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thewalkingwillowtree · 11 months

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Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

Part 3 - Home Camp

Four Weeks Later

Neteyam stood waiting at the entrance of his grandmother’s healing tent with his back turned because Xilä was getting changed or should he say being persuaded to.

He pursed his lips to hide a smile that was threatening to escape as he listened to the amusing conversation between the four female voices behind him.

“Come on Xi, you can’t keep wearing that beastly thing forever! You’re going to get a heat stroke outside. We're in the middle of a solar cycle for Eywa sake!” He heard his sister Kiri say.

“Oh…I’m used to it, it’s comfortable. How does this protect me? All my… bits could fall out,” she hushed, sounding a little embarrassed. He cracked a grin at that one.

Kiri cackled, “Oh sweet Xilä, it’s more than what I’m wearing, and I’m not worried, see?” Neteyam heard a shuffling shake from the beads attached to Kiri’s top and loincloth. “All intact still.”

“Here child. Try this instead,” suggested Mo’at.

“Xi, can I put some pretty beads in your hair later?” He heard Tuk ask. “And maybe I could also practise my braiding again, like last time?” She asked hopefully.

“I would like that Tuk, thank you,” she said softly and Neteyam could only imagine the massive beam Tuktirey had given her, for agreeing.

In the four weeks that flew by, Xilä had become more vocal- mainly with a very selective few- not that she’d been out to meet anyone else.

The first week of her arrival, Xilä had been under the very strict watchful eye of Mo’at who oversaw her healing treatments and ensured that she rested and was fed at least three meals a day.

Neteyam remembered during one particular family dinner his grandmother had described the poor girl to them as walking death, citing that she had come to the clan just in time.

In not so many words she basically explained that her body was all fucked up from lack of food and nutrition- so suffice to say her healing had taken a much longer period…Neteyam couldn’t finish his dinner that night.

His grandmother was soft for her, he noticed. She had even given him an ear full just last week for simply asking when she thought he could begin training with her.

In the second week of Xi’s arrival, the Tsahìk had finally allowed visitors and thus, Kiri had made it her business to try and befriend the quiet Li’ona girl.

Tuk was the one who gave Xilä her new nickname Xi, and even Neteyam found himself using it once or twice in the few times he had stopped by- it suited her, he thought.

Xi had never had friends before and still wasn’t quite sure what the rules were, but as much as it was overwhelming sometimes, she liked it when they came to visit her.

She was still very cautious of Kiri’s “monkey boy” at times, but eventually her curiosity would win over and she would muster the courage to ask him questions whenever he came along with his female friend.

“Why do you have to wear that thing on your face?”

“Do you really have no tail?”

“What is a dude?”

On one such visit from the human boy, he abruptly stopped talking mid sentence and started speaking to a Lo’ak, who she later learned was a Sully brother.

The strange thing though, it was just like what Jake had done on her first day. There was no one else in the room with them besides two sleeping patients. No Lo’ak to be seen- Spider was basically speaking and laughing to the air.

Spider had eventually caught on to her confusion, then spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her about the communication devices they used to speak to someone far away- even giving her a try of his own- which was much too small by the way.

He let her call Neteyam, and she was incredibly fascinated that she could hear his voice even though he had said he was in the middle of a training drill on the other side of camp.

So Jake wasn’t insane then.

Mo’at had kept her comfortable in her healing tent for the past few weeks and now that she was well enough, it was time for her to venture out- time for her lessons with Neteyam to begin.

It also meant that she no longer needed to reside in Mo’at’s space, she could return to live with her father in the tent they were given. Nerves shook her at the thought of seeing him again. He had not once visited and she found that she did not miss him.

“You four, done in there yet? Xilä and I have a lot to cover today,” Neteyam called out.

At Kiri’s, “you can come in now”, he turned and instantly stopped dead in his tracks.

The girl- no woman before him was almost unrecognisable.

Xi, stood in the centre of the tent fidgeting uncomfortably with her new attire as he openly stared.

Her top was a simple tubed cloth, tied behind her back which covered from the top of her chest to just above her belly button.

From waist down she was draped in the same material as her top, though it hung low on her hips, and hit her mid thigh. Unlike the traditional Omatikaya loincloths, hers was more like a skirt knotted to a hip. It covered her backside completely, exposing only the expanse of one dusty blue thigh, and a gap for her tail.

She bore no jewellery save a woven anklet she was most likely gifted by Kiri and her spice coloured hair shined and now fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She had clearly gotten an extreme haircut since he last saw her.

Neteyam also noticed that he could no longer see her collar bones sticking out. Her cheeks had a glow to them and the dark shadows under eyes were no more. His grandmother had really done a fine job of getting her to a healthy weight in such a short time.

Xilä bent to pick up her appalling boots. “Can I at least wear my-”

“No. You may as well walk barefooted! They are atrocious Xi,” said Kiri, eyeing the boots as if they were ikran scatt.

“Oh.” Xi frowned and stared at them longingly, before putting them back down.

Neteyam cleared his throat. “We’re running behind schedule. You ready Xi?”

Since their very first meeting, he knew she was the most timid little thing he’d ever met- flinching at the slightest movement or even automatically following the simplest of requests, even if it looked like she clearly didn’t want to do it.

It was one of the things about her he planned to tackle but for now was going to do his best to be soft. His mother and father had practically engraved the words “be nice” to him.

Xi stared at the tent’s entrance with apprehension then nodded. “Yes.”

As they strolled through Home Camp, she kept her head down, focusing on the weird feel of the grass beneath her feet- tensed by all the stares and whispers that followed her. She instantly missed the comfort and safety of Mo’at’s tent, she felt too exposed now.

“We have one stop to make,” Neteyam said, stopping in front of a small tent. He raised the flap for her to enter and she ducked under his arm.

“Ah, just on time. ‘Teyam! My boy! Come, come. Come look. Tell me what you think? I will admit I thought it an odd request- especially by you. I’ve never done such strange foot coverings before- Jxo said they are called boots- but I’d say it looks alright for my first time. I even added a little extra pop as you kids say with some stitched darci beads, I hope you don’t mind. My D’avi says that’s what all the younglings like to use on their-”

“Salveen,” Neteyam said with an amused smile, interrupting the rambling elder.

She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Ah, yes. I forget you are a busy boy now that you have grown up.”

She pointed to Xilä with a questioning quirk of her brow and Neteyam nodded. She smiled kindly and reached her hands out to the female beside him. “Come closer my dear. Let’s see if it fits.”

Xilä, baffled by the entire exchange, glanced at Neteyam as if asking for permission. She gasped when she crouched before the elder. In her hands were the most beautifully crafted pair boots she had ever seen.

“For me?” When Salveen nodded, Xi shook her head. “Oh I couldn’t,” she said shyly. “It’s too much.”

“Don’t be silly dear. It is for you. It is a gift from the son of the Toruk Mak-”

“Salveen.” Neteyam interrupted again, this time with an unamused expression.

“Well it is, is it not?!” She snapped at him, before going soft again for Xi. “Come my child, do not let my art go to waste, I will be terribly saddened until the ends of my days. I have worked tirelessly in making them look perfect.”

Neteyam pinched the bridge of his nose and prayed to Eywa to give him patience. Damn the elder and her theatrics.

The boots were a perfect fit and the brilliant smile upon Xi’s face as Salveen made her walk to and from the length of the small tent was worth the headache the elder had given him.

When she stopped in front of him again he asked faintly, “Do you like them?”

“I love them. They are perfect. I- thank you Neteyam…You must tell me how you would like for me to repay your kindness.”

She had a difficult time looking people in the eyes, he noticed. He tilted downward and waited until finally she glanced up, fixing him with her brilliant eyes.

“It is a gift. I do not require anything from you in return.”

Salveen interrupted whatever she was about to say by making her do one more lap of the tent for good measure.

“I wish I were as talented as you, ma’am. Thank you again,” Xi said graciously as they made their goodbyes.

The elder laughed boisterously. “I knew I liked you. Call me Salveen deary,” Salveen responded, with twinkling eyes. “You must come visit me again. Yes? ‘Teyam, make sure you bring her on your next visit. Ohhh wait! Here, here. Won't you at least stay for some sari cakes. I made them extra sweet this time.”

“Salveen-”

“Have you ever had one dear?”

“Um, no I don’t think so,” Xi said, as Salveen herded her to a seat at the table, placing one in front of her.

“Salveen we really must be go-”

“‘Teyam, she’s never had a sari cake before, at least let her stay for one,” she huffed, patting the space on the floor beside her for him to join them.

“You know when he was just a boy, he and his brother would run away from home just to come beg me to make them sweets. Oh the fright they would give their poor mother.”

Salveen hooted in delight at her story and Xi couldn’t help grinning with a little silent laugh, herself. Neteyam however rubbed his temple as if in pain but eventually gave a laugh at the memory.

After more than one sari cake, many attempted goodbyes, frustrated grumbles from Neteyam and long winded rambles from Salveen, they finally made it out of the tent.

Neteyam led them around the perimeter of the camp this time, and was pleased to see that Xilä’s steps were much more confident which he pegged- was because of her new boots.

“What do you know about my people?” He asked as she tried her best to match his steps into the forest.

‘Oh I guess the lessons are starting now,’ she thought.

“Um…well you are the Omatikaya clan of course. The Olo'eyktan, Toruk Makto is JakeSully and-”

Neteyam smirked at her pronunciation of his father’s name.

“And…well, I don’t really know much else to be honest. Oh wait I know about the war- or some of it at least. I heard about how Hometree was lost. Is this where you all came to live, after there?”

“No, we lived in the Hallelujah Mountains for a few years. It was called High Camp. We moved here before it became too cramped. Families were growing and we needed enough space for everyone.”

She perked up. “High Camp. Hometree. Is that why this place is called Home Camp?”

He nodded with a chuckle and made a joke saying, “Such originality, right?”

As they walked he told her about his people- expanding on their history, sharing some of their accomplishments. Neteyam spoke proudly of his clan and highly of his parents. It was obvious that his love for them ran deep and Xilä felt a small bubble of jealousy towards him. He had not only one, but two loving parents.

“Your father has told us a bit about your clan,” he said, “My dad wants to help the people remaining there, maybe then there will be peace and your lands may flourish again. Your father doesn’t like the idea though. Our labs will still look into what may have caused the rains to stop but I recommend the entire clan should just relocate.”

She stopped in her tracks. “Why would your father do that? What does he want in return?”

He halted her and faced her with a frown. “Nothing. He only wishes to help. There are no expectations for anything in return.”

“Like the boots?” She asked.

“Yes, like the boots,” he smiled.

“Your customs are strange,” she murmured, “but I like them. They are kind.”

He shot her a look she knew all too well. He pitied her. She continued their path and he followed.

After a moment of walking in silence he asked, “Your father says there are no teachers, no educators in Li’ona…not for years. How is it that you speak so well?”

She pursed her lips. “I was told our clan had one educator left- from before, but he died a few moons after I was born. Most of the people had other worries besides education like food, water, shelter but my mother was a brilliant Na’vi. She did her best to teach me what she knew- what she remembered. She wanted me to have a future.”

Neteyam hesitated, “She did not come with you?”

Xi stopped in her tracks again, distracted by a vibrant yellow insect that was crawling up a massive pink leaf. He stopped too and observed her sad smile as her eyes followed the Hcarm bug.

“You are lucky Neteyam. Eywa has blessed your home with such life, such beauty. I am sometimes overwhelmed by the sights and sounds and that I even get to experience it in my lifetime. My mother would have given anything for us to have lived like this. She said so all the time.”

“Is she with Eywa?” He couldn’t help asking.

“No,” was all she simply said. “She is just gone.”

He swallowed. He knew if he pushed her she would respond- she would tell him what she meant, but he decided to drop it for now and continue on with her lesson instead.

Xilä tried to take Neteyam’s words of advice to heart. To not be too hard on herself. She felt disappointed after her first lesson. Basic tree climbing. She’d never had a reason to climb a tree before, and it showed. Neteyam was clearly going easy on her though which she appreciated.

He had a whole lesson plan scheduled out. First lesson being, Navigation. He’d said he wanted her to learn the land. To build her stamina and be able to comfortably manoeuvre through, around and on the high trails.

Navigation included things like jumping, running and leaping off ledges. This was how she was going to die. She just knew it.

She was extremely uncoordinated- clumsy with her leaps and climbs. The only thing he had praised her for was her ability to walk silently.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll try to do better tomorrow.”

Neteyam grinded his teeth for the umpteenth time that day. “Do me a favour Xi? Whenever we’re training- whenever you’re with me… no apologizing. Alright? I think I’ve lost count after your fiftieth, I'm sorry.”

She opened her mouth to apologize again but instantly shut it when she saw his knowing look. “Alright. I’ll try.”

“Good.”

“So what other lessons do you have planned?” She wondered as they walked back to Home Camp. She noticed he had shortened his strides for her.

“Well we technically skipped lesson one, but after navigation we’ll do language or maybe I’ll integrate it in between.”

She had so many questions already.

“You can ask,” he said, seeing her puzzled expression.

“What was lesson one?”

“Not so much a lesson I guess as an introduction per say. A tour of Home Camp, meeting the people. Seeing the different roles in action on a regular day. These people will become your family.”

She bit her lip apprehensively. “Why didn’t we start with that?” Secretly she was quite thankful it wasn’t her first lesson. She felt overwhelmed already.

He jumped down with ease when they met a high ledge, then reached up to help her down- quickly averting his eyes when her skirt slid high up her thighs when she crouched to reach him.

The fact that she let him touch her meant her fear of heights ran deeper than her problem with touch. She was skittish anytime he brushed past her or touched her without warning. He berated himself for secretly missing when she had a concussion- she’d seemed fine with his touch then.

Neteyam scratched his temple feeling a bit awkward by her question. In truth, he knew why he did it. He had seen the way she shied into herself the moment they left the tent. He couldn’t exactly stop people from whispering and gawking at her openly.

And so he had quickly changed tactics and led her right into the heart of the forest instead.

“Uh. Next question,” he went with.

She frowned. “Okay. You said my next lesson is language? But I already speak Na’vi.”

“You do. But we have many humans who live with us. Some who are still learning or do not speak as we do. If you want to learn our ways you will have to communicate with them at some point. Spider has been fluent in Na’vi since birth, so you will have no problems there, but our clan is interconnected. There is no separation. My father worked hard to get it that way.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, just the basics. You’ll pick up the rest along the way I’m sure.”

When they returned to the encampment she began to feel uneasy again but for a different reason this time. Since she was well enough to move out of the healing tent, it meant she now had to go back to living with her father.

Mo’at had told her that morning Neteyam would show her her new home at the end of the lesson. She’d even hugged her, surprising them both with the abrupt affection- telling her to come by anytime.

He led her around the perimeter once more, and then they eventually entered a little community of tents. Home Camp was beautiful and full of life. The entire encampment was actually quite massive- clusters of small communities spaced out.

The land was not even so some tents were either planted to the direct surface of the ground or elevated on flattened out mounds. Those situated on mounds had round stone steps leading to the entrances of the homes.

“Alright, this is you here,” he said, pulling back the flap of a tent for her to enter. It was much smaller than the healing tent but far grander than their joke of a home back in Li’ona. By the looks of the interior, her father had obviously made himself at home because the place was a complete mess.

Neteyam looked entirely shocked as he too observed the strewn blankets and leathers of her fathers bed, scattered weapons and loincloths, smashed fruit that looked to be molding against the heavy canvased walls and a forgotten bowl of what seemed to be rotting meat.

What she assumed was supposed to be her bed now housed her father’s ratty, foul smelling cloak and boots.

Xilä couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment, she hated that Neyetam had to witness this.

“Um, right. I guess your father isn’t back yet. My dad took him on a hunt today,” he shifted awkwardly unsure what to say. He was seriously debating whether to grab her up and hightail out of the hellhole they were currently standing in.

“The fuck are you doing in my home?”

They both turned to see the intimidating Li’ona male standing in the entryway- his glare focused on Neteyam.

Xilä hadn’t seen him since their arrival date- four weeks ago. It seemed those weeks clearly had an impact on him. He had gained quite a few pounds of not only fat but muscle- his weak form no longer lanky and unhealthy looking. He had also seemed to embrace the Omatikaya attire fully, since he was now dressed in only a simple looking loincloth.

T'shteyo stormed further in, dropping his bow, knives and arrow carrier haphazardly wherever he stepped. He threw himself into his mess of a bed and began stuffing his face with the contents in the leaf wrapped parcel he’d brought with him.

Neteyam levelled him with a stare of his own which clearly read that he was not intimidated by any means. “We had our first lesson today, I was only showing her her new home.”

T'shteyo sucked his teeth and spat out a bone. “Well you showed her. You can fuck off now.”

Neteyam pursed his lips, to reign in a snide remark then glanced at Xilä. She’d gone pale and her eyes were locked on her feet. She clasped her hands together but he didn’t miss the tremor she tried to cover up. It was clear as day- she was afraid.

“Xi,” he called, but she didn’t move a muscle. He stepped forward, putting his back to her father as he faced her, blocking her from view. “Xilä,” he said softly.

“Did you hear me, chief’s son?! I thought I told you- !”

Neteyam ignored the man’s ramble of bitter words and insults, focusing on the petrified female instead. “Show me your eyes, Xilä,” he said, gently.

When she looked up at him, her face was blank. He expected tears but there were none.

“I still don't feel very well. I-” she jumped when she heard the crash of a bowl being flung across the room. “Do you think Tsahìk will allow me one last night?” She whispered quickly as her father made his way over to them.

The angry male reached out to grab her but Neteyam was faster. She was tucked behind him before she could even blink.

“You misunderstood me T'shteyo. I was only showing Xilä the tent. She is still healing and will continue to stay where she is until otherwise.”

T'shteyo’s nostrils flared. “She looks fine to me. Give her here- she’s got shit to do.”

Neteyam was seconds away from knocking out the man before him. This was why he had avoided the man like a plague since their first and last meeting. He had promised his father he would not make a repeat of last time, and he knew if he stood there any longer it would be far worse than just a “verbal altercation”.

But he couldn’t just leave it be either, could he?

“Xi go outside, I’ll be right there,” he said, not taking his glare off her father.

“Ohohoho! So you think you’ve got her wrapped around your finger now, huh?” The man sang provokingly as he watched his daughter leave.

“Listen to me,” Neteyam began dangerously, advancing slowly, “I am only going to say this once. If you touch her. I will hurt you. If you speak to her. I will hurt you. If you as so much breathe in her direction. I WILL HURT YOU.”

The older man glowered murderously. “Is that a threat?” He spat.

“No. It’s a fucking promise.” And with that he walked off.

Neteyam all but hauled them out of there and only when they were a few minutes away from the healer tents did he release a breath, letting go of his pent up anger. Xi, he realized, was practically sprinting.

“Xi. Xilä. Hey, wait.” It was his turn to try and catch up with her. His touch was gentle when he cupped her elbow, turning her towards him. She didn’t look him in the eye though. “Is he always like that?” He asked.

“Yes,” she whispered to his chest.

Neteyam stared at the ground- hands on his hips. He was in way over head with this entire situation. A miniscule part of him thought he should throw his hands in the air and say it wasn’t any of his business- drop the girl off with his grandmother then get back to his usual duties- tell his father he wanted no part of any of it anymore- her including.

When he looked back at her though, he knew right then and there it was too late. He didn’t want to do any of that. He cared about the woman in front of him.

She was smiling now and Neteyam followed her gaze to a Na’vi female and her two children. The mother picked up the littlest one and tickled his tummy making him squeal happily.

The wind rustled her hair and when she faced him again she tucked it behind her ears. “I haven’t seen such little ones in years.”

“What do you mean? Do they not have children in your clan?”

She shook her head. “Eywa has not blessed Li’ona with a baby in almost ten years. There haven’t been any bondings either. All of the women left are already mated anyway.”

‘Shit,’ he thought- he didn’t realize things were that bad.

“Xi, your father…” Neteyam was trying his best to heed his dad’s words. To tread lightly but it was way past that for him. “You can’t stay there. Not with him.”

She smiled sadly. “I don’t really have a choice. I’m going to have to go back tomorrow.”

“Fuck no.” He looked at her as if it was the most absurd thing he ever heard. “You’re not going back there.” He began to walk towards the healer tents again and she hurriedly followed to keep up.

“What do you mean? I have to! My father will-”

He stopped abruptly and rounded on her. “What? What exactly will your father do?”

“....He’ll…. be upset.”

“Bullshit. Upset is putting it lightly sweetheart. We both know that.” He gestured to her arm where her last stubborn bruise was mostly healed- the area tinged in an ugly yellowish brown colour. “I’m not going to force you, but we’ll eventually have to talk about it.”

She swallowed and looked away. “I know. Tsahìk warned me that you would.”

He blew out a breath. “Come on then,” he said, leading the way back.

Okay so, there we have it!

Let me know what you guys think :)

Part 4 will be up tomorrow instead of today, things pick up a bit in that part.

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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oh that's ok but batkids reacting to bruce getting hurt in general?

It's such a bizarre feeling for all of them; They all bear marks. Not one bat is without scars; You'd be more of an anomaly if you weren't hurting than if you were.

Jason has his autopsy scars. Dick has calloused hands from all those years of jumping, or deeper memories carved deep in him from his Robin days. Damian carries traces of training where someone his age shouldn't.

They all know; No one with the Wayne name is a stranger to pain.

But Bruce; Bruce has more than all of them. They know, because mending and healing wounds is a family tradition, just as tracing them when snuggling up on a huge bed is.

But they can't conjure a moment in time when Bruce's were fresh. They're all healed and pink and more memory than guests. And it's not as often as them.

It's Tim who figures it out. Those eyes were designed for detail. " You didn't think he took all those vacations to actually relax, right?"

" Bruce's idea of relaxation would send someone in a psych word, so no. So all this time, he went away to...Heal?"

" Something like that. I don't think he'll be successful with this one, thought."

Not even Bruce can walk off a coma.

It wasn't supposed to be that explosive. Bane's twisted little bombs had 5 minutes left on them when Barb checked, and they were supposed to get the hostage to safety on time, and Tim wasn't supposed to miscalculate--

" Your self-employed guilt is no help to anyone, Drake." In Damian language, this passes as It wasn't your fault, so Tim knows him, and knows better, than to put it to heart.

Dick wants the graveyard and sunrise shift, but Jason shuts that down, set in his way. Either they all look after Bruce, or none of them do.

They take turns.

Jason sits by Bruce's bed side with his feet planted deep in the carpet. Shoulders squared, posture ready and stiff for any incoming danger, gun safety off and bullets still hot in their holder. A hell hound made man.

" You're not doing it right."

Tim shoots a dagger of annoyance with his eyes alone, because he hasn't slept in hours, because he's trying to track Bane down, because he needs to send that bastard packing straight to Arkham's smallest cell.

All while maintaining some degree of calm as he tries to change Bruce's bandages, " I'm a genius, not a nurse."

" Maybe if you actually watched Grey's Anatomy like the rest of us normal people, --"

" Just because it helped Bruce get through med school--"

" If you're a selective genius, just say that."

" I'd rather be a part time genius than a full time idiot--"

" Dick!" Jason calls, but, Tim privately thinks he's hoping Bruce would answer, " Timberly's mean to me again!"

" Am not!"

" If you guys don't stop I'll tell B!"

Because he will wake up; He has to. Before Batman, there was Bruce Wayne, and if there's one dog to bet on in Gotham City, it's him.

Cass makes sure Bruce has clean sheets. That his burns are medicated and tamed and watches very closely for any sign of discomfort. Bruce winces at the small cotton ball of alcohol and there's a collective breath of relief.

Alfred makes sure they have sleep. That Jason won't wayward his way into a battle he'll regret and take Damian with him. That Dick actually has some sleep. That Duke and Cass are updated on patrol.

They're fearful. Every breath they take are like small stones stacked up on top, waiting to drop to the core of their bellies as a week passes and there's no sign of Bruce even flinching anymore.

Of course, when he does, -- because he always does, -- it's when they bicker. Tim can't remember who started it. He said something, and then Damian tossed a snarky comment because he's mean when he's scared, and --

" Can you be nice to eachother for 10 minutes?"

They all jump on him; He hisses, every numb nerve in his muscles buzzing back to life, but he's being squeezed and embraced and hugged in the ground by his kids, so it's not the worst fate in the world.

" Did I miss something?"

" Jason crushed the Batmobile."

" TIM!"

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dmysterioblog · 6 months

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Chapter XVI ✧ I Love You

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea finally confesses.

Warnings; smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.9k

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A/n: Alright yall, this is it. This is the last chapter I hope you enjoy 🤗

A week had swung by ever since the events that had transpired. At the Performance Center, Rhea could be seen standing near the ring as she paced around with her arms crossed, watching as her boys were training and preparing for War Games. Drew, who had decided to form that alliance with the Judgement Day and surprisingly with the Bloodline despite what they did to him, had also volunteered to help them train. Raquel and Liv also volunteered in assisting with training, with the taller woman being the one in the ring while Liv stood around the ring, explaining and suggesting what they should do in certain situations during the match. Jimmy’s Solo, and Roman were also of great help, seeing how last year they were the ones at War Games.

Liv’s leg had healed quickly, thanks to her resting the time she was needed and required. As for Rhea, she was already feeling good as new after the day that she woke up. Things were slowly working out between the two, despite the fact that Liv still wanted a title shot after Survivor Series. She had to admit, out of everyone in that locker room, Liv was relentless and stubborn, but in a good way. Regardless, she was going to make sure that she still retained and that she can hopefully see Liv improve more each day.

“Hey! Wanna switch for a bit?” Raquel called out to Rhea as she slid away from the ring to take a break. At that, Rhea perked up and nodded as she placed her bottle of water to the side and switched with Raquel, sliding her way through the ring while the taller woman went to take a seat for a bit. She was training Damian and Finn, both of them facing each other as Rhea gave them pointers and suggestions, all the while Liv, who also had her own share of experience in War Games, had decided to get in the ring and began leading both Dom and Jimmy and even teaching the younger male how to break from a lock, something that Dom seemed to have some struggle with at first until he had it all down to a T.

They were all scheduled to assist that Friday Night Smackdown, with Damian and Finn defending their titles against the Street Profits. It was still noon, so they had more than enough time to prepare. Unless, that’s what they thought that they were going to do when suddenly, as they were all taking a small break, they received a text notification.

“Team, due to the incident from the past week, Friday Night Smackdown will be canceled for tonight…” Dom read out loud from his phone while the others read the exact same thing. “We do apologize in advance as we are currently in the process of an ongoing investigation regarding the incident in question. As for Survivor Series, this will once again be postponed for next Saturday, none of you who are scheduled to assist will not have to arrive at the airport tonight. Apologies for any inconvenience this could cause.”

“Apologies? Pft, they just gave you guys more time to train.” Liv said as she chuckled. “You guys are lucky.”

“Yeah, but they’re really extending the events because of the incident. Which means the cause of the incident was really that serious…” Solo commented as he drank his water.

“Well, someone from tech probably screwed up while setting up the pyros.” Damian suggested as he crossed his arms.

“Ooohhhhh their asses are getting fired…” Jimmy mumbled while he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. A phone suddenly rang as Drew looked down at it before he spoke to the group.

“I have to get going, I got a few errands to run now.” He told the group, gathering his things before they all bid farewell to him as he left.

“So, does anyone wanna eat somewhere? I’m starving.” Jimmy asked. At that, Roman faced him as he arched an eyebrow.

“You remember the last time we all went out to eat together?” At his comment, Damian almost spat out his water while trying not to laugh.

“Cabrón, Jimmy and Dom fought over a chicken tender—“

“Yeah man, you guys got us almost banned because of that, I still remember!” Finn also chuckled while Dom shook his head and Jimmy raised his hands in defense.

“Hey Uce, I’m a changed man, I don’t steal no one’s tenders any more.”

“You guys fought over a chicken tender?” Raquel asked as she sat down while she arched an eyebrow. Rhea couldn’t help but snicker.

“It’s a very long story, you had to be there to witness it though, it was hilarious.”

“Well it was all fun and games until the manager almost called us out. That shit was embarrassing.” Dom told them. “They even thought that I was the one that stole the tender when it was Jimmy who did it.”

“Now I kindly asked though—“

“Sure you did, Jimmy. Sure you did.”

“Honestly guys, we should just do take-out. We got this day off and I think we should use it to take a small break.” Finn suggested as he placed a towel on his shoulder while looking at his food.

“Or… we can like, go out tonight.” Liv suggested. At that, everyone turned to look at each other at the suggestion.

“Honestly, yeah, we need it. Hell yeah.” Dom agreed, as well as everyone else unanimously.

“Ah no es que ustedes todos son unos pinches alcohólicos.” Raquel muttered.

“No vengas que tú también eres igual y peor.” Damián called out. “Ah, y más con el tequila.”

“Shut up, tequila’s fine.”

“Alright, alright, we can go out tonight, but after we get something to eat.” Rhea told them as she went to grab her things.

“Alright, let’s go—“ The guys attempted to go until Liv stood and paused them as she arched an eyebrow.

“And who said you guys were coming with us?” She asked, pointing at herself, Rhea, and Raquel.

“Wait what—“

“Nah, you guys get your own food, we’re gonna get our own and plus, we have some catching up to do. Sooooo, see ya!” Liv laughed before she grabbed both Rhea and Raquel’s arms, dragging both of them with her.

The others blinked as they watched the three walk away.

“… well at least they get along now.”

“… should we have them two join our grou—“

“Jimmy, no.”

2:45 PM

After going out to eat with both women, Rhea returned with them back to the hotel. Upon returning, they overheard that the other superstars were planning on going out tonight as a group to the same bar that they all went to last night. The three simply sat by the lounge area of the hotel as they chatted, spending their time catching up on the time that they lost all because they were against one another.

“So,” Liv began as she shifted in her seat, shifting the conversation that they had earlier to another topic. “… you and Roman, Rhea?”

Rhea stared at her momentarily. “Next question.”

“And here she goes again…” Raquel sighed and shook her head.

“What? Did I say something bad?” Liv asked as she looked at Raquel, concerned that she might have said something wrong, but the Latina just shook her head.

“No, Liv, you’re good. The thing is that THIS person right here is in complete and utter denial.”

“Just like how you’re in denial about you losing against me three times in a row?” Rhea asked as she arched an eyebrow.

“I— don’t drag me in this fight, I’m not a part of it, starting now.” Liv quickly warned the two as she tried to shift away from the two slightly in her seat. Raquel rolled her eyes at that.

“Come on, we’re not starting any fights. If anything, we should address the elephant in the room: Rhea Bloody Ripley in denial.”

“Okay- look.” Rhea sighed deeply as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “… if I say this, promise you won’t freak out.”

“I promise.” Liv quickly said

“I can’t promise shit, Ripley.” Raquel simply said as she crossed her arms. The Eradicator deadpanned at her before she took a deep breath and spoke.

“… Roman confessed to me while I was asleep.”

“He WHAT—“

“Knew it.”

“Okay one, Liv, I told you not to freak out and two, Raquel, don’t be a smartass.” Rhea said as she scoffed. “Look- the point is that he made the official confession while I was asleep. Well, half-conscious. I wasn’t exactly awake but I did hear him damn well the moment he said it.”

“Aaaaaand how do you feel about it…?” Liv asked as she gave her a look.

“…”

“… Rhea, we don’t know the meaning of that silence.”

“…”

In her few seconds of silence, Raquel grew impatient before she took her hand and slapped it against the back of Rhea’s head. Making her cry out in pain and a few other people from afar stare at them.

“Raquel what the fu—“

“Chingona, just fucking say it already, damn! What’s it gonna take for you to admit it?!”

“Hm, hit her more.” Liv mumbled. At that, Rhea abruptly turned to face her.

“Liv!”

“What? I’m only suggesting—“

“And they say I’m the bad influence—“

“Okay enough.” Raquel huffed. “Rhea. You need to come to terms with this shit. Either you feel something or you don’t. That’s all we need to know so we can help you and then, we can move on with our lives forever.”

“… I’ll have my answer by tonight.”

“By toni— oh come on–“

“Rhea, you’re literally torturing yourself.” Liv told her as she shook her head. “Like literally.”

“You better keep on that promise, Ripley. Because if you don’t, we’re about to have a problem.”

“Guys, it’s gonna be fine. I will have that answer by tonight and then after that, y’all can live in peace.” Rhea reassured them before she looked at the time. “We should rest for a bit tonight before we leave. I’m betting you everyone’s going and we might ride in the van again tonight.”

“Yeah, good call.” Liv agreed as the three sat up. “What time should we come down here?”

“Austin said that they’re driving off at 6 PM.” Raquel said as she glanced at her phone. “They’re saying it in the group chat as we speak.”

“Alright, six o’clock it is, then.” They walked away together to the elevator before they decided to take a small nap at Raquel’s room, just so they could get ready together later on once they woke up.

5:45 PM

“Come on people, we got fifteen minutes left! Take it or leave it!” Austin called from outside as Grayson had already started the van behind him. “We still have a few seats left!”

“Should we take the other van? Just in case?” Grayson asked him.

“Eh, we’ll see. How many seats do we have left?”

“I’m counting ten more.”

“Should be enough for now. I’ll probably be driving the other van if more people decide to come.” Austin nodded before they saw more people walk out as he perked up before he grinned. “Hey, look who’s tagging along!” He went to the crowd to greet a few superstars.

After a while everyone who wanted to go and hang out at the bar with the others were already walking inside the two vans, one of them which was driven by Grayson which was full whilst the other one was half-full and was driven by Austin. At Grayson’s van, the Judgement Day and the Bloodline, along with Liv, Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey all sat in the back as they chatted amongst each other.

“Dude, rumors are going around that Randy’s coming back as the fifth member for Cody’s teams.” Shayna commented, passing along a bottle of vodka that they had been drinking from since five minutes ago.

“What? After Jey took him out?” Damian scoffed while the others laughed.

“Dude, not only him, but Jimmy too. And Roman.”

“Hey now he’s gonna want to mess with us now then if that’s true.” Jimmy quickly said almost in a nervous tone while Roman scoffed.

“Good luck with that, he probably doesn’t even know the Bloodline and the Judgement Day are unified.”

“Oh he’s gonna be screwed.” Zoey snickered, taking the bottle as she took a sip from it. “Unless he gets to RKO one of y’all first.”

“Sike, nooooot happening.” Damian immediately said before he was given the bottle and drank a bit as well.

“Hey, pass some of that?” They all kept chatting and drinking only small sips of the bottle, knowing that they couldn’t consume that much alcohol considering how they were about to drink the second they arrived at the bar. After a few minutes, both vans parked near the bar as everyone began to go inside.

“Where’s Zelina at?” Raquel was the first to ask as she looked within the crowd. “She should be here right?”

“Yeah she came from the other van—“

“Good, let’s go!” She immediately grabbed Liv and Rhea’s arms as she dragged both of them with her. “Rhea- you know how to dance salsa, so we’re gonna teach Liv after we find Zelina—“

“What- I don’t know how to–!”

“Oh please, Damian and I taught you that, now let’s go!”

“I’d rather be moshing than doing this but whatever—“

“Oh shut up, come on now!”

Two had passed since their arrival, and during those hours, the three women spent their time dancing and even taking small breaks by the bar while sharing a drink. Liv even took a moment to buy an appetizer for them just to crash down the alcohol an hour later. The three sat as they drank, ate, and laughed.

“You know back when I attacked Rhea way back then, I wanted to do a spear on her but I realize I’ve never even done a spear before on someone!” Liv commented, eating a piece of a spicy wing while she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Raquel smiled and shook her head while Rhea snorted.

“Okay, that would’ve been insane if you did, I’ll admit it—“

“Right?!”

“Her spearing Kevin Owens during Payback had my jaw on the floor, I’ll tell you that.” Raquel also admitted, taking a sip from her martini. “I thought she was done for when she did that, like— I actually thought she was going to be spent after that and that I was gonna win the title.”

“Well, you were damn wrong, so.” Rhea chuckled, causing Liv to laugh.

“On a serious note, I hope you retain next week, because I’m gonna be next, Rhe Rhe. Watch me.”

“Yeaaaaaah about that, I think Shayna wants a shot too, you know… and Becky—“

“What? Them? Oh I’m gonna have to fight them both for the title shot—“

“Let Pearce know after I retain, he’ll make it official. Trust me.”

“Ohhhhh, she’s that confident to retain next week…” Raquel chuckled. “Zoey isn’t easy to beat, Rhe Rhe. You think she has potential though?”

“Honestly? She does.” Rhea spoke sincerely, leaning back on her chair while grabbing her drink. “The way I view you and Liv here, is the same way I view Zoey. Both of you have potential. Lots of it. And I’m not going to spill too much info, but a little birdie told me that more championship titles might start coming out…”

“No way.” Liv immediately said as her eyes widened. Almost leaning forward as she looked at Rhea while she drank whilst Raquel also grew interested. “How did you get this info?”

“Well, when the Wiseman is friends with both Pearce and Aldis and when he represents the Bloodline and the Judgement Day at the same time, you end up knowing everything.”

“Girl, you better not put our hopes up for nothing.” Raquel told her, dipping a piece of celery into the ranch that they had with the wings before she took a bite out of it. Liv then gasped before she looked at the two.

“Wait, what if they decide to put on a triple tag championship? For the women?”

“That would make the roster explode, trust me.” Rhea chortled. They kept on chatting, and when Raquel was talking about Santos turning against Rey during Friday Night Smackdown weeks ago and how Zelina told how she felt about it, Rhea took a moment to look at the crowd of people. She then smiled when she saw Damian and Iyo from afar, both smiling and laughing as Damian was teaching her to dance to bachata. He looked happy when he was around her; free from all the stress and anger that he kept on having at work. It was a nice change for him to be in a committed relationship with someone like Iyo. She only hoped that their relationship lasted longer than anyone would expect.

She then turned her head and saw Dom chatting with Jimmy and Finn. The group shared a drink and laughed before the song that played in the bar switched, and as soon as it did, Dom and Finn immediately sang along with it out loud like almost everyone within the bar while Jimmy tried his best to follow along but ended up with the other two laughing and helping him. The Samoan twin didn’t know Spanish very well unlike Dom and Finn, but they were able to help him get along with it.

Near them were Solo and Roman, both of them also chatting and sharing a drink before she saw Damian and Iyo- both of them who finished dancing and were holding hands as they walked up to them. She watched as Damian and Roman exchanged a few words while the former paid for his and Iyo’s drinks. They both seemed to be in an understanding conversation with one another before Damian extended his hand to the Tribal Chief in a handshake, with the male Samoan smiling and accepting said handshake before—

“Mira ve y comételo a besos, pues.” Raquel suddenly interrupted her chain of thoughts, causing Rhea to almost jump in her seat as she turned to her and Liv.

“What–”

“Girl, just go! You said you were going to have your answer by tonight, right?!”

“Rhea, you’ve been watching him for the past five minutes, you’re not even being subtle about it!” Liv agreed as she ordered another drink for herself. “It’s that easy. Go up to him, chat about anything- literally anything, and then boom, pour your freakin’ heart out! Easy, simple!”

“Exactly, what she said.” Raquel agreed as she pointed at Liv while nodding her head.

“Look, at midnight, we’re all going to start taking shots. Midnight. Right now, it’s 8:40 PM.” Raquel showed her the time on her watch. “If you don’t make a decision before then, you’re gonna lose your chance. At some point, he might get tired of waiting. Is that what you want, Ripley?”

“I couldn’t agree more, she’s right, you know.” A female voice suddenly spoke beside them. At that, all three heads turned to see Nia who was paying for her own drink. At that, Raquel was the first one to frown disapprovingly.

“Haven’t you done enough, Nia?” She asked. “Why don’t you go and talk shit somewhere else and leave Rhea be?”

“Whoa there, I’m not here to cause issues, alright?” Nia simply sat, waiting for her drink to be prepared. “I’ve come in peace, and I’d like to talk to Rhea. It’s nothing bad.”

Rhea looked at her momentarily, before she shared a look with Raquel and Liv. Liv wore a concerned look on her face, whilst Raquel looked at Nia sternly. Reminding her how Damian would do the exact same thing for her in these types of situations.

“Raq. Liv, I’ll be fine.” She reassured both women. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit, okay?” Rhea watched as Liv and Raquel hesitantly walked away before she turned towards Nia.

“What do you want?”

“Well, first I'd like to apologize for my…behavior at Crown Jewel- and before that. When Solo texted me asking for my help to convince Roman to leave your side and get some rest because he refused, I didn't believe it because that’s just not how Roman was. Then when I got to the hospital and saw how bad it actually was, it made me realize that, Rhea, he truly does love you. He was crying and that is not a sight I've seen much growing up with him.” She then paused as she took a sip from her drink after the bartender served it to her while Rhea listened, a bit taken back not only because Nia was apologizing to her out of all people, but at the fact that she was actually caring towards her own blood.

“Look. What I’m trying to say is that… don’t make him wait any longer.” Nia set her drink down as she then turned to her yet again. “All I want is the best for my own blood and I’d hate to see any of them suffer. At the end of the day, they’re my family. No matter what.”

Rhea didn’t know what to say as she looked down. Nia then sighed as she took her drink from the table and walked past her before she spoke yet again. “If you want my advice, go get him while you still can. Life’s too short, Ripley.”

She was walking away after she said that while Rhea was left thinking until she spoke to her, making the irresistible force pause in her steps. “Shayna forced you to apologize, didn’t she?”

Nia remained silent for a bit before she turned to face her yet again. “I would’ve still apologized to you after what I saw. But… yeah, she kinda did. You might want to thank her for that. And also… I’m sorry I called you a whore. Now that was out of line from me, I will admit.”

Rhea wanted to laugh at that but she decided to keep herself. She watched as Nia walked away through the crowd of people, leaving her alone in her booth with her own thoughts. She looked among the crowd, watching everyone enjoying their time and having fun while she was mentally contemplating as she finished her drink. When she did, she set her glass down before she once again looked to Roman’s direction, noticing how he was now talking to Solo and Jimmy for a few seconds before she saw the two walk away, leaving their cousin by himself at the bar.

She watched him from where she sat as he ordered his own drink to the bartender. She then looked around, wondering if Raquel and Liv would come back anytime soon. When she then realized that they were probably somewhere in the bar talking with other people, she made her choice. Grabbing her things, she then stood up, walking and making her way through the crowd.

She noticed how he was about to take out his own wallet to pay when the bartender handed him his drink as she was already a few feet away from him. When she was already close enough, she spoke to the bartender as she cleared her throat.

“I’ll pay for his drink, and I’ll take what he’s having as well.”

At that, both the bartender and Roman himself turned their heads to face her. “Bourbon whiskey ma’am?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with that.” He nodded as he went to prepare the drink while Rhea took a seat next to Roman.

“Well, typically I pay for my own stuff.” Roman commented as he took a sip from his drink. At that, she faced him with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, get used to it. You paid for mine last time, now it’s my turn.” She simply told him as the bartender came back with her drink while she paid. While she did, Roman chuckled.

“Are you sure you can handle whiskey?”

“Well, you’re a piece of work and I can handle you. What makes you think I can’t handle this?”

“Okay, so we’re being bold now?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment while she smiled. “Alright, go ahead, see if you can drink that in one go. I wanna see you try.”

At that, Rhea scoffed, taking the drink in her hand as she drank it all in one go without hesitation. She then set the glass on the table with a small ‘cling’, before she made a gesture to it while showing it to Roman. “You were saying?”

“I could’ve easily done that.”

“Sure you can.” Rhea said sarcastically while Roman snorted, also drinking his whiskey in one go before he set the empty glass on the table as she watched him.

“You were saying?” He smirked at her, imitating her question while she rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile of her own, though she failed in doing so.

“Show-off.” She only said while he only chucked. The two then took a moment to glance at the crowd of people around the bar, especially watching their group having fun.

“This place is packed unlike the last time we all went here. No wonder people like this place.”

“Especially on a Friday night, though.” Roman agreed as they turned back to each other. “The beers are good too, I’ll tell you that.”

At that, an idea came to her head as Rhea saw the bartender pass by while she turned her head to Roman and spoke. “What kind of beers do you like?”

“I’m good with any, why?”

“Good. Excuse me?” She called the bartender who perked up as he turned to her. “Could we get two Coronas with lime?”

The bartender quickly nodded before he served the two beers while Rhea paid for them once again. She thanked the bartender before she sat up, taking her own beer while she nudged at Roman. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” He asked as he took his own beer while he followed her.

“Chat somewhere more private. We can go back to the van for a bit.” She told him. “I have spare keys to get in, so we should be good.”

Both of them began to go through the crowd until they made their way outside the bar. It was a bit cold given the weather at the moment, but they were able to arrive at the van quickly as Rhea unlocked it. They both went inside the large van, careful not to trip over anything before they got all the way to the back where the wider and more comfortable seats were.

“Well, this is a bit better. Needed a break from all the noise inside anyways.” Roman commented as they both sat together, with Roman sitting on one far end while Rhea sat with her legs propped up to the seat. Just like how she would usually do.

“Yeah, well, that was kinda the intention, to be honest.” Rhea told him, leaning against the seat comfortably with her beer in hand as she took a sip from it. “I just… wanted to catch up with you in a quieter place.”

“Yeah? Well… it’s been a while since we talked like this.” Roman pointed out as he also drank his beer. “After everything that went down.”

“I know.” She said almost softly, looking down at her beer. “… and I’ll be honest, I’ve been a dick lately and for that, I apologize.”

“No. No, I don’t blame you.” He reassured her. “After everything that happened? I would’ve reacted in a same or similar way if I was in your shoes.”

“No, it’s not just that, it’s…” She trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. “I kept pushing you away and it was unfair of me. I should’ve done things differently but I didn’t know what to do or say, hell, I didn’t even know how to feel, so I panicked.”

“Well… if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t as hurtful as the time Seth hit me with that steel chair.”

At that, she snorted as she kicked him lightly in the side with her heel, making him yelp. “Ow–“

“That’s what you get.”

“Geeze, you wanna take me out all of the sudden?” He asked as he rubbed his side while she couldn’t help but chuckle. At his question, she arched an eyebrow.

“Reigns, you have to be more specific when asking a question like that, because either I can just take you out or send you to rehab.”

At that, he paused as he arched an eyebrow at her. They both looked at each other for a moment until they couldn’t help but break as they laughed together.

“Were you trying to flirt with me—“

“I was—“ The two remained there as they chatted for the next two hours while having already finished their beers. Right now, it was 11:30 PM. Rhea listened to Roman talk about his times during the Shield as she looked at him. After a while, they changed the subject until Rhea winced when she noticed that she had her legs folded for a while and she needed to stretch them as they were threatening to fall asleep. At that, Roman allowed her to place one leg on his lap while she set the other on the floor, making her also needing to scorch a little bit closer to his side.

“Reigns?”

“Hm?”

For a moment, Rhea seemed to hesitate to ask whatever she had in her mind at first until she steeled herself, knowing that she couldn't hold back any longer. “This is out of curiosity and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but…” She paused, looking at her lap. “… why did you kiss me when we first met?”

At the question, Roman gazed at her for a few minutes. She waited for an answer from him as she leaned her head to the side. He then looked down at his empty bottle before he carefully set it on the ground, finally deciding to speak after he gathered what he intended on saying.

“I think at the time I did it because I wanted to shut you up-

“Yeah I know, I argue a lot.” Rhea said as she sighed while Roman chuckled before he continued to speak.

“Well yeah, but that was also just an excuse to hide the fact that I was starting to like you…”

Her gaze softened slightly at that. Her hand extended to hold his momentarily as he allowed her to do so, his thumb caressing her knuckles like he usually did. “And… what did it feel like to you?”

“What?”

“The kiss. Did it… did it mean anything to you?” She asked. For some time, she never knew why, but she always had this sort of fear in which one day she was going to hear how he truly felt. At first they were nothing but a fling but now, things have changed.

And deep down she also wanted this, but at the same time, she was scared.

“It meant the world to me, Rhea. Do you think I'll just kiss anyone?”

“I-”

“Don’t answer that,” they both chuckled, “But no I wouldn't. What did it mean to you?”

“To be honest it was kinda the downfall of everything,” Roman’s face fell a bit, “But I loved every second of it. I tried to convince myself that I didn't, that it was wrong, but god it felt so right,” Rhea continued, “Roman i have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“At the hospital, when I was still asleep…I heard what you said.”

“...You did?”

“Everything. And I think it’s time I finally say it back. I love you too, Roman,” Rhea said teary eyed. Without hesitation Roman pulled Rhea into a sweet kiss, both smiling into it. Rhea began to move closer, wanting more but the moment was cut short by someone knocking on the van’s window. The sound making both Rhea and Roman jump.

“Yo, take it easy. Dejen esa bellaquera para el hotel. We’re getting shots now, let’s go.”

Damian.

They sighed before they started laughing while Damian walked away.

“I think I almost died again,” Rhea said jokingly before they got out of the van and walked into the bar holding hands.

It was already 2:30 AM as everyone returned to the hotel. Unlike last time, more people were drunk and had to be escorted by the sober ones to their rooms. Liv and Rhea had to escort a tipsy Raquel back to her room while making sure that she was okay. Afterwards, Rhea was called for help to drag both Jimmy and Finn to their rooms as well.

“Are you okay with sobering Raquel up? I need to head back to the lobby.” Rhea asked Liv as she kept her phone inside her pocket while they stood outside the taller woman’s room.

“Sure, I’ll be fine.” Liv reassured her.

“Alright. Night Liv, take care- call me if you need anything.”

“Goodnight- oh, also!” Liv paused her. “Before you leave…”

“Yeah?”

“You need to tell me and Raquel about everything.”

At that, Rhea blinked in confusion. “About what?”

“You and Roman- you know, when you both came back to take shots with us and you were holding hands…”

“Pft, no we weren’t.” Rhea lied while she made a face. At that, Liv arched an eyebrow.

“Literally everyone saw you two.”

“Okay, okay- I’ll tell you in the morning.” Both chuckled. Rhea was about to turn to the elevator when Liv spoke once more.

“I’m glad you’re happy… you know.” A bit of sadness could be heard in her voice. Rhea turned to her, looking as the blonde smiled sadly. Rhea felt a pang of pity before she spoke.

“And you’ll be happy someday too, Liv. I know you will.” She pressed the elevator button. “But I’ll still be here for you no matter what.”

They both smiled at one another until Rhea couldn’t help but approach Liv with a hug. Liv returned the hug, trying her best not to cry while she rubbed her back. When the elevator doors opened they broke away, with Liv wiping her tears.

“I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you guys for breakfast.” Rhea nodded as they both bid farewell before Liv went to check on Raquel while Rhea went to the elevator. She arrived at the lobby after a while to see Damian and Roman dragging a drunk Jimmy while Dom was helping a drunk Finn.

“A little help here? Please?” Damian asked while looking at Rhea as he gestured to Finn. She sighed and shook her head before she went and helped Finn.

“Where’s Solo?”

“He was a bit drunk too. He had a headache, so he went straight to his room.” The group went inside the elevator, escorting both Finn and Jimmy to their rooms. They were able to take Finn first as Dom volunteered in helping him sober up.

“He’s been saying yeet for the past thirty minutes…” Roman mumbled as he rolled his eyes, finally being able to bring Jimmy to his room while Damian and Rhea tried their best not to laugh. “I’m gonna check on him before we leave, I’ll be right back.” He told them before he went to his cousin’s room to help him sober up.

“So…” Damian and Rhea both waited in the hallway as the older male turned to her. “It’s official, I’m assuming?”

“Well… yeah.” She told him as she leaned against the wall while holding her hands inside her pockets. “How about you and Iyo?”

“Well, Bayley was a bit against it at first because she wants Iyo to be focused on her championship and war games, but Dakota and Iyo were able to talk her out of it.” Damian explained. “But so far, we’re good.”

“Well, at least she isn’t giving you the stink eye.”

“Nope. For now.” Both chuckled before Damian got a text. “And speak of the devil- she wants me downstairs with her and Iyo at the bar.”

“Try not to get drunk again.” She reminded him while he walked to the elevator as he pressed the button. “And leave the bellaquera with Iyo afterwards!”

“Hey that’s my word—“ Damian called out while Rhea laughed before he went inside the elevator. “See you in the morning!”

“See ya!” She watched him leave as she decided to stay and wait for Roman in the hallway. She figured she should spend a little bit more time with him before she went to sleep. She wasn’t that tired yet, after all. After about a minute or so Roman finally came out of Jimmy’s room.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning though.” They chuckled and began to walk towards Rhea’s room.

“Did he keep saying ‘yeet’?”

“God, he wouldn’t shut up,” Roman groaned, making Rhea laugh even more. They eventually arrived at Rhea's room and she turned towards him.

“About what he talked about in the van-”

“Yeah I don’t think we're quite finished. Where did we leave off again?” He said with a smirk on his face and pulled her closer to his body by her waist. She gave him a knowing look before she pulled him into a kiss.

“Stay with me tonight…please?” Rhea mumbled into his lips.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He picked her up with ease, opened the door, and closed with his foot behind them. He gently placed her on the bed all while still kissing her. They finally pulled away to breathe.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight,” he whispered and began to pull at the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms for him to take it off. Roman caressed her waist with his cold hands, making her slightly shiver. He then unclipped her bra and slowly slid the straps down her shoulders.

“Now is your turn,” Rhea teased while pulling at his shirt. In a swift moment, he took his shirt off and she took the opportunity to pull him into a needy kiss once again only to drag him into the bed with her. She got on top of him and dragged her hands over his toned abs all the way up to his chest. She leaned down and kissed his neck, determined to leave a mark of her own.

“I was the one who was supposed to mark you tonight,” Roman said.

“Hm, you still can,” Rhea teased. With that he flipped them over making Rhea giggle a bit. He kissed and licked from her collarbone up to her jaw. He then leaned his forehead against hers just to look at her eyes.

“What?” she asked, smiling.

“Just thinking of how I got so lucky.” Rhea bit her lip before kissing him once again. While doing so, she hooked her finger around one of the belt loops from his jeans.

“I think it’s time for you to take these off, don’t you think?”

“As you wish.” He began to take his pants off as well as hers. Once they were discarded on the floor, Roman knelt down on the foot of the bed, lifted one of Rhea’s legs and started leaving a trail of wet kisses down until he reached her dripping core.

“Roman, please- I’ve waited enough.”

“You’re so impatient.” He sat up and aligned his rock hard cock with her entrance. He looked at her face for any signs of protest before finally going in. Rhea closed her eyes and tossed her head back in pleasure.

“Ro…”

“Look at me, mami. Look at me while I finally make you mine.” She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with love and lust. He pulled her into a messy kiss all while speeding up his thrusts. Her moans kept getting louder along with his grunts.

“I’m close, baby,” she moaned.

“Just a little longer-” he whispered in her ear.

“Please-” she said desperately, letting herself be vulnerable for once.

“Now.” She gripped onto his back, letting out a high pitched moan. Roman’s thrust became sloppy and soon came to a stop. The room was filled with tired pants. Rhea laid with her eyes closed, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

“You alright?” He asked, a bit concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“Are you willing to give me a number higher than a six now?” He asked with a cocky smile. Soon it turned into a look of pain caused by a kick from Rhea. He tried to get up to grab a cloth for her but she pulled back.

“Stay,” she said in a gentle voice. He gave in and laid down and pulled her cold body to his warm embrace. Her head was pressed against his chest with a calm look on her face. She soon started running her finger through his tattoos. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on her forehead, the action making Rhea look up at him.

“I love you, Ro,” she pecked his lips.

“I love you too, mami.”

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you saw the truth in me || George Weasley

Title: you saw the truth in me Pairing: George x Reader Warnings: Mentions of fighting/violence, mentions of blood. Summary: George never thought he’d be back here again, heartbroken over the only girl he’s ever loved. But once again, he only has himself and his stupidity to blame. Hockey has always been his safe place, but even that isn’t enough to heal his broken heart. A man once at the height of his life, is now on the cusp of losing it all. It’s time for the lies and fakeness to end, and George can only hope it isn’t too late. A/N: here it is, the final part of hockey!george! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported this series and left lovely comments/sent messages - it truly means so much to me that you all love hockey!George as much as I do! As always, comments/feedback are always welcome and appreciated <3 Tags: @rk-ceres

George is purely operating on auto-pilot at this point. When Y/N walked out of his life she took all of his motivation and will to do anything with her. If hockey wasn’t all he had left George surely would have been happy rotting away in bed for the foreseeable future. But without Y/N around he has to focus on something, so hockey it is.

He only gets out of bed because he has practice and training and film sessions to attend. He only gets in the shower so that he doesn’t scare away the few people he hasn’t managed to run off. Eating is purely for fuel, and something he only remembers to do when his body is on the verge of collapsing.

Before she came back into his life George thought hockey was the only love he’d ever have. Hell, he even went back home and convinced his ex-girlfriend to pretend to be engaged to him so that he could further his career. But having Y/N in his home and in his heart taught him many things, one of them being that there is more in life than just hockey. It really made George reevaluate his outlook, made him think about what happens when he retires and what he wants his life to look like.

Before Y/N he had convinced himself that he’d spend the rest of his days alone, spending time with his family and doting on his nieces and nephews between lavish vacations and golf trips. Maybe he’d coach a peewee league or two. Whatever he would do George had it in his head that he would be doing it alone.

But once Y/N reappeared in his life all of those future plans changed. He saw a house in a quiet suburb with a golden retriever in the yard. He saw Y/N in the kitchen, humming to herself as she made dinner. There were kids too, at least three, a perfect combination of the two of them that would fill their house with love and laughter.

It was a future that George didn’t just imagine - he yearned for it. And with one mistake it’s gone.

Now he’s not really sure what the point of it all is. What’s the point of being at the height of his career when there’s no one in the stands cheering him on? What’s the point of making all of this money when he has no college funds or family vacations to spend it on?

He knows everyone is worried about him, but he’s gone into pure survival mode. Ignoring everyone and everything that might make him feel something. Just like he did the last time he fucked up and lost Y/N.

George grunts as Ross slams him into the boards, his shoulder seizing up as his head bounces off the glass. He doesn’t even have the energy to hit back, he just lets him skate off with the puck.

He’s been playing like absolute shit ever since he came back from spring break, but George can’t find it in himself to care. There’s a Y/N shaped hole in his heart, and there isn’t room in his mind for anything except the pain he feels without her. Sure he’s the one who broke them up, but he was doing what he thought was best for her - not for him.

Even knowing that the Rebels will be drafting him next week isn’t enough to make him feel anything other than pain, which is ironic considering the fact that he told Y/N some bullshit about needing to focus on hockey was the reason why he was ending things. At this point George doesn’t even care if he makes it to the NHL, hell Coach could cut him tomorrow and he’d walk away from hockey forever.

Without Y/N nothing really makes sense anymore.

George is so out of it that he doesn’t even realize the game is still going on around him until Coach blows his whistle.

“All right, that's enough for today, hit the locker room boys. Weasley - my office, now!”

He takes his time leaving the ice, not wanting to face the worried looks his teammates have been sending his way for days. George is almost thankful that Coach is about to tear him a new asshole, since the locker room will probably be empty by the time he gets back there and he doesn’t have to ignore all the questions the boys are sure to have.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, Weasley?” Coach asks before George’s ass is even in the seat across from his desk.

“Just got a lot on my mind,” George mumbles, shrugging his shoulders.

Coach huffs, clearly torn between berating the boy in front of him or offering him a sympathetic shoulder. “Look, I can’t imagine the shit you’re going through, kid. But you gotta leave it in the locker room. Out on that ice the only thing that should be in your head is the game, you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I mean it, George. Fucking up out there isn’t just going to fuck things up for the team but for you as well. The Rebel’s are only offering you a provisional contract, there’s no guarantee they’ll actually call you up once you graduate. Then you’ll be stuck entering the draft as a free agent, and with the way you’ve been playing you’ll be lucky to make it onto a farm team. This is everything you’ve been working towards, Weasley and you are so fucking close, kid. Don’t let all that hard work go to waste. Hockey is the only thing you’ve got room for in your life, understand?”

George nods, and after a few moments of silence Coach dismisses him and he doesn’t hesitate to get the fuck out of there.

But Coach is right. If he can’t have Y/N at least he still has hockey, and that will have to be enough.

Which is why he’s ignored every single one of Fred’s phone calls, and has made up an excuse every time Adam or Thomas invites him out to do something. He told them Y/N had to go back home for some kind of family emergency to explain his shitty mood, and George knows the second they get him alone they’ll be able to tell something bigger is going on; and that is not a conversation George is ready to have.

They’ve got one more preseason game before Morris announces him as Captain, and George is just holding on until then. Once the announcement is made he’ll be able to get his shit back together and be the man everyone seems to think he is.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

“Hey, you okay?”

Y/N flinches at the sound of Fred’s voice, and she slowly spins around to face him. He’s standing just where George did all of those weeks ago when he came to ask for her help and it makes the hole in her chest throb. Because even though George hurt her again, Y/N wishes it was him standing there checking on her, not his twin.

“Just peachy,” she lies, giving Fred her best fake grin.

Fred snorts in laughter. “I think you’ve always been so focused on George that you forget I’ve known you just as long as he has, Y/N. So cut the crap, we both know you’re not okay.”

Y/N sighs, letting her shoulders slump. Because Fred is right. She’s so far from being okay that word has lost all meaning. It’s been three days since she left Chicago, and even though she’d been desperate to get away Y/N finds herself wishing she was there, back at home with George.

She’s not really sure when Chicago became home, but the second she touched down in Washington she knew this wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Everything just feels wrong.

Her old apartment that she thought was so cozy feels like a prison cell, skating at the community center doesn’t bring her the same joy it used to - not when she knows what it’s like to skate at the arena with George by her side. Even seeing her friends leaves her with a longing to hang out with Olivia and Jenny.

It’s like George finally showed her what it really means to live her life, and now she’s just floating along with no idea how to function anymore. So she plasters on her best fake smile and does what she does best: pretend.

“Look,” Fred starts, taking a few steps forward so he’s closer. “I have no idea what happened between you and George while you guys were in Chicago and I’m not going to pretend that I fully understand the relationship you two have. But there are a few things I do know for sure. For starters I know my brother is hurting, he’s refusing my calls and if the texts I’ve gotten from his teammates are true he’s shutting himself out from the world. And the only other time he did that was after he broke up with you and he was heartbroken.”

Y/N looks away from Fred, not wanting him to see how upset it makes her knowing George is hurting too. Even though she knows he brought that upon himself, she knows she played a role in that pain too. Instead of sticking around to hear what George had to say, she shut down and ran away, just like she did all those years ago. Just like she regrets doing all those years ago.

Instead of staying and working things out together, she ran, and all that has accomplished is making them both feel like shit.

“I also know that whatever the hell happened between you two was far from fake. Because you’re both hurt for real, and some stupid lie or argument between two people pretending to be in love wouldn’t cause this kind of heartbreak,” he continues when she doesn’t say anything. “Finally, I know whatever the hell happened was just a roadblock in your story, not the end. You still love George, and you’re holding out hope that he still loves you too.”

His voice is so strong and sure, and those feelings are reflected in Fred’s gaze once Y/N gets the courage to look at him. It almost takes her breath away, how confident Fred is that her and George will work things out.

“How do you know?” she asks, unable to keep the question in. “How can you be so sure that everything is going to work out?”

The smile on Fred’s face could light the world as he gestures towards her left hand. “Because you’re still wearing the ring my brother gave you. If everything that happened was really fake, and you’re really done with him, why are you still wearing it?”

Y/N is at a loss for words, and with a final wink Fred turns on his heel and walks away. Once he’s disappeared she can’t help but look at the diamond sparkling on her finger, and even just the thought of taking it off makes her chest ache. Despite it being a painful reminder of what could have been, every time she’s tried to take it off Y/N was never quite able to go through with it. It’s the last claim George has over her, and taking it off means that they really are over.

And if George is feeling just as heartbroken as she is, maybe there still is hope for a happily ever after.

“Wow, Fred wasn’t lying. You really do look like shit.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at Angelina’s bluntness, but there’s a genuine smile on her face for the first time in days.

“Please, come in and continue to insult me when I already feel like dog shit,” Y/N responds, opening her front door wider so she can come in.

It’s been a few days since Fred confronted her at the rink, and Y/N isn’t totally surprised that Angelina is here to check up on her. She’d kind of been hoping that she would show up eventually, because Y/N has been dying to get a female perspective on the situation. If anyone is going to tell it to her straight with no regard for her feelings it’s going to be Angelina Johnson.

Perhaps the best thing to come out of her relationship with George, besides all the love and whatever, is her relationship with Angelina. Dating one half of Fred and George is taxing, to say the least, and the two girls developed a kind of kinship over complaining about all the shit their boyfriends got into.

Luckily Y/N got to keep Angelina in the breakup, because getting fake engaged to your ex boyfriend and then falling in love with him again is something only a girl who is dating a Weasley twin can understand.

“You know I already nursed you through one George Weasley breakup,” Angelina teases as she plops down onto the couch. “I’m not really sure I have it in me to do it again.”

“You came over here on your own, you realize that, right?” Y/N sits down next to her, halfheartedly hitting the other girl with a throw pillow. “You’re the one who volunteered yourself for this position.”

“Semantics,” Angelina scoffs playfully. She bites her lip, suddenly feeling a bit nervous as she clutches the pillow Y/N hit her with to her chest. “I mean it kind of is my fault that you’re in this situation, so it only makes sense that I help you come up with a plan to get out of it.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Just because Fred got this hairbrained idea for George and I to get fake engaged because you read a bunch of romance novels does not make any of this your fault. I’m the one who went and fucked up the plan by actually getting real feelings. And you certainly didn’t make George lie to me. I’m the one who got myself into this mess.”

“Still, I feel bad and Fred has been fucking moping around the apartment since George refuses to pick up his calls and I needed a good reason to get the hell out of there.”

“So you’re here for purely selfish reasons,” Y/N laughs. “I see how it is.”

“So you really fell in love with George again, huh?” Angelina questions, nudging Y/N’s knee with her own.

“Yeah, like a fucking idiot.”

Angelina huffs a laugh. “I don’t know how those boys ended up managing to get two of the hottest girls we went to school with. I swear it must be witchcraft.” That pulls another smile from Y/N, and she considers her next words carefully. “And you’re not an idiot, Y/N. If you fell back in love with George it’s because of who George is and the way he treated you. It’s not like you hated him and then woke up on a random morning madly in love again.”

Y/N shrugs, keeping her eyes focused on the rug to keep from looking at the other girl. “I don’t think I ever really hated George,” she admits quietly. “Was I pissed at him for breaking up with me? Of course, but I never hated him. I think deep down I’ve always loved him, but I refused to acknowledge those feelings to keep myself from getting hurt. That’s the only reason I agreed to this stupid thing in the first place, I told myself either this was George and I’s second chance at a future or it was the wake up call I needed to finally put that chapter of my life to rest and move on.”

“And which one was it?”

“Wake up call,” Y/N responds, her tone saying ‘duh, isn’t it obvious?’

Angelina gives her a grin that Y/N swears she’s seen on Fred’s face before. I guess it’s true that people in long term relationships start to mimic each other’s mannerisms.

“Then why haven’t you taken off the ring?”

Y/N groans, flopping back against the pillows. “You’re such a shithead, you know that? Fred asked me the same question at the rink the other day.”

“He did?” Angelina asks, even though the glint in her eyes tells Y/N that she already knew that. “You know I deserve an award for all the work I’ve put into that boy. He’s a different man than he was when we met, and it’s all thanks to me.”

“If anyone has changed during the course of your relationship it’s you,” Y/N teases. “You used to actually be tolerable and now you’re both insufferable idiots.”

Now Angelina is the one smacking Y/N with a pillow, hitting her softly a few times before they’re both dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“So answer the question,” Angelina urges once they’ve calmed down. “If you and George really are over for good why are you still wearing your engagement ring?”

Y/N sighs, holding out her left hand to examine the piece of jewelry George slid onto her fourth finger. It’s everything she’s always wanted her engagement ring to be, a true reminder of how well George knows her and his dedication to do everything he can to make her happy. It’s a reminder of all the plans they’d made as teenagers, and even though it was supposed to be fake, she’d viewed it as a promise that George would make all of those other dreams come true too.

“I guess because I don’t really want it to be over. Of course I’m pissed at George and I’m upset that he lied to me, but I want that second chance. Or maybe it’s our third chance, who the hell knows anymore. I just know that I’m not ready to say goodbye to George Weasley for good. I think he fell back in love with me too, I just don’t know how to fix this mess we’ve gotten ourselves in.”

That stupid Fred grin is back on Angelina’s face and Y/N already regrets the words that have just come out of her mouth. Fred really has rubbed off on Angelina too much, and while she doesn’t know what the plan is, the look on Angelina’s face tells Y/N that she already has one.

And she’s not really sure if that’s a good thing or not.

George had planned on ignoring it.

The knocking started over twenty minutes ago, and he figured whichever of his teammates decided to try and talk some sense into him would eventually get tired and give up. But now it’s gone from simple knocking to pounding, and as much as George doesn’t want to see anyone he does have neighbors and the last thing he needs is a noise complaint to make him feel shittier than he already does.

So he stomps to the front door, fully intent on opening it just long enough to tell whoever it is to fuck right off so he can go back to wallowing in peace. But all of that fades away, since the second he yanks the door open Olivia and Jenny are pushing their way through, forcing George to the side as they storm into his apartment.

Adam and Thomas follow their girlfriends, but they at least have the decency to look a little ashamed of their ambush. Forcing himself to get his shit together, George takes a few deep breaths before he shuts the door and follows everyone into the living room.

Olivia and Jenny have matching stern expressions on their faces, hands on their hips as they glare at George.

“Sit,” Olivia commands, gesturing towards the couch.

It’s then that George notices no one else is sitting down, in fact the four of them have formed a half circle facing the couch where Olivia just demanded he sit.

“What the fuck is this?” George questions as he does as he was told. “An intervention?”

“So you admit that you did something that requires intervention?”

George frowns and Jenny’s question, silently kicking himself for playing into their hand. He was ready to just spout out some bullshit to get them out of his apartment, but clearly they know something is going on and they don’t plan on leaving until they get it out of him.

“Maybe,” he admits, the same feelings of shame and guilt creeping in when he thinks of Y/N and what happened between them. He knows he royally fucked everything up, but he’s at a loss for what to do to try and fix things between them. Y/N was clear that she regretted not fighting for their relationship last time, and George isn’t going to let himself make the same mistake. He just doesn’t know where to go from here.

All he knows is that his plan to keep his head down and focus on hockey has been a complete and utter failure. His skating has been sloppy, his puck control has gone out the window and every time he steps on the ice he’s counting down the minutes until he can go home and crawl into his sheets that still smell like Y/N.

“Spill, now,” Olivia demands.

And so he does. Because these people are his family, and he knows they’ve come to care about Y/N too, and if he has any shred of hope for getting Y/N back he’ll take all the help he can get. Even if it means letting everyone know what an utter idiot he’s been over the last few months.

He starts all the way at the beginning, back when he let his insecurities get the better of him and he broke things off with Y/N. George tells them about the pain, and how he buried himself into hockey to ignore all of it, and his promise to never love another woman again. When he gets to the conversation he had Morris had in the off season and the scheme he cooked up with Fred George’s eyes drop to the floor, not wanting to see the things the others are feeling.

George tells them about how somewhere along the way he fell in love with Y/N for real, and his sole focus became making sure she felt the same way too. He made sure to emphasize how little he cared about being named Captain, that he would have happily been benched for the rest of his career if it meant he had the girl of his dreams by his side.

Leading them all the way up to now, how he had lied to Y/N about being named Captain so he had enough time to really be sure she’d want to make their arrangement something real. And how on the very day he planned on coming clean, his brother had accidentally spilled the beans and she discovered his lie and betrayal. He tells them all about how hurt Y/N looked that day, and how he just let her walk away.

He keeps his eyes downcast as he finishes his story, and they all just stand there in silence.

Until Adam laughing breaks through.

“You’re something else, Weasel, holy shit.”

The grunt he makes when Jenny slaps his stomach makes George finally look up, and he’s surprised and relieved to see that no one looks mad at him.

“You guys aren’t mad?”

“Oh I’m pissed that you lied to us,” Olivia starts, but there isn’t any malice in her voice. “And I’m pissed that you screwed things up with Y/N. But clearly you regret your actions and you’re hurting, so I can be pissed at you after.”

“After?”

“After we help you fix things with Y/N,” Jenny responds as if the answer is obvious. “Making you get on your knees and beg for our forgiveness is only satisfying if you don’t look like an abused puppy while you do it.”

“Gee thanks,” George huffs, rolling his eyes. But for the first time since Y/N walked out on him George feels something other than despair.

He feels hope.

The first step of her new plan involves watching the final Rebel’s preseason game, even though Y/N isn’t totally sure she’s ready to see George again. Even if it is through the TV.

But if what Fred said is true and George has isolated himself from the people around him she needs to make sure that he’s okay. That his heart is still beating and he’s still breathing. Confirmation of life, if you will.

Again, she’s got to quit watching so much Criminal Minds.

From the moment George steps out onto the ice it’s clear he isn’t himself. The one place George has always been sure of himself is the rink, but the man wearing his jersey is far from the confident man Y/N expected to see. As she watches him warm up it’s clear there’s no passion behind his movements, like he’s out there playing because he has to be and not because he wants to be.

It’s the last preseason game and they’re on their own turf, George should be flying high. But from the looks of it he’d rather be anywhere but the stadium. It makes her sick, knowing that even the sport he loves isn’t enough to bring him comfort, and Y/N wishes she could make all that pain go away.

She’s tempted to turn the TV off, she got a glimpse of him to confirm he is still in fact alive, and now can go about her evening doing just about anything else. But she can’t find it in herself to grab the remote and change the station. Despite his clear lack of enthusiasm George looks beautiful out on the ice, and she can’t look away. Y/N decides to at least watch the first period, figuring George will shake off his funk and show up for his teammates.

Unfortunately Y/N has never been more wrong in her life.

George misses passes that he should be able to capture in his sleep, and the few attempts he makes on goal are sloppy and miss the mark by a mile. Clearly his mind is elsewhere, and Y/N feels consumed with guilt, knowing that she’s the reason why George is acting this way. This was supposed to be their season, but how are the Rebel’s supposed to take it all the way with a Captain who’s barely holding it together.

Luckily the Rebels manage to keep it held together until they’re halfway through the second period. Despite George’s shitty playing they’ve scored two goals, keeping them tied with New York. And as Geore skates out for his next shift he almost looks like his old self. Each of his movements are sharp and sure, and even though the camera isn’t zoomed in on his face Y/N can tell there’s a look of determination painted on it.

She’s actually feeling hopeful that he’s managed to pull it together as George faces off against the opposing center for the puck drop. From the angle of the camera it’s apparent that New York’s center is chirping at George for the hundredth time tonight, though Y/N can’t really tell what’s being said. Luckily George is used to it, and he’s always good about ignoring the bullshit and letting their defensemen take care of it.

Except George clearly isn’t himself, because the second the Ref blows the whistle George is dropping his gloves and taking a swing at the player across from him. Y/N gasps as blood sprays from the other player’s nose, a weird mixture of shock and arousal thrumming through her veins.

New York’s center drops his own gloves then, and their fight is in full swing. George grabs onto his opponent’s jersey, yanking him closer so he can land another hit to his face. The Ref’s let them exchange some blows, but as their teammates start to get involved whistles start to blow, and Y/N is on the edge of her seat as George disappears under a pile of fighting hockey players.

It takes several moments for the Refs to pull everyone apart, but since George and New York’s center were the catalysts they are the only two who receive a penalty. He only receives five minutes, and her stomach turns as a Ref leads George to the sin bin. There’s blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, and she can’t help but notice how swollen and bloody his knuckles are as he wipes it away.

Even once his penalty is up, George doesn’t get back on the ice until the game is almost over. Luckily he’s kept his hands to himself, and that same determined glare still graces his features as he nabs the puck at the face off. The game is tied up still, and Y/N doesn’t even breathe as the Rebel’s take the puck down the ice towards New York’s goal. The clock is swiftly ticking down, and they have the opportunity to go into the regular season undefeated.

There were about a dozen different times that Y/N considered switching the game off as she watched, too nervous to keep watching the absolute shit show going on but still feeling the need to support George, even if it’s from her couch and not the stands. But as the clock ticks down and George slaps the puck into the back of the net, scoring both his first point and the game winning point, her heart swells and she’s thankful that she stuck it out.

Because instead of joining his team in celebrating, George raises his stick towards the camera pointed at him, mouthing the words she’s gotten used to seeing again.

“That was for you.”

Y/N doesn’t even realize she’s crying until the tears drip off of her chin and land on her lap. Despite having no idea that she’s watching, and playing the worst game of his career, George dedicated his goal to her.

If that wasn’t enough to prove to her that what she and George had was anything but fake, the post game interview he gives leaves no room for doubt.

“You certainly weren’t playing like yourself out there, George, care to comment on what was going on tonight?”

George grunts, and Y/N can tell that the question pisses him off. “My head just wasn’t in it, but I think New York’s center knocked it back into place,” he jokes, trying to make light of the situation.

“Does it have anything to do with the mystery woman you’ve been spotted with recently? Who is this woman who managed to capture your heart and has you dedicating all of your goals to her?” Another reporter asks once called on.

Y/N figured George is going to deflect the question just like he always does, so she’s surprised when a genuine smile takes over his scowl.

“That mystery woman would be, Y/N. She’s the woman who always pushes me to be the best version of myself, the only voice I hear in my head when I’m out on the ice. The woman that I love.”

Y/N’s breath catches in her throat at his honest answer, and her heart feels like it might beat out of her chest as George looks dead into the camera and continues.

“Baby if you’re watching, and God I really hope you are or I’m about to make a fool of myself on national television, I’m so sorry. I messed up, and I plan on spending every day of the rest of my life making it up to me if you’ll let me. I love you, please come home.”

Suddenly there isn’t a doubt in her mind: George Weasley is completely and irrevocably in love with her and Y/N isn’t going to stop until he knows that she feels the same.

George feels like he might pass out.

It’s been a little over a week since he confessed his love for Y/N on national television and he hasn’t heard a peep from her. He figures it’s because she wasn’t watching the game, because he can’t bear to think that her silence is because she doesn’t feel the same. That’s a depressive spiral he doesn’t have the time or the energy to deal with.

Instead he’s focused on the plan he, Olivia and Jenny came up with. He plans on saying the exact same thing during his post game interview tonight, win or lose, and if that doesn’t work he’ll be on a flight to Washington next week in between games to make his love declaration in person.

George may have joked last week that fighting with New York’s Center knocked his head back on right, but there was some actual truth to that statement. Because he had been playing like shit, and after the fight the only thing he could think of is how upset Y/N would be if she were watching the game. Not only was he playing like shit, but he was acting like an asshole and letting his whole team down, and that version of George he wants her to see. Olivia and Jenny had helped him get his priorities straight and figure out how he needed to start mending things with Y/N, but it was up to him to actually put that plan into place. And playing like shit and getting into fights was not the way to do that.

Y/N truly is constantly pushing George to be the best version of himself, because he wants to be the guy who deserves to be loved by someone as amazing as her. And it really is her voice in his head out there on the ice, because succeeding in his career is going to allow him to give Y/N the life she deserves. And he really does love her, more than he’s ever loved anything.

He’s done feeling sorry for himself, he knows what he wants and he’s not going to stop until he gets it.

The first part of that involved a huge apology to his team, and a promise that he’s done being a fuckhead and he’ll be on the top of his game when they skate out onto that ice tonight. It’s the first game of the season and it’s at home: a lethal combination and anything other than a crushing defeat of the other team is not an option.

Especially when Coach comes into the locker room before warmups, getting ready to make the big announcement that they’ve all been waiting for.

“Alright, settle down, settle down.” Morris’ voice booms out, causing everyone to instantly quiet. “Now after Crawford retired I know there’s been lots of whispers about who would take his place as Captain. And a lot of time and effort has gone into this decision, it’s not something anyone has taken lightly, especially the man who we’ve chosen for the job. I’ve watched this man work endlessly to be the best player out on the ice for years, and recently I’ve seen him work just as hard to be the best man off of the ice too. Which is why I’m honored to announce the next Captain of the Rebels, number thirteen, George Weasley.”

The team whoops and cheers as George makes his way over to where Morris is standing, a brand new jersey with a capital C in his hands. The guys slap his back and ruffle his hair as he goes, and he feels overwhelmed with how much the team cares and supports him. He shakes Morris’ hand before taking the jersey from him, holding it up for all of the guys to see.

“Speech! Speech! Speech!” Thomas starts chanting, with Adam joining in. Pretty soon half the team is shouting, and George waves his hand to quiet them down.

“Jesus, fuck you guys are annoying,” he teases as they start to settle down. “I just wanna start by thanking Coach and everyone who made this decision, it honestly was an honor just to even be considered. This team is my family, and I’m ready to fight alongside all of you this season to bring that Cup home. So let’s get out there on that ice and show them what it means to be a Rebel!”

The team gets rowdy again as George takes off his old jersey, slipping the new one over his gear. It’s gametime then, and as they all line up to exit the tunnel George feels more ready than he ever has. This is going to be their season, and he’ll have Y/N fighting right alongside him if he has anything to say about it.

The announcer’s booming voice echoes through the tunnel as he announces Texas’ team, and the boys start to bounce around as it gets closer and closer to being their turn out onto the ice. One by one as their names are called the guys flood out onto the ice, ramped up by the loud cheers radiating throughout the stadium.

Like usual George is last in line, and as he gets closer and closer to stepping out onto the ice he takes a deep breath, silently praying that Y/N is watching.

“And you’re starting Center and new team Captain number thirteen George Weasley!”

The screams are deafening as George steps out onto the ice, joining the team in their starting lap around the ice. He lets his eyes scan out over the crowd, just taking a moment to let everything sink in. Everything he’s worked for has been leading up to this, and he wants to commit it all to memory. The only thing that would make this night better is knowing that Y/N is there in the crowd to cheer him on too.

Which is why he has to do a double take as they make their way past home bench, because even though he’s sure about what he saw it may have just been a trick of the lights he needs to be sure. And sure enough when he looks again, three rows back sandwiched between Olivia and Jenny is Y/N, a huge grin on her face as their eyes lock.

George stops in his tracks at the sight of her, barely able to comprehend how she’s here.

“Hey Captain!” Y/N shouts, though George reads it from her lips. His mouth drops open as Y/N stands up and turns around, showing off the jersey she has on. Because embroidered above the large number thirteen on the center of her back are the words, Mrs. Weasley.

He can barely believe his eyes, and just as he’s about to throw himself over the boards to get to her Thomas is grabbing the back of his jersey, pulling him towards center ice so they can line up for the national anthem.

“Chill your shit, lover boy! You can make up with your woman later, we’ve got a game to win!”

George spares Y/N one last look before he follows behind Thomas, slipping into a state of complete and utter focus. Because with his girl in the stands, wearing their last name, winning is the only option.

George has never hated all the bullshit that comes with being a professional athlete more than he does right now. Usually he doesn’t mind all the media and the post game discussions, but knowing that Y/N is somewhere in this arena waiting for him makes George want to crawl out of his skin to get to her.

Luckily, after what feels like an eternity he’s storming out of the locker room, his dress shirt barely buttoned up and soaking wet from his hair that he didn’t take the time to dry. He doesn’t care that he probably looks like a crazed animal, all he cares about is getting to her. Which is why he doesn’t realize how familiar the voice that’s calling his name is, and he doesn’t notice the person running full speed at him is Y/N until she’s practically right there in front of him.

He barely has time to drop the hockey bag slung over his shoulder and open his arms before Y/N is barrelling into him so hard it takes all of his strength and balance to keep them upright. Her face presses into the juncture of his neck while her arms twine around it, and George immediately wraps his own around her middle. He grips her tightly as Y/N hooks her legs around his hips, letting her warmth seep into his chest.

“Baby,” he murmurs, nose pressed to her hair as he takes a deep breath in. His knees start to quiver from how good she smells, and George squeezes her even tighter. “You’re here, I can’t believe it.”

Y/N pulls away so she can look at George, the huge smile on her face reflected back at her on his. “How could I not be? Not after you asked me to come back home on national television.”

George chuckles, his cheeks flushing. “So you did see that, huh? When I didn’t hear from you afterwards I thought maybe you missed it. Or you saw it and it didn’t change anything for you.”

“I did see it, and it didn’t change anything for me.” The look that takes over George’s face makes her stomach sink, and Y/N twists her fingers in the damp hair at the back of his head. “Because I was already planning on coming back home to you, George. George Weasley I have loved you since I was six years old and you let me drag you down to the ice every time I stumbled and fell down. Even the time we spent apart did nothing to squash how much I love you. The whole reason I agreed to be your fake fiancé is because I hoped this could be our second chance at a future together. And the second I walked out of that door I wanted to turn around and run right back to you. I let you get away from me once and I’ll be damned if I make the same mistake twice.”

“Baby,” George breathes, tipping his head down so their foreheads are pressed together. “I am “so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you that night about what Coach and I talked about. I was scared that I was running out of time, and you’d be back on a plane to Washington before I could tell you the truth. I love you, Y/N, and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too.”

She squeals as George suddenly spins them in a circle, not stopping until her back is pressed against the wall and she’s pinned beneath him. George leans in, just barely letting their lips touch.

“Say it again.”

Y/N grins. “I love you, George.”

Finally George leans in and kisses her, their mouths fitting together so perfectly it’s as if they were made to match. Some of his teammates have started to filter out, but neither of them cares about the whoops and hollers that start to surround them. George’s kiss is possessive and claiming, and Y/N finds herself whining as he breaks them apart.

“We better head down to the courthouse tomorrow,” George murmurs, earning him a shocked giggle.

“And why is that?”

“Well according to that jersey you’re wearing, you’re Mrs. Weasley,” George teases, nudging their noses together. “And I’m done with all of the faking and the lies, aren’t you?”

Y/N nods, sighing in relief when George kisses her again. “Yeah, I am.”

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{11} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Yeosang, Jongho, and slight Mingi)

Words: 5,345

Warnings: Past death and trauma alluded to, This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: After quite some time, I finally present the next chapter of this series!!! Yay!! I really hope you all enjoy it! What I originally planned for this chapter is actually going to occur next chapter, but I think what happens, especially at the end is really important for the story. Can anyone guess what it is? Hehehe as always, feedback is greatly appreciate! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Mini Masterlist

The next few days pass by with Jisung still following his own grieving process. He stops by either your place, or the Neo’s nest for food and to rest, before taking off into the peaks of the mountains again. A few times, he’s allowed Chenle, or Sungchan to join him, but he mainly flies solo for the time being.

You’re just glad he already seems to be beginning to heal. It’s a slow process, but steady, nonetheless.

The training with both San and Wooyoung has come to a slight pause for the moment, seeing as you’re now dealing with a grieving cub. Luckily, the two males are quite understanding, taking the time to perfect what you’ve already taught them. Quite eagerly at that, too.

You’ve even noticed a slight change already in all five of the Hala’s demeanours since you’ve began training those two rambunctious dragons of theirs. There seems to be a sharpness to their eyes that had never been their before, as if they are more in-tuned to their surroundings. A fact of which makes you incredibly content, for they are all learning more than you could have ever hoped for in such a short period of time.

Though, one thing that has been on your mind recently, is the fact that for the past few nights, you’ve sensed a very specific Hala flying closer and closer to your cottage. He seems to stop himself before he reaches the edge of the little clearing your house resides near, but he has started circling the area a few times before turning back each night.

Today is no different, but instead of just sensing one presence, you sense two. The exact two that had been on the edge of your radar that night with Jisung. Only this time, they seem to want to imitate how both San and Wooyoung were that first week with Jongho.

Stepping outside of your home, you rest a basket against your hip. Time to go harvest some herbs. Whether those two decide to follow you or not is up to them, but you’re not going to let them off the hook so easily.

Reaching the small natural garden just beneath the base of the one mountain, you get to work. You manage to pick herbs for about ten minutes before you hear some rustling coming from behind you. Long since have you sensed their presences, and at least they’re more stealthy than both Wooyoung and San were, but you do not fail to miss the harsh smack that sounds followed by a short hiss in response.

“You know, if you two were trying to track me, or even so much as observe my daily routine, you need to learn a few things first about cooperation.” You say casually, not even bothering to spare a glance behind you.

The bushes go deadly silent.

“Oh? What’s this?” You quirk a brow, turning to glance over your shoulder. “You think I don’t know when I’m being stalked? Especially by two dragons who have made it somewhat clear that they cannot stand me?”

A moment’s pause.

“We’re not stalking you.” Yeosang appears from within the bushes, stepping into the little open space you’re in between the trees.

“Then, what else would you call spying from the bushes?” Your lips quirk, turning back around to continue gathering herbs. “Observing?”

“See, I told you this was a bad idea.” Mingi grumbles, shoving himself out of the underbrush in the next second.

“You dragged me out.” Yeosang shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Again, you turn to look at both males with a quirked brow. At the way you see Canary Man begin to sputter, ears turning bright red, you know the shorter of the two speaks the truth.

“Is there a reason you keep circling my territory every night, Canary Man?” You ask, shifting your position slightly to begin gathering a different herb. “Are you planning to burn my house to the ground while I sleep?”

“No!” Comes his immediate response, and you’re surprised by how panicked his answer sounds. He clears his throat. “I wouldn’t do that to someone who has saved my brothers' lives more than once.”

You hum, a slight quirk to your brow. “Wise answer.”

Yeosang shifts slightly on his feet. “We’re just curious about you.”

“Oh?” This piques your interest. “Are the stories your brothers tell about me that awful that you have to come see for yourselves?”

“How do you know they tell us stories?” The flame headed male crosses his arms over his chest.

One knowing glance from you says it all.

“They’ve said they’ve learned a lot,” Yeosang comments. “Not just from you, but from the Neos as well.”

“My boys are smarter than they lead people to believe,” you acknowledge. “If they wanted to, they could have claimed the crown a long time ago.”

You can just feel the way the taller male tenses behind you. “So, you do know more about this supposed jewel, then.”

“My father will never let me forget it,” you sigh, tossing the herbs in your hands rather pointedly into your basket. In the next moment, you’re standing back to your feet. “Is there a proper reason you’re here, or am I supposed to play assumptions until you leave?”

“Like we said,” Yeosang eyes the basket that you pick up and hold against your hip. “We’re just curious about you.”

“If you’re curious, you can come and ask me questions. Do not stalk me from my bush.” Your eyes narrow. “I thought I already made that clear to your youngest.”

“You did,” Canary Man huffs, amusedly. “Not that he’ll shut up about you, regardless.”

“All of them seem to enjoy discussing the topic that is you recently.” Yeosang observes, watching as you begin to walk towards one end of the mountain with that basket still in hand.

“I have also been told that someone enjoys my cooking,” you spare a knowing look towards the taller male, lips quirking teasingly. “You know, you’re both more than welcome to join our cookouts.”

Canary Man’s cheeks flare, halfhearted splutters of denial falling from his lips.

A soft chuckle escapes you, yet you fail to see the way Yeosang’s demeanour falters ever so slightly behind you.

At the way you notice the two of them still standing like statues in their spots, you spare them another glance over your shoulder. “Well, are you going to join me? I’m nowhere near done picking herbs, and I’d rather not continue being stalked from the bushes.”

That seems to get them moving, the two falling into step just behind you. Though, you notice Yeosang keeping quite a respectful amount of distance between himself and your back. Something the other male doesn’t seem to pick up on.

The moment you reach the edge of the small stream, you kneel once more. A small patch of herbs rests along the banks, and you begin picking through them, pulling the best ones and placing them into your basket.

Awkwardly, the two males shift on their feet behind you.

“If you’re as curious as you claim, you may ask me questions.” You say, not even bothering to spare them another glance. “I might not answer everything, and I have the right to refuse a question, but I am not unreasonable.”

Softly, Yeosang kneels beside you. “Would you like some help?”

You cannot hide the shock on your features as you blink at him in response. Then, you smile. “Sure.”

You don’t even have to say another word, for the male immediately gets to work. He’s a little cautious at first, moving slowly as he picks some of the herbs from the bank of the stream. Though, once he sees you nodding, somewhat subconsciously in approval, his confidence grows, and he begins to pick a little faster.

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” The taller male comments, moving to stand over his brother while feigning disinterest.

“Unlike you, Min, I listen to what my brothers have to say,” Yeosang retorts, somewhat knowingly, as he places another handful of herbs into your basket.

“I listen!” Said male protests, crossing his arms over his chest as a slight pout tugs at his features.

Again, you chuckle, and you fail to see the way Yeosang’s gaze darts briefly towards you out of the corner of his eyes.

“So, have Sannie and Woo been giving you private lessons after finishing my own?” You inquire, sitting back onto your ankles as you observe the bank carefully.

“They’ve tried,” the male still on his feet grumbles.

“Not necessarily.” Yeosang shakes his head at the same time.

“Yeo is just observant like that.” Canary Man finishes.

“Ah,” your brows raise in understanding. “Impressive. Are you the informant, then?”

“You could say that,” he smiles, somewhat faintly, his bangs hiding his eyes as he leans forward.

“You’re observant. A good skill to have, especially when gathering information.” You comment, pushing yourself back to your feet and dusting off your hands.

Instantly, Yeosang is back on his feet with you, your basket resting gently in his hands. Just as you go to reach for it, he turns away, already walking along the side of the stream.

You chuckle, “the next spot is this way.”

The way you quirk a brow at him has his cheeks dusting with a very faint pink as he walks back over to you. You pretend not to notice.

“Where did you learn all of this?” The taller of the two asks, nothing but curiosity in his tone despite him attempting to hide it. “How to harvest herbs and make remedies?”

“I believe I have mentioned that I am much older than I appear,” you smile faintly in response. “My father trained me for quite a long time. The rest I learned through trial and error.”

“You’ve made mistakes?” Yeosang’s brow furrows.

“I know, it’s quite difficult to believe,” you chuckle, leading them into a tiny clearing with a few bushes scattered around. “I still do. Not everything is perfect, nor is it meant to be. The important thing is to learn and grow from your past failings. Though, try not to fail when it really counts.”

At the way you suddenly grimace, the two dragons share a look.

“Is this about-“

Mingi’s inquiry gets caught in his throat as Yeosang harshly elbows him in his side.

You let out a sigh. “You do not know me well enough to be asking questions on such a personal topic you've eavesdropped upon.”

“Our apologies.” Yeosang bows slightly, that basket of yours tucked against his front.

Your eyebrows raise, slight amusement dancing within your orbs.

“What? Does him apologizing to you surprise you that much?” The taller male tilts his head slightly in curiosity.

“It does.” You blink, beginning to pick through some bushes to gather their fruit. “I am simply surprised by today’s turn of events.”

“We’re not as terrible as we seem.” Yeosang mumbles, averting his gaze to the side.

“No,” you hum. “I don’t believe you are.”

Your admission clearly catches them both off guard, for they blink at you in shock. Still, Mingi cannot prevent the corner of his lips from twitching upwards slightly. A fact which has him clearing his throat and steeling his resolve in the next moment.

“You both really don’t know how to stalk something without being extremely obvious you’re there, do you?” You tease, lightheartedly.

“We did what we always do.” Yeosang shrugs, moving over to observe the berries you’re currently picking while holding the basket out to you.

“Considering you have the power to harness wind, I’m surprised you don’t know how to cover your scents completely yet.” You reply, tossing the handful of fruit you hold into your basket.

“Cover our scents?” The taller frowns. “We do that already.”

You shoot him a look. “To basic creatures, maybe. But not to me or my Neos.”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang asks, brow slightly furrowed in confusion.

“You hide your nature to humans, hunters, and the like, but to trained creatures, they’d still be able to pick you out of a crowd.” You reply, turning your full attention to Yeosang beside you. “Which is surprising, given everything you can do with wind.”

“What can I do with wind?”

“Hide in plain sight.” Comes your immediate response, and you watch as he blinks in shock at you. “You can hide scents, sounds, cover your tracks, and everything. You just have to know how to harness your powers properly.”

“Yunho did say I could potentially tear the air out of someone’s lungs.” Yeosang nods, recalling the words his brother spoke to him a little while ago.

“You boys are still young, and you have much to learn.” You nod.

“We’re not that young.” Canary Man crosses his arms over his chest.

“Compared to me, you are.” You reply bluntly.

“I doubt you know everything.” He huffs.

“I don’t,” you agree, and you watch shock paint his features. “But I know a far greater deal than you.”

A low growl escapes his lips. “Are you challenging me?”

You snort out a laugh. “Believe me, Canary Man. If I were to challenge you, one of us would already be dead, and it wouldn’t be me.”

Even though Yeosang attempts to hide it, he cannot prevent the grin from taking over his lips.

“Stop smiling, she just threatened me!” He snaps, a hint of a whine to his tone as a frown pulls at his features. “And stop calling me Canary Man! That’s not my name.”

You nod slightly in acknowledgement. “Then what is your name.”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard.

“Mingi.” He swallows. “My name is Mingi.”

“Well, Mingi,” you meet his gaze, “has anyone ever explained to you how similar your personality can be to your power?”

His eyes flash in annoyance. “Plenty."

“No, I’m not just talking about someone saying you have a fiery personality,” you add, noticing how his jaw twitches once more in irritation. “I mean it in the way that fire is both equally consuming and rejuvenating.”

You can tell he’s caught off guard by your choice of words, and even Yeosang looks a little taken aback.

“It’s clear to me that many of you Halas are still attempting to find who you are.” You continue. “You simply cannot let your powers consume you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yeosang questions, head tilted curiously in inquiry.

“I mean,” you turn to meet his gaze. “Do not let your power become what defines you. Yes, fire types can be hotheaded-“

“Hey!” Mingi doesn’t even get a chance to continue protesting before you’re continuing.

“But they can also be strong, unwavering, and warm like the very flames they can create.” You purposely meet Mingi’s gaze, and you notice how he swallows somewhat thickly. “Our powers can influence our moods, and decisions, but ultimately it is up to us whether we let them consume our every action. Fire is both destructive and healing. You just need to find the balance.”

“How would you know?” Mingi spits, taking a threatening step forward.

Your eyes flash in warning, and he backs off. For now.

“We are a lot more alike that you think. All of us.” You meet his gaze, a hint of amber shining within your own. “I have dealt with flame wielders more often that you think. You are more than just complete destruction. No one knows that better than me.”

Mingi scowls, spine straightening beneath your somewhat sympathetic gaze. He doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, nor why your words seem to resonate so much with his very soul. What he does know, though, is that he’s had enough of this conversation.

“I’m done here,” without another word, he takes off, shifting into the air and flying away.

You let out a long sigh. “Perhaps that was too soon.”

“You certainly know a lot about our species.” Yeosang comments casually, peeking at you from out of the corner of his eyes. “As much as the ancients do.”

You purse your lips, wiping the excess berry juice onto your pants before going to reach for the basket in his grip.

Again, he pulls away.

“I have enough sense to know there’s more to you than you’re letting on,” he comments, following right beside you as you begin to make your way back to your cabin. “I can only imagine what makes you so guarded, given the state of your back-“

“What have you seen?” The brief flash of fear he sees light behind your eyes as you shove him against the closest tree has him dropping the basket in shock.

“Just what happened when San accidentally grazed your upper spine,” Yeosang blinks, rather warily.

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief, detecting no false intonation of his voice from his answer. In the next moment, you’re pushing yourself off of him. “Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” he replies, leaning down to grab the basket once more after wiping off the front of his shirt. “Whatever happened must have been quite traumatic. You don’t let anyone touch your back.”

You spare him a cautious look. “Again, your observations are quite keen.”

“I am curious, but it’s not my place.” He answers, quite honestly at that, too.

“You’re right. It is not your place.” Your blunt response fills the air with a tense silence.

A silence which stretches on for quite a period of time. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.

“We haven’t told Mingi or Seonghwa about it.” He says, voice a mere whisper on the wind. He clears his throat lightly. “About your back, that is.”

His admission completely catches you off guard. “You haven’t?”

“I wouldn’t feel right if I did.” Comes his immediate reply. “I don’t know you very well, and you don’t know me. We’re not enemies; you’ve helped my clan more than we deserve. It would not be proper for me to-“ he catches himself, “for us to repay your kindness in such a traitorous way.”

Again, his words manage to shock you, and all you can do is blink at him.

“Jongho told us that your trust does not come easy,” he continues, “but you’ve already extended an understanding towards us that I know most of us do not deserve. We misjudged you, and I want to apologize for how standoffish I was at the start.”

Your lips tug upwards faintly in the corners, expression softening. “I think we truly are beginning to understand one another, Yeosang.”

The dragon before you cannot deny the way his heart simply races at hearing you address him so openly by his proper name.

“I think so, too.” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you both pause momentarily on the path.

You take the time now to search his gaze, just as he searches your own. Soft smiles rest on both of your features as you nod once. The way a weight seemingly lifts itself off of your shoulders has you relaxing, for it was something you hadn’t realized that you’d been carrying.

As much as you don’t want to admit, you’re starting to care for these Hala dragons. Though, from the looks of things, they’re also starting to care for you, too.

“I do have one more thing to ask you,” he says as the two of you continue back down the path once more.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow in inquiry.

“That salve you gave Hwa,” he begins. “He’s run out, and both San and Wooyoung refuse to make him more.”

You huff out an amused laugh. “They’re right to. We won’t start learning those types of mixtures for another week.”

“Seonghwa’s too proud to ask you himself,” Yeosang grimaces. “Would you- uh, might it be possible if-“

You can tell he’s struggling to get the words out, given how his cheers flare with a deep red.

“Are you asking me to prepare another salve for him?” You hum, knowingly.

“If you don’t mind.” He breathes, grateful you seemed to understand where he had been going with all of this.

“If he wants something, he should get used to asking for it himself.” You say, looking straight head.

Yeosang sighs. “That’s what I keep telling him.”

“Keep in mind, I’m not saying ‘no’.” A light hum escapes you.

The male cannot prevent the way his head whips towards you, hope shining in his eyes.

“I’ll let him know.” Yeosang echoes your hum, a small smile tugging at his features.

For the rest of the walk back to your home, a comfortable silence stretches on around you. There is an air of ease that settles between the two of you, perfectly content to simply enjoy the other’s presence. You’ve noticed that Yeosang isn’t much of a heavy talker, and you rather appreciate the way he can communicate with you only using either a few words, or simple glances. It’s quite a change from your typical exchanges with most of his brothers.

When you finally make it back to your place, you notice another dragon lingering around your back door.

“There you are, I was getting worried.” Jongho meets you halfway, reaching out to you only to halt himself before his hand can so much as graze your arm. He locks eyes with his brother. “What are you doing here?”

You notice how quiet Yeosang goes, demeanour shifting slightly from the comfortable silence you had just been experiencing, to a sort of tense guard. You frown slightly, but say nothing.

“I simply wanted to learn more about the woman that has the five of you so captivated.” Yeosang replies, somewhat bluntly.

Jongho pulls the basket out of his brother’s arms, somewhat firmly. All the while, he shoots the elder a look.

“We had a rather nice conversation, didn’t we, Yeosang?” You hum, turning to the aforementioned male.

“I’d say so,” he breathes, eyes softening ever so slightly as he shifts his gaze to you.

Jongho’s eyes narrow slightly, attempting to get a read on his brother. He doesn’t appreciate how close you and Yeosang appear to be all of a sudden.

“Thanks for your help,” you nod to Yeosang once more.

“Anytime,” he smiles, before turning to give his brother a firm nod. “See you at home.”

Without another word, Yeosang is shifting and flying away into the light of the now setting sun.

“You two seemed close,” Jongho grumbles, walking with you the rest of the way to your backdoor.

“He was simply curious,” you reply, stepping through the threshold only for Jongho to follow right behind. “He wasn’t alone, but Mingi decided to storm off earlier.”

“Mingi was with you?” The disbelief is clear in his voice as he places the basket of herbs onto your counter. “And he didn’t attempt to bite your head off.”

“Oh, believe me,” you chuckle. “I think he wanted to.”

“He hasn’t mentioned anything to us yet.” Jongho frowns.

“Ah, your clan connection,” you nod in understanding. “Perhaps he’s actually mulling over what I said.”

“What did you say?” Jongho quirks a brow curiously.

“Just some observations about his powers and personality,” you shrug, beginning to sort through the herbs in your basket.

“And he didn’t spontaneously combust?” If Jongho’s brows raise any higher, you’d swear they’d disappear into his hairline.

“I think he wanted to,” you chuckle. “But no. He did not.”

“You seriously are incredible,” he sighs, somewhat dreamily, sitting on your one stool and resting his cheek in the palm of his one hand.

“Is that a regular occurrence?” You grin, gathering a separate bowl to put all of the berries you collected into.

“I can’t count the number of times he’s singed one of us in anger,” Jongho chuckles. “I will never forget the impromptu haircuts we usually have to give ourselves thanks to him.”

“Oh, I believe you,” you nod, laughing along with him.

“Still, I’m surprised he even sought you out.” Jongho hums, wordlessly beginning to help you sort the herbs into separate piles on the counter.

“I was told they were curious,” you briefly glance up at him. “Seems someone is overbearing with their stories.”

Jongho’s mouth parts, greatly scandalized by your words.

“I would never!” A blush begins to creep up his neck. Then, a mumble, “San and Wooyoung hardly ever shut up about you. Even Joong and Yunho can’t keep their mouths shut.”

You smile, a knowing gleam in your eyes as you step up beside him to affectionately ruffle his hair. “Aw, is my little man jealous?”

“Little?” He huffs, and in the blink of an eye, he’s stood back to his feet, trapping you between his arms against the counter. Slowly, he leans in, and you can feel his breath ghosting the skin of your neck. “I’ll show you there’s nothing little about me.”

You wish you could deny the way your breath hitches. Yet, at the pleased growl you feel reverberate against your chest from him, you know he’s heard it, too.

Gently, his hand is placed onto the side of you hip, squeezing the flesh appreciatively. What truly makes your head spin, though, is how tender his hold is. Not only that, but despite the sudden darkness that you can see swirling in his eyes, there’s still that undertone of affection dripping through.

A moment later, and you manage to gain control of your thoughts once more.

Slowly, you raise a hand to his chest, gently pushing him off of you. Only, he doesn’t budge.

“Jongho,” you sigh his name, and you immediately hear how his own breath hitches in his throat.

“Please, My Fated,” his voice is low, uneven as he speaks into the skin of your neck. “You must know what hearing my name falling from your lips in that tone does to me.”

This time, when you push him away, you use slightly more force.

“You don’t get to refer to me as that, yet.” Despite attempting to keep your tone sharp, you cannot help the waver in your voice.

You can see how his expression falls before you, shoulders drooping slightly as he steps away. Then, it’s as if he’s fully registering your words, for a spark of hope begins shining within his eyes.

Yet. You said he doesn’t get to refer to you as that yet.

“Only a mutual imprint designates the use of those name.” You say, carefully stepping away from him for the moment.

“Not to me,” he replies, honesty dripping from his tone as he meets your eyes. “Not when it’s always felt this right.”

“Then, I’m asking you to wait.” Your tone is softer than it was a moment ago. “I cannot promise the commitment you want from me right now, Jongho. I’m not promising you anything. The last person I gave my heart to-“ your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself averting your gaze. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, curling in on yourself for the first time while standing in front of the male before you. “The last person I gave my heart to shredded every last bit of me to pieces.”

A silence so deadly settles over the room, and you spare a glance upwards to see Jongho barely controlling his breathing.

Anger radiates off of him in waves, a hint of electricity spiking within the air. The tips of his fingers begin to spark as his eyes flash, steam escaping his nostrils with every exhale.

“It was Kun, wasn’t it?” He’s furious, whole body visibly trembling as he looses the grip on his anger. “I fucking knew it-“

“Jongho!” Your sharp tone manages to draw his attention to you for the moment. “Kun is not who I am referring to. He is none of your concern. Stop making one of my oldest friends into a villain.”

“Then, why-“

“I have already told you that he simply did what was best for him at the time.” You sigh, leaning back onto your counter once more. “He didn’t want to wait, and neither should you.”

“And I thought I already told you that I would wait however long it takes, even if it meant I only got to spend one day with you.” His voice softens, taking a cautious step towards you. “All I want is the chance to call you mine, and for you to call me yours.”

Slowly, you spare a glance up into his eyes. Just as they shone that night in the clearing, they shine now, the sincerity managing to take your breath away yet again.

“I need you to understand-“ you swallow, emotions suddenly heavy in your tone and threatening to choke you out at any given moment. “I need you to understand that I may never be able to give you what you seek.”

“Just being with you like this is enough for me,” he replies, voice a mere whisper on the wind. The earnest way he meets your gaze has a single tear spilling onto your cheek, and he’s quick to cup the side of your face tenderly in his palm. “I won’t lie to you. I desire you. I have desired you since the very first moment I laid my eyes upon you. Whether those desires of mine are met or not, I do not care. All I care about is the fact that you allow me to share in your presence with you, even if I do not deserve it.”

“Jongho,” you find you cannot form the words you want to say, feeling your heart leap into your throat as his confession.

He wipes away your tear.

“I understand you’ve been hurt in the past,” he breathes, and you can feel the way he still trembles the slightest bit against you. “Know that I will never hurt you. I will never make you feel unwanted, undesired, unloved. I cannot. I will not. It is not in my nature to deceive you like that.”

Both of his hands come up to cup your face, meeting your gaze tenderly. His eyes shine with a sincerity, with a passion you’re starting to understand. You can feel it in his touch. You can see it in his gaze. More than all of that, you can hear it in his words.

“This is my promise to you.” He stares deeply into your eyes, his own flashing as a sacred magic begins to flow between the both of you at his words. “I swear I will never betray you. I will never deceive you, nor will I ever use you. I will protect you until my dying breath, because with everything that I am, I am in love with you. Everything that I do, I do it for you.”

Your lips part, and you cannot help but raise your own hands to grasp lightly at his wrists.

“And if-“ he closes his eyes, as if the words he is about to utter pain him far more than any physical wound ever could, “if you truly ever want nothing to do with me, or you decide that you do not want me, I will respect your wishes, and honour your decision.”

Your hands tighten their grip subconsciously around his wrists, the tips of your fingers tingling as the magic flows through you both.

“Until the end of time, this is my promise to you. One which I have every intention to keep.” His grip becomes the slightest bit firmer over your skin as his eyes flash the deepest gold you’ve ever seen from him.

“I swear upon my life, and the life of all of my forefathers before me, that all I care about,” he swallows thickly, “all I will ever care about,” Jongho meets your gaze one final time, and you swear you can feel his pulse beating right alongside your own.

You hold your breath.

“Is you.”

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slayfics · 1 year

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Behind the Mask

Inosuke x Reader

After meeting the injured demon slayer you struggle to help him recover and learn more about his past.

Chapter 2

The next few days were a struggle. Inosuke didn't like being told what to do, and the other helpers wanted nothing to do with his temper and boastfulness. It took all your cunningness to figure out ways to get him to take his medicine and rest. He was so eager to show off his strength to the other demon slayers that he couldn't even see the repercussion of his actions. If he kept reinjuring himself, he would never be back out in the field doing missions. One day you got caught up in helping some other injured demon slayers, so it took you longer than usual to check in and make sure Inosuke had taken his medicine and wasn't out and about refusing to rest. You found him sitting outside watching some other demon slayers train.

"Good afternoon, Inosuke. Did you remember to take your medicine today?"

"Of course, I did!" He responded.

You were taken aback, every other day it was a battle to get him to follow orders.

"You said yesterday that if I want to be the best demon slayer I have to, right? I had to know when to rest in order to fight again. Well I did, and I'm sitting here doing nothing just like you told me. How long is this going to take anyway?" He continued annoyed.

You were shocked that somehow the messages you've repeated over and over again finally sunk into that boar head.

"If you rest as ordered I would say a few more weeks."

"A FEW MORE WEEKS?? UGHH"

"I can check on your injuries today if you'd like maybe they are better since you've been resting."

"Sure."

"Oh, and here is what headquarters has on the menu toady for food." You handed him a menu with a few options for dinner.”

"Uh.. I can’t read or write can you just tell me."

"Oh.. yeah of course."

You started to feel some sympathy for him, and a little curious about his up brining. After going over the food options with him he proclaimed,

"ONE OF EVERYTHING!"

You smiled at his enthusiasm. He does like to eat you thought. At least that will help him heal too.

'I didn't realize you couldn't write. If you need help writing letters to anyone, feel free to ask."

"HU? What's that?" He asked.

“Letters?”

“Yeah, what are those?”

His question made you even more curious about his background. Where had this boy grown up if he’d never heard of letters before?

“Letters are papers with handwriting on them. Some demon slayers use them to send messages to loved ones or friends during missions to ensure them they are ok.” You explained.

“Oh. No thanks I don’t have any of those.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Did this demon slayer not have a family?

"Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, defensive.

“My apologized Inosuke I'm not sure how to respond. You don’t have any family or friends you’d want to send a message to?” You asked again hoping for more clarification.

"I grew up in the mountains all by myself. I don’t have a family, brothers, sisters, any of that.” He said without any hints of emotion and turned back to watch the other demon slayers training in the quart yard.

"Pardon me, but may I ask you something?"

"Sure! I don't blame you for wanting to know more about Lord Inosuke.”

“What do you mean by grew up in the mountains, how did you get there?” You asked. The demon slayer looked down and appeared to be lost in thought for a few moments before answering.

“I don't really remember it's just all I've known. I lived and grew up there testing my strength."

Your heart started to break for the demon slayer. What kind of childhood could that have been? Growing up in the mountains all alone. That must have meant his parents abandoned him... you wondered if Inosuke knew this. It must have been terribly lonely. This also explained his dreadful manners and lack of education. You gathered your thoughts and thought of a response that wouldn’t give away your true feelings. Inosuke didn’t seem like the type of person that would take well to sympathy, but you knew he loved praise and feeling tough.

"Well, that is very impressive indeed Inosuke. I can see growing up there has made you very strong. I hope headquarters can be just as accommodating to you as your home in the mountains.” You smiled at him.

He didn’t respond but appeared to be content with your response. It was hard to tell with that mask always on.

“Would you like me to wash your mask and clothes for you?" You asked, hoping to see what the demon slayer’s reactions were.

"Uh sure." He said and took off his mask to hand to you.

"Oh!” You exclaimed without being able to keep a straight face. That was not what you expected him to look like at all under that mask.

"WHAT!" His face turned from soft to angry in an instant.

"My apologies it's just that.. you are very attractive." You blushed and walked off too afraid to look up and see his reactions now.

#anime x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #inosuke x you #inosuke x reader #inosuke #inosuke hashibira #inosuke x y/n #demon slayer #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #anime x you

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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#9 with Rafa and #16 with namor please ❤️

here's 9 with Rafa

You glanced at the dark skinned man draped in silk and jewels that had been eyeing you from across the club every week for months. He never came up to your bar, instead sending his friends to buy drink and always leaving a generous tip. You knew he was trying to make you come to him first. The way the other women in the club threw themselves at his group of bad boys in their booth, smoking and drinking and snorting. But you had resisted, although something about him called to you. His dark caramel skin had appeared in your dreams and you'd imagined those curls threading through your fingers a few times.

You realized he had actually not been at the club the last few weeks, even when his friends were. You let your eyes linger on him a bit longer, taking in the healing bruise around his right eye and what looked like a burn on his neck. When your eyes travelled back up to his face his dark gaze met your own. You looked away immediately, chastising yourself for getting caught.

You turned to a club goer who waved you over to take their order. Once you were done with them you were surprised to find the dark man leaning against the bar, smirk on his face, eyeing you with a hungry look on his face. You gave him a tight smile, "Does your table need more tequila?"

He shook his head and laughed, "Ay bonita, I came over because you seemed to need something."

You hated to admit that his smile was drawing you in. You raised your eyebrow at his comment, "Oh no, I was just admiring your hair, that's all."

You played up the nonsense comment the way you were trained to and then shrugged your shoulders, hoping he would walk away. But the man laughed again then leaned in, "When are you off?"

His cologne wafted towards you from his closer proximity. Mixed in with the earthy smell of weed was something sweet and cloying that left you feeling warm. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, a sudden shyness coming over you. You couldn't meet his eyes and focused on the watch on your wrist, "Actually in an hour."

You probably shouldn't have answered that but it was too late now. The man smiled and introduced himself, "Call me Rafa, hermosa, am I making you feel shy?"

You bit your lip and hesitated before replying, feigning confidence, "I don't feel anything. You don't make me feel anything."

From the left your coworker spoke, "Hey, just clock out now, I got it. It's slow tonight anyway."

Your coworker smiled and then went off to help another patron leaving you with the smirking narco. You met his gaze and saw how he looked you up and down as you untied your apron. You gave him a tight smile, ignoring the heat in your belly, "It was nice meeting you Rafa."

You headed to the back to grab your things but when you returned Rafa was waiting for you in the short hallway. The noise of the club was slightly muffled as you took in the handsome man in front of you. He was so much taller and bigger now that there wasn't a bar between you. The gold necklace on his neck had a sharp talon at the end of it.

"Like what you see? I can already see that you're feeling me. Don't fight it," Rafa said in a low voice as he stepped toward you.

You looked up at him, "I told you I don't feel anything,"

The chuckle he emitted was deep and sensual as he backed you into the wall, his face millimeters from your own. Your quickening breaths were giving you away, as well as the fact that you weren't running. That sweet smell of his was it's own drug to you and you were taking it all in.

Rafa's eyes met your heavily lidded ones, "Give me a chance. to prove to you what I can make you feel."

You gasped slightly as he pressed up against you so that you were chest to chest. You couldn't help but stare at his lips that were so close, all you would have to do is lean in. His lips curled into a smile. You felt his arms come up to rest his forearms against the wall, caging you in.

"Rafa," You breathed out as you leaned in.

The man in questioned tilted away from your lips making you mewl in surprise as the distance between you increased minutely. "Good girl, you feel something now don't you?"

You didn't stop the moan that erupted when he ground his hips against yours, making it very obvious that he was aroused, just like you. You met his gaze again while his hand came down to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed over your lower lip as he spoke, "Do you want to feel more?

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And 16 With Namor (this was popular)

Somehow, someway you had been able to finally track down those mysterious people you would see in the deep ocean. You had hoped to find more mutants like you and instead found a whole hidden country. While they were different you were happy to find some type of kindred with the fellow sea dwellers.

What you didn't expect was the extreme reaction to you swimming through their city and being dragged quite roughly to the feet of their king.

"While I appreciate the caution, she is a woman, let her stand. I've taught you better than that," The regal king said as he ordered the men holding you captive to allow you to stand.

You eyed the king who looked different from his people. Your curiosity was piqued by his wings. But you felt your breath catch with the water as he removed his head dress and revealed a very handsome and amused face. There was however something sinister behind his eyes. As he stepped down from his intimidating throne you felt you stomach drop.

"You may all leave. I can deal with our little invader," His voice was tinged with amusement. The room emptied out and you were standing before the king as he circled you. "Well, little one, what do you have to say for yourself?"

He was standing behind you, his skin was warm despite the coldness of the water around you. Your muscles were tense, ready to swim away at the slightest opening. You replied, keeping your voice even, "I was just looking for mutants like me. That's all. If I knew you were all so xenophobic I would have stayed away."

The chuckle he let out from behind you sent a shiver down your spine. He moved to stand in front of you, still in your personal space. The King gently ran a finger up your bare arm, around the curve of your shoulder, and to your neck. You flinched as he glided his hand up to wrap firmly around your jugular.

The tension was as tight as a bow string as he looked down on your face. He still had an infuriatingly amused look on his visage, all while you were worried about dying.

"You're quite a pretty woman, aren't you? I can sense your fear. But you don't need to fear me. I won't hurt you," He leaned in close to your cheek, then whispered in your ear, "not unless you want me to."

You tried to jerk away but his hold on your neck tightened. You had slowly been inching your left hand towards your thigh, trying to reach the handle of the knife you had strapped there. Once you had a firm grip on the shaft of it you swung it forward. But the King caught your wrist with ease. His crushing hold made you drop your dagger as he laughed in amusement.

The King pulled you closer, holding your wrist to his sculpted chest. He felt so hot, a contrast to the cold jewelry that was pinching into your hand. The devious look in his eyes was even more pronounced. He was playing with you and you had no idea what that meant.

The King spoke again, sneering, "Maybe it's just me, but the tension between us means we're either going to kiss or have a fight to the death. Personally, I'd prefer the kiss but the choice is yours."

His laugh was cold as you stared up at him in horror. Suddenly he pushed you away and took a few steps back. "Pick up your blade, invader. If you can cut me, I'll let you live. If you can't, then I'll do whatever I want to you. Maybe a kiss. Maybe something a little more, involved."

The suggestive look on his face and the way he sized you up kick started your fight or flight instinct. You scrambled to get to your feet with the dagger pointed out in self defense. Staring at the golden form of the King of this underwater nation as his muscles rippled and a sadistic expression played across his features.

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Thank you for playing!

#ask #ask game #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #rafa caro quintero #namor of talokan #namor #rafa x reader #namor x reader #rafa caro quintero x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Saul silva x reader - my saviour

Today marked the second week in a row of you trying to ask Saul to help you with something you needed to do for your training.

You walked over to him, shuffling sideways through the door as you tried to carefully and completely fold the large black wings behind you.

“Saul, all I need you to do is just help me set it up, that’s all, maybe an hour.”

“I’m sorry I can’t, I’m busy. I have a meeting with Farah and Ben soon, and then I’ve got to train the specialists.”

“You can’t take an hour out of that? I’m sure they won’t miss you for an hour, please no one else knows how to set it up.”

Saul shrugged a little, shaking his head as he walked past you.

“Sorry, I can’t help.”

You clenched your jaw a little.

“Saul please, I can’t train on my own you know this. My wings still not fully healed, but if I don’t train I’ll never get use of it again. Please.”

He gave you an apologetic looked and you scoffed a little, flaring your wings a little bit.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to help you when you need it.” You snapped.

You stormed in the opposite direction, getting in your car to make your way to the ravine where you did your daily daily training.

There was nowhere else you could train like this, not with enough space anyway, but setting everything up was going to take you even longer.

It only took an hour with two people, and that way you knew everything was safe and secure, but no it was just you it was going to take longer.

And it did.

It took a few hours, and when you were finished you looked at the old bridge, and the old watch tower and you sighed, walking over.

You stepped n the bridge, and it creaked under the suddenly change, but you kept going, running your fingers along the old wooden rail.

You made your way to the other side and looked at the watch tower, and the ruins of the fallen debris.

Rolling your shoulders, you stretched your wings out and winced a little, letting out a hiss of pain.

You backed up a few steps and ran, jumping, you flapped your wings, and you landed on a small ledge, but you couldn’t get your balance.

So you jumped back down and landed softly on your feet.

“Damnit…”

You tried again, but you couldn’t jump high enough this time.

You walked in a circle, flexing your wings a few times in the hopes it would ease some of the pain you were feeling.

Looking up at the tower, you frowned heavily, and took a couple more steps back, going to run up.

“(Y/N)!”

You looked at the bridge to see Saul coming across and you turned around.

“Ben said not to do this kind of training!”

You ran and jumped, a strong beat of your wings you were on the ledge again, and you shuffled to the side, with a little jump you gripped the next ledge and pulled yourself up.

“(Y/N)! You’re not fully healed!”

You looked down and Saul and crouched, resting your arms on your knees.

“Why are you here?”

“Because you’re putting yourself in danger, I thought maybe if I didn’t answer you about helping set up you’d leave it! It’s not safe! You can hardly move your wing as it is.”

You rolled your eyes a little.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine! Get down before you get hurt! Please!”

You stood up and walked away, going up the broken stairs to the top of the tower, and you stood up on the little platform flexing your wings again.

“(Y/N)!” Saul yelled.

He tried to climb up, but he couldn’t reach the first ledge, so all he could do was call your name.

“You’re distracting me!”

“You’re going to get yourself killed you idiot!” He shouted.

“I’m fine! My wing is fine!”

“Don’t be stupid! It’s bleeding again! Stop pushing yourself so hard!”

You ignored him and stood a deep breath, spreading your wings as far as they could go, and you took a step back before you ran.

Saul screamed your name as you jumped, with a powerful flap of your wings, you shot in to the air, and you stayed there for a moment before you dived down.

Saul ran to the bridge and he looked over as you went under it, and he heard the sound of a bell and another.

You appeared above him, and he felt something hit his face.

Reaching up, he wiped it with his hand and looked at the red on his fingers.

“Stop!” He yelled.

He heard the ringing of more bells as you went as fast as you could to collect them, and as you went back under the bridge he ran to the other side.

You went to fly up, but when you moved your wing a jolt of pain shot through you and you suddenly hurtled towards the water.

Saul screamed your name and he didn’t think, he jumped over the bridge, straight after you.

You hit the water first, air being knocked from your lungs, and you couldn’t move.

You watched the blood from your wing mix with the water and your vision was hazy.

Maybe it was the impact from the water, maybe you had been bleeding for a long time, maybe it was the pain, you had absolutely no idea.

But you did see Saul land in the water not long after you, and he reached his hand out, grabbing you by the shirt, he pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you.

He pulled you both up, and he swam backwards, holding you tightly against him as he pulled you to the little shore.

He picked you up in his arms, and wordlessly carried you back to the top and set you down on the grass.

“Right, hold on I’ve got some stuff in my car.”

He ran away, and you laid there waiting, staring up at the sky.

Saul came back and he covered you up with a jacket, and he sat above you, holding a torch between his teeth as he tried to find where you were bleeding from.

It was a mission and a half before he finally found where the blood was coming from and he finally found it and began treating it.

“I told you not to train.” He said.

“It’s fine…”

“You could’ve died!”

You glanced at him and looked away.

“What do you care?”

Saul sighed, smoothing down some of the feathers.

“Of course I care you idiot, do you think I’d come here if I didn’t fucking care?”

You gave a weak shrug.

“I was trying to stop you from doing this, but apparently you’re so damn stubborn you’re willing to risk hurting yourself again to do it.”

“If I don’t it won’t get better. I need my wings, and I don’t care what I have to do in order to make sure I can use them…”

“You don’t really seem to care about much.”

You stayed quiet for a moment.

“Do you know why it got hurt in the first place?” You asked.

Saul shook his head, and carried on trying to clean the blood from the feathers.

“Protecting you…” you mumbled.

Saul stopped what he was doing and turned his attention towards you.

You sighed, and reached your hand out in his direction, gripping his wrist tightly.

“All I care about is you. Why do you think I’m here? You protect everyone and you need someone to protect you.”

“That’s no reason for you to do this to yourself.”

Saul reached around, gripping your wrist in his hand, and you trailed your hand down, to his and stopped.

“I don’t care about the pain.”

“And I do. I can’t let you do this to yourself (Y/N), I can’t…”

You let go of his hand and pushed yourself up, resting your arm on your knee as you stared at the ground.

“I came here as soon as I realised you weren’t joking about training on your own. We’ll do whatever it takes for you to get better, but you still need at least another week.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“You can, okay? I’ll help you.”

Saul sat in front of you and he looked at you.

“We’ll go through everything together, okay? Just stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you.”

You looked at him, and he reached out, taking your hand in his.

“Let me help you…”

You slowly nodded your head and he smiled, moving behind you to carry on cleaning your wings for you. He was going to help you, and he was going to make sure you were stronger than ever

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House Of Memories (45/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: fluff n stuff

Summary: One lazy morning meets an unexpected visit from the beloved senator Amidala, who has a luxurious offer for You, General Kenobi, and the entire 212th battalion.

A/n: anyways, this is short and sweet. good night

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

Words: 2.1k

You were tired, you were run down, and you were very much overworked. Obi-Wan, as seasoned in war as he was, felt the same way, his body wasn't as quick and spry as it had been when he was young, and having so much take place in a short span took a heavy toll on him physically. There were no days off for the Jedi, but he was going to take one, nonetheless. He was exhausted, and slept till noon, and though you would have loved to join him in this restful endeavor, you felt you needed to get up and be practical. You were quite tired as well, but sleeping all day wasn't going to make it any better for you. Oversleeping had become a habit in one point of your life, and when it did, you were in a perpetual state of grogginess throughout the time when you were awake and active.

It was about an hour after you left the bed, when you heard Obi-Wan shuffling through the apartment, bare feet padding across the floor and into the kitchenette. You stood at the counter, watching a kettle come to a boil so you could prepare him and yourself a cup of tea. Perhaps it could help you both to wake up more. It certainly would help to kickstart the day, though you were unsure of what was on the agenda. After returning home, everything seemed to have gotten back to normal, or at least a similar variation of it. You hoped that the most you'd do today was train, and there wouldn't be any surprise missions to uphold.

"Good morning, my love," he came up behind you, just like every morning, and perched his chin on your shoulder, dipping his head to kiss the skin once while your face turned a bright pink.

"Morning?" you asked quizzically, turning your head to look at him from an angle. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Hush," he said in a whisper tone, and you couldn't help but giggle at the tickling sensation it left against your neck.

You shook your head, and returned your gaze to the kettle, which didn't even seem to be warm, yet. He wrapped both arms around your waist, momentarily forgetting you were still healing from two well hit blaster shots. You tensed, clenching your eyes shut with a face of minor pain, trying to ease through it so he could hold you, but of course, he noticed, and it did not go past his attention.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it still hurt," he apologized, turning you around and letting his hand fall to the hem of your shirt. He hesitated, and looked back to your eyes, pleading with you for permission before you gave him a curt nod.

He lifted up the fabric enough to see that the bandaging pads that had been applied were far worn out and needed to be replaced as to not get infected.

"Come here," he said, tugging you by the hand and not giving you much of a chance to respond, before he hauled you back into his room and pointed at the bed, making you to lay down.

He left to the refresher, grabbing the supplies he remembered were under the sinks, then came back to sit beside you on the foot of his bed.

"When was the last time you changed these?" he asked in curiosity, peeling the barely stuck on medical pads that had helped to heal your wound so much over the past days.

"I don't remember," you scoffed, trying to avoid the slight sting when he cleaned the areas around the nicely forming scars.

"Well then, it's a good thing you probably won't need to change them again, I doubt you'd remember then, either."

"To be fair, I was stuck underground and lost most of my oxygen supply, making that two near death experiences in a week. I can hardly keep up with the number of ways I almost die," you joked, though he only thought it to be half amusing. Perhaps you were not so worried, but he constantly was. Worried sick over your safety, and if your survival would be ensured in most situations. It didn't help that you also ran into the face of danger, but he could only blame himself for that. as your master, he was to lead by example, and the example he set was to run into the face of danger, head on, without even thinking about the consequences sometimes.

"It looks much better than it did, I suppose it will be back to normal within a day or so, assuming you rest properly."

"Rest? Obi, I can't just sit around, my trials will be coming up, soon," you informed him, even though there wasn't even a set date or even a discussed idea of when those trials might take place. It wasn't going to be hard for you, he knew that, but he took into consideration how well you liked to prepare for these sort of things.

"Little one, you could take the trials when you are at your worst and still succeed. You are far beyond any other Padawan in this temple and had the rest of the council not held you back, you would probably be a grand master by now," he laughed lightly, and you smiled up at his gaze, waiting for him to finish reapplying the pads to your nearly healed wound.

He inspected his job of the application, smoothing it over one more time, before lowering himself to kiss over the areas left uncovered. When he sat back, he looked at you with the upmost adoration on his features.

This is love, at its purest form. This is sweet domesticity, and a commonplace interaction, but it was precious to you both.

"Senator Amidala, it's lovely to see you, as always," you commented, walking into the room and bowing. You and Obi-Wan, along with Commander Cody had been summoned to meet with her to talk about something, though you had not been aware of the subject.

"I'm glad you all could meet with me, I hope you are well," the pleasantries, though not necessary, were always a lovely break from the regular, more intense interactions you held with other people on the daily.

"As well as we can be," Obi-Wan told her, and she could see the evidence of exhaustion in his face. She knew how hard he drove himself to work, and that he never complained, only complied whenever anything was asked of him.

"Perhaps better when we arrive on Naboo," she replied, and the three of your expressions changed at once, eyebrows knit together and eyes narrowed in confusion, with heads tilted to the side. She almost laughed at your synchronized movements but figured she should probably explain her meaning. "The congress people of my planet have discussed and decided that there is a celebration to be held in honor of the 212th clone battalion and its leaders. This past attack on Naboo by the separatists was a vicious battle, and because of you and your men, thousands of lives were saved. It's the least we can do to show our gratitude."

"A celebration?"

"Yes, if you would be so kind as to indulge us, we would be obliged by your presence," she explained, and you saw a twinkle of mischief behind her eyes. Surely, she couldn't be hiding anything from you, because you would have sensed it, but that little sparkle in the deep brown of her pupils gave her away that something was up.

"I would have to deliberate with the council, malady. Though we are truly honored, I'm unsure if leaving Coruscant is wise during this time."

"There is no need for the council's permission, I have spoken with them prior to this meeting, and they have agreed to my terms," she had met with them already? She wanted to ensure that this was going to be a possible occasion, which meant she was definitely up to something. "All that is left is for you to agree as well."

You looked to your Master with pleading eyes. Naboo, of every planet in this galaxy, was your very favorite. The calmness, the serenity, and the romantic atmosphere. It was the most beautiful, enrapturing planet you'd ever seen, and you'd seen quite a few planets in your life.

Once his eyes met yours, he knew he had no choice but to accept this wonderful offer. It would be nice to take a break from everything and just simply relax for once. No missions, no meetings, no stress. Only time with you and his troops in a lovely place, where he could be himself and enjoy the sweetest things that life had to offer.

"I am very grateful for such an offer, malady, of which I can do nothing but accept. I suppose I can speak for my Padawan and Commander when I say we are very excited to see all you have planned."

You sent a small 'thank you for this,' into his head, and he mindlessly grabbed your knee in reply. No one noticed, although if they had, it probably wouldn't be a big deal. Padme knew of your feelings for him long ago and given that Anakin spills to her all the drama he can come home with, she also knew of his feelings for you. She wondered if any confessions had been made, or if you both were still just oblivious to the other's helpless pining.

Cody, who paid attention to everything, had found out about your relationship long ago, pretty much when it first formed. He hadn't said anything, because he knew it made his General happy, and that was a rare sight these days. When the Commander saw Kenobi's face change as you walked into a room, it lit up the entire atmosphere, and made the long trips and endless missions more bearable. To know that the one who worked the hardest was getting something in return, even if he wasn't supposed to.

"I will arrange a cruiser to board your battalion onto, and if you should like to join me on my ship, I would be happy to have the company," she added, standing to her feet, as did you.

"I will ride along with my men, but thank you, malady," Cody replied. Padme nodded, admiring how much he stood by his troopers. They were all brothers, made from one man, and they did everything by each other's side.

"I will take the cruiser along with my commander, but I'm sure my Padawan would be very happy to accompany you."

"How wonderful, I've been missing her presence."

You looked at Obi-Wan, a look on your face asking, 'why aren't you coming with me?' but he just put a hand at the small of your back, ushering you along to follow the senator. It wasn't until you were out of the room and in the hallway that he responded into your mind 'I will meet you there, my love. Don't worry.'

That was all you needed to be sure, and you followed Padme down a pathway that Obi-Wan and Cody did not join you on. You supposed it wouldn't be so bad. You had missed your time with Padme dearly, and taking a nice relaxing flight with her, away from all the men in your life, even the good ones, would be a nice change of pace.

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cemeteryspider · 22 days

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A Healing Touch~ Pt. 2

Rex-Splode! Rex Sloan x Superpowered! Reader

Summary: Rex continues to heal, and your bond is strengthened.

Trigger Warnings: Injury and Emotional Distress

Word Count: 1181

Your head leaned off the back of the chair and your hand was still resting on Rex's when the doors to the room slid open.

"Eve?!" Rex's near shout shook you from your sleep and you sat up quickly, "Hey! What's up?"

They fell into a familiar rhythm, one that you were starkly left out of. Silently you stood up and started to make your way out to the hallway, hoping to avoid any interaction you could with the famous Atom Eve.

"This is um, Y-..." Rex wracked his brain for your name and couldn't seem to find it, which made sense given his head injury.

"My name's Y/n, and it's an honor to meet you, Atom Eve" Rex smiled and jumped right back into the conversation with Eve.

"She was reading this book to me, and it was actually pretty good, ya know, the stuff I heard before I fell asleep..." With a quick signal to Rex, you made your leave.

~~~

You started your long walk around the hospital. Looking around at the sterile white walls and the people rushing around you wondered where your dad was at this moment.

You walked to the roof where you sat down near the door and let the wind brush across your face with a tender whip. For the first time in about a week, you saw the sun setting in the sky and let yourself take a deep breath.

"Hey Y/n" You heard Eve's sweet voice behind you, and saw out of the corner of your eye that she sat next to you, "Thank you for taking such good care of Rex, I know he's a handful"

"Atom Eve? Can I ask you a question?" You heard her giggle from beside you.

"Please just call me Eve no need for formalities if there are any, and yeah, shoot"

"No, never mind, it's stupid..."

"Rex and I are not a thing... at least not anymore" You look at her with a shocked look on your face, and again she giggled, "He was talking about you, how you didn't leave his side. I think he was waiting for you to come back because every time the door opened he looked hopefully at the person until he realized it wasn't you"

You felt a heat spread across your face and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. She grabbed your phone out of your hands and typed her name and number into your contacts.

"Well I have to go, I'll see you later. Text me if you ever need anything" You gave her a little wave and she flew away with pink energy blasting her from the rooftop.

~~~

When you made your way back to Rex's room, you saw his face light up just like Eve said he was.

"I was afraid you weren't coming back" His smiling face hid the drop in his voice when he said the word afraid.

"I'm not going anywhere until you're better or until you get sick of me" You laughed and sat in the seat next to him looking at the two trays of food on his bedside table.

"Good I'm not eating this food alone, they even gave us extra jello!" You saw him grab the little cup and his hands shook a little as he moved to take a bite.

~~~

"Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here?" He asked. The lights were dim and you were deciding on what music you wanted to play.

"Hm, oh, well I have healing powers, and simply being in the room with you helps you heal" His eyebrows scrunched together a little bit, but your eyes were trained on the ground.

"Oh, that's cool"

"Yeah, if you want to try some more localized therapies I can try," You looked into his eyes and he swiftly looked away.

"Yeah, I mean if you want to, but maybe tomorrow, I'm a little tired" His eyes were trained on his one hand, twisting the bedsheets between his fingers.

"Yeah! Definitely! Do you want me to read to you?"

"No, no, I'm good tonight" He shifted his body so he was facing away from you.

"Okay then, Goodnight Rex" No response.

~~~

A couple of days came and went in relative silence before Eve came back to the hospital, and Rex told her what you said.

"They really care about you, ya know," She told him honestly, she saw you when Rex was still out cold. The worried look you would shoot at him before you left the room. Or when she would stand outside the door watching your hands hover above his torso emitting a glowing aura that she knew was speeding up his healing process.

Once he heard this he felt a little stupid. It didn't matter why you were here but that you were here. You were helping him. You wanted to help him.

"Eve..."

"Hmm"

"I think I like them" A smile crept across Eve's face. Despite his horrible betrayal of her trust, she still wanted Rex to be happy. He did help her after all, and kind of saved the world in the process. During their last chat, he even acknowledged his wrongdoings and how much of a dick he has been.

"I think you should get to know them first, but I also think you'd be really cute together"

~~~

"Hey Y/n, I want to try that localized treatment thingy you were talking about," You jumped at the opportunity to interact with Rex, who had been a little distant the past couple of days.

"Yeah, just tell me if anything gets painful okay?"

"Okay"

You extended a gentle hand over his chest and made eye contact with Rex who seemed to be absorbed in your small movement.

A soft golden light cast a warm glow over the room. Your face contorted in concentration, channeling all of your energy into Rex to heal his injuries.

Slowly Rex's mind clears, and the energy you channeled into him was spreading a mellowness through his body. He felt his right eye and right side of his head tingle. He could almost feel the skin stitching itself back together, his brain rebuilding its squishy tissue, and his eye clearing itself.

You slowly move your hand away as the light stops emitting from your skin. Nothing was fully healed yet, but the immediate relief he felt was something he hadn't realized he was missing.

You fell back into your chair and he quickly sat up reaching out for you.

"Don't worry I'm okay, just a little drained is all" A yawn escaped your lips despite your silent protests.

"I'm so sorry, come here" Your brows knitted together, but he just reached out his hand and pulled you into the small hospital bed next to him.

"No, you're still healing"

"Shh, this will be nice for both of us, just rest"

"Just for a little, okay?"

"Just for a little" He leaned back against the pillows and you gently draped your arm over his chest, curling into his side.

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multiverseofstrangeness · 1 year

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Daemon Targaryen x OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys you are incredible. I mean wow. The last two Daemon ffs got so much attention. Thank you!!!! So I hope you enjoy this one too. Have a great night/day/evening:

Spoilers for House of the Dragon!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, mentions of blood

Word: 747

They kneeled in front of king Viserys. Their swords were down in front of them, and their gaze was down at the floor.

"Your Highness, once again I have to thank you. You saved my dear brother from death and won against Drahar. I am sorry for all the men you have lost. I hope I can offer you something that has the same price as their death."

The man nodded.

"Yes, my King. We were born in western countries far away from Westeros. Our Mother always dreamed about sailing to Westeros and marrying a rich man. I think after her death, my sister should have the opportunity to marry a Westerosien. We must find a Husband for my dear sister."

The woman swallowed. She knew his plans before. She heard him talking about exactly this weeks before they arrived in Westeros. Her breath stopped at the king's next words.

"We will find your sister a Husband. Maybe a Targaryen."

Of all the people she hated in the world: The Targaryens were the worst. Her brother nodded and raised. She did the same. Her Brother bowed in front of the king and she did the same. They both left the hall. As they were outside she confronted him.

"How dare you. I can search my husband for myself."

"Cool down kid. He has good taste, don´t worry."

She looked at him one more time before she rushed up the stairs toward her chamber.

It was late in the evening the first people went to bed. But she didn´t she couldn´t sleep. She always saw those dead faces in front of her. She saw the people that got stabbed by her and how they died. She still smelled the blood.

Her sword met the fake body of the puppet in front of her. Her sword stabbed directly into the region where the heart normally is. She hit him again and again till she was out of breath. The night was warm. A voice behind her interrupted her.

"A little late for a training season isn´t it?"

"Better than nothing."

She said as she lifted her sword again just to hit the puppet again.

"You should rest. It isn´t good for your wounds to heal."

She snorted.

"Why do you care about that so much, Prince Daemon? I am just a woman that is training in the middle of the night."

"I saw your movements and was impressed with how much easiness you hit the puppet. I´ve never seen a woman handle a sword like this."

"Little liar."

She said under her breath.

"You better shouldn´t have said that."

She felt his hands on her waist and turned around.

"That´s not good. I will marry soon. You know me future husband could be pissed."

As she ended this sentence she felt his warm lips on hers. His kiss was full of desire and pure pleasure. She could feel his hands move down her body and her back. She placed her hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He interrupted the kiss.

"You see, your future husband is fine with that."

Her eyes grew wide.

"My brother hasn´t announced it yet, but I will marry you. I will fight for you. A woman never impressed me like this. A woman never protected me and saved me. I want you. I wanna feel you. I wanna kiss you every damm second. I wanna see you in the morning. I wanna heal your wounds. I wanna be with you till the end. Till the end, you will be mine and if another man touches you I will kill him. As I saw you kneeling there in front of my brother I knew I was in love. I knew I wanted only you. So be mine and I will carry you in my hands."

Her breath stopped. Tears silently moved into her eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb and kissed her cheeks. She felt his warm and soft lips on her cheeks. She heard his words in her head and she felt that it was right to trust him. She wanted him too. Since she protected him.

After this night that wasn´t the end, she knew what real love meant. She knew how it is to be loved. She knew she would never leave him.

The King announced their engagement three days later. They married four weeks later. They fought together in battles. They loved each other till the end.

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r34ding · 10 months

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Don't look back

Warning: Potential spoiler for The Summer I Turned Pretty.

~Jeremiah and Belly rekindle their relationship after...

her break up with Conrad~

After Bellys hands left his and they exited the tower of death, Jeremiah felt the absence of her warmth so clearly and it almost didn't suprise him. But it was Belly, he thought, of course she took her place in his heart back in no time.

He disliked how much power she held over him, how he minded so much where her eyes would wander and if they landed on his brother.

*Let's keep going!*, urged Steven as something along the peer had caught his interest. Taylor shot him a pointed look, her arm resting protectively on Bellys shoulder.

*Can you relax for a second? Jesus...*, Taylor was being mindful of her oldest friend, Belly thanked her but seemed to be fine. Her cheeks were bright pink not as pale as before the fall.

The group of teens was moving along and Jeremiah kept noticing the little details about Belly, he so desperatly wished to ban from his mind only a week ago. The scar on her left knee for example, she got it running after the boys, tripping and scraping it- hard- on the pavement. Conrad was the furthest away then, his trained legs giving him an advantage. But Jeremiah had heard Belly call out. He had turned around for her. Helping her up and even walking her back inside the house, Steven and Conrad long gone, he made sure her injury got treated.

---

The night they searched for a place to sleep. After the house was emptied out, all of them settled down on the perfectly groomed grass.

He laid on his back, next to Belly and involuntarily found his eyes wandering, disregarding the stars, just to study her face.

Calm and contempt by his side, he memorized her high cheekbones and slanted eyes, the curve of her nose. His gaze rested on her lips.

Some of the kisses he had shared he remembered, more so for the situation itself or how exciting it was in that moment,

her kisses he still felt.

He must have drifted off to sleep, his head fallen to one side, because he jolted at Belly getting up next to him. Their eyes met and she furrowed her brows, seemingly as an apology for waking him up. Jeremiah smiled in response.

*I want to go for a walk... Do you want to come too?*, she whispered sounding hopeful.

Despite the welcome offer he fought with himself- the resentful part in him, that still needed time to heal after their fall out, wanted to ignore her. But his heart seemed to pull him after her, careful not to wake up any of the others.

They wandered around for a bit, exploring the grounds and enjoying the peace their closeness brought them. But there was only so much time before the sun would come up and Belly began to steer them back to their sleeping place.

Seeing her walking, turned away from him, in front of the stars he had to call out to her.

*Bells-*, she turned around for him and he caught the melancholy look she had before it left her eyes, making his heart sink.

The closeness he felt always seemed to be cut by memories of his brother. But now he was the one she had turned to. He took one stride and was in front of her, feeling her taking in his presence.

Warmth radiated off of him like the sun. He was beautiful, basked in the moonlight, his pale blue eyes brushing over her face. She felt a familiar heat rise to her cheeks, feeling as if he was scrutinizing her.

Realizing how deeply her behavior last summer had hurt him, although they had made up, she was left with shame. Shame about how blindsided she had acted, for drowning in sorrow and love and forgetting him and now, deep down, for wanting him again.

The want left her feeling prickly, on edge and exposed.

Her eyes didn't dare to meet his and he felt her pulling back, instead of leaning in to him. Slowly he knew, she would turn back to Conrad, and the others. Forget that this moment existed... How could he let her?

Belly turned, not wanting to face the guilt that looking at him like that brought up. He was so precious to her, but she feared hurting him again, she did not deserve his eyes adoring her. So she tried to step back, his hand on her forarm stopped her.

*Belly wait.*, he begged and she flinched at how vulnerable he sounded. Resisting the urge to look at him immediatly she wanted to pull her arm free to calm down before facing him. Except he did not let go. This time he held on to her and suprised them both with his determimation.

It made her look back at him, suprised, confused. The Jeremiah she knew was not afraid to touch her but always knew if she did not want to be touched. Him pulling her into his chest made her heart skip a beat.

*Jeremiah?*, looking up at him she took note of the creases in his forehead. He seemed to be as suprised as she was. His arm had moved iinstictually. That was no excuse for not letting go, he knew, but he felt defiant now. This time he wanted her to stay.

*Bells I don't think I can deal with it again.*, the words bubbled up before he could overthink them.

*With us to-*, her voice stopped. She could deal with it, he had dealt with her putting up boundaries. She would deal with it, if he did not want her the same way as before.

*With you going back to him.*

*Conrad.*, she concluded looking at anything but Jeremiahs eyes again.

*Please- Bells, look at me.*, even though his voice was hushed she felt the urgency in it and met his piercing gaze just to ease the ever rising tension between them.

*I still remember every moment we spent together.*, his hand left her arm and softly caressed her cheek.

His touch lifted her worries off her and she felt like she had found a fresh spring, in a terrible drought.

As endearing as her head nuzzling his hand was to him, he wanted her even closer. So he slowly moved their faces, his hand guiding her, at the back of her head. Eyes doubling in size, she leaned back before their lips could connect. His brows narrowed and he stilled.

*I don't deserve you. I can't- I was...* at his attempt at physical intimacy all her shame and guilt spilled out of her.

A short peck on her lips stopped her from rambling and she was left speechless.

*I want you Belly, now and forever. No turning away again. Please.*, his breath hitched and he had to look at the ground just to organize his next words.

*I know Conrad will always have a part in your life and own a piece of your heart. But... the rest of it belongs to me.*

She shivered in his hold. It was the first time she really understood how urgently and feverishly he loved her.

It burned the doubts left in her and ignited her need for him.

Before another word could be exchanged her lips found his.

By the time they went back to the others their lips were prickling and their hands securely intertwined.

This time they laid down facing each other and he did not turn on his back.

He did not even try to look away from her before falling back to sleep.

He had made up his mind, she just had to look forward, he was determined to help her remember that.

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hello, can i please, please, PLEASE ask for a sequel to „stupid prick”?? i’m obsessed with medic!reader and grumpy and vulnerable levi 😭 can they meet in the survey corps headquaters, where he has to be patched up after a dangerios mission and she is the new best medic around? and they recognize each other and hanji sees that and tries to lowkey get them get together and release the pent up sexual frustration from years back? bc wveryone around sees what is happening 🔥🔥and bc they obviously have the hots for each other his recovery process is getting more and more steamy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i love your writing so much, thank you for all you do 💕💖💕

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m finally back!! WHOO! 😂😅 It feels so good to be posting a fic again, I just hope tumblr doesn’t eat this one like it usually does 😑 I actually wanted to post this one last night instead, but I ended up extending it and writing like four extra pages in the middle and at the end so I wanted to take today to edit it and make sure it actually sounded okay lol. But I really hope this is what you guys were looking for!! This one has been a popular demand so I really hope I did it justice! I don’t feel like it is my best piece, but it was really fun to write anyway! Also, since you didn’t necessarily specify in the ask, I just went ahead and made this a full NSFW, so warnings for that will apply, but it’s not til the very end. Okay, now enough bullshit from me, here is the sequel to “Stupid Prick”! Thank you so so much for your sweet compliments, they seriously make my day 🥺❤️ I hope you guys enjoy!!

(Warning: NSFW!! Minors DNI plz! It’s not super nuts but I would like to point out that this fic features unprofessional conduct and misuse of a hospital room and certain medical supplies. Plz never try this at home, it is fiction and even though I tried to make it as realistically applicable as possible, it’s still not something you should try lol)

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Lost With You” By: Patrick Watson 🐉

Word Count: ~10.8k

Part 1 is here!

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🔥 Damn Idiot 🔥

What time is it?

The sky was dark, swallowing the moon whole and leaving nothing but the weak, distant light of the stars to combat the shadows of the night. A soft breeze was rustling the leaves outside, flowing in through the cracked open window of the lead medical office, filling the space with a gentle coolness, one that sent pleasant tingles down the spine but failed to coax goosebumps to the surface of skin. The flame of the lone candle sitting on the largest desk in the room fluttered in that breeze but did not die out, casting dancing shadows along the walls as its warm, golden hue was toyed with.

It must be late, I should go to sleep soon.

As if the room itself could hear her thoughts, a tall grandfather clock in the corner of her office, a gift from her old master, started to chime. (Y/N) groaned as the somewhat dull sound, one she was usually fond of, clanged through her head. It sounded louder all of a sudden, making her skull pound with even sharper pulses than it had before. She laid her head down, resting her throbbing forehead on her crossed arms, silently counting the number of chimes.

1… 2… 3…

She counted until the clock slowed to a stop, the final clang ringing in her ears long after the pendulum had ceased moving.

Damn it.

It was four in the morning. (Y/N) knew she needed to sleep, needed to be sharp so she could do her best to heal the soldiers of the Survey Corps when they came back from their week long expedition, but she felt too restless. She had tried everything from teas to calming creams to soaking in a bath. Nothing had worked to settle her frazzled nerves, to quiet her overactive brain.

The worst part was, she didn’t even know why she was feeling so bothered. It had been years since she’d escaped from the Underground and made it back to her healing center with her old master. She had long since completed her training and had been with the Survey Corps ever since. She was used to seeing the worst injuries imaginable. At least, as used to it as one could be when faced with tragedy and misery. She had seen everything from bodies ripped in half to faces that were no longer recognizable. On several occasions, she had beared witness to the death of a comrade shortly after their arrival to the infirmary, their wounds too severe for even her to fix, despite her reputation.

But something was bothering her. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but something felt different about this expedition, and it was making her nervous. She had thought that maybe catching up on some of the paperwork waiting for her on her desk would help distract her, but all it had ended up doing was give her a headache and a sour attitude.

Get a grip, (Y/N), you’re a medic for the Survey Corps for fuck sake. You can do this. Just go the fuck to sleep.

Forcing her head up from her desk, (Y/N) stood and blew out the candle beside her before turning on her heel to head to her bedroom. It was attached to her office, a door connected just to her left, but the walk felt as if it were miles long, her feet dragging across the wooden floor with every step. By the time she collapsed face first into her bed, her very bones were aching with exhaustion but her mind still refused to settle, making her feel jittery despite herself. She gritted her teeth, clenching the sheets in her fists as she tossed and turned, trying to beat her bed into submission, as if that would somehow cure this never-ending insomnia.

“God damn it!” (Y/N) growled when sleep still refused to come, pushing herself up onto her elbows so she could hang her head over the pillow, trying her hardest not to scream out in frustration.

“Calm down, brat. You’re already an annoying pain in my ass, no need to make it worse.”

(Y/N)’s head jolted up in surprise, the voice so clear, so close in her ear that she could’ve sworn he was right next to her.

Levi.

It had been years since she had last seen him. Since she had escaped from the human trafficking operation with him and brought him back from the edge of death. It had been years since she had made the promise to see him again.

The thought made a pang of guilt rip through her chest. She had never forgotten him, not even for a second, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still feel as if she had betrayed him. She had tried her best to make it back down to the Underground, against her better judgment, but by the time she had finally made it back to that filthy, dilapidated house on the corner, they were already gone. She had searched for any sign of them, of the grumpy raven, the bright redhead, and the charming blonde, but it was almost as if they had never existed. She had left the Underground that day distraught and wondering if it all really had been just a dream, something her brain had conjured up as a way to cope with the trauma of the human trafficking ring.

But then why did his voice sound so real? So familiar? She could picture all of them so clearly, and a part of her could almost still smell the fresh linen scent that always radiated from Levi, even when he was laying in a pool of his own blood in the dingy basement of a madman. They were real, she knew that. They were also most likely dead. She knew that too.

Rolling onto her back, (Y/N) rested her laced hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling, considering what she would say back if he were sitting beside her in that moment. A tiny quirk to her lips appeared as she remembered the way she used banter with the three of them, but what really made her smile was when she imagined Levi’s annoyed scowl, aimed right at her whenever she sassed back at him. She would’ve never told him to his face but she had loved riling him up with snarky comments and teasing remarks. His scowl was just so adorable sometimes, especially when he was wrapped in bandages and lying helplessly in his bed. It made him look like a pouting child who didn’t get his way, rather than the dangerous criminal she knew he was.

But that was what made it all the more thrilling, all the more enjoyable when standing by his side. He was the most feared thug in the Underground and yet he lowered his walls for her. It made her giddy, remembering the way he had briefly embraced her before she left, giving her a light squeeze, as if afraid to let her walk out the door.

Until the thoughts of their empty, abandoned house flashed back into her mind, reminding her that maybe he had been right to be afraid. It was almost as if he had known he was never going to see her again, but had let her walk out the door anyway, not wanting to drag her down with him.

Gods, she missed them. She thought it was pretty ridiculous to miss them as much as she did when she was only with them for a couple of weeks, most of which was spent in silence and dark tension as Levi’s life hung in a delicate balance, but she couldn’t help it. She just wanted to know that they were okay, and maybe, selfishly, get to see them one last time.

Closing her eyes, (Y/N) let the wave of grief wash over her before rolling onto her side and pulling the blankets up to her chin, burying her face in the warm sheets in a desperate attempt to seek comfort.

“Goodnight Levi, goodnight Farlan, goodnight Isabel,” (Y/N) whispered into the empty room. “Wish me luck tomorrow.”

“Doctor!”

(Y/N) was already standing and in the process of slinging her medical bag over her shoulder by the time Squad Leader Hanji kicked open her door to slam against the back wall. Hanji had always been known for their hyper, messy qualities, their energy always giving them an air of optimistic insanity, but one look at the scientist made adrenaline pump through (Y/N)’s veins, her heart pounding against her chest.

Hanji was breathing so hard their voice came out brittle, their eyes wide and their hair yanked messily from their bun, the blood and dirt caked strands falling to leave dark streaks on their cheeks. They were leaning heavily against the door frame, their knuckles bleached white from the force with which they grasped the wood, forcing themself to stay standing despite their obvious pain and exhaustion.

“I’m here, where am I needed?” (Y/N) asked, whisking past Hanji only to pause and offer the squad leader a shoulder to lean on. They tried to wave (Y/N) off but the medic refused, allowing her comrade to lean heavily against her as they made their way to the infirmary.

“Emergency ward,” Hanji coughed. “Humanity’s Strongest is down; needs immediate care.”

Alarm flashed through (Y/N)’s system followed by a wave of dread. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier? She had never met the man, never even seen him in action or otherwise. All she had ever known of him were the rumors that had made their way to the infirmary or her office from her fellow medical staff and the patients who stayed for longer than a day in the infirmary wing. And now she was expected to heal him, the most powerful soldier in the Corps, the one man who holds the hope of all of humanity in his palms. If she were to fail in any way…

(Y/N) shook her head, forcing the negative thoughts from her mind. She had to focus, if she went into this unsure of herself, she’d never be able to succeed. “Thank you Hanji, don’t worry, I’ll take it from here. All I need you to do is get some rest and focus on healing, okay?”

Finally reaching the emergency wing, (Y/N) settled Hanji into the first empty bed she found, making sure the Squad Leader was properly tucked in with their leg supported and elevated before reluctantly leaving the rest to another doctor so she could find the one who needed her help the most. Turning around, (Y/N) spotted the bed in the next cubicle over, the white curtains drawn in front to cover the patient lying inside. She didn’t need another doctor to tell her who was behind those curtains.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) made her way over to the bed, shoving her nerves to the bottom of her stomach so she could focus solely on healing her newest patient. No matter his status, his role in the war, his importance, he was still a human like any other, a human who needed her help.

I can do this.

Giving herself one last moment to feel grounded, (Y/N) finally pulled the curtains aside, allowing her eyes to scan over her newest patient to assess the extent of the damage done to his body. Only, she didn’t get very far in her analysis before her jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock.

It was Levi, her Levi, right in front of her.

After so many years apart, she couldn’t believe he was sitting right here, in the flesh. It was almost as if history was repeating itself. The sight of him laying in a bed, unconscious, already wrapped in bandages, made her think back to when they were in the Underground again, bundled into his old bedroom as she fought to keep him breathing.

It sparked her to jump back into action, fear flooding her system as she realized the extent of his injuries. He looked so battered, his face bruised and bloodied. Pulling back the sheets revealed a hastily bandaged torso, blood already soaking through the creamy white fabric in several places. The skin of his legs was less damaged than the rest of him, but she could tell his femur in his left leg was fractured, several violent purple bruises blooming on the surface of his otherwise clear skin.

Swallowing thickly, (Y/N) forced her concern down as far she could to rest with her nervousness and snapped into clinical mode, her shaky breathing the only indication of her stressed state.

“Hang in there, Levi, I’m here. I’m gonna make you feel all better, just like I did last time, I promise.”

Nobody bothered her as she got to work, only interfering to hand her the tools she needed as she requested them. She didn’t speak unless she had to, focusing on carefully removing his bandages so she could get to work on stitching him back up. She paused for a second once the cloth had been stripped away, her fingers drifting softly over the puckered skin of the scars from the wounds she had healed in the past, before quickly shifting her attention back to the problem at hand.

She worked meticulously for hours, reminding herself to remain calm as she slowly threaded the stitches through his skin, taking special care to do it just as well, if not better than the first time she had ever stitched him up. She was grateful for her access to proper medical supplies, a tiny smile teasing at the corners of her lips as she thought about when she’d had to use ripped up old sheets for bandages that she’d then had to wash in a well several streets over.

Her back started to throb, sweat beading on her forehead as she finished closing the last of his open wounds and moved to work on setting his broken leg properly, but she barely even noticed the pain and exhaustion, her focus lasered on the man laying in the bed in front of her. A few doctors even tried to take over once his condition was no longer in the critical range, but (Y/N) refused without a second thought, unwilling to be moved from the person she had ached to see for so long, the person she thought might’ve been nothing more than a ghost.

Finally, as the sun was starting to sink behind the walls, casting the room in vibrant splashes of pink and gold, (Y/N) finished with the last bandage, gently placing the cloth underneath the silver bar of Levi’s new leg brace, tugging it gently to make sure it was securely fastened. Once she was sure nothing would come loose in his sleep, she leaned away, her hands on her hips as she arched her back in a stretch. Her eyes never left him. They constantly roamed over him, as if still disbelieving that he was here and alive and healing.

“Hey Doctor (L/N)!”

(Y/N) jumped out of her skin at the loud voice sounding behind her, whirling on the spot with wide eyes, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

“God, Micah, you can’t fucking scare me like that! What if I had still been working on the Captain?”

Micah, a spritely young nurse-in-training assigned under (Y/N)’s command, smiled widely at her in response, his arms coming up to fold in front of his chest. “Oh don’t worry, Teach, I knew you were done with him already. If I had thought you were still working, I never would’ve considered sneaking up on you, but since you were just staring at him, I figured you might need someone to snap you out of it.”

(Y/N) blushed, both embarrassed and slightly annoyed. She loved Micah, she really did, he had always made sure to keep things interesting in the clinic. He never let things get too dull despite their already hectic careers, but sometimes he could be a little too perceptive. He was a smart kid, in spite of what his chaotic energy seemed to suggest, and he knew how to use it when least expected.

“I wasn’t staring at him, I was just making sure I did all of the stitching and bandaging right. You know how high profile he is, what if I messed something up just because I was being careless right at the end?” (Y/N) said, busying herself with cleaning the leftover supplies to avoid having to meet her pupil’s gaze.

His cheeky grin suggested she didn’t need to make eye contact for him to see right through her lie. “Sure you were. I bet you were also making sure none of his abs were damaged on the mission, right?”

(Y/N) sent a dark glare his way but couldn’t stop the slight twitch of her lips. She couldn’t help it when she was around the kid. He could definitely be annoying at times when he wouldn’t mind his own business, but he always knew how to make her laugh.

“Ah hah! I knew I was right!”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” (Y/N) snapped, her blush now extending to the tips of her ears.

“Hey, I think it’s cute that you have the hots for the Captain!” Micah said with his hands held up in defense. “I don’t know how you plan on getting his attention though, he’s never been one for relationships as far as I’ve heard. But no matter what, I’m here to support you every step of the way, Teach!”

(Y/N) bent over Levi to tuck the covers underneath him and hide the genuine smile that graced her lips at Micah’s comment, making sure to wipe most of it from her features before turning to face him. His eyes were still glittering warmly when she walked by him, so she made sure to give him an affectionate slap on the arm as she passed, smiling wider at the snicker he let loose in response. They were just about to leave for dinner, to take a break before getting in the shower and heading to bed when (Y/N) paused, casting one last glance over her shoulder at the comatose Captain still sleeping soundly.

“You know, I think I might have a few ideas for this one.”

“Four Eyes, get out of my way, I’m fine.”

Hanji scoffed, placing their hands on their hips as they met Levi’s glare with a menacing look of their own, refusing to back down from their spot in front of the emergency ward door.

“Absolutely not, Levi. You have to stay in bed and rest, doctor’s orders.”

“You’re not in bed resting,” Levi bit back in annoyance, his brows furrowed.

“That’s because I had a badly sprained ankle and was suffering through a burnout from the lack of food and hydration. I was released after a couple days of rest and nutrients. You, on the other hand, have a broken leg, several sizable gashes, and a concussion, there’s a difference.”

“I said I feel fine.”

“I don’t care how you feel, the doctor said you have to stay in bed so you are going to stay right here until they deem it appropriate for you to leave. Until then, if I have to tie you down to the headboard, I will.”

Levi raised a brow, “Sorry, Shitty Glasses, I’m not into that kinky shit.”

Hanji snorted, “Since when?”

Levi sent a dark scowl her way and once again attempted to stand up, only to get forcefully shoved back onto the mattress by a gleeful Hanji.

“It won’t matter if I get hurt walking around if all you’re going to do is break more of my bones shoving me back into bed,” Levi grumped when the impact of his short fall made him wince with the jolt of pain to his leg.

“If that’s what I have to do to get you to stay put, then I will.”

Levi gave Hanji a choice hand gesture in response to that one, only to have them stick their tongue out in return, making his nose wrinkle at their childish antics.

“Who the fuck confined me to this bed anyway but isn’t brave enough to tell it to my face? Which doctor is supposed to be assigned to me?”

Hanji opened their mouth to answer but was promptly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them, prompting the scientist to move aside. Levi’s frown suddenly relaxed, his expression giving way to one of pure astonishment as he took in the sight of his doctor leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes sparkling with unfiltered joy.

She looked good, he realized, healthy, so different from how she had looked after spending so much time in that filthy house the human trafficking ring was held in. Her hair was full of volume and color, and looked so silky his fingers were tempted to run themselves through it. Her skin appeared soft and damn near glowing, completely devoid of the dirt and blood that had covered it for days in the Underground. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her eyes. They were still so full of hope and a brightness that not even the darkest corners of the Underground were able to smother. The same brightness she had turned to him with whenever he grew too pessimistic, eager to show him the glass half full. It was never a naive hope, she was never clueless to the dire nature of their situation, but she had always had that spark in her gaze, the one that still haunted Levi’s dreams to this day.

He realized after a moment that he was staring and quickly averted his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he had not heard a single thing that was spoken since she had entered the room. Her smile only got wider at his bashful expression, her arms unfolding as she pushed away from the doorframe to shuffle further into the room.

“I don’t think you heard me, I said that I am the doctor who confined you to this bed and will be looking after you for the next few weeks of your recovery.”

Levi nodded slowly, his words lodged in his throat, feeling as if his mouth was stuffed with cotton. He knew Hanji was staring at him, confused at his strange behavior, but he couldn’t find it in himself to slip his mask back into place, even to hide from the infinite teasing he was sure would come later from the titan freak.

He couldn’t help it, the woman he had been dreaming about since the day she had walked out of his house was right in front of him, in the flesh, alive and healthy. He didn’t think he would ever see her again, despite his promise to Farlan. He felt as if he were looking at a ghost. A very physical, happy, living ghost.

(Y/N)’s smile turned softer, almost a little melancholy, as if she could also see the memories that were flashing across his mind rapid fire, rendering him speechless. “Hello, Levi.”

Swallowing thickly, Levi raised his head and met her gaze, his hair raising uncomfortably at the way she made his heart pound against his ribcage.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

Hanji’s loud squawk of surprise and indignation broke the spell in the room, making Levi’s scowl return full force.

“Wait a fucking second, you know each other!? And you didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t as if we had the chance, Four Eyes, stop shouting.”

“B-But you guys know each other!”

“Yeah, and?” Levi grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest.

(Y/N) chuckled at the raven’s pouty expression, the bright, lovely sound he hadn’t heard in so long making his frown relax slightly.

“Well, how did you two meet? How long have you known each other? What drove you two apart? How do you feel now that you two are back together again? Holy shit, were you two lovers!? Does that mean you-”

“Shut. Up. Hanji!” Levi snapped, a foreign panic rising in his chest as the scientist continued to ask him questions rapidfire.

Thankfully, (Y/N) merely laughed again at Hanji’s overexcitement and intervened before Levi could blow a gasket. Sending a reassuring glance his way, she moved from behind the scientist to stand by Levi’s bedside, fiddling with the supplies on a nearby tray table to make sure they were all organized for when she would need to use them next.

“No, no, Hanji, it was nothing like that. I met Levi when I was brought Underground by my master to learn how to treat leg injuries. He was there for me when a group of thugs thought it would be a fun idea to jump me when my master and I got separated. Ever since then, we’ve interacted a few more times, but my training as a medic and Levi’s new ranking as Captain kept us from seeing each other too often.”

Levi frowned as Hanji tittered happily at the story, a beaming smile on their face as they stopped teasing him and left with a departing wave, finally giving the pair some privacy.

When the door to the private room was closed, (Y/N) turned back to Levi, finally allowing the tears she had been holding back to flow down her cheeks.

Before he could react, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as gently as possible despite her obvious excitement to stay mindful of his healing injuries. His eyes widened, his hands hovering in the air over her waist, twitching nervously as his brain short-circuited and he fought to regain control of himself. He was still trying to process the fact that he was being hugged for the first time since his friends had died when (Y/N) pulled away, not minding his frozen state of shock. Wiping away her tears, she sent him a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, now concerned she had overstepped some boundaries, “I’m just… really glad you’re alive.”

Levi finally managed to reboot his brain and shook himself out of his stupor, mentally slapping himself for letting himself be so affected by this woman. “Why did you lie?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) asked, confused by the sudden change in topic.

“To Four Eyes just a minute ago. Why did you lie to them about how we met?”

“Oh, that.” (Y/N) said, turning away from him to check his chart, “I knew if I told them the truth that not only would they tease both of us, mainly you, but that it would also spread like wildfire. I enjoy Hanji’s company and I think they are a very sweet person but they aren't the best at keeping secrets. I figured getting credit for something I was happy to do anyway wasn’t worth possibly tarnishing your reputation.”

Levi shook his head, “But you saved me, not the other way around.”

“You saved me more than you think, Levi,” (Y/N) mumbled quietly as she faced him again, reaching out to gently rotate his non-broken leg to check on a gash he had sliced along his calf.

“What?”

“I said that maybe I’ll tell her the truth someday, when you’re all healed and have a chance to escape from her jokes and teasing remarks,” (Y/N) said in a louder voice for him to hear.

He still looked skeptical but dropped the subject, grateful for her consideration of his feelings even if they didn’t sit right with him. Leaning back on his palms, Levi reclined against the feeling of her soft hands on him and sighed. Gods, he had missed the way she touched him.

That sudden thought made him jolt slightly. What the fuck?

“Oh, did that hurt?” (Y/N) asked, pulling her hands back in alarm, afraid she had pressed too hard on one of his wounds.

Levi quickly waved her off and forced himself to relax again, trying his best to ignore how good it felt to have her touching him. It was quiet for a long moment, the air thick with unresolved tension as (Y/N) worked on cleaning his injuries and replacing his old bandages with fresh ones. He felt as if he had so much to say to her and yet had no way of forcing them off the edge of his tongue. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he ground his teeth together, trying to pin at least one thought down, something, anything he could use to fill the tense atmosphere.

“I’m glad too,” Levi eventually said, “that you’re alive.”

He immediately wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole the minute the words left his mouth, his breath catching in his throat when (Y/N) paused in her efforts to patch him up.

When she finally looked back up at him, she had more tears in her eyes, but a large, watery smile tugged at her lips.

“Thank you, Levi.”

After that first day, (Y/N) spent every moment she could with Levi. While part of that was due to the injuries he sustained and her duty to heal him to the best of her ability, it was clear that wasn’t all there was to their time spent together to anyone who was paying attention. Especially when she spent even her free moments and breaks by his side. He had tried to convince her that she didn’t need to spend every waking moment with him, afraid she was wasting time she could be spending doing something relaxing or productive, but (Y/N) held firm, refusing to leave him unless she really had to. Thankfully, due to Levi’s importance, her duties were almost completely relegated to his care for the time being, so she didn’t have to worry too much about the other patients in the infirmary, trusting her fellow colleagues to take care of them for her while she worked on Humanity’s Strongest.

She felt especially compelled to stay by his side when she learned of the deaths of Isabel and Farlan, the pair dying to an abnormal titan during a severe thunderstorm just three months prior. It killed her to learn that the sweet redhead and charming blonde were gone, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of pain Levi was in. He had tried to put on a brave face, a mask to hide his pain, but (Y/N) saw through it as if she were looking through glass, possibly the only person who really could.

Grieving together had been a testament to the strength of their friendship, the pair only growing closer as the days passed and they learned to cope through each other and the time they spent together.

The thought brought a smile to (Y/N)’s face as she made her way through the near empty halls, her arms full with the tray of food she was on her way to bring to Levi from the dining hall. She normally would’ve asked someone else to do this for her so she could continue to stay by Levi’s side, but she needed to stretch her legs a little and she trusted Levi enough at this point to stay put when she asked him to.

He had fought her on that the first few days of his healing process, just as he had in the Underground when she was healing him so many years ago, but she found he couldn’t really say no to her when she asked him nicely. She knew he was getting restless, eager to rejoin the ranks and start up on his training routine again, but she also knew he would only injure himself further if he rushed into things. Shaking her head at the thought of the grumpy, energetic man, she shifted the tray to one hand so she could use the other to dig through her pockets for her keys.

Levi had been moved to her room just the other day. It had been Hanji’s idea, the brunette suggesting the arrangement with unbridled glee, much to Levi’s chagrin. It was a sound idea and made sense given the situation, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but wonder if the scientist had an ulterior motive based on the near feral smile they had flashed at Levi when (Y/N) had agreed. In the end, the arrangement had worked out. Having him in her room proved to be better functionally, giving her plenty of time and room to focus on nothing but his improving health.

Fitting the keys into the lock, (Y/N) pushed the door open with her hip and fought to keep a disappointed expression when she found Levi standing in front of her bookshelf, his piercing eyes flitting over the many various titles. It was endearing, almost a little charming to see the fierce captain of the Survey Corps idly standing in her office, waiting for her to return. It was almost as if he was supposed to be there, as if he belonged there. It was oddly domestic.

Shoving that thought to the side, (Y/N) placed her tray of food on her desk and made her way to his side, placing her hands on her hips in as stern of a manner as she could. “You sir, are supposed to be in bed resting. What are you doing up?”

Levi at least had the decency to look a little cowed despite the scowl he threw in her direction. “I just wanted something to read. I’ve got to have something to do when your annoying voice isn’t here to keep me constantly distracted.”

“First of all, my voice is not annoying,” (Y/N) said with a huff, ignoring the way he playfully scoffed in mock disbelief. “Secondly, if you really wanted something to read, you know you could’ve asked me. You just wanted an excuse to ignore my orders.”

He shrugged but didn’t deny it. For a fraction of a second, (Y/N) almost thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile, but it was gone just as quickly as it had come. Maybe it had just been a trick of the light.

“Either way, you still need to get back to bed. Your body won’t heal any faster if you spend all your time undoing my hard work with your incessant need to be entertained.”

Levi’s nose wrinkled as he finally turned to face her, begrudgingly following her back to her bedroom. “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” (Y/N) asked with a soft cackle when she glanced back to see the aghast look on his face. “Come on, doctor’s orders, which means you have no choice but to listen to me if you wanna get back out in the field.”

Levi didn’t respond but eventually crawled back under the sheets of her bed, batting her hands away when she tried to help him. She giggled at his reluctance to accept her help, even after all this time, and busied herself instead with grabbing the tray of food from her office. Once he had settled himself back against the pillows, (Y/N) placed the tray on his lap and perched on the edge of the bed so she could ensure that he ate properly. He rolled his eyes at her mother henning tendencies but didn’t push her away as he dug into the vegetable stew and bread she had brought for him.

“Just out of curiosity,” (Y/N) asked after a few moments of silence, “what book were you interested in reading when you were looking at my shelf?”

Levi glanced at her over his bowl of soup, taking his time to swallow the bite in his mouth before responding. “There’s the sequel to a horror novel I was reading before the mission. I was thinking of maybe finishing the series now that I’m being forced to relax against my will.”

(Y/N) beamed at him with the most smug expression she could manage, her smile only widening when he gave her an unimpressed look. “Well, you said earlier that my annoying voice is a good distraction. Would you let me read to you? It’ll help pass the time.”

She could tell he was thinking about it, debating on whether or not it was safe to admit that he liked when she read to him. She could almost see the gears turning in his head as he considered her proposition, before he eventually nodded. She was out of her seat before he had even finished giving her an answer, rushing back into her office to grab the novel of his choice.

(Y/N) knew she was probably being a little unprofessional, she hardly ever read to her patients unless she knew they weren’t going to make it. But she found she didn’t care as she plopped herself down beside Levi once more and peeled the book open to flip to the first page. She knew she was probably being a bit selfish as she scooted closer to him after the first few chapters, leaning into him just the slightest amount to absorb the heat that seemed to radiate from his body. But she found she didn’t care about that either as Levi leaned back into her touch just an inch, almost to the point where she couldn’t feel it. But she knew, she knew in the way the blush rose back into his cheeks, in the way his muscles relaxed just a tad, in the way his heart sped up against her shoulder.

Levi didn’t talk to her much, but (Y/N) felt closer to him than she ever had before. Although the pair slept in different rooms, him on her bed in her bedroom and her on the couch in her office, there was something inexplicably intimate about sharing living quarters. She was constantly around him, slowly but surely getting to know Levi all over again. His recovery time seemed to rapidly decrease with every passing day, the strong young man healing way faster than anybody other than (Y/N) was prepared for. She knew any day now he would be cleared for duty once more, and the two of them would go right back to their own lives, their separate daily routines.

The thought sent a spear of something sour to (Y/N)’s stomach but she refused to acknowledge it. She was unwilling to let her own feelings for him get in the way of his recovery. She was happy for him, he would finally be free from her constant nagging and be able to live his own life for the first time in weeks. Swallowing the bitter taste in her mouth and pushing away all selfish thoughts of wanting to keep him by her side, (Y/N) prepared to enter the infirmary where she would be getting the results for Levi’s final physical examination, proof that he was finally fully healed of all injuries.

“Doctor (L/N)!”

(Y/N) turned at the sound of Micah calling her name, surprised to see the young nurse standing beside Squad Leader Hanji, both of whom were wearing what looked to be shit-eating grins, even from their current distance. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed but she made her way over to the pair.

“Micah! What can I do for you?”

“I was just coming by to give you the good news! There was a slight mix-up in the scheduling, so now you will be conducting Captain Levi’s final examination!”

(Y/N)’s brow raised as she turned to Hanji, looking for further explanation. The scientist’s expression was immediately sheepish, a hand coming up to rub at the back of their neck. “Heh, sorry, (Y/N). It was my fault, I didn’t realize I had a meeting scheduled for this time today, I thought it was going to be tomorrow. Would you mind performing the exam? Shorty will probably prefer to have you touching him anyway.”

“What?” (Y/N) balked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Hanji said with a dismissive wave of their hand, “I just mean he doesn’t like people getting close to him, especially me. He’ll prefer it if it's someone he trusts.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, beratting herself for thinking Hanji’s words could mean anything other than something innocent. “Of course I’ll perform the exam, thank you for the heads up!”

“Sure thing, boss!” Micah said, clapping a hand on her shoulder before striding away with Hanji, the two darting around the corner as if they had stolen something. (Y/N) watched after them for a moment but figured their odd behavior could be addressed later. For now, she had a very important patient to take care of.

Levi was sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed in nothing but his boxers when the door clicked open. It made sense, he was supposed to be having a full body physical examination to make sure he was properly healed for duty, he just wasn’t expecting to come face to face with the very woman he was in love with. He fought the urge to blush as (Y/N) stopped short in her tracks for a fraction of a second, her eyes giving his exposed form a quick once over before she seemed to remember herself and averted her gaze with an embarrassed cough.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought… Shitty Glasses said they’d be back in a moment and to get undressed for the exam,” Levi mumbled, cursing himself when he stumbled over his words.

(Y/N) waved her hands in front of her face, “Not a problem at all, Levi! You’ve done everything right, there was just a change of plan, that’s all! Squad Leader Hanji had an impromptu meeting to go to so I’m going to be giving your exam instead.”

“Of course they did,” Levi muttered. “Figures.”

“What was that?”

“I said let’s just get this over with.”

(Y/N) nodded once, dragging over a tray of tools to get started. His eyes never left her, watching her every move. Even so, the first touch of her hands against his cheeks made him flinch in his seat. Thankfully, she ignored the impulsive movement and instead focused on checking his eyes, a small flashlight held up to examine them.

“Your pupils are quite dilated, are you feeling okay?”

Levi hummed an affirmative and even though she didn’t look entirely convinced, it wasn’t long before she moved on, running her fingers as gently as possible down his jaw and throat, massaging along his collarbone to test for soreness or unaccounted for aching. He grunted at the feeling of her magical fingers ghosting over his skin, but was otherwise unreactive, sitting as still as possible to avoid getting in the way of her work. No matter his feelings for her, this was her area of expertise, her passion, the last thing he wanted to do was inhibit that with his stupid emotions.

A light pinch to his nipple snapped him back to reality, a choked noise wrestling from his throat without his permission at the unexpected touch. “Sorry! Sorry! I thought I saw a scratch and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t bleeding. It’s just an old blood blister scar.”

Levi nodded woodenly, suddenly a lot more aware of her touch as she continued to descend down his chest. Her fingers brushed over his pecs and down his abs like water, making his whole body shiver. But it wasn’t until she kneeled to the ground, her hands gripping his thighs and massaging along his calves that he felt himself start to lose control, his pants tightening under her delicious attention. His eyes widened in horror, but he had no way of fixing the situation without drawing attention to himself.

“Levi? Are you alright? Your face is a little flushed, I’m not hurting you, am I?”

Levi shook his head fervently, not trusting himself to speak. (Y/N) scrutinized him, once again not sure if she should believe him or not. He looked unnecessarily flustered, and she couldn’t figure out why. Was she making him uncomfortable? She was trying to be as professional with her touches as possible but maybe that didn’t matter. Hanji had said he hated when other people touched him.

“Okay then, I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, we’re almost done.”

Levi nodded stiffly again, too focused on how to get out of this situation with his dignity still intact to correct her. His legs shook, his breathing labored as she finished off with his feet and moved back up his legs, since they had received more damage than some of the other parts of him in the fight. She was reaching his inner thighs again, opening her mouth to ask him to turn around, hoping to finish up as quickly as possible for his sake when she saw it. She couldn’t help the squeak that fled from her mouth when she finally realized what was bothering him so much.

What had once been a tense but calm atmosphere suddenly turned to chaos as Levi reacted instinctively, pushing (Y/N) away from him with one hand while his other flew in front of his crotch, his face flushed such a deep red, (Y/N) would’ve been worried about him having a fever had they not been in their current situation. She fell back against the floor, her palms flying out behind her to catch herself as she stared with wide eyes at the normally stoic man and the way he refused to meet her gaze, his free hand moving up to cover his mouth in pure mortification. It took her a moment for her brain to work properly, but once it did, she reverted once more back into a more professional mode, knowing that if she didn’t do something to comfort him, the situation could end in disaster.

“Hey, Levi, i-it’s okay! It’s not your fault!”

“What do you mean it’s not my fault!?” Levi spat. “You didn’t ask for this, I just couldn’t- it happened but-”

Levi cut himself off, moving the hand that had been in front of his mouth to cover his eyes instead, unable to even think of facing the woman in front of him. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Not only did he manage to ruin the one special connection he had in his life with the single person he always wanted to be around, but he reacted by shoving her to the floor the minute he fucked up. He felt like bolting, his legs tensing and ready to spring. Or throwing up, his stomach squeezing painfully tight as the thought of what just happened replayed in his head over and over.

The feeling of a light touch on his knee made him shudder, but he refused to knock her hand away, not after his earlier reaction had sent her sprawling to the ground.

“It was my fault, Levi, I shouldn’t have been touching you so lightly or so much. I was just trying to give you this physical exam but obviously I wasn’t being careful or aware enough. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Levi shook his head but didn’t respond, keeping his eyes hidden behind the comfort of his palm. He knew it was childish, hiding from her, he was going to have to look at her at some point, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had never been in a situation like this before and he was scrambling. He was tempted to search for the nearest knife and slit his throat, hoping that in doing so, he’d finally be able to escape the horror of the situation.

But he couldn’t move, frozen by the hand burning his skin where (Y/N) touched him. She wasn’t letting him go and he was too mortified to speak and ask her to move. He didn’t want her to anyway, a small, selfish part of him chided, making him press his face even further into the comfort of his own hand.

“If it’s any consolation, Levi, I didn’t exactly hate it. I find it flattering, even, that you enjoy my touch.”

“It’s only yours,” Levi mumbled, still unable to look at her. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”

(Y/N)’s smile could’ve rivaled the sun even though he couldn’t see it. Her heart was pounding, both from the nature of their situation and the weight of his confession. His words filled her chest with so much warmth, she felt as if she had already melted into liquid gold. “You’re the only one who makes me feel that way too, Levi.”

That got his attention, his hands dropping from his face so fast, it was clear he even forgot about his embarrassment. It made (Y/N) giggle at him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He hesitated a moment before leaning into the touch, his eyes glittering with something akin to hope.

“Really? Are you sure?”

(Y/N) leaned forward, making sure to look him in the eye and give him time to pull away before gently connecting their lips. He shivered under her touch, just as he had always done, and only took a moment to swallow the shock in his system before meeting the coupling of their mouths with more enthusiasm. She nearly purred in response, tilting her head to slot them closer together.

Levi figured he must be dreaming, there was absolutely no way that the woman he had been pining for ever since she had left the Underground loved him as much as he loved her. It just wasn’t possible for someone so amazing, so compassionate and beautiful to love him like that. But here she was, kissing him senseless, and dream or not, he was going to take full advantage. Pressing closer, Levi snaked his tongue out to lap at her bottom lip, his body damn near vibrating at the lustful groan she let out in response, not hesitating to let him into her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, fighting him for dominance as she pushed herself up onto his lap while he scooted back on the bed to give them more room. The hand that wasn’t cupping her jaw rested against her waist, pulling her into him as they continued their lip lock until he was lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

They were both panting for air, but they refused to move too far from each other, resting their heads against one another as they soaked in the intimacy of the moment. Forgotten was the physical exam, the infirmary they were in, the people probably waiting for them outside, the world had narrowed into nothing but the two of them, basking in their feelings for one another.

“Do you really mean it?” Levi whispered, unable to hold himself back from expressing his biggest concern.

(Y/N) scoffed good-naturedly and leaned back to look him in the eye. “What about that kiss told you I wasn’t serious?”

As if to solidify her statement, she leaned in for another quick kiss, swiping her tongue across his lips but pulling back before he could pull it into his mouth to suck. He pouted at her but was quickly satiated when he felt an unbearably warm palm cradle his clothed cock, giving a gentle squeeze for good measure. (Y/N)’s smile only widened at the groan of pleasure he let out in response, his hips canting once into her palm before he could stop himself.

“You know, I still technically have to finish giving you a physical exam. Just to make sure you aren’t still injured. I think it would be best to thoroughly check as many places as I possibly can.”

His blood heated at her words, and although he longed to lunge forward and capture her lips in another intoxicating kiss, he decided to indulge in her charade instead. “I agree, in fact, there is one particular area I’m especially worried about.”

Rocking his hips up, Levi rubbed himself against the hand still resting over his length, turning his voice whiny with a desperation that was only half exaggerated for her benefit. “Please, it hurts…”

(Y/N) felt as if she could fry eggs on her cheeks, but refused to let her embarrassment get the better of her, focusing more on the immense excitement flowing through her veins at the whimper in Levi’s usually stoic tone of voice. “Well, what kind of doctor would I be if I just let my favorite patient suffer? I think I know just the thing to cure this ailment of yours.”

Levi couldn’t hold back the wave of pure electricity he felt spider down his spine as (Y/N) slithered off his lap to kneel on the floor, her hands moving from the tent in his boxers to his thighs. She ghosted her fingers over his skin, reveling in the gooseflesh that littered the trail of her hands, and moved to pull the fabric from his hips. She kept her movements slow to give him time to change his mind, but Levi eagerly lifted his hips to assist her. She looked up at him, only to bite her lip at the hungry desire in his gaze, his bangs falling over his eyes to give him an even more dangerous look. She pulled his boxers all the way down his legs before tossing them somewhere uncaringly behind her, drawing her attention instead to the scarlet, leaking cock right in front of her.

“My, my,” (Y/N) hummed, “This is worse than I thought.”

Levi flushed darker but didn’t comment, merely reaching down to stroke himself twice in front of her, impatiently waiting for her to do something, anything. He choked back a growl of impatience when she just continued to watch him, her hands tickling his inner thighs as she considered something to herself. He wished he had a bit more self control, the last thing he wanted to do was come off as pushy, but he was quickly losing the ability to keep himself in check, not with her looking at him like that.

Just as he was about to say something, (Y/N) raised her hand and motioned for him to turn around, a sly look of something positively mischievous in her eyes. Holding back the whine that threatened to pry from his lips, Levi did as he was told, turning around so that he was facing away from her with his legs tucked beneath him.

(Y/N) was quick to bring her hands up to his back, raking her fingers down his muscles as she pretended to look for more injuries on him. He had to bite his tongue as her fingers gently skittered over his shoulder blades and down his spine, her nails coming to curl against his lower back, just above his hips. By the time she had made her way back up to the nape of his neck, he was squirming in his seat, his skin tingling with sensitivity despite his every effort to come off as unaffected.

He’d had no idea he was even sensitive on his back, but every light scrape of her nails, every ghost of her fingertips along his ribs or down his spine made whimpers squeak out of his throat. His dick weeped at the attention, throbbing with every light scratch she inflicted on him until her hands suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist to rest on his stomach. She was teasing him, testing the limits of his barely-held-together patience, and he didn’t know whether he loved her or hated her for it. She pressed her chest to his back, resting her chin on his shoulder so she could bite and lick at his throat while her hands creeped their way down to his groin.

“You’re all clear on your back, baby,” (Y/N) purred in his ear, stopping just shy of his weeping sex. “You can turn around whenever you’re ready.”

Levi snapped, all of his usually impenetrable patience lost as he whirled around and latched onto her hips with a bruising grip, yanking her back onto his lap before she could get a word in edgewise. She squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to smooth over his chest and shoulders affectionately. He paused only for a moment to grab the lotion originally meant for soothing his muscles off the tray table, pouring a healthy amount into his hand to stuff into her needy cunt with two long fingers. She responded with a fiery kiss to his lips, using her free hand to drag her skirt and panties down her legs until they were far enough down for her to kick them away. The sloppy sounds of her pussy were audible as he pumped his fingers in and out, but she still appreciated his thought to use lube considering how little time they had for actual foreplay.

He was a little clumsy, his fingers exploring a bit aimlessly to find the spot he knew would make her taste the stars, but she found that he was a quick learner, immediately responding to any sign of pleasure from her until he was curling his fingertips perfectly against her spongy g-spot.

“Fuck! Levi… Levi, I’m ready. I need you inside me, now.”

His cock twitched at her breathy command but he didn’t let up for a few strokes yet, making sure she was soaked to his liking before sliding his fingers from her. She watched in lustful disbelief as he brought his hand to his lips, licking her slick clean from his skin. He held her gaze with a look full of dark promises, refusing to break it until he had sucked the last of her from his fingers, closing his eyes as he slurped with a final satisfied flourish.

“Delicious,” his voice was the crunch of gravel in the middle of the night. Rich lust gulped down his irises until there was nothing but a slim ring of silver left, completely enraptured by the stunning woman on his lap. (Y/N) was speechless, her mind a soupy mess of desire, but she wasn’t helpless. Levi let out a hiss when her supple palm wrapped once more around his length, angling him toward her entrance as she rose to her knees, straddling him more suitably now. He brushed his hand against her hip, stopping her just long enough to bore his final ask of consent into her. When he found nothing but a mirror to his own eagerness, he replaced her hand with his own and guided himself up, slipping easily into her velvety heat.

The two moaned out in unison as they were joined for the first time, attacking each other’s lips and devouring each other’s sounds until they were drowning in their need for air. Levi couldn’t wait, but it seemed as if (Y/N) was a bit more impatient than she was letting on, because she provided no resistance when he started to move inside her, swirling his hips up into her so that his cock nudged against that pleasure spot deep inside her. (Y/N) gasped and trembled, leaning her head back to give him room to explore. While he licked up the side of her neck, sucking dark bruises into her otherwise unblemished skin, (Y/N) dragged more trails of fire up his back, clawing him up like a cat as each thrust into her pliant body picked up in speed and intensity.

“God fuck, you’re so tight,” Levi murmured into her skin, nipping at her earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.

(Y/N) keened and removed her hands from his back, instead scrambling to rip at the buttons on the front of her shirt. Levi leaned back when the sound of tearing fabric sounded throughout the room, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare breasts teasing him through the ruins of her uniform.

“Damn, no bra? You were just waiting for this to happen, weren’t you, kitten? So eager for my cock, and I’ve barely even started.”

(Y/N) moaned, her jaw dropping as each thrust forced the air from her lungs until she was gasping. “B-Been waiting for this for a long time, Levi. Ever since t-the Underg-ground. Besides, don’t act like y-you’re above this, you love b-being inside me too, don’t you?”

Levi’s breath hitched, his eyes widening at her confession before he began to ravage the woman on top of him. He couldn’t believe it, hadn’t even dared to fathom that she could’ve had any feelings for him when she left. She was a goddess who had healed him out of the goodness of her heart, that was all. There was no way such a fantastic person could’ve ever loved the criminal rat from the filthy Underground sticks. But here she was, confessing to the very thing he had always hoped for but never allowed himself to entertain.

“Oh fuck, is that even a question? I love your pussy, my new f-favorite place to be.”

Thrusting somehow faster, his nails digging into her ass and the bottoms of her thighs hard enough to make crescent shapes dot her skin, Levi breathed back his own secret. “I’ve been waiting for this too, made a promise to Farlan that I would be with you one day.”

(Y/N) immediately latched onto Levi’s skin, kissing and biting sloppy marks up and down his neck to smother the sound of her obscene moans as she came all over him. Her body shook on top of him, her pussy clenching him hard enough to have colors exploding behind his eyelids. He busied himself with ducking down to roll his tongue across her pert nipples, sucking and nipping at the soft mounds as he rode her through her climax and started to chase his own.

“~Hah, hah, hah…” Levi panted as he broke away from her skin, a string of saliva connecting him to her now mottled flesh as he pistoned harder, flesh slapping loudly with every scoop of his hips. He was so fucking close, he could almost taste it. (Y/N) was still shaking in his hold, her fingers refusing to loosen from the muscles in his back as his continued motions started to bleed into overstimulation. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, landing like raindrops on Levi's neck as he was thrown over the edge, his back arching as a wet gasping noise tore itself from his throat. His hips jerked as he spilled inside of her, painting her already dripping walls white with his release.

It was only after he had spurted the last few ropes of cum into her pussy that Levi finally stopped, collapsing against her with his arms lazily looped around her waist. (Y/N) grunted at the sudden weight pressing against her but didn’t push him away, merely scratching the coarse hair of his undercut before moving up into his silkier raven strands. They fought to catch their breath, ghosting their lips over one another every once in a while as they allowed the silence to permeate the space.

“Did we just-?”

“Yeah,” Levi grunted.

(Y/N) chuckled, warming his heart and chasing away any possible doubts that could’ve surfaced in his mind. “Looks like you’re all better now, no notable injuries. At least, none that will hinder your physical activity.”

Levi snorted, giving her waist a spiteful squeeze, “Yeah, except for the new ones you left on my back and neck, brat.”

(Y/N) swooped in to press her lips to his kiss-swollen ones. “Well, I happen to know a pretty good doctor who might be willing to help you with those.”

Levi grinned at her, “Send her to my office later tonight, I might have a few ideas on how she can make it up to me.”

“I will, but only if you promise to take her out to dinner sometime afterwards.”

Levi nodded and held her close. Who was he to deny such a request? Afterall, he had a promise from Farlan to keep, and he’d be a damn idiot to let the chance pass him by.

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