#running home to my family after i couldn't take it anymore...

[sameergaza]

Never, first of all, I thank you all for what happened last week. I asked to collect an amount to buy a bag of flour, and I only saw from you that you did not let me down and we collected the full amount. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, guys, but I will be alert to a simple thing that happened to me new, when I collected the amount of 500 dollars, which is the price of a bag of flour 7 days ago, and this is what I asked for money to buy a whole bag, but unfortunately, when I went to buy flour, I found that flour traders and the owners of thefts, had hidden the flour, and did not show it at all, what's wrong? What's the problem? No one knows the reason, I went back to my house, although the money is available to me and I can buy it, the effects of sadness on my family and their sadness seemed for what happened to me, my father told me to go to another place tomorrow to buy flour, so I started the next day to look for any bag of flour, and in the end, I found people selling flour, I was happy to see them, and I felt that this time I would not take my family, I went quickly, and I asked the man how much is the price of the bag I need one, so he told me that the price of the bag is 1000 dollars, and here was my shock, he started negotiating with him, I told him Yesterday it was worth 500 dollars،

What happened, why did his price double, he didn't listen to me, and he was a cursed merchant, but I couldn't come back empty this time, I was forced to buy 12 kilos of flour, equivalent to half a bag of flour, and I returned home, this did not execute my family's joy of getting flour, although we did not buy enough of it, but we ate and were full yesterday and here we are eating today too, and all that credit is up to you, but it is not enough tomorrow we will eat for the last time, we need 3 kilos per day, so the quantity I brought will run out tomorrow, and we will return to famine after that, I think if it is not annoying, to continue collecting the amount, enough to buy half another bag, or collect the price of another bag of flour, but I will only ask for a little, 500 dollars to buy half another bag, it will be enough.

I'm sorry for everything I did. I swear if there was something else I would do I have no other choice. Please, my friends, who is bothering him, tell me that he doesn't want to hear anything from him, and I won't bother him with my messages anymore.

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[lyrefromthesea]

You’re absolutely one of my favourite writers 💙 Please could I request hashira x reader, where the reader looks after the hashira’s family/ those they care for when they are on a long mission 💙💙

Male pillars x reader - family matters

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

who would've expected nearly the entirety of the Uzui family to fall sick? it luckily didn't hit him, but Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma all fell ill.

you would've done it without his pleading, but when he asked you so kindly to take care of his wives, you couldn't say no.

you were in a relationship with them too, it was only right to take care of your loved ones, right?

so when Tengen came home and saw you put wet towels on all their head with the outmost patience, he felt his heart swell with pride.

"i'm back, are you all feeling better?" he asked, looking down at the three sick women. they were cuddled up in their shared bed, not wanting to be alone.

he was glad when he watched them slowly nod and tell him how good you've taken care of them.

"thank you, beautiful.." he said to you, glad that there was someone he could trust. "let me help now."

Obanai:

when Obanai left for a mission and left Kaburamaru with you, he knew you would take care of his friend. however, he didn't expect finding you like this.

you have fallen asleep in the kitchen, your cheek squished against the counter. Kaburamaru had found his place around your neck, as if he wanted to keep you warm.

Iguro looked around, seeing Kaburamaru's food bowl. it was empty, but he knew the snake had eaten today. he could tell by the way Kaburamaru was sleeping with you, having filled his stomach.

furthermore, there was a plate full of food placed near you. he could see another empty plate in the sink, indicating that you've already eaten.

he had told you when he would come back from his mission, figuring that you've prepared the second plate for him.

he looked at you with a gentle gaze, not wanting to wake you up, but knowing you shouldn't sleep in the kitchen. with a quick and careful movement, he had picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

you had taken care of him and his snake, it was time to take care of you now.

Rengoku:

multiple bottles of liquor stood in front of his family's estate. they were all empty.

he knew those were the bottles his father used to buy, but the man would never place them here.

knowing that you had been staying in his house for the past few days, he figured it would have something to do with you.

"i'm home, dear!" he greeted, happy when he saw you run up to him. perhaps you had been spoiling him too much, but he was used to a kiss on the lips whenever he returned to you.

"first you take my sake away and now this? i'll puke!" Shinjuro scolded you, but you just smiled back at him.

Kyojuro was confused at first, quickly remembering the empty liquor bottles in front the family estate.

"don't pretend like you didn't like the past days! you even played board games with me and Senjuro." you countered, sticking your tongue out.

perhaps it was because you weren't a demon slayer, but Shinjuro could speak to you much more calmly than with others. or maybe it was because you reminded him of the peace of earlier days.

"you did? let's celebrate my return with another board game!" Kyojuro enthusiastically offered, earning a happy nod from you.

"you're going to play as well, right?" you ask Shinjuro, not surprised by him rolling his eyes, knowing he would join you two and Senjuro.

Sanemi:

"is he okay?" Sanemi asked, his fists clenching hard. he was desperate to know about his little brother's state.

when he heard that Genya had been hurt during his fight with a demon, he had wanted to see his brother right away, but he couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

he knew that Genya hated him for what he had done, he had no right to worry over him now.

naturally, his eyes lit up when he saw you take over the role of a nurse, watching over Genya properly.

"he's doing better." you answered, seeing him quiet down and nod. he felt relief settle in his heart, coming closer to hug you.

his head rested on your shoulder, his arms hanging by his side. his heart was trapped in a mix of guilt and relief.

"you know, he told me that he missed you. you should see him.." you told him, knowing the story the two brothers shared was a sad one.

"no.." he simply said, but you could hear the sorrow in his voice. he probably wanted his brother back as much as Genya wanted him.

"thank you for looking after him.."

Giyuu:

he had trouble revealing his feelings to other people, but when he heard Tanjiro being hurt once again, you noticed the look on his face.

when you told him that you'd temporarily look after the young demon slayer, you saw the man relax slightly. he trusted you and he knew you'd do your best.

he wanted to do his best for you as well, deciding it would only be fair to visit you and Tanjiro now and then.

"Tomioka-san!" Tanjiro beamed, nearly making his way out of the bed, but you held him back, letting him remember that he needed to rest as much as possible.

"Tanjirou, are you feeling better..?" he asked, stepping into the room Tanjirou got assigned. he glanced up at you, seeing a soft smile form on your face.

he made his way towards you while he listened to the boy talk.

"i'm feeling so much better already! [name]-san took great care of me!" Tanjirou said, enthusiastically fiddling with his hands. Giyuu moved to your side, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"thank you for taking care of him." Giyuu whispered against your ear, turning your head to face him. "i have another mission now, wish me luck, love."

you nodded, knowing that you would pray for his return every day, you just didn't know Tanjirou would speak up again. "Tomioka-san! Tomioka-san!"

naturally, Giyuu hurried out of the room.

Gyomei:

"namu, cat cute.." he mumbled, pressing the small animal against his body in a squeezing hug.

you chuckled quietly, seeing the cat meow and wiggle in an attempt to get out.

you had found it a few days ago, the cat couldn't walk due to it's injured paw. when Gyomei came back that day, he was fine with you keeping the cat until it was healthy.

truthfully, he was more than fine with the addition to his home, especially when he found the cat sitting on one of his shirts a few days later.

he took it as a sign that the cat liked him, first feeding it and then trapping it in his arms.

"was this really a good idea? i feel like the cat is getting more attention than me." you teased, not expecting his strong arm to wrap around you as well, now trapping you in the same hold as the cat.

"you're cute too, don't worry."

[niwaart]

LOST OMEGA

*Part1 *part2 *part3 *part4

As the car drove toward Wayne Manor, Bruce thought about all those years he'd spent searching for Y/N to no avail. He'd thought she'd run away after her fight with him, especially since she'd been angry at him for not giving her the chance to join Batman as a partner. If only he'd known she'd been kidnapped... if only he'd known she'd seen Jason killed...

In the backseat, Nightwing held Y/N's frail hand, feeling guilty every time he looked at her faded scars and her cuffed wrists. She smelled of fear and neglect, and though she'd fallen asleep now, her eyes bore traces of tears.

When they arrived at the manor, Alfred was waiting anxiously by the door. When he saw Batman holding Y/N in his arms, he nearly dropped the cup he was holding. "Oh...!" he whispered, his voice broken.

"Alfred, get her old room ready... and the medical exam room ready," Bruce said, his voice ragged.

Alfred was confused. "Y/N?" He thought she was gone, thought she'd left the family. After pulling himself together, Alfred nodded quickly as he led them inside.

Damian, still angry, paused at the door. "Dad, who is she?"

Bruce paused. "She's... your adopted sister."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "My adopted sister? No one ever told me about her."

"Because we thought she... wasn't with us anymore." Dick said sadly as he followed Bruce upstairs.

Bruce gently placed Y/N on the bed, while Alfred began a quick examination. "She's severely malnourished... and signs of torture," Alfred said, his voice trembling.

Bruce clenched his fists. The Joker... will pay for this.

Suddenly, Y/N jolted awake, her eyes wide with terror. "Robin! Where's Robin?!" she screamed as she struggled to get up.

"Y/N, you're safe now, this is your home." Bruce tried to calm her down.

But she looked at him apprehensively. "No... The Joker will take Robin again... I can't leave Robin!"

Damian, who was standing by the door, hesitantly stepped forward. "I'm here... no one will take me."

Y/N stared at him, then pointed a trembling finger at the "R" logo on his chest. "Robin... you're okay!" She jumped out of bed and ran toward him, but Damian quickly backed away.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted, trying to hide his confusion.

Y/N paused, her eyes filling with pain.

Bruce put his hand on Damian's shoulder. "She still thinks you're Jason... she just didn't know years had passed."

Damian looked at Y/N, then at the floor. "This is... stupid." But his voice wasn't as strong as he'd wanted it to be.

That night, after Y/N had settled back down to sleep, everyone gathered in the living room. Dick was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. "All this time... she was there, locked in the dark."

Bruce was standing by the window, looking out. "We failed her."

Suddenly, they heard the door slam open.

"Where is she?!"

Everyone turned toward the sound. Jason Todd, now known as Red Hood, was standing in the doorway, his helmet to the side and his eyes burning with rage.

"Jason..." Dick whispered.

"You told me she ran away! You told me she left us! And now you're saying she's been with the Joker all these years?!" Jason's voice nearly shook the walls.

Bruce sighed. "We made a mistake."

Jason stormed into the room. "I want to see her... now."

When Jason entered the room, he saw the sleeping Y/N, and it felt like a knife had been pierced through his heart. She was almost a skeleton, her pale bunny ears moving slightly in her sleep.

"Oh my God..." Jason fell to his knees beside the bed. Jason couldn't speak, he just held her hand tightly.

Dick watched from the door of Y/N's room, while Bruce went with Alfred to more accurately review the scan results. Dick entered the room and placed his hand on Jason's shoulder, looking at Y/N's sleeping form.

"I could barely take one day of beatings from the Joker before, and that damn Lazarus Pit only made it worse and I went crazy... But her? She spent over five years under the Joker's torture... We're lucky she's still alive..." Jason whispered in pain, sobbing silently, his tears falling onto Y/N's hand as Dick hugged Jason tightly.

Damian was just watching silently from the doorway.

The next day, Y/N woke up screaming Robin's name. Dick was beside her, hugging her and gently cooing, trying to calm her down. "It's okay... Robin's fine, I promise... Jason's fine..." Dick said gently, wiping Y/N's tears away. Jason was outside the room, scared and nervous. He could hear Y/N calling his name... His hands were shaking, his breathing shallow. He hesitantly entered the room after removing the aka scent blockers from his glands. "I'm here..." He approached the bed where Y/N was and knelt in front of her.

Dick was beside Y/N, brushing her messy hair back. Y/N looked at Jason in shock. She tried to get closer, then backed away, looking at Dick as tears filled her eyes again. "It's okay, it's Robin... it's Jason," Dick said in a low voice.

Y/N turned to Jason. He smelled like Jason, but with slight differences. Y/N slowly approached Jason and gently cupped his face. "Robin?..." she whispered.

Jason leaned into Y/N's touch. "Yes... I'm fine, and alive." As soon as he finished speaking, Y/N pulled him into her makeshift nest and hugged him tightly, crying bitterly. Jason hugged her back and cried with her. Dick held himself back so he wouldn't cry too. It wasn't long before Y/N lost consciousness, but this time she transformed into a small, fragile rabbit. Omegas only transform into their secondary species when they feel completely safe, and what surprised Dick and Jason was how fragile and small Y/N was. Jason's hands were larger than Y/N's, which worried Jason and Dick.

Damian entered the room with a frown on his face, carrying food. "I brought breakfast, Alfred said-..." Damian couldn't finish his sentence at the sight before him... Was that a rabbit? He didn't know rabbits were that small... And where was Y/N? After a few seconds, he deduced that the rabbit was Y/N! He immediately placed the food on the table and went to see the rabbit closer.

"Is... Is that Y/N?" Damian asked, placing his hand on the rabbit's head. "Yes." Dick answered, snapping a picture of Y/N and sending it to Bruce.

"She's so small... can I hold her?" Damian looked at Jason excitedly. Damian was known to love animals, so this was only to be expected.

"Of course not." Jason carried the small bunny away from Damian and held it close to his chest.

Damian frowned and shouted angrily, "Why?!"

"Because you're still a kid." Jason sneered.

Damian was about to reply if Dick hadn't interrupted, "That's enough. Bruce asked us to bring her downstairs for another checkup." Jason and Damian turned to Dick, who snatched Y/N from Jason's grasp and rushed downstairs before the two could fly him away.

"You bastard!!" Jason shouted, running after Dick, followed by Damian, who pulled out a sword from God knows where.

I'm sorry to make you wait so long for this part, but I made more than ten scenarios for this part and I was torn on which one to choose 🥹 thank you for waiting and reading ❤️🤍❤️🤍

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[gutghost]

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggle to breathe. Whether it be from guilt or heartbreak, you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Putting my two cents even tho I got less money then that 🤭🤭🤭

Reader wearing batfamily merchandise like randomly one day reader comes out of their cave wearing a shirt with the family symbol on it and reader is just like "oh yea"

Pookie thank you for your time 🤭🤭🤭🤭!!!!

(Gotta blow the cob webs of this one) LOVE THE IDEA POOKIE!!!

The reader used to get Batfam merchandise because before the whole neglect thing, the reader was a huge fan of the Batfam. They thought the family was so cool, awesome, and fun that they just couldn't help but buy merch related to them. When your dad takes you to Wayne Manor and you accidentally end up in the Batcave, you start jumping up and down with happiness and excitement. YOUR DAD IS BATMAN, THE BATMAN, AND YOUR SIBLINGS ARE NIGHTWING, RED HOOD, RED ROBIN, SPOILER, BATGIRL, ORACLE, AND ROBIN! This feels like God coming down and saying, "Hey kid, out of the billions of people, you're my favorite!" You start to have fantasies of becoming a Robin, only for Damian to shut you down, calling you weak and a liability on the field, while Tim tells you Damian is right and how you have no experience. Jason tells you that you don't have the soul to be Robin, which quickly shuts your dreams down. And don't even think about being Batgirl—Babs tells you you're not ready and suggests you stay a civilian where you can be safe. Later on, you hear how you just can't do things like Cass can or how you don't have the spirit Steph has. Your sister Steph breaks you even more, yelling at you when you bring up the idea of being Robin or Batgirl, calling you naive and thinking that everything is a game, which isn't true. She just won't admit she was just as naive at one point. When you come to Bruce about it, he shuts you down even more, telling you that you're not like the others and that you should give up the silly dream. You're this close to packing your things and going back home, but then again, Mama didn't raise no quitter, so you try your very best, even making your own Robin suit, only to have it ripped right in front of you by Damian, who yells that you're a disgrace to the Wayne name. When you talk to Bruce about it, he goes on about how Damian has been through so much, and you can't hold a grudge. Well, you do after that day. You destroy all your Batfamily merchandise, leaving the manor with a big bag full of stuff. You tell Alfred to drive to some alleyway, where you dump all your things. Alfred pours gasoline into the trash can, and you take a lighter out of your pocket, setting the merch ablaze, watching the fire burn as the old butler holds you and tries to comfort you, telling you that the family doesn't mean what they say. A few weeks pass, and barely anyone notices that your favorite Nightwing hoodie is gone or that you don't have your Batman keychain on your house keys anymore. When Tim goes into your room asking to borrow your charger, he sees that your walls, which used to be filled with posters of the Batfam, are stripped bare. The shelf that had figures of them is gone, and the plushies of them have disappeared. "What happened to them?" he asks, and all you say is, "Oh, I just grew up." Grew up? Grew up? Tim knew that wasn't true! I mean, you watch Bluey for Christ's sake. You didn't grow up. He wonders where it all went until Alfred says you burned them all. He runs to the others with this information, and they don't believe it until they go to that very same alleyway, where they see all the burnt merchandise and the Robin costume you made that Damian destroyed. They realize they need to apologize fast.

[reallyromealone]

Can you do a long fic where bakugou has a baby brother like maybe 2 years old?

Title: sibling bonding

Fandom:my hero Academia

Warnings: male reader, baby reader, fluff, big brother Bakugo, soft Bakugo

Notes: I can't promise a long fic as my fic lengths are based off of how much steam I have but ill write what I can

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Bakugo was happy to have the house mostly alone, his parents in Milan for two weeks he had off for a fashion show.

Why was he mostly alone?

Well they couldn't take his little brother, the two year old didn't do planes well and it was just easier to find a sitter or let him stay with someone for the time, usually their aunty. "Uh-oh" (name) said as he dropped his sippy cup carefully lifting it back up before wandering to his brother "ka!" He said happily as he climbed onto the couch "what squirt?" Katsuki said to the young tot who looked at his phone "what do?" He asked as Katsuki got notifications from discord "I'm texting a few friends, they're coming to visit later for a movie" he was always so soft with his brother, sure he was loud as the rest of his family but his baby brother took more after their dad so he always tried to be gentle.

"Oovee?" He asked curiously and Katsuki nodded "yeah a movie, we gotta get some snacks for you and me before it" he said to the boy who smiled "cake!" "No cake but we can get you a cake pop when we get our walk home drink" Katsuki knew how to compromise with the boy who clapped his hands excitedly.

Katsuki helped (name) put on his shoes before putting him on his shoulders, it was easier to do than hold his hands and (name) got to have fun.

The two went to the convenience store as (name) pointed to various snacks, Katsuki having to hinder the boy with the fact he wanted /everything/ the store had to offer but did compromise with some ice cream and little treats for after dinner and such.

"Cake!" (Name) was absolutely thrilled when Katsuki handed him a cake pop, the teen holding the snacks with one hand and had (name) on his hip as they walked home, (name) eating his treat contently, the boy taking a sip from their drink occasionally.

(Name) loved helping his brother, the tot getting to help put things together for the hang out "you get to watch a movie then it's bath time alright?" Katsuki said to his brother who did a little dance before running off to go play with his toys 'weird kid' Katsuki thought fondly as he finished prep.

"YOOOO BAKUBRO!" Kirishima said as he and a few other classmates entered the Bakugo house, Kaminari whistling at how nice it was inside "whose ready to paaaarty!" Mina said as her, ochaco and Momo came inside with snacks "let's watch some scary...shoopuff" mina halted when she saw the two year old in Katsukis arms, little (name) looking curious but recognized Kirishima from a few visits "little man!" Kirishima ran and grabbed the boy and lifted him "what's up!"

"Hiiii!"

"Whose the kid?" Kaminari asked as (name) spoke nonsense to Kirishima but it was probably his day if any context about "walk" and "cake pop" were to go off of "that's my brother" Katsuki said gruffly, a slight glare on his face as his friends looked at the babe curiously.

During the movie, the teens would notice Bakugo would be soft with the boy even when he scolded him "oi, leave that alone" "but you're smelly!" (Name) argued back, holding a book in his hands "put it down and park your ass and watch the movie or its night time" Bakugo said to his brother who huffed but complied "you're not my favorite brother anymore!"

"Ah? And who is?"

"Dad!"

The movie went on well, the group putting on a hero movie and before they knew it, it was (name)s bath time "bubububbub!" (Name) was pleased with the bubbles as he played with his toys, his older brother working around him to wash him "head back" the teen said gruffly as he put a visor on the boys forehead and rinced out the shampoo before repeating it with the conditioner "kaa! Ducky!" The boy squirted some water at his brother who rolled his eyes "wanna see something cool?" He asked his little brother who looked curious "ya!'

Katsuki put his hand in the water and activated his quirk, just enough to give a jacuzzi affect "whoa!" The boy said excitedly as Katsuki pulled his hand out "now, out ya go!"

"Nooo!"

"None of that! Come on, let's brush your fucking teeth and get you to bed brat"

(Name) cuddled into his brothers shoulder as he wore his fuzzy pajamas, the other teens waving him goodnight as Katsuki brought him to his bedroom and tucked him into bed "hah? What's this?" Katsuki held up a small handmade plush of him in his hero suit "Die'ite!" (Name) grabbed the plush and Katsuki felt a small smile creep on his face as his little brother hugged the toy "he a hero you like?"

"He's the bestest!"

[illyrianshadow]

Lost in Shadows (pt. III)

Summary: After centuries apart, you see him again — Azriel, the boy who once kept you safe in the shadows of Windhaven.

But now he’s a stranger and you’re left wondering: does he remember? And is your connection, fated or forgotten, still strong enough to bring you together?

Warnings: none really, just two idiots sickeningly obsessed with each other, read at your own risk

A/N: Get ready for another lil' peak in to Azriel's mind. If you were thinking he couldn't become anymore tortured than he already is, think again. Always excited to hear your thoughts loves. x iz

Word count: 2K

Part 1 | Part 2

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Azriel’s POV 

The Spymaster of the Night Court is freaking out. He’s having a full blown, existential crisis and he’s very glad his family are too wrapped up in themselves to notice. 

He looks at Rhys and Mor still bickering about god knows what. He’s glad for the distraction, it’s causing them to focus purely on each other instead of the Shadowsinger crumbling in front of them. He’s relieved they are no longer obsessing over his lack of focus. Busybodies. 

The last thing he wants is for his family to start asking him why he’s so lost in thought. How would he even begin to explain? 

He’s kept a huge secret from them for most of the time he’s known them, he’s not sure how they are going to react when they find out. If he was them, he would probably feel betrayed. At least for a little bit. 

What would he even say to them? 

When we were young I had a secret friendship with the daughter of one of the most brutal males Windhaven has ever known? She was everything to me, and days after I found out she was my mate she had to leave and I haven’t seen her in over 500 years? I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again? 

Not exactly light conversation. Besides, Rhys and Cassian had absolutely despised Baric when he was still alive. Finding out their brother is mated to his daughter and hid it from them for centuries is probably not something that will go down well. 

It’s rare for a mating bond to present itself so young, but when it happened it hadn’t scared him. You were his safety net, his home. It felt right. 

He’d been building up the courage to tell you, planning on surprising you on your birthday and if the moment felt right, he would’ve told you then. When he arrived at your hiding spot and found your note it broke him. 

He became frantic, all of his instincts telling him to chase after you. He needed to find you, help you, protect you. It was his duty. You were his mate and now you were gone. Before he even got the chance to tell you. 

That’s when he sent one of his shadows after you to track you down, to make sure you were okay. 

When it found you in a harbour in Velaris days later and returned with the message that he needed to let you go, he promised himself that he would do everything it took to be reunited with you again one day. He’d never stop fighting for you, never stop looking. 

He threw himself into his training until it became all consuming. His brothers noticed something was wrong, but they assumed he was just dealing with his traumas. Everyone did. They didn’t know the training kept him steady, focussed. He was training so he could be ready in case he ever needed to fight to get you back. It was an outlet for his feelings, a way for him to feel useful. 

Azriel sighs softly, one of his hands rubbing the spot on his chest just over his heart where the mating bond has been lying dormant for centuries. He’s become so used to it, some days he can almost forget it’s there. Almost. 

It’s stirring now though. Your presence has awoken something primal that’s been suppressed and pushed down for longer than it should have been. 

He’s itching to go over to you, to reach out. It’s taking all of his control not to run to your side and take you into his arms. To fly you away from here to have you solely to himself. 

He’s becoming more restless by the second and even your presence nearby is starting to lose the calming effect on his shadows. 

That’s a first. 

They’re starting to swirl around him, behaving a bit more frantically as they try and break free to make their way over to you. It’s taking all of his willpower to not give in and let them do what they so desperately want. 

Touch. They whisper in his ear. Mate. Hold mate. 

He can feel one of them starting to move, slithering over the floor towards the bar. It’s the same one that once followed you all the way to Velaris. It’s always been drawn to you. He lets it go and prays you won’t notice its presence before he’s ready. 

Once again Azriel’s thoughts are rudely interrupted by his brother. 

Rhys slaps his hand down on the table in force. “On that note, I have to leave.” 

Azriel looks at him, puzzled by his sudden announcement. 

Rhys just rolls his eyes slightly when he realises his brother has not been paying attention to any of their conversations. “Duty calls. Nyx has had a nightmare. I’ll see you tomorrow brother, I’ll stop by the training ring.” He presses a kiss to Mor’s cheek. “Goodnight cousin darling. And behave.” With a last wink at both of them he winnows home. 

Now it’s just him and Mor left. 

Once this would have been all he wanted. 

When he first met Mor he was taken aback by how much she reminded him of you. Her strength and resilience. Her ability to make light of tough situations. Her unwavering confidence. The beauty radiating from her that makes people stop in their tracks. 

Frantic to have any part of you he could, even if it wasn’t real, he became obsessed with being around her. It was the closest thing he had of you. He knew it wasn’t healthy but he just couldn’t help himself. He thinks it was some ancient, territorial part of him that made him do so. Always looking for his mate, never resting. 

Mor looks at him, concern shining through in her eyes. She places her hand on top of his and gives it a small squeeze. 

‘Are you okay Az, you seem distracted?” 

He just nods, not ready to voice any of this just yet. He needs to speak to you first, see you first. 

“Yeah I’m good.” he mumbles. “I think I just need to be alone for a bit.” 

She gives his hand one final squeeze and gets up. “I’ll go and see if Amren and Nesta feel like going to Rita’s with me. Will you be alright?” 

Azriel gives her a small smile in response. He loves how she never pushes him to talk when she can tell he doesn’t want to. He just waves her off. “Go have fun. Don’t spend too much of Rhys’ money.” 

She grins and winks at him when making her exit. “Can’t make any promises there.” 

And then it is just him. He downs the rest of his drink and wills his shadows to stay by his side while gathering the courage to approach you. After a few minutes he gets up. 

He turns around and his eyes immediately fall on your form in the corner of the bar. You look absolutely breathtaking. You had always been beautiful but it seems like you have grown into your beauty even more. 

He tucks in his wings and starts walking over to you, a fake confidence in his steps. He’s hoping it will make him feel more prepared, maybe he can fool himself into believing he’s ready. That he’s not absolutely terrified.  

Just when he’s about to clear his throat and speak your name, you jump up from the stool and lose your footing. 

He reaches out to you immediately, scarred hands touching your waist , sending a jolt of electricity to his very core. 

You look up at him and that’s when he feels it. The bond in his chest roaring to life, finally answered by the one thing it’s been seeking for over 500 years. It can no longer lie dormant, be one-sided or suppressed. 

 His shadows start whispering again. Home. 

———

Reader POV

Mate. The word echoes through your head over and over again.

You’re suddenly hyper aware of the male in front of you. Being this close to him, his overwhelming scent of night-chilled mist and cedar fills your senses.

Cedar, like the forest surrounding Windhaven. The same forest that provided you a safety blanket before Azriel did. The smell of home. 

You feel dizzy from the overwhelming realisation of how right this is. Everything makes so much sense, you feel blind for not seeing it before. You and the male in front of you fit together like a puzzle, both of you tailor made by the cauldron to only fit each other. 

You watch him, his shadows hanging still around his frame and you wonder if he has come to the same realisation. Surely he must be feeling this too? 

You put your hand on top of his scarred one still resting on your waist. Your head is spinning and you are struggling to focus with the alcohol roaring through your bloodstream. 

This is not how you imagined this would go. 

When you were a child you had often fantasised about meeting your mate one day. You’d heard stories, both good and bad, but had always dreamed you would find that unconditional bond with someone. Hell, you had always hoped it would be Az when you got old enough to wish for those things. 

All you feel is the need to be closer to him. You want to wrap yourself around him, hold on and never let go. But since you haven’t seen him in 500 years and are in the middle of a crowded bar, you’re guessing that’s probably not the proper response. You wish someone had written a guidebook on how to do this. 

Navigating the mating bond for dummies, or how to confront your mate after 500 years 101.

You’re starting to think your approach of getting drunk might not have been the best decision. 

You try to bring yourself back to the present by focusing on the situation at hand. You find Azriel’s eyes and give him a careful smile. He looks at you, gaze soft mixed with a hint of concern and something else you can’t quite place. Is that recognition, or are you imagining things? 

You straighten yourself, placing one hand on the bar to keep you from toppling over. 

By the cauldron this is embarrassing. You are really regretting the amount of drinks you’ve had. 

“Thanks Azzie.” The nickname falls from your lips before you can help yourself. Your eyes go wide at your words as you cover your mouth with your hand in shock. 

You blame the current alcohol content in your body for your stupidity. 

You haven’t seen him since you were 18, clueless and in love. And you’ve just called him by his childhood nickname in the middle of a crowded bar. Your cheeks turn a dark crimson. You wish the floor would swallow you whole. 

He looks at you in shock, but you can read the amusement on his face. He probably thinks you are some foolish, drunk female getting too familiar with the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. 

You’be only been back in Velaris a couple of days but you had heard the whisperings. 

Females obsessed with the Night Court’s most “eligible bachelor” now that the High Lord and Cassian were taken. 

Azriel pulls a bar stool closer to him and gestures for you to sit down while he flags down the fae behind the bar. He gets you both a glass of water and settles down next to you. 

You take a few small sips, aware of his gaze still locked onto your face in shock. 

He clears his throat and you brace yourself for what comes next. You feel a soft pull on the bond in your chest, a cautious contact. Your eyes widen. 

His voice sounds thick with emotion when he speaks. “I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

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Welcome Home, Daddy

The aftermath of when Bucky accidentally relapsed into the Winter Soldier.

Summary: Bucky was over the moon when he discovered that Y/N was pregnant with his child. But, when the danger that lurks in dark threatened to steal his family away, a fellow soldier decided to come home.

Note: Highly recommend to read 《 Welcome Home... Soldat? 》 for backstory. But, you can also read this as a stand alone (though you might miss some call backs on the soldat's behaviour if you skip)

Pairing: winter soldier!bucky x female!reader

Words: 7.1k++ (bare with me, please)

Warnings: graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, sudden fluff, tiny bit of angst, google translated russian, and just so much detained anger exploding around, soldat is just deadly yet adorable in this one (i can't even handle it, and i'm the author), this event takes place far in the future after what happened in 《 Welcome Home...Soldat? 》

A/N: Looks like we have the winner for the poll 👀 Who's ready for our lovely soldat to make his appearance again? I know I'm not, but here we are. So, strap in and let's do this!

P/S: Also, I might as well make this as my submission for the seven writing event hosted by @nickfowlerrr 💌 Check out the event masterlist and support the writers by reading and reblogging their stories!

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They say the wrath of a fighter may threatened a heinous war but the wrath of a lover will let the earth drenched in bloody gore. And if a fool was daft enough to tore a lover from his other half, then they might just court themselves right into the hands of death.

And this couldn't be more true, especially if we consider the crime that the soldat was currently committing. Surely, the blood pooling on the floor will forever leave a grim mark that'll haunt the people who ever witness it.

"Where is she?" the soldat prompted the frail woman, limping on the chained chair. Despite the horrid situation, he sounded rather calm when he spoke.

How unfortunate it was for Elle to be associated with Hydra yet to also be so exposed to the dangers of the ghost himself, the Winter Soldier. Hydra may have their suspicion about the soldat making a move, but she didn't expect that she would be involved in the mess of this ordeal.

The cold metal of the soldat's vibranium fingers, particularly his index and thumb, latched themselves on another one of her nails. Her mouth slacked open but no sound was able to be formed when the soldat mercilessly ripped her nail right off her finger.

And oh, the pain was beyond any kind of injury that she had ever experienced, not a even a bullet through her flesh could be compared to this agony of a torture.

He harshly grabbed Elle by the back of her neck, forcing her to watch the blood leaking from the reddened flesh of her fingers, "I asked you a simple question, су́ка (bitch). Where the fuck is she?" The soldat's patience had been running thin and rage had clouded his judgements.

He needed to find her. His precious Родная (darling).

No matter whose neck he needed to slay or whose blood that have to be shed dry. He had to bring his darling home; no matter what it takes.

Unfortunately, it had been almost a month since he lost her.

And no one saw it coming.

Who would've thought that the old Hydra compound that the team raided were meant to be a part of a plan to weaken the Avengers. It was just a distraction filled with unexpected traps and triggers. By the time they flew home, the team were already tired and injured as the result of the raid.

So imagine the desperate struggle and utter panic that Bucky had to go through the moment he stepped his foot into the comfort of their home and had to witness Y/N's exhausted figure fighting for her life.

Hers and the baby's inside.

After hitting the 2 months mark of pregnancy, Bucky decided that Y/N shouldn't be involved in any high stake mission anymore. At first, she only laughed to his statement, thinking he was surely joking but when his stern expression didn't flatter, that was when she reliazed Bucky was not open for negotiation.

Y/N knew it was way too early to settle into her maternal leave but after having a long conversation with Bucky, they both agreed to keep her missions strictly on low-risk stakeouts and desk works at the tower.

It was supposedly be some kind of a precaution for her, to keep her and the baby safe, away from any type harm that might come their way. But, that certainly back fired.

When Bucky's burning anger had pumped him full with high stream of adrenaline, it was as if he went into an auto pilot; a murderous one at that. And soon enough he managed to take down half of Hydra's best agents that joined the mission of collecting Y/N from the tower.

For a moment, it seemed like luck was on their side, at least it felt like it.

It lasted only until Bucky saw how harsh the kick of the enemy landed on Y/N's hip, and how she managed to shield her stomach seconds before her body slammed down to the ground.

That was when fear crawled into his pumping nerves and the roots of it ran extremely cold.

And that was all it takes for Hydra to distract Bucky then immobilize him on the spot with a replica of the Sonic Taser developed by Stark Industries a few years back.

Bucky grunted painfully in protest of the high pitched sonic frequency from the device that overloads his nervous system. His body couldn't help but to slowly paralyzed its movements as his skin turned pale and the strain in his blood vessels became visible.

On the opposite side, Y/N could be seen being forcefully dragged away by a few of the Hydra agents that was left. There were couple of nasty injuries torn all over her body yet she was still stubborn on fighting back.

While she was being pulled farther away from him, she shouted his name loud and desprete, "Bucky!" Hot tears broke from the corner of her eyes as she desperately reach out her hand.

It felt as if she was right there when Bucky's hand was reaching back towards her. Like, a little bit of a push would've been enough to catch her but alas fate was not planning to be merciful.

Bucky's menancing eyes never left her wavering ones as Hydra tortured Bucky by stealing a part of his soul from him; and no one really knew how his heart clenched and torn to the fact that he was helplessly useless when Y/N needed him the most.

And when he only managed to scream back Y/N's name, he was forced to watch her wailed as she was unwillingly being taken away.

The moment when Bucky drowned himself in regret and rage, that was when the Winter Soldier took over his consciousness.

Unfortunately for the soldat, his mortal body was already worn out from all the intense fight that happened prior; he was knocked out right after he took over the body.

But in those few seconds before the darkness consumed him, the soldat managed to catch a glimpse of his darling. He saw the image of her; teary and bruised in the hands of those who created him. The very same monsters who uses him for despicable things.

That was all that he needed to see in order to break those chains around the dark pandora residing deep within his being.

The team was absolutely not ready to deal with the soldat again, this time without Y/N to tame him. Especially when his demands were unrealistic for them to fulfill.

It's been nearly 3 weeks since the incident and they had failed to locate Y/N; repeatedly. Even if they did manage to get some kind of an intel, all the of bases they had raided were basically bunch of abandoned spaces that Hydra used to occupy.

So of course the soldat was agitated. He had every right to be, more so when he thought of the increasing risk of his darling getting hurt in the hands of Hydra. And at this point, those scumbags were just messing with their minds. Especially with his.

"Listen, we're doing our best here, soldat." Steve tried to reason with him but it only fueled the burning flames within the soldat, "ты делаешь недостаточно! (You're not doing enough!)" He spat harshly that he didn't even noticed that he uses Russian language. It seemed like the unkempt irritation had conquered the chaos of his mind.

So that very night, the soldat decided to do this on his own; thus he ran away from the tower in search for his darling. He had to. Especially when he knew precisely why the Avenger was not able to find Y/N as quickly as they should be.

It was because they were the good guys. They were the heros, they were the light. And the soldat was not. In fact, he was the very opposite.

Unlike the Avengers, the soldat was not planning to play  nice and soon enough he managed to find a lead.

Which bring us to this very moment in which he successfully snuck into a Hydra agent's home to interrogate her.

But, in contrast of those Hydra troops that attack the Avengers Tower a few weeks ago, Elle was not even involved in the mission of retrieving Y/N. She was actually on a solo mission to infiltrate a certain high school to collect informations on Peter Parker. Hydra suspected that he might be involved with the new hero appearing in Queens.

However, even if she was not a part of the team mission, she knew bits and pieces of the overall plan, especially the whereabout of the main character herself, Y/N.

However, the appearance of the Winter Soldier in her temporary house was completely unexpected.

It felt like it was just few moments ago that the intel on Y/N's location reached her ears. Then, she distinctly remember the glimpse of those murderous eyes glaring into her soul. Next thing she knew was everything went pitch black.

Even if it was temporary, however it felt so surreal.

The darkness surrounding her.

The bone rattling cold.

It felt like death itself.

But unfortunately for her, the soldat was far from stopping.

Elle was fraying at the edges while the soldat crouch to her level. Even if she could barely reconstruct the unclear and blurry images through her dazed eyes, however, that didn't stop the soldat from maiming the dying woman's soul through his unforgiving gaze.

"Wake up..." he growled as he yanked her face upwards, "...we're not done yet."

It took a while for Elle to finally adjust to the light, after being in the dark for – how she felt like – so long.

After the light hits her vision, the striking pain came next. The pulsing pain surrounding of her right eye, her broken nose, her busted lips, her bleeding skin; neck, chest, arms, and almost every part of her limbs.

Everything were – slowly but surely, in each cuts and bruises on her skin – blooming its pain into existence.

How can she skipped all of this when she lost her consciousness?

Perhaps that was how she managed to stay alive as long as she had. By running away from the misery; from her reality.

Elle whined in pain but her voice suggested that she might already torn her throat apart when it sounded more like a broken grunt. Her disoriented gaze fell into her aching fingers, each were missing its nail; the tips of them was where the icky blood trickled from and had shaped a pool of blood on the floor where she rested.

The dim lighting from the room reflected on the surface of the deep-red puddle, revealing the resemblance of it to a mirror. And the blurry image looking back, was the soldat, with a sinister expression on his face.

This game, that they're playing.

It hardly seems fair to one of them. To be tortured if not speaking the truth? That's simply unjust; but if we're talking about fairness, then none of those injuries could ever be compared to the pain Y/N might be going through at this very moment. Every second of Elle's useless stubbornness was costing Y/N's safety.

And the soldat didn't like that. Not one bit.

"You mentioned Spain? Where exactly?" In one swift, harsh motion, the soldat thrust his knife through her thighs, "FUCK!"

The loud scream of pain that tore from Elle's throat was probably the last coherent word that she uttered as the torture continued.

The soldat pulled the knife out and stabbing it into the open wound, he listened to Elle's gasp for a moment, relishing her breathless pleading and the tears now openly streaming down her face.

He stabbed again, twice, each was quick and deep, not caring about the blood that spurted out across his face.

At this point Elle was just a puddle of blabbering mess; streams of saliva pouring out her mouth, sobbing, gasping for air; mixture of grunts, moans and whispers of curses and pleas were all spouted incoherently.

Anger.

Frustration.

Rage.

Wrath.

Even hatred.

The soldat was feeling it all.

It was consuming him, devouring any sanity that was left of Bucky's moral values. The eerie glint in the soldat eyes suggested that he was not planning to stop until she gave him what he wants.

God, if it wasn't for chilling atmosphere around her, Elle might just mistook that she was actually in hell.

"Pyrenees!" She cried out. The soldat instantly stopped when she confessed. He waited for an answer and right on cue, she spoke again, breathless and almost silent as the fear that engulfed her prior refused to release her from its haunting grip. And truthfully she doubt that it will ever let her go, "T-there a secret base n-near the Irati forest."

She exhaled a shaky breath as she pleaded, "S-so please. Please stop this." The was tired of the pain and the numbness that came after. And the soldat knows it.

The room was left silent momentarily, as if he was actually considering her plea but alas he already had plans for her all along, "Shame. You should've killed yourself before I came here."

As he finished the last word, the soldat viciously plunged his knife deep into her neck, digging the sharpness of it through the delicate flesh until it reach the base of the blade.

Elle gasped in response, her hands scrabbling around in effort to break free, to stop all of this. But considering the situation she was in, there was nothing she could do about it other than to take it as it was given to her.

When the motion finally stopped, the soldat simply walked away from the scene as if it was a complete norm for him to behave as he was. He didn't even thought of cleaning the mess he left behind. Or hide the corpse somewhere.

Isn't he afraid that he might leave his tracks for the police to find?

Why would he?

This has been his life for decades on end. His sole purpose of living was to kill. So best believe that the authorities will never be able to link the soldat or Bucky to this crime.

Not today, not ever.

Through the days that Y/N was locked deep within Hydra's base, she hadn't been treated the worst. In fact, the sick and twisted agents and residents in the facility was more than willing to care for her.

This was all because they wanted her baby.

It was always sickening to hear them referring her child as merely a tool for their success. And the way they worship Y/N like she was a gift from God to fulfill their purpose, was beyond insanity.

"Oh, to have the privilage of bearing the offspring of the Winter Soldier. To be able to create the perfect weapon, unlike the father. It is just honorable."

It made her stomach churned with pure disgust whenever she heard those types of comments floating around her.

Besides the eerily digusting behaviour of the agents, there was also the regular check-ups and the lab tests that she needed to attend. Out of all the things she had to endure these past few weeks, the medical check-up has always dreaded her the most.

There was this constant debate within her troubled mind; of the possibility of Hydra manipulating her baby's health and genes by inserting unknown substance into her.

"Come on, mama. On the bed." The doctor said as he patted his rubber gloved hand on the surface of the rigid single bed.

She always found it vile that the people here calling her by that nickname. It tickled her throat in a way that she wanted to puke all the tasteless gunk that they had fed her with.

As she laid on the bed and let the process went on as it usually do, the doctor suddenly stopped everything that he was doing. At first she was weirded out by the irregular act of the man, but when she felt the vibration on the ground and the rushing footsteps from the floor above her, she knew exactly why the doctor suddenly froze on his spot.

And the emergency siren that shortly blared after, had only confirmed her speculation.

But mostly, it was the panic in the doctor's eyes that gave him away; then when Y/N noticed the man scrambled to search the drawers from one of the cabinet, she knew that he was up to no good.

The second that the doctor's hurried his steps towards her with a syringe in his hand, Y/N's body immediately recoiled. She quickly stopped him by grabbing his wrist and twisted it back until the syringe dropped from his hold.

The man cursed under his breath and decided to take her by force when he grabbed a handful of her hair, almost dragging her out of the bed. Y/N shrieked painfully while her hands blindly grabbing the silver tray by the bed next to her.

She then slammed it hard against his head, and watched the contents on the tray fell and scatter onto her. She took quick skim over all the tools and saw a potential weapon for her defence; a scissor.

"Stay still, mama. Or the baby will get hurt." The doctor foolishly threatened.

Maybe it was her defence mechanism or maybe it was just her motherly instinct kicking in but something just snapped inside of her when he said those words. There was this incredibly strong urge to either fight or take flight.

Of course she could easily slipped away and make a run for it but she just couldn't risk it. Especially when her baby's life was currently at stake. So, after a short moment of hesitation, she swiftly grabbed the scissors and surge it through his ribs. The man wailed in pain as he staggered off the bed and fell onto the floor.

You'd thought a single yet firm stab through the guts was enough to quench Y/N's need of fighting back but no. Apparently, the haywire of her nerves had drove her feral and she needed him to be soulless by the time she walk out the room.

That had forced her to nearly jumped on him like a predator pinning on a meek prey and the lack of struggling on the victim's side had only gave her full control to dominate him.

Then all of the sudden, the doctor felt another strike of the pain, digging into the flesh of his chest.

He woefully cried in extreme pain while Y/N did not utter a single word or let out any sound, she stayed silent as she thrusts the scissor in and out his flesh.

Each surge was vicious than the previous. Each stab was gradually speeding up as the motion increases it's number of repetition.

She completely let her emotions took over her sanity.

Until what's left in the room was only the sloshing and splashing sound of blood seeping through every thrust, as she continued to violate the body of the corpse.

Until the calm puddle of blood on floor rippled as the tears that broke from her eyes dropped on it's surface.

And when she realized that the doctor was long dead, that broke Y/N out from her feral state. Realizing what she had done; she shakily loosen her grip on the scissors and scrambled off from the lifeless body.

Her breath was near erratic; it was a chaos of unsteady rhythm as her words was lost at the tip of her tongue. She jolted in shock when the commotion in the facility got louder than before, reminding her that Bucky was there to save her.

Y/N felt a sob choking in her throat as her hands searched her stomach to coax the child in her womb, "It's okay sweet bean, daddy's here for us."

Have you ever heard how ear-ringingly loud it is when it's hailing? How the sounds of the frozen raindrops hitting – the top of your car or the roof of the shades of an outdoor café table – can completely mute your words for anyone to hear?

That has nothing compared to the thundering sounds that echoed throughout the whole facility. The shots were fired from multiple range of stolen guns, all were coming from one moving figure.

The once clean grey and white painted walls of the hallways, were now stained and splattered with the color of crimson. The usually empty hallways, were occupied by the dead bodies of fallen Hydra agents. And the distinct scent of well-kept lair, were effortlessly replaced by the unpleasant and pungent smell; a mixture of blood and sweat.

It was a clear trail of the Winter Soldier's deeds.

This place was supposed to be pristine, but now feels more like how it should be; hell.

While the enemies were roaring into their death, the soldat on the other hand was very much the opposite.

Unlike his foe, it took him very little work from the tips of his tongue and much more on the tips of his gun. When the enemies barked like a dog, the soldat pounced like a wolf; silent and resilient.

By nature, the soldat had never been a patient man, especially when it comes to people harming his darling.

Sure, maybe he can tolerate and play along with people who messed with him, but if one were to touch even a strand of hair of his beloved, then they practically reserving themselves a first class ticket of a one-way trip to hell.

And that unhinged tendencies of his only worsen when wrath was the one reigning his mind while hatred was its ruler. His mind was nothing but a chaos of rampage and vengeance. Seeking nothing but blood and death of his foolish foe.

At this point of time, with the amount of life he had taken from the moment he step foot into the gate of the base, to the very stairs he was currently climbing, one could probably matched his heart rate with the rhythm of the shots formed by the bullets he shot.

Magazine upon magazine he reloaded his gun and waste no less than zero bullet as every shot made was accurately deadly and terrifying fatal to his prey.

As the soldat's feet reached half way up the stairs, a Hydra agent's voice spoke from the lower level, "She's on the LG2, we need a team to come and collect her as soon as poss--" A bullet went straight through the top of his head before he could finish his sentence.

And that was the soldat's last ammo.

While he mentally took note on the intel, his feet was quick to jumped into action and made his way down to LG2. As he entered the hallway, his wild eyes wondered around to steal another gun from a dead man's body.

But he rose into a stand, he felt a tip of a cold steel nudged at the back of his head.

Some would call out the soldat's mistake for letting his guard down in the middle of a battle, but another would definitely ridicule the stupidity of that fool's guts for even thinking that the soldat couldn't counter-attack his weak threats.

However, none of the two man managed to made any move towards each other when there was a faster, more accurate trigger was pulled from someone else, from across the hallway.

And that action left an aftermath of the fool's body to drop flat on the floor, quickly finding it's perfect spot with between the other pile of corpses scattered around.

When the soldat turned around, the sharp of his gaze softened almost immediately.

There she was standing there, in the pastel blue of her 'prison' attire. Her hair was a bit messy even if it was tied, and her complexion looked slightly pale with fatigue but to the soldat, she was glowing like angel; despite the blood on her clothes or the gun in her hand.

She was right there.

His heart.

His love.

His darling.

Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying for days. Her pouty lips trembled when the soldat stepped closer and closer towards her, tears threatening to fall as if she haven't done that during all the weeks that she had been here.

The soldat's steps grew faster.

So does Y/N's.

Tap taping until they were almost running towards each other.

Until the moment they reunited in the middle.

Catching each other's lips in a desperate and insatiable kiss, the soldat pulled her body tight around the waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Both whimpered in a yearning moan, both still had their guns hanging on one of their hands.

So many feelings at once, relief and grief, with each of them had a different story to tell.

The couple kept breaking and mending the kiss ever-so-passionately as if they weren't in the middle of the grave-less cemetery; as if they weren't in the center of the piling corpses.

Briefly opening his eyes, the soldat could see a shadow running towards them. When Y/N heard the footsteps from her back, she knew they need to pull away, but the soldat was firm and stubborn with his hold.

So instead of letting her break the kiss, he groaned in disapproval and pulled her lips back to his. An angry growl vibrated against her lips as he continued to explore her wet and warm mouth.

Caught off-guard she melted to his silent demand, almost forgot that the enemy was right behind her. But, she should've know better when the soldat loosen one of his arms from the embrace and pointed his gun towards the target.

His finger pulled the trigger almost as easily as his teeth tugging into the bottom of her lips. And suddenly the sound of a body collapsing behind didn't matter anymore.

When the soldat felt that he had enough of the sweetness of her kiss, he finally pulled away, at least for now. He whispered dearly, "Родная (darling)..." he cupped her face in his large hands and rested his forehead on hers.

She thought she heard it wrong, but did he just called her darling? It took her a few second to piece it together and realized that this man was not Bucky, that he had relapsed into the Winter Soldier again, "Soldat?"

The soldat smiled and leaned forward to steal a chaste kiss on her lips, "Yes, it's me, мое Родная (my darling)" he cooed as he swept her by her feet, off the bloody ground and carried her in his arm, "I got you, Куколка (little one). You can rest now."

"We're just wanted make sure she's alright."

"You can follow us if you want so just please--"

"Soldat! You're going to hurt her."

The familiar voices leaked through Y/N's ears as she was drifting through her dreamless slumber. Soon enough, the loud commotion of her surrounding woke her up from the deep sleep.

The words that the Avengers were yelling out became clearer as she gained her consciousness, and the ever-changing movements of the soldat, evading every step the Avengers made to get closer to him, made her aware of the way she was resting in his arms; perfectly cocooned in a form of a bridal carry style.

The soldat halted on his spot when Y/N opened her eyes to see what was going on, "Soldat?" She blinked multiple times as she adjusted to the lights. The menacing frown of the soldat melted into a much softer expression, "Родная(darling), you shouldn't be awake yet." He craddled her closer to him as he cooed.

Where is she? How long was she out? When did she changed her clothes?

"What is happening?" She asked as she peered over his shoulder to see Natasha sighing in relief, "Sweetheart, thank god you're awake."

Y/N then looked over to Steve, "You've been gone for weeks, y/n. We got news about your rescue yesterday, and you guys just arrived home. Now, if we could just to take you to the medbay and get you check-up, that'll be great." He briefly explained.

"Yeah, that's all we want isn't it? But, someone just had to be sappy and refuse to let anyone touch you. You know, how it is with the soldier." Tony quickly intercepted.

The soldat didn't pay them any attention now that his darling was awake. He was merely focusing on whispering the sweetest things as he traces delicate trails of kisses on her forehead, her nose, her cheek, basically all over her face.

Sam took it as opportunity to get closer when the soldat was distracted on suffocating Y/N with kisses. But he should learn by now how alert and agile the soldat can be, especially when he have Y/N close to his proximity.

So, when Sam took a step closer, the soldat recoiled almost immediately, putting quite of a distance between them.

"Man, if Bucky has a staring problem, then the winter soldier over here has a hogging problem." Sam accusingly pointed at the soldat, only getting grunts as a reply.

Looking at the current situation, Y/N pondered for awhile. As much as she wanted to get herself check-up, it was also wise to not pressure the soldat to give her away.

Considering what she witnessed at the Hydra base, Y/N knew the risk that comes when we let the soldat dwell in anger for too long.

So she consulted the rest of the team to back down for now, and let the soldat do what he wants. Y/N promised them that she will conviced the soldat to let her get a check-up as soon as possible. But for now, they really need to trust her words.

At first every one of them was reluctant to let her go but in the end they agreed to her suggestion.

When the team spread out and gave some space for the soldat, he didn't waste any time and marched straight to where their bedroom supposed to be. As soon as they arrived at their safe space, the soldat almost threw Y/N onto the bed and swiftly drew a knife from the holster of his thigh as his predatory eyes searched the room.

He refused to move even an inch away from where he stood and remained close to Y/N; shielding her figure with his own.

It was very faint, but the soldat could sensed that they weren't the only ones in the room.

Y/N eyed him curiously, wondering why the soldat was still on edge when he wasn't supposed to. So, she hopped off from the bed and stood on her feet before reaching out to hug the soldat from behind.

"You can put the knife down, soldat. It's just us here." She coaxed but the soldat refused to believe her. He pulled her by the arms, breaking her hug in the process and hold her close to his chest, "There's someone else here."

His actions was rather rougher than he intended it to be; even Y/N was startled by the sudden movement, "Oooff, careful there, soldat. You might give the little one a fright." She chuckled softly as she give her belly a loving rub.

And suddenly his attention was completely focused on Y/N now. Usually his frown symbolized irritation, but this time there was a clear confusion in his eyes. The amount of appalled blinking of his eyes increases when the puzzle pieces in his head started to merge.

The soldat knew that he heard a third heartbeat in the room; that was why he was on alert for threats but apparently he had been closer to the source than he thought was.

In fact, it was right his arms. Or maybe a little bit lower, somewhere around his torso.

Y/N didn't say anything, she simply nodded and smiled up to him as she continued to rub her belly.

When the conclusion finally hits him, the soldat dropped the knife in his hand at the same time he fell on his knees. His gaze never broke from hers, not even a split second, until he was face to face with her tummy.

The soldat leaned one side of his ear closer to her and the thumping sound of the third heartbeat got louder. The discovery had caused him to jolt away as shock decorated his features. He titled his head upwards to Y/N with the same wide, confused look in his blue eyes.

"It's okay, love." She giggled amusingly when the soldat repeated his previous actions. He leaned in and jolted back again as if he couldn't believe what he just heard was real, "Is it... his?" The soldat asked as he implied his existance to be separated from Bucky.

There was a hint of sadness in Y/N's expression when he said it like that. There's been many long conversations that she and Bucky had about the soldat after his first relapse.

Though Bucky was still unsure of his own dissociating self, Y/N on other hand believed that the soldat, this particular man whose drenched the earth with blood just to save her, the same man whose currently on his knees to hear a heartbeat of an unborn child; he deserved a little kindness in his life.

"Yes..." Y/N answered truthfully before she continued, "...and he's yours too."

And that surely knocked the air out of the soldat's lungs, he couldn't tell if she was telling him the truth or was just trying to kill him; either way the butterflies in his chest was suffocating him from the inside.

The soldat couldn't speak a single word; because he didn't know what to say. But there was this beam on his features, light in his eyes, softness on his smile when he dreamily stared at her growing belly.

Y/N took him by his flesh hand and place his palm on her stomach, then she spoke tenderly to the baby inside her, "Wanna say hi to daddy, sweet bean? Say, 'Welcome home, daddy.' "

She knew it was silly, because obviously the child in her womb shouldn't be able to speak, and he was not yet developed enough to be kicking his feet. Hell, they don't even know his gender yet.

But how could she not say it when the soldat looked so damn happy when she did. He looked so peaceful and has this daze and some of those twinkling hearts in those steel-blue eyes of. The soldat sighed in pure joy before he leaned to kiss her stomach.

And as it turns out that was all she needed to do to persuade the soldat to letting her see the doctors. He was there through the whole process, refusing to let go of her hand. It was such a good news to hear that the baby was healthy and there wasn't any foreign substance that might contaminated her during her times in Hydra.

After getting proper medical care and some food in her system, the soldat immediately carry her back to their room to settle down. While she laid on the bed, making up for the lost time to finally get the mental rest she desperately needed, the soldat on the other hand, had made himself comfortable by lying his head on her stomach.

He just couldn't stop; as if he was hypnotised by the melody of the baby's heartbeat. His hand snuck under her shirt, lifting the fabric up to reveal the belly where their miracle resides.

Y/N's droopy eyes followed his actions as she watched how carefully the soldat approached her. Out of habit, her hands absentmindedly rake through the softness of his hair as she held him by the head.

The soldat dotingly caressed the child's sleeping chambers as he leaned closer to it, "...Hi there, little one." he greeted with a quiet and loving whisper.

Immediately, a smile beamed brightly on Y/N's face when the soldat proceed to pamper her belly with countless of tender kisses, "...it's daddy." he introduced himself, as if the baby was able to understand him.

The silence that came after was so sweet and comfortable. And Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to have this without the soldat. She tucked a piece of his loose strand of hair behind his ear when she spoke gently, "Thank you for saving me, soldat."

He briefly lifted his head and smiled up at her, "You know I can't live without you Родная (darling). I will always need you." He declared a truthful confession before turning his attention away. His lips grazed on the skin of her belly as he mumbled against it, "And you too, little one."

Y/N could burst into tears just from this interaction alone but she try not to. She doesn't want to look back at this moment and remember how much she wept, so she blinked her tears away while she watched the soldat spoiled the little buddle of joy inside her with so much endearments.

Even though it was always a happy memory for the soldat when he spend time with his darling, but this... this was rare. And he wanted to cherish it for as long as he could.

The soldat laid on his ears again when he peered from where he had his head rested, his deep gaze captured her attention, "Has he been taking care of you good, darling?" He asked.

The soldat probably had no idea how Bucky adored her; if anyone paid enough attention they might even caught him worshipping the very ground she stepped on.

A breathy chuckle escaped from her mouth as nodded with a drunken grin, "He's the best." She hummed approvingly, "Best husband, and best daddy too." She exclaimed brightly as she glanced at the ring on her finger; it was barely visible through the thick of the soldat's hair.

Surprisingly, the soldat didn't react negatively to her remarks, instead, a proud smile curved on his lips as the pride in his chest overflowed and leaked all through his very being, "Good." He simply said.

The smile lines on the corner of his eyes didn't flatten even when he closed his eyes. For a moment, he tried to silenced everything else around him and focused on the fluttering sounds of the baby's tiny heart.

It might have been the thick haze of lavender smoke in their head or the swarming butterflies in their chest, that they didn't even notice the fatigue that had been slowly taking over them, until the tenderness of their caresses were barely moving.

When the heaviness of her eyes weighted the lids, she sleepily asked the soldat, "Will you still be here when I wake up?" Truth to be told, she was afraid that all of this was just a dream; an escape from reality of the cruel captivity.

The soldat briefly opened his own tired eyes and cooed softly, "I'm always with you, Родная (darling)." And Y/N took it as a promise for her desprete soul to cling on; a ray of hope for her to hold onto, if she ever wakes up in that cell again.

Not long after, both of them lost to the lure of somnolent and their soul quickly drifted into the peaceful dreamland. Soft snores were filling the quiet of the room as their mortal body continued to entangled themselves with each other.

It was safe to say that if Steve would ever barge into the room, he'd probably maxed the storage of his phone with photos of the soldat smushing his face on Y/N's belly as she perfectly curled around him.

Maybe it was the sunlight leaking through the window or maybe it was the intense gaze she felt burning on the skin of her face. Eitherway, it certainly disturbed her from her sleep.

When her body stirred, Y/N realized that she didn't need to open her eyes to know that last night was not a dream, especially when she can feel a pair of familiar arms wrapping around her waist under her shirt.

Y/N slowly peeled her eyes open to see a recognizable ceiling. Her eyes then trailed to her side and met a pair of blue of eyes staring back at her. Her gaze searched for the soul within him and found the semblance of Bucky reflected in his eyes.

Still dazed from sleep, she continued to watch him blinking at her, slowly and silently, like a cat declaring their love to their human. But even then, he couldn't hide the afterglow of the tears on his face.

"Bucky, honey. Have you been crying?" Her voice rasped from lack of use, yet her tender fingers find themselves crawling across his wet cheeks. 

It was as if her voice was a trigger, and tears quickly reformed in Bucky's eyes again. Y/N gently pulled him to her chest, one hand threading his hair and another rubbing his back as he sobbed in her arms, "It's okay, Bucky. We're okay." She continued to coax him lovingly.

They spend most of the early morning holding each other close and dear. Then when the tears started to lessen, Bucky finally pulled himself away from her. Y/N wiped the excess tears on his cheeks but he caught her hand underneath his; he relished in the relief of her presence when he sighed to her touch.

Bucky's gaze wobbled in the pool of tears in his eyes but he was still determined to speak his mind  "I'm so sorry, doll." He apologized, "I couldn't stop them. Even with this damned serum in me, I still couldn't protect you; both of you." If his defeated voice didn't convey his truth, then the tremble of his touch should be enough.

And Y/N's heart simply shattered for him; what did he meant by that? He did save her though. The winter soldier or Bucky. It didn't matter who but she was here now because of him. She was safe; they both were, "But you saved me, did you not?"

"But, I didn't. The sol--" Before Bucky could even finish his sentence, Y/N quickly cuts in, "The soldat is always going to be a part of you, Bucky. And if he saved me, that means you saved me too." She reassured him.

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, she continued to persuade him, "And if I could speak for our child, which I absolutely can because I'm his mother, then he would say that he is proud that his strong daddy managed to beat the absolute shit out of those bad guys."

Bucky blurted out a hearty laugh, "I don't think it's good to teach our baby to curse when he is still in your womb, mama." His laugh gradually reduced to a chuckle when he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes.

Y/N simply shrugged to his suggestion, "It's not like he wouldn remember this anyway." She smirked playfully.

Another chuckle managed to slip through Bucky's lips before he lowered his face to her tummy, "And you? How's your play date with Winter, hmm sweet bean?" He mumbled as his lips planted on her skin.

Besides the heartbeat of his child, he could also hear the tiny twitching of the baby's limbs moving ever-so-slightly, "Yeah, I bet he spoiled you with lots of kisses and cuddles, huh? Like he did your mommy?" He continued to coo against her belly, unaware of the shock on his wife's face.

"Winter?" A small smile cracked from the corner of her lips. Yes, she was shocked but that doesn't mean she wasn't pleasantly surprised by it.

Bucky didn't even bother to look up at Y/N's face as he was busy blowing raspberries on her stomach, "If he's going to keep popping up in our lives then we might as well call him something else other than 'soldat', don't you think?" He simply said, marking one last kiss on the small growing bulge on her belly, before working his way back up to her face.

Y/N's heart swelled to his gesture and when he laid his head next to hers, she carefully took him by his cheeks, pulling him in for a gentle kiss, "I think he'd love that, Bucky." She whispered against his lips, feeling his smile in return.

Bucky nudges forward to catch her lips again; kissing her slow and sweet as if his whole world has been waiting for this moment. And when the kiss naturally broke, he tempted her with something he knew she couldn't resist, "Now, how about we grab you both something to bite, hmm?"

End.

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A/N: The use of the title in the fic is suprisingly wholesome despite the insinuation of it, don't you think? Lol. Btw, thank you so much for stopping by and read my work. Leave your thoughts behind for me, I'd love to hear from you!

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Bunny Wants Carrot

Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader

Tags: aegyo, (a little) armpit fucking, breeding kink, costume, couch sex, crazy riding, creampie, daddy kink, deepthroating, easter, high heels, lube, multiple orgasms, object insertion, slippery, sloppy blowjob, squirting, thong

Word count: 5023

Your Easter hasn't really been very enjoyable. Away from home for business in Korea, without your family to celebrate, it just seemed like you were going to have the worst holiday possible. You woke up tired and just wanted to go home as soon as possible, leaving the apartment the company you work for rented for you in Seoul to get some fresh air and leaving the door wide open in the process because you just didn't care anymore about it.

As you returned to it, you found a beautiful, tall, and young girl inside it, placing some little Easter eggs along the furniture and jumping up and down on high heels wearing a skimpy rabbit costume that fully displayed her perfect long legs and her skinny body.

"Who are you?" you asked, baffled by the scene you had just watched, seeing that tall girl bending over and wiggling her bunny "tail" and taking some eggs from her basket to place all over your apartment. Her thong was so small, you could see the lips of her pink pussy popping out of it already.

"I'm Jang Wonyoung, but for today, you can call me Cherry," she replied in perfect English to you, making you wonder how she even knew you spoke the language. "I'm just a young Easter bunny searching for something on this special day," she continued.

"Get out of my..." You couldn't even finish the sentence. "Shhhh," Wonyoung said. "I'm not getting out; you've got something I want," she continued, pushing you forward until she shoved your body into the couch. For such a skinny girl, she was really strong.

"What do you want?" you asked, still confused as Wonyoung got on her knees and ran her hands on your already exposed torso, giving you a kiss shortly after, before moving down and repeating the move on your crotch area. "You know there is that myth that bunnies like carrots," she said. "Well, that's actually true for me. But I like a different kind of carrot," Wonyoung continued. "One that can get hard even on cold days like today, like the one you've got between your legs, daddy," she kept going, pulling your underwear down and unveling your throbbing morning wood.

Wonyoung got wowed by the size of your cock, her eyes getting bright in a snap once she saw it, her face making devilish and naughty expressions already. "Nice carrot you got up there, Daddy. Don't you want to feed it to a needy, hungry bunny like me?" she asked. You were still asleep and confused by what was going on, but on a shitty day like today, you wouldn't say no to a free blowjob by a stranger.

Wonyoung pulled your undies down a bit and grabbed your shaft, giving you a sexy stare. As she just put the tip in her mouth, you already knew you would be in for a long ride, as her little, sloppy spits and warm mouth already had your tip throbbing.

"Damn, that's so good. For how long have you been doing this?" you asked out of curiosity. "Not much, daddy; I'm only 19, but I'm a very quick learner," she said, bragging about her cock-sucking skills. And indeed, you could attest that Wonyoung was a blowjob prodigy at such a young age, as she was already sucking the soul out of your cock with just a few licks.

Wonyoung started running her tongue over your shaft, paying special attention to the tip. You groaned and held your breath, as, despite being a total stranger, she seemed to already know which spots of your dick were the most sensitive. She followed it with a sloppy tip-sucking, putting not even a third of your cock in her mouth and slowly teasing you, increasing the pace as she turned the top third of your shaft wet, later adding her hands to jerk it off. It was truly the loudest blowjob a girl had ever given you, as Wonyoung got noisy every time her throat touched any part of your cock.

Wonyoung fully takes your underwear off, giving you a big smile as she gets on all fours and throats your cock harder, this time going halfway in and increasing the speed of her jerkoffs. You can't resist anymore and start to push up, trying to fuck her doll-esque face. Little do you know, this is the favorite move of everyone who gets to have their cocks inside her mouth, so she's already extremely prepared for it and barely flinches, just tucking her hair a little and closing her eyes as she loves that tip hitting the palate of her mouth.

As a matter of fact, after a while, Wonyoung bobs her head down your cock faster than you can up her mouth. As you make her gag, she gets even crazier, attacking your cock at full speed as her pussy is already dripping wet and she jiggles her little bunny tail. "Ohhhhh. Shitttt," you give an enlongated groan even though she has barely taken your cock deep into her throat yet, moving instead to lick your shaft sideways.

"Oh fuck, I can't take it," you say as soon as Wonyoung gives you the first deepthroat. A little precum flows out of your cock, and you wonder how you just didn't blow your whole load at that point already. You start counting to 10, but once the count reaches zero, you have to reset and do it all over again, as Wonyoung stays with your sword stuck deep in her throat for a good 20 seconds before she finally gags. "Holy shit, it's a magic bunny," you say, praising her insane cock-sucking powers.

You pray to God to rescue you on the day he resurrected, but he won't answer your prayers. You'll be going straight to hell for daring to get your cock sucked by a bunny that came out of nowhere to drain your balls. And the more you pray, the harder Wonyoung moves, craving that long, hard carrot up her mouth as she gets increasingly louder.

"Oh shit," you say as Wonyoung starts kissing and licking your shaft frenetically and gives you a begging stare before going back to attack your tip while twisting your cock with both hands. Your left leg starts to tremble as Wonyoung savors that carrot nonstop. "Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm," she moans between all that insane sucking of hers.

Wonyoung bounces her ass up and down, perhaps teasing you about something as she now finally takes your cock full length in her mouth. Her pussy lips are already throbbing, as they are right between the strings of her white bunny thong. You dunk Wonyoung's head on your cock, wanting her to deepthroat it forever even as your groans get more frequent and louder. She's truly a master of deepthroating; no matter the size of a cock, it all disappears under her perfect mouth.

"Can I see those titties?" you ask Wonyoung as soon as she finishes the blowjob. "Of course, daddy," she says, pushing the straps of her bunny lingerie to the side and showing her perky little tits. You really enjoy how soft they are and how you can cover them fully on your hands as you grab them by the bottom and lower your head to suck them off, starting with Wonyoung's right boob.

"Whoooa!" Wonyoung moans as you put your mouth on her tits, reaching under her panties to start masturbating herself. That incites your curiosity as you pull her thong to the side to finally see what her perfect pull looks like, with her dangling lips already ready to take your cock inside it. Wonyoung lets out an Aegyo-esque moan as you do it before asking. "How bad do you want to get inside this little pussy, Daddy?" "Very bad," you say as you softly place your hands on it and make Wonyoung feel like she has ascended to the heavens with just that little touch.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ohhhh," Wonyoung moans as you two get the perfect chemistry and world fully in sync, your right hand touching her pussy while her right hand still masturbates your cock. She starts moving up and down with her body and closes her eyes, dreaming of sitting on your dick as soon as possible. But first, she has to survive your fingers working all over her wet cunt, turning the floor her high heels step on very slippery and dangerous.

Wonyoung moans get more childish as you increase the pace of fingering her clit, with her responding in the same manner with your cock. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moans as her pussy keeps squirting all over your hands and her little boobs get bouncier. "Daddy makes this baby bunny cum so good," she says, turning her head and looking back at you as she gives you a kiss.

"Wait, daddy, what are you doing? It's already very slippery down here," Wonyoung says as you pick up a bottle of lube from her egg case and pour most of it on her tits and armpits, then move down and pour the rest of it in her belly and pussy. "Oh, I like that daddy," she said as you started rubbing her tits and getting them shinier before going back down to her pussy and making her squirt further on the floor, which led her to start to bounce out of excitement.

You place your cock between her bra straps and start fucking her clean armpits while also touching her tits as she slaps your cock in them. "Daddy likes those pits and titties?" she asks. "Yes, I do, but I like that pink pussy better; I want you to sit it down that cock, please," you told her.

"Yes, daddy, as you wish, baby bunny will sit in that carrot and ride it as you please," Wonyoung replied, shaking her "tail" as her cunt was already dripping before even going down that cock. "Give me that pussy," you commanded her. "Daddy is really impatient; let baby Bunny work on that cock a little bit more," Wonyoung replied as she still twisted your shaft and prepared it for penetration.

Wonyoung advanced a couple steps and sat on your cock at once, spreading her long legs. "OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDD," she moaned as your full length impaled her pink pussy, but quickly settled down and started violently bouncing on it. "Fuck, daddy, that big cock is so perfect for my tiny little pussy," she said, moaning louder at each bounce, with no caution whatsoever to wake up your neighbors on this sacred holiday.

You were really impressed at the speed at which Wonyoung rode your cock, and she was doing it in full motion, going all the way up before smashing it all the way back down. "Those young girls are already full-fledged sluts by the time they turn 18, aren't they?" you thought to yourself, and yes, that was definitely the case with Wonyoung, as she kept giving you aegyo-esque moans each time she finished a bouncing move on that big dick.

"I'm a baddie for Daddy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ummmmmm," Wonyoung said between more moans as she kept smashing your cock nonstop; her appetite just seemed endless. One carrot was just not enough for that hungry bunny, but she would take it regardless.

Wonyoung started rotating on your cock, adding even more pressure as her vaginal walls smashed your shaft from all angles. You quickly found yourself regretting your words. If Wonyoung's blowjob was already tough to handle, her riding was 10 times harder to resist, as her pussy was extremely tight and wet, and she knew how to use it even better. 

Wonyoung just twisted your cock like a little toy, gyrating on it while bouncing mid-air. At that point, you had already outlasted most men when they got inside her, as 95% of them were done after just a minute. Once she stopped, she sat on your cock so hard that it felt like you were being smashed by the sun's gravity.

It was amazing the way her tight pussy was stretched out exactly to the size of your girth, no air going on it, the only thing filling it up being your cock and her juices. Wonyoung rode you so hard that she went too high in the air, which led to your cock popping out. To make up for that mistake, she descended down it as soon as possible and engulfed your sword balls deep back in her cunt, holding them inside her in that position for a good minute before resuming her crazy ride.

The string on Wonyoung's thong hit your shaft right by the side, increasing the friction on your cock. Wonyoung laughs as she tilts her body sideways and keeps bouncing, ripping your cock apart like it's nothing. She goes so fast that that her bunny ears fall off her head, forcing her to put it back on, giving you the opportunity you needed to push her close and pump up her pussy. Too bad you get too thristy and your cock ends up sliding out of her hole, allowing Wonyoung to recover and just get back to her usual insane riding, clapping her cheeks even harder each time she descends down that dick.

"YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. YEAH," Wonyoung says in perfect sync every time her pussy reaches the bottom of your shaft, doing this for a couple minutes before you make her stop. "Shhh, you're getting too loud," you tell her. "Sorry, daddy, your cock is too good; I want it all," she replies as you push up her pussy and she places her hands in her ass.

"Fuck, you're such a loud, bouncy bunny," you tell her as Wonyoung now rides you with her high heels stomping the floor, causing an earthquake in the neighbor's apartment below yours. Wonyoung tries to mitigate the noise while still riding by putting her long legs up and placing her heels on your couch, but that ends up being too much for them, as her heels end up breaking after such an intense ride, forcing her to remove them, as much as she always wants the heels to stay on during sex.

You push Wonyoung's thong even further to the side as she takes her broken high heels off, pointing your fully erected cock right at her cunt entrance for her to sit again. Wonyoung does so, but this time in reverse, fully spreading her legs and moving sideways as soon as she reaches the bottom of your shaft. Your hands reach up top and grab her perky tits from behind. "Fuck, those tits are so soft and that pussy so tight," you tell her. "Glad you like it, daddy," she replies as she goes back to smashing your cock, closing her eyes as she gets impaled even harder than during the first time.

Wonyoung keeps trying to find ways to give her bounce and extra spice, tilting her body in any way possible to let your cock reach new places inside her walls, leading to a lot of pleasure for herself. "Fuck," you groan as she starts doing such things, finally reaching her G-spot as she tilts your cock slightly towards the left side of her pussy and rotates on it to let it hit in different ways. Wonyoung then puts both hands on her little bouncy tits and adds lube all over her body, making it extremely slippery.

"AHHHH. AHHHHH. FUCK ME, DADDY," she says as she gets close to cum and loses control of her tits, then moves to her right side and sits on your cock completely sideways, which leads to her finally unlocking her orgasm as her bunny ears fall off once again. 

"Wiggle that tail for me," you tell her as she cums all over your cock, taking advantage of her weakness as she just finished cumming to pound Wonyoung hard, making her already sensitve pussy ache even further. "DADDY, DON'T STOP, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, AHHHHH!" she screams as her eyes roll and lots of squirt come out of her pussy.

Without even pulling out, you push Wonyoung closer to the couch, putting her in a spooning position, pumping and fingering her pussy at the same time while her right leg stays fully up in the air. You pull out a couple times to tease her throbbing clit with your shaft before going back in harder each time. "OH FUCK, KEEP GOING, DADDY," she screams, even as if she's this close to falling out of the couch.

But Wonyoung is no pushover and starts riding your cock even in a submissive position, like spooning, moving her body sideways up and down it, then teasing your cock with her well-polished nails once it slips out of her cunt, giving it a little massage with her hands, and pressing it against her entrance.

"Just like that, daddy," Wonyoung tells you in an out-of-breath way as you resume fucking her, massaging your balls as you go in and out of her pussy. "Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh," she softly moans as her thumb presses your sack hard. "Right there, right there, right there; don't stop, Daddy," she keeps guiding you. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM." Hearing those words leads you to go feral on her cunt, increasing the pace by a lot as you make Wonyoung orgasm for the third time in less than five minutes.

"I'M CUMMING. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Wonyoung screams as her body collapses on top of yours; her legs trembling can barely secure her from falling to the floor. You tell her not to be so loud, but it's useless. When she cums, she lets it all out, screaming and laughing as her legs now shake even harder.

You get up as Wonyoung gets on her knees to taste her cherry-flavored pussy out of your cock, grabbing it hard at the bottom and starting from the tip like usual, before licking the whole extension and taking it deep in her throat. "Fuck yes, this is so amazing," you tell her.

"Turn around, please," you tell Wonyoung. "Yes, daddy," she says, still wanting to taste more of that cock. She jiggles her ass and puts her bunny tail back in place while still keeping her pussy lips fully visible. You grab Wonyoung by her little tail and pour lube all over her butt, which makes her moan in anticipation, especially as the cold liquid drips down her legs. You spread it all over her cute butt as her holes wink, waiting for more.

"Shake that ass you slutty bunny," you tell her. Wonyoung obviously obliges; nothing she loves more than a little shake. "Shit, that pussy is so pretty," you tell her as she shows it to you while shaking and you massage her ass. "If it's so pretty, how about you put that big cock back in it, Daddy?" she asks.

"Get up on the couch," you softly tell her. Wonyoung follows. "Fuck, you've got some great legs," you praise her as she gets on all fours and turns her butt in your direction. You then tease your cock all over her entrance, pulling her tiny thong to the side and making her moan as your tip touches her needy folds, showing how much she wants it. But you keep teasing her, rubbing your shaft all over her pussy and anus, before sticking it back inside her warm cunt.

"Yeah, baby, please, daddy, give it to me," she says as you enter back inside her, and Wonyoung gives you a cute aegyo that drives you crazy. You fuck her pussy slowly, going a little deeper at each thrust before pushing your cock all the way out. You repeat it for a couple minutes, getting Wonyoung even warmer for your big cock, but as soon as you fully remove her thong, you go all-in at her pussy, showing no mercy for this teen fuckdoll.

Wonyoung starts swinging her hips in your direction as you pound her. "Oh my gosh, daddy, you're fucking this baby bunny so hard," she says. "You want it harder?" you rhetorically ask her as you hammer her wet pussy. "Yes, daddy, please, yeash, ah, ah, ah," she says as she swings all the way into your crotch before you grab her tiny waist and put her in the right place. "Then take it," you tell her as you take control of her and smash her pussy.

The clapping sound of your balls against her cunt makes Wonyoung even needier. She loves that big carrot stretching her out to the fullest, biting her own hand not to cum again as you repeatedly hit her cervix and make her eyes roll. Her facial expressions get increasingly crazy as she sticks her tongue out and licks the eggs on the basket she was once carrying, throwing them out to distract herself from the hard pounding she was taking deep in her pussy and maniacally laughing as she once again pushes her hips down to take more of that cock.

At this point, you just stopped and appreciated Wonyoung's wilingness to get that big cock as deep in her pussy as she could, letting her take control and attack your carrot as she pleased, like the hungry bunny she was. "This baddie needs daddy's cock, ahhhhhh, yeahhhh," she said in her aegyo voice, moving up and down your shaft, giving you a lot of pleasure as her walls hit it from the side.

Once Wonyoung stopped, you went even more feral. The longer you fucked her, the more you needed that tight young pussy. It had been a long time since you had fucked such a great pussy like Wonyoung's. In fact, it was probably the best cunt you had ever fucked. "Keep going, daddy; I'm a needy bunny; I want that carrot buried deep inside me," she told you, driving you even more insane and leading you to lift her leg, which made her instantly moan in pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that, Daddy," she said.

You added extra pleasure to Wonyoung as you started fingering her pussy shortly after putting her legs up in the air. This was a moment when she was glad she was skinny because her whole weight was now on her knees. She had to hold herself while your cock and hands stimulated her to the fullest. "Oh my gosh, fuck," she squealed as you kept pumping her tight pussy and increased the speed of your fingering, forcing her to hug her own right leg just not to lose balance.

"Give that cock back to me, give that cock back to me, please, daddy, I need it," she said as you teased her, pulling it out and then going in and out of her pussy with long, deep thrusts. But even in such an acrobatic position, she could still push her body closer to yours and ride your cock sideways like the good young whore she was.

"AHHHHHHH!" Wonyoung screamed as you destroyed her tight fuckhole, rolling her eyes as you showed her no mercy. The more she kept showing you how much of a cock-crazed slut she was, the harder you fucked her. "RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE, DADDY," she kept yelling as you made her little tits bounce and her lose her breath until she couldn't hold herself by just one knee anymore.

Wonyoung got herself in a fetal position as you started eating her wet pussy next, placing a pair of Easter eggs in her legs. You picked one as well and started massaging her vagina with it after spitting all over her pussy. "Put it inside me, daddy," she ordered as you gave her some shallow thrusts with the little egg, using it like a sex toy, while she held another one in her mouth to muffle her moans. You slowly inserted the egg in her cunt, making her moan a lot as she brought the one in her mouth close to yours.

You kept fucking Wonyoung with that little egg before fully pushing it deep into her pussy. Wonyoung followed suit and inserted the one she had in her hands too, handing you another egg she had just kissed for you to use to rub her clit, before pushing the ones she had inside her pussy and using a different pair to massage her clit. "You want to give this bunny some babies for me to push like that, daddy?" she asked you, licking her chops and tasting her pussy from the eggs.

"Yes, I do," you said as you got back to teasing her with your throbbing cock. Wonyoung hugged her legs and stayed in a fetal position as you put your carrot back in her babyhole. "Fuck," she cursed as soon as you penetrated her. "Oh daddy, oh daddy, please breed this baby bunny, daddy," she told you, giving you naughty and needy stares and rolling her eyes as she was now just a bystander to your cock stuffing her tight cunt.

Wonyoung licked her chops and waited as you patiently worked to fill her up as much as you could. "Oh yes, oh yes, daddy," she moaned as her walls started to clench more than ever. "It's so fucking tight," you noticed. Wonyoung clinged to your arms, as all you could think of was to flood her pussy with your cum at any moment. You had to edge yourself a lot, as she soon turned herself into a moaning mess.

"That's right, daddy, keep going," she said in between some laughs. You had to pull out, as her reactions nearly made you cum right there. But you needed more of that tight pussy, going back in as soon as you recovered. Wonyoung kept laughing, moaning, and fingering her clit, as the longer you fucked her, the tighter her pussy was getting. She even brought back the egg she used to massage before and now rubbed it on your shaft, testing you even further.

Wonyoung's walls were clenching so hard that you had to make triple the initial effort just to get halfway inside her pussy. You had to pull out once again and rub your shaft against her tight hole, having to spit on it just to get your cock back inside her.

"Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy," her childlike voice demanded of you. Getting inside her cunt now felt like your cock was being sucked into a blackhole where demons were devouring it. "Why is this shit so tight?" you pondered as Wonyoung's pussy offered increased resistance to your thrusts. To make things worse, she kept teasing your throbbing cock with that egg, making it pulsate every time she ran it up and down your shaft.

You had to push extremely hard to get back deep inside Wonyoung's pussy, but you finally got there. Now, no air would go inside that hole, just cock and nothing else, as she incessively fingered her clit in pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moaned. Every thrust now felt like hitting a hard wall, almost as if her pussy was made of steel, but you kept pushing nonetheless.

Wonyoung kept teasing you, removing the bunny ears from her costume and placing them just around the area where you were fucking her and teasing you with it. "Keep going, daddy; look at those gates," she said, pointing to the "portal" her bunny ears were forming around her pussy. "These are the gates of heaven; all you need to do is breed this needy baby bunny," she continued.

As Wonyoung said those words, you finally managed to break her pussy's resistance and hit it balls deep. Your lengthy cock was now fully bulging under her tall, skinny body as she placed her bunny ears back in her head and closed her eyes in preparation for her imminent orgasm, increasing her fingering. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm going to cum again, daddy," she says, placing her thumb in her mouth and putting her legs over her head. As you pull out to give her the final pounding, Wonyoung gets even needier. "I want it back. I want it back. Please, Daddy," she says, screaming as you pound her hard.

"It feels so good; it feels so good; don't stop, daddy," Wonyoung keeps saying as she gets naughtier and naugthier. "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she yells, fastly fingering her clit and starting to orgasm, her legs trembling, her wals closing, and her mouth opening. She starts screaming hard, waking up the entire building that Easter morning. That ends up being too much for you, as you fill her pussy to the brim with your seed shortly after, groaning as hard as she screamed.

"Holy shit, look at all that cum; daddy bred baby bunny so good," she says, looking at the cum leaking out of her pussy. Wonyoung uses her bunny tail to scoop it and taste it as you tease her, getting your still hard cock in and out of her pussy a couple times. "Daddy still wants more of that pussy?" she asked. "But you already came all over it," she laughed. 

Wonyoung got up: "I have to go, but here's one last gift. Happy Easter, Daddy," she said, gaping her tiny asshole and releasing a trio of mini Easter eggs from it. "Thanks for breeding me, Daddy," she said, jumping like a bunny as she left your apartment. That whole thing didn't feel real; maybe you were just dreaming this whole time.

The next day followed, and you went out to work. A pretty, tall woman seemed to chase you; her beautiful face was plastered all over many ads around Seoul. She looked very similar to the girl that appeared out of nowhere in your apartment yesterday, prompting you to ask someone.

"Hey, what's the name of that girl in the ad?" you asked.

"She's Jang Wonyoung; she's quite a famous idol in Korea," the person replied.

You just couldn't believe it.

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Faking It | Jeon Jungkook | Chapter Three

Summary: Spending the day with Jungkook and little Juni couldn't have been more perfect. Your first outing as a "family". Pairing: f!reader (30) x Single Dad Jungkook (33) (Arranged Marriage Slow Burn?) Word Count: 10.3k (I'm sorry this took me eight months to get out 😭) a/n: This chapter is so squishy and adorable and ahh I love them so much so I hope you enjoy~ p.s. Wattpad (where I write/save all my stories) is being a little bitch so it didn't save all my last minute edits so I'm sorry if there are still some typos 🫠

"Okay Salem I'll be home later" I call out but then find him sitting in his cat tree, leaving me scratching him between his ears and giving him a quick kiss before leaving for the day. 

Jungkook had texted me this morning and asked if we could meet up at the store around 10am so we could shop around before they take me out to lunch...and because Juni was too excited to wait. 

I take one last look in the mirror and give myself a pep talk before bidding Salem a final goodbye and making my way over to our meeting place. 

Once I pull into the parking lot I check the time and see that I'm a half an hour early which thankfully gives me a chance to cool off a bit before meeting with them. 

Just as I'm about to reapply my chapstick though I see little Juni practically skipping down the walkway while holding Jungkook's hand, speaking to her in a gentle manner and no doubt telling her to be careful.

I hurriedly apply my chapstick and check myself out in my mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. 

While walking towards them I don't make an effort to call out to them or bring attention to myself but I'm caught once Juni turns her little pigtailed head my way. 

"Daddy, Daddy!" she says, tugging on his pant leg to get him to turn around to face me, his casual outfit of a white tee, black jeans and a light wash denim jacket paired with his soft charming smile almost making me lose my footing. 

I can't start physically falling for him...yet.

Juni tugs on his pant leg and asks him to crouch down to her level so she can whisper in his ear and when she does Jungkook smiles and nods his head making her squeal in delight and come running towards me as fast as she can. 

"Juni be careful!" he calls after her but she could hardly hear him over her determination to get to me first. "Ms. y/n!" she says once she gets close enough and wraps her arms around my legs, making me stumble back. 

Now this little one I'm okay falling for already. 

"Hi Juni!" I say and she looks up at me and rests her chin against me with her arms still firmly wrapped around my legs. "How are you this morning my darling?" I ask and she giggles at the affectionate pet name. 

"I'm good! Daddy has been telling me to be patient all morning but now that you're here I don't have to be patient anymore!" she says excitedly and I chuckle, her little ways of viewing the world being absolutely adorable. 

"You ready to go get butterflies?" I ask and she finally lets go of me in favor of jumping up and down and chanting 'Yes yes yes' like she always does. "She's talked about nothing else but that all morning" Jungkook says, walking over to us and smoothing down Juni's excitement ruffled head of hair. 

"Well that and you..." he says and my heart flutters, wondering what kind of conversations they might've had about me. "I've been looking forward to this too" I admit smiling at her and glancing up at Jungkook shyly before turning back towards her, my heart unable to handle him just yet. 

"Daddy?" Juni says after having calmed down her excited jumping, "Yes Juni?" he asks and the next words that come out of her mouth send my mind into overdrive, forgetting the conversation we had last night.

"Should I call Ms. y/n Mommy today?" she asks and Jungkook hums and nods his head. "Go ahead and ask her if she's okay with that" he says, making sure that I'm still comfortable with it before she gets too carried away.

"Can I call you Mommy today?" she asks, her puppy dog eyes being far too difficult to resist. "If you want to" I say and she smiles widely and spins around, her cute little summer dress fanning out accompanied by and adorable jean jacket and white sandals. Matching with her daddy but when I look down at what I'm wearing I realized I've also worn a jean jacket along with my dress. 

"We're already dressed like a family" Jungkook teases and I chuckle nervously nodding my head and glancing over at him. "It's like it was meant to be" I say and when I see his playful expression show a flash of surprise I know I've caught him off guard by my response. 

"Yeah...meant to be" he says quietly, smiling softly before crouching down to Juni's height. "You ready to go?" he asks and she nods her head and grabs his hand, reaching out to take mine as well. "Lead the way" he says to me and I nod, doing as he says and walking towards the store Juni has been dying to see. 

'Mariposa' is a quaint interior design boutique full of everything coquette and frilly, a little girl's dream come true. Light pinks and purples with baby blues and soft yellows are some of the prominent colors, each having their own corresponding areas. 

Shelves and displays full of decor, whimsical looking lamps and mirrors, bookends that look as though they were plucked out of a romance novel, rugs and throw blankets in various colors styles and textures with an overall warm and fuzzy feeling to them cover the entire existence of this store and Juni couldn't look happier.

There's a smaller area that resembles somewhat of a kid's corner and she spots it right away, looking up at Jungkook for permission. "No running and don't pick up things that look too big or are breakable okay?" he says and she nods her head, determined to follow the rules no matter how excited she might get. 

"Alright go ahead" he says and she smiles and walks over but from the way she's carrying herself I can tell that she's definetly having a lot of difficulty holding back. "Everything that's breakable in the kid's corner is usually out of reach so she should be okay as long as she doesn't wander off on her own" I tell him and he nods, his eyes still observing her as we trail behind. 

I touch the various rugs, blankets and little scarfs here and there, the urge to feel the different textures something I've always had since I was young. I stop when something catches my eye, a little music box, similar to the one I used to have when I was a little girl.

Walking over to it I don't even notice that Jungkook has decided to follow me, opting to glance over at Juni every once in a while to make sure she stays out of trouble. She flitters around in the aisle across from ours, excited to see all the different little bits and bobs she could get to decorate her room. 

She's a big girl now so it's her turn to start taking part in it too which I'm sure takes somewhat of a weight off his shoulders. Something about him though makes me think he's rather enjoyed choosing the adorable theme she no doubt has already.

"You like that one?" he asks, his voice startling me to the point that I quickly pull my hands away from the box. "I'm sorry" he chuckles when he sees that I've placed a hand over my chest as if I was making sure my heart hadn't jumped out of it. 

"No that's okay, I thought you had gone over to look after Juni" I say and he hums and turns his head to watch her, me following his gaze in return. "I've got my eye on her" he says and turns back to face me, his smile warm and gentle, not necessarily flirtatious but makes my heart flutter just as much. 

"It reminds me of the one I used to have when I was a little girl" I say, turning back towards the item in question, my fingers running along the edges and contemplating if it's something I'd like to get. When I open it a tune similar to the one from my childhood starts to play and the next thing I hear are the footsteps from a little Juni headed our way. 

"Can I see? Can I see?" she says, not with impatience but more with excitement, the little ballerina inside catching her eye right away. "Sure Juni" I say, taking it off the shelf, crouching down to her level and holding out to her, Jungkook reminding her to look and not touch. 

She smiles and makes a funny face in the little built in mirror before focusing her attention back on the dancer, watching as she does a countless number of pirouettes inside. She decides to give it a try, spinning but getting dizzy and losing her footing quite quickly making her stumble.

"Good job Juni!" I praise, Jungkook helping steady her on her feet again. She smiles and gives me a big hug, making me the one that's almost tipping over but Jungkook grabs my shoulders and steadies me as well, an affectionate smile on his face as he watches the scene play out. 

"Mommy what kind of dancer is that?" Juni asks when she pulls back, watching the little dancer spin round and round inside. Jungkook sees my surprised reaction when she decides to call me Mommy again and so he jumps in and answers for me. 

"She's a ballerina" he says and she tries the word out quietly to herself before repeating it. "I wanna be a ba-ller-ina!" she stumbles over the word, her face lit up and her eyes so full of hope, not knowing how much time and dedication she'd have to put in if she wants to stick with it. 

I think if any child were able to do it, it would be Juni...not that I'm biased or anything. 

"Yeah? You wanna take ballet lessons and wear a little tutu like her?" he says, getting down to her level as well, pointing out the skirt and she giggles in delight soon turning into squeals once Jungkook starts to tickle her. 

She squirms and wiggles about, finally getting out of his hold and decides to hide behind me, having enough of the tickle monster that's come out to play. 

I can see him physically pout, his shoulders slumping and his bottom lip jutted out, clearly aimed to make her feel guilty for choosing me over him. When I look back at her and she looks between the two of us I nod my head as a way to encourage her to go back to her Daddy.

She tentatively steps out from behind me and once she sees Jungkook's puppy dog eyes begging her to come back. She quickly rushes over, almost knocks him down this time, with him being a little bit more prepared than I was.

"That's my girl" he coos, a proud and lovable look on his face making me smile at the sight but when he looks up at me I nervously look away, knowing that I looked like a lovestruck goofball no doubt but he merely chuckles and turns his attention back to her. 

"Now Juni make sure you get a really good look at what you see here and figure out...three things that you wanna get for your room today" he says, stopping to think for a second on the limit he's giving her and I can see a mischievous look on her face knowing she's up to something.

"Can I pick out four things since I'm four years old?" she argues, the sheer amount of items in the store being hard to narrow down to just three things. "No Juni, I said three and three is plenty" he argues and I decide to crouch down in front of Juni again and whisper something in her ear.

"Daddy, Mommy said I could get four things!" she declares without giving him context. "I said I would buy her the fourth" I chuckle, watching as she skips back over to the kid's corner, inspecting anything and everything to add them to the running.

"You don't have to do that" he assures me, both of us standing up from our crouched position after our little negotiation with Juni. "But I want to. Plus I'm the one that brought you both here so I was planning on getting her something anyways" I say and he smiles, nodding as a form of acceptance. 

"You're so good to her" he says, and we both look over at her but what I don't notice is how he's turned his attention back to me while I've still got my eyes on her. "How could I not? She's just so..." I start but once I look back at Jungkook I see a look that makes me lose my words, something that I wasn't sure of but it's hard to deny now.

"So...what?" he asks, urging me to continue as if he was hanging onto every word. "So..." I say but I still struggle to put two and two together. Luckily Juni comes to my rescue when we hear a quiet yelp from her as a dozen heart shaped pillows come tumbling down on her. 

"Juni" Jungkook chuckles as he walks over to her shaking his head with a smile on his face when he hears her giggling underneath all of them. "Are you okay love?" I ask after helping him dig her out of the pile. "I'm fine! It was fun!" she beams while Jungkook starts placing them back on the shelf that's just a little too high for her to reach properly. 

"Why didn't you ask one of us for help?" he asks but she shrugs her shoulders. "I wanted to do it by myself but I guess I'm still too little" she sighs looking down at her little white sandals. I can't help but want to cheer her up since she seems to be getting a little embarrassed when she's seen the mess she's made. 

I kneel down next to her and take both of her hands so she'll look at me and she does, a little puzzled expression on her face. 

"You have the rest of your life to be a big girl so just enjoy your time being my cute little Jun Bug. Okay?" I say and she brightens up at the nickname, smiling wide before giving me another huge hug. This time I was ready for it though, preventing us from toppling over just like those pillows.

"Have you figured out what you want yet?" Jungkook asks, knowing that Juni is someone that can either make split second decisions or can take hours to figure something out. 

"Mmm I want one of those heart pillows!" she says, jumping up again to reach for it but Jungkook places his hand on her head to keep her from doing it again and pulls one down for her. 

"And I want the butterfly lights!" she points out the twinkling lights that are on display and Jungkook takes a box of those off the top shelf. 

"And the butterfly stickers!" she says, pointing out the window sticker decals that are easy to remove and so Jungkook ends up grabbing a few sets of those. He spoils her I chuckle to myself. 

"Okay Juni and what would you like me to get you?" I ask, this time letting her pretty little head think about it a little more, being mindful and making sure she spends the money wisely. 

"Ooo I know!" she says and skips down the aisle over to the shelf with the music boxes. 

"Can I get the ballerina Mommy? Please?" she asks, jumping up and down, pointing at it excitedly. "Sure baby, you can get the music box" I nod and she spins around excitedly, trying to mimic the ballerina's pirouettes again. 

"You done looking Juni?" Jungkook asks, breaking her out of the dance recital she no doubt had been performing in her head. "Uh huh! Does that mean I can get some mac and cheese now?" she asks, apparently being one of the selling points for her today. 

"It's still a bit early baby" he checks his watch, seeing that it's just barely quarter past ten, the need to fill up space giving me an idea.

"There's a kid's cafe down the street if you'd like to go there? They have a whole play area with a little play grocery store and a place for dress up. I think she'd love it" I suggest, quiet enough so Juni won't here so he can make the decision without being the bad guy if he decides against it. 

"You wanna go play Juni?" Jungkook asks, bringing her attention back over to him since she's wandered off the tiniest bit to look at the cute pink lamps with just as pink lampshades. 

"Play? Play where?" she asks, looking around and not seeing any place in the store where she possibly would be allowed to play. 

"Mommy said there's a kid's cafe where you can play close by" he asks and her eyes light up at the idea. "Really? Can we go now?" she asks practically yanking me out of the store since I'm the one who holds that precious information as to the location. 

"As soon as we're finished paying we'll put the stuff in the car and then go. Can you wait in line with us like a big girl?" he asks and although I can tell she's a little sad we can't go right now she puts on a determined face and nods her head. 

"Mommy can you pick me up?" she asks, reaching up for me and I look over at Jungkook who shifts all the stuff he's holding to one arm and holds his hand out to take the music box so I can do so. 

"Sure Jun Bug" I smile, handing said music box to Jungkook and picking her up once he's got it, noticing how his hand purposefully brushes up against mine. 

"Can you tell me more about where we're going?" she asks excitedly, holding onto my shoulders to steady herself. "Sure baby. It's got a place where you can dress up and a mini pretend school and grocery store and house with a little kitchen. It even has a ball pit and a trampoline!" I say making her eyes widen more and more with every word that comes out of my mouth. 

"Really? I get to play with all of that?" she gasps, already bouncing in my arms from the sheer excitement of it all. "Yep you get to play with all of that. It's the weekend though so there are probably going to be a lot of kids there so can you promise me you'll be nice?" I say, holding my pinky up for her and she nods and tries to wrap her little one around mine making me coo. 

"And you're going to take turns with the other kids and listen to Mommy and Daddy?" I ask and she nods even harder as a way to show she means serious business. "I promise I'll be the best listener and be the best Jun Bug for Mommy and Daddy" she giggles after using the new nickname. 

"That's our girl" Jungkook says, a lovesick look on his face at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

Our girl. 

That subtle change, although small means a lot to all of us, for more reasons than one. It hasn't even been twenty four hours since our little plan was hatched and everything in me just wishes this was real. 

That this family was real. 

That Jungkook and I were real...

"All ready?" Jungkook asks, Juni having rested her head on my shoulder after having our little chat, the excitement from this morning already catching up to her. "Yep, you ready Juni?" I ask and she nods, wrapping her arms around my neck, closing her eyes to get a little power nap in before we go. 

"Is it her nap time?" I ask, rubbing her back but Jungkook shakes his head. 

"No but she did get up really early this morning. She couldn't fall back asleep because she was so excited" he chuckles and tilts his head to catch a glance at her almost sleeping face. "Maybe we should let her rest in the car for a little bit, we can sit in the front seat and relax as well until she wakes up. Unless you really wanted to go to that kid's cafe right now?" he teases and I roll my eyes. 

"Let's let her nap for a while and if she's still up for it when she wakes up then we can go either before or after lunch" I suggest and he nods, opening the door for Juni and I before leading the way to his car that isn't parked too far from Mariposa. 

I hand him Juni carefully when he sits in the back seat, letting her nap in her carseat and covering her with a blanket in case she gets chilly, his time and attention with her is something that makes him even more attractive. 

This time I'm not scared to think something like that. This time I truly can think it without hesitation...still working my way up to speaking it though. 

I step to the side when he starts to get out with him quietly closing the door behind him, placing his hand on my lower back to go around me so he can open my door which I wordlessly thank him for before getting in. 

When he rounds the car to his seat I'm already looking back at Juni and her adorable sleeping face, one of her cheeks resting against the carseat making me coo at her partially squished face. 

"She looks so peaceful" I smile and glance at Jungkook and he smiles while looking at her through his rearview mirror. "Yeah, she takes up a lot of attention when she's awake so it's always nice to have a little bit of a break when she's sleeping" he admits and I can see how she could be a little overwhelming at times. 

"At least she's cute" I chuckle lightening the mood and he hums. "She's got good genes" he says so off handedly that I hum in agreement as well, leaving my brain only catching up about thirty seconds later. 

"So you agree?" he chuckles making me sit in my seat properly and look out the window, hopefully aiding in hiding how embarrassed I am, my reaction counteractively calling me out.

"I mean yeah, her mother was really pretty in the pictures you showed me yesterday" I say, still looking away from him. "Just her mother?" he taunts as if he knows I would never disagree. 

"Her father as well" I mumble and he chuckles. "You think I'm pretty?" and at that I'm turning around to explain myself. 

"I mean- What I was going to say was- That isn't exactly what I meant but I-" "It's fine y/n. I know what you meant" the corner of his lips turning up, making me wish I could die on the spot. 

Why does he have to have so much control over me?

We talk comfortably after that, getting to know each other a little more but before we're able to get too deep Juni starts to stir, soon opening her half lidded doe eyes. 

"Good morning Juni" I tease and she rubs her eyes. "Good morning mommy" she says through a yawn. It's adorable to see that even in her sleepy state she still seems to remember our little game of pretend. 

"You ready to go play?" Jungkook asks and she nods, doing a big stretch and lazily climbing out of her car seat, sinking down into the seat next to her. A lazy riser huh? I wonder if Jungkook is the same. 

Jungkook and I get out of the car after observing Juni's efforts of waking up for just a little while longer. He carries Juni until we're back on the sidewalk, putting her on her feet again so she can start walking as a way to help her wake up.

"You remember where we're going?" Jungkook asks and she nods, "I get to play dress up right?" she yawns and I hum to confirm. "You can have a snack too if you'd like?" I offer and she gives me her sleepy order of mac and cheese and banana milk.

"Would you be alright if we just had lunch there? I don't mind grabbing our order from the place we had planned to go to and bringing it back" Jungkook offers, seeing Juni has more than just a snack in mind. 

"You don't have to go all the way there if you don't want to. They have plenty of options there so I'm sure we could figure out something or other. As long as you're not interested in getting anything too fancy" I say and he smiles at that. 

"Hey if they've got chicken strips and french fries on the menu I'm set" he jokes and I can't help but laugh, "Good to know".

After crossing one more little street we finally find ourselves in front of the kid's cafe. 

"Woah! This is quite the place. How did I not know we had something like this in the city?" he asks, taking it all in. 

"It's not a super popular one since the other's I've seen are mostly focused around VR or electronics in general. I like this one though because it's focused on kids playing with actual toys so it gives them a brain break if they happened to be using electronics during the day. That doesn't seem to be Juni's case though since she seems to be way more interested in what's going on around her" I say and watch as she rubs her eyes again when we get in, now being big and round so she can take in her surroundings as quickly as possible. 

"That's a very nice way of saying she's nosy" Jungkook says as we walk over to one of the tables closest to the dress up area that's right next to the pretend neighborhood including little houses, a hospital, a school house and the grocery store along with little shopping carts. 

"She's not nosy she's observant" I chuckle and soon Juni is basically tugging Jungkook's arm out of his socket to get his attention, her excitement tenfold now. 

"Can I go play daddy? Please please please!" she asks, jumping up and down like she always does, her whole demeanor taken over by excitement. "Sure baby. Mommy's gonna stay at the table here and watch you while I go get us food okay?" Jungkook says with Juni saying an enthusiastic 'Okay!' before running off to go explore.

"You okay watching her?" he asks, pretty sure I would say yes but double checking anyways, "Sure, they'll bring the food to our table so don't feel like you have to wait around up there afterwards" I say and he smiles. 

"Dying for me to come back already?" he taunts and I roll my eyes. "No I just figured it would be nicer to tell you than leave you standing there aimlessly" I explain and he smiles and nods, not believing me for a second. 

He heads off to do what he had informed Juni he'd do after taking my order as well, coming back a few minutes later. 

"Seems like we practically have the place to ourselves" he says taking a seat next to me so we can both keep an eye out for Juni. "It's still relatively early for lunch so I'm sure in about an hour or so people will start to trickle in" I say and he hums. 

"How do you know so much about this place?" he asks, the second half of his question withheld since he knew I wanted and had tried to have children in the past. 

"This was my first job. I used to work here part time during my junior year of high school and just continued on until I started to get internship opportunities in college" I explain leaving him nodding his head. 

"So that's why you told me your order in explicit detail huh? You know all about the secret menu items" he chuckles and I shrug. "I guess you could say that" I smile and watch as Juni runs up to us. 

"Daddy they have a ball pit!" she squeals and climbs onto Jungkook's lap. "That's so cool! You'll have to show me after we've eaten okay?" he says, no doubt using this as a form of bribery to get her to eat since it's gonna be difficult to calm her down at this rate. 

"Okay!" she says and it seems to be perfect timing since our order is brought out seconds later. 

After the server sets down our order and goes through the motions of asking us if we need anything else his mechanical question stutter when he makes eye contact with me.

"Noona?" he asks, blinking a few times to see if he's gotten it right. "Damien?" I say, my reaction similar as I see my old coworker. "Oh my gosh it really is you! How are you? How have you been?" he asks excitedly, seemingly forgetting Jungkook and Juni's existence. 

"I'm good thanks! And you? What, has it been like eight years?" I say, remembering the last time I set foot in this place I had just turned twenty two. "Yeah just about!" he says and Juni can't hold herself back from jumping into the conversation. 

"Hi I'm Juni!" she says, waving to him and he startles a little bit by her loud voice. "Why hello Juni" he smiles, always having been good with kids, a requirement when working at a place that caters to little ones. 

"Is she your's?" he asks, trailing off. "This is my mommy, and this is my daddy!" Juni says, sensing the question and bringing Jungkook into the equation. 

"Oh I'm so sorry I was caught off guard after seeing her. Damien" Damien says, holding his hand out for Jungkook to shake in introduction which he does, his grip a bit firmer than I had expected making Damien pull his hand back pretty quickly. 

"Jungkook" is all he says in return leaving Damien nodding and clearing his throat before going back to me. 

"I had heard you got married a couple of years back but I wasn't sure" he says and when he looks down and sees my naked ring finger Jungkook grabs my hand and rubs his thumb along it. 

"The diamond in her ring was loose so we took it into the jeweler's today" he comes up with an excuse as if it was easy as breathing.

"Right well if you guys need anything then just let me know" Damien says and excuses himself quickly at that. 

Jungkook watches him until he's gone back into the kitchen and turns back to face me, an amused look on my face. 

"What?" he asks with his brows furrowed. 

"Nothing" I say and shrug my shoulders before taking a drink of the milk tea he got me. "No tell me" he says and I can't help myself from chuckling a bit. "Nothing I just didn't pin you as the jealous type" I say and his jaw drops. 

"Excuse me? I am not jealous" he counters and I shake my head. "Then what was up with that cold shoulder you were giving him? I've never seen you speak to anyone like that before" I point out the obvious and he shrugs it off. 

"You haven't seen me speak to a lot of people" and I hum. "Still, it seemed pretty out of character for you. Plus you were quick to jump with an excuse as to why I'm not wearing a wedding ring" I say and look down at where he's still holding my hand to which he lets go of right away as if I'd burned him. 

"I didn't want you to feel awkward and try to come up with an excuse since I had thought of one already" he grumbles and I laugh a little freer at that. "You are so jealous" I smile and he lets out a huff as his very mature response. 

"What are you guys talking about?" Juni asks while still sat between us, her head having turned this way and that while listening to our conversation. 

"Nothing Juni I'm just teasing daddy" I smile and poke her cheek, making her giggle and go back to drinking her banana milk.

After Jungkook sends me a glare that soon breaks into a smile we both can't help but laughing, the absurdity of the situation comical.

The three of us being a fake family with my fake husband getting jealous or at least possessive over his fake wife.

We're well aware that the lines are getting blurry now but I guess like he said last night. 

I don't mind blurry lines when it comes to him.

~~~~~

After we've finished up at the Kid's cafe and Juni is skipping out of there, still bubbly with excitement. I start to get a little disheartened though, realizing that this is where we part ways but before either of us can say anything Jungkook gets a phone call. 

"Mom?" he says, answering the call and asking me to look after Juni since she's again found a little butterfly to chase. 

Jungkook hangs back to take the call but after a minute or two he's making his way back over, ending the call with his mom and I only catch the tail end of the conversation. 

"Yes I promise I'll ask her. I gotta go though. I'll drop Juni off with you guys on my way" he ends the call and my ears can't help but start to burn, wondering if that 'her' could be me.

"Sorry about that. My mom was asking if she could have Juni tonight" he explains which I pretty much got the gist of from my eavesdropping. 

"No worries, I have a feeling Juni is gonna talk her ear off all night so I hope she's ready for that" I chuckle, imagining how excited Juni is going to get when she recounts the events of today and relays them to her grandma.

"She knows I'm with you so my guess is she's going to be the one asking Juni all the questions" he chuckles, both of us very well aware of the mischief our mothers are getting up to behind our backs, and in front of our backs honestly since they're not slick about it at all. 

"Um, speaking of tonight" he starts, the tips of his ears getting red, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as I've begun to notice is a bit of a habit of his. "Did you happen to be free?" he asks, a fluttering feeling in my stomach but I do my best to hide that fact. 

"Yeah actually I am" I smile but try to be casual about it. "Why?" I ask, giving him the opportunity to continue. 

"Well I don't really get too many Juni free nights so I was wondering if you would be interested in going to dinner. With me. Just me" he says, his nervous way of asking is adorable. He makes it very clear without actually saying it that he's asking me out and not using Juni as a buffer between us this time. 

"Just you?" I chuckle and smile up at him which has him returning my smile and nodding. "I'd love to" I respond before Juni brings us back down to earth by tugging on my dress. "Yes Juni?" I say, a little flustered still after having accepted his invitation. 

"What are you guys doing? And why is daddy's face so red?" she points out and when I try to look back up at him he turns away making me smile.

"Grandma just called and asked if you could spend the night" I say taking the heat off of Jungkook for now and Juni's eyes light up. 

"Would you like that?" I chuckle and she does her cute little chants of 'yes' over and over again. "I can show her all of the things I got today!" she gasps when she remembers all of the new things we got at Mariposa making me smile and nod.

"You'll be able to show her in the morning Juni. We've gotta put it all up in your room, remember?" Jungkook chimes in and she sighs. "Can I at least bring the pillow I got? Please!" she practically begs and Jungkook nods. 

"Sure Jun Bug" he smiles with me mirroring his expression after I realize he's adopted the nickname I came up with. 

"What time should I pick you up?" Jungkook turns his attention back to me after having ruffled Juni's hair. "Pick her up for what?" Juni chimes in making me chuckle but before I can come up with a response Jungkook crouches down giving her a very honest answer.

"I'm taking mommy out to dinner" he whispers not so quietly in her ear. "I wanna go!" she jumps up and down again. "But you're going to grandma's house remember?" I say, trying to distract her with that fact and although I can tell that she's still excited about it she wilts a little. 

"But I wanna go" she says in pout making me crouch down in front of her right along with Jungkook. 

"How about this?" I say, taking one of her hands, "If you're a good girl for the rest of the day and daddy is okay with it then maybe you can come with daddy to pick me up and we'll both go with you to grandma's house to drop you off. Does that sound good?" I ask and although she's still a little sad about it she compromises with a little nod. 

"Good" I say and poke her little tummy getting a giggle out of her before I stand and scoop her up, carrying her back to the car with her cuddling up close seemingly not wanting to let go just yet. 

Jungkook opens Juni's door for me and I climb inside, plopping her down into her carseat and helping her buckle up but her mouth is still set in a pout making me squish her little lips together. 

"You and I will get to spend some time together again soon okay?" I reassure her and she nods, still a little sad but I can see a hint of a smile tugging on her lips. "Maybe we can go back to that park so you can play with that little boy again?" I say and that's what finally gets her smile to shine through. 

"There she is. My happy little Jun Bug" I smile and she giggles at that. "I like that name!" she beams. "Good," I say and lean in close to whisper to her "because I think daddy is gonna copy me now and call you that too" I say and she chuckles before I give her a hug and a kiss on her chubby little cheeks. 

"I'll see you later okay?" I say and she smiles and waves. "Bye pretty lady" she waves, easily breaking out of our little game of pretend. "Bye Jun Bug" I chuckle and close the car door, startled slightly when I see that Jungkook's still hovering nearby. 

"Sorry" he chuckles when he's seen my reaction but I shake my head and lean up against the car. "All good, I scare easily" I laugh awkwardly and he hums, "I hope that's not the case for very much longer" he says and walks around to his side of the car with me following after him. 

"What?" I ask but he gives no clarification, "What time should we come get you?" he asks taking me from one topic to the other, both of which make me nervous. "Does seven work?" I ask and he nods. "Seven is perfect" he smiles and I return one back with him quickly saying goodbye when he hears Juni calling for him. 

"Should probably get her home now but I'll see you then?" he asks and I nod, telling him I'll text him my address before he gives me one more soft smile and closes his car door, backing out with me shamelessly watching the way he moves. 

I swear I am no better than a man.

~~~~

After going back to my apartment and obsessing over what I'm going to wear for the past hour or so I settle on a little black dress. Nothing too fancy but enough to see that I put in some effort. I feel confident in this dress though because it makes me feel sexy without having to show too much skin and I hope that's something he'll appreciate.

I decide to go for a bit of a darker look to add to the confidence this dress is giving me, alluring but not too over the top. Just enough to put a line between my day and night look to keep things interesting. 

Soon after I've added the finishing touches I hear a soft chime from my phone with a text from him letting me know they're on their way making me smile. 

When I look at my reflection though I notice that I've forgotten to pick out what jewelry to wear. When I'm not able to make a choice though I get an idea and lay them out neatly before deciding to wait for them to arrive in the living room, to which happens about ten minutes later. 

I stand up and walk over to the door but my smile is soon accompanied by a chuckle when a new excitable and awkward set of knocks accompanies the rhythmic pattern just seconds ago, no doubt one belonging to each of them. 

"Mommy!" Juni says as soon as I open the door, her wrapping her arms around both of my legs making me stumble back, a strong pair of hands suddenly following, resting on my waist to keep me steady.

"Hi Juni" I chuckle but when I look up at the owner of said hands I might've let my knees buckle without the help of Juni if left to my own devices.

"Um hi" I say to him, the distance between us a lot smaller than I had anticipated. "Hi, you look...um...wow!" he says, stumbling over his words making me smile, happy to know I'm not the only one. 

"Yeah...you too" I respond and we're broken out of our bubble with a giggle from the excited little Juni Bean between us. 

"You look so pretty mommy" she gasps once she backs up and takes a look at me, noticing the way her father has his eyes set on me. 

"I think daddy likes your dress" she giggles and switches to clinging to Jungkook's leg making him the one who's stumbling. "Yeah I um, yeah I do. You look incredible" he says, his hands having been taken off my waist from the surprise of Juni's victim switching to him so suddenly.

"Thank you" I say sheepishly but then trip over my words, inviting them in after I've realized I've kept us all standing in the doorway. 

"Sorry, please make yourself at home" I say and lead them over to the couch that Juni immediately climbs up on and bounces happily from her seated position.

"Juni" I call out for her attention and she looks up at me with her galaxy eyes, giving me all of her attention. "Can I have your help for a second?" I ask and she gasps, not having expected the request at all. "Me?" she squeals, soon scrambling off the couch and I chuckle and nod my head. 

"Yes you, unless theres some other Juni running around here" I say and take a look around leaving her giggling and running up to me. "I'm the only one!" she says and quickly grabs my hand, waiting for me to lead her with Jungkook soon making moves to stand as well. 

"It's okay, we'll be back in a sec" I say and he reluctantly sits back down. "Are you sure? She can be a bit of a handful when she's excited" he says, watching the way she's clearly trying to control herself but I nod and smile while she sways her little dress back and forth. 

"Juni listen to mommy okay?" he says and she echos his 'okay' and waits for me to lead the way. 

Walking down the hallway I bring her into my bathroom to pick out my jewelry for the night and after her very thoughtful means of deduction she's come up with a decision, picking out a perfect pairing of a necklace and earrings which I immediately agree to making her eyes light up as brightly as her smile. 

She watches as I put the earrings on but when I try to put the necklace on she stops me. "Daddy always helps me put on my necklaces so let's go ask him to help you!" she says and jumps off the little stool I had her standing on, running to go get him. 

I try to keep my racing heart in check, thinking about the feeling of his hands on me as he puts this delicate chain around my neck. I'm not allotted much time though as she's already pulling him back into the bathroom a minute or two later. 

"Juni said you needed help?" he asks, looking at me through the mirror making me turn around and face him, looking at his reflection somehow even more intimidating. "Yeah could you help me put this on?" I ask holding it up to him which he takes with a smile, softly telling me to turn around so he can do so.

His fingers are quick and practiced but I can tell he's brushing them against my skin a bit more than necessary, making goosebumps rise all over. 

After he's closed the clasp he chances sliding his hands from the back of my neck to my shoulders, looking at me through the mirror and giving me a soft smile. 

"You look beautiful" he whispers as if he wanted to keep that moment sacred for the two of us with Juni soon bringing us back to reality, reminding us it'll be between the three of us with her cute little giggle. 

"Daddy likes you Mommy" she points out leaving me quickly poking her little tummy to get some more giggles out of her to distract from pointing out the obvious to the two of us.

After her giggles have died down though she flips it on me. "Do you like Daddy too?" she asks, her doe eyes looking between the two of us, her lips already cracking into a smile. Leaving me crouching down to her level and whispering 'Yes' in her ear making her eyes light up before she starts giggling again. 

"Alright Juni it's time to go to grandma's house" Jungkook says before she's able to sabotage the night further with the adorable way she likes to put the both of us on the spot. "But I wanna stay with Mommy" she pouts and trudges towards the front door, knowing her grumbling isn't gonna get her anywhere with him this time.

"Shall we?" he asks and I smile softly, leading him out of my bedroom and back into the living room where we see Juni is sitting on the floor watching and waiting quietly while Salem does the same, the two of them sizing each other up. 

"Salem, come say hi to Juni" I say, leaving him walking over to her tentatively still, sniffing her little hand she's put out to him. No doubt something Jungkook's taught her to do. 

"He likes me!" she smiles as he sniffs her hand, giggling when his whiskers tickle her. 

"Daddy can we get a kitty too? Please?" she asks, her love for animals so endearing. "I don't know Juni, having a pet is a big responsibility" he says and I can tell the answer at least for now is going to be no so I decide to soften the blow. 

"You can come play with Salem whenever Daddy brings you by. How does that sound?" I offer and her eyes light up. "Can we play right now?" she asks, excitement bubbling but Jungkook takes on the role of the bad guy again telling her we have to get going. 

"Next time baby, okay?" Jungkook says and Juni nods her head although it's already drooping.

"Say goodbye to Salem and let's go see grandma. I bet she has something really fun planned for you" I say excitedly, trying to bring that smile back to her face.

"Like what?" she asks, her face going from pouty to curious. "I guess we'll just have to go and find out" I say as I boop her nose making her giggle again. 

She reaches up, wordlessly asking me to carry her to the car which I gladly do, scooping her up in my arms and spinning her around. 

As a result I, unknowingly, do a little twirl for Jungkook, him having had his eyes on me for a while and is enjoying taking in the view.

Not just because of his attraction to me physically but because he loves seeing the blossoming friendship between Juni and I, making it even harder for him to look away.

"Okay Jun Bug time to go" Jungkook says making a fluttering feeling fly in my chest, loving the way he's adopted the nickname. 

"Ready?" he asks and I nod, walking over to the chair I had sat my things down on but he grabs my purse and keys since my arms are still preoccupied by a very wiggly Juni, seemingly happy to be in my arms. 

I give him a shy smile and nod in thanks, letting him guide me out the door with a gentle hand on my back.

~~~~

Walking up to Jungkook's parent's house didn't seem all that intimidating in theory but it feels different seeing them in their own home instead of my parent's like I had a few nights ago. 

"Grandma!" Juni calls out, running up to the front door, seeing as she's waiting for her right outside.

I smile while watching their interaction, having gotten out of the car but not moving a muscle just yet. 

"Did you want to go inside?" Jungkook asks, drawing my attention back over to him. "Yeah, I want to say hi to your mom" I smile up at him and he nods, guiding me again with a gentle hand on the small of my back. 

I try not to let it go to my head but it's been a while since I've had a gentleman treat me right. I know it sounds pathetic and it seems like I'm praising him for the bare minimum but after what I had been through with my ex husband I can't help but feel special.

"Hi Mrs. Jeon" I say shyly as Jungkook walks the both of us in, her attention having been on Juni since we got here. 

"Wow, you look so beautiful honey. Jungkook you better be taking her somewhere nice if she's gone through all this trouble" she scolds him before he's had a chance to speak. 

"It won't be as beautiful as her but I think I've got it covered" he says unabashedly, saying things that'll make me nervous and Mrs. Jeon smiles knowingly. 

I can just imagine what kind of phone call her and my mother will be having once we're gone. 

Soon after we're saying goodbye and although Juni looks sad seeing us go without her I know she'll have fun with her grandma tonight.

Jungkook leads me back down the pathway and opens the passenger door for me, now holding out his hand to offer me stability while I get in, playing the part of the perfect gentleman. 

But then again, he always does.

~~~

The car ride to the restaurant is quiet, the absence of Juni palpable but Jungkook thankfully puts on some music at a low volume a couple minutes after we left to fill up that void.

"You think she'll be alright? Juni I mean" I say, still feeling guilty seeing her sad little face watching us go. "She'll be fine" Jungkook says, switching lanes carefully, turning down a street I usually don't go down, telling me wherever we're going is somewhere I've never been before. 

"Plus, she'll get to go to the park with you again soon so she'll be alright" he reminds and I nod. "That's true. Did you have a certain day you'd like to do that? The little boy's parents said they usually go every day after school so we could go Monday?" I offer, today being Friday night and he nods, easily agreeing to it as we pull into the parking lot of a beautiful restaurant that's overlooking the river.

"How did you find this place?" I ask once he's opened the door for me, offering his hand to help me out, lacing his fingers through mine after I'm steady on my feet. 

I swear, the more I spend time with him the more I feel like a teenager again, the simplest things making my heart flutter and cheeks burn.

"I did some research when I got home" he chuckles, looking over at me to watch my expression as we get closer. "It's perfect" I smile, getting nervous again when I see an almost smitten expression on his face.

My smile turns shy and when he notices my change in demeanor he decides not to mention it, leading us inside before either of us gets too nervous. 

The decor is cozy, a color palette of neutrals accompanied by greenery and strings of Edison lights, a nice yet not too nice place. I'm sure he took that into account so as to not make it too romantic, not wanting to add on to the pressure our mothers are already putting on us.

The waiter leads us out onto the open air patio, decorative tower heaters placed sparsely throughout to protect against the cool spring chill so as to still afford us the opportunity to watch the way the city lights sparkle on the reflection of the river as the sun starts to set.

Jungkook pulls out my chair before settling down across from me, a small lantern lit with a small tea candle in the middle of the table to add a more cozy yet romantic light to the table setting. 

Everything really is quite perfect.

"Are you warm enough?" he asks, noting the sleeveless nature of the silk dress I'm wearing but I nod. "I can feel the heater from here so I'll be alright" I say although I could've afforded bringing a jacket just in case. 

He doesn't push it but I know he'll be watching me for the first sign of a chill.

~~~

"So, tell me your story" he says simply after we've ordered our meals, his focus trained on me, not having the excuse of looking at the menu anymore.

"My story?" I echo and he nods. 

"How deep are we talking because I'm not sure all of it is first date appropriate, it might put a damper on the mood" I chuckle awkwardly. 

"So this is a date?" he asks, the corner of his lips turning up.

"Isn't it?" I ask, my cheeks now heating up in embarrassment, not sure if I've misread this invitation.

"It is" he responds easily, clearly enjoying the reaction he's gotten out of me. 

I clear my throat and look away from him, breaking up the tension that had started to build.

"My story huh? Well, I'm an only child and I've lived in this city my entire life. I'm divorced, which you know already and can be the topic of conversation at a later date if necessary and-" 

"Okay let me rephrase that, tell me something about yourself that you would enjoy talking about. Fun facts like all those can be learned along the way" he says, making light of the awkward topic I'm always dancing around.

It's not something that I'm proud of and it's also something that I find really uncomfortable discussing, especially in a public setting like this and thankfully he notices right away.

"Well, photography for one but we've spoken about that topic before, plus I feel like it might just turn into shop talk" he nods in agreement, both of us working in the industry know it can go from casual to technical quite quickly.

Plus I'm pretty sure that's not something he's aiming to discuss.

"I love to paint. Does that count?" I offer up and he smiles, "That definetly counts"

~~~~~

We spend a majority of our time discussing what I like to paint over dinner, the color palettes I gravitate towards as well as the subject matters and he actively listens to all of it, asking questions and encouraging me to speak freely, seemingly entertained. 

"I feel like I've been droning on for hours" I apologize, noticing that the both of us have finished our meals and I have yet to ask him much about himself. "I enjoyed it. I can tell you have a real passion for it" he smiles making me look away while I take a drink of my water to hide my expression. 

Seeing him in this lighting now that the sun has gone down makes him somehow even more handsome...which I thought would be impossible but here we are.

"Would you like to order something else?" the waiter comes by collecting our plates, Jungkook looking to me for an answer but I shake my head. "We'll just take the check" he says and the waiter nods with a promise to return soon.

~~~~

"You kept me talking for so long I feel like I didn't get to ask you what your story is" I say as we walk side by side, him having asked if I'd like to take a walk around the river, draping his jacket around my shoulders before we started.

"My story huh? Well I was born in Busan, I have an adorable daughter named Juni I-"

"Adorable daughter aside, fun facts later, remember?" I interrupt him, giving him the same stipulations he gave me, clearly amusing him based off the smile he gives me.

"I love boxing" he says and I have to do my best not to swoon right then and there. 

"Boxing huh? Like you boxing or watching boxing?" I ask for clarification. "Mostly just me, I don't mind watching a match every now and then but I like to experience the rush of it myself" I hum, staying casual about it.

"How long have you been boxing?" I ask and he takes a second to think before answering. "In all honesty I used it as an outlet after Julie" he says and I nod, letting him know there's no extra explanation needed. 

"But after a while I genuinely began to enjoy it. The techniques, the timing and the agility needed when facing another opponent is something I'm always looking to perfect and improve" he explains and I do my best to actively listen like he did with me. 

I understand now why he wanted to keep me talking back at the restaurant because watching him talk so animatedly about something he's passionate about has me just as invested.

"So the boxer and the ballerina huh?" I smile and he looks over at me a little confused. "Juni? Aren't you planning on signing her up for ballet lessons?" I ask and his lips make an 'o' shape and nods. 

"Yeah, I forgot about that. I'll have to look around for a good studio" he ponders it quietly for a while. 

"I could help if you'd like? I used to take lessons as a little girl at a studio across town. I wasn't as dedicated though so I only took a handful of lessons" I offer and he smiles. "You used to be a ballerina?" he smirks and I shake my head. 

"I took a few lessons so I would never go as far as calling myself one but I could've been. I was just more interested in taking pictures of everything from the tiniest of bugs to the bright blue sky in my backyard. So my parents got me a camera and called it a day" I recount and he chuckles.

"Yeah my dad thought I was going to be a big sports junkie or something, signing me up for every sport you could imagine but it never really felt like my thing. So after a while he let me figure out what kind of hobby I wanted to pick up once he finally noticed" he explains, both of us having similar experiences. 

"I'm just thankful he didn't push me too much like some parents do. I don't think I would've had as good of a relationship with him as I do now if that had been the case you know?" he confesses and I nod. 

"Yeah there's been a strain on mine and my mom's relationship ever since I got divorced. She's always pressuring me to get back out there and find someone, saying that I'm wasting my youth on my career and...well I don't know. I know she means well but I wish she'd just be happy for me, happy that I'm living life on my own terms now" I say, having lived in Robert's shadow for so long.

He can see the change in my body language and steers us just the smallest bit away from it. 

"And are you happy?" he asks and I stop, pausing to think about it and he stops as a result our hands having linked a while ago and turns to face me, waiting for my answer. 

"I am" I smile up at him and I can see there's a hidden emotion behind the smile he returns to me. "I'm very happy with my life right now". 

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I have a theory!

Duke groaned, his head tumping against his desk on his side of the room. He had heard these words often enough by now to know that his roommate was going to start ranting about something strange but weirdly fascinating again.

The last time his roommate started with that, he went on a rant how all rich people have a secret basement below their homes or some secretly identities with a bulletpoint list of what to look out for as a warning. Which Duke had a hard time not laughing about as he thought about Bruce, who ended up checking a lot of the bulletpoints.

"Danny what is it now?" Duke ended up asking after all. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop his roommate. No one aside from his sister apparently could, Danny even gave her number to Duke as an emergency number in case Danny ever gets so caught up in his own thoughts that even he himself couldn't stop himself anymore. Yeah that was weird to watch Danny trying to stop himself, but it was fascinating that his sister only needed to say his name twice over the speaker.

"Duke hear me out!" Okay of to a good start, so this meant Danny wasn't a hundred percent behind his own theory.

"Red Hood is a ghost or part ghost!"

If Duke had been drinking something, he would have taken a spit take here. For some reasons he had the image of Jason wearing a bed sheet saying the most deadpan 'Boo' in his head when Danny said that. He coughed, trying to hide that amusement. "What makes you say that?"

"You know how you 'saw' that I am a 'Meta'?" Danny ask him in return and Duke nodded still feeling a but weird with how Danny sounded when he refred to himself as Meta but also vividly remembering how his roommate pretty much blinded him on the day he moved into the dorms. "I can kind of see something similar. Like I explained how I have a ghost sense and all that, right?"

"Yea, you did." Duke nodded along, he new his roommate became a Meta through a lab accident. Once Duke had asked him and they had the cleared the air about both of them being Metas, Danny had somewhat opened up a bit on his whole weird family and Duke thought his family wasn't normal but compared to the Fentons the Batfamily might as well could be.

"Well last night I ran into him when I went scrap collecting for my engineering project!"

"DANNY!" Duke couldn't help but scowl. One the school was providing materials, Danny didn't need to do that and two, if he met Red Hood aka Jason that meant Danny wandered far enough to end up near or in Crime Alley! He would need to bug Jason later to find out more about that.

"I know, I know." His roommate waved him off. "Anyway, my ghost sense tingled. Soooo Red Hood got to be a ghost or part ghost, considering he hit a wall instead of phasing through it when he chased me..."

"Danny!" Duke scowled him again, hidding his amusement behind it. Now, he really had to get THAT story out of Jason later, plus he wanted to see if there maybe was possible video proof of Jason running into a wall chasing after Danny.

"Anyway! I got more than just that! Listen here, you know how I told you about some of my parents' inventions..." Danny instead continued finally starting his rant.

[miyaz6ki]

Not a req, just wanted to brainrot Kinich rn because I'm very very deep into his entire aesthetic and backstory

Do you ever think Kinich would stop to think for a moment how he might leave his s/o before them, especially after the recent Abyss happenings in the AQ? If he dies, Ajaw gets his body and he'll wonder if Ajaw would even try tk fool you that it's him or would straight up tell you bluntly that he's gone...

And he'd think how you could take it.

Ajaw would be running around with his face all over Natlan, and you would have a constant reminder that he's gone and that's not Kinich and he worries about that constantly. Maybe at some point he even thinks it's much more beneficial for both of you (mostly you) to break thinks off and push you away from him, from the long term heartbreak by breaking your heart this early on.

He's already fallen a few times during various Night Warden Wars, and he knows how dangerous his job is as a Saurian Hunter who takes on long term commissions all over Natlan.

There may be a time he won't come back as himself.

cw death mentions, but no one dies cuz I cry when I make my own angst :fire:

he'd always remind you that he won't be there, and it may be that one day it's not even him you're talking to.

but I'm sure he'd do something to ensure you'd know it's him, a secret safe and away from his jaw. Just ask the magical question of love: Why did he fall in love in the first place?

and i'm sure before the more serious months (I believe in the three-month rule lol), he'd be a bit distant. not because he fell out of love, or because you did anything wrong, but he doesn't want you to feel bad on the day that he won't be there anymore.

but it's not like he'll recklessly fight as is, or like how he always has during night warden wars, he has someone to come home to now, he never had that before. there's someone home, expecting him to come back into that small hut he shares with them, and it's you.

he used to fight because it was his job, he fought because it was the only thing he could do before he could do. so why is he imagining a family with you? settling down wasn't something that crossed his mind too often, but he considers it a frequent guest now that he knows you're willing to stay.

he takes more precautions than normal, not to say that he didn't before, but more just to ensure you won't spot any of his injuries. he doesn't want to worry you so much.

the thought of breaking up with you now is a harsh topic, but he doesn't fully push it away. just to make sure you were safe, he was willing to just keep this relationship between the two of you- yet... he felt himself only reeling in closer to you every day that he kept you near.

he couldn't shake off the sad sentiment of what he may be soon, but he knows that his new priority is no longer to just fight. it's to live life fully with you.

[uumeboshii]

wc: 1, 104

content warnings: breeding? ! reader is referred to as ma'am. feminine pronouns. oral (fem rec)

"Hinata Shoyo, the acclaimed professional volleyball player and part of Japan men's national team, coming up next week!"

The cheerful voice of the show's narrator vibrates through the room, announcing the appearance of your fiancé. He had been thrilled when the show's producers and parents contacted him, wanting him to come on the show and do some activities with the kids. He flew to South Korea within a week of talking and making arrangements, stayed for another to explore the city he was staying at, and would be coming home in a few days.

The screen showed clips of Shoyo smiling at the camera, looking around with a baby in arms, and- oh, taking a nap with the baby on his chest. You couldn't help but smile at the image; thoughts stirring in your mind (are you ovulating soon?) so loud and fast that your phone ringing almost makes you scream.

"Sugar! My flight is booked. I'll be home in three days, do you want me to bring you anything from Korea? They have a ton of varieties of that spicy ramen you like so much..." Shoyo's voice was bright, bouncing off the speaker as he named all the different flavors of ramen "... and curry, wait, there's also one of those self-heating Hot Pot bowls"

"Mmm... bring carbonara and curry ramen, and some rice cakes if you can" Yes, ma'am! He responded, hanging up. He was so sweet to you. Would his babies be as cheerful as him?

Five days later, Shoyo was at home, resting, eating of those spicy curry-flavored ramen while you sat on the couch, waiting for his episode on the show to begin.

"I can't wait for you to watch it, the babies were so cute!" He says, a mouthful of noodles going into his mouth.

Nodding, you try the noodles, hoping the overwhelming heat will overpower the feeling in your lower abdomen.

It all goes well. Shoyo helping the older kid to tie his shoes, calling him endearing names every other sentence. You can't help but picture the kid with orange hair and your partner's big smile. Shoyo taking said kid and his younger sibling to the convenience store right after they expressed their craving for some melona ice cream bars, both of them holding his hand. He was so caring, so protective. Would he prefer to have boys? He seemed so at ease with them. And then, her. After coming home, the father had brought the youngest in the family to meet Shoyo, and it was impossible to miss the way his eyes lit up. She was a year old, hair in two little pigtails at the top of her head, in a yellow onesie.

Everything became a blur after that. He was so sweet to her, so soft. His eyes never left her, a secure hold on her at all times. Such a good father.

Sleep doesn't come easy.

Tossing, turning and groaning, your brain just can't sweep away the image of Shoyo with children of yours. Happily running through your house, their voices filling your ears.

Being pumped full of cum by your perfect, sweet soon-to-be-husband who'll take care of all of you.

You reach your hand out to your partner, tracing lines down his bare back. Poking his ribs, softly scratching the tan, freckled skin. His muscles tense when your nails leave red marks behind, a low mumble coming from your fiancé. "Hm?"

"You okay? Why are you up?" He says, turning around, facing you. His eyelids still open and close with sleep, a pair of fingers going straight to the ends of your hair. You nod. Your hand reaches up to caress his cheek, a leg pulling him closer to you until your lips meet for a kiss. It's soft until it isn't. Hunger takes over quickly, your teeth pulling on his lip as his hands grope your ass, positioning you on top of him. You sit on his hard-on to give the both of you a minute to breathe, moving slowly back and forth.

"I've been so wet all day, Sho— can't do it anymore," you blurt out, the thin fabric of your underwear sticking to your outer lips, making everything so, so uncomfortable. You hear him mumble some prayers before pulling himself up, all his weight on the palms of his hands as he pushes himself to you. Your lips clash, he has you leaning back as he takes your waist in his arms, his big muscles crushing you. Managing to lift your hips, you shimmy out of your shorts and squeal as Shoyo shifts your positions and throws you to the mattress, giggling. He snatches your shorts and dives into you, biting and kissing and sucking your inner thighs. His face gets closer to your heat, inhaling your scent as his arms around your legs, locking you in place.

"I can tell", he says. You try to close your legs around him, but his grip on you is so secure you only feel the tip of his tongue as he gives a kitten lick to your clit. A shiver goes through your body, his tongue licking long strips on your slit. "God, I've missed you."

Whimpering, you run your hand through his hair as he keeps licking and sucking at your clit; his tongue traces shapes along the folds of your pussy, nose bumping you with every move. It's as if he's doing it for himself, for his own pleasure.

Your grip tightens when you feel one of his hands snake and position itself at your entrance. His fingers prod at your hole as he keeps sucking, adding one finger and curling it upwards as his tongue presses flat against you. You grind on his face and he lets you, another finger being enough to have you moaning in a higher pitch, "Shoyo-Sho, mhm, just like that"

It fuels him, burying his face even deeper along with his fingers, pumping and curling just right. Your nails dig into his scalp and that's when he loses it, grinding against the mattress; he's so intoxicated with your scent, your touch, your voice, he just has to have you cumming on his face. Which you do, when he moans right into your core as he keeps fingering you. The burning sensation on your stomach spreading all over your body sends shivers down your spine and legs, which tighten around Shoyo's head as he keeps kissing. Your heart races. Shoyo climbs up your body, his nose breathing in the scent of your lotion.

"I wanna make you mine, no one'll take you from me"

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Chapter 1- The Arrangement

Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)

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Summary- Everything seemed to be going well for Y/N until it doesn't. Will this life altering event bring her closer to her family. Will this life altering event introduce her to Carlos?

The reader is Y/N, other than that everyone has a name

Y/N was majoring in Business; just like her grandma, Anika Baker had wanted. "You're smart, you're rational and the best of all you're kind" she would tell her grand daughter growing up. That's why she was currently studying to maybe take over her family business when she grew up.

She grew up in a matriarchy, where after the untimely death of her grandfather; her grandmother took the lead and brought the company to where it is now. Eventually, she did step back and let her son, Ivan and daughter-in-law, Rose Aguirre handle it. That was when Y/N was born. The first born of their family, she was so pampered; she got whatever she wanted. She had her dad wrapped around her little pudgy finger.

So, when her parents were away, their grandmother raised her and her siblings. She fed them, helped them with their homework and best of all, told them stories of kings and dragons. Y/N would sit intently while her grandmother would massage her feet after a tiring day at school or give her a head massage when it ached. Y/N would always love spending time with her, one way or another.

Y/N was off too college as soon as she turned 18. She finally got to be back home after 2 years for longer than a few weeks; the reason wasn't something to be happy about since a virus had spread across the world and was killing people at an alarming rate. Which meant school, colleges, offices had all shut down and were working from home. When she hugged her grandma for the first time in 6 months; "You've gotten thinner since the last time I saw you" she squinted her eyes at her grandma. "You know how it is with age, I don't have the appetite anymore" her grandmother reasoned. "Well, you should still eat. I'm gonna make sure you gain weight before I leave" Y/N said determined. "Sure, sweetheart" she laughed. "Let's have food. It's nice to have everyone back home, together for once" she emphasised. Y/N held her grandmother's hand as they walked to the dining table for lunch.

A month or so after she was back, her grandmother had started feeling ill. She wouldn't be able to hold down any food and she had been complaining of a stomach ache. With COVID restrictions, getting an appointment was extremely difficult. After a week or so, thankfully, her dad was now at the doctor's office with his mother. The kids were at home, dotting it down to the regular stomach flu which was taking longer than usual to clear.

What came as a surprise to the family, after a couple tests was that, the matriarch of the house was suffering from stomach cancer. Couple more tests later, and it said that it had advanced quite a bit having spread all over the body. The doctors weren't sure what they could do other than ease her pain. Everyone was crying in their rooms while trying to hold a tough facade in front of Anika, so as to not worry her.

At breakfast, a few days after the diagnosis. "You lot are all cry babies. It's just cancer. I'll get the treatment and be well" Anika smiled. Everyone hoped what she was saying was true. But as the treatments started; things started to get worse for her. The medicines were taking a toll on her. Their once active grandmother was reduced to bathroom runs and staying put in her bed. She barely had the energy to eat on her own.

The matriarch's children were sad and couldn't help but cry since they couldn't do much for their mother other than watch. The grandkids would think of ways to make food exciting for their grandmother. The whole family had come together. They were all living together to care for their ailing mother. "I like this very much" Anika told Y/N. "What do you like, grandma?" she asked. "Having all my children here, fretting over me" she said looking at her 2 children fondly. Y/N smiled, "They always fret over you, for as long as I can remember" she replied. "Hmm...but this feel different...it feels nice" she hummed.

They had a scare a few months later; Anika's health had deteriorated suddenly and needed hospitalisation. When she was admitted in the hospital; everyone went to visit her in turns. "I wish I got to see at least one of my grandkids get married" she said barely above a whisper. She beckoned Y/N forward, "Darling, you're the oldest. You're the smartest. You always listen to your grandma don't you" she cooed. "Grandma, I don't like where this is going." she mumbled. "I know it is too much to ask for but why don't you get married. I'll find you a nice man" she reasoned. "Grandma, no. I'm only 20. I'm not getting married, not yet anyways." she whined. "ugh! I love you grandma, I really do but I don't have any plans of getting married, yet" she said pulling away from her grandma. "I'm going home. I hope you get well soon" she stormed off.

Y/N was fuming, she got that her grandma was sick and wanted to see major milestones in her grandkids lives and she wanted to share her happiness with her too but that doesn't mean she will throw her own granddaughter under the bus. She hated the fact that it was always her who would have to do as the elders told her to. Why couldn't it be her siblings or her cousins for once? Why did she have to get a married now? She has so much she wants to achieve, she can't be tied down just yet. People her age barely even remembered the name of the person they last slept with and she should get married; her grandma had gone crazy, she thought.

While Y/N was losing her mind because her grandma wanted her married; Carlos Sainz Junior was losing his mind since he got a contract with Ferrari next year.

In the world of Formula One, there was a change in tide. Sebastian Vettel would no longer be driving for Ferrari in the upcoming season; instead he was being replaced with an up and coming driving Carlos Sainz who was currently driving for McLaren. COVID had put a damper on things; but nothing could contain Carlos's excitement. He would be driving in red next year, something almost every driver had dreamt of when they dreamt of Formula One.

Carlos was your typical Formula One driver, he asked his father for guidance since he was a Rally Champion and looked up to some great drivers as inspiration. He had big plans; plan of winning his first race, plans of winning a championship title, plans of racing until he was 60 but none of those plans involved getting married any time soon. He couldn't imagine himself settling down, just yet even though his sister was planning on getting married herself. He had a long way to go; the biggest obstacle, he wasn't dating anyone as of yet so obviously marriage was off the table for the foreseeable future.

Now, there's a saying, sickness brings the lost together. That's exactly what had happened. Carlos senior had grown up with a family, albeit only for a few years of his childhood but those were formative years and he had spent a lot of his time with the Kastner family. They were his neighbours and even after they had moved away, they had still stayed in touch. He wouldn't forget their kindness and hospitality. For the few years that they were around he was incharge of making sure the oldest of the Kastner family, Ivan got to and back from school safely.

When Carlos senior found out about the ailing health of Mrs Kastner who would make him delicious food and baby sat them when necessary, he flew in as soon as he could with his family in tow. COVID didn't make it easy to visit the sick but Carlos senior would be damned if he didn't meet or introduce his kids to the woman he talked about. Carlos senior greeted Ivan, "You've aged" he laughed patting his back. "As if you haven't" he clapped back. The two happy to see each other after a very long time apart. "I heard Aunt Anika is sick" Carlos senior spoke. "News travels fast" Ivan chuckled. "Not fast enough since she's been sick for a while and I only found out after she was admitted" Carlos senior pointed out. "Yes, yes, she'll be discharged soon. She's been doing so much better for the past few days" Ivan explained. "That's good to know" Carlos senior sighed. "Can we meet her?" he asked hopeful. "I think she'll be over the moon when she find out you've come. She kept up with all your races" Ivan added. "I'm glad she did. I think it was the combined prayers of my mother and yours that I'm still alive after being this reckless" Carlos senior laughed. "That I will not disagree with" Ivan smiled opening the door to the hospital room where Anika was reading the day's paper. She placed the paper down to see who it was and a smile broke out on her face; "Carlos, darling, how've been? I've missed you" she spoke trying to get up but Carlos senior was already by her side, "Don't get up. I'm right here" he leaned down and hugged her. "I've missed you too." he whispered. She patted his back, "I see you've done well for yourself" she said scanning the faces of the 4 people behind him. He pulled away and introduced his wife and 3 kids to her. "Did he get into rallying just like his father?" she asked shaking Carlos junior's hand. "Worse, he's in Formula One" Carlos senior smiled. "Darling, stay safe. I might have to start praying for one more now" she shook her head. "This is the woman who was best friend's with your grandmother and they love each other too much" Carlos senior announced to his kids. "What team does he race for?" Anika asked Carlos senior drawing his attention. "I'm racing for McLaren now, but I'll be racing for Ferrari next year" Carlos junior replied. "congratulations dear. And Carlos, a bit narcissistic I think to name your kid after you" she laughed.

The atmosphere was lively and bright, everyone was busy catching up with each other and trying to let each other know what was going on with the other.

In all of this, the gears in Anika's head were spinning. If Carlos's son, Carlos was single he would be the right fit for her grand daughter. She had always adored and dotted on Carlos senior growing up, so it would only make sense that she would want a good family to take care of her grand daughter. If there's anything to go by how Carlos senior turned out, Carlos junior would fit right in with their family. She felt giddy thinking about the possibility of merging their two families. She knew if everything went well, they could easily be getting married at the end of the year or the beginning of the next. She just wanted what was good for her grand daughter, having something nice come out of it like a handsome and rich husband was a bonus.

The Sainz would be staying in town for a few days before they would be leaving. Anika had invited them over for dinner once she would be discharged since she couldn't send them away without feeding them herself. It was a day before her discharge and she was sat with both Ivan and Carlos. "Since the two of you are here, there's a proposition I would like to make" she said. The two men sat up straight waiting for Anika to continue. "I might not live long" she began but was cut off by mutual 'nos and you'll live a long life' before she shushed them. "Let's listen to the doctors and I know they are trying their best but we have to be realistic too. If I do live long, I'll get to watch the happiness unfold if don't then I'll at least be a part of some of it." she explained. The two men were very confused with where she was trying to go. "I want to make a proposition like I said, I think it would be great if Carlos's son, Carlos married Ivan's daughter, Y/N. I've always wanted to watch my grand kids get married, this way I can die happy" she finished. Their mouths opened and closed a few times before Carlos spoke, "Aren't they still too young?" he asked. "It's just a suggestion, it's up to you two and them to decided if they'll go through with it. Would I be happy if they got married? Obviously but at the end of the day it'll all up to the kids. I just want what's best for them" Anika said. The two men were thinking. They were stuck. "You two can think about it, maybe we can introduce them to each other at the dinner tomorrow" Anika said hopeful. This was going to be difficult conversation to have for both Carlos and Ivan, they thought.

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[mcuamerica]

Stranded | Part Two

Featuring : (future) Azriel x Fem!Reader, Eris x Reader (platonic), Rhys x Sister!Reader

Summary: Amarantha is dead and you finally get to go home. Requested by @sidthedollface2 here.

Warnings: 18+ only, description of ruined wings and skin scarring, canon level violence, not proofread (i'll do it later), let me know if anything was forgotten...

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

Dividers from @saradika

Part One

You felt your magic return to you the day Amarantha died. It was such an ordinary day.

You were in your cabin, that Eris had found for you the moment your wings were burned. You couldn't return to the Night Court without putting yourself in danger of Amarantha finding you, so you stayed in Autumn.

You were cooking when it washed over you, feeling as if you could finally breath again. You tested your abilities, seeing how much you could do. You were able to engulf the entire room in darkness when you were satisfied it returned.

You lost hope 10 years prior, when one of the local villagers said that all of Amarantha's court was bound to Under the Mountain. That meant you wouldn't be getting anymore visits from Eris, and even in the 40 years before that, those were few and far between. You were lucky Autumn Court was on her "good" side, because she never looked too deep into the woods. From what Eris told you, Rhys had taken her to bed.

You knew Rhys, and you could guess that he did it to keep her eyes from turning towards the Night Court. Towards you. Or Velaris.

So, you lived your simple life. The cabin Eris gave you came with a horse, that you would take to and from the local village. You were able to maintain a garden. And the best thing about living in Autumn was you never had to brace a bad winter or a sweltering summer. You missed the seasons dearly, you missed Solstices and Starfalls. Most of all, you missed your family.

It still haunted you that Rhys was taking on the burden of the Night Court by himself. You wished you could be there with him.

And, the rest of your family was running Velaris. Without you. You had to wonder if Azriel and Mor ended up together, being trapped in the beautiful, romantic city all these years. You wouldn't if Azriel regretted leaving you that night. Or if he was happy you were gone.

One thing you couldn't get over, even after all these years, was that he left you. Sure, you could handle yourself, but he left you. His best friend. Even when you were young, you always wanted to be around Azriel. Once Cassian and Rhys stopped tormenting him, you were allowed to be around him. He was always the first one to show you techniques with his sword, or new flying maneuvers. But then Mor came alone, slept with Cassian, and that was it. Azriel had been pining after her since then. You weren't resentful of it until he left you the night everything went to shit. When you lost your magic and your ability to fly.

Even know, when the wind was raging in the forest, you teared up. You wish there was some way to be able to fly again. But you grew up in the Illyrian war camp with your mother and brother. You knew what destroyed tendons looked like. There was no hope. Even after Eris and his healers did everything they could to heal them as best as they could. The membrane was in tact, albeit thinner than normal, and you had full function of stretching them in and out. But, the proper strength to fly would never be resorted.

At least you had your magic back. And you waited for Eris to come find you, to placate his father enough that he had time to tell you what happened. You assumed, knowing the depletion of magic was tied to Amarantha, that she died. You really hoped that was the case. You could go home. You could see your brother. You could ignore Azriel for the rest of your life. It never even occurred to you that you could probably winnow back home. You hadn't been able to do it for a long time.

Instead of Eris bursting through the door that afternoon, it was shadows, followed by a heaving Azriel trying to catch his breath.

"(Y/N)!" Azriel exclaimed, bounding over to you. Before you had a chance to step away, he wrapped you in an embrace. One you couldn't help but melt into. You might be mad at him, but after 50 years of being apart, you were happy to see him.

You pulled away, seeing tears in Azriel's eyes as he looked you over. His eyes landed on your wings. "What did they do to you?" He asked, searching your eyes.

"After you left me that night, three of Beron's sentinels burned my wings." You said, taking a deep breath.

"I need to write a note, and then you can take me home. Is Rhys there yet?" You asked.

"I don't know, I've spent all day having my shadows look for you. I was hoping you made it to Winter... I didn't think you would still be here." He said, pausing as you started to write.

You wrote to Eris, letting him know that you would be going back to the Night Court. You also told him that you would support him if he ever needed anything. You tucked the note into an envelop and left it on the counter.

"Okay... can you winnow us?" You asked, holding out your hand.

He gazed over you again, unsaid words clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). For everything. For leaving you. For not coming to get you-"

"Azriel.. please.. take me home. And then we can talk about it." You said.

He nodded, staring at you for a few moments before he took you hand and darkness enveloped you both.

Rhys was pissed.

He may have been happy to see his family, and to tell Mor and you about how he found his mate (even if she was with Tamlin), but the instant he saw your wings, he knew something was wrong. Before even asking the rest of his family what happened, he pulled you into a room alone.

After recapping what happened Under the Mountain, and more tearful hellos, he asked you to sit down. "Tell me what happened." He said.

You looked down, taking a deep breath. "That night that Amarantha took your magic, and you closed the borders to Velaris, I got stuck in Autumn. Azriel had left to go help Mor with something. I couldn't even winnow to the Night Court borders." You told him what happened with the sentinels, how Eris found you, and then watched as Rhys settled into the quiet deathly rage.

"He did this to you?" He asked, barely above a whisper.

"No," you quickly corrected. "Eris helped me." There were tears in your eyes now. "He- Let me just tell you how it started..."

Eris brought you to a cabin on the outskirts of the Autumn borders, close to a village but far enough that no one would look for you here. He had his best healers come to help heal you, but with their lack ox experience repairing wings, they couldn't completely heal them. You back even still had scarring on it from how hot the sentinels burned through them.

When Eris couldn't stay because Amarantha sent for all High Lords and their heirs, he had a healer stay with you. Until you were back to your normal health. And then, he offered to help you get to the Night Court. Said he would personally take you to the Moonstone Palace. But he warned you how cruel Amarantha already was, and how she was taking more and more people prisoner (to be part of her "court") Under the Mountain. You chose to stay in the cabin. If you couldn't go back to Velaris, you didn't want to go to the Night Court. Not when your brother was actively trying to get Amarantha to avoid it. The return of the Lady of the Night Court would surely set her eyes towards you. And Rhys would pay the price.

Eris would visit you as often as he could. Since Autumn was on Amarantha's good side, she let Eris and his brothers out more. When he was able to step away from the Forest House, he would visit you. Bring you more supplied, new clothes, sometimes even new furniture or paint to refresh the cabin. All the while, he kept you up to date on what was happened. One day, you asked why he was helping you.

"Because I can... and it was my family's sentinels that harmed you. You had no one else around. If you were to die out here, what would I tell you brother? It would have caused an even worse relationship between us. And I'm hoping to have his support when I overthrow my father. If we can tackle Amarantha first... and.. I'm hoping one day you can counsel your brother to help me as well." He explained.

"So you're helping me for your own gain?" You asked.

"I'm helping you because it's the right thing to do... and I've grown fond of this little escape." He answered.

That's how it was until three courts tried to rebel, and Amarantha barred anyone from leaving Under the Mountain. Even Eris. You wondered why he hadn't shown up when you went into the village to grab some more food, when you overheard the rumors.

"He truly helped you? He never hurt you?" Rhys asked.

You shook your head. "No, he never hurt me. He never tried anything. He... was kind. And caring. And I owe him my life." You said, looking up at Rhys.

He nodded, thinking for a moment. He paused his pacing and looking at you dead in the eyes. "Azriel left you?" He asked, seeming to recall what you first told him.

"...Yes." You said after hesitating.

"I'm going to kill him." He growled.

Your heart skipped a beat, knowing Rhys might just well kill Azriel for putting you in harms way.

"Wait- no. Please.. go easy on him." You said.

He paused, taking a deep breath. Darkness was pooling around his ankles. You could tell he was trying to reel it in. "I'm going to beat him to a pulp."

Better than killing him, you thought. You relaxed for a moment before Rhys rushed out from the door. You chased after him to see the first blow to Azriel's face. Then to his gut. Then to his legs to knock him on the floor. All while Rhys growled out in between each punch,"You. Left. My. Sister. In. Autumn?!"

Azriel didn't even fight back.

Part Three

A/N: Another tough one... I think this will have 1 or 2 more parts... which I probably won't get to writing until Sunday or Monday night (I know, i'm sorry!) Thank you all so much for your support!

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DoomGuy X Gn! Reader

Summary: basically comforting the Doom man because he's been through it honestly fr.

Authors note: I've literally never written fanfiction in my entire life, so sorry if this is shit and uh.. if there are any spelling errors there's no excuse it's all on me im just a dumb fuck lol ENJOY!

(warnings: mentions of Flynn's past, blood, death, and gore.. though hopefully you know that given this is the doom universe... takes place sometime during eternal you can decide when and flashback is in italics by the by)

look at his fucking eyes he's so pretty oh my fucking god

At the doom fortress, above the place you used to call home you sat at the desk that was in the main room, a small lamp lighting the work space as you tinkerd with one of the Slayers shoulder canons, it had been damaged when an Imp had gotten a bit too close, it's claws had damaged the weapon beyond use causing it to not properly fire, so being the mechanic that you are you'd offerd to work on it while he did his missions and seeing that he was busy most days with the whole saving the world deal, you had gladly helped him where you could.

It was the deal you both made after he found you on earth when you had nearly became another victim of the demonic plauge when a Pinky had nearly ripped open your stomach with it's claws, he gave you a place to stay while you fix up either his equipment and or the fortress itself when he couldn't and was busy ripping and tearing the demonic forces of hell (which was most days.)

Headphones sat atop your head as you carefully screwd a bolt into the cold metal, music softly played blocking any sound from the outside world, unbeknownst to you, the portal behind you came to life as the Slayer stepped into the base. Armor coverd in blood and his body slightly trembling, the mission had gone good as they usually would, though as he stood there his body shook with heavy breaths and his mind racing as the memories of today rushed back at him at top speed.

It had been a pretty simple mission, destroy a gore nest that had gotten a bit bigger than a normal nest would making him take nearly two days to fully clear it out, though that wasn't what was wrong with him, why he felt like every breath he took was getting harder and harder to get out, why his hart felt like it was simultaneously going to beat out of his chest or if it was going to dead stop if he was overwhelmed with one more thing.

The air was heavy as Flynn made his way through the blood soaked ground, buildings that were either completely demolished and or left barly standing litterd the area around him, flames that had probably been buring for days danced around casting wild shadows and the bodies of demons laid broken and unrecognizable on the floor. As he came to a stop Vega's voice softly rang out in his helmet, "another job well done sir, the gore nest is now 100% cleared, I am not finding anymore life signals from any demons near by, I will have a portal ready for you shortly." A huff came from the Slayer as he put his shotgun away. His muscles slightly aching from the long nearly two days of nonstop fighting demons and running around to grab extra supplies to bring back to the base. Looking around at the apocalyptic scean around him he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of disappoint, so many lives needlessly gone, so many families broken, mindlessly he began pacing around as he waited for Vega to open a portal back to base where you would no doubt be working on something when he got back.

Though his heavy footsteps came to a stop as he saw something out of the corner of his eye, turing his head to see what is was he felt his breathing come to a stop and his body froze. There, in a pile of broken rubble and glass, is where two corpses laid on the burned ground, a woman and her child that the mother held closely to her chest even in death.

The Slayer wobbled slightly as he took a step back from the sight, his eyebrows knitted together as he sharply turned around just as Vega's voice came through again and a portal back to the base. "the portal is up and.... Sir are you alright? your stress levels are rising more than usual, should i contact-" the slayer let out a low growl of frustration before the ai could complete his sentence, " understood" Vega said before going silent as the Slayer stomped towrds the portal that lead back to the base, back to you, back to home.

His breathing uneaven as a swirl of emotions ran through him and memories of who he was before he became the dreaded Doom Slayer hit him like a semi truck, when his wife, child and rabbit were brutally take from him, not even getting to say a goodbye to them or give them a proper burial. Flynn's hands squeeze into fists as his body shook and almost struggled to stand and walk with what felt like he was getting whighed down by a thousands of planets as he made his way into the glowing blue and black swerling portal.

Looking around slowly his dark eyes caught sight of you at the desk where he'd find you working most days, swallowing harshly he made his way over to where you sat in the chair, he eyed the headphone's that laid on your head and could hear the music faintly over the quiet buzz of the energy that ran through fortress as he came to a stop right behind the chair you sat in.

As you finished up the last part of the shoulder canon you let a soft sigh fall past your lips as you gently set the weapon down and sat up straight, your back slightly popping in the process from the long time you sat curled over working on the peice of machinery, leaning back in your chair with a soft sigh, a sudden feeling of being watched hit you like a brick,

as you squint your eyes your hands made their way to take off the headphones when a sudden hand on your shoulder made your eyes widen and blood go cold, letting out a sound of surprise you quickly turned around and the hand that was on your shoulder a second ago gently let go as you took the headphones off and swung around in the chair to face whoever was behind you, though you had a feeling you knew exactly who that person was.

your eyebrows furrowed in slight frustration as the green armor came into view and looked up to meet the blue visor, "Hey! I told you not to..." your voice slightly trailed off before, as you saw the look in his eyes, softly you spoke up again the annoyance that was on your face a second ago was now gone and replaced with concern for the man, "Flynn?.." you whispered his name softly.

Looking up at the man, behind the transparent blue screen of his helmet, his eyes were heavy and his body shook with every breath he let out as he stood there silently, his eyes locked to the floor as his fist clench as if that was the only thing holding him back from breaking down, frowning you stay seated as a heavy silence fills the air.

You swallowed as you go to speak again, "are.. are you oka-" but before you could ask, his knees gave out beneath him, a loud bang coming from his weight that echoes through the entire fortress, hell you could've sworn the whole base shook when he did that, he came to kneel on the floor in front of you, his head hung low and eyes stayed casted down to the floor, going quiet you stared down at the behemoth of a man that had been known to tear through hell, an unbreakable sign of strength now reduced to what looked like a man that was just.. broken and tierd, his breathing gradually became more uneasy as his hands shook.

Quietly you moved forward the wheels of the chair rolled softly as your hands hesitantly moved up to the edge of his helmet, your fingers gently hooked under the equipment and you waited for him to pull back or give you any indication that he didn't want his helmet taken off, but he just sat there, the same heavy uneven breathing coming from him as he stayed still and silent.

Delicately you romoved the piece of equipment, a soft hiss left the metal as it came off and you lean back, placing it gently behind you on the desk before turning back to look at him, he never looked up as he shook violently, you wanted to speak, ask him what was wrong, but after knowing the man for half a year words were few and far between, maybe a small conversation here and there but most times it was a comfortable silence between you two, and really by his actions it wasn't hard to tell when the man was mentally spent and was at the end of his rope, though rare the man was still human after all.

with a soft sigh you hesitantly raised your hand to his short messy dark brown hair and started to gently run your fingers through the surprisingly soft strands, you could feel him still slightly, his breathing pauses as he felt your hand meet his head, he swllowed and his hands clenched tighter before slowly relaxing and his eyes closed as his body leaned slightly forward.

His head came to rest in your lap, arms coming around to wrap around your waist, his natural wight plus the armor that added more to him kept you seated on the desk chair as he slowly but surly calmed his breathing. leaning back you softly frown as you held him, the man who didn't have a choice but to save the world from the demons of hell, the man that humans and demons feared, the man that was broken time and time again but yet still fought for the innocent without even a thank you or a second thought.

you close your eyes for a moment, a soft sigh leaving your lips before looking out the giant windows of the fortress, the shining stars litterd the outside as the blue orb that you would hope to one day call your home again spun gently below the base, your gaze falls back down to Flynn who was slowly relaxing in your touch as you softly scratched his scalp, the scars on his face speak more than words could ever, the poor man had been through hell and back (literally) just so that humanity could live to see another day.

And for hours you and the Slayer sat in silence as he kept his head in your lap while you gently played with his hair as the time slowly passed by, the heavey atmosphere turned to one of calmness and for once the Slayer of the demons relaxed in your hold, because god knows the poor man needed a break sometimes.

though the both of you will defnitely will need a shower later, the smell of demon guts isn't the best type of cologne

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i have no idea if i'll ever write again after this lol, any way back to drawing✌️