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rocket-our-baby · 10 months

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No Dreams were prettier

a/n: ₊✧˚﹕︶︶︶﹕૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა﹕︶︶︶﹕ ˚✧₊

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Rocket x fem!reader oneshot

Can be interpreted romantically or platonically (personally I like the one where they’re in-between and figuring it out before confessing; please feel free to read it the way you want.)

Just a fluffy oneshot to hopefully brighten up your day or soothe any of your acute/chronic/pms pain <3

Yes I wrote this when I was very very sick lmao like literally when I was cold sweating from the pain but nonetheless no particular warnings apart from mentioning of pain, except for extra pointless fluffs ahead behold

The title of this is kinda foreshadowing to what I hid at the end of the fic, and it works both ways ✵彡

English is not my native language (I just read tons of fanfics to keep on truckin’ and now here I am, still alive)

Ok the foreword wouldn’t necessarily be any longer in my future posts it’s just, this is like my first official fic posted here on this blog over the past decade since I deliberately avoided SNS so, kindly bear with my oversharing and thank you for stumbling upon here!

Hope you enjoy <3

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𝒩ℴ 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾ℯ𝓇

info: rocket/f!reader, 3.1k words, 99%pure fluff, sfw, oneshot

summary: You’re sick, and Rocket is worried. He tries not to show it by acting rationally, but it’s very obvious.

note: is possibly one of the chapters in the domestic fluff slice of life series between rocket, the best pilot in the galaxy and the best captain any Terran girl can ask for in space; and the reader, a Terran from Terra living her not-so-normal life in space, with a talking raccoon.

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“Hey,, Rocket… I could use some help… I guess”

Without turning around, Rocket glances up at his back and raises an eyebrow in curiosity, his paws still automatically tinkering with whatever new tools he’s fixing.

“Yeah? What's goin' on, doll? You sounded… weird.”

…only to find you in extreme pain and distress.

“And looked weird.”

Your face in agony, pearls of sweats forming on your forehead, your eyes barely focusing on him, nor are they on anything frankly.

“I’m feeling… bad… like a stomachache bad…”

You sound weak and breathy, but you slowly approach him in small and stumbling steps, both of your arms hugging yourself tightly applying pressure to your stomach, your fingertips digging deep into your soft flesh, bearing the pain and preventing yourself from screaming. Cold sweats all over your body, your voice weak, lips and face pale, as you sit — more like fall — down near him all of a sudden.

Rocket's eyes widen in shock, quickly setting his stuff down and rushes over to help you.

“Whoa, hey, hey, doll, y’alright?”

He gently places his paws on your shoulders to support you enough to sit up, as you give in to his embrace, finally feeling a sense of relief. Looking at you up and down, he nervously assesses your condition and instinctively sniffs for any blood, checking if you’ve had any wounds.

“How long have you been feeling like this?”

He certainly doesn’t sound like his usual self. That snarky, sarcastic, smartass cocky bastard.

“Around half an hour I guess… there’s no one on the ship right now and I’ve been shivering uncontrollably,,”

You let out a weak chuckle and smile bitterly at your own reply.

“I didn’t want to bother you cuz it’s your free time as well, but it’s becoming unbearable… as if my stomach is burning like hell and twisting… like there’s an alien inside ready to burst o-”

“Uh-huh, yeah I know I know.”

Rocket cuts your reference there and sighs in concern as he takes your forehead in his paw to check your temperature. He’s heard this before. From Stark from a kid from Terra called Parker, or something. He doesn’t care right now. All he can focus on at the moment is you, and your well-being.

“But girl, this is definitely not just some minor thingie. How's your appetite? Any vomiting?”

He furrows his brows, trying to figure out what's wrong.

“Not so great…I’ve just been drinking some water. A constant urge to vomit but nothing.”

As Rocket checks up on you closely, he notices your brows furrow in affliction, your lips pale white, your hands slightly shaking and your body shivering but also sweating due to the discomfort. He tries to avert his worrying gaze by turning to examine your body, but it doesn’t escape your Terran instincts.

“Okay... ‘kay, alright. How's your breathing? Any chest pains, difficulty catching your breath?”

He presses his ear near your chest to check your breathing rate and your heartbeat, his paw moves to your abdomen, pulling your shirt upwards to feel your skin and applying some pressure to gauge your sensitivity and any possible organ ruptures in that area.

“Yes, other than feeling like my stomach has become your bomb storage and they’ve all been exploding simultaneously this whole time, it’s alright… still alive I guess.”

You let out a slight sigh feeling Rocket‘s touch on your belly, half-chuckle at your half-joking reply despite struggling to merely keep your eyes open.

Rocket chuckles a bit at your snarky remarks, but then his face turns serious again as he continues observing your condition. Not saying anything, he grabs you by your waist and supports you to walk to a nearby sofa and gently helps you lie down. That’s an order, he said, just for you to chuckle weakly. Not that you’re gonna complain about any of it tho.

“Hmm, okay... this certainly doesn't sound good... d’you have a history of stomach problems? Anything that I’m unaware of?”

He shifts his body to the side, feeling for your liver with his left paw, and keeps applying slight pressure to your abdomen with his right.

You breathe weakly, as you continue to shiver feeling the endless twisting of your organs, but you seem to look a bit better now that Rocket is rubbing gentle circles on your stomach. Your breathing is slowly stabilising compared to a few moments before.

“Yeah I guess… since I was small, I’d often experienced stomachaches whenever I was nervous… or stressed. But this is not supposed to happen when I’m now an adult. I mean, I haven’t been that nervous for quite a long time. Not even when fighting monstrous aliens alongside you guys, y’know.”

“With us, you mean.”

You chuckle softly and weakly as he said that sternly.

The sudden flush of torturing pain causes your brows to furrow tightly again, sweats forming in the creeks of your frown, your eyes on the verge of tears.

“But my stomach has always been weak, to be honest… there’s no Terran food out here, y’know.”

You tell him the honest truth but still insist on playing around a bit in spite of how much your body aches, hoping to ease the atmosphere and not to worry the raccoon too much, given your current state.

It pains him even more to see you like this — always saying you’re okay, joking around to lift your crew up, pretending to be fine.

Rocket’s facial expression softens as he nods in acknowledgement, still monitoring your condition and applying slight pressure on you hoping to make you feel better, his fingers lingers through your soft skin and tracing gentle circles, careful not to hurt you even more.

“Huh... doll, don’t die on me just yet tho, this could be anything from an infection to an organ rupture, but it’d better just be one of your nervous stomachaches. Well, maybe when you see me.”

He smirks and turns to grin at you playfully, all the while continuing to feel for your spleen, and then shifts up to your chest to feel your lungs and heart.

His gaze remains locked on you, watching for any changes in your breathing patterns or expressions.

“Let's just hope it's nothing too serious. Hey, any drinking these days? And how have your bowel movements been lately? When’s your last ‘code red’?”

You blush slightly when his left paw reaches you chest to feel your heartbeat, his claw in your cleavage. You can’t help but smile softly at how serious he looks and sounds when checking up on you.

“Hey Rocky…I didn’t know you’re also a medical doctor apart from being an awesome mechanic and the best pilot in the entire galaxy.”

You grin playfully, looking at his beautiful bright brown ambers. As if they make you forget the pain - for just one second, you thought you’re gonna lost in his hazel eyes which has seen a lot in the universe, maybe more pain that you do, than you’ll ever do, maybe more than you can ever fathom.

For a second, the physical pain you’re experiencing becomes nothing more than noticeable, as your heart aches so much it drops just from the mere thought of what he has endured.

Rocket chuckles softly and lightly taps your forehead with his free paw, just to make sure your mind isn't wandering off too far from the situation.

“‘kay doll, let's not get carried away. I'm not anywhere close to a medical doctor, I'm just here to make sure you don't keel over in the next few minutes. Now stay still and answer my question, will ya? That’s another order.”

“Yes, capt’in.”

You giggle softly, can’t help but smile at him and reassure him there’s (prolly) nothing wrong with your cycles nor daily intakes. Since when did your period elevates to code red btw? Or is it just the colour..?

You don’t even have the energy to wander around anymore in your mind and decide to close your eyes again. Despite the constant distractions…of… his paws.

He continues to feel your chest and your abdomen, occasionally glancing down at your bare stomach to see if the pressure is bothering you or not. You notice how his ears perk up at any noise from your stomach and his whiskers twitches when he’s sensing any discomfort from you. You can’t help but indulge in the feeling of his touches, the smooth motions of his paws, keep thinking how cute he is and admiring how attractive he looks when he’s working on something seriously. Especially when that something is now you.

As the burning of your stomach brings you back to the reality, you chuckle softly at his snarky response, one thing again that you secretly love him for.

“Well… and here I’m just buttering you up to be my teddy bear for the day.”

You smile weakly and sweetly despite your very pale lips.

“And I also love the feeling of your soft paw on my chest.”

You giggle softly, and flash him a wan smile before another flush of pain comes in.

Rocket smirks and chuckles at your flirty comment, but only briefly before continuing his examination.

“Yeah, okay, that was cute and all, but you're the one with an excruciating stomachache, so let's stick to the task at hand, shall we?”

He presses down slightly harder on your abdomen and then listens to your gut for any signs of trouble.

“I just wish I had a stethoscope handy right now...”

He sighs and then leans down to place his ear over your abdomen, listening for any noises that might indicate something suspicious.

You smile at his seriousness and chuckles softly when the soft fur of his and his whiskers touch your now exposed skin, tickling you a bit but also soothing your pain. Maybe it’s just a diversion, or maybe it’s just you craving the feeling of hugging a teddy, or maybe you just wanna hug him… so much.

“It’s alright, Rocket… You’ve helped me a lot already.”

You just can’t resist the urge, as you slowly reach your hand to scratch his head and the spots behind his ears, smiling lovingly at him.

“And y’know, I think… this could help.” You gesture the current action of his by your chin, clearly indicating that you’re feeling better when Rocket is lying on your tummy.

It takes all of Rocket's willpower to stop himself from giving into the urge of just burying his face in your soft, warm chest, instead he remains sitting upright while listening to your gut. After a few seconds, he raises his head and looks at you.

“Yeah, I think it definitely helps. Your stomach's not roaring as loud as before, so that's a good thing. And that slight pressure seems to make you feel better as well.”

He looks down at you, the hint of a grin on his face, still holding back the desire to just bury his face in your neck. He’s got some more serious observations to do, as he pulls away and sits up.

You fake a playful frown.

“Hey, and there I was buttering you up to be my cuddly teddy bear for my not-feeling-so-well day! Ouch-!”

You chuckle softly at your own half-joking reply. But you do mean what you said.

“More like nearly-dying-from-no-missions day to be frank, dollface.”

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle and shakes his head.

“Come on, do you expect me to actually jump on your chest and snuggle up with you?”

He glances down at your stomach again, pressing down slightly. He should be focusing on this right now. Yes, this, not that.

“Still feel okay? You still in pain?”

His voice is a bit softer and quieter now, and you know he is still concerned about your wellness.

“Hmmmm… yes, if you’re not lying on top of me and if you still don’t snuggle with me and be my fluffy cuddly teddy bear/ heat pad for the day right here right now, then yes, very painful.”

You fake a playful pout, and chuckle softly at your own “childish” response, more like at the audacity of yourself to say it out loud to Rocket knowing that he’d not snap you back as harsh when you’re in this state, before smiling and opening your arms for him.

Rocket chuckles, but then rolls his eyes and groans as you gesture for him to come over and cuddle and heat you up.

“Seriously?”

He fakes another eye roll, and sees your almost teary puppy eyes — both from the real pain and from your mischievous idea of planning to cuddle with him.

“Okay fine, alright, if it'll make you feel better...”

He grumbles for a moment before sighing softly. Then he moves to the side, scooting a little closer to you, and then carefully lays on top of you, making sure not to move around too much in case he hurts your stomach.

“Happy now, princess?”

“Very, capt’in!”

You giggle when your wish is granted and then happily wrap both of your arms around the raccoon, feeling his rough but fluffy fur and his warm body.

“Thanks… Rocket.”

You gently pat his back with one of your hands and scratch the back of his head with another, smiling lovingly at his ears tickling the crook of your neck as his head is buried in your soft chest.

Rocket looks up at you for a sec before turning away. Your expression shows that you’re still bothered by the pain, but your face now has a shade of pink to it. Rocket wonders if it’s due to his body heat warming you up or any other reasons.

“You surely are a manipulative one when you’re not feeling well, aren’t ya?”

Sighs Rocket, as he chuckles and replies with a sly remark, regardless, he is smiling softly lying on your chest. His eyes looking at somewhere far away, as if he’s cherishing the moment and pondering… something else.

You giggle softly.

“It’s good to have someone to take care of me for once, y’know. I’m usually the one doing the caretaking… not that I don’t enjoy it tho. It’s just,, it’s a nice change of pace.”

You smile warmly while rubbing gentle circles on his back, and cuddling him a bit more, feeling his heartbeat and his fur coating your bare stomach.

Rocket chuckles softly and scoots in a bit closer, pressing his head against your neck, and allowing himself to relax on top of you.

“Yeah, no kiddin’. You're like the unofficial mom of the group, y’know.”

He seems to enjoy the moment, laying peacefully on your chest, feeling your soft arms wrap around him and your fingers playing with his fur. He smiles contentedly, letting out a deep and calming exhale of breath that he hasn’t had in more than a while.

“Y’know, doll... there's not many people I'd feel comfortable relaxing like this with.”

“Well, that’s my pleasure.”

You let out a giggle and smile lovingly at him, as you keep gently scratching his ears and massaging his neck, but careful enough not to hurt him by gently rubbing the knots around the implants and metals on his body. His muscles feel tight and tense. He surely needs a proper massage some day, you thought and note that to yourself.

“It’s really good to have you around, Rocket… really.”

Rocket shifts slightly to better allow you to reach his ears and massage his neck, not wishing to risk messing up the comfort at the moment.

He closes his eyes and presses his head further into your chest, sighing contentedly.

“...Y’know, for someone who's got a stomachache and is in torturing pain, you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit.”

You giggle softly, your hands keep patting him gently in a relaxing pace, resembling that of your own heartbeat. With him in your arms, your body is no longer quivering, you’re breathing now at a much calmer rate. You smile contentedly with your now less pale lips upon hearing him.

“Well,, for someone so rough and tough and fierce and snarky outside you surely are a lil’ soft ball for me.”

You let him bury his face into your crook, and giggle playfully but sweetly to him.

Rocket chuckles at your remark, but his gaze softens a little as you continue to pat him, still allowing him to lie on top of you as your soft body and your arms wrap around him, his body heat warming you up.

“I'd say it goes both ways.”

For once in who knows how long, he feels his tensed up body relax completely. Turning his head slightly to the side to give you access to his cheek and neck, his eyelids drift shut as you keep patting him gently, allowing himself to relax even further. You notice how the tension of his body loosen up and how his breathing has slowed down.

“I say… you should fall asleep on me like this today. You’re my personal teddy bear for the day, remember?”

He snickers at your comment playfully but then closes his eyes again, feeling safe and comfortable in the warmth and softness of your body and arms. After a moment of silence, he whispers into your chest, his voice sounding tired and relaxed.

“Yeah yeah, yeah, you win, doll. Anything for my girl.”

He lets out a slight sigh as things have eventually gone along your plan. Not that he’d complain though.

Feeling his warmth, you wonder if he’s a literal ray of sunshine. It’s as if all the pain has been drifted away by the river of warmth he radiates. To you, now, and you only.

“...I'm not gonna lie, I'm enjoying this...”

He closes his eyes and savours the moment, taking in the feeling of your gentle touch and your sweet, calming voice.

“…a lot.”

He whispered in an almost inaudible voice as he turns to you after a while, but notices how your eyes are now closed, your facial expression relaxed, your breathing has already slowed and he feels your tummy rising slightly up and down in a steady and relaxing pattern. Your lips now a lot pinker, curving in a contented smile.

He smiles to himself and sighs contentedly, as he lets himself relax on you and slowly drifts off into a dream that you two share in the incredible vastness of the galaxy, into the blooming stardust of the short-lived meteor shower shined upon the darkness of space, into the inevitability of the ever-lasting infinite universe, one that you two will be exploring together in the years to come.

“Sweet dreams, doll.”

𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐍𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭.

fin.

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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honey,

there is no right way (ix)

summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, kidnapping, violence, SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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so guys, this is it. It’s the final part and I’m so emotional saying a good bye to this series. I’m so blown away by the response it has got and I hope I haven’t disappointed you with the ending. I sincerely hope y’all like this :)

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Your head felt groggy as you slowly blinked your eyes open. Your eyelids were heavy with sleep as they drooped low and you wanted to fall asleep again.

But your inner instincts were screaming at you to wake up and when you finally opened your eyes, suddenly all the things that happened rushed back to your head.

“Aww, is the sleeping beauty awake?” You flinched back when you heard a very familiar voice come from the periphery of your eyes.

You shook your head in order to clear some of the drowsiness, and with wide eyes, you looked around trying to gauge your position. You were in some dilapidated basement with your hands tied to the chair you were sitting in.

You tried wiggling your hand outside of the tight rope bonds, but failed miserably. You heard someone clicking their tongue from your side and you snapped your head that way, but regretted it the next moment when your head started spinning.

“Don’t stress yourself, sugar.” Tony mocked. You clenched your jaw and spat fire through your eyes as he used your nickname with pure hatred. “Don’t look at me like that, I know you like it. He calls you that, doesn’t he?”

“Wha…” your throat was dry and you licked your lips before speaking again. “What do you want? What is all this about?” Your dry throat hurt as you spoke with a raspy voice.

“Hmm… well, I’m not going to play any more games with you and come straight to the facts. I want you dead.” Your heart stopped for a beat when you heard Tony’s words.

“Why? Why would you do that?… Please, I haven’t done anything. You know who I am, right? Aren’t you Bucky’s friend? Where’s Bucky? Where’s Peter? Is this some kind of a prank?” You babbled.

“Of course I know who you are, that’s the reason why you’re here. And don’t worry about Peter, he’s right there.” Tony pointed towards a dark corner and you squinted to see Peter standing there.

“Peter! Peter, please save me. Why are you doing this to me! What wrong have I ever done?” You were screaming hysterically while trying to free yourself from the chair.

“You haven’t don’t anything wrong. But Bucky? Bucky has done some horrible horrible things that’s he’s going to pay for, soon.” Peter had a malicious glint to his smile as he came forward into the light.

“If you wanted me dead then why did you save me from John? You could’ve let me die back then.” You tried reasoning but looking at their evil smirks you knew you couldn’t reason with them.

“Because I wanted to bring you to Tony. If John would’ve gotten his hands on you then the things we’d planned for all these months would go waste.” Peter didn’t sound guilty at all.

“You’re insane! Something is wrong with you. This isn’t the Peter I knew. You’re a good person Peter, please help me!” You were openly crying now, unable to hold back your tears.

“That was all a facade. I thought you were smarter than to fall for my puppy eyes.” Peter mocked you. “But don’t you work for Bucky? And isn’t Tony making a new partnership with him? What is happening?”

“Story time! God, I love telling stories.” Tony rubbed his hands together excitedly and you wanted to roll your eyes at his drama.

“Stop this stupidity and tell me why you’re doing this.” You knew these two had lost their minds and there was no point being kind anymore.

Tony looked taken aback for a minute by your straightforwardness but shrugged. “Your bad. I was going to tell you a real interesting story, but now I’ll cut it down to a short little summary, and that is,

Bucky killed my father.”

You gasped at the revelation. You knew that Bucky wasn’t really a person who abided the law, yet hearing this made you feel a little uneasy. But somehow, it didn’t deter the love you had for him.

“And as a revenge you’re going to kill me? So the partnership was fake?” You asked back. And both of them shamelessly nodded. “We knew you were smart.”

“And what about you Peter?” You asked turning towards the brown eyed boy. “I was a mole in Bucky’s gang. Tony took me in when I was a kid, of course I’m going to be loyal to him.”

You nodded absentmindedly as thought of a plan of getting out of here. But what you didn’t get, was why would Bucky agree to work with Tony if he had killed his father. Bucky was nothing but a caution and cunning man.

You knew you had to quickly come up with something believable. You needed some time in your hands or at least a way of informing Bucky that you were here. God, you hoped Bucky would arrive soon.

“Thank you.” You said with a loud exhaled as you sagged comfortably back in the wooden chair. Both of their eyes rounded at your changed demeanour and they keenly looked down on you.

“What do you mean?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows. “Bucky’s made my life a living hell. I don’t want to be with him, but he… but he threatened to ruin my life so I forcibly have to stay with him. But.. but please don’t tell him I told this to you. Please.”

The lies sounded so bad to your ears that you wanted to throw up. But you knew you had to lie to at least get some more time. Tears started falling from your eyes, not because of the made up lies, but because you didn’t know if you’d get out of this alive.

“Stop lying!” Peter interjected and you looked up at him with as much hurt as you could. “You think I’m lying? Look at me! Do I look like a person who’d love a man like Bucky? Don’t you remember how I didn’t want to go on that first date with him?”

You knew you had an effect on them as they looked at each other with confusion. “He warned me not to tell anyone else or else he’ll…. God, I can’t even speak.” You said shedding crocodile tears.

“Listen, I know you’re not going to spare me. But what if you do something more to take your revenge? I know some things about him that could put him in real trouble and I could tell you that.”

Honestly, Bucky hadn’t told you any details of what he did to keep you safe from such situations. You chewed your cheek in order to not smile as you saw Tony thinking about your offer.

“What do you know?” Tony asked. You purposely wriggled in your seat before answering, “Umm.. actually it’s been a really long day,.. and Uhh, I wanted to… god, this is so awkward.”

“We don’t have much time, spit out whatever it is.” Tony was a little annoyed and you tried to look very innocent. “I have to go to the loo, please. I’ll be quick I promise.” You tried imitating your urgency.

“Are you kidding me? Tell us whatever you know about Bucky and then you can go.” You shook your head as you squirmed even more.

“Please please please please! I can’t even think, it’s so urgent! But I promise you I’ll tell you everything when I come back. I swear on my… bakery!” You remembered at the last moment.

Your bakery meant everything to you, but if swearing on it was going to save your life, you weren’t above that. But your hope fell a little when Tony scoffed, “Do you think we are idiots?”

Yes. You wanted to reply but you kept your mouth shut. Gladly, Peter spoke by your side this time, “She wouldn’t lie about that. I guess it’s really urgent.”

Thank god. You gave Peter a wide smile, “Thank you Peter! You know how much my bakery means to me, I wouldn’t even think of lying now that I swore on it.” You tried your best to sound convincing.

“Fine. I can’t believe I’m allowing this.” Tony muttered to himself as he loosened your bonds on your hand while Peter started working on the other.

You wanted to sucker punch them in their guts but you knew they’d easily overpower you. You patiently waited as Peter took your hand and led your upstairs.

“Oh wait, this is Tony’s house!” You exclaimed as Peter got you out of the basement while Tony waited for your return. You took in the pristine white walls and recognised the place easily.

“Yes it is. And don’t even think of acting up or you’ll face worse consequences.” He said as he dragged you into a room. “I wouldn’t even think of it. Promise.” You swore as you entered the bathroom and shut the door.

You just needed to pass some time and hope that Bucky found you soon. You wondered if Tony carried out all his dark operations inside these clear white walls because no other place would offer so much privacy.

You were unconsciously shaking your legs as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. You chewed your lips as you prayed that with some miracle, Bucky would find you here.

And your prayers were answered as at the next second, you heard a loud call of your name. Of course you recognised the voice; you would realise the owner of the voice even if he called you from the deepest pits of the earth.

Bucky had come to save you.

Without thinking twice, you threw open the door. “Bucky!” You screamed his name as loud as you could. But before you could run further, Peter snatched you back and held you.

It didn’t take much time for Bucky to find you. You hadn’t ever felt more relieved at seeing Bucky’s gorgeous face than you did at the moment.

Your mouth was covered with Peter’s hand and yet your lips stretched into a smile. You could see the instant relief seeping into Bucky’s face when he saw you were mostly unharmed.

“Peter, let her go.” Bucky’s voice was calm, and that was the most chilling quality about it. His eyes were blazing with fury and you hadn’t ever seen him this angry.

“No.” Peter replied back as he held you tighter. You could feel Peter shake with worry, yet the poor boy was keeping up his front in front of the angry boss.

“I said Let. Her. Go. And you know I don’t repeat myself.” His delivery of words was terrifying. But Peter still didn’t listen.

“Listen to him, Peter!” Your eyes turned around to see Tony who was being held at a gun point by Steve. Finally listening to his mentor, Peter let you out of his hold.

The moment you were free, you ran straight into Bucky’s arms and hugged him tighter than you ever had. Your nerves soothed as you breathed in his signature scent.

Bucky’s arms around you made you feel safe. It felt as nothing bad in this world would ever touch you if he was by your side.

“How did you find me?” You asked the first question that came to your mind. He gave you a smile as his eyes trailed down to your necklace.

“I might have placed a tracker in this.” He said fidgeting with his initial around your neck. You narrowed your eyes at Bucky before jumping up to pull him into a scorching kiss.

You didn’t care that people were openly staring at you two. You just cared that you were safe and your Bucky had saved you.

Once you had kissed to your hearts content, Bucky let you down yet didn’t let you go far as he kept a hand on your waist while he turned to look at Tony.

“Care to explain.” You didn’t know how Bucky did it, but from just his voice, one could know how angry he was. Tony just scoffed at Bucky’s question. “Don’t act as if you don’t know.”

Bucky lurched forward but you held him back by sinking your fingers into the plush material of his suit. Now that you looked at him closely, his hair was disheveled as if he had been pulling on it.

Your heart ached as you thought of what Bucky might have gone through when he realised you were missing. If there was one thing you could be sure about Bucky, it was that he loved you more than anything.

Bucky clenched his jaw but stayed by your side. “You better speak up Tony or we both know I have many ways to make you speak.”

You looked around to see Bucky’s men had fairly overpowered Tony’s gang. You gulped as you realised that you were literally the reason behind all of this happening, and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

“Did you forget that you killed my father?” Tony asked. Out of all the reactions you had expected out of Bucky, laughter wasn’t one of it.

“Ohh now I get it. But I’m not the one with memory loss, you are. Because did you forget that you were the one who hired me in the first place?” Bucky mocked and nearly everyone in the room let out a loud gasp.

“That’s… that’s not true.” Tony tried hiding his face. “Oh really? Because I can clearly remember you asking me for a favour. Back then I was a nobody, just a young guy with big dreams. But you, you just wanted to get rid of your father.”

“Shut up!” Tony shouted. “No! We made a pact to keep out mouths sealed but you are the one who broke it Tony. And I just want to know why.”

“Because I was tired of you! The news that you killed Howard spread like wildfire and everyone feared you and respected you, but not me! When I was the one who planned everything!”

You were all staring with wide eyes as the drama went down. “I should’ve been the one getting all the respect, but no. Instead people taunted me for not even ever retaliating against you for revenge. I started losing my credibility in the market because of you!”

“I wanted to hurt you the way you had hurt me. So I waited, I waited all these years for the right moment to strike. And when you sent Peter to guard her, I knew exactly how I’d take my revenge.”

“So you agree you murdered your own father and kidnapped her.” Bucky asked as if asking for a testimony. “Yes. I did all of it.” Tony confessed.

“Mr. Stark, you’re under arrest.” You gawked when you saw Peter Quill, the captain of your police Precinct come forward. You knew Bucky had contacts in the police because no one touched him, but you weren’t expecting whatever this was.

“What the fuck is this?” Tony asked exasperatedly. “Well, Tony. I thought of many options and then I realised that the best way to deal with you would be to taint the impression you have on people. I mean people are gonna be sad when they realise their dear old Tony stark, who funds galas and charities, is actually a very corrupt man.”

“You’re an idiot. Do you even know how many friends I have higher up? You’re so foolish for making me face the law. Because I’m going to come clean and then no one’s gonna help you from my wrath.”

Bucky just scoffed at Tony. “Not anymore. All your so called friends have agreed to take my side. So you’ll be tried and tested and proven guilty and will serve the sentence.”

“You ungrateful son of a bitch! You would be nothing without me Bucky!” Tony threw a fit as Quill placed handcuffs around his hand.

Quill turned to you and gave you a wink, you giggled at Bucky stiffened up at the gesture. “I know you might not believe me. But I’m a good captain.” Quill jested.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. But turns out you’ve already said enough cuz we not only have your confession but evidence too.” Quill was making fun of the situation and Tony wasn’t having any.

Once Tony was taken away, Bucky turned back to you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before taking your hand and leaving.

“You’re so smart Bucky. Wow! That was unexpected. I mean I really thought you were going to hurt him.” You were in an awe of Bucky’s mind.

“It’s not me, it’s you. Remember how you scared walker the first time? Yeah, I kinda stole the idea of recording his confession.” Bucky said as you two sat in his car.

The drive was pleasant as you enjoyed the cool air of the night. You had a terrible experience, but you didn’t want to focus on that as it would only bring you pain.

Instead you decided to look onto the brighter side and the bright side in your life, was your Bucky.

“What do you want to have for dinner?” Bucky asked excitedly when you entered his house. “It’s past one o’clock Bucky. I’m pretty sure the shops are closed.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure you must be hungry. Or wait, do you want to take a bath first? Or do you want to take a nap? Are you hurt somewhere? Do you need something? Anything? I’ll get it to you.”

“Bucky! Stop, I’m fine. Okay. I’m really really fine.” You held him by his shoulder to stop him for worrying so much over you. “No. It’s all my fault and I have to make it up to you. Now tell me what you want!”

Bucky was nothing if adamant, but so were you.

“I want you Bucky. That’s all I ask for.” Bucky stopped babbling for a minute as he looked at you. His eyes had tears and you pulled his face down to kiss his cheeks and eyelids.

The best part about your relationship was how real you two were with each other. Bucky might put on a great poker face while in public, but with you, he always showed you how he felt.

“You still love me?” His voice was small as he asked you. As if he was afraid of your answer. “I’ll always love you Bucky. No matter what.”

“Thank you for loving me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.” He mumbled near your lips. “Oh, you’ve done plenty to deserve me Bucky.”

You kept kissing his face and repeating a chant of ‘I love you’ until he finally cracked a smile. “I’m the one who should be taking care of you. But look at us.”

“Why don’t we both take care of each other?” You mused and Bucky nodded. “Yeah. That’s a much better plan. But I have to ask you something, I mean I was going to do it later. But after what happened today, I can’t wait anymore.”

You knitted as eyebrows as you got confused. What did Bucky want to ask you? “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.” Bucky said as he darted upstairs.

Patience in such conditions wasn’t really your quality. So you followed him, though definitely not as fast as him. He entered your bedroom and began searching for something in his bedside drawer.

When he turned around with a little box in his hand, you gasped. “Bucky…” he gave you a charming smile as he got down on his knees in your bedroom. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring with a shiny circular diamond encased within it.

“Would you do me the honour of being mine for the rest of our lives?” You giggled despite the tears in your eyes as he reminded you of the first time he’d walked into your bakery. Much like then, you gave him the same answer without thinking twice,

“YES!”

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labor and delivery

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | pregnancy series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: pregnancy, labor/birth, 5.2k words

a/n: congratulations, you’re a mother <3

diluc

Instead of feeling anxious about your due date being days away, you felt at peace. And it felt like the world was at peace, too. The sun illuminated your kitchen, warm beams of light caressing your body. You could hear birds chirping outside and the stray cat you fed was sitting on a barrel next to the window.

You contemplated going outside to bask in the breeze but opted to stay inside. Despite your pleasant mood, you couldn’t help but feel like something was going to happen today. Your mind pondered the possibilities, skipping over the most obvious one.

Diluc was still asleep when you climbed out of bed. Some of the Knights kept him at the tavern extra late so you decided to let him rest.

You stood in front of the counter of your kitchen and reached up to pull a mug off a shelf. You had been drinking tea for the majority of your pregnancy and you couldn’t wait until you could finally have a mug of coffee again. You hummed to yourself as you filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove.

A sudden, abrupt feeling hit your body like a ton of bricks. The feeling made your body jerk and a gasp left your lips, your hand instinctively covering your baby bump. Your other hand swept across the counter and knocked the ceramic mug onto the ground, leaving the porcelain to break into a million pieces.

Your midwife had described that leading up to the birth of the twins, you might feel braxton hicks. But something inside of you was telling you that this wasn’t just braxton hicks.

And your fears were correct when you felt something warm and wet running down your legs.

You screamed for your husband, panic rising up your throat. The comforting morning you had was thrown out the window as another contraction hit your body. “This can’t be happening,” You said to yourself. You were afraid to move, afraid to do anything, so all you could is yell for Diluc and pray that he heard you.

When Diluc finally heard you calling his name, he shot out of bed. He didn’t even bother to put proper clothes or shoes on, running down the stairs in his pajama set.

“Hey, hey,” Diluc said, shock and confusion written all over his face. “What’s going on?”

“The babies,” You breathed out, “I think they’re coming.”

You watched as the color drained from Diluc’s face. You weren’t supposed to have the twins for another few days. Nothing was set up and Diluc had even given his staff the weekend off. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What should we do? What should I do?”

Another contraction hit before you could answer, sending Diluc into another fit of hysteria. “You need to go into town and get my midwife,” You shakily said, “Like, now.”

“And leave you alone? Oh god, what if you give birth right here?”

You stepped closer to Diluc and pulled on his arms, guiding his hands to your baby bump. “I need you to focus. We can’t have both of us freaking out, okay?” Your husband nodded. “Everything is going to be fine but you need to get my midwife.”

Diluc nodded his head again, more firmly this time. His shaky hands led you to the couch where he knew you would be safe. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and bolted out the door, leaving you alone.

At the sound of the front door closing, you couldn’t stop the tears welling in your eyes. You knew Diluc would be back with your midwife and everything would be fine, like you said moments before, but you couldn’t stop the sheer terror that was creeping through your bones. Were you ready to be a mother? Could you give your babies the life they deserve? Too many questions flooded your mind and for the first time in months, you cried.

They return home within an hour and by then your tears have dried up. You were trying to focus on your breathing instead.

Diluc rushed to you, grateful that you were where he left you. “Is everything okay?” He asked quietly upon seeing your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

You forced a smile onto your lips and nodded, “Everything’s okay.”

“Where are we having this baby?” Your midwife said, interrupting the moment between you and Diluc. He stood up straight and motioned to the stairs.

“The bedroom,” He told her. Your midwife headed upstairs, pulling a rolling chest behind her, and Diluc helped you stand up. His fingers squeezed your hips, “Ready to have a baby?”

You threw your head over your shoulder, “Two babies, ‘Luc.”

For a moment, Diluc’s calm demeanor vanished and you swore you could see a spark of panic in his eyes. But your husband instead just smiled sweetly and helped you walk up the stairs.

Labor was not what you expected. You assumed that when your water broke, you would have your babies moments after but as you laid in the middle of your bed, you realized that wasn’t the case here. Contractions still hit your body every now and then but you were able to rest and even distract yourself from them.

“I’m bored,” You complained to Diluc, nuzzling closer to his warm body beside you.

“Do you want to play a card game?” Diluc asked. When you looked up to give him a deadpanned look, he put his hands up in defense. “What about a book?”

“Are you trying to make me even more bored?”

You wished you were able to leave the bed but as instructed by your midwife, you were on bed rest until the twins were born. Your midwife entered the bedroom again to check you and only gave you a sympathetic smile, “Four centimeters. We’ve got to get you up to ten.”

You groaned and threw your head back onto the pillow.

Your midwife left the room again and you sat up (as much as you could). You turned your body awkwardly so you could face Diluc, “Who do you think is going to come first?”

Diluc thought for a moment, “I think Clara will.”

You nodded in agreement, “One of the twins is super active and the other isn’t. I bet it’s Clara. She’s going to be fiery just like you.”

Around midnight your midwife checked you once more. Finally, you were almost ten centimeters dilated. Diluc moved off the bed and pulled up a chair next to it, instantly taking your hand in his. There was another twenty minutes before you felt a contraction that wracked your body. Your hand squeezed Diluc’s so hard he let out a yelp.

Your midwife sprung into action. She was at the foot of the bed in seconds, ready to guide you through the process. “Legs up, good, now just focus on me, okay? When you feel this next contraction, you’re going to push.”

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling and Diluc rubbed your thumb with his. And just like your midwife said, when the next contraction hit your body, you pushed.

The pain that ripped through your body was unlike anything you had felt before. It clouded your vision and you thought you couldn’t breathe. “You’re doing great,” Your midwife assured you, “Once the head is out, the baby will slide out like butter.”

Out of curiosity, Diluc poked his head around the corner of the bed.

And what a horrible decision that was.

“Oh my god,” Diluc mumbled, his face turning pale again. The grip around your hand became loose until his hand fully let go of yours. You heard a thump on the wooden floors and your mouth dropped.

Your midwife stared at your unconscious husband for a moment. “He can wait,” She decided, turning back to you. Your eyes squeezed shut in pain and you gripped the bedsheet beside you. “I see a head,” She smiled. “Ready again?”

You nodded your head before taking in a deep breath and pushing again. But there was no going back now and within moments of that push, you heard the little cries of a newborn baby. You wanted to stop and admire your baby but a gasp made you remember you weren’t done.

“What’s going on?” Diluc said groggily, finally standing off the floor. He was rubbing his head and froze when he saw the mess on the bed.

“Don’t pass out again,” Your midwife said sternly, “You have a daughter to clean up.”

Daughter. Clara was born first like you and Diluc said. Your vision was blurry from tears, the sight of Diluc and Clara distorted.

“Almost there,” Your midwife told you. After a few more minutes of strenuous pushing, relief flooded the lower half of your body. “And there he is.”

You tried to sit up but you were too weak. Two sets of cries could be heard and right now, that was music to your ears. Your son was placed on your chest and soon followed by your daughter. Your arms folded around them. Your midwife smiled as she cleaned up as much as she could before leaving the room to give you and Diluc some privacy.

“You did it,” Diluc said. He was in awe and couldn’t believe this was real life. The babies had tufts of red hair like himself but their nose was yours. Diluc wished he could photograph the sight in front of him. This was the start of your family.

kaeya

When Kaeya woke up in the early hours of the morning, he didn’t understand why at first. The night was peaceful and the bed was more than comfortable. His eyes ghosted to the side to see you still fast asleep. The blanket was pulled up beneath your chin and silent breaths left your mouth. It was only when Kaeya shifted did he realize why he woke up.

The sheets were soaking wet, especially from your side of the bed.

Kaeya’s hands gently shook you awake and you groaned, slowly opening your eyes. “Love, I think you had an accident.”

It took you a moment to register Kaeya’s face in the dark. “What are you talking about?” You asked before feeling the wet sheets yourself. An embarrassed fluster crept onto your cheeks but before you could say anything, a pain crashed down on your body.

“What’s going on?” Kaeya asked, immediately alert to your sudden movement.

“I think my water broke,” You said quietly, rubbing your stomach to try and soothe the ache that was growing. “Kaeya, it’s starting to hurt.”

“What is?” He was on his feet now, running to the other side of the bed to help you sit up. “Is it the baby?”

“I don’t know,” You answered, “I think so. It hurts here.” You motioned to the area underneath your baby bump and frowned. Kaeya helped you get out of bed and change clothes.

“Can you walk?” You nodded. There were spouts of pain with periods of calmness and you were ready to take advantage of those. You and Kaeya weren’t sure what to do. Fortunately, you had set up the guest bedroom a week ago. Unfortunately, your midwife was out of town this week.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen until next week,” You said, your voice shaking, “I don’t want to have the baby yet.”

Kaeya chuckled, “That’s not an option.”

Still dazed from your sleep, Kaeya led you to the guest bedroom and you sat on the edge of the bed. Your husband stripped the sheets off the other bed while you rested. Slowly, the fact you were going to have a baby that day was creeping into your mind. You were ready, you knew you were, but the thought was still scary. And your midwife wasn’t around.

Kaeya came back to the bedroom and rubbed your back comfortingly. You were still sitting on the edge of the bed, stiff as a board, eyes squeezing shut and your body tensing when a contraction hit.

“Can you do it yourself?”

His words made you look up in shock. Your husband couldn’t be suggesting you give birth without a guide, right? But when Kaeya looked back at you with a serious look, you felt your stomach drop.

“Look,” Kaeya took your hand in his, “Your midwife is out of town this week and I don’t know anyone else in Mondstadt who knows how to deliver a baby. You read books on childbirth, you’ll know what to do.”

You sucked in a deep breath. He was right - you did read a lot about labor and delivery. It would be hard without anyone there to help you but if your baby was coming, your baby was coming. Kaeya continued to rub your back as you contemplated your decision.

“I’ll do it,” You said, “But I need Jean.”

“What?”

“She’s my best friend. If I can’t have my midwife, then I want Jean.”

Kaeya knew it was useless to argue with you and the quicker he got Jean, the quicker you could get on with the process of labor.

“Alright, alright,” He said, defeated, “But don’t move.”

You promised him and Kaeya left to retrieve Jean. Alone in the house, you wandered the halls. Surprisingly, stretching your legs helped the pain slightly. You stopped outside of the door to your daughter’s nursery. There was a ‘C’ on the door and when you pushed the door open, you were met with a pastel pink wonderland.

There were photos of The Knights of Favonius on the walls and gifts from them littered the room. There was a stuffed rabbit from Amber and handmade clothes from Lisa. Even Diluc had gifted your baby a set of wooden blocks.

Your hand rubbed your baby bump gently, “Soon,” You said aloud. “Soon we’ll meet each other.”

The door to your house opened quickly and inside rushed Jean and Kaeya. Your husband frowned at the sight of you in the nursery and put his hands on his hips, “You promised me you wouldn’t leave the guest room.”

You only shrugged your shoulders and smiled.

Jean looked disheveled. She was wearing her pajamas and her hair was down from her usual ponytail. But she wore a look of determination on her face and you knew you needed her by your side throughout everything.

Once you were back in bed, your labor progressed quickly. The time between your contractions was becoming shorter and shorter and it was hard to catch your breath. Sharp pains were rocketing down your spine and bubbling in your abdomen and you didn’t know how you were going to survive this.

“Just breathe,” Jean said. She didn’t know anything about childbirth but when Kaeya came banging on her door in a panic, she knew you needed her.

Since you were in charge of your own delivery, you had to check yourself often. It was becoming increasingly harder to do but you knew it was important. “I'm seven centimeters,” You told your company. When they looked at you with a blank expression, you said, “It’s going to happen soon.”

Kaeya whispered affirmations in your ear, trying to distract you from the pain as you waited around. Jean brought you a cold washcloth and placed it on your forehead. You sighed in relief and leaned back against the mountain of pillows. While Jean looked at the various things scattered around the room, Kaeya leaned closer to your face.

“You’re a warrior,” He told you, his forehead almost touching yours. “We’re almost there. Just think about holding little Calla.”

You groaned as another contraction hit your body. “It just hurts so much.”

“I know, I know,” Kaeya pressed a kiss to your nose. You closed your eyes and tried to think about something relaxing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, not with contractions wracking your body every few minutes at least.

For a while, you stayed like that. Jean and Kaeya talked quietly about work in the background, pausing to look at you when a contraction hit, and birds were beginning to chirp from outside. You imagined holding baby Calla in your arms with Kaeya beside you. He would be mesmerized by your daughter and you would be so, so in love. And maybe there would be more children down the road. A nice, big family with Kaeya sounded beautiful.

You were ripped from your daydream when a horrible contraction hit your body. It was unlike the others and your legs went numb. Kaeya was by your side in an instant, noticing the change in your reaction.

A sudden urge to push overwhelmed your body. “I can’t do it,” You cried out, your hands trying to find something to grasp onto. Tears were streaming down your face and Kaeya’s heart sank. He hated seeing you like this, especially since the cause of your sadness was from your own fears.

But instead of Kaeya speaking up, Jean rested her hands gently on yours. “Look at me,” She said softly. You sniffled and turned to face your friend, “You can do this. You’re ready and you’re strong. The pain is temporary but you’ll have your baby forever.”

You nodded your head furiously and tried to zone into yourself. You repeated what your childbirth books said, waiting to push until you felt a contraction. Jean rushed around the room and Kaeya held your hand despite you crushing it.

“Is that her head?” Kaeya asked quickly, peering over your legs. He grinned and turned back to you, “Almost there! You got this!”

You had to take a pause to take a deep breath. You felt like there was water in your lungs and you wondered how a human body could endure this much pain. When the next contraction hit, you pushed as hard as you could and squeezed down onto Kaeya’s hand.

A rush of relief washed over your body like a tsunami. You were quick to reach down and pick up your baby, mouth agape that you did that all by yourself. The room was filled with silence until it wasn’t, a tiny cry breaking the air.

Jean handed you a fluffy towel and you quickly wrapped Calla in it, wiping her eyes and nose. “Congratulations,” She said softly, “She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” The words tumbled from your mouth in a whisper.

Kaeya kissed your forehead, “I’m so proud of you.”

childe

“She’s nesting,” Zhongli said matter-of-factly, “Like an animal.”

Truthfully, you were nesting. You wouldn’t call it nesting, of course, but the way you were arranging your birthing room was eerily similar. Your baby was due any day now and you were getting anxious about things being perfect. Your midwife had already come by to set up her things and now it was time to set up your things.

A photo of you and Childe sat on the end table, next to a copy of your latest ultrasound. Three of Childe’s sweaters were thrown over the back of the bed and when Childe asked why you needed three, you couldn’t give him a final answer.

After putting a candle down on the adjacent end table, you proudly rejoined the men in the living room.

“How’s the nest coming, Birdie?” Childe grinned, moving over so you could sit beside him.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, “It’s coming along great, thank you very much.”

Childe laughed and wrapped his arm around you. You were content, feeling calm and secure in the moment. You were ready to have your baby and you refused to let it consume you. You were lost in your thoughts when Childe shook you back to reality.

“Are you peeing on me?” He asked, a confused look on his face.

“What?” You exclaimed, looking down. Your pants were soaked from something, darkening them as well as the couch. You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and your hand raced out to hold your baby bump, “Whoa, he just kicked me hard.”

Childe raised an eyebrow at your weird behavior. “Are you okay?”

You nodded and stood up, looking at the mess you made. “Sorry, I’ll get a towel,” You said. Zhongli paid no mind, trying to understand that you were a heavily pregnant woman, while Childe continued to tease you from down the hall.

You reached for the towel in the bathroom and were met with another pain. You rubbed your belly, “It’s okay, Nikolai.”

Heading back to the living room, you wore a frown on your face. “Is everything okay?” Childe asked, taking the towel from you. His jokes had died off and him and Zhongli were looking at you with concern.

“Um, I don’t think I peed myself,” You said quietly, “I don’t feel good.”

Childe jumped to his feet, “What’s wrong?” His hand came up to caress your cheek as he watched you, trying to see if something was physically wrong. “Are you hurting?”

You managed a nod before another contraction hit your body. You gasped and held onto the bed of the couch for support. “That really hurt.”

Thankfully Zhongli was a man with common sense. “Are you going into labor?” He asked, reaching out to hold onto your arms. “Where does it hurt?”

“Here,” You said, pointing to your stomach.

Zhongli nodded firmly, “I see. Are you expecting a midwife?”

“We are,” Childe answered, running a hand through his hair. “Zhongli, can you stay here while I run and grab her?”

“Certainly.”

Childe turned to look at you and cupped your face again, “Don’t stress, okay? Zhongli is going to be right here if anything happens. I’ll be back in no time.” Your boyfriend ran out the front door and you collapsed down onto the couch, breathing hard.

“Can I get you anything?” Zhongli asked, unsure of what to do. “Water?”

“I’m good,” You said, clenching your teeth. “Can you help me get to the bedroom?”

Zhongli nodded and you held onto his arm. You were trying to regulate your breathing but it was coming out in rough, short breaths instead. You stopped in your tracks when the pain came back, flowering itself inside of you. You groaned and leaned forward, Zhongli needed to wrap his arm around you to steady you.

He helped you in the bed and you instantly grabbed one of Childe’s sweatshirts off the bed. You hugged the fabric tightly and inhaled the comforting scent of your boyfriend. Zhongli paced the room, getting more concerned when your pain was only increasing.

But, thankfully, Childe and your midwife returned home quickly. Zhongli wished you the best and took his leave. You were still holding onto Childe’s sweatshirt.

Your midwife checked you and you were only three centimeters dilated. “I think this is going to be a slow process,” She said sympathetically, “Is there anything you want to do in the meantime?”

“Can I take a bath?” You asked, your ears perking up.

She nodded, “Just call for me if needed.”

Childe helped you out of the bed and kissed the top of your head before helping you to the bathroom. He filled the bath and stripped your clothes, helping you into the tub. Childe sat on the toilet, an excited grin on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” You asked, a smile creeping onto your lips too.

“Just thinking about how we’ll have a baby to hold tonight,” He said. “Teucer is going to be so excited when he hears.”

You hummed in response and leaned back, submerging your body fully in the water. Surprisingly, being in the water helped with your pain. You still felt contractions but they weren’t as breathtaking in the bath. You stayed in the bath for what seemed like hours.

Suddenly, something snapped inside of you. “Oh, shit,” You cried out, hunching forward. “Get the midwife, Childe!”

Your boyfriend shot off his feet to grab your midwife while you cried out again. She hurried into the bathroom and bent down to you. “I’m going to check you.” Her face paled slightly after removing her fingers, “You need to give birth now.”

“What?” You nearly screamed, “Right now?”

“The bath must have sped up the process,” Your midwife explained. You looked at Childe and panic coursed through your eyes. You tried to sit up straight, ready to get out of the bath, but your midwife stopped you. “There’s really no time to dry off and move to the bed. You’ll have to give birth here.”

Your eyes widened, “But I’m in the bath!”

“It’s safest this way,” She said. Your midwife instructed Childe to get some things and when he came back, he sat by the edge of the tub and held your hand. “You’ll need to push the next time you feel a contraction.”

A feeling of upset was bubbling in your throat, “But...but everything is in the bedroom.” You thought about the photos and the candle and the sweatshirts and felt tears welling in your eyes. You wanted to have your baby in the bedroom, not here.

Childe kissed your fingertips, catching your attention. “I’m sorry this wasn’t your plan,” He said, “But you need to listen to your midwife. You want to meet Nikolai, right?”

You nodded, a few tears falling loose. “I do,” You said.

“Then let’s have a baby.”

Childe wrapped his hand tightly around yours and interlocked your fingers. He squeezed it comfortingly and didn’t even flinch when your contraction hit and you nearly broke his fingers. You let out a string of curses, mostly towards Childe, and pushed.

“This sucks! This really sucks!” You cried out, wondering how you were going to get through this.

“You can do it!” Childe assured you.

“Almost there,” Your midwife said, “I see the head.”

It took one more contraction for your son to be born. Immediately, he was placed on your chest and you had to shake your head to focus on reality. “Oh my god,” You muttered, turning to look at Childe. He was grinning ear to ear.

Your midwife wrapped the baby in a towel, cleaning his nose and mouth, before handing him to Childe. She helped you get out of the bath and you almost fell over, your legs feeling like jelly. She wrapped a bigger towel around you and as you gazed behind her, all you could see was the beautiful way Childe looked down at your son.

zhongli

“Watch out, pregnant woman coming through!”

Xinqiu and Xiangling held onto your arms as Chongyun cleared a path through the crowd. Like usual, the teenagers were being your honorary protectors while Zhongli was at work. They took you to the Wanmin Restaurant and Xiangling disappeared momentarily to bring out platters of food.

Your midwife told you that it was best for you to stay home, since your due date was at the end of the week, but you thought one last outing with the kids couldn’t hurt.

“You’re getting bigger each time you come around,” Chef Mao called through the opening of the storefront.

You laughed, “Well, I’m almost at term!”

Xiangling piled your plate high with food, “More for the baby.” Frankly, it was nice being pampered by the teenagers like this. They were selfless, especially towards your unborn baby, and everyday they surprised you.

You were shoving a dumpling in your mouth when an odd feeling struck your abdomen and water gushed onto your pants, the seat, and the ground. Based on your facial expression, the kids knew something was wrong.

“What’s happening?” Xinqiu asked.

“I think my water just broke,” You told him, groaning as a harsh pain swept over you.

“Oh, no.”

In that moment, you were reminded that despite their maturity, they were still children. Panic spread throughout the three of them and they began debating what to do with you.

“Let’s bring her to the infirmary!” Xiangling argued.

“Why would we do that? Let’s bring her home!” Xingqiu shot back.

You held back another groan, “Guys, don’t fight about this.”

But they didn’t seem to hear you. Chongyun’s eyes flickered back and forth before running a hand through his hair, “I think you should bring Y/N home and I’ll get Zhongli.”

“We need to go now,” You said. Xiangling and Xingqiu held onto your arms like before and immediately started towards your house. Chongyun took off in the opposite direction. “Fuck, this hurts,” You muttered, stopping to ride out a contraction. “Excuse my language.”

“It’s okay, we know you’re in pain,” Xiangling says.

Finally, the teenagers get you home and you sit down on the couch. You would wait to move to the bedroom when Zhongli came home. You breathed deeply and Xinqiu spoke up, “Look on the bright side, it’s only going to get worse from here. So this can’t be that bad, right?”

Xiangling glared daggers at him, “I thought you were smart.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter. The pain you were experiencing was worse than anything you had ever felt in your life but with the kids nearby, the pain was bearable. They would make great siblings to your daughter.

Chongyun and Zhongli burst through the front door, startling you. Your midwife was right behind them. Your head was hanging low and you were clenching your jaw each time a contraction hit. His large hands rested on your back and he rubbed your shoulders, “Thank you, kids. I’ve got it from here.”

“Good luck!” Xiangling beamed before ushering the two boys out the door with her.

Zhongli lifted you up by your shoulders and his heart nearly broke when he saw your face. Your eyes were wet and puffy and your nose was already stuffy. Any calmness you had was gone as pure panic and pain overtook your senses.

“Can you stand?” He asked, wanting to move you to the bedroom. You shook your head and Zhongli managed to pick up your body, carrying you to the bedroom. He helped you change before you climbed into the bed, feeling dazed and scared at the same time.

Your body felt weak and you hadn’t even begun giving birth. Your midwife was talking to you but you couldn’t seem to pay attention.

“I’ll need your help,” She said to Zhongli, “You’ll need to grab her leg and hold it steady.” He nodded and did as told. Your midwife grabbed your other leg and you barely looked up. You could feel the pain and you knew what was going on, but you couldn’t comprehend it. The pain was unbearable but you did what your body was telling you.

A gasp left your mouth and Zhongli said something to you. There was pressure and pain, a lot of pain, and then suddenly it was gone. The last thing you saw before your vision went black was the blurry silhouette of your baby.

When you came to, the room was quiet. Your eyes adjusted to the light and you looked around before stopping on your husband. Zhongli sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom, holding a little bundle in your arms.

“Hey,” You said, your voice hoarse and low. Zhongli looked up and immediately came over to you. Without words, your baby was placed in your arms. “She’s so tiny.”

“I was so worried,” Zhongli said, brushing your hair back to press a kiss to your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Sore and tired and achy.”

Zhongli slid into the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around your frame, leaning his chin on your shoulder. “She has your nose,” He whispered. Despite having a traumatic labor, it was all worth it.

#genshin pregnancy #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin self insert #genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin writing #might repost is now is a bad time uhhh

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May I request a john smut in which, despite being the cocky beast that he usually is, he manages to get all gentle and intense when, after years of mutual pining, he finally makes love to ada's best friend who's younger and totally inexperienced. Idk I just need this to be fucking intense, like John suffocating his desire for ages and now finally indulging in his worst temptation and showing her what lust is... please i'll burn in hellll

a/n: first of all let me say: this killed me. like, it’s literally all i can think about. god help me. but thank you so fucking much for requesting this bc i liked it sooo much that i decided to make a mini series out of it with the help of my babe @stxdyblr-2k who was sweet enough to offer to ghostwrite on the series 🥰 and to all my other angels who requested fics, don’t worry i will get them done! just wanna give you guys the best quality work i can. my 1st priority are some tommy requests i got, as well as some michael ones after :)

love, abi xxx

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (1 of ?)

warnings: nsfw! eventual smut, slow burn, john being sexy as all hell but also soft

John couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. From the moment you walked into the Garrison, arm loosely linked with Ada’s, clad in a black lace dress that hugged you just right, he couldn’t stop staring. Even Tommy and Arthur had noticed, cracking some joke about him being pussy whipped. The words floated right over his head, his mind on one thing only. The last time he had seen you, you were barely eighteen, cheeks pink as you waved goodbye out the train window to Ada as she sobbed. Ada had always had a flair for the dramatic, but the two of you had practically been attached at the hip your entire lives. So, he consoled her, reminding her that university wasn’t forever, that you would be back soon enough. And back, you were, red-stained lips sipping at a glass of something that Ada had practically shoved in your face. You weren’t a girl anymore, black heels crossed at the ankle as you sat across the room in a booth, laughing as Ada waved her arms, telling some sort of story.

“Just fuckin’ talk to ‘er, John-boy,” Arthur’s voice cut through John’s train of thought like a sharp knife, and he focused his eyes on his two brothers sitting at the booth across from him, clouds of smoke from Tommy’s incessant smoking heavy in the air around them.

“Fuck off,” John returned as he stood, earning a chuckle from Tommy.

“That’s right,” Arthur shouted as John made his way towards the bar, rolling his eyes at his older brothers. “Make sure you show her a real good time, eh?” Arthur’s voice was soon drowned out by the crowd around John, as they parted to let him walk through. He didn’t even see them, his eyes trained on your smile. Fuck, you were pretty.

***

“So, then I fucking kicked him in the balls.” Ada’s eyes sparkled triumphantly as she recalled the time she’d incited a riot, managing to cause great injury to a certain part of a policeman’s body. She did so casually, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t control your laughter as Ada grinned, pleased that she’d been able to make you laugh. “Fuckin’ missed you, Y/N,” she professed, shooting the rest of her gin and gesturing at the bartender to “leave the fuckin’ bottle, already.”

“Missed you too,” you smiled back at her, happy to be back in Birmingham in the company of an old friend. London was beautiful, but lonely. There was something inside you that missed the dirty streets, the crowded pubs bursting with familiar faces.

“Had to come over here myself to make sure it was you,” A deep voice interrupted your reverie and you looked up to see none other than Ada’s older brother John, looking even handsomer than the last time you’d seen him, in a grey-three piece suit, a cigar hanging from his lips. You’d had the hugest crush on him growing up, and the butterflies swimming around in your stomach seemed to confirm that you still found the tallest Shelby brother irresistible.

“Hi, John,” You offered him a shy smile and scooched over as he slid into the booth next to you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but drink in the smell of his cologne, the various drinks that Ada had encouraged you to down making you press yourself closer to him.

“M’kay, if you’re going to fuck, at least wait until I’m gone.” Ada’s voice snapped you out of it and you looked away, a pink blush staining your cheeks.

“Says the one who managed to fuck three of my best mates before you left school,” John retorted, causing Ada to roll her eyes, shooting her whiskey and pouring the three of you another glass each.

“I feel like getting drunk, and I’m not doing it alone,” Ada announced, causing both you and John to crack a smile at her forcefulness.

“Good thing we took a cab here,” you returned, before shooting your whiskey. If you were going to have to stare at John all night, you thought, you might as well be drunk doing it. Wasn’t like he was going to be staring back.

***

Ada was shitfaced, dancing in the middle of the pub. Luckily, Isaiah had stepped in as her partner, making sure her stumbling didn’t cause her to trip and fall. Unluckily for you, this left a tipsy you and John alone tucked into a booth in the corner of the room, out of view. The conversation was friendly, and you were trying your best to keep your mind off the way you could see John’s forearms practically bulging out of his suit. It wasn’t fair, you thought to yourself, for him to walk around looking like that. Especially when you knew that he was probably fucking the latest movie star, or something. It was almost impossible for you to keep your head straight, yet you managed to keep it civil. However, you couldn’t help your gaze from drifting to his lips. God, they were so pink and looked so soft, it was unfair. You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how they’d feel on your mouth, let alone other parts of your body. Jesus, you were fucked.

A third of a bottle of whiskey later, you couldn’t help but let yourself slide closer to him, heart beating fast in your chest as you sat tucked into his side, his arm around you as you laughed at a joke he’d made, something about the stick up Tommy’s ass. Your eyes shone as they met his blue ones, his arm sliding down until his fingers were brushing against your waist, radiating heat into your skin.

“Y’know, I’d tell you how fuckin’ pretty you look tonight, but I think you already know that,” John rumbled into your ear, lips just barely brushing against your neck. Your breath hitched, and he noticed, a small grin spreading across his lips.

“You’re something else, you know that?” You shot back, a small smile threatening to take over your lips.

“M’not just sayin’ that. Couldn’t take my eyes off ‘ya, since you walked in.” John wasn’t kidding. For a second you didn’t know how to reply, staring up at him with a slight look of disbelief. The whiskey, however, had other plans, and had decided to respond for you.

“Can't keep your hands off me now." You smirked, waiting for him to escalate the moment, anticipation and liquor silencing the blaring alarm in your mind. God, you shouldn't want him as badly as you do.

"Can you blame me?" He muttered, dragging his fingers across the lace of your dress, tracing the pattern's loops absentmindedly, watching your jaw tense and lips part to take a gasping breath, your jacket having long vanished into the chaos of the pub. Your arms wound themselves around his neck, fingers twisting into his short hair. "Fucking come 'ere lass."

His strong arms lifted you onto his knee, gripping a thigh to help you balance, the friction of his rough hand against the stiff fabric pushing your dress up slightly. The need for more and the desire to know him completely intoxicated you far more than anything from a bottle; you'd never felt as though you were on fire from your drunk hookups. His fingers found the zip of your dress, tugging it down desperately, gripping the flesh of your exposed shoulder blades. A small groan erupted from your lips as you felt him chuckle below you, pressing a thumb to your lips to quieten you.

"John," you whined, pouting playfully against his thumb.

"I'll sort you out, I swear," He muttered, slipping his thumb between your lips. Instinctively, you sucked, locking eyes with him, his hand straying from your back to roughly grab your jaw, holding your gaze. "But if you're going to scream your 'ead off, we'll get caught."

"You wish you could make me scream, John-lad."

"Come off it, I could ruin you, Y/N." He stated, lifting your jaw, as though memorising the construction of your face, tone brimming with a cocky confidence only John could make attractive. "You want that?"

"More than anything." The words tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly, watching how his jaw tightened in response as you attempted to read his expression. He studied you for what must've only been a few seconds, but the moment passed so slowly, you could barely remember what it felt like to not be examined by his dominating blue eyed stare.

His grip guided your face to his, fingers tilting your chin so John's lips could brush against yours, before pulling you into a heated almost aggressive kiss, the straps of your dress barely grazing your shoulders, the hem of your dress bunching around your waist as he reached down your back to grab your bum in a firm squeeze. Your mouth gaped open in a gasp of pleasure, John taking the moment to run his tongue against your lips, gaining access and deepening the kiss. You were so caught up in the thrill of John's seduction that you hadn't noticed his hand suddenly pull away after moving your skimpy underwear to one side. You had instinctively ground your hips against him, he'd broken the kiss to let out a string of curses, complimenting you through his quickening breaths (“Fuckin’ wet for me already, aye?”), gripping your thigh. But as soon as he had pulled the thin silk from your thighs, the atmosphere shifted, his lip curling in frustration as his hands left your skin as though your flesh was suddenly scalding.

"John?" You prompted, resting a hand on his shoulder, noticing the dark shadows under his eyes for the first time.

"It's getting late."

"What?" Your voice sounded high and whiny, you mentally scolded yourself for sounding so needy. It was embarrassing to be rejected by the man you've admired for many years, but even worse to be openly vulnerable and so pathetic in front of your best friend's brother.

Ada.

Oh fuck.

Realisation hit you, it was either that or the unholy quantity of alcohol you'd downed which turned your stomach. You had gone too far this time. It was one thing to flirt with John and desire him from a distance, it was an absolute betrayal to have sex with him, knowing Ada's insecurity about being used to get close to her gangster brothers- sex, power and politics. You had sworn during those tearful walks around the canal that you'd never hurt her. You couldn't do that to her.

Your sudden panic must've been obvious, you tried to stand up from John's lap, stumbling slightly, only regaining balance due to a sudden arm across your back, anchoring you upright.

"No one has to know. It's our secret yeah?" He muttered into your ear, his words comforting.

You nodded silently, the reality of the situation settling in. Your hands are shaking by your sides, John catches them, locking his fingers with yours.

"It's fine, now. Nothing happened yeah?" He stood up in front of you, his muscular physique looming before you, the creases across his torso reminding you that just a few minutes ago his body was under yours, he was breathless, needing your skin against his, desperate and vulnerable. "I'll zip you up. Turn around."

His hands dropped from yours to fumble clumsily with your zip, struggling in the gloom and fog of intoxication, he eventually succeeded, the lace clinging to the curve of your hips, waist, back and chest again. You wished it was him instead that was skimming your figure but you pushed the thought away with a simple, "Thanks."

"I'll walk you home yeah?" He offered, as he straightens your skirt and his tie, allowing you to fix his crumpled shirt collar and the row of shining buttons below his throat which you'd ripped open as he whispered dirty nonsense in your ear, smirking at how you arched your back and swore back at him through your moans.

"Isaiah already said he would, it'd be better for us both that way. You know how people around here talk." You replied, glancing at the mirror on the wall of the booth to quickly smooth your tousled hair. Despite only recently returning to Small Heath, you'd already encountered the rife gossiping and quickly realised your neighbour was incapable of minding his own business. "Nobody has to know, right?"

John nodded, disappointed but appreciating your rationale and quick thinking despite your state, "Right."

"Good night, John," You said politely, ignoring the tension in his tone and the sudden soft sadness of his eyes, turning your back and walking to the door. Back to the sticky dance floor, back to Ada, Isaiah, Finn, Tokyo, back to spilling drinks, ashing cigarettes, back to noise, safety and far from the man who made your morals vanish with the same lines he uses on probably every single one of his conquests. Fuck it. You were going to enjoy it, you sped up your pace in your heels, trying to ignore your shaking legs. You tried to ignore the guilty twang in your gut when Ada screamed your name across the pub and stumbled over, dragging some lad on her arm, pressing drunken kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

You couldn't help but look back to see his shadow sloping away into the darkness of the booths closer to the dance floor, being bullied mercilessly by his brothers you assumed. You watched him fake a smirk, take the knuckles to his brow from Arthur, snap an insult back to Thomas and settle into his rightful seat. You only shifted your gaze to Ada for a moment but when you looked back up, he was staring at you, jaw tense, icy stare burning into yours, arms folded on the table, the gold chains of his sleeve garters barely glinting in the dim light. He looked away but you could see his cheeks were flushed with blood even in the glow of the oil lamps.

Pretending nothing happened was going to be impossible.

***

to be continued!

#john shelby smut #john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby masterlist #peaky blinders masterlist #john shelby fluff #john shelby x y/n

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fic rec 11!

just a random collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately. as usual, no specific order.

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations Paramedic!Bucky x reader

“Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?”

Operation: Freefall by @constantwriter85 Bucky x reader

“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”

Recovery by @wicked-mind Biker!Bucky x reader

“After going through rehab and recovering, you move back to town to live with your mother as you sort out what to do with your life, but your mom has other plans that include hooking you up with a hot biker by the name of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes”

Teacher’s Favorite + Sharing My Sweetheart by @suitk0via Single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.”

Uninvited by @mymoonagedaydream modern!Bucky x reader

Reader is a close friend of Sam’s. Sam and Bucky are roommates, so reader spends a lot of time with them. Bucky becomes colder towards reader and they ask Sam about it - finding out Bucky, who is taken, is falling out of love w/ his gf because he has a crush on reader.

You Know Me Too Well by @nexusnyx Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

“there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’ table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.”

The Slip Up by @justkending dad!Bucky x reader

“After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.”

Invisible String series by @dirty-holy-things Bucky x reader

“You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not just an ethical one, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday.”

Sacrifice by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“In the midst of an attack, you’re dosed with an unknown chemical and your healing ability becomes compromised.”

Purgatory by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.”

Behind the Storm by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“On a mission, you’re hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe.”

We Were Screaming in Color by @samwlscns Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“james buchanan barnes was your soulmate and you were his. despite everything the world threw your way, bucky always kept his promise to make his way back home to you. even if that meant having to lose him more than once.”

Bulova by @babycap Bucky x reader

“In the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel. A non-canon compliant, friends-to-lovers fic.”

And They’re Roommates by @golden-barnes Modern bartender/roommate!Bucky x reader, New Girl au

“Your boyfriend cheats on you, and now you have nowhere to go. So when you found an ad for a shared loft, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Come to the realization that you will be sharing it with four guys. Four guys, one of them who is extremely hot and zero brain cells between any of them. What else could you ask for?”

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois Bucky x reader

“You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.”

Love in the Workplace by @cxddlyash Gardener!Bucky x Receptionist!reader

Working at the same hotel, a new gardener is recently hired.

“Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener.

“What is it?” Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

“Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired,” you mention while walking closer to the place.”

Dad Biker!Bucky being adorable with his kids blurb by @angrythingstarlight dad biker!Bucky x reader

dad biker Bucky and his kids making pancakes and breakfast for mom :)

Tap by @houseravenclaws Bucky x reader

“bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.”

Teach Me How to Love by @thefalconthatcriedwolf Godfather/single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have Yelena in your class this school year.”

To Build a Home by @buckyjamess-archive @buckyjamess Mechanic/single dad!Bucky x single mom!reader

“a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A Good Kind of Fire by @dolcezzasfantasy Modern!Bucky x reader

“Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers.”

If I Could Fly by @ceeellewrites actor!Bucky x actress!reader, social media au

“Bucky Barnes is an actor with a small (just a tiny) celebrity crush on Y/N L/N, one of the industry’s well-known actress. Well, it’s just a celebrity crush, what could go wrong?”

The Rumour by @sidepartskinnyjeans Bucky x reader

“after a, mostly, chance meeting with Sergeant Barnes starts a rumour around the compound that soon gets out of hand.”

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that’s it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He’s resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life…until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.”

Crawl Home to Her by @nexusnyx Bucky x reader

“when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this.bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.”

Signed by the Author by @wintersfilm Bucky x reader

“on a mission to improve his conversations with sam, bucky wanders brooklyn and into a bookstore where he finds his new favourite book and the most adorable bookseller he has ever laid eyes on.”

Seasons of Love by @constantwriter85 Army vet!Bucky x reader, modern au

“Bucky gets a service dog, but Winter’s only got eyes for the dog across the park…and her owner.”

One Single Thread of Gold (Tied Me to You) by @pietrotica Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it’s quite common to get a simple ’hi what can i get you’ or common phrases, you’ve managed to get their name. that doesn’t make it easier to find him.”

Sunday is a Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney Bodyguard!Bucky x rockstar!reader

“You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.”

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Instinct: Din Djarin x F!Reader - Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: Old Friends, New Friends

Plot: Mando convinces Y/n that they should take a job with his old partner, Ran. But Y/n's protests soon prove to be valid as they meet the team they'll be working with...

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: language, violence, violent threats, angst, jealousy jealousy, protective mom instincts over the child, the flames of the slow burn start to burn brighter...

A/N: This is one of the chapters I was looking forward to because there's going to be some major developments in the story (and a certain relationship) that are quite exciting. I'm aiming to have to be caught up to TBOBF's storyline by the time S3 premieres which seems achievable but life always find some way to derail plans so while I have time, I'm trying to get as many chapters out as I can. Hope you enjoy this one!

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“I don’t like this…” “It’s either this or we starve to death. Or we run out of fuel and become sitting ducks for whichever Guild member finds us.” Mando and I were sitting in the cockpit of the Razor Crest, debating our next move. Well, I was debating, he was already convinced that he had the winning idea.

“There’s other places to go,” I argued, though for the first time when we disagreed, I wasn’t aggressive towards him, “Other planets. Hell, I could close my eyes, point to one on the navicomputer and we’d probably end up somewhere better than with your ‘friend.’”

“He’s the only trustworthy contact we’ve got right now,” Mando replied, “He can guarantee us a job with good pay,” he paused, thinking over whatever he was going to next, “If you have a real reason for saying no, tell me what it is.” I couldn’t though. I couldn’t explain why I didn’t like the idea of partnering with an old buddy of Mando’s other than it just didn’t feel right. My gut instinct was never wrong and at the moment, it was sounding every alarm.

“It just…” I sighed, sitting back in my chair, “Call it hunter instincts, something feels off about it.” “I think you’re worrying too much,” Mando stated, his voice calm and unbothered, “Ran’s our only option right now for work. We need to take it.” I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling and fighting against every voice in my head that was screaming at me to argue the matter further. The fact was we needed work, no matter how or where we got it. “Fine,” I spun around in the chair and headed for the ladder, “Get in contact.”

I climbed down to the main hold and went to the cot, coming to check on the child in the hammock I’d rigged up for him above the bed. He was sleeping peacefully and blissfully unaware of anything that could or could not have been lurking in the shadows ahead of us.

Unable to do anything else at the moment other than sit alone with my thoughts, I fell back onto the cot. I hadn’t been sleeping well since I’d made my…discovery. Finding out that I could move things with some strange energy or will inside of me was eating away at me bit by bit. What caused a person to be able to do such a thing? And why was it only limited to certain people or creatures? The kid and I could do it, but Mando couldn’t. What was the choosing process? Was it something you developed or were you born with such a ability? Questions rolled through my mind faster than I could keep up with and I had no one to give me answers.

I threw my arm over my eyes and groaned. Another shady job, an unknown freak power and the Guild after us. Yep, I thought, this is definitely how I saw my life going…

——————

Mando flew the Crest into the hanger that belonged to his old friend with me sitting behind him holding my breath. I wanted to believe Mando when he said the guy was trustworthy, but after a lifetime of training myself not to trust anybody, it was a difficult thing to do on a continuous basis. Beginning to trust Mando even was a lot for me…

“The kid?” he asked as we landed. “Sleeping,” I answered, hoping it stayed that way.

We climbed out of the cockpit and disembarked down the ramp, an array of different workers greeting us with curious stares and threatening glares. Clearly Mando’s intimidating presence didn’t carry the same weight here that it did most places. We moved through the hanger with purpose, seeking out Mando’s old pal.

“Mando!” a voice called, an older looking man with a heavy salt and pepper beard approached us, “Is that you under that bucket?”

“Ran,” Mando greeted, shaking the man’s hand firmly. “I didn’t really know if I’d ever see you in these parts again,” Ran said, “Good to see you. And who’s this?” I stuck out my hand, “Y/n Y/l/n. I’m a…friend.” “Well, any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine,” he smiled. No matter the packaging, I still had a feeling the inside wasn’t as sweet. He broke away from me to pat Mando on the shoulder, guiding us further into the heart of the hanger, “You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me. You know, cause I…I hear things. Like, maybe things between you and the Guild aren’t workin’ out. I hate to think you’ve got this fine young lady roped into it too.” I froze, my hand twitching to reach for my blaster. It wasn’t the mention of me that bothered me, it was the Guild. Was it threatening? Was his pity sincere?

Mando, knowing my fears, reached out and patted me on the back as if telling me I needed to relax. “We’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Ran accepted the answer and didn’t seem to take notice of my anxiety, “Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you’re welcome back here anytime. You as well, miss.”

I gave a polite smile and nodded, following alongside the two men as we went further into the hanger. Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, something’s wrong…

“So what’s the job?” Mando asked.

“Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught,” Ran explained, “So, I’m puttin’ together a crew to spring him. It’s a five person job, I’ve got four but I’m happy to send six. All I need is the ride and you brought it.” Atop the bridge we’d ended up on, our eyes fell on the Crest, number one of the reasons why my gut had been right… “The ship wasn’t part of the deal,” Mando argued. “Well, the Crest is the only reason why I let you back in here,” Ran replied, earning himself a stare down from Mando, “What’s the look? Is that gratitude? Uh-huh, I think it is…” As the man walked off, I held my hands behind my back and slowly passed by Mando. “He’s a great guy,” I muttered loud enough that only he would hear it. “The job’ll be worth it,” he defended himself as we followed Ran. I reached up to pat his shoulder, “Keep telling yourself that, Tin Can…”

Ran led us to a darker and less crowded part of the hanger, “Hey, Mayfeld! This is Mando, the guy I was tellin’ you about. We used to do jobs way back when. This is his associate, Y/n.” Mayfeld gave Mando and I a once over, scoffing afterwards. “This is the guy?”

“Yeah, we were all young, tryin’ to make a name for ourselves,” Ran explained, chuckling after, “Yeah, but runnin’ with a Mandalorian, that was…that brought us some reputation. I’m sure you know all about that, Miss Y/l/n.” “My reputation was wide enough before I met him,” I said with a silent confidence that you only ever saw women and real men carry.

“Oh yeah?” Mayfeld stepped forward, “Then how come I’ve never heard of you?” I smiled thinly and made eye contact with the man, “I’m known by those who need problems taken care of, not by the problems. I don’t typically let them live long enough to get to know me.” Ran laughed deeply, while Mayfeld raised his eyebrows and smirked, as if I was a little girl he was humoring. “And what about this guy, Ran? What did he get out of your partnership?” “I asked him that one time, you remember what you said, Mando?” Ran looked over at him, before looking back to Mayfeld, “Target practice.” The two men laughed while I stayed silent, I could practically sense the discomfort radiating off of Mando. This was a piece of his past that he hadn’t shared with me… “We did some crazy stuff, didn’t we?” Ran chuckled.

“That was a long time ago,” Mando replied, softly.

The mood shifted, thankfully. “Well, I don’t go out anymore. You understand? So, uh, Mayfeld, he’s gonna run point on this job. If he says it, it’s like it’s comin’ from me,” Ran explained, “You two good with that?” Mando and I both gave Mayfeld a glance, I already knew in my gut that he was a character I didn’t want to know. And now he was going to be ordering us around. Perfect… “You tell me,” Mando replied.

“You haven’t changed one bit,” Ran laughed.

“Yeah, well, things have changed around here,” Mayfeld spoke up, before walking off.

“Yeah, well, Mayfeld…He’s one of the best triggermen I’ve ever seen. Former Imperial sharpshooter.” I raised an eyebrow, my eyes locking onto the man who I now knew with complete certainty was trouble. An ex-Imperial was just as bad as a surviving one. Nobody joined the Empire and had a change of heart, they were rotten at the core.

“And that’s a compliment, how?” I replied, if I couldn’t shoot him, I could still burn him.

“Hey,” Mayfeld turned around to face me, ”I wasn’t a stormtrooper, sweetheart.” I crossed my arms and smirked as he walked away, “So defensive…” “You’d have fit in with perfectly,” Ran commented, patting me on the shoulder, “She’s a firecracker, Mando.”

Then best not to get in my line of fire, I thought. Mando and I accompanied Ran and Mayfeld through the hanger, I stayed close to him the entire time. Something about being in a foreign environment was making me naturally drift towards him, wanting to know that even if something went wrong, at least I had him next to me. It was a far cry from a few months ago when we’d met…

“Razor Crest?” Mayfeld squinted at the ship, “I can’t believe that thing can fly. Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine,” he led us towards a hulking Devaronian carrying a few crates, “Alright, the good-lookin’ fellow there with the horns, that’s Burg. This may surprise you, but he’s our muscle.” Burg approached us, getting far too close to me for comfort. He did the same to Mando, the two of them locking eyes, or eye slits, in a stand off for…nothing, really, until Burg began to circle us. “So this is a Mandalorian,” he stated, coming to stand between Mayfeld and Ran, “I thought they’d be bigger.”

Mayfeld chuckled before introducing us to the next member, a protocol droid. “Droid’s name is Zero.” “I thought you said you had four,” Mando questioned.

“He does,” a female voice came from behind us. I turned to see a Twi’lek approaching us, her gaze focused solely on the man next to me, “Hello, Mando.”

“Xi’an…”

I couldn’t decode his tone, but it was clear he hadn’t expected to see her. The tension between them was unmistakeable, she seemed to be the main character in yet another story that Mando had yet to tell me…

“Tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down where you stand?” she asked, twirling a knife in her hand.

She lunged forward and held the knife in front of his neck, ready to strike. In an instance I had pulled my vibroblade from its gauntlet and met hers. Mando hadn’t moved an inch at her threat.

“Oh,” Xi’an pouted, her gaze flitting between me and Mando, “Have I already been replaced?” “Nice to see you too,” Mando said, not acknowledging the comment about me but lightly grasping my wrist and lowering my weapon.

Xi’an laughed as if this was all a joke, “I’ve missed you,” she tapped her knife against his chest plate, “This is shiny. You wear it well.” With each touch or wag of her blade, I was set further on edge. Just the image of a weapon aimed at Mando that close struck fear in my heart. Whoever Xi’an was to him, her displays of affection were going to end violently if she didn’t stop them soon.

“Do we need to leave the room or something?” Mayfeld asked honestly.

“Well,” Ran explained, “Xi’an’s been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group.” “Aww, you gonna be okay, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I’m all business now,” she answered, pointing her blade once again at Mando’s throat, “Learned from the best.”

Unable to contain myself anymore, I stepped forward. “You touch him, it's going be the last thing you ever do.” I was now in Xi’an’s line of fire, she stepped around me as if it was a dance. “And who’s this? She’s pretty, Mando. But…bit of a step down for your taste, hmm?” I chuckled, not allowing her to see any reaction I may have truly had, “You’re going to have to do better than that, Twi.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Ran called time of death on the exchange, “Break it up until you get on the ship. Right now we don’t have much time.” Our team walked off towards the Razor Crest, Xi’an turning to give Mando a wink, while Burg stopped in front of Mando. “Tiny,” he growled before leaving.

Mando and I stood there, inches apart as if the confrontation had magnetically drawn us closer together. There were plenty of ways to say ‘I told you so,’ but it wasn’t time for that yet. I simply glared up at Mando through my eyebrows, wishing my stare could burn through beskar.

Zero went aboard the Crest to learn its controls, something I could tell Mando was obviously uncomfortable with, but allowed. Mayfeld circled us up to run through the plan.

“So, the package is being moved on a fortified transport ship,” he pulled up a holo display of the ship we were going to break into, “Now, we got a limited window to board, find our friend, get him out of there before they make their jump.” “Hold on,” I held my hands up, “That’s a New Republic ship.” “A New Republic prison ship,” Mando addended, equally as concerned, “Your man wasn’t taken by a rival syndicate, he was arrested.”

Mayfeld leaned towards Mando and I, “So what?”

“A job is a job,” Ran shrugged. Easy for him to say, he’s not gonna be there… “That’s a max security transport and we,” Mando pointed between the two of us, “Aren’t looking for that kind of heat.” “Well, neither are we,” Ran replied, “So just don’t mess up.” Xi’an stepped forward, “The good news for you is the ship is manned by droids. Still hate the machines, Mando?” I’m going to kill this woman before the day’s up…yep.

“Despite recent modifications,” Zero announced as he stepped off of the Crest, “The ship is still quite a mess. The power lines are leaking, the navigation is intermittent, and the hyperdrive is only operating at 67.3% efficiency. We have much better ships, why are we using this one?”

It wasn’t hard to guess why, I knew the Crest had one irresistible quality that made it an ideal ship for something like this…

“‘Cause the Razor Crest is off the old Imperial and New Republic grid,” Ran answered, “It’s a ghost.”

“Yeah, and we need a ship that can get close enough to jam the New Republic codes,” Mayfeld added, “So when we jump out of hyperspace here, if we immediately bank into this kinda attitude, we should be right in their blind spot. Which will give us just enough time for your ship to scramble our signal.” “It’s not possible,” Mando answered, “Even for the Crest.”

“That’s why he’s flyin’,” Ran nodded to Zero, landing an insult on Mando, “Mando, I know you’re a pretty good pilot, but we need you on the trigger, not the wheel.”

“Don’t worry, Mandalorian. My response time is quicker than organics,” Zero extended a tool from his hand, “And I’m smarter too.”

Ran suggested that the droid board the ship with the others while Mando and I stayed behind with him. “Ran, you must know there’s a huge chance this could go wrong.” He patted my arm, not in a creepy way but one that still made me uncomfortable. “Miss Y/l/n, you may be well known in the better parts of the galaxy, but you still have a lot to learn about getting your hands dirty,” his smile faded until there was little left, just enough to make me feel like I was being lightly threatened, “The plan’s going to work, no matter what.”

“She’s right,” Mando stepped in, “This whole thing is recipe for disaster.” “Well,” Ran clapped his hands together and gestured around us, “I guess you two could leave and take up one of the many other offers you got…” I rolled my eyes and looked to the side, staring at the Crest that was now inhibited by a type of scum I tried not to associate myself with. Mando was right, we didn’t have any other choice…

Without waiting for him, I crossed the space and walked up the landing ramp. I heard his boots thump against the metal behind and I waited for him at the top. “Just like the good old days, Mando, huh?” Ran called, the only response back he got was Mando closing the ramp.

“Don’t say it,” Mando addressed my silence. “Fine,” I smiled, walking past him and pausing at his side, “I’ll wait.”

——————

Turns out, it wasn’t just Mando who was protective of the Crest. The pile of bolts had managed to matter to me as well.

The two of us stood over Zero’s shoulders, watching his every move. If he made any mistakes, I was ready to jump in myself and pilot.

“Calculations complete,” he announced, “Jumping to hyperspace.” Mando and I both held onto each of the chairs as we made the jump, the stars turning to streaks of light. “Feel free to join the others,” Zero suggested, “I will handle it from here.”

We shared a quick glance at each other, there were times where I wish I could make eye contact with Mando just to see if his expression matched mine. Judging by the hesitancy in his steps out of the cockpit, I knew he was just as uncertain as me.

As he hit the ground, I headed down the ladder but stopped one of the last steps. Burg had managed to get the weapons cabinet open and Mando was closing it remotely with his gauntlet. Frustrated, Burg went to mess with the keypad of the hideaway that housed the child. Fear ran cold through me. Before I could get on the ground and stop him, Mando was already pushing his hand away. Burg was displeased, clearly, as he growled and started to back Mando up towards the wall.

“Hey, hey, hey. Okay, okay, I get it,” Mayfeld attempted to diffuse the situation, “I’m a little particular about my personal space too. So, let’s just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you two don’t have to see our faces anymore.” “Fantastic plan,” I said as I strutted past them, settling myself on a crate at the far end of the room.

“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian,” Burg growled, still eyeing Mando.

“Well, apparently,“ Mayfeld began explaining, “They’re the greatest warriors in the galaxy. So they say.” “Then why are they all dead?” Burg quipped, eliciting laughter from our group.

I was silently fuming, I knew how much being a Mandalorian meant to Mando. Listening to people mock his people caused me to do something I’d never done for another person…stand up. “I could say the same thing about the Empire,” I addressed Mayfeld, remembering the relief I felt when the second Death Star was destroyed, “If you all were as powerful as you pretended to be, there wouldn’t be pieces of stormtrooper still floating around the systems.” Xi’an laughed, clearly loving conflict of any kind, while Mayfeld hardened his stare towards me. “And you’re so perfect? You’ve never had shit blow up in your face?” “Plenty of times,” I answered with a chuckle, a supercut of all my mistakes playing in my head, “But they’ve never been as lofty as failing to enslave an entire galaxy. But hey,” I held my hands up and smiled, “That’s just me.” Mayfeld stood to his feet and approached, I held my ground firmly, unable to be intimidated by such a man. “You wanna say something about my past, sweetheart, go ahead,” he muttered.

“That’s enough,” Mando’s voice broke me out of the moment. He stood behind Mayfeld, looking ready to jump in at any moment and defend me. “Gotta jump in when your girl tries to defend you?” Mayfeld turned his attention to Mando, “Feelin’ a little self conscious?,” he looked to Xi’an, “Hey, you flew with him, Xi’an. Is he as good as they say?” Xi’an was preoccupied with balancing her blade on the tip of her finger, “Ask him about the job on Alzoc III.”

“I did what I had to do,” Mando replied stiffly, walking away from me and back to guarding the child’s compartment.

“Oh, but you liked it,” Xi’an laughed, “See, I know who you really are. Or have you told your new friend all your secrets?” Simply by being locked in the Crest with these people, I knew I didn’t know all of Mando’s past. And that was fine with me, but I didn’t appreciate it being brought up continuously. As if I wasn’t worthy of the knowledge or that Mando was so destructive that it was wrong for me to be there.

Okay, maybe I'm not totally fine with it.... “He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfeld asked Xi’an. She laughed again, everything was a joke to her. It was bothersome. She dramatically pressed her fist to her chest and lowered her voice to mimic Mando’s. “This is the way.”

I drew a deep breath, fighting to urge to kill them all, shut down Zero and fly us far away from where we were headed. “Huh. I wonder what you look like under there…” Mayfeld commented, dark eyes locked on Mando’s helmet, “Maybe he’s a Gungan. Is that why yousa don’t want to show your face?” Don’t let him draw you in, I thought, do not let him draw you in…

“You ever see his face?” he asked Xi’an.

The Twi’lek stroked one of her horns, gasping softly. “A lady never tells.”

“What about you, sweetheart?” Mayfeld looked my way, “Late nights in the cockpit, your hands reach for the same control, one thing leads to another and-“ His taunting was cut short by the vibroblade I threw at his head, landing less than an inch away from having pierced it. It lodged in one of the crates behind him. Mando had stepped forward as well, his blaster drawn and aimed at Mayfeld’s face. “That’s,” he paused, his voice thick with steel, “Enough.” Mayfeld laughed, looking from Burg to Xi’an and back to us, “Whoa, whoa, there’s no need to get so touchy. Come on, we all gotta trust each other here, you two gotta show us something.”

Oh, there’s definitely something I could show…

“Come on,” he continued, “Just lift the helmet up. I’m sure your girl here is dying to get a look at those eyes…”

“Or I could carve yours out of your skull,” I threatened, standing up and taking slow steps towards the group.

Mayfeld ignored me and nodded towards Burg, who approached Mando. “I’ll do it.” I snapped into action, spinning around and landing a kick to Burg’s side as Mando took his arm and twisted it, punching him in the jaw after. Mando kneed him in the stomach and he fall back in the hall, holding onto the walls as he went down. Unfortunately, his fingers pressed the keypad and opened the door to the child’s compartment. He stood at the edge, ready to join our party.

“Whoa!” Mayfeld exclaimed, rising to check things out, “What is that? You two get lonely up here?” I stayed at Mando’s side, biting down on my lip in an effort not to scream at him to get away from the child. It would only make things worse. But at a moment’s notice, I was ready to slit throats if his safety was compromised.

“Wait a minute,” Mayfeld turned to Xi’an, standing behind him, “Did you two make that? Huh? What is it, like a pet or somethin’?” “Yeah,” Mando answered, “Something like that.”

“It bites,” I quickly lied, trying to think of anyway to make getting close to the child unattractive.

Xi’an came to stand too close to Mando for my taste, “Didn’t take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft…taking on two pets.” “I’d be cautious with how you use your tongue,” I thinly smiled at her, she was bothering me more than I knew what to do with, “So long as you’re onboard this ship with me, you’re in danger of losing it.” The Twi’lek made a point to stick the muscle out as she laughed at me, “Jealousy’s not a flattering color on you, my dear…” Jealous? That was the last thing I was…what did she have that I had to envy?

“Me, I was never really into pets,” Mayfeld spoke up, “Yeah, I didn’t have the temperament. Patience, you know? I mean, I tried, but never worked out.

The child’s eyes gazed up at Mayfeld curiously, I wished with everything in me that he would cry for me or Mando and we’d be forced to take him. Come on, kid, come to me…

“But I’m thinkin’ maybe,” Mayfeld reached forward and took the kid into his arms, “I’ll try again with this little fella. Huh?”

I watched with laser like focus at Mando’s side, sensing he was just as upset as I was. Mayfeld, the comedian, bent his knees and pretended to almost drop the kid. I’d never moved faster in my life, throwing my hands underneath his little green form only to catch air and cause a hearty round of laughter from our teammates. I rose with the knowledge that my threats had just lost all credibility. I felt a gloved finger touch the back of my hand, signaling that Mando felt either sympathy or pity.

“Dropping out of hyperspace now,” Zero announced from the cockpit.

As the ship dropped, we suddenly moved with each maneuver of the ship. I reached out for Mando at the same time he wrapped an arm around my waist, the two of us clinging to one another while I kept a hand underneath the child still in Mayfeld’s grasp.

“Commencing final approach, now. Cloaking signal, now.” The ship lurched harder than before, loosening Mando’s grip on the handle he’d been holding onto. As we fell, both his arms slipped around me protectively. Mayfeld was thrown forward and he let the child go, sending him flying through the air. I threw my hands out as Mando and I slid across the floor, catching him just before he hit the ground and clutching him to my chest. Our skid stopped as Mando’s body, shielding me and the kid from any harm, hit the back wall of the Crest with an ‘oof’ from him. I let out the breath I’d been holding, dropping my head to the floor and feeling Mando’s helmet against the back of it. “Coupling confirmed,” Zero said, “We are down.” “You okay?” I asked Mando. “Yeah,” he answered, his arms still around me, “You?” I nodded, still panting from the adrenaline rush leaving my body. Mando let go, seemingly hesitant as if he thought I was lying, and I sat up, checking the child over for injuries. He let out a squeal, which I didn’t know whether was out of happiness or fear. Either way, I patted his back and accepted Mando’s outstretched hand to help me up.

“Useless droid didn’t even give us a proper countdown,” Xi’an complained. “No,” I said as Mando and I passed her, “But he gave me a good laugh.”

I sat the child back down in his compartment and crouched down to get on eye level with him, “You stay here, okay? We’ll be back soon,” I rose and hit the button that closed the door to it, turning to Mando, “I can only hope he listens this time.” Mayfeld jumped onto his comm, “Z? Are you sure they can’t see us?”

“The Razor Crest is scrambling our signal and I am inside the prison system,” the droid answered, “It’s impressive that this gunship had survived the Empire without being impounded.”

Our team circled up. “Alright, we got a job to do,” Mayfeld declared, “Mando, you’re up.”

Not wanting to be left alone with them, I followed Mando to the hatch that would allow us to drop into the prison ship and kneeled down next to him. He worked to open it while I focused on trying to make out the whispers from a few feet away, Xi’an and Mayfeld were clearly having a private conversation, one that left me with a sick feeling in my stomach.

Once Mando had opened the hatch, the team dropped one by one down into the ship. First a hesitant Mayfeld, then a far-too-confidant Xi’an and finally, Burg. Once we were alone, Mando and I both looked to the compartment housing the child before back to each other. Had we not needed the credits, I’d have suggested we leave our accomplices to their fate and jet. It was either a possible death by their hand or a definite one by the Guild’s. “I’d like to go on record of saying that I’m against this,” I said, hands on hips. “Noted,” he replied.

I sighed and looked down at the hatch, jumping down with little concern for the height. On the list of problems I had, a little fall was the least of my worries…

“Alright,” Mayfeld announced once Mando had landed, “We’re on the clock. When we engage those droids, they’re gonna be all over us.” “I know the drill,” Mando replied, clearly already tired of Mayfeld’s running of the job.

I unholstered my blasters and activated my shield gauntlet, we made our way down the hall cautiously. It was a no brainer that I stuck by Mando, it was the safest place to be given the circumstances. As we passed the curious stares of prisoners, some with an underlying aggression, my stomach twisted further.

“I don’t like this,” Mando admitted, finally… “Oh, really?” I said with fake shock, “You don’t like this? I wish someone would have said something before hand…” Xi’an rolled her eyes, “You always were paranoid.” “Is that true, Mando?” Mayfeld echoed mockingly, “Were you always paranoid?” As he finished his sentence, one of the prisoners lunged towards its cell door and roared, startling Mayfeld. I chuckled to myself, earning a glare in return. “You think that’s funny?” “I’d pay to see it again.”

Zero appeared over the comms, “Approaching control room. Make a left at the next juncture.” Around the corner, Mayfeld carefully poked his head, scanning the area before motioning Mando forward. The two of us fell to the side, taking cover behind a wall and gesturing for the rest of the group to come out. We all went on high alert as the sound of beeping approached, a mouse droid wheeling down the hall. “What?” Burg smiled, “It’s just a little mousey. Come here, little mousey…” “Burg…” Mayfeld warned.

The Devaronian approached carefully, holding his blaster behind his back. As the droid maneuvered itself further away from us, Burg stood to his full height and fired a shot at it. “Are you kidding me?” I yelled through a whisper. “Burg, what are you doin’?” Mayfeld scolded him.

Beside me, Mando reached out with his free hand and tapped against the back of mine twice. Whatever plan he had, it required both of us. In that moment, I trusted him fully.

Like clockwork, a set of security droids marched towards us with guns raised. Mando and I walked backwards as we shot at them, his hand wrapped around my wrist gently pulling me with him. Once we were out of the line of fire, we broke into a jog down the identical white hallways. “You ready to admit I was right?” I asked.

“Can you focus on the problem at hand?” he grunted as we turned a corner. “That is one of the problems at hand,” I shot back, holstering one of my guns and reaching for the vibroblade underneath my gauntlet. Coming up empty, I remembered it was still sticking out of one of our crates from when I’d launched it at Mayfeld. “Fuck!”

As we quietly came up behind the droids, Mando and I got a running start before dropping to our knees and sliding across the floor. He used his knife to slice the leg off of one of them while I fired perfectly aimed shots at two of their chests. I jumped to my feet and narrowly dodged the a punch from one, holding up my shield to avoid a few of the blasts being fired at me. Mando was to the side avoiding a few hits of his own until he was knocked to the ground by one of the droids. Thinking fast, I holstered my second gun and released my whipcord to wrap around his wrist, pulling him out of reach of the droids. He rose and spun around, pressing our backs together as we faced off against our enemies. I landed a kick to one’s stomach, quickly picking up my gun and shooting its head after.

“Two more,” Mando warned, I spun around and watched as his flamethrower made quick work of one’s deaths. As the second one survived, still smoking, he tossed me his knife and I charged towards it. I climbed atop it before it could fire at me and sliced its head off. As its robotic corpse collapsed, my knees hit the ground and I accepted Mando’s outstretched hand to help me stand. I fought to catch my breath, gazing at the wreckage we’d created. We were quickly becoming unstoppable together…

The prisoners around us clamored while Burg, Xi’an and Mayfeld simply stared. “Make sure you two clean up your mess,” Mayfeld commented as he passed us, while Xi’an laughed and Burg simply bumped Mando’s shoulder. As I panted, I watched them head down the hall before glaring at Mando. I sensed he shared my displeasure at their lack of gratitude.

“It seems your presence has been detected,” Zero said through the comms as we resumed our run, “Redirecting security alert away from your position.” “Z, open the door,” Mayfeld called.

“But I’m detecting an organic signature.” My steps slowed, I was the only one who was thinking of the ramifications that came with Zero’s protests.

I can run. Right now. I can get out of here, grab the Crest and get out alive…without Mando.

And that was no longer an option I’d truly consider.

“Yeah, okay, alright,” Mayfeld paid no attention to the warning, “Just open the door!”

The blast doors opened a few feet away from us and a young New Republic officer stood to his feet, a blaster aimed at us. “Stop!”

Things had just gotten so much more complicated…

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A/N: We're getting so close to the climax of S1 and I am so excited 😁 Let me know if you'd like to be tagged or what you thought. See you next chapter!

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christ0pher-evans · 3 years

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Troubled Heart

Part Two of Shattered Heart Mini-Series

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: Angst / Cheating / Mentions of Sex Word Count: 1.1k A/N: Welcome to the second part of Shattered Heart!! I am so so overwhelmed with the love I received for, what initially was just a one-shot, so I thank you all so so much and send you big hugs💗 So with all your support, I’ve decided to make this a mini-series (maybe three or four parts) so I’m super excited about that! I hope you guys will be too💗 Please let me know what you think of this part!

‣ I guess part two is kind of a filler part, because spoiler alert: PART THREE IS GOING TO BE INTENSE!!! Please reblog and like🖤

Part One: Shattered Heart

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The past 24 hours since Chris left your shared home had felt like a bad dream.

You’d stood emotionless as you ridded your bed of its sheets and covers, mortified at how clueless you were as Chris had so casually fucked you into the mattress after cheating on you. You’d screamed and cried as your friend had text you double checking you and Chris were still on for your double date tomorrow. You’d buried yourself under the covers in the spare bedroom once you had text Chris telling him you needed a couple of weeks apart to figure out what you wanted, too shaken to call him. You’d cried yourself to sleep when Chris had replied telling you that he would support whatever your decision was.

Knowing Chris would never be disrespectful about your feelings or choices moving forward was reassuring but part of you wished he fought a bit harder for you. Your skepticism was playing devil’s advocate and awakening stupid thoughts. Was it an easy way out? Did he not want to fight for your marriage?

Scott had guaranteed you that it was because he cared about you so much and couldn’t bare the thought of upsetting you anymore than he already had. It’s a bit too late for that, you thought.

Nevertheless, you appreciated that he was giving you space. You had left the house for the day when Chris came back to pack up some clothes to take to Scott’s, where he was staying. Terrified at the thought of seeing him, you couldn’t understand if it was because you were angry at him or because if you were there, you wouldn’t want him to leave again.

In the two weeks of space you had asked for, your mind was in turmoil.

Putting on a brave face for eight hours a day in the office was easy, pretending that nothing was wrong between Chris and yourself had become second nature in the past year. Coming home was a different story; an empty house and an empty bed was undeniable proof that your marriage had possibly life-altering problems. That was the hard part. You wanted to be strong, but reality proved that you were lost without Chris; he was your best friend, your sweetheart and your evermore.

Enduring time alone at home where your mind could wander was the heart-wrenching task. As if your heart wasn’t already shattered, you tortured yourself with replaying all the details from Chris’ rendezvous with another woman, the conversation you had the morning he had confessed and the evening he left; splintering your heart into unfathomable pieces. You were so angry and so upset, that in those moments, you wondered if you could ever forgive him, ever be with him again.

Most days, you felt numb. Some days, things felt marginally normal. You’d meet Scott for a coffee, chatting about anything other than Chris, walking and talking till you cracked a light smile. Coming home, there would be a bunch of your favourite flowers on the doorstep, a note simply saying I love you. One day, you had received a donut delivery from your favourite bakery down the street, something only Chris knew about you. Small traces of significance that displayed Chris making an effort, showing that he loves you, wants you, is fighting for you; fighting for a second chance.

At the end of your time apart, you had just arrived home from a tough week at work. You were exhausted and were desperate to just eat and sleep away your suffering. Slumping down onto the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, you shed a single tear as you realised you’d instinctively ordered your chinese takeaway as if Chris was home with you. As if he was sat right next to you on the sofa, moaning about the rom-com you'd started playing on Netflix, moaning that he was bored till he had enough and made love to you on the sofa. You could hear his voice as he whispered how much he loved you, how good you made him feel.

A shudder coursed through your body as you reminisced, as you remembered how perfect your marriage could be. Two whole weeks you had spent trying to force those memories out your mind, preoccupied yourself something stupid to forget him, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your mind bitter at the pain Chris caused you but your heart ached for him; his voice, his kiss, his touch, his love.

As you sat in the kitchen the next morning, picking at the leftover chinese and looking at the almost dead flowers that had been delivered the week before, you realised how much you missed him. You knew that everything felt different without him around but you were too rage blind to see what was right in front of you; Chris fighting for your relationship whilst you just basked in your misery.

And that, for the first time in two weeks, was why you decided to pick up the phone and ring him. He answered after only one ring.

“Sweetheart.. Hi.” Your heart swelled at this voice, progress from the fact it made you shudder two weeks ago.

“Chris. Um, sorry if I caught you at a bad time?”

“Sweetheart, there is no bad time for you to call me. You’re my wife, I’ll always answer.”

“Okay, well, uh..”, you were so nervous, fiddling with your wedding band, “I was wondering if you would come round so we could talk?” You didn’t miss the hitch in his throat. You knew you had to be clear that you were not inviting him back to move home, but just to come round for a chat.

“Yeah, if that is what you want? I can come round right now if you'd like?"

"Oh, um yeah, I guess that'd be okay?” Initially you thought you needed time to plan what you were going to say but maybe it was better that Chris came round now before you chickened out. Chris could clearly hear the uncertainty in your voice.

“It doesn’t have to be now if you don’t want?”

“No, sorry that’s fine. I just assumed you’d be busy.” What you didn’t know was that Chris hadn’t been at work since you had asked him for space two weeks ago, just sitting at Scott’s, waiting for your call.

“Okay sweetheart, I won’t be long”, he hesitated before continuing, “I love you.”

You couldn’t say it back, not until you knew where you stood, not until you knew what you wanted to do about your marriage.

“I know you do Chris.”

♡ Part Three: Bewildered Heart

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fickle-tiction · 3 years

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Heaven or Hell?

Most people looked at Bruce Wayne and saw a stoic man that was always serious, stiff, and solemn. He rarely joked, and his smiles were few and far between. You'd be more likely to get a blank stare than a grin out of Bruce Wayne; more likely to get your hand smacked away with a growl when you put it on his shoulder, than have him subtly lean in with the smallest smile quirking his lips.

Most people weren't Clark Kent.

It started out simple enough, as most friendships do. Bruce tried to kill Clark with a spear made out of kryptonite; had a revelation when he found out Superman grew up on a farm in Kansas with a mother and father; let Superman live; saved Superman's mom from a psycho with a flamethrower; fought beside him to defeat an alien human hybrid; watched him die; watched from the shadows as he was buried; felt immeasurable guilt; gathered four other people to defeat another alien; figured out a way to bring Clark back to life; raised him from the dead; fought beside him to save the world again; bought the bank that foreclosed on his family home; etc, etc, etc..

You know; simple.

After all of that, their friendship was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before they fell for each other.

For Clark, it all started the first time he made Bruce smile. It had felt like he was walking on air, a feeling he was infinitely familiar with. He didn't think it was possible to feel any better than that; and then he made Bruce laugh. Clark can't even remember what he said, but it had clearly caught Bruce off guard and he let out a surprised laugh, eyes crinkling just so around the edges, and that solidified it. Clark was a goner.

"Oh, so you can laugh." Clark had joked, grinning at Bruce as the latter tried to school his expression back to it's emotionless mask. It was a good thing Bruce couldn't hear his heartbeat, because it felt like the thing was going to burst out of his chest, and he knew right then that he'd do anything to hear that laugh again.

"Only when people are funny." Bruce knew he said something wrong when Clark's smile grew.

"You think I'm funny?" Clark asked, reminding Bruce of an excited puppy as he leaned in close with a big grin on his face.

"Don't let it go to your head, Smallville." Bruce said, rolling his eyes and forcing down another smile at Clark's goofy expression.

Unbeknownst to Clark, Bruce was just as smitten as he was. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he fell for Clark, it was just a series of small things that culminated in what Dick called a "massive crush", Alfred called "infatuation", and what Bruce called "a bad idea". Bruce cherished his friendship with Clark too much to ruin it by selfishly talking about his feelings, so he resolved to stuff his emotions deep down inside and just savor his friendship.

Let it be known, Bruce Wayne may be an actual genius, but that didn't make him smart.

"How did you talk me into this again?" Bruce asked as a bowl of popcorn was deposited into his lap. Clark plopped down on the couch next to him and earned a glare from Bruce as he just barely managed to keep the popcorn from spilling all over the couch.

"I called Dick behind your back and asked him to cover for you tonight." Clark acted like Bruce would accept that answer from just anyone. Did he not realize how lucky he was that Bruce allowed him to do things like that?

"I don't even want to know how that conversation went." Bruce muttered, looking at the microwaved popcorn in his lap as though it had personally offended him.

"Are you sure?" Clark asked, signature goofy grin in place as he took a handful of popcorn and caught Bruce's attention. "He had some--interesting--things to say."

Bruce was 90% sure Clark was bluffing. He watched Clark with narrowed eyes, as though if he looked at him long and hard enough he could read his mind.

Clark humored him for a few seconds before huffing and shaking his head, dropping it. "Have some popcorn."

"I don't--" Bruce was cut off when Clark popped two kernels into his mouth. Bruce glared him as he reluctantly closed his mouth and chewed, scowling when Clark had the audacity to flutter his eyelashes at him.

"You're lucky you're invulnerable-"

"-To your charm?"

Bruce rolled his eyes and looked away, blatantly trying to hide the quirk of his lips. "Just put the movie on."

Clark hit play and they both settled in to watch Annihilation. Clark tried to get Bruce to eat more popcorn, but the stubborn billionaire refused, so Clark made quick work of the snack so he could get rid of the bowl. It had nothing to do with the fact that he wanted an excuse to sit minutely closer to Bruce without anything in between them. Nothing at all.

The two main characters are in bed together, Natalie Portman's character was teasing Oscar Issacs's and Oscar started tickling her, when Clark turns to Bruce with what Bruce is sure Clark thinks is an innocent smile. Bruce eyes him warily, having a feeling that that smile couldn't mean anything good for him. Call it intuition.

"Hey Bruce," Clark asked, looking like he was just dosed with The Joker's smiling gas. Bruce quirks an eyebrow in question. "Are you ticklish?"

"Am I ticklish?" Bruce repeats, looking at Clark like he'd just grown an extra head. Clark nods, excited, and brings his hand up to rest lightly on Bruce's ribcage. "I trained with The League of Shadows for seven years." Every instinct he had was screaming at him to slam his arm down and knock Clark's hand away, but that was ridiculous. He ignored the urge, leaving his left arm stretched along the back of the couch. "They taught me how to withstand literal torture."

"That's great." The way Clark said it made Bruce bristle, as though he were being mocked. "So...are you ticklish?"

Bruce only just refrained from rolling his eyes. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" Clark shook his head, his hand not moving from it's spot on Bruce's ribcage. "I don't know." Bruce admitted, his fight or flight instincts kicking into overdrive as Clark's impossibly wide smile turned sinister, for lack of a better word. "But I sincerely doubt it."

"Oh," Clark breathed, smiling turning predatory. "This is going to be fun."

Bruce had every intention of asking Clark how old he was, but Clark chose that moment to start rhythmically scratching his fingers over Bruce's ribs. Bruce clamped down on the smile that instantly tried to spring to his face. He held himself very still and refused to curl into a ball as Clark brought his other hand up to Bruce's right side and started giving it the same treatment.

"I can tell you want to laugh." Clark teased, stroking his fingers up and down either side of Bruce's ribs. "Just give in." It didn't escape Clark's notice that, had anyone dared try something like this, Bruce would have rained hell down on them.

"I-" Bruce's breath hitched as Clark's fingers danced down to the sides of his stomach. "-don't know what you're talking about." HIs voice sounded strangled as he fought to keep his breathing even. His left arm was still stretched out along the back of the couch, his right arm resting on the arm of the couch. Both of his hands were balled into fists, knuckles white as he refused to give in and shove Clark away.

"The sooner you laugh, the sooner this ends."

"This doesn't bother meeee--" Bruce sucked in a sharp breath, muscles tensing as his brain screamed at him to clamp his arms down. Clark had buried his fingers into Bruce's armpits without any warning, and was now slowly wiggling his fingers into the exposed hollows.

"Oh? Does this bother you?" Clark asked, amused at how red Bruce's face was turning as he clearly fought to keep his arms were they were.

"Hnh." Bruce grunted, biting his lower lip as a smile was forced out of him.

"Oh, right." Clark was now lightly tickling at the underside of Bruce's left arm, and Bruce was regretting wearing a t-shirt. He never wore t-shirts, why had he chosen to wear one today? (Because Clark asked him to dress casual "Regular people casual, B, not billionaire casual" and Bruce apparently couldn't say no to Clark.) "You can withstand torture, this is probably a piece of cake for you."

Bruce would have loved nothing more than to throw a withering glare Clark's way, but he knew looking at him would make him break. Instead, he chose to snap his eyes shut, thinking he could block out the sensation of Clark's fingers dancing their way over his collarbones.

That decision brought about Bruce's downfall.

Instead of blocking out the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut just amplified the feeling of Clark's fingers gently swirling abstract shapes over Bruce's collarbone. Without thinking, Bruce tried to squirm away from Clark's fingers, slipping down the couch cushions in an attempt to escape.

"Where are you going?" Clark laughed, letting up on his teasing touches.

Bruce cracked an eye open, ready to tell Clark off. His retort died on his lips at the look Clark was giving him. Deciding to finally listen to his fight or flight response, Bruce took off.

Well.

He meant to take off.

Clark chose that moment to become a cheating bastard and used his superspeed to gather Bruce up into his arms.

"Clark, wait-" Clark was sitting on the couch still, but now Bruce was sat between his spread legs, his back pressed firmly to Clark's chest. Clark's arms were wrapped around him in a solid cross body hug that Bruce couldn't wiggle out of.

"For what?" Clark asked, eyes twinkling with mischief as Bruce licked his dry lips.

"Uh-" Was Bruce's eloquent response.

Deciding he'd teased him enough, Clark finally went in for the kill. He dug his fingers into Bruce's ribs, fingers wiggling wildly. All the light and teasing touches from earlier were gone as he made it his mission to pull laughter right out of Bruce's soul.

Bruce tried to fight against his laughter, he really did. He bit his lip, trying to curl his body inwards, but Clark easily held him in place. Once Clark started lightly squeezing his sides Bruce's carefully construed walls came crashing down; though one could argue his walls had come down long ago, since he allowed Clark to get him into this situation in the first place.

"Cla-hahahahaha-ark" Bruce laughed, the dam breaking as deep guttural laughter was pulled from him. He made a sound of protest when Clark squeezed the spot just above his hipbones, his body jerking as much as it could in Clark's arms.

"That's a good spot, huh?" Clark asked, undeterred as Bruce shook his head as laughs wracked his body. He poked and prodded at the spot for a few more seconds, relishing in the sounds it drew out of Bruce, before letting up.

"When's the last time you laughed this hard?" Clark, ever the reporter, asked as he wiggled his fingers into random spots along Bruce's flanks as he let him catch his breath.

"I--don't know." Bruce admitted, squirming as Clark walked his fingers to the front of his stomach and tapped out a pattern on his abs.

"Did you really not know you were ticklish?" Clark asked, switching from poking to lightly scratching the skin through Bruce's t-shirt.

This new sensation caused more laughter to bubble out of Bruce as he clung to Clark's wrists in a desperate attempt to get him to stop. "No." He gasped out, doing his best to squirm away as Clark dared to slip his fingers under Bruce's shirt to tease bare skin.

"No, don't do this; or no, you didn't know?" Clark asked, mentally noting that Bruce easily looked ten years younger when he laughed.

Bruce had a feeling that talking only made the sensations worse, but he also had a sneaking suspicion that Clark wouldn't let up if he didn't answer his questions. "Bo-hahahahahaha-both?!"

It was endearing how Bruce was still trying to answer him, even as he tried to squirm out of his own skin. Clark only wished he could see Bruce's whole face, instead of just glimpses of the sides when Bruce managed to wriggle slightly in his grip.

"Well, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you discover your best spots?" Clark asked, switching positions in an actual blink of an eye.

Bruce let out an involuntary gasp as Clark deposited him onto the couch, stretched out on his back, with Clark settling down onto his hips.

"A really good one." Bruce said earnestly, hands held up in front of himself to ward off Clark's wandering fingers. Bruce fought with a smile, eyes sparkling as Clark grinned down at him. "That's enough." He said, trying to channel as much Batman into his voice as he could as he eyed the fingers that were about to descend on him.

"Oh, are we using our hero voices?" Clark asked, stomach somersaulting as Bruce's eyes met his own. "In that case," He switched into his Superman voice "Tell me Batman, does this tickle?"

Bruce laughed at the absurdity of that statement, but then ten fingers descended on his torso and he was laughing for a very different reason.

"You are-" Bruce paused, laughter making it hard to speak as Clark jammed wiggling fingers into his armpits. "--so-hohohohohoho- fu-hahahaahhahahaha-fucking dead!"

"It's cute how you try to keep up that bravado while you're being tickled." Clark's ears turned pink when he realized what he said, and he tickled harder to cover it up.

"I-hihihihihi- i am not cu-hahahahaha-cute, you di-hihihihi-dick!" Apparently, Bruce heard him.

Instead of responding to that, Clark decided to walk his fingers up over Bruce's collarbones. Bruce's shoulders hunched up at the first brush of Clark's fingers against the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Don't! Clark!" Bruce giggled and Clark's whole world came to a screeching halt for a moment. His brain short-circuited, his heart fluttered, and he felt he was in danger of passing out as the captivating sound spilled out of Bruce's mouth.

"Don't what?" Clark asked through numb lips, mesmerized not only by the sounds coming out of Bruce, but also by the pink staining his ears and cheeks.

"Ti-hihihihihi-tickle my neck, you ass!"

That snapped Clark out of his daze, a sharp grin overtaking his face. "I cannot believe you fell for that." He laughed, dancing his fingers along Bruce's neck with renewed vigor.

Bruce was in hell, he was sure of it. Not only was every nerve in his body lit up like he was being electrocuted, in the best possible way, but he was giggling. In front of Clark. The gentle touches felt nice, in a maddening sort of way, but the giggling was mortifying.

Bruce tried pulling Clark's hands away, squirming out from under him, shielding his neck with his own hands, but nothing was working. Clark wouldn't budge, and when Bruce tried blocking his neck Clark just tickled at the shell of his ears. That had made Bruce squeal, and now Clark was zeroed in on them and Bruce thought he was going to go mad, in the best possible way. Every touch felt so good, yet so unbearable. He didn't know how to react, not that he really had any control over his body at this point.

Clark eased up when Bruce's laughter started getting quieter, feeling a small pang of guilt when he noticed the tears gathered at the corners of Bruce's eyes. "You okay?" He asked, resting his hands on Bruce's rapidly heaving chest as he felt his racing heartbeat.

Bruce didn't say anything, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought to get himself back under control.

"Did I go too far?" Clark asked, suddenly doubting himself when Bruce remained quiet, eyes closed, as his breathing evened out. "Shit, Bruce, I'm sorry. I--"

Bruce's eyes snapped open to see Clark hovering over him, a nervous look on his face. Without thinking, Bruce surged up and captured Clark's lips with his own. Clark let out a muffled sound of surprise, causing Bruce to pull back, thinking maybe he had misread the situation.

"Sorry," Bruce said, breathless once again. "I--"

Now it was Clark's turn to cut him off with a kiss. One hand came up to cup the side of Bruce's face, gently holding him in place. Bruce made a noise of encouragement, parting his lips in invitation as Clark deepened the kiss.

When they finally came up for air both men were smiling, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. Clark shifted off Bruce to allow the other man to sit up.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time." Bruce admitted, reaching a hand up to run it through Clark's wild curls.

"Really?" Clark asked, all but melting into the touch.

"You think I'd let just anyone pull that shit?" Bruce asked, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"I don't see why not, seeing as you can withstand literal torture and all." Clark did a passing imitation of Bruce's voice, and Bruce couldn't help but laugh.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"I don't know." Clark had that look again, and Bruce braced himself, feeling a smile already tugging at his lips. "Maybe we should practice, get your skills up to par."

"Clark." Bruce warned, hands coming up to fend him off. "just because I let you do it once, does not mean this is going to be a regular thing."

"Hmmm" Clark hummed, advancing on Bruce who, he noted, made no move to escape as Clark boxed him into the corner of the couch. "You sure about that?" He asked, leaning in and capturing Bruce's lips in a kiss.

"Positive." Bruce breathed when they broke apart.

"What if I did this?" Clark asked, kissing down the column of Bruce's neck. He purposefully dragged his lips over the sensitive skin, feeling Bruce squirm against him as he tried to stop himself from pushing Clark away.

"That's...that's good." Bruce conceded, laughing as Clark gently nibbled at the spot just behind his earlobe.

"And this?" Clark asked, teasing the delicate skin of Bruce's collarbone.

"That's good." Bruce breathed, despite his squirming. His eyes fluttered shut as Clark teased and nibbled.

"But not this?" Clark asked, wiggling his fingers quickly over Bruce's ribs and effectively breaking Bruce out of his stupor.

"No, you ass!" Bruce laughed, once again squirming beneath him and trying to push his hands away.

The night went on like that, with Clark teasing and kissing Bruce in all the right spots, only to start tickling him wildly a second later. Bruce wasn't sure if he loved or hated it, but he knew he never wanted it to stop.

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wolferine · 3 years

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Forgiven

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: One-shot sequel to my “Unforgivable” series. After being paralyzed in an accident, Natasha reunites with her lover who caused the accident in the first place.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, language

Word count: 2300

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AN: This one’s for you, @allhailthelesbian! :)

You do not have to read the previous story to follow this one!

Something shifts in your arms and you instinctively tighten them, feeling a tickle of hair across your nose.

“Y/N,” Natasha whispers, “You squeeze me any harder and I’m gonna choke to death.”

“Huh?” You loosen your arms and open your eyes, finding your red-haired, green-eyed beauty staring back at you.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Good morning.” You close your eyes again and press your foreheads together.

“Ready for a workout?” she asks.

You chuckle. “It’s been a while since I’ve done one of those.”

She traces her finger over your bicep. While you’ve lost some weight in the past few months, you’ve still got some wiry strength, but you know you have some catching up to do.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” she says. “But my legs don’t even work and I’m not using that as an excuse.”

“Okay, okay,” you sigh. “Five more minutes?”

“Fine. Only because I need your help getting to the bathroom, anyway.”

“Oh.” Your eyes fly back open. Although Natasha’s been living with her condition for more than six months, it’s still your first week back with her and sometimes you forget her needs are different than before you left. “I can just get up now—” you start.

“It’s fine,” she says, pushing you back onto the bed as you try to sit up.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Ask me again in five minutes.” She snuggles closer to you and her breath is hot against your collarbone. You close your eyes again and feel her touch the starburst of a scar on your cheek from where her bullet had struck your face.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“When I fired my gun, I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” she says. “I just wanted to distract you. But then my bullet bounced off the pole and hit you in the face.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, knowing you’ve done far worse to her. A minor blemish was nothing compared to losing control of your legs.

Ten minutes later, Natasha announces she needs to use the bathroom. You sit up without being told twice and pick her up bridal-style, carrying her into the bathroom. Tony had made some modifications, such as adding handlebars near the toilet and inside the shower and lowering the medicine cabinet for easier access.

“Can you bring my wheelchair in? So you don’t have to keep carrying me back and forth,” Natasha asks as you help situate her on the toilet.

“I don’t mind,” you say.

“But I do,” she says.

Without argument, you move her wheelchair from the bedroom to the bathroom. “Holler if you need me,” you say, closing the door and going to change into a tank top and shorts. When you’re done, you hear water running in the sink and can’t help asking, “Everything okay in there?”

“Uh-huh! Jus’ brushin’ my teef!”

“Okay! Take your time.” You don’t want to be overbearing but you want to be ready to help when she needs it. Tony had talked to you about how independent she was; she insisted on learning how to do everything for herself, not liking the help of caregivers or nurses.

Obviously, she was more comfortable asking you for help than a stranger, but you knew her well enough to know that she hated showing any signs of vulnerability, even if she really needed help.

Natasha rolls out of the bathroom and you trade spots with her, using the toilet and brushing your teeth. When you come out, she’s by the closet with her back towards you. She has on a workout shirt and struggles to pull a pair of shorts up her legs.

“Do you need some help?” you ask. Tony had told you to always ask first instead of jumping right in.

“Yes, please.” Natasha sighs. The shorts are hooked around her feet. “It’s…It’s a little hard for me to reach sometimes.”

“That’s okay.” You kneel and shimmy the shorts over her knees.

“Can you pick me up so I can pull them on?” she asks.

“Sure.” You wrap your arms under hers and gently lift her high enough for her to pull the shorts up to her hips.

“Thanks.” You set her back down and help her put her shoes on. “All ready?”

“Let’s go.”

You go down to the Avengers’ state-of-the-art gym, containing every single piece of workout equipment you’re humanly aware of. There are weights up to the ton and a 12-foot deep Olympic-sized swimming pool.

“What did you have in mind today?” you ask as you walk next Natasha. She rolls suspiciously close to the swimming pool and you wish you could squeeze yourself on the other side of her to make sure she doesn’t fall in.

“Leg day,” she says.

“Huh?”

“Kidding!” Natasha laughs when suddenly, her wheelchair catches on the end of a loose pool noodle someone had left out and she launches from her wheelchair into the pool. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, you would’ve cried from laughter, but instead your heart drops to your feet and you jump into action—literally.

“Nat!” you scream, diving in headfirst. Underwater, you open your eyes, letting the chlorine burn into them, and see the blurry shape of Natasha bobbing up to the surface. You swim towards her and when lift your head to take a breath, you find her howling in laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” you ask, coughing up a mouthful of water.

“I’ve been swimming every day since the accident, babe,” she says, doing a much better job of treading water than you. And she doesn’t even have use of her legs. “I’m not going to drown.”

“Well, I might.” Your head dips under and you swallow a mouthful of water. Natasha wraps her hand around your arm and yanks you up.

“Seriously?” she asks.

“Haven’t…swam…in a while,” you choke.

“So, you thought you could jump in and save me when you can barely save yourself?” Natasha shakes her head, but admires your blinding love for her. She drags you over to the wall and grabs the pool noodle. “Use this.”

You bend the noodle under your arms, grateful for the moment of rest.

“Okay, let’s go do a few laps now!” She paddles away before you can protest. Grudgingly, you kick after her.

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An hour later, you’re so exhausted you can barely walk and you’re tempted to ask Natasha if she’ll let you sit on her lap while you go back up to your room.

“Shower together?” Natasha asks, and there’s a hint of shyness in her voice.

“Sure.” You’ve already seen there’s plenty of room for the both of you. First, you get Natasha settled into her shower chair before you turn around and take your dripping workout clothes off.

It’s the first time she’s seen you naked since you left. Her eyes trace over the visible bones of your ribs and the scars crisscrossing your back. There’s a burn in the shape of a triangle on the back of your left shoulder, where Hammer had tried to brand you with his logo. Because he didn’t see you as a person, but his property.

Natasha knows that although she’s had a difficult past six months, you had been in your own hell.

You turn towards her and see the sadness in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

She doesn’t say anything and offers her hand, pulling you into the shower. You turn on the water, removing the showerhead from the wall to spray over the both of you. There is nothing sexual in any of your actions as you help each other shampoo your hairs and wash your bodies. However, the closeness is still intimate and comforting.

Afterwards, you both dry off and get dressed, going into the kitchen for breakfast. Falling back into a routine with your girlfriend—even after six months—is the easiest thing you ever did. But even though it’s almost like you never left, things aren’t exactly the same, and you want to make up for the lost time as much as you can.

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When lunchtime rolls around, Natasha suggests taking you to your favorite diner. You haven’t driven a car in six months, so you’re a little nervous when you go down to the garage, until Natasha insists that she’ll drive instead. She takes you over to her black Corvette Stingray, which never fails to make you whistle.

You help her into the driver’s seat, noticing the specialized hand control Tony installed so she could work the pedals with a hand lever. You make a mental note to thank him again for being so generous in caring for your girlfriend in your absence. When you sit in the passenger seat, it feels just like old times.

“Don’t crash,” you tease.

“Oh, please,” Natasha scoffs. “I can’t even use my legs and I’m still a better driver than you.”

“Ouch.”

You watch as she expertly maneuvers the steering wheel with her left hand while her right hand pushes and pulls on the handle for the brake and gas pedal.

“You look so badass,” you say.

She looks at you and smiles. “I know.”

“I think I’ll just have you drive me around from now on.” You close your eyes and relax in the seat.

When you arrive at the diner’s parking lot, Natasha skips over the blue handicapped stalls and parks across from them.

“You don’t want to park there?” you ask, pointing to an empty blue stall.

She shakes her head. “Maybe someone else needs it more than me,” she says. “After all, they don’t have you to carry them around.” She tries to make a joke out of it, but you can tell she’s a little embarrassed. It’s also the reason she’s so hesitant to drive her Corvette around: most people who see it assume she’s a jackass trying to take advantage of a handicapped spot.

She’s had people scratch her doors and leave ugly notes on the windshield. One time, before she even had the chance to get out of the car, a group of people had gathered at her door to cuss her out. Their red faces of embarrassment and stuttered apologies when Tony helped her into her wheelchair was something she would never forget.

You get her wheelchair out of the trunk and set it next to her door, helping her into it. Inside the restaurant, the waitress removes one of the chairs at your table so Natasha can sit next to you. You don’t even bother looking at the menu, knowing exactly what you want.

You end up finishing all of your food and Natasha’s leftovers, and she can only laugh at your appetite.

“Hammer didn’t you feed you enough?” she teases.

“I’m pretty sure the stuff he gave me can’t even be counted as food,” you respond.

“Before we go home, I want to take you somewhere special,” she says as you leave the restaurant. “I visit it once a week.”

“Let’s do it.”

She drives you to a high school. But since it’s the weekend, the parking lot is empty except for a few cars. Natasha takes you inside. As you go down the hall with her, she grabs onto your hand.

“You don’t need both hands to roll?” you joke.

“I just like being close to you,” she says. Her wheelchair is at the perfect height that you don’t have to strain your shoulder lower to hold her hand. She directs you into a classroom, and when you step inside, you see some people already there.

They’re all in wheelchairs.

You suddenly feel angry at Natasha for bringing you here. Was she trying to make you feel even more guilty for what you had done to her? These people were all going through their own pain, and here you were having caused that exact same pain to your own lover.

“Hey, everyone,” Natasha says with a confidence in her voice you haven’t heard yet. “This is my partner I’ve told you all about, Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N!” they chorus. You cringe, wondering how much of yourself Natasha told them. Some of them are like her, paralyzed from the waist down, while others move their wheelchairs around by blowing into tubes or pressing a remote hanging from their necks.

You move out to the hallway and Natasha follows you.

“Why did you bring me here?” you whisper, your stomach churning. You feel like you’ve intruded on something private, something you don’t have the right to be a part of. “What were you thinking—”

“Please stay,” she begs. “They’re all my friends, and some of them bring their partners along, too. It’s not an exclusive club or anything. We tell stories and learn how to get through things together.

“My condition changed everything for me, but it’s also a change for you. I want to make sure you get the support you need. Because there’s not just two of us in this relationship anymore,” she continues, and you raise your eyebrow. “It’s me, you, and my condition.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m your burden or you’re my caregiver. I’m still the same as I always was. I can’t do everything myself and I might need your help. It’s just a different kind of help than before.”

You kneel and cup her face. “I love you, Nat. I’ll be here for you, whenever and whatever you need,” you promise.

She leans forward to kiss you. “I know.”

And with that kiss, you feel her forgiveness wash over you, cleansing you of the guilt and trauma of what you did. She had already forgiven you, a long time ago. You couldn’t continue to be so hard on yourself if you wanted the relationship to work.

You know it won’t be an easy journey, and it’s only the beginning, but with Natasha by your side again, you feel completely unstoppable.

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AN: I was definitely nervous writing this as I have little experience working with people with paralysis, so I did some research and hope I did it justice! If there’s anything out of place, please let me know. :)

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untaemedqueen · 3 years

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SandB Series

Alpha Werewolf!Taehyung x Mate!Reader

Chapter 12.

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Smut, Angst

Warnings: Feelings of Inadequacy, Use of Oc's Powers, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praise, Lactation Kink, Sexual Acts Involving Jeongguk, Jimin, Yoongi, Use of The Term: Bitch, Pregnancy Kink, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Knotting, (Minor) Jungkook Handjob, Cream Pie

Being in Summit is eye opening on levels you never thought you would begin to grasp.

It's not just discovering you have powers, it's seeing how these two species you once considered mythological act around each other.

Even how they act within their own groups.

You've come to understand recently, or feel more accurately, that the Fae do not actually like the werewolves. In fact, there's a film of hatred that pours from their territory into the wolves.

It's shocking in all honesty, how do they keep up the charade? How do they keep the wolves from not knowing their fervent hatred?

It astounds you almost everyday.

What you've also come to realize is how different packs are than the one you're in.

Yes, even though you're a human, you've been told very rigorously by the servants that you are indeed still a part of the pack.

With your mate being pack Alpha, it seems that you're also held to a higher standard than all the other wolves in this group.

You can feel constant judgement from other female werewolves when you pass them in the streets or when they just pass by you on a whim.

Sylai, a female Omega you've been spending time with almost as much as Namjoon has been, seems to know all the hot gossip at the drop of a hat. However, she is timid and skittish at times whenever your best friend Alpha is around.

The pretty Omega is always quick to tell you why you're an outcast here and although you shouldn't be upset about it -- you almost always are.

You've come to terms with the fact that werewolves don't normally find their mates in humans, you've heard it from Taehyung's lips on more than one occasion, but you didn't think it would disgust others as much as it does.

When you've had the chance to view other packs, they seem to operate on levels of hierarchy you've never seen before.

The Alphas are always on top, the Betas a close second and the Omegas, most times, are treated like play things. Which is why you can understand that Sylai makes herself so small around Joon.

When you've been able to see other Alphas mates, they're very accommodating and docile. They're almost always pregnant which you understand and they bow to their Alphas every wish.

Sometimes you recall your past fights with Taehyung and lump forms in your throat. You can remember how he wished that you would just listen sometimes or not make comments and it truly makes you wonder… what if you aren't right for him?

You feel strong, thick muscled arms curling around your waist as you stare at the other packs down below your bedroom balcony.

"Hi, beautiful," your mate whispers, spreading his hand over your small belly.

"Hi," you breathe, letting your eyes flutter shut.

He's been away a lot recently, most because of the High Council asking his opinions of what to do with the rabid werewolves still at large -- including his parents.

"I missed you, baby girl." he coos, drifting his lips slowly over your mate mark.

You hum in agreement, running the tips of your fingers over his arms.

He peeks over your shoulder to look down at the random pack near the forest's edge.

He watches the Alpha snarl and snap his teeth at a Beta when he gets to close to his mate. Your fiance chuckles, burying his face in your hair.

"What's funny?" you inquire softly.

"Betas don't know how to behave sometimes," he replies, lifting the hem of your shirt to caress your growing belly.

Sometimes you feel completely out of your element and this feeling has been growing ever since you found out you're one of the Fae.

Maybe it's because you feel like you don't even know yourself anymore. You don't know who you are or who you should be.

The soothing scent of pine and musk breeches your senses once more and you allow yourself to be calmed by your mate at this very moment.

"Sylai has been spending a lot of time with Joon." you comment to him.

He hums in agreement, wanting to ignore his Alpha duties for just one minute of the day. If he accepts this fact, then his wolf will have to welcome someone new into the pack and he would just rather have these moments alone with you.

"I've seen it." he murmurs, pulling you closer to his body.

"Are you going to let her join your pack?" you ask, turning around to him.

You really like Sylai and you would really appreciate more female company around.

"Probably, Joon deserves to be happy." he answers, not wanting to dive head first into the matter.

"I mean, she's really sweet. I think she would be good for your pack."

The words 'your pack' don't sit right with your mate for a second. And he voices it openly as he pulls you over to the bed. "Why do you keep saying that? You keep saying 'your pack'? It's our pack. You're my mate, you're in this pack too." he inquires with a raised eyebrow, sitting down on the bed.

He pats his lap, leaning back on his elbows and like always you straddle him immediately.

"Well, I'm not a wolf. I'm a Fae or… just human so…"

He can smell your timidness, he can hear your heart hammering with worry and his wolf suddenly feels protective.

"What's wrong, baby?" he whispers, dragging his thumb over your lower lip.

You shake your head slightly, running your fingers over his tight black t-shirt that seems to hug each and every sinewed muscle on his chest and stomach.

"Hey now," he breathes, flipping you over so you're laying down beneath him.

You don't make eye contact with him, you don't so much as look above his stomach as he lays down beside you.

"Y/N?" he murmurs, kissing your temple.

It's stuffy in the room, you've come to realize or it just feels that way with his prodding questions.

"Y/N?" his voice is more forceful and you're just embarrassed to speak.

Werewolves aren't known for their patience. They need to know what's wrong, why this is happening and how to immediately fix it or there's very little in the world that will calm them down until the problem is solved.

The growl Taehyung emits throughout the room is a warning to you. It's a warning for you to speak up.

But you've seen Alphas immediately give in to their mates when they bare their necks. So you do so as well.

Taehyung's heart clenches in the recesses of his chest and he can almost scoff at your meekness. "Don't do that," he breathes, nuzzling your neck with his nose.

"Where's my spit fire mate today? What's wrong, baby?" he gasps, burying his face into neck.

"I'm sorry," you bleat.

"Sorry? Sorry for what? You're perfect, baby."

Your fiance can quite literally feel his heart panging with worry. He can hear some of your thoughts like you're screaming in the quiet room.

Inadequate

Unaccepted

Different

Human

Disgrace

"No, baby, no." he hisses, turning your face to look at him.

When your eyes don't meet his, he can only swallow thickly.

"I love you, baby girl." he promises, drifting his lips over your jawbone.

"I love you too." you mumble, looking down at your engagement ring.

"If-If you wanted to get another mate… maybe a wolf… I would understand."

The sharp breath Tae takes between his teeth, makes you shudder beside him. "Don't you dare, ever, suggest something like that. You're my soulmate, do you understand? You're my woman. My mate. I don't want anyone else, I could never be with anyone else."

"I'm not a wolf," you explain, turning to face him.

"So?! What does that have to do with anything?" he scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Well, most other wolves are disappointed that I'm a human. I'm not-"

"Who fucking cares about those newborn pups?! Who cares what the fuck they think?! They aren't in my pack and they aren't my mate!" he curses, sitting up and carding his fingers through his silver mullet.

You can see his chest vibrating with growls and snarls. You know you're pushing him to the edge but you just can't help it -- your insecurities are trumping everything right now.

"Are you embarrassed of me? Embarrassed of our children? Our pups?" Taehyung inquires, looking at you with hardened blue eyes.

"No," you reply, turning your body away from him.

"Then what is going on in that head of yours? You feel inadequate? Because wolves look at you differently?"

You stay silent, squeezing your eyes closed.

"Answer me, Y/N." he urges, running his hands over your back.

"They...They just look at me like I'm a disease or something. Like I'm not worthy of being with you. And… I don't want to be a burden to you or your pack."

He scoffs loudly, hooking his arm around your body and pressing his chest flat to your back.

"I don't care about others. You're not a disease. You're not a burden. You're mine. You're my beautiful, precious, headstrong mate who is just as much a part of my pack as Guk or Jin." he breathes.

When your silence bleeds throughout the room, he doesn't think he can stomach it for another second.

His canines drop out of instinct and he clamps his teeth softly down on your mate mark. If you were a wolf, you would be arching back into him needily already but it grounds him to know that things aren't so easy.

Yeah, you're stubborn and reflexive but you're his. And he loves that so much that if the Earth was crumbling he wouldn't care as long as you're in his arms.

Taehyung lifts the hem of your shirt, cupping your small belly. "I don't need anyone else but you, Y/N. You're a fierce woman and I count myself lucky to know you and to have you as mine."

"I'm sorry… I was just embarrassed… I don't want to burden anyone." you hiccup, looking down at his hand.

"Never, baby. You're never a burden." he promises, pulling the straps of your tank top down.

From your belly to your clothed core, his hand digs beneath the band of your leggings.

"Why would I want a meek little wolf when I can have a fierce fairy in my bed." Tae quips, turning you flat on your back.

Your breath hitches and you gasp gently when his fingers part your lower lips.

"T-Tae," you whimper, allowing him to position you as he sees fit.

As he climbs above you, his eyes roam over your body as if you're prey and you can't help the excitement that begins to bleed from your pores.

"Do a little magic for me, babe," he quips, kissing down your neck.

Snapping your fingers, you relish in the deep growl he gives when you both are stark naked.

"Pretty girl," he drolls, palming both of your breasts in hand.

When your nipples begin to bead milk, he can almost surely feel his knot twitching to expand already.

"I love you." his voice is a purr that echoes throughout your limbs.

"I love you too."

The kiss he captures you in is passionate and heated. You can feel the sharp points of his teeth raking over your bottom lip until your aching with need at your center.

"Flip over for me, my wolf wants to show you how loved you are." he coos, suckling at your nipple.

Flipping over onto your front, you perch your ass in the air for him and the complete sense of dominating ripples through your mate.

His eyes harden over, pupil dilating as he stares at the puckered mate mark that scars your skin.

"My bitch is so pretty full of my pups," the Alpha growls, knocking his forehead against your temple.

His movements are fluid and firm, spreading your legs to situate himself between them.

The head of his cock glides through your now sodden folds and you quiver with anticipation.

"Alpha, please," you beg, lowering your forehead to the pillow.

His sharpened nails dance over your spinal column, purring at how submissive you sound beneath him.

"What is it my pretty mate? You're aching? You need Alpha's big cock in you? Want me to split you open so well you don't even remember your own name?" he prods, rutting his cock to your core.

"Yes! I need it!" you preen.

His hands grip onto your hips, massaging the flesh within his large, warm grip.

"Well, if that's what you need," he hums, entering you in one intrusive motion.

Your mouth drops open into a silent scream, your hands fumbling to grip the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

This sex is primal and mind shattering -- and everything you need.

Taehyung can hear your thoughts screaming once more and he's pleased with what he hears this time.

More.

Complete.

Mine.

Ours.

Nuzzling your neck, he lets your cunt accept the intrusion of his large cock. He takes to caressing your three month pregnant bump to distract you.

"That's it, baby. You look so gorgeous stuffed with my cock inside your pregnant pussy." he mumbles against your ear.

You can feel his muscles contorting and hardening against your back.

"I would never love someone like I love you. I would never wish to be buried in someone like this, baby girl. Let them talk all the shit they want, because you're the one that gets this hard cock at night." he growls, rolling his hips for you to feel every inch of his cock within you.

Your mouth waters and a sharp moan emits from you at the feeling.

"No one takes my knot but you. And no one would ever take it so well."

Taehyung lets his prideful thoughts bleed past his lips because he knows you need to hear them. He knows you need the assurance. And he may be Alpha, but he's a slave to your love first and foremost.

When he pulls his length almost all the way out, your body sings with hot pleasure -- it's every thick vein and ribbed muscle along his cock that gets your mind numb.

"Only my beautiful mate," he thrusts back in to prove his point, "gets fucked stupid by my cock."

Your back arches, his name falls from your lips like a prayer and you don't even have the strength to lift your head up and look back at him.

He creates a dazing, relentless pace, fucking you just hard enough to keep you babbling but not hard enough to get your orgasm to approach.

He's proving a point. He's making you his again and again with every thrust.

His canines sharpen longer and they clench down on your mate mark just hard enough for you to feel a sting sing through you.

"Hey, Tae-" the door is thrust open and you can barely focus on who's just intruded but your mate just chuckles against you.

"Come in and sit." he orders, pushing your hair away from your mate mark.

His fingers glide over your distending skin, kissing down your back with soft, open mouth pecks.

"My mate thinks she's not enough for our pack." he announces and fuzzily you can hear murmurs of shock.

"She thinks she's not worthy of my knot and my pups," he growls, fucking into you harder.

"Tae!" you whine, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

"But she's a pretty bitch that still bends to my will," he coos, focusing on how much of your arousal has coated his long, thick length, "Yoongi, come."

He pulls you up by your shoulders, pressing you up against his chest with a snarl.

Yoongi sits before you, not knowing where to look but licking his lips hungrily.

"You want him to suckle? You want our pack to need you, bitch? Is that it? You want your scent all over all of them? To show these filthy mutts who live in this city that you're a queen amongst mongrels?" he inquires, kissing the shell of your ear.

You don't know what's driving you, you don't know if it's the insanely arousing thought of being above everyone else or it's the thought of being on top of this pack. But the sharp 'yes' you moan out has Yoongi growling with anticipation.

"Feed," he orders the Beta.

You gasp loudly at the foreign feeling of Yoongi's lips against your puffy nipple. You adore how his eyes screw shut at the taste of you. His hands grip onto your sides and you're lost for words when he ruts his clothed hard cock against your thigh.

"See, my beautiful mate, you're above all here." Taehyung coos, pressing his hand to the apex of your thighs and rubbing smooth circles to your swollen clit.

"Jimin." Taehyung calls and you hear the earnest whimper of your best friend.

"No, I don't think I should… I'm-" Jimin breathes nervously.

"Well fuck, if you won't I will," Jungkook groans, pushing Jimin out of the way.

Your head lolls back to your mate's shoulder and your vision becomes blurry with the attention your body is being given.

Taehyung knows that his wolf is sharing you for the sake of proving a point but he can't help the way his cock twitches within you as he watches Yoongi hump your leg like a dog in heat.

Jeongguk's lips on you are familiar and suddenly you can smell the forest from that fateful day when your fiance shared you with the youngest pack member.

"You gonna cum? Hmm, beautiful? I can feel your pregnant cunt trying to milk my cock," your mate growls in your ear.

The small whimpers of the wolves suckling from your breasts, sends you over the edge and Yoongi is quick to press his hands against your rib cage to keep you from falling.

"That's a good little bitch," Taehyung gasps, fucking you with a fierceness to cum inside you.

"You want it, baby? You want my cum?" he goads, kissing over your mate mark.

"Yes, please," you cry out, carding your fingers through both Yoongi and Jungkook's hair.

Jimin lets out a sharp whine, feeling conflicted on what to do. But, this probably will never happen again in his lifetime and even though you're his best friend… he's not missing this. "Fuck it," he curses, jumping onto the bed.

He eyes you wearily for a second, avoiding your stomach which he knows is solely the Alpha's property and heads straight for your swollen, over-stimulated clit.

Your mate on instinct cups your growing stomach, growling as his best friend makes his dissent.

Your body shivers like a leaf when Jimin's plush lips kiss at your bundle of nerves.

"Oh God!" you cry out, gripping onto the boy's hair harder.

Yoongi curses against your breast, pulling off your nipple to catch his breath as his shorts become sticky and slack against his golden skin.

"Fuck, baby girl. I'm cumming," Taehyung murmurs breathlessly.

The swiftness of Jimin's tongue knocks the wind out of you and you spiral into another orgasm with ears filled with white noise and eyes seeing stars.

"Shit! Y/N!" your mate growls, pulling you back roughly to his cock until you’re squirting your arousal onto his thighs.

Jungkook whimpers needily, guiding your hand to his swollen cock.

"Pup," Taehyung warns him, stilling your hips as his thrusts become erratic.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, cursing loudly when he begins to cum inside you.

His lips tremble against your mate mark when his knot begins to inflate and you can only whimper at the stretch.

"Good girl taking my cock so well," your fiance coos, pressing his index finger beneath your chin and turning your head to kiss him.

"Noona, please. God!" Jungkook whines, nuzzling his face to your breast.

Taehyung can only give a breathy laugh against your lips. "See how needed you are? Guk is going to explode if you don't help him."

Jimin pulls away from your core with innocent eyes and he kisses your forehead gently.

"I'm gonna go check on Baek and Chan." he murmurs, hopping off the bed.

Your mate's eyes follow him as he leaves the room and he doesn't appreciate the bloom of pheromones that bleed from the Omega. Almost as if he's caught feelings for you.

You haven't noticed with your attention on the youngest.

He suckles eagerly from your breast, whimpering and whining as he fucks up into your hand.

"Gonna cum, noona. Oh shit," he whines, burying his face into the valley of your breasts.

You hum sweetly, combing your fingers through his long black locks.

The warmth that explodes onto your hand is a knowing sign of the youngest's release and he cries out softly against your skin.

"Clean her up," Tae warns him and he's quick to do the Alpha's command.

You can feel your tiredness beginning to exhaust you and your mate knows it right away. "She's sleepy, let me lay her down," he whispers, laying on his side with you.

The tug of his knot has you wincing slightly but he makes up for it with his sweet kisses to the back of your neck.

"One time thing," he tells them.

Yoongi pulls at his cum covered shorts with a grimace. "Good enough for me."

Taehyung's large hand caresses over your head and he can't help but think of the scent that was drifting off Jimin in waves.

"I love you," you mumble, closing your eyes.

"I love you too baby girl. You and our pups," he replies, drifting his hand over your belly.

He knows your asleep when his breathing gets shallow and his knot finally deflates after a while.

Taehyung turns onto his back, perching his hands beneath his head as he closes his eyes. His ears perk up and he takes a sharp breath through his nose when he hears Jimin mumble across the mansion.

"I-I don't know. I just felt so-"

"Don't let Taehyung catch you talking like this! She isn't ours," Yoongi hisses to the younger Omega.

"I almost had her before Taehyung y'know, is it so wrong of me to still want her?! You all wanted her at that moment!" Jimin scoffs.

"Jimin, what we did was to help a member of our pack feel safe. You are becoming obsessed with her." Jungkook accuses.

Taehyung's eyes spring open, a deep low growl emitting through his chest. He can feel his canines and nails sharpening themselves. Gripping his shorts, he jumps out of bed with one thing on his mind -- vicious anger.

He can hear the maids and servants whispering nervously as he stalks through the wolframite hallways.

Your mate isn't in the headspace to calm anyone down at the moment, he can't possibly think of others when his wolf is yearning to tear out his best friend's jugular.

Slamming the doors to the dining room open, his eyes scan his pack before finding him.

"Oh shit," Jin mumbles, cupping his mouth.

"GET OUTSIDE!" Taehyung barks to the Omega.

The whole pack avoids eye contact even Jimin.

Taehyung is fast -- so fast that Seokjin's hair blows in the breeze he creates.

The pack Alpha grips the Omega by the neck, hurdling him over the wooden bench he's currently sitting on and dragging him towards the large glass doors that lead out to the backyard.

"Taehyung!" Jimin whines but he's quick to shut up at the feral snap of Taehyung's teeth.

"Someone go wake up Y/N! This is so bad!" Jin yelps, rushing after both of the wolves.

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deanstead · 3 years

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That’s What We’re Here For (Part 2)

Read Part 1 > here

Pairing: Will Halstead x HalsteadSister!Reader x Jay Halstead

Warnings: reference to non-con touching, harassment, angst

A/N: I got several requests for a part 2, so here it is! I’m usually quite reluctant to write a part 2 because I’m not that good at writing series/ multi-parts, but I hope this turned out well and that you all like it!

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It had been two weeks since you had come clean to Will and Jay. Jay had slept on your couch that night and walked you to your desk the next morning, growling slightly when your team leader’s eyes lingered on you.

You hadn’t missed the way Jay had casually flashed his badge either.

And indeed, your team leader hadn’t been as brazen as before, at least for the past two weeks. It was now all over the office that you had a brother who was part of CPD. Part of Intelligence.

But you felt this was too good to last – and you were right.

You looked around the empty office, which meant it was time for you to go as well. You stood and grabbed your bag as you saw the lights in his office go off as well. You felt the dread spread in your chest but turned away, hurrying out of the office and towards the lift lobby.

As luck would have it, both lifts were nowhere near your floor, the nearest one coming up to you from the ground floor – that was another twenty odd floors.

“Y/N, on your way out?” His voice sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded politely without saying anything, taking another step away from him.

“Let me walk you out.” He said, stepping closer to you again.

You swallowed, glancing back up at the numbers on the lift. “No thanks.”

Now you really weren’t sure about getting into the same lift as him. Not when there was no one else around.

“I said, I’ll walk you out.” He said, grabbing onto your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat just as the lift pinged and you felt your hand being yanked away before you could react.

The redhead standing in front of you could only be one person.

“Will.” You breathed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

Will didn’t move, his stature more than making up for anything. “Come on.” You urged, pulling him towards the lift.

Will pulled an arm around you. “You can take the next one.” He snarled, guiding you into the lift before closing the elevator door.

“You okay?” Will asked. You turned to look at your brother and you could see his clenched jaw.

You nodded, “Yeah, you were right on time. What are you doing here?”

Will smiled. “Jay’s downstairs.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” You retorted but Will just smiled, nudging you out of the lift.

You rolled your eyes. “Now, the lift is fast.”

Will just chuckled, his hand still protectively on your back as the both of you left the building.

Parked right out front was Jay’s truck, Jay leaning casually against it, smiling when he saw you. “Heya.”

You shook your head but couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. “What is this?”

“What? We can’t even take our little sister out now?” Jay asked with mock innocence as you walked towards him.

You turned back to Will to say something but froze as you saw your team leader exit the building behind your brother, stopping momentarily, his gaze lingering on you.

“Keep walking, buddy.” Jay snapped, opening the door and motioning for you to climb in.

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“So, here’s the thing.” Jay said, as he slid into the seat facing Will.

Will nodded, pushing the beer towards Jay. Jay took a swig before pushing the file towards Will. “It isn’t an active investigation so I couldn’t get everything. But it’s definitely a pattern.”

Will glanced sideways at you, where you were sitting at the bar with Stella and Sylvie, before turning back to the file that Jay had handed him.

“Son of a bitch.” Will muttered before he looked up at Jay.

Jay glanced briefly at you. “We gotta get her to report this. The chances that these girls experienced the same thing is…”

Will nodded. “Damn high.”

“I’ll see if I can convince someone to step forward. Even just one. And I’ll ask around to see if Voight or Trudy know anyone that can help. Just in case.” Jay paused. “If I could, I’d break this guy’s damn face.”

“Divide and conquer.” Will said, agreeing with Jay as they clinked their glasses together.

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You sighed as you left the office. That had gone better than you had expected.

It had taken a little over three days of Will’s constant shadowing and badgering, before you had finally agreed to report it. Although, if you were totally honest, that defining moment had been when both Will and Jay had asked you, “Where’s my brave and feisty sister gone?” that had really changed your mind about the whole thing. You hated this version of yourself.

Even then, Will wouldn’t leave you alone.

You smiled as you spotted your oldest brother sitting outside the HR office you had just exited from. Will looked up when he heard your footsteps and smiled.

“You didn’t need to wait.” You told him but Will gave you a pointed look.

“Told you I wasn’t going anywhere.” He said, putting a hand gently on the top of your head affectionately. “How did it go?”

You shrugged. “Better than I expected? But I don’t really know.”

“Let’s just wait and see.” Will reassured you as the door swung open.

You looked up, frowning in confusion as Jay walked in, Hailey following close behind with a woman you had never seen before.

“Jay? What are you doing here?”

Jay nodded at Hailey who smiled at you. “Hey Hailey.” You greeted, as she walked past you, squeezing your shoulder and guiding the woman to the reception.

“Everything went okay?” Jay asked, looking from you to Will.

You shrugged again. “We’ll see.”

Jay patted your back gently. “Whatever it is, we got you.”

You looked from Jay to Will, a wave of warmth washing over you. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Will said.

Jay nodded, “I’ll see you guys later.”

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Jay was a miracle worker.

Since you were young, he’d always been your hero. Well, both your brothers were, in different ways, and even now when all three of you were adults, somehow your brothers had managed to do the impossible. They had found others – other women who he had done the exact same thing to, some worse than others, and they had managed to convince them to come forward.

And that had been enough grounds for immediate termination.

By the time you had heard the news, his office had been emptied out and most of your team were in shock – disgusted but surprised. Except you, of course. But it was an immense load off your shoulders, it was the most comfortable you had been in the office. Ever.

You didn’t give anyone a straight answer despite the many “it’s crazy, isn’t it” or “can you believe this” questions, just shrugging and changing the topic. You didn’t need everyone to know you were that girl.

The sound of the lift reaching the ground floor broke you out of your thoughts.

You left the building, glancing at your watch, freezing when you saw a familiar figure hurtling towards you.

“It was you, wasn’t it!” He screamed.

You felt your body freeze up. A part of you wanted to scream back at him, but after so many months of swallowing down the injustice and bearing with all the humiliation, your voice stuck in your throat and your body froze.

He marched towards you. “What right do you have to ruin my career?”

You stepped backwards instinctively just as someone stepped in front of you.

“Step the hell back.” Jay snarled, enunciating each word.

He put both his hands up, taking a few steps backwards, putting more distance in between him and Jay. “Come on, she enjoyed it and now she blames me for everything and gets me fired?”

You heard Jay growl and you reacted instinctively as well, grabbing his arm. “Jay, don’t.”

Jay glanced back at you and you could see him grinding his teeth, like he did when he was seriously pissed. “He’s not worth it.” You whispered.

He chuckled darkly. “This is a public street, Officer. If you so much as touch me, I’ll bring this up with your superior officer and have your badge. Plus, if word gets out, it’ll be worse on her. I can guarantee that.” He growled threateningly.

You felt a wave of anger spread through your gut. You might have been able to hold everything back when it came to yourself but you weren’t going to let anyone talk down to any of your brothers. No way in hell.

The threat only seemed to make Jay angrier. Jay marched towards him, grabbing his collar with one hand. “You stay the hell away from her. If you so much as look in her direction ever again, I will personally make sure you’re charged for all the misdemeanors you have ever had – from parking tickets to harassment, and lock your sorry ass up.”

Jay let go of his collar with a jerk.

“By the way, it’s Detective. And my Sergeant is Hank Voight, 21st District.” Jay growled before turning away from him. “Do your worst.”

“Wait.” You spoke up, finally. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but you didn’t care.

You walked forward, stopping right next to Jay.

“If word does get out…” You paused as you saw him smirk.

“Scratch that. If I find you trying anything and I mean anything with my brothers, I promise you that I will personally make sure everyone knows what you have done, how you abused your authority to harass women who are weaker than you. I will make sure you will never get another job in America, not to mention Chicago.”

You were panting, but the words tumbled out of your mouth, the result of months of holding back. “I’d like to see you try to take my brother’s badge, you asshole.”

Jay turned to smile at you, a look only a proud older brother could have had. “There she is.”

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You smiled as you watched both Will and Jay carry the food and drinks out from your kitchen.

“Thanks.” You said as Will handed you a beer.

Jay rolled his eyes. “There she goes.”

You smiled but continued, “No, seriously. If I didn’t have the both of you, I don’t know if I could ever… what would have…” You felt the sting of tears again. “I’ve never felt this powerless in my life.” You whispered.

Jay sighed, coming around to your other side. Both he and Will didn’t say anything, instead crushing you into a warm hug, between the both of them.

You laughed. “What would I do without the both of you?”

Jay smiled. “I told you. We’re your brothers.”

“That’s what we’re here for.” Will finished.

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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I am once again asking for continuation to hero breaking villain out of prison and comfort for the villain

After so much hurt, I definitely agree that Villain deserves some comfort! I got two requests for this as well.

I might respond to this one from @starnight-whump separately though-- I'm loving writing comfort for our poor Villain! For now, they're getting some much needed physical affection.

This is a continuation from here. Part two is here and part one is here.

CW//Past trauma, medical exams, touch aversion, screaming

It was a horrible decision.

Of course it had been a horrible decision. Going to the prison in the first place had been a horrible decision, so had accepting Leader's offer to 'view' one of their caged up zoo animals. The whole night had been a series of one mistake after another.

And now...

Now Hero stood outside an apartment door, chest fluttering with a mix of nerves and embarrassment, the likes of which they had not felt for a very, very long time. A half-limp body was tucked against their chest, weak hands gripping their shirt like a lifeline. That was the only thing Villain had done for the whole walk here-- held onto Hero's shirt, head buried in their shoulder.

With a nervous flick of their tongue over their lips, Hero reached forth, knocking on the door. Villain shifted and struggled as the extra support was removed, but calmed once more when Hero wrapped their arm back around them.

For a few moments, there was silence.

Silence as dead as that that they had been surrounded by upon escaping the vicinity of the prison. The pregnant pause of indecision.

Of course, it had been Hero's first instinct to head home. To return to their bedroom, return to where they had been before their life had been turned upon its head. There was enough room was Villain, enough food and water, assuming they still understood what those were.

But... That wasn't an option. Leader may have been a monster, but they weren't stupid. Hero's apartment is the first place they would look. If they brought Villain there, they may as well already have been recaptured.

So, Hero had come up with a Plan B.

The doorknob turned, the door nervously being drawn open.

"Hero?"

If they had had the free hand to do so, Hero would have waved, but they didn't want to risk Villain squirming around again.

So, instead, they decided to reply like an awkward idiot.

"Uh, long time no see?"

"Yyyes. Come in, come in. We can't talk out here."

Doctor retreated within their apartment, Hero hot on their heels. The door was quickly closed behind, the nervous doctor securing a number of custom-installed locks upon it.

The smell of the apartment hadn't changed one bit. A fog of heavy nostalgia threatened to take over Hero's brain. How many times had they staggered in here after a battle, before there was an Organization, before there were any real doctors to help? More times than they could count, certainly.

"Sit." Doctor insisted, and Hero certainly wasn't about to refuse. They settled onto a worn, beige sofa, dark spots showing where blood stains refused to be washed out.

Villain gripped Hero's shirt tighter.

"Okay." The doctor took a deep breath before exhaling. There was no frustration in their voice-- there never was-- but nerves made their vocal chords strain just the same. There was warmth in their expression, joy at seeing an old friend, but it was overcast. "Please don't tell me you did something stupid."

"I may have done something stupid."

"Okay. How stupid?" Doctor blinked, not waiting for an answer, before their gaze shifted to Villain. "I assume it has to do with them?"

"Yyyeah."

"What did you do?"

"I may have broken them out of prison."

A pause.

"You broke them out of prison."

"Yeah."

"I was honestly expecting something worse. That's still bad, but... Are you hurt? Are they hurt?"

"I'm fine." Hero shook their head. "As for them, I'm not sure. I haven't looked."

"Then... I mean, I'm glad you're here, but what do you need my help with?"

"I think something is wrong with them."

"Hm." Doctor hummed, gaze turning once more to Villain. "Hey, bud, what's your name?"

Nothing.

"What's your name, bud?"

Villain did not so much as twitch.

"There's something wrong with them." Hero dipped their head.

"Are they asleep?"

"No? Well, I don't think so."

"What exactly is wrong with them?"

Hero bit their lip, hand stroking along Villain's tense back. What was wrong with them? A lot of things, clearly, but what specifically? They didn't seem drugged, and they were clearly conscious, but their behavior was anything but normal.

"Um... Well, they've been locked in a soundless prison cell, alone, for over a year."

"Oh. Oh, shit."

"Which I assume is pretty bad."

"Yes, it's bad. Really, really bad."

Hero's hand stopped mid-stroke, pressing reassuringly into Villain's shoulder.

"Can you help them?" The words came out as a breathless whisper.

"I can try."

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Doctor's exam room was probably the last thing anyone would have expected to see in a tiny inner-city apartment.

It wasn't completely sterile, not like one would expect in a real hospital. The carpet had been replaced by tile, but the wallpaper and ceiling remained the same as the rest of the apartment. The metal exam table in the center contained no fancy gadgets, consisting of little more than a stainless steel slab and a pillow wrapped in plastic. At the very least, the cupboards and hanging pieces of medical equipment provided some sense of authenticity to the setup.

"We're going to need to get them onto the table." Doctor nodded, strolling into the room before shutting the door behind themself. "Do you think they can sit up on their own?"

"They were earlier."

"Then put them on the table, please. I'll need to get a better look."

Hero nodded. The limp body they carried did not seem to react to the words. They seemed so comfortable, so desperate to stay in their grasp-- but Doctor knew what they were talking about.

Prying Villain off of their shirt was an effort in and of itself. Once their grip was finally released, they hung in the air like dead weight, allowing themself to be placed on the table without fight. Not that they were aware enough to struggle-- their eyes still sat blank, like staring back at a piece of taxidermy.

"Can you see the problem?" Hero asked impatiently.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... They're acting so weird. There's gotta be something wrong with them, right? Did they hit their head? I don't see a bruise..."

Doctor looked to Hero. Why was there such pity in their gaze?

"Hero..." They exhaled. "Physically, your friend here looks fine. They could benefit from putting on a bit more weight, but otherwise..."

"They're not hurt?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Whatever is going on with them, it's in their mind. Hero, who is this?"

"It was Villain. One of the villains."

"And they were alone for so long."

Hero nodded feebly.

"Is there some kind of... some kind of medicine? Or treatment? To wake them up? To make them themself again?"

"No. No, Hero." A pitied shake of the head. "This isn't sickness. This isn't injury. This is trauma."

"Someone hurt them?"

"The opposite. Being that isolated for that long, it does something to the brain."

"They..."

"This happened slowly." This time, Doctor nodded, as though answering a question Hero hadn't even known they had. "Over months, probably. Solitude and silence, it broke them."

That was what Villain was. Not hurt, not injured, not sick. Broken. The very core of them, shattered into nothing, and without a single wound being inflicted.

They were staring at Hero. Almost. Their eyes were positioned in that direction, but they weren't looking at anything at all. There was simply nothing there.

"Can we fix it?" That was what mattered. Villain had been broken-- were there enough pieces left to put them back together again?

"We can try. But that's not going to be quick. Putting them back together, helping them, it's going to be no quicker a process than that which broke them in the first place. Right now, we need to make sure that, physically, they're okay."

"Mhm." Hero nodded, the reality of the situation beginning to sink in in all its terrible detail. "What first?"

"Medical exam. If no one has looked at them in a year... Well, we need to do that."

"Okay. What then?"

"Then, we give them a bath. And some fresh clothes. They smell terrible. But right now, I need to make sure they're okay. Keep them on the table."

"I don't think they're going anywhere soon."

"Fair." Doctor turned, rolling a metal stand out from the corner, a monitor on its top and a plastic cuff hanging from it. They positioned the blood pressure monitor next to the table, undoing the cuff and holding it in one hand. With the other, they gripped Villain's wrist-

The screaming was somehow louder this time, loud enough to make the doctor leap back in surprise. A moment after they removed their hand, it stopped, leaving Villain sobbing and gasping for breath.

Doctor looked to Hero wordlessly.

"They did that when I first touched them too. I think they're just scared. It's okay, Villain." They tried to coax. "Try again."

The doctor bit their lip, but obliged, moving forward to again place their hand-

It was a more shrill shriek, this time, like that of a dying seal.

"Okay. Okay." Doctor breathed, hands outstretched in a defensive position. "Can.. Will they let you touch them?"

Hero tentatively reached forth, a hand upon Villain's wrist. The only reaction they were met with was that of a slight twitch.

"Well." Doctor muttered. "Then there's only one way we can do this."

"What?"

"You're going to have to play doctor."

"I'm not-"

"I know. I'll guide you through it. Put the blood pressure cuff on."

"Are you sure about this?"

"What matters most is their health. What matters second most is their comfort. If this is the way they want it done, we'll do it."

Hero nodded. "Where does the cuff go?"

"Upper arm. Make sure its tight enough to stay on, but not too tight."

It was just a cuff, right? It couldn't be that hard. They took the blood pressure cuff in hand, wrapping it taut around Villain's upper arm. They twitched, but did not protest.

The machine buzzed, the cuff inflating until the surrounding parts of Villain's skin grew red. Hero felt their heart flutter, as though they should help, before the machine made a satisfied noise and released its hold.

"It's high." Doctor reported. "But within a normal range. They're scared, but not sick."

"What next?"

"Eyes. I can probably do that, it doesn't involve direct touch."

Doctor positioned themself before Villain, a small light in hand. They leaned forward, but did not touch their patient.

The light was raised to Villain's eye. For a moment, they were still, before a whimper tore itself from their throat. They closed their eyes, looking ever so slightly away as they wrapped their arms around themself.

"Hey, hey." Hero didn't even notice that they were shoving the doctor out of the way until they'd already done so. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

"Villain, it's okay. It's okay. I'm right here."

Villain opened their eyes-- for the first time, they truly opened their eyes. Wide pupils looked at Hero, quivering lips seeming as though they wanted to speak. Instead, Villain raised their arms, weakly grasping for the person before them.

Hero obliged, picking them up with ease and holding them to their chest. They relaxed in a moment.

"Uh, Doctor?" Hero flushed. "Is it okay if they spend the rest of the exam in my lap?"

Doctor bit their lip, but nodded.

"If that's what will make them the most comfortable. Hold them still, let's check their hearing next."

Hero nodded their agreement, turning Villain around so that they faced towards the doctor. With a gentle hand in their hair, they whispered:

"This is only gonna take a minute, I promise. Then you're gonna get a bath and be all warm and clean. Just hold still for me, okay?"

Villain whimpered, and leaned closer to their new caretaker.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 3 years

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Chapter 7: The Library

A/n: so this chapter has been long-awaited by some and i hope you guys enjoy it! the series will really start moving after this so i would love to hear what you guys think of the chapter! Sorry about any typos- i didn't have time to edit this with all my schoolwork this week! Tag List is Open <3

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Warnings: Cursing

WC: 2.9k

Summary: True love has never come easy; life makes sure of that. From unrequited love to missed timing, does anyone have any hope at finding success- let alone pass History at the same time? All these questions leave young people wondering….will they still love me in the morning?

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Third POV

Y/n’s eyes grew tired as words about some minuscule event in history floated off the page of her textbook. She closed her eyes, stretching her neck-the bones cracking softly as her stiff neck rolled back. The odd silence drew her attention. Curious, she took the headphones from her ears and listened. All she could hear was the sound of raindrops falling against the large windows of the library.

It became quickly clear to the girl that she was alone and the only light in the room was coming from her little desk. “Hello?” She called out. Her voice echoed out from the second floor and filling the open building. When she heard no response, she shrugged and began pacing up her things to head home.

Though there was no response to the girl’s call there was in fact one lone soul left in the university’s library. One floor directly below Y/n sat a tall and slender boy, books piled high on his desk. Changmin twirled a pen between his fingers before checking his phone. His eyes widened seeing the time. Quickly he stuffed his journals into his bag, leaving his bag only half zipped. Red tuffs of fake hair stuck out as his doll was pushed towards the top of his bag.

The boy did a backtrack wondering if he should put his books away but decided against it knowing if he kept Chanhee and his friends waiting much longer then he might not live to see the midterm. Instead, he turned around and headed for the door- backpack on his shoulder and adjusting the glasses that were falling down his nose.

It seemed fate was entirely focused on these two tonight. Only the storm clouds had a view of the girl walking down the stairs just in time to meet the boy as he stepped onto the main floor. The two shared a brief look- shocked to see another person at this hour, but continued their way to the front doors wordlessly.

Just the sight of the girl had Changmin’s hands starting a nervous sweat. He tried to focus on anything but how pretty he thought she looked with the dim light from the streetlamps outside casting streams of light over her face. As the two students grew closer to the door the sound of the storm outside grew louder. It was also easier for them to see as they neared the larger windows.

Y/n reached out for the door. Surprisingly, she found resistance as she pushed. Again the girl tried, sending an awkward smile to the boy behind her. After pushing multiple times she gave up with a sigh. “I- uh....I think it’s locked.”

“Locked?”

Changmin stepped forward and tried his hand at the closed entranced. He pushed and pulled until retreating, brows furrowed. “What you didn’t believe me?” The girl asked with a breathy laugh. Changmin’s eyes widened as he turned to face her.

“What- no! No, not all! I- I- I just...”

“I was just joking, don’t worry.” A timid smile quirked up the corner of the boy's lips. He watched as she shed her bag- placing it against the nearest row of shelves. “Should we try together?” His head moved faster than his mind could process Y/n’s words. He shed his backpack next to hers and the two turned towards the sealed doors.

In his mind, he knew that even with both of their strengths pushing, the industrial locks on the university doors would not break. “I’m Y/n, by the way.” Instead of looking at the boy, she readied herself at the door, palms pressed against the metal bar.

“Oh- I’m..uh...C-Changmin...”

“Well C-Changmin, push on three?” He nodded, finding Y/n’s smile, though small, even more enchanting up close. “One, two, three!”

The two of them pushed with all their might but to no avail. Y/n looked defeated as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket. Her delicate fingers pushed the button but the screen refused to light up.

Changmin had a similar idea. He reached for his own phone. Both of them smiled as it lit up showing the time and 11% battery left. The grin quickly fell as he realized there was absolutely no signal. Using his long limbs to his advantage he reached up searching one measly bar.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair. This was the absolute perfect way to end her already stressful and torturous day. She reached for the lamp on a nearby desk but a huge roll of thunder resonated through the building and it suddenly became even darker.

“Well, this is the beginning of a horror movie if I’ve seen one.” Changmin joked, kicking the door with a grin. His smile fell as he turned to see the fearful look on Y/n’s face.

“Dude- why the fuck would you say that!”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!” He mentally hit himself over and over. Why did he say that? There was no need to break the silence. The silence was his safety net right now. If he was silent there was absolutely no way he could appear like some weird Freakazoid to her. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, casting brief glances over at the pretty girl he had liked for so long.

The two gradually gravitated towards each other. There was really nowhere else to go. Y/n enjoyed the sound of the storm outside, letting it calm her ever-growing nerves. Changmin resisted the urge to engage in embarrassing small talk.

A bright crash of lightning brightened up the room in sheets just as Y/n’s eye fell on the two backpacks several feet away. Her scream echoed off the ceiling as she caught a glimpse of the Chucky doll peeking its head out of the boy’s bag. Instinctively, she grabbed onto the closest thing- which happened to be Changmin’s hoodie.

Heat flooded every inch of his face and he wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands so he settled for keeping them up in the air. Inside his heart was beating faster than he ever thought possible. It was like all of his senses were heightened the moment she touched him.

“What the hell is that?”

“Oh...umm...he’s my Chucky.”

“Your what?” She pulled away from him and Changmin instantly missed her touch. The girl all but laughed seeing the blush on his cheeks and his arms still raised in the air almost in surrender.

“My Chucky. You know- like from the movie...”

“Yes, I’ve seen the fucking movie!”

Nervously he adjusted his sweater before shuffling over and gently tucking his doll safely pack in his bag- out of sight from the still shaken girl. “Why are you carrying that around anyway?”

The scare had seemed to lessen the tension between both of them; though Changmin was still very aware of every word and action towards Y/n. “I was headed to a thriller marathon at my friend’s apartment after I finished some studying.” She nodded but in her mind, she wondered how if he had been studying for as long as she had, he did not have tears running down his face and a massive migraine. “I guess I just lost track of the time.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a the boy’s lopsided grin. She found it endearing how one side was always high than the other. The more he smiled at her the more she wanted to take a picture of his little quirk.

Another weighted silence fell between them. Against his better judgment, Changmin began to speak. “I don’t mean to pry...but what were you doing here so late?” For a moment Y/n had forgotten all about her troubles that had been following her for the past month and a half. A visible heaviness pressed down her shoulders.

Her back pressed against the bookshelf and she let herself slide down to the floor. “I gave up on finding a tutor last week. I was hoping some miracle would happen if I read that stupid book long enough.”

At that moment she wasn’t just the girl he had been pining after since he was in braces. Changmin saw the exhaustion. He saw the complete lack of hope. He moved his backpack- which she had sat down next to and took its place.

“What book?” He didn’t need to ask but saved her the embarrassment of telling her that he had been in the room for her lecture with Professor Jeong. Wordlessly she pulled out a book, her hand dipping in the air from the significant weight. “Ah,”

“Good ‘ah’ or bad ‘ah’?”

“I’m not sure which the situation calls for?” He said pushing up his glasses with a little smile.

Changmin’s grin grew a little wider as he heard her laugh. Even sitting in the dark, her smile seemed to fill the room with a warm glow. “At this point, I think I’m just useless.” She pressed her forehead against the cool cover of the book.

She wondered why she found herself so comfortable with this stranger. It felt easier to talk with this boy she had known for twenty minutes than to talk with her closest friends- even her parents. A small shock of something she could only describe as electricity, raced up her arm as the boy’s hand brushed hers. He reached for the book, gently taking it from her hands and opening it to the tabbed page.

“You aren’t useless, Y/n,” His words gave her comfort, wrapping around her like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. Changmin chuckled, turning the page. “However, one might find it useful to highlight only the useful information and not the entire page.”

He found it cute looking down at Y/n’s textbook. Most of the passages were marked with yellow highlighter- easy to see even in the growing darkness. Some lines were underlined in red and there were circled statements with question marks all over the page. It was evident that she was in fact trying. Actually, her notes were in more detail than his.

“I just don't understand it.”

“What?”

“All of it.”

“All of history?”

“Sure- let’s go with that.” She shrugged leaning her head back on the bookshelf.

“I think history can be confusing sometimes too.” Changmin let her textbook rest on his lap. The two of them looked out the huge windows in front of them, watching the storm rage on outside. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would light up the library. “You know, I’m in Professor Jeong’s class too.”

“You are?”

Chanhee was right. She had no idea he existed until now and unless he played his cards right, she would forget about him the moment she left this building. “Yeah...I sit two rows behind you.” He watched her eyes widened a little as if she was trying to recall every face she had seen in that classroom. “Actually...to be fully honest...I knew who you were before tonight.”

Her brows furrowed, creating a small crease in the middle of her forehead. Everything about her fascinated Changmin, even down to her smallest expression. Getting a little nervous, he started rummaging through his backpack. As he chose his next words carefully in his mind, Changmin pulled out a half-full plastic water bottle and portable charger he forgot he carried.

Interested in the boy’s previous statement, Y/n watched him with intrigue. “I-uh....” His hands shakily turned on his phone’s flashlight after plugging his phone into the charger. “We went to the same high school. You and I have shared classes since grade nine.” Her jaw dropped a little at his words.

“I feel....like such a bitch.”

“Oh no-” He stuttered, trying to balance the water bottle over his flashlight- creating a makeshift lantern.

“Oh my god, I am the biggest asshole! I’ve never once noticed you in seven years? You must hate me!”

His heart warmed, seeing how bothered she was. He felt a little pride swell in his chest knowing that Sunwoo and Chanee were completely wrong about Y/n. “No, not at all! I just think we had different friend groups that’s all.”

Shrouded in the light from their little water lamp the two of them exchanged old high school gossip that Changmin never quite understood from the outside. “Wait so Miyoung stole Yeonu away from Hajoon?” Changmin covered his mouth in shock, his eyes widening in a cute way.

Y/n smiled and nodded, hand falling on his knee. “Yeah- I know right!”

“And Yeonu was the guy who-”

“Yeah who sold Class 4B the midterm answers!”

Changmin let loose a huge sigh. “Damn- I missed so much in high school by just studying and playing games.” This time a comfortable silence fell between the two students on the floor. By the way her eyes were drooping, Y/n assumed it was about three am.

“Nah you just missed....a whole lot of drama.” She yawned shaking her head to stay awake.

It was then that Changmin’s willpower gave in to the weariness of his body. His brain no longer had control of his mouth at that moment. “What if I tutored you?”

A sleepily smile slid onto Y/n’s face. She turned her head against the shelf to look up at the boy next to her. His hopes fell as she laughed a little. “I need more help than just History.”

“What else?”

“Math, Physics, Psych...”

“I can help you with all of that too!”

Changmin hated how eager he sounded. “What are you? Some kind of genius?” She smiled even though her back was getting sore and the sound of the rain was lulling her to sleep.

“No, just a mathematics major whose parents paid for top tutors until he was sixteen.”

The girl stared at him. Her expression was unclear. In her mind, she knew there had to be some catch. No way was this guy going to tutor her in all the subjects she needed for nothing. “What’s your rate, Genius?”

“Like money?

She nodded, turning to fully face the boy. Y/n waited for some terrible number that was hellbent on destroying her bank account. Changmin on the other hand was panicking trying to decipher what number was high enough to get her to say yes but not low enough to make her think that he wasn’t serious. “Um.....$8?”

“An hour? For four subjects?”

“Yes...”

“DEAL!”

Once again Changmin was frozen as Y/n threw her arms around him in a hug. His hands returned to their familiar place- up in the air, shaking, and far away from her.

The pair spent the next hours with textbooks sprawled around them. Changmin patiently assessed where Y/n was in each of her subjects, surprised how someone of her intelligence was struggling. He found that she was indeed very bright- but simply not understanding the information the way it was being given to her.

Neither of them noticed the rain stopping or even the sun rising with a pink and orange glow coming over the horizon, morning light sliding across the marbled floor. They didn’t even notice the sound of keys being turned in the front doors hours earlier they tried so hard to open.

“What are you kids doing here?” The two students looked up to see one of the librarians standing in the doorway, keys in hand.

They looked at each other before scrambling to grab their things and running out the doors. The warm, wet morning air greeted them as they stumbled outside. The sun was just peaking over the buildings and Y/n smiled at the dew clinging to the bright green blades of grass lining the sidewalks. It was a new day and a new hope filled her chest. “We’re finally out!” Changmin cheered, jumping up and down adorably.

Y/n found it precious that someone so tall and graceful looking could be so clumsy and cute. “Changmin, I can’t thank you enough. I don’t think anyone could have explained the Joseon Era principles better.”

“Oh- i-it was nothing.”

“Here,” Taking a pen from her pocket she reached for his right arm and rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie. He took the moment to once again appreciate her beauty up close while the girl wrote her number on his arm. When she was done she placed the pen in his large hand and looked at him expectantly. “Aren’t you going to give me yours?”

Changmin vigorously nodded his head ‘yes’ and internally screamed at his brain to remember the numbers to his own phone number. With anything but steady hands, he wrote his number on her forearm and basked in the glow of the smile he received.

“So-uh..I’ll call you? You’ll call me? We can talk about times that work?”

“Yeah! Dates....and what not...Study-dates I mean! Tutoring! Yes.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much you are saving my ass.” Y/n cheered as she started to back away towards her dorm.

“So you’ll call me?” He called after her. His feet were planted firmly where he stood for he feared if he moved an inch he might float away.

She laughed, her smile even brighter in the growing daylight. “Or something, yeah!”

“Okay!” He watched Y/n unit she rounded a corner before letting all the joy explode from his body in a fit of jumps, hollers, cheers, dance, and maybe what some might consider singing.

The sun basked in the boy’s glee as he danced and jumped his way down the sidewalk screaming “YES! SHE KNOWS WHO I AM!” His body was no longer sore and his mind was no longer tired. Instead, he ran all the way back to his apartment with a grin that the sun could not compete with.

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Words: 4,565 Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, typical TWD stuff A/N: This is Part 5 of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: A violent encounter outside the walls only increases Daryl's questions and concerns about Y/N.

Your name: submit What is this?

You immediately and instinctively grappled for your knife at your hip and unsheathed it, staring up in horror at the two men now standing over you. A lot happened very quickly. It must have only been matter of seconds, but it felt immensely long.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You’re in trouble,” one of them said, laughing as he glanced over at the man beside him.

You tightened your grip on your knife but the next moment there was a swift kick to your wrist and then a boot came down on it, crushing it into the floor, eliciting another yell from you. Your knife clattered away and you followed it with your eyes desperately.

You struggled to get away but the man was suddenly grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you closer.

“Get the fuck off me!” you growled. You lashed out with your boot and caught him in the face with the toe.

“Agh! You fuckin’ bitch!” he roared, spitting out blood onto the floor. He let out an animalistic growl and stood over you. “You’re coming—with us!” His words were punctuated with strong kicks into your ribs, which left you unable to cry out or even to breathe. You curled into yourself on the floor, willing your diaphragm to unclench and draw breath.

Daryl. The only desperate thought in your mind.

The man who was standing over you suddenly dropped down so he was straddling over your writhing form. “I said, you’re coming with us. Back where you belong.”

You finally were able to wheeze in a breath and glared up at him. “Fuck. You,” you spat, disdain contorting your face. Where the hell was Daryl? you thought desperately.

“This will go a lot easier if you don’t fight it!” his partner shouted down at you, rifling through his bag for something. “We don’t want to hurt ya!”

You shot a knee up as hard as you could and caught the man over you in the tailbone. When he doubled over forward, swearing with his face growing more and more red, you did the only thing you could think of and headbutted him in the face. Hard. As hard as you could.

His nose crunched sickeningly and started to bleed profusely. He let out an anguished scream while you were seeing stars. Fat, crimson drops fell down onto you as you struggled, still beneath him. You were trying to extract your body from beneath his but his weight was too much. He was now completely enraged and the next thing you felt was his hands around your neck, squeezing, compressing. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to break out of it but his hands were so large they wrapped completely around your neck, compressing blood vessels and your airway. Your scratched and clawed at his hands, trying desperately to pull them away. You started to see spots and darkening around the edges of your vision. You clawed at his arms with your fingernails and tried to break his grip at the elbows. You were vaguely aware of some commotion in the background as your struggling grew weaker by the second. You were going to black out.

But suddenly, you could breathe and the weight of him on top of you was gone.

You curled over on the floor, coughing and sputtering, gasping in rasping breaths desperately.

“Y/N! Y/N!?” Daryl’s voice nearby, completely frantic.

You couldn’t stop coughing. Your throat was on fire. Your neck felt raw.

“Jesus—can ya breathe?!” Daryl’s urgent voice again. You felt his hand on your shoulder.

You finally managed to gain control of your gasping breaths again and rasped out. “I’m okay,” nodding but unable to look over at him. You submitted to another coughing attack. Your gasps were wheezes like a kid with asthma.

Daryl was kneeling beside you with his crossbow in his hand. “Are ya sure?!”

You finally glanced over at him, certain your face was bright red and your expression desperate. His features were overwhelmed with panic and concern, blue eyes piercing through the curtain of dark hair around his face. You nodded. “Uhh… I think so. Mostly.” You winced, feeling pain suddenly shooting through your wrist and ribs and a pounding in your forehead as the wave of adrenaline had crested and now started to diminish. “Fuck… What the fuck?” you said, glancing around. There were the bodies of the two men, both with a crossbow bolt through their head.

Daryl clenched his teeth and gently grasped your arm. “C’mon.” He pulled you gingerly to your feet. You stayed hunched over, an arm wrapped around your ribs. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to steel yourself for a moment.

“Fuck…” you muttered again, not even meaning to speak it out loud.

Daryl froze, looking at you with his brow furrowed. His stomach was rolling with regret. “I—'M’ sorry. I should have been faster. I—but this goddamn ankle and I had to get my bow loaded and—”

You raised a hand to quiet him and shook your head. “S’not your fault. At all,” you said, pressing a few fingers to a particularly raw feeling spot on your neck.

But Daryl was blaming himself. He should have been there faster. The angry red marks around your throat were burning into his memory. He bit back his anger at himself and re-secured the front door as best he could. He glared down at the two corpses and retrieved his bolts. He nudged his head in the direction of the other room.

You followed him in, still hunched over. He pointed at the couch and you sank down onto it slowly, hissing through your teeth with each movement.

Daryl set his crossbow down and immediately grabbed his pack. As he was digging around inside it, he spoke with some anxiousness. “Ya know them?” he asked, not looking up from his bag.

You gulped. “What?”

All his movement stalled, his hands still inside his pack, clutching medical supplies. “They sounded like they recognized ya. Said you’re ‘comin’ back where ya belong.’ Did ya—d’ya know them?” When he finished the question, this time his eyes flickered up to your face, watching your reaction carefully.

You were gingerly holding your wrist in the other hand and Daryl thought your eyes looked a bit frantic. You didn’t answer. You seemed—frozen.

Daryl nodded and shrugged, turning back to the pack. “S’alright. Ya ain’t gotta say.” He felt like he pretty much had his answer. “What hurts?” he asked you gently.

You didn’t answer for a moment and Daryl thought he saw waves of panic rising and falling in your eyes.

“Y/N—” he said again.

You seemed to come back to reality, grounded by the sound of his voice saying your name. “Umm… right. I—my wrist. I think that’s the only thing we can do something for. Nothing to do about my ribs,” you said with a wince, your breath hitching every time you tried to inhale too deeply.

Daryl pulled out some gauze and materials to splint your wrist, which he suspected was broken, based on the swelling and how it was already changing colors. “We need to get ya back to an actual doctor,” he mused. “Tomorrow I’ll see if I can find a car close. We can take it back to our truck. Can’t let that wrist go too long without gettin’ set.” His eyes continually found the ring of angry red around your neck and he watched as you pressed a hand to your head, which was pounding.

“You can’t go out there by yourself. You’ve got a fucked-up ankle,” you argued.

Daryl shot you a look and heaved a sigh, leaning his arm on his bent knee where he was crouched. “Well, now out of the two of us I’m in the best shape. So, we’re gonna do what I say and you’re gonna sit here and rest. Ya got a broken wrist and probably some cracked ribs. Not to mention that fucker nearly choked the life out of ya.” His tone told you arguing was pointless. “Now gimme your damn arm.”

You avoided his eyes and held out your hurt wrist. His rough hands on your skin was grounding and you were again reminded of how he had insisted on stitching your arm up that night when you came back after your last bad run-in outside the walls. He was amazingly gentle. You marveled at how small your arm looked in his hands—like something fragile. Daryl was trying to minimize the skin-to-skin contact—almost fearful of what was happening inside him every time his skin brushed yours, but it was a little difficult to do while he was tending to you. He splinted and wrapped your wrist, frowning at the way your thumb was already bruising purple. “Ya scared the shit outta me,” he murmured softly, not even meaning for it to actually fall from his lips.

You raised your eyes to his face in surprise but he was still fixated on bandaging you up. “I’ll, uhh, try not to do it again,” you said, and Daryl was relieved to hear that your voice had relaxed some, though the rasp was still in it.

“Better not,” he growled. He grabbed a small gauze pad and poured a little alcohol on it. “Here. Ya got a pretty good scratch on your jaw there.” He scooted closer to you and watched as you swiped a few fingers over it.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the rusty color that came away on your fingers. “Probably did that to myself trying to pry him off of me…”

Daryl’s expression darkened. “Mhm.” He hesitated a moment before dabbing at the scratch with the pad. “Really. Ya scared me.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Rosita exclaimed as she heaved the gate open to let you and Daryl into Alexandria. “Thank God!” she exclaimed next, looking both of you up and down. “Rick was about to send out a search party. We’ve all been worried sick. Aaron has been driving me insane, coming up to the gate every ten seconds to ask if I’ve seen anything.” Her eyes finally seemed to register the full extent of your injuries and she froze. “Y/N—your neck… Oh my God. What the hell happened?” she pressed, shutting and latching the gate behind you both.

“Uhh…” you walked unevenly, your uninjured arm wrapped around your ribs, though it did nothing to lessen the shooting hot knives of pain with every breath. “Walkers. And then more walkers. And then a corpse and rotten floor boards. And then—” you hesitated., suddenly feeling sick.

“And then people,” Daryl finished gruffly, sparing a glance over at you, his face darkening with worry.

“Shit,” Rosita said, her eyes going round. “A corpse? As in, not a walker? And did you say something about rotten floor boards?”

You nodded. “Yeah...”

Daryl shot her a look that clearly said ‘later.’

“Sorry—just… I need to get to the doctor to fix my wrist before it heals this way,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“Right! Right, of course. I’ll grab someone else for guard duty and go tell everyone you’re alright. Here, I’ll take your guns.” You and Daryl handed over your weapons and Rosita hurried off.

You limped your way to the clinic and he insisted on holding the door open for you and letting you go in first. Surprisingly, Pete was still there. You always assumed he just was drunk after 4:30 pm.

“Whoa! Looks like we’re running a little ragged, huh? Come on in and sit down and let’s have a look at you,” he said jovially. You eyed him with distaste.

“Where’s Denise?” you asked.

Pete looked around the room dramatically, hands outstretched. “Not here. So, shall we—”

“I would prefer to see Denise.” Your tone was cold.

Pete let out a laugh which he only managed to make sound half-genuine. “She isn’t here so—”

“I’ll wait,” you snapped. You limped over to an exam table and sat down, your countenance stormy.

Pete glanced at Daryl and he shook his head. “Nah. Just her. I’m good. Sprained ankle is all.”

Pete let out an exhale that was mostly a growl. “I guess I went to med school to be an errand boy,” he muttered under his breath, but nonetheless, he left to find Denise.

Daryl sank down on a rolling stool and scooted over to sit near you. “Hey,” he said suddenly.

You snapped out of some deep reverie you were having and looked at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked. “Really. I mean, that was some serious shit that happened out there…”

You nodded. “Fine.” You uninjured hand went to absently touch the bruises on your neck, which were now dark and mottled. “Thanks to you.”

Daryl shrugged. “S’nothin’. Wish I had been faster.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “No. No, it was definitely something��” Despite your assurance that you were okay, Daryl had the sense that it wasn’t entirely true. You were alive, sure, but since those men had busted into the house you had been uneasy. It wasn’t lost on him that you turned to glance behind the truck the whole drive back to Alexandria, and even now, safe inside the walls, you were rigid and on edge. You should have known better than to try and bullshit Daryl. The archer was annoyingly good at reading you. But, to be fair, you were also annoyingly good at reading him.

Your eyes shot up as the clinic door burst open loudly. Aaron ran in with his mouth dropped partially open and wide eyes. “Oh, thank God,” he said, rushing over to you and Daryl and immediately grabbing you into a tight hug.

“Ow! Ow ow ow! Aaron!”

Aaron drew back suddenly at your exclamations. “Oh—God, I’m sorry.” His eyes found the bruising on your neck and his face blanched. “Oh my God. What the hell happened? Are you alright?” he asked desperately.

“Define alright,” Daryl murmured.

You shot him a scolding look. “Yes, that’s what I need. Worry him more. Thanks, Daryl,” you said.

“What happened?” Aaron asked desperately again. It wasn’t lost on him how you avoided his eyes as you answered.

“Just—people. Bad people,” you said.

He stared at the dark purple bruising on your thumb and the splint before glancing over at Daryl.

“If Daryl hadn’t been there—” you broke off, giving Aaron a somewhat fearful look.

Aaron looked back at the archer again and heaved a heavy sigh. “I won’t hug you,” he said, cracking a smile, “but thank you. Thank you.”

Daryl nodded.

“Okay, I promised Eric I would come right back with an update so, umm—I’m gonna go, but thank God you’re back and you’re at least mostly whole,” he said, backing toward the door again. “Thank you,” he said again, looking at Daryl.

You let out a small laugh as the door shut behind him, shaking your head, smiling fondly.

“You’re close,” Daryl said. “With him and Eric.”

You nodded. “Yeah. When they first brought me in, I used to joke that I was like a stray cat they found and adopted. I felt so out of place, you know? And they just—they didn’t care. They just accepted me right away. Made it feel a little more like a home. They’re good like that. They understand what it’s like to be an outsider.”

Daryl nodded. He knew exactly what you meant.

Denise came in with Pete trailing after her. She looked a bit harried and you apologized for having her come in, to which she just gave you a small smile and a meaningful glance. She was well aware of your feelings toward Pete and she shared them… He stood lurking around in case Denise had questions.

“Okaaaay,” she said, gingerly unwrapping your wrist, wincing at the sight of the swelling and bruising. “Yup. This needs to be set…” she said gently, glancing over at Daryl who was still sitting nearby, his blue eyes taking in everything like he was standing guard. “Okay, Y/N, just lay back.” You obeyed, letting out a wry laugh and a forced exhale at the pain shooting through your ribs. Denise muttered an apology as she palpated your arm with her fingers. “Um. Okay. Daryl, I’m going to need you to hold her arm down while I—”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased Denise, a smirk on your face. She pulled a face at you, drawing a laugh which made you clutch at your ribs again and mutter a pitiful “ow.”

“Do you know you’re my least favorite patient?” she retorted jokingly. “Daryl. Come on.” Pete stepped forward, clearly annoyed.

“Are you sure you don’t want an actual--”

You cut him off. “Last I checked, Denise went to fucking med school. And for the last time you aren’t touching me.” Pete muttered something and backed off but he remained nearby watching.

“Ya ready?” Daryl rumbled, his strong hands firmly pressing your arm down against the table.

You nodded and focused on his blue eyes. “Sure…” you said, your voice coming out a little high with nerves and apprehension at the anticipated pain.

Denise didn’t give you a countdown or anything. She just forced the bone back into place. “MOTHERFUCKER!” you yelled, shooting upright on the exam table as soon as Daryl’s hands lifted off your arm. It felt like someone had rammed a red-hot poker into your arm. “Mmmm,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing breaths in and out.

“Done! Done!” Denise said. “See! Not so bad!”

You let out another sardonic laugh. “Easy for you to say.” She immediately fitted you with a stiff brace and instructions to limit use of your wrist and hand for four to six weeks.

“Six weeks,” you repeated. “Are you frickin’ kidding me?” You stared at her, incredulous.

“It’s a broken bone, Y/N, not a bumped elbow,” Denise said as she adjusted the brace.

You looked at the archer beside you for assistance but found none. “Six weeks?” you repeated again. You scoffed. “I’m going to lose my freakin’ mind in here. I can’t—I can’t shoot. I can’t go outside the walls… I can’t even write. It’s my dominant hand.” You let out a frustrated growl. “I might as well be a frickin’ baby,” you growled.

“Kinda are bein’ one right now,” Daryl rumbled. Your eyes snapped over to him and you managed to catch the quick twitch of the corner of his mouth in a rare smirk.

You shot him an unamused look. “I don’t know why you’re so entertained, chuckles. You’re benched too.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Ya heard her, though. Four to six weeks.” You read genuine concern on his face and sighed.

“Yeah, yeah… I heard her,” you mumbled.

Denise laughed. “Alright. I see your neck… Nothing we can do about that,” she said with a wince. “God. That looks painful.”

You pressed your uninjured hand to it, reflexively covering it up as you felt Daryl’s eyes hitch on the bruises and stay there. “It’s not too bad.”

“Okay, anything else?” Denise asked.

You hesitated for a moment. Daryl didn’t know just how bad your side was and you weren’t real keen on him seeing the extent of the injury from the man kicking you. “Umm… Yeah. Uhh—I think I have some broken ribs maybe and—” you gulped, but you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it so Denise could see your side.

Daryl immediately stiffened in anger as he saw the extent of the black and purple bruising all up your side. He actually let out what sounded like a low growl before averting his eyes. You noticed his hands clenching and unclenching into fists and he was suddenly restless.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Denise said, her eyes flickering up to yours. She gently palpated your side. “I don’t feel anything concerning beyond the bruising and normal swelling—how did this happen?” she asked you quietly.

You were about to answer when there was suddenly a commotion as Daryl strode over to Pete and pushed him hard in the chest, making him stagger backwards. “Hey!” Daryl roared, posturing toward the surgeon. “What the hell are ya lookin’ at?” You and Denise stared at the two men in confusion and surprise. “We don’ need ya, so why don’ ya just get the hell outta here,” Daryl rumbled, flicking a hand in the direction of the door.

For a moment, Pete looked like he was considering hitting Daryl but he finally just clenched his jaw and left the clinic, slamming the door unnecessarily hard behind him.

Daryl turned to see you and Denise staring at him in confusion. He paced a little uncomfortably. “He was—I didn’t like how he was lookin’ at ya,” Daryl finally spat out.

You felt your cheeks color and averted your eyes from the archer. Apparently when you had lifted your shirt, revealing the bare skin from your waistband to the strap of your bra Pete’s eyes had been a little too hungry, a little too searching, and had lingered a little too long for Daryl’s taste.

You didn’t know what to say. The air in the room was thick and heavy with tension. Denise finally cleared her throat a little awkwardly and broke it. “Okay, I’m serious about the wrist. I’m going to give you some heavy-duty painkillers and anti-inflammatory meds to take for the next five days. If you feel any changes in your side or abdomen you come get me, okay? I’m serious.”

You nodded and Daryl rushed over to help you climb down on the table, hardly noticing the ache in his ankle anymore. You felt another flush in your cheeks as he gently gripped your elbow. “Thanks, Denise.”

She nodded. “Daryl, you’re sure you don’t need me to look at that ankle?”

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘M good. Just gonna get Y/N home so she can rest.”

“You too,” Denise said, pointing vehemently at him.

You walked, or hobbled more like, the distance back to your house with Daryl in silence. It still felt a little heavy, a little uneasy, like the air was holding things unsaid, but finally you climbed the steps and to the front door. You gave him a small smile, but there was something like apprehension in your eyes as you thanked him for all his help. “You know, I’ve known you only a short while and I think you have now officially saved my ass and patched me up more than anyone,” you muttered.

“Yeah, well…” he shrugged. “I think it’s about the same in reverse.” Daryl left with a hollow feeling in his chest as the heavy clunk of the deadbolt secured your door behind you.

Carol was waiting on the front porch and immediately grabbed him into a tight hug. “You scared us,” she said, holding him back to take him in, her eyes searching for injury. “Rosita told us you were back but nothing else. Are you okay?”

“’M Fine. Better than, Y/N,” he said, nudging his head toward your house across the street.

Carol’s brow furrowed. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“Mmm,” Daryl hummed, a noise meaning he didn’t want to talk about it. He dug in his pocket for a cigarette and allowed Carol to gently push his hair out of his face and clasp his shoulder, before he stiffened and moved away to sit on the steps. She knew that meant he wanted to be alone, wanted time to think.

“I’m glad you’re both back and at least mostly in one piece. We’ll be inside if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” the archer murmured. Daryl sat there most of the night, smoking the cigarettes he had left and staring at your dark house, wondering if you were awake like he was.

You were.

The next day, Daryl found Rick in the kitchen in the afternoon. He’d already explained what had transpired outside the walls, why you had both been so delayed. Rick had listened carefully and firmly grasped his shoulder, telling him how relieved he was that Daryl was back safe and that you were too. His words seemed a little pointed, but Daryl shied away from it. But now, after being unable to think of anything else all day, he had a question to ask Rick.

“Hey,” Daryl said, finding Rick in the kitchen, trying to convince Judith to eat something as she squirmed in his arms.

“Hey, Daryl. What is it?” Rick perceived something in the archer’s expression as soon as he glanced up at him.

Daryl scruffed a hand awkwardly through his hair. “Y/N’s interview. With Deanna, when Aaron first brought her in. Did ya watch it?”

Rick nodded, his face falling. “Yeah… I did. I think I watched just about everybody’s.”

Daryl shifted his body weight anxiously from one foot to the other and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the vulnerability he felt while showing such obvious interest in you and your story. “Well… what—what was on it?”

Rick sighed, finally giving up on coaxing Judith to eat, and set her down on the floor on a blanket. He stood and hung his thumbs in his pockets, staring down at his boots for a moment. “You want to watch it?” he asked the archer, glancing up to take in his expression.

Daryl shrugged and let out a non-committal hum.

Rick studied his friend’s expression. “Whatever you’re lookin’ for… Whatever answer… It isn’t on there. But you can watch it if you want,” Rick offered. “Ya saw somethin’ out there that has you worried. I can see that. You can tell me if you want to, but I also understand if you don’t. Y/N is… private… about whatever happened to her before this, before here.”

Daryl swallowed at the tightness in his throat and considered Rick’s words. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, his face dark. “I ain’t worried about us,” he clarified. “I ain’t worried about Alexandria.”

Rick nodded. “Just about her.”

Daryl shrugged and avoided the look in Rick’s eyes, which was something surprised but knowing. “We’ll do our best to keep her safe,” Rick said.

Daryl nodded and this time when he glanced up at his friend there was a fire in his blue eyes, a fierceness. “Ya. We will.”

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Red Moon Drabble Series - Part 11

Summary: Hyunjin figures out he really likes it when Hana is pregnant.

Warnings: Fertility rituals, pregnancy, semi-detailed description of labor, Hyunjin has a pregnancy kink.

These all relate back to the original story. It helps to have read the story before reading through the drabbles. The story can be found on the Masterlist.

MASTERLIST

Hana startles awake as someone shakes her. Hyunjin is standing over her in the dark room, dressed and holding her robe. She had been dead asleep, getting much needed rest in Seungmin’s room. Regardless of her annoyance at Hyunjin for waking her, she lets him pull her up, wrapping her robe around her before thumping down the stairs behind him.

The moon is high in the sky, full and shining down on them. Hyunjin leads her into the yard, towards a blanket set out. She’s still sleepy, letting Hyunjin strip her out of her pajamas. She stands there naked in the moonlight, watching Hyunjin as he grabs the bowl sitting next to the blanket. She watches him as he begins to paint her skin with a red substance, covering her with lines and sigils. She can’t tell in the moonlight what the liquid is, it could have been blood for all she knew.

He focuses on her stomach, painting sigils over her pelvis.

“What are you doing?” She asks as he pushes her back onto the blanket, parting her knees. “My heat is still a week away.”

“Fertility ritual.” He states simply, mixing something in a jar. “Nothing is guaranteed with this kind of magic. But anything that might make it easier.”

He leans over her, holding the jar to her lips. She drinks the foul tasting liquid, some of it spilling out of the corners of her mouth. He dribbles a line of the liquid down her body, letting it slide between her legs. Her body begins to buzz, like she’s about to start floating.

Hyunjin splays a hand over her pelvis whispering quietly. She begins to feel warm, the heat blooming outward from her abdomen. Hyunjin presses a kiss to her stomach, trailing the kisses up her body to her mouth.

***********

Hana lays on the bed in the heat room, candles and various statues placed around the room. Hyunjin was determined to get it in one go, having spent the last week trying every fertility ritual he could find on the two of them. He was lighting the last of the candles, Hana rubbing her thighs together as slick begins to leak out of her.

“You’re sure about this?” Hyunjin asks once more, kneeling on the end of the bed. “I can’t give you what you really need. You’re going to be uncomfortable for two weeks.” He slides his hands up her thighs. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll send one of the alphas in. We can just...give up.”

Hana grips his chin, fighting the lust starting to take over. “No. We’re going to do this. No matter how many tries it takes. Besides, you shouldn’t complain. You get to fuck me non-stop for two weeks.”

Hyunjin gives her a wicked grin, parting her legs finally, leaning down to kiss her.

**********

Hana wakes sticky and starving. She’s laying against Hyunjin’s chest, his arm wrapped loosely around her. There’s a half empty water bottle next to him, and several more empty ones on the floor. She vaguely remembers Seungmin coming in halfway through to clean up the mess of wrappers, bottles, and containers. She remembers more this time. There had been less of a haze with the lack of an alpha’s knot.

It had been a horribly painful two weeks, but she would never admit that.

“Do you think it worked?” She asks, tracing patterns on Hyunjin’s chest.

“We’ll find out in a couple weeks.”

“If it doesn’t, we’ll try again.” She says, pushing herself up slightly. “We’ll try until it does work.”

Hyunjin stares up at her, hand tracing her back. “It’s times like this I wish I was still an alpha.”

“Hey.” She grips his chin, staring into his eyes. “I said it from the start. No matter what it takes. I want your baby, Hyunjin. No matter how many heats we have to try. I want to give you a baby.”

Hyunjin reaches over, grabbing one of the statues. “If we’re lucky, the magic worked.”

“Even if it didn’t,” Hana lays her head back on his chest. “We’ll try again in six months.”

***********

“Anything?” Hyunjin asks, pacing across the living room.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes yet.” Changbin says, looking up from where he’s trying to get Cho-Hee to say “dada.”

Chan is laying on the floor, being used as a human racetrack for the twins’ trucks. It was their new favorite game and Chan was always down to lay on the floor and let the boys play. Fatherhood had really softened him, just as much as it had Changbin, but she knew the alphas would kill to protect their kids if it ever came to it, probably more than they’d be willing to kill to protect their pack. She feels just as anxious as Hyunjin looks. She loves her three babies, but she also wants more.

It’s partly the instincts as a female omega and luna to want a big pack with lots of pups. Omegas never could quite get rid of the instinct to provide the pack with offspring, even after generations of evolution. It stemmed from the harsh lives wolves used to live, the chances of pups making it to puberty was low, so more pups meant more chances for offspring to make it. The need for pups never went away, the desire to have as many as possible never leaving the omega instincts.

That, and she knew how much Hyunjin wanted his own. He had been less vocal about it than Changbin, and even a couple others, but she knew. She knew from the glances he’d give the pups when he thought no one was looking. How he’d volunteer to hold them or play with them whenever he could. How much work he had put into making sure every fertility ritual was done correctly, all the research he did to try and find out just how likely it was for him to get her pregnant, all the tricks he could try to make it happen the first time. She knew the others were taking notes as well. It would be a struggle from here on.

The timer on her phone goes off, the room going still as she picks up the pregnancy test. Even the twins have stopped playing, sensing the tension in the four adults. She looks at the test, closing her eyes for a moment as she takes a breath.

She can’t hide the grin anymore, showing Hyunjin the test. He stares at it in shock, taking it from her hands. She laughs as he scoops her up in excitement, kissing her. Even Cho-Hee claps in excitement, even though she doesn’t understand why they’re excited.

“It worked.” She breathes, cupping Hyunjin’s face. “It worked.”

“I told you there’s some alpha in there still!” Changbin says.

*********

Hana lays still, listening to the heartbeat in her stomach. There’s only one again this time, the single heartbeat loud and strong. Hyunjin rubs his hands over her stomach, rubbing the cream into her skin. He was completely enamoured anyways, hands constantly on her stomach, wrapping around her from behind, always sleeping with at least one hand over her stomach. She hums as he moves his hands to her hips, massaging the sore joints.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, hands moving to her thighs.

Hana cracks her eyes open, looking down at Hyunjin over her stomach. “I feel like a whale.”

He smirks, pressing kisses to her stomach. “But you look so sexy pregnant.”

Hana had discovered Hyunjin’s desire to have a pup went deeper than she thought it had. He had been touchy with the other pregnancies, but now, he couldn’t help himself. He kept talking about how sexy she was, how much he loved seeing her pregnant. She knows part of it is his excitement for his pup. But apparently, he also found her more attractive while pregnant.

Hana wraps her arms around him as he hovers over her. “Be easy tonight. My back hurts.”

Hyunjin rolls her to her side, pressing himself close behind her. He wraps his arms around her, one hand on her stomach, the other under her head. He cradles her as he ruts into her, moaning quietly into her ear. They weren’t as wild as they used to be, now that there were pups in the house. It was a natural thing in packs, but Hana didn’t want to subject her pups and their developing senses to that. Not that they would understand yet.

Hyunjin makes her cum first, cleaning up after spilling into her. He lays back down behind her, holding her stomach.

“Soon.” She whispers, placing her hands over his.

***************

Hyunjin’s hands are shaking as he kneels between her legs. He was determined to be the one to bring his child into this world. He had helped with the twins and with Cho-Hee, so it only felt right to deliver his as well.

“I can do this if you need me to.” Minho says, looking at Hyunjin’s shaking hands.

“No. I can do it.”

“We’re getting close.” Chan says, wincing as Hana squeezes his hands, another contraction ripping through her.

He was seated behind her, supporting her body as she squatted between his legs. It was the position she stuck to, birthing the other three the same way. She had asked Chan to be with her, wanting her alpha’s support.

Hyunjin presses on her stomach as she contracts again, almost no time between them now. “Okay, you can start pushing.”

Chan whispers into her ear as she bears down, pushing with each contraction. Hyunjin watches the head begin to crown, Minho ready with towels. His son comes into the world screaming, right into Hyunjin’s hands. He tries to blink back the tears, staring down at the small living, breathing being in his hands. He had taken part in making him. This was his son. His own son.

He lets Minho take his son as he tries to focus on finishing his job. He was in love already, and suddenly understood how something so small had taken down both of the most powerful alphas in the pack. Even Minho with his uncaring front was putty in their hands and he got it now. He understood.

“Go on.” Minho pushes him aside. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”

Chan moves from behind Hana, letting Hyunjin take his place. Hana is holding their son now, wrapped in his blanket. Hyunjin wraps his arms around both of them, looking down at him over her shoulder. He presses a kiss to Hana’s head, still damp with sweat.

“He’s so beautiful. You did so good.”

“You had a hand in him too.” Hana says, looking back at him.

She’s practically glowing. She always had a glow about her post-birth. Hyunjin loves it, seeing her like that. He leans his chin on her shoulder, staring down at his son. He can’t help the tears now, tracing a finger over his soft little cheek.

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