fred and how he would react. You thought of the pros and cons, mentally forming a list in your head. “I think it's wonderful too, Ginny.” She smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “But I want to talk about it with Fred too, I don’t want to force him into anything. It’s a group decision and I can’t decide for him, that’d be unfair. Especially now that his business is doing good, a baby would just add more stress.”
It was great to have Ginny by your side. She was the biggest support system you had right now, something that made you emotional. You weren’t sure if it was the change in hormones that made your more emotional or because Ginny’s help was really moving but you couldn’t help but just cry. And she let you, welcoming you with open arms, not caring if her shirt got all soaked with salty tears and snot. You are family to her and she admired you for being so involved and caring.
Hours passed and you were asleep on Ginny’s bed while she was down in the kitchen, trying to fix you up something nutritional for when you woke up. She scavenged around the cupboards, trying to find the book of recipes Molly kept when she was pregnant to prepare just the right meals with a dash of magic. ‘Found it.’ She thought to herself once she saw it at the top, collecting dust. Casting a quick spell to bring it down, not trying to do all the work of standing on the counter. Her wand called for the remaining ingredients, all being laid out in front of her as she flipped through the book. Ginny was absolutely positive that Fred would want to keep it, she knew her brother and she knew that there wasn’t anything else that he wanted but you. In his life, in his future, in everything.
She walked up the stairs holding the warm bowl of lentils that had a various amount of veggies, and on the other hand, an organic yogurt with a crushed up recipe scrambled in with oats. You were still sound asleep but with Ginny’s gentle hand rubbing your shoulder, you rose up, thanking her for the meal and the support. Feeling awkward that you were the only one eating, she rushed down the stairs to prep herself a meal to join you. You both sat next to each other, enjoying your meals and having small chatter between you both. “Imagine the little clothes.” Ginny gushed while you smiled. You like the thought of that. “The hands!”
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Everyone was home now, Fred and George barely got home and they were tired from being on their feet all day. They simultaneously took off their blazers, sat down, rubbed their head and sighed. You popped out of the hallway, giving a reason for Fred to get up excitedly off the couch with a smile on his face, making his way to you. “Baby.” He said making you choke on your own spit. Fred rose an eyebrow at it but didn’t question. Instead, he quickly pecked your forehead, then your nose, and finally, lowering down to your lips. “Can we talk real quick? Something came up today.” You mumbled against his chest as he smothered you with hugs and kisses. His body tensed at the words that fell out of your mouth but he nodded, slightly worried that there was something wrong. You guided him towards a room that wasn’t occupied by his family.
“Is everything alright, love?” The concern that was visible in his face and in his voice was enough to make anyone tear up and that’s exactly what you did. Fred got even more concerned when he saw the tears forming in your eyes. “Are you okay? Is something wrong? Have you come down with something? Are your parents bothering you again?” He bombed you with questions and all you could do was shake your head no.
“Listen, F-freddie.” You started, sniffling and trying your best to put yourself together in front of the love of your life. “I’m pregnant, I swear to you I just found out today.” Silence. The only response you did not want. It hurt every second knowing that he wasn’t letting out even a breath of air. Too afraid to make eye contact with him, you stared down at his hands that held yours lovingly. “I know it wasn’t in your plans, I’m willing to forget about it so we can continue living like we were yesterday. But, just please say something.” Finding the courage somehow, you looked up seeing that the reason why he was so quiet was because he was biting his lip, tears falling from the corner of his eyes.
The laugh you love so much filled the room as he pulled his hands away from you to rub the tears away from his eyes. “Forget it? This is amazing, we’re going to be a family!” Fred cheered a little to loudly, Molly appeared quickly in the room. Just by hearing the word ‘family’ made her heart skip a beat, excited that it was finally happening. Your heart dropped when she came into your view but a huge smile was dominating her. “About time you found out! I noticed just a month ago!” Fred turned to look at his mother. “I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled excitedly. Quickly, the room started filling up with all type of Weasley’s. First Ginny, a huge smile on her face. Then, Ron, confused of the random shouting, a piece of bread stuffed into his cheek. Then George, both eyebrows raised, excited for his brother. Percy in his suit stood next to Ron, confused as well as the yelling was muffled from where he was in the house. “We’re pregnant.” Fred said proudly, pulling you into him while planting a huge kiss on your cheek. His nose poking you which always made you giggle.
But, he was quickly to let go of you to hug George. “A Weasley!” They shouted, hugging each other and patting each others backs roughly. Molly scoffed at how Fred quickly changed his attention from you to George. She walked up to you and cupped your face. “I am so happy for you.” You teared up a little at the motherly love and acceptance. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, as if she was afraid to let you go. “I love you.” The tears of happiness couldn’t help but leak from your already tired eyes. You’ve spent the whole day crying but now they were tears of relief, tears of happiness and of excitement. The night was spent by celebrating the news, Arthur was the last one to hear it since he was off on a quick errand but he was filled with excitement knowing that they’ll be a new addition to the Weasley family. “Another one!” He cheered, Fred and George joining in.
This was a new chapter for both of you, of course you had a huge support system but you still were scared shitless of what parenthood had to offer. It was only the beginning, you weren’t even showing but soon that would turn into a small bump, to a bigger one. Then, to carrying them in your arms and raising them. A little you or a little Fred or possibly both.
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