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The Walking Dead: Seasons 1-3

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Overall thoughts:

I'd choose Daryl to be by my side in an apocalypse any day. Michone too. Glenn as well.

Who is the sweet angel baby boy??

GLENN IS SWEET ANGEL BABY BOY

“Who are you? (…) Rick Grimes? You got something you want to tell me? (…) Let me process this. You saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there!?"

Arms

"I dropped the key." "Couldn't pick it up?"

"WELL👹YOUR👹HEAD👹AIN'T!👹" 👹👹👹👹

Daryl hiding under a dead body is feral and iconic

"Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep2) - he sounds like Sheldon Cooper when he says that

Walker: * groaning* Daryl: shut up *shoots it* ICON

"Except my ass itched something awful." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep 3)

Shane killing Otis is fucking insane

Not Maggie, just straight up being like, "I'll have sex with you" to Glenn.. I get it hun I get it

"Some men do not earn the love of their sons." ouch

Daryl getting Carol a rose and knowing what kind of flower it is. Bringing it back safely and putting it in a 'vase'. And people say he's heartless. "I believe this one bloomed for you little girl." 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Daryl getting impaled on his own arrow fuck

Daryl covers himself up like a Victorian lady when Carol brings him food and not knowing how to respond when she kisses his forehead 🤣

"I can't profess to understand God's plan. Christ promised the resurrection of the dead. I just thought he had something a little different in mind."

fuck Shane

Shane being a dick and opening the barn and Glenn asking Maggie for permission to kill the walkers cause he knows they were family

Lori is really fucking annoying

Daryl finding out that some people touched little girls - terrifying

thank GOD Shane is dead

Can they not control Carl for even one second the fuck

Who the fuck keeps zombies on a leash like dogs?????

Arms

Daryl and Carol being cute lil besties

"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

CARL HAVING TO KILL LORI OH MY GOD

Andrea sucks.. pls die

"Nope. No way. Not her. We ain't losing nobody else. I'm going for a run." (s3, ep4) Darylllll yes

"Kid just lost his mum. His dad ain't doing so hot." (s3, ep4)Love you Daryl baby

Daryl my beloved

Arms

T-dogs death was unnecessary bro

adore Michonne

Michonne just leave Andrea in the dust please im begging you

"Little ass kicker, that's a good name, right? Little ass kicker."

Daryl with a baby lord help me

A Zombie.. hunger games ?? Boxing match ???

AYO DARYL TAKING A FLOWER TO CAROLS GRAVE CAUSE HE THINKS SHES DEAD

A phone ringing?

"GO BACK" MICHONNE MY LOVE

Michonne please kill Merle

DARYL'S MUM !??!?!?!?!

Daryls so gentle with Carol

Michonne getting the food to the prison - She's so lovely

"Don't you worry about your old man. Imma keep my eye on him." Daryl bby dont ever change

Maggie gets to kill the governor. She has to.

Stabbing the Gov in the eye. Queen.

"The smell, it's loud." Pardon ?!?

Daryl leaves them for Merle ?!?!?! Yuck!

Rick seeing the ghost of Lori is fucken wild

Can the Governor die now please

At this point, if it's not about Daryl and the team, I don't wanna know about them - just give me my found family

Mama stilinski what are you doing here?

Daryl please come home

s3, ep 10 - this is where I started to actively take note

“You quite a lady.” Yes she is, but not for you.

Daryl knowing that it’s a baby crying and not wild animals - immediately going to check it out. Of course Merle is acting like a dick.

ARMS

CLOSING THE WALKERS HEAD IN THE CAR’S BOOT HOLY SHIT

Daryl putting the crossbow on Merle when he’s stealing from the family with the baby

“They didn’t owe us nothing.” You did save their lives bby

“THERE👹WAS👹A👹BABY!”

“Man I went back for you. You weren’t there. I didn’t cut off your hand neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it.” Finally someone says it. Finally Daryl sees it.

DARYL’S BACK

HOLY SHIT

OH MY GOD

SDKFNHRUE

“I didn’t know he was-“ “Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That’s why you left first.” JNFJHEFUSIOJWEL IMMA KILL

“Back where I belong.” Yes sir, I know that’s right.

“Damn near killed the Chinese kid.” “He’s Korean.” WE LOVE TO SEE GROWTH

“You know, I may be the one walking away, but you’re the one that’s leaving. Again.” I am not ok. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this.

“This rage is going to get you killed.”

THE GOV SHOWING UP AND KILLING AXEL

DARYL NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO SHOW UP

WHO

THE

FUCK

THAT

WHY ARE THEY DELIVERING WALKERS

GLENN

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

OH NOW YOU SHOW UP

BUT LATE GLENN

Oh shit Rick

DARYL YES

Ew Merle

S3, ep 11

Carl telling Rick he should stop being the leader was not on my bingo card

The Gov wanting children 13+ to fight in his war

Gov lying to Andrea - unsurprising

“You go to that prison, you stay there.” Or the both of you can just.. disappear..

I’m with Glenn on this one. Remove Merle.

Merle can read????

“When the governor returns, he’ll kill me first-“ GOOD I’LL PAY HIM TO DO IT

“This is our home.” “This is a tomb.” Well damn Daryl, why’d you come back then???

“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down.” STOP HURTING ME WITH DARYL’S STORYLINE

HIS LIL LAUGH WITH CAROL

Andrea fuck off

Milton two-timing Andrea is iconic - sucks that it’s for that piece of shit tho

Andrea doing Michonne’s pet walker thing

Tyrese and his gang witnessing it

Merle approaching Michonne

Tyrese is too pure for Angela and the Gov

Rick setting Andrea straight

“Next time you see Phillip, you tell him I’m gonna take his other eye.” As you should

“Go to hell, Michonne.” Have you seen the world you live in?

“He sent Merle to kill me.”

“You chose a warm bed over a friend.” Preach

Tyrese run

“Shane loved Rick.” “Shane loved Lori.” No he was obsessed and stalkerish with Lori.

Carol asking Andrea to sleep with Gov and then kill him is wild but like.. pls do.

Rick giving Andrea a car, knife and gun - he better than me, I’d leave her for dead

HOW IS CARL READY

HE IS A CHILD

Ugh Andrea you bitch just kill him

S3, ep 12

Driving past a hitchhiker - I get it, but fuck man that would suck

The car getting stuck in the mud is instant karma but I hate it

Carl boy it is not her fault the car got stuck

THEY LEAVE HIM BEHIND AGAIN

‘No guilt, you know that’ what

‘Turn around and live’ ??

Carl shooting the shooter in the town was unexpected

Morgan’s story… fuck man

Walkers just chilling in the cafe thingy that Carl wants to go in

“I think she might be one of us.” Hell yes she is Carl

Love the lack of judgement from Michonne

Walkers got the hitchhiker

S3, ep 13

Where in the hell are they?

I love the angel wings on Daryl’s jacket - they’re such a juxtaposition to his personality and the stereotype of leather jackets and their wearers

WHY IS THE GOVERNOR THERE ?!?!?

Daryl shoot him

Please

Just get it over with

Gods Andrea just fuck off

“Great. He bought his butler.” Daryl I love you

“You better watch your mouth, sunshine.” Marry me

Merle shut the fuck up

Andrea shut the fuck up

Bringing up Judith’s parentage is a low blow fuck

“… for failing to see the devil beside you.” “Oh I see him alright.” Damn ok Rick

Daryl’s “after you” and then killing more than the other guy

Guys why are you fucking when there’s imminent danger ?!?!?!

Rick don’t you dare

Ok like, thank you for not giving Michonne over, but also.. fuck

RICK

DON’T YOU DARE

S3, ep 14

I swear to god Rick Grimes if you give Michonne over to that pice of shit

Michonne knew the pet walkers

“They deserved what they got. They weren’t human to begin with.” Oh ok. So not people we liked.

What the fuck is the Governor doing

Milton finally growing some fucking balls and telling someone about the Gov’s plan to kill them all anyway

THE WHISTLE EW

Do it Andrea do it shoot him go on do it do it kill him

The Gov does NOT get to kill Andrea

Tyrese RUN

Ok the Gov is actually fucking insane

Like I knew that

But fuck

Like dude

Chill out

You’re waisting petrol on the chick you slept with

THE WHISTLE AGAIN

WHO SET FIRE TO THE WALKERS?!?!! TYRESE ?!?!?

HOLY CRAP

HE TOOK HER

TO THE TORTURE CHAMBER

S3, ep 15

RICK GRIMES

DON’T YOU DARE

DARYL DIXON

DON’T YOU DARE

DON’T BRING MERLE INTO IT

“I’m a damn mystery to me.” Not to me buddy. You’re an abused turned abuser.

“I’m here for my brother.” I actually hate you.

“He say he was sorry yet?” I love that you actually think he has it in him to apologise bby.

“Cause he is.” don’t even boy

“Imma make him. There’s gotta be a way.” Daryl bby, ily but he beat the shit out of him. That’s not going away any time soon.

“I care more about her than I care about me.” Glenn sweetie, you’re in an apocalypse

Lmao Daryl’s face at the mention of crystal meth. Good boy.

“Do you even possess a pair of balls, little brother?” Man go fuck yourself Merle. Daryl’s more man than you’ll ever be.

“I just want my brother back.” Daryl bby, he’s not worth it.

THANK GOD RICK

MERLE GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER

His voice actually causes a physical form of hatred to course through my body

MERLE NO

FUCK

RICK HELP HER

DARYL STOP YOUR BROTHER

FUCKEN HELL

DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY BABY

“I wanna marry Maggie.” I get it my guy I do. Me too.

Please let Merle die

Why does he never die

Merle letting her go???

DARYL JUST LET YOUR BROTHER GO

Merle what the fuck

Did Merle just lead the walkers to the governor ?!?!?!

MERLE WHAT THE FUCK

Is the governor going to be the one to kill Merle????

HE JUST BIT OFF HIS FINGERS

THE FUCK

HOLY CRAP

He shot him

Governor shot Merle

Holy shit

GLENN PROPOSES

SKANF;JKADNF;IDSF

YES

HOLY

CRAP

SHIT

FUCKBALLS

YES

Rick finally talking sense

Oh god Daryl please be careful

PLEASE

NOT DARYL CRYING

PLEASE

I CAN’T HANDLE THAT

FUCK

THIS IS WORSE

HE HAS TO KILL HIS BROTHER

FUCK

PLEASE NO

THE WAY HE FOLDS IN ON HIMSELF

SDKFNOSIHFN

OH GOD

NO NO NOJNKJNWDOIFKNP

HIS LITTLE CRY

The rage

The sobbing

His body falling

Fuck no

His heaving breaths

Fuck

Daryl

Jesus Christ Norman why’d you have to act it like that

I know I wanted him dead but I didn’t mean for Daryl to have to kill him fuck

S3, ep 16

MILTON BURNT THE WALKERS

Holy crap the Governor is insane Jesus

“What would your daughter think about what you are?” Oh ok Milton, you want the Torture torture

Governor telling Milton to kill Andrea and Milton trying to kill Governor, so Governor kills Milton, who then turns and kills Andrea.

“Either you kill or you die. Or you die and then you kill.”

Carl’s pissed

RICK AND MICHONNE FLIRTING !?!?!?!?

Tyrese and Sasha my loves

THAT’S A BIG ASS GUN SHIT

They’re gone sucka

Andrea the man is gonna die and then he’s gonna eat you. Stop being a whiney bitch.

WAS SHE RAW DOGGING HER SHOES

THE FUCK

Sneak attack

Carl shooting a surrendering teenager.. shit

He just killed the people he’s supposed to be protecting.. psychopath

Mama Stilinski surviving hell yeah

Carl is brutal

Rick and the others going for Andrea just after Milton bites her

“No one can make it alone now.” “They never could.”

Michonne staying with Andrea as she kills herself to make sure she doesn’t turn

Them bringing the town to the prison to get them away from the Governor

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tahitiwoke · 2 years

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five times kissed bc i didnt send it to you but i suppose its my time to be hurt

ONE | HE WAS A GIANT.

" it's all the in the back swing, slugger, " phil says with a laugh, readjusting roman's grip on the sammy sosa wooden bat - it's pint size, one he had to get at a walmart because the ones he had at home were practically the size of roman himself. the boy pulls his arms back and tries for a practice swing, one-two-three times, and with a fresh determination, adjusts the yankees cap phil had pushed onto his head before they got to the cages.

like this? " yeah, just like that. come on, now, chin up. focus and don't dare look away, 'cause that's what gets you -- taking your eye off the ball. " from the other side of the batting cage, carol whoops and shouts go roman! and shoots phil a wink. he's a good kid they tell each other at night when he's gone to bed. he's a good kid with a good head on his shoulders and he's got a hell of a life stretching out in front of him.

there's a long break before the next ball flies out the ejector and a longer pause between the shunk of the piston, and the crack of roman's bat finding leather. naturally, phil goes wild. " that's what i'm talking about! " they applaud obnoxiously and phil kisses the top of his head, ruffling his hair.

TWO | WICHITA LINEMAN.

things go wrong. it is the nature of the beast, it is what happens to people like them in this job and maria tells him this was always going to be the risk, that if anything were to go wrong, it may as well be now when nobody is in too deep. are you in too deep? i heard he's living with you. but phil knows now what he didn't before: he can't live without roman.

when maria mentions transferring roman into someone else's caseload, he grabs her wrist, keeps his voice low so as not to wake the sleeping boy in the hospital bed that looks so obscenely large next to his tiny frame. if you take him away from me, i'll burn your fucking house to the ground. he's my boy. the pause had been volatile. had been hard to process, for both of them, but when he let go, she had nodded. okay, she had said with an oddly proud look on her face, okay. get some sleep, coulson, you look like shit.

he waits until she's gone before he turns back and kisses roman's forehead, careful not to jostle any of the wires attached to him; when he sinks back into the too-small, shitty uncomfortable plastic chair, he opens a book and starts to read.

THREE | EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME.

she's not coming back, is she? roman stands in the threshold of the bedroom doorway, looking into the dim light cast by the bedside light; phil is awake with a report scattered over the duvet - not a usual move, but the living room still has a lot of boxes from the move, both his things and roman's - so needs must. he looks over at roman, over his glasses. he's always been a precocious kid. he's always been a good kid -- thirteen years old and already half a man.

a sigh pushes out between them, phil rubbing at the frown cutting into his own forehead. " no, slugger. she's not. " there must be some sort of sadness, some heaviness that he has not managed to cover quick enough because roman pads into the room then, in his pyjamas that look a little smaller than they did last week. (they'll go shopping tomorrow. he'll get him new clothes, and they'll have ice cream and he'll say to the waiter my son was wondering if you had the chocolate milkshakes again?) it is careful the way he puts his hand on phil's shoulder, but in a strange moment, he's almost the caretaker -- roman leans over and presses a kiss to phil's forehead. it's okay, dad.

FOUR | COURAGE, MY BOY.

jess watches the young man on the edge of the wellwishers carefully; he's hung far enough back, stood beside a red-head she doesn't recognise, that it shouldn't really draw her attention as much as it does, but the utterly devastated look on his face catches her breath. it's a deep sorrow - the kind she feels herself, in some small way. her brother was not the most forthcoming person. never mentioned friends or girlfriends -- or boyfriends? no, it doesn't seem the grief of a lover. it looks... christ, it looks like the grief of a son.

(that makes her baulk, makes her immediately dismiss the idea. because phil would have told her, surely, and their mother if he had a son. he would have mentioned it.)

somebody presses a folded flag into her mother's hands and says we thank your brother for his dedication to his country -- fucking steve rogers shakes her hand when he says it. she does not know what phil did for a living but it seems overwhelmingly important with the sad, sorrow filled face of captain america staring over at the white stone marker. the boy she'd been watching - twenty-ish maybe, she thinks - steps up to that marker after the priest disappears kisses his fingertips, pressing them lightly against the front, just above the words chiselled into it.

PHILLIP J. COULSON. FRIEND, BROTHER, SON. THE RIGHTEOUS SHALL GO INTO ETERNAL LIFE.

FIVE | ONE SMALL VICTORY.

phil is running a little late -- he doesn't mean to be and he texts roman to say he's on his way as soon as he leaves the office, apologises for the delay and that dinner is his treat. that he cannot wait to meet the mystery girl. he's so eager, in fact, to get into the restaurant that he even tosses the keys to the valet with a cheerful don't scratch it, chief and takes the steps two at a time upstairs to where the hostess had told him they've been seated.

the girl is facing away from him and carol forces a smile when he walks in, but roman stands. roman stands and hugs him and phil kisses his temple, " hey, slugger, sorry i'm late, i had a nightmare at the office -- "

phil turns then, to greet the girl and say hello and has his mouth open to introduce himself but -- he knows the face. he knows the exact shade and shape of the girl in front of him and she looks equally thrown off, looks slightly nauseas when roman says josephine, this is my dad, phil.

#whats good mf #V || MY HEART IS A VALLEY ( SHALLOW & MAN MADE )#MY SON WAS A HARDWORKING MAN.#ROMAN.#illwriteatragedy

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ram-de · 10 months

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[read] heartsong thoughts vomit (pt. 2)

Oh shit. OH SHIT. I KNEW IT... CHRIS AND TANNER :-(

There's a lot of callbacks to how it was with robbie... Elizabeth is the one accepting robbie first wasn't she? Even before ox does. Letting him help with dinner. It was tradition... Man...

I can understand rico's frustration on holding on to his, resentment because FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT.

My son robbie😭

THIS RITUAL IS BASICALLY DOING DRUGS?? LMAOO

I love my tsundere grumpy uncle gordo hsgshsjsh he's so funny sometimes

I need Kelly's courting story being told in depth in a separate book UGHHH I NEED THE SWOON. Then again it's. It's basically happening again so. HSGZHSJSJHS AREBT THEY'RE THE SWEETEST??? ROBBIE IS SO WHIPPEDDDD like he was

AWWWW THIS IS THE ASININE SWEET robbie....

PEAK FIRST DATE SHSGSJSJ I'M GOING FERAL NOBODY TAKES THEM AWAY FROM ME!

Robbie and mark moments sghsgshsh THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD lots of dynamics explored. Afterall Robbie stayed with Mark during the whole 3 years pack... And they were close!! I think! (I don't remember ravensong I was too consumed by T***** hatred)

Have I said the casual touch/forehead kisses is really. Sweet to see. Like. I LOVE WOLVES!! packpackpack

Hsgsjdjdh see what I say about robbie being glass cannon😭 that's so out of the pocket!! Lmao

FIREFLIES SCENE?? They they pulled the classics... I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

the thought of them yelling without clothes is so😭 fucking werewolves... damn this is the most that Kelly have talked. In one breath. Props to you my love Kelly. TIME R WOLF??? He's. He's cute.

I always loved the sleepover scene... Pile of wolves just slep. THEY'RE SO SOFT...

H,,, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING CARTER?😭 HEGFGSHSUDH HE'S INSANE HSGXBXBDINEKXJDJE WATERSPORTS? DD. S? SDHJD

OX IS A MENACEE DHHSJSJS

Chris and tanner you two have my heart and whole they're so funny dhsgdgshsjd #temahumans

Wait that's true Chris why didn't they call a biologist or someone from the scientific field to like... Examine it, cure it and take away their memories after it's gone...

THIS PACK IS A MENACEE OH LORD I LOVE THEM

DAMN RIGHT ROBBIE YOU ARE GOING TO PROVIDE. Robbie. Wolf wolf. Strong wolf. Wolf provide. packpackpack.

Fucking Thomas benett... His letters to Kelly's future... it's overwhelming with love and adoration I teared up a bit... Fuck me man. he did acknowledge of losing sight of what's important. that's good.

BUT ALSO ITS QUITE CURIOUS WHY HE DIDN'T SEND ANY LETTERS TO MARK'S Partner. Hmm? HMM?? YOU'RE ON THIN ICE. EVEN WORSE. HE ACKNOWLEDGED IT BUT. BARELY DID NOTHING TO GORDO AFTER HE RETURNS? HMM?

Of course you are loved robbie aaaaa :(

Abel Bennett told a pregnant lady to leave??? Because??? He didn't want her to bring trouble for his pack??? Yeah idk maybe the bennetts have always been assholes and hypocrites. Abel and Thomas both.

Timber wolf is cute but isn't it kinda messed up that Carter was attached to him when this wolf has always been a wolf😭 their first meeting... We're not threading the line of beast love are we... idk how book 4 is gonna touch on this lmao (well not as messed up as ox meeting joe with the age gap in book 1 but🐺)

If fucking Thomas Bennett is complicit in all the Abel secrecy and whatnot. His hand is not clean from blood😐 so unfair that he could be messing a lot of things up and die not facing the consequences his family had to endure. Not apologizing to gordo, absolved of his sins (since he's in alpha haven or something appearing in Robbie's dreams) like. Fucking hell I hate thomas bennett

I really miss the presence of Joe's character😔 I think by now he's really delegated into barely present side character, "ox's mate" or "the other alpha". Ox is the one who made all the callings. I... Man. Where is my cheerful and teasing son... He's so. I don't know. So... Bland. An imitation of the original flavor joe...

TIMBER WOLF SHSGSJSJ love u

Oh there he is. Finally the author remembered to utilize Joe as an alpha... JOE:( joe's mirroring thomas kneeling before gordo. The difference is Joe apologized to Robbie while fucking Thomas Bennett just want to use gordo, even then that's after threatening him. Fucking Thomas Bennett.

ok... Wow... joe you were really threading the line on being the next Thomas Bennett. Because I sympathize with robbie... Like I did gordo's. Man... :-(

Man carter really fell in love to a freaking wolf... 😭 and by that I mean literal wolf... Werewolf sure but never shifted to human... ERM...

I can't be immersed in the dramatic scenes when I kept imagining the omega kids and Robert livingstone and michelle just standing there like🧍🏻 waiting for ox to end his speech or robbie to stop crying and like...

Wait WAITTT STOPP PULLING THOSE MARVEL POST-CREDIT SCENES STUNTS AGHHHHHHH ITS NOT A MOVIE GRRRRRRR the epilogue should've been about robbie and Kelly

IT ENDED??? AAAAAAAAA😭😭😭 I think this is the best installment of the series so far... Robbie... Kelly... Like even though I don't like the premise (memory loss) I felt like it handled better than I expected. Tackling issues like what makes someone be if not without their minds and memories. Like... Meeting each member pack, some characters went through a lot of developments which I love love love, depth into Elizabeth grief and motherhood, Jessie and Dominique characters, the townies, rico's antics outside of being comedy relief, though other characters felt more bland? Shallow? (eg. Joe until nearing the end). Packs intimacy is being peak... Kelly is the softest of all because his love is pure and enduring...

I mean it when I say this brought a lot of fresh air and angst-wise it's. Heartsong isn't a neverending emotional torture book like ravensong is. It's such a relief after ravensong. Gordo's grumpy old man antics is endearing with Mark being happy after all of that. What else. Handling of villain may be a bit ??? At times it felt like they're only there when plot needed them to be.

And robbie. Robbie... My love he is everything... It sucks that he had to relive being lost, though it also doubles the impact when he got it all back. I teared up. I... I love heartsong sm....

Fuck me. The letters. Fuck you tj klune... Thomas Bennett is a scum, mayhaps unintentionally manipulative, and lost. He is all but perfect. This has been repeated millionth of times. But damn if the letter didn't. Help me see his, human, side. It's raw. It's a letter from a loving father, a loving husband, a loving brother. I, ugh... It just pours love and adoration and hope... Like how I perceived him in Book 1 before, yeah.

...

BROTHERSONG SPOILER I FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE OTHER POST /////!!!!!!! /! ////////////////////////////

I really want to make write a full-on retrospective or something. But... Man... That's. I feel like I need to re-read it properly to capture the justice of how. How beautiful the story is. Irks aside, annoyment aside, resentment aside, I really love the characters. They're the life of the story, they're dynamics, they're lively, they're humans (or wolfs), and they grow. Reading this has been a journey. Like man, I can't believe I saw how little Joe grow from this (previously traumatized) adorable kid into the all-encompassing, loving and caring man. Or Ox, who went from having only his mother by his side, to Gordo's, to the Bennets, to the Alpha that he is? I... UGH... I feel like it deserve another post. I still haven't read lovesong and feralsong...

WAIT I SHOULD BE WRITING THIS FOR THE BROTHERSONG PSOT FUCK

#readingrams #heartsong #I love this book

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blazing-michael · 1 year

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About My Sister's First Birthday Party. or not.

yesterday, my father took me to the house.

it's the house he and my mom started building from scratch when they married. three years ago they divorced. last year the wife of my father's dead brother gave birth to a girl. my father is also her father. my aunt also has two sons.

they all live in two houses. one is that my parents build. another is that my auntie and my dead uncle built.

me and my mom live in a flat that we're struggling to pay mortgage for. i had to stop studying and find a job to have a place to live in.

we arrived at eleven pm. my auntie pecked me in the cheek. my sister was shy and hid in her mom's chest. my brothers hugged me real tight.

before i went to bed, my dad came to my room and told me how unsatisfied he was with the war. i thought, maybe he is starting to see the light. he told me he loved me and opened the window. it's always quite stuffy in their houses because there's a baby, they don't want her to catch a cold.

i fell asleep with an opened window.

i woke up with saliva on my chin. my lips were itchy and i had a sore throat.

my brother made me tea. my auntie was all upset because she was preparing the party and cooked meals on her own and nobody was helping. i took my sister, who stopped because shy, and started to play with her, so my auntie could use her both hands for cooking.

the guests arrived. my father's parents, my auntie's parents, my auntie's brother, who has cerebral palsy, my another auntie with her husband and son (sadly, without her daughter), and my auntie's friends with children.

we ate typical food russians serve at home gatherings: mashed potatoes and fried chicken, typical russian salads. there was homemade wine and moonshine.

my auntie's mom gave golden earrings as a gift for my sister. i whispered to my father, "don't you dare getting her ears pierced. lisensed piercers don't pierce children under 14."

i got tired of people and went to an empty room. i could hear my grandmother screaming nazist things and someone arguing.

two months before she said she wouldn't mind if my father (her eldest son) went to the war and died. my uncle (her youngest son) died in 2020 from heart attack after drinking senseless. all of them are still mourning. my father bought a tombstone that cost like a car. i still pay my student loan debt with money i earn myself.

then my auntie asked me to come and take a photo. i posed the same way i did last year when she took photo of me and my sis in the maternity hospital.

they cut the cake.

my uncle (my another auntie's husband) started asking me stupid mathematical questions, trying to make me angry. i was already upset.

then we gathered outside, and my father lighted fireworks. my sister really liked it, even though it was really loud.

my grandfather was drunk dancing. when i was a toddler, he once laid on the same bed as me. he was also drunk. he molested me. i told no one because i knew no one would believe and he wouldn't even remember - that's how drunk he was. now only my mom knows. i don't go to therapy - one, i can't afford it. two, i'm afraid the doctor would try to convince me that i'm a lesbian because a man molested me.

i wanted to start crying. my auntie asked, if i'm fine, because i looked sad, apparently. i said, "it's just the lighting, i'm not sad."

then i took my things and said goodbye. my auntie packed some meat and chocolate for me. my brother started crying - i don't visit them often. they treat him really bad and constantly hurt him. i don't. he thanked me for the necklace i gave him. i kissed both of my brothers' foreheads. my third brother ignored me.

i sat in a car. i was silent. my father was silent, too.

"dad," i said.

i wanted to say that i'm so, so sad. but when he asked, what was it, i said "nothing".

he gave me money and said, "buy you some strings for the guitar". it was enough money to buy a new guitar.

i said, "i love you".

i wanted to say, "i want to stop loving you because you don't deserve it".

when i came home, my mom asked me how was it. i started sobbing like a child.

because i will never have a big family. i will never celebrate my wedding. i will never invite so many people to celebrate my child's birthdays. i just will not. and i hate myself for wanting it so bad.

"this is how life is," mom said.

my lips are still itchy.

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31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

Requests open

Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry

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so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

#masterlist #holly's august extravaganza #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

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sincerelyasomebody · 4 years

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Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

(GIF: @angels-reyes)

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

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

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter.

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

Word Count: 1755

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

"That's correct."

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

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

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

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

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?"

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me!?"

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

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –"

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

"And you were the person to do so?"

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

"Two for one special?"

"Pretty much."

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

"They still hurt like a bitch."

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

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

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

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

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

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

"Yeah, you are."

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

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

"And I always will."

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

"Letty?"

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

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

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

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?"

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

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

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

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

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Spanish Translations:

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

#leticia cruz #letty cruz #johnny cruz #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz #leticia cruz x reader #letty cruz x reader #johnny cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #coco cruz x reader #x reader #reader insert #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #santo padre #sincerelyasomebody

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psbellbunny-tubelinha · 3 years

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Part 2 - Changes

I was on top of a roof. Something covered the air… I didn't identify what it was exactly. That looked like snowflakes...no! That wasn't snow! They were particles of something…

My hands were dirty… red?…. There was someone lying on the roof… It can't be… ah! Aaahh! Nooo!!! Nooo!

- River! River! Wake up, my little angel!

- Mommy!!!!

I hugged my mother tight. I always had these weird nightmares… but in the last few weeks, this had been happening frequently… I was scared!

- Mommy! You promise you won't leave me alone!

- My love, it was another nightmare! Mom is right here! I'll prepare our breakfast and finish your meal. Can you take a shower alone?

- Yes…I can...

...

Summer was coming to an end, at the same time that everything was starting to take other directions.

We had to move to a lower-rent apartment. It was still close to the abandoned station.

Mom had to look for a new job. With that, I would have to go to a kindergarten. In the residence where she previously worked, there was a very kind old lady who allowed me to go with her. As long as I continued to behave myself, Mrs. Rumiko had no problem with that!

But, due to her health, the old lady had to move to her family's house in another city. So Mom had to look for another way to support us. That was why that person came to visit us…on that afternoon I ran away from home…

My uncle Kino... I don't like him... but... I have to admit he's already saved us from death... and he's always willing to help Mom with whatever she needs.

I don't want to become something like him when I grow up. Maybe I'm the ungrateful one…

In fact, I can't forgive him after he said me another day… again…

- Hey, brat! Where is Rachel?

- Mom is in the bath...

- I'll wait here in the living room… Humpf! You didn't grow up at all, huh! Yet... you remain a real burden to my sister!

One day… I'll show him what “a burden” can do!

I locked myself in my room, waiting for the anger to pass. The afternoon was cloudy, but I didn't care. I jumped out the bedroom window, as I always did whenever this man appeared in our house.

My secret place is the abandoned station. With my height, I can go anywhere. Nobody else goes there... At least I think!

It was thanks to my escape that I found a ray of sunshine in the middle of the storm!

I thought he wasn't real… or that he was an angel! I really want to see him again!

I always wanted to have a friend… I want Even Smith to be that friend…

- River! We've arrived!

When we went up the stairs to speak with the principal, I saw a tall blonde woman with her son who was pulling her along with excitement. In the backpack of the boy with golden hair too there was an embroidery that looked like… ah… wings?

- The wings of lib… - I spoke low to myself.

- So you're River? - Said the young lady bending down and looking on my eyes.

- Huh?

- No need to be afraid, little baby! – he stroked my hair. – Does he already know how to read, Mrs. Araki?

- Eh... a little - my mother said a little awkwardly - My old boss taught some things... he's five years old...

- Hmm… let's see if he adapts to the starting class!

Mom kissed my forehead and said me goodbye. The principal took my hand and led me to the class.

I had been a little nervous after seeing that blond boy with his mother. It would be too coincidental if I met Even right here!

The hours didn't pass… I couldn't concentrate so much on the activities, I was thinking that this boy could be who I expected.

Then... it was my first day at school...

It was a completely new situation! I was, for the first time, among twelve strange children with five and six years old!

I have to make an effort, for Mom! Whatever happens!

...

I was near the gate with one of the teachers, waiting for my mother. It had been a few minutes since the class had ended.

- Teacher! May I go to the toilet?

- Of course my dear! Mari! Can you follow River?

- Yes! Come on, little angel!

The assistant led me to the door, asking if I would need help. Surely she thought I was under five because of my height!

When I walked into the bathroom, I couldn’t imagine my surprise! He was there, coming the other way!

- Even!?

I smiled like I never smiled before. My heartbeat accelerated before those bright blue eyes that looked at me also surprised. I couldn't contain myself from happiness!

- River!!! And you?

- Even! I… I've waited weeks to meet you again!

He smiled euphorically and touched my face.

- River… your black hair was so beautiful… Why did you cut it?

However, suddenly his face changed drastically! Embarrassed, he watched me from top to bottom.

- E-even…?

Tears full of disappointment came from his eyes when he realized his mistake.

- You're… a boy?

- Huh…?

He ran out of the bathroom, leaving me confused and heartbroken...

The person I've waited weeks to meet again... The person I thought could be my best friend for life...

He thought I was a girl, but he can't be my friend anyway?... What's the difference it makes? I just want him to be my friend… Am I not up to it? How could he treat me this way? That will not remain like this!

Anger started to take over my heart! I was hurt! That hurt…to much…

- From today…I start to hate you, Even Smith!

To be continued...

Chapter 2 - my fanfic: "Pure Hearts" - "Corações Inocentes" (on Wattpad only in Portuguese, for a while).

#Levi #levi heichou #levi ackerman #erwin #erwin danchou #erwin smith #Aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #EruRi #sweeteruri

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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The Uchiha In The Leaves (Part Ten)

Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be in a taglist for this feel free to let me know! Happy to do it for anyone!

(Kakashi x Reader)

Summary: What happens when Y/N finally returns to the Village Hidden in the Leaves? Her life is flipped upside down when not only does she find the man that’s awaited her return, but she finds someone she thought she’d never see again.

Part One, Part Two: *NSFW Ahead!*, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight: *NSFWish Ahead!*, Part Nine

Part Ten

Word Count: 3,134

*Kakashi's P.O.V*

In between training the kids about chakra we had to help Tazuna with protecting his bridge. The next morning I sent Sakura with Tazuna along with Y/n, since Sakura was the most advanced in this already. I knew the two of them would be fine without me so I stayed behind to make sure the boy were focusing on their training.

As sundown broke the boys were still at it. They would soon become exhausted, but knowing the two of them, as long as one of them pushed on the other would push on, wanting to best each other. I knew the boys were probably at each other's throats, but I needed to get some rest, so I headed back to the hut, telling them to come back when they had had enough.

When Y/n and Sakura walked through with Tazuna I was relieved to say the least. I wrapped Y/n into my arms and kissed her forehead. "How was your day?"

"Quiet. He had one of his builders quit, but nothing other than that." She looked up at me and pushed her lips toward me. I leaned down and kissed her. "How was yours?"

"Uneventful. The boys are slowly making progress with the tree, but they're too worried about surpassing the other to focus enough."

Y/n sighed. I figured as much. I know how competitive my brother can be."

Sasuke and Naruto came through the door a couple minutes later and we all sat down at the table to enjoy a meal prepared by Tazuna's daughter, Tsunami. I've never seen the boys scarf down food so fast. Tazuna seemed happy to have company. "This is fantastic, it's been a long time since we've had this many guest around our table."

Both boys stood up and held their bowls in the air, glaring at the other as they spoke together. "I want some more!" After they yelled both of them turned sideways and threw up all over the floor.

Y/n glared at Sasuke and Sakura started to yell. "Don't eat so much if you're just going to puke it back up!"

Sasuke ignored his sister's glares and spoke again. "I have to eat."

Naruto talked through gritted teeth. "And I have to eat more than him. It's the only possible way to beat him."

I crossed my arms and looked at the both of them. "That's true. But puking wont help you."

Y/nn stood up from her seat, walked over to Sasuke, and slapped him in the back of the head. "Learn some manners Sasuke Uchiha." Naruto burst out laughing and she walked to him, doing the same. "Don't think I didn't mean you too, Naruto Uzumaki."

Sakura wandered around the kitchen, looking at pictures. "Excuse me?" She turned around. "This picture is torn, is there some reason for that?"

We all turned to look at what she was talking about. There was a lone picture hanging on the wall behind us. The picture showed Tazuna, Tsunami Inari, and another person had been ripped out of it. Tsunami spoke up before anyone could say anything else. "It's my husband."

Tazuna's whole attitude changed. "They used to call him a hero in this land."

Inari stood up from the table and started to walk out, clearly worrying Tsunami. "Inari, where are you going?" Instead of answering Inari shut the front door behind him. Tsunami started for the door. "Father, you can't talk about him like that in front of Inari! You know that!" I had not seen Tsunami like this since we had shown up here. She slammed the door behind her.

"How come Inari is so..." Sakura paused. "What happened to him?"

I piped in. "Is there a story to this?"

Tazuna began. "He wasn't his real father, he came into our lives later. He brought so much happiness, he and Inari were so close. In those days, Inari used to laugh all the time. But then..." Tazuna was having a hard time getting his words out and we began to see tears hitting the table. "All that ended. He never laughs or smiles anymore. Ever since the day everything changed."

"The word courage was stolen from this island. We were left feeling powerless, hopeless, and Inari suffered the most. Ever since that day, ever since it happened."

"Tell us..." I was generally curious now. "What happened to Inari?"

"First, you need to know about the man, his father. The man who taught us the word courage, who was a hero in this land." Tazuna took off his glasses and wiped the tears from his eyes. "He came here about three years ago. Inari's dog, Pooch, was thrown into the lake by some bullies. Inari was not able to swim and when they told him they weren't going to save the dog Inari stood at the edge of the bridge, contemplating what to do. Suddenly, one of them pushed Inari into the water and at that exact moment Pooch figured out how to dog paddle. Pooch had run to find help and the boys on the bridge chased after him, trying to stop him."

"When the boys ran off a man pulled Inari out of the water, cared for him, and fed him. His name was Kaiza. He was a simple fisherman who had come here from another land to follow his dreams. After that Inari and Kaiza were inseparable. The boy never met his real father so you could imagine what it meant to him to have Kaiza in his life. He looked up to him, followed in his footsteps, like a real father and son. Kaiza spent more and more time with us until, naturally, he just became a part of our family. And then when this town needed him he became something more."

"One night, when the flood gates had opened and our lower district was about to be flooded, the townspeople came to Kaiza to ask for help. Kaiza jumped into action. Someone had to jump into the water and tie a rope to the gate so the townspeople could pull it shut. Naturally, when no one wanted to step up, Kaiza did. Kaiza made it to the gate and tied the rope to the gate so the townspeople could begin to pull it shut. From that time on Kaiza was considered a hero to this village. He taught us all the meaning of courage and Inari was so proud to be his son, but it wasn't long after that Gato showed up and took over. He terrorized the whole village. Only Kaiza stood up to him. Gato couldn't have a local hero getting in his way. It took his whole gang to stop one man."

" Gato strung Kaiza up on a pole in front of the whole town, including Inari. Gato told everyone that he had defied the Gato Corporation and sentenced him to execution for his punishment. He wanted him to be an example so nobody stood in his way again. Inari watched as they executed Kaiza. Inari was crushed that Kaiza was not there to protect us anymore. Since then Inari has changed, so has Tsunami and all of our people. We lost our will."

When I looked over at Y/n she had tears rolling down her cheeks. She had always been a sucker for stories like this. Naruto stood up from the table to walk away and instantly fell to his face. "You need to relax and take some time off Naruto. You've used up too much chakra. If you push any harder it could kill you."

Naruto was focused. "I'm gonna prove it."

We all looked at him confused. Sakura was annoyed with him again. "Prove what?"

"I'll prove that it's true." Naruto slowly stood back up. "That in this world, there are real heroes."

Naruto ran off and we all knew exactly where he was going... back to the tree.

We sat around the table for tea that next morning. Naruto still hadn't returned from his training last night. I wouldn't let anyone see it or know, but I was starting to worry about him. Tazuna said something about it first. "Naruto didn't come back again last night?"

Sakura was worried too, but didn't want to sound it. "He's gone completely nuts, he's out there climbing trees in the dark. He could be dead right now, you know, from using up too much of his chakra."

Tsunami was disappointed in Y/n and I, you could tell by her voice. "Well I certainly hope he's alright, a kid out in the woods alone all night."

I spoke up, defending Y/n and myself. "There's nothing to worry about. Naruto's a goofy kid, but he's a full fledged ninja. He can handle himself."

I never thought I would hear Sasuke say the next words, even Y/n was in shock. "Sakura's right, Naruto's such a loser he's probably laying out there dead somewhere." Sasuke stood up from the table and walked toward the door.

Sakura watched him. "Sasuke?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"But we just started eating." Sakura looked down to see Sasuke's empty plate and stopped talking.

I looked over at Y/n who seemed worried. I nodded toward the door. "Go."

Y/n stood up and started walking. "Sasuke, wait." And with that she shut the door behind her.

As an hour went by I began to get nervous. None of them had returned so I grabbed Sakura and we took off for the woods. I found Y/n and Sasuke with Naruto in the clearing we had used the trees from. Sakura and I just barely dodged a kunai that landed in front of us and when we looked up we saw Naruto laying on a branch at the top of his tree.

Sakura was amazed. "Woah, Naruto can climb that high using his chakra?"

Naruto was proud of himself. "What do you think? Is this high enough for you guys? I mean, it's a long way down. Huh?"

Suddenly we saw Naruto start to slip as he stood up. My eyes grew wide and I looked over at Y/n. "Uh-oh" He began to scream, which caused Sakura to scream, and Y/nn began jumping through the trees, ready to dash across and grab him, landing on another branch.

Before Y/n could do her final jump and grab him Naruto balanced himself with his chakra and he looked at all of us with a smile. "Just kidding, you guys really fell for it." He began to laugh.

Sakura yelled at him. "We were worried about you Naruto."

I had a weird feeling. "Why do I think this is going to end badly?"

Naruto's feet finally came loose from the tree and this time he was really falling. Sakura was even angrier now. My eyes have never grown so wide in my life and she hollered. "You just had to push it, didn't you show off."

I hollered to get Y/n's attention, who was currently watching Sasuke. "Y/n, help Naruto!"

Naruto began to scream and both the Uchiha sibling went into action. Sasuke scaled the tree and just as Y/n got down to Naruto's level Sasuke climbed under a branch and grabbed onto Naruto's ankle, hanging there with him. Sasuke smirked at him. "You really are a loser Naruto.

Sakura yelled from the ground and I saw Y/n smiling at her brother. "Alright Sasuke, you're the best."

Y/n jumped down and landed next to me. I looked over at her and smiled. "If we're still sane by the time we're done their training, it'll be a miracle."

"You've got that right." She laughed.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me, kissing the side of her head and laughing with her.

All but Sasuke and Naruto were sitting at the table, ready for dinner. Sakura was clearly worried about them, Y/n and I not so much, "Now they're both late. I wouldn't have expected that from Sasuke."

Y/n was annoyed. "Me either."

Sasuke and Naruto came through the door a second later. Sasuke had Naruto's arm wrapped around his shoulder. Tazuna taunted them a little. "What have you been up to? You look like something that cat dragged in."

Naruto looked up. "We both made it. We climbed all the way to the top."

I looked over and smiled. "Good, now we move on, starting tomorrow you're both body guards for Tazuna."

They both smiled. Naruto threw his arm up and yelled. "Alright!" When his arm went up they lost their balance and both fell onto the ground.

Sasuke was clearly angry now. "You're such a loser!" We all chuckled and settled in for dinner.

Tazuna looked around the table. "In a few more days the bridge will be finished and I'll have you to thank for that."

Tsunami was very motherly to everyone. "You've all done great, but you've still got to be careful."

"I've been meaning to ask you this, but I haven't had the chance until now. Why did you stay and protect me, even after you found out I lied to bring you here?"

I looked at him and put my hands together. "Those who stray from the path of justice have no courage, but under the wing of a strong leader, cowardice can not survive."

Tsunami looked confused. "Huh?"

"That was a quote from the first Hokage."

Naruto was asleep at the table, Inari was watching him. Tears started to fall from Inari and we all looked over at him. "But why"

Naruto woke up when he spoke and looked at him. "What'd you say?"

Inari slammed his hands on the table. "All this stupid training it just a waste of time. Gato's got a whole army. They'll beat you down and they'll destroy you. These cool things you all say, they don't mean anything. No matter what you do, the strong always win and and weak always lose."

Naruto laid his head back down. "Just speak for yourself. It won't be like that for me, you got that?"

"Why don't you just be quiet!? Looking at you makes me sick. You don't know anything about this country, you're just butting in. Always laughing and playing around, you don't know what it's like to suffer and be treated like dirt!"

I knew that was going to strike a nerve with Naruto. Naruto slowly lifted his head up. "Listen to yourself, whining and complaining like some sort of little victim." Inari's face turned to shock. "You can whimper all day for all I care. You're nothing but a coward."

Sakura was mad now. "Naruto, you went too far!' Naruto stood up and walked away and her face changed from anger to guilt. "Naruto?"

Inari stood up from the table and went outside. I looked between Tazuna and Tsunami and then to Y/n. Y/n looked upset. "Let's go and talk to Inari." She looked toward Tazuna. "As long as you don't mind anyway."

Tazuna shook his head. "Be my guest."

Y/n and I stood up and walked toward the door. She looked back at Sasuke and Sakura before we left the room. "We'll be right back.

When we reached where Inari was sitting on the deck I slowly approached. "Can we talk to you?"

Inari looked behind him and nodded. I sat on one side of him and Y/n sat on the other. Y/n spoke first. "I'm sorry about Naruto." She smiled at him. Inari just stared.

I tried next. "Naruto can be a little harsh sometimes, but he doesn't hate you."

"Your grandfather told us what happened… to your father."

I wanted to try to make him realize that him and Naruto weren't much different from each other. "You probably don't know this, but Naruto grew up too, without knowing his father. In fact, he never knew either of his parents, and he never had a single friend in our village." Inari looked up at me. "Still, I've never seen him cry, sulk, or give up. He's always eager to jump in. He wants to be respected. That's his dream."

Y/n took over. "He'll put his life on the line for that in a heartbeat. My guess is, he just got tired of crying and decided to do something about it. Even though he's young and still learning he knows what it means to be strong, like your father did."

Y/n looked over at me. She had tears welling up in her eyes so I started to talk, wanting her to calm down. "I think he knows better than any of us, what you're going through. What Naruto told you earlier, as cruel as it sounded, he's probably told himself that a thousand times."

Y/nn started again. "And not only that, but Sasuke and I, if you didn't already know, we're brother and sister. When Sasuke was 7 years old, his older brother and my younger brother, Itachi, who was only 13 at the time, massacred our family. I had barely trained to be a ninja at the age of 18 and I had barely any skills. Itachi was part of the ANBU Black Ops, so he had special training. I couldn't stop him, I had all I could just to protect Sasuke from him. I watched as Itachi killed my parents and he would have killed me too, if Sasuke hadn't walked into the room, distracting him. Sasuke grew up with no parents and without me. I had gone to hunt my brother down and had lost Sasuke in the process. It's just this last month that I found him, after five years, so Sasuke can sort of relate to you too."

"You can always talk to us, we're more than happy to listen Inari. You'd be surprised what has happened to some ninja." I stood up and helped Y/n up. "We're gonna head to bed, but our door will be open if you need us."

I took Y/n's hand and we walked back toward the door. Y/n turned around once to look behind us, sighing as she turned back around.

When the two of us climbed into bed we fell asleep faster than we ever had.

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piers-wifey · 5 years

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Lear x reader (Babys first word)

You were in the kitchen, sitting on a chair and writing a shopping list, when Lear came in. Holding your child in his arms.

"What are you doing, y/n?" he asked you curious.

"Writing a shopping list. We're out of baby food and nappies again." you mumbled. The silver haired prince just nodded and eyed his child lovingly. When you looked up and saw the gentle smile on his handsome face, you just couldn't resist the urge to smile as well.

"You know, you really should do that more often. It looks nice on you." you said. When Lear heard that, his cheeks turned red. "Oh uh t-tjanks I guess?" he stuttered. You just giggled and got up from your chair. "You're welcome." you said sweetly and gave him a loving kiss, which he returned immediately. Both of you then looked deep into each others eyes. But the moment only lasted for a few seconds, before the happy giggling of your child, eyeing both his/her parents curiously, attracted your attention.

"Seems like someone wants all the attention to himself/herself." Lear chuckled and lookedat you in amusement. You nodded and gave your child a tender kiss on the forehead. This time your baby made a very joyful squeak, which made you both laugh wholeheartedly. When you heard the silver haired prince making that noise, your heart just melted. You knew that it was very rare for the young male to laugh like that. Hearing him laughing at his babys squeaks and giggles like that, made you smile even wider. You could tell, that he had changed a lot, since your son/daughter was born. He's much more caring now and, even though he denies it every time you mention it, has become a lot softer. Especially when he's around his precious kid. He really has a soft spot for his son/daughter. You often caught him playing peek-a-boo or got your nose with him/her. Of course Lear thinks that nobody sees him doing this, and it's true. Nobody ever did. Neither Rachel nor Sawyer had seen their Master being a little goof around his kid. Nobody knew he could be like that, except for you of course. But you would never tell him that you know about it, since you know, he would literally die of embarrassment if you did.

"I love you so much y/n. You and our precious little prince/princess." Lear said and rested his chin on youe head, holding you close, while you snuggled up to him. "I love you too, Lear."

~Little Timeskip~

"I'll be back soon and don't make any trouble, okay?" you said jokingly and gave both, Lear and your son/daughter a goodbye kiss, before you left. The silverhead blushed a bit when you said that. He knew exactly what you meant by that. And it was still very embarrassing for him

Being covered in baby powder and having milk spilled all over his expensive clothes and the couch, isn't exactly what you would expect to see, when you come home after being out with your friends for a few hours, right? You could never forget Lears sheepish smile and the embarrassed look on his face, when you stood in the entrance of the living room, watching him trying to clean up the mess he had made. Of course you wondered, how this could've happened, especially after being away for only three hours. But to you, it was a hilarious sight. And as soon as you entered the room, you grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. You would later write on the backside of one of them "A day with papa"

You had promised Lear not to show those pictures to anyone, but there was no chance you would deny your friends to see this cute and funny moment. You even showed them to Rachel and Sawyer. Everyone of them, could hardly hold back a laugh. It was just too funny seeing the crown prince and future king kneeling on the floor, covered in milk and baby powder, trying to clean up everything, while his son/daughter sat on the couch, clapping and laughing. After you took a few more pictures, you helped him. But since that day, you would always look at Lear say, that you're the mother of two children.

"This time, it'll be different!" Lear says to himself and heads to the living room. He had almost reached it, when suddenly Rachel and Sawyer appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, there you are, young Master. We've been looking for you." the dark skinner man said. The silverhead rose an eyebrow and looked questioningly at his two servants. "What is it?" he asked. Rachel took a step forward and bowed her head slightly. "It's about Team Break. We heard they're making trouble again. This time, they attacked the Champions and tried to steal their Pokémon."

The young prince narrowed his eyebrows and let out a irritated sigh. "This damn Team Break is really starting to get on my nerves!" he growled angrily, but stopped immediately, when he sensed the uneasiness of his child. He gently rocked it back and forth, trying to calm him/her, before he looked back at his two servants. "As you can see, I have to take care of the kid now. And as long as y/n isn't back, I can't go anywhere."

Both, Sawyer and Rachel understood what their boss meant with that. "Understood." The dark skinned male said, before he and the purple haired female gave a slight bow of the head and left. When both of them were gone, Lear let out a quiet sigh of relief. He knew that he wasn't completely honest with them. Of course he could've given the child into the care of another servant, but the thing is, he just don't want another person to take care of his child. Lear was absolutely sure, that both, Rachel and Sawyer were fully aware about his little lie. But on the other hand, why should he care? He's not only their boss, but also the future king. So they had to follow his orders, no matter what. And besides, he was absolutely sure, that this brat Scottie/Bettie, would've taken care of Team Break, long before he even had the chance to grab his Pokéball. So why should he even bother to go? Right now, he has better things to do, than chasing some idiots in ridiculous masks, around the island.

When Lear heard his childs babbling, he looked down. As soon as his purple eyes met his sons/daughters blue ones, he couldn't hold back another gentle smile. "Your eyes are just as beautiful as your mothers." he said softly and nuzzled him/her. And as if the child had understood its fathers words, he/she started to giggle and tried to 'say' something in baby language. Hearing the happy babbling of his baby, gave Lear an idea. He quickly went to the living room. When he entered said room, he headed to the couch and sat down. His kid soon stopped its babbling and looked at the silverhead witj big, curious eyes. After a last, bery careful look at the entrance to the room, Lear started to speak. "Let's surprise mommy, okay?"

The baby tilted its head slightly, not knowing what the words, his/her father said, meant.

"Well, since your trying to speak, let's teach you your first word."

The child started to laugh. His/her eyes full of delight.

"Okay, now listen very carefully. Say Papa."

Again, the child just giggled and babbled something, Lear couldn't understand. "Hey hey, try to focus little one. You're a prince/princess."

But since the baby didn't knew what a prince/princess was, he/she just kept laughing and squeaking.

"No no, say Papa." Lear said, even though he was more laughing than speaking.

~Small Timeskip~

The young prince had no idea, how long he was sitting here, trying to teach the baby to say Papa. A brief look at the clock then told him, that it must've been at least two hours. Lear raised his eyebrows. It really surprised him, that he had the patience to sit here for two hours, trying to teach his kid his/her first word. Every person, Lear included, was aware of the young prince's lack of patience. Especially when he had to repeat himself more than two times. But around his son/daughter, he was completely different. Gentle, soft spoken, patient, even a little goofy and most importantly, loving and caring.

"Come on, say Papa. I know you can do it!" the young, silver haired man said encouraging.

"Da..." The little boy/girl tried to imitate the sound his/her father had made.

"Yes almost. Do it again, say Papa."

The child tilted its head again. "Da...Da..." There was a short pause, before the baby tried it again. Lear just smiled. "You're doing great! Come on, one more try. Pa-pa."

Lear could see, that his kid wanted to say it again, but he /she was interrupted by a huge yawn.

"Huh, seems like someone's tired." he said, sounding a bit disappointed. The baby yawned again.

"Okay little prince/princess, time for your nap." he said gently and picked him/her up. As soon as Lear held his child in his arms, he/she buried his/her face into his chest. When the young prince entered the childs room, he turned on the nightlight and headed to the crib. Before he put his child into it, he gave him/her a very tender kiss on the forehead.

"I love you so much, my sweet little prince/princess. I know that I'm not the best father, but I'm really trying my best. And I promise you that I, as long as I'm here, will do everything, to protect you from any harm!" he promised and gave his child another loving kiss. After he had put his son/daughter carefully into the crib, he gently touched the sleeping babys cheek. This made the little one smile.

"Dream well, my precious little boy/girl." he whispered, before he turned to the entrance. The silverhead had almost reached the door, when heard something. It was his childs sleepy voice. Lear had to listen very carefully to hear it, but when he realized what his son/daughter had said, he could feel a wave full of pride and joy rushing through his body. A big smile appeared on his face.

~And another Timeskip~

"Lear, I'm back." you called. The silverhead, who was in the kitchen, came out to greet you with a sweet kiss.

"Hello love." he then said. You noticed that big, shit eating smile on his face immediately. Wondering what could possibly made him grin like that you asked: "What happened? Why are you smiling like that?"

But the only answer you received was another kiss. Confused by that, you returned the kiss. After you two were done, you asked again. This time he just looked at you. His purple eyes filled with pride and pure happiness.

"Our son/daughter said his/her first word." he told you. You gasped and looked at him, as if he had said something funny.

"Our baby did what?"

Lear grinned and hugged you tightly. "You heard right, our baby just said his/her first word."

Your eyes are starting to tear up a little. "What was it?" you asked.

Lear released you from the hug and looked deep into your eyes. Smiling proudly he said. "It was Dada."

A/n: This fanfic was inspired by a Hc from pokemon-fluff-and-headcanons. Check out his/her blog if you haven't done it yet. His/her works are truly amazing and super sweet. :3

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l000ey · 5 years

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𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ; 𝙥𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚

━ pairing; song minho x rae dara x song king x song violet (ft. song family, rae family, lee chaerin, park jaebum and mentions of kim hyuna and kwon ryu)

━ summary; she lived in the dark but now there are three lights lighting her way

━ warnings; fluff, cuteness, jay in luv with baby violet and babiessss

━ note; so sorry for being late but happy new year babies, i love u 💕

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

Mino was anxious, anyone who saw him at this time could say it, it is not known if by the way in which his eyes moved at a fast speed for every damn corner of the room, the fingers in his mouth already lacking a perfect manicure or leg that moved from top to bottom without stopping.

A hand was pressed on said leg causing him to stop when he felt her nails digging into his skin through the pants. He looked up, meeting the face of a seemingly annoying Lee Chaerin.

"Stop" She said without taking her eyes off the screen of her phone, she was answering messages from the couple's close friends since given the situation, none were able to answer "You are making me nervous."

"How do you think I am, noona?" The youngest snorted but still listened to his sunbae and took another position in the chair. He looked at the door with a frown "Is everything okay?".

"Of course everything is fine, but moving your leg like a kangaroo is not going to help at all" She made a gesture with her hand pointing the obvious and returned to her work causing the silent VIP waiting room of the hospital to be filled with noise of long nails crashing into the glass of her phone's screen.

Mino looked over his shoulder at the conversation she was having with Jay, who was on his way with Dara's parents and Donghyuk. A message from her sister appeared at the top of the screen warning that she and his parents were on their way, was followed by one of Dai who informed him that the Rae siblings were on their way except Dahye who was in a plane. He smiled slightly although he felt a bit sad not having his groupmates with him that special day since they had to continue with the planned agenda.

The door of the room rang calling the attention of both. Dr. Fujioka appeared with a facial expression that the boy failed to decipher causing his nerves to get even worse. He got up from the seat as if it was burning.

"Is everything okay?" Although he struggled to say those words, that he was dying to be able to speak, his throat failed him and Chaerin had to take command of the situation, just as she had done throughout the entire night like when Dara broke waters and drove to the hospital while calming them both when he had to have been the one who would drive while calming his wife but he couldn't because he screwed up, he was going to be a father and he was excited and scared about it.

"There have been some complications as we speak, due to the interruption of the first pregnancy but we have been able to overcome it and everything is fine. She is fine and they are too. "He smiled, taking a weight off him.

Minho let out a gasp of emotion and ran to the doctor, planting a kiss on her cheek as he laughed uncontrollably making Chaerin growl.

"I don't know what Dara saw in you," She muttered, separating him from the poor woman, who had remained static instead. She smiled politely. "I'm very sorry, you know, first time parents. Can we come in?".

"Oh! Of course" Despite the strange, comical and uncomfortable scene that just starred, the woman managed to continue with her smile drawn on her face. She pushed the door lightly with her right hand "Babies are in another room, they are cleaning and making them pretty. In a while they will bring them."

"Have you heard, noona? My babies" He looked like he was going to explode in tears as he entered the room, absorbed in the excitement of knowing his children but his feet stopped when he saw that his sunbae was not following him "Aren't you coming?".

"You go, I'll go find Jay and your families" She gave him a complicit smile before hugging him, surprising "Congratulations, now you're dad."

"I'm a dad" He repeated in a whisper that was hidden in the gray tufts of the girl "I can't believe I'm a father."

Chaerin wiped the little tear that danced down her cheek as she separated from him "Believe it, because you are."

He waited for her figure to disappear from his sight to enter the room. He took a breath and pushed the door being greeted by the image of his exhausted wife lying on the bed. He smiled biting his lower lip, the sound of the metal ring crashing into his teeth caught her attention.

"Hey" Dara smiled and, just as it always happened that she was smiling at him, he ran out of breath. Although the little makeup she wore had run down her face, that her skin was slightly soaked with the sweat of the effort to bring his children into the world and that her dark circles were so dark, for him she was still an angel.

He approached her gently and kissed her lips, bringing a hand to her hair to caress her. He parted their lips but their foreheads were still against each other "Hello" He whispered feeling like he was drowning in that green sea that were her eyes "How are you?".

"Tired, I just want to sleep" She pouted out a laugh from her side. She patted the bed inviting him to lie beside her, which he did immediately letting her lean on him "I've seen them before they were taken away."

"How are they?" He asked, playing with the ring he had put there. She laughed vaguely enjoying his warm and familiar caresses.

"Honey, all newborns are ugly. Pinky, a little bald and old-faced" This time it was he who laughed but in a strident way. He patted her hand lightly.

"Don't call our children ugly!".

"True, I'm sorry." A few seconds in silence were enough for both of them to start laughing.

"You're right, they are ugly, but our children aren't, okay? They are beautiful, that is, have you seen their parents?".

"God, you're an idiot".

A gasp escaped from his lips "Really? Okay, I want divorce".

"I just gave birth to your children, twins, after fifteen hours so don't even think that you will get rid of me after this" She pointed with the index finger "threatening" making him smile, she looked so adorable trying to look intimidating —something that usually came naturally— although at the same time all she was was fucking adorable.

He kissed her forehead "I had no plans to get rid of you, ever."

The green eyed opened her mouth to respond but the sound of the door opening followed by a few steps interrupted her. They both turned their heads toward the hallway that led to the room meeting their family and finally....Chaerin and Jay with the babies in their arms.

"Here are the super stars of the night" Chaerin smiled with King in her arms. Mino approached her to look at his son.

"Aw honey, you've done so well." Mrs. Song sent her a smile as she leaned on her son's arm to see her grandson.

"How are you?" The oldest of the Rae siblings asked kissing his sister's forehead.

"Tired, but it was worth it," she replied, watching her husband smile from ear to ear looking at their son. She smiled and let her head fall against the pillow.

She felt someone's lips on her cheek and from the perfume that filled her nostrils she knew it was her mother, she smiled, accepting her hand against hers "You have done very well, xiâolóng."

"Where are the others?" She asked once everyone had approached her to greet her and congratulate her on the splendid work she had done in making such an effort. She looked at her mother with King in her arms, Violet was still in Jaebum's arms since he refused to give her to her father.

"Oh, Dai and Daniel have gone to buy something to eat since Dani was hungry and Dahye sent a message an hour ago that she had already left the airport so she will be on her way" Her father replied looking at his phone to check if any of his three youngest children had sent him a message again.

"And Hyuna?" Her eyes turned to her older brother, who scratched his nervous neck and opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted.

Chaerin smiled at both families "Well, why don't we go to the cafeteria and wait for them there? In the meantime we can let the new family enjoy some time alone” She removed her hands from Dara's shoulders and rose from the bed, but not before giving her a smile.

"Yes, I think it's good idea" The grandparents accepted and left the room, being led by Mino's sister. Donghyuk sighed getting up from the chair he had sat on and left the room in silence.

"Jay" The grey haired woman approached the tattooed, who had not said a word at the time they had been there, had not even moved only had stayed in a part of the room with Violet in his arms and a facial expression that nobody knew how to describe.

"Hmm?" He replied but still did not take his eyes off the baby. Lee frowned and looked at their friends, Mino shrugged while Dara laughed.

"We have to go, give her to her parents" She pointed to the couple sitting on the bed with her arm making him finally look up from the pale face of the baby girl, he pouted.

"But she's so small and so cute, can't I keep her?" He pulled her closer to his chest in a protective act.

"Give it to her father if you don't want me to get you out of here by pulling your ear” She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips to prove her point.

"I would listen to her, she is capable" The newly converted father responded by running a hand down his leg, remembering fake nails digging into his skin a few hours ago.

The man snorted before placing the baby in her father's arms, looking at all the adults with a bad face before his lips became a big smile when Violet took his index finger between her small fist.

"Aw" He sucked his nose feeling like crying "I'm going to buy you a lot of things, little Violet. You're going to be my little princess, yes. Uncle Jay is going to spoil you a lot".

"Ok, let's go" Chaerin approached him and took his arm and then began pulling him out of the room.

"Hell, woman. How strong you are” The door closed, leaving the small family silent.

Dara bit her lower lip while they both looked at the door, Mino sighed "Our life is not normal."

"No, it isn't." His wife nodded in agreement with him. A small whine came out of little King, who was stirring in his mother's arms. Dara smiled stroking her son's cheek, she couldn't believe she was a mother.

She felt a small prick in her heart when the name of her firstborn and perhaps the older brother of the twins had passed through her head.

Mino, who had been watching the interaction between mother and son with a smile on his face, frowned to see how his beloved's smile erased from her lips. He stroked her arm comfortingly with his free hand “Hey, what's wrong, my love?".

"I was thinking of Ryu" She didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on their son's face but they didn't look at their son but were lost in thoughts "On how life would have been if I hadn't lost him. Maybe now I would have my three babies together, he would be here asking to see his sibling”.

"You may not see him, but he is always with you and now he will be with the twins. Caring for his little siblings from heaven” He pressed his lips in a thin line before circling her shoulders with his free arm and bringing her closer to his body. He kissed her hair affectionately "Someday we will go and introduce him to his siblings, and when they are older enough we will talk about him, there is not much we can tell but we will tell them that they have a brother, okay?".

He felt as she nodded on his chest and sighed kissing her hair again, his gaze fell on their children and he smiled slightly against their mother's hair.

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lovely-scents · 5 years

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Hyungwon: Unknown Feelings

Hyungwon is sleeping soundly on the couch. But he is slowly gets awaken with the smells and the sounds from the kitchen. Still being half asleep, he is looking where did the smell came from. And when his sight caught a glimpse of someone at the kitchen, he gets dumbfounded. It feels like as if he is still dreaming.

“Who is it?” asks him without getting up from the couch, but still loud enough to be heard by the girl at the kitchen. She gets startled and turns to him. And when he saw her face, he just lets out a sighs.

“Oh, it’s just you.” he says and continue to lay his head down again. Looks like he is still hasn’t get used by her presence in this house.

While rubbing on his sleepy eyes, he get himself up from the couch lazily, slowly walks towards the kitchen to check up on her. He is standing close behind her, trying to have a look at her cooking.

“Smells good. What are you cooking?” asks him with his husky, sleepy voice.

“I made a chicken stew for lunch.” says her nicely. And he just nods.

“Okay. I’ll take a shower first.” he says before he left to their room. She turns to see him walks away from the kitchen.

It has been three days since they’re living together, but it still feels awkward for her to be in here with him. And looks like he is still haven’t get used with her in here too.

It was an arranged marriage for them. She is the only child in her family, and her family want her to get married with a nice and reliable man who can take a really good care of her.

Meanwhile, Hyungwon is the oldest son from the three siblings. But the second son is proposing to their parents to get married first before him. Their parents are opposing, stating that he can’t get married before Hyungwon did. So, they decided to get him married with one of their friend’s daughter, which is her.

And both of them ended up getting married after being arranged by their families.

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Hyungwon just get back from his duty. And looks like he got injured quite badly, especially on his arms. He just casually walks from the front door directly into his room to get the first-aid kit.

He grabs the box from the shelf and walk away. He gets startled when she suddenly appears at the door. Both of them get surprised at each other.

But she gets even more surprised when she saw his hand, covered in blood. “Hyungwon.. Your hands.. A-Are you alright? What happened?” asks her in worries. He can sees her hands trembling in fear by looking at his current conditions right now.

“Oh, it was nothing. I just got injured while working.” he casually says as if it wasn’t a big deal for him. Well, it wasn’t anything new for him anyways.

Having a job as a homicide detective is very risky, and dangerous too. So, getting injured and scratches while working is quite normal for him. He already get used to it.

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He sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to finished treating his hand. He turns to his side, looking at his torned jacket, covered in his own blood. And he sighs.

“I just bought that jacket last week.. but, seems like I need to throw it out now.” he sighs in disappointment. And he gets back to face her.

He starts looking at her in confused, and leaning down a bit to peek on her face.

“Are you crying?” asks him while taking a look at her face. She is just keeping herself quiet without answering. She will wipes away the tears with her back hand and sobbing quietly at times, but she is still continue to treat his hand carefully.

“Why are you crying?” asks him again when she is not answering. He takes another look at her, starting to get worries.

“S-Sorry.. I'm just.. I’m just worried about you.” she slowly says with her sad voice, quivering. “Are you always getting hurt like this?”

“O-Oh.. Yeah, I did. But it’s okay. I already get used to it. It’s normal to get hurted while working. Luckily I was being hospitalised just only that once.”

“Hospital..?”

“Hmm? Oh, I mean.. It wasn’t anything serious. Don’t worry about it too much.” he says while scratching his head awkwardly. He already lost for words to convinced her.

“I’m sorry that I made you worried. I already get used to face all these kind of things on my own. Nobody ever get worried about me like this before."

"Thank you for worrying about me. I’ll be more careful next time.” he says while wiping her tears with his fingers. And she just nods slowly.

Weird. He feels something weird inside his chest. He never had this kind of feeling before. It feels a little bit unpleasant inside, but he doesn’t hate this feeling. It’s just making him confused. What kind of feeling is this?

****

Hyungwon is lazing around on the couch while searching for something good to watch on tv. But there’s nothing interesting for him to watch, so he just turn off the tv and sighs.

“Hey, sweetie.."

She put down the magazine in her hands and turns to him when he calls. “Yes?”

“I’m bored. Let’s take a walk outside for a while."

****

The weather is quite cold outside, but it’s a pleasant evening for both of them.

“Give me your hand." he says while taking her hand and put it inside the pocket of his jacket. “.. so you won’t get lost.”

She is just letting him and starts walking slowly with him on her side. There are not so many people on the street at that time. And it feels a bit quiet too since none of them are saying anything along the walk. But the silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Maybe they already get used with each other now.

As they are walking together on the street, there’s a sudden shriek from an old woman, asking for some help.

“Help! He is snatching my purse..!" the old woman screams aloud, asking for a help. And they can see a man, nervously run away with his bicycle after snatching a purse from that old woman.

Hyungwon just watches him quietly from afar. And when he is coming near into their direction, he casually kicks the bicycle from the roadside, making the snatcher falls dramatically from his bicycle.

She gasps quietly, surprised with his sudden action. She never thought that he would kick off that bicycle to stop the snatcher from running away.

The snatcher gets up angrily and starts to shouts. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!"

But Hyungwon doesn’t even budge at him at all. He just stares at him quietly and wait. And it makes the snatcher gets even more furious.

“Don’t you even dare to pick up a fight with me!”

The snatcher get his fist ready and try to hit him real good. But his plan failed as Hyungwon moves faster than him. He swiftly grabs that man’s hand and twist it to his back effortlessly. He then takes out a handcuff from his back and cuff the man’s hands.

“Hey! Let me go..!" says the man as he is struggling to escape. A police officer suddenly came after the old woman telling him about what’s happening.

“Is everything alright, sir? Did you get hurt?" asks the officer politely as soon as he arrives.

"No, everything is under control. I got him.” he casually says while handing the man to the officer. “Bring him to the station. Make sure he pays for his wrongdoing. And this purse belongs to that old lady.”

“You guys can go first. I'll get along shortly.”

"Yes, sir!” And the officer takes the man away, followed by the old woman after she thanked him for helping her.

After everything is settled, he turns to her again. She looks so surprised with everything that happened just now. She is speechless and so dumbfounded right now.

Did he always bring the handcuffs whenever he goes out? Even just for a walk like this..?

And that one earlier.. How can he just kick that bike out of a sudden and catch that man in a swift like it was nothing? She is so impressed and amazed over him.

"I'm sorry, but I think we need to drop by at the station for a bit. There's thing that I need to settle up." he suddenly says while scratching his head.

"I hope you don't mind. I'll make it up to you later. I promise."

****

They're having a lazy night together at the couch, watching a movie that has been shown on the tv at the moment.

It's almost 10pm and he's getting sleepy right now. He gently lean his head on her shoulder and start closing his eyes to sleep.

She leans a bit to take a peek at him who's already starts to dozing off on her shoulder.

"Hyungwon?"

"Shh.. I'm tired. Just let me sleep for awhile." he says in half asleep, still with his eyes closed. And he starts nuzzling over her neck, moving closer to her. His hand slowly wrap over her waist, snuggling over her before he drift off to sleep completely.

She just sits there quietly in flusters. His body feels so warm, and his soft breath is gently touching on her skin. It makes her heart flutters, but it gives her a warm feeling insides too.

Her lips slowly curves into a smile. She is caressing his hair and his face lovingly, so tenderly that it almost feel like love.

****

He slowly awakes from his sleep. The tv is already off, and everything sounds really quiet right now. He take a look at the time with his sleepy eyes. It's almost hit 1am now.

He turn to his side, finding her that's still sleeping soundly on the couch besides him. He let out a quiet sigh.

He carefully lifts her up to bring her to sleep in bed and put her back to sleep. He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead without knowing before he realised what he just did.

He let out another sigh and scratch his head in flusters.

"You're really driving me insane lately. I'm losing control over everything whenever I'm with you. I can't even control my own heart beat, and I don't even know how to breathe properly anymore."

"And sometimes you make me forgot how to breathe too." he whispers.

"I want to keep you for my own. I want you to stay close with me all the time. I like the way you make me feel whenever I'm with you. Sometimes I'm so eager to touch you, but I'm too afraid with the thought of losing you. I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't know what you have done to me. I've never been like this before. And this unknown feeling inside here is killing me. It's suffocating me. I wish I would know what this feeling is.."

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clareisa · 5 years

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Enemies to lovers -(Wonho X Reader)

- 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧(?)

- 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵...

- 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!: 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳

You were having a free day after months and months of work for your father. You couldn't rest, you couldn't have time for yourself because family and family business come first everytime. You didn't have a problem with that since you've been raised in this way. But finally, after long time, you had a time for yourself. You decided to go out to one of your favourite jazz bars at the edge of the quiet street of downtown Seoul. It was little place where no one judged the others. But, it was most definitely a place where members of other gangs where going to just relax and have a peaceful evening. It was the neutral ground where hatred, shooting, killing and all those stuffs were forbidden. It was an unwritten rule in this big city and all gangs knew it.

You entered the little bar and immediately sat on your favourite place at the end of the bar counter next to window which was half covered in heavy blood red curtains. You had a perfect view of whole place. The bartender placed without asking your favourite drink in front of you and you smiled and thanked him. You were the only one alone there as all women and men had their company, but u didn't complain. You loved being alone and just breath in peace thinking about things you can't while you are in work. On the other side of a room were standing an old looking piano. It was pianino with dull brown colour, probably because it was a long time ago since someone made it. When you were younger you used to play every day for your mother. She loved the sound and you and her could spend hours behind piano You stopped after she died in the begging of your teens. You stopped playing to isolate yourself from those painful memories and started to train hard so you could once took over a family business after your father. You wanted to play again but you never had the courage to do it.

You turned and looked out of window and started remembering your mother after long time. It was painful but you weren't crying. You didn't cry since she died which was already more than 15 years. Since then you trained hard and became prestige member of yours father gang. It wasn't just cuz he was the boss. You earned your post by yourself. You started as the others new members of gang when you were 17 and after 10 years you are here now as the best assassin and right hand of your father. You never really had time for yourself or making friends or falling in love. Your only friends were your gang members and only love interests you had were one night stands here and there.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice a man entering the bar quietly. As you were thinking you suddenly heard a quiet sound of pressing piano keys. You honestly thought it's just in your head and carried on without turning. But when the became more clear it couldn't be just in your head so you turned your head and saw a man sitting infront of that old piano creating the smooth melody by gently running his fingers along the instrument. You only could see his back. You wanted to know the identity of a stranger so bad but you couldn't move from your seat. You were frozen and mesmerised by how could one human put so much emotions into one song. Other people really didn't mind him or notice him but you did and you wanted know more.

As he stopped playing your heart stopped for a second too. He stood up from piano. You were excited to find out who is that mysterious guy but when he turned and started walking to a bar your excitement turned into hatred. Lee Hoseok... It always would be the asshole you hate the most. No, it couldn't be a nice gentleman from friend gang. It must be the biggest jerk in whole universe. You hated Hoseok. He was a son of your father's biggest rivals. He was narcissistic, self centered, cocky, sassy and arrogant dickhead. Even that Hoseok was younger than you he was already as popular and as dangerous as you. And why? Because he was talented. He never trained like other members of gang. Everything he does, every new skill he was supposed to learn he knew perfectly from the start. He was talented and he knew it very well, that's why he was thinking so fucking highly about himself.

You hated Hoseok so bad but you couldn't deny the fact that he is one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life. Even if you hated him his looks always made you stunned and mesmerised. He was strong, well built man. His body was perfect, like an ancient sculpture. His eyes were almost black line an onyx, his lips always looked juicy and soft, and his damn thighs always made you want to grind on them. But you couldn't, you hated him and you wouldn't gave up just because of his perfect looks. He was rotten inside, that's what you believed. You knew he wanted you for a long time. He said it countless times that he want to fuck you but you always said to him to fuck off. But you didn't know that more than you were rejecting him than more he wanted to have your body in his bed screaming his name. Even today wasn't just a coincidence. He knew you will be here and he came here to provoke you and ruin your mood. He wanted your body but he also hated you.

You were observing how he looked today. Black hair styled up so his forehead was on display. Black liner and red shadow around his eyes made his gaze even more irresistible. Two piercings, one in his eyebrow and one in the middle of his lips. His leather jacket was around his broad shoulders and his thigh muscles were seen cuz of the ripped jeans he wore. A whole meal right in front of you.

When he finally made eye contact with you he smirked and lifted his glass. You just rolled your eyes and finished your drink at once. You could see him smiling in corner of your eyes but you choose not to look at him. Bartender came to you with another drink with words, "This is from Mr Lee." He said and left. You looked at Hoseok but he was already talking to some man completely ignoring your presence. You just gulped down the drink and asked for another one. This will be a long evening...

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You drank your 7th drink and you were pretty tipsy already. But you were good at hiding and alcohol doesn't affect you that much. You were looking at Lee Hoseok the whole evening but he was just acting like you weren't there the whole time. When he saw you somewhere he always walked to you and start flirting but not today. There were girls and boys as waiters and waitresses but everyone knew they were here as whores you can fuck in the back in one of the rooms. And yeah, most of them were all over Hoseok the whole evening and the way they were laughing and touching him without shame were making you gag.

At one point he stood up and sat infront of the piano once again. The girls doesn't stood up they were looking from where they were sitting and Hoseok was looking at them smiling, winking and just making them blush. It was so fucking annoying to you. One of the guys stepped next to him and started playing in saxophone. The two instruments created perfect jazz music. It was sensual, it was sexy. It couldn't make anyone to just dance body to body. As one girl came closer to him smirking and grabbed his thigh something broke inside you and you stood up. Who they think they are? They think they are sexy with their cheap lipstick on their botox lips and slutty clothing from thrift shops? Most of them were teens who wanted money. They were going around thinking they are hot with their non existing curves and cigarette in their mouths. So pathetic. Those girls really thought they are something special for the men around but no... they were just a fuck toys. Nothing more. It was kinda sad.

You were mad for some reason and when you were mad you did bad things. Maybe bad for yourself and not the others. You walked over there, stood up on the long piano chair next where Hoseok was sitting and then stood up on the middle of piano keys and sad down at the top of the piano, legs in the middle of a piano right in front of Hoseok's face. He looked shocked for a second and that made you chuckle. His gaze then travelled from your ankles up to your long toned legs to when your short dress ended in the middle of your things.

"Try to play now Mr Lee. I'm sure that such a talented man wouldn't mind a lady occupying one octave, right?" You chuckled and he smirked at you.

"Certainly not m'lady. This view is very appealing to man like me." he said.

"What are you waiting for, huh?" you asked. He licked his lips and started playing around your legs. You wasn't really standing on the keys but your legs were blocking one octave of a keys which made it more difficult for him to play. You could see he wasn't really concentrating on playing, more like on your legs. You were enjoying yourself cuz you could see how bad he wanted to touch you. But instead he done something more shocking. His fingers were playing slowly as he placed his lips under your knee starting kissing gently your legs. When you gasped silently he looked up. You could see him smirking but his lips never left your leg and his gaze never left yours. He slowly started kissing up to your knee and then on your thigh. You were looking at him with lust in your eyes. Fuck the hate, he looked too good to just leave. He started sucking on your thigh which made you whimper quietly. He honestly looked so obedient in that moment. You couldn't stop yourself and started softly caressing his hair and then his face while biting your bottom lip. Nobody was watching you two, nobody really cared.

He smoothly finished the song. His lips left your legs and he stood up slowly. You immediately jumped down from piano and now your were standing between piano and him.

"What happened doll face? What did I do to deserve such a nice treatment? What did I do to deserve to touch you?" he asked with smirk on his face.

"Nothing special. I just loved how u looked. So obedient Mr Lee I couldn't resist." I chuckled and looked at him up and down with raised eyebrow.

"Oh, so little girl love to be in control,huh?" he asked with the same stupid smirk.

"Who is little girl to you? Talk like that to your sluts Mr Lee." You said kinda mad. How dare he call you a little girl? You are older than him. You scoffed and walked out of a bar quickly. It made you mad that his cocky attitude was back. He looked so irresistible back there but you just couldn't bare with his personality. He was getting on your nerves.

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You entered your apartment and took off your shoes. Most of the time you were in your family mansion but sometimes when you needed to be alone you stayed there. You sighed and walked to your bedroom. Your room had this big window wall from floor to the ceiling. You were looking down on the busy night city thinking about what happened back there in a bar. It was mistake.

"I'm dissapointed. I thought you are more careful about where are you staying doll face." you've heard male voice talking behind you.

You didn't move, you didn't turned your head. You expected him to come after you but you decided to not to pay attention to him and praying for him to leave. You suddenly felt his breath on your neck. He weren't that much taller but you still felt smaller and smaller each second he was closer to you. He placed on of his hands next to your head and the other on your hip. You felt rush of adrenaline coming through your veins as you felt his strong grip on your hip. You felt his lips on your neck. Not kissing you just softly caressing your skin.

"Don't resist me. You've been doing it for last seven years doll face. You know you want me too." He whispered and his touch became more firm.

"Isn't those little girls enough for you?" you chuckled.

"They never were enough doll face. You think that if they were enough I would still chasing after you all the time? I don't care that our families hate each other. Since the first time I saw you when I joined my father's gang I had my eyes on you. Call me crazy but since then you were the only perfect woman for me." He said and finally started kissing your neck and sucking on your sensitive skin.

"Ah, you shouldn't lie to me Mr Lee." you sighed but let out a quiet moan when he found that spot on the side of your neck.

"You don't seem you want me to stop baby doll. And don't call me Mr Lee please." he chuckled and turned your whole body pining you again the window.

"So what do you say?" he asked looking into your eyes.

"Shut up. I'm not in mood for you to melt my heart... just... just fuck me Hoseok..." you breathed out quietly and licked your lips.

"Maybe I'm a part of mafia but I'm gentleman baby doll. I'm not what you think I'm." he smiled and took my face into his hands.

He looked one more time into your eyes and softly connected your lips. You couldn't help but moan just from that. His lips tasted delicious and the cold of his lip piercing added even more excitement to the kiss. He started slowly, his hands were holding you firmly by your hips. You were still in shock so you weren't moving. He chuckled into kiss. He took your both hands and moved them around his neck and his hands travelled back to your waist. Your hands went to his soft black locks and gripped them softly making him moan into kiss. Your tongue met with his. At that moment he lifted you under your legs and you moved your legs around his waist. As he started kissing you more passionately he moved with you the your bed. He slowly and carefully placed you on silk sheets him above your frame. Your legs around his hips tightened and his semi hard member met with your clothed area which made both of your groan into the kiss. He wanted you so bad but he didn't want to just fuck you, he wanted to prove you that he is perfect match for you.

He lifted your dress up and helped you to take them off. He couldn't take his eyes of your body as you were undressing. When you were there just in underwear he looked down at your thighs and smirked.

"Knives under your garters. You are such a classy lady doll face. Hope you won't stab me." he smiled and you just chuckled.

"We'll see Hoseok." you said and he bit his lips. You could see that he loved when your name left your lips. He growled lowly and attacked your neck. He started sucking right away on your sensitive spot. You took of his leather jacket and lifted his shirt to expose his abs. You couldn't see because your eyes were closed as Hoseok was making love bites on your neck but you could feel his rock hard abs under your fingers.

"Take it off Hoseok." you whimpered, almost cried. You were suddenly so desperate for his touch and for his body. But let's be honest...who wouldn't be?

"Everything for you baby doll." He whispered and took his shirt off. You sat against the bed board wide opened mouth admiring his perfect body. He was even more hot than you thought. He was on his knees so u kneeled as well and kissed him again. Your hands went down from his neck to his rock hard chest, toned torso and ended on his belt. You didn't stop kissing him but started taking off his belt. You tugged his jeans down so desperate to see him all. He chuckled into the kiss and slowly helped you to take off his tight jeans. He was infront of you only in his boxers with big bulge. He connected your lips again and took of your bra immediately. He took your breast to his big hands and started to massaging them making you moan to his mouth.

He laid you down and hovered above you. He left your lips and made wet trace from your neck to your breast. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and started licking and sucking. As you whimpered he started dry humping himself on your thigh. He took of your panties and doesn't wait a second and his fingere were already circling around your clit. He lowered himself so his face was facing your wet pussy.

"I wanted to taste you for so long so I'm going to enjoy myself babydoll." he smirked and immediately buried his face to your labia. You were never afraid to be loud because it shows to men how much you were enjoying yourself and you were already a moaning mess when Hoseok was eating you out hungrily like he was starving for years. At first he was licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit then he carried on with sucking and his tongue playing with your clit. Hoseok was truly enjoying himself in your bittersweet taste as you were moaning his name and gripping his hair in your palm.

As you were close you forced him to stop eating you. He looked at you with surprised face but you just smirked, lift yourself and started sucking on his nipple while taking off his boxers. He moaned as his member was finally free from the boxers. You literally drooled over his hard cock leaking precum and twitching with every your touch. You get on all fours and in a second you were sucking on his tip harshly as he let slipped out a loud moan. He was loud as you and you loved that. You started bobbing your head on his hard member sucking. He was moaning and when you looked up you felt blessed. Gosh he looked so ruined already, so desperate for more. You moaned around him just cuz how he looked.

"You look even better around my cock than I imagined you for all those years babydoll. Fuck!" he moaned again. You took him out of your mouth and started licking the veins along his shaft down where you started sucking hard on his balls while jerking him off at the same time. He was already twitching in your hand so hard ready to cum in any second so you stopped and went for another kiss. You swallowed his whispers and you chuckled, he was so cute.

"Maybe I'll sound cheeky but... let me love you babydoll. Let me show you how much I wanted you and how good I can treat you." He whispered and laid you down. He doesn't waste anytime and kissed you. He was obsessed with your lips and the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. He slowly spread your legs and with love he caressed skin of your inner thighs. You was so mesmerized how loving he was, how he was holding you like the most fragile thing in this world. Was this really that Lee Hoseok you hater for years. He was, but you were too stubborn to let him in and get to know you.

He positioned himself infront of your entrance. But before he entered he lubed himself with your wetness between your pussy lips. You both whimpered. He broke the kiss and as he was slowly entering you he was looking into your eyes. His eyes weren't lustful like before, they were full of affection, full of sadness from one sided love and full of love from this moment. You wanted him to take you fully.

"Maybe I'll sound cheeky but make me yours Lee Hoseok. Break the rules, I'm sure you want it." You whispered and smiled at him as you felt how he was filling you up with his cock. As he was balls deep in you, you both groaned from pleasure. You told him to move and he started slowly moving in and out. It wasnt rough. You were feeling like were in heaven. Love in his eyes were more than hard fucking. His hard cock was going in out in perfect pace and hitting all good places that was making you moan and squirm underneath him. He was whispering sweet things, praising your body and moaning how tight you fell and how good you are taking his cock.

"Cum for me babydoll. I wanna see your face when you cum Beautiful." He breathed out, he was close as well.

"Y-yes! Fuck Hoseok you are making me feel so good." The noise of his balls slapping your skin was pushing you even closer to your climax. Him twitching inside you made you groan and soon you cummed the hardest in your life. You were screaming his name as you were clenching around him and bathing his cock in your juices.

"Fuck babydoll God your cum feel so good around me. Can cum on you? I wanna paint you babydoll." He smirked and you smirked too on his cheeky remark. Soon enough his thrusts were sloppy and he was growing. With loud moan he took himself out of you and with your name coming from his mouth he cummed on your stomach.

His body collapsed next to you and he hugged your frame and placed his head on your chest. He was breathing fast and his eyes were closed. You took the sheets and covered your naked bodies. He was cuddling with you and he looked like a little baby.

You thought he was mean bastard but in reality he was just a softie who needed love. And he needed your love. You weren't sure what will your gang and his gang say about this but you were already ready to fight for him. But now you just wanted to have some time with him in secret. Maybe a little bit of sneaking into each others mansions like a teenagers with their first loves sounded childish but that's what you both wanted. From enemies to lovers...

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bamby0304 · 6 years

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Her Saviours- Ch.8

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: This is unbeta’d, ‘cause I legit just finished it and kinda wanted to just post it quickly so I could move on and start writing more...

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst.

Bamby

You were fast asleep, curled into Dean’s side with his arm around you as he laid down flat on his stomach. He twitched, pulling you closer as his other hand snuck under his pillow to grab the knife hidden underneath. You barely had a chance to register the fact someone else was in the room, before Dean suddenly rolled over and held you behind his back as he turned to the intruder.

His body relaxed in an instant the second he spotted Sam standing there, with a tray of coffees and a paper bag you assumed was full of food.

“Morning, sunshine.” Sam grinned knowingly at Dean, who still had you behind him.

Rubbing at his eyes, Dean groaned, “What time is it?”

“Uh, it's about five forty-five.”

“In the morning?”

“Yep.”

You whined, rolling back over to try and get some sleep.

“Where does the day go?” Dean grumbled as he dragged himself to the edge of the bed. “Did you get any sleep last night?” he asked, his words directed at Sam.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.”

Bullshit.

“Liar,” Dean called him out. “'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.”

“Hey, what can I say?” Sam shrugged. “It's riveting TV.”

“When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?”

Sam didn’t seem fazed. “I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.”

“Yeah, it is,” Dean argued.

“Look, I appreciate your concern-”

“Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive,” he gave your covered leg a pat. “So I need you sharp,” he noted. There was a paused before he asked, “Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?”

That was the last straw.

Pulling the sheets back, you threw yourself out of bed, grabbed a fist full of clothes, and stormed into the bathroom.

It’s not that you didn’t like the girl, it’s just… things were weird. They were awkward. They were complicated. You were pissed.

Here you were, with two Alphas that you cared about, and they cared about you. They were young, unbonded, familiar, safe. They were smart, funny, strong, caring. They were both the full package. Two perfect specimens… and neither wanted you. Not the way you needed them, at least.

The longer you went without John, the more time you were stuck with Sam and Dean, the clearer things got. Sam was never going to get over Jess, he was never going to let you in, you were never going to have what you used to have with him. Dean was never going to settle down, he was never going to give up other women, he was never going to claim you despite the fact he insisted he had feelings for you.

If things don’t change, I’m leaving, you told yourself.

Staring at your reflection in the crappy motel mirror that made everything look a little distorted, you made a promise. If no one was willing to step up, you were going to step down.

“Thanks for making the trip so quick,” Jerry started.

After a long shower, you’d walked back out into the motel room to find Sam and Dean packing. Neither talked about your sudden departure, instead Dean had pulled you closer and kissed your forehead before telling you about a possible case. That’s how you ended up here, with Jerry, walking through the hangar he worked at.

“I ought to be doing you guys a favour, not the other way around.” Jerry turned to Sam as he went on, “Dean and your dad really helped me out. And Y/N… she was the saving grace that really calmed my family down.”

Sam glanced down at you then, lips twitching as if he wanted to smile. He fought the urge though. “Yeah, Dean told me. It was a poltergeist?”

“Poltergeist?” one of the other workers called out. “Man, I loved that movie.”

“Hey, nobody's talking to you,” Jerry snapped. “Keep walking.” He waited until he was sure no one else was listening before he nodded at Sam. “Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive,” he told Dean and then went back to Sam. “Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?”

“Yeah, I was. I'm… taking some time off.”

“Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.”

“He did?” Sam was genuinely surprised.

You ducked your head down and smiled at the ground. John had always gone on about his youngest son. The defiant black sheep of the family. John could brag about his college boy for hours if you got him going.

“Yeah, you bet he did.” Jerry nodded. “Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?”

“He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now,” Dean dodged.

“Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?” Jerry grinned as Dean chuckled.

Sam, however, didn’t quite agree. “No, not by a long shot.”

In Jerry’s office, you all took a seat. Jerry sat on one side of the desk, while the rest of you sat on the other.

“I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley.” Jerry grabbed a cd and put it into a drive. “Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.”

The recording started, and within seconds you found your hand shooting out to grab Dean’s.

“Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485—immediate instruction help!”

“United Britanis 2485, I copy your message-”

“May be experiencing some mechanical failure...”

Suddenly there was this loud whooshing sound before the recording stopped.

“Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south,” Jerry explained. “Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.

“You don't think it was?” Sam asked.

“No, I don't.”

“Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors-”

Dean nodded, cutting Sam off, “Right, and uh… any way we can take a look at the wreckage?”

“The other stuff is no problem,” Jerry assured them, “but the wreckage... fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.”

That didn’t seem to bother Dean, as he simply shrugged. “No problem.”

You stood with Sam outside a Copy Jack, while Dean was in doing his thing. You could have gone in with him, but you felt the need to be with the car. With the Impala.

She was as much your home as she was the brothers’. You’d lived on the road for years now, and the only consistent place you could call your won was Baby. When things always felt like they were crumbling, you knew she would always be there.

Like now. John was John, Sam was back and it was weird, Dean was his usual self which wasn’t helping you at all… you weren’t sure how much longer you could deal with all of this.

Looking over at Sam as he leaned against the car, just a few feet away from you, you wondered if things would ever be the same. If things would ever feel less strange and foreign. He used to be your best friend, someone you could rely on for anything, but now you weren’t sure.

The door to the Copy Jack opened as Dean walked out, almost pumping into a young and attractive woman right away.

She smiled, looking him up and down. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He grinned, checking her out in return.

Having seen enough, you sighed and pulled the car door open before climbing in. Just because you knew what you and Dean had wasn’t an exclusive thing, doesn’t mean you wanted to be reminded of it every time a pretty woman walks by.

“You've been in there forever,” Sam noted as his brother neared the car.

You looked out the window and watched as Dean held up two fake IDs. “You can't rush perfection.”

“Homeland Security?” Sam took one of the cards. “That's pretty illegal, even for us.”

“Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times.” Dean shrugged as he walked around the car. Both he and Sam slid in before he went on, “All right, so, what do you got?”

“Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder.” Sam grabbed his laptop.

“Yeah?”

“Listen.” Sam pressed play and started the edited version of the recording Jerry had shown you.

The voices from before were all scratchy and distorted, followed by something new…

“No survivors!”

Dean frowned. "’No survivors’? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.”

“Got me.” Sam shrugged.

“So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?”

“There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travellers,” Sam started. “Or remember flight 401?”

“Right.” Dean nodded. “The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights.”

“Right. Maybe we got a similar deal,” Sam suggested.

“All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?”

“Third on the list, Max Jaffey,” Sam told Dean.

“Why him?”

“Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I spoke to his mother. And she told me where to find him.”

“He’s in a psychiatric hospital,” you explained before Sam could.

Turning in his seat, Dean looked to you. “Psychiatric hospital?” Both you and Sam gave a short nod. His eyes landed on you again. “You’re not coming.”

“No surprise there,” you mumbled.

“Hey. It’s a psychiatric hospital, you’re an Omega, there’s no telling what might happen,” he noted.

You shrugged. “I’m not arguing, Dean. Why should I bother?” Shifting in your seat, you turned your back on him and looked out the window.

When you don’t know what the brothers might be hunting, there’s not a lot you could do. What little research there was, had already been done. So, while locked away in the motel room, you just flicked through the TV, doing your best not to overthink.

You wanted to call John, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bear the thought of listening to his voice mail for the millionth time. It was painful to hear, knot knowing when or if you’d veer see him again.

The motel room door opened as Sam and Dean returned. You glanced up from the TV to greet them, only to have your words get caught in your throat.

“Why are you dressed in suits?” you asked, eyes dragging over Dean and the black and white suit he wore.

Sighing, he dumped his keys, phone and wallet on the table. “Sam thought we needed to look the part.”

“You, uh… you look good,” you managed, suddenly finding your mouth a little dry.

Dean paused as he looked over at where you were sprawled out on the bed, having been watching TV. His lips curved into a grin as he started tugging on his tie and heading your way.

“I look good, huh?” He threw his tie onto the ground and then started to crawl up the bed.

Laughing lightly, you leaned up to meet him halfway as he bent down to press his lips against yours. Despite having been upset with him earlier, you just couldn’t stay mad. Especially not when he looked like this… there was something about a guy in a suit that made you all tingly.

“Guys,” Sam groaned. “Not right now. We’ve got a case and I’m still in the room.”

“Get your own room,” Dean grumbled, trailing his lips down to your neck. “My girl needs some attention.”

Your heart fluttered when he called you his girl, all thoughts and doubts from earlier fading. Dean always managed to get you to forgive him.

Sam wasn’t letting the two of you fall into each other so easily. “Dean, the case… the sulphur.”

You tensed underneath Dean and pressed your hand on his chest to pull him back up. “Sulphur.”

Nodding, he sighed again as he pulled back and stood again. “When we checked out the wreckage, we found sulphur.”

“So… we’re thinking demon?”

“Yeah,” Sam answered, looking from you to his brother, as if he was waiting for Dean to tell you more. As if he was waiting for something specific.

Dean glanced over at his brother with a look that clearly said he didn’t want to say more, but apparently, he had no choice. Sam just waited, expectantly, making Dean sigh one last time.

“Sammy and me think you should stay out of this one.”

You looked to each brother with a growing frown. “You mean… you want me sitting in the motel room doing nothing? Not even research?”

“We can’t risk you getting involved. You’re an Omega. You’re an unclaimed Omega. We don’t know what this demon is about, and the last thing we want is for it to get a whiff of you. It’s too dangerous.”

There was a tightness in your throat as you watched Dean. You took in his words, you understood where he was coming from, and you hated it.

“I’m an Omega.” You gave a curt nod. “Sure, Dean… I’ll stay out of it.” Shaking your head, you got up and headed for the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind you.

You’re an Omega. You’re an unclaimed Omega. So, in other words, you’re too fragile and vulnerable to help us. You’ll just get in the way. You should stay home and be a good little Omega, like you’re supposed to. You’re not built for this.

Fine then. If they didn’t want you to help, then you wouldn’t. Clearly you weren’t needed here.

A knock on the bathroom door had you turning your head against the bath’s edge. You’d been in there for about an hour, soaking in the hot water you’d filled the tub with.

“Y/N?” Dean called from the other side. “We got a lead… Sam and me, we’re gonna head out. You okay here?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned away from the door again. “Yep.”

There was some mumbling on the other side that you couldn’t quite make out, before Dean snapped in a harsh whisper. “I got it, Sam. Just go get in the car.”

You listened as someone moved around in the other room before they left.

“Sweetheart… you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Dean. You should go. There’s people to save and monsters to hunt, remember.”

He paused for a moment before giving the door a tap. “Okay… call us if you need anything.”

“Yep,” you answered shortly again.

Nothing else was said.

You listened as he moved about the room before leaving. Next you heard Baby start up, her roaring engine loud enough for you to hear perfectly. Then she was driving away.

The instant you were sure you were alone, and the brothers wouldn’t be back, you pulled yourself out of the tub and emptied the water. Grabbing your towel, you dried yourself off quickly and then pulled on some clothes before heading back out into the room.

Gathering everything of yours, you stuffed it into your bag. After making sure you’d left nothing behind, you pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door.

Looking back once, you gave the room a sad smile before leaving.

It took no time at all before you found a car that was out of the way. No one saw anything as you broke into the car and dumped your things in the seat beside you. Dean had taught you how to hotwire a car a couple of years ago… you doubted he’d expected you to use that skill to run away from him.

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Volume 4 : Chapter 10: Truth and Broken Heart

Meanwhile, Hilda and Cagney search for Linda who "escaped" while Luna was talking.

"My god, in the middle of the night, you have to find her and quickly ..." Hilda said.

"You know, she may need her alone ..." Cagney responds.

"Yes, all these revelations must have hurt her, but she must be found before she falls somewhere."

Linda was a few miles away from them in the forest. She preferred to be alone but she got lost. All these trees were the same. Suddenly, a hand grabbed by the arm.

"Aaah, who is there?"

"Shhhhh, it's me, Fio."

"My god ... what are you doing here?" She said, panicked.

"I knew you would come, I sent you a letter in braille, so that we find ourselves here, I quickly finished my speech to find you." said Fio, taking her with him.

"Huh, but I did not get a letter ..." said Linda, confused.

"Oh ... oh ... no importance, you're here."

"Where are we going ?" Does request.

"Behind closed doors." He answers Fio.

Linda starts to stress, because a few minutes ago, thanks to Hilda, in her anger, she learned that Fio was her nephew. To say that she had a crush on him, she wanted to talk to him about it but her words are stuck in her. They stop outside the forest. He positions himself in front of her.

"It's not for nothing that I took you here, I'd like to tell you something." Said Fio, sure what he means. Not far from there, Cagney and Hilda had found them but they remain hidden behind a tree, observing them.

"My god, Fio ... he's about to confess his feelings ..."

"Cagney, you have to stop them, otherwise, they're going to make a big mistake." Said Hilda, anxious.

"I think I love you ..." Fio said putting his hand on Linda's cheek.

She remains frozen. Not knowing what to say.

"But ... Fio, I ... I'm too old for you, you deserve so much better, and then I'll only have problems with my disability ..."

"Age does not matter…"

"But you are a leader, you deserve better than me!"

"But it's you I love, Linda, I don't care what other people can say, I'm sure it's reciprocal for you, don't deny it."

"I can't Fio, I'm ..." ready to tell him the truth, she feels Fio come closer to her face.

"Just let me kiss you." He said getting closer and closer. Their lips were only a few inches until ...

"Nooo !! Fio !! Don't do this !!" Cagney comes running towards his son. Fio jumps.

"Daddy, Mom, but ... what are you doing here?"

"It's not important ... you can not be with her!" Said Cagney, exhausted.

"What are you talking about, why?"

"Fio, what I'm going to tell you will definitely hurt you, the love between you and Linda is impossible." Said Hilda.

"How so ... you don't want me to be happy?"

"It's not our intention, listen ... Linda is ... my sister." She says.

"Huh ??" Crit it. He looks at Linda who is looking at the floor.

"Linda ... tell me it's not true!"

"I ... I'm sorry, I tried to tell you, I learned it today, you're my nephew, and I'm your aunt." Said Linda, she wanted to cry. Hilda takes her in her arms.

"I'm sorry ... I wanted you to learn it differently." Hilda whispered.

"Sorry if we could not tell you earlier." Said Cagney.

Fio, remains frozen, unable to speak. He was in love with his own aunt without knowing it.

"Why did not you tell me!" He said furiously.

"We thought you knew it, but when you told us who you were in love with, we tried to tell you, but we did not want to hurt you."

"My god ... but you realize that, if the villagers learn it, I will be accused of incest!"

"Come on, calm down, you did not do anything with her! we all have our share of responsibility, nobody knows it for the moment, except us, it's still a secret." He said, taking him in his arms.

"Leave me ... I need to be alone ..." Fio said, pushing him away. And he goes back to the castle.

"That was to be expected…"

"Sorry, Linda, I wish you'd learned it differently." Said Hilda still holding Linda in her arms, she sobs.

"All our life was based on lies and secrets, 49 years old I did not know I had a sister, 7 years old I know Fio, I thought I loved him, but you arrived on time, we could have made a big mistake. "

"Shh, I'm here, now nothing will separate us." Hilda said kissing her forehead.

"At last, the time that Fio accepts reality ... the poor man's heart is broken."

Indeed, back in the castle, in his room, Fio refuses to see whoever it is, he locked himself in his room. At bedtime, Oswald challenges Hilda.

"Hilda, what happened, did you find Linda?"

"Yes, don't worry, but the truth hurt, just like Fio, he learned it was his aunt."

"The truth hurts, I can quite understand."

"He needs time, too," she said, yawning.

"I don't hold you back, go rest too."

"Thank you, do you think that will be when you can tell the villagers that I'm Luna's daughter?"

"Not for the moment, the penultimate day, certainly, I'll be at your side."

"Thank you, Oswald."

She turns around and says:

"Good night, and thank you, I got the answers to my questions." She closes the door.

Oswald is moved, although he tries to hide it. He felt he was doing his homework properly. The next day, the atmosphere in the dining room is cold and noiseless, still upset revelations last night.

"Well, please, we're not going to be crazy about that." Hilda said breaking the silence.

"Easy to say ... I'm just disappointed." Fio answers.

"Ok, maybe I should have told you before, as soon as I arrived, that Linda was my sister, but Oswald asked me not to say anything."

"In fact, if I understand, it's Oswald's fault, is that it?" He did not tell us anything before, and why?

"I don't know, but I'm sure it was not his intention, but the most important thing is that everything is said, and that I finally discovered the answers to my questions."

"Fio, Linda, don't worry about that, after all, we're family, right?" Said Cagney.

"Linda ... I'm sorry if I was insistent on you, especially that night."

"I don't blame you, I am glad that you are my nephew, I may have preferred that you are someone other than a member of the family to love you." Linda said, ironically.

Fio smiled at him and laughed.

"Hehe, forget it, I'll always be there for you, always united."

"Aaah, it's so much better when everything is settled." Said Hilda

"Let's enjoy these last days together." Said Cagney cuddling everyone.

Oswald looks at them behind the window, and nods a little, it reminds him of what he lost some time ago.

"Ooh how cute, a happy and united family, is not that what you would like to recover?" Said an icy, muffled voice. Oswald freezes and understands who is talking to him, he presses his pace to hide, out of sight.

"What do you want from me again ... You've made me suffer enough already."

A black mist is taking shape: it was the devil himself.

"So, still not decided to see your family again, did you think about my proposal?" He said with a chuckle.

"I will not give up my soul, I want to be with my wife and my son ..." Oswald snapped.

The devil turns around him, he looks for his words.

"Mmmh very well, since you do not want to give your soul, maybe someone else will do."

"What do you mean ?"

"I see you have the whole Berg family."

"Huh...?"

"I'm not done with this family, I'll have the last Berg."

"But what do you want in the end?" Oswald said, raising his voice.

"The Berg sisters will do the trick ... I want them!"

"No, I forbid you to hurt them, otherwise ..." Oswald said in a fighting position. But the devil catches his arm.

"Or what, to honor your beloved dead Queen, are you afraid of disappointing her?" Said the devil smiling maliciously.

"You had a lot of admiration for her, even feelings, did not you, she was a pretty woman."

"Shut up, I was more than just a counselor for her, I was her dearest friend, and so was her husband!"

"Pffff pathetic ... But that's not important, I offer you a deal: give me the sisters Berg and I'll give you back your family."

Oswald closes his eyes, frustrated.

"Never."

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"Oh, what a pity, to say they could not wait to see you again." Said the devil, revealing a crystal ball, inside, Oswald's wife and son are calling for help. A feeling of fear and anger boils Oswald's heart.

"They are healthy and well treated."

And he makes the crystal ball disappear into a thousand pieces.

"Still not convinced If you still refuse, they will disappear like this crystal ball, poof!"

"You are a monster…"

"You choose, the Berg sisters, or your family, and then what do you have to lose, your dear queen is no longer of this world, she will not judge you, hehe."

Oswald shakes his fists, facing the worst choice of his life.

"Give me the Berg sisters, in exchange your family will be safe, and you will be reunited ..." the devil repeats in a dark and threatening voice.

He does not have a choice.

"Okay ... I ... I'll give them to you ..." he said with disgust.

"Very well, tomorrow at midnight, in the royal square, you'll be there, with them, warned or not."

"The royal place, but ... everyone will see you!"

"And then - everyone will know that you are a traitor, and that you have revealed yourself by mistake, the place where the people of the mountain lived." Said the devil mocking him, and in a sneer, he disappears into the ground, in smoke.

Oswald falls on his knees, his face in his hands, unable to believe what he has just done. He has no choice, he must present himself with Hilda and Linda on the royal square, tomorrow at midnight.

Will he really do it?

To be continued~

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