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Ice Cream
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Velvette x Reader
Type: Headcanons + Drabble
C/TW: Swearing, mentions of sex, Velvette might be a bit OOC, little to no mention of reader but it’s implied, angst
In which we see how Velvette deals with her break up with reader.
Saw a comment saying something about how Velvette is the type of girl who eats ice cream when she’s sad and it got me thinking of Velvette after a break up with her s/o. So now here’s that lol headcanons + Drabble
Pt.2
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette I can imagine just being angry over a break up rather than sad. Doesn’t matter how it ends, I just know she’s be mad.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She’s usually pretty easy to read; judgemental, quick witted, snarky, mean, and demanding. So when she’s unusually quiet in the Vee’s lounge, eating a tub of ice cream while watching some Hella Novella, the other two Vee’s are, on some level, freaked out.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ They’ve dealt with Velvette post breakup before. She’s angry. She’s mean. She destroys things in a fit of rage. No one can calm her down. Sure Vox can calm down Valentino-but that’s Valentino. The moth pimp can’t even use his smoke to try and calm her down when she’s like this. She might be “new” among the overlords and not have decades upon decades of experience being in hell, but she’s observant. She stays far away from Valentino’s smoke and charming ways as much as possible. She wants to stay mad.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This time though it’s different. Vox and Valentino had discovered the break up. Not personally from Velvette or you-whether or not they know you personally is up to you-but Valentino, who stalked your sinstagram profile the night before, noted to Vox that all the pictures of Velvette on your profile just disappeared. Vox is a busy man, so he didn’t exactly have time to quickly check and have a gossip session with Valentino. But by the time he was able to, your account didn’t even exist anymore. You deleted it. Oh ho. Now this is interesting.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The two greeted her as usual, trying not to act too different. Valentino had a knowing smirk on his face though. I mean, how could he not? Seeing someone down in the dumps was just oh so fun~
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ In turn, Velvette just hummed in acknowledgement-muttering about grabbing another tub of ice cream from the freezer. Vox raised a brow behind her back but did retrieved the tub of ice cream anyways. It was a little thing, not like those big tubs of ice cream. But still, Velvette seemingly intending to eat it all was mildly impressive and concerning.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino joined Velvette on the couch, getting high and eating some ice cream as well. Well, from a tub of his own. Velvette doesn’t particularly like to share-but then again, none of the Vee’s do. Vox ordered some dinner to be delivered, taking off his coat and bow tie before joining his fellow Vee’s in front of the television. Velvette rolled her eyes at the two joining her on the couch. Can’t they see she wants to be left alone?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The night comes to an end with Velvette storming out of the lounge with her dinner and a half tub of ice cream.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This routine would continue for the next 3 weeks; Come home, find Velvette eating ice cream by herself in front of the tv, try to have a decent dinner, Velvette storms off.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It wasn’t until one night where she cracked.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ They had ordered dinner for delivery again. Tonight Velvette had not asked for anything super specific. The Vee’s knew her enough to know her taste anyways, they could figure it out. And if they don’t, that’s too bad for them now is it?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The food came and Velvette felt her dead heart crack. This was your favourite…
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She scowled, angrily taking her food and marching straight to her personal quarters in the Vee Tower.
“Fucking-OF COURSE they get me this!” Velvette threw her phone at the sofa. She paced around the living room, angrily stomping about and muttering obscenities under her breath.
She huffed before throwing herself on the couch. She clutched her phone as she scrolled through her sinstagram account. She had yet to delete any photos of you on her account. People in the comments were quick to point out how your entire account just seemed to have disappeared, meanwhile Velvette still held onto your pictures on hers.
Their was much speculation about the current status of your relationship. One account was wiped and one remained as though everything was fine. She opened her saved stories and looked through the anniversary pics.
She stopped on a video of the two of you giggling together. Both of you kind of sweaty but feeling quite relieved. You had just finished a session together and were now just laying in bed giggling while holding each other. You were both glowing from the anniversary sex.
The pinkette scowled.
“How dare you dump me?! I’m Velvette! I’m that bitch! I’m the backbone of the Vee’s! You can’t just leave!” She screamed, staring at a picture of you and her together.
Harsh stomping could be heard from Velvette’s floor. Vox rolled his eyes. Satan—even Valentino’s tantrums aren’t usually this obnoxious. Violent yes but stomping? What are they? Suddenly 6 years old or something?
Okay Vox’s weird preferences for tantrums aside, Velvette, uncharacteristically, found herself crying on her sofa.
Every so often she’d be looking at a picture of you, sniffling and glaring harshly.
“I coulda given you—everything!” She swiped to the next photo, “I have money,” next picture, “fame,” next picture, “respect,” she stops on a video of you saying ‘I love you’ to her.
“…”
She slams her phone down on the couch before turning to glare at the now cold dinner sitting on her kitchen island. The meal is flung to the floor in a fit of rage.
“To hell with you!”
Oh ho—you will pay.
Yes. You most certainly will.
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"Vagabonds" Chapter 4
Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC
Chapter 3:
https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/729052697841582080/hunter-x-ocfem-reader-ongoing-series?source=share
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Word Count: 2K
Background: Hiding evidence, meet the fam Bad Batch Version, and Hunter made an "oopsie"!
Warning: Crying, fear, mention of sex, Hunter fluff/angst.
(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )
"Meet the Fam"
Later that morning Hunter and Mad discreetly left The Oasis. They made sure it was neat as a pin, especially the firepit. Everything was as they left it minus a certain settee. Hunter carried a trash bag of ashes down to the street and dumped it under the rest of the bags awaiting pickup.
Hunter turned to Mad. They regarded each other for a moment. This was the awkward part. What do you do now after spending intimate time together? Go to breakfast? Take a break and go separate ways? Are they done? Or do they plan on seeing each other again?
Hunter had no idea what to do next. His relationships tended to end after the night was over. He was a specialized Republic Commando then and constantly shipped out. Too busy to have anything even remotely steady. Usually, he was the fun lay between the sheets, and nothing more.
Mad was used to guys just giving a lame excuse and disappearing. Very occasionally she would touch base again with someone who didn’t mind her Nomaadi status, genuinely liked to keep up, or hadn’t disappeared or died yet. A very small pool of people. She didn’t want to speak first. Purposely keeping silent to see exactly where Hunter stood in this situation.
Brown eyes searching green ones.
“I...uh...don’t know how to say this...” he struggled with the words.
“Yeah?” Mad nodded waiting for more.
Hunter cleared his throat, “Well, I...uh...” Fidgeting.
Mad shifted her weight and grimaced. Maker, this was painful watching him board the Struggle Bus. All his sexy bravado evaporated since leaving The Oasis.
“Listen, if It’s that difficult, just go. I won’t fault you for not having the words to say goodbye. It was fun while it lasted, Hunky.” Mad smiled and turned to leave.
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!” Hunter blurted out. He looked horrified to have said that. He said the quiet part out loud. “Just...don’t go. Please.”
Mad turned back around shocked. This was new. A strong, rugged man just coming out and proclaiming he didn’t know. The loud outward show of vulnerability...touching, endearing...and sexy.
“No actual relationship experience, huh?” Mad’s face softened. “So, just you, your siblings, and work twenty-four-seven. For real???”
“No. And yes.”
“Sounds like the last guy I got really close to...approximately 15 years ago.”
“Love’s Father?”
“Yep. Didn’t know I had such a specific type.” Mad quipped sarcastically.
Awkard silence.
“Walk me to my ship. You can meet the rest of my family. That ok?”
Hunter smiled warmly, “Perfect. But only on one condition.”
“Oh???”
“I can hold your hand all the way there.”
Mad blushed, “Why not? You got to hold everything else.” She smirked and winked at Hunter.
He chuckled with that wonderful low smoky tone that hit her ear just the right way.
Mad walked back up to Hunter and offered her hand. He took it and intertwined her fingers with his. His hand was warm, strong, callused, his grip secure, yet gentle. Mad gave his hand an affectionate squeeze. A tingle shot up their arms again. Small, surprising, only enough to make goose bumps.
“Mmmm...” Hunter purred.
“How? What is it with you???”
“What is it with us?”
“Gift of the Force, maybe?”
“What’s that?”
“A Nomaadi expression. I’ll explain on the way to my ship.”
“There she is. The Dread Beldame!” Proclaimed Mad
Hunter took in Mad’s home. The ship was three times larger than the Marauder. It made sense, as she and Love lived on it all the time and constantly moved cargo. Certainly, it was going to be more comfortable than the cramped space the five of them had to share. The ‘Dame looked a bit on the old and shabby side, but clean and well kept. Mad and Love were constantly working on it.
“Tell me about the meaning of her name.”
“Well, it’s an old ship. Ships are usually referred to as female. She’s an old lady. A Dame if you're generous. Or, if you’re superstitious, a Beldame Witch. She may be old, but dreaded and comes with a veiled threat. We retrofitted her with some upgrades, and that includes weapons. Kinda like don’t fuck with this old lady, boys!” Mad laughed. “She’s the old gramma that houses and takes care of us.”
“I like it.”
“What’s the name of your ship?”
“The Havoc Marauder. We go from place to place ‘plundering’...ahem...running jobs...and bringing mayhem. We don’t try to bring it...mayhem just seems to follow us. Plus, it sounds badass.” Hunter chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah...I totally get that.” The clusterfuck on Coruscant flashed into Mad’s mind. STILL thanking the Force that they escaped with Sil in tow.
As Mad and Hunter entered the ‘Dame, they noticed it was a literal disaster area. Mantell mix and fizzy drink cans littered the ship. Aside from the mess, Hunter noticed the ship was ornately decorated. Exotic tapestries, fabric curtains, and vibrant coverlets adorned the bunks. The walls of the ‘Dame were painted with colorful images of flowers, plants, animals, the elements, symbols, eyes, handprints and so much more. They wove around the ship, even covering the ceiling, like a pictograph story. While the Havoc Marauder was utilitarian grey steel and flickering screens and buttons, the Dread Beldame was an explosion of texture, color, even smells. Hunter’s nose picked up the familiar scent of Mad’s perfume, coming from a clear glass jar nesting on a bin of personal items. It was empty save for a thin residue coating the glass. Underneath that odor was the smell of incense, and past meals that had been cooked in the galley kitchen. Hunter also smelled a small animal that must have lived with them, although he couldn’t account for its whereabouts.
Mad heard a loud snoring coming from the bay. A very large bald man was laying on his side asleep on the floor drooling. A Tooka doll clutched in his arms. Nearby, on the bunk above, was Love and a blond child asleep, limbs sprawled out and hanging over the edge. Pieces of Mantell Mix stuck in their hair. Sil on the lower bunk lying face down and sleeping the sleep of the dead.
“WHAT THE KRIFF IS GOING ON IN MY SHIP! DANK FERRIK, LOVE, SIL, WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!!!
Sil bolts awake and slams his head on the upper bunk. Love startles awake, jostling the blond child who yawns and stretches.
Hunter firmly nudges Wrecker with his foot to wake him, “What are you and Omega doing here?”
Wrecker snorts awake, sits up, “Oh...Hunter. Met a new friend! How did ya know we were here???” Scratches his head, wiping slobber from his chin.
Mad looks from Wrecker and Omega, to Hunter, “You know them?”
Omega is now awake, sees Hunter and is instantly excited. Jumping off the bunk, she immediately runs up and hugs him. “This is Love and Sil. Wrecker and I met them at the Mantell Mix stand. They needed help fixing the shield on their ship. We radioed Tech and all met at the Beldame. We watched holos while Tech worked on the ship.” She seemed so pleased with herself.
“I see you all FINALLY decided to awaken.” Everyone turns to look and sees Tech standing at the entrance of the Beldame. He’s holding a tray of caf cups and a large bag of food. “Hunter, good of you to EVENTUALLY make an appearance. I have been messaging you REPEATEDLY since last night.”
Hunter looks down at his comm... he turned it off to have private time with Mad. Several messages lit up in queue left unanswered. Looks up at Tech with a guilty expression...to be met with a pair of annoyed spectacled eyes.
“HELLO! Names please!!!” Mad throws up her arms, exasperated that NOBODY was answering her questions!
“Mad... meet my family. Big guy on the floor is Wrecker, this is Omega”, Hunter grabs Omega by her shoulders and spins her around to face Mad. “The sassy one with the takeout is Tech.” Hunter clearly looks embarrassed and off guard.
“Oh...HELLO!” Wrecker is finally aware Mad was standing there.
“Good morning...? Nice to meet you...?” Tech politely starts his greeting, then looks at Hunter with frustration. Clearly Hunter is overwhelmed with the situation and doesn’t catch the cue to introduce Mad.
“I’m Maadienne, but prefer to be called Mad” she nods to Tech and Wrecker. They both nod back respectfully.
Mad sighs and turns to Hunter, then motions to the teen now picking Mantell Mix out of their black spiky pixy cut and eating it, “This is Love. My rando chaotic kiddo.” The skinny teen with the port wine stain resembling a heart over one eye and bi colored irises smiles sheepishly and waves.
She nods across the ship, “That’s Sil. He’s Mads Couzin and my Nephew.”
“Hi” rubbing his aching head. Sil’s curly black shoulder length locks are sticking out all over the place. Hunter stares for a moment at the teen and notices he shares Sil’s skin tone and hair color. Sil slightly resembled Hunter when he was Sil’s age.
Mad scans the ship, someone is missing...
“Where’s Tiggy???”
Everyone is silent for a beat and looks around at each other cluelessly.
“Nobody was keeping an eye on the destructive poop factory?”
Love is still calmly chewing on the Mantell Mix, Sil and Omega looked uncomfortably embarrassed, Wrecker scratches his head again, Hunter clearly has no idea what is going on...
“The canine neonate has eliminated this morning. She potty trained quickly and gives clear cues when she must move her bowels or urinate. Tiggy was fed exactly at 8am this morning and is now sleeping somewhere peacefully on your ship.”
All heads whip around to Tech.
“Everyone, PLEASE help yourself to Caf and Breakfast Biscuits” as he sets them down, a flurry of hungry hands tear into the food. “Mad, I attempted to repair your shield generator last night. Unfortunately, it must be replaced. The model is...rather antiquated. Echo has located a vintage parts dealer on the other side of Ord Mantell. We think a suitable replacement can be found there.”
Mad is taken aback by Tech’s words and the scene in front of her: Wrecker, Omega, Sil, and Love are all sitting together on the floor or up on bunks eating and chatting like they had known each other for forever. Hunter, sipping caf is listening intently to his brother Tech explain how he and their OTHER brother Echo are trying to fix the ‘Dame’s shield. She hardly ever encounters strangers (other than children) that just casually try to help without strings attached. This is something she sees her allies among The Star People doing all the time. It’s refreshing to see non-Nomaadi extend a helping hand...
...but something keeps bothering her. She can’t place it right away. It’s elusive. Mad scans the room, back and forth between the faces of the new acquaintances she just met...
Tech is still info dumping.
Wrecker is eating like he’s been starved for a week.
Hunter is half listening to Tech, nodding, picked up a cup of caf from the tray.
Something...it’s just at the tip of her brain...
...her eyes flit continually between the brothers. Tech, Wrecker, Hunter...Tech, Wrecker, Hunter...something familiar...Tech, Wrecker, Hunter...Mad’s struggling to make sense of something...a niggling feeling taking shape in her gut...Tech, Wrecker, Hunter...
“Love?” Mad reaches out with The Force.
...HOLY MAKER...it finally hits her...she didn’t see it with Hunter until now...but Tech and Wrecker’s faces...certain notes in their voices...THEY ARE CLONES!
She stands still and tries not to convey any fear. Are they safe with Hunter and his brothers? They don’t dress like clones in service to the Empire. Would they try to kill Love if they found out about their Force sensitivity? They seem so friendly...but Mad is concerned this could change in an instant.
“LOVE! Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech are...CLONES!!! I don’t know about Omega...”
Love looks up as nonchalantly as possible to meet Mads eyes. She can see veiled fear in Love’s expression.
Love reaches out with The Force to Sil, “Couz...Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter are clones!”
Sil, lacking Force ability and incapable of answering back nonverbally, froze staring back into Mad’s eyes.
The hair on the back of Mads neck stands on end as she sees a change in Sil and Love’s expression. Mad glances over to Hunter to see him staring a hole through her, caf raised just short of a sip. She can’t read his expression. Tech, totally oblivious continues to talk. Wrecker’s attention span is lost in his breakfast. Omega chewing on her biscuit notices Sil’s expression and shoots a look at Hunter.
Hunter sensed something brewing with Mad, then smelled fear suddenly coming off her. Then he picks up on Love’s fear and Sil’s body language. THEY KNOW, he thinks and suddenly regrets not being more honest back at Cid’s. He opens his mouth...” Mad...”
Mad immediately reaches for her holstered blaster...
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alec realizing magnus is sabotaging his dating life and think magnus is still hold that stupid decisions with camille over his head and this is his way to punishing alec, we love mess in this house
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Since the morning, he’s had an itchy feeling that something’s about to go down.
Call it warlock intuition or his own guilt eating at himself slowly, he just knows that today is not going to be a good day.
He’s proved right half a day later, at another stupid club, trying to cockblocking Alec again.
Magnus isn’t proud of his actions, but watching Alec with someone else isn’t an easy thing for him. So, he lets his stupid behavior continue for weeks. Ever since Magnus caught Alec with the seelie and then proceeded to threaten the Seelie, he’s repeated his actions four more times.
Four more times, in a period of two weeks that Magnus has managed to prevent Alec from being with someone else.
He’s never been this crazy in love. It’s borderline pathetic at this point but Magnus can’t seem to stop. He almost doesn’t want to.
Stopping Alec from being with someone else is easier than actually talking to Alec and discussing about whatever he’s been feeling.
He never pretends to be the rational one anyways.
Not in the matters of heart specially.
Magnus hides behind the bar, snaps his fingers again to get the vampire that’s been biting down on Alec’s shoulder to feel itchy and uncomfortable under his skin.
He knows the routine by heart now.
3. 2. 1.
The vampire makes his way towards the bar and Magnus repeats the words—unleashes his power and instills the fear of Asmodeus onto the vampire.
Five minutes later, he sees Alec with a dejected look, leaving the premises.
Magnus waits for a few minute so that Alec leaves—he’s too filled with shame to face the man.
Finally, after what seems like enough time, he goes out to breathe some air.
His head and heart hurt.
He’s so sick of it.
“Hey.”
Magnus turns and his eyes widen as he finds Alec, smoking, sitting on a nearby bench outside the place.
“Oh. Hi. Hey,” he says dumbfounded.
“I didn’t realise you ever came here.”
Magnus pauses before speaking, “yeah. Today was a first. An acquaintance of mine has been bugging me to check out his place. So here, I am. And what about you?”
“I was here with someone,” Alec swallows, “but he turned out to be kind of a dick. Stupid, hot body though.”
Magnus blinks for a second because Alec has never been this open about his one night stands infront of Magnus. It throws him off for a second.
“Umm, oh. What did he do?”
Alec hums. “Nothing much. Just left me in the middle of the club and disappeared. Seems to be a pattern with me.”
Magnus closes his eyes at the words.
“Simon told me about Grindr. I’m thinking of adding ‘most dump-able person’ in my profile.”
Magnus winces at the words and the self deprecating tone, “Alec, what? No. You’re not—“
“I’m not what?” Alec says sharply and everything feels so wrong.
“You’re not dump-able. All those you went on dates with weren’t worth it.” He tries to soothe the pain that he can see on the face on the shadowhunter.
Alec lets out a dry chuckle, “are you really going to stand here and continue lying to me?”
Magnus frowns because he doesn’t get what’s happening.
“I’m not lying. You shouldn’t be associating your self-worth to all those men. They don’t know you. That Seelie was stupid and so was the werewolf. And the vampire from half an hour ago. They don’t deserve you, Alec.”
Sone flashes across Alec faces because it goes stone cold. “How do you know about all of them? I never mentioned them.”
Oh.
Oh hell.
“I—“
“Is that how much you hate me, Magnus?” Alec questions and he seems so pained by the words.
Magnus is horrified at the implication and rambles, “Alec, no. Of course I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I—“
“Can you stop lying for one fucking second?” Alec seethes, “I know you are the one who has been sabotaging all my dates. You are the one who threatened all those people.”
Magnus’s heart races because Alec knows now—knows everything of what he did and there is no explanation in the world for his actions.
Alec steps forward and they are eye to eye now.
“Are you still so mad about the immortality thing? And even if you are—I understand that. But do you really despise me so much that you cannot see me happy for even five fucking second?”
Magnus all but chokes at the words—with the hurt he caused Alec and all the pain that’s inside himself.
“I’m fucking miserable. Is that what you want?”
“No. Alexander….that’s not why I—“
Alec raises hand at that and stops him, “Don’t you dare. You have no right to call me Alexander, ever again.”
Magnus all but crumbles at the words because this is all he had left.
The name he gave Alec. The love he stores inside it all every time he calls him that.
This is all he had left.
“Alexa—Alec…I.” He chokes, “I don’t hate you. You have got it all wrong.”
“Then why the hell are you doing this, Magnus?” Alec yells, “what the hell do you want from me?”
Magnus steps forward to put a calming hand on Alec’s shoulder but the shadowhunter pulls back and he feels a pang inside his chest.
He didn’t think he could hurt more than he already was.
But somehow Alec Lightwood makes it possible.
“I don’t—“ Magnus wants to say the words but for some reason he can’t. It’s like something is physically preventing him from saying it out loud.
How he only did all of this out of jealousy and because of how much he misses Alec.
“You win, okay? You fucking win.” Alec says in a suffocated voice, “I hurt you and this is what I deserve.”
“Alec, please,” Magnus chokes, finding it impossible to find the right words. There are no words in the word that could fix what he just broke, “you don’t deserve this. It was horrible of me to do this but it’s not because I hate you. I don’t.”
A single tear leaves Alec’s eyes and trespasses inside Magnus’s chest.
“I sat there infront of you and poured my heart out to you. After each of those dates, I opened up to you. You were there all those times like a knight in shining armour and I was stupid enough to believe in you.”
His entire body aches with the words, he doesn’t know what to say, what to do to fix this. He can’t let Alec think all of this.
Magnus never meant to cause Alec this much pain. He’s just been trying to make sense of his own heart.
“I’m sorry. I..”
Alec raises a hand before taking something out from his pocket. It’s a small pendant, the shame of the Eiffel Tower.
“I got you this when we were in Paris. But I never got the chance to give you because of the whole cult-thing. And then so much happened. Then you were taken to Edom. I’ve been waiting for the right time to give you this.” Alec steps closer and puts the pendant in Magnus’s hand.
Magnus feels his face wet with tears as he takes the pendant.
“I wanted to thank you for loving me.”
“Alec—“
“You broke my heart that day when you broke up with me,” Alec whispers, “But today, you broke me.”
A sob leaves Magnus’s mouth at the words.
“Are you done? Because I am done. You wanted me to be in pain, right? You win Magnus, because, pain is all I feel right now.”
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~ Antecedent ~
ROTJ!LUKE X READER
Word count:3k
A/N: Hello and good morning, afternoon , evening to anybody who is currently reading this,I'm very proud to introduce you to my very first published fanfic! Antecedent is a fanfic that I just randomly thought of,of course.
I hope that if you do like this fic that I write I hope you leave opinions of course! I'm very open about people's opinions on how to improve my writing because this is of course: my first published fanfic that I will post (If I actually do) and I want to improve my writing<3
!!Content warning!! Will include:
!!Death,mentions of trauma,a bit of gore,mention of blood, angst!!
if you are triggered by these types of warnings please do leave my page, if you are triggered by these and did not leave my page and you read the fic and comment about you being triggered about the content warning, please do expect me to remove any comments about you complaining about it immediately as i already mentioned the C/W of the fic
an·te·ced·ent
/ˌan(t)əˈsēd(ə)nt/
noun: antecedent; plural noun: antecedents
a thing or event that existed before or logically precedes another.
Takes place months before the sequel,so expect a grumpy luke skywalker after kylo ren killed all of his students at the academy
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Synopsis~
After what happened to the academy and the death of his wife,he exiled himself to Ahch-To for many years as the guilt continues to eat him alive day by day,but now.. you're here all over again consoling him but as a ghost.
Luke Skywalker x ghost!reader
Luke gasped as he shot awake,his face full of sweat as his body felt cold like somebody dumped cold water all over him,he sighed to himself before grumbling as he gripped his hair.
It was another one of those nightmares again,all about his wife,the look of terror on her face as he cradled her bloody body as he cursed on himself loudly for not getting in there by time,his voice was shaking as he begged her to stay with him,in honestly he felt pathetic as why he didn't even try to at least stop the bleeding on her stomach
Even at this moment all he wanted to do was hold her all over again in his arms like there was no tomorrow,but it was all of his fault why she wasn't in here anymore,he was pathetic. He was stupid and he was even more useless,he sat there like a coward as he watched her die in his arms.
Why did he just sit there like a coward and at least try to help her? Begging her to stay alive wasn't gonna stop the bleeding on her stomach that was gradually taking her life away
And he hated himself fully because of that.
Luke scoffed at himself before opening the door to his house,it was still dark and the area smelled of rain,he sighed again before looking at the area again for any predators before closing the door again before taking a second look in confusion
There was something in the distance,a small wips of white light was just there,Luke looked confused before looking around the place before taking his weapon near his bed before quietly going outside
He felt stupid for going towards a light that he randomly saw but it was something else,it felt like he knew it from somewhere,he felt like he knew it from somewhere,deep down his heart
He walked slowly as he was nearing the white light or more a white wips
It looked like it was dancing like a flame before he quietly spoke
"hello..?"Luke was even more confused as he looked at the white wips,it looked beautiful as he looked at it more,he couldn't stop staring at it before quickly- it disappeared.
Luke felt even more confused as the white wips disappeared into thin air,he looked around the surrounding area again before going back to his house,but before he could even turn around he yelled in surprise as he saw the white wips again.
"hell!"Luke yelled surprised as he gripped his heart,he could feel it pounding in surprise before looking at the white wips in front of him,he could hear it glowing and it felt warm.
"now what are you?" Luke smiled at it as he tried touching it but as quickly he could even touch it,it started to spread,and a body of a woman still surrounded by white wips that was slowly taking form was the only thing he could stare at.
It was you.
His once dead wife was smiling at him as she looked at his left hand that was still up before touching it.
he could feel the warmth that he craved for day and night,he could feel her.
he couldn't mutter anything and he could only stare in disbelief at her,she was beautiful, yet she looked younger, around her early 20's,like the first time he saw her,the first time he loved her.
"love..?are you truly real?" He muttered as he looked at her in disbelief,he didn't want to pull away,no he never wanted too at all,he craved for her day and night,her smile,her words.
Everything about her was everything he craved of
Even if this was a dream he hoped it would last for eternity,it was much like he was in paradise, he no longer felt cold under her touch,he felt like he was Luke skywalker all over again,her husband,her first love.
"I'm so sorry Luke" it was the only thing she said as she cupped his face,her smile was sad but it was mostly that of happiness,had she missed him that much? Was she not angry at him?
"I should be the one who should say sorry" he muttered as he held her hands,he smiled sadly at her,and he could feel her shake her head as she disagreed
"no no,I should be the one who should say sorry,I left you all alone luke,when you needed me the most." She spoke sadly,he could feel her caress his face softly
"don't say that,I didn't save you,I sat there holding you like a coward." He spoke,his voice was full of guilt as his voice cracked as well.
It was still fresh on his mind,on what happened on that day,his hand would always shake uncontrollably at that memory.
"you weren't a coward luke,it was already impossible to save me" she spoke softly as her right hand caressed his hair "none of it was your fault,all of it,i know it wasn't your fault" she spoke softly as she slowly hugged him, slowly caressing his back as she hid his face in her neck
"it was never your fault" she spoke softly as she held him tightly.
Luke shivered under her touch but he slowly let his own guard down as well,he had missed her so much that he couldn't even look at himself,he was Luke skywalker,the man she fell in love with yet now he was just some coward who exiled himself from disappointment and guilt.
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Alright that's the end of it<3 I don't really have anything to think of for the ending so I might post a part 2 Incase I do have an idea,I hope you guys actually like this
Also if there's some typo just comment about it and I'll edit it out!
Also if you're confused on why she didn't defend herself from kylo it's because she's not a force user! She was a rebel and she was a good friend of leia! That's how they knew each other,but they started dating during ESB,Luke did fall first and he fell even harder for her<3 he absolutely adores her :]
I'm thinking if I should do a small story about them?
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The Last Name - oneshot
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: There’s one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky’s head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve’s old book. Another person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can’t remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can’t remember much of her at all.
Warnings: swearing, description of panic attacks, angst, fluff
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Hey! Omg we're back! I guess this is the start of r moving in with Bucky after their time in Finland hehe. If anyone has anymore ideas for oneshots please let me know because I love writing this story so much <3
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New York, present-day:
Brooklyn loomed over her, on all sides. There were moments of respite: ivy winding up ornate stairs, handbag dogs with their jolly trots, the odd break from crowds. But it was overwhelming, she had to admit. At every alleyway punctuating their walk, she would tug Bucky away into the damp darkness. Her breath would heave, and her back would get soaked through from leaning on the wall, and he would just hold her face until she could go again.
“Nearly there,” he promised her. “We’re nearly there.”
“Okay,” she nodded, standing up straight and hoisting her bag back onto her shoulder. “I’m ready.”
“We can get a cab, y/n. This is too much, we should get a cab.”
“No, no. I can do this,” she protested. “I need to do it at some point, so it might as well be now.”
She pulled Bucky back onto the sidewalk, not paying any attention to his exasperated headshaking. If she would be living here from now on, she had to get used to the crowds. Her body still remembered the ebb and flow of them, though; Bucky trailed behind the whole way as she ducked and weaved like a local on a tight schedule. And she enjoyed the anonymity of cities, as well. She told herself that no one she encountered would ever see her again, let alone remember her well enough to describe. She was safe here. A nobody.
“I’m warning you,” Bucky told her as they approached his apartment block. “My place is a very sad affair.”
“It can’t be any worse than my fucking homemade shack, Bucky.”
He chuckled. “Okay. Fair enough.”
He led the way up the stairs, checking over his shoulder frequently to see that she was still right behind. She had to glance up quickly from his butt each time. He unlocked the door and dumped his stuff on the floor, watching as she ventured inside. She disappeared into the bedroom, taking in the empty bedframe and dry wet-room. Bucky was still embarrassed, she could tell, as she flopped down onto the grey loveseat. She resigned herself to looking as comfy as possible, spreading her knees and letting her head fall back, until he learnt to relax as well. It didn’t take long; he soon wandered over from his hiding space behind the kitchen counter to collapse beside her.
“Worlds colliding?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“Does this feel weird? Like worlds colliding?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he said. “More than that, though, you know?” He turned towards her and smiled. She instantly felt like a giggling teenager. “You make this place feel a lot better.”
She smiled back. “I’m glad.”
“How are you doing?” he asked.
She found herself jolting internally, her eyebrows jumping. Perhaps it would take a while for her to get used to this. To being looked after.
She reached for Bucky’s hand on his thigh. “I’m good. Tired. This is a lot.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
She shook her head in refusal.
“We just have one more thing to do today, though,” he said.
“Buy a mattress?” she teased.
“Hah. Other than that.”
She tapped a finger against her chin in mock thought. Then a grin and a cheer: “Sam!”
“Sam,” Bucky affirmed.
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“Last time I came here to see him,” Bucky said in her ear, his hand on her elbow. “They tried to arrest me, so just - ”
“Oh, shit,” she moaned.
“ – it’ll be fine, I promise.”
She stopped in the middle of the parking lot, eyes pleading with him. She really didn’t need any trouble.
He couldn’t argue with her. “Okay, it’s fine, I’ll call Sam,” he rummaged in his jean pocket for his phone, and she handed it to him from her own back pocket, “and he can come down to get us.”
“Thank you.”
“Hey!” a voice boomed across from the entrance. It was the man himself. “Here they are!”
“You should cancel the call,” she murmured in Bucky’s ear, meanwhile smiling and waving enthusiastically over at Sam.
Bucky fumbled with his phone, pressing buttons at random.
Sam held his phone out as he walked over. “Buck,” he shouted. “Why’re you calling me?”
“Shit,” Bucky murmured. She couldn’t help but snicker at him. “I – uh,” he called back at Sam, “we were just – never mind.”
Sam walked straight towards her, and she took hold of his outstretched hands gladly. “It’s good to see you,” he told her.
She found herself a little speechless. Sure, she knew Bucky, and he was a superhero too, no matter the tortured past. But Sam was well-adjusted, and kind, and handsome, and Captain America . . .
“How’s it going?” she managed to say.
The men hugged in that specific macho way, and she couldn’t help but grin at them. It was nice to see Bucky as a functioning member of society.
They walked inside together, Bucky’s arm tucking her into his shoulder. She reached over to pat his chest, holding up an innocent peace sign when he stared incredulously at her. “Bro,” she teased. He shook his head, chuckling. Getting past reception was blissfully uneventful with Sam as their chaperone.
“I’ve gotta say,” Sam said as they entered the elevator. “I can see how you managed to seduce this robotic mope into a European cottage romance.”
“Yeah?” she said.
“Yeah. You’re pretty.” He grinned. His smile was so dreamy. “Bucky never told me that, and the KIA pics don’t do you justice.”
“I’m right here,” Bucky complained.
Sam held his hands up. “I’m just saying what I see.”
“Um. Thanks, Sam,” she said, trying to catch Bucky’s eyes to smile at him. He was glaring studiously at Sam.
“Okay. I’ll stop now. It won’t happen again,” Sam said.
“Yeah,” Bucky replied. “You do that.”
They sat down in Sam’s office together, him on one side, and her and Bucky on the other. She took in the full-length windows, the plushness of the seat beneath her, the monochrome palette. It suited Sam well, and at the same time, not at all.
“Sorry about the set up,” Sam said. “I promise this isn’t an interview.”
“That’s okay,” she said. Bucky shuffled his seat closer to her and put his hand on her arm rest. She kept her own cradled in her lap.
“It’s more of a job offer,” Sam said.
“What?” She glanced over at Bucky but he was no help, only offering a nonchalant shrug. She’d have to have a stern talk with him later about surprises, and how much she really didn’t appreciate them.
“Bucky’s told me a lot about how you work,” Sam carried on. “And I’ve done my own research as well.” He leaned forward onto his desk, fiddling with a pen sat there. “You’re not just skilled, y/n, you’re empathy personified, a guardian. I need that kind of compassion around.”
She shook her head. “I know Bucky has probably told you his version of events, but it’s a sugar-coated - ”
“Stop it,” Bucky interrupted.
“What? I’m telling the truth.”
“No. Stop it. I’m serious.” His expression was resolute, eyes piercing her own.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
Bucky leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. She tried not to ogle at the way his biceps swelled. “Let’s just listen to what Sam has to say,” he said.
Sam was trying his best and failing not to smile. She didn’t feel like she knew him well enough yet to tell him off for enjoying their squabbling.
“Um. Okay,” he began again. “I do have a specific mission for you, to start off. How about I brief you next Monday, and you decide if you want it? I think it will suit you well, even with your time off. But no hard feelings if you’re not interested.”
She wasn’t worried about hard feelings. She was worried about soft, caring, disappointed-not-angry ones. Could she say no to Captain America? More importantly, could she say no to Bucky?
“I’ll think about it,” she told them.
“Working with Sam really helped me,” Bucky said, tapping her hand. “I had forgotten that could do good things, given a proper choice. Help people, even.”
Bucky and Sam smiled at each other, a distinct sense of understanding floating across the room. She felt sick to her stomach.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s fine,” Sam said. “That’s great, thank you.”
A long silence ensued. The men looked sheepish, their body language all twiddling thumbs and shifty eyes.
“Is there something else?” she asked.
“Fury,” Bucky said. “He’d like to talk to you.”
“Oh.”
They didn’t give her time to process.
Sam spun in his chair, pressing the button on a comically small remote. NFJ flared up as a hologram icon, hovering in the corner of the room. Standing up, Sam laid the remote down on the desk in front of her.
“Just press this twice,” he pointed.
They both left the room. She barely registered Bucky standing up next to her, nor the gentle kiss on her forehead before he walked away. She sat still, in front of the remote, for a period of time that felt just like falling.
And she still hadn’t moved an inch when Fury appeared himself, grainy but real before her.
She raised a finger to her mouth, biting down and trying to hold back tears.
“They told me to wait until you connected, but I didn’t want to,” he said.
“Right,” she replied. “Hi.”
“Hello.”
“You didn’t fancy taking a short vacation to good old C-53?”
He laughed. Her own face remained sullen. “How are you?”
“I’d like to hate you,” she told him. It had been a long day already, and she didn’t have the energy for niceties.
“Okay,” he agreed. “But?”
“I don’t think I can. Not anymore than I hate myself, anyway.”
Fury shifted around on his feet. “That’s good to know.”
She strained to listen for background noise from his end, maybe for some foreign languages or strange dialects, but there were none to be heard.
“I’m sorry I fucked the mission,” she said.
“No, no,” he consoled. She’d never seen him look so remorseful. So out of control. “I’m sorry for leaving you on your own.”
“Did you hear about the widows? And all the super soldiers?”
“Yes.”
She nodded. Fury knew who she was. And she knew him. It was a relief to share this guilt with somebody.
“I’ve thought about you every day since,” he said.
“Same.” They shared a smile.
“I wish I could be there,” he said. “I might have even hugged you.”
She chuckled. “You’re a busy man. I understand.”
“You’re important to me,” he stressed.
She thought about Bucky. She imagined his eyes as he smiled, the crinkles at the edges, the luminous quality to his irises. His head on her lap on the day that he found her. And the peace they had carried between them ever since. She didn’t want to be angry, or sad; she’d already had a lifetime of that. No more.
“I understand,” she repeated.
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Archie Andrews- I’m Sorry
I wouldn't say I was a jealous person, I trust Archie and he trusts me, but when the new girl Veronica turned up, I became a girl I didn't know. Jealous, grumpy, sad all the time
"Hey YN. Where's Archie?" Betty asks walking into the student lounge with Jughead. Betty sits next to me while Jug sits opposite. I look at her with a sad face
"With Veronica. Betty I think he's cheating on me"
"Oh god not this again" Jughead groans
"Well what am I supposed to think Jug? what would you think if a new guy shows up and Betty starts hanging out with them everyday and blowing you off" Jug stays quiet “exactly”
“Hey guys” Archie walks in with Veronica. I stay quiet not looking at the two. Feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of Archie cheating on me “you ok YN?” Archie asks placing a kiss on the side of my head
“Just feel sick is all”
“Want to go to the nurses office?” Veronica asks. I shake my head no
“I have cheer practice, I’ll see you guys later” I get up from the couch and hear Veronica ask what was going on between me and Archie.
“So when was the last time you and Archie had some alone time together?” Cheryl asks as we stretch
“Like 3 weeks ago”
“So when Veronica showed up”
“Yep” I sigh “he’s never been like this before with any girl, so the only thing I can think of his that he’s cheating on me”
“Do you want to find out once and for all?” I frown looking at Cheryl “we can follow him and her find out what’s really going on”
“Are you sure. That’s a little… stalkerish”
“YN do you want to know if Archie is cheating on you or not”
“Of course I do but…”
“But nothing. It’s settled. We will follow them tonight”
That evening we follow Archie and Veronica to a jewellery store
“What the hell” Cheryl whispers as we follow them in and hide. We watch Veronica pick out a necklace and give it to Archie
“I can’t believe this. So he meets a girl and only 3 weeks later he’s buying her jewellery, we’ve been together for 2 years. Does it mean nothing to him?” I storm out of the store and over to Cheryl’s car
“I’m so sorry YN”
“How could he do this Cher?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Dump is sorry ass” I get in the car and Cheryl takes me home.
The next day I sit in the student lounge with Cheryl when Archie walks in
“Hey babe why didn’t you text me back last night?”
“Archie we need to talk”
“You want me to stay?” Cheryl asks
“No it’s ok Cher” I give her a quick smile before she leaves, well walks over to the other side of the room
“Ok before you say anything I’m sorry we haven’t been hanging out as much, but I have a good reason. Happy anniversary YN” Archie hands me a little box with the jewellery stores name on it. Holy shit I forgot about our anniversary. I take the lid off and see the necklace Veronica had picked out yesterday “Veronicas been helping me find the perfect present for you” I stare at it feeling guilty and so stupid “don’t you like it? If not I can get you another one”
“No it’s not that, I’m just an idiot”
“What do you mean?” Archie frowns putting his arm around my shoulders
“You’ve been around Veronica so much recently I’ve been paranoid that you’ve been cheating on me with her and I forgot our anniversary. I’m so sorry Archie”
“You think… oh YN. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like that. I promise you I’m not cheating on you and I would never. YN I love you and I promise we can spend more time together now”
“Sorry I thought you were cheating on me and thank you for the necklace. I guess the best I can do now is buy you Pops tonight to say sorry and happy anniversary”
“That sounds amazing” Archie kisses my lips and in walks the others
“Happy anniversary you two” Veronica smiles at me and Archie
“Thank you” I smile back. All my worries have now disappeared.
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‘Til Death
Chapter 2: Welcome to the Underworld
Chapter 1: The Flower
Chapter 3: No Choice
Persephone watched in horror as the world above her disappeared right before her eyes. The gaping crack in the ground closing as she fell through the dark pit. She squeezed her eyes shut as she anticipated the end of her plummet down this mysterious abyss that had swallowed her up. It wasn’t even a few seconds until she finally fell to the bottom with a thud and a grunt of surprise from the sudden impact. The spring goddess took a moment to process what had just happened to her. It all happened so fast, she felt like she was dreaming.
She brushed her hot pink hair from her face and observed her surroundings. Persephone couldn’t recognize a single thing. It was quite dark and the whole place had an eerie and macabre feeling to it as strange moaning sounds echoed throughout the cavernous area. The place also smelled like a wet, damp cave. Honestly, she didn't mind that, after all, she was a spring goddess and has been in all sorts of natural environments, including damp caverns. What really bothered her was the faint stench of sulfur. She wondered what in the world could be down there that could produce such an odor.
Trying to ignore the odd smell, Persephone continued to study her surroundings. There were towering pillars of jagged stone everywhere and bones scattered here and there as if she were in some sort of animal’s underground cave. It wasn’t until Persephone noticed the glowing green river nearby that she realized this was no animal cave and that river was no ordinary river. It was a river of human souls. This place was the Underworld.
“Well, well, well, look who decided to drop in.”
Persephone’s eyes went wide as her body went stiff. She’s heard that voice before at plenty of parties on Olympus (usually it was either complaining about everything or killing the mood). She turned her head and saw the one and only god of the Underworld.
“Hey, how ya doin’, sweetheart? Name’s Hades, Lord of the Dead. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” Hades held out his hand to shake Persephone’s, but she just sat there, frozen in fear while staring at him from the (oddly) warm, hard ground.
“Right, I forgot. You’re the shy type, you’re not into that. That’s fine, no big deal.” Hades took his hand away when he noticed the daffodil from before lying next to Persephone. “Heeey, I see you got my little gift I left for ya! It’s nice, isn’t it? Had to do a lot of butt kissing to convince Narcissus to give me that thing, but hey, it was definitely worth it now that you’re here, huh?”
Persephone looked at the flower lying on the ground next to her. It must’ve fallen down with her after the whole ordeal on Earth. She picked up the flower then looked at Hades curiously.
“You did this?” she asked. “Of course, I did! It’s sort of a personal invitation to the Underworld from me to you.” Hades replied with a smirk.
“Well, I decline. I have flowers to grow and the rest of the world to bring spring to, so if you’ll excuse me.” Persephone declared as she stood up, dusted herself off, then handed the golden daffodil to Hades who accepted it with confusion as Persephone walked away from him. Hades quickly made the flower in his hand disappear in a cloud of smoke before teleporting in front of the spring goddess in a blast of blue flames to stop her from walking any further.
“Hey! Woah, woah, woah, woah! What’s the rush, babe? Huh? You were taking a break out there before ya got dumped down here weren’t you? Now, I get it, you’re not exactly a ‘people person’, but at least stay for a while.” Hades then summoned a stone loveseat and a fruity cocktail drink for himself and Persephone as he led her to the loveseat to sit down with him. “Have a drink, relax! Tell me about yourself! What are your hobbies? What are you into, huh? C’mon!”
“I really don’t have the time to sit here and chat with you, Hades. I have a job to do.” Persephone declared once again as she shoved her drink into Hades’ hand and got up from the stone loveseat to try and leave again.
The drinks and loveseat disappeared in a puff of black smoke as Hades stood and followed Persephone with a frustrated frown now plastered on his face. “Well, there’s been a change of plans, doll face. From now on your ‘job’ is to stay here until I say you can leave. Got it?” Hades declared as his arms turned to smoke and wrapped around Persephone, lifting her up and bringing her back to him.
“You can’t just keep me here! I’m the Goddess of Spring! The rest of the world is gonna freeze for two whole seasons if I don’t go back to finish my job!” Persephone persisted, trying to squirm her way out of the grip of Hades’ smoky arms.
“Yeah, that sounds more like a mortal problem, not my problem. It’s not that big a deal anyways, so people are stuck with a bit of snow and dead fruit for a while. Who cares?! It just means more clientele for me! I get a lot of souls during the cold seasons.” Hades replied with a careless shrug. Persephone glared at Hades with a disgusted frown.
“What do you want from me, Hades?”
"I’m so glad you asked, babe! Y’see, I got a bit of a ‘problem’, per se, that only you can fix.” Hades then let go of Persephone before explaining to her why she was here.
“After that whole, ‘take over the cosmos’ fiasco, I got stuck in the River Styx and those slimy, good for nothing souls kept me down there for so long that the stupid river ended up draining most of my powers. So, if I don’t restore them, then I could lose them forever. That’s where you come in, sweetcheeks. Y’see, the only way I can prevent that from happening is if I marry another goddess as powerful as me. So, I did a little ‘bridal shopping’, saw your pretty little face and bada bing bada boom! Here you are!”
Hades then summoned a scroll and writing utensil to take notes as Persephone stared at him in bewilderment. “So, how many gods from your side are we talking here? 10? 15? 20? C’mon, gimme an estimate, babe. We gotta get some RSVPs going here.”
“Okay, hold on. So, you basically dragged me down here to force me to marry you just so you can get your lousy powers back?” Persephone asked. “Hey! My powers aren’t lousy! But, yeah. Pretty much. That’s the gist of it.” Hades replied as the scroll and writing utensil magically disappeared from his hands in small puffs of smoke.
“Forget it! I’m never gonna marry you! Not after everything you did to me, the gods, and the entire world when you tried to take over the cosmos! You’re crazier than Mania!” Persephone scoffed before attempting to leave the Underworld once more.
“Not so fast, sweetheart!” Hades snapped as his arms turned to smoke once more and reached out to capture her in an even tighter grip than before. “You’re not getting out of this. You’re staying right here until you decide to marry me.” Hades threatened as he brought her face to face with him. Persephone glared daggers at him, wanting so badly to slap that evil smirk right off his grey-blue face.
“Anyways, since it looks like you’re gonna be staying here for a while I’ll show you to your luxury suite.” he said before teleporting both himself and Persephone to another part of the Underworld in a blast of blue flames.
The two gods then appeared in a well lit (thanks to the large chandelier in the middle of the room), but gloomy bedroom. There was a canopy bed, a wardrobe, a vanity, and a stone armchair in the corner by a shelf filled with rolled up scrolls all set up for someone to stay. The entire room was colored in blacks, grays, and dark blues (Hades’ signature color scheme). The room was also covered with dust and cobwebs most likely due to nobody ever bothering to actually stay as a guest in the Underworld.
“Luxury suite, huh? I’d hate to see the downgrade.” Persephone sarcastically remarked.
“Yeah, keep it up, princess and maybe you will.” Hades replied. Persephone simply rolled her eyes at Hades’ snarky and slightly threatening retort as his smoky arms released her, materializing back into their normal state once more.
“It’s got everything ya need: a bed, some reading material, a mirror to ogle yourself with. The works. You’re set for eternity, babe.” Hades said. “Eternity?! No! No way! I am not gonna be here for eternity!” Persephone argued.
“Hey, I already told you, you’re stuck here until you decide you change your mind.” Hades reminded her with a shrug.
“And what are you gonna do if I don’t marry you? Lock me away in Tartarus with all the other goddesses that said ‘no’ to you?”
Hades raised his brow at her as he casually leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know you were my first choice, sweetheart. You should be flattered.”
Persephone scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m so lucky the God of the Underworld chose me of all goddesses to be his mail order bride.”
“Look, I’ll make a deal with ya. Okay? You say ‘yes’ and I’ll consider letting you go. Whaddya say?” Hades persuaded.
“‘What do I say?!’ No! For the last time, Hades, I am NEVER going to marry you! EVER!” Persephone exclaimed.
Hades simply shrugged in response. “Fine, have it your way. Sleep tight, rosebud.” The smug god then disappeared in a blaze of blue fire as the large doors slammed shut, leaving Persephone alone in the dusty, gloomy guest room.
“Hades! You can’t do this to me! You’re making a big mistake! Someone will realize I’m missing and come looking for me! Hades!” Persephone shouted after him as she ran to the bedroom doors trying to open them with no luck.
After banging on the door for a few minutes to get Hades’ (or really anyone’s) attention, Persephone sighed in defeat. She then walked over to the bed and wiped off the dust so she could sit down without dirtying her chiton.
“You’ll see. Any minute now mother will realize I’m missing and send all the gods to come and find me. Then you’ll get what’s coming to you, you overgrown candle.” Persephone huffed to herself as she crossed her arms.
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stupid in love
request by anon: hey congrats for 2.6k followers, that's so cool!!! I don't know if i'm too late but can i request jesper from shadow and bone x reader with prompt 5? would love for it to be romantic :) congrats again and thank you if you decide to write it!! <3
A/N: is this romantic? no idea but I've been writing this for like a month and I'm beyond done with it so have whatever the fuck this is
warnings: six of crows stuff, blood, swearing, alludes to suicide throughout
"I threw myself out a window for you! What more do you want from me?"
Y/N almost punched him. Him throwing himself out the window was the entire reason she was annoyed at him. It had been terrifying and Y/N had thought Jesper was dead. But Jesper had taken it as another fable to tell the punters - hadn't realised how lucky he was. Y/N glowered at Jesper from across the bar as she poured him another shot.
"Maybe for you to actually pay for these shots?" Y/N asked, sliding the shot glass along the bar top to Jesper.
Jesper picked it up and downed it with one smooth movement. "Ah, it's fine, put it on my tab."
Y/N rolled her eyes but obliged, scribbling down the rapidly growing cost of Jesper's evening. He'd actually only had three shots - the rest had been spread around the entire club in celebration of something or other.
Their last job had been chaotic as usual. Jesper had thrown himself out a window, Kaz had almost gotten shot and they'd blown a few things up. But the image of Jesper falling through a window had stuck with Y/N all night.
The entire reason Y/N had ended up in the Dregs was because of her sister. Her sister, who had gone insane, and leapt off a roof, plummeting to her death in front of Y/N. Every time Y/N relived Jesper falling, she saw him in her sister's place. She saw his body instead of hers.
Which was why, Jesper making jokes about his window-smashing exploits wasn't appreciated at that moment.
"'ello, Y/N," Rotty said jogging up to the bar with a beaming smile, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"Evening, Rotty," Y/N called, setting the cleaned glasses on the side. "What can I do for you?"
"Boss wants you," Rotty replied. He gestured over his shoulder at Jesper who was singing a rowdy sea shanty with an arm around a red-haired woman who looked like an actual mermaid. "And him."
"Have you told him?"
"I did."
"And?"
"He said 'in a moment'."
"Oh for -" Y/N bought her fingers to her lips and whistled. Loudly.
The entire bar fell silent and everyone turned to stare at her. She pointed at Jesper and then up at Kaz's office door.
"You, upstairs, now," Y/N demanded.
Jesper sighed, grumbling to himself as he slid off the redhead's lap and practically stomped after Y/N as she walked up the stairs.
She paused at the top and looked down at the still silent bar. "Carry on."
The chatter and sound of money being lost quickly restarted. Y/N shut the office door behind her, the noise from downstairs all but disappearing behind the thick, iron door.
Inej was, unsurprisingly, already there. She stood near to Kaz, her hands clasped behind her back with her hood up. As Y/N approached Kaz, he looked up at her and then at Jesper who'd flopped down in a plush armchair near the window.
"Is he drunk?"
"No," Y/N replied, sitting down in the chair Kaz had in front of his desk and crossing her legs. She fanned out her skirt and clasped her hands together in her lap. "He bought shots for everyone in the club but he's only had three."
"Good, I need him sober," Kaz replied. He gave Jesper a cursory glance over his shoulder. "Jesper, come here."
Jesper stood up and skulked over to the desk, leaning over Y/N's head to see what was on the desk. "Is that -"
"Yes."
"And are we -"
"Yes."
Y/N frowned and sat forward, looking at the plans laid out on Kaz's desk. She raised her eyebrows. "The Geldrenner Hotel? Really? What's there."
"You mean who is there," Kaz corrected. He handed Y/N a newspaper cut out featuring a grainy print of a member of the Merchant Council.
"Is that Van Halla?" Y/N asked, squinting at the print. "Isn't he meant to be in Os Alta?"
"He's on holiday and is staying at the Geldrenner with his wife and entourage or fifty," Kaz replied. "And whilst he is here, he's attending the extravagant birthday of Van Eck."
"Oh, I see where this is going," Y/N said, nodding. "I saw the Van Eck birthday present list - what did Halla get?"
"The Millenium Watch."
Three pairs of eyes looked at Kaz with surprise and shock.
"I'm sorry, you want us to steal the Millenium Watch?" Jesper asked, gaping. "One of the most expensive watches in history?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I need a new pocket watch," Kaz said with a shrug.
"And the real reason?" Inej asked, raising her eyebrows.
"I've made a deal with someone - in exchange for the Millenium Watch we get the plans to the Boeksplein."
"And what's there?"
"Need to know."
The three of them scoffed but weren't entirely surprised.
"Now, are you done interrogating me?" Kaz asked. "Because I would like to get on with the job."
'So, here's the plan.'
The hotel was ridiculous grand for the streets of Ketterdam. Granted, it did sit in the middle of the Financial District and was within view of the Stadwatch barracks to avoid any burglaries, heists or assassinations.
It was strictly reserved for the rich and wealthy and the majority of Ketterdam knew they would never be privileged enough to see inside the marbled walls.
And up until now, Y/N had thought herself one of those people.
'Jesper, Y/N, you two will go in disguised as staff. Inej will be on the roof and sneak in through the skylight.'
'And what about you, Kaz?"
"I, darling, Y/N, will be causing a distraction.'
"What do you mean there's no reservation for me?!"
Y/N looked up from the bin she was emptying. Kaz was standing at the front desk, dressed in a - quite frankly ridiculous - outfit, waving his arms around and swearing. A lot. Y/N glanced over at Jesper, a smile pulling on her lips. "I take it that that's the distraction," she whispered.
As Kaz continued to flap his arms like a bird, Y/N and Jesper headed over to the hand-operated elevator. The two of them nodded at the elevator operator.
"Seventh floor, please," Jesper said, clasping his hands in front of him.
"Oh, oh, wait, please!"
A woman, dressed in the ridiculous fashions of the wealthy, bustled into the elevator, dragging about eight different cases and hat boxes with her.
"You," she said, snapping her fingers at Jesper, "take these up to my room - number 754b." The woman turned to Y/N. "Be a dear and take these."
Before Y/N could protest, a black, leather briefcase was pushed into her arms as Jesper was pushed out the door. The elevator operator sighed and began working the elevator up to floor 7.
"I like your dress, ma'am," Y/N said, attempting to break the awkward elevator music.
"Oh, aren't you a dear!" The women cooed. "My husband - Van Halla - bought it for me."
Y/N almost dropped the briefcase.
'What floor is Van Halla staying on?'
'Seventh floor, room 54b, Inej. It's the penthouse and the only room with a skylight.'
'Which is how Inej is getting in. But how are we getting out?'
'Front door, Y/N. If this goes to plan, we'll walk out that hotel through the front door with the watch.'
'And if something goes wrong?'
'Well, then, Jesper, I guess you'd better get acquainted with Hellgate.'
The elevator trundled up to the seventh floor and Y/N traipsed after the woman - who was, apparently, Van Halla's wife - to the penthouse.
As Y/N stepped into the penthouse, one thing went through her mind.
Money does not buy you taste.
And that was coming from someone who lived in the Slat which was, to be fair, held up by sheer terror at what Kaz may do should it collapse.
"Just leave the bags in the bedroom, darling," the woman called, waving a hand to the right.
Y/N hovered awkwardly for a moment, trying to work out where exactly in the cavernous, garishly white and orange room she was pointing to. Eventually, Y/N spotted a double door - bright orange like the cushions on the sofa - and assumed that was the bedroom.
She opened the doors and almost dropped the bags.
The 'bedroom' was bigger than her room. In fact, it was probably bigger than her room, Jesper's room, Kaz's room and Inej's room combined.
"Damn," Y/N muttered, her eyes wide. "What it is to have money, huh?"
Y/N dumped the bags on the floor near the wardrobe and turned to go when a small, black velvet box sat on a table. She paused.
"Do you want me to unpack the bags, ma'am?" Y/N called, quietly approaching the table, trying to get a closer look at the engraved plaque on the top of the box.
"No, no, you're fine!"
Y/N stood in front of the table, her heart pounding. Happy birthday, Van Eck was engraved on the top of the box. Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out an identical box.
'So, we switch the boxes?'
'Thanks to Jesper's hidden talent - no need to roll your eyes, Jesper - we have an exact replica of the watch. Minus a few details, obviously, drawings and sketches only give so much detail.'
'And if we get caught with the watch? Because either way, they'll know something's up.'
'Best not to get caught then, Y/N. However, if for whatever someone isn't at the rendevous, we'll plan something.'
'So reassuring, Kaz.'
'Oh, good, I'm glad, I was concerned I my tone wasn't coming across.'
Y/N glanced out into the main room of the penthouse and quickly switched the boxes, making sure the fake was in the exact same position as the original. She slipped the original into her pocket and stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
"If that's all then, ma'am," Y/N said, bowing to the woman.
"Yes, yes, thank you," she said, nodding.
Y/N headed towards the front door when it swung open and a large man, with a red face and a huge moustache, stormed in.
"Excuse me, sir," Y/N said, pressing herself to the wall as he marched past.
The man barely looked at her - he just sniffed.
"Victoria! Why did you not wait for me?" He called.
"You were busy having a go at some man, darling," the woman - Victoria - replied. "Feel better for yelling?"
"Oh, wife, you know me too well."
Y/N quickly left the room before Van Halla started kissing his wife. They were only some things she could cope with.
With the watch secure in her pocket, Y/N made her way back down to the elevator. She spotted Jesper on her way - struggling with the numerous bags Van Halla had apparently abandoned.
Y/N whistled at him and gestured her head, tapping her wrist. Jesper dropped the bags - Y/N was certain she heard something smash - and jogged up to her side.
"You got it?"
"It was surprisingly easy," Y/N whispered as they headed to the elevator. "It was lying there."
The music in the elevator played joyfully as they rode down - Y/N was trying not to bop to the light plinking piano music.
'So, once we've got the watch. How do we get out?'
'No need to point between you and Jesper, Y/N, I knew who you meant. You two will go out the servant's entrance here and meet Inej and I where the carriages are stored.'
'And if things go to shit?'
'Luckily for you, Jesper, I have plans ranging from A all the way to T.'
'What happens if we get to S? Damn, Kaz, no need to glare at me like that, Saints. You could set me on fire!'
'Shut up, Y/N.'
"Never, boss.'
The servant's entrance was quiet and empty which was a blessing for Jesper and Y/N - especially since Y/N could feel the watch box beginning to metaphorically burn a hole in her coat.
A guard was sat in the chair by the door, intently reading a book. He looked up as they approached and smiled.
"Ah, hello!" He said, standing up. "Right, let's do this quickly, shall we? I'm at a good point in my book. So, you know and I know this but I have to state it again for rules - I have to search you as you come in and out the building since we have numerous Merchants staying here. We don't want anything expensive to get stolen since we can't afford a lawsuit!" He clapped his hands. "So, which one of you wants to get searched first?"
Y/N and Jesper shared a look.
"I'll go first," Y/N volunteered, stepping forward and holding her arms out.
The guard patted her down, humming joyfully as he did so. "Perfect! And you, sir?"
Jesper stepped forward but tripped over the leg of the chair, knocking the chair over and jogging the table and knocking a vase over.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jesper exclaimed, kneeling down to pick up the vase.
"Oh, it's fine, I do it all the time," the guard said, smiling. "Anyhoo."
Jesper set the vase on the table and lifted his arms. "You know, this isn't usually how I like to begin."
The guard looked up at him and raised his eyebrows, smiling. "No?"
"No. I prefer a more intimate setting."
Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed. She cleared her throat pointedly and Jesper winked at the guard, stepping aside.
"Seriously?" Y/N hissed as they walked down the side street to the garage at the back.
"It worked, didn't it?" Jesper replied.
"Oi!"
Jesper turned with a smile on his face, fully expecting it to be the previous guard. Except it wasn't. A sterner looking guard was marching towards them both with a glare in his eyes.
"The idiot back there forgot to ask for your papers," he snapped. "Papers. Now."
'What happens if we need papers to get in and out?'
'I've thought about that.'
'And?'
'Well, best get running. And try to avoid bullets.'
'Why did I expect anything else from you, Kaz?'
Jesper's hand brushed against Y/N's as he stepped forward, communicating silently the plan.
Which consisted of nothing more than run.
"We forgot our papers," YN said smoothly.
The guard raised his eyebrows. "Well, then I can't let you leave until I've contacted your supervisor. You'll have to come with me."
As the man reached out to grab Y/N's wrist, she grabbed his arm, and using all her strength, flipped him over her back and into the floor.
"Go!" Y/N yelled, shoving Jesper up the hill as she ran down it.
Y/N leapt over the guard and ran down the street, the steep gradient speeding her up. The garage was at the other end of the street - up the hill where Jesper had gone - but Y/N knew the guard would be chasing after her.
For a moment, all Y/N could hear was her pounding heartbeat, her vision bouncing up and down as she ran. And then a gunshot cracked out.
Y/N stumbled forward and then darted to the right, hiding in a bush in someone's garden as she panted. She kept quiet as she heard the guard stop right in front of her bush. Y/N didn't allow herself to relax until the guard swore loudly and jogged back up the hill.
Y/N leant her head back against the wall behind her and felt tears well in her eyes as she pressed a hand to her stomach. The bullet had gone through her back and out through her stomach. There was so much blood and the pain was overwhelming - almost blinding.
But, Y/N forced herself out of the bush and to her feet. There was a back alley with a set of stairs leading up to the garage - a very steep set of stairs, mind.
Step by step, Y/N climbed up the stairs, tightly holding onto the handrail as she climbed. Thankfully, the row of expensive-looking carriages was at the top of the stairs and Y/N's knees nearly buckled with relief when she saw the familiar slim shape of Inej.
"Inej," Y/N gasped, falling forwards onto her knees.
Inej ran over to Y/N, her feet silent on the cobbles. She knelt down next to her and held Y/N up with a hand on her uninjured side. "What happened?"
"Oh, turns out we need papers to get out," Y/N grunted, hissing with pain as Inej pressed a black handkerchief - that looked suspiciously like the one Kaz carried - against her front wound.
"Where's Jesper?"
"No idea. Where's Kaz?"
"No idea."
"Excellent, at least we're on the same - ow - page," Y/N inhaled sharply, her hand flying to grab Inej's arm as a wave of pain tossed her into a rock. "Saints."
"It went straight through, thankfully, so I think if we stitch it when we get back and keep it clean -"
"I'll live to get shot another day?" Y/N quipped, smiling despite the sheer amount of pain she was in. "I hope one of them appears with a carriage soon."
Inej kept a steady hand on Y/N's side, keeping her propped up on her knees as she tied a scarf around her waist, covering both wounds.
"Thank you," Y/N said softly, her head resting against Inej's shoulder.
"For what?" Inej asked, frowning. "For saving your life? Again? Because I'd do that even if you'd pissed me off."
A breath of laughter escaped Y/N's lips as she lifted her head. "No. Just for being here. Jesper and I..."
"I know," Inej said quietly. "Does he know?"
"About what? About how I had to watch him fall out a third storey window, not knowing if he was alive or dead? To have to cope with the mental images I have of his broken, bleeding body lying in the streets only to be thrown onto the Reaper's Barge? To know that every time I close my eyes I see Jesper where my sister was? I see Jesper jumping off the roof and plummeting instead of her? I see him staring back at me with glassy eyes and a broken neck and bleeding and -"
"Ok, ok, calm down," Inej shushed, putting a hand on the back of Y/N's head. Y/N sobbed, burying her face into the crook of Inej's neck. She cried for her dead sister, for the fact Jesper was at times an oblivious idiot and for the fact her side really fucking hurt.
"Inej I just keep seeing him lying there," Y/N sobbed. "I know he's fine but I -"
"I know, Y/N, I know," Inej said softly, stroking her hair back. She gently took her face between her hands. "But he is not your sister. Ok? Now, come on we need to get you standing."
Y/N managed to get her feet underneath her and with help from Inej, she was soon standing up - albeit a bit wobbly. Inej kept a hand on Y/N's arm, the physical contact keeping them both going as they waited for Kaz and Jesper.
Not even a minute later, a carriage rolled down the street with Kaz and Jesper in the driver's seat.
"Don't tell Jesper," Y/N said suddenly, panic in her voice.
Inej nodded. "I won't."
Kaz's dark eyes looked Y/N up and down as Jespe halted the horses to a stop. "Trouble?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle," Y/N replied, trying to hide her wince of pain as she tried to stand straighter.
"Inej?"
Y/N rolled her eyes. Kaz had quickly caught on to the fact she often downplayed her pain when injured, so he often asked literally anyone else.
"Through and through - she'll be fine if get back soon," Inej replied.
"Good, on you get."
Y/N climbed inside the carriage, sinking into the velvet green seat with a sigh of relief. Inej hovered by the open door before eventually coming to a decision.
"I'll be up front if you need me," she said softly, knowing that Y/N needed a moment alone.
Y/N had never been so grateful that Inej was her best friend. The carriage doors shut, and with the curtains pulled over the windows, it was blissfully dark. Y/N closed her eyes and relaxed as best she could - she kept a hand tightly pressed over Inej's scarf and her wound.
She didn't realise she'd fallen asleep until someone tapped her knee. Y/N jumped and opened her eyes to Jesper staring at her with eyes full of concern.
"You alright?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Y/N... why are you acting strange?"
"I'm not."
Jesper sat down opposite her as the carriage resumed moving. "You are. Ever since the last job you've been acting weird."
Y/N shrugged. "Sorry."
Jesper frowned. "Is this about the last job? Look, I didn't actually fall out a window for you..."
Jesper's words faded away as Y/N's mind was filled with the memory of Jesper falling. And then it wasn't Jesper it was her sister again. And then it was Inej. And even Kaz. Over and over again they were falling and falling and falling.
"Stop the carriage!"
The carriage had barely stopped before Y/N practically threw herself outside, her side screaming in protest at the sudden movement. She didn't give anyone a second glance as she moved off the open road and down into the hedgerow. There was a small river running through the field near them - one that leads into the Ketterdam canals - and Y/N fell to her knees on the banks of it, plunging her hands into the water.
Stupid, so, so stupid. It had been years since her sister had died and just when Y/N thought she'd moved on, Jesper pushed her back miles and miles.
Y/N leant forward, leaning on her hands as she stared down at the water, her knees getting wet as she knelt in the wet grass. She heard a twig snap and sighed. "I'm fine, Jesper, just leave me alone."
"Flattered that you thought I was Jesper, but alas," Kaz said, standing behind her.
Y/N glanced over her shoulder at Kaz. "Sorry, I'll be back in a minute."
Kaz was silent for a minute. "When the memory overwhelms you, find something to ground you. The feeling of something, the sound of something, even. It helps drown it out."
Y/N nodded, sniffing softly. She grunted as she got to her feet, her hand pressed to her side. A quick glance down and she saw red but not too much. "Sorry."
"Trauma doesn't apologise," Kaz said roughly, turning around and heading back up the hill. "So why should you?"
Y/N chuckled to herself. She spotted Jesper at the top of the hill, pacing nervously as Inej tried to calm him down. It took Y/N only a few seconds to decided what to do.
"Jesper, come here," Y/N called, waving him over.
He jogged over to her and his hands were instantly on her shoulders - almost as if he was holding her together. "I'm sorry -"
"Don't be, Jesper," Y/N said softly. She placed her hand over his and rubbed a circle on the back of his hand. "My sister went insane and jumped off a roof when I was fourteen. When I saw you fall out the window... I saw her. She landed in front of me and I stared at her dead, broken body, unable to comprehend what had happened. So, when you fell... I felt like I was fourteen again. And the fact you kept joking about it didn't help. It was nothing you did, Jesper. It's my own trauma rearing its head and wanting to take me down again. I just..."
"I understand," Jesper said softly, his eyes gentle and caring as he looked at her. "And I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. Trauma doesn't apologise so why should we?"
Kaz, who was trying not to listen, smirked to himself. He tapped the side of the carriage with the head of his cane. "Come on, lovebirds, we need to move."
Y/N turned back to Jesper and smile, despite her heart aching. "All I ask, Jesper, is if you could maybe carry me back to the carriage because I really hurt right now."
Jesper laughed. "Of course I can, love."
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Trust Me Pt. 3 (Rick Flag x Reader)
[Gif]
Pairing(s): Rick Flag x Reader
Characters: Rick Flag, Mentions of Amanda Waller
Rating: General
Word Count: 1k+
Warning(s): Language, mentions of blood, wound dressing?
Summary: Rick takes you home. The two of you have a late night chat. Part 3/?
A/N: Pt. (1)(2)
Taglist: @rrtxcmt @to-be-or-not-to-be-2021
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“[Y/n]?”
You heard your first name, which must have been the tinnitus— Because it was Rick Flag’s voice saying it. You opened your eyes.
Rick was offering you an arm.
He helped you out of the car by your uninjured hand, your bag already slung across his chest again. When had he gotten out? When had you gotten home?
And as if up was down— as if world order was inverted— you willingly tell him the code to your building’s front door. Then which floor number to jab in the elevator. You didn’t even object when he rummaged through the outer pocket of your bag and found your key ring himself. You communicated all these things with few words; An understanding somehow passing that he’d make sure you’re settled in before he finally gets out of your hair.
Eventually, you're on your own living room couch— and Colonel Rick Flag is seated there beside you. You winced away from the damp gauze pad he tries to press to your temple gingerly again.
“Flag,” You grumbled, batting his hand away. “It’s fine already.”
He scoffed. You were so damn stubborn. Even lying there, practically boneless, you gave him shit as he tried to concentrate, a pair of tweezers to your head. “You’ve got a suture... stickin’ out of your face...” You winced again at the sudden, sharp pain of Rick pulling the useless piece of nylon from your cut.
“Lucky for you, looks like the rest of it’ll close up just fine.”
You were resting your head on the back of the couch, half turned away from the man’s scrutiny. Sitting next to you, he took up most of the tiny piece of furniture. Granted, it was meant for two people, but with Rick’s stature it became a tight squeeze. Rick tossed the pair of tweezers and gauze onto the towel laid out on the coffee table.
“How do I look?” You sighed.
“Honestly,” He mulled it over with a pause, “You look like shit.”
You stared at him. A small smile suddenly quirked his lips, and instead of rising to the bait, you mimicked the expression, chuckling a little. Rick rewards you with a full blown grin.
“Not bad, [L/n].” He said. About what? How you’d heal up in no time? How you handled Waller’s tyranny like a champ? All of it, he supposed. Rick reclined back on the couch with you, his gaze on a stain smeared across his knuckle. Some of your blood. Spilt for him. He wiped it away idly.
“Thanks a lot.” You batted at his hand lightly again while its propped up there between the two of you. Rick curled it into a weak fist, flexing the tendons up his arm in thought. Your thank you hangs there, your eyes drifting close as the seconds passed.
Rick inhaled before speaking, “D’you remember—”
You opened your eyes. You waited for him. The only sound in the apartment a clock hanging above your television and the murmur of distant cars passing outside the window.
Rick’s hand dropped and you watch him shake his head. He scrubbed at his eye tiredly.
“Nah. Let me get going. I’m already wasting your week off.”
“Remember what?” You frowned.
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, as he tended to do instead of looking at you. He’d done it in meetings, in planes— He even did it in front of a campfire once during your second mission in a fucking forest— as you argued over strategy. You learned quickly during your observation of Rick Flag that he didn’t hide his tells of agitation very well— Least of all when it concerned you.
So you eased off. Relented for the night. He was right, it was already tomorrow, wasn’t it?
You’re pulled from your thoughts when a deep sound escapes Rick— It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him yawn, and you watched him stifle it embarrassingly behind a closed fist. He blinked, glancing down at the black watch around his wrist.
“You need some sleep too, Flag.” You said gently. Then, less gently, “...Or a power outlet.”
He snorted. Bundling up the towel on the coffee table, he peeled himself off the couch.
“USB port?” You called after him. He crossed your small apartment over to the kitchen area, dumping all the used bandages and wrappers into the trash. You drifted again, listened to the sink running, a dish towel plopping back down onto the counter.
“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Rick called by the front door, and your eyes shot open.
“Wait,” You said, hurrying to get up. Rick turned around. Your front door was already halfway open. You took the handle from him and let him move into the doorframe as he looked at you curiously.
“Yeah, [L/n]?” Disappointment flashed across your face. You had liked the sound of your first name leaving his lips. But maybe the world wasn’t completely upside down, then.
Speaking of lips, your eyes darted to the line pressed across Rick’s, his brows pinching together as he waited for you to say what you had to say. What could you say to thank him, to explain that you understood that things were different between the two of you now?
Waller’s lecture had been a refresher in your mission statement — You worked for her, not with him. Not really. Your aid could facilitate the suicide squad in a limited capacity, but Waller had no real use for your skills with you dead. As she gave you your debrief and let the door hit you on the way out tonight, you knew that from now on, you weren’t going to just stand there and let things happen to Rick Flag in the field— not if you could ever help it again.
“[Y/n]?” Rick murmured. His eyes tried to discern the puzzling look on your face. You didn’t have the energy to say it all to him now.
So instead, you placed a gentle hand on Rick’s arm, pushing yourself up to close the gap between the two of you, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“What—” He startled; Rick turned his head. You gasped when your lips met in an unexpected peck.
You reeled. He reeled. “Oh— fuck, sorry I just—” You stuttered.
Rick blinked down at you, looking stunned.
Then— after a moment’s hesitation— he leaned down, his lips hovering over yours before giving you a careful kiss in return. Your eyes fluttered, closing. Seconds passed —You felt Rick move his lips against yours, persuading you wordlessly to return the gesture, so you do. You stayed like that— your hands to yourselves— the only connection passing between you in that same soft breath.
Rick pulled away abruptly. “Right.”
“—Yeah.”
“I’ll— get goin’ then.”
“Okay.”
Colonel Rick Flag backed out into your hallway, his shoulder bumping into the frame on his way out. “I— I’ll see you next week. Maybe.” He conceded, walking away.
“See you, yeah.”
You let him quickly disappear down the hall before shutting the door, more addled and dizzy tonight than ever.
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(Loki x Teen Reader) 1/3
⚠️ SPOILERS for Loki S1EP5 “Journey Into Mystery.” ⚠️
Summary: After being pruned, Loki finds himself in a prison existing outside of the timeline where he just so happens to meet other versions of himself. While The Void, Loki meets a young girl living amongst his Variants who catches his curiosity. When Loki finally learns her identity, the God of Mischief is left nearly speechless.
Warnings: None.
The Void
Being killed by the mad titan, that was one thing. But being ‘pruned’ by the TVA was another. When Loki had been pruned by Renslayer, he had woken up in a place unknown. At first, he thought that he was dead, and that he was in hell. But… Turns out, he was somewhere else entirely. It was called The Void. This was the place where the TVA sent its Varients who were found guilty of committing a crime against the sacred timeline. It was also where things ended up when the TVA reset the timeline. The TVAs dumping grounds. This place was very dangerous. Especially for those who weren’t skilled in magic, or fighting. But luckily for Loki, he was skilled in both. Surely he have some chance of survival? After all, he now had the guidance of the unexpected. Other Varients of himself who had ended up here just like him. The other Loki’s stood around him. Old Loki, Boastful Loki, Kid Loki, and…Alligator Loki. The purple sky rumbled loudly. This definitely wasn’t the place to be. They would need to get back to shelter as soon as they could.
With his bag thrown over his shoulder, Old Loki sighs. “We should get moving.” He looked at the others. Of course, TVA Loki was still trying to process all of this. I mean, other versions of him? One being a child, and a reptile? It was absurd. Absolutely absurd! But considering TVA Loki didn’t quite understand where he was, he had to entrust in his other Varients to lead the way. TVA Loki huffed. “Well… Lead the way.” He told them.
The other Loki’s were about to lead TVA Loki, but Boastful Loki looked around. “Wait… Where is she?”
“I’m sorry?” TVA Loki quizzed.
Boastful Loki huffed. “She’s done disappeared on us again.” He looked at Old Loki, Kid Loki, and Alligator Loki. Kid Loki rolled his eyes. “Why did you expect? She likes to wonder off. I say we leave her, she’ll find her way back on her own.” TVA Loki stared, completely puzzled. Who was she? Who the hell were they talking about? TVA Loki shakes his head. “She? Who is she? Who are we talking about here?”
Old Loki looked back up at the sky, it rumbled once more. He exhaled. “We’re not leaving her behind, it’s too dangerous out here.” He told them. Old Loki looked around, his eyes scanning their surroundings. “She’s around, I know she didn’t go too far off.”
“She’s stupid for wondering off at all.” Kid Loki protested. “If we leave her to fend for herself, she’ll learn her lesson, the way I see it.”
“Shut up.” Boastful Loki remarked. “Maybe you’re the one we should leave behind?” He rolled his eyes. Kid Loki could definitely be a pain in the ass to deal with at times. Boastful Loki gripped his makeshift hammer, his weapon in hand. He too scanned their surroundings. “Y/Ns a clever girl.” He nods. TVA Loki narrowed his eyes. Y/N, huh? Just who was this Y/N that they were speaking of? “Besides, its not like she couldn’t handle herself. She’s a hell of a fighter, she won’t go down without a fighter that’s for damn sure.”
TVA Loki grits his teeth. “Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?! Who is Y/N?!”
“An idiot.” Kid Loki laughs. Kid Loki yelled when he felt something sharp stick into his side. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but enough for him to feel pain. “Hey!” He exclaimed, and in confusion.
“You’re the idiot.” A voice spoke.
All of the Loki’s heads turn when Y/N had appeared out of nowhere beside Kid Loki. She had used a invisibility spell to cloak herself while she had scounter the area to make sure they weren’t being watched. She had just returned to hear Kid Loki’s comment about her. Boastful Loki couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “There she is.”
“One, that hurt. Two, where the hell you’d run off to?” Kid Loki quizzed. Y/N placed her dagger back in its holster. At first, she didn’t answer. She gaze turned from him, to TVA Loki. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of him. Though, she was quick to break the gaze. “I was making sure no one was tailing us.” She finally answered. She then looked to Old Loki, her brows furrowed. “Another one?” Old Loki huffed, nodding his head. TVA Loki couldn’t help but stare at the so called Y/N. He studied her. She was fairly young, a teenager. The girls Y/H/C was pulled up into a tight ponytail out of her face. The girl wore an armored leather outfit, much similar to what Lady Sif would wear. The girl had a dagger holstered at her waist. TVA Lokis eyes grew wide. “Hold on a minute. Is she…a Loki?” He quizzed. “A teenage girl is a Loki?” This of course could only earn a laugh from Boastful Loki. He shakes his head. “Oh heavens no. Not even close.” He then looked to Y/N. “No offense, love.” Y/N could simply shrug her shoulders lightly in reply. It was hard these days for her to actually be offended by either of the Loki’s.
“Not even close? Then who the hell is she?” TVA glared at Y/N. If she wasn’t a Loki, then why was here with other Loki’s? “It’s a long story.” Old Loki remarked. “One we don’t have time for. At least, now here of all places. We should get back to shelter.” He told the group of Loki’s, and Y/N. Y/N nods her head in agreement. All the others seemed to agree with Old Loki’s idea as well. Taking shelter was best.
So, Y/N and the Loki Varients headed for shelter.
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The entire walk back to shelter had been taken in silence, well expect for the few times that TVA Loki had asked them a bunch of questions. Aside from that, they all choose to keep their mouths shut. After what seemed like forever, that all arrived at their unground bunker which that had been hiding out in. Boastful Loki unlocked the door, and pulled it up and open. He looked to Y/N. “Ladies first.” He stepped aside, allowing the young girl to enter before them. Y/N simply thanked Boastful Loki with the nod of her head, before getting onto the ladder, and begins to crawl down in the hideout. Soon after she got inside the bunker, the others filed inside as well. They were all extremely tired, and were need of rest. Once they were in in the bunker, Boastful Loki closed the door behind them. “Home sweet home.” He grinned, walking over towards a chair. He would never get tired of this place. “Yes….home.” Old Loki huffed. Boastful Loki and Old Loki both took seats in chairs aside one another. Alligator Loki had slid down a slide, and into a small pool of water. Kid Loki had placed himself in the chair which was considered his throne.
As for Y/N, she had wondered over to the corner of the room. In the corner of the room, was a small makeshift bed on the floor. Her bed. And stacked beside the makeshift bed was a bunch of books. Some of them had been placed there, and some books were sitting on top. There was also a pile of food that she’d scavenged for dinner, along with a bunch of blankets. “Finally…” Y/N muttered, as she took a seat down on her bed.
TVA Loki remained standing, his hands resting on his hips. “So…This is where you live?”
“Yep.” Boastful Loki nods. “I know it’s not paradise, but it’s certainly a lot more comfortable than being out there.” He sunk down in his chair Old Loki nods in agreement. “And it’s much safer than being out there in the storm.”
TVA Loki nodded, looking at his surroundings. “That is true. Safe is good isn’t it?” He spotted a spare seat, and decided that he too would sit down. Honestly, he had so many questions about this place, the other Loki’s, and especially about the young girl that was with them. Who was she? Why was she here? TVA Loki exhaled, clasping his hands together. “So… This Y/N, who is she exactly?” He quizzed. He was genuinly curious. “I mean, she’s a Varient that’s given. But if she’s not one of us, then who is she, what’s her story?”
Old Loki leaned in. “Her story?”
“Yes.” TVA Loki nods. “I mean, if she’s here than it means she’s caused some sort of nexus event.” TVA Loki looked at Y/N. The teenager was sitting on her bed, twirling her dagger between her fingers. Kid Loki sat on his throne, sipping from a juice box, his feet up. He looked at the other Loki’s. “Duh, isn’t that obvious? We all caused a nexus event. It’s how the TVA found us in the first place.” Boastful Loki could only let out a groan. That kid was getting on his last nerve. But to be fair, he was a Loki. He wouldn’t put it past him to say something like that.
TVA Loki looked back. “What’s her nexus event?” He sighs. “What crime did she commit?”
Boastful Loki and Old Loki shared a look. Old Loki sighs. “It’s very intriguing, to say the least.” He sat up a little. “We can’t say for certain that she was guilty of anything. Maybe, she was just unfortunate.” TVA Loki pressed his lips together. “I can’t imagine what she could have possible done to be sent to this place. She’s just a kid.”
“That may be true, but we all know the TVA doesn’t give a damn. Kid or not, they saw her as a criminal.” Boastful Loki pointed out. “They took her from her timeline, sentenced her, and casted her out to this place.” He shakes his head, feeling digust. TVA Loki exhaled. From what Sylvie had told him, and seeing Y/N and Kid Loki here, that statement seemed to be true. The TVA had no care for children whatsoever. A Varient was a Varient in their eyes. They had a job to complete, no matter the cost. “How long has she been here with all of you?” TVA Loki asked. Kid Loki looked over at them, still sipping the juice. His head peered up. “Too long.” He groaned. Y/Ns head turned, looking over at Kid Loki. Typical. She shakes her head, before turning her attention back to the dagger in her hand.
“For quite a while, actually.” Old Loki responds. “She’s been here for a long time. Almost as long as us.” TVA Loki nods, but titled his head. He sat up in his seat a little.
“How did you meet her?” He asked.
“Pretty simple, actually.” Boastful Loki replied. “We were out looking for supplies, when we spotted her laying unconscious. We made a decision together. We brought her back here, so she’d be safe. When she woke she was frantic. Scared and confused. Upset even.” TVA Loki nods as Boastful Loki explained to him. “Once she calmed down, we began to ask her questions. She then explained what happened to her, with the TVA.” He then let’s out a faint laugh. “Turns out she has quite the past. But not just any past, a past with us.”
TVA Loki blinked. “I beg your pardon?” He shakes his head. “What do you mean?”
Old Loki shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure we’re really entitled to be the one to tell you. It’s…personal.” He told him. TVA Loki’s brows furrowed upwards. Personal? That only made him have more questions. “Personal? But what does that mean, exactly?” He stared at them.
“If you want to know so badly, then ask her.” Kid Loki remarked. “I’m sure she’d be happy to tell you all out it, isn’t that right, Y/N?” He looked at her, and snickered. Y/N looked up. “What?” She had placed her dagger down on the floor beside her. “What did you just say?” Kid Loki smirked, hopping out of his seat. He walked over to the corner of the room where Y/N was, stopping a few feet away from her. “You might as well tell him about your past since he’s here.” Y/N clenched her jaw. That was none of his business. Sometimes she regretted ever telling them about her past life, her life before the TVA had come after her. She stood to her feet. “Shut up, no I don’t. Besides that’s none of your business.” She sneered.
“You’re just too scared, Y/N. You’re too much of a coward to say anything.” Kid Loki told her. “You’re just a scared little girl.” Boastful Loki laughs. “Oh here we go.”
“I’m not scared.” Y/N defended. “You don’t know anything about me.” TVA Loki was taken back by the young girls sudden outburst of anger. “So why don’t you just shut it, and go back sitting around and doing nothing.” Old Loki groans. “You two, come on now. Now isn’t the time for one of your arguments. We’re all just very tired, and we need rest.” He reminded. Y/N looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. Kid Loki laughs. “Look at her, looking away. She knows I’m right.” Kid Loki turned to the other Loki’s. “She’s scared of telling the truth, because she’s scared she’ll get attached. To him.” Kid Loki pointed at TVA Loki. This could only make TVA Loki titled his head. “Why would she get attached to me? I’ve never met her in my life, she doesn’t know me.” TVA Loki countered. Boastful Loki and Old Loki shared that same expression. They knew where this conversation was going. Boastful Loki sighs again. “Actually… That’s where you’re wrong.”
“She does know you.” Kid Loki nods. “But just not this version of you.”
“What are you talking about?” TVA Loki blinks.
Y/N could her feel stomach in knots. She didn’t want this conversation to happen, not now. Why couldn’t they just let it go? “Please… Don’t.”
“I said that she has a personal connection with us.” Old Loki began. Y/N closed her eyes. She didn’t want this to happen, but what point would there be in trying to stop it? The truth being told. Regardless, the truth would come out. “Yes. Which is exactly what I don’t understand!” TVA Loki protested. “You say she has a personal connection, but what do you mean? Have we done something to wrong her? Killed someone she loved? I don’t understand.” He exclaimed. Y/N remained where she was, not wanting to move an inch. She kept her distance from them.
“Quite the opposite actually.” Old Loki remarked. “She is from another timeline. In this timeline, she is from Asgard.” TVA Loki stared. So she was another Asgardian much like them? Okay, but that still left him clueless. “So she’s Asgardian?” He shakes his head. “Great.” Though there was sarcasm in his tone. “That still doesn’t answer my question. How is she connected to us?”
“She’s-“ Kid Loki began. Y/N opened her eyes, and swallowed. It was better if she just came out and said it. It had to be HER would spoke the words, not one of them. “Daughter.” Was all she could manage to say.
TVA Loki paused. “What?” Boastful Loki, Kid Loki, and Old Loki all went dead silent. They hadn’t expected for her to say it. None of them had. Y/N felt the tears in the back of her eyes. From the second she saw TVA Loki, she wanted to tell him. Where she was from, who she was to him. But in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn’t tell him. What would be the point? He had just been another Varient of Loki. The only difference between him and the other Loki’s, was he looked like HER Loki. See.. Y/N was in fact Loki’s daughter, but not by blood. Y/N had been adopted by Loki as a small child, and raised in the palace with the help of Loki’s mother Frigga, and his brother Thor. Asgard had been her home. Loki had been her family. “My daughter?” TVA Loki quizzed.
“Yes.” Y/N replied, barely audible.
TVA Loki went silent. He needed a moment to comprehend this. This was…insane. A part of him wanted to believe that this had all been some sort of illusion. An illusion meant to distract him, catch him off guard. But, had it? By the way the girl reacted, could it be a trick?
“My…daughter.” TVA Loki repeated. He felt a lump in his throat. “D-daughter?” Y/N nodded slowly. “Daughter. As in…my daughter from another timeline?” Y/N nodded again. TVA Loki stared at her in shock, his mouth opening slightly to speak, but nothing came out. “Th…This is…this is insane!” He then burst into laughter. “Honestly. I’ve seen a lot of tricks and illusions in my lifetime. But this is…this is the craziest!”
“It isn’t a trick, or an illusion.” Old Loki replied. ”The girl speaks only the truth.”
“Maybe that’s what she wants?” TVA Loki pointed out. “She wants you to believe this trick, this game that she’s been playing with you. Right? If you’re really all Loki’s, you’d clearly see that.”
Y/Ns expression dropped. He didn’t believe her? She looked down. She should have expected this, right? After all, he was a Loki. “I’m not lying…”
“We believe her.” Kid Loki replied. “Besides we’re all trapped in this prison. What would be the point of her lying to us?” Boastful Loki and Old Loki nod their heads in agreement. They knew Y/N had only told them the truth since arriving here. She was always truthful. No matter what. TVA Loki shook his head. “I….You can’t be serious. There’s a chance this is all a lie. Or a dream! Or something! She’s playing a game with you in order to survive.” TVA Loki looked at Y/N. “Right? You deceive them, because it’s your only way of survival. Because unless you lie, you know you’ll die here, isn’t that it?” He quizzed her.
Y/N looked back up. “I…I’m being honest.”
TVA Loki narrowed his eyes at her. “Is that so?” Y/N nods her head. She would do anything to prove it to him. She had nothing to hide. “I…I get that you don’t want to believe me.” She understood that learning such a thing wouldn’t be easy to process. And he didn’t want to let his guard down, he didn’t want to be deceived. Y/N sighed. “I wouldn’t either. I won’t lie. But you must trust me when I say that I am telling the truth. Please…please let me show you.” Y/N begged. “Please.” She begged. TVA Loki stared at her. He wanted to deny her, push her away, laugh it off and walk away. Not believe her, not trust her. It was because he couldn’t ever imagine any version of him being a parent. It didn’t suit him. He could hardly look after himself, and his own needs. Being responsible for someone else’s wasn’t in his nature. But yet, somehow, he found himself wanting to believe Y/N. Something inside him, was pulling him towards her. To believe what she says. His heart tells him to. But his mind and logic, tells him not to.
“Give her a chance.” Boastful Loki nods. “We all did.”
TVA Loki takes a deep breath. He didn’t like to open himself up, let alone to a girl who was a complete and total stranger. But he had the feeling the other Loki’s wouldn’t let him go about this. Not until he gave her a chance. Not until he could see for himself if what the girl had claimed was the truth. That she was his daughter in an alternate timeline. “All right.” He agreed. “If you truly are my daughter. Then prove it.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” Y/N whispered softly. The minute those words left Y/N’s lips, she knew that she could never take them back.
All she could hope for now was that she could prove it to him….
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Possible TRIGGER WARNINGS: Stalking, Kidnapping, Threats of Murder, Murder, Implied Non-Con.
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Reader Has A Child By Their Ex-Skellie (Part 2)
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Black-- He will use the child as blackmail to keep you under his thumb. Black can't claim ignorance to the child since there are only two skeletons in the Underground and he refuses to put the spotlight on his brother. So, you want a place to stay and financial stability? Oh, you already have that? Wow, what a coincidence that your apartment building burned down and you were mysteriously let go from your job. Now, back to your previous conversation... You will become his mate and his cute, silent and obedient little house-spouse. Otherwise Black will take your child, and make you "disappear." Don't worry, love, he will still raise your child into his perfect heir in either case. Now, what is your answer? Be quick, now. Black is a very busy skeleton with very little patience. Tic. Toc.
Mutt-- He will definitely use the child as a tool to force himself back into your life. Chances are, he didn't want to break up in the first place. Mutt understands he can be a little (extremely) clingy. He also can't argue that he's very insecure and quick to accuse you of things you never did in order to deflect from his own faults. But he is also the father of your child, so you have to take him back, hahaha! Mutt wants it, the baby wants it and you can learn to love him again if he's around you 24/7. It's a win-win in Mutt's book. Your feelings mean nothing to this simping, borderline yandere. Even if you never told him about the child, Mutt would have shown up on your doorstep anyways. He stalked you obsessively after the break up. Mutt may be mentally ill, but he's not stupid. He can put two and two together and figure out that he was the father of your young child. Mutt knows for a fact you haven't been with anyone else since your breakup. He had personally slaughtered every suitor that's caught your eye! Mutt has always had your best interests at heart, you see~?
Wine-- He will be a bit irritated that he wasn't told of the child sooner. Wine will most definitely take the child and dispose of Reader, no questions asked. He can't have the weakness of a spiteful ex tainting his child's mind. Especially so early in their young life. Wine will then become the dream parent of any child, eventually making the child forget that they once had two parents. What more do they need besides a doting father and uncle that spoil them daily? Should you ever come up in conversation, Wine will tell the saddening story of how you died of a sickness very early in your child's life, leaving the baby in the care of their "grieving" father. And why would the child question him? Besides that one itty-bitty lie, Wine was the perfect parent. He would never be suspected of doing something so heinous... Unfortunately for you, dear Reader.
Coffee-- Uh, yeah, he's not too keen at the prospect of fatherhood being dumped on him out of nowhere. Expect another situation similar to Cash, where Coffee ultimately ghosts the two of you. But he will stalk your social medias, and if he sees you trying to talk shit about him, he'll make a point to visit you in the dead of night. You're better off just staying to yourself. It's not like your relationship ended on a good note in the first place. You and your child are better off without Coffee. Just be sure to watch what you say online. Coffee is a very popular online gamer/streamer and his fans are fucking v i c i o u s.
Hit-- Depending on what note the relationship ended, Hit will either ask for the Reader back or simply kill them and take the child into his custody. Either way, the child will have nothing to want or need for ever again. Being the child of a notorious mob boss offers a sense of safety that no other child could dream of. The child will eventually be trained into the perfect heir for Hit's familial business. But outside of work (and the kid's training), Hit will be a very gentle and loving father with a penchant for spoiling his child more than he should. These times will be practically the only instances where Hit's guard is 100% down and he lets himself show emotion. His child is his pride and joy, and they deserve to see the softer side of parenting that Hit never received from his own father.
Don-- Will immediately demand that Reader marries him. There will be no refusing. Even if he must capture you and train you into being his perfect submissive mate. The child will be raised into his familial business and you, dear Reader have no choice in the matter. Any attempts to escape or rat he and his brothers out to the cops will be met with swift and brutal punishment. But no death for you, little mate. Don expects many more children out of you, whether you want them or not. Get used to your place as the mate of the Don, because you will stay with him and birth his children until you die. Don't worry though, he will take care of you. So long as you behave and O B E Y.
Wings-- Immediately kidnaps you. The last thing you remember is nervously twiddling your thumbs as you let Wings hold the two of you's child. The next thing you know, you blacked out. You wake up in a well decorated room with a crib next to your bed. When you try to sit up, you notice your ankle is chained to the bed, and you have a strange (and painful) bite mark along your neck. You look around and notice Wings. He was sitting in the corner on a rocking chair holding the two of your's child, who was fast asleep. He tells you that the two of you will stay here, with him. When you try to protest, Wings threatens your life if you wake the child. You were smart enough to shut up. If this man was effecient enough to kidnap you and your child, you could only imagine the dangers he could pose to you and your child's well being. You will go along with it, being that you have no choice... but that doesn't mean your spirit is broken.
Mars-- He will find himself unable to look away from the child. The child reminded him of himself as a young kid. In fact, they looked almost exactly like Mars when he was a child and... normal. He agrees to be in the child's life, and he dedicates himself to being there for the child as much as he can. He even sets alarms on his phone and writes detailed notes on his calendar to remember special events. The two of you getting back together is optional, but Mars wouldn't mind because then he'd be with his child 24/7! Mars' child inspires him to go back to therapy and try to get better mentally and psychologically. He wants to be better. He wants to DO better. Mars doesn't know what he'd do if he ever accidentally scared or hurt his precious babybones. He will take every measure to protect his child, even if it means listening to a therapist analyze him. He just wants his babybones happy. Mars hasn't felt such love and devotion since he took custody of his beloved brother all those years ago... You have nothing to worry about. Mars will be the very definition of a gentle giant when around your child. You feel in your SOUL that your child is safe with Mars, and that makes you (and Mars) very happy.
Jupiter-- He is absolutely horrified about being a father. Would he accidentally hurt the little babybones? Would he scare it with his... facial issues?? Would the baby even like him??? All of these negative thoughts were immediately washed away when the child cooes up at Jupiter and touches his face with their tiny hands. Tears will immediately well up in Jupiters eyes and he will instantly fall in love. This will end up being a Papyrus situation, Jupiter will be around so often for the child that he will literally make it appear as if he's the primary custodial parent and not you. You might as well just move back in with Jupiter and Mars, because he usually has the two of you's child most of the time. You miss your child dearly, and Mars and Jupiter extend the invitation happily. Jupiter will be ecstatic when you finally agree, the two of you quickly reconnecting and getting back together. He's so happy! The four of you will be the perfect little happy family! Oh, it's all Jupiter ever wanted~
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Part 2 of 3 is finished! I will post the final part later today, then I will open my asks.
I will start drawing some of the scenes out once I have my tablet pen delivered, so look out for art posts as well! ❤
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Ignorance Is Blitzed (Part 7)
Ron Speirs x Reader
Summary: When you come into contact with some substance that makes you sick while on a routine building search, Ron realizes he may not be as emotionally detached as he’d thought initially thought.
Warnings: SMUT! YA GIRL FINALLY WROTE THE SMUT!, light angst, fluff, SMUT, Ron is a dom but he’s so into you he turns into a soft!dom, Reader is a mess, Ron is a tease, SMUT!
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Lewis Nixon was a dead man.
Even if Ron’s sudden (if not minute) PDA hadn’t clued you in to the fact that someone had told him about Nuremberg, the look of fear in Lewis’s eyes when you’d caught his gaze basically confirmed it.
You’d mumbled something about getting some air to Ron as you watched Lewis hightail it out of there, hot on his heels as he tried to escape the wrath that you were sure showed plainly on your face.
He doesn’t get far.
When you catch his elbow in what seemed to be the hotel staff’s dining room, he whines like a wounded animal and holds his hands up pleadingly.
“I swear to God I, thought you’d told him already—”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Nix scoffed at that, despite the fear clearly paling his face.
“Okay, one- people were going to find out eventually. Two? How in the hell was i supposed to know that you hadn’t told your boyfriend—”
“Not my boyfriend—”
“—yes he is your boyfriend- about it? And three: and he doesn’t even seem to be mad about it!”
You scoff at that, hands going to your hips as you stare at him in disbelief.
“It wasn’t something for you to tell- if the news that I was being asked to go in hadn’t come from you in the first place, I’d never have told you either! No one was supposed to know—!”
“What were you going to do, just dump him and disappear?!”
Your rebuttal sticks in your throat, guilt flooding through your veins at the bluntness of his question.
It must show on your face, because Lewis furrows his brows and looks at you in disbelief.
“No… Y/N, you aren’t seriously trying to tell me that you—?”
“I was giving him a clean break. I am giving him a clean break.”
You’d made the decision after you’d heard about Ron’s decision to stay with Easy and go to Japan, when you’d realized that neither of you were going to be going home anytime soon.
In Ron’s case, he may not come home at all- and if you knew him as well as you thought you did, you knew what that would mean for the two of you.
Hollow promises to keep in touch, followed by equally well-intentioned agreements to find the other when it all was over, both of you ultimately knowing in your heart of hearts that those commitments would inevitably fizzle out and die the moment the going got tough.
You didn’t want that, didn’t want to trap Ron in something that was destined to fail from the get-go.
As much as he liked you, cared for you, you also knew who he was. What he would always be.
A ruthless, brilliant soldier, ready to lay it all on the line at the first opportunity. And you loved him too much to ever ask him to be anything else.
He deserved to find happiness- even if it wasn’t with you.
Nix looked at you pityingly, a forlorn look on his face as he digested what you’d said.
“Look, I don’t know the guy well,” he mumbled, clearing his throat and taking a step towards you to rest a hand on your tense shoulder. “But anyone with eyes can see that you mean a lot to him.”
You nod and offer him a tight smile, eyes drifting downward to avoid letting any potential tears come to the surface. “I know I do- I don’t doubt that. It’s not about how things are right now, though. We don’t get to live in the right now for much longer.”
The hand on your shoulder squeezes at the muscle there, a small sound of admonishment escaping under Lew’s breath as you feel him watch you. He doesn’t like what you’re saying- you can tell that he wants to argue that you’re being ridiculous.
But even he knows that it wouldn’t be of any use. It wouldn’t change your mind.
“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here, Y/N. I’d bet if the others knew, they wouldn’t like it much either.”
You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as you look back up at him and nod. “Guess I’m breaking up with all of you, aren’t I?”
Nixon’s eyes are shining, and you wonder if he’d be this upset if he were 100% sober. When you step into him to embrace him, he beats you to the punch and wraps his arms around you quickly, taking a deep breath that seems to make his chest expand to twice his size.
“I suppose you’re right. Not that being dumped ever stopped me before,” he gives you a sad smile when he eventually releases you, giving your shoulder a final pat before taking his hands away.
“Don’t be surprised when I show up at your window, drunk as a skunk and proclaiming my undying love for you at 3 am sometime in the near future.”
As you open your mouth to reply, you see Nix’s focus flick to something past your shoulder.
Even if you hadn’t seen the fear on the man’s face, you still would’ve known that it was Ron.
Because of course it would be him.
Gritting your teeth, you sigh and close your eyes. Dread tasted sour on your tongue as you turned your head to peer over your shoulder, flinching at the look of silent fury marring his handsome face. Sniffing, you force yourself to speak despite the tightness clenching at your throat.
“You should go, Lew,” you say quietly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Lewis says nothing as you turn around to face Ron, the sound of his retreating footsteps barely registering in your ears as anxiety sends blood thrumming loudly in your ears. Ron’s sharp eyes make you feel impossibly small, and you think you can now understand what everyone else had been talking about for the past few years. Ron was scary. You did feel scared.
“You and I need to get some things straightened out.”
His words are clipped, and if he sees you flinch at the tone in his voice he doesn’t show it. You inhale shakily, realizing you had been holding your breath for too long and wetting your lips as you searched for the right words to say.
Just as you open your mouth to speak, Ron turns on his heel and begins to stride off, and once you are able to unstick the soles of your shoes from the floor you trail after him cautiously. When you reach the doorway, you see that he’s stopped a few paces from the door frame, waiting. In a move that surprises you, he uncurls his hand from the fist it had been in and holds it out to you, eyes heavy and dark and trained on you.
Quickly, you flicker your eyes between his face and his hand, only stepping forward and taking it after you’ve mustered up enough confidence that it wasn’t going to be something you regretted doing. You’d never had someone mad at you like this before, at least not for as intimate a reason as he was now. Of course, you’d never allowed yourself to care for someone like this before either- maybe this mortifying combination of guilt and heartbreak was normal.
The moment your hand finds his, he turns away from you and starts walking again, and as you follow you realize that he’s leading you towards the room you both share. There's no softness in the way his hand holds yours, the grip firm and unyielding. It almost makes you feel like a child being pulled off for a private scolding from a parent.
You hate it.
The journey to your room is both too long and not nearly long enough, and it’s only when he opens the door and releases your hand that you fear that you may never get the chance to feel his touch ever again. That reality was already one you’d been dreading, with him leaving so soon to go where you could not follow. The thought of that time coming sooner because of something like this was devastating.
You stand in front of the door once it closes, ready to have him ask you to leave at a moment’s notice. Unblinking, you watch him shirk off his jacket and toss it on a nearby chair, shrugging the suspenders down from his shoulders with a spark of agitation. His hair has begun to fall into disarray, and the idea of him hating you while looking so unfairly handsome makes your heart tighten painfully in your chest.
Unwilling to wait out the inevitable for a moment longer, you clear your throat at steel yourself.
“Ron-”
“You don’t get to hide that kind of shit from me.”
He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, his voice quiet and uncomfortably devoid of emotion. As he walks over to the table that held a decanter of whiskey and fine crystal glasses to pour a drink, you tuck some of your hair behind your ear and try again
“I was just trying to give—”
“—give me a 'clean break', yeah. I heard.”
Bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip, you watch as he clenches his jaw and swallows.
“Did you ever think about asking me what I wanted?“
That does throw you, and as he sets the glass down and turns to look at you you make no move to hide the look of confusion on your face. Glancing down at your shoes, you shake your head softly and try and find your voice once more
“I- but you don’t want this. You don���t want to be tied down—”
“And what makes you so confident that you know what I want, huh?”
There's clear anger in his voice now, and you look up just in time to watch him walk over to you. You straighten as he comes to a stop right before you, hands braced on his hips as he all but glowers down at you.
“You don’t get to make those sort of decisions for me- got it?”
He emphasizes the bite on the ‘t’ in ‘it’, the puff of air from his breath hitting your face.
When you make to turn away from him, one of his hands flashes up to grip your jaw- his touch gentle but authoritative enough that you know it’d be a bad idea to go against it. Something about the movement irks you, makes your heart beat faster from something much darker than fear or dread. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tilt your head back infinitesimally. Defiantly.
Ron notices, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Last time I checked, you aren’t a mind reader- and even if you were, you’d be a shit one because if you think what I want is anything other than you, you really don’t know me at all.”
“Stop it, Ron,” you mutter quietly, watching as his eyes flicker down to your mouth before dragging back up to meet your eyes again. “You’re being mean.”
He exhales sharply at that, a ghost of a rueful smile quirking his mouth before shaking his head.
“Am I?”
When you roll your eyes, he steps into you even more, using his hold on your jaw to tilt your head back further so you are still able to hold his glare.
“Like it or not, Y/N, you’re it for me- you got that? If you don’t want to believe me, that’s fine- but know that I’d tear this whole entire goddamned continent apart if you wanted me to—”
“Why!?” you snap, his declaration bringing forth the sadness you’d managed to temporarily quell.
At the sight of tears refilling your eyes, Ron’s brows furrow and some of the darkness leaves his face. Shaking your head imploringly, you bring a hand up to circle his wrist.
“You could do anything, be anywhere with anyone you wanted! We….we’re just children, Ronald- and I love you but I’d never delude myself into pretending that I know the first thing about how to do this- any of this!”
You bring your other hand up to rest lightly on his chest, lowering your gaze to look at the slight tremble of your fingers as you do so.
“You were born for greatness, born to lead and fight and conquer….but all I was born to do was just exist for other people- like my parents or my family or whoever else needed something from me. Then, eventually, become somebody’s wife and give him a family. But….. I threw away any chance of that future in order to be here, and now that this is ending I have no idea what I’m supposed to do!”
Swallowing in a vain attempt to keep your voice from breaking, you look back up at him, offering him a small, shaky smile.
“I won’t drag you down that mess with me, you deserve more than that- than me. I won’t ruin you, too—”
“Y/N,” Ron murmurs admonishingly.
“What?!”
With an ease that you two had only just begun to establish, he seals his mouth to yours, effectively shutting you up and forcing you to take the first deep breath you’d taken in a long time. There’s an edge of desperation to it- just as there had been in your first kiss back all those months ago in Foy.
Only this time his lips taste like whiskey and something a tinge more wicked.
A promise of more.
Breaking the kiss but keeping his face close you yours, Ron brings his other hand up to cup your face. Brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, he eyes you softly.
“Don’t tell me what I deserve.”
Kiss.
“Stop telling me what to do.”
Kiss
“Let me conquer.”
This kiss is filthy, his lips plush and confident and unafraid in their mission to leave you completely mindless. Ron has stepped so close to you that your head has tilted all the way back into his hands, his fingers purposefully twisting in your roots so he has more control over the kiss.
Despite the fact that he’s never handled you this way before- you have no desire to ask him to slow down or be gentler.
You like it. You want more.
When you whimper into his mouth, you can feel him grin briefly before sliding one hand down your back to fist at the material of your shirt and bunching it free from where it had been tucked into the back of your pants.
Up until now, Ron had been nothing but gentle when it came to you- and while you knew him to be dominant and ruthless in battle you’d considered what his temperament would be like as a lover. Clearly, the confidence translated.
You slide the hand that had been on his chest up and around his shoulders, your elbow hooking around his neck and pulling him closer. As you nip at his bottom lip, Ron hums low in his chest. The hand he’d had on the small of your back has moved down to grip at your ass, and with a quick peck he pulls back slightly.
“Hold on,” he grumbles, and just as you open your mouth to ask for clarification Ron wraps his arms around your hips and lifts you so you’re having to lean into him, your feet stumbling across the floor as he turns you both and quickly walks the both of you to the bed.
He’s barely set you down before his hands find the hem of your blouse again, rucking it up your sides before your brain catches up with him and you tear it over your head. Your skin feels hot, and it feels even hotter at the feeling of Ron’s lips mouthing at the tops of your breasts as you fumble with the clasp of your bra.
“Shit,” you hear yourself curse, hating your fingers for being so uncoordinated. Undeterred by the fabric of the bra you’d pinched from one of the homes the lot of you had been asked to secure a week ago, Ron bites softly at your nipples until they stiffen. When you finally unhook the fastenings, he pulls the cups of the bra down easily and continues his attentions.
You curse again, head swimming at the realization that his own fingers have found the zipper of your pants and begun to pull it down. Carding your hands through his hair, you desperately try and calm your breathing while distantly realizing that he’s still fully clothed.
“Ron,” you gasp, looking down your chest and meeting his bright eyes as he sucks marks down the valley between your breasts. “I wanna see you—”
His hum is dark as he mockingly tilts his head at you, successfully pulling the fabric of your trousers down your hips until gravity takes over and it all pools at your feet.
“You are seeing me,” he insists quietly, trailing his blunt fingernails down your hips until they catch your underwear and shucking them down your legs as well. When you frown he bites some of the skin just under your left breast, chuckling wickedly at the squeak of surprise you’re unable to hide.
“Take your shirt off!” you nearly whine, your head falling back as he laves at the bite with his tongue. “You’re not being- shit….you’re being unfair—!”
“Then do something about it.”
You do whine at that, too frustrated to worry about being gentle as you take your hands from his hair to claw at his shirt- bunching and pulling at the fabric covering his back until you manage to get enough in your fists to pull it gracelessly over his head. Pure want has boiled your blood like a fever, with the only two thoughts in your mind being more more more and faster faster faster.
Before you can work his shirt any further down his arms, he shoves you back unceremoniously onto the bed, quick to pull your hips to the edge of the bed before bothering to continue undressing himself.
With a nearly comical desperation, you toe off your shoes, licking your dry lips as you watch the muscles of his torso bunch and lengthen as he strips the remainder of his clothing off- his eyes on you the entire time and his gaze doing nothing to calm the heaving of your chest.
“Christ, look at you,” he says quietly, a clear note of pride in his voice. “Too pretty for your own good, aren’t you?”
You blush at that, swallowing audibly at the praise and squeezing your eyes shut.
It all just was so much….
When you open your eyes again, you moan at the sight of him kneeling before you and pulling at your legs until they were over his shoulders. As you start to sit up you are pushed back down again by his hand on your chest, the feeling of his breath on your sex robbing you of any speech capabilities you had previously possessed.
“Just like that,” he commands gently. “Stay just like that.”
Maybe it was because it had been a while since you’d had any sort of sexual intimacy with another person, or perhaps it had more to do with the fact that your previous sexual partners hadn’t been particularly invested in the act, but one thing was for certain:
Ron Speirs was unfathomably good at cunnilingus.
You could only gape stupidly at the ceiling with your mouth open in a silent scream of overwhelm as he took your clit between his lips and absolutely ruined you- his tongue and teeth and fingers tearing you away from reality with a nearly cruel proficiency. It was almost humiliating how effectively he dismantled your already tenuous sense of composure, and if you had any sense of pride left you probably would’ve hated him for it.
He was making a mess of you, and he was doing it too easily.
Feeling a sheen of sweat glisten your skin, you can only hold onto him as your body trembles- and it’s all you can do to keep your hips on the bed as your back arches and your body rocks.
“Ron, please….I’m gonna cum—” you hear yourself choke out in warning, squeezing your eyes shut as something burning hot and sugar-sweet builds deliciously in your lower belly
“Oh yeah?” you feel him ask, one of his arms hooking around your hips to help still you. “Want to bet?”
Your eyes flash open
“What—?!”
You nearly howl in fury when he takes his mouth away, instantly sitting up to watch in betrayed dismay as he curls two fingers inside of you and adds a new kind of stimulation- one that keeps you on that cruel precipice without offering you any sort of relief.
He smirks up at you, and any affection you’d previously held for him is jeopardized by his clear mirth at the situation.
“Sorry, Sweetheart,” Ron says lowly, nothing in his voice conveying any sort of remorse. “But you don’t get to call the shots right now.”
You open and close your mouth desperately, unable to decide which sort of response would get you what you wanted. A frustrated shriek slips out in the interim, and when his smile broadens you remove your hands from his hair and smack at his head.
“Jesus Christ, Ron! What’s the matter with you—?!”
“Do you have any idea how good you taste, Y/N?” He continues as if you hadn’t spoken at all, ducking down to place a greedy kiss to your sex before pulling back again. “To think you were going to have me leave without letting me get my mouth on the source….absolutely heartless—”
“I get it, okay? Fuck Ron! What more do you want me to do?”
You wince at the addition to a third finger inside of you, the stretch adding the tiniest bit of ache to your horribly prolonged almost-orgasm. The forearm across your hips holds you down when you try to squirm in any direction in hopes of getting some more stimulation.
“Apologize.”
You widen your eyes at him, a scowl on your face as you look down your panting chest at him. “What?”
Like the cruel bastard he is, Ron shrugs as if the solution to all of this has been obvious the whole time.
“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll make it all better.”
Shaking your head, you hear yourself scoff. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You yelp as he turns his head to bite your thigh, fisting a handful of his hair to pull him away.
Smoothing the flat of his tongue over the bite, he closes his eyes wistfully and sighs.
“Close, but that’s not what I want to hear,” Ron says before tilting his head and looking back up at you, the tendons in his forearm pronounced as his fingers tirelessly continue their strokes inside of you.
“Say it. Say ‘Ron, I’m sorry.”
Biting the insides of your cheeks, you fix him with a glare and sigh with frustration.
“Fine! I’m sorry, okay? I’m really fucking sorry, Ron!”
He purses his lips, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. You whimper as he slides his fingers out from inside you, but before you can think yourself victorious Ron uses those fingers to start rolling your clit- still keeping you on the edge while giving you just a hint of what you needed.
“Goddamnit, RONALD—!”
“Tell me that you deserve me,” he demands, his words taking on a gravelly tone. As you search his eyes, you see a heartbreaking shine of sincerity staring back at you. “Say it and then I’ll let you cum.”
Your throat is becoming tight, an unexpected wave of emotion hitting you and bringing tears to your eyes. The hand not currently torturing your clit squeezes your hip, and with a shake of your head you close your eyes.
“I-I deserve you,” you acquiesce, feeling your lower lip threatening to quiver. “I’m sorry.”
“Gutes Mädchen (good girl).”
Your head falls back with a moan as he latches his mouth to you again, body bowing as he ruthlessly finishes what he’d started and destroys you- sending you spiraling into bright euphoria and letting you float in the heat of it. You’re suddenly thankful for the arm across your hips, for it’s the only thing anchoring you to the real world as you shake for him.
“So perfect,” you can hear him saying, his voice now at your ear as you become aware of the press of his cock between your lower lips. “You’re the most perfect thing I've ever seen.”
Whining pathetically, you tilt your head back and clutch at his back.
“Please,” you beg, eyelids heavy and gaze unfocused. “Please—”
He doesn’t draw it out this time, quickly hooking his arm under your left leg and opening your hips so he can press himself inside of you. Still wrung out for your orgasm, you can only cry out softly at the feeling of him bottoming out, a broken sound of his own vibrating through his chest into yours.
You’ve never considered Ron to be a particularly talkative person, so when he begins to babble it catches you off guard while simultaneously endearing him to you further.
“I can’t believe how good you feel You surely were sent to ruin me God you’re such a good girl Better than I could’ve imagined Squeezing me so tightly I don’t want to be without you I want nothing else than this In what world would you think that I wouldn’t adore you I am yours entirely you ridiculous woman Shit I can feel you shaking Getting so tight Fuck do that again Are you going to cum again I want to hear you scream….”
Too lost in his words, you don’t know if you actually screamed as you came again- but you do know that at some point you’ve turned your head and sealed your lips to his. His hips stutter as he cums with a breath shout, his free hand dancing up and down your side with a carnal desperation that you could understand but not replicate- not now.
Because now you are well and truly wrung out.
The weight of Ron’s body atop yours is welcome, and the sweet way he kisses you is almost too much for your fragile mind to process.
“Y/N?”
Ron’s voice is soft, and as you blink your eyes open you cannot help but smile satedly up at him. He looks beautiful, and the soft way he’s looking at you makes you feel beautiful, too.
“Hm?”
He brings a hand to your face and smooths some of your hair behind your torn ear.
“You weren’t born for someone else,” he says the words carefully, as if he is struggling with ensuring that they are the right ones. “But…. I’m starting to think that maybe I was. Or that, maybe we were…..Do you get what I’m trying to say?”
Taking his face between your hands, you take a deep breath and let your eyes drift across his handsome face.
Lifting your head, you lightly press your lips to his and sigh.
“Yeah, Ron….I think I do.”
He deepens the kiss, pulling you with him as he rolls to the side and holds you against him.
“Mo Leannan,” he murmurs into your hair as you rest your cheek against his chest. “Mo Chridhe.”
You furrowed your brow, the words unfamiliar and in a language you could not identify. It was common knowledge that Ron spoke a passable level of German, but from the way his mouth wrapped around these words, you wondered if he was fluent in another language and had just never told you about it.
“What did you say?” you asked softly, exhaustion having crept into both of your bodies and rendered you mostly immobile.
Humming, Ron wraps the hand you’d rested on his chest in his and brings it up to his face so he can kiss your palm.
“Later,” he says sleepily before lowering your joined hands to rest on his sternum. “I’ll tell you later. Rest.”
And because you believe him, you do as he says and allow yourself to be swept away.
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HELLO AND HI! This took forever and a day to write but only bc I overthought everyhting and got distracted by other shiny things SO WHOOPS MY B! Anyhoo- I love ya’ll and remember to hydrate!
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The Purest Things- Repeating History
Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Brief mentions of murder and alcohol. Canon typical violence.
A/N: this takes place during season 3 episode 11, birthright. i had a lot of fun studying this episode and making it my own. i have changed certain dialogue and who says what for the sake of the story. please enjoy!
The Purest Things Masterlist
(my gif! please credit if you use.)
january 2008
Syd Moore said, “Disregard for the past will never do us any good. Without it we cannot know truly who we are.”
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Your alarm is often hushed before it even has an opportunity to set off nowadays because you usually wake up before it even has the chance.
4:25 A.M.
You groan and toss your pillow over your face. Maybe, just maybe, you can will yourself to sleep for a little longer. As if someone heard your pleas for slumber, your phone starts buzzing on your bedside table. Of course, it is unnecessary for you even to read the messages. There is a case.
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"Last night in Fredericksburg, a 20-year-old woman, Molly McCarthy, was abducted," J.J. begins, "She's the third to go missing in the last 6 weeks. All disappeared from public places. No one's seen them since until now. A couple days ago, body parts with cigarette burns were recovered from a national park that was once the site of the battle of Chancellorsville."
"Were they able to make an I.D.?" you and Hotch ask simultaneously. Your eyes meet, but he breaks the contact abruptly. Flustered and insecure, you bury your focus deep into the file in front of you. The group discusses the case for a couple of minutes, but you are so concentrated on the papers that you hardly absorb any information they've shared.
There is something familiar about this case to you. Suddenly, realization strikes.
Rejoining the discussions, you say, "I remember reading about a case like this in Spotsylvania county. Similar markings on the bone. It was the winter of 1980, also in Fredericksburg. There were 5 women aged 16 to 24. They were buried in pieces."
"Same markings. Same civil war battlefield," J.J. responds in agreement.
The team agrees that this could be the works of the same killer. There are aspects of the more recent killings that would be impossible to copycat since those details had never been released to the public. But, if this is the same unsub, what's he been doing for the past 27 years?
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Hotch focuses on the road while you watch out the window of the passenger seat. Occasionally, you sneak the odd peek at him. His stoicism is alluring, and you find yourself drawn to this demeanor like a moth to a flame. Piecing together the tiny glimpses you've collected thus far as if working on a mental puzzle, you scrutinize his attributes. His eyes bare the beginnings of crow's feet. Only his sideburns tease the speckling of salt and pepper undertones. His lips turn downwards at the corners, no doubt from years of scowling at unsubs.
Reid speaks up from behind you both and breaks your train of thought.
Probably for the better, there's no reason why you should examine your unit chief so intently.
"It's funny--he always dumps the bodies in this battlefield, no matter what the risk."
"It's a respected landmark. He's flaunting," Aaron reckons.
"It makes him feel important," you say in agreement.
Once you have arrived at the crime scene, you follow Agent Hotchner closely. Reid trails ahead, most likely trying to keep up with his own train of thought.
"How does someone not see or hear them?" You ask the sheriff.
He turns to you with a defeated expression, "It was dark. He had the advantage. Molly's boyfriend was the last person to see her. He said she was alone for a minute, maybe less."
Hotch surveys the surroundings, "He's patient and works fast."
"He's perfected his M.O.," Reid states while looking around.
You cross your arms as a wave of unease gets the best of you as you envision the moments leading to Molly's attack.
"If our unsub's pushing 60, he's gotta be strong enough to carry her a long way without her struggling," you bring out.
Hotch looks to you with a concerned squint. You shake your head, signaling to him that it's nothing you can't get under control. He nods in response. The sheriff agrees to point out the various entrances to the park.
"I'll catch up with you," your Unit Chief states. He motions for you to step aside with him, and you comply.
"You know, ever since my wife and I had our son, I dread receiving cases involving children," he discloses to you.
Tears well up in your eyes, "I can't even imagine, but sir, why are you telling me this?"
"This job will inevitably strike close to home on some cases more than others. It's okay for you to feel overwhelmed by it all every once and a while," he assures you.
"You never lose it, though."
He sighs heavily, "Maybe I should have."
Shortly before you joined the BAU, Hotch's wife Haley left with their son Jack. You never ask questions or stick your nose where it doesn't belong. It isn't your place, and you can't blame him for not wanting to bring his family struggles to work. He deals with enough broken families on the job as it is. Mixing his own personal life into the field would only make it more challenging to prioritize. Despite all this, you cannot help but wonder what exactly led to his and his wife's separation. You hope that they can find their way back to each other. The crimes you investigate do not need to claim the Hotchner's as victims as well.
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"I'll let you talk to Chrissy Wilkenson," Hotch directs you towards the kitchen. You wipe your sweaty palms against the fabric of your pants and make your way into the kitchen, Hotch following closely behind you.
"Mrs. Wilkenson," you say gently, "My name is Y/F/N. I have just a few questions about your husband. Where does Charlie usually go when he's stressed?"
"The barn," she stutters. You can tell she's anxious and afraid for the well-being of her family.
"Anywhere else, Chrissy?"
Hotch is called into the other room, and you continue questioning Chrissy. She's becoming overwhelmed, so you guide her to the dining room.
"I know this is difficult, Chrissy."
"Did the father of my child really do that to those poor women?" She cradles her baby bump.
Your heart breaks for her, and you choose to remain silent. Sometimes saying nothing speaks louder than words.
Footsteps bound throughout the house, and Hotch appears in the doorway, "The sheriff will stay here with Mrs. Wilkenson. We need you with us."
Standing up from your chair, you place your hand atop Chrissy's, "History doesn't have to repeat itself." It is almost as if she could tell you were reading her thoughts. The endless whispers that cloud her mind making her feel like she's left with only one choice, but there's always another option. That is all you are trying to remind her of.
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As you and your team trek through the forest, you see a clearing.
"Hotch, this way," you beckon him to pursue your course.
Suddenly, a gunshot rings out, and you stop in your tracks. You make eye contact with Hotch and mirror each other's actions, dashing towards the opening in the trees. Your heart pounds in rhythm with your footsteps colliding against the ground. It is clear to you from your exchange with Chrissy at the house that the origin of the gunshot will shock everyone but yourself. As you reach the clearing and rush down the hill, your speculation is validated.
Chrissy Wilkenson is standing over the body of her husband, the unsub. A traumatized young man haunted by his father's past and plagued by the idea that children are trapped in the endless cycles created by their parents.
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Jesus. Now is not the time for that.
The newly widowed woman claims self-defense, yet the cops handcuff her anyways. Inside, you feel conflicted while watching her get into the back of the squad car.
Hotch appears by your side but remains silent. Again, sometimes silence speaks louder than words. You bit your lip, attempting to hide the fact that it is trembling.
"What did you say to her as you were leaving the dining room?"
"I told her that history does not have to repeat itself. I wanted her to know that even when it feels like you are backed into a corner, there is always another way out. Sometimes people don't know where to look for their out thought," you quiver.
He lightly touches your arm and gives you a reassuring tilt of the head, "Just know that you did everything you could. We will never do this job perfectly. Doing the right thing usually costs more than it pays. You did your part. I'm not a saint, and I am far from a hero, but I have integrity and honor, and I do this job to the best of my ability."
"If you can leave a case with a clear conscience," he continues, "you know you did the best you could. Any other thought process will eat away at you slowly but surely, and ultimately, it will result in the demise of your career and destruction of yourself."
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After a seemingly neverending day, you all arrive back at Quantico.
"I could really go for a drink, guys. What do you say? Newbie's buying," you wave your wallet around frivolously.
"I could go for 5 drinks!" Prentiss exclaims.
"Count me in," Morgan winks at you. He never fails to make you blush.
Reid hesitates and you pout your bottom lip, "Please Reid! How could you not want a repeat of Dolly Parton night last month?"
Hotch comes down the stairs, "Dolly Parton night? Do I want to know?"
You and Derek snicker to each other as Spencer attempts to diffuse his own embarassment.
"9 to 5 is an iconic female anthem that certainly has a rather bewitching affect on a man when mixed with alcohol."
"You only drank Diet Coke that night," you roll your eyes at him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Hotch forcing his way through the small group formed around the desks.
Making your way over to him, you invite him to join, "Want a beer?" You second guess yourself, but it seems as though his rather stern expression softens ever so slightly when he pivots on his heels to look at you.
"I would like that," he answers softly.
He immediately returns to his original path and hovers near the glass doors. You casually make your way over to him, joined by Dave and Emily. A man barges in through the glass doors announcing Aaron's name.
"Agent Hotchner?"
"Yes," the subject in question breaths out almost defeatedly.
The yellow package he holds in his hands is all too familiar and instantly churns your stomach into knots. You gnaw at your bottom lip, drawing a metallic taste that causes you to cringe.
"What is it?" Emily speaks up.
There's no question as to what it is. Oh Hotch. I’m so sorry.
Hotch's eyes trace the package from corner to corner in disbelief, "Haley's filing for divorce. I've been served."
When he eventually takes his eyes off of the lettering, his eyes meet yours. They lock onto you and it is in that moment that you feel as though you have been given the key to unlock his soul. His eyes are so unusual at this moment; they are more vulnerable than you have ever seen. The stoic man is gone, and instead, it is the eyes of one who is in tremendous pain. You had mistaken his bloodshot eyes for physical fatigue on the plane, but now you see that it is emotional exhaustion as well.
If only you knew how badly I want to hug you and tell you that you won't be swallowed up by this darkness. There's a long road ahead, but you have so many people here who love you and are here to support you through this. You aren't alone. Trust me, I know.
In some way, you pray that he can read into your soul and see the pain you feel for him. Once more, your shared silence proves to speak for itself.
At last, he breaks eye contact with you and finally releases the breath that you had been holding in. Dave grabs onto your arm, seeing the clear impact Hotch's news has on you, no doubt having also noticed Hotch's immediate response in looking at you.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can join you tonight," he excuses himself and escapes to the seclusion of his office.
Maybe history does have a way of repeating itself.
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A Boy Like Him
Jeno x Reader
Requested Prompt 13 Pretend Girlfriend for @deepangelchaos
Genre: Fluff, maybe a little angsty
WC: 2.8k
Warning: Swearing, Mental Health (y/n has a panic attack)
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There were many moments in a day you wondered 'what the fuck is my life?' Many times you'd look in the mirror and it would be hard for you to remember what your life use to be like. The past four months had been a fast blur of media, paparazzi and fake public cuddles. You weren't made for this shit but somehow you literally drew the short stick.
"You want us to what?" Aera asked looking at your manager shocked. You could tell your best friend was not pleased by what you'd just been told. Sena also grumbled from your left.
"It's only a year." He said looking at the three of you expectantly, "only one of you has to do it and its exposure. Come on." He wasn't selling it very well. You sighed.
"Why us?" Sena asked.
"I don't know they just asked us." He replied.
"Why now?" Aera asked. Your manager shrugged again.
"Look it'll be good for your YouTube careers, that's a lot of people who will want to know who you are and they'll watch you. A lot of new fans!" He said.
"A lot of fucking hate too." You said glaring at him.
"Good comes with the bad." He said. You sighed weighing his options.
"Just think about it."
So the three of you thought about it, in the end, he was right. You could steadily grow your YouTube channel, you already were, but this would make it a lot faster, and it couldn't really hurt could it?
"Are you ready?" Jeno asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nodded closing your laptop lid and standing up.
Sena fluttered out of the other room, her energy high not matched by anyone else in the room. Aera followed her hands tucked into her pocket. One glance towards Jeno and she had a scowl growing on her face.
You laughed awkwardly getting in between her and Jeno. You realized that you were the reason for the anger directed at the boy however that didn't make the situation any less awkward in your head.
"Let's film?" Sena said clapping her hands. Jeno nodded not saying anything and let you and your friends lead the way to your filming studio.
You watched as Jeno walked up to the two seats set up for you both and sat down next to you. Sena slipped behind the camera, and Aera took a seat next to a table with a laptop on it off-camera.
"Okay rolling in 3, 2…" Sena pointed at you.
"Hello, my dudes." You started clapping lightly getting the attention of every mic in the room and the viewers. You launched straight into a short intro. "Welcome back to our channel. Everyone has been asking for this video a lot so here we are today, as you can probably tell from the title of the video we're doing the boyfriend tag." You looked over at Jeno a smile on your face, he smiled back at you his eyes disappearing.
Your stomach turned, that fluttery feeling that you'd rarely ever felt. And your awkward smile fell to a much more relaxed one as you looked at him continuing to speak to the camera. It was sad though, and you knew it, your crush on him.
"This is fake you know what right?" He clarified the day you met. You nodded quickly irritated in your head, you'd read the damn contract.
"Good okay we're supposed to 'hang out' together for a couple of hours and make sure that we get spotted by the paparazzi." You nodded as he explained that he was going to walk around with you for a few minutes and then you'd be coming back to his dorm to sit around. Little did you know that after your very very short walk around the park that when you'd get back she would be here.
So there you were stuck in NCT dreams dorm while your fake boyfriend didn't even want to get to know you on a basic human level.
He told you to watch TV while he went into his room with his actual girlfriend. Lucky for you Chenle came into the living room only seconds later. The younger boy didn't say anything just sat down next to you and watched the anime you'd put on.
"He's not a bad person." He randomly said you just nodded not knowing what he was saying."I mean you know why the company made the contract right?" Chenle asked.
"How did you two meet?" Aera asked. Her voice flat. You glanced over at her keeping the smile on your face.
"Well," You started.
"At the park." Jeno cut you off, adjusting in his seat. "I was on a bike ride. These three were at the park taking photo's they asked me to take a photo. I thought they meant with me but they meant of them, it was awkward." He chuckled and you also laughed lightly. That had happened. The first time he met your friends you'd all gone to the park, Sena had asked for a picture.
"He's grumpy today." You sighed as the three of you sat on the bench overlooking the green field after taking the pictures.
"He seems to always be fucking grumpy," Aera said rolling her eyes.
"I mean cut him some slack his girlfriend did leave him," Sena said. Aera snickered.
"She was a bitch and everyone knew it. His friend knew it the company knew it. That's why this contract exists in the first place because if word had gotten out that he was dating her his reputation would have plummeted so they looked for someone that would make him look good." Aera sneered in the direction of Jeno, he was on the phone talking to Jaemin. "When she was done with him she left."
After that Aera never warmed up to him.
In all honesty, you regretted telling your friends. Aera was too quick to judgement, Sena was kinder sometimes too kind. You needed a good medium, someone who would complain but not hate, but they were what you had and together you got the balance, but there were moments where you didn't.
You stared at Jeno as Aera and Sena began to debate how he should react and how he should handle it, but you'd been there when she'd left him. You were on the couch with Chenle watching your fifth anime together in the three weeks that you'd been coming over.
Jeno had cried. She was bad for him, but he'd loved her.
The questions continued, and the two of you continued to tell half-truths, stories you'd both been told to create. You didn't flinch outwardly when Jeno pulled your chair closer to his pulling you into his side, and you tried your best to keep calm when his arm circled your waist. It's just for the camera you told yourself.
"Now for the fan questions," Aera said, turning the laptop towards you two. You turned your head squinting at the screen.
"Can you bring it closer?" Jeno asked for you. Aera moved the table in front of you and set up the laptop.
"Press play." You leaned forwards and did as you were told. A video played on the screen, a clip of an anime. A boy was walking holding two popsicles, he sat on a bench next to a girl and passed her both the treats.
"They're both mine?" She asked looking over at the boy shocked. He just nodded.
"You like both flavours right?" He asked as he grew embarrassed. She smiled up at him in the cute anime fashion.
The clip ended and cut to a paparazzi video of you on a bench, Jeno sitting next to you as you held two popsicles, his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked away from you. You looking at him in amazement much like the girl from the anime.
"The question that was asked was, 'did you intend to re-create an anime or are you guys just that damn adorable?" Your cheeks flushed as you stared at the laptop. Jeno next to you was also frozen.
"I guess we're just that damn adorable." He quietly replied. You looked up at him and giggled lightly. He was smiling at you again, you were afraid the butterflies in your stomach were going to kill you. You looked away from him quickly.
"I don't think we've even seen that anime." You added to his answer.
"Why can't I have a guy like that." You whined to Chenle as the two of you watched a cute anime couple stand in the middle of a crowded plaza, his hand in her hair as he ruffled it. He'd just told her that he knew her after she accused him of not knowing a single thing about her. He'd proved that he in fact did by handing the character her favourite flower, a rare type of lily.
"I thought you didn't like romance anime?" Chenle teased. You threw your pillow at him.
"Shut up." Chenle laughed loudly at your reaction making you laugh.
You jumped when Jeno walked into the living room scaring you.
"Want to go for a walk?" He asked. You nodded.
"Sure."
You'd ended up at the park as the sun set.
"Wait here." He'd said motioning for you to sit on the bench, confused you'd sat down as he ran off. He'd come back minutes later with the two popsicles. Handing you them both.
"Strawberry and Lime." He said, "I know you like both the flavours and I know you have a sweet tooth."
"Not going to lie, kinda creepy that someone took a video of you two like that," Sena said turning the camera off after you'd closed off the video.
"It was a paparazzi." You said getting up from the chair.
"Just gotta go to the bathroom." You added and quickly left the room. Sitting that close to him was always hard for you. That popsicle incident was a month after he'd gotten dumped, he'd hung out with you a little bit more before the day at the park and your interactions had only grown after that but they were all friendly not enough to call you guys good friends though.
You turned the faucet on letting the water cool your sweating hands. Your heart was racing and you couldn't calm the damn butterflies, your head replaying the way he pulled your chair to him, flashing you the memories of him giving you the cold treats.
"It's fake." Aera's voice said in your head.
"It's fake." You muttered to yourself.
After drying your hands you pulled the door open and jumped when you almost bumped into Jeno. He was leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom.
"Are you waiting for the bathroom?" You asked, he shook his head, his hand reaching out and grabbing your sleeve. He fiddled with the thumb hole of your hoodie, the butterflies you'd been trying to stomp out coming back.
"I was waiting for you, it's really awkward being in a room with Aera she keeps on giving me a death glare." You laughed, bringing his eyes up to yours.
"Y/N," He started his voice quiet.
"Y/N!" Sena yelled running out and barrelling towards you a huge smile on her face.
"WE JUST HIT A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS."
"WE DID?" You asked your hand flying to your friend forcing Jeno to let go of your sleeve.
"HELL YEAH WE DID," Aera said running into the hallway as well, as Sena pulled you in for a hug. Aera slamming into the both of you not even a second later.
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You typically never paid attention to the hate, but as your numbers grew so did the rude and obnoxious comments.
"You're not watching," Chenle whined as you scrolled on your phone.
"Sorry." You mumbled as you tossed the phone onto the couch, your eyes caught Jeno's as you turned back to the TV. He'd started watching with you a couple of weeks ago.
You didn't keep your gaze with his long, just turned to the screen. But you couldn't watch, your brain was reeling with the hate. It was like they forgot you were a human being. Some people would act like you having other friends was a crime. There was a portion of the internet rioting over a photo of you and Jaemin.
Renjun had wanted the boys to go get lunch together at a restaurant, complaining about being stuck inside all the time. No one had the heart to say no, not even you.
The picture was taken as you all exited the place, Jaemin had grabbed the back of your shirt as you'd tripped, but it looked odd. The next photo was of him pulling you into him.
That was a week ago the two of you were being called all sorts of names. Chenle had told you to ignore it, that it will blow over, but it was easier said than done. Not being able to focus as your eyes blurred you excused yourself to the bathroom.
Taking your phone with you. Your hands shook as you locked the bathroom and sank to the floor, you were determined to not cry over the hate but it was starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.
You scrolled through your contacts and called your friends, neither answered. Their phones off. You knew they'd gone to see a movie today, but you'd hoped that maybe their phones wouldn't be off.
You went to the sink and turned on the water, watching the cold water swirl into the drain as you tried to calm your breathing, it wasn't working.
A knock on the bathroom door startled you.
"Y/N" It was Jeno. "Are you okay?" He asked.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were red with unshed tears and you looked frazzled.
"Y-yeah." You replied your voice shaking slightly.
"Can I come in?" He asked. You froze for a second before turning off the faucet and unlocking the door letting him know he could come in.
He opened the door slowly as he came into the bathroom. He looked at you for a second before his arms came around you pulling you into his chest. You began to cry, as he shushed you. He didn't say anything further, just held you until you calmed down.
An hour later you were sat on his bed Jeno next to you as he told you about his favourite anime that he wanted you and Chenle to watch with him. You nodded as he spoke taking in every word that came out of his perfect mouth.
You couldn't help but want to kiss him as his enthusiasm about the anime grew. His eyes were shining. You hadn't seen Jeno like this, and it wasn't helping with your feelings. Your heart was doing summersaults, he stopped talking as you stared at him.
"Are you listening to me?" He asked snapping you out of your daze.
"Of course." You replied crossing your legs on his bed as he moved closer to you.
"Are you sure?" He asked, and you laughed awkwardly, "what did I just say?"
"Are you sure?" You answered smartly, a teasing tone as you smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pouting.
You opened your mouth to say something, but the words flew out of your brain as Jeno pressed his lips against yours, his hand snaking around the side of your face as he pulled you to him.
Shocked you pulled back, looking at him; eyes wide.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said moving back from you. Your brain was in overdrive, so many thoughts flooded in as you stared at him. He was moving away from you.
You ignored everything in your head and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't apologize." You said and pulled him back to you, moving your lips to his again, you kissed him slowly taking in the way he felt against you. The way he still tasted like the chocolate he'd just eaten, and given you half of.
You breathed heavily when he pulled away from you again.
"Fuck." Was the only word that left his mouth as he stared at you before grabbing you again.
The next day he texted you asking you to go to the park with him, you met him at the bench he'd given you the popsicles at. He was smiling at you as he approached you, his hand tucked behind his back.
He came to a stop in front of you, and you looked up at him a curious expression on his face.
"I got you something." He said and moved his hand towards you. A Levi pop animation bobblehead in his hand.
"It's your favourite anime right?" You looked up at him shocked and nodded.
"I knew it."
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Sunlight
William James Moriarty x GN!Reader
Hellooooo Yuukoku no Moriarty fans I bring you this humble offering 🤲 Thank you @lirinstaalem for giving me the prompt “Whenever I’m around you, my heart starts racing and I don't know what to do with myself.” ily <3
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1209
Pronouns used: None!
You could hear William’s soft laughter as you dragged his arm—and by extension, him—up a small hill. It was around five in the afternoon, the sun was starting to set. You’d invited William on an impromptu outing, wanting to show him a nice spot to watch the sunset. Him, ever susceptible to your requests, agreed to let you take him. Of course, he had no idea where you were taking him, you insisted it was to be kept a secret until you got to your destination.
“We’re almost there, just a bit further!” You said with excitement. You led him to the top of the hill, which was covered in small brightly colored flowers.
You gave him a moment to take in his surroundings while you laid the large, yet thin, blanket you brought with you on the ground. You quickly unlaced your boots, placed them beside you and sat down on the blanket, patting the spot beside you once William switched his gaze over to you. He obliged, doing the same with his balmoral shoes and sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him, laying back and leaning on his elbows.
"So why have you brought me here?" He asked, his head tilting to the side.
"No reason." You shrugged.
"Well there must be a reason, with all your persistence in getting me to join you."
You sighed dramatically, "Fine… if you must know I was planning on murdering you in cold blood and dumping your body in the river a few meters from here."
A small smile crept onto his face, "Is that so… I suppose I can't let you get away with that, though you're welcome to try."
"Well now that you know of my devious plan, it won't be fun anymore." You stifled a laugh, turning your face away so you wouldn't break character.
"That's a shame, I was almost looking forward to it." He shifted his body so he was facing you more properly, "But truthfully, why did you bring me here?"
You looked at him again, his scarlet eyes found yours, a slight smile still present.
"I… Well- I found this spot and it has a good view of the sunset and I thought… you might like to watch it with me?" You stumbled over your words, you didn't expect to be so flustered by his question.
He simply nodded and gave a thoughtful hum, satisfied with your answer. He adjusted himself once more and focused his gaze on the sunset in front of you. Of course, you took this opportunity to admire his features. Warm sunlight highlighted the hair that fell around his face, giving his gentle features an ethereal glow. His blonde hair shone brighter, the yellow-orange hues reflecting off it beautifully. Your admiration was cut short as you noticed him looking at you from the corner of his eye. You looked straight at the sunset, hoping he didn't notice how long you were staring. It was quiet for a while, both of you taking in the view in front of you.
As the sun reached the horizon line, you heard movement from William's spot. You looked over to see him sitting upright, facing you, conflict clearly written on his face.
"What's wrong, 'Liam? Something on your mind?"
He was quiet for a few moments, opening his mouth as if to speak and then quickly closing it again, as if he was struggling to find the right words. You weren’t sure if he was blushing, or if it was just a trick of the light.
“Whenever I’m around you, my heart starts racing and I don't know what to do with myself.”
You silently processed his words. Taking a deep breath, you collected your thoughts.
“Are you saying… that you have feelings for me? In a romantic way? Wait that’s too f-”
“Yes. Or at least that’s what I think it means.”
“I see… I think I feel the same way.”
A beat passed, the both of you just looking at each other, wondering what would happen next.
You scooted closer to him and positioned yourself so that you were sitting shoulder to shoulder. You gently took his hand in yours and pressed a small kiss to the back of his hand. You felt him stiffen up for a moment, clearly not expecting you to do that. Keeping your hands together, you rested your head against his shoulder. After a moment, you felt him intertwine your fingers together. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment. He smelled of cologne and a hint of something metallic, it was a comforting smell. ‘I could get used to this, I think.’
Soon enough, the sun had disappeared from the sky, leaving trails of pink in the clouds. Opening your eyes, you took a moment to adjust to the darkness. Glancing over, you saw William looking upwards. You removed your head from his shoulder and stretched your neck.
“What are you looking at?”
“The stars, they’re so pretty.”
You shifted your gaze upwards, taking in the way the stars started to show up. Without the city lights around, you had a much better view of the night sky. You could see hints of the Milky Way above you, where the remnants of sunlight couldn’t reach. You let out a small gasp. You’d been to this area before, but you’d never stay past the sun setting, so you never got to see the stars like this.
You pointed upwards with your free hand, “Is that one Orion? I think I read about it in a book once!” You looked over at him as he followed your finger to the constellation. You noticed how his lips were slightly parted as he searched.
“I believe you’re correct, (Y/N), well done.” He met your eyes with a slight smile, which you quickly returned before looking upwards again.
You spent a few more minutes like that, him pointing out other constellations and you staring up in awe. You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand.
“Shall we make our way back?” William asked.
You answered with a nod. He finally let go of your hand and stood up, extending an arm to help you to your feet. Quickly putting on your boots and folding up the blanket, you rushed over to where William was standing.
“Thank you for taking me here. I had a wonderful evening.” He leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on the crown of your head, pulling back after a moment with a smile.
“Thank you for agreeing to come with me, not that you had much of a choice.”
He pried the blanket from you and tucked it under his arm, then offered you his other arm.
“I could’ve carried that back myself you know.” You said as you placed your arm in his.
He gave a noncommittal hum before leading you along the path towards the house. Looking up at the stars, you giggled and thought about how cliche it was. You were filled with hope for the future, perhaps your love could last longer than the stars themselves. You looked over at William, a content smile on his face.
Maybe it could…
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