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Just Come Home To Us

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: R

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, Smut, oral (both receiving), p in v, wrap it before you tap it, I'm sure there is some other, also this smut not the best written but hey I finished it

Our Boy Series Masterlist/ Previous: Memories of Old and New / Next: They're My Future, You're The Past

Synopsis: Things are never easy, even when you want to come home.

A/n: One more chapter before the end of Our Boy Main Story!

4 months have passed since that morning after the Monaco Grand Prix. 4 months since your husband kicked you out of the house and their lives. Painful nights alone, filled with tears and nightmares, the only comfort has been talking to Elijah and Cecile every day. Elijah was the ever-good son, telling you Charles and Lando were far from okay.

His Papa was back in therapy and felt he wasn't ready to see you, not because of the fight, but because he wanted to better himself first. You kept your mouth shut, refusing to let anger cloud your son's judgment of his Papa. Lando, Cecile told you that he was holding everyone together, but she worried no one was there for him.

It made your heart clench. Lando was the younger of you 3 and always in the middle whenever you and Charles argued. Closing your eyes, you suck in the bone-chilling air of Finnish winter. "Eh, don't fall asleep on me!" With an ache in your neck, you see your father on his snowmobile, grinning. The same grin he'd give Uncle David or Michael before a race.

"I'm not old man, just enjoying the fresh air." Words are falling off, and the blanket of white surrounding you has your eyes burning. "Just call," Mika whispers, knowing what you're thinking. He could always see those thoughts whirling in your head. An open book is what he liked to call you. "No," Your father mumbles something about how stubborn you are, kicking off the engine and leaving you as he goes through the private course again.

Why should you have to call? Charles was the one who wouldn't let you explain, even listen to you. He did what he always did: reacted first. A defense mechanism you have experienced one too many times. And this was the last time you'd be subjected to it. Charles has ripped your family apart more than once; this may be the time he succeeded.

Kicking your own engine, you follow your father to the top of the point, seeing him staring out. "He should be the one to call!" You yell, the wind whipping around you. It was a lashing you have missed, the cold turning your blood to ice and making your lungs expand to suck in the crisp air. "Why?" You hated when Mika did this. He wouldn't take your side. He said that while he loved you, that doesn't mean he'll always defend you. Sometimes, the child must fight their own battle to determine if the war is worth it.

"Why?" You trudge through the snow, stopping next to your father. Memories of being a little girl, learning harsh lessons, and the screaming matches of forming your own path. "Because he kicked me out and told me to leave. And I did. He ripped this family apart, not me." Mika turns, and you shrink back. Even after the words left, you felt their poison seep in. "The truth is a paper cut, but the lies are the bullet wounds. You did not help your cause when you continued to lie to those men. Good men who have given you a wonderful family and two gorgeous children." Mika sighs, fixing his glasses.

"You think I don't know this? What do you want me to say? That I lost sleep, sometimes sick to my own stomach, when I watched Elijah grow up? Or when Charles would whisper how much he loved Elijah and me? Because I did. I've hated myself for 16 years; for 16 years, I have lied to the greatest loves of my life. I thought Nico was my air, but he was sea. Swallowing me whole and drowning me. But Charles," You break off, swallowing your tears. "And Lando, they gave me air; for once, I remembered what breathing was like. FUCK!" You scream out into the mountain air.

"When your mother died, I felt my world slip out from under me. When you started to act out, a part of me felt like I failed. You started to date Nico, and for once, I thought you were okay. Instead, you were slowly dying inside. If your mother was here, she'd kick my ass and then yours." You laugh, wiping your tears, the cold making them burn like acid. "I failed my babies," Mika shakes his head, facing you.

"You didn't. You never failed those children, just yourself. And that's okay. Because no matter how old you get, you're still a child. My child and we Häkkinens don't make things easy. Just ask your Uncle David." You laugh, remembering how Uncle David would tell you stories about your father. "I miss them. I feel like I'm missing pieces of myself." You whisper.

"I should hate Charles for the pain he caused me, but then I remember all the pain he's been through. We're both hurt, Daddy, so I fear we might harm Lando sometimes." Mika chuckles, still picturing you 3 as the 20-something-year-olds back in the 2020s. "He's stronger than you think, trust me." Nodding, the two of you drive back down to your cabin. Slowing, you see a blacked-out SUV. "Who is that?" Mika shrugs as he stalks to his own car. "Don't know! See you tomorrow for dinner!" Scrunching your eyebrows together, you open the front door, heat greeting you.

"Hello?" Slowly entering your cabin, you stop seeing the familiar old, worn-out McLaren jacket. "Lando?" You call, boots pounding as you round the corner and stop seeing the mop of curls with little bits of grey now in them. He turns and stops, and both of you stare at one another. "Hey, gorgeous." Hearing that accent, those green-blue eyes stare at you, and everything comes crashing down. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry." You sob, crumbling to the floor.

Whatever he was doing is forgotten as he rushes to you, falling to the floor with you as his arms circle around you. "Don't apologize, please don't." He whimpers, his beard tickling you, and you cry harder, hating how much you've missed that ridiculous beard. "You're here, you're here." You repeat and pull back, exchanging messy kisses and words. "Of course I am. It's been a horrible four months. We would've come sooner, but work and," You shut him up by kissing him deeply.

Lando groans, hands digging into your snow jacket as he relaxes. Pulling apart, you take note of his words. "What do you mean, we?" "He means us." You give yourself whiplash with how fast you look up. Charles stands there, face taunt and glasses hanging onto the end of his nose. You and Lando always say Charles has aged with grace, but right now, he looks like his 26-year-old self again. And it still has your heart skip a beat. Standing, you two stare at one another as Lando looks between you.

Without a second thought, you rush Charles, and with waiting arms, he accepts you into them. "I've missed you," Whisper of words pass between you two, but he swallows them with his mouth. "Don't talk," He groans, ripping your layers off as Lando whimpers, watching you two. "Come here, baby boy." Lando blushes and grumbles about how he isn't a baby anymore. "You're still our baby," Charles's fingers tug Lando's curls, which has him staggering into you two.

"Where's the room?" Lando asks as Charles bites and sucks marks into his neck. "Down the hall to the left," You moan as Charles moves to your neck and leads you with a tangle of limbs to the bedroom. Shoving the door open, you three stagger in as they make work of your clothes. Charles stops, lifts you up by your legs, and drops you flat on your back. "Charlie," Lando whines as he lays Lando beside you.

Your husband leans back, taking in the wreck messes that are you and Lando. "I haven't even fucked either of you, and you're both so wrecked for me." Lando rolls his eyes, and you do, too, with Charles smiling. "That was stupid, Charlie. We're not young anymore." Lando teases and leans up, pulling him down by his necklace. Their kiss is soft, filled with love and emotion, and you swear you feel that hurt grow again.

Lando pulls away, gently pulling Charles's bottom lip. Leaning up, Lando whispers something to Charles, who has his eyes cut to you and grow dark. "You're right, baby." Charles presses a kiss to Lando's cheek and moves to you. His fingers brush your jaw and then cup it, pulling you up. "Still as breathtaking as the day I met you in the street." He places a soft kiss on your neck.

"A wonderful mother," Another kiss, and with each praise, he places a kiss before he kisses your lips. "I've missed you more than air," Raising your arms, he helps you out of your shirt, and Lando removes your pants. "Don't leave me again, please." Charles doesn't let you answer as he swallows your words, straddling you on the bed.

"Easy, Charles. You both need air." Lando reminds me of which has you breaking apart, chests raising and falling. He leans in, pecking you both on the lips. "I love you both so much," Lando whispers and pushes you down, smiling at you both. "Take off your clothes," Charles groans, hating that Lando is still fully clothed. "Who's needy for me now." Laughing, you help Lando out of his clothes.

"Still a pretty cock, for an old man." Charles's fingers wrap around him, which makes Lando shiver. "Speak for yourself; you're older than me." Charles chuckles, gently jerking Lando off. But Lando doesn't ignore you as he leans down, kisses, licking, and biting his way down, but he stops looking up at you. "I love you," He mouths before closing his eyes as his lips have you gasping.

"Oh, fuck." Arching your hips up, Lando's large hand pushes you back down and makes eye contact. "Does she still taste like heaven?" Charles rumbles, pulling his hand away from Lando, who whines at losing Charles's touch. Lando moans when your fingers tug at his curls each time he curls his tongue. "Mh, Lan-" You moan louder when Charles bites one of your nipples and ruts up into Lando's mouth.

Lando pulls away, and you whimper as you are close, but he shakes his head. "Charles, come here. I think you owe our girl a perfect apology." Charles pulls off with a pop and smiles. "I think you're right." Charles moves and stands off the bed, and Lando bites his lip. "Kinda jealous," Charles laughs and pulls Lando into a searing kiss. "Don't worry, you're next." Your toes curl when you feel Charles nudge you as he gets comfortable between your legs.

"Are you okay?" You stop and think this over. It probably wasn't wise to have sex before talking things through, but damn, you've missed them too much. "Yes, fuck yes, just," Charles moves and slides into you slowly, which has you whimpering. "Easy, you're okay," Charles whispers, dropping over you. His arms cage your head, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "See, old." Charles whips a hand out and twists Lando's nipple, which has him squeak.

"Jesus, just fuck me, Charles." The two look at you and stop laughing. "Watch your tone." Charles pulls back and slams back into you, which pulls out a whimpering moan. "Lando, you can fuck my mouth." Lando whimpers, hearing that, and the boys move. Charles pulls you close, and he moves in slow thrusts, and Lando gets comfortable for you both.

"I have missed this mouth. Charlie is good. But you're better." Lando whispers, peppering kisses all over your face. "Missed you too," Opening your mouth, Lando lets you swallow him as he whimpers, screwing his eyes shut. You don't know where your mind went, but every lousy thought has gone away with the two of them here. You've missed them both so much that having them close to you has made you fuzzy.

"Fuck, baby." Charles groans and drops down, covering your body with his as Lando's hips and Charles's move faster. Lando whimpers pulls away, and wraps his hand around. Charles bats his hand away and takes Lando down his throat, which has you whimpering and clamping down on your husband coming. Lando gasps as Charles sucks him dry, pushing Charles off as he drops to the bed, panting. The three of you are a mess.

"Don't leave me," Charles whispers as you tangle his hair with your fingers. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, and darkness takes you over.

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Charles doesn't know when he wakes; all he remembers is tensing and his eyes flying open. Warmth covers him front to back, and something soft is wrapped around the warmth. Scanning the room, he groans. Memories of the flight, Mika helping them into your cabin, you coming back, the sex. Fuck, he shouldn't have done that. But he missed you, having you wrapped around him as he pulled you apart.

Eyes move up, taking in Lando's puffed cheeks and mushed curls. He loved watching you both sleep; it was when you were more at peace. Rolling over, he feels his body go rigid. You weren't there, fuck did you leave. Slipping out of his husband's hold, he places a few soft kisses over the marks he has left. "Be back," Lando whines but settles back down.

Bending down, Charles slides on some sweatpants and follows the light. He stops when he sees you sitting by the low fire on the phone. "I know, baby. I'm glad you and Cecile are having fun with Uncle Carlos." Charles leans against the frame, watching. "Yes, Papa and Daddy are here," Elijah must say something because your face scrunches up.

"I don't know, honey. Um, Pa...Charles said some stuff during our fight that hurt. So I don't know if we'll get back together." Charles loses his smile and stands up straight. "Elijah, I understand you want me to talk to him, but.....listen. You tell Cecile that I'm okay. Also, please don't give Carlos a hard time, alright. Also look after the twins, oh remember that Oscar's daughter is coming to visit. Yes, Victoria. No, Elijah, don't fight with her. Just, okay, yeah, bye." Hanging up the phone, Charles quickly bolts into the bedroom.

Lying down, Lando immediately attaches himself to Charles. The door creaks open, and you slide into the bed. But you don't cuddle into Charles; instead, you roll onto your other side, back facing him.

He was losing you.

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"But, it's snowing, and I think it would be nice," Lando begs, trying to get you and Charles to do something together. "Exactly, it's snowing, and we're in Finland. It's not exactly a British winter." Charles grumbles into his coffee. "Yn, pretty please. This is the first time we're in your home country. I want to see it." Lando makes his eyes big, and Charles looks away quickly.

You groan as Lando starts to smirk, knowing he's got you. "Fine, there is a trail we can take that the locals use. It's about 2 hours, both ways." Lando cheers and rushes to the bedroom. The tension rolls off of you and Charles in thick waves. Putting down his mug, he stands and leaves you with no words or kisses.

45 minutes later, with multiple layers of clothing, you trail behind Lando, who talks Charles's ear off. "Yes, Lando, I know that." Charles smiles, kissing him gently as Lando takes a picture of the snow-covered mountains. It's another 15 minutes before Lando gets tired of you two not talking.

"Cecile was wondering if she came here and visited you," Charles staggers, but Lando catches him without a beat. "Really? I guess the kids could come here and visit." It never occurred to you that they could come out and visit. "Yeah, it's a great idea, don't you think?" Charles stops walking as you pass him, smiling.

"You could come home," Charles whispers, cheeks dusted pink from the cold weather. The scuff you let out had Lando's shoulders tense. He could feel the fight coming a mile away, and this was one place he didn't want to get stuck in the middle. "Do I have a home to come back to? Or will you kick me out again?" The sneer on your lips has Charles's face pulled tighter.

"Charlie, don't." Lando pleads, placing a hand on his chest, wanting him to calm down. "Your home is with us and our kids." Charles's voice was eerily calm, and Lando knew that all hell would break loose with one more comment. "I think you mean my kids. Or did you forget Elijah isn't yours?" It was a low blow, but all the hurt and anger you've felt over the past 4 months was too much. How dare he come here and demand you go home when he's why you're not home.

"You're right, he isn't mine. I don't even think you're mine too." Charles snaps as Lando looks between the two of you. Fear in his eyes, as this could be the end. The end of his family. "You're right! I was never yours! And you know what? I should've divorced you after you kicked Lando out. How he can still stay with you is a fucking miracle." Charles's face goes neutral, the same look he had when Mattia told him off. His emotions are gone.

"When you two get home, I hope Lando has the fucking mind to leave you and take the kids and let your worse fucking nightmare come true!" "ENOUGH!"

Charles and you jump, turning to see Lando standing there, breathing hard. "Just enough. Please?" He begs the emotions and thoughts he's held together, snapping. "What the fuck is the matter with you? The both of you?" Charles has the mind to look ashamed, as do you. "How could you say those horrible things to one another? We're married! We have TWO gorgeous children and a wonderful life. I know I wasn't there initially, that Charles held you together. That you told a lie because you were hurt and trying to not let it all kill you, but fuck."

"Y/n," Lando turns, looking at you, before taking a deep breath. "What you've done, said, it hurt. You manipulated us in a way that has cracked this marriage in a way we'll never recover from. But, you know what. I don't care. I don't; you're the love of my life and the mother of my two gorgeous, brilliant, talented children. You could kill me, and I'd forgive you. But you are holding onto such hate inside you for Nico that it's hurting us all. Nico, he," Lando sucks in a breath. "Lando, don't." "Shut up," The two of them stare at one another before Lando looks back at you.

"Nico, he didn't leave you. He bought a new apartment and wrote that letter to tell you how excited he was and how much he loved you. But you never read the letter because you thought he left you. And that's okay because if you had read that letter, you'd have never fallen in love with us, and we wouldn't have Cecile. Y/n, you're not in your 20s anymore. Please, you need that closure when you come home. Because this is not your home, please talk to Nico. There is a piece of you that you're hiding from us because of him, and I have ignored it for 16 years, but no more." Reeling from his words, Lando turns his attention to Charles.

"And you," He points his finger at Charles, who curls back like Lando has slapped him. "Grow up, get over it. She didn't cheat on us, she didn't fuck him while you two were together and then lie. She never told us who the father was; she moved the truth around. I know that losing your father and Jules was the worst pain imaginable and then losing Anthoine, and that was another person who left you. Charles, we're not leaving you, but we will if you keep shoving us away."

Charles looks away as the silence surrounds you. "Charles, Charlie, look at me." Charles looks up, staring deep into Lando's eyes. "Elijah is yours, Cecile is yours. Y/n and I are yours. Never think that will change. Elijah is your little boy, the first person he goes to. Listen to me. We're all going to therapy because I refuse to let this relationship fail. If you two don't get your shit together, I'm taking the kids and leaving. Now, fucking TALK!" Lando screams and shoves past Charles and down the trail, leaving you two some peace.

You two stare at one another; Charles opens his mouth to say something but keeps closing it, unable to say a word.

"You didn't follow me," Charles snaps his eyes, shocked at your words. "For four months, Charlie. You didn't call, text, write, or even ask about me. Four months of hell, and you come here and then demand me to come home." Stepping closer, Charles takes a step back.

"A part of me was scared that when I got here, you'd kick me out. And that terrified me. I don't care that Nico is Elijah's," Charles swallows the words and clears his throat. "I care that you didn't trust me for 16 years. Care enough to tell me the truth. After talking to Nico and reading the letters, I understand why. But, fuck," He rips his hand out of his jacket and wipes the tears away.

"It's all my fault. I went back to therapy and realized that, but a part of it is your fault, too." You scuff, but stop thinking it all over. "He hurt me more than I want to admit. I just wanted to cause him pain, and by causing him pain, I hurt us both." Charles hiccups, wiping away the tears faster. "Four months, that's how long Cecile and you haven't talked to me. We need you home. We'll go to therapy. Hell, I'll stop racing if it means you stay. I'm going to fight for our family." You throw yourself into his arms as you two cry in the snow.

"Also, Lando is ready to kill Nico on command, and so am I. Mika told us what he said to you, and I'll skin that fucker." You laugh as Charles pulls you back into his chest. "Oh, also, could you possibly call your Uncle David off. While commenting, he's destroyed Lando and me, and it's not fun." You laugh louder, but it stops when the crunch of snow has you facing the sound.

"Thank god, can we please go home. I'm about to freeze my balls off, and I know you both love my balls." Lando whines; Charles and you share a look and smile. "Yeah, let's go home."

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Hello i know that i resquest so much but I love your work so can you do more of little Mikaelson baby sister with Hayley where yn is with her and baby hope Hayley treats yn like other daughters because she love her so much that she is sad when yn cry

If I Were Your Mother

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hayley Marshall (and everyone else)

Warnings: Mikael being an ass, death?

A/n: This is set during later season 2, we're gonna forget about Jackson and Hayley together. We're gonna pretend that everyone is happy and Klaus and Hayley don't fight about what's best for Hope or try to take her away from each other every other episode and are actually good together.

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Mikael is back. Davina brought him back from the other side almost a year ago. You've seen Kol and Finn in their new bodies and were completely freaked out by Finn. He had tried to kill you. You wouldn't leave your brothers or Hayley's side no longer than five minutes for almost two weeks.

Mikael had boomed into the abattoir, white oak stake in his hand, ready to kill. He laid his eyes on you the moment you ran into the room where you heard a familiar man's voice yelling. You regretted it as soon as you saw your father. The same father who had been tracking you and your siblings down for the past millennia.

You had thought Nik had already killed him, he told you he had. Did he lie?

Mikael went straight to you. You loudly screamed and tried to vamp speed out of the way, but he was too fast for you. He had caught you in his arms and pressed the stake right at your tiny chest.

As soon as your loud scream pierced the walls of the old building, the room was immediately full of your older siblings; Bekah, Nik, and Lijah, as well as Marcel and Hayley, whom you'd grown really close with since she was pregnant in the early months.

"LET HER GO" Klaus bellowed, his eyes flash a striking amber. His anger is through the roof, no one touches his baby sister and lives, no one. He starts to stalk his way over, followed by Elijah.

"Don't come any closer, boys" Mikael spat at them. You whimpered loudly as tears ran down your reddened cheeks. All you want is your big brothers.

"No" You hit your father's shoulder and tried to pull away from him. All that does is make his grip on you tighten to a painful extent. Even with your vampire healing, it hurts tremendously.

Veins appear under Hayley's eyes, enraged at Mikael for even going near the poor little girl. She uses her hybrid strength and lunges at him. She knocks the white oak stake out of his hands and bites him on the shoulder opposite you. She takes you into her arms and quickly vamps you back over to Marcel before returning to Mikael, along with Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah.

Your big sister grabbed the stake into her hand and vamped towards where Elijah and Klaus were pinning Mikael down each on one side and Hayley's arm was wrapped tightly around his neck. She shoved the stake right through Mikael's heart. Flames blaze across Mikael's body and clothing. His screams echoed through the whole compound.

They all backed away from the burning corpse of the vampire who hunts vampires, watching as he burned from the inside out.

Marcel had you tucked against his chest, hand on the back of your head so you didn't have to watch the fight going down. You sobbed into his shirt, scared out of your mind. You want, you want Hayley.

She was the one who took you from Mikael. You pull away once Marcel's grip slackens a bit after Mikael burns.

You outstretch your arms towards the hybrid. Hayley quickly comes over to you and brings you into her arms gently. She turns back around to the other three originals, Klaus has a hurt look on his face, clearly wishing you had wanted him.

Hayley feels guilty, mouthing 'I'm sorry' to him. Elijah nods in response to her before looking at his younger brother and Rebekah places a hand on his shoulder.

"She has no means to hurt you, Nik. Don't think about it too much. She loves all of us" Rebekah whispers to him. Klaus takes a deep breath before nodding in response to her. He knows he shouldn't hold it against you, you may be over 1000 years old, but you're 2 years old, with a mind and thoughts that come with it, even as a vampire. And he knows you love him, he shouldn't hold it against you.

He nods to Hayley, a smile twitching at his lips, before turning to the burnt to a crisp corpse.

"Well, we should tend to the trash, shall we, sister?" Klaus smirks towards Rebekah. "We shall" She smirks back to him.

Klaus walks over to your tiny, shaking body in Hayley's arms and places a hand on the back of your head before kissing your forehead. He then goes over to their father, putting his arms behind his back as he brainstorms what to do next.

Rebekah walks over to the two of you next and places a kiss on the crown of your head. "I love you, sweetie" She runs her hand through your soft hair before going over to where Nik and Elijah are.

Hayley walks towards the stairs, nodding at Marcel, to which he nods back before walking off to the room he was in before Mikael showed up.

She bounces you in her arms, trying to soothe and calm you down. "Oh, It's okay, Baby. He's gone. He's gone now" She holds you close. you lean into her warmth and grip your pudgy hands on her shirt.

"No need to cry no more," She says, starting to tear up herself. She walks into her room and opens the door to the nursery. She goes over to the crib where a baby Hope lays, eyes open, looking up at the mobile. And now her eyes land on her Mama and you.

You hear the tiny mewling sounds from Hope, and look up from Hayley's chest to the baby. you let go of her shirt with one hand and reach to Hope.

Hope sits up from where she was lying down, looking up at you. She has loved you from the start, even though she can't talk yet, but knows that love is returned back from you

"You want some time with Hope?" Hayley asks you. You've been obsessed with the baby girl since before she was born, you love her just as much as Hayley and Klaus. You immediately nod your head, "Hopey" you say and let out a grin even with the tear tracks on your face.

Hayley lowers you into the crib with her daughter and watches how you immediately get into a silent conversation with her. You both giggle and play together with the small toys scattered in the crib.

She watches as you both play, a smile on her face. If she could adopt you as her own daughter as well, she would have no second thoughts and do it in one fell swoop. But she knows that your family loves you a great deal.

If she were to be your mother, she would love you so much. She would give you the childhood and life you deserve. She would care for you as a mother like she has been for over a year. There's no way she can express just how much she loves you.

"I love you both so much," She tells you both, watching as you cuddle with each other into the soft blanket. Hope has two pacifiers in her hands. She hands one over to you the best she can and you take it in your tiny from her just as tiny hand.

Hope puts the other in her mouth, just as you put the one she handed you into yours. You both suck on the pacifiers, tiny suckling noises filling the room.

Hayley tries not to physically aww at the action. Both of her babies sucking on soothers. She knows you're older than a normal age of a 'baby', but you're just as a baby as Hope is in her eyes. And the same goes for the eyes of your big siblings.

Klaus walks into the bedroom not long after you and Hope doze off, curled into one another. He looks around the room, "Where's my baby sister?" He asks, worried about you after the event of earlier in the day.

"Shh" she holds a finger up to her lips before nodding down at the dark wooden crib.

He follows her instructions and looks down at the crib, his face softening right away. He watches as his two baby girls sleep, sucking on the pacifiers.

Hayley pulls him into the other room, closing the door so she doesn't wake you two up.

"Is Mikael dealt with? Gone for good?" She asks him. "Yes, he shall not return, never again. the look on her face, I- I froze, he was going to kill her. And it was my fault" His voice wavers.

"Hey, it's not your fault, and nothing happened. That asshole deserves what he got and everything that's coming his way in hell. You're her big brother, Y/n loves you so much" Hayley pulls the elder into a hug.

Klaus stiffens at first before melting into her arms, breathing in her scent. After ten more seconds, he backs away, looking into her eyes, vulnerability shining through them. He covers it back up before his eyebrows scrunch together and a glint in his eyes.

"Was Y/n using a pacifier?" a smile plays on his lips. "Yeah, our daughter thought she would want one and gave one to her.,. Obviously, she was right. I have a feeling they're not going to allow us to separate them for a while" Hayley chuckles lightly.

"I assume that's the same for you with her as well" He crosses his arms, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Fair enough" Hayley smirks back to him.

You don't leave Hayley and Hope's side for a little while. You love it when you're all having a cuddle session with Hayley or Klaus, or both of them. The pacifier also is starting to seem like a constant. The only one to have a bad word against it is Elijah, saying that you don't need to develop a bad habit of always wanting one. But that's quickly stopped when Rebekah dragged him out of the room and nicely explained how their baby sister using a soother is at the bottom of the list of their concerns.

You love Hayley, Hope, and your siblings to the moon and back.

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gxthicwxrm · 1 year

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Let Them Know We Are Coming- Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Warnings: blood, angst, violence, murder, attempted murder, mentions of child loss and death

Summary: The reader has to fight for her and her son when revenge for Storm's End comes busting down her door.

Word Count: 1,787

House Of The Dragon Masterlist

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"There you go, my little fighter. Close your tired eyes." You coo, holding your bundled son, Eli, as he falls asleep. Gliding toward his crib, you stroke back his silver hair and smooth out his furrowed brows. A content smile forms on his face before you kiss his forehead and lay him on his bed.

Lingering, you watched your son rest peacefully, but flashes of Lucerys, Rhaenyra's second son that Vhagar killed, taint your thoughts. The pain Rhaenyra must've felt seemed unbearable to you. Unable to think about it any longer, you attempt to distract yourself by examining your and Aemond's shared bookcase, canvassing for a novel. Since having Eli, you've been unable to find time to read again, always caring for the babe, and you thought this was the perfect opportunity to start again.

After some time of looking and flipping through an assortment of books, you found one that piqued your interest and found a spot to read in a plush velvety chair before curling under a throw blanket.

Quickly, you find yourself consuming page after page, and before you know it, hours have passed, and the sun has set. Looking around, you stretch against the back of the chair and check on Eli before moving to put your book on your bedside table. Readying yourself for bed, you search through the wardrobe and lay out the ones you choose before stripping from your gown and pulling on the sheer sleeping dress you love. The cold fabric sends a shiver down your back as you hear the door to your chambers open. Assuming Aemond has come home from his meeting with Aegon, you continue to dress with your back facing him, waiting to feel his arms wrap around your waist with the sweet smell of embers and leather, but you aren't met with his warm embrace.

Suddenly, the air feels dangerous as you turn to face your guest. Your lungs grow tight when you see two men you've never seen before blocking your doorway. Your first thought was your son; he was asleep still in his bassinet behind the two men.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? The King will hear about this intrusion if you do not leave. I am warning you kindly." You attempt to make these men retreat from whatever they came here to do, but they don't budge.

Taking a step toward you, one of the men shuts off the door while the other reaches for you causing you to flinch away from his filthy hand.

"We are just here for the boy. A son for a son, that's all. No need to hurt anyone else. Just to pay the debt." The man's gravelly voice pierces your heart as he shares an evil smile. His words bring light to

"The King will not stand for this! Aegon will have your hands for trying to hurt his nephew if my husband and I don't first." You shout through your teeth; anger radiates from you as you start tipping back toward Aemond's nightstand. The glint of his blade shines from the light bleeding into the window. With your eyes on the man before you, you grab the metal, then wave it in front of you.

"There's no need for that. We just want the child. Grab him." The plump man says to the lankier one, causing the latter to move towards the crib. Instantly, you lunge toward the more petite man, taking him by surprise as you slice at his extended arm, causing him to pull back from the wooden bed.

"You won't touch him." You snarl at him with teeth barred as you let your blade reach for them with every movement they make towards you and the crib as you look towards the locked door, hoping for someone to hear your screams.

Unfortunately, the noise only alerted your son, who woke with a hungry cry, startling you and your intruders. His scream made you instantly turn to him, making sure he was okay, when you felt hands grab your arms, pulling you from your child.

"No! Get off of me! I will kill you! I will kill you for this! Get your hands off of me! Aemond! Help! Someone! HELP US!" You thrash in the skinnier man's arms and feel his grip on your struggle. Using that to your advantage, you wiggle around before throwing your head backward, cracking the man in his nose.

Letting you go, he walks backward, hands flying to his nose that's gushing blood down his shirt. Looking down at his bloody hands, his face twists before he looks up and glares at you.

"This wasn't personal, but you made it that way." The man says before trying to grab you. Pulling back, you realize you still have the dagger in your hand. Before you had time to realize what had happened, you heard a yelp and liquid dripping on your hand. Looking down, you saw your hand on the blade and the metal in the man before you. A gasp left your throat as you looked at the pain in the man's eyes. You've never killed someone before, never raised a blade to anyone. But, you would care for your child.

"Cheese!" You hear the other man yell before running towards his partner, who stumbles into his arms. Cheese slumps to the ground, holding his wound while the other man looks up at you.

"Blood, finish it." Cheese mumbles, blood coating his bottom lip as he coughs. Silently, Blood stands to his feet before pulling out his knife.

"I will have that boy's life. If that means collecting yours first, I am sure they'd be fine with that." He declares. Twisting your blade, you ready yourself for his attack. 'There will be a song about the day I died protecting my children.' You joked coldly to yourself.

Blood moves towards the crib, making you tackle his side, throwing him into the dresser adjacent to your child whose wails echo around the room, melding in with your own as Blood's fist collides with your face. A crack follows a rush of pain that comes from your nose. Despite the pain, you reach out and slash his side twice, waving the more miniature sword in front of you.

"Oh, you bitch!" He screams as his dagger reaches for your abdomen, slicing the flesh under your robe as you jump back. You feel a trickle of wetness dance down your side but fight against the pain to jab Aemond's knife into the man's chest before pulling back. The intruder holds his chest, blood seeping past his thick fingers as he stumbles against the dresser.

Slumping against the wood, the color drains from the man as his partner has already grown cold. Heart still pounding in your chest, you go to your child, grabbing him with blood-drenched hands. Holding him, you lean against the wall and slowly allow yourself to fall down the stones, exhausted, softly cooing to your no longer crying child.

Suddenly, the doors swing open, and you are ready, blade extended, curled around your infant, prepared to kill the first man to walk in, but stop short when silver hair comes into view.

Aemond pushes through the doorway but stops quickly when he sees the state of you and the room. His eye finds the two men lying on the floor, one still breathing. Grabbing the live man's head, Aemond makes the man face him.

"Who sent you? Tell me before I take your life!" Aemond's hands grip the man's throat as the man grins.

"The Queen. A son for a son." At his words, Aemond grabs his knife from his waistband and slices the man's throat before stabbing the man known as Cheese in the eye. Turning towards you and Eli, his features soften as he dashes to your spot on the floor. His eye examines you, seeing your bruises, the gash on your arm, and blood smearing across your skin.

"Are you okay? How is Eli?" Aemond reaches for you and your son as you open your arms for him. Breathing in his scent, tears fall down your face as you smell the man you thought would have to find you and your son, the man you loved more than life.

"We're okay. It's okay." You held strong before Aegon and the guards, unable to let the fear go, still ready to fight if needed, but these men were no threat to you. You were their family as much as you were Aemond's.

"Dear sister, they will pay with their lives for this attempt. You have my word." Aegon speaks as his hands hold your shoulders. His words are solid and firm, anger creeping into his tone. With a kiss on your cheek and a nod to Aemond, Aegon goes to leave.

"Have their heads sent back to Dragonstone. Let them know we are coming for them." Aemond demands that Aegon turn to his younger brother considering the choice before nodding. Once the room is empty except for the three of you, you let your tears fall down your face as you lean into Aemond's chest. His arms wrap around you while he kisses the top of your head.

"I am so sorry I was not here to stop this." His voice breaks as he looks around the room before petting Eli's head. A spot of dried blood in his blood hair stops Aemond. He has to remind himself not of his son's blood but a reminder of what Aemond's son had to endure while his mother almost died.

"Aemond, all that matters is you're here now." You reassure him, stroking down his hair before leaning your forehead to his, closing your eyes." I love you, Aemond Targaryen." You pressed a kiss to his lips before he could reply. His hand cupped your face as you pulled away. "I love you more than words express, my dear wife."

All you wanted was for your family to be whole again, and now it was, even if you still felt their skin on yours, their blade to your skin, the threat they posed to your child.

Rhaenyra wanted you to understand what it felt like to be without your child and feel that pain. In a small way, you did, and it made you hurt for her and understand to a level the loss, pain, and helplessness she felt when your husband's dragon killed her baby. But, when you look at your family and feel the rage that drove you to kill these men to protect what was yours, all you can think is she will burn for what she tried today.

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Thank you for your time and for reading my work! I hope you enjoyed it!

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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Can't Go Back

Summary: Years of resenting JJ for hating you finally comes to a boiling point

Warnings: smut, drinking, mentions of weed, semi public sex, rough sex, 18+

A/N: this one goes out to @pankhoeforlife and the season 3 obx trailer that made us both feral. also gif credits to @pankhoeforlife

You were a Pogue through and through, growing up on the Cut and always hanging out with the rest of the gang. For as long as you could remember, JJ had always been cold towards you. He had no issues spending time with Kie or even Sarah, but for some reason whenever you came around he made an excuse to disappear.

Over the years your crush on him grew deeper. The soft, cute roundness of a younger guy turned into sharp lines and strong muscles of a man. You lived for the days where you got to watch him surf from the beach, manipulating his body in ways that took your breath away.

Of course you weren't the only one who took notice of his change in looks. There was no shortage of local girls or tourons who weren't lined up and ready to jump into bed with him. His reputation had gotten out of hand, a supposed god at using his tongue and extremely skilled at fucking girls into oblivion.

Kie was tired of you pouting at the bonfire tonight, making sure your cup was never empty. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" you slurred, head already buzzing from the previous drinks she'd made you.

"Nah, I just want you to have fun. Let's go dance!"

Reluctantly you let her lead you over towards the other party goers, swaying your bodies together to the music. As the minutes passed you started to actually enjoy yourself, laughing and dancing with Sarah and Kie.

At some point you ended up alone while they went to refill their cups. You wandered around, searching for John B or Pope to keep you company. Instead you stumbled upon JJ, making out with some blonde tourist a few feet away from the fire. Anger flushed hot through your body, storming over to where their bodies were wrapped around each other.

He heard you approaching, breaking the kiss just in time for you to throw the rest of your drink in his face. "I fucking hate you! Why do you sleep with anyone else but me?," you scream, not caring that people are starting to stare. You can see the rage behind his blue eyes, silently wiping the alcohol from his face before pushing to his feet.

"Let me take care of her, before she embarrasses herself even more." The girl laughs, shooting JJ a flirty wink that makes you lunge to punch her in the face. He wraps his arms around your body, throwing you over his shoulder like nothing as he carries you away from the crowd.

"JJ, I swear if you don't put me down I'm gonna kill you." You slap at his back, desperate to get free of the iron grip he has across your thighs.

"Shut up y/n. You've caused enough trouble for one night." He stomps the rest of the way up to his bike, setting you down on your feet.

You watch as he throws one leg over, straddling the machine, muscles rippling beneath his cutoff t-shirt. You've never been more turned on in your life, something about the way he was in total control and how his body looked perched on the seat made you snap into action.

You close the short distance between you, leaning over the handle bars and grabbing onto the back of his head. You slam your lips into his, savoring the flavor of beer mixed with the signature JJ tinge of weed.

At first he's so shocked he doesn't respond, but after a few seconds his hands are in your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss as his tongue swipes into your mouth.

He's the first to pull away, dismounting the bike and backing you up against the nearest tree. His hands are rough, tugging the ties on your swim top before tossing it away, instantly going to roll your nipples between his fingers. You groan at the feeling, pushing your chest forward to meet him.

He smirks darkly, sliding one hand down your torso before teasing just underneath the waistband of your shorts. "J please. Touch me."

He chuckles, undoing the button and zipper of your shorts before pushing them down to your ankles. Suddenly you're facing away from him, hands against the tree as he pulls your ass backwards.

His hot breath tickles your ear before you feel his teeth sink into your neck, surely leaving a huge bruise for everyone to see. "I plan to do a lot more than touch you princess. Just know, there's no going back after this."

You hear his zipper, mind racing at the thought of him stretching and filling you. He teases his cock through your folds, letting a moan slip at the feeling of your hot skin against his. "For someone who hates me, you're pretty wet," he teases, catching his cock on the edge of your entrance.

You can't wait any longer, throwing your hips back and forcing him to fill you up. You both curse at the sensations, your back arching naturally to let him in deeper. "Fuck, you feel like heaven. You better hold on tight sweetheart."

His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise but you don't care, lost in the feeling of his cock slamming in and out of you. His pace is brutal, each powerful thrust knocking your body forwards against the tree, bark biting into your bare breasts. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending you closer and closer to your high.

He winds one hand into your hair, pulling roughly and making you cry out at the burn. The new angle sends him impossibly deeper, brushing against your cervix with each thrust. "Oh shit. I'm gonna cum J, don't stop."

A few strokes later and you fall apart with a scream, clenching his cock as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you. "Fuck y/n," he groans into your ear, hips stilling as you feel his hot cum fill you up. You wince when he pulls out, already sore from his size and his roughness.

When you turn around to face him you melt at the smile on has face, dimples on display as he takes in your fucked out appearance. "Well, that wasn't how I expected tonight to go. Next time you want to hook up, please don't throw a drink in my face."

You shove him playfully, letting him lead you back over to his dirt bike. Once again you have to stop and appreciate just how hot he looks. He catches you staring, shooting you a knowing smirk. "What can I say? I like a man who knows how to ride."

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 7 days

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Hi, I have a request: Could you do Angel Dust x Human Reader in platonic way? Where Reader have magic skills and, for a mistake of a spell, fall in hell and meet Angel Dust.

(I don’t see much fan fiction where Hazbin Hotel characters interact with human reader and I hope this can be possible)

Thank you

omg yes!!! i loved this idea so so much! thank you for your patience as i did this request and i hope you enjoy it!

down the rabbit hole

rated: G

the spell was supposed to be simple. a simple spell that was to protect your home and transport any negativity away from your home. but after you chanted the last spell for it, you heard rumbling that grew louder. your dog, luna, whined as she darted closer to you and the rumbling increased.

“shit. how are we getting an earthquake?” you ask yourself out loud, not thinking anything of the shaking yet. that is until the ground started to fall away from your feet. your eyes widen as you see a maroon ground and desolate surroundings. your feet glued to where you were as you tried to run and pull luna with you, but to no avail. your scream echoed as you and luna fell through the portal and landed on the ground. your breath knocked from your lungs as luna landed on top of you. you look at her and the around you, seeing a city, but more conveniently a large building that showed it was the “hazbin hotel”. you blinked and murmured to luna to keep close by as she whined and followed you.

shakily making it up to the door, you hesitated for a moment, anxiety clutching in your chest as you froze. a soft lick on your hand pulling you out of your paralysis as you look at luna and sigh.

“okay, girl. i just have to knock right?” you ask, posing your hand to do so, when the door suddenly opens.

“well, hello there-“ the voice is cut off as you scream, startled and step back. luna takes this as whoever was there as a threat and lunges. your mind catches up to your body as you scream at her to heel. not before a very high pitched scream comes from whoever opened the door and they fall back. you, holding luna, look at the… man? deer? person. he was on the ground and his arms in front of his face, subtly shaking.

“i am so sorry. that was my fault. you startled me and she thought i was in danger.” you explain as you tell luna to sit and stay, and you walk over to help the red deer man up. he glares up at you, looking like he was going to have some snarky comment, when his eyes widen.

“where are you from?” he asks, getting up himself and brushing off his coat like nothing happened. you blink for a moment, and straighten up.

“i’m from california?” you answer, framing it more like a question. his glare is unamused as he stands up straight.

“no, where are you from, what ring? you don’t look hell born.” he says, his eyes narrowing in distrust.

“i-um-i don’t know how to answer that. i’m from earth. i guess? i’m a witch, and i did a spell and i think it went wrong. where am i, actually?” you ask.

“oh yer in hell toots.” a voice comes down the stairs. “charlie we got a new one!” the white spider yells up the stairs, still consumed on their phone. you blink.

“is everyone animals down here?” you ask, but before you can get an answer, a woman with blonde hair bounds down excitedly.

“oh another guest! are you ready to be-“ her eyes widen looking at you. “redeemed?” she trails off, her face scrunching in confusion.

“are you an angel?” another woman, who is next to the blonde asks. you blink owlishly at them.

“i mean, i’ve had compliments before, but if i look that much like an angel, thank you?” you say and the woman shakes her head.

“no, you’re an angel.” her face distorting into anger as she pulls out a spear. “why are you here?” she yells as you back up. luna jumping in front of you and growling. everyone takes a step back at that.

“oh my fuck. is that a dog?” the white spider demon asks, and walking up to luna. luna’s growls deepen and you tell her to heel again.

“be nice.” you mutter to her as she whines and sniffs the spider demons outstretched hand. deeming him a worthy friend, goes over and sits in front of them for pets. “you can pet her. she’s fine.” you say, looking at the spider demon and smiling.

“i haven’t pet a dog in almost 80 years…” he trailed off.

“that’s a dog? from earth?” the blonde squeals and goes over, mimicking the way the spider demon introduced himself and then petting luna too.

“so, let me get this straight… i’m in hell?” you ask. the red deer nods, standing far away from luna.

“yes. you are in hell. but why don’t you look like demon spawn is beyond me.” he provides.

“probably because i didn’t die.” you conclude. “im assuming you all were born here or died and ended up here, right.” there were murmurs of agreement.

“except vaggie,” the blonde points to the spear wielding girl, “she’s a fallen angel.” you nod.

“heaven that bad?” you ask.

“you have no idea.” she deadpans.

“so, i apologize if this is rude, but who are you all?” you ask.

“oh my goodness! i don’t introduce myself!” the blonde exclaims getting up and rushing over to you. “i’m charlie! charlie morningstar. and this is the hazbin hotel. a place where sinners can be rehabilitated and go to heaven.” your eye brows raise at that.

“morningstar, as in lucifer morningstar?” you ask, a bit shocked.

“that’s the very one!” she exclaims.

“how is he? he’s felt a bit off recently, and hasn’t liked the offerings i’ve put out.” you ask as charlie looks at you confused.

“you know my dad?” her head tilted in confusion.

“well, not really. i work with him, in my practice. i’m a witch.” you explain.

“oh, like alastor!” charlie says, making a connection. you look over to where she pointed at the red deer demon, alastor you assumed.

“i don’t think she deals in my magic, charlie.” alastor explains.

“what is your magic?” you ask, curious.

“partially voodoo.” he looks at you and smiles.

“oh, goodness no. my family doesn’t practice voodoo, and that is a closed practice i respect. but more power to ya man!” you say, nodding at him. he tilts his head at you curiously and you look over at luna now on her back and the spider demon rubbing her stomach.

“if you rub her chest to her stomach in one fell swoop, she’ll be your best friend.” you laugh as the spider demon looks at you, does that and watches as luna’s tail wags quicker. he laughs and does it again.

“oh my god, i’m in love.” he says, petting her ears.

“that’s angel.” charlie explains. you smile and nod, until a new person descends the stairs and calls out for charlie.

“charlie, sweetie!” the voice says, getting louder coming down the stairs. “you don’t happen to know where my hat is, do you?” you look curiously at the man, who is barely taller than you, his eyes fixed on his jacket not looking up.

“ummm… no, dad. also. i want you to meet…” charlie looks at you. “i never asked your name.”

“oh! it’s y/n. it’s a pleasure to actually meet you in the flesh lord lucifer.” you say, bowing your head slightly. he stops and looks at you, looking taken aback.

“you didn’t die y/n, why are you down here?” he says coming over to you and grasping your arms.

“i was doing that protection spell for the house and i think i fucked it up.” you say, a bit downtrodden.

“don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetie. we all make mistakes and luckily i can get you back up to earth.” he says, smiling at you.

“thank you. it’s a wonder to actually meet you. i was worried, you hadn’t liked many of my offerings.” you said and he looked bashful.

“how do you guys know each other?” charlie asks.

“well, i work with lucifer in my practice, like i said before.” you say.

“she’s a witch charlie. there are many different types of witches, but there are some who have the gifts to communicate with beings outside of earth, or choose to honor certain beings through what earth calls offerings. they can be food, trinkets, etc.” lucifer continued to explain.

“they’re a form of devotion. and there are many different types of relationships you can have. i work with your dad for help with my spell work, i’ve been working with him for almost 10 years now. not so long to him, but a long time to me.” you finish.

“i had no idea…” charlie explained.

“that’s why i said about the offerings and your dad not liking them. i can normally get a vibe.” you laugh. “maybe i need to put more apples?” you ask, chuckling. lucifer chuckling with you.

“nah, just put a damn rubbah duck.” angel says, still petting luna. “he loves ‘em!” you look to lucifer and he shrugs.

“i do like ducks.” he bows his head, bashfully.

“noted.” you say as you walk over to angel and luna, sitting with them. you smile at angel and pet luna’s head and sigh.

“so, how do i get outta here?” you ask, looking at lucifer.

“how about ya nevah leave and luna stays here. she’d love fat nuggets!” angel exclaims.

“fat nuggets?” you ask.

“my pet pig. sweetest little doll eva.” angel says, leaning to you like he was telling you a secret. you smile and coo at that.

“i’m going to need to get an asmodeon crystal from lust and then i will be back. stay here until i get back all right?” lucifer said, materializing a portal and getting ready to step through it. you salute him in understanding and he disappears.

“that means we’ve got more time to talk and i’ve got more time to let this dog!” angel exclaims, laying down next to luna who was fast asleep now. you laugh and look around.

“it seems i do.”

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trendywaifus · 1 year

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nezuko x reader where only mc can calm down demon nezuko in a fit of rage (missing tanjiro as he sustained a lot of injuries and is still crawling back to your wherabouts)

this is a very old draft, but i wanted to finish this for the new ds ep! so spoilers to those who haven’t seen the anime or read the manga! I kind of cut sum stuff out to avoid making it longer. hi there anon bud uh hope you’re doing okay!

you screamed in horror as nezuko hungrily lunges at the innocent injured woman with the intent to devour her. as fast as your aching legs can take you, you jumped onto nezuko’s back, and slot the blade between her teeth to prevent her from hurting the poor woman. you cringed as her teeth nearly sinks into your (f/c) blade. you forgot how strong she was!

“ nezuko, please calm down!! fight it! you have to resist it! “ blinded by her intense hunger, nezuko hustles around, growling, screaming as she tries to remove you from her body. you held on tighter, squeezing your eyes shut as you desperately beg for the girl to snap out of it.

“ don’t worry! [name]’s here! your brother will be here soon too, we’ll make it okay! just—“ you gasp as your back harshly met with the celling. crying in pain as the two of you fell back to the floor with you still on nezuko’s back, refusing to let go, you desperately prayed that tanjirou would hurry back and help you calm her down. “ nezuko, please! you mustn’t give in!-“ in attempt to get you off her body, she throws herself into the thin wall, crashing into another room full of bystanders. the angry demon blindly clawed at you repeatedly and managed to scratch your cheek and ear. “ ow, ow! shit you feisty minion, you’re scratching me! “ the bystanders in the room cowered on fear, stupidly watching the scene unfold. “ why the hell are all of you standing around for, run! is everyone here just stupid bimbos and stupid horny bums?!-“

abruptly, nezuko braces herself and jumps through the ceiling to another floor. you coughed horsely at the dust filling your throat and you’re starting to lose the remainder of your strength. the grip you managed to hold around her waist weakens. the bystanders around you screamed at the sight of you and nezuko coming through the floor. much to your luck, daki who seemed severely burnt, angrily stalks towards you two with her sashes ready to strike. you cursed under your breath, you can’t just let nezuko go with innocents near by! in a flash, tengen appears beside you, marveled by nezuko’s transformation. he comments on her violent behavior completely ignoring the demon behind him.

“ tengen! you lame ass wannabe sissy, can’t you see the weight of the situation here? help me out! “ the hashira shrugs, uncharacteristically unbothered by your insult. “ what do you want me to do about it? it’s quite a shame that kamado boy is having you babysit his own sister. not very manly of him when he talked so big in front of master. why not sing her a lullaby? make it quick, the fight isn’t over yet. “ before you can curse out the man for his lack of support, growling, nezuko suddenly lunges herself backwards, smashing through the wall and throwing you two out of the building. your stomach dropped at the gut-wrenching realization that it was going to be a hard fall.

your body hit the ground roughly, knocking the wind out of your lungs. your vision filled with black spots as you peer up at the cloudless night sky in exhaustion. your consciousness is slipping, nezuko’s violent growls and grunts of anger grew more and more distant. at this point, nezuko is halfway from finally ripping herself from your body until a familiar voice booms from the distance.

“ (name)! please, hold nezuko off for just a little more, i’m almost there! she’s trying to get away! “ snapping back to reality, you swiftly snatched nezuko back to your front by the blade still pressed between her teeth. she aggressively reaches her hand out towards the building and you followed suit, grabbing ahold of it in a tender manner. you take a deep yet shaky breath, leaning down towards her ear and whispered, “ it’s time to simmer down now, your big brother tanjirou is going to be here soon. we’ll all be together again.“ the warmth in your voice, your tender words, and the way your hand is grasping hers strikes a familiar nostalgia within her.

her aggression seizes and much to your surprise, she bursts out crying. you released the sword from her mouth and tossed it to the side to comfort her until she reduces to a small weeping child asleep in your arms. the sound of rapid footsteps approach and tanjirou bends down next to you to drink in the sight in front of him. he places his calloused hand on her temple gingerly. “ are you alright (name)? thank you, thank you for looking out for her when i couldn’t. if i only got here sooner. .”

“ don’t start with ifs now, tanjirou. tengen and the upper moon is still inside. “

“ r-right! “

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny #kimestu no yaiba #kimestu no yaiba x reader #nezuko x reader #kimestu no yaiba imagines #kny tanjiro kamado #kny tengen #kny daki #tanjirou kamado #tengen uzui

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uh-wriring · 9 months

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Like a Wild Animal

Prompt: You're in an argument with Miguel regarding the situation with Miles. He doesn't know how to deal with things.

Tags: Miguel & gn reader. Angst, grief, he raises his voice, a bit of physical violence.

Drops of rain fell from the clouds above, painting the sky in shades of gray and blue. The rooftop held a kind of beauty, with the smell of water hitting the concrete, birds flying to their homes much like the people bellow on the street.

You’d appreciate the scenery so much more if you weren’t arguing with O’hara, who just raised his voice at you. Not in the “you fucked up in a mission” way, no, much worse. You just touched an open wound, and like a wild animal, he showed his teeth and claws, clearly telling you to stay away.

He wasn’t disappointed, he was defensive.

Suppose that’s what you get for bringing Gabriella up. Or maybe for disagreeing on the “Miles subject.” Likely both, though.

“You know I’m right, Miguel.” You recover your previous poise, the one you held before you tuned out as he screamed. “You know it.”

“Do not compare my situation to this.” his posture tells all you need to know. He’s ready. Alert. Angry. Who were you to even mention his family, let alone mention them in this context.

In reality, he is still grieving. You had been through something so similar, the pain that reoccurs can break a vein in half, shatter your lungs and take you out for a days, but Miguel insisted on keeping on working and looking at old pictures, and he just… He’s grieving.

And grief is an abyss.

One that threatens to swallow even the highest of hearts. You knew the urge to throw yourself into work, to revisit old memories, to keep moving forward just to keep from sinking. And that’s what he is doing.

“This is different. Miles is different.” You say, mouth now aching and throbbing.

“It isn’t.” he turns to the exit, so high and strong, he almost looks fragile. But you continue, pushing through the pain in your mouth.

“We could help him, imagine what that would mean for the society- he wasn’t even supposed to be spider -man, and, if it’s the Spot that’s killing his father, wouldn’t that make his death the consequence of an anomaly- don’t - Miguel!”

The exit door makes a click when opening.

He fucking walked out on you.

You go after him, walking through the pale corridors of the spider society, almost screaming.

“You know damn well this isn’t the same, O’hara!”

He doesn’t answer, he only walks, always walking, always running, always facing but never feeling. Oh how he would hate you for your next words.

“He isn't doing what you did!”

His steps slowed, his back rigid. The words must’ve hit him like a punch to the gut.

He froze, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. And then, as if the weight of your words had cracked something open within him, he turned back to you.

The tension in the air was thick, charged with unspoken history.

And then it happened.

His fists collide with you, your body crashing to the ground. The pain was sharp, the taste of copper in your mouth strong, warm, coming from above.

“You don’t know shit about my family.” He looms over you, presence almost suffocating. He could kill you if he so wished. And maybe you wanted to make him wish that.

Your head rests against the cold floor, accepting the physical loss.

“You know what makes people like us?” you ask, “We try, Miguel. We always try. Isn’t this worth a try?”

For a second, a maroon, cloud gazed, second, you catch his eyes shifting from anger to something softer. But just like summer rain, it goes away, and he threatens:

“I won’t let him break the universe more than he already has. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

And then he left.

The corridor was silent, save for the rain hitting the walls and the sound of your ragged breaths. You gingerly touch your nose, your fingers coming away red.

Your words hung in the air. Hopefully you had planted a seed.

And as the rain continued to fall, a steady rhythm seemed to mirror your heartbeat. You contemplated the path ahead. Perhaps Lyla could help.

#atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x male reader #fanfic #miguel o'hara x gn reader #prompt #think of the cake meme think of the cake meme think of t #my writing #one shot #angst #grief

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gyuzoh · 13 days

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“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.

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chapter one.

your ego was out of this world, you knew you were the shit. your eyes are round and a perfect shade of desert sand brown, lips plump like they were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

the overflowing compliments from others didn’t help the inflation of your ego, you let that shit get to your head. with the way you looked, face, body and soul, why wouldn’t you?

your looks had helped you since the day you first saw light in the hospital room. you were never once rejected, from job interviews to the boys you hit on. which actually weren’t many.

maybe your overconfidence was the reason others had titled you as arrogant, and uptight. rumours followed you everywhere you stepped, from highschool and now to your current job as a dj.

along the lines of being a stuck up bitch, there were always rumours surrounding you stating you were a promiscuous woman.

you weren’t dumb, nor deaf. you knew about the rumours that circulated around you, nor did you ever find the need to deny or accept them.

you’ve heard them all, ‘she only speaks to those who can give her something’, ‘i’ve seen her go home with a different younger man every week,’ and it’s not like they were actually true, so you felt no obligation to feel anything about those rumours other than, nothing.

however this time, you felt something other than nothing. you felt anger, because for the first time in your lifetime you had been denied of something you wanted because of those stupid rumours. and possibly him seeing the little incident that took place last night. kim mingyu.

you knew who spat those dirty lies into his ears, and this time you feel a pang of hatred.

hatred is a strong word, but in this particular moment it’s the one that would describe the feeling you had for mingyu’s little girlfriend.

sure, somi had the right to put a girl who’s hitting on her supposed boyfriend in place, but you absolutely could not take the disrespect being thrown right in your face. the way she inadvertently called you a younger boy loving whore.

you’d never actually had someone spit on your shoes right infront of you, but that’s what it felt like she did.

you release a frustrated sigh, it’s not like there was anything you could actually do about it right this moment.

with the rumbling of your stomach, you lunge out of bed and pull your phone out from your pyjama pants, checking the time.

11:47pm, you hadn’t had dinner yet so you walk out the bedroom and down the hallway to heeseung’s bedroom where music was blasting. knocking on the boys door you scream his name, after four attempts he finally opens the door and asks you what you need.

“i’m going to convenience store for some ramyeon, want anything?” you ask the younger boy, he tells you what he wants and you nod in response, then leave to go satisfy your cravings.

with airpods in your ear blasting jay park, you make your way out of your apartment and down the dimly lit streets of seoul to the nearest convenience store.

the bell rings as you enter the well lit store, you make a bee line straight to the ramyeon aisle, scanning the shelves for the pink packet of buldak carbonara.

finding the pink pack, your arms reach out and you grab four. you walk to the cash register and pull out your phone ready to pay. the bell rings again as someone enters the corner store, you however don’t pay attention as the idea of filling up your empty stomach was more important.

as you lift your phone to pay for the meal, the screen goes black and unresponsive. you press the power button multiple times but to no avail, your phone is, dead. tonight was not your night.

you groan in frustration and reach into your pockets hoping there was any chance of loose change miraculously appearing. no chance.

“sorry, do you have a charger by any chance?” you ask the clerk to which he shakes his head no. tonight was not your night.

just as you’re about to put your ramyeon back, a large hand reaches out and pays for your food.

“i’ll pay for it,” a deep husky voice says.

you turn your head back and notice the incredibly broad shoulders of the brunette boy who stood inches behind you, towering over you. the scent of peaches emitting from his grey sweater filling your nose, making your nose scrunch from the pleasantry.

you turn around and open your mouth to thank your saviour, “thank you so much, like seriously, how can i repay you?”

he smiles at you and lifts his glasses up his nose as it fell slightly, he shakes his head no and tells you not to worry about it. but you do worry about it.

as you’re about to open your mouth again to reply, a voice cuts you off. one that you’ve undoubtedly heard before, your head snaps to their direction and you take in a look of your newly found crush. “wonwoo, we need more milk at home.”

there he stood in all his glory, a black hoodie and loose grey sweats. mingyu. maybe tonight is your night.

mingyu however did not notice you as you were hidden behind the broad shoulders of the man in front of you.

“yeah, just grab any,” the boy named wonwoo responded. he turns to face you again after yelling back to mingyu, he hands you his phone which had instagram open.

confusion must’ve been evident on your face because wonwoo chuckles softly and speaks, “if i ever want you to repay me that five dollars and twenty cents i’ll need a way to contact you, no?”

your mouth opens in an ‘ohhh’ and you nod your head, putting in your instagram handle for the knight in shining armour. you thank wonwoo again and grab the ramyeon packets from the clerks bench and nod to him as you rush outside and back home.

you really wanted an excuse to speak to mingyu, but you felt awkward sparking up a conversation with the beauty due to the argument you had with his little girlfriend. with the nth sigh of the day, you make your way back to your shared apartment to have your noodles.

“who were you talking to?” mingyu asks his roommate. wonwoo shrugs and pulls up your instagram to show his friend.

mingyu does a double take at the phone before his lips curled up in a slight smirk. “she tried to hit on me last night, she’s hell pretty though.”

wonwoo raises his brows at his friend and scrolls through your instagram page, pictures of you and your friends at dinner, promotions for your dj gigs.

“she a dj at your club?” wonwoo asks mingyu, to which mingyu nods his head yes.

mingyu takes a seat at the convenience stores window bench, placing their food down, wonwoo following suit.

“yeah, she asked for my instagram but somi cockblocked me,” mingyu slurps up a chopstick full of the spicy noodles, “i think they got into a fight at the end of the night, some younger girl slapped somi’s cheek.”

wonwoo laughs as he imagines the scene, taking a bite of his own meal.

“you and somi still got a thing going on?” wonwoo asks. mingyu shakes his head no, finishing off his ramyeon with one last slurp, using a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“no, we stopped after we got into university but she keeps telling everyone we’re together so i’m confused on where we stand.”

it’s officially been one week since the incident with somi out front of the nightclub, and six days with your one sided encounter with mingyu at the convenience store.

you were here at the club again, as you’ve been offered a full time gig here. as you walk in through the entrance, the manager seungcheol pulls you aside, starting a conversation with you.

“hey, i heard you had an incident last week with one of my bartenders,” he starts off, you knew where this was going but you didn’t want to let that girl ruin your chances of dj’ing at seoul’s biggest night club, for two reasons.

one being that the gigs you do here pay really good money, and two, you needed any excuse to prove to mingyu you weren’t just some promiscuous girl with plenty of boy toys.

seungcheol continues with his conversation, “i know you’re popular and a lot of our customers here are fans of you, so i’m going to let this slide and you off with a warning just this once.”

a sigh of relief escapes your glossed lips and you smile softly at the bright red haired male who stood opposite you.

“thank you so much, i promise i’ll be on my best behaviour.”

with a bow, you make your way to the dj booth and as you do, you walk past the bar and see the undeniably pretty blondie who called you a whore the previous week.

best behaviour my ass, with her back towards you, you lift up your two hands and flip her the bird before continuing with your walk to the dj deck. satisfied.

jungkook stands there with his headset on, upon seeing you he sends a bunny like smile your way.

the taller tattooed boy pulls you into a side hug to greet you, “i heard you got into a fight with somi last week,” he says.

you groan as you start to unpack your bag, pulling out your headphones and ear plugs. does everyone know your business these days?

“it was barely even a fight,” you explain, shuddering as you remember the incident that took place at this very location last week.

“more like a one sided argument over the hottie bartender mingyu, didn’t even get to throw hands at the disrespect she threw at me.”

he raises his slitted left brow, chuckling at your explanation and your unintended confession. “you eyeing kim mingyu?” he asks.

you nod in agreement, there was no point in hiding your newly found crush, “he’s so hot, but i’m pretty sure he thinks i hit it off with younger boys.”

jungkook pulls off his headset as you connect your usb to the deck, swapping sides with him.

“how so?” the boy questions as he begins to pack up his equipment whilst you mix your songs into his, bopping slightly to the music.

“he walked out into our little argument and heeseung was there with all his friends, plus i bet miss blondie said something to him about me,” you continue to bop to the music and shoo away the random male who came up behind you once again, trying to hand you some unwanted alcohol.

jungkook ‘ahh’s’ in reply, nodding his head in understanding before shrugging his shoulders.

“why don’t you just tell everyone hee’s your brother?”

you shrug, “no one ever asks.”

jungkook couldn’t deny that fact and nodded his head again. the conversation ends there and you focus on your gig, you did promise seungcheol your best behaviour.

your set ends peacefully and you pack up your equipment, swiftfully evading the drunken men making passes at you.

swinging your designer bag around your shoulders, you quickly fix your tight fitting minidress and strut your way to the bar. you only had one goal tonight, and that was to change mingyu’s impression of you.

though you have no idea how you were going to do that.

pushing girls out of the way, muttering soft ‘sorry’s’, you stand right in front at the bar, opposite to mister god sculpted. you wait for him to finish serving the man beside you, and when he finishes, he makes eye contact with you.

“hey,” you say breathlessly, this man had your knees shaking at just one glance, and you loved it. you’ve never felt so intimidated by a man before and it ignited something inside you.

mingyu looks you up and down, taking notice of the pink sparkly gloss on your plump lips, then he looks you in your eyes.

“alize lemonade again?” he asks you, grabbing a glass from the tray beside him.

you nod in agreement and watch him as he pours your drink, his biceps tensing under the pressure of lifting the blue liquor. you could stare for hours if he’d let you.

he places the drink in front of you, and you pull out the free drink card from your bag and place it in his palms, once again grazing your fingers against his for an extra second.

you look up at mingyu and smile, showing off your tooth gems that glimmered from the reflection of the bar lights.

“i still really want your instagram,” you blurt out. you hadn’t even had a sip of your alcohol yet, but for some reason the words just slipped out of your mouth.

mingyu chuckles and tilts his head to the left, “do you just ask anyone for their instagram?”

you shake your head no vigorously as you grab the drink from the bar top and take a sip of it, savouring the sweet flavour. as you’re about to reply to mingyu, a high pitched voice calls out to him, just like deja vu.

mingyu nods at you before walking to the other side of the bar and your eyes follow him, if you had a dollar for everytime you’d been cockblocked by somi— you’d have two dollars. which isn’t a lot, but it’s two times more than you’d wish for.

with a sigh you walk off and sip your drink. thinking about the two made your head hurt, you needed a smoke break.

“what’s with you and interfering when it comes to the cute dj?” mingyu asks the female, to which she responds with a shrug.

“i told you i’d save you the hassle of rejecting her, she’s bad news i told you.”

mingyu rolls his eyes at somi, getting tired of the mind games she’s been playing with him the past couple of years.

mingyu and somi used to have a friends with benefits relationship, but she had called it quits once they reached university because mingyu had confessed he had feelings for her. however, recently his feelings have come to a slow halt, he had been pining over her since highschool and he was getting tired of being led on by a string.

“i don’t know why you care, you’re the one that wanted us to stop in the first place.”

mingyu isn’t able to get a response from somi, as a familiar voice butts into their conversation. mingyu looks towards the bar top and sees heeseung with his arm wrapped around a girl, and it wasn’t you.

“two tequila’s” heeseung says, placing a fifth onto the bench, which mingyu grabs before placing two shot glasses on the bench, then pouring the gold liquor into them.

mingyu wasn’t exactly sure what to think, nor did he know if it was his place to actually say anything due to the fact that you and him weren’t even considered acquainted, but he was rolling with the assumption heeseung really was your boy toy.

“don’t you have a girlfriend?” he questions the younger boy, placing lemons on the rim of the shot glasses, “i don’t think you should be going around with other girls when yours is working right here, no?”

heeseung tilts his head in slight confusion, unsure of the nonsense mingyu was spouting, but heeseung was too tipsy to connect the dots and just annoyed at the fact mingyu was trying to lecture him out of nowhere.

“who are you to assume shit about me?” heeseung asks, downing the tequila and sucking on the lemon. “i don’t even know you.”

you stand outside in the cold, shivering slightly as you pull out a cigarette from your bag, placing the tobacco stick between your lips.

you reach into your bag again for a lighter, only to find it misplaced. “shit, did i leave it at home?” you question yourself, groaning in frustration at your forgetfulness.

as you’re about to turn around to ask the group of men a few feet away if they could lend you their lighter, a hand reaches out and ignites your cigarette— the scent of peaches overpowering the stench of smoke around you.

you glance towards the owner of the black lighter, seeing your saviour from the other night. what was his name? won… wonwoo.

with an inhale, you lift your hand and place the stick between your fingers before exhaling slowly, leaning your back against the wall, your head tilted in the direction of your knight in shining armour.

“hey, thanks again,” you say, pulling out another cigarette from your bag, but before you can hand it to wonwoo he pushes his hand out to deny it.

your brows furrow, “i don’t smoke.” well then why did he have a lighter?

as if your thoughts were written all over your face, wonwoo chuckles and explains himself. “a cousin of mine smokes and never brings his own lighter, you probably know him.”

you respond with an ‘ahhh’ and nod your head, puffing on the cigarette and starting small talk with mr peaches.

“what brings you out tonight?” you ask, curiously.

wonwoo shrugs, “my roommates working, so i thought i’d abuse the free drinks.”

you laugh at his answer, flicking the cigarette onto the concrete and stepping on it with the tip of your high heel. “mingyu’s your roommate?” you ask, though you already knew the answer, thanks to stalking wonwoo’s instagram the previous night.

wonwoo nods his head yes, and responds in a way that makes you shy and caught off guard. “you’re into mingyu, no?”

words were stuttering as they left your lips, trying to find any excuse to cover up the fact that what he said, was indeed factual. wonwoo laughs at your awkwardness, he found you quite adorable with the way your thoughts were so visible on your face.

“he told me that night at the convenience store,” he says. you sigh before finally nodding slowly at his previous question, you plead for him to not let word out, though that would prove to be quite useless as you make it pretty obvious to almost everyone you had the hots for mingyu.

wonwoo laughs again, “okay, then in return for last time, can you dj at my friends party? we’ll pay a good sum.”

and how do you possibly deny a well paid gig, well, you don’t. wonwoo and you exchange details about the event on instagram and then part ways as he’s decided it was home time for him.

you’re stood beside the bar pouring yourself a glass of water where the self serve water is, sipping it slowly as you try your best to sober up. you’ve been handed a few drinks by the fellow dj’s you’ve made acquaintances with while you were in the dj booth passing time.

to your shock, mingyu approaches you first, pulling you to the side, looking around swiftly like as if he was an agent in an action genre film. how cute.

mingyu looks downwards to make eye contact, his hair sticking to his forehead. “look, i’m not saying i care but you should keep your little boyfriend in check,” he says.

your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected lecture, and confusion at the word boyfriend. what boyfriend? you hadn’t had one for the past year, and you didn’t want one unless it was the man standing right in front of you.

“me? keep my boyfriend in check?” you question, the water didn’t exactly help sober you up and with your short temper, you started blurting words you would regret sooner or later.

“i think the one who should keep their partner in check is you,” you shout, loud enough to be heard over the music but not too loud everyone could listen in on your conversation.

“i wouldn’t be needing to keep anybody in check if your missus wasn’t going around calling people whores.” you spat.

“hey, i’m just looking out for you-“ mingyu tries to calm you down, but the liquor was coming up. lifting your hand up, you subtly tell him to talk to your hand, the other one coming up to your mouth.

“i need to fucking puke.”

taglist: @mochami-mochi @gyuwoosbabie

#kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #mingyu #seventeen #wonwoo #heeseung #enhypen

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disneyanddisneyships · 4 days

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My malaponi birthday fic request is them having the day to themselves forgetting about that stinky man aponi just divorced. They both went to Lu Lu world or smth bc mal wanted to cheer Aponi up

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTFREN I HOOE I DID THIS THE WAY YOU WANTED. <3

Warnings: a but angst here and there but overall just some fluff. Not proofread.

Mal knocked on the front door of Lilly's house.

She hadn't heard from her best friend in half a week, and honestly it was worrying.

Lilly had just divorced alastor and Mal saw how much it had affected her.

So when the opportunity arises where Mal gained free lulu world tickets, she knew who she was going to take immediately.

"Lilly!" Mal called out as she walked into aponi's house with the key she may or may not have stolen.

However, when there was no answer, Mal walked further into the house and up to where her best friend would be sleeping.

"Lillyyyy~" mal sang as she peaked into the room only to see Lilly crying on the floor, a scrapbook in her lap. ".. oh Lilly...." Mal stated as her face morphed into one of worry.

"Mal i... sorry you have to see this I'm just... going through some things..." aponi stated as she held up the scrapbook.

Mal just sighed before walking over and sitting down next to her.

"..... you need to get out of this house, Lills...." Mal stated as she took the book away gently, placing it on the floor.

"...... I know...." aponi muttered as she wringed her hands together in her lap.

".... I have tickets to lulu world. How about we go have a girls day? Get your mind off of... everything..." Mal suggested.

Lilly sighed before giving a small nod.

"Wonderful! Cmon, let's get you cleaned up," Mal stated as she helped her best friend up and into the bathroom.

......

After an hour or so of getting ready, the girls made their way to the theme park that was somehow the only form of good entertainment in hell.

"What should we do first?" Mal asked as she and Lilly walked arm in arm together.

"How about the Rollercoaster? I'd like to scream off some extra anger and tension," Lilly replied, humor in her tone.

"Works for me!" Mal exclaimed as the two walked to the giant Rollercoaster in the middle of the park.

As the Rollercoaster took off, Aponi screamed at the tip of her lungs, which made Mal stop screaming just to look over in concern at her recently divorced best friend.

When the Rollercoaster had stopped and the girls got out, Mal spotted the picture taken on the ride and snorted.

"You look like you're yelling in spanish at your kid who just slammed the door in your house" Mal stated.

"And you look like the kid I'm yelling at," Lilly joined in with a smile.

Mal chuckled before pulling out her phone and looking around sneakily, snapping 3 pictures in a row of the picture so they wouldn't have to pay for a printed one.

"Cmon let's go before someone tattles," she muttered, dragging Lilly out of the building.

As the girls ran, they laughed as well. Only stopping when they were both out of breath.

"Okay. Now that the ride is done, how about we get some food?" Lilly asked as she looked around for a food stand.

"Oooh food! I love food!" Mal stated as she looked around as well. "Oh, look! Hot dog stand!" She pointed.

As the two girls made their way to the food stand, they didn't notice the shadow that watched them from its hiding space.

They were also too engrossed in their time together to see the radio Demon spawning out from the shadow, his eyes laced with sadness and his smile rigid and practiced.

His shadow frowned, looking between him and his ex wife who he missed dearly.

"... she looks happy," Alastor spoke to the mute darkness that was attached to him.

No answer of course, but the shadow seemed to frown harder.

"...... I need to do something for her.... to prove myself... as everyone has told me.... but what do I do?" Alastor asked, not expecting an answer.

With a sigh. Alastor dissapeared into his shadows once again.

.....

"I can't believe you still ate the hot dog," Lilly stated as she watched Mal throw the wrapper away.

"It was perfectly fine!" Mal replied triumphantly.

".... you dropped it on the public bench-" Lilly replied, a grimace on her face.

"Five second rule~" Mal sang.

"That's gross," Lilly stated.

"Whatever! Like you have never eaten anything off the floor before!" Mal argued.

"No actually. I havent," Lilly replied.

Mal only rolled her eyes before spotting a fortune teller machine.

"Lilly! Look! Let's do it!" Mal pointed as she hopped up and down in joy.

Lilly giggled and walked towards it, Mal trailing behind.

"You go first," Lilly stated as she gave Mal some coins.

As Mal placed each one I to the machine and turned the handle, A card popped out. Which Mal took with a bright smile.

"Your future is filled with luck and good fortune," Mal read. "Okay well this clearly doesn't know who I am," she muttered, making lilly laugh.

"Okay, my turn," Lilly stated as she placed the coins in, going through the same process Mal did by spinning the handle. "'The love you had is not lost. It will come back to you in time. Be patient'" Lilly read. Her smile faded a bit before coming back softly. "Well.... if you have good luck in your future then we'll know for sure if these things are accurate," Lilly stated as she pocketed the fortune.

As the day went on, the girls played more carnival games and earned more prizes. Mal had won Lilly a stuffed firefly. And Lilly had won Mal a stuffed butterfly.

And as the day turned into night, the girls went back to Lilly's house, putting on a movie and then falling asleep on the couch together.

Because nothing is better than spending time with your best friend when you're feeling sad.

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shikanou · 1 year

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Rage of Past ; Satan -- [ English ver. ]

That figure was denser than anything.

More dangerous than anything around you right now.

You know. You can feel it. A sign of danger was emitting from his body, like black flames that were screaming. Filling the atmosphere that has been so crowded from the start.

"Sa…tan…?"

The hair that was usually as bright as gold now looked even more gloomy. It's like being covered in black--whether it's because of the ashes or the fire in this place.

You know. Without the slightest doubt, you are one hundred percent sure that this creature with black horns and covered with burning anger is the same person who always gives you the warmest smile. The man who always puts on a gentle expression every time he talks to you.

The Satan you know isn't that easily defeated by the blind rage within him.

Then, who is this?

With a rock-hard jaw and rows of chattering teeth, who was he?

Who am I?

The same question that the demon whispered in his heart. Who am I? What place is this?

His last memory was so faint. Full of hysterics and pain. All over the body, on his chest. His eyes were wet, but he didn't know why. His heart felt torn. However, there is no underlying reason for that.

He hates.

Satan hates.

On something.

On someone.

On everything.

Hate.

Revenge.

Destroy.

Vent. Everything.

Imaginary shadows passed before him. Blurry. His hearing is dim. Heard something that was blocked by his own angry shrill. He was angry. Angry at something that kept ringing and spinning in his head, but he had no idea what it was.

He hates ignorance.

Then, your eyes met. Satan who was moving uncontrollably, destroying the ground and dry trees around it, suddenly stopped when noticed your presence among the white feathers that filled the view.

Your danger signal is getting louder and louder. Slowly, you step back. "No… Satan…!" Step by step you took. Thinking of escaping, but it turned out, you are far too slow from him.

He growled. Satan hoofed towards you as fast as the wind blows. You can clearly see how the sharp claws of his fingers are right between your widened eyes. Ready to pierce the cranium in the next second.

"MC!"

You feel yourself being pulled back. Fell over someone's body whose chest rose and fell abysmally. You're still frozen to the spot. With eyeballs still perfectly round. Your lungs work hard to restore the oxygen that was snatched earlier.

"MC! MC, are you okay!?"

It took you a moment to realize someone was hugging you tightly. Slowly, you raise your head. Found Satan's pale face with sweat dripping down his eyelids. "Satan…?"

"Thank Goodness …. Thank goodness I wasn't late!" Satan's embrace tightened. "I was really worried when you disappeared from my room, and saw the Portal Book lying on the floor."

"That was …"

“The past,” answered Satan a little heavily. "Myself. In the past. The beginning of my birth." You can hear his stressed tone. Furious. Disappointment. "I'm really sorry, MC. For you to see my past self."

You shook your head, "The past is the past. The Satan I know is the one who hugs me as warmly as you do now." Smiling, you buried your face in his embrace. "Thank you for bringing me back."

Satan also stuck his nose on the top of your head. "I won't forgive myself if I have to lose you because of me in the past."

"I will do anything to bring you back."

"Because I love you, MC. More than anything. Because you are the one who set me free me from the shackles of this endless anger."

--fin

Sorry for my poor English!

#obey me #obey me fic #obey me angst #obey me satan #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #satan #obey me writing

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During the scuffle with Dimah, Lamont meanwhile was spending time in the Museum. Checking out the relics, but his most favorite were the ancient stones and fossils. Admiring their uniqueness and wondered what they hold during the ancient times when Pokémon truly ruled the lands.

Holding the letter close to see it was an apology letter… he knew who it was from, and didn’t bother to open it. The man was still angry from what transpired…. “I know what that lad was doing, I’ve learned his battle tactics… I somewhat agree that I should of… been better…” He spoke to himself, holding his arm as a form of comfort. Looking up to the skeleton towering before him. “I… shouldn’t have left the group… I didn’t want to hear that a child being used as a weapon in someone’s eyes… who she believed life holds no meaning…. Like the man I fought so hard to convince what he was doing was wrong…. Only to have it blow up in my face he made me do something that…ugh….”

He pinched his forehead, all of that clearly damaged him mentally… walking out of the museum to see night approaching. Carefully putting on a hat as he began to walk back to the hotel, looking side to side, front and back to see if he’s being followed… for now, he was safe….

Upon arriving back the entrance of his room, he felt a heavy dark energy waiting for him on the other side. He knew what this was, as that quickly made him leave the spot out of fear. “Leaving so soon?~”

A voice echoed, Lamont looked back to see a ghostly hound phasing through the door.. but what spooked Lamont the most was the voice… no, sure this can’t be… he was told Veda was dead and turned into a hound like beast… surely! I can’t be!… right? “No…. You died…. She made sure of it!…. You can’t be…”

“I am, dear brother.~” The Hell Hound Veda smiled horribly, as this caused Lamont to run for his life. Hearing claws tapping the floors and heavy steps followed as well, Veda is on the hunt. “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER!!~ I’ll make you regret EVERYTHING you have done!~”

Lamont didn’t want to know what Veda has in mind, he needed to get out. FAST. Flying down through the halls and stairs to reach outside for his Pokémon to defend him. He can feel his team shaking with fear and anger, truly ready to fight and defend. After finally reaching outside, Lamont turned as he sent out Fang who roared with rage as Veda emerged outside as well. “I don’t want to think about what you’ll be doing to me, but I know it’s NEVER going to happen!”

Fang instantly charged at the beast, causing Veda to move out of the way and charge at Lamont. “If I can make you kill a pest, I can certainly do it again!” He lunged at Lamont swiftly as the two met the ground. “Come any closer you pathetic fossil, and I’ll make sure your trainer meets his true end!”

Fang growled deeply, even a slight movement caused Veda to sink his claws into Lamont. Causing him to yelp in pain. Fang had to back away, yet Veda forced the T-Rex back into his Poké Ball. “There we go, now then…~” The hound turned over to meet his brother again. “Now… let’s get this over with, and too bad no one will see you on the other end.~ Enjoy the view, Brother.~”

All Lamont could remember was that he felt he was being dragged out of his own body and thrown to the side. Awoke to see golden stars on him, but what scared him the most was he can see through himself. “V-Veda! What did you do?! What have you-” Lamont then gasped as he witnessed Veda entering his body… slowly rising up as he sees his body taking a deep breath. Finally his head turned over with a sick grin. “This… This can’t be happening! This has to be a nightmare! Veda! GET OUT OF MY BODY!!”

“Annoying that only I can see you, but what will you do? You can’t do shit.~ Thank you for the proper body, dear brother.~” He turned over in time to see people rushing out of worry for the old man, causing Lamont to scream and yell at them that this is not really himself… yet… nothing… until….

“The Witch… Aries!” Lamont thought as he began to run to find the Frigate. Causing Veda concern, yet at the same time… an idea…

#pokémon rp #pokémon roleplay #tag: team cipher troubles #tag: Veda’s Vengeance #tag: Brothers of Light & Dark #tag: Lamont’s Requiem

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FAKE LOVE | Tara Carpenter

Tara Carpenter X gf!Rileyfem!reader

Warnings: death, murder, cheating, swearing, stabbing(?)

"What the fuck! I loved you, I love you, and your the one trying to kill me?" Tara screamed. She pleaded with her eyes, her words shaken as the truth about what you actually are settled in. After Dewey everything stopped, you needed the satisfaction of knowing other people was hurting too to get through your day.

"Love me! You love me? You bitch, you wouldn't know what love was even if it- we'll, stabbed you in the back?" You laughed, mocking Tara and reminded her of the slash on her back that happened because of the knife so nicely clung in your hands.

"What- what are you talking about?" Beads of sweat dribbled down her head, splotches of blood down her cheeks. Her throat bobbled with tears, mascara ran at the fact you had betrayed her. You licked your teeth, blood dribbling down the side of your face. Your dagger was hung by the side of your head, it drawn in the air ready to pierce the flesh below you.

Tara was pinned, her body pressed to the floor. You was above her, anger flaring in your eyes.

"You know I love you."

Her words hurt, they stung your ears to hear her unhonest nonsense spewing out of her mouth so naturally. Your eyes ached, tears blended into the bloody mess that was your face. Bodies around you laid numb, Chad, Ethan, Quinn, Wayne, and Sam.

"Did you love me when you was fucking Chad?" You seethed, the fire behind your eyes spread to your chest. You felt hot, anger rising with each flicker of pain that was caught in Tara's eyes. She blinked once, then again. Her eyes flooded with guilt, a loud and audible gulp was heard that some how made you even more mad.

Your jaw clenched, the muscle strained with the each chew that took place in your mouth. She closed her eyes, tears still falling down.

"I- it- we?" She couldn't speak, she was embarrassed. She didn't mean to cheat- well no one means to cheat, necessarily. They were drunk, Chad had a crush on Tara for a little while and he was bolder than the rest of the frat guys hitting on her. You had obviously been grieving your dead father, someone who died so Tara could live. The fact was it was with Chad which made everything feel worse, Chad?

"To think my dad died for such a pathetic piece of nothingness. I hope you burn in hell, Tara, I hope you scorch. You don't know what love is, your a heartless siren who can only think with her dirty thoughts." The shiny metal dragged down her face. It was euphoria hearing her whimpers, her eyes clamping down with fear. You giggled, biting down on your bottom lip pulling it back into your mouth. You had been hit on the head with a popcorn machine by Chad, your head throbbed in pain; a gouge that leaked with blood on the corner of your forhead.

You impressed yourself. Previous ghostface's had to have a partner- minus Ronan. You had murderer 10 people on your own. Frankie- someone who tried to take advantage of Tara, Jason and Greg- other ghostface fanatics that had hoped to have the satisfaction of seeing Tara in such a state. Then finally, the final stage.

Chad- it was fun. His blood poured like a fine wine. He screamed as the knife inpaled through his neck, his eyes went wide only being able to see the whites of them. Blood gasped out of his mouth, Tara screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight. You ignored the way she howled, pressing further down into the larger man infront of you. Before he died you leaned forward, your lips pressed to his ear. "You shouldn't have took what's mine." His eyes somehow expanded more hearing your confession. You made sure he knew who killed him, that he was aware of the women that had been the reason his life came to an end.

Tara brought you back to reality, her lips trembling with how hard the knife grazed down her neck. You couldn't help the way your eyes sparkled, hands antsy with anticipation. You knew you wanted to kill Tara, you knew she needed to die.

You asked one thing of her. Throughout the 4 years of dating, the hours of love and patience you pored into the relationship. You cried with her when Sam left, you stayed awake in the night when she was alone. Every happy moment in Tara's life you was there, holding her tight. Every moment were she needed to scream you was there to allow her to scream into your chest.

Your dad died. Your dewey was murdered infront of you, brutally and unforgiving. You asked for one night, one single fucking night were you and Tara didn't drink away the pain. Gale, your mom invited you over to meet your new 'step-dad'. Tara knew you needed to see your mom, she knew you was still having a really hard time getting over deweys death.

Somehow that lead to her being underneath Chad. Alcohol flowing through her veins, a hazy mind. She didn't think about you in those moments. At the end of the day, every moment with Tara made you realise something; Tara was one selfish little bitch.

Finally, after a teasing amount of time the knife embedded her chest. Her heart pulsated around the blade, slowly slowing down as the blood gushed out. She gasped, her hands pressing into your shoulder. She cried, her breathing staggered and strained. You wiped her hands away, pressing further into her chest. There was a click, then a loud gasp. She was dead.

Tara, your beautiful Tara was gone. You'd miss her dimple filled smile, you'd miss the way she insisted on making you a playlist every month, you'd miss her warm kisses across your shoulder blades in the middle of the night, you'd miss her muffled words of love when all you could do was watch bad romcoms at night because you was still crippled by the memory of Amber betraying you.

You won't miss her tendancy of possession, how you wasn't allowed friends after Amber had confessed, but she was allowed to fuck Chad whenever she felt like it because you was so blinded by her fake love that you didn't have a clue what was happening. You wouldn't miss the way she screamed at you the week before that party, her hand slamming into the wall because you physically couldn't leave your own bed.

She made excuse after excuse. Every time that would lead to you and her, holding each other.

You think you died the moment the ghostface's started to attacked again. You could tell in Tara's eyes when you stumbled over to her the night Amber attacked you; she wasn't getting over this, but you didn't know she stopped loving you in those moments were you was fighting for your life

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laetussunflower · 2 months

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TBD

(TW, the following has descriptions of some violent scenes and scenarios, viewer discretion is advised)

First time writing please enjoy, sorry if my English is bad, feedback is welcomed 🙏 and if you have ideas for a title please do suggest I’m at a blank here lol

“Aang! Aang!” You yell out between coughs, gasping for air. The screams deafen you as you ram your shoulder into your little brother’s bedroom door, desperately trying to get it open.

Flames lick at your skin, your hip already festering and beginning to blister, hot tears streaming down your face and you bang your bloody knuckles against the door, smoke drowning your senses

”Aang!”

You gasp once the door gives way, you rush in only to find the room empty. No little boy with big brown eyes in sight, you let out a shuddering breath, blinking back the burning sensation that the smoke causes

“No” your lips tremble, shaking your head

“No, no, … no!”

you fear the worse.

They already have taken him

he’s gone

Your thoughts deafen you, clutching the sides of your head, grabbing fist fills of your hair

“Aang..” you whimper softly

Heavy footsteps echo into the room. Shouting, barking orders. Your hands fall to your side. You feel numb. All that grief and pain turns into a raw, painful, bitter anger. The soft gentle winds replaced with a raw, burning fire within you. And there you stand, not moving as the Fire nations soldiers file in and surround you, ready to set ablaze. Stances wide and low, feet grounded and steady, fist up ready to conjure the fire within them.

The monks, raised you to not fight. To believe in peace, but, that didn’t matter now.

You only stare at the ground, you feel the air of their movements, their shaky breaths and heavy breathing.

The monks taught you that all life is sacred

One raises a fist. You feel the wind shift against your bare flesh.

Oh, how they lied to you. How were these lives, of these men sacred?

How can the spirits watch this slaughter, and still deemed that the people surround you deserve any glimpse of mercy?

The soldier doesn’t move an inch more before you send a roundhouse kick, manipulating, bending the wind around him to send him into his other men.

they shout and send more flames but you merely send yourself up, bending the wind current to place yourself behind them. Moving your hands like the tide of the sea, you bend the air in the small room towards the men. It’s hits them like a heavy wave, some men fall back down the stairs, you hear them fall, their bones snapping, breaking at the contact.

You flinched when your people screamed, you flinched at the stench of burning flesh, but you didn’t flinch now.

Nor did you when to turned to the last man, who now cowers before you. Eyes wide and frantic. He was no older than you. Still had a face of youth, eyes that belonged to a new soul.

You didn’t care.

You left the wind change.

You felt it shift when he lifted his fist.

you felt it in his lungs.

the air he breathed.

And so you took it away.

At that moment, you uttered an oath to yourself. Alive or not. You’d find your brother. And protect him no matter what he faced. Your soul was bounded to his the moment he was born. bounded by a duty. To guide the Avatar to greatness.

#atla #avatar aang #aang #katara #prince zuko #sokka #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #x you #avatar the last airbender

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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Tailspin | Chapter 12

Maverick x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell falls in love with his number one rival’s girlfriend.

CW: love triangle, angst, elements of infidelity, slow burn, you're going to feel so bad for Ice, I apologize in advance <3

Start from the beginning: Chapter 1

You scream as Maverick stumbles back, nearly tripping over the curb into the parking lot. Tom follows him down, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket to prop him up. His face is twisted in anger as he throws another punch.

Maverick isn't fighting back.

You run for the door to the bar and swing it open. "Goose!" you cry. "Slider!"

Goose and Ron don't wait for you to elaborate. They are up before you've finished calling their names. They know exactly what's going on.

Goose comes crashing through the door, with Ron directly behind him. Ron grabs Tom by the shoulders to pull him away while Goose puts his hands on Maverick's chest to push him back. Tom tries to fight Ron off while Goose holds his arms apart to separate them further.

"Let go!" Tom is yelling.

"Cool it, man," Ron says, struggling to keep Tom from attacking Maverick again.

There are a few bystanders in the lot who start to look like avid spectators as they gravitate toward the conflict. Goose is muttering something to Maverick, but the latter is just shaking his head without responding.

Tom lunges forward again and it takes both Ron and Goose to restrain him this time. Finally, Goose and Ron manage to pull them apart, but not before a jeering crowd starts to form with the five of you in the center.

You feel the heat of your tears as they stream down your face. You're watching Tom and Maverick stare one another down and, even though the fight is over, your whole body is still shaking uncontrollably. This is precisely the scenario you were aiming to avoid.

You wipe your eyes resolutely, angry at Maverick for getting under your skin again, furious at yourself for letting him, and outraged at Tom for resorting to physical violence. You shake your head and turn to leave.

You walk briskly, pushing through the growing crowd, out toward the street. The evening sun is bathing the stretch of road in a warm glow despite the cool air. It's golden hour and everything looks like it's on fire.

You walk defiantly, despite hearing Tom calling out your name. You don't even turn to look at him. He catches up with you quickly, pulling on your arm, which you promptly rip out of his grasp.

"Go to hell!" you shout at him.

"Where are you going? There's nothing here for miles around!" he yells back at you.

"What were you thinking?" you ask, shaking your head.

"What was I thinking?" he yells. "I wasn't thinking! I saw him standing there so close to you – I fucking lost it, Amelia!"

You stop walking and look at him. You understand where he's coming from. You sympathize, even. But you're not ready to forgive him. "You beat him up, Tom! Nothing even happened!"

"Nothing happened?" Tom laughs derisively. "Nothing happened? I'm not an idiot, Amelia!"

You stare at him. "We were just talking."

Tom watches you stonily. "About?" he asks quietly.

You lower your gaze and bite your lip.

"Yeah," he says. "That's what I thought." He brings his hand up to your chin, lifting your face with his index finger. "Is it just him?" he asks, his blue eyes swimming. "Tell me it's just him and you have no part in this. Tell me and I'll believe you."

You let out an uneven sigh, watching him miserably. "It's not," you whisper. "It's not just him."

He closes his eyes, dropping his hand.

"Tom," you say, picking his hand back up, but he pulls it away roughly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."

He nods, looking at the ground. He chuckles. "Not about Maverick," he says. "So, was it all bullshit, then?" He looks up at you contemptuously.

You watch him sadly. His words hurt even though you probably deserve them. In any case, you'd rather he take his anger out on you than on Maverick.

"Well," he says quietly, "I guess you were right. Something is missing between us. Or, rather, someone."

You shake your head. "Tom, I'm don't – I'm not going to go out with Maverick. I won't do that."

He shrugs. "Why not? You might as well. The whole of Miramar has seen the two of you together." He waves his arm back toward the bar.

You stare at him. "Hardly," you say flatly. "And this isn't about your ego, Tom. It's about the fact that you and Maverick still have to work together."

Tom shakes his head. "There's no way" –

"Tom," you say. "I'm leaving in a few days. Neither one of you is ever going to see me again. You and him have a long professional relationship ahead of you. Don't let something as trivial as this jeopardize your future."

Tom watches you wretchedly. "You were my future," he says, his voice breaking.

You meet his gaze and shake your head. "I don't think that was ever the case," you respond.

...

A few hours later, you're banging on Maverick's door, yelling for him to open it.

"What's going on?" Goose pokes his head out of the adjacent room.

"Where is he?" you ask threateningly.

"Maverick?" he asks.

"Either of them! Tom is still out and Ron has no idea where he is. I thought maybe Maverick would know, but he's also missing!"

Goose blinks at you apprehensively. "I don't think Ice is with Maverick."

"Where is he, Goose?" you ask urgently, not in the mood for his ambiguous responses.

"He's at the station," Goose says resignedly.

"What? Why? It's almost midnight!"

"My guess is he's at the gym decimating some poor, old punching bag," Goose says.

You stare at him. "Oh, dear god, Goose. What if Tom had the same idea?"

Goose sighs, reaching inside for his keys. "I'll drive," he says, closing the door behind himself and marching over to his car.

...

The moment Goose turns off his engine outside of the station, the two of you see Tom leaving the hangar and walking to his car.

Tom's Buick roars to life and he pulls out rapidly, taking off into the darkness. You stare after him worriedly.

"I'll follow him," Goose says. "Can you please make sure Mav's okay?"

You nod, pulling on the door handle to step out of the car. Goose drives off after Tom as you make your way toward the hangar, holding Goose's key in your hand.

You step inside the dimly lit space, looking around warily. You're half expecting to see Maverick lying somewhere against a wall in a pool of blood and you shudder at the thought.

"Maverick?" you say quietly, your voice echoing around you despite your low volume.

A moment later, Maverick steps out from behind one of the parked jets near the far wall. He looks surprised to see you.

You don't bother waiting for him to say anything. The anger that's been boiling inside of you finally senses an opportunity for release. You advance on him heatedly and, holding your arms out in front of you, you shove him with enough force that he has to take a couple steps back. He stares at you in shock; you've clearly caught him off-guard.

"I told you!" you yell. "I told you this would happen!"

Maverick holds his arm up reflexively when you try to push him again.

"Why would you do that?" you're shouting, your voice ricocheting off the concrete walls around you.

Maverick catches your wrists, stepping into the light. You can see that he's got a cut on his cheek and his eyebrow is bleeding. "Why are you here?" he asks abrasively.

"I was looking for Tom," you respond spitefully.

Maverick nods, looking past you coldly. "You just missed him," he says flatly.

"I know," you say, trying to fight his grip. But he doesn't let go of your arms until you've stopped struggling. You let out a resigned sigh and respond angrily, "I needed to make sure you were okay, obviously." You refuse to make eye contact with him.

"You have a funny way of showing concern," he says, still with a hint of malice in his voice. Although, you're not sure why he's angry with you. Probably because you blame him for all of it.

"I can be concerned and mad at the same time," you reply bitterly.

You hear him breathe out steadily and, even without looking at his face, you know he's watching you. You stand there in silence for a long time, neither of you willing to concede. Finally, he says, "You're a day late. But you made it."

You could tell that he's trying to rile you, but you won't let him. Not again. "You know that's not why I'm here," you respond coolly.

You're still stubbornly glaring at the ground while the two of you spend another few moments in silence. Then, he asks. "What happened with Ice?"

You glance up at him. "I could ask you the same question," you say.

Maverick watches you carefully, pursing his lips. "We had a talk," he says.

"A talk?" you ask, raising your eyebrows skeptically.

Maverick blinks up and over your shoulder, staring blankly at the empty hangar behind your back. "Of sorts," he replies.

You let out a derisive chuckle. "Right," you say. "And did his words split your lip?"

His gaze shifts back to focus on your face. "Something like that," he says with a small smirk.

Your eyes lock for a moment but it's enough to undermine your resolve. Once again, you feel yourself being pulled in his direction without any physical force. Once again, he's making you dizzy. You shake your head irritably. "None of this is funny," you say in response to his flippant grin.

"I'm sorry," he replies quietly. "I can't help but smile when I'm with you." He shrugs. "You make me happy. Even when you hate me."

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