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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC!

Chapter Twenty-One: Together

Summary: (Y/N) gets to have everyone alright and together.

Mouse Note: Final chapter of Book 4!

(Y/N)’s eyes opened to a plain white ceiling. She groaned and pushed herself up onto her elbows. Her body no longer ached, free of wounds, but she had no idea where she was. (Y/N) could be dead for all she knew.

“Hey, hey. Don’t strain yourself.”

A bandaged arm supported (Y/N), and her eyes snapped up, widening.

“Dazai!”

The man she loved smiled at her from he sat at her side. “(Y/N),” he said with a voice of pure adoration.

“You’re alright,” said (Y/N), relief and joy in her eyes.

Dazai held her hand and smiled. “So are you.”

(Y/N) leaned up, ignoring how tired her body was, and pulled him to her. She kissed with the passion their separation had caused, with all the love she had in her body for him, endless and powerful.

Dazai’s arms wrapped around her, and he tilted his head to kiss her deeper. He too had missed her, and to have (Y/N) back in his arms to love and to cherish was an incredible feeling. He threw all of those emotions into his kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, (Y/N) and Dazai were unable to stop smiling at each other.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” admitted (Y/N).

Dazai chuckled softly and cupped her cheek, smiling gently. “What? So little belief in my intelligence?”

“You were trapped with Fyodor,” said (Y/N). She swallowed at the memories of Fyodor. “I couldn’t help but worry.”

Dazai’s gaze became fierce, and he gently turned (Y/N)’s face to look into her eyes. “Fyodor is gone. I made sure of it. You’ll never have to worry about him again.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “He’s gone?”

Dazai nodded. “I made sure of it. He’ll never hurt you again.”

(Y/N) let out a breath of relief and relaxed. Fyodor was dead. He’d never try to take her for himself again. She was alright, and Dazai was back with her.

“But while I’m glad he’s gone, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to support you through everything,” said Dazai. “I saw your injuries before Yosano healed you. You fought almost until your own death.”

(Y/N) smiled ruefully. “I needed to protect the people I cared about. I couldn’t let Fukuchi hurt everyone.” At his name, her expression faltered. “Especially not after everything he’d already done.” She looked at Dazai. “He was my father. He killed my mom, just like he killed Akira’s. And now he’s dead. What type of messed up family am I a part of?”

Dazai kissed (Y/N) gently to reassure her. “You’re not Fukuchi. Blood doesn’t matter, in the end. You were the hero the world needed when you fought him. He could never have been a hero like you. You are your mother’s daughter. And if I had to guess, Akira is her mother’s daughter since she was willing to do the right thing.” He was calm as he heard the Akira Mori’s mother, Ougai Mori’s wife, had been killed by Fukuchi, since his mind put together the scenarios with ease. (That, and it meant he had ammunition against Mori if needed).

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Oh, god! Akira! Where is she? Is she alright? She was really hurt, there was a lot of blood, did Yosano get to her—”

“(Y/N).” Dazai calmed her with a squeeze of her hand. “Akira is alright. Yosano healed her. She’s alive.”

(Y/N)’s heart jumped for joy. Akira, her dearest friend, her sister, was alive. She was alright. (Y/N) let out a sob of joy as all the stress and exhaustion of the past few days caught up to her.

“Everyone’s going to be alright,” said Dazai, pulling her into a hug.

(Y/N) hugged him back, shoulder’s shake as relief washed over her. From the truth of her mother’s dead to Fukuchi being her father to the vampires to the people she cared about nearly dying to taking control of One Order, (Y/N) was filled a complex array of emotions. And finally in her love’s arms, she let go.

Akira sat up the moment her consciousness returned. “Where’s (Y/N)?!” she said, looking around herself wildly. She was nearly out of her bed and ripping the curtains from her hospital cot away when someone stepped around them, alarmed at the shouting.

“She’s alright,” assured Yosano. “She’s just resting, like you.” She gave Akira a stern look. “Get back in the bed.”

Akira scowled. “You don’t tell me what to do. I need to check on (Y/N).”

“I swear, Akira, (Y/N) is alright. Dazai’s with her now,” said Yosano, catching Akira’s arm and turning her back to the bed. “But my ability can tire people. You need to rest.”

Akira shrugged out of Yosano’s hold. “I’m fine. My gift means I heal quicker than others.” She paused and glanced at Yosano. “But…thanks. You probably saved me and (Y/N)’s lives.”

Yosano smiled. Their old friendship was broken, and whatever they had now would never be the same, but at least Akira was speaking to her. “Well, you and (Y/N) saved all of us first.”

Akira tsked and crossed her arms. “I killed the guy who murdered my mom. It was about my own revenge.”

Yosano smirked. “Sure.” She wouldn’t point out that if Akira was that selfish, her first thought wouldn’t be about if (Y/N) was alive. “I’m still glad you fought with (Y/N). We couldn’t have done this without you.” She cleared her throat. “But I’m mostly just glad you’re okay. I-I know I messed up when we were younger. I should have tried to find you after I joined the Agency. I know what Mori is like. I should have made sure you were okay. And I didn’t. So, I’m sorry, and I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but I really am happy you’re alive. You’re still…important to me.”

Akira paused, red eyes piercing into Yosano’s expression. And then, she smiled ever-so-slightly. “Thanks.” Her eyes flicked up to Yosano’s. “And I’m glad you’re alright, too. I’ve hated a lot of people in my life, but you…I don’t want you hurt, Akiko. Mori is an asshole. What he’s done doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

Yosano smiled. There was a long road to real friendship, and there would always be history, but Akira and Yosano had something again.

(Y/N) smiled as she watched her friends run around and laugh and drink and dance. After everything that had happened, she was glad they could have fun. They all deserved it. In fact, people were just so relieved to be alive and to have Yokohama (and the world) safe that they didn’t care if they were around Port Mafia or Agency members. Even Akira was fine with Port Mafia members in her bar (though (Y/N) suspected that was mostly because Akira wanted to see Chuuya but was too proud to say anything to his face).

(Y/N) chuckled lightly as she watched Dazai run around with Kunikida’s notebook while the blond chased him. This was what she liked her life as: fun chaos instead of deadly chaos.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Or should I call you (Y/N) Fukuchi?”

(Y/N) crossed her arms and turned. “If you’re try to irritate me, you’ll have to try harder, Mori.”

The boss of the Port Mafia smirked. “Irritate you? Nonsense. I don’t condescend to irritate a mere Agency member.”

“And yet you approached me,” remarked (Y/N). “What do you want?”

“You possess One Order,” said Mori sharply. If (Y/N) wasn’t going to beat around the bush, he wouldn’t, either. “Your Gift allows you to use it.”

“It responds to me, yes,” said (Y/N).

Mori’s eyes narrowed. “That is a significant amount of power to wield. It threatens the very world, and left unchecked, it could cause trouble.” The curl of his lip as he spoke directed his message clearly. If you’re left alive, there could be issues.

(Y/N) just smiled. “I don’t go looking for trouble, and I want One Order to be properly locked up again.” Her smile turned to a slight smirk. “But if you want to try to ‘check’ any possible danger, remember that you’re a smart man who knows when he’s out of his depth.”

Mori’s gaze was cold. “I very much doubt I’m out of my depth.”

“Believe what you’d like about me—” though (Y/N)’s ability sparked at the idea of getting to fight the infamous Mori “—but I’m not the only person you have to deal with. Setting the entire Agency aside, I don’t think you’d want to cross Dazai on his own.” She cocked her head. “And I’m not foolish enough to think you don’t know about our relationship. So I also that you’re aware of just how much damage Dazai is capable of if anything happened to me.” She smiled. “Just recently he killed Fyodor Dostoevsky for me. I don’t think you want to be on his bad side.”

“Are you threatening me?” said Mori lightly.

“Not at all. I’m just doing what you did, pointing out facts about the situation,” said (Y/N), all smiles and pleasantries.

“Facts? Yes, like how Dazai is also unwilling to risk Yokohama as a whole, and my leadership of the Port Mafia holds a delicate balance,” said Mori.

(Y/N) chuckled. “If you think Dazai doesn’t have a breaking point just because you haven’t found it, you’re more foolish than I thought.” Mori’s eyes narrowed. “But even if Dazai wouldn’t do anything to hurt Yokohama, I know one person who would burn the city for the ground if they cared enough.” (Y/N) smirked as Mori furrowed his brow, and she went straight for the jugular. “Akira isn’t exactly known for holding back.”

Mori paused at the mention of his daughter. “She is hardly a threat.”

“No? Then you haven’t seen her fight,” said (Y/N), continuing without a care for who she was speaking to. “I mean, she went berserk and nearly killed Fukuchi on her when she found out he killed her mom.”

Mori hid any reaction behind a pointed sip of wine. The truth of his wife’s death weighed heavy on him, and he longed to bring Fukuchi back just to get the chance to make him suffer for what he’d done to Nanako.

But Mori was not a vulnerable man. He refused to be, so all he said was, “If she did try anything, I have people who could fight her.”

(Y/N) smirked. She knew for a fact Chuuya wouldn’t harm Akira, but she’d leave that truth a secret. “I don’t think you do. In fact, I think Akira is the biggest threat to you.”

Mori’s eyes flashed imperceptibly. “Excuse me?”

“I’ll spell it out for you. If you were to try to ‘check’ One Order—” if you try to kill me “—you wouldn’t be able to handle Akira—” you wouldn’t be able to kill her if she came for you.

“If someone threatens the balance of protection for Yokohama, I have no mercy,” said Mori coldly.

(Y/N) hummed in acknowledgement and was silent. Mori gripped his wine glass tighter. He thought the conversation over and was glad. It had not gone the direction he intended. He wished to ensure One Order was handled properly and not left in the power of a young woman who seemed to have too much power of the world already, but it seemed she was remaining steadfast and not cowering from anyone trying to push her around.

“You know, Akira told me that Elise used to be pretty stiff and quiet,” said (Y/N) suddenly. Mori stiffened, and his red eyes went to (Y/N) as she continued with a calm smile. “Interesting that she has a personality now, right? Pretty energetic, a bit sassy, and very stubborn, so I’ve heard.” She tilted her head and looked across the room at Akira. “Funny. I bet Akira was like that when she was younger, maybe about eleven, like the age Elise shows up as.” Mori was silent, and (Y/N) faced him with a smile that felt as threatening as Dazai’s. “Actually, the same age you abandoned her.” (Y/N)’s smile turned sharp. “Quite the coincidence, isn’t it?”

Mori had a steely expression. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“No?” said (Y/N). “I think Akira is safer in this city than she realizes.”

Mori’s eyes narrowed. “You think you understand more than you truly do.”

“No, I think I understand perfectly.” (Y/N) smiled. “And you understand too.” She picked up a wine glass and took a sip. “Have a nice night, Mori. Try to remember our discussion.” She paused. “And be careful. If I can see what you hide, I’m sure other people do. And as you said, other people aren’t as merciful as me.”

(Y/N) walked off and left Mori alone. He wouldn’t be trying anything against her just for having One Order’s obedience. He would be risking far too much.

Mori’s eyes went to Akira and felt unable to leave as he watched his daughter smile and laugh with others. He hadn’t seen that in over a decade. Unbidden, his fist clenched his wine glass as Fukuzawa walked up to Akira and she brightened.

(Y/N) was quickly joined by Dazai as she walked away from Mori. His gaze was sharp and flicked between her and Mori. It didn’t take a genius to know that the Port Mafia boss was most certainly threatening her. She got One Order to respond to her, after all.

“Did he try anything?” said Dazai.

“He threatened me,” said (Y/N). She smiled. “But he won’t be trying anything.”

“Are you sure?” said Dazai. Mori was not one to be trusted in any way.

“Oh, yes,” said (Y/N), smirking.

“Did you threaten him?” said Dazai incredulously.

“No, just pointed out that I know his weaknesses and that they mean he can’t try to hurt me,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“You’re cunning. I like it.” Dazai put an arm around her waist and smirked fondly.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Only you would be attracted by the idea of me basically blackmailing someone.”

“Well, if it’s you, then yes,” said Dazai. He leaned in to give her a kiss, but a blur of red nearly threw him to the side.

“(Y/N)!” chirped Akira as Dazai groaned and picked himself up. “Guess what?”

“What?” said (Y/N). “You and you-know-who talked out your issues?”

Akira scowled. “No.” She brightened again. “I got a job offer from Mr. Boss Man.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. “You what?”

“I’ve got an offer work at least part-time with the Agency,” said Akira. “Fukuzawa asked me a minute ago.”

“What did you say?” said (Y/N) excitedly.

“I said yes,” said Akira. “I think I want to try helping more people like you do.”

(Y/N) nearly squealed in excitement and hugged Akira. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Akira, but she was just as excited to work with (Y/N), and she hugged her best friend just as tightly. “It’s just part-time, though. I can’t give up the bar, not after all I put into it.”

“Of course not,” said (Y/N). “But I can’t wait to have you with me.”

“We make a hell of a team,” said Akira, grinning.

“Have you told Yosano?” asked (Y/N).

“Akiko? No, I should,” said Akira. “But I’ll be back!” She bounded away, and (Y/N) watched in amusement.

“All three of Mori’s kids or proteges are going to be at the Agency, hm?” said Dazai. He grinned. “He’s going to hate this.”

“Probably,” said (Y/N), watching Akira tell Akiko in amusement. She glanced at Chuuya, who kept glancing from over with his people towards Akira. (Y/N) raised a hand, and There’s a Will; There’s a Way activated. She waved her hand, and a green glow subtly appeared around Chuuya and Akira. They were pulled from their places and bumped into each other.

“Oh.” Chuuya stared at Akira.

“Oh.” Akira glanced at (Y/N), knowing full well who had pushed them together. (Y/N) smiled encouragingly.

“…You’re alright,” said Chuuya. He glanced over Akira as if searching for wounds. “I’d heard you were badly hurt in your fight against Fukuchi.”

“I was,” said Akira. Her eyes returned to Chuuya, (Y/N)’s silent encouragement in her mind. “I heard you invaded Mersault.”

“I did,” said Chuuya. “But I wanted to be fighting Fukuchi directly.

“It did feel nice to kill him,” said Akira.

“I’m sure he didn’t stand a chance,” said Chuuya, smiling.

“Oh?” Akira felt an unbidden smile appear on her face.

“You’re fierce and powerful. Anyone who fights you is bound to lose,” said Chuuya.

“High praise from Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara,” said Akira.

Chuuya winced at the drop of his job title. That was the rift between them, after all, her trauma with the Port Mafia and his lies about it.

Akira caught (Y/N)’s gaze again, and she nodded at Chuuya. Akira paused and gazed at Chuuya, someone she truly cared about in a deeper manner than she cared to admit.

“Do you want to grab a drink?” said Akira.

Chuuya blinked. “You want a drink with me?”

“I think I can put up with you for one drink.”

An olive branch.

“You do have good taste,” said Chuuya.

“I know I do,” said Akira, a slight smirk on her lips.

A second chance.

Dazai and (Y/N) watched the interaction from across the room. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Akira and Chuuya sit down and pour a drink together. That was step in the right direction.

“Huh. Akira and Chuuya,” said Dazai.

“You’re not allowed to tease either of them,” said (Y/N), knowing exactly what her boyfriend was thinking.

“I love you, my light, but I will absolutely be teasing them,” said Dazai. He grinned. “It’s just too good an opportunity to pass up.”

(Y/N) chuckled and rolled her eyes. She leaned into his side, and Dazai held her close. This was how it should be. Her friends around her, happy and laughing. She was with Dazai, the man she loved. They were together.

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lyon-amore · 1 year

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The half of me Chapter 20

Chapter 19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It hadn't taken me two seconds to see she was Seo-ah. It is then that I understand the conversation we had about Daliah.

The poor thing, when she showed me her scared face, my stomach turned. How could she bear such a situation? "Get up Seo-ah" I say, helping her ", we're out of here." I walk over to Jake, seeing that he's squeezing my hand hard. I place my hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention. He shouldn't get in trouble. "Let's go." I say worried. He nods and we start to leave. I can feel how hard Seo-ah squeezes my hand, scared. No one should have to listen to how your father insults you like that.

I examine Seo-ah, she has wounds on her arms from protecting her face. I wipe away her tears, telling her that everything will be fine. "And your sister?" I hear Jake ask "Where was she?" "Jake" I speak to him calmly, not wanting to offend her either ", she is Seo-ah." I see how he examines her better and it doesn't take long for him to take out his phone. "I will let Mike know so he can help us." He walks away, taking out his phone, leaving us alone. Seo-ah now wipes away her tears herself, continuing to cry. "Has he done anything else to you?" I ask, looking to see if she has any more injuries. I can see now a slight blow to the eye. I clench my jaw hard. Poor dear. She shakes her head and I see her look at Jake. "He is legit?" She asks me fearfully, looking at Jake. "Yes, he knows Mike, that's true" I reply, to reassure her,"and I know everything too." "Forgive me, MC," she says with a broken voice "I know I should have told you, but I promised Daliah-" "Now that's not important." I give ger a smile, still trying to sound as calm as possible, even though my nerves are on the surface. "Let us get away from here" Jake walks back to us, putting the phone away ". He has told me to go to Rocco's house, that he will be safe there." I nod and look at Seo-ah, taking her hand. "You'll be safe soon, don't worry." I see her nod and we both follow Jake.

We managed to see Mike along with Rocco, waiting at the door. As we get closer, Rocco examines Seo-ah, then pouts. "Damn bastard," he utters between his teeth ". Let's heal those wounds." Seo-ah walks into the house with her head down, as if she's done something wrong. "What happened to the girl?" Mike asks us and I see that his jaw is clenched. "So you did know, right?" Jake asks him "That is why you laughed last night, because of what we said." "I'm not the one to tell the lady's personal issues if she doesn't want me to tell them" Mike defends himself, then relaxes his shoulders ". But thank you for helping her." I hug myself feeling bad for Seo-ah. I don't think I can understand the pain she feels, but if I can let her share it with me, I don't want her to go through this pain alone. Jake hugs me and kisses me on the forehead. I think he knows how much all this has affected me. I'm thinking about Daliah and Seo-ah's friendship. So far, we have not found anything against it. And maybe because Daliah had nothing against her. Since she was with her when the mysterious event in Colville happened. "Do you two want to come in?" Mike asks us. "MC has to get back before the police know she is not home." Jake reminds me. I bite the inside of my nervous cheek. I don't want to have to walk away and leave the situation like this. Would I become a bad person? "I don't want to walk away and leave Seo-ah like this." I look at Jake with concern. "After I drop you off at the station, I will come see her." Jake smiles at me and I sigh, calming down. I hug him and look at Mike. "Please tell Seo-ah to come see me when she's better." I tell her, feeling bad about having to leave. "I'll force her to go if I have to" she winks at me ", she'll be safer away from here." I nod along with a sigh. I hope that she can finally get rid of this nightmare.

I squeeze Jake's hand hard. I don't want to leave. My insecurity comes out again. The joy of having spent the night with him doesn't fade from my mind despite what has happened. Never before would I have imagined being with someone like this. My heart begins to pound as I remember how I held onto him tightly when... God... I'm even embarrassed to think about it. The temperature rises again. My whole body is remembering it and I feel like last night again. Why then am I partly afraid that he used me only to have sex with me? Why does this thought come back? "Because I warned you about him" I look frightened at Daliah, who has appeared again. I thought she was gone for good when it came to Jake, after proving he loves me ". I've told you so many times that you can't get it out of your head" she laughs and I don't know why I'm afraid to see her. She is like the Daliah that everyone knew. "You are going to destroy your hand." I hear him tease. I wake up from my thoughts and loosen my hand a little. I see that I have it red from squeezing so much. I swallow, feeling a knot in my stomach. "Right now it's the least of my problems" I reply, looking into his eyes ". I'm afraid that if I go, you'll forget about me-" "Do not think that" He places his hands on my cheeks, stroking with his thumbs ". I have not used you, if that is what you fear the most, alright?" His voice sounds like he's really hurt by what I've said. He sighs and rests his forehead against mine. "What makes you think such things about me, MC?" He asks me and I feel a pang of pain when I hear him "Who made you doubt like that?" I stay silent. If he knows it was Daliah, he'll have more reason to be mad at her, and maybe he'll stop helping me because he thinks she doesn't deserve it. "It's just that..." I look down, not daring to meet his eyes. To my surprise, he leaves small kisses on my face, completely relaxing me. Nose, forehead, cheeks, under the lip, corner of the lip... until ending on the lips, using his tongue to make way for my mouth. He carefully places his hand behind my head and the other on my back, pulling me close to him. I place my hands on his back, gripping his jacket tightly. Although I answer slowly, I can't help but feel my body let go like last night. A moan escapes me and I squeeze my hands tighter behind his back. He chuckles, pulling away. "I'm lucky I am wearing clothes or you would have scratched me by now, love." he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine. "Don't remind me..." I reply, trembling at the soft caress of his words on my lips. The announcement of the train causes Jake to let out a small curse. "I should hack the train station to slow everyone down." he teases, making me laugh.

We wait for the train, sitting on a bench. I rest my head on his shoulder. There is very little left for it to arrive. "Have you checked to see if there were any other journal entries?" I ask, looking up. "I could not" he looks at me with a mischievous smile ", someone has kept me distracted enough." "Sorry-" "I did not mean that" He gives me a small kiss on the nose, which makes me smile sheepishly ". When I finish talking with Seo-ah, I will go back to the hostel to look at it." "OK..." "MC, you are not the only one who does not want you to leave" I sigh and let out a laugh "Do you think I can let you leave after what we have been through? "Shut up, I'm ashamed." I hide my face and he caresses my hair. I can't stop smiling now. Calmer. Returning to that happiness that enveloped me last night. We managed to hear the train approaching and got up. Jake looks at me, stroking my hair gently. "Let me know if you got home safely." he says in a concerned tone. "I will." I nod, daring to kiss him on the cheek. Jake turns his face, kissing me again. I let out a laugh. He can't stop right?

The train stops and I slowly separate, approaching the doors. "We'll talk soon, Jake." I tell him with a smile. "Do not make me wait, love." He carefully kisses my bandaged hand. I avoid hiding my face like the other time, with an indelible smile. The doors close and I sit, tucking my hair up to hide it under my hat. I take it out of the backpack, together with the mask. I look at the pajamas I had brought and laugh. In the end I didn't need it. Unbelievable what has happened. "I do nothing but crazy things with you..." I whisper, clutching the backpack to my chest. This time Daliah doesn't show up to bother me. It's me and my thoughts from last night. Remembering where he has placed his hands. I squeeze my legs when thinking about that, with the tingling in the body. I will erase every insecurity Daliah gave me about Jake. He told me himself, that he didn't use me.

I will trust his words.

I made it to my apartment with no problems, managing to blend in with teenagers going to school as they passed my street, so that whoever was on duty in the morning wouldn't notice me.

I pull out my phone when I get home and text Jake, telling him I'm safe in my apartment. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-----Nym-0s has connected-----

Nym-0s Has a policeman come to see you?

MC I don't think so All calm 😊

Nym-0s It relieves me then. Have a nice day MC, I will let you know if there iss a new clue. Good luck with the store.

MC Thank you! 😄

Nym-0s You are welcome, love :)

------Nym-0s has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I laugh admiring that nickname. I love him, he makes me feel special.

I go to the closet and decide to put on a Daliah blouse. It has a beautiful bluish tone, with lace sleeves. It's like a princess blouse. I put on a little makeup, with natural colors so as not to rule out much. Today I feel pretty. Is it strange? I've even put my hair up in a braid like the ones Daliah used to do. It's not wanting to be her. It's not imitating her. It's getting out of my comfort zone, trying to do something different. I'm sure she would be proud of me if she saw me.

I go to the store after receiving the notice that they will be soon to bring me all the orders. I hope I don't have to buy anything else besides a cash register. I look at how the walls are. I have to fix them too, but I can do this by myself. "Hello!" I jump in the scare place when I hear that happy voice. I turn and it's Jane, along with the group. Well, Seo-ah and Ralph are obviously missing "I hope you didn't mind that we came." I then see how Carter looks at me. Tense. It is as if he had seen a ghost, something that scared him. "My, my, my" Daliah appears next to him, leaning on his shoulder and touches him playfully on the cheek "Do you think that blouse is the one she was wearing the day they had sex? Because I think so." I cringe at the look on Carter's face. It's like he's going to jump at some point to another. Jane surprises me by hugging me. She doesn't look like the same Jane who walked into this store. "I'm sorry" she apologizes ", I shouldn't have yelled at you." "Thanks for apologizing." I say surprised, keeping my gaze on Carter. He doesn't like the scene of seeing me hugging his girlfriend. "Isn't that great?" Grace exclaims, emotion in her voice "Everything is perfect between us." "And Ralph?" I ask when Jane pulls away from me. "Now he'll come, he's still at the academy fixing those photos" she lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes ", although between us, surely he is to avoid having to be in a group." "Seo-ah isn't here either." Mason says, his voice sad. "I'm...I'm sure she'll be here again soon." I try to cheer him up. "Another thing!" Jane claps her hands with joy "We brought you something to celebrate your store opening." "It's not open yet..." I answer awkwardly, seeing that it's still a bit of a mess. "The sooner the better." She laughs and looks at Carter "Honey?" Carter doesn't seem to hear her, just keeps his gaze fixed on me. "Carter" Jane calls his name, causing him to react ", everything okay?" "Yes, everything is fine." he smiles at her, leaving a small kiss on her lips. I try not to show my discomfort that Carter cheated on Jane. But I am. To have seen that kiss knowing that he cheated on her. That he was with someone else. With Daliah. That thought has no place in my brain. It's strange. Maybe because I know that, despite everything, Daliah didn't cheat on Elliot. Or so I think. "Here" Carter hands me a bag and I look inside ". It's champagne, to celebrate... the opening of the store." "Thank you, although there will be no opening party yet-" "Well, we're going ahead then." Grace laughs. "I'm going to put this in the back room." I reply sheepishly. I left them alone, talking animatedly.

The back room is the only place I haven't vandalized. There isn't much, just a table and a locker. I open the locker, putting away the champagne. When I turn around, I see Carter glaring at me. "Why are you wearing that blouse?" He asks me, angry and whispering. "It was a blouse that Daliah left me-" "What are you playing?" He approaches me, cornering me against the locker "You know, right?" "I don't know what you mean-" "You both sisters love to torture me." "Carter, I really-" "Take it off now!" He demands, placing his hands on my shirt "Now!" "Let me go!" He stop trying to take off my shirt as soon as we hear music. Close to us. The song 'Lucky' by Britney Spears was playing. "Do you hear it?" I ask, looking at the ground. I completely forgot what had happened. "The fact that?" He asks me angrily. I push him away nervously, crouching down. Under the locker, there is a phone. I get up quickly, going for the broom. "What are you doing MC?" I ignore Carter. The music was still playing. I stick the broom under the locker and push the phone out. It's a call, but that's not important. It's Daliah's cell phone! "Is that Daliah's phone?" Carter approaches to look at it "What is It doing here?" "They're calling." I say nervously, answering "Who's calling?" I started to hear some sobs. I didn't have to listen anymore. It's Daliah's voice. "Don't do it" Daliah's voice said. Her voice sounded broken... No, not broken, she couldn't speak "Please... Please! Don't do it!" I yell and Carter pulls away. The call is cut off and everyone goes into the back room. "What's happening?" I hear Jane ask, and see how she looks at me, concerned "What happened Carter?" "I-I don't know" he replies with a trembling voice ". She just started screaming out of nowhere." "Why are you all here?" I hear Ralph ask, coming in too "I saw you run when I came in." "It's Daliah's phone!" Grace exclaims, her voice pained "We have to call the police! Now!" I see that the phone phone has a low battery. What was the phone phone doing here? Why was he in the back room?

I wait sitting on the couch with the phone in my lap. Mason is sitting next to me, arms in his lap. "What happened?" he asks me worried, in a whisper. "I was with Carter and-" I keep quiet, remembering what had happened. That Carter cheating on Jane has nothing to do with this "The phone started ringing suddenly and when I answered-" "MC!" Elliot walks into the store and I jump up, walking over to him. He places his hands on my shoulders, looking at me concerned "What has happened?" "The phone has started to ring" I give him the object in my hands and he begins to put on his gloves "and when I answered, I heard Daliah, she was crying, begging for her life." I look at Carter, nervous "Isn't that right?" Carter shakes his head, shrugging. "I don't know, you haven't put the speaker, MC" he says calmly", although only you have heard the music." "What? No, it sounded perfectly-" Grace walks over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I believe you, MC" she tells me, with a calm voice ", if you say you've heard something, it's true." I look at the phone now in Elliot's hands. I know what I heard, it was the 'Lucky' song. But that was not his ringtone. Someone has changed it, I'm sure! Why put that ringtone? "I'll tell them to take it to check it out" I nod at Elliot's words ", but you're going to have to come to the police station to tell us what happened, you too, Carter" He looks at him as he speaks calmly ". You're going to have to tell us what happened and also" He looks around the store ", you'd better get out of the store, maybe there's something else here." I look quickly at Carter, who nods. "Sure, I'll go." he replies, crossing his arms. Elliot nods us goodbye and hurries out of the store. Then we went out.

I lower the blind and sigh. I'm going to have to postpone all orders. Grace stands in front of me, looking at me calmly. "Everything will be fine, MC" She gives me a friendly smile ". Now we take you to the police station." "We can take you Carter and I-" "No!" I exclaim nervously to Jane. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down "I... I can go alone, you don't have to take me." "I can take her myself." Ralph says, almost nonchalantly. "You?" Mason looks at him strangely "You offering yourself without being a project?" "She needs to calm down and I'm the calmest of all" he places his hands in his pants pockets, while shrugging ", you would only make her nervous." "I guess?" I see Grace arch her eyebrow doubtfully "Can I at least go with you? MC needs support from a friend." I watch as Ralph shrugs, not caring much. I hear Mason complain. "You're wasting your time and this is serious!" "Oh, right" Ralph looks at me and nods ", come on girls." "See you at the station then." Jane grabs Carter's hand and they run to the car. I follow Ralph and Grace falls in beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. Mason also stands on the other side and Grace frowns at him. "Why are you coming with us?" Grace asks, frowning. "Because I refuse to go in the same car as Carter." Grace snorts, putting her hand to her head. Mason shoots me a quick look that I don't understand.

If Carter didn't hear the call, am I really going crazy? Maybe I made it up?

No one says anything during the car ride. I catch a glimpse of Grace in the rearview looking annoyed at Mason. I didn't think she liked him. "I told you: in calm" Ralph gives me a quick smile. I smile shyly at him. Surely in Carter's car and Jane would be nervous about what happened earlier. I start to tug at the sleeve of the blouse. This garment is to blame. I'm to blame for putting it on. Why didn't Daliah get rid of this garment? Did she cause so much trouble with It? "Ralph, have you finally finished sorting those photos?" Grace asks, curious. "Yep" he nods slowly ". I'll show you later." "But this time it's Carter's turn to direct," Mason replies. "Shouldn't you show them to him?" "Sorry, I'm used to the boss." "Idiot..." Grace laughs and I see her bite her lip. Is there something secret between them? I see Mason roll his eyes. Maybe it's not as secret as I thought then or maybe it's just something between them that way of treating each other. <<I hope Jake finally managed to talk to Seo-ah...>>

*Jake POV*

I wait until the train is out of sight before leaving. I do not stay calm if I do not see that it leaves the station for sure.

I set off on my way to Rocco's house.

As I am on my way, I hear some people making nervous comments. I want to let it go, but it seems that the whole town is affected by the situation. An extremely expensive car drives by with black-tinted windows. It is the first time I have seen a car like this around here. I hear someone crying and I turn around out of curiosity. A woman hugs her husband, what happens today?

I get to Rocco's house and call. "Who is it?" He asks and I notice his nervous voice. "It is me." I answered quietly. "Who?" I sigh, ducking my head. "Jake..."

"I already knew, I wanted you to tell me your name, handsome." I roll my eyes. Does everyone in this town really have to know my name? He opens the door and I start up the stairs after hearing the door open. Luckily it is on the second floor.

I see Rocco leaning against the door and he nods at me. "Okay, enough kidding" he says starting to walk ", the girl is still nervous." "And her wounds?" "I've tried to heal her as best I could, but as you'll see, I don't do healing." As we walk into the living room, I see Seo-ah sitting on the couch with a botched bandage on and Mike next to her, talking to her. She looks up and looks at me seriously. "Was MC okay when she left? "Yes, I have managed to calm her down a bit" I answer, approaching and squatting in front of Seo-ah, not wanting to sit next to her so as not to bother her "How are you?" "Like I have a bunch of blades and a brick pressing down on my arms." She says without looking at my face. "I supposed." I reply, looking at the bandage. I get up going to the dining room to grab a chair and come back sitting in front of her. I remove the bandage and get up to reach the medicine cabinet, deciding then to sell it better. "There is quite a stir in the town" I comment, trying to give her a topic of conversation so that she forgets what happened with her father "What is that?" "Oh, it must be Serrano" Mike answers, lighting a cigarette ", he always pays us a visit at the end of the month." "Serrano?" I ask, not looking up from Seo-ah's arms, trying to make a better bandage. "Armando Serrano" he exhales and continues ", you could say he's half the head of the town. He's a big guy from Colville." "And what does a city man do in a town like this?" "He's a moneylender." Seo-ah answers quickly. I look at her and hangs her head, embarrassed for speaking. "Moneylender in Evergreed, businessman in Colville" Mike goes on, sounding like he's having fun ". He once offered me to work for him, but I know how it would end if I did." I nod like that matters to me. I finish bandaging an arm and the girl looks at him ��"It hurts?" I ask worried. "Well, the wounds, yes" she answers and then gives me a small smile ", but it's not so tight anymore." I chuckle, smiling up at her. She shouldn't have been through this.

I do the other arm and decide to ask. "Daliah knew your secret?" I'm curious if she threatened her, too. "Yes, she knew it?" She drops a soft laugh "She helped me hide it" I look at her and see that she maintains a sad look ". She may not always have been a nice person, but she was with me" She looks into my eyes and I see that they are red from crying ". Maybe she just felt sorry for me." I gasp for air not knowing what to say. So she also knew about her true personality. But if she behaved differently with her, it's because in part that Daliah that MC knew could exist: the one who cared for the weak. "And how do you know MC?" She asks me curiously. I debate whether to tell her the truth. Enough with Mike and Rocco, if I put Seo-ah in the middle, maybe MC won't forgive me. "He's MC's boyfriend" Mike says and I shoot him a look ". And by the way, miss" he points to her with his hand ", you never told me Daliah's real name." "I promised not to tell anyone." Seo-ah avoids looking at him. "Why did Daliah use the name MC?" I ask, finishing the bandage. "She didn't want anyone to know that Daliah was here in Evergreed." Seo-ah looks at me with a little fear. "Was there something about Evergreed that scared her to pretend to be someone else?" "I..." she swallows nervously "I don't know, I'm sorry..." Or she may be telling the truth or lying because she is also afraid. Knowing that she has been through a traumatic moment, I prefer to wait until she is the one who wants to talk.

That makes me think that MC never wanted to talk about what happened with Richy. Her response was as if she wanted to get away from me. I cannot help but think that maybe she was having such a hard time she could not even talk to me. Maybe she talked to her sister about what happened. Because she did trust her. << Is it me or did Daliah get in between? It is like I got that feeling after knowing her through everything she was hiding.>> "So..." Seo-ah speaks, with a calmer voice "Are you MC's boyfriend?" "Yes." I answer, ordering the medicine cabinet. "Daliah never said that she had a boyfriend." "We have recently started dating." "I understand..." I see how she frowns. Seo-ah knows more secrets than we suspect. She is probably wondering who I really am for MC to date someone from Evergreed. Better not give more details. "Now what are you gonna do?" I ask, placing my arms in my lap. "I would love to be able to go home at least to get my things, but..." Mike sighs and puts out his cigarette, looking at me. "Jakie and I can go get your stuff, honey, right?" He looks at me and I pout at the nickname. "I'll take care of her" Rocco sits next to her, placing his hands on her shoulders ", I've even prepared a room for her to stay here as long as she needs." I get up and look at Seo-ah, how she carefully touches the bandage. "When you are better" I start to say "you should go see MC" She looks up, her eyes curious ". She was quite worried about you, she even wanted you to go back to Rosenschwarz together." "As soon as I calmer, I'll go see her," she smiles a little at me ". Nice to meet you, Jake." She offers me her hand. I accept, trying to be careful not to hurt her. I hope everything goes well from now on.

Leaving the apartment, I follow Mike, putting on my mask. "Hey, thanks for fixing the girl's bandage." he says to me, in a calm tone "Were you a doctor in the past?" "I have just learned to take care of myself." I reply, pulling up my hood. "We're back with the mystery..." "Why do you want me to go with you to pick up Seo-ah's things?" "Because we are partners and..." he clicks his tongue and I see that he makes a face "I don't feel like meeting Serrano-" "What do you mean?" I stop him, starting to get angry. "Seo-ah has told you that he is a moneylender, right? Her father asked her for money in the past to open the restaurant and more than half of the money goes to that guy's bank." I nod, walking again. I hope I do not get into any trouble.

When we get to the restaurant, Seo-ah's father points at me angrily. "You don't come back in here!" He yells at me. Mike raises his eyebrow at me and I shrug. Not wanting to talk. "Okay, you stay here and I'd better go pick up his things then." He enters with his hands in his pants pockets, starting to talk to the man to explain why he's there. I lean against the wall, pulling out my cell phone. I text MC, asking if the crystal for her shop has finally arrived, but she does not reply. I hope everything goes well, It is weird that she does not answer me, I was sure she would even want to know how Seo-ah is doing. I feel that something has happened. The same black car that I had seen this morning park and a man in a suit gets out of the passenger seat, going to the back seat to open the door. From that seat, a man with brown hair and medium height comes out with a cane in his hand. He limps on one leg, but that does not stop him from imposing with his presence. I keep my eyes on my cell phone, not wanting to attract attention. "This is the last stop before going to Rosenschwarz" I cannot help but listen when the man with the cane says those words "Do you know if called?" "Not yet, Mr. Serrano." his driver answers. "Irresponsible... like the mother." They enter the restaurant and I am left alone again. Poor Mike when he sees that man.

I decide to resume the messages to MC. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nym-0s MC, Seo-ah is a bit calmer. According to her, Daliah did not want her name to be heard by Evergreed. And I think she's hiding something out of fear. You should talk to her, you are better at connecting with people than I am. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look forward to seeing what she is writing. Unfortunately, it does not happen.

Mike walks out of the restaurant and frowns at me. "Let's get out of here." he tells me quickly, putting on the backpack with Seo-ah's things. I don't ask anything and we started to leave. That is when I hear Mr. Serrano, which makes me stop. "Mike, give my condolences to MC!"

Chapter 21

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What it is like to get into an argument with your elven s/o

Elrond:

- Arguments with Elrond are usually about your increasing worries about the return of Sauron or Elrond being quite protective of you such as not letting you join him in killing orcs.

- Elrond is not one for arguments, always keeping a level head and not wishing to raise his voice, even for a moment.

- If you raise your own voice, Elrond just watches silently which can make you worse, angry that he is not reacting to your emotions and talking to you.

- Elrond in arguments can blank you like he is waiting for you to just finish talking so he can go back to work. This of course makes you angrier, the fact he is not doing anything to calm you or reassure you.

- The argument usually ends with Elrond having enough and leaving the room. You end up sitting and crying, your anger was gone and shame replaces it.

- Elrond goes out into the gardens and relaxes himself and figuring out what to say before returning to your shared rooms.

- You lay your back to the door so quietly Elrond goes and sits, placing his hand on your shoulder. You will apologise for shouting and Elrond shushes you, saying that he was the one who refused to talk to you about your valid issues.

- You get up and lay in his arms, after a while of silence you gently talk about what you were arguing about and come to a conclusion.

Thranduil:

- Arguments with Thranduil start about him being unessesorally jealous, you not doing something which he wanted you to do or anything else as Thranduil can be a short fuse, especially when he has drunk wine.

- Immediately Thranduil gets angry, ranting at you about whatever it was which made him mad. You just sit there, taking it until you either shout back at him and or start crying. Thranduil however doesn't stop when this happens, carrying on.

- You finally decide to leave when you have had enough of Thranduil, leaving with tears flowing from your eyes. Thranduil just watches you go, a sneer on his lips.

- You don't keep track of where you run to, just feel through the empty back halls until you finally stop and catch your breath, tears falling down your face.

- Thranduil meanwhile will bask in his anger for a little longer before it melts away and he realises what he has done and guilt falls upon him. He enlists the help of a few of his aids to find you and take you back to him.

- Slowly you go back when you are found. Your tears by now have gone, replaced with an empty feeling as you trudge back to your husband who immediately pulls you into a hug, squeezing you close to him and muttering apologies into your ear as he holds you close to him.

- He asks for your forgiveness, worried that you would not give it, but you do and he sighs in thankfulness, glad that you did not hate him for his mistake.

Lindir:

- Arguments with Lindir are always about you risking your life on the battlefield, Lindir's worry turning into stress as you come back with an injury. He blows up the small injury and demands that you stop working in the orc hunting party.

- You of course roll your eyes as Lindir becomes progressively more uptight and stressed until he shouts at you. This of course makes you jump in surprise, never hearing Lindir shout before. He immediately realises his mistake and tries to stop you as you leave the room, apologies flooding from his mouth.

- Lindir kicks himself for not keeping composure and goes after you, finding you in the library, tucked away in the corner. Slowly he comes towards you, apologising profusely for raising your voice to you and trying to stop you from doing your duty.

- You hug him, knowing how his worry would consume him if you did not say anything or walk away and say you forgive him.

- Lindir nods, still apologising and saying he wouldn't again shout at you, his guilt bub;bling over to make him a mess of apologies, even after you had forgiven him. You kiss him to stop him talking and tell him he doesn't need to worry and that you are safe with the other elves in your fighting party.

Haldir:

- Your arguments usually stem from how little time you get to see him as he is away most of the time protecting the borders. You understand that it is his job and that he does it to protect you and everyone else, however, this thought doesn't take away the pain of not having him around for much of the time.

- Haldir will not understand your sadness about this, seeing his duty to guard the borders and will get very offended that you even suggest that he should lose some hours. Haldir will get annoyed and will leave the room to spend time thinking. He is very stubborn and set in his ways but he doers realise that you would feel lonely without you, your husband with you less than once a week.

- Haldir returns with a little gift of a flower or gem as a way to apologise. You are on the bed, crying into your pillow, thinking that you were just a burden for him.

- Haldir places a hand on your back and gently runs your back in silence. Slowly you turn and he joins you on the bed, he placed the thing into your hand and apologises. He will tell you his thoughts through it so you understand and he promises to ask for fewer hours.

- You hug Haldir, forgiving him and the next day he is talking to Lady Galadriel for about fewer hours.

Arwen:

- Arguments with Arwen start with you risking your life while fighting orcs. Because Arwen doesn't fight on the front line with you and her father she always gets terrified when you go out for an orc raid.

- You had sustained an injury and her worry bubbled over to annoyance while healing your arm being snappy with you and demanding you be more careful. You had never seen this side of Arwen and furrowed your forhead. You say you need to but Arwen huffed, saying you could just join her in the reserves.

- You refuse and she decides to order you as the Lady of Rivendell to stay with her. You refuse again, crossing your arms annoyed at her. She orders again, more firmly, raising her voice at you. You leave, even if she is still healing you, not wishing to hear her any longer.

- You go to your horse, sitting by it and trying to not let tears flow because of the argument. Arwen meanwhile breaks down, terrified for you, she wants to keep you safe but she hurts you. When Arwen calms down she goes and finds you, looking in all the usual spots you would be.

- She joins you and in silence hugs you, whispering her apologies into your ear as she holds you close to her. You promise to be careful and always come back to her and Arwen thanks you.

#arwen x reader #arwen #lotr #lord of the rings elves #elves #thranduil x you #thranduil x oc #thranduil #elrond x reader #elrond #lindir #rivindell #haldir #imagines

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Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

Day 30, Post #2 by @whizzfizz

Title: Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 Author/Artist: whizzfizz Pairing: Harry/Ginny Prompt: Cuddling Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of canon-typical violence, nightmares and very mild allusion to sex

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Ginny’s worst fear is having to tell her children that Harry is not coming home.

It starts after the war, when Harry is sent off in increasingly dangerous missions and Andromeda is working night shifts. Ginny rocks and soothes little Teddy, whispering words of comfort in the toddler’s ear. As Remus and Dora’s child snuggles into her chest, Ginny contemplates the weight of parenthood. She wonders how she could ever explain to Teddy that he will not be able to see Harry anymore. She wonders if she would ever have the strength for such a task.

She is aware of the risks. This is Harry, for Merlin’s sake. Not just any Auror. She knows his name is and will forever remain an obvious target. She knew it when they kissed by the Great Lake and when he broke up with her. She knew it as they stole that furtive embrace after the funerals and much later, when he got down on one knee in front of her. Ginny knows the fear of losing him will persist like a shadow.

Being an Auror’s wife is not easy. The role involves a lot of patience, a lot of waiting, a lot of worry. Rushed goodbyes on Christmas mornings and midnights lost running down the corridors of St. Mungo’s. It also involves promising her children that Dad will be home very soon, safe and sound, even though she does not know if that is true.

There is nothing more reassuring than the feeling of the mattress dipping under Harry’s weight in the middle of the night. Usually the moon hangs in the inky blackness of the sky, the stillness of their house disturbed only by the hooting of their owl and their children’s sleepy mumbles. Ginny always wakes up, despite his noiseless footsteps up the stairs. She knows he checks on the children first before coming into their bedroom and stripping down to his underwear. He snuggles up under the duvet behind her and wraps an arm around her waist. She feels his scruff against her scalp and her body finally relaxes as he pulls her close to him. She breathes in his soothing instinct to protect, to defend. The feeling of relief never subsides.

He is back, he is alive, that is all that matters.

In the morning the children will have breakfast with their father.

She only ever asks him one question when he comes back at night, her voice dry with sleep.

“Are you hurt?”

If the answer is no, she sinks into the pillows and they know they can deal with everything else in the morning.

If the answer is a stutter or a silence, Ginny wordlessly rises and fetches her kit under the bathroom sink. By the time the war ends, there is not a single injury that can scare her. By the time they have children, she doesn't even flinch anymore. It’s just blood after all. She cleans him up, cleans the sheets and tucks the duvet tighter around them.

They have seen everything together.

They did not just graze Death with their fingertips. They both shook hands with Death, waved, and turned away, off chasing better dreams and brighter sunrises. It took time. But they figured it out, step by step, in the years that followed the war.

On a stormy night of June, after the Battle, she climbs in his bed for the first time and startles him horribly. His hand dives for his wand under the pillow and he pushes her to the ground with his other arm. Ginny’s head hits the floorboard and Harry’s eyes are wide as he realises what the war has done to him.

Lesson learned. Don’t startle Harry when he’s asleep.

He finally climbs in her own bed. By the end of that wretched summer, they get there. She hears the door creak and lifts the blankets to make room for him. He kisses the nape of her neck and lower between her shoulder blades where Alecto made her carve ‘BLOODTRAITOR’. His hands wander along her body and Ginny relishes in the fact that Harry seeks her comfort as much as she needs his.

Tom continues to invade their minds even after his body is burned on that second morning of May. Sometimes Ginny starts to shake in her sleep, sharp cramps seize up her muscles and she struggles for air. It takes them years to understand how to handle the tremors of the Cruciatus curse. Harry learns to lift her over his shoulder and to carry her to their bathroom, where he lets the cool stream of the shower startle her awake. He knows to increase the temperature slowly to allow the warmth of the water to release the tension in her limbs and clean the tears off her face. Harry holds her under the stream, their night clothes sticking to their skin. He kisses her forehead gently and brushes her hair back from her face.

Like Luna’s beaded dreamcatchers, Harry chases her nightmares away.

She learns to soothe his too.

She learns at the end of her fifth year, when he falls asleep with his head in her lap a couple of times next to the Lake, that Harry is a restless sleeper. He twitches and fidgets and talks. He sometimes mutters a string of syllables and frowns. After the war, she realises he relives the nights that changed his life.

From his lips, Ginny hears James Potter try to give his wife and child enough time to flee.

She hears Lily Potter beg Tom to trade her life for Harry’s.

She hears Tom murder Harry’s parents as the bed rocks from Harry’s shouts.

She knows to turn on all the lights, to pull him in a sitting position, to straddle his hips to keep him still and to hold his wrists tightly. She presses his face to her chest and a cold flannel against his forehead. She holds him close to her heart, whispering that it’s over, that they won, that he did it, that he’s safe, that he’s home.

Ginny gives him the affection and the tenderness that he ached for in Privet Drive. When his breathing evens out, he always, without fail, rises to check on the children. He methodically reviews the doors and the windows, and reinforces the protective perimeter around the house. She teases him about it sometimes, but she knows that he craves the feeling of reassurance; just like she always checks her ink and parchment before writing anything down.

In the morning, when the house is still quiet, they seek relief from each other’s bodies. His gasps and smiles against her freckled skin taste like hope and banish the nightmares. They sink into the thrumming pace of pleasure, listening to the steady rhythm of their heartbeats, their best source of comfort. Cheek to cheek, heavy-lidded murmurs.

Is all well? They’re alive, and that’s enough.

Even when his hair is streaked with white and her joints are sore from years of athleticism, they hold each other close and watch the snow gather on their windowsill. They let the whiteness fall and cover the deafening weight of the war. Their grandchildren’s giggles bounce against the walls of their home.

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(Ignore this post, it’s just fucking... headcanon fluff.)

- Let’s just imagine... what it’d be like, if Enji had been a wholesome dad!

[Calculating 16 years back in the canon: Enji was 30, Toya was 9, Keigo was 7 (Rumi was 11) ]

- Enji saved Keigo from an abusive home, but when the HPSC notices Keigo’s bloody potential and wants to buy him... Enji just - adopts Keigo.

- Rei was angry about his sudden desicion: Because they already had huge responsibility with their other children! - But then she saw the tiny malnourished child who just escaped the abuse, without a home or anyone to turn to- and her heart just snapped.

- Tiny Keigo knew he wasn’t wanted, so he made himself smaller and bowed to her. - But Rei just fell to her knees and hugged him really, really close.

- Toya next to them was like: “Yeah... actually, I wanted a dog - but a bird’s fine too.”

- The whole family went shopping to buy a bunch of wing-fitted kid-clothes. Kei’s just happy to have clothes and’s still too shy to ask for anything specific so fucking Toya ends up deciding what he tries on. Fuyumi next to them is like: “Tou, That’s just black. There’s no color- Wait- I think thats a mini-skirt, what the- What do you want with the lipstick!?” - Enji has to bring half of the clothes back.

- Enji starts to read guidebooks about therapheutic parenting for Keigo, but ends up overwhelming all of his kids with love and attenttion. He talks with Keigo that its okay to cry when he feels like it, but Keigo still just swallows everything down and is scared to make noise.

- Rei and Enji made sure Keigo’d eat and sleep enough, helped him preening his wings and constantly reasurred him that his accidental lil chirps are nothing to be ashamed of.

- But in the first month, instead of playing with his new siblings, Keigo constantly helps with hard work in the house and gardens without getting asked and doesn’t stop until they tell him to. Toya asks him about it at night. Keigo admits that he loves this place more than anything and is horrified of being tossed out again, so he tries to be worth their money.

- Toya punches him (softly, with love) in the face and tells him that he’s part of the family, even if he’d burn down down their house.

- Keigo feels like a stone falling from his chest, but the fear just doesn’t go away. One day he helps Enji do the dishes and he breaks a plate. And his whole world just cracks with that plate. He’s starts trembling and is like- “You can hit me and all, but please don’t toss me out!”

- Toya heared that and he’s like :O And Enji’s like >:O

- And then Toya stares at his father, grabs a plate and smashes it to the floor so it breaks. He grabs Keigo’s hand and screams: “If you wanna punish Kei, you gotta punish me too!”.

- Enji just hugs both of them, holds them really close: “Kei, we won’t ever toss you out, we love you and you’re a Todoroki now. That was just an accident. And Tou- I’d never hurt one of you!” - Touya’s like: “I know, I just wanted to smash a plate”

- After that Enji takes a day off and they all just play in the gardens. And one moment, Keigo just stops and looks at them laughing about a really bad joke he just made and he thinks: “Woa, I’ve a family now!” And he’s so happy, he starts crying. It’s the first time he cried since a long time, and it’s because of joy.

- Enji isn’t the no. 2 hero, since he spends more time with Rei and his kids. So he moves between 2nd and 4th place in the rankings, but he really doesn’t care.

- He is still a kinda-dick to the public, but he actually talks about his family, when you ask him about them. (”Yes, my family is way better than yours. Are you blind?” *Pulls a picture out of his wallet* “Just look at my amazing sons and this pure-hearted angle of a daughter. Now out of the way, my wife said I should grab milk on my way home.”) And when he comes home can’t but smile when he sees Rei and his kids. He is really proud of them.

- Enji helps Natsuo with his homework and he makes soba with Fuyumi, plays referee for a sparring-match between Keigo and Touya. But neither of them accepts their limits or defeat, escalateing their fight until it get’s so heated, that Enji has to put a end to it, because he can’t see his kids hurting each other like this. So he let’s them fight him instead, forcing them to team up, and even though he just fakes defeat, he sees their potential.

- The kids are super scared sometimes that he doesn’t make it home after a huge fight, but Enji always returns to read the bed-time story before giving good-night-hugs, So they don’t have nightmares.

- Shoto is born and he’s allowed to sleep in his parents bed. So the other siblings want the same and they fall asleep in a puppy-family-pile. Enji sleeps half on the floor that night.

- Natsuo sees in a TV documentary that male baby-chickens get often killed instandly after they hatch... And so he freaks out, cries and hugs Keigo, like wanting to protect him. - They need the whole night to reassure him, that Keigo is in fact, not a chicken.

- One day the kids should help move some boxes up the staircase to Enji’s study. - And Keigo’s is like: “We can do that later, right guys? Let’s go see what’s inside first, play with it and then try if we can make it look like we never opened it. That’ll be fun!”; And Toya’s like: “Fucking finally” - Inside were reports about unsolved crime cases in the city. Toya and Keigo talk about it the whole month. They decide that they wanna become heroes together.

- Enji “trains” with Fuyumi, Natsuo, Toya and Keigo - But it’s actually just goofing around and playing villan-attack. (So they know what to do if someone tries to harm them, but he always watches so noone gets hurt.) Toya and Keigo are the only ones to take the play seriously, since they want to become heros for real.

- Enji tells Toya that there’s no need for him to become a hero, if he isn’t fitted for using his quirk. Toya thinks about this, but works out extremly reffined techniques where he uses his fire more defined to avoid burns.

- Toya and Keigo constantly fight about who’s the strongest. (But they are careful not to seriously hurt each other and instandly stop when the other is down. They also teamed up, when a guy in Natsu’s class stalked and tried to bully him. There isn’t much stronger in this world than their big-bro-insticts.)

- Natsuo always cares for their injuries and then Rei gives the two household chores as punishemt.... - And then they fight about who should do the dirtier work.

- Later they met Rumi hanging around in the dangerous parts of the playground and started a fight about a last soda-can. Rumi just obliterated both of them. (since she is 3/6 years older.)

- Toya and Keigo go to UA and both win the sportsfestival first place in their year. They sparr and work-out together with Rumi. They go to different agencies during their internship and try to out-do each other in solved cases.

- They were supposed to babysit Shoto once. The kitched burned.

- Toya becomes a top ranked hero and the todorokis have a big family dinner twice a week. They always cook together and everything is chaotic but in the good way.

- Toya pierces Keigos ears, because Keigo lost a bet. They start a big fight about it on the stage of the Hero-billboard-charts, live on TV. (- But they do team ups on every big mission to keep their backs safe. They’d litterally die giving the other cover.)

- Enji always tries to get team-ups with Toya, but Toya always dodges. (Because it’s kinda fucking embrassing to work with your dad, who has your baby-pictures in his wallet.)

- They are super fucking happy and nothing will ever change that.

EDIT: If anyone feels like writing this into a fic or something... I’d kiss ya feet and read the crap outta that!

EDIT 2: Like, really man. I need that fluff.

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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His Home - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Injury, Blood, Sexual harassment, implied rape, murder, NOT SPELL CHECKED

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: So could you write a husbandbakugo x wifereader where when bakugou is away on a mission or anything, there's a villain who break into his house and kidnapped her (the reader is not a hero). And please be a happy ending :) but the rest is up to you💕

It’s been 2 weeks. 2 weeks too long for Katsuki and his family. Pro Hero Dynamight had been recruited on a mission to stop a drug dealing case out in the states, leaving his beloved son and loving wife behind. Even though Y/N wasn’t a pro herself, she could still take care of herself really well, including their baby boy. After constant reassurance that they’d be fine, Katsuki was okay with leaving for a few days.

A few days. A few days, NOT WEEKS. He had been gone for too long. Of course he trusted his wife to protect herself and their son, but he didn’t want her to have to protect them. After arguing with the chief of the mission, coming to a conclusion, and stopping the entire case himself in desperation of getting home, Dynamight could finally return home to his family. At least....that’s what he thought.

Bakugou drove home quite quickly in hopes of being smothered with love and affection from his son and wife, but as he pulled in, he noticed something was...... off. The porch light wasn’t on, it was too early for the lights in the house to be off, and even the cold chilly air stilled in silence gave him all the indications of something being in distraught. He quickly exited his car and slammed the door shut, forgetting to lock the vehicle as he hurriedly jammed the house key into the lock and busted the door wide open.

“Y/N!....Y/N?!....Katsuo??!” The blonde cried out. When his eyes finally settled to the dark atmosphere, he noticed how the bright moon lighted the house to show the terror that lay in. Glass and plates smashed on the grown, shelves and book cases thrown around, the T.V fallen from above the fireplace that had soot, ash, and stray wood surrounding it. He looked over and saw the couch out of place and on it, his unconscious child covered in scratches. Katsuki quickly ran to him to check on his poor boy.

“Katsuo,” the older blonde exclaimed as he shook his double awake, “please, wake up! Katsuo!” With a final shake, the child finally began to open his eyes and adjust to what he saw. A shadow of a man shaking him.

“Ahhh! Please, please don’t hurt me! Please! I didn’t do anything!” The younger blonde cried out and hugged himself in fear. Katsuki’s heart broke seeing his son in such fear. Who the hell did this to his poor boy.

“Katsuo! No, no, no, no, no. It’s me, it’s dad.” Katsuki reassured his son as he rubbed his back to calm him down. Katsuo turned to the man with teary eyes in shock and relief.

“Dad?” The boy questioned as he got a better look. Once he confirmed it was his father, he jumped into his arms.

“Dad! It’s you!” The boy sobbed into his father’s chest. Katsuki grabbed onto the boy, hugging him tighter as if the world was going to end, as he whispered reassurance into his ear.

“It’s me buddy, it’s me. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?” Bakugou asked as he examined his son’s body. The young blonde had his gray sweats teared, his white socks covered in soot and stains of blood along with his white tee.

As the child wiped his eyes, and looked at his father, he apologized.

“I’m sorry, dad.” The boy looked down in shame. Bakugou was so confused. What could his child be apologizing for at a time like this?

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

Oh, why did his son have to be exactly like him. Katsuki had to hold him once more to tell him it was all okay.

“Katsuo, none of this is your fault.” Bakugou said while holding onto his precious child.

“...These 3 men..they came in with a briefcase and said they wanted to “get something to trade.” They broke open the door as me and mom were watching T.V and told us to go with them. Mom put up a good fight, and I tried to help. I used my quirk to blow up the case they brought with them. After that though, the knocked me out. I see mom is gone, so they must’ve taken her and left me behind. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything else.” The younger blonde said in shame once more.

“Katsuo....I’m so proud of you.” With those words, Katsuo looked up to his father in confusion.

“You’re 5 years old and you took great action to protect yourself and your mom. Not a lot of kids could do what you just did. I’m proud of you, and I’m so glad you’re okay son.” Bakugou said. His child finally showing a smile with a face identical to Katsuki’s and E/C eyes that replicated yours.

“Thanks dad.” The young boy said as his father picked him up.

“Of course. You’ll be an incredible hero in the future. The best of the best. I know it.” Bakugou said as he carried his son to the bathroom. “Let’s wash you up, change your clothes and get you to bed. You had a long night.”

“But what about mom? Shouldnt we go look for her.” Katsuo said in worry.

“Of course we will son. I will do everything in my power to bring her home to us as quickly as possible. That’s a promise, but right now, my priority is making sure everything is straight here at home. You’re mother is the strongest person I know, she will be okay, but I have to take care of you first. Okay?” Bakugou explained.

“Okay dad.”

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When Katsuo was washed up and tucked in bed, Katsuki went downstairs to clean up and fix whatever he could. When he finally saw the horrible sight, terrible thoughts came to mind of what could’ve went down. The longer he thought about it, the closer he was to tears. Y/N and Katsuo are his entire life. If one of them were gone, it would throw his entire being all out of wack. But he had faith in his powerful wife. She can withstand anything they throw at her....but he wasn’t sure how long. Bakugou began to sweep the glass and soot, throw away the broken wood, mop the floors of blood, put the couch and coffee table back into place, and moved the T.V to the side. That could be fixed in the morning. Once he was done, he took a shower and headed to his room for bed.

The Alaskan king sized bed was huge. It was giant, especially for just 2 people and the occasional child, but the love of his life was always right next to him to make the cold, empty bed feel warm and full of love and happiness. Now she’s not here. As Bakugou lays with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, he realized he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He journied out of his bed and to his son’s room. As he opened the door, he saw his child right in front of it as he seemed to have opened it as well.

“Whatcha’ doing bud?” Bakugou asked as he looked down to his mini me.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too cold..... Too scared..... Too lonely.” He son replied. Bakugou internally smiled at how his son and him were so similar. He really was a carbon copy of Bakugou Katsuki, that’s for sure.

“C’mon son,” Bakugou said as he lifted his boy up and walked towards the full sized bed. “We’re gonna need some sleep.” As the two blondes lay side by side, still staring at the ceiling, the younger one spoke up.

“.......Everything’s gonna be okay....right dad?” His son said with a break in his voice and teary eyes. “Mom will come back, and we’ll go back to being the awesome family we always are...right?” The boy said while looking at his father.

Bakugou stared at him for a bit, before pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back.

“I promise, Katsuo.”

The young child quietly sobbed into his fathers chest once more, after holding in all these tears for so long, and held a firm grip on Katsuki’s shirt. As Katsuki held onto his sad son, he too let a few silent tears shed as he hid his face atop of his son’s head.

‘I promise.’ The loving father thought to himself as he kissed the top of the boy’s head and held him a little tighter than before.

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It’s been 3 days. 3 days too long for Katsuki and his worried son. They’ve been apart from Y/N for 3 days and are worried sick. After the two woke up from that sad night, Bakugou called in the Bakusquad to help find Y/N. The squad was lucky enough to be able to find DNA evidence and find out exactly who was in the house. Through the power of the internet and high tech power, they were able to track the villains and gather intel. Where they stay, what they do, their quirks, and where their base is. They’ve taken a very knowledgeable guess and estimate to find out where Y/N was, and now it was time to come up with a plan. They’ve been working for a few days and Bakugou was starting to get frustrated.

“AGH! WE’RE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Hey man, don’t you think it’s time we go to the agency and get their help and permission on this?” His best friend asked.

“I would love to get more help, especially from the agency, but there’s too many rules with them for a case like this. We have to go off the books to find Y/N, because when we do, nobody and no rules are gonna stop me from killing the idiots who thought it was okay to touch my wife!” Bakugou screamed out.

“Well you do realize how illegal this is right? We’re heroes, we’re supposed to abide by the law, stop those who break it, and kinda enforce it too.” Mina said.

“We were Y/N’s friends and family before we were pro heroes. If you’re too scared to go on, I won’t force you to continue, but nothing is going to stop me.” Bakugou calmly said.

As the silence filled the room, everyone bowed their heads. They were all confused and scared and worried for their dear Y/N.

“......How’s Katsuo taking this?” Kaminari asked.

“For a 5 year old, really well. Since I dropped him off with Deku and Round Face, he’s had other things to do but I’m sure his mom is all he could think about....I made my son a promise and I’m going to keep it. I’m gonna get her back.” Bakugou said.

With that, another silence fell upon the room. The squad came up with multiple plans but they all had major flaws. The one with the biggest risk however, would be the most efficient one. After thinking about it and having it in the backs of their minds, Kirishima spoke.

“Bakugou, let’s go with your plan.” The entire group looked up at the faux red in shock.

“Kirishima are you crazy?!” Mina asked.

“People will die if we go through with it. People who don’t deserve death as a final punishment!” Sero added on.

“Well Y/N is gonna die if we don’t do something about it right now. We have the best option right now, and yeah, it’s not the most holy, but it’s what we got! Do we wanna save our friend or not?!” Kirishima exclaimed.

After exchanging some looks and nods of agreement, the group was in. They were so lucky they weren’t doing this by the books.

“Okay then. Cover our tracks, don’t leave behind any evidence, and nobody get caught. We keep a steady flow and waste no movements. Get in, save Y/N, get out.” Bakugou explained while standing up.

“Let’s go save my wife.”

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Here we are. The Bakusquad right infront of the warehouse they were keeping Y/N in. How did they get here? Bakugou’s plan of course. Go in to the HQ, demand answers, kill when getting no answers, kill when you got the answers. Kill, Kill, Kill. Blood now stained the hands of the Bakusquad both literally and figuratively. Whatever it takes to save her.

As Bakugou blew down the door with an explosion, multiple men came attacking the 5 heroes. Each henchman and goon getting killed in the process. When the crowd of people was left to just the pros, they looked around and saw Y/N right in the middle of the room. Her arms were being held up to suspend her and she was barely moving. Her body left in nothing but her panties and bra, her torso covered in blood and gashes, her arms littered with tears in the skin, her body covered in bruises, and her legs filled with cuts. The sight was torture to Bakugou as he attempted to run out to her.

“Y/NNN!!!” The blonde said as he sprinted towards his hurt wife, however, he was stopped.

“Come any closer and I’ll slash her pretty little throat.” Said a man as he showed up behind Y/N, coming out of the shadows and keeping Bakugou at bay.

Bakugou growled in frustration before speaking. “Let her go! Please! I’ll give you anything!” He bargained.

“Oh I know you will. That’s the whole reason why we took this gorgeous thing right here,” the man said while tilting your head to make you face him. Bakugou saw your blurred eyes stare right at the man in a dull manner. You were almost gone. “We want......well....we just want nothing to be honest. What we really want is you gone, but we’re aware we can’t kill you. None of us stand a chance against Dynamight BUT, there’s more than one way to destroy a person. When I kill your wife, your heart and soul, I’d be destroying you. Dynamight wouldn’t be able to function without his precious girl, and would be a shit hero because of it. More crime to the villains.”

Bakugou grunted at the whole thing, shaking in his boots. His dear wife, right there infront of him and he couldn’t do shit. Bakugou really got ticked on when the man spoke of what they did to Y/N.

“Don’t her scars look beautiful? She had the most melodious screams. It made the lot of my men wonder how she would sound in bed,” the smirked at he went to grab at Y/N’s breast.

“You bastard! Get your hands off my wife!” Bakugou screamed.

“That’s fine, I, along with others, have already had our fun with Y/N. Her pussy is completely stretched out now.” The man said with a smirk.

Bakugou saw red. “You fuckers RAPED MY Y/N?!???!!!!” The villain only smirked towards Bakugou before holding silence for a few seconds.

“Her cries were quite lovely,” the man said as he licked Y/N’s lips and kissed her. Everyone could see Y/N flinch and struggle to get away from the nasty attack. And they couldn’t do anything about it.

As the villain went on, Chargebolt noticed something. Rubber boots! How could he forget! After being on so many missions together, the Bakusquad all agreed the bottoms of their hero costumes should consist of rubber, so Denki could do his attack through the floor without hurting them. So with the villain distracted and back to talking, Denki shot 4 million volts into the floor, shocking the man, hearing him scream in pain. When Denki stopped the attack, the man was left there standing, still alive of course, but weak enough for Bakugou to take his anger out on him. Denki is such a good friend.

Bakugou blasted off and went straight to the man, grabbing his throat and beating him. He littered his with bruises and let the man experience all types of pain. It was a brutal murder and Bakugou ended it with grabbing the man’s neck and blasting him right then and there. It was over. It was done.

As Katsuki ran towards Y/N, he told the squad to clear the place of any proof they were there. Once he reached his wife and got her down and held her close and cried.

“K-Katsuki..” Y/N said weakly. Bakugou held her closer in his lap as he cried into her hair.

“I-...I’m here Y/N. I-it’s ok, I’m here. I got you....it’s over now.” Bakugou felt Y/N snuggle into him as she let a sigh of relief and comfort. Bakugou was too busy crying and saying his apologies. He couldn’t hear his sweet wife utter the most important phrase she had to say at the moment.

“Thank you.” She softly whimpered out.

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It took a few days for Y/N to be fixed up again. The rape was hard on Y/N, but that’s okay because Bakugou was willing to wait for her whenever she felt ready. He was just happy to have his family back together....well..almost. After having multiple appointments with recorvery girl and extra TLC at home, Y/N was ready to get her son back. The drive to Deku’s house would be excruciating. Y/N just wanted to hold her baby boy in her arms and feel his love.

“You ready?” Bakugou asked with a smile as he saw Y/N looking at herself in the mirror. She returned the smile and walked up to her husband, embracing him in a loving hug, which he gladly returned.

“Thank you....for everything, hero.” Y/N smiled with the side of her face pressed against his chest. Bakugou kissed the top of her head before speaking.

“I love you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou smiled.

“....Yeah...well not as much as I love you.” She said back with sass.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open at that comment.

“Is that a challenge shitty woman?!” Bakugou said while shaking her at her shoulders. Y/N only giggled before speaking.

“Nope, a challenge would be who gets to drive the new car to pick up Katsuo!” Y/N said while taking the keys out of Katsuki’s hand and running off.

“Wha- but-.....BUT I WANNA DRIVE IT!” He said like a child. The two tussled for the right to drive and laughed as they finally got to be together as the loving couple they are.

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As Bakugou drove, Y/N held onto his hand. They were both smiling and couldn’t wait to be a happy family again.

“I’ve missed him so much..” Y/N said aloud.

Bakugou looked at her with content before speaking.

“And he’s missed you, Teddy Bear. We both did. It didn’t feel right with you gone.” He said while picking up your hand and giving it a kiss.

“Well I’m back now.” You said while smiling.

“And everything is almost perfect, we just need to get one more thing.” Katsuki said as he pulled into Deku’s driveway.

When the green haired hero opened the door for the couple, his eyes sparkled with joy and relief.

“Y/N! You’re safe!” The young pro said while embracing you.

“Safe and ready to see my son!” You said with excitement.

“He’s upstairs in his room. I don’t think he woke up yet, oh and I’m sorry Ochako isn’t here. She would’ve loved to see you back home, safe.” Deku said with a smile as he made way for you both.

“No worries, I’ll give her a call,” you said as you dragged Bakugou’s hand up the stairs. Before you continued, you turned to look at Deku.

“Thank you for taking care of Katsuo while we were gone, Izuku. It means a lot to us.” You said with appreciation and friendly love.

Deku nodded with a smile as he gestured for you to continue your journey to your son. As you walked into the room, you saw him with messy bed hair, a little drool on his mouth, and covered in blankets. The sight of him almost brought you to tears. As Bakugou closed the door, you sat in his bed just petting his head, waiting for Bakugou to join you. With Katsuki now by your side, you shook the little boy gently until he stirred awake.

“Katsuo...I missed you, love.” You whispered.

“Wha...huh?” Katsuo said, while looking around. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw an Angel. His mother right next to him, giving him the kindest smile he’s ever seen. With tears in his eyes, he jumped on her, giving her the biggest hug.

“MOM!!!” The boy loudly sobbed as he held onto you tight. The moment was perfect. The light shining in on the room, a mother and son embracing each other, and tears of joy all around.

“Hi baby. I’m home.” You sighed as you held him tighter. “I’m so sorry if I worried you, Katsuo.”

“N-no, it’s okay. Dad p-romised me you’d be back. H-he promised he would bring you b-back and dad always keeps hi-s promises.” Katsuo said while trying to fight the little hiccups coming his way.

“He really does, doesn’t he?” You said while looking over at your husband. His eyes were filled with tears and he was smiling so much his cheeks were turning red.

“I-I love you both, so damn much.” Katsuki said with breaks in his voice. He leaned into to hold the two in his arms as he teared up along side with them. The family all together again, the love for one another stronger than ever before.

Bakugou thought they should be getting home soon, but that word seemed to mess with him. Home. It wasn’t a big mansion or the buildings that could be considered a house. His home was all right here in his arms. His home consisted of his wife and his son. His home are the two people in his life that mattered most to him. His home is right here, with them. No matter where they are, where they go, or what happens, Y/N Bakugou and Katsuo Bakugou will always be his home.

A/N: y’all I’m sorry if this sucked😭 I started this about a week ago, and took a minor break and wasn’t able to finish it. I finally did, and it’s kinda sloppy but I hope you enjoyed it none the less. I really just wanted to get it out bc the person that requested it was waiting for awhile so I felt so bad but HERE IT ISSS!! I hope you enjoy it. I’m sorry for the delay. See you soon Bear Cubs! 💗🧸

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mandospace · 3 years

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Cuun aliit morut'yc (Din Djarin x Reader)

Request: hi heard your requests are open and I was wondering if I could request mando x reader ? Maybe reader is having a nightmare and calls out for him or something ? Thank you 💕✨

Requested By: @theichabbieclub

Word Count: 1,873

Warnings: Violence, sligh swearing, racism/microaggression??(Gideon is an ass, you’ll see what I mean), nightmares, fluff.

A/N: It has been so long since I’ve posted anything, and I am so sorry for that. College has been kicking my butt recently since it is my last semester and there is just not enough time in the day for me to get everything done. Also sorry that it’s so short and being posted so late. Anyways, I hope you like it and my requests are open! Or you can also just drop by to say hello :)

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You had to find them.��

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins, pushing your legs to move faster down the dark corridor. At every door you slammed on the breaks, flung it open, and scanned the room for your missing family. With every empty room, the feeling of dread settled deeper.

“No, no, no,” you repeat to yourself, flinging open another door. Empty. Feet scrambled to the next one. Empty, again. They had to be here, right? Logic and reason told you that they had to be here, somewhere, in this giant starship. Your family hidden from you.

Another door, another empty room. Dread soon replaced the adrenaline that was pumping through your veins. It was like you could feel it’s icy grip on you, freezing every cell in your body. Your heart beat faster in your chest, trying to keep the icy tendrils at bay. It was no use, they were gone— gone from you forever and there was nothing that you could do about it.

Just as you were about to accept your lonely fate and let the numbness set in, you heard it— a small, tiny giggle. Immediately your head snapped up and to the left. You knew that laugh, that giggle— it was one you heard from your adopted son every time you played hide and seek with him.

Your boots scrambled for purchase on the shiny waxed floor and you chased after the sound. With every turn you could hear it getting louder— more full and heartier. Tears started to wet the corner of your eyes at the idea that you almost found him— your ad’ika.

The laughter was coming from behind a black door, identical to the others. It finally slid open and you saw him— a little green thing dressed in his brown sack. The bottom was torn and one of his little feet was sticking out of it— you and Din had sewn it together to protect his feet once he started walking. Your heart tugged at the memory. The tears began to flow freely.

“Oh, ad’ika,” you breathed out in relief. You fell to your knees to scoop up the little bean but he seemed to disappear right under your fingertips— like a mirage or a hologram. Confusion replaced the relief you once felt.

A ‘tsk-ing’ sounded from behind you and you spun around on your knees. From the shadows emerged Moff Gideon, holding your son in his arms. Grogu had small handcuffs around his tiny wrists and a muzzle over his small mouth. His ears dropped in sadness.

“Let go of him!” the snarl ripped through your chest and before you could lunge out at him, four stormtroopers had their blasters trained on you.

“Now, is that any way to address your superior?” Gideon smirked down at you, stepping further into the dim light of the room.

“You’re not my superior. You are the scum of the galaxy. You aren’t even worth bantha shit.”

“Ouch,” he chuckled patronizingly at you. “You really should watch your mouth, girl. Especially since I have your son and Mandalorian.”

The mention of Din must have made you react or something because shortly after Gideon was back to laughing at you. The stormtroopers moved in on you, blasters trained at your head while the door slid open. Another trooper dragged something behind him, and to your shock and horror you realized the thing he was dragging was Din’s limp body.

“Mand—” before the words even fully left your mouth a trooper was swinging the back of his hand towards your face, backhanding you. Blood filled your mouth.

Din laid in a heap of beskar, unmoving and lifeless. Your eyes searched his form for any type of injury. He was barely breathing— his chest only raising slightly. You turned back to Gideon.

“What did you do to him?”

“You should be more worried about what I will do to him than what I already have done, girl,” Gideon stepped closer to Din’s unconscious body, giving him a swift kick to the ribs. A horrible crunching sound reverberated through the room.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” tears flowed past your cheeks. “Please.”

Gideon just smiled ruefully at you while he knelt down next to Din’s limp body. He leaned in close to his helmeted face. “Did you hear that, Mando? Your girl is begging me to not hurt you. Should I listen to her?”

“Please.”

“Okay, then,” Gideon stood up but not before nudging Din’s helmet with his boot. “Maybe she’d prefer if I hurt your child?”

“NO!” the cry was ripped from your chest. Gideon had grabbed Grogu by the back of his sack and gave him a shake. His small whimpers and big eyes broke your heart into a million pieces. “Please, no. Please, do something to me instead. Don’t hurt my family, please.”

“Interesting proposition, but no.” Gideon tossed Grogu to the ground next to his father. You went to move towards them but was met with blasters poking your back. “Why would I hurt you— physically, at least— when I can hurt my most hated adversary?”

Immediately the blasters that were trained on you moved to Din. “No, please, no!”

“It’s a package deal for me, it really is,” Gideon sauntered towards you, crouching on his haunches. His gloved hand gripped your jaw and forced you to look him in the eyes. “I first will kill the child that turned out to be a waste of my efforts. Then, as you are sobbing over your dead child, I kill Mando as he watches his— what do you people call it? Riduur?” the Mando’a wraps distastefully around his tongue. “Well, whatever it is— I kill him in a merciful act to put him out of his misery. And then that leaves you, whom I will drop off on some desolate moon to live out the rest of your days knowing you couldn’t have done a damn thing to change the outcome.”

Your eyes widened in horror at his plan. “You’re a monster!”

“No, girl,” Gideon stood. “I’m Empire.”

He motioned with his hands and suddenly all of the blasters were trained on your son.

“NO!” your cries tumbled past your lips and onto deaf ears. “Please, no! Mando, wake up! Mando!”

“Say goodbye to your family.”

The remaining troopers grabbed you by the arms and forced you to watch what was about to happen. You struggled in their grasp but it was no use. “Mando! D-Din! Din, wake up! Din! DIN!”

Time slowed down and a single red plasma beam streaked towards your son. “DIN!”

“Cyare, wake up.”

You felt someone shaking you but you were still frozen in place, watching your life be destroyed.

“Cyar’ika, please,” Din’s voice seemed to be coming from behind you, but that made no sense— he was currently on the floor in front of you, motionless. “Come back to me.”

It was those four words that pulled you from your nightmare. Eyes flying open, you were met with the dark interior of the ship, not the Imperial starship you thought you were on. Your breaths came quickly and your heart raced. You searched the area for Din and gasped when you felt his warm touch on your arm.

“Din,” you cried and flung your arms around his neck. He immediately pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. The cold beskar and the warmth of his exposed neck grounded you— he was still dressed from the day’s earlier hunt, sans his glove and helmet. His scent enveloped you and the feeling of his tousled locks under your fingertips brought you back to reality.

“Are you alright?” he pressed his lips to your hairline and rubbed soothing circles into your back. When you shook your head and buried your face further into his neck, he picked up his motions. “Shhhh, it's okay. I have you. I’m here.”

You hadn’t noticed but you began to shake violently in Din’s arms as the sobs wracked through your body. Din just held you tighter, pressed kisses to your forehead, and whispered soothing Mando’a in your ear.

After you had calmed down a bit, you pulled back from Din who’s neck and cowl was now soaked with your tears. His brown eyes searched yours and his warm palm cupped your cheek, his thumb lightly grazing your cheekbone. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You didn’t want to talk about ‘it’ in fear that you would break down at the memory of your son being shot. Your son!

“Din, where’s Grogu?” your voice came out high and panicked. You could feel the anxiety gripping your heart.

“He’s in his pram, sleeping,” both of his hands were cupping your face now. His forehead dropped to yours in a Keldabe kiss. “He’s fine, he’s safe. I’m safe. You’re safe. Our aliit is safe.”

“I—I need to see him,” your words still held a sense of panic. “Hold him.”

“Of course, Cyare,” Din pressed his lips to yours briefly— reassuring you that he would be right back. When he returned with a grumpy looking frog in his arms— not happy that he was woken from his sleep— the tears streaming down your face were no longer from sorrow but joy.

“Oh, my ad’ika!” you reached out for your son and took him from his father’s arms. At seeing his mother, Grogu let out a small chirp of happiness. You held him tightly to your chest and placed kisses all over his wrinkly green forehead. Grogu must have sensed your distress because he started to pat your cheek with his tiny hand.

Din took his place next to you and pulled you back onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping tightly around his family. Grogu curled into your chest and you curled into Din’s.

“We’re safe, ner riduur,” his warm lips pressed against your forehead. “Cuun aliit morut'yc.”

“I was so scared, Din,” you whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your sleeping child’s head. You met Din’s eyes. “It was awful.”

“I know, Cyare,” he resumed rubbing soothing circles into your back. “You were calling out for me in your sleep, screaming my name. You only do that when it’s really bad.”

“Oh,” this was news to you. You never knew that you talked in your sleep. “Sorry.”

“No, do not be sorry, Riduur,” Din grabbed your chin and tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I will always be there for you when you need me. Remember our vows? ‘Mhi me'dinui an— we will share all.’ That includes sharing your fears and sorrows. You don’t have to face them alone, Riduur.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din.”

The smallest smile formed on his lips. He would never tire of hearing you say that. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

He leaned in and captured your lips in a soft kiss— one that said everything left unspoken. How Din would always be there for you. How he would protect you and your small clan of three. How he would fight till his dying breath to keep you safe and happy. You were his family, his aliit, and no amount of bad dreams would take that away from him.

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MANDO’A TRANSLATIONS:

Cyare = beloved

Cyar’ika = darling, sweetheart

Riduur = partner, spouse, husband, wife

Ner riduur = my partner, spouse, husband, wife

Ad’ika = little one, son, daughter

Aliit = family

Cuun aliit morut'yc = our family is safe

Mhi me'dinui an = we will share all; a part of the Mandalorian marriage vows

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum = I love you

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dreamywriterinthedark · 3 years

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Recess sobs and bedtime resolutions

Pairing: fem!Reader x Spencer

Request: Ok so the reader is a psychologist and is married to spencer and they have a 5 year old daughter who gets in trouble for punching a kid because they picked on her because they didn't beleive her dad was in the fbi If that makes sense any who if you don't write this i get it I just want to see speancers reaction

Trigger warnings: bullying, physical violence. (let me know if i forgot something)

Category: fluff, slight angst.

A/N: thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it. The daughter sounds a bit older than 5, in my head she’s in the early stages of elementary school. Let me know what you think about it! I’d be glad to receive some feedback. (Btw I hurt my own feelings writing this, you can’t even imagine...)

You were in your office, a typical Tuesday afternoon until you heard your office phone ring once more. You held up your finger to make your client pause what they were saying, you picked up the phone only to hang up.

“I apologise for the inconvenience. Now where were we ?” you said trying to get your client comfortable again despite the ringing. As she was about to speak up again, your cellphone rang, Spencer’s name lit up your screen and that’s when you were starting to get concerned.

“I’m so sorry I have to get that.” You said exiting the office to take the call. You were happy to hear your significant other’s voice nonetheless you knew he wouldn’t normally call you during working hours.

“Hi darling, is everything okay ?”

“No, not really. The school called, there’s an emergency.” he responded wrapping his scarf around his neck as he was making his way to the elevator.

“What happened ?” you asked getting more and more worried.

“She punched a classmate in the face. Can you believe it ?!” he pressed the button 0 waving goodbye to his coworkers.

“What ? Our daughter? Jane ? Are you sure it’s not her evil twin ?”

“Eviler twin you mean ? No offense, Y/n, but if she had one, I’m pretty sure you would remember…”

“Alright, I’ll tell my secretary to cancel all my appointments for the day. I’ll meet you there.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.” You answered before hanging up. You made it a little bit of a rule to yourself to never say ‘goodbye’ to him because you thought that if you did it may increase the chances of you never seeing him again. You knew it was a bit silly but with all those times he was close to death, you’d believe in any superstition if that meant he would get home safe.

After taking care of your client and letting your secretary handle the rest, you hurried out of your office to drive to your daughter’s elementary school.

You pushed the interphone button, once you were allowed entrance you walked to the principal’s office. You softly knocked, when the door opened it showed Spencer sitting in a chair right across the desk, next to it was an empty chair meant for you.

“I’m sorry, I came as I soon as I could.” you apologized.

“Well, I assume you’re Jane’s mother. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Principal Walker.” he greeted shaking your hand. As you sat down, Spencer gave you his best polite white smile.

“Do you know what you’re here for ?” he inquired.

“You said our daughter was involved in a conflict with a student...” you answered.

“Your daughter punched a student in the face.” He said bluntly.

“Right…”

“Are you sure it’s Jane ?” Spencer asked still struggling to believe it.

“Wait until you see her knuckles...”

Spencer put his face in his hands in defeat, you rubbed his shoulder to bring him comfort.

“What happened exactly ?” you asked.

“Well, it was during the 10AM break. Jane went out to play with her classmates when a boy started arguing with her. Next thing we hear is a scream, the boy is on the floor crying.”

You and Spencer both looked at each other with an immense look of stupor.

“The boy, did he bully her ?” Spencer asked trying to find some innocence in the sweet child of his.

“Not that we know of.” answered the principal.

“Is he okay though ?” you questioned.

“Yes, just a minor injury. He went back home.”

You nodded, “So what happens next ?”

“We are giving her a warning but the next time something like this happens there will be harsher consequences than a simple punishment. Understood ?”

“Yes. we understand. Thank you for your time, sir.” you said as you rose up from your chair. Spencer and you both exited the room finding your daughter in the waiting lounge looking guilty as ever. You saw Spencer’s face look puzzled and hostile. To torture your daughter with even more guilt you told her to ride back home with her dad which she did not love but couldn’t protest.

Spencer hardly spoke to Jane the entire drive. He was dry, so much it looked like he ignored her. Jane was desperate to get him to talk to her.

“Please, dad. Don’t be mad at me!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” those words he pronounced cut like a knife. You knew that by seeing her dad’s reaction she would become aware of the gravity of her actions. And he actually wasn’t mad, at least not until he saw her pouting face. He loved her too much to be angry.

“Okay but can you just talk to me!” she whined.

“Oh we will, back home with your mom.”

That car ride lasted longer for Jane than usual. No music, no anecdotes nor laughs, just plain silence and introspection while gazing at the landscape.

Your house was in the suburbs near a forest, Spencer had all sorts of scientific arguments as to why living near nature was beneficial but you just loved the paysage before your eyes when taking your morning coffee. The location was perfect; in nature which means less pollution, noise and lower criminal rates yet a short car ride from the city which was full of cultural spots and with high quality education.

Jane tried to run up the stairs in hope to avoid her parents’ correction but was interrupted by your strict toned voice; “Not so fast, young lady.”

She shut her eyes stopping dead in her tracks, she lifted her stuffed animal and said to it “It was nice knowing you, fluffy.” She then turned around and sat on the couch.

Spencer was pacing around, “Why did you do it ?” He asked his daughter his voice slightly higher than before. She started melting in tears which truly pained him. You walked up to her, as you were sat on the couch next to her you started stroking her arm and drying her tears.

“It’s okay. We’re just trying to understand why you did that. There’s no way you would’ve done it without a reason.” you told her.

“Jeremy kept making fun of me…” she struggled to get out whimpering.

“How long has he been making fun of you ?” Spencer asked.

“Since Valentine’s day when everyone was exchanging cards but my box was empty.” You glanced at Spencer in shock of how long you hadn’t known your daughter was getting bullied, silently suffering.

“Honey, I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” you reassured her kissing her cheek and running your hands through her hair. “But what happened exactly that made you punch him ?”

“He made fun of dad, he wouldn’t believe he was in the FBI.” She answered tilting her head up. “I asked him to stop but he wouldn’t so I defended myself.” she affirmed seeming not so guilty anymore. You unwrapped your arms from her giving her a frown.

“That’s not how you deal with problems.” Spencer said sitting on the low table across the couch.

“Yeah, you could’ve talked to us first but you didn’t even try. You know you can tell us everything ?” You backed him up.

“I know but I thought I could deal with this problem on my own. You guys always seem so good at it. And I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

You glanced at Spencer both slightly smiling at each other.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my job at the FBI is that violence is never the answer. It’s only justifiable if it’s legitimate defence; when you life is in danger.”

“Dad, do you still love me ?” she asked watching her feet swinging on the edge of the couch.

“Of course, I love you. I always will, no matter what.” he responded taking hold of her hand. “Okay?” She nodded. She didn’t seem to understand that punching someone is wrong. You needed to have a talk with Spencer;

“Now go to your room and do your homework, we’ll talk punishment tomorrow morning.” You said.

“But-“ she protested.

“No buts, go to your room.” You ordered.

You joined Spencer on the couch, he looked completely defeated. “Hey, are you alright ?” You asked him while taking a seat next to him. “Yes.” He answered a bit too quickly. “I mean…No…Not really.” You knew exactly why he was feeling like this. “It’s not your fault, Spence.” you reassured him playing with his hair.

“This whole time…And I didn’t know she was struggling. What kind of father am I ?”

“I come home every night and I didn’t know about this. It’s not because of your job, it’s not because of us. I’m blaming the school, here. They’re the ones who are supposed to prevent bullying from happening.”

He rummaged his hair with his hands whilst his elbows rested on his knees.

“Plus it’s a good sign, she doesn’t get along with kids her age…” you said slightly smirking.

“How?!” Spencer asks slightly irritated due to his public middle school flashbacks.

“It’s a sign of high intellectual potential. Her emotional age is too advanced for kids her age to understand, they tend to be too insensitive for her. She believes animals and inanimate objects have emotions and that they are intelligent. She talks to her stuffed animal like it’s a pet. She took the pepperonis out of her pizza! Also she has an enormous amount of creativity and she’s highly sensitive to her surroundings. Have you seen how she profiled your every move and suddenly her emotions followed ? Just like you she’s protective of the ones she loves. She only punched that kid because he wasn’t exactly talking highly of you…”

“So you’re saying…”

“Our daughter could be a genius.”

“As mother as daughter.” he complimented with a smirk.

“Oh come on we know who’s the genius here!” you said slapping his shoulder playfully.

You both chuckled. You kept talking for at least half an hour to come up with a plan you both agreed to. It’s not good for a child to watch their parents disagree.

~slight time lapse~

An hour after dinner, you went up to your daughter’s bedroom as it was her bedtime. You leaned on the door frame admiring Spencer, sat next to Jane on her bed, reading a story to her about conflict to teach her what to do in the type of situations she got in. He learned that from you since you were a psychologist. He admired how resourceful and clever you were. He couldn’t be more proud to have you as his significant other and the mother of his child. Your foot made a cracking noise on the hard wood floor which caught Jane attention.

“Mommy! Come!” she exclaimed shaking her little hands.

“What’s up?” you ask sitting next to the bed.

“Me and dad were reading this book you got me and now i understand. I’m sorry for not coming to you first. I just didn’t like what they said about dad.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter what people think of you. Seeking validation from people can be so unhealthy. If you keep bottling up your emotions you’re going to explode like a bomb and that’s no good.”

“Can you forgive me, mommy ?”

“Of course. You’re still growing, as long as you learn from your mistakes I’m confident you’re going to be alright.” You answered squeezing her hand. Spencer watched in awe, it reminded him how in love with you he is.

“Yes, please don’t ever do that again!” he said a bit too quickly with a high pitched voice that made you all burst in laughter.

“Alright, you should get some sleep.” you told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and tucking her in; “Good night, my love.”

Spencer kissed her temple and set aside the little book he was reading to her wishing her good night as well. You walked out switching the lights off. As you walked down the stairs you asked Spencer to stop in his tracks pointing your finger up; Jane was talking to her stuffed animal. You both had to muffle your laughs. The future looked bright.

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cap-winter-barnes · 3 years

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What They Did To You (August Walker x Reader)

Mission Impossible: Fallout spoilers ahead (sort of)!!

A/N: This is an AU in which August comes home. I just had this idea of a really soft, loving, family-oriented August in my head and I absolutely fell in love with it.

Warnings: Like one swear word & mentions of injury

Buy Me a Coffee

During this time of the year, the English countryside becomes increasingly colder, almost seemingly out of nowhere. It’s as though, as the last days of September approach, that the sun decides it no longer wishes to provide the beautiful warmth it had during the summer months.

The sky outside is a darkening grey as you stare absentmindedly out of the window of your bedroom, the view still beautiful looking upon the expanse of greenery to the front of your property.

Moving to England had been the best decision for you, especially under the circumstances. You first occupied your quaint, sheltered home the previous year, in the midst of the Autumn season – the surrounding areas of the cottage you so adore, instantly made you feel at home amongst the beauty of the countryside.

You love the season so much so, that you bestowed its name upon the small bundle nestled safely in your arms, barely a month old.

Your little Autumn.

Such a small, delicate thing, with ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. As soon as you saw that positive pregnancy test gripped between your shaking fingers, you vowed to protect and love her with your life – nothing could change that. A dusting of dark hair adorns her head and that accompanied by the beautiful ocean blue of her eyes, makes her a spitting image of her father. Your husband.

A husband you wish makes a safe return home, to you. To both of you. Despite his work and his beliefs, you still love the man the world has begun to fear – albeit under the guise of John Lark. The last you saw of him was a week before you gave birth to Autumn – he was flying to Berlin to infiltrate the CIA – that was all the information he had given you. That and the promise to come home safely. Yet weeks later, you fear the worst, spending any chance you can sparing glances out the window, expecting him pull up the driveway at any moment.

Your peace is suddenly interrupted by the incessant ringing of your phone, panic causing your heart to weigh heavily in your chest. There are only two people that have this number – your mother and August. Yet he never calls whilst on work duty, unless in an emergency, which has never occurred previously.

Autumn stirs in your arms, her small fists raising into the air in a stretch, soft gurgles escape her mouth as she begins to wake. Taking her dummy from the coffee table, you gently ease it between her lips, soothing her into silence as you reach for your phone. With unsteady fingers, you answer.

The voice on the other end of the call, you do not recognise, yet you know that he is an ally of August’s, his tone too reassuring to be a threat.

“Mrs Walker, your husband is alive.” You sense there is more that he’s not saying.

“Where is he?” You pull Autumn closer to your chest, a need within you to protect her even more so than before.

“He’s safe and will be on a private jet home within the hour, ma’am.”

“What aren’t-“

The call ends and you feel nauseous. Something is clearly wrong that they do not want you to know. Yet all you can do, is sit and wait for the return of your husband.

At quarter to midnight, nine hours after you received that dreaded call, you hear the sound of tyres on gravel nearing your home. Vacating your bed and ensuring that Autumn is soundly sleeping in her cot, you make your way to the window overlooking your driveway.

You are met with the sight of three Range Rovers, black in colour with tinted windows. As soon as the second car comes to a halt, the rear passenger swings open and, in a rush, out steps your husband. Despite not being able to distinguish his features, you know it is him.

Without further hesitation you remove yourself quickly from the window, uncaring of the fact you wear only a pair of black underwear and one of August’s button-up shirts. You have barely made it halfway down the staircase before the door flies open, revealing the silhouette of the man you love.

There is the briefest of pauses before you both instinctively move towards each other. August envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly against his body as you grip the back of his shirt in your fists. Heavy sobs escape from your mouth as you revel in the feel of his warmth against your skin, the sensation of his hands on your clothed back. A forceful, yet loving kiss is placed on the crown of your head as August takes in the scent of your hair, missing the smell of your shampoo in the time that he has been gone.

As if only realising, August pulls away, a gasp leaving his lips as his strong hands gently caress your stomach – the last time he saw or felt your body, was with a full-term bump.

“Is-“

You cannot see his face clearly in the darkness of the hallway, but you can just make out that his attention is directed towards the top of the staircase.

“August, come and meet our daughter.”

The intake of breath that you hear from him causes a flutter in your chest. He had confessed to you, the day you revealed your pregnancy to him, that he hoped it would be a girl. A girl for him to cherish and spoil, to protect and love with his entire being.

As you are about to ascend the stairs, you reach for the light-switch, yet August’s hand stops you.

“No lights, please. I don’t want to wake her.”

“August, the light will be-“

“Please.” There is something different in his voice, if you were to guess it would seem like distress. But too caught in the moment of finally introducing August to your daughter has you brushing the thought aside.

“Okay. Take my hand.”

August takes your hand in his, his thumb dancing across your skin. As you reach your bedroom, you ignore turning the light on and continue further into the room. Before your reach her cot, August halts, reluctantly releasing your hand.

“Darling, are you okay?”

Clearing his throat, you can make out a nod of his head.

“Let me just clean myself up first.”

You watch as he retreats to your en-suite, closing the door behind him, save for a fraction that allows you to see the light turn on. But as you catch just a small amount of his reflection in the mirror, you feel sick.

“August?” The raised whisper of his name startles him and as he catches your expression through means of the mirror he curses.

“Shit.”

Moving quickly, you enter the bathroom and turn your husband to face you. Immediately, tears spring to your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry.”

He can hardly meet your gaze as he speaks, voice rough and broken.

The red, raw skin of the right-side of his face looks painful and you cannot help but think that this is in its healing stages, dreading to picture the sight immediately after the damage was caused.

“This is why you didn’t want the lights on, isn’t it.” A moment passes before he nods his head twice, a sombre expression on his face. Your hand reaches for the unaffected skin on his left side, taking his cheek in his palm, you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone, grazing his eyelashes in the process. August closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your gentle touch.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“What happened?” At your interruption he meets your eyes, your gaze unwavering as your heart breaks at seeing him so vulnerable like this.

“Engine fuel.” More tears slip from your eyes as you now close them. With both hands August cups your face in his palms, wiping the tears away as he does so.

“I can’t stand the sight of myself, but just knowing that I have been able to come home to you, has me counting my lucky stars. I am truly sorry that-“

“Stop apologising, August. You’re home now and that’s what matters, I just hate seeing you in pain. This,” you gesture to the damaged skin, will not change how much I love you.”

His response is a soft chuckle before he places a chaste kiss to your lips, lingering briefly.

“If it’s any consolation, I can’t feel a thing – now anyway.” A swift, yet gentle slap is delivered to his bicep as you push yourself away from him playfully. This is the way it has always been between the two of you – the way it is supposed to be. “Now if you don’t mind, dear wife, I would love to meet our daughter.”

You both smile as you kiss him again. Pulling away you lead him across the room to the cot beside the window, turning the lights on as you do so.

Nestled against a soft pink blanket, lies a sleeping Autumn.

Glancing at August you see his tear-filled eyes as he reaches an outstretched finger to her tiny-clenched fist, which at his touch opens and then closes around his fingertip.

“She’s so small.”

“Babies usually are my love.” He meets your eyes with a playful glare before directing his attention back to the small being he helped create.

“She’s beautiful. Just like her mother.”

As if sensing the presence of her father, Autumn stirs and begins to open her crystalline blue eyes.

“Yet looks just like her father.” He smiles in adoration as his little girl stretches. “Why don’t you hold her, you have a lot of Daddy cuddles to catch up on my love.”

There is reluctance before August reaches for her, steadily lifting her from where she lays, until he is cradling her in his arms.

Instantly, Autumn snuggles herself comfortably into his chest, almost as if she has found comfort in his arms. A pleasant ache forms in your chest at the sight of both of them together like this.

“What do I call her?”

You briefly look away to find that August is lovingly directing his gaze towards you.

“Autumn. Autumn June.”

“Like your favourite season. It suits her perfectly.” He moves his attention solely to the small being in his arms. “Well, Autumn June Walker, I think that you are the most perfect thing I have ever laid my eyes upon. Just like your mother. And I promise, I will never let anything happen to you. I swear it.”

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alwaysachorusgirl · 3 years

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Adoption Day

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 2089

For: Covers the Animal Shelter square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: very brief mention of past childhood abuse and animal abandonment, but other than that, it's mostly fluff

Dedication: This is for the world's best cat mom, @madamsnape921 ,because it's her birthday! Go send her some birthday love today!

Author's Note: Jumping back a little in the Cat Daddy Frederick timeline to cover Buttercup's adoption story. Per my previously established continuity, this would take place in January, right after New Year's, and prior to "Not According to Plan"

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The winter wind howled outside the window and snow drifted across the windowpanes, but inside Frederick Chilton’s ornate home you were safe and warm. No, our home, I live here now, you thought to yourself. You were still getting used to thinking of it as your home, too. You were unpacking the last of the boxes from your recent move. A fire was roaring in the living room fireplace, giving the room a cozy, comforting glow. You inhaled the aroma of the hearty vegetable stew that was cooking in the crockpot in the kitchen, and your stomach growled. You were going to need to take a dinner break soon, and as if he was reading your mind, Frederick entered the room and came over to where you were placing your books on the expansive built-in shelves.

“How goes it with the books? Do you need more shelf space? I can always move somethings into my office if you need more.”

“Thank you, Frederick, but don’t worry; I think I have more than enough. I am, however, getting rather hungry. I think it’s time we ate dinner, don’t you?

“I couldn’t agree more, my love, shall I set the table?” he asked, taking your hand, and helping you to your feet.

“Thank you, Frederick, that would be lovely.”

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“This stew is fantastic, my love! We’ll most certainly have to use this recipe again.”

When you didn’t respond right away, Frederick started to worry and reached for your hand. “Darling?”

“Oh! Sorry! I zoned out for a moment, must be more tired than I thought; Thank you, Frederick, I have a whole slew of crock pot recipes that are perfect for cold winter days.”

“Y/N, are you alright? Have I done something wrong? Is it the house? Is there something you’re not happy with?”

“What? Oh, Frederick, no!” You squeezed his reassuringly. “You haven’t done anything wrong, my love, and the house is perfectly fine. It’s just…” you paused, not sure how to broach your thoughts.

“What is it? Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it! Cost is no object!”

You took a breath and tried to collect your thoughts. You loved cats, but your previous apartment had not allowed pets. You had promised yourself that when you eventually moved you would be a cat mom again. It had been far too long. But it was something that you and Frederick hadn’t discussed yet, and you had no idea what his feelings were on the subject.

“What did you think about getting a cat?” You blurted out, bracing yourself for what you were sure was going to be an argument.

It was now Frederick’s turn to go silent, taken aback by your unexpected query. He mulled it over in his head before answering.

“Honestly, my love, I’ve never thought about it before. I never had a pet of any kind growing up. My parents did not allow animals in the house.”

“Oh, Frederick, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” In theory, you knew you probably should have guessed that. You knew that Frederick’s father had been a hard, cruel man, and had been abusive toward Frederick and his mother. Frederick’s mother had been so worn down by it that she eventually shutdown, mentally and emotionally, and neglected to protect her son when he needed it the most. Of course, they hadn’t allowed pets, they hadn’t even allowed their son to have a normal childhood, or an ounce of happiness.

“My darling, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Frederick, placing soft kisses on the back of your hand. “If it’s a cat you want, then a cat you shall have. I’ll do some research after we finish here. Cats need supplies, right? Food, litter, toys, those fancy cat trees, cute little sweaters?”

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After dinner you and Frederick sat side-by-side on the couch with your laptops, him researching what kind of supplies you going to need to buy, and you were looking at your local SPCA’s website.

“Good god, I had no idea how many different types of cat litter there were!”

“Oh, Frederick, if you think that’s bad, wait until you see how competitive the cat food market is. Hmm…that’s interesting…”

“What is it?” asked Frederick, looking over at your laptop.

“This listing here,” you said, pointing at a blank gray box. “There should be a picture here, like there is for the other listings, but it’s blank. It says it’s supposed to be a 2-month-old black female…. hang on; I have an idea.”

You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and scrolled through your contacts until you found the name you were looking for. You hit “Call” and waited.

“Hello?” A voice finally picked up on the other end.

“Joanne! Hi! It’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m great, how are you? It’s been ages since the last time we hung out.”

“I’m good, and you’re right; it has been too long. Is this a good time to talk?”

“Sure! What’s up?”

“Do you still work for the county SPCA?”

“Oh, you bet I do! Oh my god, are you finally in the market to adopt?”

“Yes, I am, and I have a question about one of the cat listings on the website. The one that’s missing a picture?”

“Yes, I just noticed that a few hours ago. Our website person put that up prematurely. The kitten was just spayed, and normally we wait until the animal has had adequate recovery time before we add them to the site, but accidents happen. Last I checked, the little one is recovering nicely and should be ready to interact a couple days. She’s the sweetest thing. Someone dumped her in a cardboard box at our front door. She had a leg injury, but that’s also healing up. She loves to play, loves to cuddle, and I’ll think she’ll thrive in a good home. Would you like to make an appointment to see her?”

“Yes, I would! What time slots do you have available?”

*******************

A few days later, you and Frederick walked arm in arm into the county SPCA. Frederick had rush-ordered all the supplies you thought you’d need and then some. You both excited and nervous. You’d already taken a huge step by moving in together, and now you were adopting a pet. You looked over at Frederick and noticed the uncertainty in his eyes. He also seemed leaning on his cane for support. He always seemed to do that when he was unsure about something. You gave his arm a gentle squeeze and kissed his cheek.

“It’s going to be okay, Frederick, you’re to be a wonderful cat dad. I believe in you.”

Frederick blushed and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“Thank you, my love, I appreciate your faith in me, even though I’m still not sure what’s done to deserve it, or you.”

Before you could respond to that, Joanne came out her office and rushed toward you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Joanne.” You enveloped her in a big hug and then motioned to Frederick. “Joanne, this is Dr. Frederick Chilton, my Frederick.”

Frederick gave you the most loving of looks, and nearly melted into a puddle at your feet at sound of you referring to him as “your Frederick.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Chilton,” said Joanne, extending her hand.

“And you,” he replied, shaking hands.

“Well, I suppose you want to meet the little one; right this way!”

You and Frederick followed Joanne to cat section of the shelter. You walked past several cats, each one trying to get your attention from their enclosures. If you had your way, you’d take them all home, but you didn’t think Frederick was quite ready for that yet; but maybe one day…

“Here she is, “announced Joanne, stopping in front of one of the enclosures. A tiny black, fluffy kitten was inside, and her eyes lit up when she saw you. She was immediately on her feet, and you noticed she still had a slight limp in her injured leg, but she was full of energy and mewing incessantly. Joanne opened the door and carefully lifted her out. You reached out to take her, but the impatient kitten leapt out of Joanne’s hands and into your waiting arms.

“Oh! Hello! Hi baby, hi sweetheart,” you cooed.

“Mew, mew, mew!”

You looked into her eyes, and it was love at first sight. You did your best to hold onto her, shifting and adjusting your arms to accommodate her constant movement and attempts to climb up your shoulder. You gave her a little scratch between her ears and kissed her head. She was perfect.

“Mew! Mew!”

“Yes, baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Frederick stood there watching you with the kitten, completely dumbstruck. Just when he thought he couldn’t fall anymore in love with you, you had to go and surprise him. You were a natural cat mom, cradling the tiny ball of fluff and talking to her like she was a human. He saw the kitten rub her nose against your chin and looked like she was giving you kisses. He also saw the look of pure love and joy on your face, and he lived for that, wanted to see that every day. He didn’t know anything about raising a cat, but for you, he would try.

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Joanne led you to a visitor’s room so that you and Frederick could spend some quality time getting to know the kitten. Frederick removed his coat and offered to take the kitten so that you could take off yours. You demonstrated how to hold the kitten and then handed her to Frederick. He held her close to chest and sat down.

“Mew?” the kitten looked up at him, confused as to who this new person was.

“It’s alright, little one, I’ve got you,” he tried to reassure her. A lock of his normally perfectly quaffed hair suddenly flopped in his face, and the kitten’s eyes grew wide.

“Mew?” she raised a paw and tentatively batted at Frederick’s hair. “Mew…”

“Oh, that’s adorable,” you said, plopping down next to them on a bean bag chair. You saw the smile on his face and nudged him with your elbow. “See? She likes you. And I think she wants to play.” You looked around the room and saw the toy boxes, filled with various dog and cat toys, but then something else caught your eye. “Frederick?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Hand her back to me and take off your scarf, please.”

He did as he was told. You carefully placed the kitten on the carpet and proceeded to dangle the scarf in front if her. Her eyes went wide again, and then she crouched, wiggled her backside, and pounced. Her little paws batted at the scarf, then she would roll around kick at it with her hind legs.

“It certainly looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Frederick chuckled. “So, what are we going to call her?”

“I was thinking ‘Buttercup”,” you said matter-of-factly.

“I am not the least bit surprised,” he replied, immediately picking up on your reference. He looked at the kitten. “Well, what do you think about that little one?”

“Mew?”

“Your name,” you told her, “Buttercup, do you like it?”

“Mew, mew.” She forgot about the scarf and crawled into your lap, kneading you with her paws.

“I think she likes it.” You threw Frederick a smile.

“Yes, I quite think she does. I have an idea, how about a story? Would you like that Buttercup?”

“Mew.” She replied with a yawn,

“Darling, if you check your bag, I believe you’ll find a book there.”

You checked your purse, and sure enough, in the largest section was a children’s book, one that you instantly recognized from your own childhood.

“If You Give A Mouse A Cookie?”

“It came highly recommended by the lady at the bookstore.”

“It’s perfect, Frederick.” You handed him the book and leaned your head against his knee. As he began to read, Buttercup curled up in your lap and shut her eyes, she was soon fast asleep, purring away. When he finished reading, Frederick caressed your cheek with hand to get your attention.

“So, shall we go find Joanne and make it official?”

“Yes,” you replied, gazing down at Buttercup, “If we don’t take her home today, I think I’ll cry.”

“Then let’s go fill out the paperwork and bring her home.”

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Build-A-Bear

Part Nine

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Sam, Steve

Warnings: gun-related violence (this is the primary theme so please be cautious), language, reference to smut

Summary: With reader back to work in the Tower, new threats arise and new approaches are taken to her safety. Kind of a filler but also kind of important.

Author’s Note: The next part is gonna be a 0 to 100 chapter so please hold while I hammer that out. I usually try to add multiple scenes/days/events but this is just one situation the reader is caught in. It’ll be getting to the primary climax soon though so I’m thinking maybe 3-4 parts left? Unless there’s more drama I want to add later 😈 And as always, feel free to send me a coffee!

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The next few weeks were thankfully uneventful. You had ordered a bed for Steve to put in the living room, including a curtain so he could have a little privacy, especially when Sam woke up extra early to start making breakfast. Bucky kept the inflatable mattress on your floor, but spent every night with you in his arms instead. “It’s safer this way,” he’d say. It was his excuse just in case your dad ever showed up unannounced.

The one time your dad did show up unannounced, Steve and Sam were at your front door with their weapons drawn and Bucky was shirtless in your bedroom doorway with his own gun aimed at your father. Fortunately, none of them were trigger-happy and lowered their weapons when they realized who it was.

Your dad learned three things that day:

1. He needed to call ahead if he planned on stopping by.

2. You were in very good hands in the safety of your apartment.

3. He wasn’t a fan of seeing a shirtless Winter Soldier leaving your bedroom — or seeing a shirtless Falcon and Captain America in your living room, for that matter.

Regardless, you were never worried about your safety when you were home, or even when the boys let you go out and about with them flanking you on every side. Needless to say, you didn’t go out much.

But you were able to go back to work at the Tower, mainly because the boys hadn’t been able to properly train or attend any missions while you were holed up at home — and it looked like things were clearing up around you. Your dad said one of them would have to stay with you even if the other two went on missions and had fortunately let you choose who that one lonely man would be. Not that you’d ever let Bucky actually be lonely.

The media buzz over you had died pretty quickly, but there were still a few relentless reporters that would crowd around you when you left Stark Tower. You always parked under the building where none of them could get in, but that didn’t stop you from going out to get lunch instead of staying inside and having it delivered. The weather was getting warmer and you wanted to get out while you could.

One gloomy Thursday, your dad decided to join you, Bucky, Sam, and Steve when you went out for your lunch. There was a falafel place just down the street that you liked, so the five of you decided to make it a group date, of sorts. Bucky was nervous at first, but you assured him it would all be fine.

“If you get a little cozy, just blame it on staying close so no one else can,” you said, holding his jaw in your hands. “You’re just keeping me safe.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead as you stood in the middle of your lab. You weren’t required to have protection while inside the Tower, but Bucky insisted on visiting when his training hours were over.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he said softly. He pulled your hands from his cheeks and kissed your knuckles before tugging you out of the lab to meet the rest of your lunch crew at the elevators.

Now that everyone knew who you were, you were able to be more playful and casual around your dad. Things that would usually have earned you some questioning stares from your work friends instead led to laughs and high-fives. You could make jokes and digs without getting in the same kind of trouble as Sam or Bucky. Steve still had the most immunity.

That was one of those days. You and Steve poking fun at Tony and making playful jokes he was quick to quip back at. The five of you were alone in the elevator the whole trip down, probably because Tony had Friday set to not allow anyone else in when he was in the lift.

Everyone was all smiles and laughs until the elevator doors opened. You took about three steps before you were practically tackled to the ground, a loud bang followed by the sharp ding of metal on metal stunning you more than the pressure of a body pressing against yours. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, the plaster of the wall above you shattered and crumbled around you at the sound of another loud bang echoing in the Tower lobby. None of the debris actually hit you, probably because of the large, heavy body of your boyfriend curled over yours.

Since you were on your hands and knees, you turned just enough to see Bucky’s blue eyes blown wide as he looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked frantically.

“I--I think so?” you replied, not entirely sure what you were supposed to be okay from. You hadn’t really processed what was happening, just that Bucky was completely covering you with his body. “Are you okay?”

He just nodded. “The bullet hit my arm, no damage.”

“The bullet?!” you half-screamed. “Is anyone hurt?” You pushed against his metal arm to see the rest of the lobby; everyone was crouched to the ground, and the sound of more bangs and dings of Tony’s suit getting hit told you why. Tony was just a couple feet from you, letting his Iron Man suit build around him, but started waving his hands at you, shouting “get her out of here!”

Bucky’s arms swooped under you and he swept you past the elevators and stairwell to a back room that only unlocked after Bucky scanned his hand in a hidden compartment. The door opened to a separate, smaller stairwell that you assume only led to the Avengers’ floors… 30 floors up.

“This way,” Bucky said, drawing your reluctant gaze from the towering steps to a hidden elevator behind the staircase. Thank god.

He quickly ushered you in and pressed the button for the private rooms. You’d never been above the common rooms, save for the one time you sat in Bucky’s room after surgery. Your eyes flicked to Bucky’s that were already trained on you looking for any injuries.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. His hands rested on your shoulders, his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned your face and body again and again.

You just nodded, still trying to process having literally been shot at. But the secret elevator was much faster than the main elevator because you arrived at Bucky’s floor seconds later. He grabbed your hand and led you to his room, keeping you close and constantly looking around even though only verified Avengers could access this floor.

“Your dad set up a whole plan in case something like this ever happened,” he explained. “We’re supposed to stay on this floor until one of them comes to get us. Chances are you’ll end up working from home again since you’re somehow safer there with us than here with everyone.”

He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t blame him. You assumed you’d be safer in and around the Tower than in your apartment. Your apartment didn’t have all the gadgets and gizmos the Tower had. Sure, you had installed your own security system and now had constant video recording, but the Tower had Iron Man.

“Are you okay?” you asked again. Bucky looked up at you with his eyebrows drawn together, but nodded at your question. “Are… are dad, Steve, and Sam okay?”

It was harder for Bucky to answer that when he didn’t know. He silently pulled up the Tower video feed on his TV and found the main entrance. Tony already had the shooter face down on the ground with blasters aimed at him and an iron boot on his back; Steve and Sam were checking on bystanders. Knowing the rest of your little team was safe eased some of the tension in your body, but that just made it easier for you to realize you had nearly been shot.

“Thank you for saving me,” you said quietly. Bucky stepped closer to you, letting you wrap your arms around him as you forced back tears brought forward by the onslaught of fear that ran through you.

“I’ll always protect you, princess,” he said just as softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and just held you. It was just as important for him to hold you as it was for you to be held by him. While his embrace helped ground you and reminded you that you were okay, it reassured him that you were safe with him.

Bucky had grown so used to being the cause of people’s fear, not their source of comfort. You changed that.

You just stood there in each other’s arms for a while, needing the security to calm both of your nerves.

“Can we just… lie down?” you asked.

Bucky had never seen you this fragile before. He always saw you as his spunky little spitfire, so seeing you gradually crack and splinter as the seconds ticked by made his own heart break. Without a word, he led you over to his bed. He laid down first, letting you curl your legs over his abdomen and rest your head against his shoulder.

“I know you’re physically okay, but do you wanna talk about it?” Bucky asked softly.

You were quiet for a second, nervously playing with the hem of his t-shirt. It took a few minutes, but the gravity of what just happened ran over you like a freight engine and your mind wasn’t having a good time trying to get back on track.

“How many shots were fired?” you finally asked.

That’s not what he wanted you to ask.

“I counted five before we got out.”

The pause before your answer just made Bucky’s nerves even more frazzled. He wasn’t used to consoling anyone. That was Sam’s specialty, not his.

“Someone tried to shoot me five times,” you said solemnly. “Someone tried to… to kill me five times.”

“Hey, no,” Bucky hushed. “We’re not doing that. When I said I’ll always keep you safe, I meant it. I can’t lose my Build-A-Bear. Those things are expensive,” he teased.

You huffed a soft laugh before snuggling your head against his chest. With his right arm wrapped around you to trace his fingertips across your skin and his left hand hooked over your calves, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep. The stress of what appeared to be an attempted assassination didn’t sit lightly on your shoulders.

Bucky managed to stay awake, slowly and carefully grabbing his remote to find something to watch until he received word to let you go.

Nearly three hours later — after Steve, Sam, and Tony had spoken with the police and tried to get some info out of the shooter — all three came barreling into Bucky’s room, quickly silenced by the sight of you sleeping on Bucky. You had adjusted your position in your sleep, slipping your body between Bucky’s legs and resting your head on his abdomen. This left him to play with your hair since you were too low for him to continue to hold. He knew you’d have one hell of a time getting to sleep later that night and probably hold your messed up sleep schedule against him until you got back on track, but he wasn’t going to wake you up.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, more curiously than accusingly.

“Uh, she seemed pretty, um, unsettled by the whole thing and just wanted me to, to hold her,” he explained quietly and slowly, attempting to avoid revealing anything.

Tony just nodded in understanding.

“When she wakes up, I want you to find me.”

The way he said it didn’t sound upset or threatening, but Bucky felt ice shoot up his spine at your dad wanting to sit down with him — and only him. Nonetheless, he nodded as everyone left the room.

When you woke up not long after, he made sure you were okay before leaving to “talk things over with the guys,” he said.

Tony was waiting for Bucky in one of the conference rooms. He didn’t have anything with him other than his phone, so Bucky figured he wasn’t in any trouble… but that just confused him more.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fire you for… cuddling with my daughter,” Tony said with a cringe. “Take a seat, please.”

Bucky hesitantly sat across from Tony, clearly still worried about what was going on. Tony’s silence was unnerving.

“[Y/N] is going back to her place full time. I’m sure you already figured that out. You three musketeers are clearly better at keeping her safe than I am. And before I continue, I need to say that Sam’s a good guy — most of the time — and Steve’s… something, usually something good, even though he loves getting on my nerves. But today, you were the first line of defense. Don’t think I missed the sound of that first shot hitting you. If you had been on the other side of her, you’d be in medbay right now having a bullet fished out of your arm.”

Tony paused again. He spun his phone in his hands, clearly working up to something and unknowingly setting Bucky on high alert. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Steve and Sam are going to stay with her at her place, of course, but I don’t want you to leave her side,” Tony finally continued. “If she goes into the kitchen for breakfast, you’re in the kitchen getting breakfast. If she goes to the bathroom, you’re right outside the door. That mattress stays right next to her bed. When she wants to order food, you send one of the other guys and stay with her. Bucky.” Tony paused once again. He leaned forward now just to make sure the severity of what he was about to say was fully understood. He didn’t want to say it, but he knew it was the right decision. “I’m trusting you with my daughter’s life. I don’t take this shit lightly and as much as I want to dislike you… you’re the person I trust the most right now.”

Bucky couldn’t describe the emotions running through his brain. Confidence? Joy? Maybe even fear? Sure, it was nice that his boss was giving him such a huge responsibility, but it was something entirely different to hear his girlfriend’s dad say that he trusted him. Wasn’t that part of why you weren’t telling Tony? Would this change things? Could you finally be open with your relationship?

“Thank you, Tony. That really means a lot. Uh, I-I won’t let you down,” Bucky managed to squeak out.

Tony just nodded before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leaving the room. Bucky sat alone in silence for a second to fully process everything. Was it ironic? Tony Stark was trusting the man who killed his parents to now protect his daughter. But wasn’t it already fucked up that Howard and Maria’s granddaughter was knowingly and willingly dating their killer?

Bucky had gone through a lot to come to terms with his past, but moments like this cast doubt on him again. But he couldn’t dwell on it. He had to find you, Sam, and Steve to get you home.

When he got back to his room, he found all three of you sitting on his bed and talking. You were still lying against the headboard with Steve sitting criss-cross applesauce and Sam lying on his stomach. You looked like a group of high schoolers at a sleepover.

“Hey,” he said softly. You smiled and made grabby-hands at him until he sat beside you.

“Slight change of plans.”

Everyone looked at him in confusion, Sam and Steve clearly not up to date on the team’s roles.

“I just sat down with Tony and, uh, I guess I’m basically your bodyguard now.”

“You already have been for a month now,” you said with a confused laugh.

“Well, yeah, but your dad said I’m not supposed to leave your side. Like, if you move to another room, I move with you.” Your eyes widened at this. It felt excessive, to say the least. You were basically already attached at the hip, but sometimes you just need a minute to be alone. “He said I’m the one he trusts most to protect you.”

“Come on, man, you could’ve just told me to go fuck myself,” Sam joked, earning a punch to the shoulder from Steve.

“Aw, you finally got parental approval,” you cooed, cupping his jaw in your hands.

“I don’t think the approval extends to me hitting it from the back until you pass out,” Bucky chuckled. Sam whistled lowly while Steve just shook his head in disappointment (approval?).

“Speaking of hitting it from the back, we should probably get back to my place before it’s too dark,” you said.

A light knock on your door drew everyone’s attention but before you could see who it was, you toppled over at the force of Bucky shoving your body behind his. You managed to catch yourself on his shoulders to lift yourself up, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck with your head perched on his shoulder. It was admittedly very couple-y, but your dad seemed unfazed in your doorway.

“Hey pops,” you chirped.

“I see I made a good decision,” he said, noting how quickly Bucky hid you from what could’ve been a potential threat. “By the way, Barnes is in charge of this operation now. Sorry Cap.” Steve just held his hands up in surrender. You figured he didn’t mind handing the reins over for once.

“We were just about to head out,” Bucky said. You’d have to make sure this newfound power didn’t go to his head. Which just meant you’d have to get him on his knees…

“I just wanted to give you this.” He held out what looked like the remote scanner cashiers had in checkout lanes. “I know [Y/N] has been getting a lot of fan mail so this will scan up to 20 items at a time for hazardous devices, poisonous toxins, and anything else that’s potentially harmful.”

You hadn’t gone through your mail in at least a week, but you’d already gotten the green light to have the next day — a Friday, thankfully — off after what happened, so you and the boys could hammer through everything and clear off your dining room table.

“Thanks, dad.”

You hopped off the bed and wrapped your dad in a much-needed hug. You both needed one after the stress of the day gradually wore off, but you could tell he needed one even more. You had Bucky to run to; Tony was worried about you. He held you tight and gently scratched right below your neck, just like he would do to get you to fall asleep as a baby. Some things never change.

“I love you,” you said quietly.

“I love you too, pumpkin,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. After another moment, you pulled apart and he went right back into business mode. “Okay, Rhodey and I are gonna follow you guys home in the suits just in case anything happens. Barnes, you’re in the backseat with [Y/N].”

With your dad standing behind you, he couldn’t see you mouth “backseat” to Bucky with a wink. The super soldier’s cheeks turned light pink, but so did Steve’s, which made it hard for you to keep from laughing as your dad continued discussing what changes would be made for your safety.

•

When you finally — safely — got home, you just wanted to take a bath and go to bed. You hadn’t even had supper, but you almost didn’t want to eat anything. If it hadn’t been for Bucky bringing you stuffed peppers courtesy of Sam, you probably wouldn’t have eaten. But he ate his dinner beside you on your bed, then joined you for a long, hot, bubbly bath.

Both of you knew it needed to be a slow night without saying a word. Bucky’s hands lazily ran over your skin before chasing the rinse of water with his lips. He wasn’t rushed or aggressive; he took his time and savored being with you. Even when you were lying in bed and desperately grabbing at his arms, back, shoulders, everything, his strokes were sensual and deliberate. His body acted as a fortress over yours, keeping you guarded from the rest of the world, even if it was just in your bedroom.

And as you fell asleep in his arms that night, he promised himself he would get to the bottom of your attack whether the law wanted him to or not.

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sincerelyasomebody · 3 years

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Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

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A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo)

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter.

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury)

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about.

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction.

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called.

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation.

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her.

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio.

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?"

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?"

"Yes."

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?"

"That's correct."

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I."

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?"

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?"

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from."

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that."

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?"

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –"

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date."

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No."

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in.

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?"

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next.

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up."

"And you were the person to do so?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass."

"Two for one special?"

"Pretty much."

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken."

"They still hurt like a bitch."

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers."

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me."

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you."

"Yeah, you are."

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –"

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –"

"And I always will."

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable."

"Letty?"

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do.

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?"

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –"

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too."

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl."

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama."

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Spanish Translations:

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hi! For NatxR can you do of a continuation of Secrets out? Maybe like a follow up after the mission? Idk or maybe like a cute jealous Nat. Where she just gets all pouty and reader showers her in affection?

Please and thank you!!

Sure sure!

I’ll Take Care of Her

Summary: Nat and Tony bring Y/N back to the jet. When the others want to take care of Y/N, Nat becomes protective, nervous they might hurt her. She insists that she can take care of Y/N.

After a couple of minutes of sitting in silence with Tony and Y/N asleep against her, Natasha shook Y/N’s shoulder.

“Y/N,” Natasha whispered. “Are you okay, love? We shoul get back to the team?” She glanced over at Tony.

When Y/N didn’t respond, Tony whispered, “Just carry her. She needs the sleep.”

Natasha nodded and gathered Y/N up into her arms. The redhead carried the (Y/H/C) back to the jet, with Tony behind her. Tony opened the door for Natasha and she took Y/N inside, seeing the rest of the team already back.

“Is she unconscious or-” Bruce began to ask, standing up from his seat. Clint glanced over at his shoulder from his pilot seat.

“She fell asleep,” Natasha reassured the team.

Bruce nodded and looked at Y/N. “Everyone’s already had a med check except for you three,” he said to Natasha and Tony. “Want me to check Y/N first or wait until she wakes?”

Natasha looked down at Y/N’s peaceful figure. Her heart warmed because god, Y/N was adorable. The intelligent part of her knew that Y/N should be looked over - what if she was hurt? Got injured and no one knew? What if it was serious? However the protective part of her wanted to take care of Y/N herself - what if Bruce accidentally hurt her somehow? What if Y/N’s powers acted up? Natasha was always protective, but after this mission, it was heightened.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Bruce,” Tony’s words drew Natasha from her thoughts.

Black Widow bit her lip but knew not to argue with her girlfriend’s father. She followed Bruce into the medical room, still carrying Y/N.

“Clint,” Natasha said, pausing before she entered. Clint looked up. “If you fly the plane and it so much as jostles or endangers Y/N a bit, I’ll kick your ass.”

Clint’s eyes widened a bit before nodding, unable to hide a small sly smirk, and focused on lifting the jet from the ground.

“Just lay her on the table,” Bruce instructed.

Natasha glanced at it, skeptical. Y/N started to stir in her arms. “It doesn’t look that comfortable,” the superspy noted.

“What’s happening?” Y/N mumbled.

Natasha smiled. “You fell asleep, Y/N. Bruce is about to check you for any injuries.”

Y/N nodded, and Natasha wasn’t even sure if Y/N had listened to her, because Y/N just wrapped her arms around Nat’s neck.

Natasha then looked at Bruce and the table again, not wanting her girlfriend to be uncomfortable. Reluctantly, she laid her down.

“Uhh, Nat?” Bruce asked, after he grabbed a new tool he and Tony designed - it acted as a scanner and then, since it was hooked up to a computer, the computer would display a list of diagnoses.

Natasha got the hint. “Just let me hear her injuries and then I’ll leave, okay?” She said, not even sure if she would leave. Y/N would be safe with Bruce, Natasha knew, but something could happen - something could fall or be knocked over and, well, Natasha didn’t want to risk it.

Bruce sighed and nodded. He held the tool over Y/N and pressed the ‘start’ button. It scanned Y/N from head to toe, as she listened to the Hulk and Black Widow’s conversation.

Bruce then looked over at the computer. Natasha studied him carefully.

“Whatever that girl did to mess with our heads, I can already tell you it has some side effects. It’s weakened Y/N a bit. Other than that . . . just bruises and cuts, mainly. Y/N will be sore. There’s nothing serious,” Bruce said.

Natasha nodded. However, even the bruises and cuts worried her. She didn’t want her girlfriend to be in the slightest bit of pain, and made the decision that she would shower Y/N with care and some protective-ness.

A knock on the door got both their attention. “Come in,” Bruce said, thinking it was Tony.

Instead, it was Steve.

“Tony didn’t want to but he fell asleep,” Steve told Natasha and Bruce before looking at Y/N. “I can carry Y/N to the bedroom on jet if everything’s okay with her, so you can get checked, Nat.”

Natasha frowned. What if Steve dropped her by accident? Or bumped her into anything? “I’m fine,” she suddenly said, catching the doctor and the soldier’s attention. “I’ll take her.”

“Nat-” Bruce began to say.

“I’m fine, honestly,” Natasha insisted, and she was. The woman barely got bruised. “Let me take her.”

Bruce shared a look with Steve before nodding.

Natasha smiled and took Y/N in her arms again - the latter silently watching her teammates - and carried her to their ‘bedroom’ - literally just a small room with a bed no one really used.

Natasha laid her down and sat beside her.

“Let’s cuddle,” Y/N said, still a little sleepy. She smiled at her girlfriend.

Natasha looked at her and couldn’t resist Y/N’s cute face. She got under the covers and wrapped her arms around Y/N, as Y/N leaned into her.

After a couple of minutes, Y/N noticed a pout on the redhead’s face. “What’s that for?” She asked, poking Natasha’s face.

Natasha couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Just thinking about the day,” she admitted. “I’m frustrated that you’re bruised and cut. I’m frustrated of what that stupid girl did to you. I’m frustrated that I almost didn’t take care of you.”

Y/N chuckled. “Don’t be,” she said. “I’m with you - nothing is wrong.”

Natasha sighed and then continued. “I’m also jealous, Y/N.”

“Jealous?” Y/N asked. What did she have to be jealous about?

“I’m a trained spy and I’m smart - Steve wasn’t offering to carry you because Tony fell asleep. He doesn’t know that we’re dating and he . . . has a crush on you,” Natasha said.

Y/N blinked in surprise momentarily. “Oh,” she said. “Well, I’m yours and only yours. You have no reason to be jealous, I promise. I only have eyes for you.”

Natasha nodded but still pouted.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and sat up. “I’ll prove it to you - turn that frown upside down,” she said before kissing Nat and putting her arms around her.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Y/N repeated over and over again in-between kissing Natasha’s cheeks and forehead, making Natasha let out giggles beyond her control.

“There’s the smile I know and love!” Y/N said, and began to tickle the spy.

Natasha laughed. “You know I’m only letting you do this because you’re injured, right?” She said.

Y/N grinned. “Sureeee,” she said sarcastically. “Now do you believe me? You’re the only one for me.”

Natasha nodded and let Y/N tickle her and kiss her and hug her until they reached the Avengers Tower.

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sundaysundaes · 3 years

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Iridescent

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader/Female OC | Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst | NC-17 | Soulmate AU, Childhood-Friends-Become-Lovers AU

An epilogue to Monochrome. Contains HEAVY SPOILERS, so please read Monochrome and Spectra before you read this.

Summary: Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.

Broken bones can be mended and bruises may vanish over time, but what befell Lee Donghyuck after the accident was deeper than fractures and scars. It took him five days to wake up from his comatose sleep, eight months for his body to fully recuperate, and another ten months in rehabilitation to overcome his trauma and mental state. But even then, he was never the same. He would never be the same.

As he could never be able to see the light again.

“Vision loss may strike as a devastating injury that could change your life,” his doctor once said during his regular check-up, “But it doesn’t mean that your life has ended, nor should you stop living. There’s still a beautiful world out there waiting for you. It may feel hard today or tomorrow, but you will get through this. You will get better.”

But to Donghyuck, they sounded like a string of murmurs as if the older man was drowning but still trying to mouth the words to him. Or maybe he was the one who was drowning instead, with no chance to resurface. And he didn’t mind, not at all. He wasn’t sure he had the will to do it anyway.

A gentle caress of warm fingertips and a voice as smooth as a lullaby to a child’s ears were the only ones who kept him sane. She was there, from the very first day he’d opened his eyes and seen nothing, and she continued to stay, no matter how much he’d cried in agony or screamed from bottled-up anger. She would hug him when the thought of hurting himself became too much to bear, and she would tell him over and over again, how lucky she was to have him alive and breathing in her arms. And she would still call him in the same way—Haechannie, Haechannie—between loving words that were filled with nothing but honesty, even if he no longer shone as bright as the sun.

She was the sole reason why he continued living, though not truly alive. The only one who gave comfort to his shattered heart and soul. To him, there would be no life without her.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, dressed in his favorite white tee and a knitted navy-blue sweater she often borrowed to wear around her figure, his chocolate brown hair was long and untrimmed, nearly brushing against his collar. His skin was starting to lose its beautiful tan, and his collar bones were protruding from how much he had lost weight during his recovery. His matching dark eyes were slightly opened and they shone in a soft glow under the sun, but they were as lifeless as the waves before the storm.

But to her, he was still a sight to behold.

Pushing his bangs out of his eyes with her fingertips, she smiled. “I haven’t seen you standing under the sun for a long time,” she said, mesmerized by the way his hair was fluttering under the wind. “My Haechannie is so pretty.”

He responded by kissing her inner palm and they hugged once before she accompanied him walking down the stairs.

“One step at a time, okay, Haechannie?”

Her voice was always warm, always filled with the passion of life, as if she was trying hard to be happy for his sake as well. And it made him feel various emotions at once, from the elation of having someone as patient and loving as her nurture him back to health, from agony for being the one who always caused her trouble, and from fear of losing her if one day she woke up and decided to not love him again.

“Don’t let go of my hand. I’m here with you, Haechannie. I always will be.”

Her promise found its way to his heart, and instead of making him feel drowned like anybody else, she was the one who pulled him out of the water.

“I won’t,” Donghyuck said, tattered voice escaping chapped lips. “As long as you’d let me.”

He couldn’t see her smile, but he could somehow sense it in the way she let out her breath, in the way she squeezed his hand, in every time she spoke his name.

“I got permission from your parents to take you somewhere today before we head back home,” she mentioned before a small, excited giggle tumbled down her lips. He was sitting in what he supposed to be his father’s car by the smell of it, and he let himself stay in silence as she dragged a seatbelt forward and tied it around his body with a click. “I hope you don’t mind taking a walk because I’ve been dying to go on a date with my boyfriend.” He could hear her placing her seatbelt and the sound of dangling keys. The car engine soon started with a stutter and Donghyuck’s fingers immediately tried to find reassurance by sinking their nails into the edge of his seat, his heart ramming against his ribcages.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She hastily laced their fingers together, stealing his shivers away with how firm she held on to his hand. “Breathe, Haechannie. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you, do you hear me?”

It reminded him of their old days when she tried to protect him with a plastic sword from the monster that hid under his bed. She still had the same effects on him as to how she did back then, clouding his entire mind with the feeling of safety and assurance.

He followed her guidance and tried to smile even when his throat felt like burning and his heart trying to find its way to leap out of his chest. “I’ll—” he swallowed when an inevitable crack appeared in his voice. “I’ll be fine.”

There was a pause and he desperately wanted to see what kind of expression she had on her face, but the thought went away when he felt a pair of lips meeting his in a soft, chaste kiss.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding somewhat shy when she parted away but close enough for him to feel her breath on his face. “I know you’re shaking in fear and a kiss would probably be the last thing you wanted right now, but…” She brushed her thumb along his lower lip, yearning for him. “I really miss you.”

Given the situation, perhaps it wasn’t the right thing to do but to him, it was exactly what he needed. She made him feel wanted, made him feel like his existence did matter to her more than just as a burden. So Donghyuck blindly reached out to her, searching for her hands, her face, her everything, and she met him halfway, lips melding into his as naturally as breathing.

To her, he still felt the same—just as warm, just as pleasant, just as passionate although his touch felt frail on her skin. Donghyuck was still Donghyuck she remembered, the one who reminded her of the sun, and how his entire presence made her feel joy in the way no one had ever given to her before.

She was devastated when she nearly lost her sun. Countless nights were spent with her crying with her face sinking at the sheet of his hospital bed, just a few moments after he fell into his slumber with lines of tears smearing his cheeks. She had always tried to be strong in front of him and his family, but when she was alone in the dark, listening to his soft breathing as he slept, she would allow herself to break apart, just for a few moments.

Those five days when he was in his comatose state was the loneliest, most painful time she had to endure in all her years of living. Her fingers were desperately squeezing his just to feel a slight movement and she had called and called and called but he never answered. Her life was suddenly as dark as the night, where the moon had crumbled to dust with stars transforming into black holes.

So when he finally opened his eyes, her name escaping his lips, she felt like she was being reborn, finding back her purpose in life and there would be no way, no matter how hard it would be for them, for her to let go of her sun again.

“I love you,” she whispered between kisses, finding her way back to his lips with a sense of urgency every time, “I love you, Haechannie.” Fingers curling against his soft locks, lips moving from his mouth, nose, temple, cheek, before they went back to the start with shy tongues darting only to take a hint of how they other tasted. “Don’t ever leave me again. Please.”

It was he who should’ve spoken those words. It was he who should’ve begged her to stay. So knowing that she felt the same way, Donghyuck whimpered against her mouth, lifeless eyes began to spark in the way they used to.

***

He didn’t know where she was taking him away but by the briny scent that traveled the air, he muttered his guess, “Are we going to the beach?”

“Correct. Any idea which one?”

“The… The one where we spent our summer vacation?”

“Try being more specific.”

He curled his fingers, flush bloomed on his cheeks. “The one where I confessed my feelings for you for the first time?”

A soft chuckle. “That’s right. The one where you made my heart flutter, as promised.”

“I didn’t know I succeeded at that time.”

“You’ve always won against me, Haechannie. Even if I did win at something, it was only because you’d let me.”

The trip was a three-hour drive from the hospital, and they filled the silence by recalling their memories or humming songs to whatever the radio was playing. She begged him to sing, but he was only brave enough to do it after the fifth time she’d tried, and although he hated the croaky sound he made from his throat, she squeezed his thigh, saying, “Thank you for making me so happy.” He wasn’t sure what she was referring to—was it his voice or his entire existence?—but he realized he didn’t care, as long as he could fulfill his sole purpose of living.

The evening sun was warm on his face when she opened the car door and guided him to step forward into the sand, his sneakers sinking slightly into it under his weight. “Careful,” she reminded, circling one hand around his waist as he shakily wrapped his around her shoulder. “Can you smell the air?”

He could smell the scent of her strawberry shampoo. “Yeah. Salty.”

She quietly laughed. “Do you want to get closer to the water?”

“I’m…” The thought of him not wanting to trouble her was heavier than his desire. “I’m fine here.”

There was a pause, which made him ponder whether he said something wrong but then she huffed loudly. “You’re no fun. Well, we’re going to get, at least, our feet wet, whether you like it or not. So come on, keep up with me, slowpoke.”

Hearing that coming from a girl who didn’t even want to get sand on her shorts was something that made his entire body feel warm, and the sun had no part in it.

She helped him untie his sneakers, rolled up his jeans to his knees before she pushed him slowly into the water. He could feel the waves meeting his skin, could imagine how it would look like—the sand being carried away by the pressure of the water, his feet sinking a little deeper into the ground, perhaps a strand of seaweed catching around his bare toe.

“The sun is setting,” she said and he could somehow hear the grin in her voice. “Isn’t it romantic?”

“I guess.” He felt her wrapping her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna take you dancing.” Her smile was sheepish, her cheeks reddening almost the same color as the glow that illuminated her features. “Oh, wait. I forgot the music.”

“Noona—”

“Just a sec.” She held up a finger to his lips as she fiddled with her phone with her other hand. “Where’s that song you—oh, here it is.”

Donghyuck could hear the song—the exact same song he’d played back then when he’d asked her to do the same thing under the starry sky. “You’re right,” he murmured with a weak smile, as she tucked her phone back into her coat’s pocket. “I should’ve picked a better song. Thinking Out Loud is way too overrated.”

“It’s okay, it’s been growing on me these days. Been using it as my alarm even.”

Her giggle was adorable and gleeful while his was soft, almost inaudible. “Is that so…”

She caressed his face, eyes becoming tender when she noticed him leaning more to her touch. “I’ve missed hearing you laugh.”

Donghyuck’s breath hitched a little so he stayed in reticence. The sound of the wind and the crashing waves were louder than her speaker, so she urged him to sing, knowing that he already remembered the song by heart. He disinclined at first but he grew soft at her pleading.

As he began to hum along the first chorus, she stroke the skin on his nape soothingly with her fingertips. “Have I told you about the day when I realized I loved you?”

He smiled, another flashback hitting him like the soft waves around his feet. “Enlighten me, please.”

“There were two different times, actually.” She leaned closer, swaying their bodies side-to-side ever so slightly. “The first time I realized I felt something for you was back when we were still in junior high. An asshole in my class stole my sketchbook and you got into a fight to retrieve it back—even though you said you got your bruises from tripping down the stairs. I felt so happy knowing that there was someone out there who cared a lot about me.”

“I did trip down the stairs, actually.”

“Of course, you did.” But like the old days, she saw right through his lies. “The second time was when we were celebrating your birthday. I wore this yellow dress that looked way too tacky for the occasion and people were looking at me weird. And you stayed by my side, ignoring everybody in the house even though it was your birthday, and you told me that I was the prettiest girl in the room.”

He hummed in agreement. “Prettier than me even.”

“That’s right.” She snickered but her tone gradually turned into something more sincere. “So when I told you that you were my first love, I wasn’t lying nor was I exaggerating. I’ve loved you just as long as you have, I just wasn’t brave enough to admit it unlike you. And I still regret that, even to this day. We wasted so many days, and I hurt you so many times—”

“It’s okay.” He shook his head, his closed eyes somehow began to feel hot. “It’s in the past.”

She broke down into another smile, fingers reaching out to swat his bangs away from his face. “You’re right. We still have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”

When he suddenly became mute, it made her heart thump faster in anxiety. But Donghyuck soon tugged her closer into his chest, his arms enveloping her entire figure and she sighed in relief as he laid his chin on top of her head.

“What are you wearing?” He asked, his lips brushing against her hair.

“Only in my skimpy bra and g-string, lover.”

“No, I’m serious.” He could feel his laugh reverberating from his chest and it still felt unfamiliar after all this time. “Describe it to me in detail. I want to imagine the scenery.”

She was smiling but her eyes grew softer. “I’m wearing that red dress you said you loved.”

“O-oh…” He wetted his lips. “I didn’t realize that since you’re wearing—what is it, a coat?—“ She confirmed with a nod. “Right. What else?”

“My hair is untied, but I’ve cut it short since it became a nuisance whenever I have to go to work early and don’t have time to style my hair.”

“How short?”

“Short enough to show the necklace you gave me.”

His heart was loud in his ears, almost deafening. “You’re still wearing that?”

“Yes.” He could sense her moving away, sliding her hand down his arm in a silky-smooth touch before she intertwined their fingers. “Along with something else.”

“Wha—” He felt her guiding his fingers to trace hers and the second he touched it, it felt like his world was turning upside-down. “You’re wearing… a ring…” whether it was a question or a statement, he wasn’t clear himself.

“Yes,” she gently replied, moving even closer. “Want to guess what ring it is?”

His heart was in his throat. “Please don’t…” he shook his head, taking a step back. “Please don’t say it’s the engagement ring I was about to give you.”

But she didn’t need to answer, because what else could it be?

She reached out for him but he slapped her hand away when it reached his sleeve. “Haechannie—”

Donghyuck tripped on his feet, falling to his knees and felt the ocean swallowing him inch-by-inch, seawater seeping into his clothes. His face was nowhere near the water and yet he was gasping frantically for air, his chest suffocating and sending jolts of pain to his entire body.

He could hear her shouting his name in concern, could tell the panic in her voice, but how could he comfort her when he couldn’t even help himself?

The world was swirling in his head even when he could only perceive the darkness with his eyes. His stomach lurched as he coughed multiple times, throat burning in flames.

“Oh God, okay, you’re having a panic attack,” she sounded breathy, afraid, as she clutched her hands around his shoulders. “Breathe with me. Haechannie, focus, I need you to breathe.”

He had a hand on his chest while his other one was sinking deep in the sand. The memory of the accident—how it ruined everything he had planned for her, for himself, and the future they were about to face together—and knowing how useless he had become, to simply reduce himself into nothing but a burden who couldn’t even pass through a door without help, made him feel like his world was ending.

She pulled him into an embrace, sinking his face into the crook of her neck—a habit he once grew fond of—and whispered his name over and over again until it sounded like a prayer, steadying his heartbeat little by little with every second passing by. She only hugged him even tighter when he managed to calm his breathing. “You’re okay,” she exhaled in relief, “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He brought his hand to the back of her head, feeling her strands under his fingers and finally noticing how short it was. “You should let me go,” he whispered, voice quivering.

Whether he was talking about her embrace or letting him out of her life, she didn’t care. The answer was the same for both. “No.”

“I’m fine now.”

“Well, I’m not. I want to stay like this.” Her voice was muffled by the fabric of his sweater. “Let me stay like this.”

He kept still but he no longer answered her hug, letting his arms fell loose on the side of his body. “Why did you wear the ring?”

“Because I want to.”

It soothed him a little that she answered with those words and not “Because it’s something you wanted to give me and I know how much you want me to wear it.”

He noticed her body shivering as their knees were still buried in the sand, engulfed in seawater. “We should move. It’s getting colder.”

She eventually nodded, helping him up to his feet and went back to their car, immediately turning the heater on before she carried him to the back seat where they settled close next to each other.

“Are you cold?” She asked, her voice quivering as she took her half-drenched coat off. “Guess it wasn’t a smart idea going back to the beach in autumn, huh?” He didn’t answer, too busy maintaining his composure so he wouldn’t freak out again. “Your clothes are soaked, we should get you changed. I brought some spare with me. Oh, and a blanket too.”

She was doing enough talking for both of them to fill the silence so Donghyuck kept his lips pressed tightly shut and followed her order, lifting his hands so she could pull his sweater over his head. She unbuttoned his shirt, blushing a little when his chest and stomach came into view, reminding her of the times where they spent their days raking nails down each other’s skin, exchanging wanton moans between wet kisses.

When he was left only in his jeans, she unzipped her dress, the clothing falling off her shoulders before she slipped it off her body entirely. Grabbing a blanket from the trunk, she scooted over to his place, wrapping the fabric around both of their bodies. She took his hand in hers, rubbing his cold one with hers over and over until he stopped shivering. “You really are sensitive to cold,” she mumbled to herself, “Warm enough?”

“You should’ve just thrown it away.”

She abruptly stopped moving, hands freezing as they were holding him mid-air. “What?”

“The ring,” he murmured, sliding his hand away from hers and bringing it down to his lap. “It doesn’t have any meaning now, so…”

She took her time to reply, begging herself to stay calm even when the pain was tearing her apart. Her tone was expressively hurt when she finally spoke, “You don’t want to marry me anymore?”

He could feel his jaw tightening. “Do you still want to marry me?”

“Yes, just as much as I did on the day you proposed to me for the first time. If not more.”

She answered him fast and firm, without a trace of hesitation or doubts. But the fear that his thoughts screamed at him echoed louder in his head, reducing her promise to sound nothing more than a whisper being carried by the wind. To him, she seemed like she was about to cry, and perhaps she was, but not because she had doubts about marrying him. She was heartbroken because he appeared like he was forcing her to do something she disgusts, when marrying him had been her wish all along.

If he could see her, he would’ve seen the hurtful look that painted her face. She became mute, averting her focus to her hands that laid frozen on her lap. “Haechannie,” she eventually called, “When I think of you, what do you think comes into my mind?”

A liability. A deadweight. Someone you should abandon to make your life bearable. But he stayed as soundless as the night.

“Do you think I’m doing all of this because I’m forced to do it?” Her voice was soft, but he could sense a hidden rage between her words. “Because I’m obliged to take care of you as your girlfriend—your fiancee?”

“It’s not that, it’s—” He spluttered, turning to look at her although his eyes could only see the darkness. “I just wasn’t sure it’s still the future you want us to have.“ He hesitated, his voice became quiet. “And I’m not sure whether you still want me in this condition—”

“Why are you saying that?” Her voice grew frantic. “That’s really—That’s not—“ She buried her face in her hands, her chest tightening. “I want you—of course, I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

Somehow, her affection felt like a stabbing pain from all the self-loathe that bubbled in his chest. “But I’m not the same now.”

“Doesn’t mean that I’ll stop loving—God, Haechannie, why can’t you see that we—”

“That’s the fucking problem, isn’t it? I can’t see!” His voice was resonating loudly, colored with dismay and agony, muting the sound of waves crashing behind them. “I’m fucking blind! I don’t know what kind of face you wear around me these days. I can’t tell whether you’re lying or not when you say these words—”

“I will never lie to you—”

“Yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m afraid!” He broke apart, voice filled with quivers as it nearly reduced into short gasps. “I’m afraid of having you look at me like I’m a liability. I’m tired of trying to convince myself that I can be some kind of help to you when I can’t even button my fucking shirt properly. I want to marry you—God, I want to marry you so bad—but what do I have to offer? I can’t function like a normal person, I’ve lost my job, I’m going insane, and I can’t see a damn thing!”

The second he stopped speaking, only the sound of their surroundings could be heard, along with their ragged breathing. Donghyuck brought his face to the side, hiding half of his face behind his shaky fingers, inhaling a few times to control his breathing but failing on each try.

Her eyes began to water as well but she erased the tears before they could stroll down her face. “I’m not sure if you know this already but,” she said, forcing herself to smile between hot tears. “I know how you’d prepared everything that day. I was shocked when my mother told me that you’d asked for their permission to marry me. I didn’t know you were so serious about this. I was so happy, but even then, I wasn’t as happy as the day you finally woke up, five days after the accident. I was just so relieved that I could see you alive and breathing again—to hold you in my arms, to hear your voice saying my name. I know how devastating this feels to you, losing your vision so suddenly like this, and I know how insensitive I will sound to you but let me just say this.”

She reached out to him, cupping his cheek with one hand so he could turn his face around. His eyes were tightly shut, but his eyelashes were wet as they rested against his cheeks. “I don’t care that you’re blind,” she said, rubbing her thumb gently along his cheekbone. “And I don’t care if you can’t walk without hitting walls, or if you can’t make your own coffee or wear your own clothes—what I care about is that we’re both here, together, alive and well, and there is nothing in the world that could change my mind.” When he was about to turn away again, to be swallowed by his emotions, she held his face with both hands, forcing him to bare his soul in front of her eyes. “I’d rather have you in this state or worse, rather than losing you entirely, Haechannie. I need you just as much, if not more. So, if you could just trust me, please.”

Donghyuck laid his palm against the back of her hand. “You’re better off without me, Noona. And it’s not just because of how I am now. Bad things do happen when you ignore the signs and deny your soulmate—you should’ve been with Mark—”

“I don’t care about soulmates.” She was frustrated, he could tell, by the way he was so adamant about this. “Isn’t that what you said to me too back then?”

“I know, but seeing how this happened to me, I—”

“Haechannie,” she called, gripping his hand tightly until his knuckles turned white. “What happened to you is an accident. It has nothing to do with soulmates or fate—people get into accidents, these things happen—”

“Yes, I get that, but what if it’s not? I don’t care if anything happens to me, but I can’t—” He took a sharp intake of breath. “I can’t afford anything happening to you. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Then do you want to spend your days alone instead of being with me?” Her tone was inscrutable, almost impersonal to his ears. “Be honest.”

Donghyuck bit his lip. “It doesn’t matter what I want—“

“Stop listening to your own thoughts. Listen to mine. Listen to what I’m saying.” Her temple was pressed against his, her breath fanning against his lips. “I need you, Hyuck. And if you’re too afraid to be with me, just like how I used to in the past, then let me fight for this. Let me fight for us the way you used to.” Her lips were so close to him that he could almost feel every syllable with his own. “And before you regret everything as much as I did about us, accept me.”

And just like a twig cracking under pressure, Donghyuck snapped.

He rushed to close the gap between them, his lips meeting another pair in a searing kiss and she gasped against his mouth, body tumbling backward to the seat with him pressing hotly against her. He finally let himself go, finally caved into his desires, finally devoted himself back to her like how he did in the past.

He was rushing everything, hands desperately clawing against every part of her skin that he could reach, his kiss frenzied. But all of that was a mere distraction so she wouldn’t be able to hear him whimpering against her mouth, lips quivering as he tried to contain his sobs.

“I love you,” he hastily said, holding her face with one hand as he kissed her fervently. “I’m sorry for hurting you over and over again—” The way he smashed his lips against hers was both bruising and comforting. “I just—I want you to be happy,” he groaned at the back of his throat when she tugged his lower lip between her teeth, “With or without me, I don’t care, as long as you’re happy, I—”

“With you,” she immediately confirmed, yanking against the strands of his hair as she peppered kisses down the column of his neck. “I’m only happy when I’m with you, Haechannie, so—” And she melded their lips together again, tongues sliding against one another, drowning in passion.

It was a mystery to her when Donghyuck said he wasn’t the same. He still felt like flames, burning her skin with his every touch, igniting sparks of fire in her heart with whispers of her name. But even if he was transforming into an entirely different person, she knew she would still dedicate herself to him either way.

There’s no life without you.

What started as a rush of a moment gradually turned into something slow where they began to savor each touch with more affection and less uncontrollable lust. As he needed her guidance, she switched their positions, letting Donghyuck sat with his spine pressed against the seat, the skin on his back sticking uncomfortably against the leather.

She noticed how he flinched more under her fingertips, sensitive to even a small graze of skin meeting skin. “Are you okay?” She asked, settling on his lap, straps of her bra falling off her shoulders.

He nodded anxiously, tilting his face so she could take the sign and kiss him again and she did, but her touch was paper-thin. “You seem nervous,” she commented, caressing his cheek in concern as he circled his arms around her waist.

“I am,” he admitted, cheeks turning rosy. “I’m going crazy because I can’t see you. I’m afraid that I’d do something wrong and make you feel—”

“Then I’ll let you know,” she assured him, thumb tracing his lower lip. “I’ll say everything if that’s what you want to know, so stop thinking too much.” She leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead before she brushed the tip of her nose against his. “And just… feel me more.”

Donghyuck let her take his hand and exhaled softly when she pressed it against her cheek, shaky fingertips began to trace her jawline, the shape of her lips, her chin, her neck. His eyes were closed but his eyebrows were furrowed deep in concentration, and she would’ve smiled at the sight if his touches weren’t scorching on her skin, enveloping her with sensations she had been longing for months.

His other senses were heightened, noticing her scent better, listening to every gasp, every moan of his name, feeling her veins, her small scars from her childhood days—everything.

“So beautiful,” he praised under his breath but she caught it, sending goosebumps all over her body. “A-are you okay?” He asked, noticing how she fidgeted and shifted her weight. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s just—“ She bit her lip when his fingers ran along the valley of her breasts, stopping when he reached her bra. “It’s been a while since we last—” a moan escaped her lips when he slipped his thumb behind the fabric, calloused skin meeting her sensitive nub. “Haechannie…”

Donghyuck gulped, his ears turning scarlet. Not being able to see the whole thing yet hearing the sounds she made really drove him to the brink of his sanity. “God, I wish I could see you,” he nearly whimpered. “I want to see your face.”

“Do you— ” She shuddered, as he brought his lips to trace every line he made with his fingertips before. “Do you still see me in your dreams?”

He nodded once, cupping her breast and sighing in content when it fit his palm perfectly.

She flinched, pressing her hips down to meet him more, urging him to move even closer. “Present ones?”

“N-not these days,” he moaned against her neck at the needed friction. “I see your past memories more often.”

She had to stop him and push him away for a moment because she couldn’t concentrate with his lips shyly sucking bruises on her sensitive parts. “Then let’s make as many memories as we can,” she said, slightly out of breath. “Maybe you can’t see me now, but you’ll see me in your dreams. Maybe then you’ll realize just how happy I am these days, because of you.”

He parted his lips in realization. He was too consumed by his depressing thoughts that he never tried to look through a new perspective. Even when he had lost his vision, she still managed to paint a spectrum of colors in his mind, in one way or another. As long as he’s with her, his life would never be monochromatic.

So this time, he could truly smile.

“Then…” He brought his hand down, whispering against her ear, “I can see you when we’re doing this too?” He suddenly slipped behind the fabric of her underwear, sliding his finger along her folds and she almost leaped out to her feet, yelping in surprise.

“Haechannie!” Her face was flushed, even going down to her neck and for the first time in what felt like forever, Donghyuck laughed, so airy and so him, making her eyes widen when she realized just how much she’d missed seeing him like this. “Ah, you’re really just—“ but she never finished, already moving her hips against him again, lips meeting in a heated kiss as it became a necessity for both of them to fulfill.

“Marry me,” he said, breathless and desperate as he kissed her shoulder, almost sinking his nails on the sides of her hips from how tight he was holding her. “Please marry me. I want—I need you to be my wife.”

Her eyes were unfocused, just like his were. Hooking her fingers around his silver necklace, she tugged him closer before she mouthed against the mole on his neck, making him moan her name.

“That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time.” She giggled, grabbing him by the chin in preparation for another kiss. “Idiot.”

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